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Korean Entertainment Reporters Talking About BTS

(Subtitles available in Spanish, Russian, Ukrainian and Polish. English subtitles are not totally correct, I’ll add a new version of English subtitles later. In the meantime, I have translated a few highlight points below.)

Update: Added English subtitles (choose English (United States) to turn on).

(The video features 2 Korean reporters, reporter Jung Hyung who is currently an entertainment reporter, and reporter Kim Hyung - a former entertainment reporter and is currently a movie reporter.)

1. Jung Hyung: “I interviewed BTS before and also after they became this popular, and recently I came to their concert too. At the press conference, Rap Monster said that they want to go on an US stadium tour next time, and they want to invite the reporters who have been watching their growth to the stadium.”

2. Jung Hyung: “I talked about this on our channel once before. There’s a really cute story which is, BTS couldn’t get first place on music shows for a while. So before they release ‘I Need You’ and ‘Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa’, they said it’s their wish to win first place on a music show. I asked them “If you win first place, is there anything you want from your agency?” and they answered that they want to have a foot bath massager. They said if they win first place this time, the company must buy them a foot bath massager. And after that BTS really won first place with the album.”

Donggun: “Did they get it?”

Jung Hyung: “They didn’t. But I guess they can buy one with their own money now.”

3. Jung Hyung: “BTS is one of the groups that make us happy as we interview them. Especially Rap Monster and Suga, these two talk about music a lot. It’s not easy to keep on talking about music when interviewing idol groups. Because idols overall are like works, their visuals, from top to toe. Normally there’s quite a lot of things to talk about besides music, so we don’t really talk about music much. But since BTS produce their own album and write their own songs, they really love talking about music.”

4. Jung Hyung: “There’s a thing that made me impressed. The recent press conference took place when BTS was caught in many issues, like the ‘Not Today’ lyrics controversy. They must have predicted that there would be questions for them, so they prepared this much A4-paper document. (3:09).”

Donggun: “Who? Which member?”

Jung Hyung: “Rap Monster.”

5. Kim Hyung: “Surprisingly, entertaiment reporters get boycott a lot too. Like we are asked not to ask this and that kind of questions even at press conferences. Or if they feel like a question will be asked, they avoid it and act according to the script. The MC would pass that question and the celebrity would use a prepared speech. Or they tell the reporters before the press conference. Even though BTS became world stars, they prepare so eagerly for questions that bring them disadvantages. It’s hard to see such case.”

6. Jung Hyung: “One of the reasons that BTS win favor from people in the industry and reporters is that they understand the relationship between celebrities and reporters are like partners. Some people think reporters attack them, but BTS understand and think of reporters as the ones who help them. With that kind of partnership, as they grow bigger and bigger, us reporters are proud too.”

7. Donggun: “Is there any group that can receive high praise for their personalities like BTS?”

Kim Hyung: “I don’t think there’s anyone like BTS. I mainly work with the movie field, so when I heard today’s topic is about BTS, I asked the music field reporters, BTS fans and my friends ‘Why do you like BTS?’. The first thing they replied was because BTS are kind. You know they are a group known for their performances, but the first thing people answered was that they’re kind and have good personalities. They said BTS are so pure that they can’t be called top stars, and that it’s their charming point.”

seventeen during exam season

s.coups: 137% chill, shows up empty-handed with 8 hours of sleep like “what paper is it today”

jeonghan: 2 words: closet. mugger. freaks out at home but plays it cool during the exam, does really well

joshua: oH. he’s the one who’s prepared for every fucking paper. does his notes consistently, doesn’t even freak out. tops the class.

jun: “wait what there’s an exam today”

hoshi: slams his notes into his face repeatedly screaming “DIFFUSION”, what even is sleep lol

wonwoo: sneaks food into the exam hall. finishes super early and is the annoying one who stresses everyone out

woozi: seems prepared but really got 2 hours of sleep last night and has a random cream puff in his pocket 

dokyeom: memorises everything by turning it into a song so he’s just sitting there singing to himself during the paper

mingyu: does his notes the night before but doesn’t actually read them until 23 minutes before the exam

minghao: doesn’t even need to study. is the first one to flip the page like “listen to the sound of me speeding ahead of the peasants”

seungkwan: paces back and forth before the exam trying to memorise shit. glares at vernon during the paper bc he keeps rapping.

