Draco on, on male days, lookin really cute in some sort of button up shirt with messy (and long) hair and jeans rolled up over his boots or dress shoes (because he’s always dressed nicer. His dad absolutely would not allow him to dress messy.)
Draco, on female days, wearing cute, chunky heeled boots with a sundress, her hair tied in a messy bun on her head, smiling. She wears light makeup and she is in love with her outfit.
Draco, on agender days, wearing a pastel button up shirt and skinny jeans with their heeled boots and some lipgloss. Maybe.
Summary: BigHit Entertainment was supposed to be the start of your producing career, and when Bang Si-Hyuk assigns you to work with the popular group BTS, things don’t go according to plan because of the hot-headed, perfectionist: Min Yoongi.
“He’s just an annoying guy who thinks he’s the shit and boss around here. You make one hit song and you suddenly think you have superiority over others, if he ever bothers you just let me know.” He finally said.
“You ready to start working again?” P-Dogg asked.
You got up from your chair and sat in the seat in between them and nodded your head.
The next morning you woke up to the sound of your alarm, checking the time and to your relief, it was five thirty. You got up and went to wash up and get ready for the day, and decided to grab some coffee at the cafe near BigHit that you noticed yesterday, hopefully it would make up for being late yesterday. You grabbed your purse off the rack and exited your apartment, making your way to the elevator. You arrived on the first floor and stepped out of the building. The cold wind brushed against your skin, making instantly regret not bringing your coat. It wasn’t worth the hassle to go back to your apartment, so you opted to just suck it up and continue down the street. Unlike yesterday, the streets appeared to be more calm and orderly since it was early. Within minutes you had arrived at the cafe, Coco’s Coffee. It had a cute sign with bears around it, you made your way inside and the aroma of coffee filled your nostrils. It was a simple and cozy interior, with wooden flooring and aesthetic furniture. Thankfully there wasn’t a line which gave you plenty of time to figure out what you would order for Rin and the others. You thought to yourself what each of them would want to drink; a iced latte for Rin, two Americanos for P-Dogg and Yoongi, and two iced caramel Macchiatos for you and Namjoon. After confirming your order, you made your way to the front counter, catching the attention of the employee. He was handsome and had features that could easily be mistaken for an idol.
“Good morning, miss. What can I get for you today?” He said with a husky voice.
You smiled at him and gave him your order, apologizing for the length.
“All that coffee for you?” He chuckled.
“No, it’s for my co-workers, I was late to my first day on the job.” You replied with a light giggle.
“Oh really? That must’ve sucked, where do you work? If you don’t mind me asking?”
“I just work at a company nearby.”
“Oh okay, I see. Well good luck today hope you make it on time.” He smiled brightly.
“Thank you–” You looked at his name tag on his uniform, “Mino.”
After getting your order, you headed to BigHit, the same two ladies greeting you as you made your way down the stairs, towards the studio. With one hand holding onto the cup-holder, you used your free hand to open the door to the main studio, revealing P-Dogg and Rin sitting on the two seats near the DAW (digital audio workstation). You sat on the sofa in front of them and placed the drinks on the table ahead of you.
“Morning Y/N.” Rin smiled at you.
“Good morning. I brought some coffee, I wasn’t sure what you guys liked so I kind of guessed. I wrote your names on the cups, so feel free to just grab it.” You chuckled.
P-Dogg grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip.
“Black is fine. Thanks for this, because it’s going to be a long day.” He grinned.
“When are Namjoon and Yoongi coming?” You asked.
“They’ll be arriving later on today, they have other schedules to attend first.” Rin answered, “But since it’s still pretty early, we can go grab some breakfast in the cafeteria. We usually don’t start til seven anyways. You hungry?”
“Yeah that sounds good.” You smiled, “Did you want to join us, P-Dogg?”
