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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

Being unmotivated is not an excuse.

During these past couple of months, I had this urge of working extremely hard to actually get better at school–my academics. I studied everyday and I worked hard and put every ounce of effort into all of my work. I never let anything slide. When exams came around, I got nervous, I was unmotivated, I was not ready to acknowledge the fact that I was about to sit these exams. 

When I did, every word I wrote on those pages were not good enough, slowly I felt like everything I worked for in the past couple of month were slipping through my fingertips. I was saddened. Exam after exam I felt myself slowly drifting away, loosing myself to  pieces of paper I prepared my self so hard for. I had nights were I was so sad, and just slept unsoundly. I was sad. Extremely sad. And I knew that when I got my grades back, I wasn’t going to get the grades I wanted–and I didn’t. I got average grades and there I felt myself feel extremely angry and just unmotivated to do anything after pursuing these exams. 

My teachers have hope that I will get better grades and that I could easily bump myself up to higher points. They had faith in me, when I didn’t. How was I supposed to continue studying if I was feeling unmotivated? If I didn’t believe in myself completely? 

These past couple of months hit me like a ton of bricks. People were getting better grades than me, and to be honest it did bother me. Why? Because I want to feel that satisfaction, that relief to receiving those amazing grades. I want to feel acknowledged, I want to feel like I accomplished something. I want to feel like I am ready to take on the world and its challenges without the feeling that I was not able to accomplish any of the challenges. 

I pitied myself. I felt sorry for myself. 

Then came a day, were I woke up and finally realized that feeling sorry for myself, feeling pity for myself, feeling unmotivated, feeling like I am not smart enough, feeling like I am not worth it is not an excuse for me anymore. Those feelings are never going to get me to that top university. The universities are looking for people who can take initiatives, people who are capable of taking control of their own life, people who don’t give up that easily, and finally people who don’t get unmotivated so easily and keep trying their best even when they are at their worst. 

That is the kind of personality I need, that is the kind of personality which I will have. I will not stop till I get the grades that I want, I will work my hardest and smartest from now on, I will learn how to prioritize my social life from my school life. I need to learn how to balance. And most importantly I need to learn how to not give up so easily and feel unmotivated so easily. Being unmotivated is not an excuse for me anymore, and nor should it be for you. Being unmotivated wont allow you to get those grades, those accomplishments. 

Leonardo at MoMA

Last week, an 8 ⅜ × 6 ¼ inch drawing quietly went up in our fifth floor galleries and made history—for the first time, a work by Leonardo da Vinci is on view at the Museum of Modern Art. Of course, there are questions: Why here? Why now? Is Leonardo da Vinci modern?

Artist David Hammons selected the brush and ink drapery study to be placed on display with just one #MoMACollection work of his choosing. What do you think he chose? If you were given the keys to our galleries, what work or artist would you pair with Leonardo da Vinci?

Image Credit: Leonardo da Vinci. “The drapery of a kneeling figure.” c. 1491–94. Brush and black ink with white heightening on pale blue prepared paper. The Royal Collection/HM Queen Elizabeth II. Photo: Royal Collection Trust/© Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II 2017] #ArtistsChoice


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*

Yes, Mr. Park | Pt. 4

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: What would happen if he finds a new toy to play with?
Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

You woke up slowly, peacefully, aching for his touch. Scrubbing your hands up and down your arms to dispel the chill racing along your skin, you wondered if you ever be able to live without him again. It almost felt like you could still feel him inside of you, his touch was still lingering around on your body. Would you miss him, if he ever ended your relationship? Or whatever it was? You wrapped the bed sheet around your naked body, tip toeing to the door. You would have put your clothes back on, but the dress from last night was nowhere to be found. 

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prove it. (m)


yoo kihyun | reader
rivals au & high school au / smut, fluff
word count:
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.  
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.

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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Vegan Spring Potato Waffles with crispy baked Tofu


