nowhere near the end

pile-of-soot  asked:

HI!!!! I just want to drop by and tell you that I LOVE Kintsugi. It's so darned intense and I'm totally in love with pakhan Victor <3 Are we like, half way into the series at this point or are we like, nowhere near the end? I'm torn between wanting to see the ending and hoping this series never ends. LOL (And does Victor not worry about getting his signet ring back at all? x.x)

THANK!!! YOU!!! SO!!! MUCH!!!! I’m so happy people are liking it so far I literally looked at the stats recently and almost cried everyone’s been so overwhelmingly nice

lmao we’re actually not even close to halfway. It’s like 1/3 ??? at this point??? 

 _(:’3」∠)_  I love slow burns and also i hate writing them and YET here we are. why am i like this

Viktor does think about his signet ring from time to time. But ultimately, it’s just a ring and he can get a new one. It will eventually come into play again, as many people have speculated. But how is the real question. ;))))))))))))) Kind of like how he doesn’t really think about that random hot guy he met at the bar the same night–his priorities are “get rid of the enemy” atm, even tho the enemy is TECHNICALLY right in front of him.

And from the very bottom of my heart, from the deepest place your words touched and cut and hurt and destroyed, after four fucking months of nothing but shedding tears for our lost love

I felt the flowers begin to grow back.

—  Moving On
Sugar Sweet | 4 |

word count: 9k (god damn it’s more than the first chapter!!)

genre: smut & fluff (slight angst this chapter)



part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5

a/n: i just really wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who’s been with me as i’ve written SS so far & all the gorgeous people who sent cute asks & beautiful compliments on the series. it really makes me so happy to see people enjoying my works. don’t fret my loves, this is nowhere near ending even though lots of things happen this chapter. expect a lot more to come, i love you all  ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

fuck boi #1 [6:04 PM]: baby girl?

fuck boi #1 [6:04 PM]: where are you???

You hated yourself.

Thinking you had enough time between Kihyun’s last menacing text and your little meet-up, you decided to relax with a few reruns of your favorite show. To which you eventually dozed off watching and woke up to several vibrations of your phone plastered against your cheek. Groggily waking up to the sensations, you’re met with an all too bright phone screen buzzing to life with a dozen notifications, all but one from Kihyun himself.

One small glance at the time had your eyes popping out of your head and your heart dropping. It was a few minutes past 6, and here you were still in what you wore to the laundromat. Launching immediately from your spot on the couch, you don’t even think about responding to Kihyun’s texts; choosing to rush and make yourself decent before you were far too late. Hastily picking out a simple flowy dress that had a cut-out in the midline that you thought was not only very pretty but also appropriate for a mall “date”.

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Our hearts are hurting

Well Hawks fans, as unbelievable as it is, what seemed like a season that would end in a long playoff run just apparently wasn’t meant to be. Although I find a lot of their fan base to be classless, I totally have to give Nashville credit for playing the right way and doing the right things when they needed to. Rinne had the series of a life time. I do not think they were the impossible nut to crack and time will tell when we see how far they go, but they did what they needed to do and got the job done. Our boys simply couldn’t.

There is a lot to learn and sometimes these hardest lessons that hurt so much will ultimately result in huge payoff some time down the road. Perhaps we needed to understand what it means to be hungry again, to ignite a spark in the face of deep adversity that we may have gotten a bit complacent about. Maybe it is a reminder that there are no givens and that every game has to be played with heart and fire. Maybe it’s to do a little lesson in humility because let’s be honest, some Hawks fans can use that reminder.

No matter what it is, as much as it hurts right now, as embarrassed as we are to be swept, as sad as we are to see an amazing season end far too soon, I want us all to remember that it was exactly that – an amazing season. Sure, people will say your season only matters based on how you do in the playoffs but I don’t buy that. Your season is measured over the long haul and the things you accomplish and do well all year. Only one team gets the cup - but every team has to evaluate themselves against themselves. And that’s the harder measurement.

My heart is broken and I am confused and sick and just don’t understand, but that’s probably not my job. My job is to be a fan - and a proud one at that. I love the Chicago Blackhawks – from the top to the bottom. Some of them may disappoint me sometimes with inconsistency but at the end of the day, they have brought me hours of joy (and stress and tears and happiness and fun) and they have connected me with unbelievable friends that I think will last the rest of my life.

