jesus you are talented

After a season of such sweet and supportive Queens, this season reunion was such a freaking shock. So much drama and so much shade.

Main things for me:
-Nina looked beautiful, but good lord that segment made me cringe
-Charlie, stop with the excuses. You fucked up. Own it.
-Jaymes, I kept forgetting you were there
-Farrah, you are precious and need so much more love. Good for you for standing up for yourself at the end.
-Peppermint has never looked better and she was robbed of Miss Congeniality
-I adore Cynthia Lee Fontaine and I don’t care who knows it.
-Shae was out for freaking blood and I have never respected her more
-Valentina… girl. I liked you, I thought you were very talented. But Jesus, there was some high school mean girl bullshit going on behind the scenes. She definitely didn’t deserve Miss Congeniality over Peppermint or Sasha, so I agree with Trinity in renaming it the Fan Favorite award. Honestly that’s what it’s always been.

Don’t Leave Your Gifts Half-developed

Jesus’ parable of the talents illustrates that God expects us to make the most of what he gives us. We are to cultivate our gifts and abilities, keep our hearts aflame, grow our character and personality, and broaden our experiences so we will be increasingly more effective in our service.

Paul told the Philippians to “keep on growing in knowledge and understanding,” and he reminded Timothy to “kindle afresh the gift of God which is in you” (Philippians 1:9b NLT, 2 Timothy 1:6b NASB).

If you don’t exercise your muscles, they weaken and atrophy. In the same way, if you don’t utilize the abilities and skills God has given you, you will lose them. Jesus taught the parable of the talents to emphasize this truth. Referring to the servant who failed to use his one talent, the master said, “Take the bag of gold from him and give it to the one who has ten bags” (Matthew 25:28 NIV).

If you fail to use what you’ve been given, you’ll lose it. When you use what you’ve been given, God will increase it. Paul told Timothy, “Be sure to use the abilities God has given you … Put these abilities to work” (1 Timothy 4:14a, 15a LB).

Whatever gifts you have been given can be enlarged and developed through practice. For instance, no one gets the gift of teaching fully developed. But with study, feedback, and practice, a “good” teacher can become a better teacher and, with time, grow to be a master teacher.

Don’t settle for a half-developed gift. Stretch yourself and learn all you can. “Concentrate on doing your best for God, work you won’t be ashamed of” (2 Timothy 2:15a MSG). Take advantage of every training opportunity to develop your SHAPE and sharpen your serving skill.

In Heaven, we are all going to serve God forever. Right now, we can prepare for that eternal service by practicing on Earth. Like athletes preparing for the Olympics, we keep training for that big day. “They do it for a gold medal that tarnishes and fades. You’re after one that’s gold eternally” (1 Corinthians 9:25b MSG).

We’re getting ready for eternal responsibilities and rewards.

by Rick Warren.

Thank you!

I’m soooo happy to see that everyday there are more and more posts about Daryl and Jesus and my heart is going to explode because there are so many artists, the fanfics, the fanart, all you do is beautiful and I just sit here with my feels and I love this ship so much.
I want to say thanks to everyone because this ship is getting bigger and stronger because of you and your talent!

Get to know me...

1. What is you middle name? Michael
2. How old are you? 26
3. When is your birthday? It just passed. :D
4. What is your zodiac sign? Gemini
5. What is your favorite color? Gray
6. What’s your lucky number? 23
7. Do you have any pets? 3. A wolfpup and 2 english bulldogs.
8. Where are you from? Louisiana
9. How tall are you? 5′4″
10. What shoe size are you? 8.5 - 9
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 5
12. What was your last dream about? A girl that I used to date getting a tattoo that said “CHEEKY” inside of a Jesus Fish in between her cleavage.
13. What talents do you have? I’m a decent bowler.
14. Are you psychic in any way? Nope.
15. Favorite song? Right now, probably “Two Shots” by Goody Grace ft. gnash
16. Favorite movie? Paperman
17. Who would be your ideal partner? Someone who could push me to be a better person and match my love.
18. Do you want children? Yes.
19. Do you want a church wedding? No.
20. Are you religious? No.
21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes. The most recent time was because I saved my friend’s dog from being attacked by other dogs and was injured in the process.
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Speeding tickets mainly.
23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Musicians and sports athletes.
24. Baths or showers? Showers.
25. What color socks are you wearing? None.
26. Have you ever been famous? The most I’ve ever done is gotten on the news a few times and got a video on FB to 5,000 likes.
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Not really.
28. What type of music do you like? A lot. EDM, rap, and indie usually.
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No.
30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2.
31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my side. Depends on the night as to which side though.
32. How big is your house? 3 bedroom. 2 bath.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Not much if any.
34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yes.
35. Have you ever tried archery? Not real archery.
36. Favorite clean word? Vibes I guess.
37. Favorite swear word? FUCK.
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? I think it was 75 hours.
39. Do you have any scars? Lots of small ones from various things.
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? I guess. 
41. Are you a good liar? When I need to be. I don’t like lying really.
42. Are you a good judge of character? Except when it comes to women that I date.
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Not well enough to claim them.
44. Do you have a strong accent? Not to my knowledge.
45. What is your favorite accent? Australian.
46. What is your personality type? Positive.
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Probably my suit pants. I live cheap.
48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes.
49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie.
50. Left or right handed? Right.
51. Are you scared of spiders? No.
52. Favorite food? Lasagna.
53. Favorite foreign food? Sushi?
54. Are you a clean or messy person? A mixture.
55. Most used phrased? It’s all good.
56. Most used word? Fuck.
57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Very little.
58. Do you have much of an ego? Depends. I kind of have a fake it till you make it attitude. So, a lot of the time it seems like I have more of one that I actually do.
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck initially, but always bite.
60. Do you talk to yourself? Yes.
61. Do you sing to yourself? Yes.
62. Are you a good singer? No.
63. Biggest Fear? Not matching up to what I feel I can do with my life.
64. Are you a gossip? Overall no, but I can be at times.
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? I guess Paperman.
66. Do you like long or short hair? On me, short.
67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Yes.
68. Favorite school subject? It was probably sculpture.
69. Extrovert or Introvert? Extrovert.
70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No.
71. What makes you nervous? Women.
72. Are you scared of the dark? No.
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends if I think it’s necessary.
74. Are you ticklish? No overall. I learned how to get over it. But occasionally.
75. Have you ever started a rumor? Yes.
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Yes.
77. Have you ever drank underage? Hell yes.
78. Have you ever done drugs? Yes.
79. Who was your first real crush? A girl name Chelsea. Way too into her back then.
80. How many piercings do you have? None.
81. Can you roll your Rs? Yes.
82. How fast can you type? Moderately fast. I use my own method that works for me.
83. How fast can you run? I would say pretty quick, but not for long distances.
84. What color is your hair? Dark brown.
85. What color is your eyes? Hazel.
86. What are you allergic to? Pollen and pet dander.
87. Do you keep a journal? No.
88. What do your parents do? My dad works with the oil field and my mom is a store manager of an Office Depot.
89. Do you like your age? I guess.
90. What makes you angry? Usually, just stupid people. 
91. Do you like your own name? Yes. I used to not.
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Yes, but I don’t have anything I’m set on.
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I guess boy.
94. What are you strengths? Positive. Adaptable. Easy going.
95. What are your weaknesses? Passive. Insecure. 
96. How did you get your name? My parents liked it…
97. Were your ancestors royalty? Not that I know of.
98. Do you have any scars? This was already a question…
99. Color of your bedspread? Black.
100. Color of your room? Gray.

anonymous asked:

Can I just? I'm gonna. JESUS ROCKY IS SO TALENTED AND HIS VOICE. HIS VOICE!!!! YOU KNOW HE PRACTICED THAT SONG. HIS TONE!! AND HOW PROUD HE LOOKS!! I'm sorry for spamming you, I just needed to get that off my chest and you were the first person I thought of.



