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BTS Reacts To You Finding Out They Cheated

Originally posted by lavender-kills


“Y/n wait!” 

“Wait for what?! For you to go see her again? No thanks.” You yelled at him, grabbing the bag from off the couch and storming out the door.

He looked at the picture in the frame that sat on the table, it was you guys kissing in front of fireworks. 

He grabbed it and held it to his chest, sobbing.

Please forgive me.

Originally posted by seokjohn


You kept eye contact with him as you slid his ring off your finger and sat it on the table. 

“Give it to someone who doesn’t make you want someone else.” You whispered as you walked away from him and left the house.

He stared at the spot where you were just sitting and then down at the ring. 

He picked up his glass and threw it against the wall, shards landing everywhere. 

I’m such an idiot.

Originally posted by baracindy


“You’re not going to say anything?” You asked looking at him. 

He stayed silent and you scoffed, “Wow, and to think that I was actually going to get the closure I needed.” You started to cry, “I just want to know why I wasn’t enough..” 

He kept silent so you sniffled, wiped your tears, and walked out the door.

You’re so much more than good enough. I don’t deserve you. 

Originally posted by sosjimin


“You’re just going to sit there?” You asked, dumbfounded. 

He moved his eyes to look at you, “What do you want me to say?” 

You scoffed and shook your head, “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” 

He stayed silent as you shook with anger. You got up from the table and threw your drink at him before walking out, “Fuck you Park Jimin.”

If me being cold makes this any easier for you, I’ll be the coldest person you know. I’m sorry, Y/n.

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy


Namjoon comforted him as he cried. 

“She just took her stuff and left?” Suga asked.

Jhope nodded as he sobbed, Namjoon sighed and patted his back, “You fucked up man, she didn’t deserve that.”

I know.

Originally posted by bangts


He chose to walk home that day, wanting to remember all the time he shared with you but with those memories came pain. 

He cried silently as he remembered you catching him with the girl in your bed, how you begged him to have some sort of reasonable reason as to why he would do something like this to you. 

He also remembered you packing your bags that very day and leaving him.

I still don’t have that reason, Y/n but I think about you everyday and how I lost the love of my life over something so stupid.

Originally posted by chimchams

Rap Monster:

He listened to you as you expressed how you felt and how hurt you were. 

His heart was filled with shame as the realization of what he did and how badly he hurt you actually clicked in his head. 

“I’m sorry Y/n. “ 

“That’s all you have to say?” You asked, the tears rolling down your cheek, “Okay, I’ll say it. Its over.”

You walked away from him and everything you had together, and he was the one to blame.

I can’t expect you to forgive me when I don’t even forgive myself.

Addewid (XII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Kai (Jongin)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 5,095

Genre: Fey!AU + Series

Summary: You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”

You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.

Originally posted by co-kai-ne

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Clay Jensen One Shot

Originally posted by rosetylecr

Hey it’s Clay. Clay Jensen. Don’t adjust your… whatever media you’re reading this on. It’s me, alive and ready. Ready to tell you the story of how I met [your full name]. But let’s start at the beginning, when she first walked into Liberty High. After all, every story has an origin.

Second week into school and I noticed from my locker that everyone was staring at the entrance door. I tilted my head to see what they were all staring at and there she was. Her hair was all wet which I presumed was from the rain. She didn’t acknowledge the stares as she approached Hannah’s locker. Suddenly I got a sense of déjà vu. My heart skipped a beat and my grip on my lock tightened. Well wasn’t the whole situation ironic. I caught a quick glimpse of her and I couldn’t help to think, was this revenge for everything I had done, more so hadn’t done for Hannah? Was this some kind of punishment to just remind me of my failure? I loosened my grip and took in a deep breath. I looked back and caught her staring at me. I closed my locker door and averted my eyes away from her. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. Of course we had a couple of classes together, and I found out her name was [y/n], but I kept my distance. Little did I know, I was eventually going to fall into the trap.

A couple weeks had gone by, and it was raining so much that one couldn’t see where they were headed. I was riding my bike back home and found myself plugged in with my headphones. I wasn’t paying much attention to my surroundings. I couldn’t hear the loud honk of the car. It’s beaming lights blinded me causing me to hit the sidewalk and hurt myself badly. I pivoted my body to the side to cause less damage. Unfortunately, I felt warm blood slowly trickling down the right side of my head. I touched my forehead and cussed. I looked up and saw [y/n] rushing towards me. I was relieved to see she didn’t look so worried so the damage couldn’t been so bad. Even if she seemed calm, her eyes were saying something else.

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Looking out the window and I just saw it happen so fast. Clay flew from his bike straight to the pavement. The moment he fell the car just drove off. Asshole. I ran out and went to see him. I bend and grabbed his shoulder.

You: “Hey are you…” *looks at his head wound* “Wow that looks bad, umm come inside, I’m sure I can find something…”

Clay: *lifts himself up* “I’m fine, I can go home.”

You: *irritated* “I’m not going to hurt you Clay. Come on, let’s go inside.”

I led him towards the front porch and though the door. I brought him upstairs to my room and told him to stay there while I fetched the first aid kit. I came back to the room and saw him awkwardly standing.

You: “You can sit you know.”

Clay: *hesitates* “Oh um yeah.”

He sat down and I wiggled myself beside him. I opened the kit to see if there would be anything useful. I opened a disinfectant pad and cleaned the trickling blood. Once I finished that, I took a second one and warned him.

You: “This is going to hurt.”

I pressed the pad on his forehead where the injury was and felt him wince, and he cursed under his breath. As I padded the wound, I finally got to look at him in his eyes. Never had I seen him stare at me so intently, and so I was intrigued.

You: *while padding down* “I can’t believe an accident is all it took to finally meet you.”

Clay: *tilts his head* “I’m not a conversationalist, or good with people.”

You: *chuckles* “That makes two of us.”

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I never spoke to her, not once. Now here I was getting nursed by her, what were the odds of that? Was this the world’s twisted way of giving me karma? Would this just end as bad as the last time? I let these thoughts run all over my mind as I stared at her. I looked at her as she finished padding down. I could see why people at school made such a big fuss about her. There was no denying that she was an attractive girl. She then searched for a band-aid, and when she found one, she started undoing it.

Clay: *raises eyebrows* “You? You’re not good with people?“

You: *smiles* “I prefer no contact. Just a few exceptions.”

Clay: *grins* “I don’t believe you.”

You: *patches him up* “It’s true. And look, you’re all good. I’d still go to see someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

Clay: “Yeah sure, sounds good.”

You: “Don’t hurt yourself again, alright?”

Clay: *gets off from bed* “Ok. Well I should probably be on my way home.”

You: *get’s up* “You can, but you’re more than welcomed to stay.”

Her voice was soothing, and I couldn’t help to hear the hopefulness in her voice. Why was she acting this way around me? I felt my cheeks warm up a little and turned my head around quickly so she wouldn’t notice.

Clay: “Um my parents will probably start worrying about me, so I’ll just head out.”

You: *as he walks away* “I’ll see you around school.”

A few weeks have passed since I was nursed by [y/n]. I thought it was a bad idea, to get close to her. But through out the weeks I stopped to care. She’d choose to sit next to me during lunch and I didn’t mind. She never tried to impose and I never pushed her away. Sometime’s we’d talk, sometimes we’d just sit in silence. I let my anxiety slip away and eventually got close to her. And then, we had finally became friends.

During lunch time, Sky sat beside me and searched the table.

Sky: “Wow your girlfriend isn’t here?”

Clay: “She is not my girlfriend.”

Sky: “But you wish she was.” I fell silent and kept eating my food, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” *smirks* “Didn’t picture you the popular type Jensen.”

Clay: *sighs* “ She is not… I don’t even know why I’m having the conversation with you.”

Sky: “Why don’t you stop being such a wuss and move on.”

Clay: *looks at her* “Do you even remember the last time? What happened when I got close to Hannah?”

Sky: “Oh yeah let’s all pity Clay. Please, the world didn’t revolve around Hannah Baker. She was high school kid with a shitty life and some issues, like the rest of us. Enough of her. It’s time for you to let go. If anyone should have a not so shitty life, it’s you.”

I took in a deep breath and let her words sink in. Oh the irony.

Clay: “Are you getting sappy with me? Did you just try to comfort me?” *laughs*

Sky: *dead serious stare* “Don’t make me regret this.”

Clay: “I heard you.”

Sky: “So what are you still doing here?”

It took me a second to realize what she was insinuating. I got up before she can can physically assault me and went to look for [y/n].

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The library always brought me some kind of peace where I can just manage all my thoughts. I had been invited by several people to Bryce’s party this evening. But I already had made other plans, a surprise actually. And parties weren’t really for me. I wondered though what it’d be like to go with Clay. To finally hold his hand and smile at each other like no one else was in the room. My heart fluttered to the idea but I pushed it away as I thought that would unlikely ever happen. Then I saw him come in the library, he scanned the whole room and smiled when he saw me. He approached me and pulled up a chair to sit beside me.

Clay: “Working on another assignment?”

You: *sighs* “Do they ever end?”

Clay: *smirks* “Do you need help?”

You: “I think I’ve got this, thanks.” *smiles*

I couldn’t help to see that he looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t form the right words.

You: “Are you okay? You look a little shaken up.”

