never be the same tour

anonymous asked:

Do you think the setlist was cut so short bc the doors opened later than expected? And the concert didnt start til 8... i have hope subkulture will do better.

Anonymous said to fytaem: Hi thank you for posting a lot of the shinee Toronto concert! I’ll be going to the dallas concert but after seeing how many songs they’ve performed for the Toronto concert and having it be 30 instead of the 38 or 39 that they did in Seoul – I can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. It seems like it’ll be like a 2-2 ½ hr concert instead of 3 which I think is the expected amount. I don’t want them to get overworked but at the same time, it would be nice to get the same setlist as Seoul

Anonymous said to fytaem: The concert was great but I wish they cut some of those VCR and mash up song/remix parts. The songs that were cut would’ve been amazing to see! Especially up close in concert. I feel a bit sad about it.

Well, this is my honest opinion (before I was joking ok lmao): usually concerts from SHINee World tour are never the same as in Seoul, for example, they’ve changed the setlist for Jakarta and Tokyo concerts, and probably will be changed once again for Hong Kong. The weirdest feeling is that SHINee has never changed their setlist THAT much, but sincerely thinking well about the situation it’s pretty clear why concerts will last at max. 3 hours:

- they’re not doing 3 concerts then have a rest, they’re performing 4 concerts in less than a week;

- they’re not performing in 1 city, they’re performing in 4 cities (divided in 2 countries); Jonghyun and Taemin had jet lag even today so imagine how they might be feeling yet;

- talk ments are shorter but because they don’t feel comfortable to speak with a translator than when they’re free to talk about whatever they want in Korean and Japanese;

- VCRs are important to give them a break. It’s already difficult for Taemin in this tour, he’s having problems when he has to get ready for Goodbye, perform it and then fly to get ready to Ring Ding Dong;

- sometimes they rearrange the setlist to give shawols songs more known for them; today they’ve picked Hello and Selene 6.23. For example I love Black Hole but I don’t feel it’s a very popular song between i-shawols. I’d have left in the setlist songs as MTTM (because idk, I feel it’s an important song), Alive and Trigger (they were the strongest stages of SWC5), but if you think about the situation of the venue or other details… lots of things might be behind this decisions even if we don’t like them.

- we shouldn’t forget that they’re in the middle of a hiatus from SHINee World 2017 ~FIVE~, so this means they’ve stopped preparing one tour to get into another, but the Japanese tour is longer and with a bigger work of performance, they can’t forget their work for that project.

If this concert happened like this due to being delayed, that’s something we’ll get to know in the Vancouver and Dallas concerts. I understand you might feel sad because such a quantity of songs have been changed, but we must remember all the circumstances around SHINee that made them prepare this concert this way.

Fitting Together

               Sorry that it’s been so long. I think I say that nearly every time I post but I’ve been preparing for something in my life which I will soon be announcing. Originally this was meant to just be fluff, but y'all know me and angst have a very close relationship. Lol. So it became a mix but I still hope you guys like it! I’ve got lots I want to write in the near future so I’ll try my best to get my shit together and write, though it’s hard to keep up with all the ideas vie been having lately! Xx



Originally posted by hobisu


               "Do you have everything?“ The way your fingers fiddled with the hem of his shirt was a telltale sign of your anxiety as you spoke.

               A bubbly grin stretching over his lips at your clingy actions, he replied, "No.”

               "What?“ You exclaimed, worry threading through your chest. "I thought you said you checked at the dorm? What is it? I can go back for it.”

               "Well, the problem is I didn’t think it would fit, but now I don’t know if I can leave without it.“ Hoseok said, looking at his watch as though contemplating if there was enough time.

               "What?” You responded with furrowed brows.

               A giggle threatening to burst forth from his mouth, Hoseok put a hand above your head, like one does when measuring another’s height. “Don’t you come with a travel case or something?”

               Heat flaring under the skin of your cheeks, you batted away his arm. Instantly recoiling, he let out the laugh he’d been holding, ignoring you when you remarked, “Oh my god, Hobi. You’re so cheesy!”

