now if only i had guts enough to wear it out in public


(Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.)

Warnings: 6000+ words of smut, Jimin POV, I’ll let you guess what kind of smut takes place

“I can’t believe you managed to injure both of your hands on the same day.” Hoseok’s girlfriend, Sophie, stifled a laugh while she said it. “I can’t tell if you are dumb or just unlucky.”

 Jimin sighed.  He had been stupid and drunk when he and Jungkook went out into the street to play with fireworks.  One went off too close to his hand, burning his right palm requiring a trip to the emergency room where his injury was cleaned and bandaged.  The doctor gave him a lecture about drunk people and explosives and how fortunate he was not to have blasted off his fingers.            

While exiting the hospital, Jimin immediately tripped over the curb and landed with his full weight onto his left hand resulting in a small fracture and return trip to the emergency room to get a splint to immobilize his other hand.   Now, every time Jimin saw someone, he had to suffer the embarrassment of explaining what happened. People had a hard time not laughing when they heard how he managed to get hurt twice in one day.

 “Does it hurt much?” you asked him.

“Not really. As long as I don’t bump into anything or use my fingers too much, it’s okay.” At least you seemed to be genuinely concerned about his well-being. That’s one of the reasons Jimin liked you, you always seemed caring and sincere.  The other main reason he liked you was because he thought you were incredibly hot.  There were plenty of nights Jimin stayed up fantasizing about what it would feel like to be with you.  He wanted to ask you out, but had been waiting until there was some indication that you were even the slightest bit interested in him.  He was starting to think that maybe he had a chance with you, but he felt neutered with his injuries, unable to do things like casually touch you and see how you would respond to his advances.  Jimin resolved to make a move as soon as he had full use of his hands again.

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That’s My Girl

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Summary: Jensen breaks your plans for the evening and you are not happy about it.

Prompt: “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @arryn-nyx

“I can’t believe you’re bailing on me!”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Y/N!” Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.

He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke’s on you because it’s starting to work.

Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?

You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. That’s an exhausting problem that you’ll save for another day. As of today, there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him off the hook this time.

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#342 [Seth Rollins]

Requested, #342, “Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.” - he’s with the whole Triple H feud, you’re also a diva so you just walk out to the ring defending Seth & you break kayfabe (Prompt from here.)

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“See you at the arena?”

“Yep.” You accepted your boyfriend’s kiss, and then watched him walk out of your shared hotel room, luggage trailing behind him.

Returning to your own packing, you glanced out the window trying to determine if you needed any type of jacket over your dress or not. Deciding to take the risk, you packed away all your items, and after confirming nothing was getting forgotten, left the room. You headed down to the lobby, where Charlotte was sitting in a chair, scrolling on her phone, her own luggage around her.

“Hey chica,” you greeted her, gaining her attention.

“Hello my love! Ready?”

“Let’s go,” you confirmed, as she stood up and got her things organized to leave.

“Seth already leave?”

“He did. Few minutes ago.”

“Ya know, I could always just third wheel it? Makes it easier.”

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Requested: Yes


Words: short

Mmeber: Jimin

A/N: This is literally my first smut, please go easy on my ass

“Park Jimin, I swear to…” his fingers twitched, touching this special spot deeply in you and soon you were going to cum on a table in a very public restaurant with the boys around you.

It started very simple. Jimin loved the danger,that was it. You thought that’s why he decided to casually slip his hand in your dress, knowing there is no underwear. He personally forbid you to wear it.

As he was having his fun teasing your folds with feather touches, it hit you what was actually happening. You two had made a promise around an year ago, before the beginning of the “I need you” era. If Bangtan wins “Artist/Album of the year” within two years, he gets to let his sexual frustration wherever and whenever for two weeks. And guess he remembers it, doesn’t he?

He couldn’t just do that. Driving you crazy, lazily dragging his digits between your folds, doing absolutely nothing more than tease you.

It was one if it was you, the boys and their girlfriends, you would’ve let it slip, because honestly the boys are always horny little fucks and do things under the table, but the whole restaurant was closed for all Big Hit employees and artists. And fucking Park Jimin decides that now is a good time? You tried to listen to Taehyung girlfriend, a nice, small creature with hyper active personality, just like her boyfriend. She was telling about their plans with Tae for travel around Europe, but just as you were about to ask from where in Europe they will start their journey, Jimin slammed three digits and the whole thing got too much. You rest your head on the table, making small faces, trying to hold your moans and while Jimin was enjoying it, you were getting frustrated.

Roughly you locked your small hand around his and pull his hand out of your dress. Jimin got your idea, leaned in and whispered. “Let go, now. Or receive the consequences later.” To which you slowly let go of his hand, he abruptly stood up and headed to the toilet. You knew better than not to follow him, so you quickly stood up and followed him.

When you opened the door of the man bathroom, you were greeted with hands around your waist and lips attached to your own. Nibling, biting and short brakes for in-takes of breath were the only times you could practicaly do anything. Jimin on the other hand, had full control on himself and the whole situation. He was aware he had to be really fast and make you cum there and then, because someone could walk in. Which meant no time for an actual fuck, it won’t bring him any satisfaction, but enough time to finish his work of destruction on your body. “Who exactly gave you the right to touch me? I won the stupid bet, now you are mine. That’s what you said, remember? And then you have the guts to stop me having my reward? You are really brave, little girl. But,” two of Jimin’s fingers went back, carrasing the folds, not featherly anymore. More rough. Making you cry out loud from the pressure and pleasure “for now, you shut this little sassy mouth of yours and let me finish my canvas.” Suddenly adding a third digit in the whole mess, you cried out Jimin’s name quietly. His fingers worked quicker and quicker, making you lose your breath, wanting him to go even faster, closer to the edge of the bliss. And as if he heard the unspoken prayers, he speed up to such extent, tears formed in your eyes, making mascara slowly run down your face, but successfully reaching the paradise.

Jimin helped you ride out your orgasm, helping you come down from the skies. “Clean your hands mister Commander.” Jimin smirked and licked his fingers, making a new pool down your legs. “Be really careful with your words, baby. At home you’ll really call me Commander.”


We are sharing wet dreams and talking about K.A.R.D today

Properly Acquainted

AKA Will and Hannibal flirt and shamelessly dry-hump in a Halloween store. I’m… almost sorry for this?

This is the first of my giveaway fics, for @captainwingdings, who placed second and requested a fic based on a dream they had:

Young Will encounters Med student Hannibal at a halloween store. I had a dream last night where Will (age 20 in this) was visiting family (or his cousins, just pretend he has them) during Halloween time, and he goes with his little cousins (like age 17 or so, so not that little) to a massive Halloween store. Cue slightly older (Med student?) Hannibal. Because what better time to kill some pigs than when everyone is setting out gory decorations? So basically Hannibal takes a liking to Will and kinda follows him around the shop because Will knows all these bloody facts and keeps telling his cousins. Hannibal is automatically smitten, of course, and goes out of his way to talk to Will and press his body up against his in the tiny aisles.

I took some liberties with plot, but hopefully the spirit of the dream is still there!

Also on Ao3 here.

“I want that big axe! I bet you could cut someone’s hand off with an axe like that!”

Will found himself at the local party outlet, babysitting his niece Abigail for the afternoon. Halloween was coming up, and Uncle Will, a criminal justice student at the local community college, was the ideal choice to help pick out the most gruesome costume.

“Well, um. The axe would be a particularly bad choice for any kind of close-range combat.”

“Close… what?”

“Look, you want to be a scary killer, right?”

“Well yeah. Duh.”

“So, you need an effective weapon. The axe isn’t going to do you much good in a fight. You’re really only going to want it for hacking at things from about arm’s length.”

They were currently in an aisle full of plastic fake weapons, the kind you could carry around spattered with fake blood and spook out all the little kids in the neighborhood – every ten-year-old’s dream.

“Yeah but it’s so BIG! I want that one.”

“How about you try the Bowie knife, that’ll be the most effective.”

“But a knife isn’t as scary as an axe.” 

“But it’s… look, if it were up to me, I’d rather fight someone who had an axe than a Bowie knife. You can see an axe coming and get out of the way pretty quickly. A knife sneaks up on you. And look at the curve on the end – that’s gonna rip out all your guts.”

“Yeah, but the axe is like… so big. I want the axe.” Her well-honed pout gave her the air of a mistreated Bassett Hound, a face that she knew from years of experience was Uncle Will’s kryptonite.

“… fine. We’ll get the axe. But you have to let me mix your fake blood for you, the stuff they sell at these stores doesn’t even congeal right.”

“Uncle Will, you’re so weird.”

“Do you want this costume to be accurate or not?”

“I want to be scary.”

“Accurate is scarier than anything you could come up with, I promise you.”

“Pardon me for overhearing, but I’d have to recommend the butcher knife over the Bowie, if we’re talking close combat. Specifically the Japanese yanagi ba, traditionally used for sashimi.”

“Excuse me?” Will noticed for the first time the man standing to their left in the aisle, perusing a set of generic teen-murder-movie hockey masks. The tall, gorgeous, very well dressed, mysteriously-accented man to their left. Will realized he was gawking and snapped his mouth shut, hoping the man hadn’t noticed.

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Red Coat.


A short and sweet something based on Harry’s glorious red coat from the Kings Of Leon concert a couple of days ago. I woke up to these and my mind has been nothing but naughty thoughts and mental images of Harry in nothing but that red coat since they’ve been posted. 

Not my best smut so I apologise; but, like I said, feedback on my smut is always wonderful because it’s a new topic for me and I need to improve - I know I do! - so your words of improvement will always be great and helpful for me.

** Warning: This includes a little smut and mature language. Nothing too heavy but if you feel uncomfortable then skip this story. **

We could also consider this as some birthday smut in a way because I wrote smut and it was posted on Harry’s birthday … Right? … Yeah? … There is some birthday fluff coming up today though; I promise you. New Daddy Harry fluffy. ;)))

Enjoy. xx

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One Hundred Points to Slytherin (Cora & Stiles)

eternalsterek-broughttolife Cora / Stiles brotp for “If we get arrested, it’s your fault.” 

I had so much fun writing this! I really hope you enjoy it, bb! There is pre-Derek/Stiles of the pining variety as well as pre-Cora/Allison in the same pining way. Oh, also, this is not a Harry Potter AU or anything. They’re just Potter geeks. LOL This is Fic #48 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

One Hundred Points to Slytherin. Cora & Stiles BrOTP. Teen. Also on AO3.

Cora and Stiles are a great team whose latest assignment is recovering a magical vase from the guy who stole it.

“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.” Cora loops the bungee cord around her hand and tugs, testing the strength.

“How exactly did you come to that conclusion again?” Stiles asks curiously, typing the codes needed to hack into the security system. “I’m getting us video access so we avoid running into any of Callahan’s goons. That means I’m doing my best to prevent us from getting arrested.”

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I’m so glad I never personally went through the temple. I’m so glad I decided I needed to part ways with the church before getting to that step. 

What’s funny, and what I’m not sure I’ve ever told anyone, is when I decided to leave, just out of high school and still basically a kid, four different adult women who were (at the time) all active in the church (and one of whom was the wife of a high-ranking local leader) - told me separately and in private, in whispers in the vitamin aisle at the grocery store or asides at a mutual friend’s Christmas party, that they were happy for me that I’d figured it out so young. They didn’t say “I don’t believe any more” per se. But they did say, “I’m glad you’re getting out now, before you’ve made any commitments that are difficult to take back.” One of them later left the church. I think the rest are still in, to one degree or another. Though I could be wrong. I never kept in touch.

I think about them a lot. 

