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◇ Maybe Jungkook wasn’t as bad as you previously thought. Maybe.

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fuckboi!au + college!au

◇ length: 4.9k

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◇ okay i know i said i was working on other things but i just realised I’m almost at 2k followers and i wanted to get this fnished bc a lot of yall apparently like this and honestly i kinda like how this part turned out!!! Also thank almost 2k of you for being sweet and supportive and understanding,,,,,, ily all 💗💗

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Two hours pass and Jeon Jungkook is still completely and utterly flabbergasted — and hard, too.

He can’t wrap his head around the fact that you teased him, turned him on and then proceeded to leave him. That - that’s never happened. He’s Jeon Jungkook — any girl in this college would bend over backwards to have him in their beds, and what’s even worse is that Jungkook was the one chasing after you. Shit.

So he stands for maybe more minutes than is socially acceptable, mouth gaping and eyes narrowed in an uncomfortable mixture of confusion and disbelief — and then, he downs between 2 and 10 concoctions from the kitchen that are much too bitter but much too sweet at the same time; he flirts and kisses and flirts and kisses until he’s breathless but he’s still bored, still spiritless.

Thus, Jungkook finds himself locked in one of many bathrooms in Jackson Wang’s house. A shaky breath escapes his lips when the pounding music fades to a muffled cacophony and his inebriated gaze focuses on his image in the crystal mirror in front of him.

He imagines you were there with him; your hair mussed, your lips swollen, chest heaving with every breath. He imagines that he lifts you onto the sink and eats you out like a man starved, he imagines you getting on your knees and swallowing his cock like it’s your favourite treat. And fuck, are those good thoughts.

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The wrong number || Ch. 1

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

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Genre- Angst

Description- After the encounter over the phone, there is only one question that rests on Jungkook’s mind. Who was she?

Word count- 2,054



~Jungkook’s POV~

I rushed around the bedroom frantically looking for my phone, somebody had called four times already, who was that desperate to talk to me? Then I remembered who I was, it actually wasn’t uncommon for people to want to talk me, I shouldn’t have been surprised.

I lifted up the pillow, as the phone went off for the fifth time. I could hear that it was close. The amount of calls I was getting was ridiculous, someone was really eager. As I flung the pillow back on the bed the phone flew out of it, sliding as it came in contact with the floor. That was the last thing I wanted. I had broken my last phone, this one was given to me, and I was still incapable of looking after it. I snatched up the phone just as it rang for the sixth time and pressed the answer button.

“Um, h-hello?” A voice spoke quietly. I froze, this was definitely a call from an international number.

“H-hello.” I replied, not knowing what more to say, I couldn’t speak much English. What was I supposed to do now?

“Pardon?” It was a female voice. She must not have heard what I said, I giggled as she said pardon. It brought back memories.

“I can’t speak English very well, sorry.” I was embarrassed, my accent must have been obvious too. There was something about this girl that made all my confidence melt away. I had always been a shy person, but what I was experiencing at this moment was something different. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

It was then I heard the loud chime of bells. But there were no bells around, I assumed it was coming from over the phone. I could hear bells? It couldn’t possibly mean what I thought it meant, could it?

“Do you speak Korea- I mean- well of course you do, since your Korean, right?” She stumbled over her words, she was more nervous than me.

“R-right.” I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to understand. 

“Do you know anyone by the name of Hana?” I was taken aback by her sudden change in language. Thank god, she could speak Korean, this could have gone on for hours.

“What’s a- I mean who is Hana?” I questioned. I really had no idea who she was talking about. She sighed.

“Uh, well-uh- I must have got the wrong number, sorry!” I would have let her turn off the phone, but there was something about her, I couldn’t let her go without at least finding out her name.

“What’s your name?” I mumbled. I had never really asked any girl her name, not out of sheer curiosity anyway. There was a long silence.

“My name is… Y/N.” she answered. Y/N, that name echoed in my head. “I’ve told you my name, but what’s your name?” I was surprised about her asking my name. I didn’t want to tell her my name so soon, if I did she may never call me again. I had no idea why I was taking so much interest in this girl

“I’ll only tell you my name if you call the wrong number again, by chance,” I said. I wasn’t sure what I was talking about myself, it was as if these words were coming from somewhere else

“That’s hardly fair.” she answered sounding slightly annoyed.

“I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we talk to each other, you’ll get to know my name soon enough.” I was sure we would talk again, I didn’t know how; there was something inside me, however, that told me it was certain.

Jungkook laid in bed, gazing up at the ceiling. Ever since the phone call, which had only been an hour ago, he could not get you out of his mind. 

Who was she? 

As much as he tried to push this question to the back of his mind, it just kept recurring; your name echoed in his head. He looked at his phone, which was placed on a table to his side and with a heavy sigh, rolled back to face the ceiling. When the phone call had been over he immediately checked to see if the number had saved, but to his dismay, it had not. He felt bad now- after guaranteeing that the both of you would talk again- it appeared he couldn’t keep that promise. Breaking promises was something he never did. He had to talk to you again. 