The season ended too early and nowhere near how I wanted, but I am still proud to say that I am an unapologetic Blackhawks fan. I will ignore the hatred and mocking that Hawks haters will undoubtedly enjoy for the next few weeks. I will refuse to bite and I recommend you all do the same. Instead, cry for the amount of time you need to but then straighten your shoulders, puff your chest out, and remember that you are a fan of the best team of the past ten years. That you are a fan of the classiest organization in the league. That you are a fan of genuinely good human beings. We have nothing to be ashamed of and we have every right to still be proud of the men we call our team.

Thank you, Chicago Blackhawks. I know your hearts are breaking as much as ours right now but I am proud to call you my team and i am honored to call myself a fan.

Curse of Shortness

request ; 63 with Christopher please?? The reader saying it to him lol (I’m a shorty so this is adorable!

#63: “You’re not short. You wouldn’t understand.”

requested by anonymous.

pairing ; chris x short!reader

summary ; don’t put things on the top shelf of the damn cabinet.

words ; 1002

warnings ; n/a

You let out a frustrated huff, reaching up and standing on your tiptoes to reach something your wonderful husband put on the top of a cabinet just to spite you. Your fingers stretched out as much as possible, the strain causing the skin to turn just a shade lighter. “Oh my God,” you whispered under your breath, looking down and debating what you were going to do.

Then an idea popped in your head. Bracing your hands on the counter, you hoisted yourself up, using your knee to equalize the amount of force you were using. Once you were completely up, you smiled and swooshed what hair had fallen in your face out of it, and reached up. You still had to reach up, but not as much, so you grabbed the mug he put in the cabinet with ease.

But then, just as you were moving out of the way to shut the cabinet, you heard chuckling behind you. “Shut the hell up, Christopher,” you immediately said, hiding a smile behind your faux annoyance.

“Why are you on the counter, sweetheart?” Chris’ words were spoken in a mocking tone, and you could just see the smug smile on his face ─ stupid cute smile.

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This is for @theinstigators, written for @aftgexchange. It’s a teenie bit short, but I hope you enjoy these headcanons anyways! <3

  • In the beginning, Andrew was always the first to wake up. He was not comfortable sharing a bed with someone else. He never had any good experiences with it. Neil, on the other hand, was somewhat okay with it. He used to share a bed with his mother, and was familiar with the solace it brought.
  • After a couple months of sleeping with someone, Andrew does not always wake up violent. In some moments he is able to enjoy the sluggishness and warmth of coming back to consciousness. It is in these moments that Andrew can’t help but appreciate Neil.
  • His face is golden in the sunlight, and Andrew starts counting faint freckles without meaning to. His memory does not give Neil justice. His hair glows fiery red and his scars are prominent and honest.
  • So yes, Neil has freckles. He used to cover them with concealer in the time spent with his mother. But after she was buried he stops wearing it to save on cash. Besides, his father and his men have not seen them up close.
  • As the years pass, Andrew sleeps later than Neil. And because they’ve been sleeping together for some time, adjusting to two cats isn’t that hard.
  • Neil gets up every day around dawn to run around the neighborhood. It’s a time for introspection and letting go of negativity.
  • Once he comes back, he says Andrew’s name. It isn’t noise that wakes him easily. It’s the sensation of touch. But sound does eventually wake him, with less chance of it being aggressive.
  • Usually after a minute or so, Andrew is awake. Not very responsive, but awake. Neil gives him around five minutes to reboot. He is secretly grateful that Andrew is nowhere near as bad as Kevin.
  • Sometimes Neil ends up making sugary coffee for Andrew. He himself eats a fruit of some sort.
  • Other times Neil crawls back into bed despite lots of protests. Andrew refuses to go near Neil after a run. But the cats don’t mind, and so Neil spends a majority of the morning petting Sir and King.
  • Eventually Andrew forces Neil to shower and sometimes he joins him. Neither are complaining by then.
  • Sometimes showers lead to sex. But other times it’s just as good to feel safe in a vulnerable state. And Neil is okay with whatever Andrew offers him.
  • You know how Neil has a neck fetish? Well. Andrew has a hand fetish. But you’d have to kill him before getting him to admit it.
  • And so some nights Andrew ends up studying Neil’s fingers. Tracing every callous, every line, every scar. Sometimes they end up falling asleep in the process. Andrew would wake up in the morning clutching at that hand. And Neil would be curled in, head an inch from the curve of Andrew’s neck.
  • Andrew would find that it didn’t bother him. Being physical becomes more common before bed. As a result, all the nightly touches migrate to the daytime. 
  • In the past, some actions were intimate. Private. But after constant repetition and getting used to things, these actions were more casual.
  • So they would find themselves holding hands, or brushing hair out of faces, or giving tiny pecks. Of course this wasn’t a sudden thing. It was gradual, a trust growing for many years. As it should be.
  • On occasion Neil has lazy days. Days where he aches from from yesterday’s practice. So he’ll dose on and off until noon. Sometimes Andrew stays. Other times Neil is only accompanied by Sir or King.
  • It’s a luxury he truely loves to indulge in once in a blue moon. Years of being on the run leaves no time to relax. But now Neil has all the time in the world.
  • When Andrew does stay, they slide close to each other. Close enough to be considered cuddling, but far enough to deny it later on. Soft conversations are passed between them, floating through the air before fading away with consciousness.  
  • These conversations don’t really have much meaning to them. But for people like them, that was something special by itself.
  • Of course there are bad nights. Nights where Andrew can’t sleep. Nights where Neil sees knives and icey blue eyes. But they’re always there for each other.
  • Neil will murmur quiet reassurances. Restate promises they’ve made over time. Eventually run fingers through Andrew’s hair.
  • Andrew will repeat present memories. Describe scenes from the previous day. Rest his palm against Neil’s nape and call him Abram.
  • Andrew only ever uses Abram to calm Neil down. Never for anything else. It would lose significance if he did.
  • Eventually they’d be okay.
  • As time passes and old wounds stitch up and heal, there are plenty more good days. Days where Neil can’t stop smiling and days where Andrew has too many reasons why he should live. Days where Neil can admit he’s not fine but he’s content and days where Andrew can feel.
  • These good days– these goods days are made from both themselves and each other. And that makes the good days that much better.  