My adolescent years in the church were all me pushing from one milestone to the next, trying to find the deeper truth that I had been told and believed would be there if I was just dedicated enough. If I just searched, pondered, and prayed with genuine openness and intent. Maybe that deeper knowledge would be in Young Women’s. Okay, not Beehives, but maybe higher? Maybe I would find that celestial insight in my Patriarchal Blessing. Maybe Young Women’s is too basic for me, and when I get to Relief Society. Well of course Relief Society isn’t speaking to me - it’s all about husbands and children! Maybe in the Singles Ward I will get the deep sustaining discussion and inspiration I’m looking for (I’ll ask the Bishop if I can start attending early, even though they usually have you wait a year after high school graduation). 

The Singles Ward was just unpleasant. Everything wrong with the church was just amplified once the community was made so noticeably small, and men ten years or more my senior looking at me like the fresh meat on the market didn’t help. But I still thought the problem was with me. If the church was supposed to be the deepest truth, why did everything there - from its perspectives on morality to its explanations of the world and expectations for life - feel so incomplete and shallow?

In the months before I left I often thought, “Maybe I should just go to the temple.” God, I’m so glad mission ages weren’t younger then. I absolutely would have gone, or at least planned for it. I might have, mission call in hand, seen the temple, what actually happens there, and then immediately left the church. Or, because I’d made commitments, I might have tried for the mission and failed partway through. I can’t imagine I would have succeeded on a mission, especially after going through that charade. 

I had the temple built up so high in my mind. There- there was where I’d find the real truth I was looking for. But you don’t usually go through the endowment ceremony unless you’re getting married or going on a mission. I genuinely was considering asking for special permission to attend the temple early, in the time soon before I left. It seemed so clear to me that there was some gap between what the church was claiming to be, what it was promising, and what I was experiencing. I just needed more knowledge. I just needed more light. The temple was where everything would be explained and I might finally understand.

I think if I had gone through I would have been devastated. 

I think I would have cried that that’s what it was about, that that’s the supposed high profound thing… and it’s just reinforcements of gender roles and recited prayers. (I thought we didn’t have recited prayers? I thought that made us special!) I think the portrayal of Eve, who I had a lot of feelings about, would have gutted me. And having to wear a veil. And needing a man to get to heaven. I would have felt so stupid, and small. That there were only two choices: either everything I’d lived for was just hokey nonsense, or that I myself was designed to be secondary and servile for eternity and all the parts of me that wanted more were broken or evil.

I’m glad I found out about the temple when I did, the way I did. I’m glad I only saw it after I had some distance from the church. It hurts to think about how confusing and upsetting it would have been if I had found out what happens in the temple while hoping and believing it would be the most exalted experience I could have on earth, that would separate me in wisdom and knowledge from all but a lucky few. 

“I’m glad you’re getting out now”, I was told, secretly, privately, over and over when I left just around my 19th birthday. It’s better, I was told, to get out young. And I was confused, though happy to have found silent support when I was getting so much loud and public pushback from my family and leaders. 

But ten years later I get it. I’m glad I left when I did too. I’m glad I didn’t cling to something longer, let it devastate me or mislead me any more than it already had. I’m glad I didn’t waste time serving a mission. I’m glad I didn’t marry someone and have babies only to realize my mistake once a family is relying on me to be who and what I’d promised to be while I was still a kid thinking her parents couldn’t be wrong about something so big. 

I’m glad some part of me switched to “no, this can’t be right” before I’d gone a single step further into the church. And I’m so, so glad I never went through the temple. 

My transition wasn’t easy, but it could have been so much more painful.

One Last Time Finale (IX)

Characters: Hoseok (Jhope) & Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff & smut

Series: Intro, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8,  Chapter 9 (Finale) 

Word Count: 11,151 

Summary: Hoseok is a member of a very successful boy group, BTS, while you are a trainee, who is getting ready for debut. The two of you have been dating for two years, but he suddenly left you without another word. No explanation. No apology. Nothing. You were left to suffer and find the answers yourself. If only you knew how painful the truth was going to be, you wouldn’t have been so determined to find out. But one thing that hurt more than the truth, was what the past could bring.

Hii :) I know that it’s been a while since I’ve last uploaded and I’m so sorry about that…Sometimes life just liked being an asshole.. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to finish this series, but I hope that you have all liked it? I want to thank everyone who told me how much they enjoyed the series, your words really helped me with the whole writing process ❤️ I always love to hear that you guys think! I will be uploading really soon I promise, I have a little surprise coming up 😄 Until next time, remember to reblog, like and share~ Happy Reading~ 

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Four hours.

Five hours.

It has been five hours since you arrived at BTS’ dorm with no one but you inside. The plan was for Hoseok to meet up with you after practice for the two of you to go on a late night walk. Or at least that was the plan five hours ago, but here you were impatiently tapping your feet against the floor while you lied perfectly still on the sofa.

This wasn’t the first time that he had been late on a date, so you never blamed nor rushed him.

You didn’t noticed that you fell asleep until you felt someone softly nudge you awake.

“Hey.” He sweetly smiled the moment he saw you open your tiresome eyes.

“Hi.” You smiled extending out your arms to invite him into a hug.

Smiling into the hug, Hoseok mumbled,

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You smiled enjoying how well your bodies molded together.

“I’m sorry for taking so long. We suddenly has a meeting about our upcoming album after practice. I wanted to call you and tell you not to wait up, but my phone died and I couldn’t ask the other members for their phones because were rushed into the meeting room right after practice.” He pouted.

Having dated Hoseok for at least a year now, you knew how hectic and unexpected his schedule could be, so never once did you complain about it.

This was the life of an idol.

And you were about to learn this first hand.

Although some days you wished that you and Hoseok could publicly walk hand in hand without a care in the world, it was highly unlikely that the day would come anytime soon. With his career and your future career on the line, a public relationship was never an option. Even though you never told Hoseok, you hated that a part of you was getting sick and tired of your short and private meetings.

But for Hoseok, you decided to keep all the negative thoughts to yourself, and just enjoy each other’s presence for as long as you can.

Like most dates that you’ve spent in the dorm that he shared with his managers and members, and the rest would usually leave the two of you alone in the living room.

Recently Hoseok due to his busy schedule, he seemed out of reach due to their comeback and preparation for their concerts. You were worried that like most celebrities, he would break it off because he was too busy to care about you, but you never had the guts to bring it up to him.

You could never imagine living without him.


Since  it was now two in the morning, the two of you decided to just enjoy each other’s presence while cuddling on the couch watching your favourite drama, Descendants of the Sun. Suddenly Hoseok grabbed a small dark blue accessory box out if his back pocket.

“I got you a present.” He smiled.

“What is it?” You giggled seeing how happy he was.

“Open it.”

Nothing but a gasp came out the moment you opened the box. You were speechless.

Inside the box was a pair of silver rings, which both seemed to replicate ropes twirling and tying around each other.

“Do you like them?” Hoseok nervously asked when you didn’t say anything.

“I love them.” You smiled with tears in your eyes.

“I know that I haven’t been around much lately, and even if you don’t tell me how you feel, I know you’re not happy. Trust me I’m not either. While touring in Canada, I walked past jewellery store and saw these rings and automatically thought of you. The knots going around the bands represent how we’re tied together. Forever.”

“I love it so much. Thank you love.” You smiled as you pulled him close into a hug until he was practically lying on top of you.

“I love you.” He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“I love you too.” You smiled until your cheeks started to hurt.

Leaning back to get a better look of your flushed face he said,

“I know how much going public with our relationship means to you, I’m trying to convince them I really am. I promise I’ll doing all that I can.”

Shaking your head you said,

“The ring is more than enough.”

“Do you promise to wear it forever?”

“As long as you always wear it too.” You smiled as you slipped the ring onto his ring finger on his right hand.

“For you Y/N. Always.” He said as he slipped your ring on.

Unfortunately Hoseok was only able to keep the ring on for about two weeks, before he eventually had to take it off because fans were starting to wonder why as all the rest of his accessories changed, he still kept the same ring on his right hand.

You never blamed him for taking the couple ring off. How could you blame him? He was protecting his fans and his job.

But even so, you couldn’t help but hate your bitterness from threatening to surface.

You loved Hoseok with every cell in your body.

You weren’t ever mad at Hoseok for protecting his job and fans, but that didn’t stop you from just wanting him to acknowledge you when the two of you were outside in public.

“How public do they have to be?” You mumbled as you saw yet another picture of Hoseok and Hani hugging at a park.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but envy how compared to when you and Hoseok were dating, Hani and him were able to publicly hug, hold hands, kiss, and most importantly, acknowledge each other’s existence.

Dammit Y/N. Get your shit together.

The sound of someone knocking the door caused you to look up from your phone.

Knock. Knock.

“Come in.”

In came a mysterious man who looked around his late 20s carrying a fresh basket of flowers.

“How are you feeling Y/N?”

Who is he?

“I’m sorry you are?” You asked.

Settling the basket on the couch, the man said,

“Oh. Sorry I forgot to to introduce myself, I’m Jason.”

Giving him a confused look, you tried your best to remember ever seeing this man, but there was not a single part of you that remembered a thing.

“I’m sorry do I know you?” You asked.

Nervously scratching the back of his neck, he said,

“We.. uh.. haven’t actually met before. I’m Jessica’s husband, Jason.”


Jennifer has a husband??

Seconds passed by, as you continued to stare at Jason in complete shock.

Noticing how pale you suddenly looked, Jason worriedly asked,

“Are you okay Y/N? Are you feeling alright? Should I go get a doctor?”

“No. It’s okay.” You quietly said.

“I’m sorry for coming without a warning, but I wanted to come see you as soon as I can. I’m so so so sorry for what had happened. I’ll pay for all the hospital fees without a doubt. This was all my fault. I should have taken better care of her. I’m so sorry.” He abruptly apologized.

As you continue to stare at Jason, your mind was running nonstop at the words that were coming out of his mouth .

How is all this his fault?

When did Jessica get married?

Why did she still come back if she was married?

What does he mean by he should have taken better care of her?

Was Jessica sick?

After minutes of blankly staring into space, Jacob was the first to speak up again,

“Y/N. I’m sure you have a lot of questions to ask me, and I’ll willing to answer all of them. It’s just… um… I know this may be too much to ask from you, but I’m begging you, can you please drop the charges from Jessica?”

Finally turning your focus back to Jacob, something about the desperation and guilt in his eyes made all your previous anger suddenly simmer down.

Patting to the chair next to the bed, you said,

“Okay. Tell me everything.”

And everything is exactly what he told you.

From Jacob’s words, you learnt that both he and Jessica were once trainees under Big Hit Entertainment along with Hoseok. The three of them were best of friends, but when Hoseok started dating Jessica, Jacob and Hoseok’s friendship became bitter and eventually they stopped talking, leaving Jessica as their middle person. With Hoseok busy preparing for his upcoming debut, as bad as Jacob felt, he and Jessica started spending more and more time together which lead to Jessica cheating on Hoseok. After years without a planned debut ahead, Jacob and Jessica were tired of waiting and decided to leave Seoul and try to start their own business in Busan. Right before leaving Seoul that was when Jessica finally confessed  about her long affair with Jacob, and broke things off with Hoseok, which left him broken and hurt. The two eventually got married in Busan and their cafe were starting off on a good start. Just when they thought that everything in life were going smoothly after finding out that Jessica was pregnant when they’re first child, while cleaning the cafe one day, she accidentally slipped down a flight of stairs and lost their first child. Not being able to handle the sudden lost, Jacob said that Jessica started acting out of character and became emotionally unstable. While Jessica was resting at home, the business at the cafe started to worsen, which only made she more anxious. Eventually, Jacob said that Jessica’s condition had gotten so bad that their family doctor had to refer them to a psychiatrist who said that Jessica needed someone to tend her at all times.

Everything seemed fine for the first couple of days, but it wasn’t until Jacob got home late one day that he found a pile of uneaten pills at the bottom of their trash bin and when he went to confront Jessica, she was no where to be seen. When he went to ask the nurse who was living in their house, she didn’t know where Jessica went either. Jacob knew that without the medication Jessica was going to be highly dangerous to not only herself but also to the people around her.