He couldn’t get the bells off his mind either. He was sure he had heard them. He had constantly been ridiculed, for believing in the concept of bells ringing when your soulmate was near, however he had heard it with his own ears. There had been no one around him at the time. Jungkook knew very well- he had even known at the time- the bells had been ringing for you, he was sure of it. It was the only explanation for the way he was feeling. The only way to explain why, as soon as he’d turned off the phone, he felt empty; like a part of him had been removed. He had not even registered the fact that you had been meaning to make the call to someone else. Jungkook rolled on his side and closed his eyes. He knew he’d be tired tomorrow.

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Jungkook woke up abruptly. He had dreamt about the phone call all night, your name still etched in his mind. He sighed, forgetting you was going to be difficult. But, for some reason, he didn’t want to forget you.

He walked into the living room which was empty, save jimin sitting on the sofa, actively scrolling through his phone.

“Where is everyone?” Jungkook asked, eyes scanning around the living room.

“Places.”Jimin answered still glued to his phone. “In case you didn’t know there’s nothing scheduled today and no practice, so you can do whatever you want.” Jungkook was displeased.

I got up early for nothing? I suppose I’ll just go for a walk and clear my mind, he thought to himself.

“I’m going for a walk, want to come with?” he asked Jimin.

“No.”Jimin replied putting his phone in his pocket and closing his eyes. Without another word Jungkook walked out of the front door and slammed it behind him.

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He walked down the street. He was used to getting many stares from passers by, even tourists, who recognised him due to bangtan’s worldwide fame. Fans sometimes approached him to talk to him, which he did not mind at all. The fans meant a lot to him as did they to the rest of his group. Jungkook was so lost in thought he had noticed a little girl chasing him.

“Excuse me!” she called from behind him. He stopped in his tracks. She came to a halt in front of him and bent down to catch her breath, the girl must have been only four years old.

“Can I help you?”Jungkook asked tilting his head slightly to see if she was okay.

“I just wanted you to sign my book.” The girl opened the book on a page with what appeared to be a drawing of a particularly muscular figure. “That’s you,” she said pointing at it. A smile stretched across his face. He knelt down and pulled a pen out of his pocket, signing the page with his usual scribble.

“Here you go,” he said handing the book back to her.

“Thank you!” She ran back towards an oncoming figure. Jungkook stood in the same spot for a while, the figure looked familiar, it was a woman. She was holding the girl’s hand, as she slowed down he recognised her. She stopped in front of him.

“Hi!” She said, letting go of the child and pulling him into a hug, he placed his  arm on her shoulder. They were in public and he didn’t want people making assumptions.

“Eunji, hey,” he said somewhat reluctant. It wasn’t because he disliked her, he just wanted to be careful while there were other people around.

“What? Not that happy to see me?” she asked letting go of him.

“No no, sorry, it’s just-”

“Ah, I see, too many people around.” Eunji was more forward than other women, though that didn’t stop them from being good friends. Other people, however, did not believe they were no more than friends. Jungkook could not deny either, she was incredibly beautiful. She grabbed the hand of the little girl next to her once again. “Do you want to go and sit down somewhere?” She asked.

“Sure,” he answered. Together they walked a little further and sat down on chairs outside a small café.

“So,” she began, “how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“I’m good,” he replied. “I’ve just been really busy, this is the only day off we’ve had this week, not that I’m complaining. I don’t really care. So, who’s this kid?” he asked looking at the little girl sitting on Eunji’s lap.

“She’s my fiancé’s daughter, didn’t I mention it to you before?” Jungkook shook his head. “Well, she’s four years old, tell him your name, sweetie?” Eunji told the girl.

“My name is Minseo!” she squeaked, hopping off Eunji’s lap and proceeded to sit on the floor and draw in her book.

“So, when are you and your fiancé planning to get married?”Jungkook questioned.

“In two months,” she answered, lowering her head. Jungkook looked at her, concern apparent on his face.

“What’s wrong- wait- have you told your parents?” he asked eyebrows furrowing. She looked up at him, her eyes showing remnants of tears.

“No, and I’m not going to- don’t say anything- I’ve made my final decision.”Jungkook closed his mouth abruptly, but opened it again.

“They’re your parents, I know they live abroad but surely they’ll come to your wedding if you request, this is a big part of your life.” Eunji laughed mockingly.

“Please, they didn’t even want me to come to this country, do you really think they’ll come here to see me get married to someone against their wishes?” She asked tears forming once more.

“You’re their daughter.” he replied “You never know, they might change their minds after talking to you.” She wiped her eyes with the tips of her fingers.

“I’ll ask them, once. But I don’t know what the outcome will be, I won’t hope for too much” She took a heavy sigh and forced a smile on her face. “You definitely have to come to my wedding though, no excuses. You can bring your friends too and a plus one maybe.” She said, a suggestive grin appearing on her face.

“Heh, there’s no plus one that’s for sure, but yeah I’ll ask the guys.” 

“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she continued, “how’s my old phone working for you, good I had it spare, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s good.” He said, leaving out the part about the mystery call, and the fact he’d almost broken it.

“I still don’t know why you couldn’t buy the same phone you broke? Wait I remember, everyone else will buy the new phone coming out and-”

I’ll be stuck with the old one.” he finished. She laughed.

“You’re so particular.”