anonymous asked:

if youre taking requests, enjoltaire + truth or dare

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt anon! I actually wrote this about three times because I kept forgetting to save! Here are our boys being silly with a guest appearance from everyone’s fave plot device: the art of Miscommunication. I hope you enjoy !!

P.S I’m still taking prompts if anyone has any they’d like to send!!

Grantaire knows it’s all about to go downhill the moment Éponine gets that smile on her face.

There’s a lot you can learn about someone through their facial expressions- the example in question, Éponine, is currently wearing her ‘I’m about to fuck shit up and I know it’ smile.

Enjolras, who is on the receiving end of said smile, looks nowhere near as terrified as he rightfully should do. Everyone who’s ever played truth or dare with Éponine knows you do not, under any circumstance, ever, choose dare. Enjolras either doesn’t know this or doesn’t care, sitting up proudly and condemning himself to what Grantaire knows will be his end.

He’d always assumed Enjolras would die a martyr, nobly refusing to concede in the face of his enemies. He’d never dreamt that Enjolras would meet his end at one of Courfeyrac’s hastily thrown parties because he was foolish enough to choose dare at the hands of Éponine.

“Enjolras,” Éponine begins slowly, pronouncing every syllable in a way that sounds unmistakably dangerous- a trick she surely learnt from Montparnasse. “I dare you… to kiss Grantaire.”

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5th April - 15th April 2017

I have been so busy the past fortnight, trying to get close to finishing my college project, which is due this coming Monday, that I have hardly had any time to draw in my sketchbook. Anything I did draw was just random scribbles from various points during the day.
Still nowhere near finished the project tho. There is literally no end in sight

The first pages at the top depict a few quick sketches, plus me recording my experience of my first diy ‘stick and poke’ tattoo.
It turned out not too badly. I kinda like the spontaneous nature of it, despite it being slightly uneven.

The second pic is just a quick experiment from during printmaking at college. It thought the gradient effect made using the roller was cool. The third pic is just a double page spread made over the course of a few days, made up of random patterns and doodles, featuring Bro

man I feel like shit because a lot of the pony blogs I was following have ended or are ending and I’m like

nowhere near finished and I can’t fathom how I’m going to

There were at least 2 more arcs in lovestruck derpy following the current one

and Discord Whooves… Ugh… a lot of the originally planned stuff needs to be cut out or re-written entirely and it’s hard to figure out where to even begin. I want to cut it down to maybe 3-4 more arcs max but even then it sounds like way more than I can even handle any more. All I know for certain is the current arc with Octavia that I WILL finish. After that… I’m really not sure where I’m going to go with the blog, I just know I’ll have to figure out how to close things up quicker because I don’t want to be stuck on this long after peoples’ interest have died off.