“I’m so sorry.” Jacob repeated over and over again when he noticed how shocked you were.

“Don’t be.. this isn’t your fault.”

“I don’t expect you to believe everything I say. I’ll show you all of Jessica’s health records and I’ll even get her treated in this hospital to prove that she isn’t normally like this.”

“I’m so sorry about what happened.” You said seeing how torn Jacob looked.

“No Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t stop Jessica sooner. I know I’m asking a lot from you to drop the charges, but please can you consider it?”

Nodding, you handed him a tissue and said,

“I will.”

“What the FUCK?” Hoseok shouted the moment he read the news on his phone.

Rushing out of the bathroom, barely pulling his sweater down his torso, Jin asked, “What? What? What’s wrong?”

“What is she thinking??” Hoseok angrily asked.

With the members all joining Hoseok in the living room, they all confusingly looked at him while he was busy scrolling through the news article, hoping what he saw was a lie.

“Hoseok? What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked.

“She said it was an accident.” He answered.

“What accident?” Yoongi asked.

Looking at the members in complete disbelief, he said,

“Y/N dropped the charges and the company told the reporters that it was an accident. She dropped all the charges. What is she thinking? How stupid can she be?”

“Wait. Hyung. Calm down. Sit down and tell us what happened first.” Jimin insisted as he pulled a now panicking Hoseok down towards the couch, in which after countless long breaths, Hoseok told the members all about the news report that he had just read, and the long phone call that received days ago from Jason.

As the members all sat in complete silence letting every sink in, Hoseok was the first to turn to Namjoon and said,

“You need to go talk to her.”

“What? Me? Why me?” Namjoon asked.

“She won’t let me go visit her, so I can’t go ask her myself. And you’re the closest to her.” He pointed out.

“Hoseok. Bro. I have a lot of things to do right now. We have a concert coming up and we need to go and practice. Did you forget that? Shouldn’t we be focusing on our concert first? I’ll ask for you after the concert.”

“Namjoon. You don’t understand. I need to know please? Just a couple of minutes that’s all. Please?”

Seeing that for the first time in the last couple of days, Hoseok was willing to talk to the other members, Namjoon felt himself slowing nod to him, in which for the briefest second, he along with the other members were able to witness Hoseok’s bright smile.

“Y/N? Y/N? Y/N? Are you here?” Namjoon asked the moment he entered the hospital room.

After searching through the entire room and seeing that you were no where to be seen, Namjoon decided to wait patiently on the vacant couch in the room.

After a long walk by yourself, you finally returned to your room where you were welcomed with the sight of Namjoon quickly hopping off the couch.

“Namjoon? What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Hey. I’m here to.. visit you.” He awkwardly laughed.

Noticing how off Namjoon seemed, you eyed him suspiciously before taking a seat on your bed and said,

“Okay. Well come sit down.”

The moment he sat down, something instantly felt different. Namjoon seemed a lot more quiet, and when you looked at him, he seemed to be lost in thought.

“Is something wrong?” You asked.

“Huh? No.”

“If you say so..” You sighed.

After minutes of complete silence, with nothing but the sound of the clock ticking, Namjoon finally spoke up and said,

“I uh… I heard you dropped the charges… against…. Jennifer?”

“Um…Yes? Yes I did. Why is something wrong?” You asked.

“If you don’t mind me asking.. why did you… drop the charges?”

Giving him a questionable look, you knew without having to ask that Hoseok was the reason why Namjoon was here today, asking this question. So you let out a sigh before asking,

“Namjoon? Don’t you have a concert coming up… like next week? Shouldn’t you be practicing right now instead of coming all the way here to the hospital to ask me about the case?”

Letting out an awkward chuckle, he said,

“I um.. I care for you as a friend. I.. uh.. I wanted to know that you were okay.”

“He brought you here didn’t he?” You sighed.

“W-What? No.”

“Namjoon. You’re an awful liar.”

“Okay… so maybe he did ask me to come see you, but that’s not the only reason why I’m here. I care about you Y/N. I need to know why you suddenly dropped the charges without telling any of us.”

“I don’t really need to tell you anything. I’m an adult. I can make my own decision. Besides, what’s done is already done. I can’t change anything.” You shrugged.

“I’m asking you as a friend. Y/N. I care about you just like how the rest of the members do. We’re all worried about you.”

Seeing how serious Namjoon looked, you sighed,

“Okay. Fine. Yes. I dropped the charges because a few days ago Jacob, Jessica’s husband, came to find me and explain everything to me. Having heard what she’s going through, I decided to drop the charges, and because it was only going to attract negative attention to both of us. And… I figured that if the reporters were to dig any deeper that they might find out about Hoseok. I didn’t feel like he didn’t to be dragged into this.”

“You still care about him. Don’t you?” Namjoon asked.

“Does it even matter?” You sighed.

It’s over.

“He still cares about you Y/N.” Namjoon admitted.

“Cool.” You mumbled as you turned around to hide your saddened face.

You didn’t question how much Hoseok cared or missed you, he couldn’t change what’s already been broken. The two of you couldn’t go back and fix anything.

It’s over.

That’s that.

Three months later

With the other two members busying themselves with constant schedules, you were left back home, awaiting for the day that the doctors and company finally allow you to go back and practice.

At first you were happy to go back home and live with your parents since you were able to visit your friends often, but then as time went by, having that your friends had jobs, the plans came less frequent, and you were left rotting at home in your pyjamas. Not only were you tired of being a couch potato, but you had a growing fear that the fans would eventually forget you.

Here you were, three months after living back home, that you decided to call your manager in hopes that the company were finally ready to let you go back to practicing,

“Oppa please. I need to do something. Please? Like I could just go in and do vocal training? I’ll stay away from anything active like dancing or working out, but can I please just go back?”

“Y/N. You know we can’t do that. Your doctor said you need a lot of rest. You still need to go to physiotherapy. As much as we’d love to have you back, you know that we can’t say yes until the doctor gives us the okay.”

“But.. I feel so bad that I can’t interact with the fans at all. All I can do is post pictures once in a while. I want to meet them face to face. Elizabeth and Seoyoung are both so busy with their schedules. I want to promote the group too.” You pouted.

Although you knew that your manager wasn’t going to agree, you couldn’t help but feel even more disappointed when he completely shut you down and said,

“Y/N. For the last time, no. I know you want to play your part in the group, but we can’t risk you getting hurt. So for the time being, don’t do anything too active that will slow down your recovery process. Okay?”

Knowing that you weren’t going to be able to persuade your manager, you reluctantly agreed and ended the call.

“But.. I’m so bored.” You groaned into the silence of your house.

After an hour of flipping through channels on the television with nothing to watch, your boredom was quickly saved by a call from Rebecca, the owner of your favourite cafe shop.


“Y/N! I’ve been trying to reach you for forever now! The moment I heard about your accident, I tried to go visit you, but your manager said that only people from your company and family were allowed, but that’s fine. I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t been able to contact you. How are you? I was so worried about you.”

“Don’t worry I’m doing a lot better now. No need to worry about me. ” You assured.

After minutes of catching up, you learnt that the cafe had recently been really packed, and being the only one working in the cafe, she was finding it hard to work all by herself.

“I even tried to hire people, but none of them really knew their way around in the cafe.” She sighed.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, and you excitingly asked her,

“I can come help you!”

“What? No Y/N! You need to rest. I wasn’t telling you all this to ask you for help. I just thought that we could catch up with each other since I haven’t talked to you in a while. I’ll find someone to help with the cafe don’t worry.”

Being so desperate to leave the house, you lied,

“No! Rebecca… I’m all better don’t worry about it. Please let me help you out. Please? Before I debuted, you’ve let me help behind the the counter remember? I know my way around the cafe. I can help you don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get hurt again. I feel like I should be asking your managers first just to know if you’re really okay to help.”

“No! Don’t worry. I’m totally fine. If you’re worried, I can just work as cashier. Please?”

“I… I don’t know Y/N. What if fans start coming in asking for photos and autographs? Are you sure your company is going to be okay with that?”

That’s perfect!

You were smiling on the inside just thinking about seeing the fans again that you immediately said,

“That’ll be perfect. This could be like my little event for them. I haven’t been able to interact with them face to face for awhile. This would be just perfect. Please? Pleease?” You begged.

Finally giving in, she said,

“Okay.. if it’s really okay with you, then okay. But if you get tired, you have to tell me right away okay?”

“Yes. Yes! Thank you so much!”

On the day of

Seeing that you were fulling clothed and ready to leave the house, your mom asked,

“Where are you going?”

“Oh. I’m meeting from friends at the cafe. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” You sweetly smiled.

Without a single ounce of suspicion, your mom told you to have fun.

Although you often rode the bus back to Seoul, this was the first time that you could barely contain your excitement. You knew that the moment your company found out that you planned this event without telling them, they were going to be mad, but you needed to thank your fans for supporting and waiting so patiently for you.

“Rebecca I’m here!” You greeted the moment you entered the cafe.

“Y/N!” She ran to you with open arms which you gladly accepted.

Taking a long whiff of the familiar smell of coffee, you instantly felt like you were home.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” You smiled.

“Well… if you’re ready, I’ll train you for a little bit and then we’ll be ready to open.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Hyung. Hyung! Hoseok hyung!” Taehyung continued to nudge Hoseok who was staring blankly out the car window while their manager were driving them to their next schedule.


“Have you checked Y/N’s latest tweet?” The younger asked.

With just the mention of your name, Hoseok turned his full attention to Taehyung,

“What? What did she post? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. Don’t worry. She just posted that she’s working at a cafe for a day as a special event to get to interact with her fans.”

“Oh. Y/N is working at the cafe that you like.” Yoongi said showing Hoseok your post.

Even though Hoseok knew that they were on a tight schedule, he had only one thing on his to-do list right now, and one thing only.

He had to go see you.

“Hyunggg. Are you thirsty? Don’t you feel thirsty? How about we go get a drink?” Hoseok asked.

The rest of the members snickered at Hoseok trying to coax the manager to drive by the cafe.

“Why? Do you want a drink?”

“Uh. Yeah. I’m thirsty. Right guys?” Hoseok asked while eyeing the other members for some support.

“Yeah. I’m thirsty too.” Jin quickly said.

Mentally thanking Jin, Hoseok turned to the manager and said,

“Hyung. You must be thirsty too. How about we go get a drink before we go to our next schedule? We have some  time right?”

Having heard the entire conversation just seconds ago, the manager knew exactly why Hoseok was so persistent.

“Hm. Okay. The cafe that Y/N is working at right now right?”

“H-Huh? Uh… yeah.” Hoseok blushed.

Once the van arrived to the cafe, the manager turned to the members and said,

“I’m going to go and get our drinks. Tell me what you guys want.”

While the members were all blurting out their order, Hoseok was staring through the window where he got a slight glimpse of you at the counter taking orders.

I missed her.

Hoseok automatically frowned at the sight of you clenching your jaw in pain.

She’s still hurt.

“Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. What do you want to drink?” The manager asked the dazed boy.

“O-Oh. An iced americano please.”

“Okay. I’ll get the drinks now.”

“Wait. Hyung. Can… you help me tell her.. to be careful of her body..?”

Giving him a nod, the manager quickly got out of the cafe and entered the cafe that was filled with fans holding supporting signs and wishing you a fast recovery.

“Next.” You called for as you held tightly onto the edge of the counter to steady yourself.

“Are you okay?” Rebecca asked the moment you saw your face scrunching in pain.

“I’m okay.. Just have been standing a lot.” You weakly laughed.

“Let me go get a chair for you.”

As the owner ran to get you a chair, you turned towards the line of customer and you were surprised to see BTS’ manager standing right in front of you. You instantly knew why he was here. No one but him and Hoseok knew about this cafe, and you were certain that their manager wouldn’t willingly drive here by himself since it was far from the company.

“Oh. Hello.” You warmly smiled while trying to hod in the pain.