”I have to be when it comes to technology.” he answered pouting. Minseo pulled at Eunji’s dress.

“I need to go to the toilet.” She muttered. Eunji got up suddenly.

“I guess we have to go now, you’ll get the invite for the wedding, and thanks for listening to me drone on about my problems.”

“No worries, besides you’re not half as bad as the hyungs.” He smiled. She beamed at him and strode off. Minseo turned back and waved at him- to which he waved back- then jogged to catch up with Eunji.

Jungkook sat silently, not taking any notice of the people staring at him. He felt at peace; peace that he knew wasn’t going to last very long.

Sure enough it didn’t last, as the ringing of his phone interrupted the moment of calm. It was a number unknown to him. He pressed the answer button slowly.

“Hello.” A female voice spoke. His mouth fell open, he knew who it was. 

“You again?”

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Brett x Reader


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A/N: I like all the ideas coming from you, they inspire me so much, @lazyneonmonster. Probably bc they’re mainly based on Brett, but wth.

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Brett toss his arm around your shoulders as you lean back on the couch, scrolling through social media on your phone. He peeked at your screen from the corner of his eye and saw how you absently stopped by some ridiculous posts just to snicker and then scroll forward.

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Protective BTS- part 2 (Jimin scenario)

Jimin:

 He was late, very late. He knew he would have to face your wrath once he arrived at the park. He ran across the street, clutching his hand over his chest, as he breathed sharply.  

 “AAAh she’s going to kill me now” he whined, completely out of breath, while imagining the look on your face the moment you’d see him. He shuddered at the thought.

 In all honesty, he hadn’t meant to be late, he had everything ready hours in advance, but then just before he was about to leave, V ran into him, accidentally spilling his soda all over him, ruining both his hair and his clothes, and he had to shower all over again. Of course, that led to him not knowing what to wear, and his hair decided to stop cooperating last minute, becoming an untamable mess. He let out a groan of frustration, as he looked down at his basketball style outfit and remembered his cap covered hair. He only wanted to look good for you, to impress you, was that really so much to ask for?

 He texted you to let you know he was about to arrive at the park, but you didn’t reply and he couldn’t quite figure out if it was because you hadn’t seen the text yet, or because you were so mad at him you refused to reply. He felt his heart squirm with nervousness, and he felt guilty for having made you wait so long. He cursed Taehyung in his mind; he had purposefully stayed away from Namjoon all day to avoid accidents, to no avail. It must be Murphy’s Law.

 He stopped at the gates of the park, with his hands on his hips, as he pushed his body forward, trying to catch his breath. He looked down at his sweaty body and sighed. He looked around for a bathroom where he could at least dry himself with some toilet paper, or some tissue or something, so you wouldn’t be mad at him for being both late, and gross.

 He came out of the bathroom and checked his phone once more. He saw your name flash across the screen, so he unlocked the phone and opened the text. Even through text he could tell you were annoyed, but you told him where you were, so that meant you still wanted to see him, right? So he did the least he could do, and rushed over to the small café at the park, his gaze scanning the area for a glimpse of you.

 He spotted you easily, even though he was quite a considerable distance away from you, your beautiful hair shining in the sun, your clothes cutely coordinated according to your favorite colors, and the cute expression on your face as you scrunched your nose up while you read something on your phone, clearly displeased. He stopped running and stood there smiling like an idiot, enjoying the sight of you before you could get mad enough at him to throw a shoe at his head or something.

 His expression hardened completely once he saw a random guy approach you, taking a seat in front of you, and leisurely resting his arm on the back of the chair, while he spoke to you. He felt the blood in his veins begin to boil.

 You looked up when you noticed the sudden movement in front of you, expecting to meet your boyfriend’s smile, but instead, you were greeted with a random stranger. Your expression fell, you were a little disappointed. The stranger was cute, that was undeniable, but he couldn’t compete against your boyfriend. Boyfriend who was very, VERY late, by the way.

 You forced a smile at the guy, and continued to scroll down your phone, hoping he would go away. The guy leaned forward, and placed a hand on your phone, making you look up at him.

 “Hi, I just saw you from over there” He said, pointing to a spot somewhere over to the left, “ And I realized you are really pretty. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by herself for so long?”

 From the corner of your eye, you spotted Jimin standing there, looking at you, and although you hadn’t looked at him directly, you knew him well enough to be able to imagine his displeased expression. You didn’t let him know you had seen him, but in your mind, you had already come up with a plan to pay him back for making you wait for almost an hour.

 You smiled at the guy widely, knowing very well Jimin would see this, and with your own hand, you gently removed his from your phone. You clicked it locked, and slipped it into your handbag.

 “I’m waiting for someone, actually” you told him, the smile never leaving your lips, but still choosing the words carefully enough to let him know you were not available.

 “Well, I don’t see them anywhere…” He replied slyly, you tried to cover up the disgust you felt at his tone, but you knew your lips twitched slightly, ready to form into a scowl. He put his hand over your forearm, and you tried to jerk away from him, but his hold was strong. You were regretting your plan. You closed your eyes tightly.

