more than just a friend

Mistaken Love. [Jin] pt.2 end

[pt.1] [pt.2end]

I turned up at his apartment and knocked, letting out a big breath of air as he opened the door to greet me. His usual handsome face seemed dull, the glimmer in his eyes disappeared. He looked sad, to the point where it’s pitiful. I didn’t like seeing him this way, not because I’m jealous of the fact that he’s dwelling on that woman, but because his regular go lucky character was hidden.

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Ong Seongwu | Comedian

Originally posted by parkswoojin

prompt: request - you’re a theatre major cursed with ong as a classmate - safe to say that you don’t like him and his annoying desire to be funny all the time. as fate would have it, you get paired with him for a project and discover that he’s more than just a comedian.  

note: this one is dedicated to my good friend @mingmingexpress who requested it and is complete ong trash - finally, i’ve somewhat fulfilled your thirst

  • you were just living your best life as a theatre major - you were determined to get your degree with as few obstacles as possible
  • overall, you really liked what you did, your classmates, and the classes you took since you felt like they really helped hone your acting abilities
  • this all changed when your junior year of college came around
  • you walked into one of your theatre major requirements to see a bunch of classmates surrounding a guy sitting on a desk
  • he was just doing silly gestures, tucking his ears in, and making cringey faces but the crowd loved him
  • a few seconds later, you found out his name was ong seongwu when a girl screeched it and pretended to be annoyed at how corny his joke was even though she was giggling…but that was none of your business *sips tea*
  • you already didn’t like the guy and this feeling would only intensify
  • almost every class, you would have to make yourself refocus on the lecture because you’d get distracted by a funny story of his (he didn’t know how to whisper) or the loud laughter that followed after his jokes
  • tbqh, you just thought he was an idiot who only knew how to fool around
  • one day, ong was making his usual jokes during class 
  • and while you would usually be annoyed and not say anything, you had a particularly rough morning 
  • this was thanks to your guitar major neighbor who was practicing his midterm piece all night long (cough we know who this is cough)
  • therefore, you were already pissed at your lack of sleep and ong wasn’t making it any better
  • so you went up to his desk and said his name harshly, making him look up curiously, a smile still on his face at the thought of being able to make you laugh 
  • “can you please shut the hell up? you aren’t even funny! some of us actually take our major seriously!” 
  • his smile wiped off right away and he nodded weakly 
  • you saw that a few of the girls around him were about to give you some attitude but you couldn’t care less
  • you just huffed and walked back to your seat, ignoring the whispers
  • but you also didn’t see the change in his mood
  • later on that day, daniel the dance major approached you in the hallways 
  • you had seen him around a couple times and he was in your basics of performing arts class a semester ago but you weren’t close
  • which was why you were surprised that he looked so conflicted while walking up to you
  • “hey, I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but could you be a little nicer to seongwu?”
  • “excuse me?”
  • “i heard what happened in your class”
  • “what, is he snitching on me now?”
  • “what? no, i just noticed that he’s in a really down mood and i found out why from one of our friends”
  • “is he gonna send his fangirls to tell me off or something?”
  • “listen, i know that he comes off as arrogant and obnoxious sometimes, but i promise that’s not how he really is. you’d see that he’s a great guy if you just gave him a chance”
  • “i’ll have to see that for myself”
  • you walked off, knowing you would never actually try to find out for yourself
  • annnnnd you wouldn’t ever have to because the universe did it for you
  • for your next class, your professor put you into pairs for the final project to give you enough time to prepare with your partner
  • as fate would have it, ong’s name was called right after yours
  • you sat stiffly in your seat as the class grew quiet, remembering what had happened last time
  • ong decided to be the bigger person and walked to you with a small smile
  • “hey there partner”
  • “…”
  • he sighed and tried again,
  • “can i have your number or email so we can stay in contact to write the script for our final project?”
  • you still refused to speak, watching him with a wary expression
  • “i know you aren’t my biggest fan, but this project counts for 45% of our grade and i’m sure you care about your grade”
  • “are you going to make me do all the work?”
  • he was speechless, shaking his head and looking offended
  • “do you really think i don’t try?”
  • you just shrugged, “i just don’t really know how you got this far in the first place”
  • ong’s eyebrows furrowed; he closed his eyes and when they opened back up, they contained a certain spark
  • he turned to look at you like you hadn’t just attacked everything he’s worked for
  • “okay, i’ll prove it to you. just work with me like you’d work with anyone else and you’ll see that i do care about my major”
  • tbh you were impressed with how he was taking your insults and pessimism, but you wouldn’t let him know it
  • “mhmm, we’ll see”
  • “and i’ll even get to hear that cute little laugh eventually because i’ll do my best to hit your sense of humor!”
  • you couldn’t help but blush, coughing to hide your sudden nervousness at his words
  • he insisted on meeting with you at least four times a week to write out a script that would hit both your acting strengths
  • but there was a lot of conflict in the first few meetings
  • he wanted to take a comedic route and suggested that you guys act out a cute little skit
  • you, on the other hand, wanted to go full on angst