               Relationships aren’t easy; long distance ones are near impossible. However, you managed because you couldn’t bear not to. Hoseok was the light of your life and as far as you were concerned, always would be. You weren’t sure which you fell in love with first; his iridescent personality, unimaginably infectious laugh, or the world’s best bitch face you had ever seen. Hoseok was many things, but greedy was not one of them. You were spoiled, which you were well aware of, and perhaps in turn that made you the greedy one. Anything he could give you, you’d take because you simply couldn’t get enough. Everything he bared, everything he was, you ached to gobble it up and he was content to let you do so, so long as you let him return the favour even a little bit. For a time, you wondered if you wanted too much, if you were crossing a line. But soon enough you learned that the definition of greed in this case was smeared and skewed, often being translated into love.

               The man in front of you scrunched his eyes into beautiful crescents, loud laughter echoing about the private waiting room, you tried to capture the image in your head. You didn’t have a photographic memory, but you’d try nonetheless, wanting to remember every moment you had left with him so vividly that you’d never truly feel like he left. However, that was unrealistic. He had to go; he always did. Just like every other time before, you knew a piece of you would board that plane with him and you’d be left with a hole, the burden of filling it consuming you each and every day he was gone.

               "Hoseok!“ His manager poked his head in the door. "We got to go now.”

               "Ah,“ your boyfriend hesitated, glancing down to you to see that your lips had fallen into a sullen expression. "I’ll just be another minute.”

               Nodding, the round head exited the room, the door falling shut behind him. As soon as he heard the hinges slide home, Hoseok engulfed you into his arms, crushing you to his chest. The movement was meant to comfort you, and yet tears immediately began to spill down your cheeks when you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding them. Trembling hands furled into the fabric of his shirt as you tried to hold yourself together. No matter how many times you said goodbye for tours, it never got easier. The same pain and worries would always resurface to greet you as he said goodbye.

               "Don’t cry, Y/N.“ His chest rumbled under your cheek, though his words were hypocritical as you heard a faint sniff. A hand patted the back of your head before stroking your hair tenderly. "You know I’ll start too.”

               Shifting your head up and down, you bit your lip in an attempt to distract yourself from the lump in your throat, though it did nothing for the salty pools of water gathering on your bottom lashes. “You’ll contact me every day?”

               "Of course.“ He promised. "I wouldn’t deprive you of your hope.”

               A watery laugh trickled out of you as you snuggled further into his chest and said, “Good.”

               He held you for a second, a comfortable silence enveloping you both before he nudged you away from him. Digging into his pocket, he mumbled half to himself, “I have something for you.” Closing his hands around the items, he pulled them out, thrusting his closed fist in the space between you. Flipping his hand up, his fingers began to unfurl, the gleam of two rings capturing your vision.

               "This one is yours,“ calloused fingers plucked up a rose gold ring, tiny gems decorating a simple heart in the center. Grasping your right hand, he weaselled the ring onto your fourth finger. Taken by the token, you moved your hand in the light, mesmerized by the way the rays glided over the smooth band. "And this one is mine.”

               Hoseok made your eyes tear away from the ring to flicker up to him. A bright smile plastered on his lips, he held his own hand up to showcase his own ring, no trace of doubt clouding over him because he knew you would like them. The ring he wore was black and plain, seemingly just a simple band, though much thicker than yours. However, as he wiggled his fingers playfully, you spotted skin from the inner portion of his finger peeking through what looked like a hole, smack dab in the middle of the ring. Curious, you snatched his hand out of the air, turning the ring to inspect the inconsistency further. In the middle was a hole, just as you expected. Just as you were about to ask him where he got these, you noticed the shape. Cut into the ring was the shape of a small heart just like the one on yours.

               "They fit together.“ He answered for you, causing the corners of your mouth to upturn.

               "Like us.” You mused, Hoseok humming in agreement.