He shook his head no and continued to work on something. You both got up from your seat and walked out of the studio, making your way to the second floor where the cafeteria was at. As you entered the room, you noticed it was much quieter in the morning than in the afternoon, since all the trainees were still asleep.
“Quiet, huh?” Rin said, it was as though he had read your mind.
“Yeah, super quiet.” You laughed.
You both arrived at the cafeteria and you were about to grab a tray until Rin stopped you.
“No, no. Last time you barely grabbed anything to eat, so this time I’ll pick your food, you just find a seat and sit down.” He laughed.
You nodded and made your way to a booth near the corner. A soft ballad filled the room as you waited for Rin, you turned your head and looked out the window, the sun had started to rise, causing a orange/peach gradient like color in the sky. Rin’s footsteps turned your attention away from the window and towards the food. Rin placed your tray on the table, you looked down and saw two sunny side eggs, a small bowl of what looked like Ramen, a bowl of rice, and some seaweed soup. You thanked Rin for the meal and you both digged in. By the time you were done it was already 6:45. You both decided to head back to the studio, since it was almost time to start. Making your way towards the studios again, Rin spoke about a future meeting that was about some getaway, but you weren’t really paying attention as mind was on other things. As you both entered the studio, you saw Namjoon sitting next to P-Dogg and Yoongi, sitting by himself on the sofa, earphones plugged in. Namjoon turned and waved to you.
“Morning, Y/N. Ready to start the day?” He smiled brightly.
“Yup, I am.” You replied.
“Whose are these?” Yoongi groaned while pointing at the cup of coffees.
“Oh that’s right, I bought one for each of you.”
Before you could hand Yoongi his coffee, he coldly held out his hand, stopping you.
“I already bought my own.” He dismissed you.
You took a deep breath and put on a smile before placing it on the table again. The air went cold, for a few moments before Namjoon spoke up.
“Well thank you, it’s actually kind of amazing that you’ve managed to guess my favorite coffee.”
You smiled in response and made your way to the seat next to him, turning on the equipments and getting ready to start.
“Today we’re going to just start with some sample tracks and work from there.” P-Dogg explained to you.
You nodded and placed your earphones in and began working. Throughout the next few weeks, you guys continued to work on some samples tracks, getting some instruments recorded, and weeding out the bad and grooming to the good. You, Namjoon, and P-Dogg had long, restless nights to create a demo-track for their new album. You felt confident in your contribution to the work. After mixing things around, P-Dogg was going to let the boys listen to what you guys had so far. The morning of, you felt a little queasy and nervous to present in front of BTS, but you knew they wouldn’t be too harsh, except for someone. You and P-Dogg had fixed some tweaks before the members started filling in the room.
“So, have you guys created a hit?” Hoseok excitedly asked.
“You mean a “BigHit”? Jin laughed while clapping his hands loudly.
Out of the corner of your eyes you noticed Yoongi with an expressionless face towards Jin, while everyone else gave small smiles, yourself included.
“Well, I think you guys won’t be disappointed, we made sure it fit your guys’ concept.” You answered Hoseok.
“Yeah, I have to say Y/N is quite a hard-worker, only been a couple of weeks since she’s been here, but I’m not too disappointed with her work, I feel as though she’s always been a part of the team.” P-Dogg patted your back.
You smiled at the compliment before turning towards the computer and clicked the play button. A slow soft jazz/R&B jam filled the empty room, the song continued and the tempo increased when the bridge to the chorus started. After the song ended, you looked at the boy’s facial expressions, awaiting for a reaction. You noticed the corners of their lips rising and saw their eyes widen. Taehyung was the first to speak out.
“Wow! That sounded amazing! I really like it!” He exclaimed.
Jungkook smiled and gave a thumbs up.
“It’s actually not too bad, not that I was expecting it to be.”
You smiled and looked over to Yoongi, expecting hear an insult or some negative comment, but to your surprise he looked content, nodding his head solemnly.
“You guys impressed?” P-Dogg asked.