It leaves me in utter disbelief when people say that Little Mixs fame is built off of Perrie and Zayns relationship because WHAT? Have you even HEARD THEM? 

th1ccbuck  asked:

Hi del, umm.. I have a question... How did you get so bloody talented like jesus Christ you are beautiful, you are brilliant, I get so pumped when you post and I just wanted to say I really appreciate you and you are amazing, kisses. x

*cries in Romanian* thank you hun! :’) this hit home for me! I appreciate you as well, you’re friggin awesome!! 😭💕ily

anonymous asked:

my phone wont allow emojis??? sooo; i want to be friends with you, we don't talk but i would like to, we don't have much in common but i appreciate you, i think you're cool, i think you're talented. - smol freckle anon

Jesus h christ how old is ur phone hahaha thats v v nice of you hun!

It's Kind Of Complicated [GOT7 Series]

Originally posted by got7--af

Summary: In which you, the new girl in school unknowingly captures the hearts of most of the GOT7 boys, who are determined to make you theirs.

Word Count: 9 428 (yasss I did write an entire novel)

Type: School! AU/ Comedy/ Fluff/ Angst

Characters: GOT7, with guest appearances by other Kpop groups

A/N: I was brainstorming ideas for this series and askfgsjwidncksi I’m seriously so excited to write this! As you can tell by the amount of words this part has, I introduced a lot of those new ideas into this chapter before this series really starts. I seriously hope you baby stars enjoy this and are just as excited as I am for this series! X

P.S I’m so sorry, but this isn’t properly edited and I apologise for that and the mistakes you may encounter! :(

Happy reading! X

[Part 1], [Part 2]


It was dark and early when you woke up the next day, almost as if you had woken up in the middle of the night, or woke up at night during the next day, which you doubted without a second thought.

You sluggishly sat upwards in your toasty bed, your sleepy half closed eyes searching around your somewhat clean bedroom and turning towards the alarm clock on your beside table, surprised to see that you woke up before you were forced to.

Shrugging off your surprise, you made your way out of your bed, saying your goodbyes to the place where your dreams and peace laid and got yourself ready for yet another day at school.

Unlike any other day, you got ready in a fair amount of time while still managing to please yourself with the way you looked, even getting the opportunity to sit down in the vacant and chilly kitchen and calmly eat your breakfast. You finished up your food rather quickly, going on to preparing some plain coffee for your sleeping parents that you knew all too well needed their daily dose of caffeine for their crazy and hectic jobs. You decided then it was best to just make your way to school now before you would lazy around the house and end up falling asleep because of how boring and silent the home was at this hour.

When you arrived at your fairly new school, you were greeted by a few exhausted students ambling out their dormitory building with either cups of coffee or books in their hands and an excited Jackson, who jogged by your side as you rode on your turquoise bicycle that you received on your birthday last year from one of your closest friends that hadn’t gotten the chance to text you back ever since you moved. Or just didn’t care enough about your friendship, you were secretly hoping it wasn’t the latter.

“You’re rather energetic this morning,” You observed with a chuckle, climbing off your bicycle and taking off your helmet that matched the colour of your white wheels.

“I’m energetic every morning,” Jackson laughed, stepping forwards to push down the stray strand of your hair that shot up to the sky when you removed your helmet. You smiled as a thanks and continued to listen to Jackson as he explained, “Especially today, because the majority of the classes I have today are with one of my multiple crushes, Hoseok.”

Originally posted by got7ish

“Hosoek?” You inquired with a look of puzzlement, thinking to yourself that the name was only used for a boy, to your knowledge. “Are you…?” You didn’t even finish your question as Jackson answered directly.

“Bisexual, honey.” Jackson confidently spoke to you with a sassy click of the fingers, gazing back at you and asking, “You’re okay with that, right?”

“Of course,” You replied with an easy smile as you securely slung your backpack onto your shoulders and started to walk with Jackson towards your respected buildings, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, some of the international kids here aren’t from countries that allow same sex marriage or even look down upon it, so I was just making sure you’re open-minded enough to accept who I am.” Jackson responded, seeming to be hiding a deep frown that so desperately wanted to spread across his face and alert the whole world about how the always vibrant and happy Jackson Wang, for the first time was actually sad.

“Don’t worry, I’m open-minded enough.” You chuckled lightly as you noticed how you were approaching the Leonard building where you would having your first class of the day: Drama.

You bit down on your bottom lip, biting back a question that begged to leave the confinement of your naturally pretty plain lips. Instead, you cleared your throat and asked Jackson, “So, this Hoseok character? Tell me all about him.”

Just when you asked this question, you had the blessing of witnessing how the minor frown on Jackson’s face instantly disappear and was replaced with the brightest and fondest of smiles, his eyes glowing with glee as he looked right at you and began to animatedly explain, “Well, basically, Hoseok is like, one of my many crushes at this school. He’s probably number two or three on my crush list. There’s eleven of them FYI,”

“Who’s number one?” You curiously questioned, gripping tightly onto the strap of your backpack when noticing the person who began walking in front of both Jackson and you.

Of course, it just had to be Jaebum, the gorgeous boy with dirty pick-up lines who you had to see first thing in the morning. Despite the fact you could only see the flirtatious boy from the back, you still had to admire the creation of him. Muscular back muscles that were made to be visible and appreciated to the public in that tight black shirt he wore, slightly baggy denim blue jeans that somehow managed to make your eyes trail towards his butt that was no where near small.

You shook your head when realising your thoughts were getting too dirty at this time of the day. You turned your focus away from the devilishly good-looking boy and turned to Jackson, catching on to him saying, “…There’s no number one. I can’t chose - they’re all so perfect that it was too difficult to even place Hoseok at second place.”

“So, who are the other ten people that managed to capture Mr. Jackson Wang’s heart?” You jokingly quizzed, earning an amused smile from the boy himself before he looked away, shielding his cheeks from being seen with a flustered blush coating them.

He stopped walking for a moment, bringing you to a stop as he looked upwards at the brick ceiling that was miraculously decorated with pastel baby blue and white paints that made up a 3D painting of a cloudy blue sky.