               Leaning your head back to cast your eyes up to him, you felt your bottom lip wobble when you saw the tears threatening to tumble out of his reddening eyes, knowing that when Hoseok had warned you about setting him off that it wasn’t a lie. Despite this, he wore a tight smile, doing his best to keep both of you from diving off into the deep end. Moving your weight so you stood on the balls of your feet, you stretched upwards to blanket his lips with yours, lightening bursting forth from inside you just as it had the very first time you kissed, not to mention every time after that too. Slithering your arms around his neck, his palms pressed into the small of your back, crushing you to him as the cool metal of his ring made goosebumps rise on your skin. A knock on the door startled each of you, mouths parting ways as his manager beckoned him.

               "Coming!“ Hoseok called out, though his arms made no effort to release you as annoyed grumbling could be heard from just outside the door. Glancing down to you, he immediately crushed you to him once again in a hug. "I love you, Y/N.”

               "I love you too.“ You replied, hands sliding down to his chest and pushing him away. He pouted, his bottom lip jutting out and making you giggle. Pecking him once more, you nodded to the door before saying, "go.”

               Sighing, Hoseok took a step toward you and placed both palms on with sides of your face. Before you could protest his lips were everywhere; your nose, forehead and cheeks were all victim in his assault before he finally passed over your lips in a final, giggly, kiss. Succeeding in making the tension dissolve in the room, he backed away with a content look on his face from hearing one of his favourite sounds– your laugh. Inching toward the door, he grinned at you and grasped the handle. “I’ll be back before you know it!”

               You nodded at his words, though you didn’t believe them, and uttered a goodbye, watching as he slipped out the door and into the private lounge of the airport. Teasing and rowdiness ensued at Hoseoks arrival, something which always seemed to accompany BTS. Soon, guffaws and outbursts of speech became muffled before disappearing completely and leaving you in a silence much different than the one before as you realized you were alone. Sighing, you waited a few minutes before exiting the room. Walking through the airport, you felt a little hollow knowing you wouldn’t see Hoseok for months. However, as you replayed images of him that you’d done your best to engrave into your head, you didn’t feel as hopeless. Once again, he had to leave you, but you knew he’d come back to you with the same goofy expression and wide open arms. He always had before.

               Perhaps it was such thinking that made this time different. The positivity of your thinking jinxing you before you could even stumble out of the gates. But alas, here you were. Three months later with artificial light painting your face as you saw another picture of her thrust into your face by a friend who claimed they just didn’t want to see you hurt, which was probably true to them. But each time you saw him with her, or even her in the background of a photo, you felt your foundation crack. Facing it for the millionth time, you did your best to deny the unsaid accusations that they were laying out before you, but admittedly it had become hard.

               At first you suspected nothing, your trust in your boyfriend far more resilient than anything anyone could put in front of you. You said nothing to him because you knew who she was; you’d met her in fact. As one of the many hairstylists for BTS, it was a given that she would become close to the boys and Hoseok had never tried to deny the fact that they were friends. This was fine by you, because you never believed anything different. However, distance and longing did strange things to the brain and the powerful sense of trust you had begun to wane, as it would to anyone when your boyfriend was miles away with a pretty girl by his side while you were left behind. You knew he meant no harm but each selfie with her he took and sent to you chipped away at all sense you had. Jealousy began to consume you, wishing it was you that was trying new things and doing everything with him, catapulting you into over analyzing everything. The proximity of their bodies, the way she was always near him in each video they made in dressing rooms; even the way she touched him when doing his hair became suspicious to you and you hated it. You hated being one of those girls who held their boyfriends on a leash and obsessed over everything. So you ignored it as best you could until you felt the dam slouching under the pressure of all your thoughts.