vernon: turns stuff into raps to memorise them, sits there mumbling to himself while seungkwan imagines him dying a slow and painful death

dino: woke up at 4.30am to study but got distracted by his phone and shows up completely unprepared with no will to live

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Vegan Spring Potato Waffles with crispy baked Tofu

Ingredients:

  • 500 grams potatoes
  • 3 scallions chopped
  • 1 tbsp vegan butter
  • cooking spray
  • 200 grams extra firm tofu
  • 1 tbsp cayenne 
  • 1 tsp apple cider vinegar
  • 1 tsp garlic powder
  • 1 tsp onion powder
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 cup soy milk
  • 1 tbsp tomato paste
  • 1 tsp sriracha
  • ¾ cup bread crumbs
  • 1 cup flour
  • 2 tbsp oats

Directions:

  1. Cook potatoes in cold water for 20-30 minutes until tender. 
  2. Pat the tofu dry to remove excess liquid. Slice tofu into equal sizes then into “steaks”. In a shallow dish combine soy milk, salt, sriracha, tomato paste, garlic and onion powder, apple cider vinegar and cayenne pepper. Mix well then lay the tofu steaks into the mixture and let it marinate for 10 minutes. 
  3. Preheat the oven to 200°C and lay a baking pan with parchment paper. Prepare two more shallow dishes and fill one with the breadcrumbs, nutritional yeast and the oats and the other with flour. Take the tofu slices dip each into the flour then back to the batter then coat with the breadcrumbs. Then place the tofu steaks on the baking pan and bake for 10-15 minutes. 
  4. Preheat a waffle iron and spray with cooking spray. Drain potatoes and season with butter salt, scallions and some freshly cracked black pepper. Mash the potatoes until they are smooth and creamy. Add 2 tbsp of the mashed potatoes onto the waffle iron and cook for 5 minutes. Continue until mashed potatoes have been used. 
  5. Serve the waffles with the tofu and drizzle some hot sauce on top (recommended). Enjoy!
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Concept sketches for Teen Nyx, Selena and Papa Ulric (whose name is a working progress). I’m gonna sketch Mama Ulric later.

Christmas present for @adrastia … coz we worked hard on those Ulric family headcanons but without you we wouldn’t have those ideas and I wouldn’t have been inspired. Thank you very much *hugs*

prove it. (m)

author’s note: i dedicate this to @wonhopes because she made me realize how much kihyun wrecks me. if it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s safe to say i’ve finally accepted it.

associated with this drabble though it’s not nearly as smutty.

rivals au; 5,490 words; smut, fluff; warnings: none.
↳ when all kihyun can talk about is how good he is in bed, you decide to shut him up by telling him to put his money where he mouth is. fortunately, you both learn a few things along the way.  

Originally posted by wonhontology


If it wasn’t for the mere fact that Mrs. Fern told you who your partner was, you would’ve scoffed, maybe protested, or even blurted out a concise, “Fuck no.”

Out of all the people in the classroom, you’re stuck with him. Yoo Kihyun. The asshole with an ego bigger than Jeon Jungkook’s, and that was probably an understatement too. You can’t imagine the outcome of this, not that anyone can, but when you catch sight of his stare from across the room and a smirk spreads across his lips, you already glower at the possibilities.

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anonymous asked:

In contrary of the recent anon who bashed your writing prowess I'd like to ask you what tips or advice could you give to aspiring/ amateur writers on tumblr?

Thanks for the wonderful ask! My tips would be:

1. Write about what you love. A character, a ship, a situation, a prompt. When you write about something you really want to write about, the story comes out more naturally and the reader will be more engaged with your storytelling.