  • knowing the two of you weren’t getting anywhere and that you still weren’t really comfortable with him, seongwu suggested that you compromise
  • “okay, i know this will sound kind of cliche, but let’s do an angsty love story that won’t involve one of us killing ourselves”
  • you didn’t miss the look he gave you - shade was being thrown
  • but you agreed nevertheless, especially when he commented on your strength in acting like you had to hide your emotions
  • “could it be because that’s what you’re like in real life?”
  • damn, he got you there
  • anyway, once the two of you finally agreed on a premise, writing the script alongside ong surprisingly felt natural
  • he always took your ideas into consideration and whenever he had suggestions, they were actually great and made a lot of sense
  • you didn’t want to admit it but you were really starting to respect his work and even admire his personality a bit
  • it didn’t help that you got to see how attractive he was more and more with every rehearsal
  • your performance’s plot revolved around your character asking ong’s to break up because you’ve been hanging around the wrong crowd and you believed ong deserved better
  • but ong’s character refused to let you go and the way he pulled off the role really made you feel like the two of you were actually in a relationship
  • all of his facial expressions were so genuine: the furrowing of his eyebrows, the shine in his eyes that revealed he was about to cry at the thought of losing you, the locked jaw that showed conflict in case he was preventing you from doing what you wanted
  • the lines he wrote for his part also stuck with you, as they made you feel like he would follow you to the ends of the earth
  • by the second to last rehearsal, you knew you had fallen, but you didn’t want to risk messing up the performance in the case of you confessing to him and getting rejected
  • for your last rehearsal, you became a little quieter, the reality of not having one on one time with ong after this finally hitting you
  • he noticed and tried to comfort you, joking around as always
  • and finally, you laughed
  • he was honestly so surprised that he forgot to unfold his other ear, simply staring at you in awe because of how cute your laugh is and trying not to blush
  • you really wanted to confess then and there, but again, you wouldn’t risk your final performance, so your last rehearsal ended professionally
  • on the day of your final project’s performance, you saw ong briefly before class began and decided to thank him for a great partnership
  • “no matter what our grade is…thank you for being a good partner. you’ve proved me wrong once and for all”
  • he didn’t have a chance to reply because class began and the first duo went up
  • you guys went last and he gave you a comforting smile before closing his eyes and getting into his role, allowing you to do the same
  • “i don’t think we should be together anymore. you know the reputation of my new friend group and you know what i’m becoming. you shouldn’t be seen around me anymore. it’ll ruin your chances at a good life and you deserve better than a burden”
  • he breathed in sharply, as if your words physically hurt him, and stared at you with intense, emotional eyes
  • “you think you’re a burden? after all the happiness you’ve brought to my life, you think you’re going to ruin me? you made me. all of the motivation that led me to my opportunities, all of that stemmed from you. you are nothing but good for me and i…i wouldn’t be anything without you in my life”
  • you fulfilled your role’s duties, remaining silent while staring at him with teary eyes
  • a final hug was supposed to be the end of your performance, but you were surprised to see ong improvising
  • he grabbed your hand softly, as if afraid that you’d run away if his grip was any tighter, and pulled you to him gently
  • he wrapped a hand behind your head and brought you in for a hug - your arms came naturally around him
  • “i will always love you, even if you feel like you aren’t deserving of it. you will always have my heart”
  • a few tears slipped out at the sheer intensity of his words and you stayed quiet, only realizing that you were performing when you heard the loud applause of your professor and classmates
  • the two of you pulled away and you noticed ong wiping a few tears of his own, but before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you down for a bow as the class gave you a standing ovation
  • “thank you, thank you!”
  • he quickly regained his positive mood, smiling at the adoring faces of your classmates
  • his beautiful smile then made you know what you had to do
  • after the class started piling out, you shyly grabbed onto ong’s sleeve to pull him away from a few friends
  • “can you stay for a bit?”
  • he raised an eyebrow but nodded nevertheless, waving away his friends and allowing the rest of the class to leave before asking what was wrong
  • finally, the classroom was empty and you breathed in and out
  • “it’s funny to think that a few months ago, i yelled at you in this very room”
  • he laughed and nodded, but his smile seemed a little pained
  • “i know, you must have hated me”
  • “i wasn’t your biggest fan, but that’s changed now”
  • his eyes widened and he was biting his lip, urging you to continue
  • “you proved me wrong - you’re an amazing actor and you work hard. you’re respectable and still have the ability to make people laugh. i’m sorry i judged you so harshly”
  • he smiled, “you’re forgiven! i see you’ve developed an admiration for me”
  • this was your chance: “i’ve developed a lot more than that”
  • he went speechless and you confessed everything you felt for him, all of the adoration he made you feel
  • at the end of your confession, you could’ve sworn he was blushing and smiling shyly before his teasing grin came back
  • “wow, i won over the hardest person AND got a relationship out of it”
  • “?!?! excuse me?!?!”
  • “let’s date. this might be the end of our script, but this is the start of our story”