“I guess all of Bang PD’s bragging wasn’t just utter nonsense.” Yoongi muttered.
“Well that’s a good enough compliment. Rin will help with the arrangements, so you boys could come up with lyrics and practice your vocals because we’re going to record soon.”
They all nodded and agreed. Everyone turned their attention to the creaking of door, as their manager Sejin came to get some of the boys.
“I have to take some of the boys to their schedules.” He said.
“Mm, that’s fine. They’ll just have to come back some other time and catch up.” P-Dogg answered.
Five out of the boys left, and P-Dogg went over to studio #2 to talk with Rin about the arrangements, leaving you alone with Jimin and Yoongi. For a while the room had awkward tensions, only the sound of the occasional foot tapping from you. Yoongi sighed loudly each time you would begin tapping, looking up to your direction.
“Can you stop?” He groaned.
You looked over to him with puzzled face, not knowing what you did wrong this time.
“Stop what?” You asked.
He pointed at your foot and rolled his eyes.
“That. That annoying sound coming from your foot.”
“I’m sorry it bothered you that much.” You replied.
He went back to putting his earphones in, sighing loudly once again before continuing. Jimin stood up and made his way from the sofa over to you. You looked towards his direction and smiled. He had on a pastel blue button up shirt, with the first two buttons loosened. He pushed back his light brown hair before taking a seat next to you. Jimin bit his bottom lip and adjusted his position on the chair.
“So, Miss. Y/N, I had some lyric ideas. Do you mind helping me?” He spoke with a soft tone, a rosy tint appearing on his cheek.
“Hmm..I don’t know if I want to.” You teased, “I’m just kidding, Jimin. Show me what you have.”
He laughed while scooting his chair closer to yours, until both your shoulders were touching. He leaned and placed his phone in between both of you. You read his notes, and nodded head at some verses. In the middle of some parts, you began to get a little confused, so you turned to look at him, and realized you were mere centimeters apart. Both of your eyes widened before turning away from each other. You cleared your throat before speaking.
“Um, so…this part..um, I kind of got lost.” You fumbled as you kept your eyes glued on his phone.
You could feel his eyes on you, making your cheeks heat up. You heard a small chuckle from Jimin before he answered you, explaining himself.
“Ah~ actually, I had trouble myself, I was hoping you could help me out.”
“Oh okay, tell me what you wanted to say here.” You said while pointing at the screen.
You felt Jimin’s body heat getting closer, as it warmed the left side of you. You noticed a sharp scent of cologne following him unlike before. A wave of goosebumps as you felt his breath on your ears, as he whispered.
“I like you.”
That was it for part 4! Sorry it’s a little short, but I’m sure it was worth it right? *wink*wink* lol. I’ll have part 5 updated ASAP! I’m working on it as of right now, and will update it either tomorrow or the next day! Thanks for reading it this far! Hoped y’all liked it! Until next time, xoxo.
Summary: Evan comes out to Jared and the two of them have a productive study “date” :)
A/N: too lazy to edit, so y’all are gonna have to deal with this the way it is.
Evan took a deep breath and held it as he pressed Jared’s contact and the phone began to ring. He’d been trying to work up the courage to call him (and not immediately hang up when he heard the phone ringing) for a good half-hour now, and he promised himself that he wouldn’t turn back this time-
“Hello?” Well shit.
“Um… H-Hi Jared, it’s Evan.”
“Ah… Yes, Evan. As if I couldn’t already tell it was you by the heavy breathing into the phone. Or the stuttering. Or the contact name.” Both boys chuckled. “So, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
Evan always secretly swooned over the way he spoke to him. He spoke to him with such sarcasm at times, but on other occasions, he’d unknowingly woo him with his intellectually stimulating gentleman-speak.
“Oh, um, well, you see, there’s something I need to tell you, and there’s also- um- something I need help with? Both are kind of lengthy things so I totally understand if you don’t have time and I can call you back later if you want or-”
“Heyheyheyhey… Calm down, okay?” Jared said in a new tone of voice that Evan hadn’t heard before. Was that… true concern?