 Jimin was watching you from a distance, his chest rising aggressively with every breath he took. His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed as the guy placed his hand on your phone. That guy was getting way too comfortable with you for his liking. He stood there debating what to do, watching you smile at the guy, but he relaxed when he watched you remove his hand from your phone.

 The moment the guy’s hand touched your forearm, he had seen enough. He walked over to where you both were, trying to keep a calm and collected expression because he knew very well that punching the guy in the face wouldn’t be good for his image. He wrapped his arms tightly around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, after giving you a peck on the cheek. He turned to the guy and smiled broadly.

 “I’m sorry I’m late Jagi” He told you in a cheerful tone, but you could hear the strain in his voice as he kept the eye contact with the stranger, who had begun to shift uncomfortably on his chair.

 “Oh here you are baby, I’ve been waiting forever for you!” You told him with an equally big smile, resting your hands on his arms, holding them tightly. The stranger coughed, and excused himself before getting up from his seat as quickly as you could. You let out a sigh of relief.

 Jimin took the now abandoned seat, and smiled at you apologetically.

 “I really am sorry I made you wait so much. V got me drenched in soda, and I had to shower and get changed, and I had picked a really nice outfit, and now I look terrible, and I’m sorry for everything” He rambled on, but you raised your hand up, commanding him to shut up, while you contained your giggles.

 “Were you jealous?” You asked him with a playful smile tugging on your lips.

 “What? Me? No!” he told you, but his cheeks gave him away, they had become a light shade of pink.

 “Are you sure?” You asked him again, raising an eyebrow at him, and he huffed.

 “Okay, maybe a little. But that idiot had no right in touching you like that! Who does he think he is?!” he responded, getting agitated, and you laughed at him.

 “You know you are the only one for me, right? You have no need to get jealous, because I only see you. Although I must admit, jealous and protective Jimin is kind of sexy” you told him with a wink, before wrapping your hand around his, leaning slightly forward. He smiled so wide you thought his cheeks would split, and he blushed harder.

 “And you are the only one for me jagi. I’m not worried about you, it’s those greasy guys that worry me. I don’t want them near you. I want to protect you for as long as you are mine” He told you, and you found the fact he called them greasy kind of ironic, because before you two had started dating, he was a complete greaseball towards you, flirting shamelessly, throwing his arms around you, and demanding kisses all the time.

 “Then I guess you are stuck protecting me for the rest of our lives” You told him, your eyes sparkling with the promise of forever, and he looked at you with the sweetest smile you had ever seen him produce.

 “That would be my pleasure” He responded, kissing your knuckles, and you could see his eyes getting glassy, as he got emotional at the thought of spending the rest of his life with the person he loved the most. God how you loved protective Jimin.

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He gets insecure about himself.

L U K E:

Luke had gone to the doctor for his yearly check up and came back with an unhappy look on his face. He plops down on the couch next to you with a sigh. You turn towards him with a pout on your face, confused as to what the doctor could have said to make him upset.

                “What’s wrong, Luke?” You coo at him, gently cupping his cheek in your hand. He looks down at his lap and fumbles with his fingers. He lets out another sigh and looks back up at you.

                “The doctor said I’m not done growing. I’m going to get taller than this, Y/N! I’m already a giant. I hate this. He made some comment about how broad my shoulders are and how I’m way taller than anyone my age. I don’t want to be taller than everyone my age. I scared the shit out of a little girl fan last week, do you remember that? She cried to her mom saying she was scared of me because I was so tall. I don’t want to scare people!” He cries. Your mouth is hanging wide open, shocked at how upset he is over this. You cup his face in your hands, but he looks away from you.

                “Look at me, Lucas.” He’s put off by how serious your voice is and looks back up. “Listen to me, your height is perfect. Do you know how safe you make me feel? How comfortable you make me feel? Little girls get afraid of nearly everything, Luke. Don’t let that get to you. You’re perfect, I promise.” A smile arises on his face, redness rushing to his cheeks.

                “Do I really make you feel safe?” He whispers. You let out a quiet laugh and nod your head.

                “I’ve never felt so safe in my life.”

M I C H A E L:

                You were making food in the kitchen for Michael when he walked in and leaned against the counter, staring at you. You were making his favorite thing of yours, homemade alfredo pasta. You’d made this on your first date with him and he’s asked for it what seems like a million times since. You decided to make it out of the blue today, just because it sounded good.

                “I don’t want the food, Y/N.” He says bluntly. He always loved your cooking, so this kind of hurt you. You turned towards him, your brows furrowed.

                “What? You always want my food!” You exclaim. He shakes his head with a seemingly grumpy look on his face.

                “No. I need to stop eating like shit all the time. Ever notice how each of the other guys are fitter or thinner than I am? When we train, they don’t feel nearly as bad as I do afterwards or even during. I’m tired of being the one chubby guy, okay?” His sentence trails off at the end, but after he’s made his point clear he leaves the room. You follow him into your bedroom, calling his name as he walks in front of you but he was ignoring you.

                “Michael Gordon Clifford, fucking pay attention to me” You spit and he stops dead in his tracks. You never use his full name. “You. Are not. Chubby. I can fit in your shirts, does that make me chubby too?” He turns around quickly, a frown on his face.        