Jesus, people are so talented here, you thought to yourself when your eyes stared up at the painted ceiling in curiosity, but mostly admiration. Admiration for the students who possessed so much talent within them that they envisioned this perfect blue sky and used the vital tools of their vivid imagination and their painting materials and created a masterpiece.

“There’s like, seven guys and four girls, so you could say I’m leaning towards being gay more than anything,” Jackson informed you, going ahead to explain to you who these people were that swept him off his feet with their so-called flawless existence.

The first of the eleven was obviously Hoseok, who caught Jackson’s eyes the second he flashed his infectious dimpled smile his way when Jackson let a humorous joke leave his lips in class without much thought. From that exact moment, when two locked eyes, Jackson knew that he liked Hoseok more than a mutual person he occasionally talked to.

Originally posted by bangthebae

Coincidentally, all his other six male crushes were best friends with Hosoek while the rest were popular girls at school that he gave a second glance as they walked past him, their vanilla or floral scent reeling him into their trap filled with cheap stuffed animals and expensive make-up.

After Hoseok was his closest friend and first crossdresser to attend their school, Park Jimin. Jackson liked him for his loving personality, but also because he - although he didn’t exactly admit to it - had a fetish for small boys with thick thighs like Jimin in skirts. After innocent skirt wearing Jimin, there was the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the supposed international playboy who basically sweet-talked all their international students in their native tongues, which is how Jackson ended up under his spell when Jungkook said he would give him a blowjob in broken Chinese after their baseball practice one afternoon. Then came Kim Taehyung, Jungkook’s rumoured to be friends with benefits partner and supernatural obsessed - mostly vampire obessed - friend of Hoseok.

After Taehyung came emo music producer Yoongi that sadly was following the career path of an accountant rather than an actual music producer because of his controlling partners. Then came voted as the most handsome and dramatic boy in school, Seokjin that had all the money in the world, thanks to his parents that ran a rich oil company in Dubai. Lastly (out of the boys), there was Namjoon, the clumsy philosopher who aced everything given to students that counted towards their grades.

  The rest of Jackson’s crushes were girls by the names of Jo Eunae, Kim Minyoung, Shin Jimin and Hirai Momo. Judging by the way Jackson talked about their glamorous features with such admiration and astonishment, there was no doubt in your mind that those girls were as beautiful as those models that walk down catwalks, this being one of the many reasons why they were all on the cheerleading squad and were ‘too cool for commoners such as Jackson’ which to you, was total bullshit, but hey, at least Jackson had other options, right? Hopefully, those options weren’t as shallow.

“I’ve gotta head to dance class,” Jackson alerted you with a soft smile, going in and giving you a short hug that caught you off guard just the tiniest bit since you haven’t hugged him before. “See ya!”

Smiling a shy smile, you bid Jackson farewell, noticing how he began to skip off to his class, happily giggling as people in the hallways barely noticed his outstanding amount of energy and enthusiasm, mostly because he was always like this. You smiled in amusement as you shook your head, thinking to yourself Jackson was just too adorable with his several crushes and cute little fantasies of possibly marrying them at his own dream wedding.

You turned around to walk to your drama class at the end of the hallway, but just as you were about to enter the auditorium, you ended up colliding with a buff chest that in dramatic terms almost broke your entire nose, the impact of your collision causing you to stumble backwards, desperately trying to find your sense of balance.

“Oh, what do you know? It’s (Y/N),” Your eyes straightaway widened when you heard his voice, your head slowly lifting upwards as your surprised pair of eyes stared into his fierce pair of bright burning brown eyes. “Still remember me, baby girl?”

Originally posted by amerthaikong

“Jaebum,” You named the boy with a nervous smile and a blush that was discreetly creeping to the surface of your cheeks, this being caused by that damned petname Jaebum had given you without your consent. “How could I forget?”

Jaebum let out a subtle cocky chuckle, crossing his muscular arms over her toned chest before asking you, “You take drama?”

“It’s the only thing I’m good at.” You joked without giving it a second thought, glad to hear yet another chuckle leave Jaebum’s lips you couldn’t help but notice were thin and a pretty pastel pink colour.

“You’re funny. I like that,” Jaebum commented lowly, the drop of his tone beginning to raise red flags in your mind as you watched him step closer to you, the space between the two of you almost non-existent if you didn’t move right then and there.

You cleared your throat, making it very clear that you were just too awkward for this kind of situation, especially since you’re new to the school and stepped backwards, nervously smiling as you mentioned to Jaebum, “Well, we better head inside. I’m sure the bell is suppose to ring soon.”

You quickly ran inside the auditorium where your drama classes were said to be held without listening to Jaebum’s reply, avoiding any more interactions with Jaebum, who simply stood at the doorway, truthfully stunned that you ran away from him the moment things got a little intense between the two of you.

As you ventured further into the auditorium with red velvet seats and the biggest stage you’d ever laid your eyes on, you turned your head to inspect where you would seat since some students who arrived earlier had already taken their seats and were using their last minutes of freedom to either listen to music or casually text someone. You were surprised to find a familiar head full of fair blond hair seated in one of the isles that was deserted for some odd reason, but smiled regardless of the oddness of it all and walked into that isle, plotting yourself down on the seat right next to the person.

He tore his undivided attention away from the intriguing book in his hands when he noticed you — or someone in his mind at the time — taking a seat right beside him and was about to question why they had chosen to sit there but was awfully surprised to be greeted by you, smiling a timid yet bright smile as you eagerly waved at him. “Good morning, Mark.”

Mark took a few seconds to reply to you since he was still attempting to recover from the electric shock that buzzed right through him when his eyes laid on you — in the classroom, that he was in. It was a lot to take in that early in the morning. “M-morning, Y/N.”

Originally posted by yugyeom

I didn’t know you took drama,“ You commented, still with that bright smile of yours as you quickly checked your phone for any texts that you had left unanswered and turned your phone off.

"Well, I do,” Mark awkwardly answered and immediately regretted even opening his mouth because of cringe-worthy his awkwardness was. “I thought — well, the school counsellor thought it would be a great way for me to break out of my shell. You know, after I asked her about what subjects I should chose this year,”

“I’m surprised,” You turned to face him. “I didn’t know you were the type to have a shell.”

Mark let out a half-hearted chuckle, the fair haired senior so use to hearing those words leave the lips of the variety of people he had come across his entire life. Mark then sighed in defeat before responding to you, “Yeah, well, people surprise you.”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond to him and question what he truly meant by what he said or simply agree with him, you heard the loud knocks of high heels nailing down on the stage as an older women, who you were assuming was your teacher, strolled onto the stage appearing very much like the drama teacher from the famous Disney movie, High School Musical.

“Hello everyone! I’m Ms. McKenzie. Welcome, welcome, welcome to my beloved auditorium, where you’ll be portraying different roles, learning about one another, but also finding out that there’s more to you than you think,” Your drama teacher introduced herself, as well as what your semester here in drama class consisted of which made both you and Mark steal a quick surprised glance at one another.

“Since I seemed to have forgotten my file with all of the semesters plans and I honestly don’t have work for you today, let’s do some improv!” Ms. Mckenzie stated with a big glorious smile that could just light up the entire stage.