               Dragging your feet, you walked to your apartment from another night out that only left you in shambles from listening to everyone else voice the toxic thoughts in your head. Fumbling with the lock, you stumbled into your apartment, remembering the way your friend had sneered ‘aren’t they too close’ as though reading a teleprompter from inside your brain. Perhaps it would’ve been easier if it was just them talking, but it wasn’t. Coworkers were talking, netizens were talking, and even the voices in your head were talking. They’d push and push until you couldn’t take it anymore, breaking down and picking up your phone. Usually a phone call would do the trick; sometimes it took a little more. The sound of his voice through a receiver or screen settling the hurricane in your mind, at least for a little while. You never dared to ask him of it, scared of ruining everything with your own crazy suspicion, but it was getting harder as the voices grew louder.

               Changing out of your clothes and into pajamas, you massaged the roots of your hair as you pulled out a cup on Ben and Jerry’s, resigning yourself to the couch. Turning on the TV, you did your best to drown your thoughts in the static noise. Settling on a show, you kicked your feet up onto your ottoman, eyes fluttering shut in bliss when you tasted the first spoonful of ice cream. For a while, your distraction worked, watching some reality show and snorting at the unnecessary drama. Absentmindedly, you played with your ring, moving it to feel the skin which had been dented by the metal from remaining in one place for so long. The peace was short lived however, as disaster struck in Beverly Hills when one of the girls found out her boyfriend had been cheating for upwards of a year. Immediately serving as a reminder of your own insecurities, you shut the TV off. Plucking up your phone, you opened Hoseoks contact file, hovering over the call button.

               Hesitating, you wondered if you’d be a bother. Usually you both would agree on a time to call, so as to not wake the other up or interrupt promo. It’d been days since you’d last spoke as well, all texts you’d sent left unanswered. He’s probably busy… You thought to yourself, closing out of his contact screen and heaving a sigh. Convincing yourself that seeing a recording would be enough, you opened YouTube, seeing that a new video had been uploaded. Clicking on it, a smile etched onto your face instantaneously when you saw Hoseoks face onscreen. The video wasn’t anything particularly special, one of their usual uploads that was somewhere in between a vlog and a mess, though everyone would love it anyway. Watching the boys interact you couldn’t help but chuckle when Hoseok screamed and everyone else cringed, knowing all too well how they felt. These videos never failed to put you into a good mood, along with all of Army too, but they always seemed so short, the screen coming to a pause far sooner than you’d like. Scrolling down to the comments, you smiled at all the loving and silly things people had written. The connection everyone had through these boys still present even through screens and keyboards. Just as you were about to scroll back up to other videos, you saw a comment that made you stop.


-          wtf is rapmon wearing lol no one ever wears jewelry in BTS anymore it’s so weird when one of them does

               Snorting at the comment, you scrolled back up and rewinding the video until they were all in the shot. Looking them all over, you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath because the person was right, everyone else was bare while Namjoon, the style expert that he was, wore a massive chain around his neck, effectively making him look out of place. Touching the band around your fourth finger, it donned on you that Hoseok wasn’t wearing his ring. Furrowing your brow, suddenly the metal on your hand felt heavy as you closed out of the app and opened tumblr. Searching your boyfriends tag, you scrolled through countless pictures, looking for the trinket that he should have been wearing. Yet, as your eyes scoured the pictures, there were none in which he wore it. Throat constricting, you came across a fantaken from mere hours ago. While you were out denying all questions of cheating, he was out roaming the streets of L.A. With her. Without the ring.

               Pressing the home key, you swiftly pulled up his contact again, calling him over FaceTime; you wanted to see his face when you spoke. Maybe it was trivial, but you were furious. All of the doubt and frustration had dug under your skin and made its home there, festering until a time like now where you couldn’t keep it from snaking into your veins and injecting its venom. Broiling in turmoil, you held your breath until he finally picked up, a smile on his face in the dim lights. Judging by the clinking you heard, you assumed he was out eating.

               "Y/N! Sorry I didn’t answer your texts, I was just about to—"

               "Anything you want to tell me?“ You interrupted, his eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by your testing tone.

               Seeing the look on your face, he treaded carefully, "I don’t think so…”

               Running a hand through your hair, you inhaled deeply before finally letting the question out of your mouth that you had been wondering for weeks, “Hoseok, are you cheating on me?”