2. Explore different styles. First person, second person, third person. Poem or short story. Dialogues or thought voices. Scripts or essays. The more you try out different styles, the more you’ll know which one you’re most comfortable with, which style helps you tell your story most naturally.

3. Keep writing. Just write and write and write and write. Just keep writing. The more you write, the more your craft is honed. The more you write, the sooner you will find your writer’s voice (if you haven’t found it yet). And if you already have, keep writing to keep honing your skill.

4. Get feedback. Share your work publicly to understand what works and what could work better. If you’re shy about sharing it with the world, get a beta reader - someone who can review your work and give objective feedback without diluting the story you want to tell. I’d be happy to be your beta! Just drop me a message privately. 😊

5. Read. I truly believe that good writers are good readers. Learn how others weave words, how others tell their stories. This will help inspire you with your own words too.

6. Get inspiration. Sometimes I feel like writing but don’t know where to start. I listen to music a LOT. I go through Spotify and listen, listen, listen. Often times the song sets the mood to my writing, or it could also be the prompt for what I write.

“Anchor” (Jake x MC) was inspired by Novo Amor’s Anchor. It was such a good song I just had to write a piece for it.

“Paper Hearts” (LI x MC) was a story I needed to release but I’d stumble for words while typing - “Carry You” by Novo Amor (again) helped me find the words and set the mood.

For “Parallel Lines” (Chris x MC), I had the story in my head but it was going in various directions. When I finally heard “Hello” (Adele but a cover by Caroline and… forgot the band’s name…), the words began to flow because the lyrics captured the connection I had imagined for Chris and MC 7 years after college. (You can find these fanfic here: http://hollyashton.tumblr.com/fanfic)

7. Trust the process. Trust where your words will take you. Sometimes I plan out the story on paper and prepare an outline or a mindmap. Most times though I just sit by the keyboard with a plot in my head and just type away, letting the words flow. I type, type, tap, tap… and let the words take me to wherever place, whatever situation.

8. Edit. After writing your piece, take a step back. Don’t hit the Post button just yet! Raw writing is beautiful, but there’s always room for improvement especially when it is a surge of emotions that made you write in the first place. Check for spelling and grammar. Check for continuity. Check for items that could be said in a shorter way (unless it was meant to be rambling).

9. Final tip: ENJOY. 😊 When you love writing, no matter what the topic is, it will show in your piece. Your readers will feel it.

These are my tips for aspiring, amateur writers! If you have any questions, just drop me a note. Hugs to the Choices fandom!

xoxo
Holly 💕

arranged marriage; jeon jungkook x reader

Originally posted by jeonify

description + foreword 

genre: fluff, romance, smut (not in this part, tho)

word count: 5.061;

a/n: this is going to have three or four parts; jimin x reader as well; has a few swear words, nothing violent; if you like it please let me know; lots of love and hugs;

DESCRIPTION:

Being forced into a marriage just because that kind of a link provided your family the exact amount of recourses needed for their business to become even more successful grossed the hell out of you, but you had to do it regardless of your liking and you knew that you had to do so since you were a little girl. Your father, a respectable and well-known doctor seated in the position of the CEO of his own hospital pushed you into an arranged marriage with the son of a wealthy politician due to his own greediness and enormous pride when you were only eighteen years old.

The scheme was pretty simple: you were promised to another family since you were just a teenager and when you hit the age of twenty-five, after you finished the medical college and got a job for yourself, you had to marry their son – because that was what your father desired, because your marriage could provide him political security and lots of money, coming from your father-in-law’s connections and influence.

When you found out about his plan, you provoked a ruckus within the first half of hour and exploded into an insane juncture of crying and screaming. You packed all of your things and ran away from home, only to be dragged back by his employees and to beg for forgiveness and ask for pity in less than three hours. If he wanted, your father could have made your life a living hell, and you were very much aware of his immense power and his complicated and damaged personality.

