i barely zoomed on this i was so close to him omg

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*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop

Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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14 Days- Part Seven

(Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Word Count: 1402

Summary: The reader’s best friend, Wanda, goes on a two week mission and leaves a list of things to do for the reader. Task 2.

Warnings: nakey nakey eggs and bakey

A/N: this part was SO much fun to write!! Omg!! I hope you guys like this!

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Title: In Too Deep (Part 5 Back to the Future(Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter and the Reader break curfew to go up to the roof, when Natasha finds them to save them from punishment.

Word Count: 2011

A/N: OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! I’ve worked on it all week because I want it to be perfect! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, I love this series so much omg! Song.


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anonymous asked:

The DR2 boys(+ Mitarai) and their S/O having an EPIC BATTLE! And by epic battle I mean a game of mariokart over who gets the last piece of cake)

That… SOUNDS SO AWESOME! I would so do that with my friends to be fair haha

SDR2 Boys (And Mitarai) battling in MarioKart over the last piece of cake

Hajime Hinata:

- You were just laughing and eating cake

- But then…

- Both of you look down at the plate to find there is only one piece left

- “Hinata - kun”

- You look him dead in the eye before pointing to him

- “I challenge you to a duel. Winner takes all”

- He smirks and nods

- “Alright. What battle ground?”

- You let out a little laugh

- “Rainbow Road.” 

- “Oh you are going to regret this.”

Kazuichi Soda:

- He was good

- Too good

- You thought that maybe he modified his controller somehow

- So you had to use tactics of your own

- “Right turn!”

- You turned your hands and whole body right bumping into him

- “Wha-?! S/O that’s cheating!”

- You laugh as you continue turning

- “Not at all! I do this naturally!”

- By the end of the race the two of you are leaning against one another laughing

- “Alright, you win this race S/O…. But can I at least have one bite?”

Nagito Komaeda:

- Why did you challenge him in MarioKart?

- Big. Mistake.

- You forgot this boy has the most bs luck out there

- You thought you were doing pretty good, last lap, first place

- But then

- “Hm? What does a blue shell do? Oh well I’ll just throw it”

- “WAIT NO D-”

- It was too late, you instantly lost your lead and all you could do was watch Komaeda zoom past

- You just stare at the screen in disbelief as he quietly eats the cake

- “I guess… Luck was on my side this time, but please use this loss as a stepping st-”

- You put your hand over his mouth, you honestly don’t want another one of his hope speeches

Nekomaru Nidai:


- You thought challenging him to a game would be a good idea

- But it turns out you’re more likely to go deaf

- Also, you take a quick glance at his controller

- You could swear there’s cracks forming on it due to him holding it so tightly


- “I’m ahead of you Nidai - kun”

- “Say it like you MEAN IT!”

- You let out a small laugh


Gundham Tanaka:

- It took him a while to figure out the controls

- He kept muttering that this battle is unfair, he is the rightful owner of the cake

- Afterall, he will rule this world!

- But you kept insisting

- So he accepted your challenge

- As soon as he got an item, he would immediately throw it in front

- However, that plan backfired as he kept slipping on his own banana peels

- “This game… IT’S CURSED!”

- “Oh don’t be a sore loser Tanaka - kun!”

- You lean over and kiss his cheek before standing up and getting your prize

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu:

- He thought it was stupid

- Why would you fight over cake?!

- More importantly, why on a video game?!

- It’s not that he was scared of losing, he just though it was stupid

- … Yeah.

- *Lowkey trying his hardest whilst making it seem like he doesn’t care*

- He barely manages to finish first

- “Hah, what did I tell you?! It’s pointless to challenge me in a fight!”

- “Kuzuryuu - kun… I’m glad you had fun”

- You just smile at him as you hand him the cake

- I-Idiot, you should be mad at me for winning! Gh, you’re too adorable

Byakuya Twogami (Imposter):

- You honestly didn’t know what to expect

- When you challenged him, he told you he happily accepts

- Just give him 5 minutes to get ready

- The minute he walks into the room your jaw drops to the ground

- “Wh-What the hell?”

- “Well if you’re going to challenge me in a game I had to get into character!”

- “So you decided to dress up as Nanami - san?!”

- You know what I think it’s better if I leave it

- He wins.