so amidst this whole sad and angst yoonkook after the release of HYYH notes (though i think it was bighit ways to tell us that yes yoonkook was more than just friends/good friends)..


can someone.. anyone.. write a yoonkook fic based on ‘Dimple’ aka ‘Illegal’?

or that hidden skit where yoongi says he and jungkook used to sleep on their english class? and they slept in the exact way?

or that martial arts techniques yoongi used on jungkook as they said on their vlive comeback?

or just simply give me a whole fluffy, cute, adorable yoonkook please! look at them! they belongs to all fluff, not angst lol

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Maleficent is a dragon who cursed an infant because she wasn’t invited to a christening, this woman CANNOT raise a child.

Queen Griemhilde is a conceited, vain witch who killed a 14 year old because she was prettier than her, this woman CANNOT raise a child.

Jafar hypnotised the sultan, got himself turned into a magician, a genie, just for power and forced a 15 year old to be his slave girl, this man CANNOT raise a child.

Cruella DeVil is a mentally ill woman whose affection consists of derogatory comments, blowing smoke in your face and never taking no for an answer, this woman CANNOT raise a child.

So, let’s say Evie, Carlos, Mal and Jay grow up on an island without magic, surrounded by murderers, thieves, people who did bad things, people who are proud of these things. Let’s say, they don’t teach them to be evil. Let’s say, they teach them ‘don’t let anyone keep you from what you want, you are a queen, a dragon, a genie, you are magic’. Ben has dreams about a girl with green eyes and lilac hair, of a girl who is different, something fae, and he remembers the fairy who cursed his father because he wasn’t kind, so he asks his parents to let some of the villain’s kids stay in Auradon. Show them goodness.

When they arrive, they don’t arrive in a tumbling mess. They don’t even get out of the car, and when the chauffeur opens the door, there’s a stick thin girl with long blue hair staring at her hands, a muscled boy who almost isn’t a boy anymore, rubbing the bands on his arms, the girl from his dreams, eyes glowing, a little boy dressed in fur curled up in their laps.
They aren’t used to magic, even though it is in their very cores. So they take time to get used to it, to learn to live with death and power under their skin.

They weren’t sent to get a wand for world domination. They were sent to get a wand for freedom. So it takes them longer to realise just what their parents did. It takes talks and family day and Queen Leiah screaming at the top of her lungs (‘Get away from here, do not touch my grandchild, my daughter will never be mine because of you, how dare you, how dare you?’) for Mal to realise that this isn’t about invitations and pettiness. It’s about a woman with hair as yellow as gold and lips that shame the red red rose, growing up poor, in a cottage, falling to her death at the touch of a spindle, this is about her mother talking about the raven with more fondness than her, this is about all the things her mother did, no matter the reason.