She quickly jogged off the stage and came back in a flash with what looked like a class list and a magician’s black and white top hat. She took a long moment to scan the list because her poor eye-sight, retrieving a small slip of paper out of the magician’s top hat with a devious smirk as she finally announced, “Mr. Im Jaebum and Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, you’re up,”

A heavy amount of anxiety stored itself in your lungs when you heard your name being called out, your eyes growing wide at the reality of your name being said out loud by your teacher and having your name called with Jaebum sinking in deep into your ear and into your skin that was suddenly covered with goosebumps. An anxious smile broke out onto the surface of your face when your classmates turned their heads to look at you. All the eyes on you honestly made you feel even more anxious, especially the eyes of Im Jaebum.

With a antsy glance at Mark, who was ultimately your only friend amongst the numerous students in your class, you willed yourself to stand up from your seat and took hesitant steps towards the stage where Jaebum stood, casually sucking on a lollipop even though you were pretty sure that pupils weren’t allowed to eat in a classroom.

Jaebum read over the strip of paper he was handed by Ms. Mckenzie before she took a seat on one of the many empty seats in the squeaky clean auditorium. He lifted his head and solely stared deeply into your eyes, then smirked just like Ms. McKenzie did, which was starting to make you wonder what was it that made them smirk so much?

Action!” Ms. McKenzie yelled out with a clap, and that’s when all the trouble started. Just with one clap and yell.

You closely observed Jaebum clear his throat, somehow disposing of that lollipop he had when you weren’t looking and began your improv act, “So, you think flirting with some guy to make me jealous was smart?”

Your mouth begged, pleaded, whatever it could do to gap wide open to a prove how shell-shocked you were by Jaebum’s question, but then you suddenly remembered that this was improv, improv done in your drama class for the first time and you just had to make it good otherwise no one would really change their first impression of you and your horrible acting. Therefore, you smacked a cocky grin onto your face just like Jaebum often did, that cocky grin complimented with a confident lip bite and the action of you folding your arms over your chest as you answered him suggestively, “Maybe,”

“I mean, what else am I suppose to do when you’re crying to your mommy about how much more money I make than you?” You inquired with a raised eyebrow, your inquiry getting an explosive response from your classmates who hollered and cheered at your sassy comeback.

  Jaebum, despite being incredibly insulted, sent a tender smile your way, mirroring your arched eyebrow as he questioned, “Oh, so it’s like that now, huh? Bringing up the one thing that’s on your mind?”

You’re about to retaliate, say something that will get another explosive response from your classmates, but Jaebum beats you to it — in a completely different way you intended. Using the dresser that had been randomly left onstage that was placed behind you, Jaebum stormed towards you in a mad rush, your first instinct to stumble backwards and ultimately have your back hit against the dresser.

With no where to go, you stood against the dresser with a look of bewilderment on your face as Jaebum didn’t seem to stop his mad rush of fury and in conclusion, he slammed his hand against the wooden dresser doors right next to your ear, a shiver running down your spine at the loud impact and closeness of the boy with dirty pick-up lines and wrong intentions.

The air heavily filled with tension as silence lingered with the tension. Your classmates and Ms. McKenzie are on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting someone’s next move while you just stood there, your chest rising upwards more faster than a few seconds ago, your eyes locked on the intense pair of eyes of Jaebum, who had you cornered.

“Look at you, already putty in my hands,” Jaebum cockily commented and he observed your in fact real signs of alarm, “I didn’t even do anything and you’ve already forgotten about that loser you were flirting with,”

Unexpectedly, Jaebum’s other hand came up to cup your jaw, his ice cold touch raising the hairs on the back of your neck immediately as he moved your chin upwards, your lips only mere centimetres apart. “Tell me, baby girl, did you kiss him?”

Originally posted by morkeutuan

By this time, you had long forgotten all about the fact that you were suppose to be acting in front of your classmates, and had just put yourself in a world with only Jaebum and you in your current position. You swallowed a nervous lump that developed in your throat, opening your mouth to stutter out while your eyes were locked in his, “N-No,”

Good,” Jaebum stated with a satisfied smirk and before you knew what was going on, you felt Jaebum’s lips pressed against yours. At first, you were quite surprised by the kiss, mostly because of how delicate his soft lips were pressed against yours. You’d assumed that he reeked of dominance since the day you met him, he had to be rough, but no, he wasn’t — well, not at that moment. The whole world dissipated and the two of you are left where you are in a black abyss of nothingness, his lips pressed against yours in the sweetest, most addicting and gentlest way possible.

Surprisingly, you were the one who pushed his actions further, your one arm going to wrap around the side of his hip and the other cupping his lukewarm cheek as you moved your lips against his. Instantaneously, these daring actions of yours got him to copy your moves as the passion, the fireworks, the dynamite just exploded — both in your heart and around you.

As hungry as your heated kiss seemed to be, it was quick to end when Jaebum pulled away a minute later, having that damned smirk practically cemented to his face as you feel his thumb ghost over your bottom lip that’d darkened a tone and was beginning to swell from the extensive amount of kissing as he whispered to you and only you, “You kiss pretty good, baby girl,”

Without any hesitation, your cheeks felt as if they’d been on placed against the very surface of the sun’s core and you looked down at your shoes in embarrassment, your hands long gone from their shameful places on Jaebum.

Oh, good gracious! That’s the best acting I’ve seen in years,” Ms. McKenzie expressed with a ton of enthusiasm as she climbed up the stairs to the stage in a haste and speed-walked to the two of you who had spilt apart. “Oh gosh, you two have so much chemistry! Are you dating?”

No!” You denied with no time intervening, avoiding Jaebum’s eyes that gazed upon you when he noticed how fast you were to deny any relationship between the two of you — almost as if you were embarrassed or disgusted to be associated with him.

“Oh, that’s a shame. There’s so much passion that’s shared between the two of you,” Ms. McKenzie insisted with a pout that was speedily replaced with gigantic grin and accompanied by a gasp. “You two should be the lead roles in my play!”

“In your play?” You questioned, only to receive a very exited nod from your drama teacher. “No offence, but I don’t exactly think I’m lead role material.”

“Sure you are,” Ms. McKenzie confirmed as if she just waiting for you to say that. “You’re beautiful, have realistic emotions when you act, look like the precise size of the clothing made for the character, and you have incredible with Jaebum here. You’re perfect for the role!”

You can only take in what Ms. McKenzie with silence, a smile threatening to blossom onto your face, especially when Ms. McKenzie reached out to yank Jaebum’s ear, a pained yelp escaping his lips as she asked Jaebum, “You’re taking part in this play, right Mr.Im?”

Jaebum rolled his eyes in annoyance, his rude gesture earning him another agonising yank of the ear. “Yes, fine! I’ll be in the stupid play, Ms. McKenzie!”

Ms. McKenzie released his ear from her grip, cheerfully clapping her hands together as she mentioned to the two of you and the class, “Splendid! I can’t wait to began the preparations for the big night!”

