Honestly? Jin and Jimin are /adults/. They’re not catty teenage girls going behind each others backs and insulting each other, this was a part of a /game/, where the point is to roast someone basically.
Obviously, no one is trying to say that the statement that Jin made was okay or not uncalled for in any way (it personally made me cringe, and yeah, I’d rather it not have been said). But to criticize those kinds of statements means you should criticize them when they’re being used against anyone, including the /countless/ times they were used against other members i.e. Jin.
Going back to the adult thing, Jin and Jimin work and live together, and have for almost 5+ years. All of the boys are very close, and if there is an issue, I am sure at this point they are mature enough to address it with one another and talk it out.
Someone give me a fic where Eggsy says “Some guys just can’t hold their arsenic” and Harry says “He ran into my knife ten times” and Roxy says “I fired two warning shots… into his head” during various mission debriefs because I can 100% see all three of them saying it with dead-serious expressions while Merlin just stares back and questions all his life choices up until that point.
It’s not even a shounen ai.
It’s a sports anime with a canon gay couple.
Please please please, I don’t want to alienate LGBT representation in anime any further than it already has by placing YOI in the yaoi category just because of Victuuri. Rarely do we see gay representation outside of yaoi (if you even consider that representative…) so I want to keep this intact.
Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to
pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until
the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both
have to make a decision.
It’s late, and I’m trying to do my homework when Baz starts staring at me from his bed. I try to ignore it, but after a full minute I look up at him.
“Look Snow…” he starts the moment our eyes meet “I need to ask you something.” The way he’s looking at me, like he’s nervous, makes me start fidgeting in my seat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this.
“I need you to date me” he says with a more determined expression now, ”I’ll give you whatever you want, money is not a problem, I’m desperate, Snow.”
I drop my pencil. Has he been smoking? ”Uh…what?” I give him a strange look. ”Are you feeling alright Baz?”
He takes a deep breath before saying, “For Crowley’s sake, I’m serious.”
He’s serious. I can see it in his face, so I start laughing because this is ridiculous. What could possibly make him ask me this? He really must be desperate.
“You can’t possibly think that I’m gonna fall for that.” He’s serious, but he’s probably plotting something against me. If he just needed someone to date I know he could find someone more than happy to do it.
“Look…I have my reasons. Will you do it or not?”
“You hate me, how could anyone believe this?”
“Oh, they will, not everyone is as thick as you are. Besides, you keep crying about how broke you are, so I’m offering you a way to get money for college.”
He’s an ass, why does he always have to talk like he’s insulting me? The thing is, I do need the money. I want to go to college and share a flat with Penny, but to be able to afford it, I would need to find one, or even two, jobs.
“Say we do this…how much will you give me?”
He looks at me like we’re playing a game and he’s calculating his next move. “I’ll pay you a whole year of college.“
What he’s offering is quite a lot of money, but at the same time, he’s loaded. How desperate is he for me to accept this? “Two years of college.”
“Don’t push it, Snow.”
“Then, no. I don’t accept it” I say simply, and start to stand up.
“Wait. Sit down.” He tells me, so I sit down in my own bed, staring at him “Final offer then. I will pay your whole college if you pretend to be my boyfriend for our remaining year at Watford.”
I know that I’m about to make a deal with the devil, but this is too good to say no. “Fine, we have a deal.”
“No one, including Penny, can know that this isn’t real, got it?” He adds.
“Got it.” I tell him, and he fucking smirks, the bastard. I’m so going to regret this.