               His mouth fell agape, disbelief distorting his features as the noise of the restaurant he was in blared in the background. Shaking his head, he replied, “What are you— hang on.”

               The screen went was blurry as he got up from his seat and murmured something to whomever he was seated by before starting to walk. Streaks of light splayed across the screen, lag and poor internet connection making the connection slow. Once he got outside, he brought the phone back up so you could see his face, the image becoming clearer now that he had stopped moving.

               "Now, what are you talking about? Is everything okay with you?“ He asked, a troubled expression contorting his face.

               "I’m fine,” you snipped. “Answer my question.”

               "Why would you think that? This doesn’t make any sense.“ Hoseok rebutted. "I don’t understand where this is coming from!”

               "Just answer the question!“

               "I’m not!” He responded, still blown away that you would ask such a thing. “Who would I cheat with?!”

               "Oh, I don’t know.“ You relied sarcastically. "Bora?”

               "What?“ Hoseok shook his head, jaw beginning to clench. "She’s our hairstylist, Y/N.”

               "And that means you have to spend every waking minute with her?“ Tension had spread to your whole body at this point, convinced that you were right as your nails dug little crescents into the skin of your thigh.

               "I don’t, but we are friends.” He sighed, taking off his snapback and shaking out his hair before raking it back and hiding it in the hat again. “I thought you were okay with that.”

               "Well, I was.“ It was evident from the way his face was tensed that he was doing his best to stay calm, one person blowing up being enough without the other joining in too. "Until you started hanging out with her all the time. I’m not the only one who’s questioning it, Hoseok.”

               "Why should it matter what other people think? I told you we’re friends. Yeah, we’re close but it’s not anything like that. At all. She hangs out with all the boys, not just me, Y/N.“ Hoseok explained, all the happiness that he exuded completely obliterated by this point. "I thought you trusted me.”

               "I did. But I just—" you cut off, not sure how to explain the things that ate away at your heart in the middle of the night. “I don’t know that I still should.”

               "So you don’t believe me.“

               "Can’t you understand why?”

               "I think we’ve established that I can’t.“ He spat, insulted.

               "It’s fairly obvious she likes you, Hoseok.” You said curtly. “Not to mention you use to text me every single day and now I’m lucky if you reply within three.”

               "I know, and I’m sorry about that.“ Hoseok said sincerely, though you felt bile rise in your throat when he didn’t deny that she liked him. "I’ve been busy with tour, but I didn’t think it would bring this on.”

               "You’ve been busy?!“ Your voice came out shrill as you barked out a laugh of disbelief. "I didn’t realize that walking around the city with her and the boys constituted as busy!”

               "It was for a video—"

               "Hobiii!“ A voice whined cutely in the background, his head flicking to the left.

               "That’s her isn’t it?” You remarked.

               He didn’t have to answer as an obviously drunk Bora came into frame, grabbing his arm to steady herself. Shaking your head as you nails broke skin on your thigh, you watched as he ushered her back inside.

               "It’s fine, Hoseok.“ You said flippantly. "Hang up and go back to her, she obviously came looking for you—”

               "Would you just shut up and listen for one second?!“ He finally snapped, practically shouting and startling you so much that you became rigid on the couch. He was never like this. He was well tempered and never got this angry with you, the worst he’d ever done being a few snarky comments accompanied by plenty of attitude. This was much different, something you’d never seen. With a set jaw and narrowed eyes, you saw plain fury. "I’m not fucking cheating on you.”

               "Then explain.“ You replied, though your voice had become considerably meek under his fire.

