ehe-hehe

ayoko talaga nalalagyan ng rice yung ketchup huhu or yung ketchup ng rice pero fave ko ketchup ah ayoko lang yung nahahalo hehe eh kakainin mo din naman iisa lang pupuntahan yan, eh sa ayaw ko nga????

Bukan Membesarkan tapi Membenarkan

Orang benar dilarang takut. Ingat itu. - Fiersa Besari -

Yak itu adalah kata-kata Bung di salah satu obrolan kami, masih saya kasih credit loh ya. Gapapa sih biar keren aja gitu, sekalian pengingat bahwa apa pun yang menjadi karya dan memang bukan kepemilikan pribadi tidak sepantasnya diakui, kecuali udah sah dengan ijab qobul menjadi kepemilikan (?) jayus astagfirullah >.<

Prakata doang kok tadi, akan panjang ini tulisan, tapi ya namanya blabbering bebaskan saja dan mari langsung~

Jadi gini, inget engga kalo saya pernah post tentang plagiarisme? Apa perlu dicantumin lagi linknya? Hehe. Eh tapi bulan puasa deng, ntar memancing kontroversi lagi. Mending gausah dicantumin, tapi kalo mau stalk mah monggo *ehgmn

Postingan ini adalah hasil dari kelanjutan masalah tersebut, iya seperti yang saya bilang sebelumnya kalo saya memang akan memroses masalah ini sampai dengan ada solusinya. Karena saya tidak mau kalo kejadian ini berulang, at least ini bisa jadi pelajaran.

Diam tidak selamanya emas. Diam bukan berarti tidak melakukan apa-apa. Ketika kamu tahu ada yang salah, diam bukan jadi solusi. Justru kamu harus bersuara untuk membenarkannya.

Kasarnya gini, orang salah tuh bukan cuma pelakunya aja. Tapi orang-orang yang tau kalo ada orang lain yang melakukan kesalahan tapi didiemin aja. Buat saya, itu juga salah. Mau berpendapat lain? Sok monggo, silakan.

Sebelumnya, mungkin ada beberapa orang yang berkata saya seharusnya menegur terlebih dahulu, jangan dipublik negurnya, engga perlu dibesar-besarkan dan blablablabla. Please, jangan berkata demikian sebelum kalian konfirmasi dulu ke saya. Saya jelas sudah menegur dengan halus langsung ke orang tersebut sebelum saya memosting tulisan saya tersebut, tapi apa yang saya dapat? Saya diblock, teman-teman saya yang berusaha menegur juga diblock (karena yang diplagiat bukan hanya tulisan saya), akun Instagram yang bersangkutan seketika diprivate, kolom komen di akun line@ nya juga dinonaktifkan. So, akses saya untuk menghubungi pemilik akun tersebut memang tidak ada.

Dan saya memilih memosting hal tersebut sekalian jadi pelajaran untuk orang-orang yang memfollow saya agar tidak melakukan hal serupa, bahwa akan ada konsekuensi terhadap akun-akun yang masih dengan sengaja melakukan kegiatan seperti ini dan menjadikannya sebagai sesuatu yang bisa dikomersilkan. Pun niat saya menuliskan hal itu juga bukan untuk membesarkan, tapi membenarkan apa yang menurut saya salah. Jelas salahlah kalo ambil kepemilikan orang tanpa izin trus abis itu dijadikan media untuk mendapat keuntungan. Itu rejekinya? Itu keberuntungannya? Saya tahu betul rejeki sudah ada yang mengatur, tapi bukan berarti dengan cara yang tidak benar, kan? Well, you can blame me for my opinion, beda pendapat itu sah kok, sans lah~

Mennnn, ide tuh mahal, even ide bertebaran dimana-mana dan akan ada yang bilang kesamaan ide pasti bisa terjadi. Tapi buat saya, memplagiasi karya orang lain, mau itu secuil, sejumput bahkan dengan keterlaluannya dari awal sampe akhir dicopas tanpa ada tambahan apa-apa ya itu salah dan saya berhak memperjuangkan hak saya. Engga semua orang ketika karyanya diambil akan mau berkarya lagi, ada yang sehabis itu males karena merasa doi engga punya power apa-apa lagi.

