none of this is fine

“I can get a bit insecure about my health condition. In the beginning I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to give her everything she needs. Because I can’t lift her. I can’t run after her. It takes me longer to do things, so I thought she might get frustrated with me. But none of those worries came true. She’s perfectly fine with our reality. She’s very patient. When we get out of the car, she knows that the wheelchair goes first, then Daddy, then Mommy, then Olga. She’s very happy sitting on my lap. And she loves to lie in bed with us. She even tries to help me. In the house I don’t use my wheelchair because I can walk while holding onto my husband’s shoulders. Olga saw us doing this recently, and she came up behind me and tried to help by pushing my legs.”

(Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)

7

On April 26, 1986, a power surge caused an explosion at the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant near Pripyat, Ukraine. A large quantity of radioactive material was released.

On May 2, 1986, the Soviet government established a “Zone of Alienation” or “Exclusion Zone” around Chernobyl – a thousand square miles of “radioactive wasteland.” All humans were evacuated. The town of Pripyat was completely abandoned.

But the animals didn’t leave. And a new study, published this month in Current Biology, suggests they are doing fine. “None of our three hypotheses postulating radiation damage to large mammal populations at Chernobyl were supported by the empirical evidence,” says Jim Beasley, one of the researchers.

In fact, some of the populations have grown. These photos (mostly taken by Valeriy Yurko) come from the Belarusian side of the Exclusion Zone, and area called the Polessye State Radioecological Reserve. Kingfisher, elk, boar, baby spotted eagles, wild ponies, moose, rabbits, and wolves all make their home in the park. In some ways, human presence is worse for wildlife than a nuclear disaster.


Image credits:

  • 1986 Chernobyl - ZUFAROV/AFP/Getty Images
  • Wildlife photos - Valeriy Yurko/Polessye State Radioecological Reserve
  • Ponies in winter - SERGEI SUPINSKY/AFP/Getty Images

the gameplay trailer for the new south park game is out and there’s a scene where you select your gender, and you can pick male, female, or non-binary, and if you pick non-binary every character refers to you as “they” for the rest of the game and mr. mackey says, “there’s nothing wrong with not identifying as a binary gender. you can be whatever sex you want, m’kay? even if it’s none. that’s fine! it’s fine!“ and then you go outside and you and your friends kick the shit out of a bunch of transphobes.

i’m honestly speechless

female writers + beautiful quotes (based on their actual sign)

*IN HONOR OF INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY*

ARIES: Maya Angelou (Pisces Mercury in the 8th House)

“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I’ll rise!”

TAURUS: Charlotte Brontë (Aries Mercury in the 8th House)

“I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.”

GEMINI: Gwendolyn Brooks (Taurus Mercury in the 9th House)

“It is lonesome, yes. For we are the last of the loud. Nevertheless, live. Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.”

CANCER: Anna Akhmatova (Gemini Mercury)

“The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; the whole time I was praying you would read my eyes and understand what I was never able to understand. See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.”

LEO: J.K. Rowling (Virgo Mercury in the 7th House)

“The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.”

VIRGO: Dorothy Parker (Leo Mercury in the 4th House)

“If I didn’t care for fun and such, I’d probably amount to much. But I shall stay the way I am, because I do not give a damn.”

LIBRA: Marina Tsvetaeva (Libra Mercury)

“I want to sleep with you, fall asleep and sleep. That magnificent folk word, how deep, how true, how unequivocal, how exactly what it says. Just – sleep. And nothing more. No, another thing: and know right into the deepest sleep that it is you. And more: how your heart sounds. And – kiss your heart.”

SCORPIO: Anne Sexton (Libra Mercury)

“Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb. Let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.”

SAGITTARIUS: Jane Austen (Sagittarius Mercury in the 3rd House)

“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.”

CAPRICORN: Simone de Beauvoir (Capricorn Mercury in the 2nd House)

“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”

AQUARIUS: Virginia Woolf (Aquarius Mercury in the 10th House)

“Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.” 

PISCES: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Pisces Mercury in the 6th House)

“What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.”