Clay: “You mean me? I’m fine.”

You: *shrugs* “Alright well did you hear Bryce is having a party tonight?”

Clay: *sarcastically* Yeah I actually heard. It’s not like the whole school knows.“

You: *grins* “Well I was invited by several people.”

Clay:  "So… does that mean you’re going?“

You: "Nah I’m not a party person, and Bryce is an ass. Besides we’ve got plans.”

Clay: *looks nervous* “Um so yeah about… *shakes his head* "Wait we have plans? I wasn’t aware.”

You: “Meet me at the Crestmont for seven. Don’t be late.” *bell rings* “Oh we should be heading to class.”

I packed up all my stuff and tried not to show my excitement as we both left the library. Later that evening I fixed myself a little and made my way to the Crestmont. I got the whole surprise ready, and waited patiently until he came.

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I rode my bike to the theater. I checked my phone and it was just 6:58. I wasn’t sure what to expect, after all the theater was closed tonight for renovation. I left my bike in the back where I knew no one would try to steal it. I came back to the front and there she was. She waved as she put a strand of hair behind her ear. I smiled back, admiring her.

You: *smiles widely* “You made it.”

Clay: *sarcastically* “Actually I had made other plans, but um, I decided to come here.” *shrugs*

You: *rolls eyes playfully* “Well come inside, I’ve got a great surprise.”

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I followed her in. We walked towards the end of the theater where there was a room being unoccupied due to the renovation. She opened the door and I couldn’t believe it. The room was unfinished, the chairs were put but there was no big screen or curtains. The surround system was already installed but the walls were bland with no light, so it would’ve been completely dark if it weren’t for the light of the projector. Also the image it produced emitted enough light to recognize my surroundings. The projector was set in front of the soon to be large screen. It displayed a menu to play the movie, Lord of the Rings. I looked around the large room and paid attention towards a couple of seats behind the projector. I saw they were being occupied by bags of popcorn and candy. I looked over at her and couldn’t help but to grin like an idiot.

Clay: *surprised* “Wow, this is–”

You: *frowns* “Please don’t say too much.”

Clay: *shakes head* “No, this is pretty cool, but Lord of the Rings? You could have picked a movie we both would have enjoyed.”

You: *shocked* “Are you kidding me? Clay, I didn’t think you out of all people would make such an assumption.”

Clay: *grins* “Well I’m sorry for not knowing you’re a bigger nerd than me.”

You: *playfully elbows his side* “Don’t push it. And for your information, I love these movies. I even got the special edition with the extra content in the film. So it’s going to be a long movie.”

The answer surprised me, and I actually felt some weird feeling in my chest. I felt my nerves kick in and feel it in my stomach. She made her way to the seats and I followed. She picked up the bag of popcorn and I held the bag of skittles. We both sat down beside each other. She pulled out two bottles of ice tea from her bag and offered me one. I grabbed it and placed it in the cup holder. I thought about it, and this whole situation seemed too good for me. With every second I tried to calm myself. I didn’t deserve all of this, and maybe this is the world setting me up for my own self destruction. Or was Sky right and maybe, just maybe I might not have such a shitty life after all.

Clay: *laughs* “You’re still a big nerd. Who would have thought.”

You: “I’m full of secrets. Now let’s enjoy the next 3 hours and 46 minutes of pure greatness.”

She pulled out the remote for the projector and pressed play.

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And that’s what we did, we watched the entire film. Not one single word spoken between us, just the sharing of our snacks. I stared at him a couple of times because he finally looked comfortable. When he’d catch me staring, I’d look away embarrassed. Sometimes, I noticed he was watching me, and that made me a little nervous. At some point I felt tired and placed my head against his shoulder. I think he was taken back because at first he kind of jerked. But seconds after he relaxed.

The movie ended and I lifted my head. I took the remote and went back to the main menu of the movie. I didn’t want to turn it off because then there would be no light in the room. We had finished the popcorn, candy and the drinks so we put them together in one bag. I looked over to see his reaction and he had a neutral look.

You: “I’m sure you’ve seen this many times just like me.”

Clay: “You have no idea…” *looks up at you and looks at phone* “It’s getting late.”

You: “Yeah it is.”

There was an ongoing stare being engaged by both of us, and my heart actually started to race a little. It felt like none of us truly wanted to leave.

Clay: “Well… we can always stay. Actually I’ve got a good place we can hang.”

You: *tries not to sound too excited* “Okay well lead the way.”

I carried the trash outside the room while following him. I threw it away and I was right behind him. He took me up a flight of stairs, until he opened the door and I could feel the cold, fresh breeze hit my face. We were on the roof of the Crestmont. He then sat almost close to the ledge, in front of the building. I joined him and started looking up.

You: “Do you always come up here?”

Clay: “It’s kind of my hang out. When I’m on my lunch I always come up here. Brings me a sense of nostalgia.”

You: “Nostalgic about what?”

He looked at me and looked like he was hesitating. I didn’t want to put him in a difficult position. I guess I asked a hard question, because he started fidgeting with his hands. I didn’t want to pressure him into something he didn’t want to get into. So I put my hand over his and gave him a reassuring nod.

You: “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

He took a deep breath and started telling me the story of Hannah Baker. He cared about her; I could tell by the way he spoke about her. My heart fell while hearing everything that had happened to her. No person ever deserved that. I was able to tell Clay was the only person in her life that shed some light to the darkness she felt. Then he got to the part of the tapes, and clenched my fists of the idea Bryce raping any woman. And his friend Jeff dying, that I could tell was one of the hardest things for him. I encouraged him to keep going my giving his hand a squeeze. Then he looked down talking about his own tape. He didn’t even want to look at me. He was holding in so much guilt and shame; he didn’t think he did enough. I was almost tearing, but I gave his hand a little squeeze again when he was done.

You: “Why isn’t Bryce behind bars?”

Clay: “He’s got people covering his ass; he can basically get away with murder.”

You: “He essentially did, she deserves justice, both her and Jessica.”

Clay: *sighs* “I know but the story is a lot more complicated.”

You: “I see well I hope that son of a bitch does end up going to jail. I’m sorry about Hannah, and Jeff. They deserved better and seemed like really good people. Good to you.”

Clay: *looks at you* “Maybe, if Jessica finally realizes that she should go to the police about her rape. Honestly, sometimes I wish I could have been more involved. I wish I could have told Jeff to stay that night. I wish I could have seen that Hannah was slowly being destroyed by everyone around her. I could have helped her. She was crying for help and no one noticed.”

You: “By the sound of it, she had a lot to deal with it. And most people going through these types of issues would rather let their destruction hit them, like with Jess. And even if they wanted to get help, they don’t know how to approach people about it. So they hope someone might notice, and that person would approach them. And sadly, most of them times it’s not obvious. She made her choice. And in the end, you can’t save those who don’t want to be saved.”

Clay: *sighs* “I haven’t spoken about Hannah in a while.”

You: “It’s obvious you cared for her. And I think it’s really sweet that you have such great memories of her. Just never blame yourself for it. This wasn’t your fault.”

Clay: *looks at you* “Hannah was the first girl, well that I ever had strong feelings for. And I think that’s why it was so hard on me.”

I noticed a little tear coming out of the corner of his eye. I brought my hand to his cheek and wiped it off with my thumb.

You: “You loved her?”

He just nodded his head upon and looked down. I took my hand away from his face. It broke my heart to see him completely vulnerable. But he looked up, with some kind of determination in his face. He looked up at me and said something that surprised me.

Clay: “But I think it’s time for me to move on.”

I saw him take a quick glimpse at my lips and leaned in. I felt his soft lips against mine and my heart was slamming in my chest. I wasn’t expecting it after everything he had just told me. But it felt right, so right. I kissed him in back and wrapped my hands on the the back of his neck to bring him closer. Everything around me seemed to disappear. It was just me and him.

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I swallowed my nerves and went for the kiss. She put her hands on the back of my neck and drew me closer. All my nerves were replaced by adrenaline. I could feel the heat radiate from all over my body. I slipped my hands onto her waist and gave her hips a nice squeeze. I could hear a moan escape from under her breath. My heart started beating really fast. I realized that I was slowly pushing her towards the ground. I kissed her deeper, as she eventually ended up lying on the ground. She pressed her whole body against mine and that drove me crazy. Good crazy. My right hand traced the side of her body, outlining her curves. I got a panic feeling and stopped kissing her. She looked at me confused.

Clay: “I just want to make sure this is all okay with you.”

She looked at me with wonder in her eyes. She gave me light kiss on my lips and told me to get up. I got off her and we sat down again beside each other.

You: “So do I. Listen I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with stuff like this.”

I looked at her for second before I kissed her; a slow, passionate kiss. In that moment, all I wanted was her. It wasn’t the time, and I still felt a bit anxious since the last time I kissed a girl.

Clay: “Just give me time.”

You: *grins and jokingly says* “Don’t make me wait too long alright?”

I chuckled as I gave her a light kiss. My heart was still racing from our intense kiss from before. She moved closer and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her waist and smiled at her.

Clay: “In truth, I don’t actually like change, but this change seems cool.”

I saw her smile while I placed a kiss on her forehead.

That is all I’m going to write or type… you know what I mean. This story doesn’t have an ending yet, but I feel the ending to this story will be different from the last. So I guess this is goodbye, for now.