Balik ke inti pembahasan, saya dan 9 orang kawan saya lainnya, yaitu:

@karenapuisiituindah, @kunamaibintangitunamamu, @estehmanistanpagula, @kolaborasirasa, @biashujan, @katadevi, @namarappucino, @elsasyefira, @giovannieldi

yang menemukan tulisan kami memang dicopas dalam buku tersebut sepakat untuk mengajukan tuntutan berupa:

  1. Penarikan buku dari pasar karena 20% isi buku adalah copas (yang baru ketauan cyin),
  2. permohonan maaf di seluruh akun media sosial pelaku,
  3. pemberian ganti rugi terkait tulisan yang dicopas, serta
  4. penghapusan seluruh materi dalam instagram dan line@ yang merupakan hasil copas.

Masalah ini memang pure antara si pemilik akun tersebut dengan kami, sekali lagi saya tekankan ya bahwa antara si pemilik akun dengan kami, bukan dengan pihak penerbit. Karena jelas di dalam kontrak SPPB dan SPPE sudah ada pasal yang mengharuskan karya adalah kepemilikan penulis asli atau orisinal. Penerbit di sini hanyalah sebagai mediator untuk mempertemukan kami dengan pemilik akun tersebut dan menjembatani kami menyelesaikan masalah ini. Saya dan teman-teman berterima kasih untuk tim penerbit, tentunya.

Dan lalu di tanggal 5 Juni 2017 lalu masalahnya sudah resmi usai dengan kesepakatan:

  1. Permohonan maaf dari pihak yang melakukan kesalahan di seluruh akun media sosialnya, baik pribadi maupun akun statusmantan yang lama dan atau yang baru (ya, akun yang lama dijual),
  2. pengembalian uang muka royalti kepada penerbit,
  3. pengembalian hak penulis berupa royalti 10% kepada pihak penerbit,
  4. buku tersebut tidak akan dicetak ulang,
  5. dan nama statusmantan tidak diperbolehkan untuk menerbitkan buku lagi di Transmedia.

Ya, memang tidak sesuai dengan tuntutan kami, mungkin juga membuat kami merasa tidak puas, tapi nampaknya itu adalah hasil terbaik, solusi terbaik atas masalah ini.

Intinya aja sih, saya pribadi memang bukan penulis, apalagi penulis besar. Saya hanyalah seseorang yang suka menulis dan berkarya di mana saja, tapi saya tidak pernah akan tinggal diam jika karya saya diambil orang seenaknya dengan tanpa izin resmi dari saya sebagai pemilik konten, lalu karya saya tersebut dimodifikasi serta dikomersilkannya.

Saya kasih contoh deh, sahabat saya yang saya temui di tumblr ini, yaitu @aksarannyta, meminta izin kepada saya untuk menggunakan secuil kalimat saya di caption Instagram untuk kemudian dia modifikasi dan dia masukkan dalam bukunya. Saya marah? Tidak tentu saja, karena dia sepenuhnya sudah meminta izin saya. Gini loh ya, setidaknya hargai hasil ide atau karya orang lain dengan tidak menggunakan tanpa izin dan mengakui karya tersebut sebagai kepemilikan. Apa sih susahnya mencantumkan credit? Atau lebih gampangnya, minta izin aja deh, segitu susahnya?

Padahal kalo di Instagram jelas loh term of use-nya, “people on Instagram may not post copyrighted content on Instagram unless they own or are allowed to post the copyrighted content.”

Akhir kata, saya ingin meminjam dan saya setuju dengan pernyataan mas @/danartriatmojo di instastories beliau terkait penggunaan konten kepemilikannya oleh salah satu akun di Instagram dan memodifikasi dengan menggunakan watermark dan teks tanpa izin resmi dari mas Danar langsung,

“Yes they do credits. Tapi yang ga bisa diterima adalah tanpa seizin dan memodifikasi. Mungkin banyak kasus yang kemudian pemiliki tidak bertindak atas kejadian2 seperti ini. Dan mungkin juga ada yang berfikir “selama di credits” ga masalah. Kalau dibiarkan, oknum-oknum seperti ini bakalan semena-mena dan tetap melakukan hal yang seharusnya tidak dilakukan. Buat teman-teman yang mengalami hal yang sama, jangan tinggal diam jika mengalami hal kayak gini. Kejar dan minta pertanggung jawaban yang setimpal. Jangan tinggal diam kalo karya kalian mulai tidak dihargai. Please jangan komen “Kalo ga mau di repost atau di colong ga usah di upload” Kita bernaung di satu atap internet yg sama, dan ada manner, attitude didalamnya. Ga membenarkan lo bisa pakai dan memodifikasi seenaknya”

Jadi, berkaryalah dengan jujur, karena setiap karya akan selalu memiliki penikmatnya. Jangan pernah berhenti berkarya dan menghargai karya! :)

I-I know that I’m really late.. but still- TAT

Happy belated Birthday, my cute little friend @oreowarrior
I hope you had lots of fun and got lots of lovely presents. ♥♥
Of course.. not only on your Birthday, but everyday ehee~
Please stay as wonderful as you are, sweet pea.