I love mimicking art styles! Its a great learning process! Its sad I can’t practice this stuff with a drawing tablet, however. I still somewhat enjoy how this came out though! (Even if it is full of flaws and its nowhere near as perfect or original)

(Okay I did end up doing a daily post today, but this is just a sketch and its around 11:30 at night.)

here's my taz au

Julia Lives. Julia follows her husband to the Carpentry competition. She stands there and cheers him on as he presents the chair he made with his own two hands and she watches. After the competition they come home, only to find it in shambles, Steven crushed under the ceiling girder he had made himself. Callen in the wind, their home and family torn away from them. Raven’s Roost empties, the place turns to ghosts, and Magnus and Julia pack their belongings and run. But they don’t hide. No, Magnus and Julia Burnsides become a bullies boogeyman, the justice to the daylight, hero of the little guy. Julia makes herself a sword straps it to her back and joins her husband in kicking ass wherever it needs kicking. But they never stay. No, the Burnsides have people to save, and they leave on the rumour of trouble. They encourage towns to rise over their oppressors and the two together become symbols of change. Bards sing songs of their travels and tales of their heroism, children cherish their legacy in their hearts, and THEY FINALLY GET A DOG. Eventually they end up in some nowhere bar near Phandalin and a fellow named Craig walks into it with a quest in his hand and adventure on his tongue and they chase it. They pick a deadbeat named Merle and a wizard named Taako and they fail to save Phandalin; but they follow Killian to the BOB. They leave behind a trail of confused NPCs as their Rustic hospitality and charm gets them through literally any situation. They’re the wonder couple. Julia gets Taako to paint her nails and in return she trains him with sword. She notices Merle coming back from his kids. She notices the enchantment on Lucretia’s painting, She notices Taako’s face just melt whenever Angus performs a spell or Kravitz pokes through a portal to say hi or give him a kiss, she notices everything. And as they jump, from Phandalin, to Rockport, to Goldcliff, to Lucas’ Lab, to Refuge, to Wonderland… they alway introduce themselves with the same folknames. The Hammer and The Sword.


Summary: Basically a Batman & Flash crossover, really explained above.

Dedicated To:@uncpanda because she’s my favorite batman writer in all of tumblr! And I really wanted them to see this :) 

Word Count: 1711

A/N: I don’t know what happens in flashpoint! Don’t judge me!

Originally posted by supagirl

Originally posted by spaceshiro

When Barry ran back to the future, he wasn’t surprised at how slow he was going once he reached there. He could practically feel the speed force leaving his body, slowing down immensely to the point where he was just a normal human again.

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Crush (Hanbin Scenario)


Can I request hanbin ikon scenario when he has crush on you and all member always teasing him when they are around you (like hold your hand or everything). The reader is idol. Thank you 😉


Haha, yeaa, sorry about the wait. I hope you enjoy it, like it’s kinda angsty,,,,but yea. Also Hanbins POV, like is wierd,, but oh well. Also sorry for the lack of posts on the blog. Both admins are really busy with school.

Genre: Fluff | Somewhat Angsty endish part

Word Count: 2000+

-Hanbins POV -

“Hey, Hanbin can you guess who’s coming over to practice today?” Yunhyeong said teasing the leader. Hanbin’s face turned a light crimson as he began to feel slightly embarrassed. Bobby placed his hand on the leaders shoulder and began to laugh. Junhoe began to add onto Yunhyeong’s comment.

“Yeah, Hanbin,” He made sure to put more emphasis onto his name. 

“It’s a girl, she’s an idol, and her name is-“

“Junhoe sh-shut up.” Hanbin spoke feeling quite flustered. Other members knew he had a crush on you, it was pretty obvious. He had an extremely bad habit of staring at you. However the leader couldn’t help it, he loved watching your facial expressions light up as you talked. He loved to hear your smooth voice. He loved hearing you sing, he also enjoyed watching you dance. His standard of perfection was you. He loved watching you play with your hair, or play games with the others. He normally just stood to the side and watched, he didn’t want to interfere, or do something that would upset you. When you tried to get him to join, he would reject the offer. He felt that he had to somehow reserve himself so you wouldn’t become disappointed with him.

He had a terrible tendency to be a perfectionist, and he always was so pessimistic when it came to everything he did. Whenever he did something and made a slight mistake, he would become extremely upset with himself. As the leader, everyone held him to a somewhat higher stander. Everyone always expected him to be perfect, they expected more than what he could give out.  However when he was around you, all the stress disappeared. When he saw you and how calm you were, it made him feel relieved.