- You can’t believe it but he wins

- “See, I told you all you need to do is get into character”

- Wh- Bu- H- Whaaaa?!”

- He smirks as he goes off to devour the cake

Teruteru Hanamura:

- This boy doesn’t really care who gets the cake

- He can easily bake another one

- But a race sounds fun!

- He spends a solid 30 minutes on the character selection screen, and eventually he settles for Princess Peach

- “Oh I see, did you pick her because of the stage we’re going on?”

- “… Of course”

- Not really, she just looked pretty

- At the beginning, he’s actually doing quite well

- “Look! I’m in 4th!”

- “Good going Hanamura - kun! However…”

- You smile as you hit him with a red shell and soon take the lead

- By the end he’s just clinging to you with tears in his eyes

- “Waaaaah! Everyone threw shells at me! That’s not how you treat a princess!”

- You can’t help but laugh as you comfort him

Ryota Mitarai:

- It was a miracle you managed to pull him away from his computer screen

- “Oh, there’s one piece left. You can h-”

- “Let’s fight for it, Mitarai - kun!”

- “Eh?!”

- You point to your console

- “MarioKart!”

- “But… I’m kind of bu-”

- You take his hand and look him in the eyes

- “Please?”

- For some reason, he can’t say no to you

- “Okay… But I haven’t played it in a while… Just saying”

- You smile as you squeeze his hand and kiss his cheek

- It was a really close game, but he still managed to beat you

- “Uwah… That’s amazing Mitarai - kun! You defeated me with a banana peel in the last second!”

- “Haha… Yeah I did, but, you can still have the cake if you want”

- Why is this boy so pure omg

Driven #5 - [Monsta X] Kihyun!Au

[A/N] “I wanna take a picture of you.” Gosh, dude. 

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Sunday evening. Taking a nap after morning engagement party for your brother’s office friends, was a bad idea. You were feeling slightly numb.

You appeared dazed. It didn’t take a lot for your mother to realise that. “You know you could stay one more night. What’s the rush…” She poured herself a drink. You were finishing up yours. You were taken back from a memory trip and you forced out a smile. What was that. You were spacing out, you don’t do that for awhile. The last time you were deep in this thought was a few years ago, perhaps. “Kihyun…needs to work.” You lied. That bum doesn’t have work. You just wanted to escape this town, and didn’t want to spend any time longer.

Suddenly, a hand snatched your empty mug and you glanced up to see Kihyun grabbing the water jar into the mug you were using. He puffs, his lips protruded. “…Guess she’s still bummed about losing the game yesterday morning. Oh right. Of course Kihyun would remember that. After dinner, on the first night, Kihyun actually joined a family game of ice-breakers, plus your brother’s fiancee. A family version of truth and dare.

Your losing question was:

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Rating: Explicit/NSFW Content! 

SummaryRaven sent him a boob pic.
And they are very nice breasts, but he’s not exactly sure what the protocol is for situations like that. He should reply in kind, right? It’s only fair. Some sort of quid pro quo : I show you mine, you show me yours?

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Temporary Affairs II

 Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Chapter 11. Little Miracle

Dressed in a warm wool sweater and leggings, you slouched on the sofa watching some Kdrama and munching on some cashews, when an unfamiliar sensation started at the right side of your lower abdomen.  You applied pressure to the area, thinking it was just Yoona kicking as always, but then the sensation started to resonate up and throughout your stomach.  Trembling and a bit panic-stricken, you placed the can of nuts onto the coffee table and turned off the television to focus and analyze the pain.

“Oh my God,” you said under your breath, huffing and puffing, when the muscles on your stomach contracted just to expand within seconds. 

“Op….pa…” you called out weakly but Jongin was so focused in whatever he was doing in the kitchen.

Your mother-in-law and the maid coincidentally had gone out to the super market moments prior to your painful endeavor.

When the throbbing feeling escalated to the entirety of your stomach, back, and legs, you were certain what was happening.  And then to solidify your hypothesis, a gush of warm liquid flooded out from between your legs. 

Clawing the sofa, you attempted to call out again, “Op….pa!”  I’m in labor you PABO!  What the heck are you doing in the kitchen!?!?


But your cry for help was so inaudible, Jongin didn’t hear.  Out of desperation, you grabbed a vase on the coffee table and with shaking hands, pushed it onto the ground.  Finally, the loud shattering alerted your husband and he came rushing into the living room, with a spatula still in his hands and an apron tied around his neck.