               "I would have if you’d just be reasonable.” He shot back. “I didn’t respond because we’ve been busy with promo, but honestly, I never thought it would make you act like this. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but this isn’t my girlfriend talking to me right now because I know she wouldn’t be this hard headed. Yes, I hang out with Bora a lot. Mainly because I’m with her for every second of the day, but also because she’s nice and respects my relationship with you. I don’t even know why I have to say this when you liked her so much before that you asked me if she could even hang out with us all at the dorms. But yes, she’s confessed—”

               You were about to open your mouth but he gave you a glare that practically dared you to do so just so you could face his wrath. “It’s been two years since then, which was before I even knew you and she hasn’t said anything since so I don’t know if she still does. Even if she did, I thought you’d trust me enough to believe I wouldn’t do that to you. I know what people say, but I thought you of all people would know better than to believe them. I don’t know what you seem to think of me but obviously it’s nothing good if you can’t even trust me and take what a handful of people say as fucking facts. I knew the distance would be hard, but I didn’t think it’d make you think of me as trash.”

               "And your ring?“ You said quietly, still feigning haughtiness, his words making you see how foolish you’d been. "You haven’t been wearing it.”

               Raising his eyebrows so far that his forehead crumpled into little rolls, it was him who laughed out loud this time. Digging into his shirt, he pulled out a chain that hung from his neck, moving it so you could see what hung from it. “You mean his one?”

               "Oh.“ Was all that you could say, the reality of how wrong you’d been setting in.

               "Yeah, 'oh.’ I had to stop wearing it on my finger because fans got suspicious that I had a girlfriend seeing as I wore it all the time.” He said, shoving it back into his shirt as you took a gulp of saliva. “Why didn’t you just ask instead of getting all worked up?”

               "I-I don’t know.“ Your voice wobbled, tears building as you felt like an idiot, knowing your accusation hurt him too. "I’m sorry.”

               "You should be.“ There was no malice in his voice, but there was disappointment. You could see his temper fading as the Hobi you knew started to come back, a sad frown curving his lips down. "Look, I’m gonna go before they get worried.”

               You nodded solemnly, the relationship lying in shambles at your feet, prompting you to ask hesitantly, “Are we okay?”

               A puff of air pushed past his lips. “I don’t know. I’ll talk to you later when I’ve calmed down.”

               "Wait—" you began but it was too late, his face disappearing from your sight, the words 'call ended’ looming over you.

               Panicking, you frantically tried to call him again, crushing the phone to your ear as you scolding yourself for being so brash. One ring in and it went to voicemail, crushing your heart as you knew he rejected the call. Though you knew it was pointless, you tried over and over, until there was no ring at all and it struck you that he must’ve turned off his phone. Slamming your phone of the coffee table, you cradled you head in your hands while your elbows rested on your knees. How could you have been so dumb? Hoseok was right, this wasn’t you at all and you loathed yourself for letting yourself get so wound up. You should’ve known better, Hoseok was too kind to hurt someone in such a sleazy way. In all honesty, there really was nothing to suggest he’d even done it besides outside chatter and the ring. Before, you were always so confident in him and you were ashamed that you let that crumble, that you let yourself believe for even a second that Hoseok was a lesser man than he was and had strayed.

               Tugging at the roots of your hair, you held back tears, not believing you had the right to cry when you were the one who’d made such a mess of things. Sniffling, you knew you couldn’t leave things like this but what could you do when he wouldn’t take your call? Dejectedly, you picked up your phone, knowing that even if he did pick up, it was a conversation that should be had in person. Opening your banking up, you quickly signed in, staring at the numbers in your savings. It was reckless, but you couldn’t think of anything better to spend the small amount of money you had on repairing what you’d broken. Dialling your co-worker and friend, you sprung off the couch in a hurry, already beginning to pack.

               "Mina,“ you rushed about your apartment, "I need your help.”

 


 

               An ocean, airplane, and car ride later and here you were. The heat of L.A sticking annoyingly to your skin as you made your way to Hoseok, unable to dismiss the questioning voice in your head as you wondered if he’d even want to see you. He hadn’t contacted you after the fight and you hadn’t pushed, knowing he probably still wouldn’t be ready when you showed up there. Trembling in an elevator, you wrung your hands together, nervousness seeping out of your pores as you watched the floor numbers flash by. When the doors opened, you rushed to the door of their room, which Taehyung had generously gave you yesterday when you told him you were just going to send something, though he didn’t know it was yourself. Steeling your nerves, you took a breath and raised your hand, rapping your knuckles against the door softly.