See you soon,

Clay Jensen 🎧

Redamancy [ONE]

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: CEO Yoo Kihyun x Reader

Rating: G

Genre: Romance, Drama

Status: On Going

Part: Pilot | One | ch. 2 TEASER | Two | ch. 3 TEASER | Three | ch. 4 TEASER | Four | …

Words: 2.6k+


He was so broken and afraid of Love. Never thought he would return one’s love in full anymore.

Your phone vibrated, a text showed up on your screen, a reminder of a meeting in ten minutes. A meeting where all the directors gathered and also the CEO himself– if only he chose to show up. Quickly, you grabbed your notebook and a pen and rushed to your boss’ room.

Knocking on the glass door of his office, he told you to come in.

“What is it?” He asked, spinning on his chair.

“We have a meeting upstairs.” You reminded him. He stood up right away and buttoned his suit.

“Oh, right.” He walked passed you. “Come on.”

You walked behind him until both of you arrived on the 31st floor. The last floor on this building. The floor used for the big boss himself, the CEO. The atmosphere here was really different. There weren’t cubicles or messy copy machines stations or things that was just unpleasant to see.

The room was really huge and very light. It wasn’t made from marble or gold or anything, but it’s completely glazed and the floor shined as if someone has been polishing it the whole day.

There were a receptionist at the front, as usual, and there were leathered seats, a small aquarium filled with pretty tiny fishes and some expensive looking flower arrangements placed next to the spacious reception desk.

“This way, please, Sir.” The woman behind the reception desk pointed her hand to her left, telling you and your boss where the room is.

“Uh, excuse me, but i need to go to the toilet first.” You slowed down. The woman immediately showed you the direction to the toilet and you drifted off quickly.

The toilet was a lot more something that the one on your floor. From this you could tell that this floor was really for the VIP only.

Walked out after doing the number one, you adjusted your skirt and the collar of your shirt. Looking right and left, trying to find the way the woman showed you earlier.

It was the room on the left you stood up in front of.  There was no number or anything on the wooden door and the glass were covered with blinds, so you were pretty sure it’s the room.

Slowly, you pushed the door and it’s clicked opened. The room was dimmed and it was not crowded. You stepped in to found only one man sitting at the end of a long table with a meeting situation projected to the gigantic white screen attached to the wall. You could see your boss sitting on the table on the screen and other people you know you would have the meeting together with.

The man spun his chair to face you. His look was half serious half annoyed by your sudden existence.

“Uh…” He kept silent. “I think i got the wrong room.” You turned around. “I’m sorry.” Quickly you grabbed the door handle and swung it open.


You did as he told you. It was like a spell, so strong that it made you do it un hesitantly.

“Were you intentionally making your way to me or is it just a coincidence we are meeting already for the third time.” He asked after he cleared his throat. Supporting himself with his arms on the table, he looked at your eyes strongly.

“Excuse me, but i don’t quite understand by what you meant, Sir.” You looked down. Intimidated.

“The purse incident, yesterday on the elevator and now.” He pointed out.

Ah… it’s him.

“I… didn’t intentionally do that, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“Ah…” he stood up and walked painfully slow to where you were standing. “I don’t know what type of an employee you are, but i don’t take risks.” He said. His voice sounded lazily attractive. “You know my face already.”

“Excuse me?” You looked at him, questioning his sentence you didn’t quite get.

“Do you tell gossips?” He asked as he stood right in front of you. You shook your head quickly, which sent him scanning you from head to toe.

“Indeed. You looked like one who doesn’t.” He smirked. “But still, i hate people knowing my face. Only my name is enough.” He slipped his hand inside his pocket.

“I… excuse me but i–”

“You are fired.” He said before turning around and made his way back to his chair.

“Excuse me? I didn’t do anything wrong! You can’t fire me because i bumped to you several times!” You argued.

“I hire you as my secretary from now on.” He cut you right away, which sent you even more confused.

“What… i…” you tried to process what just happened, trying to understand the whole situation.

“Move your things now. Your room is right next to this room. After you done with that, come here right away. I need to speak to you.” He spun to the wall, not looking at you when talking.

You stood there still. Still couldn’t get a grasp of any of these.

“Hello. Yes. Told Joy she’s fired. Yes. Sent her home and give her her payment in lieu right away. Clean her room, someone’s new would be there in an hour. Do it quick, i hate waiting.” He talked to someone, most probably over the phone.

“Excuse me, Sir, but i–”

“I hate people who talks too much. Go get your things now.”

As strong as a spell, you headed back to your office and gather things up. Some of the employees were asking whether or not you were fired and it’s too complicated for you to even told them the real story of what happened. So you just shrugged your shoulders and told them, “Yes, i am.” That’s so much easier.

After almost an hour packing things, you headed back to the 31st floor and stood next to the reception, you could see a short haired woman with a pair of glasses— which you are sure it’s the Joy, getting angry with someone you just talked with earlier. The one who fired you and hired you right away.

The security came from your back and grabbed her arms before scooting her away. You looked at her and she replied with a death glare and a curse.

You looked back to where the man stood. He was looking at you as well and he tilted his head swiftly, gesturing you to come closer.

Bitting your lips, you took a careful steps towards him.

“Put your things and meet me in five.” With just that, he went in to the room you both were in earlier.

It didn’t take long until you were finished putting things in your new room. The room was a lot different from the one you used before. This one had the size of your former boss’ room and even got a single seating couch and a television and stuffs that would make you stay for the whole say. This doesn’t make sense for you at first, thinking you were working only as a secretary.

Feeling fluttered of what would come next after you get inside your new boss’ room, you pushed the door the same way you did earlier, when you accidentally entered the room.

He stood there, facing the windows, looking afar at the day view of Seoul city. His hands hidden inside his pocket and his tall figure made a great silhouette that would pleased everyone’s eyes.

“The contract is on the table before you. Read it, take your time and sign it.” He said without bother to turned back. Your eyes found the stack of papers he meant and began to go through the pages. Scanning sentence by sentence and signed it right away at the very last page.

“I signed it.” You said with a shaking voice.

“Done? How quick.” He turned around and checking the contract. “You didn’t really read anything, did you?”

You didn’t answer. He flipped the papers to one specific page and showed it to you. “Bet you didn’t  read this.”

Your eyes widened at the list on the page.

  • Everything happened on the 31st floor should remained undisclosed.
  • Incoming and outgoing calls and messages from personal phone only allowed outside work hours.
  • Work hours are decided by the CEO.
  • Any talks about the CEO inside or outside of the building are strictly prohibited.
  • Willing to attend any meeting(s) the CEO appointed.

…and the list goes on.

“CEO…?” You whispered.

“You really don’t know who i am?” He asked which made you shook your head. “Our former secretaries really did a great job at keeping it secret, then.” He applaud. “Now that you work for me, you have the right to know who i am and how i work.” You raised your eyebrows a bit.

“Yoo Kihyun. The founder and CEO of YOO Holdings.” He started off confidently. Your pupils dilated when he emphasised the word CEO and founder. “You might have heard what i’m going to say to you from your colleagues, but i’ll just say it anyways,” He cleared his throat, unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down. Leaning back to his comfortable chair, his eyes were locked to yours.

“I work fast and on time. Do not dare to give me all reports past the due date. I am a perfectionist,” he straightened the pen that was laid slightly unparalleled to the book next to it. “I want my schedules to be perfectly arranged and i want things to go exactly the way i wanted it.” He added.

You nodded understanding each and every of his words.

“I hate taking shortcuts, so i don’t bribe.” He said, stretching his neck. “If you happened to meet a client that wants to pay in order to get fast track ticket from my company, cut them. Blacklist them.”  He added. “I also do not received gifts and thank you money. Declined all of them. These were the reason why my company got this big. I raised my company by myself with passion, hard work and punctuality.”

Silence. You didn’t know what to say aside from nodding to his words.

“Questions?” He finally asked, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the room. You shook your head. “Oh, by the way. You should’ve been there,” he pointed to the on-going meeting through the projector. “As my secretary, but since you are here talking with me. I forgive you this time.”

Your mouth slightly gapped. “The meetings. You might heard i never attend any of those, but they’re wrong.” He smirked. “I watched every each one of those. Here.” He tapped his table. “I just hate being in the same room with plenty of people.”  

Again, you just nodded.

“And last thing. This is not my office.” He leaned back. “Mine is at the end of the hallway.” You tried to portrayed this floor plan in your mind. “Come only when i need you to.”

“Understood.” You said, stuttered.

“Good. Now, back to your room and continue whatever works our former secretary was working on.”

You threw yourself on the bed with one hand holding the phone attached to your ear.

“I know! It’s complicated so i just told them i was fired.” You said to Elena over the phone. “Well, the truth is… I don’t know if i can say this, but,” you stopped, contemplating on saying the real thing to her. “Well they– he really did fire me, but he hired me again right away.” You could hear El shouting the word ‘he’. “Uh… I can’t tell you more than this, but i work for the CEO now.” The girl over the phone fired you with the questions immediately, started from the basic of how he looked like to the truth from every gossips about him that spreads.

“I’m sorry, El. But i don’t think i can talk about this. It’s a part of the contract that i can’t tell you about anything, but one thing is true about the rumour, he is indeed an intimidating one. He’s scary.”