With a slight nod, he asked,

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay.”

“Y/N! Here. I found a stool. There’s a back to it so you can sit back while working at the cashier. If it’s too much just tell me, and you can go home.” The owner said while giving you an apologetic look.

“Hey.. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Thank you for the chair. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” You said while giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you in a lot of pain?” He worriedly asked.

“Huh? Uh.. no. I’m okay. Just.. a little tired.” You mumbled hoping that he didn’t see you clench your palms in order to subdue the pain.

“They’re all very worried about you. They were sad that they couldn’t visit you anymore since you went back home.”

“Yeah.. I still get messages from them asking how I’m doing.” You slightly smiled.

“Ahh.. Well I should stop holding the line now. Can I get 6 iced americano and 2 ice chocolate.”

As the manager was paying, you had endless question running through your head, but nothing came out.

How are the members doing?

Are they getting enough sleep?

Are they eating well?

Are they forgetting to eat their meals?

Are they skipping meals for their upcoming concerts?

Are they all dieting?

Are they healthy?

Are they happy?

Is… Is he happy?

Is.. he happy with her?

Does he still think of me?

“Y/N?” The manager called out.

Clearing your thoughts, you said,

“Oh. Sorry. Do you need your receipt?”

Shaking his head, just as he was about to move to the other end of the counter to retrieve his drinks, he turned around and said,

“Be care of your body.”

“Huh? Oh.. Thank you.” You smiled.

“He told me to tell you that.” He said before walking off.

Without realizing, your lips stretched into a wide smile and you instantly felt better.

He does care…

Needless to say, when the cafe finally closed, your body was screaming in pain but you were still proud of yourself for pulling through.

“Thank you so much for helping me out today. I owe you big time.” The owner smiled.

“How about.. free drinks for a week?” You winked.

Laughing she said,

“How about free drinks from now on? Thanks to you, today was one of our busiest day. I owe you one. Big time.”

“Can’t say no to that can I?” You laughed.

Once the cafe was all cleaned up, you grabbed all the presents that you fans gave you and said goodbye to Rebecca.

“I’ll see you soon!” You smiled as you headed out the door only to be met with the face of your very unamused manager.

“Oh. Oppa… Hi.” You waved.

Without returning your greeting, he asked,

“If we hadn’t found out about your ‘special event’ for the fans today on line, would you have told us?”

Seeing how upset and worried he looked, you knew better than to talk back, so instead you just apologized.

“I’m so sorry. I knew that if I did tell you ahead of time, the company would automatically shut me down. So I had to plan this secretly.”

Letting out a loud sigh, your manager said,

“I know Y/N. We’re just worried about you. We all just want you to get better soon.”

“I know… and I’m sorry for worrying you guys.”

Seeing how tired you look, your manager linked your arm around his for support and the two of you started walking towards the company car,

“Come on. I’ll drive you home.”

“Does this mean you’re not mad at me?”

“You wish.” He said shaking his head.

Pouting at his answer, you decided to stay quiet as fatigue started to kick in.

Once settled in the car, you frowned at your manager’s worried look as he said,

“Don’t keep pushing yourself like this. You need to be careful of your body. We all really care about you.”

I know. I know you all do.

“Okay.” You promised as you stared out the window admiring the dark city night that you’ve missed seeing for so long.

One Month Later

“You want me to be the special MC for next week’s music show?” You asked, practically jumping with joy.

“Yes. Since we got the okay from the doctor, we thought that maybe you would be interested in being on the show. I know this isn’t much of a massive schedule, but we thought that you would like this one? We also have a segment that where we thought maybe you would like to perform. We reached out to Davichi and asked if they were willing to be on a special stage with one of the MCs, and they said that they would gladly do it. How does that sound? ” the PD said.

“Yes. Yes! I’ll do it!” You happily smiled.

“Great! So they were wondering what song you would like to sing with them. They said that they were open to anything even if it may not be their song.”

“I can choose?”

“Yes. If there any song that you feel extra special about? Or really like? A song that you are really passionate about?”

“Yes. Davichi’s This Love.”

This was the one song in particular that you’ve recently fallen in love with and felt emotionally attached to, and you were happy that the PD agreed to it.

You knew fully well that you didn’t choose this song just because it was one of Davichi’s, nor was it just because it was from of your favourite drama, but instead this was going to be your way of saying goodbye to Hoseok. Officially.

One week later

“Wait. I have to go interview each group?” You asked the manager the moment you got the script.

“Yes. Apparently that’s part of your role as the special MC. Why? What’s wrong?” Your manager asked.

“It’s… nothing…” You mumbled before you quietly walked out of the waiting room.

Suddenly you felt more nervous about the interview rather than your special performance with Davichi.

“So.. we’re going to have to do door by door and interview each group right?” Alfred, Seoyung’s younger brother and also the special MC of the day asked.

“Yeah. Basically.” You sighed.

“I heard.. BTS are performing today. I can’t wait to interview them!”

Oh.. right.

Suddenly just the thought of Hoseok made your palms sweat. It has been a couple of months since you have last seen him, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to start seeing him again just yet. You were still too raw from the break up, that you were certain that you were no where near ready to interview him.

Suddenly a thought came to mind and you turned to Alfred and asked,

“Wait. We can still interview a group even if one of their members aren’t around right? Since we’re running on a schedule we can’t.. just wait for all the members to be present. Right?”

“I uh. I think so. I think that’s okay. A lot of the interviews don’t always have all the members present. I think?”


Grabbing your phone out, you quickly sent Jungkook a text message,

Hey! I’m coming for a quick interview. Are all the members in the waiting room?

If.. he’s not around.. we can just interview them now right?

“Where do you want to start?” Alfred asked.

Luckily you didn’t have to make much of a decision because Jungkook quickly texted back,

Heyy  We’re all in the waiting room except for Hoseok hyung. He’s out right now. Why?


Without answering back, you tucked your phone back into your pocket and told Alfred you were going to go to BTS’ waiting room first.

Knock. Knock.

“Come in!”

“Hello boys!” You cheerfully greeted the moment you entered the waiting room.

Letting out a sigh of relief to see that Hoseok wasn’t in the room, you happily smiled at each member.

“Y/N!” Taehyung happily greeted while running up to you, until he saw Alfred holding a camera in which he quickly stopped his tracks.

Chuckling, you said,

“It’s okay. The camera isn’t recording just yet.”

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked.

“I’m today’s special MC. I’m suppose to go around and ask each group different questions that their fans want to know.”

“Hoseok isn’t here right?” You asked.

“Yeah.. uh.. he went out… Should we go get him?” Namjoon asked.

“No! Uh.. Don’t do that. It’s fine.” Perfect.

“Um.. okay and who is this ?” Namjoon asked nodding to the now shy Alfred who was practically hiding behind you with the camera in his hand.

“Hello sunbaenim! I’m Alfred from the new group Phoenix ” He bowed.

“Ah. Just call me hyung it’s fine. No need for the formality.” Namjoon smiled as the two shook hands.

As you were busy greeting each member, you had completely forgotten about the interview until Alfred nudged you and whispered,

“Noona.. We still have an interview that we need to do.”

A slight tinge of red ran across your cheeks and you gestured him to the turn the camera back on.

“Okay so just like I said, we’re here to ask you some questions that your fans are most curious about.”

As Alfred gave you the thumbs up to indicate that the camera was recording, you gathered up the remaining six members and started the interview,

“As today’s special MC, I was given the role to help your fans ask you some questions, are you all ready?”

As all the members nodded, you said,

“The one question that most fans were interested in were what are your ideal types.”

“Hoseok?” Hani asked the moment she noticed that Hoseok stop replying to her questions.

It has been months since Hoseok has last seen you, and for the first time in awhile, he thought that he was starting to come to terms with the fact that the two of you ended, but hearing that he was going to be in the same building as you made Hoseok anxious.

I wonder how is she now.

I wonder if she’s happy.

I wonder if she’s healthy.

I wonder how well she’s recovered.

I wonder….

I wonder if she misses me.

“Hoseok?” Hani nudged again, this time stopping Hoseok’s trail of thoughts.


“Are you okay? I was asking you whether you were going to be able to come over this Christmas because my parents wanted to meet you.” She smiled.

Hoseok weakly smiled at her, not knowing what to say.

Hani was beautiful. Gorgeous without a doubt, but no matter what he tried, Hoseok was unable to get you out of his mind.

Even though Hani was sometimes able to stop him from thinking about you, it was always temporary. He felt pathetic, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop his mind from drifting towards you.

Finally speaking up, Hoseok asked,

“Your parents really want to meet me?”

“Yeah. They’ve been dying to meet you.” She laughed.

Hoseok hesitated for a second,

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea..”

“It’s been a couple of months Hoseok. My parents are going to get suspicious if you don’t finally come visit them.”

“I’ll see if I can fit it into my schedule okay?” Hoseok answered the moment he entered the waiting room, only to stop at the sight of you smiling at all the members.

It was that smile. That genuine smile that Hoseok missed. He missed seeing that smile around him. He missed how his heart fluttered the moment you smile at him. He missed how happy you made him feel the moment you smiled. He missed the feeling of your happiness radiating off of your body the moment you smiled. God. He missed you so damn much, and it took all he will to not run up to you and hug you.

“Oh. Hoseok-ah!” Jin called the moment he saw the younger one stare in complete shock.

You immediately froze at the mention of his name.

What…? I thought that he wasn’t going to be here.

As you slowly turned around, the moment your eyes met, you no longer thought about the remaining members around you, nor did you remember that Alfred had the camera on, or that Hani was staring at you with an expression what you couldn’t quite understand. At that very moment, it seemed as though you and Hoseok were the only two people in the room, and it wasn’t until then that you realized just how much you truly missed him.

Sure. Some time to time you did think about him, but without seeing him, the yearn for him was bearable but now that he was standing just meters away from you, you felt yourself slowly crumble.

It wasn’t until Namjoon nudged you that your eye contact broke.

“Don’t make it so obvious now Y/N.” He whispered.

Clearing your throat, you mumbled,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And turned your attention to Hani, who was happily linking her arms around Hoseok’s.

Although you often saw pictures of the two together, you never imagined how much more it would hurt to see the both of them together, right in front of you.


As you tried to happily greet the two, you noticed how fake and hard your smile was, and you just hoped that the camera won’t be able to pick that up.

It wasn’t until Alfred signalled you that the camera was turned off that you felt your legs finally give in.

Thankfully Namjoon was right beside you and supported some of your weight. You legs felt like jello from all the standing.

“Sorry.” You awkwardly laughed as you tried to steadily stand on your own.

“Are you okay?” Jin worriedly asked as he too carefully supported you on your wobbling two feet.

Nodding you said,

“I’m okay. Thanks. It’s just been so a while since I’ve stood for so long let alone on these heels.”

Nodding at both Jin and Namjoon to remove their hands for you to try and stand on your own, you were able to stumble a couple of steps towards the door until one of your ankles gave you, but luckily Hoseok quickly ran towards your side to support you.

“Be careful Y/N.” He warned.

The sudden close proximity between the two of you left you feeling lightheaded and you hated yourself for feeling to weak.

Hoseok was your weakness.

And you hated yourself for not being able to control your furiously beating heart.

“Thanks.” You mumbled as you shook his strong arms off your body.

“Noona! Are you okay? Should I go get you a wheelchair? Or your manager? Or maybe a cane? Or cruches?” Alfred worriedly asked.

“I’m fine. It’s okay.” You assured.

“Are you sure? I can carry you to your waiting room.” Hoseok insisted while trying to lessen the distance between the two of you.

Instantly taking a step back and avoiding his hard stare, you said,

“It’s okay. I’m fine. We have a lot more groups to go to.”

“Y/N.. I don’t.. think…” Hoseok stuttered.

“Let’s go Alfred.” You nudged the younger one.

“O-Oh. Okay. Let’s go. I’ll support you.” Alfred said while giving you his arm to hold onto.