                “Of course not, you’re beautiful.” He croaked.  You moved towards him and rubs your hands up and down on his biceps.

                “Exactly. So if I’m not chubby, you’re not chubby. You’re literally the farthest thing from chubby. You’ve got the best body. Long legs, long torso, nice arms…I love your body, Michael.” He looks down at you and smiles, kissing your forehead. “Now, come and eat my food!” He laughs and follows as you drag him by the wrist to the kitchen.

A S H T O N:

                You and Ashton were anxiously waiting on your couch for the first big photo shoot pictures that 5 Seconds of Summer did to come out. They should be arriving in your email at any moment and you couldn’t wait. You couldn’t get over how attractive Ashton looked that day and you could just imagine how great the pictures looked. When the familiar ding of a new email rang out, you both perked up and clicked as fast as we could. You started scrolling through the pictures and could feel Ashton sink down next to you. You could see the displeased look, even though you could only see him out of your peripherals.

                “Look how terrible my skin looks.” He sighs, rubbing at his cheeks. Ashton was a pretty confident guy, but when it came to his skin, he lost every part of that. He hated the way he could never clear up his skin completely.

                “You look fine, babe” You reply. He looks at you and purses his lips.

                “You’re only saying that because you have to.” He grumbles. You roll your eyes and continue looking through the pictures, hearing him make his disapproving noises and you start to get tired of it.

                “Are you fucking kidding me, Ash?” You hissed. He shrugged at you. “You realize that you look amazing in all these right? That every single member of the fam is going to think you look beautiful, like they always do.” He smirks at you, hearing the jealousy in your voice.

                “I guess so. I just worry that people will say something about it, you know?” He sighs. You shake your head, smiling at him.

                “And if they do? Everyone has imperfections, Ashton. You’re seriously beautiful, don’t be ridiculous.” You kiss his cheek, making him break out into the huge smile you know and love.

                “Not as beautiful as you, Y/N!”

C A L U M:

                You and Calum were laying in bed one night when you rolled over and found him looking through the comments on a new video he put up on Youtube, covering an All Time Low song.

                “What the fuck” He growls, continuing to scroll. One of Calum’s biggest insecurities is his voice, so posting solo covers on Youtube was a huge feat for him. It always made him nervous, even though it didn’t appear that way in the video. You scooted closer to his naked chest, pulling his body closer to yours.

                “What’s the grumbling about, baby?” You ask, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at him. You begin to trace over his tattoo with your fingers as he looks down at you.

                “There’s just a lot of comments making fun of my voice. Saying it’s nasally and annoying. My voice isn’t nasally and annoying…Right, Y/N?” He questions. You turn your head and pout at him.

                “Your voice is amazing! I’m sure there’s way more comments saying that!” He shrugs and looks down at your still pouting face.

                “I mean, yeah. There’s a lot of people saying they love it, but I don’t know…I just believe the other people more. They’re being more honest.” He squeaked. He wasn’t someone to get so down on himself. He always had his tough guy exterior, but it kind of hurt your heart to hear him talking so badly about himself just because a few people said rude things about him.

                “You’ve got the best voice, silly. The people telling you that you’re great are being honest! Your voice reminds me of James Bourne, I’ve always thought that” His eyes brightened.

                “From Busted?! I mean, I guess I’m pretty good, huh.” He responds, winking at you.. You giggled and kissed his chest, glad he was feeling better about himself.

#12- “things you said when you thought I was asleep” (for @shions-heart )

Training camps usually leave Kunimi feeling even lazier than usual—not just because of the additional practice and the heat, but because of the level of inescapable social interaction that comes along with it. When they have breaks, he’s always napping, or at least trying to nap.

He managed to get into the shower first, and so when he gets back to the room with their futons spread out all around it, it’s a relief. He curls up on top of his, burrowing his own face into the crook of his arm and closing his eyes, hoping he can doze off before the rest of them are around to be loud, and rowdy, and demanding again.

He doesn’t have that much luck, it seems, and Kindaichi comes wandering in a few minutes later, when Kunimi is hovering just on the edge of sleep. He hears Kindaichi make a soft sound, something that just might be the first syllable of his name before clipping his mouth shut once more. He sits down on his own futon next to Kunimi, clearly making an effort to be quiet about it. He smells clean, like he probably came straight from the showers as well, and Kunimi is tempted to drag himself two feet closer and use Kindaichi to block out the light instead of his own arm.

But, he’s tired and close enough to being asleep that his limbs feel heavy, and in the end it sounds like too much effort to bother with. He settles in slightly further instead, trying to find sleep again.

Except, Kindaichi is mumbling something to himself, and Kunimi is distracted trying to make out what he’s saying.

“Are your legs tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day…” he sounds like he’s intensely considering something about it, and after a moment he grunts slightly, displeased.

“That’s a nice shirt—can I talk you out of it?” Another hum follows it, and Kunimi can’t resist peeking his eyes open to try and see what Kindaichi is doing.

His eyes are glued to the screen of his phone, brow furrowed, a slight frown on his face. He drags his thumb across the screen, scrolling down whatever he’s looking at. “Are you good at math? Can you tell me if sixty-nine is a perfect square?”