Evie still studies with Doug, and she hasn’t been taught to score a prince, she’s been taught to use her beauty, it is all men want, get rid of them before they get rid of you, do NOT die. So she meets with Doug at his house and Dopey stares at her and then he gets Snow White, who breaks down crying at the sight of this thin, beautiful girl with hair in a colour that has haunted her sleep ('what did she do to you, was it not enough for her to kill me, what has she done to you’) and Evie realises that her mother’s stories are not about men, they are about this woman, about her sister, who was 14 and beautiful and dead. And this is about her and all the bones she can count when she looks in the mirror.

Jay befriends the only other Arabian speaking children he can find, plays gurney, ruthless and self centered and for him, and one day Aladdin picks his children up and Jay does one of those backflips where he stays in the air for too long and it knocks the wind out of him. Jay doesn’t understand because of Aladdin, he sees a thief, who is like him, but it isn’t what makes him think, tourney does the trick because they are a team and the world does not revolve around him, he is not the center of the universe.

Carlos knows that his mother is wrong from the moment he is old enough to master critical thinking. She shrieks and hits and worships fur and he spends his days begging for scraps. There’s no magic in him, no rush he gets from crossing the barrier, so he helps his friends. They have always been his lifeline, so maybe now he can be theirs.

the thought of lance and keith becoming best friends by the end of voltron is what keeps me going

(Technically it’s the 15th since it’s 1:38am)

So there’s one bit near the end of the Genocide Run that hit me pretty hard, personally. And as with most things that hit me very hard emotionally, it was a random almost throwaway line that wasn’t written to be focused on that much. But whether it intentionally held the meaning I took from it or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I DID take meaning from it.

When Flowey is monologuing near the very very end of the game and explaining what he went through, he talks about how he lacks the ability to feel anything for the people around him, and how desperately, frantically, he wishes he did. He talks about how, at first, he tried to help people. He talks about how at first it seemed to help, but every time it was time to let go, to move on, he got scared and couldn’t do it. He’d panic and reset instead. And how then he’d be right back where he started. And he would try helping everyone again.

But it became hollow. Everyone always said the exact same things, and did the exact same things. And nothing changed. And nothing new ever happened.

And eventually, just out of sheer desperation for SOMETHING new, he decided to kill everyone. And how that was at first a relief, but even that grew stale and empty as he did it over and over again. Until he was left with nothing, and there was nothing to care about, either for better or worse, but he couldn’t let go either. So he was trapped in this world where nothing ever changed, and he couldn’t make himself leave.

It’s a sad story, but it’s also a bit of a gut punch because of its implications.

Maybe in time, the person playing the game, the actual human being behind the keyboard, not the pixel character they control, would find themselves in the exact same situation. Eventually, things in a game stop changing. Characters always say the same things, do the same things. And maybe in time, as boredom takes over, the player would also try a genocide game just for SOMETHING new. But eventually even that will become empty and lead to nowhere after you do it enough.

I can’t really say if that’s true or not. I can’t say it’s false either.

But It’s 2 years now. And a lot of us are still here. And more importantly a lot of us still care. Quite deeply in fact.

And maybe we won’t care forever, maybe the same thing will happen, or more likely, we’d be the ones able to let go and move on to other things and let go. Maybe there’s no escaping that.

But it’s been 2 years, and at least for now, we’re still here.

There is also the possibility I’ve considered, that since the insane success of the game was never expected or anticipated at all, that the level of love it caused in gamers was a complete and utter surprise, maybe their ability to never fall into that cycle of apathy and just how long they can keep going, caring as hard as ever, will also be a complete surprise that was never foreseen.

Or even more simply, maybe Flowey just needed to be shown, as with so many things, he was wrong about that too.

Who knows. Honestly I can’t say how things will look in time. It could either way.


But at least by year 2 we were still here.

I look at you now and you look like more than just my friend. I wish I could tell you this. I wish I can tell you how much I need you and how much I want you. I wish you knew that you give me butterflies everytime we talk and everytime we hangout and everytime you text me or call me or smile at me. I wish you understood how much it hurts to call you a friend when you mean so much more than that. I wish you understood that you have taken up a place in my heart I didn’t even want to give you. But I know you don’t feel the same, it’s a gut feeling. And still there is a part of me that doesn’t accept it, that continues to love you, that is a hopeless romantic, that wants our hangouts to turn into dates, that wants our conversations to end with kisses, that wants to hold you close and not just hug you.
—  I wish you’d just give me a chance to show you what we could be because I know we would be amazing // JustScribbledWords

When you see a hot girl for the first time and realise that you might not be as heterosexual as you first thought.