“Yeah, yeah, okay. I’m-I’m calm.”
“Hey! I have an idea!” He exclaimed. “I actually have something to tell you as well, and I need help with our math homework, so maybe if your mom isn’t home tomorrow, we could hang out at your house and talk and work. What do you think?” Evan was blushing furiously as he was talking.
“Th-That sounds good! Does around noon work for you to come over?”
“Sounds good! I’ll bring snacks, too.”
“I’ll obsessively clean until you get here then.” Jared laughed, and like a bubbling brook, Evan’s stomach fluttered with love.
“It’s a date, then.” Jared said. Evan could practically hear him holding back a smile. “See you tomorrow.”
“It’s a date…” Evan repeated dumbfoundingly. Click.
Evan paced the living room anxiously, tugging on the end of his pastel blue button-up shirt. Jared should be here any minute, and the pastel-dressed man had done anything and everything to make himself and the house as pristine as possible. But it still wasn’t enough. He feared that nothing he did would ever be good enough for Jared. Evan shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts and took a deep breath.
“It’s okay…” Evan said, rubbing his arms softly. “It’s all gonna be okay. Jared’s your friend. He wouldn’t judge you for anything.”
“You’re right! I wouldn’t!” A muffled voice said through the door. Oh shit. Jared. Evan quickly unlocked and opened the door and was taken aback by the gorgeous man that stood before him.
The love of his life - sorry - Jared stood before him in a pastel yellow polo and khaki shorts, and an adorable grin plastered onto his face.
Smut, in the second half only. Very, veryNSFW and 18+. As usual, it is separated with a line of
asterisks. So if you don’t want to read (or shouldn’t be reading) the explicit content, please
stop at that line. There is also just a tiny bit of guy on guy in this chapter.
Author’s Note: I am finally freaking finished with this chapter. Hopefully the length feels rewarding for those of you who have been super kind and patient while real life wreaked havoc on my writing schedule. Thanks, so much! (Also, please be sure to read the note at the end if you read the second half.)
This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional
representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is
from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen
the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of
this fictional work.
The first few weeks that you spent at home after
spontaneously quitting your job were fun. It was almost like a
mini-vacation, even though you didn’t actually go anywhere. It was
nice to wake up when you wanted to, have a leisurely breakfast in
your pajamas, and then do whatever the heck you wanted to with the
rest of your day. You had read, caught up on dramas that you had been
meaning to watch, thoroughly cleaned the entire house, and you’d been
able to do a lot more cooking for you and the guys.
Summary: Of course Yixing is sweet and nice, but just cause
he’s sweet and nice, doesn’t mean he’s not a guy. He still has his needs, but
he wants to treasure his girlfriend. Protect her until marriage. Y/N, on the
other hand is very outgoing. But just cause she’s outgoing, doesn’t mean she’s
A/N: OH GAWD TT You all have to bear with my horrible smut
writing again;;; IT’S A REQUEST TT and since the anon wants it like the Sehun
one;; then I guess I have to write it TT so here it is !! I’m not sure how
similar you want it to be anon;; it’s quite similar;; aaand !! I hope you’re
happy anon !! I had to rip my hair out to write this … I literally dedicated
a day of just EXO smut reading;; it was my way of studying… PLUS YOU WANT
YIXING ??? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD THIS WAS ?? I mean Sehun’s was okay
cause he’s a chunk of mad sexy but Yixing is my pure little baby TT I’ve
dirtied him in this one shot;; don’t hate me guys;;
Summary: An argument starts it all. Hell comes after for Dan Howell, the school pastel boy. He only wanted to help, but got backstabbed in the end. From safe position in the school hierarchy, Dan is up to neck in an affair he never had and starts finding threats in his locker. He needs someone on his side if he wants to make it to the end of high school. A mysterious punk boy promises him protection. The condition he needs to meet, though, is far from normal.