“Hoseok-ah?” You called out right before you walked out of the door.

“Huh?” He quickly ran up to your side the moment you called for him.

“Watch the special stage that I will be on with Davichi at the end of the show. It’s… for you.” You calmly said before you walked out with the help of Alfred, who was giving you a just as confused look as Hoseok did.

“What was that all about?” Alfred asked.

“Nothing.” You mumbled.

“So.. Should I pretend to also ignore the fact you were sobbing after the dry rehearsal this morning?”

“You saw?” You froze.

“I’m not dumb Y/N. I saw how swollen your eyes looked after the rehearsal. I mean I’m not doubting that you can’t get emotional over a song, but to actually starting sobbing on stage? Does this song have a special meaning for you?” He asked.

Letting out a sigh, you said,

“The PD told me to pick a song that I’m really passionate about, and this song just happened to be it. This performance is just me thanking someone who has always been by my side, and also finally saying goodbye to them.”

Frowning at your saddened face, he asked,

“Why are you saying goodbye to someone who you’re thankful for?”

Looking at Alfred straight in the eye with tears threatening to fall you said,

“Because I need to let go of them to be happy.”

Just you tried calming your racing heart before the live performance, from the corner of your eye you saw Hoseok quickly approach you.

“Hey.” He said breathlessly from all the running.

“Hi.” You tightly smiled.

“I just… uh.. wanted to wish you good luck on your performance. I know you’ll do fine, I just.. uh.. wanted to wish you good luck anyways. And I’ll watch the performance for sure. Don’t worry. In fact I think I’m going to be watching from here.” He smiled.

Taking one last good look at Hoseok, you suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to cry just thinking that this was going to be your final goodbye.

There was no denying the fact that you still loved him, but you knew you had no choice but to end it. Finally.

“Thank you.” You mouthed just as the stage workers were rushing you and Davichi onto the stage.

The moment you got on stage you were overwhelmed with the amount of fans that were holding signs for you and Davichi.

They’re here. For me. For us.

The moment the whole auditorium started to play the soundtrack, you thought about nothing but the lyrics.

For once you weren’t thinking about Hoseok.

For once you weren’t thinking about Hani.

For once you were thinking about your fans.

And for them, you sang your heart out.

For him, you sang the lyrics with all the passion that you had in you.

For him, you sang for him.

One Last Time.

If I turn back time

Will the memories get erased too?

I know I’m saying thing

That I can’t even do

I’m just saying this out of guilt

For making things hard for you

For making you live in tears

But for me

I can’t live outside of you

For me, only times that are coloured by you

Are passing by

I love you, I thank you

For holding me so warmly

I can live because of this love

I guess love is like that

No matter what you say

It doesn’t feel like it’s filling up

Even if I think it’s just  my greed

These feelings won’t go away easily

You know, for me

I can’t live outside of you

For me, only times that are coloured by you

Are passing by

I love you, I thank you

For holding me so warmly

I can live because of this love

If I go back, will I be able to endure it?

All those hard time?

When I see you, who isn’t shaking

My lips tremble

You know, for me

I can’t live outside of you

For me, only times that are coloured by you

Are passing by

I love you, I thank you

For golden gem so warmly

I can live because of this love

I can live because of this love

The moment the music ended and the fans were screaming from admiration, reality had finally set in. You just sang live with one of your favourite duets. You just sang live in front of your fans. You just said goodbye… to one of the most important person to you.

As the worker hurried the three of you off the stage, Davichi thanked you for the amazing performance and you thanked them back saying that you would love to perform with them again.

Minkyung asked,

“ Are you okay? You’re crying a little…”

I am?

You automatically touched your cheeks in which you were surprised to feel how wet they were.

“Are you okay?” Haeri asked.

Embarrassed, you quickly wiped your tears and said,

“Yes. I’m pretty fine. The song.. is just so nice. I just get emotional every time I listen to it, let alone sing it along with you two.”

While checking the recording, you turned around and was both happy and disappointed to see that Hoseok was no where to be seen.

I guess.. this is goodbye.

The moment Hoseok entered the waiting room with his face completely fallen and tears rimming his eyes, Hani quickly approached his side and sighed,

“Why are you doing this to yourself Hoseok?” Hani sighed.

“Doing what?” He said wiping the tears away.

“You can’t keep hiding all these things from her. You’re clearly hurting just as much as she is, if not even more. Why not just tell her the truth? You can’t keep hiding everything from her. This will only make her more mad.”

“I know.”

“So? Why not do something about it. She loves you Hoseok. It doesn’t take a genius to figure this out. You still have time. I know that you still love her too, so why not just go explain everything to her now, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“You know I can’t do that. Telling her won’t make this any easier for either of us. If I tell her, I know that we’re bound to secretly try and meet up, and that won’t be any better for either of us. This… is the best thing for us.”

“So what? You’re going to just hope that five years from now, she’s going to wait for you?”

“I don’t know… If she does, I’ll be there waiting for her. But.. if she doesn’t, then I guess this is it.” He said with tears in his eyes.

“Are you planning to just hide this from her for forever? How many more secrets are you going to hide from her Hoseok? As a friend to… a friend, I care for you. And you deserve to be just as happy as she deserves too.”

“I know. I know. Just let me do this. One Last Time.”

Six Months Ago

“Hoseok-ah.” One of the manager called him the moment he entered the dorm.


“Where have you been all day?”

“I was at the hospital why?”

“Visiting Y/N again?”

“Yeah. We’ll becoming a lot closer now.” He smiled.

As the manager hesitated, Hoseok asked,

“Um.. is there something wrong?”

“No… Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to tell you that Bang PD wants to talk to you tomorrow first thing in the morning.”

Although Hoseok found it odd for the Bang PD to only want to see him alone, he didn’t think much of it, and told the manager that he will go early tomorrow morning.

Later that night

“Namjoon?” Hoseok asked the moment he entered Namjoon’s studio.

After a few taps on his keyboard, Namjoon turned around to face Hoseok and said,

“What’s up?”

“Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Uh…. Not entirely. Is there something that you need me to do?”

“Yeah.. Bang PD is meeting me tomorrow and I don’t think I’ll be able to visit Y/N tomorrow. Can you go for me? You don’t have to stay for long, unless you want to. I just want to make sure that she’s okay.”

“Um. Sure. No problem. Do you know what the meeting is about?”

Shaking his head, Hoseok said,

“Thanks. I have no idea. Our manager wouldn’t tell me. Can’t be anything big.”

Having accidentally hear Bang PD and their manager’s conversation, Namjoon knew exactly what the meeting was going to be about, but seeing the smile on Hoseok’s face, made it impossible for him to say anything.

“Okay.. well.. good luck.”

Smiling with amusement, Hoseok said,

“Um.. thanks?”

Once the conversation came to an end, Hoseok excused himself and once again thanked Namjoon.

Letting out a loud sigh, Namjoon mumbled,

“I’m sorry Hoseok-ah.”

The Next Day

“You want me to what?!” Hoseok almost shouted.

Being slightly taken back by Hoseok’s out burst, Bang PD warned,

“Lower your voice. I need you to go on a date with Hani in which there will be reporters who are going to follow you and take pictures.”

“What? Why would I do that?” Hoseok asked.

“As a publicity stunt. Simple.”

“But.. But.. I don’t get it… Why do I need do that?”

“If you would’ve at least paid a little attention to the things surrounding you, besides only going to the hospital to visit Y/N, you would know that your fans are getting suspicious. They’re not stupid Hoseok. They see you constantly going in and out of the hospital. And that’s not even the most important part. You know what the most important part is? With just enough snooping, I bet you, the fans will be able to put everything together. They’ll find out not only that you’re visit Y/N everyday, but also the fact that you’re ex girlfriend is going to be charged with attempted murder, because of you.”

Seeing that Hoseok was about to say something, Bang PD continued,

“Hoseok. You love her, I get it. But have you for once thought about yourself? Have you for once thought about the group? Have you for once thought about your fans? How are they going to feel when they find out about this? Are you willing to risk the group’s future because of your sudden decision to play the role of knight in shining armour for a girl, who might I remind you, you promised to stop meeting. And look where are you right now. Enough is enough Hoseok. You need to start thinking about your role as Jhope in Bangtan and not just as Jung Hoseok.”

Hoseok knew that everything that Bang PD said was correct, but how could he just do this behind your back, especially since now that your relationship was getting better.

“Surely there has to be a different way. A diversion of some sort?”

Starting to get annoyed, Bang PD said,

“Jung Hoseok. you think I wanted to do this? You think I want to start a dating rumour out of no where? Do you think that I didn’t think about how you or your fans were going to feel? I have no choice but to do this, why? Because it’s my job to protect you. To protect the job that you worked so hard to achieve. To protect the success that you and the boys have worked to hard for. To protect your future as Jung Hoseok and as Jhope of Bangtan. I want what’s best for you too.”


He knew that he had no choice but to say yes.

He knew that he couldn’t risk the future of Bangtan or hurting the fans.

He knew what was the right thing to do.

Even if it wasn’t what he wanted.

I’m so sorry Y/N.

Five Years Later

You weren’t hoping for anything.


You weren’t thinking that maybe Hoseok would come back.


You weren’t going to hope that he would come back one day and date you again.





“Ugh. Who am I kidding?” You groaned while frustratingly rubbing your face.

You hated to admit it, but you’ve been dreading for the five long years to pass so the two of you could be together again.

This time.


But here you are, a month and five years after the break up, and Hoseok hasn’t called you like promised.


Just as you were about to rub your eyes in frustration, your makeup artist quickly stopped you while sending death glares your way.

“Sorry.” You weakly smiled.

“Everything okay?” She asked as she continued to work on your eyebrows.

“Everything is fine.. So fine.” You sighed.

“Boy problems?” She asked raising her eyebrow.

“Don’t have anything.” You bitterly laughed.

By now you couldn’t tell whether being single was a good thing or not.

Seeing how sour the mood suddenly turned she asked,

“So.. what’s the special occasion that you’re suddenly switching up your attire and makeup? Do you have a special event to go to?”

Shrugging your shoulders you said,

“I have no idea. All my manager told me was that I should dress a little nicer today.”

“Well.. I’ll try my best.” She smiled.

“You want me to go on We Got Married??” Hoseok gasped the moment his manager told him the big news.

“Yeah. The company thought that it would be a good source of advertisement for the group, and it’s kind of like a follow up for the public after your breakup with Hani.”

Although the break up had happened three years ago, up until this day, Hoseok was still getting questions about why the sudden break up.

The answer was honestly simple. The relationship was meant to be a publicity stunt, and publicity stunt it was, except somewhere along the time Hani had started catching feelings, which is why they ended on such a short notice. The moment Hani had confessed her growing feelings for him, Hoseok felt so impossibly guilty that he practically begged the company to end the relationship. Ever since the break up, Hoseok had made sure to stay out of the public’s eye unless he was working.

Hoseok spent most days practicing until he was bone dead tired, anything to just get you off of his mind.

Here he was a month and five years post break up, and he couldn’t find the courage in him to talk to you again.

Hoseok still loved you without a doubt, but he was worried that you wouldn’t want him back. That maybe he wasn’t the right one for you. Or worse, that you’ve moved on.

“Wait. What? We Got Married?” You gasped the moment you entered the main elevator to head up the MBC entertainment building.

“Yes. You’re going to introduce yourself first to the PD, and then they’ll tell you a little background information and rules and then you’ll have your first interview today.” Your manager said.

“Okay. Right. But why am I only finding out about this now? And why did no one ask me about how I feel?” You asked with frustration slowly building up.

Seeing how frustrated and betrayed you looked, your manage sighed and said,

“Y/N.. we’re doing this for you okay? We all knew how guilty you’ve been feeling ever since you started promoting with the group again. We thought that this would be the best way to allow the public to get to know you better.”

Your manager wasn’t lying when he said that the company did this for your sake, but there was a very important part of the reason why you had to be on the show, that he purposely left out.