Watched Pride and Prejudice (2005) earlier today, so of course what else was I supposed to do besides draw Uraraka Ochako from BNHA (MHA) as a Regency gal??? (Totally random but oh well 💕✨ please enjoy either way 😁😊✨)

Akala ko kasi…

Hindi ko alam kung bakit pa ako bumalik sa lugar na ito; kung bakit ba ako dinala ng mga pagal kong paa sa lugar na naging saksi halos ng lahat. Lahat ng nangyari sa atin. Mula sa mga masasayang alaalang baon ko pa rin ngayon hanggang sa mga tagpong halos pumutol sa mga litid ng aking katawan na naibaon ko na ngayon.

Pero ang galing, noh? Naalala pa rin pala ng mga paa ko ang daang ito. Sabagay, dati pala eh kahit nakapikit ako’y mararating ko ‘to. Dati. Ang bigat pala sa pakiramdam bigkasin.

Bakit nga ba ako nandito? Sa dinami rami ng araw na pwede akong mapunta dito eh, bakit ngayon pa? Sa loob ng napakahabang panahon eh bakit ngayon pa ako dinala ng mga paa ko dito? Hindi ko maipaliwanag pero, parang may kung anong humila sa akin dito.

Ang tagal na rin pala noh? Sampung taon nang mahigit pero alam mo ba, naaala pa rin kita. Iba ka eh. Iba yung tayo dati. You were my greatest love. You were, and I guess will always be.

At kasabay ng papasok mo sa isip ko ay ang pag-ihip ng napakalamig na hangin. Doon ko napagtanto na unang araw na pala ng disyempre ngayon. Tila ba mas malamig siya nung nakaraang taon. Pero magbago man ata ang antas ng kanyang lamig ay di mawawala ang dala nitong bigat sa loob. Ah, kaya pala. Unang araw ng disyembre. Araw pala natin ngayon noh?. Nalimutan ko na rin. Pasensya na ha? May ibang araw na kasi akong inaalala.

Kasal na pala ako. Gusto sana kitang imbitahin pero di kita mahanap. Wala na rin akong balita simula nung araw na yun. Kamusta ka na kaya? Masaya ka na kaya?

Weird, pero alam mo ba? Nung araw ng kasal ko, pakiramdam ko nandun ka. Nanonood. Ewan ko ba. Ang weird talaga nung feeling pero pakiramdam ko andun ka sa may bandang likuran ng simbahan. Pero alam ko naman imposible eh. Bakit mo naman ako papanoorin eh ipinagtabuyan mo nga ako nun eh, di ba? Hehe. Ang daldal ko nanaman. Sorry ha? Namiss kong magkwento sa’yo. Hindi naman sa hindi siya nakikinig pero iba pa rin pag sa’yo ako nagsasabi.

Aalis na sana ako nang biglang may kamay na pumigil sa akin.

“Zy, Andrea ito. Yung ate ni Zach, naalala mo pa ba ako?”, bungad ni Ate Andrea.

“Ate Aaaaaan! Oo naman po! Ikaw pa ba? Wala ka pa ring ipinagbago.(: Ang ganda mo pa rin. Kamusta ka na? Kayo? Namiss kita, Ate. Ang tagal din nating di nagkita ha.”, puno ng saya kong sagot kay ate sabay akap sa kanya nang mahigpit.

Parang pinag-isipan muna ni Ate yung sasabihin niya. Tila ba saglit na nagtalo ang isip at puso niya.

“Medyo kinakaya naman ang lungkot. Ahm, nagbakasali lang akong makikita kita dito. Yun kasi ang sabi ni Zach, na baka daw pumunta ka dito. Heto, naswertehan naman. Tama nga siya.”

Ngumiti si ate.

“Ahm, may ibibigay pala sana ako”

“Ha? Ate, wait lang.” Bigla tuloy akong inulan ng tanong sa isip ko. Lungkot?

“Ate, anong meron?”

“Zy, wala na siya.”

Pinilit ngumiti ni ate pero di maitago ng ngiting yun ang lungkot sa mata niya. Pagkatapos ay iniabot niya ang isang sobre. May mga sinabi pa si ate noon pero di ko na ata narinig dahil nakatuon na lang ang pansin ko sa liham habang sa isip ay paulit-ulit ang mga salitang “wala na siya.”