A/N: Hi everyone! :) After as thrilling chapter as the last one turned out to be, I’m here to bring you another one. I really enjoyed writing it, and all in all, so I don’t make too long speeches here, I hope you enjoy it, too :) This chapter (as well as others) was beta-ed by my awesome friend @yesiwritefanfics. Thank youuu, you’re the best <3
A/N: Sorry it took me a while to update you guys but HERE IS THE AWAITED CHAPTER ! Thank you to those who are sending feedback! its much appreciated ! <3 Enjoy ! ~
want to wake up, but the consistent beeping of a machine and the murmurs of
people told you otherwise. You slowly opened your eyes, groaning due to the
lights shooting pain into your eyes but also the sore feeling emitting
throughout your body.
runs to the side of your bed, frantic. “Sweetie are you okay? How many fingers
am I holding up? Are you hungry? Do you have a concussion?”
chuckles as he grabs ahold of his mother by the shoulders “Mom relax, she just
woke up. Let the doctor play 21 questions with her.” She lets out a huff, and
takes a seat.
there stiffly as the doctor examines you, asking you more than 21 questions.
You’re wondering why you’ve been feeling so suffocated and why you were warmer
than usual, until you manage to move your head to the side. You nearly cursed
out loud, heart dropping to the bottom of your stomach from the scare. “The boy
wouldn’t let you go, even security couldn’t get him off of your bed.” The
snuggled into your side, faces so close that the tips of your noses touched
each other. His lip was busted and cheeks tinted with hues of purples and
pinks. His arm was decorated with bandages and his shirt was painted with blood
spots either his or yours and possibly Jiwon’s as well. “It’s fine, he’s had a
long day because of me.” you say as you turn your attention back to the doctor.
be able to feel the right side of your arm, we had to pull some thorns out.
They struck a nerve but it’s nothing serious. Your arm should be back to normal
by tomorrow.” He says as he writes a few things down onto his notepad, “If you
get a sudden headache, start vomiting, get a sudden ringing in your ear, or all
of the above. I highly advise you to come see me again. Other than that, you’re
good to go. You can sign her out at the head desk and also get a slip of
medications.” He smiles as he takes his leave, your mom following after him.
“How’d I get
here– correction, how did we get
here?” you ask, putting emphasis on the word we.
wasn’t for Chanmi’s impatient personality, Binnie would’ve looked even worse
than he does now,” he said as he got up from his seat. “Your latte was getting
cold and she knew how much you hated it cold so we went to go get you and we
found you on the floor covered in your own blood and Moonbin getting his ass
kicked by Jiwon and his boys.”
seen the look on Kooks face,” your ears perk up from the name. “It was my first
time seeing him that angry. It scared the shit out of all of us, even Hobi
nearly pissed himself. Jiwon lost a tooth and I think Kooks busted his nose.”
You nod your head at the sudden information that was laid out to you, Jungkook’s
changed. He couldn’t even hurt a fly, let alone an ant stating that ‘they have feelings too’ but now he’s
broken someone’s tooth and nose? It amazed you. “Rise and shine sleeping
beauty!” Jimin chimed as he noticed Moonbin’s awakening.
ballerina, now I’m sleeping beauty? Perfect.” He mumbled annoyingly. Jimin
paused at the sudden mood Moonbin was in, he wasn’t smiles and rainbows anymore
but more like sadness and rain showers. Jimin lets out a nervous cough, “I’m
going to go get your clothes from mom, I’ll let the two of you talk.” He says
as he hurriedly trots to the door.
first time in your friendship, there was an uncomfortable silence. Neither you
nor Moonbin said anything, and the boy practically avoided any eye contact with
you. The beeping’s of the machine were awfully annoying and the cries of the
families in the rooms next door didn’t help with the atmosphere. “Binnie I’m–.”
he interrupts you, still not giving you eye contact. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t
“No y/n it’s
not fine! You got hurt because of me, because I’m weak! I couldn’t even protect
you yelled over him, finally making eye contact with you. You don’t usually
call him by his full name unless you’re being serious. “It’s okay, you
shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. It was 1 against 5, it wasn’t fair.”
to kick their butts.”