I know you think I’m selfish because I ended up leaving and wrecking what you thought was perfect. And I know you think that just because I left it means that none of it was ever real. But whatever you think is fine, because I know deep down, I used to care about hurting you so much I would let myself suffer to prevent it. And that wasn’t healthy and that wasn’t fair and that’s not something I’ll ever do again.

why-cant-simple-love-me  asked:

Have you been able to figure out how many videos can go up during the tour with the grumps? Or will it be none at all? That’s fine if it has to come to that. No pressure at all :)

No idea yet. i’m gonna record a bunch when I get back from my tour and see what happens. It’ll likely be 1 video a day for a few days and then a gap of no videos at all. 

My hand hurts!

This is my submission for the @adventuringfanbook and it was super fun to do! I hope you all take these last few days to submit something too!

So I got bored and checked the weather for both Almaty and St. Petersburg and they're hilariously different so here's an otayuri drabble

Why the hell Yakov was making him practice in this heat, Yuri had no idea. But he hated him for it.

Sure, it wasn’t drastically hot, but 19°C was hot for St. Petersburg, and Yuri could be enjoying the weather if A: it wasn’t so humid, and B: Yakov wasn’t making him practice.

Yuri tipped his head back, the vertebrae in his neck creaking and tense muscles stretching.

“Hey Yakov-”

“Give me a perfect triple axel into a spread eagle and you’re free to go.” The old man told him, drinking from the water bottle handed to him by Lilia.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Yuri said, exasperated. “In this heat?”

“Vitya’s been making Katsuki practice his quads all day, at least I’m not that cruel.” Yakov shrugged.

“Actually, I’m doing this voluntarily.” Yuuri called, taking off and landing a frustratingly perfect quad flip.

“I’ve been trying to make him come home for hours Yakov, this is none of my doing.” Viktor groaned, leaning against the barrier and wiping his brow.

“You said it yourself Vitya,” Yuuri shrugged, pulling off an effortless triple axel into a spread eagle. “I’m going to need to try my best to beat you.”

“I’ve created a monster. I’m doomed.” Viktor sighed defeatedly, gazing at Yuuri.

“And Yurio-” He started, trailing lazily around the rink.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m not stopping until I have both records, so I suggest you watch yourself.”

“Getting cocky, now are we, Katsudon?” Yuri asked, cocking a brow.

“Well it’s not the only thing I’m getting.” Yuuri shrugged, taking off into a perfect quad salchow, winking at Viktor as he landed.

“What the fuck have you done to him, Vitkor?” Yuri asked, slightly disgusted at the innuendo.

“I don’t know!” Viktor said exasperatedly.

“Alright, that’s it.” Yakov sighed. “Katsuki, get your ass out of my rink before you kill yourself.”

“I’m not even tired though.” Yuuri sighed, taking off into a quad loop.

“You’re hell bent on destroying my skaters and I can’t have that. Get out before you hurt yourself.” Yakov said firmly.

“But-”

“Yuuri.” Mila started. “We adore you, you’re sweet and talented and everything but with every jump you land, Yakov pushes us that much harder, so please, for the love of god, get the fuck out of the rink.”

“Okay, okay.” Yuuri sighed, finally skating off of the rink, Mila earning an exhausted ‘thank you’ from Viktor, who followed behind Yuuri.

“Yura. Triple axel. Now.” Yakov said firmly, folding his arms.

“Seriously?!”

“Yes. Now.”

“I’d like to see you do it, old man.” Yuri huffed, crossing his arms.

“Just do it, Yuri.” Yuuri called. “Anyway, we’re leaving for today, guys.”

“Finally!” Georgi groaned.

“Please take like, the next week off, you’re making us look bad.” Mila joked.

“No actually do, you’re driving me insane.” Yuri called.

“And Yakov said I couldn’t coach anyone.” Viktor smirked, pecking Yuuri on the cheek.

“Just leave already.” Yakov sighed. “Yuri, triple axel. I’m waiting.”

“For fucks sake, do I have to?”

“Do you want to lose the Olympics?”