“Jagiya?!  What happened?” he asked, witnessing your twisted face, wide stride, and labored breathing. 

“I’m…I’m…in…la-labor…” you stuttered, closing your eyes and groaning in pain.   

The wooden spatula fell from his hands in accordance to the blood that drained from his face.  He stood still as a statue.

“Op…pa…” you whimpered desperately for help.

Jongin continued to stand still in place.  Omg.


“PABO!  I’M IN LABOR!  BRING ME TO THE HOSPITAL!” you gathered all your energy to wake him up. 

And it sure woke him up all right because your husband instantly lifted you up into his arms, racing as fast as humanly possible to the garage.  His fingers trembled though – heck his whole body was shaking so badly that it took him ten tries before he managed to get the key in the keyhole.

“Oppa, calm down,” you tried to sooth by stroking his arm but a sudden jolt from within your abdomen caused you to claw his arm tightly in agony. 

He grimaced but tried his best to calm down for the sake of your sanity.  But you swore he was rage driving, running stop signs and red lights, honking and shouting at drivers to go the hell faster.  You held tightly onto his free hand when he zoomed pass another red light.  From the corner of your eye, you saw a red and blue swirling light flash at the intersection.  Shit.  Not long after sirens sounded and the police car chased after you.  In a fit of anger and panic for your well-being, Jongin ignored the police but they just kept following and ordering you to stop through their speaker.

“Oppa…just stop, okay?” you suggested.

With a frustrated sigh, Jongin pulled over.  A police walked over, with his shoulders broaden and his badge held out in front of him.  He knocked on the driver window, ready to reprimand you two but as soon as he opened his lips, you cut him off.


The police gaped in shock at your outburst, in the process, almost dropping his badge onto the street.  You exaggerated a few groans to prove your point so he slowly nodded in acknowledgement.

“Follow us, we will open up traffic for you,” he informed. 

Beside you, Jongin sighed in relief, a slight smirk curled on his face at your familiar sassiness. 

“Tsk, focus on the driving, Oppa.  I’m really in pain,” you cautioned, slapping his arm.  He nodded, stroked your hand with his thumb, and drove off again.

By the time you reached the hospital, the pain had increased hundred-folds.  You were constantly scraping your nails against anything to try to distract yourself.  Next to you, Jongin tried his best to hold you still. 

“She’s not fully dilated yet,” the doctor informed, “Maybe in an hour she can begin pushing”.  WHAT?!  WHAT DO YOU MEAN IN AN HOUR!?!? YOU’RE TELLING ME THE PAIN WILL INCREASE? 

“Oppaaaaa,” you wailed.

“Breathe, Jagiya,” he hugged your head against his chest as you shook. 

“Do you need some painkillers?” the doctor suggested.  YES BUT NO BECAUSE EPIDURAL IS THE DEVIL’S DRUG.  You had done plenty of research and read all about the side effects of the drug.

“No!” you responded, biting your lower lip.  The doctor nodded and left to go check on other patients while the hour ticked away like ten. 

“I’m going to dieeee,” you moaned into the chest of Jongin. 

“Shhh…shh…I’m so sorry Jagiya,” Jongin coaxed.  You removed your head from his chest to look at him confused at his apology. 

Finally, you noticed he had been crying. 

“I’m fine Oppa, don’t worry.  And really, anything I say today, please don’t take it to heart,” you made sure he was aware. 

“We’re not having six children,” he said firmly. 

“Yes we are!” you shouted back and he looked at you with a heartbroken expression. 

Just when you were about to give him a lecture, another merciless contraction sent shocking currents throughout your body.  You arched your back and screamed in anguish.  OMG.  OMG.  I’M SO GOING TO DIEEEEEEEE. 


“Jagiya, are you sure you don’t need some painkillers?” he asked, helpless that he couldn’t do anything to lessen your discomfort.

“No.  No, I don’t want it,” you answered with determination, but groaned again when a splitting feeling ran up your legs. 

“I think you need it.  I’ll go get the doctor!” he reasoned, letting go of your hand to fetch a medical professional. 

“NO!  KIM JONGIN YOU STAND RIGHT THERE!” you shouted, causing your husband to freeze right where he was.    