“Oh, is this
your way of saying you’re jealous of him?” you coo, wiggling a finger in his
face. He lets out a scoff as he grabs ahold of your finger and brings it down
to his lap, interlacing your hands together. “As if.” He says as he looks away.
You’re about to tease him again, when the door slides open and Jimin pops in,
Popsicle in his mouth. He throws the article of clothing onto your bed before
leaning onto the windowpane.
this?” you ask, staring at the fabric. “Your change of clothes, what else is
it?” he says taking another bite off of his ice cream.
know how much I hate dresses. I’d rather leave the hospital in this than that.”
You spat, throwing the dress back at him with the left over energy you had.
“Stop being a baby and just go change, you can’t leave in scrubs anyways.
Hospital rules.” You groan as you try getting out of the bed and seeing you
struggle Moonbin helps you out.
help but stare at your reflection for a long time. You’re not a big fan of
dresses let alone sleeveless ones. You eyed the dress more, and sighing that it
was exactly your mothers’ style; Pastel pink, cotton texture, flowy from the
waist down, a slit in front of the skirt starting from the knee going down, and
to finish it off a skinny brown braided belt. It was so long that it bundled on
the floor or maybe you were just too short, it looked more formal than casual.
your hair towards the front, covering your shoulders as best as you could not
feeling very comfortable with showing so much skin. You nearly laughed at your
own reflection, seeing that you looked manlier than girly; the bandages that
covered your entire right arm, a few bruises plastered onto your legs, and a
big gauze on the left side of your cheek. It was almost as if you came out of those
samurai manga. You cautiously came out of the bathroom, feeling more self-conscious
rather than confident. You notice that Jimin’s dressed in a pastel blue
short-sleeved button up shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that stopped on top of
his knees. “Jimin where are we going–?”
Moonbin cuts in, grabbing your attention. His mouth wide along with his eyes. “You
look amazing.” He whispers but you all heard it. You can feel your face burning
from the compliment and you’re wondering if you’re sweating from how hot it was
in the room or from embarrassment. You can see Jimin cringing from where he
sat, “Th-thank you,” you stutter as you place a hair strand behind your ear. The
door slides open and your mom walks in with the same expression as Moonbin just
gorgeous sweetie, I knew I had great taste.” She says as she grabs ahold of
your hand, “Shall we get going, we’re already late for dinner.”
ask and your mom squeezes your hand in excitement. “We’re having dinner with
the Jeons tonight at their home.” You mentally groan before looking at Moonbin.
He waves you off, knowing your intentions. “I need some fresh air, I’ll be fine
you whine and he flicks the tip of your nose. “Don’t Binnie me, besides my
house isn’t that far from here, I’ll be fine I promise.”
knowing you can’t argue nor persuade him anymore “Okay but call me when you get
arrive home, both you and Jimin wonder why you have to dress so fancy. It’s
just dinner, you both would pester your mother. She huffs as she gets out of
the car “It’s a formal dinner, now quit whining and let’s go!”
“If you told
us in the beginning we wouldn’t be whining!” you both said in unison. You’re
not really feeling it for dinner and you just want to go home and rest. Your
mother rings the doorbell and the door swings open within seconds. Both of the
mothers screech in happiness as if they haven’t seen each other in a long time
but really they just saw each other last night. Her eyes fall onto you and she
lets out a gasp “Oh my, honey what happened to you?”