Halos mapaupo ako sa narinig ko. At para akong wala sa sariling binuksan ang bigay ni ate.


Baby,

Hi! Kamusta ka na? Miss na miss na miss na miss na miss na kita. ): Sobra. Ooops, oo ngapala, wala akong right. Sorry ha? Alam kong wala na akong karapatang kamustahin ka pero di ko mapigilan. ): Naexcite lang akong sulatan ka. Yung parang dati. I just remember how you loved getting love letters – those long handwritten love letters? Iba yung excitement mop ag nakakatanggap ka eh. Haha! Those days. Haaaaaaay.

To start everything with, I wanna tell you that I LIED.

I lied when I said I don’t love you. How will that happen when you mean the world to me? Kaya hindi totoong hindi kita mahal. Alam kong it’s too late na para bawiin lahat nung sinabi ko at para sabihin to pero from then until this moment, I still feel the same for you. You are still that only star I only see whenever the sky cries. You are still the comfort I long to seek whenever I am sick, sad, and hurt. You are my sunshine, the one who lifts my spirit high when I feel so down. You are everything I have asked for – my answered prayer. (:

If I don’t love you, then why do I have plans of marrying you? Why do I see you as someone I see myself growing old with? Without worries of how bad I look with my messy hair, and with how foul I smell with my morning breath and dried sweat.

With you, I can be who I am. I can always be who I am.

With you, though it wouldn’t be perfect, I will be contented, but genuinely happy.

With you, my flaws don’t matter like the way they do with other people.

So, if I don’t love you, then why do I end up crying every time I remember you, and the way US has been?

God knows I love you more than myself.  If money makes the world go round, then you are my one million bill.

But…..sometimes, we are faced with decisions that need sacrifices. We need to make “the choice” knowing it is the right thing to do even if it would mean dyin. I needed to do it. I needed to make you feel that I don’t love you. Torture sa akin yung makitang malungkot yung babaeng bumubuo ng araw ko. Na kahit anong sakit at pagod eh mawawala basta makita ko lang siyang masaya. Nakangiti. Sobrang okay na ako dun. Alam mo ba, nung araw na yun? Halos isumpa ko ang sarili ko habang pinapanood kang umiyak. Shet ang sakit. Ang sakit makita yung mahal mong masaktan. Pero alam mo yung pinaka masakit na part? Yung pinapanood mo siya at alam mong ikaw yung dahilan.

“Go if that’s what you want. I’m tired of you; of this and all of your shits. Leave if you want to. I don’t mind; I don’t care. Nakakasawa na rin. ”

These are not the words I want to say. These are the words I needed to say.

I had to choose between you being happy or you being miserable. ‘By, you know that I will always go on everything that will make you happy, right? Always.

Why did I do that?

‘by, I am dying.

Hindi ko alam kung paano ko sasabihin sa’yo. Those times na you felt like I was starting to drift away from you eh yun yung mga araw na iniisip ko kung paano ka na kapag wala na ako. Kung paano na tayo. Baby, sa dinadami rami ng pangarap at mga planong nabuo natin, tingin mo ganun ko lang siya basta bastang maitatapon? How can I throw something away when my heart has been intertwined on those plans and dreams? Hindi ko maimagine ang buhay ko kung wala ka. Kaya kong mabuhay pero is it even worth it?  

So I came to the idea that maybe it is best to let you go. Dahil kapag sinabi ko sa’yo, itatali mo ang buhay mo sa akin. Sa pag-aalaga sa akin. Buburuin mo ang napakaganda mong buhay para lang hintayin akong mamatay. It was the most difficult decision I had to make. It was a battle between my happiness and yours. At alam na alam mong lagi kong pipiliin ang maging masaya ka. I needed to break your heart to make sure that you’ll choose to live; that you’ll find a new reason to breathe.

Sorry. I love you so much that I want a future for you. I want you fulfill your dreams. I want you to be there to hear the first laugh of your first, second and third babies. I wanna see a stage mom in you. I want to see you happy, even if it would mean me not being a part of it.