With a contorted face, he turned around and asked, “Why?  I can’t bare to see you like this”.

“Oppa…the drug is bad for the baby,” you finally admitted.

The stiffness of his facial features softened and he gazed at you as if you were some Heavenly entity.  Persuaded by your rationale, he walked back over to your side and bent over to kiss you on the forehead.  A teardrop rolled down his eyes and mixed with one of yours on your cheek. 

Another strong jab landed in your abdomen but you bit your tongue so you wouldn’t scream and scare your poor already pale-faced husband. 

“I’m so useless right now,” Jongin murmured, blinking back tears.

“No, no you’re not.  Please, Oppa.  I need you here with me or else I’ll freak out and second-guess myself,” you sincerely said but he looked at you doubtfully. 

Another contraction began to commence and you hissed in pain, grabbing tightly onto your husband’s hand.  You thought you were going to blow up into shredded pieces of flesh but then Jongin placed his warm hand onto your belly. 

“Yoon-ie, please, don’t make it too hard on Omma, okay?” he begged and you felt your lips quiver. 

Just when you were about to respond, the doctor walked in again to check on your progress.  Both Jongin and you eyed her with anticipation, praying that you were ready to push so you could end your misery already.     

“Nope, not yet.  Maybe another hour?” she reported, and you sunk back into the mattress in exhaustion.  I AM REALLY GOING TO DIE SOON.  ALL MY HAIR WILL FALL OUT AND BLOOD WILL GUSH OUT OF MY EYES AND GUMS. 


“Oh my God!” you shouted when the contractions started up again. 

“I offered you epidural and you didn’t want it earlier.  Do you want it now?” she said, almost in an insensitive way.  YES BUT NO.  NO CAN DO. 

“No, I’m fine,” you replied with gritted teeth.

“Okay…then…” she sighed and trudged off to another patient’s room. 

As soon as she left, you started to vocally scream from the pain.  You seriously grew mad respect for every mother in this entire universe for going through this pain and still acting as if it was nothing.  BECAUSE IT WASN’T NOTHING.


“I’m going to die…I’m going to die…” you kept murmuring.  Jongin brought your hand up to his lips but even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the insanity. 

“_______ah!” a voice called as the owner rushed forward.

Immediately, you burst in to tears, “Ommaaaa”. 

“Omunim,” Jongin bowed and scooted over to give your mother some room to stand beside you. 

“Aigoo, my precious daughter.  How could you turn so pale, you’re breaking Omma’s heart,” she said tearfully.  

“Ommaaaa, it hurts everywhere,” you cried. 

“I know Honey, I know…but I promise you it will be all worth it when you deliver a healthy baby,” she persuaded and you nodded understandingly. 

She stroked your cheek then turned to your husband, “Jongin-ah, how are you doing?  Are you keeping up well?  Oh, my poor son-in-law, you’ve gotten so pale as well”.

“I must have scared the life out of Oppa,” you explained but Jongin shook his head, explaining that he was fine. 

“Well, Jongin is doing miles better than your Appa, _______ah.  When I gave birth to you, your father’s legs trembled so much, the doctors actually had to give him some Xanax to calm him down,” your mother laughed, recalling the past.

“Really?  I can’t see that happening…” you said doubtfully then looked around, “But where is Appa?”  Did he not come?  You looked down at your hands, disappointed so Jongin tried to cheer you up with a kiss on the forehead. 

“Hey, Old man!  Your daughter asked where you are!” your mother hollered.

Looking up, you saw your father slowly enter the room after he’d been quietly eavesdropping and peeping in for a while now.  Due to his excessive shaking, he almost stumbled forward. 

“Appa!” you called out worriedly but thankfully Jongin rushed over and held him steady by the arm. 

He didn’t say a word and you didn’t need him to say anything because the fact that he showed up already meant so much to you.  Tears filled his eyes as he bent down to kiss you on top of your head. 

The doctor entered and finally announced that you were ready to begin pushing.  With one last squeeze on the hand from both your parents, they walked out to give you and Jongin the private moment for yourselves. 

As the doctor positioned your legs for the birthing process, you turned around to Jongin and confessed, “Oppa, I’m really scared”.

“I know but I’ll be right beside you through it.  Just like how I was right beside you during our engagement, during our wedding, during that time you were in the hospital, and during that time you had constipation,” he said and you slapped his arm when he mentioned the last one.