You let out
an awkward laugh, placing a strand of hair behind your ear “it’s a long story,”
“Come in, come in then we can talk over dinner!” she says as she opens it
“We just set
the table, everything is still fresh!” you walk pass thousands of photo frames,
most of them landscape photos and some of Jungkook as a child. You really want
to stop and admire them but Jungkook’s mother continued to scoot you all into
the dining room. “We’re sorry we’re late!” your mother says as she helps bring
out the plates.
“I should be
the one apologizing, if I had known y/n was hurt I would’ve rescheduled.”
mama Jeon,” you lied forcing out a smile, as much as you love her you love your
body just as much and right now it was screaming for help. “I know your cooking
will make me feel better.” She laughs as
she pinches your uninjured cheek.
these bandages on your body you still look absolutely stunning. I’m excited for
Jungkook’s expression when he sees you.” She chimes as she heads back into the
kitchen. “Jungkook is in the shower, he should be coming out soon.”
called?” Jungkook chimes, and his eyes immediately falls on you. The pastel
pink goes great with your complexion. He wonders how your hair falls effortlessly
down your shoulders even with all that had happened to you. Even though your body
was practically covered in bandages, you still manage to look amazing.
help but be in awe as you took in Jungkook. Although his choice of formal wear
was the simple white long sleeved button up and slacks, it hugged his body so
well. The sleeves on the button up defined the muscles of his arm, while the
slacks made him look taller than he originally was. Stunning? Handsome? Those
words didn’t seem to fit how Jungkook looked at this moment. He notices he’s
been staring too long and so he takes a seat next to you. You try to calm
yourself down, wondering if you can take him just sitting next to you.
distribution of food, mama Jeon announces that we can finally eat. You silently
curse yourself, wishing the food was soup and not chicken breast. You’re trying
to move your right arm, so hard that your face would contort. Jungkook seeing
you struggle, lets out a chuckle before cutting the protein for you.
He stabs a
piece for you and holds up towards your mouth, “Thank you but I can take it
from here.” You say as you grab the fork from him.
for having us over for dinner.” Your mom sighs as she takes a sip of wine from
her glass. “Dinner with my best friend along with her family and mines,” she
lets out a sigh. “If only your father were here, it would have been just as
perfect.” You stop eating at the mention of your dad, placing your fork down as
you suddenly lost your appetite. “Mom, let’s not right now.” Jimin whispers.
when are you going to date my daughter and marry her already? That way I’ll
feel at ease knowing that she’s with someone whom I know and adore.”
“Mom, I think
you’ve had enough wine for the night.” Jimin laughs nervously, trying to shut
up her up before things turn more uncomfortable than it already is. He notices
that you’re not even looking up from your lap, hand fisting the dress.
“Y/n so how
did you manage to get your pretty self all beaten up–?” Mama Jeon asks but was
interrupted by Jungkook.
“Ms. Park I don’t
think of your daughter that way, she’s like a little sister to me.” it was as
if you went back in time only this time, it was more embarrassing than before. You’re
feeling even more dejected and your finally feeling some type of pain in your
right arm. You’re so concentrated in not crying then and there that you don’t
feel your phone vibrating until Jimin nudges you.
You get up
abruptly, almost falling over as you excuse yourself as you step outside.
you say and you hear him chuckle on the other end. “Is everything alright, you
sounded way too excited when you answered my call. Did I save you from
you croak out and there was a long silence on the other end. “Meet me at the
park.” He says before the line cuts off.
already waiting by the time you get there. He doesn’t wait and run towards you
the minute you come into his view. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt
anywhere?” he bombards you with thousands of questions and only stops when he
hears a sniffle from you.
you croak out, and Moonbin examines you frantically. “Where does it hurt? Your head?
Does your arm hurt? Do you want to go back to the doctors? Do you feel nauseous?”
saw these two dudes in chipotle with mophead haircuts and terrible sunburns on a rainy day in the middle of may and one of them was wearing a pastel button up w/ a tie and a pair of khakis and the other had a baby blue shirt with a whale on it so long story short i saw two trump supporters at chipotle