Today, I realized that it is the best time to write you this letter. I told myself that today, I will tell you everything – the thing I should have done way back. I know regrets can never bring you back. It’s clear as crystal to me. But I don’t wanna regret because I know, this ‘me leaving you’ will lead you to something wonderful. Tsaka I felt na I can no longer write you this letter kapag pinagpaliban ko pa. My body’s getting weaker every day. I am losing all the strength I have. Sorry pero baka bukas o sa susunod eh di na ako makabalik sa mga espesyal na lugar para sa atin. I can really feel my knees getting weaker. Kaya I hope makaabot ka sa part na ‘to.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry sorry. Alam kong di mahihilom nung mga sorry ko yung natamo mong sugat dahil sa kagaguhan ko. Pero gusto ko pa ring magsorry. Sorry for not being strong enough to live longer just to be by your side. Sorry kasi pinangakuan kita ng mga bagay bagay na hindi ko na matutupad. Sorry sa forever na di ko na mapapatunayan. Pero out of all those sorries, isa lang ang hindi ko ihihingi ng sorry. Yun ay ang minahal kita. Kasi loving you made me something I never saw myself becoming. It gave me these precious memories that are gving me reasons to smile despite of the pain, laugh despite of the sadness. It gave me life. You gave me life. And I thank you for that.

P.S.

Favor naman baby oh. Pwede bang pakihug mo ako sa mga future babies mo? Tapos pakibulong na ang swerte nilang ikaw ang naging mommy nila. (: Hindi ko na hihilingin na ikwento mo pa ako sa kanila. Alam ko namang you wouldn’t want me to be part of your new life na eh. And I understand that. (: Pero gusto ko lang malaman nila yung worth mo. Malaman nilang how blessed they are because you happened to them.  

To the girl who’s made my life worth living, I love you. I really do. And I will keep on loving you until I breathe my last breath. Mag-ingat ka lagi ha?

I love you, goodbye. Until we meet again.

Loving you so much,

Zach


“Hindi ka niya kinalimutan Zy. Hindi niya kaya. Araw-araw siyang pumupunta dito, nagbabaka sakaling makita ka. Araw araw yun. Umulan, umaraw, makulimlim man ang kalangitan o maaliwalas, nandito siya. Naghihintay. Kahit di na kinakaya ng katawan niya. Kahit ikasama pa ng pakiramdam niya. Ikaw kasi yun eh. Ikaw yung nagsilbi niyang rason para mabuhay pa. Para bumangon sa umaga kahit di na siya hinahayaan ng sakit niya. Hanggang sa tuluyan ng bumigay yung katawan niya at hindi na siya nakapunta.”

Kaya pala.

Kaya palaaa.

Haaaaaaay.

Kaya pala kahit sabihin mong tama na, alam kong may mali. Na may iba kang gusto sabihin. Your ‘go’ must have mean ‘stay’ and I was a fool to not know that. Na kahit ilang ulit mo akong ipagtulakan palayo ay hindi ko maramdamang di mo na ako mahal. Ang daya mo. Ang daya-daya mo. Sabi mo, for better and for worst tayo. Saan na napunta yun? Haaaaay. Zach naman eeeeeh, hindi ko alam ang iisipin ko. ): Bakit ang daya mo? Bakiiiit? ):


…..



“Ate Zy?”

Para akong hinila mula sa napakalalim na pag-iisip. Napatingin ako sa direksyon nung tumawag sa pangalan ko.

“Ako po si Hannah. Kamag anak po ni kuya Vin.”

“Oh, Hannah. Ano yun?”

“Hindi ko po alam kung dapat ko pa po bang sabihin sa inyo ‘to. Pero pakiramdam ko po kasi now’s the time eh.”

“Oh, ano yun? May problem ba?”

“It happened during your wedding day kasi, ate. I was at the back. I was trying to capture you while walking down the aisle. Then, there was this guy who caught my attention. He was staring at you. He was studying every bit of you with his sad eyes. He started crying when you finally reached kuya Vin’s hand. Then after seeing that, he went out of the church. Pinilit kong sundan siya sa tingin pero bigla na lang siyang nawala.”

“Naalala mo ba ang mukha niya, Hannah?”

“Yes, ate. And the weird part is, my third eye is open. I have been seeing ghosts since I was a kid. And the man I saw, was one of them.

Ate, eto siya oh.

Pinakita niya sa akin ang isang larawang kuha mula sa cellphone niya.

By any chance, do you know him?”