After awhile you ended the phone call with Elena and switched it into a video call. Inviting Hoseok, the three of you began to randomly talking about basically anything; from work to teasing Hoseok’s that was currently at the gym, doing sets of workouts.

Inside, you really wanted to tell them about what actually happened today. About all this firing-hiring thing and you just want to blurted out how the CEO looked like, but everytime the words about to slip from your lips, the thought of the contract hit you.

With a cup of hot coffee in one hand and holding the weigh of your purse with another, you slipped into the crowded elevator. You didn’t touch any of the number, just yet. You decided to let everyone dropped off on their floors before you could actually slid your card and choose the number 31.

A slow instrumental song was played throughout the whole floor as you stepped out from the elevator. The lavender scent and a hint of neroli and a bit of jasmine hit your olfactory system gently, sending a calming feel to your nerves. It felt more like you were in a spa rather than at the office, to be honest.

You greeted the woman behind the reception desk, which later you knew her name was Areum.

Entering your own room, you left your purse at the coffee table before proceeding to work on your desk. The computer was already on stand by mode and the a/c was already on. There was also a fresh flower on a space between the window and the small rack.

The phone in your room suddenly rang, pausing you from admiring your new working room.

“Get ready. We’ll be leaving in five.” A serious tone of voice started your morning in this office. It was your boss. Yoo Kihyun. Feeling worried that you might missed his schedule, you took out the agenda and looking for the schedule for 8:30.


No meetings, no brunch appointment, nothing.

Without questioning about it even more, you grabbed your purse and headed out immediately to the elevator to found Kihyun already standing there, waiting for the elevator door to be opened.

“Morning, Sir.” You awkwardly greeted him.


The door opened and both of you stepped in.

“I’m sorry, i think i missed writing this morning’s meeting schedule.” You said, carefully.

“This isn’t on the schedule. She just called me ten minutes ago.”

You nodded and after that the whole situation became even more awkward before he finally said something.

“So you think i’m intimidating and scary, huh?” He looked at you from the reflection as he adjusted his tie.


“Didn’t you said it was all clear about the contract?  Whatever happened on our floor would remained undisclosed. Including talking about how i am.”

You kept silence. Still thinking what he meant.

“Your phone call last night with the head of Supply Department.” He answered, as if he just read your confused mind.

Your eyes opened wider and you gulped down your saliva.

How the hell did he know about that?

“If you don’t want to lose your job, you know what exactly you have to do.” He added. Marching out from the elevator once the door opened.

Still in confusion and scared, you followed him along to his Rolls Royce and drove of to the place he promised to met woman who called him earlier.

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a/n Super kamsa for the loves & supports you all gave for the pilot! I’m happy i could gladly continue this series xo

Full part will be uploaded every Sunday 2pm GMT+7.

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anonymous asked:

42 robb x reader

Robb Stark - “Stop being so cute”

“Are you enjoying yourself, my lady?” Robb leaned a little towards you and his blue eyes seemed even brighter in the flickering candle light. He had his lips curled up into a charming smile and his hand, gently and tender, rested on your leg, invisible for any prying eyes. “Did I already tell you that I have never seen you as beautiful as tonight?” He spoke softly, whispering words only meant for your ears to hear and your cheeks heated up while you avoided his glance.

When you had fallen in love with the heir of Winterfell, years ago, when your paths had accidentally crossed because of your father’s job, you had not dared to think that one day you would share his table, that one day he would introduce you to his family and the entire North as his future wife, that one day you would be kissed by those soft lips, whispering all those wonderful words melting your heart.

“I understand that those balls can be quite overwhelming.” Robb leaned back in his chair, more comfortable than you would probably ever be, and he took a sip of the wine, served in pure gold. “I remember my first ball all too well and I will admit that I was relieved that my parents had not even allowed me to stay until the very end.” The smile on his face had something boyish, something playful, something that made the future heir of Winterfell almost only human.

“I am more afraid of what all those people might think of me.” You bent your head and avoided his glance. You and Robb had had this conversation more often and every time you dared to bring up that you were afraid that you were not enough for him, Robb came up with an impressively long list with reasons why you were the best the North had to offer. “I know that you think highly of me and I know that your parents wouldn’t have allowed me to be here tonight if they had had anything against me, but all I see are women who are more important than I am, are ladies prettier than I can be and girls more deserving of your hand than I am.”

Robb kept silent for a moment and he tightened his grip on your upper leg. “I have not seen any woman more important to me than you will ever be.” He locked his glance with you and you almost drowned in those bright blue eyes. “I have not seen any lady prettier than I believe you to be.” He lifted his hand up and pressed the sweating palm to your warm cheek. “And there will never be anyone more deserving of my hand than you are.” He spoke softly, abusing the distraction the music and the food provided or simply forgetting that there were countless people staring at you. “I do have to admit that could partly be because I have not seen anyone but you, but I don’t need to see anyone to know that no one is happier than I am, right this moment, with you by my side and the promise of a shared future.”

Your heart was racing in your chest, hammering against your ribs. The tight corset of your dress made it almost impossible to take deep breaths, but right now you didn’t feel the need to breathe anyway. “I am just me and I hope that you know that I would have loved you just as much if you had not been the heir of Winterfell, if you had not thrown me a ball to announce our engagement, if you had not promised me more than I have ever wished or longed for.”

Robb cocked his head and his warm breath reached your cold nose. “If I were you I would stop being so cute.” The dancing lights in his eyes were not just the reflection of the flickering flames of the candles on the tables, on the walls. “Unless you prefer finding a more quiet spot where I can not only tell, but also show you that there will never be a woman I love as much as I love you.”

Told You I Would Remember

(gifs are not mine)

TITLE: Told You I Would Remember

PAIRING: Dean x Reader


CHARACTERS: Dean, Reader, Sam (mentioned), John (mentioned), Mary (mentioned).

WARNINGS: talk of marriage and the hunter life (if that should be a warning), fluff.

A/N: This takes place at 12x11 (Regarding Dean). As always I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is gladly welcome.


“You’re doing great, just one more time. Who are you?” I asked Dean.

“Umm… My name is Dean Winchester,” he said carefully, making sure he wasnt making a mistake “Sam is my brother, Mary Winchester is my mom, Cas is my best friend and you… you are my girlfriend.

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Smash or Pass -Calfreezy

Anonymous said to simplysdmn:Could you do a Calfreezy imagine where you’re a youtuber and secretly dating so when he does the smash or pass video your name comes up and he gets mad/protective??

A/N: Hey! I hope you like this! I had fun writing this! I changed it up a little bit but I hope you like it anyways!

Cal’s POV

“Ok but Sarah only has like 600 thousand subscribers, this is so unfair JJ.” Lux said, putting his face in his hands.

“I don’t care what he says; it’s a smash from me.” I said, laughing along with JJ.

“Well, alright then, next one!” We played alone for a couple more minutes, Lux’s response being Sarah wouldn’t approve and so forth.

“Cal you really need to at least have one smash bro, you’re ruining the game!” Jide exclaimed.

“Ok fine!” He sighed while I laughed.

“Ok so Y/N Y/L/N, smash or pass?” My mouth dropped open and I had to cover it up by pretending to yawn. I looked over at JJ who was already saying stuff like “the things I would do to her” making me clench my jaw and ball my fingers into a fist.

No one knew that Y/N was my girlfriend and I really had no idea that she was going to come up within these girls. I couldn’t really get mad at JJ because he had already put Sarah in the girls and he didn’t know that we were dating. I looked over at Cal who was already saying something about subscribers and Sarah and Jide who was rolling his eyes.

“Oh my God, Cal are you listening to him?” He laughed. I cleared my throat, getting out of my thoughts.

“Eh, yeah.”

“So Callum, smash or pass?”

“Smash.” I could feel my face heating up , which Cal had noticed. It was a habit of mine when I talked about someone close to me.

“Wait! Callum do you know something about her?” Lux questioned sitting up.

“No, what makes you think that?”

“Nothing in particular.” He looked over at JJ and laughed.

“Honestly, I’d fuck her so hard.” JJ said. I looked over at him giving him a death stare. “What? I’m being honest! You can’t tell me she’s not hot and you wouldn’t want to? I mean look at her? And I know she watched these videos so Y/N, it’s a very big smash from me!” JJ exclaimed.

“I agree with JJ, if I wasn’t with Sarah of course.” I looked over at Lux, giving him death stare.

“Look at her Cal! Did you see the pictures she posted when she went to the beach? She look bare good you know.”

“Yeah, I saw.” I gritted my teeth. “I’d rather you not talk about her like that. I actually know her personally and I wouldn’t want ruin our relationship.”

“Define relationship?” Lux leaned slightly over JJ to get a closer look at me.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because, you’re acting like she’s your girlfriend.” JJ laughed.

“Well, maybe she is.” I muttered hoping none of them heard.

“Wait, Lux did you hear that? I heard that. ‘Maybe she is’? Maybe she’s your girlfriend?” JJ hit Lux’s shoulder out of sudden outburst.

“I’ll tell you if promise to edit this out.” He nodded frantically.

Y/N and I met at a Youtubers event last summer. At first she really didn’t like me, she thought I was obnoxious and stuck up but after a while these opinions vanished and she grew to like me. To my surprise she wanted to take this friendship further and I agreed. I was whipped and I fell in love with her. Once I explained it to them, they were dumbfounded.