  • 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


  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!
Lee Daehwi Mafia AU

warnings: needles, tattoos

  • you were a tattoo artist at a local tattoo studio
  • you worked there with your older brother, who had been good friends with some of the members of 101 in high school
  • because of that, whenever a new member joined 101, they went to your studio to get their 101 tattoo
  • you and your brother had complied an entire binder of the different “101″ designs you’d come up with so far
  • one night, you were just sketching at the front  desk of the studio because your brother was getting the latest shipment of ink
  • a group of guys came in, and you recognized a few of them as higher-ups of 101
  • they’d come by before to get other work done by your brother, and you’d done touch-ups on kang dongho’s back tattoo as well
  • they greet you and gesture towards a small guy, probably the same age as you, clearly terrified
  • “ah, (y/b/n) isn’t here right now,” you explained, “you can wait for him if you’d like, or i can do it”
  • they agreed that it would be better to just get it over 
  • you asked the guys to wait in the front, leading him to your smaller studio room and settling him into the chair
  • “so, I’m (y/n), and obviously i’ll be working on you today” you introduced yourself
  • “l-lee daehwi,” he replied, sending you a nervous smile
  • you smiled at him, “i’m not gonna ask how a cute guy like you ended up running the likes of kang dongho and ong seongwoo”
  • daehwi laughed shakily at that, pushing the silvery-blonde hair out of his face
  • “so, here’s some of the 101 tattoos that i’ve done before” you leaned over, showing him the binder of tattoos you’d already done, glancing over at him as he exhaled nervously
  • “you scared of needles?”
  • “something like that”
  • he ends up not really being a fan of any of the samples, so you work with him to find something he likes
  • he ends up settling on a simple, clean ‘101′ right underneath his collarbone
  • you prepare the paper and have him take off his shirt
  • he turns kind of red as he’s unbuttoning his black collared shirt, so you turn away since he’s obviously uncomfortable
  • you handed him a mirror and held the paper up underneath his collarbone to just check and make sure it was okay
  • he tells you it’s fine, and you grab a disinfecting wipe, carefully wiping the area
  • he hissed at the cold, obviously super nervous
  • “hey, i want you to take a deep breath” you said, concerned about him
  • daehwi did as you asked, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth
  • “you know, if you don’t want to do this, i can tell dongho my machinery’s not working or something,” you said gently, placing a hand on his arm “i’ve known him forever, he’ll believe me”
  • daehwi sighed “no, i’ll do it, i just wanna get this over with”
  • you shrugged, leaning over to grab some sterile gloves before opening the box of sterile equipment that your brother had sterilized that morning
  • as you did so, you explained to daehwi what was going to happen, how much pain he would feet, etc
  • after setting up the necessary equipment, you told him that you’d get started, using a single-tipped needle to begin your outlining
  • as you started, daehwi bit down on his lip, clearly in pain
  • “daehwi, breathe,” you said quietly, pausing your actions
  • daehwi nodded, sighing before breathing deeply, body visibly relaxing
  • once he was a lot more relaxed, you started again, trying to strike up a conversation with him to distract him
  • you told him about this one time a guy tried to get you to tattoo “suck my dick” across his knuckles, which made daehwi smile
  • when you were done with the tattoo, which only took about half an hour to complete given how small and simple it was, you noticed that daehwi was clearly relaxed and comfortable
  • you wiped off the blood that had beaded up before carefully covering the tattoo with a bandage
  • as you helped daehwi out of the chair, you tried to explain to him how to take care of the tattoo, but he was clearly out of it
  • as you brought him back to dongho and his little squad lounging in the front room, you scribbled your name and number on a piece of paper, handing it to daehwi
  • “text me so that i can explain to you how to take care of that,” you explained, pointing to his collarbone “i don’t trust these idiots to remember what they ate for breakfast, let alone detailed instructions”
  • daehwi smiled and nodded, hurrying to follow the others out of the shop
  • “you don’t give your number out often” your brother drawled from the front desk’s chair, feet up on the desk
  • you jumped, not realizing that he’d been sitting there
  • “when did you get back?” you asked, clutching your chest in fright
  • “just got back,” he explained, “you finally trying to tap that 101 good good?”
  • you rolled your eyes with a small blush, heading back to your small studio to clean up
  • “he was cute” your brother yelled after you with a smirk
  • he was cute, a fact you came to realize with the daily selcas he texted you to show you what his tattoo looked like, making sure it looked correct
  • (it always did)
  • one day you’re coming back from the pharmacy where you’d gone to buy more sterile gloves/bandages and there’s a cute little cactus sitting on the front desk
  • “hey (y/n),” your brother wiggled his eyebrows at you “your boy crush stopped by and left that for you”
  • you blushed, grabbing the cactus and taking it to your studio
  • your room seemed a bit dreary, and i just wanted to say thank you for helping me not be so nervous about my first tattoo!” daehwi had texted you when you asked him what the occasion was for the plant
  • adorable
  • when 101 brings another recruit in by the name of yoo seonho, daehwi tags along with dongho and seongwoo
  • your brother tattoos seonho this time, who’s a lot more excited and eager than daehwi was, so dongho, seongwoo and daehwi all watch him lmao
  • but as seonho’s discussing whether he wants his entire back or chest to read “101 ride or die”, daehwi ducks out of your brother’s room to say hi to you
  • he sits in your little studio and you two end up talking all through seonho’s session
  • “hey kid, it’s time to go,” dongho stuck his head into your office, smiling gently at daehwi
  • “ok!” daehwi got up out of his chair
  • “this was nice” you smiled at him, taking the mug of tea that you’d made for him back
  • “yeah it was,” daehwi smiled back at you, pausing before turning fully to look at you
  • “hey, (y/n), i was wondering if you might want to go on a date some time? like to a cafe or something, to talk like this”
  • you grin at him “i’d love you, and you already have my number, so just text me!”
  • you two start dating, and while your brother’s not too keen on the idea, he warms up to it
  • daehwi will stop by the tattoo parlor to say hi to you
  • he lets you draw on his skin (with a pen, not actual needles) to come up with new ideas
  • he’s so kind and pure it’s hard to believe that he’s in 101
  • but he’s a devoted boyfriend who tries to support you no matter what

this series has wrecked my internet history

“how long does a semi-automatic pistol take to fire through one magazine”

“how to make a car drift”

“would a bullet shot from x meters go through a body”

“how to tattoo someone”

“tattoo process”

it’s ok its worth it

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;


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.