The second period of the day came rushing towards you, mostly because Ms. McKenzie chose to spend the reminder of your period with her explaining to all your classmates about the new play she’s planning to show later on in the semester that was about a gorgeous-looking loser with a successful girlfriend who had gotten married before they could even graduate high school and are faced with a series of challenges that test their relationship and loyalty to one another.

Once Ms. McKenzie had gotten you onboard after your improv act with Jaebum, you had started to feel more comfortable with obtaining the leading role and began to congratulate yourself for showing so much potential to take on the job so early in the semester. However, there was still something that didn’t sit very well with you — your kiss with Jaebum.

Even though you were totally unwilling to say it out loud or in your head, you had throughly enjoyed your kiss with him and that began to worry you for the sole reason that you just didn’t trust him. He had an aura around him that screamed fuckboy at you, which you couldn’t tolerate at any point in time, and with the way he so easily tried to flirt with you, you couldn’t resist but think, am I the only one?

You were somewhat relieved to discover that your second period Home Economics teacher had a case of food poisoning, which left you, his students, with a free period. Back at your old school, when this kind of scenario took place, pupils were supposed to go to a certain class for substitution. Therefore, you were a little puzzled with what to do with your free period, especially with such an enormous campus that you could still lose yourself in.

By luck, you overheard two guys that were walking in front of you talking about where they would spend their free period. “Well, I don’t think we can leave campus.” A sandy brown haired boy who oddly wore a long black cape informed his friend, who had appealing strawberry blonde hair that you wanted to compliment, but kept that to yourself because of your reserved nature.

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  “We can fool around in the bathroom?” The strawberry blonde haired boy suggested with a naughty smirk and a wiggle of the eyebrow, his hand grabbing a handful of the black cape wearing boy’s butt, who giggled at the intimate touch while your eyes widened in shock.

“No, we got busted the last time,” The sandy brown haired guy complained with his bottom lip protruding out while he batted his long mascara covered eyelashes. “Let’s go to the library and do…stuff.”

“Aww, Taehyung, you’re freaking adorable,” The strawberry blonde cooed lovingly as he pinched the cheek of Taehyung, one of Jackson’s crush. Upon discovering that the cape wearing boy was actually the supernatural obsessed Taehyung, a gasp escaped your lips, grabbing the attention of the two boys.

To save yourself from explaining anything to them, you - in a rushed haste - pretended as if you had broken a nail and cursed, “Fuck, I broke my nail.”

The two of the boys, who you now knew one of them as Taehyung and the strawberry blonde haired boy turned their heads, brushing off your broken nail and making their way to one of the multiple libraries on campus with you silently following behind them.

Naturally, when you entered the library close to your next class, the only thing you could hear in the eerie silence was the sounds of the books pages turning or the sound of someone clearing their throat. You got a whiff of age old books and smiled to yourself. At this point in time, Taehyung and his strawberry blonde haired lover, who was presumably Jungkook, had ventured far into the large library to do what they intended to do, and you were left to do what you pleased.

The first thing that came to mind about what to do was complete scrapbooking the Polaroids you’ve taken in recent days but you were too lazy to stick in your thick brown leather book filled with memories of happiness. You found a table where only one person, a boy with dark brown hair with earphones in, was seated and took a seat at the long table that had around ten chairs around it.

Quietly, you took out your brown leather scrapbook that was covered with various stickers of bands or groups you liked, just like your computer was. You retrieved both your pencil case and photos you had recently taken with your Polaroid camera and began scrapbooking, not fully aware of how the boy you sat across from had taken his earphones out and couldn’t resist but stare at your pictures and watch you work in awe.

A few minutes later, your hand movements were brought to an abrupt halt when you swore you heard the sound of a muffled moan flow into your ears. Startled by the sound, you looked upwards with enlarged eyes, your eyes meeting with the boy who sat across you, who was just as startled as you were. The two of smiled in embarrassment while blushes of humiliation coated the surface of your heated cheeks, the sound of a muffled moan flowing into both your eardrums once again.

  “Oh my gosh,” The boy across you expressed his crystal clear embarrassment, slapping his hand against the skin of his forehead.

“I suspect it’s Taehyung and I think, Jungkook,” You alerted the boy in front of you with a sheepish smile. “I heard them talking about coming here on my way to the library.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it were them,” The dark brown haired boy laughed, zipping up his pencil case as he continued to say, “They honestly…do whatever it is they do anywhere, and I mean, anywhere.”

“That’s…brave but also kind of disturbing,” You commented with an amused snicker, slowly closing your scrap book that contained your recent photos that you hadn’t gotten to sticking in yet.

“Tell me about it,” The boy chuckled and you chuckled with him. He sent you a friendly thin lipped smile as he extended out his hand for you to shake, “I’m Youngjae.”

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“Y/N,” You introduced yourself to Youngjae with a wide smile, gently shaking his hand before the two pulled your hands away from one another.

“I haven’t seen you around, not that I know everyone at this school,” Youngjae mentioned subtly, the two of you snickering suddenly when you heard a faint but harsh, “Oh my fuck, Jungkook!” whisper from one of the shelves nearby.

  “I’m new here,” You explained to Youngjae, watching him nod his head in understanding. A contagious passed by your lips at the thought of whatever it was Jungkook and Taehyung were getting up to behind those shelves and asked Youngjae, “Are those two dating?”

“No, by my knowledge,” Youngjae answered with a shake of the head. “My best friend, Jaebum, who’s kind of popular around here, told me that they’ve just got an intense friends with benefits situation between the two of them. But it’s inevitable that one of them will fall for one another.”

Instead of agreeing with Youngjae like you would of, you were shell-shocked when you learned that Jaebum was best friends with Youngjae. The two looked like complete opposites. Jaebum had that seductive, alluring and cocky aurora around him while Youngjae…well, he was like your typical adorable boy next door kind of guy. You would of never guessed that the two knew each other, let alone were best friends like Youngjae said.

“You’re friends with Jaebum?” You received a casual nod of the head from him, confirming that he was in fact friends with the guy you just kissed exactly thirty minutes ago. Not that you were counting. “Interesting.”

“You have no idea,” Youngjae insisted with a charming smile, that smile not wavering when the two of you heard, “I’m gonna explode, Jungkook, I swear.” from the book shelves nearby.

You spent the reminder of your free period with Youngjae, making quiet conversation with one another and snickering continuously when you heard Jungkook or Taehyung whisper a curse word here and there, or imply that one of them was going to combust. In that time period, you learned about the boy next door, Youngjae who you now considered a friend, seeing as you shared so much information with one another and he even walked you to your next class, after convincing you he wouldn’t be late for his own class, which he was for the first time in his high school career.

Nevertheless, you settled into your Biology class, casually scouting the Biology laboratory with curious eyes that stopped and stared at a fairly small boy with fair blonde hair, happily chatting with strawberry blonde, Jungkook and vampire dressed, Taehyung that sat behind the boy that turned around to talk with them. Seeing that your classmates were filling into the laboratory too fast for your liking, you chose to make your way to the empty seat next to Jimin.