“Well, well, well, who ever thought Mr Callum Airey would ever fall in love?“ Lux smiled at me.

“For real though, congrats man. I heard she’s a really nice girl so don’t treat her bad and it’s finally time you’ve settled down!” JJ laughed. We then went on to continue the video.


I sat down at my desk and logged into my computer. The first thing I did was check my business emails; answering a few and forwarding some to my manager. I then proceeded to check my personal email where most of it was just promo for shops and businesses but I also had one sent from JJ.

JJ and I had been friends for a long time, I’d met him at a gaming event a couple of years ago and ever since then we’ve been good friends. Knowing how JJ is he did have his sexual remarks and jokes but I always laughed and dismissed them because he was like a brother to me.

So when I saw this email, I really didn’t know what expect. I clicked it open and saw it was a little snippet of the Smash or Pass video he’d done with the two Cal’s. Callum had already told me that he had told them that we were dating because I had come up in the video. I watched the whole video out of curiosity and mostly because I was bored but it was quite funny to see Cal contain himself when JJ started talking about me.

I clicked onto the email and felt a bit wary of the message he’d left at the top which read ‘Enjoy’. Callum started explaining how we met at how i initially felt about him but how I grew to like him and stuff. He’d told me he told them that so I was quite confused why JJ would send me this.

“Honestly, I first saw her, I was completely in shock because I watched her YouTube videos before hand and it didn’t feel real. It was like love at first sight. She was literally an angel. She was and still is matter of fact the most beautiful woman I had ever seen so when she turned me down the first time, I was like nope I’m going to keep trying.” I teared up a bit when he said this because I never knew he felt like this.

“And the other day, I was with the guys and a few of them were like lusting over her Instagram and it took every fibre of my body not to beat the shit out of them because when you see guys doing that to your girlfriend it makes you mad, vulnerable and not good enough, you know what I mean?” Lux nodded and JJ muttered he agreed.

“So, I kept silent because I didn’t want to start anything because I know she wouldn’t want me to and honestly it just wouldn’t feel right. Anyways back to the point. I’m completely and utterly in love with her but she doesn’t know because I don’t know how to tell her.” I started sobbing quietly because I didn’t know he felt like this. I finished the rest of the video and wiped my tears and decided to FaceTime him.

“Hey! What’s up?” He answered immediately.

“Hi. Just been watching some stuff. Are you free to come over today?” I asked, hoping he’d say yes.

“Yeah! Wait, have you been crying? Oh God, you have. I’m coming over right now.” I began to explain to him not worry that I wasn’t upset it was more of a happy cry but he didn’t seem to want to understand, so I laughed at him and told him I’d seen him in a bit.

I made myself somewhat decent, just by fixing my hair and putting on a a cleaner hoodie. It wasn’t even 45 minutes until I heard the apartment phone ring. I opened the gates for him and opened the front door slightly so I wouldn’t have to get up to answer the door.

I heard him frantically take off his jacket and shoes at the front door and yell for my name. I called out for him and told him I was in my room. I got up and gave him a long hug and kiss before directing him to my bed.

Once we were comfortable, we started talking about our day and what we were going to do for the rest of the day. We then fell into a comfortable silence.

“Is everything alright? Why were you crying?” He broke the silence unexpectedly but I knew he was going to ask.

“JJ sent me something and it made me quite emotional,” he had already opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. “Before you start saying you’re going to kill him because we both know you won’t it was a happy kind of emotional to keep it together Airey!” He grinned at me.

“Ok fine, so are you going to show me?” I nodded and grabbed my iPad off of my nightstand. I clicked into the email app and opened the email. I shuffled around a bit so he could see making sure we were both comfortable. Once he saw the thumbnail he gave me a weird look.

“I thought you watched the video.”

“I did but just watch.” I smiled. I played the video and all the emotion came back, tear falling out of my eyes but I wiped them away as quickly as I could but I had the biggest smile on face.

Once the video was done, I sat on his lap, facing him. “That was probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard that’s ever come out of your mouth.” I laughed softly. He looked away which made me frown.

“Cal? Whats wrong?”

“I didn’t want to say ‘I love you’, in your bedroom.” He chuckled.

I shrugged because I really didn’t care. He could’ve said while we were in the bathroom I really wouldn’t have cared.

“Cal, I don’t care. As long I’m with you, I’m happy.” He sighed.

“Well, Y/N, I do love you, so much. You really do mean so much to me. Honestly, I do understand if you’re not ready to say it but I do love you.” I smiled and just kissed him.

“I love you too.”

Best Friends

Prompt: 57 with Tom holland/Peter Parker!!! 

 57. “There is enough room for both of us." 

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by spideycentral

The heat of my florescent lamp beat down on my hand as I attempted to understand how to find the probability of getting a black card from a deck of cards. I gripped my hair, frustrated with myself.  I groaned. I wished Peter was here. He could’ve answered this in less than a minute. But no, apparently he was too busy to help his best friend from failing math.

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Happy Father’s Day (Will Roland X Reader)

WC: 2579

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of verbal and emotional abuse, alcohol

Summary: Y/N gets invited to go on the DEH Father’s Day yacht party, but doesn’t bring her dad. Will is intrigued, and it stirs up something’s Y/N really didn’t want revealed.

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: This was requested by my beautiful swan mama @polygenderselkie so I hope y’all enjoy!

“I have an announcement, people!” Michael said, and we all turned our heads toward him.

“Seeing as Sunday is Father’s Day.” As he said this most of the cast cheered. I kept silent, a sour look crossing my face.

“I have decided to spoil myself, and the rest of you lovely people, seeing as my children probably won’t.” Michael said, earning chuckles from everyone.

“What is it?” Will called from the back of the room. Michael smiled and folded his arms over his chest.

“I have booked a 3 hour yacht tour around New York Harbour. You can all bring one or two people with you. It’s going to be incredible!” Michael said, and everyone in the room cheered.

“I love you dad!” Laura shouted, and I snorted loudly.

“I second that.” Mike called, slinging an arm around Laura’s shoulders.

I shook my head and walked up to Michael, smiling brightly at him. “Thank you Michael, my ‘I kinda think of you as my’ dad.” I said and he laughed loudly, smiling widely.

“You’re very welcome, my ‘I kind of think of you as my’ daughter.” Michael said, pulling me into a brief hug. I returned the hug, letting go quickly.

Everyone slowly trickled out of the blue room, until it was just Will and I. “So, who are you gonna bring on the yacht trip, Y/L/N?” Will asked, sitting down next to me.

“I don’t know, really. I don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend to bring, and I’m not bringing my dad.” I said, and Will furrowed his eyebrows.

“Is your dad out of town, or something?” Will asked, and I took in a deep breath.

“Something like that. Anyway, am I going to get to meet the famous Bill Roland on Sunday?” I asked, desperately trying to change the topic.

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You Belong With Me

AN: This idea just came out of nowhere lmao but this imagine is inspired by Taylor Swift’s song of the same name so that might give you an idea about what this is about ;) i left the ending open for a part 2 so if you want one pls send me a message :) 

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by parkerpete

“Hey, Pete.”

I greeted my best friend, sliding into the seat next to him. The cafeteria was buzzing with the sounds of teenage chatter and utensils hitting plates. I noticed that Peter still hadn’t greeted me back. My pulse raced as I took a good look at him. His elbows were placed on top of the table. He leaned forward, hair slightly falling over his eyes and mouth opened. He was staring at something. Or someone. 

I followed his line of sight and saw that he was staring at Liz Allen. Most popular girl in Midtown High. I sighed. 

“You better close your mouth before you get drool on the table.” I said.

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anonymous asked:

Since I loved the last Derek Hale request that you did for me I was wondering if you could do another. Maybe this time with #'s 33, 37, 45, 59 and 65? Please and Thank You!

Derek Hale - “You make me feel invincible”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while you looked for your keys in your purse. You were tired after a long day at work and you needed a long and most of all warm bath.


You turned and frowned your eyebrows when you saw Derek, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“Do you have time to talk?”

You cocked your head and took a deep breath. “I don’t know…” You paused for a moment and shook your head. “I actually wanted to relax a little and curl up with a book in bed early.” You stared at him for moment. “How important is it?”

“It’s no life or death situation.” Derek shrugged his shoulders, but he didn’t turn around, didn’t walk away, didn’t tell you that he would come back another time. “Actually…” He bit his lip. “It’s not important at all, I think.”

You swallowed. You didn’t believe a word of what he said and eventually you took a deep breath. “You can lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me.” You started looking in your purse again. “Once I found my keys, you can come in.”

Derek didn’t say anything, but his lips curled up into a slight smile and for a moment he just watched how you were looking for your keys, failing hopelessly at finding them. The smile on his face brightened even more and you shook your head.

What are you looking at?” You grinned and a little proudly you held up your keys. “And don’t you dare to say that I should buy a smaller purse or should bring fewer stuff, because yes I really need all this stuff and no it doesn’t fit in a smaller purse.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” Derek shrugged his shoulders, but little lights were glimmering in his eyes.

“You were thinking it!” You turned around and opened the door of your house, gesturing with your head that Derek could come in too. “I’m sorry that it’s such a mess, but I didn’t have the time to clean this morning and I didn’t know anyone would visit and would notice.”