“… fine.”

“That’s what I thought.”


Yuri unlocked his dorm, dumping his duffle bag at the door and kicking his shoes off. It’d been a week since Yakov and Lilia’s asshole of a son kicked Yuri out of his mother’s house.

He stalked over the mini fridge in the corner of his room, opening it and pulling out a cold can of fanta, wrenching open the tab and flopping down on his bed.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it and opening up whatsapp, ignoring the 689 missed texts from the Barcelona GPF group chat and scrolling to Otabek’s contact, selecting video call.

Otabek picked up after around the 3rd ring, and the imagine Yuri was greeted with wasn’t what he expected.

A flushed, tanned, sweaty, muscular chest and a giggling little girl in the background. The camera shakily carried up to Otabek’s face, where it was obvious that he older boy was fast asleep.

“Bekaaaa!” Giggled the little girl, a bony little hand with garish pink nail polish and ratty bracelets pressing down on Otabek’s chest. “Oyanw! Beka! Käne Beka!”

Otabek made a weird noise between a snort and a squawk, eyes snapping open suddenly as he lurched forwards.

“Sälem aytşı Yura!” The little girl giggled.

“Natya…” Otabek murmured groggily. “Nege telefonım bar?” He asked, reaching for the phone and pulling the little girl to the side. “Bul öte jaramsız.” He scolded, blowing a raspberry into the little girl’s cheek.

“Um… is this a bad time?” Yuri asked awkwardly, taking a sip from his soda can. “I can go…”

“Crap! Yura, I forgot. Sorry, I fell asleep and my little sister took my phone-”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Yuri shrugged. “It’s kinda cute.”

Otabek laughed, ruffling his sister’s messy black hair.

“Sälem Yura!” She grinned, waving at the screen.

“She says hi.” Otabek grinned, translating.

“Hi Natalia.” Yuri smiled, waving back, earning a gap-toothed grin from the little girl.

“Natya, Siz bizden kete alasız ba?” Otabek asked his sister, slipping back into his native tongue.

She nodded, waving at the screen.

“Bayt Yura!” She giggled, running off.

“She’s adorable.” Yuri smiled, sipping from the can again.

“I know.” Otabek grinned.

“Did you teach her to call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“To call me Yura?”

“She’s called you that since she saw you on TV at the Russian Nationals two years ago.”

“Why though?”

“Don’t look at me, she just does.”

Oh, Yuri was look at him.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“Huh?”

“You’re half naked. At least I think you are… I can only see your chest.”

“I’m wearing underwear if that’s what you’re asking.” Otabek snorted, flashing Yuri a crooked grin.

“Really? No pants?”

“It’s too hot.” Otabek shrugged, reaching for a something offscreen and bringing a glass of water to his lips.

“Seriously? Isn’t it like, 19°C? Kinda pathetic. And that’s coming from a Moscow native.”

“It’s 36°C over here.” Otabek said flatly.

“Damn, your coach makes you practice in that heat?” Yuri asked incredulously.

“Nah. Training’s cancelled. He’s passed out in the porch.”

“Lucky bastard. Yakov’s been forcing me to train.” Yuri huffed.

“Watch your language, Yura. My family is in the vicinity.”

“I’m like 300 miles away they can’t hurt me.”

“My cousin will find you. You know what Aleks is like.”

“And I hope you boys are keeping it PG-13!” Came the call of cousin in the background, causing Otabek to flush slightly.

“ALEKS!”

“I’m just saying! Your mother wouldn’t be too happy if she saw you-”

“Aleks, sabırlılıqtı toqtatıñız Beka!” Came a call.

“Dude I can hear like, your entire family, where are you?”

“In my back yard.” He shrugged, switching the camera so Yuri could get a view of the lush, green garden, and the hammock Otabek was laying in.

“Its huge!” Yuri gasped. “Your family must be loaded!”

“My mother was an Olympic silver medalist. That kind of set us up for quite a while, then I started to send money home whenever I got it.” Otabek shrugged. “Joq, Natya, şlangini tömenge ornatıñız!”