               Shuffling could be heard behind the thick slab of wood when it suddenly whooshed open, revealing six boys. At soon as their eyes met yours, each and every boy looked at you in horror.

               "What are you doing here?“ Namjoon was the first to speak, the rest of them remaining speechless as you came to realize that the one person you were here for wasn’t present.

               "Where’s Hobi?” You asked, poking your head in the room and glancing around.

               Yoongi groaned shaking his head at the ground as Jin surged forward. Grasping you by the shoulders, he immediately turned you around and pushed you toward the elevator. “He’s on his way to the airport to see you.”

               "He’s what?!“ You exclaimed, stepping back into the steel box as Jin pressed the ground floor button and got out.

               "He only left ten minutes ago so you should be able to catch him. Good luck!” He encouraged, though you thought you heard him mutter something along the line of 'this couple’ just as the doors came to a close.

               All nervousness was now drowned by desperacy, terrified he’d get through security before you could reach him. Hailing a cab, you quickly shouted at the driver to go, flying backwards as the driver heeded your words. Watching cars whizz by as the driver sped to a speed that was much faster than the limit because of your urgency, you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath, not seeing how the man glanced at you like you were crazy through the rear view mirror. This was all so dramatic; it was almost like you had been thrust into a romantic comedy. Never had you dreamed that life could actually be like this, the ridiculousness of the situation comical, thighs the reasons why it came to fruition were still holding your heart in chains.

               Reaching the airport, you swiftly paid the driver, thanking him profusely and hoping he didn’t think you were insane, though with red rimmed eyes and travel mussed hair, he probably did. You didn’t care much though, focusing on your mission as you burst through the doors of the airport and immediately took off running down past all of the kiosks. Praying that you hadn’t been too late, your eyes scoured the area, searching for the familiar head of brown hair you knew. However, as time passed and you snapped your head back and forth, it seemed it had all been for naught. You couldn’t see him anywhere as you slowed to a stop, heavy pants escaping you as you tried to catch your breath. Your vision started to blur as you realized that you were probably too late, when you saw a tall boy rummaging through a backpack on his shoulder, his hat nearly hiding his face. He didn’t seem to notice you, standing meters away from him with your mouth agape in relief, feeling as all the air in your lungs had been stolen by him. Wrenching out his phone he pressed it to his ear as you stared, mesmerized after having not seen him for months on end.

               "Jimin,“ he said as you collected your thoughts and tried to refocus yourself. "Would you stop calling me? I’m just about—”

               "Hobi!“ You yelled feeling like the distance between you was a mountain and not a gray tiled floor.

               At the sound of his name, his head pivoted, finally seeing your shaky frame as his eyes widened. ”…Y/N?“

               Unable to take it anymore, you launched forward, wanting to close the distance as soon as possible. Lowering the phone just in time, he caught you in his arms as you latched onto him like a koala, hooking your ankles around his back and winding your arms around his neck. An 'oomph’ left him as your bodies collided, making him stumble and drop his bag, but keeping both of you upright nonetheless. Strong hands held you up effortlessly as you buried your face into his neck and inhaled, his scent making your heart break its chains and look for release against your rib cage.

               "What are you doing here?” He asked, still shocked to see you.

               "I’m so sorry, Hobi.“ You responded in a pleading voice, clutching the back of his head as though he would disappear. "I was so stupid and I should have known better. I’m so sorry.”

               "Here’s the girlfriend I know.“ He replied, sighing and stroking your back.

               Taking your face out of his neck and leaning back so you could see him. Hope found its roots inside you when you saw a soft smile playing on your boyfriend’s lips. Moving the hand on his head to his jaw, you inquired shyly, "Are you still mad at me?”

               "A little,“ he said truthfully, making your face fall and him chuckle. "You coming all this way to apologize makes it a little better though.”

               "I really am sorry.“ You repeated yourself. "I was such an idiot.”