A very. Important. Part of the reason behind this decision that he made sure to keep a secret.

“But… our dating ban just ended…” You said, practically hinting to the manager why you didn’t want to be on the show.

Pretending to be oblivious, he said,

“We’re doing this for you Y/N. You’ve been saying how you wanted more schedules, so here you have it.”

“If my love life goes downhill from now on, I’m suing you.” You mumbled, half joking.

“You’ll thank me.”

Something about the amusement on your manager’s face made you feel excitement slowly build from within.

Having been a big fan of the show, you felt weird to hear the interviewer ask,

“Tell me about your ideal husband.”

Trying to calm down your nerves, you said,

“Um.. Personality wise I like someone who is very outgoing and talkative because I’m very shy and it takes me a long time to warm up to someone. I want to meet someone who can be both my best friend and husband? I absolutely love someone who also loves dogs, is very sweet, caring, and very hard working. I find men who are very hardworking to be very attractive.”

Letting out a giggle, the interview asked,

“And what about appearances?”

“Um… looks have never been my first priority when liking someone. I always feel like appearances are more of a bonus? I mean by the end of the day, when we’re all old and wrinkly, we’re almost all the same.” You shrugged.

“Do you have some idols that you would like as your virtual husband?”

Without thinking you instantly thought about one person, and one person only.

Jung Hoseok.

Trying to be subtle you thought of a few more idols before you said,

“Uh.. Daesung from Big Bang or… Jhope from BTS”

“And why do you think that?”

Feeling a little thrown off by the question, trying your best to stay calm you said,

“I really like how they are both have a very happy and upbeat personality. And… they have a very charming and beautiful smile.”

Once the interview came to an end, the writer and producer of the show laid out the contract and told you about the rules and regulations for the show.

“We for sure would love to have you on the show, and before you sign the contract, we wanted you to know that, although the marriage is virtual, we hope that you are able to put in your full effort as if you were actually in a relationship. Meaning that we hope that if you are in a relationship with someone, that you do tell us honestly, and we will go ahead and find someone else. It only seems fair that we tell you know, because we don’t want to disappoint your potential partner, or mostly importantly the viewers.” The producer said.

Do I really want to do this?

Am I ready to do this?

Am I ready… to move on?

After fighting with yourself for countless months, this program seemed like the perfect opportunity to help you move on, so without a chance to second guess, you said,

“I understand. And I promise you that I will put in my full effort into this show.”

Feeling pleased with your answer, the producer said,

“Great. Well. Once you’ve signed the contract just give it to my assistant, and we’ll call you as soon as we’re ready to add you into the show.”

Once you got back into the dorm, you weren’t nervous anymore, instead you suddenly felt sad knowing that you had to put an official end to your five year promise. Although the two of you hadn’t talked in years, it still hurt to think that this would be the last time to say anything.

Suddenly feeling emotional, holding in the tears you slowly opened your phone and searched for his name.


Almost as if he was waiting for your message, he answered within seconds,


How are you?

I’m okay. How are you?

I’ve had better days.

Me too. I miss you.

You felt your heart clench after reading his message. As much pain and tears as Hoseok had brought you, you couldn’t find yourself to hate him anymore, because besides all the sad times, Hoseok had also brought you so many happy and beautiful moments while the two of you were together.

Did you miss him?

Hell yeah.

So much that it hurt you every time to even think about him.

Without hesitating, you sent back,

I miss you too.

You loved him without a doubt, but like you promised the producer, you were to walk into your virtual marriage with the full intention to treat the marriage like a real one, so as much as it hurt, you had to end whatever relationship you and Hoseok have. No matter how much pain you would be in.

As happy as Hoseok wanted to be to have you suddenly talk to him again, he knew that he couldn’t do this. Not right now at least. After talking to the producer of the show, he had just promised that even though the marriage was virtual, that he would walk into the relationship single and truthful. So with a heavy heart he wrote,

I love you Y/N. With all my heart. I’m so sorry that I had caused you so much pain. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t the one to start the conversation after all these years. I was scared that maybe you would be better off without me, but I was too much of a coward to say a single goodbye. There are so many things that I want to talk to you about, but I’m sorry that I once again won’t be able to say anything. I’m so sorry. I promised you five years ago that I would wait for you with open arms until you decide to come back, but I don’t think I can do that any longer. I.. I have to move on Y/N. You deserve someone better. You deserve only the best and I’m so sorry that I can’t be the one. I’m sure the next time you see me you’ll hate me even more.. I can’t be selfish and ask you to wait for me for an entire year. I will always love you. With all my heart and I am so so sorry Y/N.

With tears falling down his face, Hoseok heavy-heartedly pressed the sent button.

Although he knew that it was already over, Hoseok couldn’t help but clench onto his phone while waiting for your response.

I’m so sorry Y/N.

After five agonizing minutes, you had sent a nice and short response,

Okay. Stay healthy and happy. Thanks for everything.

Having known you for so long, Hoseok knew that your brief message showed much less than how you truly felt. He might not have thought that you were heartbroken, but Hoseok knew that you weren’t happy.

And he thought that it was all he’s fault.

Two Weeks Later

As for today’s plan, the staff members had asked you on the day of your first interview where you would like for your first encounter to be, and without a doubt, you told them about your favourite cafe.

And here you were a two week later, walking into the cafe on a chilly winter morning with a mic hooked up to your shirt and cameras following you.

“I’m so nervous.” You mumbled as you settled down on a vacant table at the back of the cafe.

After fifteen minutes, and without your future husband in sight, you decided to take charge and order both of you some drinks.

What should I get?

Maybe it was the atmosphere of the cafe, or maybe your mind was still foggy from Hoseok, because you couldn’t help but remember all the times that you and Hoseok went on coffee dates where the two of you bickered for minutes just deciding what to get.

You must have been too in depth in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear the front door open. It wasn’t until you heard his voice that you immediately turned around.

“I’m so sorry that I’m late. There was a major traffic ja-“ Hoseok stopped mid-sentence the moment he saw your equally surprised face.

Oh. My. God.

After seconds of complete silence, you squeaked out,


“Hi.” He sweetly smiled.

For the first time in what seemed like years, the two of you found yourself truly happy.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced.

“Hello. I’m Jhope, or you can call me Hoseok.” He smiled extending out his hand.

The hand that you hadn’t held in years.

The hand that was soft and yet so rough at the same time.

The hand that you missed holding yours during these cold winter days.

Accepting his hand, you had completely forgotten about the cameras and had your focus panned only on him.

“So.. you’re my… wife?” He asked, trying his best to hold in his excitement and happiness.

“I think so.” You blushed.

To say the two of you were happy would have been an understatement. The two of you were more than happy, way more than happy. This was probably the happiest either of you had ever been since the break up, so it was no surprise that after the first shooting ended that during the individual interviews the two of you were smiling from ear to ear.

“How do you feel after meeting your husband?” The interviewer asked.

“Happy. I like it.” You happily smiled.

“How do you feel after meeting your wife?” The interviewer asked Hoseok.

“Perfect. The two of us really seem to match.” He happily smiled.

“You seem really happy.” She pointed out.

“I am. I really am.” He admitted.

Just as you thought your life with Hoseok had officially come to a complete end, life seemed to have given the two of you another chance. Just..

One. Last. Time.

Klaine Valentines Challenge Drabble - “Outside In” (Rated G)

There’s a man that Kurt’s been trying to work up the courage to meet, but what Kurt doesn’t know is that there’s a possibility that the feeling’s mutual. (1508 words)

Written for the Klaine Valentines Challenge 2017 prompt “Your Song”.

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Oof! Oh my God! I’m so sorry!”

“No, I’m sorry. I should look where I’m going.”

“Well, so should I, so I guess we’re both at fault.” Kurt kneels down to pick up his dropped books, a few of them being handed to him while he shuffles through a mess of papers that are part his sheet music and part someone else’s Music Theory notes. He passes the notes along to their owner, peeking up and smiling at a set of hazel eyes he’s seen more than once, a pair of rosy lips he’s envied time and again, and a face he’s wanted to find the nerve to talk to, but hadn’t yet.

This isn’t the way that Kurt wanted to meet this man, colliding with him on his way out of the NYADA campus coffee shop, but he’s not exactly complaining.

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The City Part 5

Genre: Angst

Summary: Your two year long relationship has ended. With a new apartment and job you’re ready to move on from your relationship. But The City seems to have other plans for you.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings/Triggers: none

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Part 5

It had felt like you had barely just closed your eyes when it started. Both of your phones were thrown across the floor during your reunion and the sound of their constant vibrating was radiating across the floor boards. You rolled over to look at him because you both knew what those calls and texts and probably e-mails meant. He looked at you with comforting eyes and reached over to gently stroke your cheek.

“Are you ready?” he asked you quietly.

“Can’t we just smash our phones? Or flush them down the toilet? I don’t want to leave this bed. I don’t want to leave you. You can’t make me”, you whined. You knew that you eventually had to pick up your phone, but once you did everything was going to change.

Namjoon wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in close. You couldn’t help but bury your face and breathe him in. He still smelled like mint and cedar. “Y/N, you’re not going to lose me. I promise. We are in this together. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you”, he said as he kissed your forehead. As he got up out of bed you let out a small whine.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N,” he tried to comfort you but you knew he was nervous. He reached down and grabbed both of your phones and sat back down on the bed.

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Publicity (Request)

Can you do one where Harry only started to date y/n bc management told him to choose a fan and date her and he choose her bc she wasn’t freaking out when they met, but she doesn’t know it’s a publicity stunt and when she founds out she gets all sad and want to leave him, but he confess that now he really love her? - lazy-nightcollector


You didn’t know how you ended up as lucky as you did. Dating Harry Styles was something that millions of girls could only dream about, and you were living that dream. Especially considering that you weren’t famous or anything like that; just a normal, every day girl who really loved One Direction and made a point to try and get to as many of their shows as possible.

It had all started back a few years ago when you and a friend had won special, backstage passes to a One Direction event. You had both gotten to meet the boys one-on-one and spend some time with them as part of your prize. Your friend had way less chill than you did and spent most of the afternoon freaking out whenever one of them spoke to her. You, on the other hand, managed to keep your composure much better. That’s not to say that you weren’t excited; inside you were practically screaming. But something about Harry’s presence made you calm. The way he spoke and looked directly into your eyes made it a lot easier for you to respond like a normal human being.

As you were leaving, Harry had pulled you aside and privately asked if he could have your number. It was definitely not something you were expecting, but under the circumstances (this was Harry freakin’ Styles), you obliged. Not expecting much to come of it, you were shocked when he called you a few days later.

It had started out simple enough. You met him for dinner a few times, he took you to a movie, he showed you a few of his favorite spots around town and got you used to being hounded by cameras and paparazzi every time the two of you ventured out in public together. He always adamantly denied the “dating” rumours when they were brought up by interviewers, but after a few months of hanging out the pictures could no longer lie. Harry - being a notoriously private person - took you out in Los Angeles one night to a club and kissed you in front of dozens of photographers and fans. After that, the media had a field day. Dating rumours could no longer be denied or shrugged off; Harry Styles had a new girlfriend and it was you.

Some days, it felt as if nothing had changed. With Harry being away most of the time, your day-to-day life went off without a hitch when he was gone. You barely ever got spotted by photographers when you were out by yourself because they weren’t looking for you. There was the occasional time that you saw something about yourself on the internet or your Twitter notifications suddenly spiked, but you got used to it.

When Harry was home, however, life was a delight. He made you feel like a million bucks whenever you were together. It seemed as though he was shooting all caution to the wind and didn’t care who saw you together or what you were doing. You would go to media events, he would take you to award shows and show you off on the red carpet, go with you to a fancy club and display massive amounts of PDA for anyone to see. There were a few times were it almost seemed as if he were overcompensating for something and you would get a slight twinge of concern or confusion in your gut, but at the end of the day he was still your Harry. He told you that he was so comfortable being around you and was so in love that he finally didn’t care who knew about it.