Yuri heard giggling in the background, along with running water. Otabek shifted, the camera shaking a bit as he moved.

“My sister has a hose, I’m going inside.” He explained as a jet of water splashed behind him. “Nope nope nope nope. Not today.”

“Are you afraid of getting wet, Beka?”

“No I just don’t want to get- AH!”

“Are you okay?” Yuri asked, cocking an eyebrow at the maniacal cackling heard in the background.

“Yeah, my sister just got me in the ass while I was running inside.”

“Damn, good aim.”

“Yeah,” He said, camera shaking as he went up the stairs, opening the door to his room and pushing in. “Yura?”

“Still here.”

“I’m gonna need to change but I’m too lazy to disconnect the call, can I just put you against a pillow so you don’t see anything?”

“Sure.” Yuri shrugged, tossing his empty soda can into the trash.

The screen went a dark reddish-brown colour as it was pressed against the pillow, the camera suddenly flipping just as the screen went black.

Yuri could see Otabek pull away, turning around and pulling down the damp, dark grey boxers.

What the hell was Yuri supposed to do?!

The rational thing to would be to tell Otabek 'hey the camera accidentally flipped and I can see your ass and probably dick but I’m not sure’, but for some reason Yuri couldn’t speak.

Otabek turned in the direction of the camera, humming to himself as he stopped up the boxers and tossed them into the laundry hamper at the edge of his room, walking over to a chest of drawers and pulling out a pair of boxers.

Otabek quickly pulled the boxers on, rooting through the drawers and pulling out some shorts and a t-shirt, putting those on too.

He reached for the camera, which suddenly flipped back to front facing as it was being pulled away from the pillow.

“Sorry I took so long- Yura, are you okay?” Otabek asked, suddenly concerned.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. Why are you asking me?” Yuri stammered awkwardly.

“Your face, it’s all… red. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine! I’m just a bit hot and sweaty from practice, I should probably shower.” Yuri said quickly.

“Okay…” Otabek murmured, unconvinced. “If you don’t feel better after the shower, call Viktor or Yuuri or someone like that. And make sure you drink a lot of water. And eat properly. None of that energy bar nonsense-”

“Okay mom, jeez. I’m fine, really.” Yuri said, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t get smart with me, young man.” Otabek said jokingly.

Yuri rolled his eyes, snorting.

“Bye Beka.”

“I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll call you later.”

“I really can’t stop you can I?”

“Nope.”

Yuri laughed, ending the call and flinging his phone onto the other end of the bed and pressing his hands into his face.

Otabek is hung like a fucking horse.

——-

I just winged it ok sorry

Someone’s YA Dystopian Future novel is going to feature one character being a natural leader and then revealing:

“I was at the Fyre Festival in 2017.”

The whole camp went quiet, with the exception of Daran, who swore softly. Chelsea looked like she was about to cry; Pete laughed softly with disbelief. “You were at the Fyre Festival?”

Craig nodded slowly, his gaze not leaving the flames in front of him. “One of the first ones in. One of the last ones out.”

Susan furrowed her brow, trying to piece the words together. Would it be inappropriate to ask him? Was it a religious thing? A massacre?

“What’s a Fire Festival?” The question slipped from her lips before she could help it, and suddenly all eyes were on her–all except Craig’s. The fire still flickered inside them.

“There was just one. The Fyre Festival, with a ‘y’. They thought it was clever.” He sighed, stroked his beard, and shifted a little before continuing. “It was supposed to be a simple weekend in the Bahamas. Me and a bunch of other rich kids packed our clothes, gathered our things, and took a plane down south. Everything was going smoothly…but when we hit the first landing strip, that’s when we started to realize that something had gone awry. Instead of seeing a private beach in front of us, we saw a crowded tourist trap. We were promised private jets, fancy boats, the full VIP experience…” His eyes flicked up to her, and though his mouth curved up in a smile, the eyes did not share in it. “But none of that was anywhere to be seen. We thought it would be fine, all we had to do was get our things, make sure they were together, and they’d lead us to the hotel, but…it was already growing dark, and that’s when the luggage arrived. Unloaded from one of those giant storage containers, the big ones, like you see on the docks. Just tossed out to the crowd, one after another. No conveyer belts, no lockers, no express deliveries to the rooms…and it was when I finally got my bag, with a dented crease along the side, like it had been resting under someone’s golf clubs, that I realized: everything had gone wrong.