“A-anyways, when is she gonna get here?” He mumbled, he would never admit this, but he was quite excited to see you today. Jinhwan began to giggle.

“Ooooh” He cooed. “Is little Hanbin excited to see (y/n)?” Jinhwan had found Hanbin’s crush on you extremely adorable. He would always get giddy when Hanbin and you sang together. To say the least, Hanbin hated it. It always made him even more embarrassed to be around you. Seeing Jinhwan’s wide smiles and encouraging text messages that normally said something along the lines of ‘You’re doing so well, now just ask her out’ Words could not describe how much Hanbin hated it.

“Jinhwan are you reall-“

“You address your Hyung like that?” Hanbin rolled his eyes, Jinhwan found these moments hilarious. Seeing how Hanbin was so flustered while talking about you.

“Sorry, Jinhwan Hyung” Hanbin spoke with annoyance in his voice. “I was going to ask, are you really going to tease me about this?” The leader was slightly annoyed, and it was clear that he was. The other boys just laughed.

“Mm, Hanbin, she’s on her way.” Donghyuk spoke.  

“Okay…” Hanbin paused. “Wait, did she text you that.”

“Yeah, Hanbin, she loves me. Of course she would text me.” Donghyuk spoke slightly cockily. Chanwoo snorted.

“You got something to say Chanwoo?” Donghyuk glared at the younger, and the two of them began to burst out laughing. Hanbin chuckled slightly.

“I’m going to get a drink, anybody want anything?”

“He just wants to see (y/n).” Yunhyeong spoke slyly.

“I-I n-no.” Hanbin stuttered.

“I was right.” Hanbin felt his cheeks becoming the crimson again; he quickly closed the practice room door and went to get the drink, to cool down. As he walked away he could hear the boys all laughing in the distance.

As Hanbin walked to the vending machine he calmed down. He felt his cheeks return back to the normal temperature. He pulled out his phone and began typing a quick message to you saying,

Going to get soda you want one??’ 

He breathed deeply, and then hit the send button, not but two seconds later he saw the three dots, which indicated that you were typing. He felt a slight smile growing onto his lips. A few seconds later you responded with a 

‘Hell yea, get me a coke (not diet, regular!!!!)’ 

He chuckled quietly.

‘Noted, diet not regular.’ 

When you two did talk it normally consisted of you two teasing each other.

‘Noooo!!!! Regular! diet is horrible!’ 

He chuckled quietly again.

‘Alright, noted, regular not diet.’

‘There you go, also see you soon; I’m like ten minutes from the building.’

‘Awesome’ Moments after sending the last text he put his phone back into his pocket. He could feel a sly smile on his lips. He would try to cover it up but he was too happy.  He inserted the dollar into the machine and made sure to get you a regular (not diet) coke. He laughed at how passionate you were about your soda. You said you’d never drink diet again after seeing YG drink it. Hanbin laughed thinking about the party where you said it was your last time with diet soda. It was a random memory, but a funny one.

He walked back to the practice room happily; thinking of the kind of practice today would consist of. It made him happier that he was finally seeing you after your big promotion; it had been a long two months. Your promotions were nowhere near the end, but you finally got a break. The smile on his face began to grow as he thought of you and him finally hanging out.

“Look at that, the crushy boy is back.” Bobby laughed.

“I’m glad you managed to make it back, I thought you would get lost while you thought about (y/n).” Junhoe teased. This time around Hanbin wasn’t bothered by it, he didn’t ignore it, he just didn’t care much.

-Your POV -

As you walked towards the practice room, that the boys spent about 90% of their time in, you smiled. The two months was long, but you were happy you’d finally be able to see Hanbin. He was probably your favorite to be around, out of all the boys. However you’d always get confused, he seemed to have a good time when he was around you. He’d always be laughing or smiling, maybe even commenting something snarky. However he tended to reject your offers to hang out. You never thought much of it, but you couldn’t say it didn’t upset you when he was distant. However he had recently gotten better about it, he was more open and just happier in general. You thought it was the stress of the promotions he was currently doing. It was pretty understandable, especially with him being the leader and having to look after the group…constantly. When you turned to the corner you heard Bobby say something.

“Look at that, the crushy boy is back.” You paused before opening the door, what could they be talking about? You shrugged it off and entered the practice area.

“Hey guys!” You smiled and waved at all seven of them. Your eyes drifted to the figure standing next to you.