Liking it or not, you had to cope with the situation and you had to formally get married with an unknown guy about whom you knew only one thing, and that was his full name. Jeon Jungkook.

FOREWORD:

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anonymous asked:

Hiii! I'm the Anon who wrote that long message with the prompt request. Can I get 77 w/ Jungkook? Thx -Anon Gears (can I become a regular Anon??)

No Refunds (JungshOOK x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Um…somebody broke that.”

Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he ruins a display you spent hours making. But he’s cute and adorably embarrassed, so you make the most out of the situation.

Word count: 1.3k words

Originally posted by a8ustd

You stared at the messy, unorganized space around you, wishing your shift would just end faster. The quaint art supply shop you worked in was rarely busy, let alone on a Wednesday afternoon. You took the job because you needed to fund your university career, plus you supported small businesses.

But your boss was scatterbrained and failed to inventory the store properly, leaving most of the mess to you. Plus, he always insisted on having beautiful window displays, so for the majority of your shift today, you slaved over creating a hanging paper sculpture.

A wave of origami pieces were suspended midair using fishing wire. The colours were pastel to match the spring weather outside. The whole thing was beautiful and terribly decorated, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when the display was immediately destroyed.

Two boys around your age burst into the store, barely sparing you a glance from where you stood behind the cash register, as they chattered excitedly. You observed them openly, since you had nothing better to do. The one standing nearest to you was tall and well built, but had a babyish face–dramatically round eyes and pouty lips. His friend was even taller, and had surprisingly similar facial features.

“Dude, why are we even here? Can you even do art?” the taller one asked as he followed his friend through the tiny, messy aisles.

“The fuck, Yugyeom?” the other boy replied indignantly. “Haven’t you seen me draw before? I am the Art God.”

“Ok, buddy,” Yugyeom scoffed. “If you’re gonna buy something, hurry up. I have class in like, fifteen minutes.”

The two boys rounded the store, approaching the front once again. You held your breath as they neared the window display. The artist friend browsed through a marker display, testing a few on the sample pad below.

“Bro, these Copic markers cost more than me,” the boy sighed.

“There’s a pack here on sale,” his tall friend pointed out from a few feet away.

“No way!” he replied, spinning around excitedly.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you watched the disaster unfold.

The boy whipped around, searching for the discounted pack of markers a few feet away from him. As he turned, he stepped back to get a better view of the aisle, completely disregarding the delicate display inches away from where he stood. His backpack got caught on several of the strings and origami sculptures. And as he turned quickly, he ripped them away, sending some of the paper sculptures flying across the store.

The pressure from the boy’s spin also caused the mount every single origami sculpture to collapse. You stared, oddly detached, as you watched your labour tumble to the ground with a loud crash.

The two boys froze, and the store was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background.

Eventually, you stepped away from the cash register and approached the two boys, who both were staring wide-eyed at the broken display.

“Jungkook, you idiot,” Yugyeom hissed, his eyes darting in between you and the broken window display. “You fucker.”

“So, what happened here?” you asked pleasantly, trying to dispel the burning rage inside you.

“Um…somebody broke that,” Jungkook replied in a tight voice, a fiery blush blooming over his cheeks as he turned to look at you.

“I can see that,” you smiled.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes still comically wide. “Like I’m so sorry. I’ll pay–no I don’t have any money. I’ll help you fix it!”

You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. “It took me five and a half hours to make that.”

“You made that!? Holy shit!” Jungkook explained, his expression worsening. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything. I’m not–I don’t–fuck! Just tell me what I can do.”

“It’s okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’ll just try to…repair what’s left.”

“I swear I can help!” Jungkook cried–although it sounded more like a wail. “I feel so bad about this!”

Normally, you wouldn’t really consider making a customer stay back and help clean up the mess they made. But this customer–Jungkook, apparently–seemed legitimately apologetic and inappropriately guilty. Plus, you just realized he was incredibly good looking and didn’t want to turn down the company.

“Well, if you insist,” you replied. “Let me grab the origami paper. Better prepare for an incredibly boring next two hours.”