“Anyway, I’m standing there with this bag, and it occurs to me how hungry I am, so I start looking for the restaurant. I was young, and foolish…fortunately, Gabe was young and foolish, too, so we both headed off to find the restaurant, thinking it would be there.”

His smile widened, showing those teeth again. “There was no restaurant. They fed us sandwiches–small, flat, flimsy sandwiches, with that bread you see on a gas station shelf, and some meat they said was ham. A single wilted piece of lettuce and a piece of rubbery cheese were the condiments, if you could call them that…Gabe said he saw someone with a ketchup packet. I didn’t believe him. Served in a white styrofoam box.

“Anyway, this would be regal fare to us today, but back then, to us, it might as well have been cow dung. I saw three people vomiting their food right back out; the girl next to me saw the same thing, and she became number four. I don’t know how many of us managed to actually choke our way through the meal, or how many of us actually made it back to go onto the plane, but I do know this: there were two thousand of us left in that village when the last boat left the island. Two thousand of us left to fend for ourselves. 

“When the sun rose the next day, we were one thousand nine hundred and ninety four. Four of us were missing; two were dead. It was then that I realized that this was going to be a live-or-die situation. I chose to live.”


I would continue with this but it is late and I needed sleep an hour ago.

Walking Out During Fight~BTS Scenario

I love freaking angst, tell me if I should do a part 2 or not.

Masterlist

Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

“Y/n!” His voice echos through the wall, it made you jump from the spot you were at on your bed. Your hair a slight mess from against the pillow, and your eyes puffy from how tried you have been. Your job had been pushing you and pushing you leading to late nights and longs mornings.

“Yes Jin?” You call out following where his voice was, as you step into the kitchen he looks around. Dishes piled up making you tilit you head. swearing you had done them.

“What is this?” He asks pointing to the mess of the kitchen you frown as your hand reachs to run through your hair.“You have one job, one that I plead is just with you to do the dishes. Just to clean them so when I get home I can make dinner.”

“Jin, I’m sorry I swear I did. Okay I’ll do them now. Okay?” You grumble going to the sink only making him slam his hand down onto the counter

“That’s not the fucking point Y/n! I wanted them done before I got home, from a long day at the studio. Being an idol is not easy Y/n. So I can make you and I dinner. But you know your lazy ass doesn’t even kn-”

“Lazy! I’m lazy?! I work 12 hour shifts daily and the past week over time due to my company and another company joining and us being under fucking stafed. So sorry Jin, I get that being an idol is hard but it’s not the only tiring job out there!” You push past him, and walk to the door, your hand pulling shoes over your feet.

“Y/n!” He yells after you a worried look on his face.

“Nope.” You grumble opening and slamming the door walking away.


Suga

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

“No Yoongi it isn’t like you have a girlfriend.” You grumble under your breath, his head snaps to you with a raised eyebrow. He had been working in BTS comback none stop which is perfectly fine. But now that ‘Her’ is out you believed he would’ve slowed down and actually spend time at home, with you. But here he was sitting at his computer, his fingers typing away and you sitting on the couch picking your at your fingernails.

“What was that?” He grumbles making me glare as you look back at him.

“What do you think?” You snapped making him spin around in his chair and look at you.

“I’m working. You understand that, don’t you?” He pleaded with you, his eyes looking at yours as you shrugged. “Y/n, come on,you know this is important to me!”

“So happy to know where I stand.” You mumble standing up, opening the door you hear his chair fall onto the ground.