As you approached the desk, you started to feel anxiety invade your chest when your hawk-like ears heard the conversation between the three of them die down as you stood in front of Jimin, smiling a hesitant smile as you politely asked him, “Hi, is it okay if I sit next to you?”

“Be my guest,” Jimin flashed a heart-fluttering smile, accompanied by a unique eyesmile, and you saw why Jackson had a crush on the boy. You sheepishly sat down on the stool next to him, attempting to ignore how Taehyung and Jungkook whispered about the possibility of you following them to the library and maybe even heard what…activities took place there. “Oh my gosh, I love your skirt. Where did you get it?”

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“Oh, one of my friends gave it to me as a birthday present,” You explained to him with a frown that rapidly changed when you remembered, “She gave me another one that didn’t exactly fit me. I’m sure I still have it, I can give it to you when I find it.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go through all that trouble for me,” Jimin insisted almost instantly, placing his pastel pink sweater covered hands over his heated cheeks.

“Oh, hush,” You jokingly commanded with a playful smile and wave of the hand. “I’ll find it for you.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Jimin blushed even more fiercely, sending you an innocent and cheerful smile as he introduced himself, “I’m Park Jimin.”

You bit the inside of your cheek when you felt yourself go to say, “I know,” and simply said to him as you mirrored his smile. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The rest of your class consisted of your teacher, Ms. Roberts, explaining that you were to treat her classroom like your own home and clean up after your series of experiments, as well as inform your classmates about the variety of experiments you were going to evacuate, which included dissecting a cow’s kidney.

  Like your other classes, the last ten minutes of the period were granted as a time where you could get up to whatever you desired, as long as she didn’t have to reprimand anyone for out-of-conduct behaviour. You were included into a chat with three of Jackson’s crushes right away, and boy, you hadn’t enjoyed people’s companies so much than you did in those ten minutes.

It was fascinating for you to talk with each of them, getting a feel of what they were like and learning why Jackson liked them. Interesting enough, you learned that you used the same make-up products and shopped at the same stores as Jimin, who was also a sucker for anyone who complimented his pretty appearance, that Jungkook was fluent enough in twenty worldwide languages to hold a proper conversation with a native speaker and that he was fairly insecure about his newly dyed hair, and that Taehyung loved reading with a passion and was highly obsessed with the Twilight series and other supernatural novels.

  Right after your next period, you dashed down the flight of stairs to the cafeteria, speedily selecting your lunch that day and sitting at a random table until Jackson arrived. As Jackson walked through the doors leading to the buzzing cafeteria, you eagerly waved him over, possibly straining a muscle in the process. After telling him you already got him lunch, you began to inform him on the events of your exciting morning, leaving out your kiss with Jaebum for the sake of his sanity.

“Well, I’ve certainly got a lot of shopping to do this weekend,” Jackson implied as he took a bite of his chocolate brownie. “Online and offline,” He mumbled with a mouthful of double chocolate brownie.

“What about Jungkook? He didn’t say anything about wanting anything.” You reminded your best friend as you reached for a shiny, clean apple on your tray and took a bite of it, savouring the sweet and fresh taste of the fruit.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Jackson replied with a smirk that told you he was definitely up to something. You watched Jackson turn his head, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip and you turned your head to look wherever he looked.

Jungkook was leaving the long lunch line with a sheepish smile, thanking the grouchy lunch lady with a respectful bow, seeming to walk past your table to get to his lunch table with six of Jackson’s other crushes. Jackson stopped his swift feet movements with a gentle call of his name, the strawberry blonde boy stopping in his tracks and facing Jackson with alert eyes and the twitch of a nose, resembling a bunny in your opinion.

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“Your new hair colour looks incredible,” Jackson complimented the visibly blushing boy, Jungkook’s eyes slightly widening in utter shock. You then heard Jackson say something in Chinese to the flustered boy, the boy being shaken to his very core, so much so that he dropped his lunch tray.

The majority of students in the cafeteria looked at your table, confused to see that Jungkook appeared as if he accidentally peed his pants in front of Jackson and you.

T-thank you, Jackson. I-I really appreciate it,” Jungkook stuttered with a heave and look of pure disbelief smacked across his face. He mumbled something you identified as Chinese and a handful of other languages.

He wandered off, leaving his deserted lunch and sitting at his table of curious friends, stuttering out again and again, “He complimented my hair,” whilst running his fingers through his messy strands of dyed hair.

“You were saying?” Jackson sarcastically questioned with a sassy expression, leaving you speechless, for two reasons. One being his remarkable talent of charming Jungkook with one compliment, and the other being Jaebum and you made eye-contact.

Your body went frozen the second your eyes met, your heart racing indefinitely as your whole world faded away, just like when you two shared your famous kiss in Drama class. To remind you of what took place in that class and to remind you that you had kissed those very lips that weren’t swollen anymore from the amount of kissing you did, he obnoxiously blew a kiss directly at you with a devilish wink that went unnoticed by Youngjae, who sat with the boy while chowing on his bowl of ramen noodles and intently watching something on his phone.

However, his actions didn’t go unnoticed by Jackson that in the blink of an eye faced you and asked, “What was that about?”

Lying was something you couldn’t do, or weren’t capable of. You closed your eyes, letting out a dragged out heave before you admitted to him, “We — we, umm, we kissed in drama class.”

You what?!” Jackson screeched in terror, his terror opening your eyes so wide that they might pop out. He stared at you with his mouth gaping open for a long moment, glancing at Jaebum, who laughed as he received a shove on the shoulder from Youngjae and joyfully ate his french fries. “Your lips and his lips — who initiated the kiss?”

You took a deep breath, for the sake of your aching lungs that burned ferociously from the lake of breathing you did that moment. “I-I did.”

  Out of nowhere, he shot out of his chair, the chair ends clawing against the dusty floor as he marched over to Jaebum’s table. You were paralysed with fear, fear of what he may do, which kept you glued to your chair instead of trying to convince Jackson to not do anything. Surprisingly, you witnessed Jackson whip out a paper from his back pocket and slam it against the table.

Despite being surprised by Jackson’s presence, he reached for the paper Jackson slammed against the new table and opened it, his jaw dropping momentarily before he angrily yelled out, “You’re suing me?!”

You bet your flat ass I am,” Jackson confirmed with a confident nod of the head. “You injured me yesterday, and I told you I would sue you, so don’t act surprised. If you wanna act, go to Leonard’s House.” Jackson repeated Jaebum’s harsh words.

“Why are you doing this?” Jaebum asked as he folded his buff arms over his chest.

Because I fucking hate you!” Jackson spat viciously. “Even more so now that you got your fuckboy germs all over my best friend, Y/N.”

Jaebum then chuckled, chuckled so much that Jackson wanted to strangle the life out of him. “You’re jealous.”

“I’m gay as fuck, so think again, Jaebutt,” Jackson stated, letting out a scoff before standing straight and leaving him with the words, “You will never come near her ever again.”

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Your day carried on without anymore dramatic events, only if you count your English teacher cursing to himself when Namjoon corrected him for about the thousandth time during that lesson. That was until the bell rang for the end of the day and most of the student body rushed off to their extra curricular activities while you were on your way towards the place where left your bicycle.