“You two have fun,” Yugyeom said, slowly backing away from the mess. “I have class. Jungkook, don’t fuck up more than you already have.”

“Amen,” you muttered, as you walked down a few aisles to locate the cheapest origami paper pack you had.

“How many times can I say I’m sorry!” Jungkook cried, watching his friend who slipped out of the store as quickly as he could. Soon, the store was quiet again, the atmosphere tense. When you returned with your hands full, Jungkook was staring at the ground, his cheeks still flushed.

You tossed him a pack of origami paper, which he fumbled to catch. His eyes darted back up.

“Look,” he began, pausing to peer at your name tag. “Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I feel really bad about destroying your art.”

“Honestly, I don’t really have any emotional attachment to a window display I made in two minutes’ notice,” you laughed. “Just help me make a few origami sculptures, and we’ll be even.”

So, for the rest of your shift, you and Jungkook hunched over the cash, deftly folding origami paper into pretty little shapes. Surprisingly, Jungkook was quite skilled and didn’t need any instructions. While you worked, you exchanged little tidbits of information about each other.

Turns out, you both attended the same university. Jungkook was a year under you–studying business–and roomed with a few friends nearby.

He sang along quietly to the radio while you worked (“You have a beautiful voice,” you had said to him. After spluttering and blushing terribly, he replied, “Thank you. I’m minoring in music, actually.”).

When the next employee came to take over, they eyed the impromptu workstation you had set up suspiciously.

“This kid destroyed the display, so he’s helping rebuild it,” you explained. “But I’m done here, and so is he. So I’ll leave the rest to you.”

And so you shed your smock and your name tag and promptly scurried out of the store with Jungkook on your heels.

“Is it okay to leave the display like that?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“It’s fine. Plus that guy was late to his shift last week, and I had to stay behind for an extra hour,” you said, feeling a little petty. “Thanks for your help, Jungkook. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Yeah, see you,” he said, sending you an adorable smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And so you parted ways.


You were working the following Wednesday. And like every other Wednesday afternoon, the store was empty. But a few hours before your shift ended, the door chimed as a customer walked in. Your head shot up–you definitely weren’t dozing off–and your eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook waltzing into the store.

“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Jungkook walked right up the cash and leaned against the edge of the counter. The muscles of his arms bulged as he did so, and you were fairly certain that it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, your curiosity piquing.

“I was looking for something, and I think you have it. I want a date,” Jungkook said, blushing faintly, “with you. You and me–a date. Yeah?”

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you smiled. “No refunds or exchanges. This is final sale.”

“I’ll take it,” Jungkook laughed, his face illuminated with a wide smile.


These days, Jungkook helped you make the window displays for fun. Turned out, he actually did have a knack for art. Your boss was seriously considering hiring Jungkook, but you dissuaded him from doing it. After all, you’d rather have Jungkook all to yourself.

- Girl in Luv

That’s it! Thanks for requesting!!!! And yes, be our regular anon, that’s so cute (and sorry this took us like 5 years to get to omg). If you’re wondering why my characters are always cashiers, it’s because I work part-time as one lmao. I was feeling some awkwardly cute JK. Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading 🤓

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Happy Birthday Leonardo da Vinci!

The leading artist and intellectual of the Italian Renaissance, Leonardo da Vinci, was born on this day in 1452.

These are just a few of the drawings by da Vinci held in our Western Art Print Room, available to view by anyone by appointment. The Print Room is home to more than 270,000 prints & drawings. 

Images:

  • Leonardo da Vinci (1452–1519). A Maiden with a Unicorn. Pen and dark brown ink on white paper.
  • Leonardo da Vinci (1452–1519). A Unicorn. Pen and dark brown ink with metalpoint on white paper.
  •  Leonardo da Vinci (1452–1519). A Horseman in Combat with a Griffin. Silverpoint on a cream preparation, touched with the brush in bodycolour.
  • Leonardo da Vinci (1452–1519). Detail from a sheet of studies of Figures and of Machinery. Silverpoint on pale pink prepared paper.
  • Leonardo da Vinci (1452–1519). The Virgin and Child Adored. Lead point over indentations with the stylus on off-white paper.