“Push!” the doctor directed. 

Inhale.  Exhale.  Inhale.  Exhale.  With a deep breath, you gathered all the strength in your tiny frame and pushed.  Sweat trickled down your face and you thought that your veins were going to pop, but you continued to push.  Beside you, your husband continued to ramble on and on about something but you couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying…though still it sounded so beautiful. 

Visibly exhausted, the doctor suggested for you to take a one-minute break.  So you voluntarily slumped back onto the mattress.  Still holding onto your hand, Jongin massaged your sore body with the other. 

“Oppa…what did you keep saying earlier?” you asked, weakly. 

“I was just listing some of your qualities that I want our daughter to inherit,” he explained, “Like your gorgeous eyes, your tiny face, your breathtaking smile, and most of all your strong personality and your willingness to sacrifice for others”.  You stared at him with dreamy eyes.  Why must you give me so many feeeeels??  Even when my vagina is literally broken, my hair is a heap of mess, and my face is probably whiter than that of a ghost????


“There’s one thing I hope she doesn’t inherit though,” he spoke. 

“What?” you asked, a little disappointed. 

Smirking, he leaned into your ear and whispered, “Your D-cups”.

With a gasp, you punched him in the chest for his naughtiness. 

“What?” he asked, “I don’t want a million suitors circling around our Yoon-ie”. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Are you ready to push again, ________ssi?” the doctor asked and you nodded. 

Inhaling in an adequate amount of oxygen, you began to push again.  The pain was so unbearable, you discovered yourself digging your nails into Jongin’s hand.  He doesn’t even wince, instead his grip tightened.  You groaned, begging for Yoona to please, please, please help her mother a bit.  The room smelled like rotten tofu, mixed with blood, mixed with hotdog water. 

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.  SOMEONE JUST GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!” you screamed when a piercing pressure gather on your pelvis. 

You swore you heard something snap.  The doctors had warned you throughout your pregnancy that your small frame may not be able to handle natural birth but you didn’t like the idea of getting a C-section without even trying.  And by now, after overcoming the intense pain of those contractions, you were determined to complete the birthing process vaginally, even if parts of you broke. 

“_________ssi!  I see the head, please push a bit harder!” the doctor commanded. 

Beside you, Jongin sucked in air, his body tensed.  You grunted and pushed with all your might.  Time stopped and everything froze in place.  Staring a few feet before you, with watery eyes, you watched as a tiny pink and wrinkly creature thrashed around in the doctor’s arms. 

“Waaaa waaaa waaaaaa!” she cried loudly and the cries sounded like music to your ears. 

You turned to your husband to witness him breaking down in tears at the sight of the newborn baby. 

“Oppa…” you whispered with a cracked voice. 

He turned around, immediately caressing your feeble body into his arms. 

“W-We did it,” you sobbed.

Cupping your face, he corrected, “Youdid it, Jagiya!  You’re amazing.  You seriously are the most amazing woman on this planet”. 

You shook your head to deny the compliments. 

“Congratulations, ________ssi, Jongin-ssi, your baby girl is very healthy,” the doctor said, handing the bundle of joy over to you. 

Shocked, you waved your hands, “I don’t want to hurt her”.

Jongin furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean, Jagiya?  You’re not going to hurt her!” 

Confused, the doctor shrugged then handed Yoona to Jongin’s arms.  The new father stared into the bundle with utmost tender, love, and care.  You strained your neck trying to take a peep.  Sighing, your husband held Yoona up to your hands but you backed away again. 

“I don’t want to hurt her,” you repeated. 

“Jagiya, you are not going to hurt her,” Jongin firmly replied to your ridiculous fear. 

“I…” you started but before you knew it, your husband had placed the baby into your extended arms. 

With ceased breathing, you stayed still, fearing that any movement would somehow hurt your daughter.  But when you looked down at her and she had a look that described the epitome of trust and tranquility, you held her up to your lips and kissed her small forehead.  Jongin wiped the tears that trickled down your eyes. 

“Yoon-ie, Omma waited so long to meet you.  Thank you so much for trusting me these nine months, please continue to let me take care of you for the rest of your life,” you spoke, kissing her cute little nose. 