Underarm Hair

Shori: /read mail/ “[Sexy Zone’s members, I have a problem.] This is, should I read it? [If I see a man’s underarm hair, I’ll automatically hate him. Lately, I really like Hanyu-san but when I see his underarm hair, I automatically dislike him. I want to stop to hate underarm hair, what should I do? Please tell me.] Marius-kun.”
Mari: “Eh..? Me? Why…”
Shori: /giggled/
Mari: “Hehe… Eh… I never see at a person’s underarm hair whenever I see someone, so I don’t know.”
Shori: “Eh… but this person…”
Mari: “Yes, she really looks at it, right.”
Shori: “Yes.”
Mari: “Then, she should wear sunglasses.”
Shori: “But sunglasses only makes everything looks dark.”
Mari: “Ah! I see. She should announce it first, like "Tomorrow, please shave your underarm hair, guys!” or something like that, I don’t know, though. Or “Tomorrow please don’t show your underarm hair to me!”.“
Shori: /laughed/ "Nobody wants a friend like that! At everyone, "Tomorrow, please shave your underarm hair, guys!” that will be so weird!“
Mari: "I understand, then how about "Tomorrow please hide your underarm hair!”.“
Shori: "I think it’s not about everyone, she talks what if a person she likes has it.”
Mari: “Ah… Then a person who she likes… well maybe if that person really like her, that person will shave it for her. Well I don’t really mind underarm hair actually, but as example, if I love Kenty, if Kenty love me too and want to date me, I’ll offer him to shave his underarm hair.”
Shori: /giggled/ “Suddenly you disgrace Kenty.” /giggled/
Mari: “I mean, I think being frank is important.”
Shori: “Well…”
Mari: “If he still doesn’t want to do it for me–maybe I should see his underarm hair everyday.”
Shori: /laughed so hard/
Mari: “Until I get accustomed with his underarm hair.”
Shori: “You really say everything, don’t you?” /laughed/
(QRZone, 17 May 2017)

There for You pt. 2 (Jimin x Reader)

Originally posted by kths


Saturday had arrived and you were screwed. It was 3pm, you were due at the studio at 4pm and you hadn’t cooked up a good enough excuse not to go. Your roommate was thrilled that you had plans again with Jimin and wouldn’t assist you with any kind of copout. Thanks to your diligent nature, you’d even finished all your chores and other things you needed to have done. You resigned yourself to die and began looking for workout clothes.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy spending time with Jimin. In fact, you loved spending time with Jimin. He was thoughtful at all times, and naturally cheerful as well. Even when he was stressed, he often just needed a long talk, a listening ear, and a hug and he was much better. It was easy to make him happy and you appreciated that about him. Undoubtedly you felt he worked harder than you in this friendship to cultivate and maintain it. You shook those thoughts from your head, hearing him scolding you cutely in your mind, and smiled unconsciously. You changed into yoga pants, and a too big crop top you’d bought long ago, worn just right by many, many cycles in the wash.

You meandered out the house, your strap on bag secured around you, water bottle in hand. You didn’t want him to have to worry about keeping you hydrated on top of everything else. You arrived to the studio fifteen minutes early and texted Jimin that you’d arrived. He called you briefly, explaining that he was two minutes away and would be arriving shortly to unlock the door. You wondered if Hoseok was already here, as he was primary owner of the space, but you had no time left to continue contemplating as Jimin had arrived.

He bounded out of his car and you smiled again at seeing him in a black tank, loose gray sweatpants and his favorite pair of sneakers. He returned your smile double fold and engulfed you in a big hug when he got close enough. You loved his hugs and brought your arms around his slender waist. You made to pull away after what you liked to call the acceptable time to have your body this close to a beautiful man like him. He whined a little in protest and you froze. He was pulling this stunt with his mouth right against your ear.

“Jimin,” you addressed him slowly. It seemed he was reluctant to pull away but he did and he went in his pocket for the key. You kept your eyes on the back of his head, which was missing its usual customary snapback, and followed him as he wound his way to his favorite practice room. He let the both of you in and busied himself with setting up the sound. You took a seat in the middle of the room, beginning to stretch. You hadn’t been here but once, but it was comfortable and you loved the hardwood floors and mirrors.

“Y/N!” You heard the scream of your name from the doorway and Hoseok ran in, diving to tackle hug you on the floor.

“Hobi! No need to kill me!” You hugged him with just as much enthusiasm though. He was one of your first friends at university and you’d met Jimin through him. He was so busy as owner of the studio though that you often didn’t see him as much as Jimin.

“I’ve got an evening workshop to teach today so I won’t be able to join you guys!” He said, his lips in a pout. Instantly they transformed to form a smile though. “Have fun!” he said, gave Jimin a double thumbs up, which he promptly returned with a matching smile and closed the door behind him. The figurative sun had came and went just like that.

One of your current favorite songs (for there were many) started booming from the speakers and you instantly started dancing while stretching. Jimin jogged over, sliding down to join you on the floor and began to stretch as well. Another song came on you loved and then another, and after shooting Jimin an accusatory look, you deduced he must have stolen your playlist off your phone at that gathering you and Y/B/F/N hosted a couple weekends ago. You couldn’t help but sing along before Jimin decided you both had stretched enough and pulled you off the floor. A sassy salsa-sounding song came on next and you felt taken aback. This one wasn’t on your playlist. You liked it instantly though.