12 / 100 days of productivity | 07.08.16

MOCK IB EXAMS START TOMORROW!!

I did several hours of practice planning for past English papers - I hope it’s enough preparation for tomorrow’s Paper 1. Now I’m powering through Topic 2 summaries for Biology. This is my favourite summary so far!

I woke up, as I’d expected, to the sound of giggling.

As I stirred, a voice on my left whispered “Good morning, Master…”
One on my right whispered “Happy birthday, Master…”

Looks like everything had worked, then.

It was one of my wife and I’s longest-running traditions. I’d known she was a witch when we got married, of course. I always wanted her to use her magic for things that were a bit more… well, fun. She was fussy about it - refused to use it for self-gain, or anything “immoral”. 

(She had a pretty broad definition of immoral, it turned out.)

According to her, using magic that way was corruptive. It wore you down, over time. Stained your soul or some such stuff. She never liked when I compared it to the light and dark sides of the force, but hey - seemed fitting to me.

In any case, once a year, we had a little bit of fun. For my birthday, she cast a spell that, well, broke her in half. For a day, instead of one smart, powerful, domineering wife, I had two dim, eager, gullible and excitable little girlfriends. 

One of whom already had her tongue on my balls, by this point. They certainly didn’t waste time.

I didn’t know how the magic worked. Every year, I went to sleep, and woke up with both of them in my bed. Every year, I passed out (ideally having gotten off so many times that my balls felt like they were going to wither away), and woke up with my wife again. I think she liked the mystery of it.

But I was curious, so I did research.

One of the girls had her tits in my face. It was distracting in the most pleasant way possible. I let myself be distracted for a bit. I had time. Today was a big day, but there was very little rush.

It took a few years, honestly. I could sneak peeks at my wife’s spellbooks as much as I wanted - what was really required was practical testing and observation. And I only got that once a year. I had figured out some of the basic principles, and I was pretty sure I knew how to make some… adjustments.

I wriggled out from under the two horny little minxes, shushing their complaints. I hopped out of bed, grabbing the backpack I’d hidden in the back of the closet, behind my old gaming systems and camping supplies and all the other things my wife didn’t bother touching. I dumped out the contents on the bed. The girls looked at me, baffled.

I handed each of them a sheet of paper, previously prepared. I set to work - sprinkling herbs, lighting candles, drawing figures with chalk.

“You know how sad you girls are every year, when you have to go back to being smart?” I said. I had no idea if that was true - did they know what their true nature was? Did they prefer this, or being united in their smarter, more competent incarnation? Hell, were they even the same girls every time, or were they created new each year? That was more existential of a question than I was ready to approach.

To their credit, the girls both nodded, eyes wide. 

“Well, good news,” I said. “You’re never going back.”

They smiled. They didn’t look like they comprehended, but they certainly smiled.

“You’re going to stay just like this forever,” I told them. “All you have to do is read the words on those pages. Okay? Ready… now.”

I lit the last two candles as they started speaking. I was a bit too nervous and excited to fully appreciate the humor, but those two ditzes fumbling through a Latin incantation was pretty adorable.

They made it through, though, eventually. And… nothing happened.

No flash of light. No thunder. No whoosh of air pulling through the room, extinguishing all the candles. 
No obvious rotting away of my soul, either, so that was a plus.

The girls stared at me, unsure what to do next. I grinned. Either it worked or it didn’t, right? Wait and see. My wife was always coy about how much she remembered of these special days once they were over. I was pretty sure she didn’t remember anything. 

If my spell didn’t work, and she did remember? Well, I’d have some explaining to do, of course.

But for the time being, I enjoyed myself. I led my girls through a full-day romp. They were all too happy to indulge my every whim - and, since I’d been looking forward to this since exactly one year ago, I had a lot of whims ready to go.