She smiled back at you, causing both Jongin and you to giggle like the proud parents you were.  From the doorway, your parents and your in-laws filed in to take a glimpse of the little miracle in your arms.  And when the nurses came in to take Yoona for a check up, you discovered yourself already attached and hesitating to hand her over.  So you waited anxiously for the nurse to return, even when doctors suggested for you to get some rest. 

“I just want to say ‘Good Night’ to her before sleeping,” you proposed when Jongin tried to lull you to sleep. 

With a sigh, your husband nodded and waited with you for an hour before they brought her back so you could give her a good night kiss.      



a/n: Welcome to the world, Kim Yoona :D now go play with Youngwoo hehehehe.  <3 shipping babies

Hope you guys enjoyed this crazy chapter!  Mad respect for all the mothers of this world :3


I just finished rereading The Lucky One.  Omg.  Who wrote that story?  She hit me right in all my feels.  ~the awkward moment when you’re sobbing in front of your computer reading your own story~  I was so good at keeping my tears in until Chapter 14 – specifically this paragraph:

“Youngwoo-yah, when you grow up, you will have no memory of Omma,” you started, blinking away your tears to look at your baby clearly, “but Omma will be thinking of you for every second for the rest of her life”.

If you recall back in Chapter 5 of TA2, when the main girl first babysat Youngwoo and he cried for no reason…and she said something that precisely correlated to that paragraph in TLO:

“You miss your Omma, don’t you?” you heard your voice whisper. 

The baby responded with softer cries.

“Do you even remember her?” your voice cracked.  Will my baby remember me if I left?  Will Oppa long for me as much as Sehun longed for his wife? 

The weeps lessened. 

“What is her name?  How did her voice sound like?  Which parts of you mirror her?  How about her scent, do you remember that?” you asked, your voice empty of emotions.

Silence answered you.


~cries~ right in the feels  

5) Falling In Reverse- A Park Jimin Novel

1) ~ 2) ~ 3) ~ 4) ~ 5)

1 city. 2 People. 3 words. And only 6 months of time to say them.

I wake up after two fitful hours of sleep to the sound of music playing the the halls and the voices of girls rattling with each other. Stretching my sore muscles, I look at the clock and realize it’s barely even six o’clock, my alarm not going off for another half an hour. Sighing agitatedly, I swing the covers off of me and go for the bathroom.

“Yes, I’m a bad boy, so I like bad girl.” The music becomes comprehensible once I reach the entryway, stopping short as I listen to the oddly familiar tune.

“I know this song.” I puff out my cheeks and furrow my eyebrows, trying to remember where I’d listened to it before.

2 Years Earlier

My sister, Savannah turns the television higher, taking the opportunity while our parents weren’t home to do the one thing she knew annoyed us all: blast kpop. At the irritable age of fifteen I groan loudly and put a pillow over my ears, the sound somehow penetrating through my closed door and all the pillow fluff. I’d resisted all her attempts to assimilate me into Korean culture, but ever since our father left us my mom seemed hell bent on getting rid of us too and sending us to a boarding school. I didn’t think she’d actually do it though, just rolled my eyes whenever the subject came up.

When it seems she won’t let up I stomp down the stairs, coming right in front of her and tapping my foot impatiently. “Sienna!” She yells, craning her head around me to see the girly boys dancing on TV.  

“Oh, I’m sorry, Savannah. Am I blocking your view of gay men?”

“They’re not gay!” She exclaims, swatting her hand out and shoving me aside. “Watch.”

“I’d rather stick needles in my eyes.” I cross my arms, sighing indignantly until she tackles me onto the couch, trapping me under her weight. “What the fu- Get off of me!”

“I will if you watch!” She manages to hold me down while turning the TV higher. A blonde boy comes on the filtered screen, dressed in pinstripes and licking his lips suggestively as the music starts. “That one is Kim Namjoon.” My sister says in a dream like whisper as two more boys enter and bump fists with ‘Kim Namjoon.’ “Those are Jungkook and J-Hope.”

“What kinda name is J-ho-”

“Shut up!” My sister puts more pressure on me, two more boys entering the frame, one with a lollipop and one with the tightest red pants I had ever seen. “That’s V and Jimin. V’s the best.” She says, gesturing to the boy with a small lollipop hanging from his lips. And I didn’t think it was possible but two more boys come on the screen, smacking the other and pointing to a girl that comes swaying across the camera in a short skirt. “That’s Jin and Suga.”