“It’s no problem, really.” Derek took off his jacket and followed you to the living room. A little uncomfortably he looked around and eventually he sat down in one of the comfortable chairs.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?” You sat down in the chair next to him and kicked off your shoes, absentmindedly taking your phone. “Are you staying over for dinner? I’m ordering pizza. Our usual order is only one button away.” You winked and Derek leaned back in his chair, a little more comfortable now.

“If you don’t mind. I’m starving.” He cleared his throat after that sentence and quickly you ordered so you could focus on him again. “I’m sorry,” Derek said as soon as your eyes met his. “I’m sorry that I screamed at you yesterday and I’m sorry that I said that you’re making my life hopelessly complicated.”

The smile on your face faded. You and Derek had fought more often, but for some reason those words he had said yesterday had hurt you more than any of the other fights had ever done. “It’s okay.” You eventually said. “I just found out that apparently no one can hurt me like you can.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.” Derek bent his head and he folded his hands in his lap. “It’s just…” He paused for a moment. “I tried my best not to feel anything for you.” He looked up at you again and your eyes widened. “Guess what? I failed.” He kept silent for at least a minute, maybe even longer.

Eventually you licked your lips. “You know what I feel for you, Derek. I’ve said it a thousand times, but you were the one never returning it.” You looked at him and inhaled some fresh air. “The only one keeping us from being together is you.”

“I know.” Derek nodded. “I was afraid that something would happen to you. My life isn’t a picnic. It’s not a walk in the park. Everyone I love is a possible weakness, but…” Derek reached for your hand and you let him take it. “With you it’s different.” His fingers rubbed your knuckles. “You make me feel invincible. You make me feel alive. You make me feel like I can handle whatever is coming for us.”

“If I had not known any better, I would have sworn this was a marriage proposal.” You started smiling and leaned towards him, carefully pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It will be hard to outdo this speech.”

“I’ll figure it out.” Derek smiled back at you and his nose brushed yours before he kissed you again.

“I hope you will.”


Just so you know: I was at the premiere night of the #FantasticBeasts in Moscow. But I kept silent all this time, because, well…

I’ve been following the works of Colin Farrell for a rather long while, because, let’s face it, he is a very good actor - yet somehow I’ve never attempted painting him. I kept silent because the monster in me who is always hungry for information was bombarded with tons of various content my feeds provided. The monster consumed. The monster analysed. The monster now has its headcanons and points of view, that don’t really matter.

What matters is that Colin Farrell is both a professional whom I respect, the only person whose sex video helped me overcome a few of my own psychological issues (I’m being quite serious here, you have no idea how helpful that was), and a very complex person.

The latter is mostly based off my perception of his range of movements, because boy did I have the references to study. But then I’m just a Russian insomniac who remembers people by the sound and the motion they produce, so that might just be me noticing things that might not even be there in the first place.

I’m not exactly sure why I’m writing this at 4 AM, but Moscow is covered in snow, and some Russian guys from my playlist are nervously singing about people choosing not to die young, and I’m thinking of smoking and re-reading Dostoyevsky and Philip K. Dick. That’s not some basic fan reactions, but then - I’ve never had a proper fangirling moment over anyone except Rickman and Dance, so there you go.

Oh, and one last thing…

I started the top image as a simple sketch. But now I see Rick Deckard in there, and this makes me feel hollow, because I never planned for this to happen. Howling on the moon while being sober is somehow too relevant.

What We Left Behind In The Past (11/?)

Originally posted by pretentiousdouchebubble

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Originally posted by diana-prince

Bucky Barnes x Daughter! Reader

A/n: FINALLY. I WAS ABLE TO GET THIS OUT THERE. WOOHOO! And lookie me, I included more characters bwahahaHAHAHAHAH


Genre: Angst, Family, Friendship, Mystery, Humor, Adventure, Action, Suspense


Warning: Swearing, Angst, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood mention, Choking mention, Injury, Needles,Nightmares, MORE TO BE ADDED


Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines, Captain

Waking up, my eyes were straining against the sleep. However, after waking up in the early morning for as long as I have been, I was able to get up without much of a struggle. Deciding to skip my usual morning jog, I went into the kitchen, surprised to see Sam, Tony, and Bruce up. 

“Good morning, everyone.”

They all nodded to me, and Tony suggested. 

“So, I was thinking of adding some members to the mission.” 

I quirked my eyebrow up. 

“Oh? Like who?”

“Everyone’s favorite underoos.” 

‘Was he talking about the young boy named Peter? The one he just hired?’

“Didn’t you just hire the kid?”

“What? I think we can give him a shot. The more people we have, the easier it will be to apprehend (Y/n) and Bucky.”

Steve shook his head as he glanced at Tony, Natasha and Clint walking in with awake faces, though Clint went for the coffee almost immediately. 

“First, we are not ‘apprehending’ anybody. We are just retrieving. Secondly, I don’t think it’s a good idea to have a child on the team. He’s just starting out.” 

Sam nodded a bit. Everyone else stayed quiet before Thor walked in, asking in that loud voice of his. 

“So, when do we go to retrieve Lady (Y/n)?” 

Everyone looked at me, and I sighed, looking down as I thought of a reasonable amount of time. Nodding to myself, I stood up straighter before suggesting.

“We should be leaving in fifteen minutes. Six minutes to eat breakfast, four minutes to suit up, and five minutes to get to the jet. So, eat up everyone. We have a long mission ahead of us.” 

Tony huffed before suggesting. 

“Look, if you’re not gonna bring Parker onto the mission, then I will. He may be starting out, but it’s a great opportunity to get him a first impression of what we are about.” 

“He could get seriously hurt, Tony.”


A small voice behind him spoke up, almost startling Steve.

“Mr. Rogers, it’s quite alright. Mr. Stark is right. If I’m gonna be on the team, then I’m gonna need to get a first impression so I know what to prepare myself for.” 

Steve turned and there he was. Peter Parker AKA Spiderman. Steve hated the idea with all he had, but in the back of his mind, he knew that Tony was right. Growling a bit in annoyance, Steve ordered. 

“Breakfast, Suit up, then haul ass to the jet. I’ll brief you on the way to the extraction site.”

Peter’s eyes lit up and he seemed to dance from foot to foot.

“I won’t let you down, Mr. Rogers!”

Peter left, and Tony smirked. 

“Eager to please. It’s a great quality in an employee.”

“His life is on you, Stark. Don’t take it so lightly.”

Steve snapped before walking off to suit up, grabbing a pop-tart on the way out. Tony just rolled his eyes before finishing his blueberry muffin.


My whole body was stiff as I woke up, looking around the room to see my father sitting against the wall. The female doctor was gone, and I could only hope that he hadn’t…disposed of her since her job was done. I swallowed, suddenly becoming aware of the cast around my neck and I noticed that I breathed significantly better. 

What had the doctor done? It still hurt to breathe, but I breathed better nonetheless. I grunted, startling my father into reality. He stared at me before getting up and walking over to me, asking me gently. 

“Are you alright?” 

I could only shrug before saying hoarsely. 

“I can breathe better.” 

He nodded before putting a finger to my lips. 

“She advised no talking, so try not to speak. At all. You could really screw up the wound more than it needs to be.” 

I nodded before asking, however.

“Where did she go?”

Bucky gave an irritated sigh before answering. 

“I dropped her off at the hospital. Her job was done. Now stop talking or I’ll make you.” 

He gave me a look, but I wasn’t scared of him. I could never be scared of him. Glancing away, I sighed tiredly. What were we going to do now? I gestured to my wrist, tapping to silently ask the time. 

“It’s almost sunrise. You’ve been asleep almost all night.” 

I nodded before asking. 

“Can we watch the sun rise?” 

Bucky seemed to be taken by surprise before he carefully lifted me up and walked out, climbing the ladder that climbed to the top of the roof of the shack. However, he didn’t stop there. He kept climbing onto the taller structures before we got high enough. 

He sat down, me still in his arms, and I fidgeted until I was facing the horizon. My back was to his chest, and Bucky held his arms around me hesitantly. However, he seemed to relax as the sky slowly transitioned from a dark blue to orange to yellow. I relaxed and whispered. 

“We used to do this all the time.” 

The sun slowly peeked from over the horizon, as if checking if the coast was clear, before slowly rising. Bucky asked me quietly. 

“We did?” 


I smiled, completely tranquil. In this moment, there was no danger. It was just me and my dad, watching as a new day began. A new day that I got to spend with my dad once again. I felt tears fall from my eyes, sniffling as I became emotional. How long had it been since I longed for another sunrise with my father? I remember how Peggy tried to watch the sunsets and sunrises with me, but it was never the same. 

Peggy sighed as she held my body to her side, her warm hand on my shoulder as my head rested upon her shoulder. Her hand was rubbing my arm soothingly as I watched the sunset. Her voice was quiet as she asked me. 

“What are you thinking about, my little soldier?” 


Her silence was almost immediate. Did she think that I didn’t always think about my father? 

“I wish he was here…I wish he could see how beautiful the Winter sun is when it sets.” 

In no time, the moon rose in the sky, and I was almost sickened at how red it looked. Peggy asked me quietly. 

“Would you rather Steve be here with you? I know how close you are to him, and I understand my presence is not that comforting.” 