You heard an almost non-existent roar of a car engine at first, but as you were growing closer and closer to your bicycle that was in view, you heard that roar much more clearly and eventually had a bright yellow Ferrari parked right next to you. You could recognise that car by now, especially when Jackson claimed it ran him over.

  “Hey, baby girl,” You heard him greet you, his casual greeting having much more of an effect on you as a shiver travelled down your spine. “Need a ride?”

You turned your body to face him, gulping nervously when he dared to run his fingers through his hair the second your eyes laid on him. You plastered a smile to your face, masking your nerves in your stomach and anxiety in your chest. “No thanks, Jaebum. I’ve got my trusty bicycle.”

“Come on, baby girl,” Your grip tightened on your backpack strap. “I’ll take you to out to eat, take you home and even give you a ride tomorrow morning. Please, baby girl?”

You wanted to scream at him, shout at him to stop calling you that, but when you were remembered by the memory of his lips against yours and how you had never felt your heart beat that hard or how you never felt so weightless, it was hard to say you didn’t like the name.

“You really want me to get in that car with you,” You observed as you crossed your arms over your chest. “How do I know that I’m safe? That you’re not some axe murderer or something.”

“I don’t kill people I kiss,” He swiftly responded and you felt light-headed. “Hop in the car, baby girl.” You stood there for no longer than five seconds before you made your way over to the passenger’s seat, watching in awe as the car opened itself. Jaebum chuckled at your awe struck self that climbed into his expensive vehicle, the two of you leaving the large campus grounds in a flash and venturing off to a place to eat.

He took you to McDonalds, like a true gentleman (note the sarcasm), however, he made a minor change in his plans and instead of taking you back home like he said he would, he was taking you to his place. You protested at once, but when you felt his hand place itself on your thigh, you shut up abruptly. You arrived at his home in no time, your eyes enlarging to the size of Earth itself as your eyes landed on the extravagant mansion in the distance.

“Is this your house?” You asked in total disbelief, your jaw hanging beyond low as your eyebrows knitted together.

“Of course it is,” Jaebum laughed almost as if he couldn’t believe you’d ask him that. “Where else would a guy with a yellow Ferrari live?”

You ignored his comment as your eyes remained stuck on the mansion that grew larger and larger the more the car approached it. You watched as he drove past the security guard at the enormous black electric gate that guarded the entire mansion, the kind security guard waving at you as you zoomed past him. Jaebum opened up the door to the garage, the door slowing open and revealing the excessive collection of luxury cars ranging from a shinny chrome Karma Fisker to a jet black Buggati.

  “How many of these cars do you own?” You quizzed as you turned to look at the immensely rich boy next to you as he parked his car into the garage.

“Including the one we’re in now, three.” He informed you with a shrug and you can’t even begin to fathom how wealthy he was to think of owning three luxury cars as nothing.

I don’t even own a car!” You exaggerate with your dramatic nature, climbing out of the car as soon as you saw Jaebum do so.

“I can get you one if you want, my parents know people.” Jaebum offered to you with a devilish smirk, his offer not only making it even harder to understand how rich he was, but also that he could just hand out cars to people as nonchalantly as he did.

You followed behind him like a sheep as the automatic garage door shut itself and you were greeting with an awfully deafening eerie silence as you stepped into the mansion itself. As expected, you took your sweet time marvelling at the extraordinary work the mansion took to appear so elegant like, so sophisticated, so expensive. Especially that real gold chandelier that the entrance of the home, that probably cost more than you would ever make your life. Something was definitely up.

Besides how expensive-looking the house seemed, you also noticed how quiet the house was. Only the footsteps of Jaebum and the sounds of the package your McDonalds came in were heard, other than that — you didn’t hear anything. Maybe his parents aren’t home at this hour? You hoped this was the case, and not that Jaebum basically lived here all by himself because his parents cared more for their work than their own son.

“Come and eat, Y/N.”

After losing yourself in them mansion for a whole ten minutes, you found Jaebum seated on the clean beige carpeted floor of his living room, chewing carelessly as the monster-sized burger he purchased. You stared at Jaebum for a moment, wondering how in the world he fitted into this lifestyle. The mansion looked and possibly was a fit for a King and queen, yet Jaebum sat on the floor dressed in normal clothing and taking large bits of his McDonald’s burger. You would definitely ask him about this.

You grabbed your portion of the fast-food Jaebum bought, chewing rather slowly on your burger as you tried to make sense of your current circumstances. Jaebum was finished with his food before you even went to take yours, which left him to do whatever he pleased — staring at you.

I don’t get it,” You finally states with a mouthful of your succulent burger. You chewed for a second, clearing your throat as you went on to say, “This mansion, the cars, the expensive accessories you wear, you…”

Jaebum chuckled at the confused expression on your face, fishing around the package your food came in and carefully taking the strawberry flavoured McFlurry out and holding it close to him as he explained, “My grandparents were if I’m not mistaken, King and Queen of this relatively small island somewhere in Europe and when my grandpa died, my mother inherited all the money she owned — which was a lot as you can tell,”

“That’s why this place looks like a castle. After my grandpa died, my grandma refused to run the island and found herself in this city, bringing up my young mother all by herself. As my mother got older, she-she umm, made a name for herself, I guess? She began acting and basically become the face of that drama, "Tomorrow.” and many others,“

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You gasped immediately upon hearing this information, choking momentarily when you might of breathed in a vegetable in your burger but quickly choked a few times and asked with a hoarse voice, "Your mom is Im Jihyun?”

Jaebum simply nodded his head and you let out a sigh of shock. “I know it sounds weird, but I live for the dramas she’s in. Which are lot, no wonder you live in this place,”

Jaebum chuckled at what you say, and you when you see this radiating smile as he chuckled and hear how contagious his chuckle is, you laugh with him.

“What about your dad? What does he do?” You asked as you started consuming on the rest of your burger.

  “You won’t believe it,” Jaebum admitted with an uneasy smile.

  “Try me,” You laughed and you regret doing so when you hear what Jaebum has to say.

“He sort of, kind of, runs entertainment companies,” Jaebum sheepishly confessed to you, who sits frozen with your eyes widened for a spilt second before you’re choking on your burger again.

  “Entertainment companies?” You coughed. “Which-which ones?”

“He doesn’t exactly run them, but he’s the person directly below the person who owns and runs the company,” Jaebum attempted to explain, but his explanation fell on deaf ears.

  “What companies?!” You inquired yet again, louder this time around.

Jaebum looked reluctant to say anything at first, but with the way you stared him down, he just had to speak. “SM…and Starship.”

Jaebum cringed when an ear-piercing scream escaped your mouth as you threw your burger back in its container and stood up to excitedly jump around while the occasional squeal left your lips. Jaebum used his fingers to block out the demon-like screeches, looking up at you with an minute amused smile on his face.

You calmed down after sometime, composing yourself as you sat back down on the floor with Jaebum and calmly asked him, “So, have you like, met any Kpop stars?”