               "It’s okay, Y/N.“  He replied, turning his head to kiss the inside of your palm before nuzzling his cheek into it like a child. "As long as you know you were wrong and that I would never, ever, do something like that.”

               Nodding fervently, you lowered your hand to his chest where a piece of metal made a bump over his heart. Covering it with your palm, you whispered, "I love you.”

               "I love you too.“ He said softly as you lowered your head so that your noses brushed before closing the final gap between you.

               His lips melded into yours and after so long, it would’ve been a lie to say it made you eager. Curving your body into his, the taste of him made you feel like you were on cloud nine, all the anxiety and longing bursting and thrusting you into the sky. Fingers tightened on your body and you knew he felt it too, the sparks illuminating between you like fireworks instead of firecrackers after all this time. You weren’t usually so forward in public, but with everything that had happened, you really just wanted to feel connected to him. Running your tongue along his bottom lip, he knew what you wanted as he broke away from you with a breathy laugh. You however, pouted just like he had that day he left.

               "We’re in an airport, Y/N.” He scolded, though a bright grin was on his face as you pecked him one, two, then three times. “People are staring.”

               "You’re so conservative.“ Sighing, you moved back, tapping his hands so he’d drop you to the floor. Once you touched ground, you entwined your fingers with his, asking as he picked up his bag and began to stride toward the exit with you in tow, "why were you even coming to see me anyway? I was the one in the wrong.”

               "So you could apologize.“ He replied, making you blush like a kid who just got grounded. Seeing this, he bumped into your side and leaned down to whisper in your ear, "by the way, when we get back I promise I’ll be much more liberal.”

               Your cheeks flared for a whole different reason as you swatted his head away, making him break into laughter. An incandescent grin on your face, you knew everything would be fine. You loved each other, willing to go the ends of the earth to reach one another even if it was only for a little while. Hoseok always came back to you, and he always would.

Imagine Ashton Trying to Teach You to Play the Drums...

You and Ashton have been friends for years, but you secretly have had giant feelings for him for quite some time now. You’re never sure if he feels the same way, especially with him being away on tour so much now. Whenever Ashton is back in town, he always calls you up to hang out, even if it’s just for a few hours. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Ashton says with a huge grin. He pulls you into a huge embrace and you laugh when he squeezes you hard. “It’s been awhile.” He whispers into your hair. 

“Yeah, too long.” You say back, and Ashton breaks the hug, putting you at arms length. 

“How about drum lessons today?” He suggests, and you happily agree. You have been pestering Ashton to show you how to play ever since he demonstrated his skills when you first met. Ever since he joined the band, he’s never had enough time between work and practices to teach you. 

Ashton directs you to sit down behind his drum kit and he crouches down next to you so he’s at your eye level. 

“Okay, so when you play the drums, it’s all about the beat. You hold the sticks like this,” Ashton hands you the sticks and wraps his large hands over yours.“and you play like this,” He says, and slowly guides your hands from behind you to hit the different drums. You can feel his muscular arms along side yours, his hot breath against your cheek, and his fingers almost intertwined with yours. 

“I don’t know why I never tried to teach you before,” Ashton says into your ear. “It’s a wonderful excuse to be this close to you." 

Your eyes grow wide, and you somehow manage to turn around to face him. 

"Wait, what are you saying?” You question.

Ashton places his hands on either of your knees and looks directly into your eyes.

“I’m saying I like you. Like, like like you. More than a friend type of deal. I have for so long, but I never knew if you–”

You surprise Ashton and yourself by putting your hand behind his neck and pressing your lips to his. He stiffens up for a moment, but gives in right away, taking control. Ashton’s hands move from your knees to your waist as he stands you up. Without breaking the kiss, he turns the both of you around and sits down on the chair, guiding you so you’re sitting on his lap facing towards him. Ashton’s tongue runs along your bottom lip and you give him entrance so your tongues can mingle. When the kiss finally breaks, you both are gasping for air. 

“So is that a ‘Yes, I like you too, Ashton?’” He laughs and kisses you again and again.