I just sighed as I stared at the moon, whispering. 

“I am afraid to say that nothing is comforting anymore. No…not when my father seems to be associated with everything around me. In hindsight, I believe this is the only thing closest to a comfort I can have. Of course, a mothers comfort would help, but I don’t have the luxury. Just stay here with me, please?” 

Peggy tightened her hold and whispered to me. 

“I will always be here with you, my little soldier.” 

Bucky’s voice brought me back to reality. 

“Why do you insist on staying with me? Why didn’t you go with them?” 

I turned to face him as the early sun finally hit the sky. 

“You are my dad. Like I told them: It was the Winter Soldier who killed me, but it was my father who brought me back.” 

Bucky’s eyes widened at that before they softened just slightly, blinking at me like he was trying to analyze me. However, I knew that he truly was analyzing me. He had that look like he usually did; squinting at me, trying to figure out why I do what I do. His eyes crinkled before he declared. 

“You are strange.” 

“Not as strange as you are.”

I smiled at him, Bucky looking at me. A small smile lit up his lips, a ghost of the smile he used to have stretching from ear-to-ear. The light from the rising sun was beautiful on him. It made me proud to have someone like James Buchanan Barnes as my father; someone as handsome as him. Even with his long hair, I could still see the 40′s him, seeming to flicker back and forth between the then and now Bucky.

At the sound of a jet, Bucky’s face snapped into a look of alarm, and he stood up. He cursed before grabbing me bridal style, jumping from the tall structure. Running into our little abode, he let me go to grab a bag, stuffing whatever he could into it. As the sound of the jet got louder, he picked me back up and ran outside. 

Bucky ran in between the shanty buildings, effectively hiding us as he ran to the highway to hijack a car, presumably. Behind us, I could see a shining speck, a gut feeling telling me it was Steve. All of a sudden, I became emotionally tired. I was tired of running. I was tired of hiding. I was tired of not getting the happy ending I wanted. 

I wanted to give in. To hand ourselves over. However, a more alive part of me rejected the idea. I couldn’t betray my fathers trust like that. I couldn’t betray him, period. There was no way. I was with him through and through. 

I was with him till the end of the line. 

That thought made me become eager to do whatever I could to help my father until he was convinced and ready to go to the Avengers willingly to get help and remediation. I could only hope that Bucky would come around, and I could only wish that Steve would finally catch us. After all, even though my father was a fugitive and I was technically a hostage, Steve would do whatever he could to help Bucky get better. 

That’s what he and I wanted. For Bucky to get better. I bit my lip and kept my mouth shut, however, and let Bucky set me down to hijack a car. 


As the jet hovered, I jumped off onto the ground, Thor and Tony coming with me. Peter was swinging his way down, landing on the side of the wall before back-flipping off. I was slightly impressed, but I knew it wasn’t time for ogling and showing-off. Walking inside, I noted that they were gone, but their stuff was still here. 

“No sign of them, Captain.” 

Clint called into the comm. I kept silent, throwing my shield onto my back before walking to the bed, noting that it was still warm. 

“They haven’t been gone for very long. Tony, see if you can get JARVIS to run facial recognition on all the cameras until he gets a hit.” 

“Way ahead of you, old man.” 

I hummed absentmindedly as I grabbed the backpack at the end of the bed.I was quick to remember that this was the bag Bucky had that he tried hard not to lose. What made him want to hold onto this for as long, and what made him so protective of it?

Opening the bag, the first thing I saw was a computer and a book. Canned and wrapped food was stuffed on one side of the bag, along with water bottles. It was a small backpack, but still efficient. Grabbing the book, I noted there were little color-coded tabs with names on them. Names of places, of people. I was surprised to find my name in it. 

Opening it, I quickly realized that this was a journal of everything Bucky was remembering. Flipping through until I got to (Y/n)’s page, I was shocked to see her whole name written at the bottom. 

Why was Peggy’s last name combined into (Y/n)’s? My mind was confused, but I couldn’t tread on the thought as Peter announced loudly. 

“Hey! Mr. Stark got facial rec on the targets! They’re at the highway!” 

I nodded before handing the bag to Tony. 

“Take that to the jet and store it.” 

“What is it?” 

“Bucky’s journal on what he’s remembering.” 

Tony seemed to blink in surprise before doing as told. Thor grabbed onto my back, making me become confused as he grinned at me. 

“Let’s fly, Patriotic One!” 

“Wait, Thor-!” 


As we got into the car, Bucky quickly put the car in drive, swerving into traffic. However, a strange sound caught my attention. It the sound of something sticky hitting the car, like an old elastic, sticky hand toy. I screamed when a head appeared into my window, the eyes widening themselves. Bucky started to swerve back and forth, trying to get the person off the roof of the car. I looked at Bucky as he glanced at me. 

What was this man going to do?

He grabbed his gun and began to shoot the roof of the car. I gasped, holding my head protectively, hearing a high-pitched voice curse. 

“Holy Jesus!”

I looked forward and then the rear-view mirror, spotting the boy. He shot his hands out, a substance shooting at us and attaching to the back of the car. Were those…spider webs? He pulled as hard as he could, the car jerking, but continuing to drive forward. I looked forward to see Steve and Thor land in front of us, Steve looking a bit sick from the ride. 

A flashback to Coney Island hit my mind. Steve never liked riding the Cyclone ride, and he almost threw up every single time he rode it. Steve had thrown up once, but had been able to keep it in the next couple of times he had ridden the ride. Usually, however, he lost that ability to keep his stomach contents in his stomach during the ride, and emptied his stomach in a trashcan whenever he could afterwards.

Shaking my head, Bucky cursed as we became surrounded. Steve approached, commanding. 

“Bucky, step out of the car with your hands up.” 

Bucky hesitated, and I bit my lip, putting my hand on his flesh one. Bucky jolted, looking to me, and I whispered. 

“It’s ok, Dad. We’re going to be ok. I promise.” 

He widened his eyes before biting his own lip, stuttering out. 

“S-Stop talking, (Y/n).” 

I felt my mouth slightly open. That was the first time he ever used my name. I blinked before opening the car door, Bucky tightening his hold on my hand. His voice seemed frantic. 

“Where are you going?!” 

“Dad, we can’t run. We are surrounded. I know you don’t want to give yourself up, but Steve isn’t going to hurt us. He’s here to help us. I promise, Dad. I wouldn’t never lie to you.” 

Bucky looked like a kicked puppy, conflicted on what he should do. I gave him a pleading look before he sighed, Steve calling out his command once more. We both stood up and out of the car, and I smiled at Steve. Steve smiled back at me, almost relieved, before looking at Bucky. 

“Alright. Are you done running?” 

Bucky stayed quiet, glaring at Steve with wariness. I looked at them both before walking forward a bit, holding my hand out for Bucky to take. He stared at my hand, looked to me, and bit his lip. 


Bucky didn’t know what to do. Should he take her hand? Should he trust the girl he knew as his daughter? Even though (Y/n) hadn’t lied to him in the beginning, he still didn’t know whether or not to trust her. Bucky was sure they would throw him in a cell, that they would experiment on him like HYDRA did. However, (Y/n) even said that they wouldn’t hurt him. 

He had trusted her in the beginning…so he supposed he could trust her now. 

Slowly taking her hand, he walked with her to Steve and he snarled out. 

“One condition: I don’t get handcuffed.” 

Steve was about to protest, but (Y/n) spoke up.

“Steve, please.” 

Steve’s words caught in his throat, and he sighed before gesturing to the jet. 

“Alright. If you try anything, I’m having Spiderman glue your hands, got it?” 

“Who is Spiderman?”

(Y/n) asked. An excited voice answered. 

“That would be me!”

The two runaways turned to see the one designated as Spiderman waving at them almost frantically, and they both couldn’t help but think that the name fit the suit. Steve closed his eyes, giving an exasperated sigh. He was just happy that he had finally caught his Honey B and best friend. 

“Hey, what’s going on? Is there a party? I love parties!” 

A red and black figure jumped down, making everyone else jump in surprise. The man had a suit similar to Spiderman’s, but his was more weapon-holding-friendly. Steve grounded out. 

“Thanks, but we have it covered, Deadpool.” 

“Aw, that’s no fun, you Star Spangled Dickhead! I totally wanted in on the action! Who do we have-oh look at you! Mr. Winter Soldier himself! Man, I am just a big fan of you and your work. Tell me, did it hurt when you fell? Ya know, from Heaven? Cause you are just one badass hottie! Papi Chulo right here, my friends!”

Bucky was uncomfortable as the man got closer, seeming awestruck as his hands went to his face. 

“This is just way more exciting than when I had that rodeo with Francis! Quick, let’s take a selfie! Say ‘I just got captured by the Avengers!’ and smile!“

Steve groaned before face-palming. At the worst time, the man known as Deadpool AKA Wade Wilson had to show up. Steve ordered in a booming voice. 

“Everyone into the jet. Now.” 

“Oh, Oh! Can I go? Can I go?” 

“Wilson, you are not going with us.” 

“Aw, but Stevey!”



anonymous asked:

Hi could I have 8 & 37 with Isaac Lahey?

Isaac Lahey - “Go to hell”

Sweat covered your forehead and while the music blasted in your ears, you let your legs run faster and faster. You knew that it was late already, probably almost midnight, but you had not been able to sleep and just going out for a while and getting yourself tired sounded like a good idea.