You and Harry had been dating for over a year. He and the boys had just finished their last tour and started their hiatus and you were excited to have him around more often.

He was out visiting you in Los Angeles when everything went horribly wrong.

You woke up that morning to find Harry no longer in your bed. You knew he was an early riser, so once you woke yourself up a little more you tiptoed out of bed and down into the kitchen wearing one of Harry’s sweaters. You could hear his voice in the kitchen as you approached and realized that he was talking on the phone. Not wanting to disturb his conversation, you waited outside in the hallway. You weren’t specifically meaning to hear what he was saying, but it was hard not to. The words he spoke made your blood run cold.

“I know that’s what we decided in the beginning, but it’s different now.” Pause. “I can’t just leave her.” Pause. “No! This wasn’t part of the agreement! The point was to get some good publicity and then I could break it off whenever I wanted, but now I don’t want to!” Pause. “Well, sometimes things change in a year.” Pause. “No, listen, I’m not -” Pause. “Of course I’m with her right now! Look, I’m done with the set up photo opportunities and planned interview questions. I actually care about this girl now, I’m not going to play your game anymore!” Pause. “Yeah, well I think that you can go to hell. I’m not your puppet anymore. Have a nice day.”

You heard him let out a long sigh after he hung up the phone. You didn’t realize that you hadn’t taken a breath almost the entire time he was talking. Your heart was pounding and your eyes were stinging.

A set up?

Your whole relationship had been a set up?

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student teacher!jimin

  • Park Jimin - the new student teacher at your school, leaving your jaw dropping when finding out that he’ll be teaching your class
  • you can’t help but start straightening yourself up and paying attention in class because he is really dedicated
  • you start staying late and for after school hours, and a few of your female classmates are annoyed by your rash actings, though Jimin doesn’t say anything
  • you start dropping hints that you’re into him, but Jimin being the oblivious keeps addressing you as the student you are 
  • you participating in school activities and volunteering in helping him and the teacher more often, which surprises your teacher a whole lot
  • your grades increasing and Jimin praising you for your hard work in studying, and you squeal at that
  • Jimin asking you to help him out around class; printing paper works with him, looking over his graded sheets, and editing any mistakes he may have made
  • you curiously asking if he has a girlfriend, and him blushing at your question
  • his girlfriend suddenly showing up at the school one night and your heart gets broken
  • of course he has a girlfriend, he’s a college student who has a future all set ahead
  • you becoming a mope around and is back to your old self again; failing classes, ignoring your classmates and teacher, and pretending that Jimin doesn’t exist even when he calls for your name and or asks for your help
  • Jimin trying to speak with you during lunch one day, but you just tell him to bug off because you don’t want to deal with some hopeless sparks
  • you and Jimin go on with days in not talking to each other, until you hit the clubs with a few of your friends and finds Jimin and his girlfriend fighting; him yelling at her and she slapping him across the face
  • you ditching your friends to see if Jimin is okay, but he brushes you off rudely and ignores your existence like what you’ve done with him
  • Jimin goes to school as if nothing happened but loses focus when trying to teach, which your homeroom teacher tells him to take the day off
  • you asking your homeroom teacher for Jimin’s info and lying that you have something of his to return, which you had borrowed previous days earlier
  • you creepily walking back and forth on Jimin’s apartment closed gates when stepping up on his place, but there is no turning back, however you keep fighting about leaving him alone until his voice is heard from behind you
  • Jimin invites you in his house and you see him carry a bag of takeout food, which he places on his coffee table
  • you asking him if he’s okay, bringing up about the topic of what happened and Jimin shrugs it off by lying that he’s perfectly fine, but you know he’s deeply hurt
  • “you know… you can tell me anything… just consider me as your friend today instead of your student!”
  • “i never considered you as student. you’re too old and is graduating soon.”
  • “YAH!”
  • “You dare speak informal to your elder?”
  • you two laughing at the randomness and Jimin thanking you for the comfort, and reminding you to do good in school as your last year is the most important for Universities
  • you making a promise with Jimin then, saying that if you get accepted in a great college, he’ll take you out to a fancy dinner, and the man agrees
  • you turn back into a bookworm again for the sake of Jimin, not because of the promise but because he’s livelier again
  • Jimin noticing you more and more as you hang around him like a tight shoelace, and grows fond of your personality
  • you openly flirting with your male classmates without knowing, and Jimin gives you a slight pout to grab your attention 
  • Jimin cracking his boiled egg on your head to peel the shells off, a punishment for when your eyes were looking elsewhere besides him, and you punched him on the arm in return
  • you inviting Jimin over for dinner when staying after school with him on grading papers, and his stomach growls
  • he also helps you study in return when you’re left alone in your living room by your parents, and the sudden attraction between you both fondly grows
  • Jimin coming over to visit on occasional late nights, literally sneaking in from your bedroom to only enjoy being in your presence
  • your admiration for him grows more and more, and before you know it, you’re both lost in a bliss of your first kiss together
  • Jimin inviting you over to his place for a date, and the kissing saga continues with endless cuddles and flushed faces digging in each other’s necks
  • Jung Hoseok; a night class volunteered dance teacher and Jimin’s best friend, openly ships you both when he catches you opening the door to Jimin’s apartment, because you slept over and is embarrassed since you’re wearing Jimin’s shirt that is over-sized on you, and only an underwear on
  • both you and Jimin doing the dirty in school whenever you’re both feeling it, and it’s mad crazy but it doesn’t hurt to try being caught in public, and with that mind thinking, things goes crazy
  • the students begin noticing the closeness between you two, though you both thought you’re hiding the relationship well until you overhear your homeroom teacher scolding Jimin
  • “i don’t care what your relationship is with that student, whether it be friends or not. but the school is talking, Mr. Park. if you want to become a teacher you worked so hard in doing, you better not make a name for yourself that will ruin your career forever. don’t let a little play thing destroy you.”
  • you never mentioning to Jimin that you heard what happened, because maybe he’ll toughen it out and tells you that he cares no matter what
  • you noticing the distance Jimin begins putting on you both, and you’d understand well if he breaks it off with you nicely
  • you catching Jimin entering a love hotel with an arm hooked onto his ex-girlfriend, and your heart breaks at the sight
  • arguments ensues when you confront him about it, but Jimin denies everything and tells you to leave him alone, for he needs space
  • Jimin’s ex-girlfriend breaks the news when you try setting up a date with Jimin after a week of space
  • “he says he’s tired.”
  • “of what?”
  • “of this. of you. he doesn’t want to hold you any longer than he already is.”
  • “yeah?”
  • “yeah…”
  • “okay.”
  • “okay?”
  • “well yeah. if Jimin wanted break up with me so bad and return to you, then he could’ve just told me.”
  • you never cried so hard in your life that night when going to sleep
  • you skipped school for a few days, but then returned as someone else, someone who wore their skirt shorter, unbuttoned their top until your cleavage was barely showing, wearing a deep shade of red lipstick, and literally disobeying the school’s rule
  • you were in detention for a whole two weeks due to the behavior of your appearance, but did it matter? you were getting guys to look your way, and made sure it was Jimin who caught you having a hot make out session with a male student in the copying machine room
  • Jimin visits you one night at home, having to the do the dues of setting straight with the student’s parents that their child is dressed inappropriately at school
  • you end up opening the door instead and tells Jimin to bug off, but he doesn’t and asks for your parents because he’d like to speak with them, but you tell him that they aren’t home and Jimin already knows
  • Jimin pushes himself inside your home and kisses you harshly on the lips, making you cry out for him to stop but having you melt within seconds when his warmths embraces you completely
  • you’re a mess with Jimin and you’re both lost in ecstasy when he takes you on in your bedroom
  • the next day is left as if nothing happened when eyeing each other at school, and you look more normal than the days you had before
  • Jimin slips a note inside your textbook to meet him at his place after school, and you’re so excited that you rush to the restroom to tidy yourself up but gets attacked by a few male classmates
  • Jimin comes to your rescue of course, and the classmates sprints away, stating you of bad names 
  • you’re in the care of Jimin when he takes you to his place, and the man takes care of your wounds
  • “are we… okay now?”
  • “didn’t last night explain enough?”
  • the tint shade of red is shown across your face, and you quickly shy away from staring at Jimin, but he tips your chin up and kisses you gently on the lips
  • “i’m sorry.”
  •  “for what? taking advantage of me last night?”
  • “was that what you took it for? i took it as make up sex…”
  • “well yeah Jimin. we didn’t even make up with words, and you just ever so rudely barged inside my house and fucked me. god knows what will happen if my parents were home.”
  • “that is why i asked even though i knew they weren’t.”
  • “excuse me? and what if i had lied?”
  • “their car wasn’t parked outside. i observe your home very well.”
  • “like a stalker?”
  • “you calling your boyfriend a stalker now?”
  • you nearly squeal when Jimin mentions of the b word, and you immediately lower your head
  • “but aren’t you back with your ex?”
  • “no. i purposely used her to get you to think wrong only. she hated my guts for it, and tells me that i’ll be living in regret.”
  • “she’s right about that.”
  • “of course she is, because she told me that i never looked at her as the same way i did with you, and said losing you would be my biggest mistake.”
  • you don’t say anything but remain in silence of those cheesy words
  • Jimin circling the back of your hand with his thumb and raises it to his lips to kiss, and smiles sincerely when seeing you blush even redder than before
  • “can we… perhaps… start over?”
  • “but what about your career? your future? i don’t want to ruin your life. a play thing like me can’t afford to have you lose that smile.”
  • “so you already knew?”
  • “yeah…”
  • “why didn’t you say anything?”
  • “i don’t know. i thought you were going to be a cool guy and tell off the teachers. i guess it only happens in movies.”
  • Jimin laughs at your silly words and then leads you to his bedroom, showering you with soft and light kisses along with worshipping your body and just you entirely
  • as you think about what’s to come with your relationship rekindling with Jimin, you remember then that you’re both back to square one; forbidden
  • you return to school and realizes that Jimin have resigned from his student teacher position, stating to your homeroom teacher that he’s changing his major 
  • your homeroom teacher brings you up at as the topic, and this time Jimin doesn’t bite his tongue but let’s loose and says that because he is infatuated with you, he can’t let it go even if his life depended on it
  • as Jimin turns to leave, you pop up to meet him from the school gate’s entrance
  • “why did you do it?”
  • “because movies can be reality.”
  • “yah, Park Jimin! This is real life!”
  • “i know, and i’m doing it for us. besides, i never wanted to be a teacher anyway.”
  • “hm?”
  • “i wanted to be a dancer just like Hoseok.”
  • “ehhh, no wonder your hips are so great at moving.”
  • “i know, right?”
  • “shut up!”
  • “i’ll see you later, my little sinner.”
  • you continuing the rest of the semester without Jimin, and your homeroom teacher basically hating you for whatever reasons there is to hate, all because she couldn’t get Jimin and you did
  • you getting accepted to many of the great colleges, and Jimin proudly praises you, telling you that he’ll support 100% if you even decide to go to school out of town
  • you meeting Jimin through a damn scavenger hunt after your graduation, and is angered that he didn’t bother showing up
  • Jimin greeting you at the finest restaurant when you finally finish the pieces to the scavenger puzzles and immediately gets seated from across him
  • “i hope you like your promise.”
  • “i hope i do too, because i’m starving!”
  • both you and Jimin begin to eat, racing even because you both start a mini competition on who’ll finish their food the fastest
  • he takes you back to his place after the fancy treat, and worships you as the goddess you are, making sure that whatever left your mouth were music to his ears
  • “i love you,” he says it first as he wraps you in his arms.
  • you look up at him, your eyes drowning in his and murmurs the same three words back too, “i love you too.”
Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 30

This weeks update ended up being the most fun one that I’ve written in quite a while. Ah, I love drama (when I’m the one writing it) hahaha. I hope you’ll like it, people and enjoy~

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: Min Jae refusing to leave you alone pisses you off. That he’d also end up getting in your head, by telling you something that you didn’t know whether to believe or not, was not what you had expected, though.