“You ready to learn?” Jimin asked, suddenly appearing in your line of vision. He was close suddenly and you looked up to meet his gaze. Somehow, his hair was already tousled, his forehead on display under the lights that didn’t seem bright enough.

“Wait. What are you teaching me? This sounds…sexy,” you admitted. You felt apprehensive, but didn’t shy away when he placed a hand on your hip. He smiled, eyes crinkling as usual before he responded, “It’s definitely fun. You can decide if it’s sexy.” At that, he began to slowly take you through the steps. It was challenging but definitely enjoyable. After just ten minutes, you were sweating, sleeves rolled up as far as possible and you bent over to allow air up your top when he would go back to start the song from the beginning. After thirty minutes of going through the steps, he revealed that the song was actually only at 70% speed and he was going to kick it up.

“Jiminnnn!” Your hands came up to his shoulders, gripping them to somehow show your frustration. “Shhhh. It’s fun isn’t it? You feel loose don’t you?” He asked, both hands taking position on your hips. “Yes,” you responded and couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your lips. You did surprisingly well for the speed increase and Jimin clapped for you when he stepped away again to finally adjust to 100%. Except this time, he tugged you a lot closer when he returned to take you through the steps.

“Hmmm. I don’t think we were this close before,” you actually managed to say in a teasing tone. Really you were feeling both thrilled and terrified but resolved to stay cool. You and Jimin were friends. Friends. Friends. Your chest was touching his, your eyes level with the mole on his neck, your hips he cradled so carefully against his own. You were gonna lose it. Lose it all right in the middle of the freaking studio.

“Did you decide if it’s sexy yet?” he asked, in the middle of a step, his head bent again close to your ear. You didn’t even have the advantage of having your hair down, instead it was messily thrown into a high ponytail. You cursed quietly under your breath, endeavoring to complete this dance even if it killed you and buried you underneath the beautiful hardwood floors. It was agonizing to dance with Jimin, he made sure to hold you close every time the steps called for you to come together and he was pinning you with an intense stare you’d only seen on him a handful of times.

It finally ended and you were breathing heavily in the last pose, a hand gripping onto his bicep. You closed your eyes, feeling something akin to exhaustion taking over your body. You were aware that you and he were covered in sweat, but you only smelled his cologne you liked so much and something like cinnamon on his breath.

And then you felt as if your world was going into overdrive. His hands were still tight on your waist, but now you felt soft hair brushing against your forehead and lips against yours. Your hand tightened around his bicep and the other came to grab him by the nape of his neck. He pressed closer and you parted your lips. You felt really hot now but you weren’t going to stop a sweaty Jimin from kissing you in the middle of his dance studio. He tugged you even closer if that was possible and you tilted your head, mouth fully opened now. He was an excellent kisser, and he tasted like that cinnamon you’d smelled earlier.

Before you could just lose yourself even further, a bang sounded throughout the room and he pulled away, the same gaze he’d worn earlier pinning you in place. He looked away only after a couple seconds and in the mirror you could see Hoseok, jaw dropped, mouth open.

“Jiminie, I know what you were planning today but damn!” he remarked and you blushed, dropping your head across Jimin’s shoulder.

“Hyung,” he responded in the most deadpan voice you’d ever heard coming from him and looked up to see a highly annoyed expression gracing his features. Hoseok threw both hands up and backed away, “I’ll let you get back to it!” His loud laughter continued to resonate even after he’d left the room and closed the door and you clung to Jimin, refusing to look up again.

“You never answered my question,” he breathily said.

“Ughhhh!” You slapped his arm, and he laughed, throwing his head back, his glee a stark contrast to the judgement crossing his face moments ago.

“Yes Jimin. It’s a yes,” you admitted. You forced yourself to finally step away from him, intending to get a drink of water. All these sexy times were making you absolutely parched. He refused to cut off all contact though and kept hold of your hand as he waited for you to drink. You felt like you were in the vortex. Your closest guy friend had kissed you, kissed you good, it was hot, you’d learned a dance, a lot was going on.

“So Y/N,” he began pulling you close again once you’d put down the water bottle. Was one kiss all he needed to keep you close and warm? You would’ve tried it long ago.

“Will you go on a date with me?” he asked with bowed head, seeming now almost shy, looking up at you from under his long lashes.