“What are you doing here?” Two firm hands grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to stand still. “It’s dark. You should be in bed.”

You rolled your eyes and took one earphone out. “I could ask you the same thing, isaac.” You crossed your arms over your chest. You were out of breath and all your muscles were hurting and most of all you started to get tired. “What are you doing here and shouldn’t you be in bed?” You raised your eyebrows and Isaac scratched the back of his neck.

“I….” He almost stumbled over his own words. “I was helping Scott with something and we forgot the time and…” He looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide open.

“And?” You shook your head. “Are you expecting someone? Are you being chased by someone’s dog? Did you see a ghost?”

“No, no, I just…” Isaac kept silent for a moment. “I just need you to get home right now, okay?” His eyes met yours and for a moment you just stared at him in disbelief.

“You are telling me that I have to get home?” You chuckled. “Isaac, I’m old and wise enough to decide myself when I can be out and when not. I promise, I won’t get anywhere near the woods.”

“It’s not just the woods!” Isaac raised his voice. “You should go home! Just go home, please!”

“And why are you all of a sudden so worried about my well being?” You took a deep breath. Now you were standing still for such a long time you realized how tired you had actually gotten.

“I…I…” Isaac hesitated, opening his mouth to say something and then closing it again as if he had all of a sudden forgotten the words. “You just have to go home.”

Go to hell!” You threw your hands in the air. “You show up in the middle of the night telling me to go home and you can’t even give me one decent reason to do so?” You wanted to put your earphone back in, but Isaac grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“I’m just…” He took a deep breath. “I’m worried about you, okay?” He bent his head and stared at his feet. “I know it’s kinda hard to believe, but I’m just worried about you and I’d feel better if you were at home.”

You stared at him for a moment, your eyes wide open, your heart racing in your chest. “You’re worried about me?” You softened your voice, your eyes meeting his. “So, Scott telling me that you liked me a lot more than I thought, that was actually true?”

Isaac avoided your glance and he placed a hand in his neck. “Look, I tried my best not to feel anything for you…” He paused and licked his lips. “Guess what, I failed.” He barely dared to look up at you. “Can you please go home now?”

“Why don’t you walk me there yourself?” You curled your lips up into a smile and took your other earphone out too.

“That…that would be great.”

Psalm 32 (NKJV)
Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven,
Whose sin is covered.
Blessed is the man to whom the Lord does not impute iniquity,
And in whose spirit there is no deceit.

When I kept silent, my bones grew old
Through my groaning all the day long.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me;
My vitality was turned into the drought of summer. Selah
I acknowledged my sin to You,
And my iniquity I have not hidden.
I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,”
And You forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah

For this cause everyone who is godly shall pray to You
In a time when You may be found;
Surely in a flood of great waters
They shall not come near him.
You are my hiding place;
You shall preserve me from trouble;
You shall surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
I will guide you with My eye.
Do not be like the horse or like the mule,
Which have no understanding,
Which must be harnessed with bit and bridle,
Else they will not come near you.

Many sorrows shall be to the wicked;
But he who trusts in the Lord, mercy shall surround him.
Be glad in the Lord and rejoice, you righteous;
And shout for joy, all you upright in heart!

Kicked out

I decided to just write a quick something based on this prompt:

“We are both stuck in the dorm common room because their respective roommates needed ‘alone time’” au.

Will was unhappy. Annoyed. Irritated. Royally pissed off. Something in that category.

Why? Oh yeah, his roommate had kicked him out of their dorm room because he needed some ‘alone time’ with his girlfriend. Sometimes he wished that his roommate and his girlfriend could use another room. But noooo, it always had to be theirs.

And Will wasn’t very happy with this arrangement. Firstly, because he had a shit ton of exams coming up soon. He could have very well studied in the common room because it was empty apart from some other guy he barely knew. But he couldn’t do that either now, because he hadn’t had the opportunity to grab his books before leaving his dorm room. The only thing he had with him was a sketchbook, a pencil case, his phone, earphones, wallet and keys.

He looked down at the sketchbook he had in his lap. He wasn’t quite sure what he had drawn, but he suspected that it was a small doodle of his roommate and his girlfriend together. Based on the pose, he guessed that he had unconsciously taken inspiration from a picture his boyfriend kept at his desk. It was a nice photo too, Will would admit that. But sometimes it made him feel lonely. He didn’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend yet.

But times and times again he had reminded himself that he really didn’t have time for a relationship right now. But unfortunately, it didn’t stop him from wishing for one or wanting one.

The guy sitting on the couch opposite him looked up. “I saw you get kicked out a couple minutes ago. Why?”

Will sighed. “The usual. My roommate and his girlfriend needed some ‘alone time’. He could have just told me that they were going to fuck. Like they do about every other day. And usually I’m okay with leaving too, but today I managed to forget my books, and I can’t just walk in there and be like ‘whoops, I forgot my books. Just pretend that I’m not here. I’ll be gone in a minute’, can I?”

The guy let out a small laugh. It sounded a bit hoarse, as if he hadn’t used it in a long time. “Seems like how I have it. I’m a bit luckier than you, though. I’m only victim of getting kicked out about once a week. I’m Nico, by the way. You’re in my History class, right?”

“I’m Will,” Will said. “And yeah, and English. What are you doing here? I mean, field of studying?”

“Art,” Nico said, fumbling with a drawing pencil. He had moved and was sitting so close to Will that he could just see the gold writing on the pen saying 4B.Perfect for shading or light sketching,’ Will thought before catching himself. He wasn’t going to say to an art major something that Nico already would know. “You?”

“Pre-med. I’m taking history for the credits. And English. But I really like those subjects, especially now that we’re working with Greek and Roman Mythology. It’s fascinating.”

“It is,” Nico agreed. “It’s not the worst thing. I’m glad I’m in college right now. High school was a bitch. In several ways.”

“Oh?” Will leant forward in an interested manner. “Why is that?”

Nico didn’t quite meet his eyes. “The teachers didn’t like me. I had just moved to America. I – got bullied a lot. It made everything hard.”

“That’s horrible, Nico,” Will said honestly. “Why would anyone bully you? You’re a good person. I’ve seen how you’ve helped out others with their work.”

“Well … I wasn’t the best person in high school. I was depressed, an anxiety wreck. I had just lost my mother and sister. I smoked some point. And I didn’t really talk to anyone apart from Percy, who’s now my roommate.”

Will sensed that Nico was going to continue, so he kept silent.

“I drew a lot. My drawings got destroyed by others. My locker got damaged and written on. No one wanted to sit next to me in class. I got beat up a couple times.” Nico paused. “Why am I even telling you this? I barely know you.”

“Maybe because you needed to let it out. You haven’t really talked to anyone about it, have you?” Will suggested. He was happy that Nico had opened to him, though it wasn’t a lot. “Do you feel a bit better, like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders?”

Nico thought a moment before nodding. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

The door to Nico’s door opened and two people walked outside; a guy with dark hair and a girl with blonde curls.

“Hey, Nico? You’re free to be in our dorm room now,” The black-haired guy – had Nico called him Percy? – said. Nico turned around. “You guys done fucking now? I actually have homework to do, you know.”

Will watched Nico disappear into his dorm room and hoped that maybe they would both be kicked out from their rooms again at the same time in the future.


Requested BTS Fake Text: Liking the same girl! (Pt.11)

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“Psh…” I heard someone whispered in my ear. I shrieked and turn around and it was Yoongi. “You…” I was about to say but I was still recovering from the sudden surprise, he laughed.. He sat down in front of me and quickly grabbed the drink. “You know, you should’ve had seen your face…it was priceless”he said still laughing and hitting my arm , and then took a sip. I kept silent for a minute and grabbed my drink and took a sip. He kept eyeing me. So, I decided to break a silence. “What do you want?” I asked biting my lower lip.  “Nothing, I heard V say that you friend zoned him and I just want to make sure you’re alright.” he said looking into my eyes. “But why, though?” I asked him avoiding his gaze, something about the way he looks at me…makes me nervous somehow.  “Because you’re practically part of us now” he said. “Part of you guys?” I asked confused. “Yes… you’re practically our friend..especially mine” he said smiling. “Yours?” I said while my heart kind of crushed and at the same time raising. “Yes..” He said still smiling. “But….” I was about to ask but he cut me off. “What did you said to V.. he cried for nights alone in his room” he said. “He has never cried so much in his life” he added, making me feel guilty. “I just said that I loved his company and such, but I would prefer that we keep being friends actually best friends.” I said. ‘Oh’ he gestured and nodded his head. “He though that I had a crush on Hoseok” I said, once again feeling guilty. “Do you?” he asked while he raised his eyebrows and a sudden tone of jealousy but he quickly cleared him tone. I put my head down and kept in silence, trying to figure out what to say to him. “Y/N?” Yoongi called and that made my heart explode in happiness. every time he called my name my heart responded. “Um…I…I don’t know” I stammered. “You don’t know?” he asked to himself. “Well you better decide…the clock is ticking and someone is waiting for you to make your decision” he said serious expression with a grin and that made my heart melt. “Well..Y/N…I have to go back to the studio…Thanks for the drink” he said with a cold expression while getting up from his seat and walking away not even looking back at me.