Eventually, we collapsed into bed, sweaty and sore and tired, piled atop each other. I sank into blissful sleep.

I woke the next morning, feeling a warm body stirring next to mine.

“Good morning, Master,” someone whispered in my ear.
“Did you sleep well, Master?” someone else whispered in my other ear.

I smiled.

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Another by-request story, brought to you by this donation program that loses me a follower or two every time I post about it. If you think that means I’m gonna stop posting about it, though, you’re living in a sad fantasy world.

Let Me Love You | Pt. 2

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung 

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1492

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↠ Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Originally posted by kths


Taehyung hugged you a little bit tighter and talked while looking into Jimin’s eyes.

“And that’s why I’m going to take care of them. In this house. In front of your eyes.”

Wait..what?!

Eyes wide open, you looked at Taehyung. What was he saying?

All of a sudden, Jimin started laughing. You looked at him in disbelief. Was he really laughing right now? In this situation?

You opened your mouth to say something to him but he stopped laughing and started talking. “Wow, the time has come!” He chuckled lightly. “Our Taehyung lost his mind.”

A breathy laugh escaped Taehyung’s mouth and he nuzzled his nose in your hair while stroking your cheek with his thump. “I’m actually pretty serious right know.”

You on the other hand stood there, frozen, and didn’t know what to do. You felt dizzy and the sharp pain in your belly wasn’t making it any better.

Seeing Taehyung’s movements made something snap inside of Jimin. Taking big steps toward the both of you, he yanked you away from Taehyung and hissed. “Don’t touch her.”

He started walking toward the door but Taehyung’s words stopped him.

“Yah, Park Jimin! Does she know?”

You could feel Jimin’s grip around your wrist getting tighter. Clenching his jaw, he glared at Taehyung.

“Shut up.”

“Oh wow, she doesn’t know? Then I’m really glad to be the one telling her what kind of a bastard you are.”

Confused, you turned to Taehyung. “Tae what are you talking abou-”

Before you could end your sentence, Jimin walked toward Taehyung and pushed him. “Shut up!”

Originally posted by taeost

Jimin turned around but Taehyung started talking again. “Why? I think she needs to know that the father of her daughter is cheating on her with another woman?”

“I SAID SHUT UP!” And with that, he punched Taehyung in the face.

Walking toward you again, he held your arm and started walking. “Let’s go.”

You yanked your arm out of his grip and stopped walking. “W-What is he talking about?”

He reached out for you again but you pushed him. “WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT JIMIN?!”

“Y-Y/N-”

“You heard right, Y/N. He’s cheating on you.”

You walked toward Jimin and slapped him for the second time today. “You never really loved me.”

You were breathing heavily and the pain in your belly was getting worser.

“Was I not good enough for you?” Tears were rolling down your face and your whole body was shaking. Both of you were standing while he was looking at his hands and you were looking at him.

“I waited for you, Jimin. Every night, I waited for you.. Do you know how many sleepless nights I spent? Just because I could open the door for you when you came home.. Just because you wouldn’t feel lonely when you came home..”

He wasn’t looking up and neither was he speaking.

“I bet you came home because she had no time for you. Right? You didn’t give a crap about me. Never. You just didn’t want to be alone and that’s why you came home to me and pretended to be happy and interested..”

The pain in your belly was getting unbearable. You held your belly with your right hand and held Jimin’s chin harshly with your other hand.

“You don’t deserve us, Jimin. You don’t deserve my baby! You don’t deserv-”

But before you could end your sentence everything went black.


“We can’t hear a heartbeat!”

“She’s unconscious, that’s not good for the baby!”

“Doctor, I can’t hear the baby’s heartbeat!”

“We gonna have to deliver the baby emergency C-section!”

Slowly, you opened your eyes. You were in a hospital room and when you looked around you saw that three nurses and one doctor was standing around your bed while one was doing something on your belly, the other one was doing something on your arm and the doctor was talking to Taehyung. Wait why was Taehyung here? Where was Jimin? What happened? Is your daughter okay?