He blinks his eyes, head tilting slightly to the side. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Kunimi can’t help the fact that he starts chuckling, even when Kindaichi bolts upright and stares at him with his cheeks bright red, dropping his phone onto the soft surface of the futon. “K- Kunimi-kun?”

Kunimi keeps laughing, face pressed into his arm, missing the way Kindaichi’s mouth curves into a smile.

I love how Super Junior....

I love how LEETEUK (1st July 1983) always takes it upon himself to carry the group’s responsibilities. No matter the problem, big or small, he shoulders them bravely, stepping up to the plate as the leader. His leadership has weathered past storms and he has never failed to shield his family from the harsh eyes of others, preferring instead to bear the weight of criticisms alone. One can also see how he steps behind in order to elevate his dongsaengs, allowing them to shine instead. His strength in leading a family of 15 has kept them together for 10 years, and many more to come.


I love how HEECHUL (10th July 1983) never minces his words and is always there to defend his family. He is akin to a mischievous older brother who, despite teasing his younger siblings, will be the first to rush to their aid should they require it. He is unafraid of sounding harsh to outsiders or stepping on a couple of toes, and will continue to fiercely preserve the family in the face of falsehoods and rumors even if it meant that he might appear as the ‘bad guy’ to the world. His ability in ‘telling it like it is’ fearlessly is what I admire the most.


I love how HANKYUNG (9th February 1984) was the leader in the shadows. Being with the main group, he was quietly shining with his dancing abilities and was always faithfully devoted to the activities and his leader. But it was with Super Junior M, that his brilliance became more pronounced as he took on the task of being a leader in a group who spoke almost no mandarin (Asides from Zhou Mi & Henry). The task of translating and ensuring the members were all on the same wavelength must have been an arduous one and he managed to guide them with what seemed to be effortless leadership was truly a remarkable feat.


I love how YESUNG (24th August 1984) is a strong, silent pillar to his dongsaengs and is always on the lookout for each and every one of them. His preference for standing by them quietly and allowing them to be playful with him really brings forth his patient persona and it’s his way of showing his love for his family. The cool and collected self he presents is the sturdy backbone amongst them. Even though he is not known to be quiet off screen, it is obvious that his calming influence and rational personality is much needed in the family.


I love how KANGIN (17th January 1985) remains the group’s ‘fatherly’ figure and is a genuinely active member the family can’t do without. Until this very day, his main concern would always be his past behavior and how it brought trouble for his family and fans. His apologetic nature is really commendable and I feel so badly for him as he kept on apologizing for his past. It takes a truly righteous man to own up to his mistakes and I for one applaud him for having done so.


I love how SHINDONG (28th September 1985) is unafraid of being goofy and is always bubbly, going all out to be one of the ‘wackier’ ones in the family. You can always count on him to bring amusement and hilarity in any tense situations. But in spite of his joking demeanor, he has also continued to improve himself time and again and it is obvious that his skills are an indomitable asset to the family, both on and off screen, providing them with the vigor that is Super Junior.


I love how SUNGMIN (1st January 1986) doesn’t mind being the cutesy one of the family and will always serenely entertain all his hyungs’ antics anytime, all the time. However, I do marvel at his physical strength and his quiet contentment to simply take a backseat and enjoy the warmth of his family. To me, he represents the cuddly, fluffy bunny of the family, ever present for a hug but he’s also the caring hyung and the loyal dongsaeng who will definitely fight for his family should they be threatened.  


I love how EUNHYUK (4th April 1986) places so much importance on family and loved ones, made evident by the countless times he was tricked (or not) in various situations that made him upset or cry. He will doubtlessly try to make things right, to keep the peace, and most of all, keep his family whole no matter what. His street-smarts and practicality glows the brightest and he is most certainly a member that one can rely and depend on during the good times and the bad.


I love how SIWON (7th April 1986 / 10th February 1987, Registered) is lovingly generous to a fault. Not only towards his family but to everyone around him. A bona fide chivalrous gentleman, he is more than just a strong visual in the family. He gamely joins in all the fun and hijinks together with his brothers, playing one of the more active roles. Whenever he is apart from them fulfilling his solo projects, it was obvious that he wanted nothing else but to be back together with his family even though he was happy enough overseas. It is indisputable that he is always the happiest with his boys. 


I love how ZHOU MI (19th April 1986) is honestly the kindest, most easygoing member of the family. He will simply entertain all forms of shenanigans from his brothers (both the hyungs and dongsaengs) with a warm smile on his face. He doesn’t seem to have any temper whatsoever and always dotes on and supports his family by promoting them, mentioning them and placing them before himself. He is a genuinely selfless person, gratified with simply shining the spotlight on his family, with a sparkling personality to boot.


I love how DONGHAE (15th October 1986) behaves like the child of the family with his clear naivete and affectionate nature. He makes it clear that family is always first and is always sensitive to all his brothers’ needs / feelings / emotions. One of his most admirable qualities is how quietly hardworking and dedicated he is to all aspects of his activities. While he will indulge in everyone’s clowning around, there is a slightly more reserved aura when he does so; a testament of his more muted nature, content to be simply there with his band of brothers.