Jaebum laughed. “Yes. It can get lonely here without my parents or the maids here, so I randomly show up at any of those buildings and do whatever I can to entertain myself.”

“Next time, can I come along?” You quizzed and Jaebum laughed at you, thinking it was joke when in fact, it was anything but that. He caught a glimpse of your serious expression on your face and stopped laughing, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Sure,” Jaebum casually replied. “Just as long as you keep your cool.”

“Are you kidding me? I can so keep my cool.” You responded too confidently, forgetting about your major freak out session just minutes ago.

“Yeah, right,” Jaebum sarcastically remarked and you scowled at the boy. He let out a tired sigh, scooping up one spoonful of his melting McFlurry and enjoying the sweet dessert before saying, “So, do you wanna Netflix and chill?”

If anything was in your mouth in that moment when Jaebum said that, you were more than convinced you would have choked on it. Especially since you somehow managed to even choke on the air that flowed into your mouth and struggled to find its way to your shrinking pair of lungs. Jaebum made a look of confusion at your startled figure, asking you, “What’s wrong?”

Then it dawned on you. This guy — a guy who heavily reeked of a typical fuckboy, a guy with incredibly wealthy parents both in the entertainment industry, a guy with all the money in the world, a guy with dirty pick-up lines didn’t know the true meaning of Netflix and chill.

You tried to suppress the amused laugh from escaping the confinement of your lips. However, when your eyes glanced in Jaebum’s direction, the loud laughter that sounded like a dying donkey to you was unleashed.

  “What?” Jaebum questioned in utter confusion as he watched you take in countless gasps of air that you lost when you laughed as madly as you did a few seconds ago.

A snicker left your lips as you explained the term to the seemingly innocent boy. “Netflix and chill is an expression for sex, Jaebum.”

“Fuck,” Jaebum expressed how flabbergasted he was when learning the true meaning of the expression. He turned his head to look away from you, almost as if he was embarrassed about what he said which you didn’t necessarily possible with Jaebum. “I didn’t know! I thought it honestly meant watching Netflix and chilling. I would never…”

“You would never?” You teased with an arched eyebrow and devious smile.

“I would never suggest that, even more so to someone I’ve just met,” Jaebum replied to you with a look of total sincerity painted across his handsome features. “I know we kissed in Drama, but that’s as far as I’m going. I don’t intend on just, you know, fucking someone I don’t even know.”

  It took a long three minutes for you to get your head wrapped around what Jaebum told you. He was so gorgeous, so cocky, so flirtatious, yet didn’t intend on having a Netflix and chill session with the first pretty face he saw. He actually wasn’t out to capture girl’s hearts, use them for his own pleasure and drop them as if they were scolding hot. He was…he was a pretty decent guy.

And that’s the moment when you started second-guessing yourself on the type of person Jaebum truly was.

Later onwards, when the bright sun selflessly died in order for its one true love, the moon to rise and to shine upon the earth in the act of pure love and infatuation, Jaebum dropped you off at your home as promised. For the first time since you had met Jaebum, your mind didn’t protest to his actions as he hesitantly went in for a hug as he walked you to your door.

You smiled warmly, wrapping your arms tightly around the boy who was surprised by your forward actions once again that day. You released from the close embrace after you noticed his grip tighten, waving at the popular boy as you entered your house and closed the door behind you.

  For the first time that evening, you were alone with your thoughts, and let out an exhausted sigh with your back against the door. Just like it was when you and Jaebum—

Before you can think of that event in particular, you remembered something else that had taken place that day and jogged your way up the stairs and briskly walked to your bedroom, groaning loudly when hearing the thump of the song, “Panda,” by Desiigner playing in Bambam’s room, like it did every single day.

Turn that racket off!” You yelled as you throw a closed fit at his door to grab his attention before you made it into your bedroom at the end of the hallway.

You straightaway dropped your bag at the door and went directly the box in your room you hadn’t unpacked that was named, 'Skirts’. You rummaged throughly through the various types of skirts: short, denim, long, silk - up until you pulled out one with a victorious smile.

“I found you.”


XOXO Admin Tina :)x

Just The Way You Are

Trigger warning: weight insecurities

Paring: Dan and y/n

Genre: fluff

Request here

I know this is really short and not even a ¼ of the amount of stuff i should be giving you but I will be posting more often. Btw im going on a two week holiday in a week in florida so might be sow posting from the 27th to the 11th. 

You sat next to Dan, trying not to comment on how hot he must have been with a black top and hoodie with matching skinny jeans. He sat up on the sun-bed so only his but was touching it and crossed him arms over himself. You were wearing cute shorts and a flowy white top. Phil had decided that you and a couple friends from uni should al go on holiday to L.A so that’s exactly where you are. You didn’t even know half the things to pack and neither did Dan it seems.

“Dan how are you not baking?” You could see his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he hugged himself tightly keeping his frown. You shuffled closer running a hand through his hair and face affectionately. “Bear What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You followed his gaze to the group of young guys across the pool. They were showing off how buff they were, flexing their muscles frequently to the girls. You looked to see him looking at his toes and picking at his fingers.

“One day your gonna realize how unfit I am and leave me for someone like them.” Your eyes knitted together is both confusion and offence.

“No no no.” You ripped onto his neck, looking his straight in the eyes. You were so close that your noses were nearly touching. “God, I love you so much.” You pecked him quickly before carrying on. “You really funny, and adorable, you can be really dorky sometimes and a bit of a twat. But you cute, lovable, smart and talented. Jesus, you are hot as fuck!” You said lightening the mood. “Daniel James Howell, I love you so god damn much and I like you just the way you are.”

anonymous asked:

sorry i know you're probably getting loads of prompts (i read and love every single one though omg you're amazing) and you can obviously choose to ignore this one, but i thought of one where Beca has a fight with her dad and says something to her about never being good enough to get to LA to be a music producer, and after she tries to get into the Bella house unnoticed but Chloe is still up watching TV and comforts Beca about it - could lead to something a bit more intense but it's up to you! XX

Beca was small - no one, not even she, would bother to deny that. And inside that tiny body was a constant threat of combustion, like the anger of a giant was compressed to fight into only a little more than five feet. Beca grew when she was angry, crashing and slamming and slapping so that the world crumbled to her feet. The Bellas were familiar with this storm. Jesse, too, had witnessed it. It was nothing new. 

What was new, though, was this Beca - the one that was silent, seething but deflated, like there was little air left in her but what was left was white hot. She slipped through the front door quietly, not floating but sliding well enough to hardly make a sound aside from the flutter of a few sniffles that managed to echo over the walls. 


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literatiboy  asked:

OOOOMG I LOVE YOUR MAGICAL GIRLS! And your jellyfish one, JESUS CHRIST IM IN LOVE! You are so talented and I hope you have a great 2015. So I was woooondering, could you maybe draw a shark magical girl? Maybe some other sea creature magical girls? Some who are lesbian for eachother maybe? If not thats totes cool, I understand! I LOVE YOU! ~

jaws-chan, she’s got pointy teeth