“You walk out I swear to go-”

“Isn’t like your home at all to come through with your threat. So their just like your promise, empty and full of lies.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by boo-t-s

You had been waiting for him to come home from practice, which should’ve ended an hour ago. Which ut did due to the group chat blowing up with memes and lame jokes from Jungkook and Jin. But you sunshine still has not come bounding through the door, and when he did he was sweating his hair sticking to his forehead. “Hobi where were you?” You question him, his dark eyes look at you then to the floor. His dance bag dropping to the floor as he shrugs.

“Practice,Y/n.” He mumbled his body moving past yours, your grew worried when he bumped into you and winced. “Fuck.”

“Oh honey, let me he-” he cut you off with a growl, his eyes holding a cold glare at you.

“No, I don’t need help. With my dance, or with anything. God just leave me the fuck alone.”

“I just wanted to help.” You whisper ,your head bowing making him scoff.

“Just go away god!” His eyes watch you, a cold stare making a shiver run through your body.

“Fine.” You numble turn on your heel, and walking out the door slamming it behind you.

Rap Monster

Originally posted by slapmon

Spinning around in his work chair you couldn’t help but click your tongue. He was busy with memorizing the lyrics and you thought bringing him dinner would be a nice Jester since he probably wouldn’t be coming home. But before you had grabbed you things to join him, he texted the grop cjat, with you in it and was ranting about how needed space, the boy didnt even hint at him typing and sending it to the group chat with you in it. So it was no surprise when he came into his studio his face went fom joyfuy and full of excitement do confusion and annoyance.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, when you grabbed the bag of food, a single boxof rice and some pork and tossed veggies his smile grew again. “Oh, thank you babe.” You smile at him then grab another bag.

“Change of clothes, blanket, some shampoo and bathing stuff so you don’t have to steal Suga-oppas, a few notebooks.” His eues widen as you stand up.

“Your not staying?"his question made you raise your eyebrow at him.

"Do you want me to?” His face fellll as he shook his head no. 'The why ask?“

"Because you usally do, and I was hoping you werent because I love you but Ive fel-”

“Sufficated? Trapped, yesh I know, wrong group chat by the way.” Your words made his eyes widen as he went to grab your hand.

“You wer-”

“I know, but I did.” You whisper made his step back as you push past him

“I love you.” He mumbled making a tears fall.

“Do you love being with me though.” And you walked out his studio making his heart break.

Jimin

Originally posted by jimiyoong

“Jimin just stop!” You snapped as he tried to push himself to workout, his body falling to the ground. That dudnt even stop him, his eyes glare at you as he stand and starts to do it again. “You know what fine, faint for exhaustion and dehydration for all I care!”

“Can you support me for once?!” He growls stopping his body turning to you as he limped over the sorness of his muscles finally getting to him.

“Not when your destroying yourself. God Park Jimin.” You say as he stands in front of you.

“I’m not destroying myself, you’re just holding me back!” At this you turn on your heel and walk out making him go and try to chace after you onlynto fall to the ground calling for you.

V

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Stop being a child!” Your voice screamed at him, his body sitting down on your shared bed. He had chosen to hide you cell phone and laptop which you needed due to a very important project you were doing in s group.

“Baby I gave them back don’t be all pissy about it.” His words made you roll your eyes as you cross your arms.

“I couldve been done with my part, and spent the rest of the night with you and actually get some sleep. But you had to be a little brat and waste all of my time!” He let’s out a laugh quickly covering it up with a cough. You scoff and turn around and walk out of the room.

“Now who’s being a child!”

“At least I know when to stop being one!” And slam with the front door echoing in his ears.

Jungkook

Originally posted by 7bboys

“Can you not be a child for once.” He snaps making you jump back,the rest of the boys looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kook she was just laughing.” Jin spoke putting a hand on your back. Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned back to his video game.

“Yeah, I know. It’s her trying to be cite laugh and it-”

“Shut up Jeon Jungkook.” You snap, crossing your arms, your lower lip jutting out naturally.

“See now you’re doing the stupid pouty lip thing.” He grumbled making you glare at him, he rolls his eyes at you pausing his game.

“Piss off you asshole.” You say standing ip, his eyes watching as you walk out of the dorms.



Part 2 is split up in two parts {Vocal Line} {Rap line}