“Hmmm, shouldn’t you have asked me before giving me a kiss like that Jiminie?” you teased.

“Yahhhhh,” he whined and you giggled. He was cute. Really cute.

“I’ll make your dreams come true and go on a date with you.”

“Yes!” he cheered like he always did when you gave in to him and he grabbed you up in a hug, not forgetting to top it off with another kiss, this one much shorter but still sweet.

“Let’s go now,” he said, walking away to tidy up quickly.

“Wait no! I’m all sweaty! You’re all sweaty!” you spoke up again when you saw him diligently shutting down everything.

“We don’t need to be clean to have a good time Y/N,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Yah! Park Jimin!” You swatted him again but he danced out of your reach before circling around to grab you around the waist and haul you towards the door.

“Now, with me Y/N. You won’t regret it!” he promised.

  • Me: Hey
  • Her: Yow
  • Me: Kamusta?
  • Her: alam mo okay lang naman eh hehe don't pretend now that you care. promise okay lang :)
  • Me: you think I'm pretending? okay, good to know
  • Her: because if you do, kahit wala yung "hi" post magmmessage ka, eh kaso hindi. right after lang nun saka ka nag message, anong gusto mong isipin ko?
  • Me: I don't expect you anything, you don't care enough anyway.
  • Her: wow. tas ngayon ibabalik mo sakin yung sinabi ko. I did care. pero pag binabalewala lang naman, edi wag na. atsaka as I've said, you have LOTS of people to talk to dito sa tumblr. i don't know why you said na it did make a difference nung hindi tayo naguusap.
  • Me: both of us know. we don't care as much as we cared for others because if we do, we would just let this argument pass and save what we had.

Rapper na naman ang maganda kong nanay dahil umalis ulit ang kapatid ko ng hindi nagpaalam. Hahaha laban ko kaya ‘to sa fliptop? feeling ko mananalo kami eh hehe luv u ma.

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“Dear diary, it is I, Sawamura Eijun, aka Future Ace of the Baseball World, writing again!

Something good happened today. Ka Kazu Miyuki finally k..kisssed me when I asked for it!! That’s a step in the right direction if I do say so myself!! Maybe if I stick to him and ask him to catch for me nonstop like that he would eventually cave in for baseball too???? Well, won’t know if we don’t try eh. Hehe. I, SAWAMURA EIJUN, will make that bastard my slave yet muhaha!

WISH ME LUCk!!

P.S. If people call Ka him a genius, does that make me a super genius? Master genius? Lord genius???

rip miyucky

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Pumusta ako last year tapos gsw nanalo kaso mema pusta, di naman tumupad. Yun pala di naman pala totoo urur. Buti di na ko nakipagpusta ngayon baka hindi nanaman tumupad. HEHEHEHEHE CUTE EH. HEHE GSW YESSSSSSS HEHEHEHE 4-1!!!! 👌🏻

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I’m so sorry for taking so long with this request, but i have been having some personal problems the last week. I hope that you will like it anyway <3 Thank you for the sweet comment and the request <3 @mysimplelifejustme


Kai

“I know a room that  you can show me more moves at, and it’s a lot cheaper than going to the gym. It’s called my bedroom”

Originally posted by sebyunie

Chanyeol

“Eh..hehe.. I’m not sure if your leg belongs behind your neck.. Hehe..” 

Originally posted by jungkooktouchbutts

Baekhyun

“Teach me! Show me your ways! I want to do that too!”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Sehun

“I don’t know if i should be mad or impressed.. She has never done these moves alone with me, but she looks great doing it..”

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Kyungsoo

“So you are telling me that you have been doing yoga for years and never, NEVER have told me? I know a girl in trouble when we get home..”

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

Suho

“Don’t do that, please..You’re gonna break your legs..”

Originally posted by wooyoung

Kris/ Yifan

“I’m insulted that your friends got to see your moves before me, and all the gross guys at the gym..”

Originally posted by jinful

Tao

“It’s getting hot in here… Tao think about where you are. You are at the gym, wait until later..”

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Luhan

“I’m impressed, but punishment is still coming when we get home..”

Originally posted by sixthsehunse

Lay

“I told the boys before we started dating, this girl would never fail to surprise me..”

Originally posted by laygion

Xiumin

“No. I never knew that she could do that. Now stop staring at her before i poke your eyes out myself” *angry/Jealous boyfriend*

Originally posted by fyxiubaek

Chen

“Wooh.. I’m happy if i can stretch my legs after workout.. You really gave the word stretch a whole new meaning..”

Originally posted by luderella