The blonde boy pushes the other back and bursts forward, beginning to rap in a language I can’t even begin to understand, as all the other guys running behind him. The camera spins and turns to the member in a red and black sweater, black hair moving as he walks and sways his head.

My sister laughs at something he sings, totally engrossed in what’s going on as they move. “Omg wait, V’s about to come on.” The camera pans to a wide angle of them in formation, V throwing his lollipop to the ground and saying something in depe english before they break into a choreographed dance. The one in red pants comes forward, smoothing his stupidly parted hair back and sticking his tongue out. I’ve had enough when my sister begins to sing along, stuttering over her words and moving her body along mine.

The one she likes spanks the one in red pants and you’d think my sister had a heart attack as she jumps off me and screams. “VMINNNNNNNN AHHHHHH OHMYGOD.” Like a ninja, I make a mad dash for the stairs, flying up the steps and slamming the door to my room shut and leaning against it, like a murderer was coming to kill me.

Music still blares from downstairs and the neighbors could probably hear Savannah’s squeaks and squeals as the video ends. “Don’t hug him!”She yells furiously. “TAEHYUNG IS MINE.”

I curse, my stomach growling as I realize I didn’t get any food, thinking about whether I should risk the trek back down there. Taking a deep breath, I timidly open my door back up, hearing a newer, slower sound begin to pour from the television speakers.

“Came back for more, didn’t you?” Savannah teases.

I narrow my eyes. “No. I came for food.” I snarl, opening the fridge to get out a bowl of freshly washed grapes. All the boys sit in chairs, clad in little school uniforms and smiling prettily as the camera zooms in. Single shots of each boy show up, and my hands stop moving when one of them smiles dorkily at the camera.

“Which one is that?” I tip my head up at the black haired one, smiling on screen.

My sister turns to me with a small smirk. “That’s Park Jimin. Pretty cute huh?”

I shove a few grapes in my mouth, shaking my head furiously and heading for the stairs as I murmur: “as if.”          

Jimin walks in a good twenty minutes late to class on the first day, the atmosphere in the room changing as backs straighten and girls whisper. “Nice of you to join us, Mr. Park. Take a seat and get out your supplies.” I keep my head down, wishing I could disappear into the wall beside me until a shadow falls above me.

“This seat taken?” Jimin’s voice whispers, amusement glittering in his tone.

I shake my head minutely, Jimin happily taking it as invitation to scoot the chair out with the loudest sound possible and plop down. He leans close to my ear and I can practically feel the anger as a tangible being in the room. “You look exhausted.”  

The teacher turns to the whiteboard and begins writing down some basic forms of art and how to use them to the best of our ability, attention seemed to be lacking as most of the people’s eyes are on us. On Jimin.

I snort, finally looking him in the face as I raise my eyebrows. “You don’t look much better.”

“Well I did perform in front of thousands of people.” He flicks his hair out of his eyes ceremoniously. “And I went out with this really mean girl-”

The teacher clears her throat, giving us a pointed look before continuing on with her instruction. I straighten up, twirling the pencil between my fingers agilely. “-and she didn’t even want to hug me-”
“Shut up.” I seethe, not wanting to get on the teacher’s bad side on the first day of class. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep.”

“Were you up thinking about me?” He leans in closer, and I’m about to punch him and yell at him when the teacher interrupts.   

“Is there something you’d like to share with the class Mr. Park? Since you seem to be so talkative this morning…?” 

“Oh no, Ma’am. Just telling the new girl not to be nervous on the first day.” He bumps my shoulder as if we’re old friends, giving the teacher a gummy smile as she turns around.

“Well, get acquainted. She’s going to be your partner for the next few months.”
“My what?” I finally speak up, looking from Jimin to the teacher as she sighs and addresses the class.

“Since, I’m sure only a select few of you were paying attention I will repeat myself: the person sitting next to you is who you will be partnering up with for the next three months on an art project that requires you to use mediums you find in the outside world.”

I open my mouth and then close it, feeling the intense need to smack the arising grin off of Jimin’s face. “Well, Sienna.” Jimin rubs his hand down my back before patting it with a reassuring smile. “It looks like you’re stuck with me a little bit longer.” 

Im sorry this sucked so bad. 

~Admin Eggplant