I love how RYEOWOOK (21st June 1987) cares and worries for his family, being mindful of all their well beings and essentially being the parent of the family. He will ensure that they have home cooked meals to eat, the fridge well stocked with peeled fruits and mothering his brothers despite being one of the youngest in the family. His gentle, sweet persona gleams through the most when he is with his hyungs as he’s the most affectionate with them. Despite that, he also has a fiery and playful side to which his brothers will certainly indulge in, making his presence a veritable one in the harmony of the group. 


I love how KIBUM (21st August 1987) made the Super Junior family seem like any ordinary family. He valiantly took on all the difficulties he might have felt as the younger one in the group and he much rather be the reserved one, standing on the sidelines being the silent observer. The one who will be there all the while participating faithfully and quietly provided the group with a sense of normalcy and balance, instead of the usual pandemonium and exuberance that they have come to be known for. The memories that he had with Super Junior will always be etched deeply as part of their family history.


I love how KYUHYUN (3rd February 1988) has become the willful and sassy voice of the family, a very different side from when he first started off with the team. Before, a muted and subdued Kyuhyun, he has turned into his own person, being the cheeky and impudent one with his hyungs and entirely comfortable in the circle of his family. While he is certainly able to hold his own during independent activities, one is able to see that he is most relaxed and more gutsy surrounded by his boys.


I love how HENRY (11th October 1989) is the playful and bright spark of the entire family. Already highly accomplished with his solo work, his impish attributes are markedly discernible among his hyungs as they invariably entertain his spirited antics. Even as he gets ‘picked on’ by his brothers, it was always done with love and humor. His excitable delight at being onstage with them is apparent and his existence in the family brings a refreshing vitality to the youthfulness of the group.



These are merely my opinions on what aspects of their personalities stands out the most. I have included all 15 of them and if you happen to disagree with my opinions, well, let’s just agree to disagree. What I’ve listed is by no means accurate or true but simply from what I’ve observed over the years. I will not have hate on this so if you’re displeased, please kindly scroll past or show yourselves out. Thank you for entertaining this long rambly post. <3 

Lust (Week of Writing Challenge)

Sam X Reader

Warning: JUST ALL THE SMUT. NSFW GIFS BELOW THE CUT.

A/N: You can see fogged up windows, and steam crawling out of my bedroom door as I wrote this. I feel so dirty now.  

Challenge Creator: @bloodysideofhell

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Love games [Part 3]

“Puddin…” - Scarlett mused, chewing on strand of her own hair. - “There was a shooting near the research center… that big ugly one we were going to raid last month…”
She bit her thumb, scrolling through the pictures once again. It didn’t seem right. There were bodies of the few attackers among the civilians and they didn’t look like their people at all.
“Puddin…”
He snatched the phone out of her hand. Judging by his displeased frown he was just as surprised as she was.
“Puddin… is everything alright?”
“Get your jacket, we’re going for a ride.”
“But my leg…”
He growled, calling for one of the henchmen.
“Tony! Get her in the damn car!”
“Problems boss?” - Tony’s bald head shows up in the doorway.
If you ever wondered how a muscle truck would look in a suit, Tony was your guy to solve that mystery. He was one of Joker’s most long living henchmen. Scarlett always liked the guy, he was almost like a giant teddy-bear who could punch the life out of someone with one single hit.
“C'mon, Mrs. J, let me help you.” - Despite the tension of a moment Carly still melted inside. She loved when they called her Mrs. J. She felt so important and proud right away!
Though the happiness of the moment was tainted by an uneasy feeling. What set him off? What was so special about that stupid facility? She wanted to ask, but she knew that would only add up to his frustration. Whatever it was, it was business and she knew how to stay out of the way when things got serious.

the words we do not speak

“By the time I tried to return you, it was too late.”

Or, what if Syldor knew of the fate that befell Byroden, and Elaina, and chose to remain silent?

spoilers for episode 60

“Lord Ambassador?” His courier stands at the door of his office, face drawn, fiddling with the scroll clutched in his hands. Syldor spares him a brief glance, returns to the trade agreement he has almost finished drafting, signs it with a flourish, and stands.

“I did not expect you back so soon,” says the Elven ambassador, tucking his hands into the draping sleeves of his robes. “Is all well?”

“I’m afraid not, sir,” says the courier, and Syldor thinks he should be concerned, or displeased, but in truth he is nothing but tired.

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Like I get what they were going for with the bar at the top of the new tumblr display but like the fact that it scrolls down with you is so aesthetically displeasing that it makes me want to rip my eyes out. Like any shit that follows you around the screen when you scroll deserve to be deleted

He Gets Insecure About Himself

Ashton:

You and Ashton were anxiously waiting on your couch for the first big photo shoot picture that 5 Seconds Of Summer did to come out. They should be artriving in your email any moment and you couldn’t wait.

You couldn’t get over how attractive Ashton looked that day and you could just imagine how great the pictures will look.

When the familiar ding of a new email rang out, you both perked up and clicked as fast as you could. You started scrolling through the pictures and could feel Ashton sink down next to you. You could see the displeased look on his face, even though you could only see him out of your peripherals.