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anonymous asked:

the ghosts who spend the most time with izuku start getting better at interacting with the world around them, so narita pulls the bedsheets down when aizawa's late waking up, and kitayama puts a juice pouch on his pillow. nana finds herself being able to push specific pressure points to get toshinori's aching body to relax, the pain seeping away for a bit, and gran torino occasionally hears the microwave ding when he's feeling hungry, taiyaki already prepared. rei toilet papers the 1-a dorms

I absolutely love every one of these scenarios. I honestly have nothing to add to them because they fit each character flawlessly.

anonymous asked:

Obi-Wan and Anakin are sent undercover as a slave and owner. Obi-Wan doesn't want to do it, because of Anakin's past, but they can't get out of it. And Anakin is clearly upset. The council and everyone expects that Anakin will play the slave part, but Obi-Wan shaves his beard and packs differently and tells Anakin it's because red hair is so rare that it will make more sense that he would be the one owned. But really it's becsuse Obi-Wan is going to protect Anakin in every way he can.

Go big or go home.

That’s something that doesn’t apply to the Jedi temple really but Anakin still knew it was hard not to when it was whispered by padawans about to take on their first missions, terrified and trying to let it go into the Force.

This was by no means Anakin’s first mission.

Anakin was damn well an adult and he was tall and strong and yes a bit arrogant but sometimes he thought that the Jedi council was just as arrogant and lacked the tiniest shred of compassion, after all, why would they assign a known former slave to a mission that required sad former slave to go undercover AS a slave again.

Anakin threatened to crush the cup in his hand, to spill the juice in his cup over his fist and onto the table and from the way people were inching away from him, he was not leaking pleasant emotions into the Force.

Only Ahsoka stayed where she was in front of him at the table, eating her own meal quietly.

He was so grateful she wasn’t coming along for it, glad she had to stay for studies because if he had to bring her along on thi-

“There you are Anakin, are you ready?” Obi-Wan’s gentle voice floated over his shoulder and Anakin grumbled before nodding into his plate.

“Yeah, I was just getting something to eat before we depart.” He muttered, reaching down to pick up his bag even as he heard Ahsoka’s spoon hit the table and her shock filling their apprentice bond. Blinking, he peered over the table to see her stare open mouthed at something over Anakin’s shoulder.

That would be…

Anakin quickly turned and stared up too, eyes widening up in shock. “Obi-Wan, you shaved!”

Running his hand over a his smooth jaw, Obi-Wan quirked a small grin, looking every moment like that fresh faced knight Anakin remembered the first time he meet him unless you looked too closely at Obi-Wan’s eyes and saw the wear and tear. “Well yes, we are going undercover and I believe this would fit my role better?” He cocked his head.

Nausea filled Anakin’s stomach for a few seconds and then confusion. “Your…”

Pity filled those deep green orbs. “Anakin…I would never force you into a role like that and I know how to act, now come along, we have work to do.” He turned on his boot heel and headed towards the door, humming a little tune that Anakin faintly recognized.

Dazedly, he grabbed his bag and caught up to his old master, taking him by the shoulder. “Obi-Wan? I…you’re going to… you can’t be serious.” The knight questioned anxiously.

“Of course I am. Do you have any idea what kind of esteem you’ll have with me at your feet? A redhead? Don’t worry too much Anakin, it won’t be the first time I’ve worn a collar.” Obi-Wan offered carelessly.

Stiffening even as he followed Obi-Wan on autopilot, Anakin mentally reviewed their former adventures.

None of those had included Obi-Wan as a slave…


“Oh really Anakin, I had a life before you came along.” Obi-Wan offered as lightly as possible as they lined up. “Now, we are heading out to Alderaan, from there we are getting a prepared shuttle that you will pilot out to the outer rims. Our identification papers and prepared outfits are there.” He launched into mission preperation details with little to no issue.

Only when Anakin wrapped his arm around the redhead’s shoulders did he quiet down, peering up at him.

“…Thank you Obi-Wan.” Anakin whispered, knowing that it was not going to be easy to have to pretend to be a slaver and listen to others of the same sort but he would not be a slave again even in name only. “Thank you.”

Obi-Wan shot him a small, shy smile, dimples at the corner of his lips barely peeking out. “Oh Anakin, my stupid but beloved padawan.” He chuckled.

Anakin squeezed his shoulder. “Former padawan.”

“Always my first padawan.” Obi-Wan smirked faintly and Anakin couldn’t do anything but nod with a soft laugh.


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 🤓