“T-Taehyung..”

After hearing your voice, Taehyung run toward you and held your hand while stroking your hair.

“Everything is going to be okay, Y/N. Don’t worry I’m here.”

“Doctor, I still can’t hear the baby’s heartbeat!” One nurse shouted.

What was she saying?! 

“What?! What’s wrong with my baby?!” You tried to stand up but the nurses held you tight so you couldn’t move. You shouted desperately and started  crying and sobbing.

“Taehyung, what’s wrong? Please tell me something Tae, please..”

“Shh, everything is going to be okay, Y/N. You have to stay calm, okay?” he was crying now too.

“Miss Y/L/N, we gonna have to deliver your baby emergency C-section.”

You were in shock and every time they told or asked you something you kept telling them to repeat it. Your doctor explained to you everything that could go wrong in the surgery but the only thing that you could think of was your little daughter and her well being. 

After signing some papers, they prepared you for your surgery. Taehyung on the other hand, was standing beside you for the whole time while placing little kisses on your temple and whispering comforting words like ‘Everything is going to be okay.’, ‘Don’t be scared, Im here.’, ‘My little princess is going to be okay, I promise.’ in your ear. You were thankful, really

The thought of Jimin crossed your mind but you couldn’t even ask Taehyung where he was. Did he really not care? Did he mean it when he said that he doesn’t want the baby? His own daughter?

Slowly, you could feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. And the last thing you remembered was Taehyung kissing your forehead and whispering “I will be waiting outside for you. Don’t be scared, beautiful.” before you were engulfed by the darkness again.


You were in your hospital room, holding your little daughter in your arms while Taehyung was sitting beside you and played with her tiny hands.

“She’s so beautiful, Y/N..”

You looked up at him. Amazed, he was looking at your daughter. You knew that Taehyung was interested in kids but seeing him this happy and excited made you chuckle.

Hearing you chuckle, he looked up at you. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you look like a little kid.” 

He rolled his eyes and started scratching his neck. You knew that he wanted to ask something but wasn’t sure if he should or not.

“Spit it out, Kim Taehyung.”

“Ehm.. C-Can I hold her? I will be careful, I swear. Just for one minut-”

You chuckled again. “Of course you can, dumbhead. Why are you even asking?”

Placing your little daughter into his arms, you watched him admiring your daughter. Again, the thought of Jimin crossed your mind. Does he know that his daughter was born? Why wasn’t he here? Was he with his real girlfriend?

Lost in your thoughts, you heard Taehyung calling your name. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

Without looking up at you, he started talking. “I meant it when I said that I would take care of both of you.”

You opened your mouth to say something but you heard the door open and a nurse walked in with some papers in her hand.

“Miss Y/L/N, how are you feeling?”

You smiled at her. “I’m okay, thank you.”

“That’s good. We have some paperwork to do. I will tell you some things about your daughter and also ask you some questions and you need to answer them, please.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“So, your daughter was born on the twenty seventh of August at 03.08 am. Right?”

You nodded again. “Yes.”

“Her name is?”

You smiled and answered. “Hana.”

The nurse wrote it down while smiling and started talking again. “Name of her mother?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“Name of her father?”

You opened your mouth to answer the question but stopped when you realized that you couldn’t. Jimin’s words echoed in your ears. ‘I don’t want this baby in my life. I don’t want you, Y/N!’

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Taehyung’s voice.

“Taehyung, Kim Taehyung is her fathers name.”

Shocked, you looked at Taehyung. What was he doing? Was he insane?

The nurse smiled again. “What a beautiful name, Kim Hana.”

Taehyung smiled. “Thank you.”

Little did you know that Jimin was standing by the door, one hand holding a little bouquet and a present for his daughter and the other hand formed into a fist, listening to your conversation.


Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is the second part of ‘Let Me Love You’ and I hope you like it~ And let me know who you think is better for the baby and Y/N. Jimin or Taehyung?