“Look how terrible my skin looks.” He sighs, rubbing his cheeks. Ashton was a pretty confident guy, but when it came to his skin, he lost every part of that. He hated the way he could never clear up his skin completely.

“You look fine babe.” You reply. He looks at you and purses his lips.

“Your only saying that because you have too.” He grumbles. You roll your eyes and continue looking through the pictures, hearing him making disapproving noises and you started to get tired.

“Are you fucking kidding me Ash?” You hiss. He shrugged at you. “You realise you look amazing in all these right? The every single member of the fandom is going to think you look beautiful, like they always do.” He smirks at you, hearing the jealousy in your voice.

“I guess so. I just worry that people will say something about it you know?” He sighs. You shake your head smiling at him.

“And is they do? Everyone has imperfections Ashton. you’re seriously beautiful, don’t be ridiculous.” You kiss his cheek, making him break out into a huge smile you know and love.

Calum:

You and Calum were laying in bed one night when you rolled over and found him looking through the comments on a new video he put up on Youtube, covering an All Time Low song.

“What the fuck?” He growls, continuing to scroll.

One of Calum’s biggest insecurities is his voice, so posting solo covers on Youtube was a huge feat for him. It always made him nervous, even though it didn’t appear that way in the video.

You scooted closer to his naked chest, pulling his body closer to you. “What’s the grumbling about baby?” You ask, reasting your chin on his chest and looking up at him. You begin to trace over his tattoos with your fingers as he looks down at you.

“They’re just a lot of comments making fun of my voice. Saying it’s nasally and annoying. My voice isn’t nasally and annoying…right (Y/N)?” He questions. You turn you head and pout at him.

“Your voice is amazing! I’m sure there are way more comments saying that!” He shrugs and looks down at your still pouting face.

“I mean, yeah. There’s alot of people saying they love it, but I don’t know…I just believe the other people more. They’re being more honest.” He squeaked. 

He wasn’t someone that got so down on himself. He always had this tough guy exterior, but it kind of hurt your heart to hear him talking so badly of himself just because a few people said rude things about him.

“You’ve got the best voice silly. The people telling you that you’re great are being honest! Your voice reminds me of James Bourne, I’ve always thought that.” His eyes brightened.

“From Busted!? I mean, I guess I’m pretty good huh.” He responds, winking at you. 

You giggled and kissed his chest, glad he was feeling better about himself.

Luke:

Luke had gone to the doctors for his yearly check up and came back with an unhappy look on his face. He polps down on the couch next to you with a sigh. You turn towards him with a pout on your face, confused as to what the doctor may have said to make him this upset.

“What’s wrong Luke?” You coo at him, gently cupping his cheek in your hand. He looks down at his lap and fumbles with his fingers. He lets out another sigh and looks back up at you.

“The doctor said I’m not done growing. I’m going to get taller than this (Y/N)! I’m already a giant. I hate this. He made some comment about how broad my shoulders are and how I’m way taller than any guy my age. I don’t want to be taller than everyone my age. I scared the shit out of a little girl fan last week, do you remember that? She cried to her Mum saying she was scared of me because i was so tall. I don’t want to scare people!” He cries.

Your mouth his hanging wide open, shocked at how upset he is over this. You cup his face in your hands, but he looks away from you.

“Look at me Lucas.” He’s put off by how serious you sound and looks back up. “Listen to me, your height is perfect. Do you know how safe you make me feel? How comfortable you make me feel? Little girls get afriad of nearly everything, Luke. Don’t let that get to you. Your perfect, I promise.” A smile arises on his face, redness rushing to his cheeks.

“Do I really make you feel safe?” He whispers. You let out a quiet laugh and nod your head. 

“I’ve never felt so safe in my entire life.”

Micahel:

You were making food in the kitchen for Michael when he walked in and leaned against the counter, staring at you. You were making his favourite thing of yours, homemade alfredo pasta. You’d made this on your first date with him and he’s asked for what seems like millions of times since. You decided to make it out of the blue today, just because it sounded good.

“I don’t want the food (Y/N).” He says bluntly. He always loved your cooking, so this kind of hurt you. You turned towards him, your brows furrowed.

“What? You always want my food!” You exclaim.

He shakes his head with a seemingly grumply look on his face. “No. I need to stop eating like shit all the time. Ever notice how each of the other guys arfe fitter or thinner than I am? When they train, they don’t feel nearly as bad as I do afterwards or even during. I’m tired of being the chubby guy okay?” his sentence trials off at the end, but after he’s made his point clear he leaves the room. 

You follow him into your bedroom, calling his name as he walks in front of you but he just ignores you.

“Michael Gorden Clifford, fucking pay attention to me.” You spit and he stops dead in his tracks. You never use his full name. “You. Are not. Chubby. I can fit in your shirts, does that make me chubby too?” He turns around quickly, a frown on his face.

“Of course not, your beautiful.” He croaked. You moved towards him and rub your hands up and down his biceps.

“Exactly. So if i’m not chubby, you’re not chubby.You’re literally the farthest thing from chubby. You’ve got the best body, long legs, long torso, nice arms…I love your body Michael.” He looks down at you and smiles. “Now come and eat my food!” He laughs and follows as you drag him by the wrist to the kitchen.