“Here’s your diet coke.” You frowned was Hanbin being serious?

“I told you regular.” You whined. He began to laugh.

“Gosh, your whining is so cute. I made sure to get you regular.” He was smiling.

“Thanks for the REGULAR coke.” He chuckled. You heard some ‘ooh’-ing come from the boys, it did make you smile. However when you looked up to Hanbin his head was turned slightly to the left, but you could see a slight red tint on his cheeks.

“Hanbin are you feeling okay?” He seemed surprised when you asked him. You reached your hand up and touched his forehead.

“You do feel a little warm. Are you sure you aren’t sick?” Hanbin lightly grabbed your wrist, his cheeks still crimson.

“I-I’m fine (y/n).” You could hear quiet laughing among the six other boys. To say the least, you felt confused. You felt like you were being left out of an inside joke or something.

“Hanbin, if you don’t feel well you should rest. You work too hard sometimes.” You sighed and looked at him. His cheeks became brighter.

“I-I think we should practice.” He quickly looked away from you and went over to the computer.

“But (y/n) just got back from promoting, why would she want to practice?” Jinhwan whined.

“Well, I guess I could teach you guys my dance.” Donghyuk and Junehoe snorted.

“I don’t know if learning a dance is fun…” Donghyuk started to speak.

“But it’s a girl group dance Donghyuk, they’re always fun.” Yunhyeong said.

“I’d only do it of you guys wanted me too.” You mumbled. Bobby smiled.

“Gosh (y/n) how are you still single.” You saw Hanbin’s entire body tense up as Bobby spoke. ‘What’s going on with him?’ You thought. The boys, including Hanbin, were being particularly odd. Like they normally teased each other, but not to this much. This was too much; they were hiding something from you.

“(y/n) are you okay?” You mumbled a startled ‘hm’ when Chanwoo spoke to you. How long had you been thinking? It couldn’t have been that long, right?

“You’ve been staring at the wall for like two minutes.”

“I-I yea.” You gently placed his hand on your shoulder and smiled.

“Will you teach us the dance now?”

“Of course Chanwoo!” You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and handed it over to Hanbin, who was staring intently at the computer.

“Hey Hanbin, can you hook this up?” He made no eye contact with you as he took your phone. What the hell? What was that?

“Hanbin, are you positive you’re okay? Because you’re sure as hell not acting like it.” You could hear a few other members laughing quietly in the background. You didn’t bother to look; you knew it was a mixture of all six boys.

“I” he paused, for a little too long. “I- yea I’m fine (y/n), well actually I am feeling a bit odd.” His fake laugh didn’t fool you at all. You knew something was up, but you weren’t able to tell what it was. Sighing, you finally snapped.

“What is it with all of you today?!” You almost screamed, but you were trying to keep your temper.

“All day you guys have been laughing, do I have something on me? Did I do something stupid? Just tell me what it is, please!” Looking over to Hanbin, he was frozen in place. You could see his chest moving slightly up and down as he breathed. Looking across the room the other boy were all looking guilty.

“God, can you guys not tell me what it is?!” You took your phone from Hanbin, he willingly let go of it, not throwing a fit. You know what? It would have been better if he said something, maybe then you would know what’s going on. Since no one was still telling you anything, you decided on leaving.

“Well fine, if none of you guys are gonna tell me, I’m just gonna go. Call me if you have something to say.” You walked over to the door, and still, no one moved. Hanbin stiffer than ever.

“I- (y/n)-“

“What is it Hanbin? You’ve been acting the weirdest” His body loosened as he stood from the chair. Looking at the boys faces, they were all grinning.

“Why are you guys smiling, is this funny or something? I just do-“

“(y/n) just breath for a second.“ Hanbin spoke quietly cutting you off.

“What gives?” He ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed quietly.

“Well the others are teasing me because they-“

“He has a crush on you (y/n)! How oblivious are you!” Jinhwan cut him off.

“Jinhwan!” Bobby, Donghyuk, and Yunhyeong yelled in unison. Peering over Hanbin’s shoulder you could see Junehoe silently laughing, nearly falling out of his chair.

“What.” You said bluntly. Hanbin laughed nervously.

“Yeah, Jinhwan said it.”

 -Admin A

And it sucks,
because the only way
I can talk about you
is through poetry,
but I don’t know
how to turn
the way we ended
into pretty verses
—  It was nowhere near pretty // I can’t even write about you anymore