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Gif Submission:

Pair: Jim Moriarty x Reader

Prompt: You’re a skilled hacker who has found yourself working underneath the most dangerous criminal in the world. After trial, error, and generous amounts of rage and fighting, Moriarty finally finds that it’s time to pop the big question.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,826

Author’s Note: Oh god, so sorry this took so long. ;-;. Any gif used is not my own. Credit goes to the original gif-maker.

Requested by: @ohyesmarvel

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tddk day 1: heroes/villains

loosely based from this tumblr post about an intern contacting villains for make-a-wish requests

Midoriya Izuku was a fan of heroes. He wanted to be one, once upon a time. He had All Might’s posters and figures all over his room, and he even recorded most of All Might’s interviews. Heroes were cool, and they were the light the world needed. They were the people who should be admired, who children should follow after.

So the moment he heard the child’s request, he couldn’t help but stop and stare in bewilderment and apprehension.

“What do you want again? Sorry, I must have-”

Shun, small and sickly, turning 7 years old next week, said, “I want to meet Mr. Shouto.”

“The-” Izuku stuttered, unsure of what to do. “The villain?”

“Yes,” Shun answered stubbornly. “He’s the best.”

He swallowed down the immediate responses in his head, like “All Might is the best” or “but he’s a bad person”. Instead, he took a deep breath and asked, “Why do you think he’s the best?” Children think differently from adults, he’s learned that from working in All Might’s Make-A-Wish foundation.

“He saved my family,” Shun said, eyes wide and full of admiration. “He stopped Endeavour’s fire from burning our house! It was so cool!” He giggled, finding his own words funny. “Oh, but it’s a secret.” He put a finger on his lips, turning serious. “Deku-san, you can’t tell anyone.”

Izuku doesn’t think anyone would believe, even if he did tell.

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Two Truths and a Lie (Part 1 of 2)

Below, my first attempt at a piece for Miraculous Ladybug, which has as of late taken over my life! I’d hoped to post this all as a one-shot, but boy did it ever get long. This will be cleaned up and posted to AO3 once the second part is complete. Enjoy!

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Ladybug/Chat Noir, Marinette Cheng/Adrien Agreste
Rating: T
Words: 5922
Warnings: Familial angst, eventual fluff bomb, French, awkward dialogue as I attempt to figure out these two losers.


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He had just been trying to lighten the mood a little. It had started like this:

“I have a game we can play.”

From his left, Ladybug groans. Though his gaze had settled over the city of Paris, cast now in the pinks and purples of the twilight sky, Chat still knows his Lady was rolling her eyes.

“I don’t want to play any of your games, Chat.”

It’s the answer he’s expecting, but he can tell his plan is already working. There’s a curiosity resting on the edges of her words, a lilt that tells him she’s more interested than she’d letting on.

“Surely My Lady isn’t afraid of losing to this lowly alley cat?” he presses.

Chat turns to her and raises one eyebrow dramatically. He’s able to duck away from the swat she aims towards the side of his head, but he’s completely incapable of ignoring the hot twist in his gut when Ladybug lets loose a laugh at his antics.

Laughter had been scarce their last few meetings. While he had no idea what life was like for the girl on the other side of the spotted mask, the slump of her shoulders when they met to patrol and the weary sighs that escaped her lips once the thrill of a successful akuma cleansing had cooled told him that all was not well. She’d seemed tired, and distant, and Chat knew he had been little better. School was becoming more demanding, photoshoots and runway appearances more frequent, and akuma attacks more direct. They were up to three attacks a week, on average, with one awful week maxing out at six. Almost always someone he knew. As much as he loved every moment spent saving the city with Ladybug, it was getting harder to enjoy when it meant hours of aching bones and blearily half-completed homework afterwards. He was getting tired of fighting his friends.

“Please,” she says with a snort, “It’s almost not worth playing when we both know I’ll sweep the floor with your fuzzy behind.”

“That sounds like something someone afraid of losing would say,” he teases. He delights in the indignant flush that lights up the skin along the edges of her mask. Ladybug’s cheeks puff out; his heart stammers in his chest.

“Are you calling me… a scaredy cat?”

Chat could kiss her. Truth be told, it doesn’t take much for him to feel that way, but there’s something irresistible about the way her lips quirk up when she turns his awful jokes back on him.

“Me? Call you a scaredy cat? That’s something I would never do on purrpose, My Lady.”

This time he lets her land the light smack on his shoulder; the ensuing giggle is worth it. Ladybug pulls her legs up from where she’d been letting them dangle over the edge of the roof and turns to face him. She crosses her arms over her chest, and *dieu* did the challenge sparking behind her electrifyingly blue eyes send a jolt to his system.

“Fine. What’s this game of yours? It doesn’t involve little mouse toys or string, does it Chaton?”

I wouldn’t play any game with you and string in public he thinks, and Chat’s glad he has the sense to chew the words back before he makes a fool of himself, because really, did that even make sense?

He settles for a purred, “Not this time,” and swings his legs back onto the roof. Chat crosses them and turns to face her - their knees brush.

“The game’s simple: two truths and a lie. Each of us will tell the other person three things. Then the other person will say if they’re right or not. Whoever gets the most right, wins.”

Ladybug tenses, ready to pull away. A frown graces her features.

“You know how I feel about discussing our… other lives.”

“It doesn’t have to be about anything like that,” he says hurriedly. He places a hand on her knee, as if that would really keep her there should she change her mind. His Lady was nothing if not a force of her own.

“It’s bound to be personal,” Ladybug argues. She neatly sweeps his hand away and begins to stand. Her reaction was far from what he’s intended, and he scrambles to fix it.

“I loathe Camembert cheese,” he starts, “and I’m allergic to feathers. My favorite color is green.”

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Dearest (Joker x reader)

Y/N’s curiosity got the better of her when she went exploring by herself in an old insane asylum. Little did she know of the murderous psychopath lurking in the shadows, obsessed and determined to break her and make her his.

Chapter 1

Clock was ticking. 10:14 AM. History with the dullest teacher you could ever imagine. He had been going on about how the French revolution was one of the biggest historical events that had ever happened to humankind. Trust me, I tried to pay attention first you know, New Year, fresh start and all that. Now it’s been a month and I’m already exhausted. I was so tired of everything, the same town where absolutely NOTHING happened, the same people who drink the same coffee and wear the same pants and say the same things. I knew that I needed more, but I also knew that I had to stay in school and get this final year over with. 2 months after I turned eighteen I had pretty much decided I wanted to travel and see the world, meet exciting people with fucking weird personalities who made my heart race.

School day was over and I started walking my regular route home. Today was actually a nice day. Blue skies, light breeze and that kind of perfect temperature that is warm enough to make you happy but not so warm that you start to sweat. Whilst walking home I started to think about this really old asylum that had been closed for two decades or something. I always loved old basements in public buildings with old rooms where no one has been for years. This guy in my English class said that one of the doors to the asylum was so rusty that you could easily open it. I’d asked two of my friends to go with me but they weren’t really all that excited about it. Fuck it, I thought. If nobody wants to go with me, I’ll go by myself. The old asylum wasn’t far from where I lived so I took a detour and walked into the woods.

It was beautiful. I think it was built in the 1700’s or something. Stone walls and gargoyles with little decorations and stuff. I was nervous, my heart started beating a little faster because I started to worry about someone seeing me and calling the cops. I tried three entrances but the doors wouldn’t budge. Then I saw a small door round a corner. Brown rust was splashed around the corners, like a frame. I tried the handle and heard a creak. Then I pulled it harder and I felt it move just a little bit. I stopped in my tracks. What the hell am I doing? I mean there’s a reason as to why this hasn’t been turned into a freaking museum or anything. I had heard that every part of the asylum had been left the way it was the day that they closed thirty-something years ago. To heck with it, I thought before using all the muscles I had in my arms to push the doors towards me, just enough for me to slip inside.

I had to use the flashlight on my phone to see. I heard dripping from the ceiling and a few ceiling lamps that were flashing and made a buzzing sound. Turning my phone towards the wall next to me I saw a light switch and pressed it. All of a sudden all the lights in the room went on. Hooly shit. You’d think the light wouldn’t work after decades of abandonment. I kept walking down the empty halls, the click of my heels echoing. I turned a corner and saw and elevator marked restricted area. Instead of a regular elevator button, it had some kind of a code system. Damn it, I thought as I was about to go back and leave when something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. On one of the desks I read Restricted area, project z. Perhaps curiosity did kill the cat, but I got the best of me. I walked over and opened the file, turning pages and reading. ‘’Stationed in (Your/Town), these criminal will be put in containment from April 4th 2016, till September 30th 2018.’’


‘’Wait, what?’’ I said out loud. At the bottom right corner I saw a number. 62974. That’s when the idea hit me. I wrote the number down in my notes and ran back to the elevator, assuming there was no electricity supporting whatever code system was on it, but I thought I wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. I punched in the numbers and pressed the green button. The elevator opened and without thinking twice I walked inside. My heart was beating so fast and so heavy I could hear the sound of my heartbeats in my ears. My chest felt tight, like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. Then I noticed, there weren’t any buttons inside of the elevator. The doors closed and a blurry voice over the speaker said ‘’Going down.’’ The elevator squeaked the entire way down, which felt like forever. When the doors opened, there was a narrow hall with a staircase at the end of it. The door was huge and made of steal. It had the same code system that the elevator had. So I punched in the same code, pushing my luck and the doors opened. At this point I had completely forgotten about sane thinking. I mean, yeah I realized that there most likely was a reason as to way this was hidden inside a case file and not on their Facebook page.

Then I remembered what I had read in the file. There couldn’t be real criminal stationed down here? I decided to walk inside; knowing that I would regret it and it would be the only thing on my mind for the rest of the day. It was another hallway, not too long. Instead of walls there were what looked like prison cells with a thick glass covering it instead of prison bars. I took maybe five or six step before I heard something that made me stop dead in my tracks. My breath hitched and I my gut churned. ‘’Hmmmmm, is that you, doctor?’’ I heard a voice echo from one of the end of the hall. I knew in that moment, that I should’ve turned around and never looked back. But I didn’t want to. Whoever and whatever this was, it was too exciting to pass up. I mean the cell was covered with glass so whoever this was, he would not be able to get to me. Somehow I found the courage to mutter a very weak and nervous ‘’Hello?’’ I took a few steps closer to the cell but stopped a few steps away from it. My legs were now shaking and I couldn’t feel my knees. ‘’Aaaah, you’re not the doctor, are you dearest?’’ I went mute, my brain completely malfunctioning. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again. ‘’Come here. Let me look at ya.’’ I don’t know what it was, but there was something about that voice that intrigued me and made my feet itch. A part of me longed to see what he looked like and before I knew it, I started carefully walking towards the cell where the voice came from.

When the cell came in sight, I laid eyes on him for the very first tim. He was sitting on a bed, with his head down. He was wearing a straitjacket and the only thing I could really see was his vibrant neon-green, slicked back hair. My chest was rising and falling heavily as I stood frozen, staring wide-eyed at this man. Then he slowly raised his head and I could finally see his face. He had tattoos on his ice white face, red lips and black makeup around his eyes. He looked me up and down through the glass wall and his chest rose and fell back down. Then it looked like he got some kind of tick, his head bobbed to the side quickly as he raised his upper lip and growled, revealing what looked like dark-silver grills. Then he looked at me again. The corners of his mouth revealing the biggest smile I had ever seen in my life. He looked like a little child on Christmas morning. Then he weakly chuckled high-pitched as his gaze burned into me. ‘’Well, well, well, what do we have heeere?’’ My chest tightened. I knew who he was. The joker.