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imagine being hoseok’s maid.

Originally posted by hobilu

  • good luck cleaning up all that sunshine dust.
  • hoseok is Old Money and has never worked a day in his life.
  • instead he’s very invested in charities and in the arts and never gets tired of attending balls and events of all sorts.
  • he also hosts a score of his own, so he has a large staff to help him around the house.
  • did i say house? i meant mANSIONS. plural.
  • the most social of all the socialites.
  • it’s no secret that jung hoseok lights up a room and his social affairs are always free of drama and scandal because he’s everyone’s unproblematic fave.
  • such a lovely employer too, he treats everyone fairly and often stops to have a short chat with his domestic helpers, i.e you.
  • everyone always wishing him a good morning/afternoon/evening/night when they pass him, because he’s very polite and often does the same.
  • and he remembers everyone’s birthdays and gives them all a decent bonus for the holidays he’s such a saint.
  • but he also makes The Absolute Worst puns all the fucking time and you’re all obligated to laugh with him rip
  • “you didn’t sweep that room with just a glance, did you?”
  • “haha no, sir.”
  • “another one fights the dust, i see.”
  • “haha yes, sir.”
  • “don’t make mária do the hoovering, she’s slovak.”
  • “haha okay, sir”
  • and if these genuinely crack you up then congratulations you’re already his favourite.
  • if not then you’re kinda really very cute anyway so he doesn’t mind.
  • and maybe one day he has an event to attend and you arrive late with his newly pressed tuxedo and he’s like ????? where were you
  • “sorry i’m late, sir. i over-swept.”
  • and hoseok fucking loses his shit.
  • good job you cleaned the floor earlier that day because he is fucking rolling on it.
  • now you’re definitely his favourite.
  • then he gives you a very straight face and asks “can you tie a bowtie?”
  • and you’re like “no ??????” because of course not how even
  • and he’s like “great! i’ll teach you!”
  • because he can do it just fine, he knows the technique, but he always messes it up on himself and it ends up looking sad and floppy.
  • so you spend about twenty minutes tying hoseok’s bowtie and cracking jokes until you master it, so that you can help him out in the future.
  • and because he really really really likes making you smile.
  • from then on he lets you practice regularly and you get very good at it and he’s like “ah, the student has defeated the master”
  • so you go “thank you, master.”
  • and oH BOY GOES RED AF
  • i mean it shouldn’t be a big deal you call him “sir” all day long but
  • young boys are addressed as “master” by the staff and he gets nostalgic and yet it’s oddly erotic and he’s so flustered help the poor man ????
  • nah you’re probably flustered too.
  • rip the both of you.
  • things are awkward after that.
  • he doesn’t want to make things awkward because he’s your employer and he doesn’t want to like accidentally harass you or anything.
  • but you know how he’s like really invested in the arts ???
  • and he attends every ballet production in the country at least three times.
  • and donates so much money to theatres and operas and dance institutes especially, so they make him a guest of honour at every opening.
  • and he was supposed to attend the season opening at the ballet with someone (there was no one lol) but they cancelled and now he has a plus one but no one to take with him.
  • and he knows you have a birthday coming up (in two months lol) and he’ll pay for the attire if you don’t have anything to wear but he would be honoured of possibly maybe you would want to be his date ???????
  • and of course you acCEPT ARE YOU MAD THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE
  • and rip jung hoseok ??? because  you look amazing in evening wear and will you ever let the poor boy live???? how is he supposed to take his eyes off you long enough to catch the performance omg ????
  • and on the way there in the limo you tie his bowtie and he tells you all about the production you’re seeing and the choreographer which he knows personally and the primary dancer park jimin who he also knows personally and
  • and honestly he’s so passionate and over the moon with joy and it’s a delight to listen to him talk about the thing he loves so much you fall in love with him like ten times on that one limo ride bless.
  • and after the show you’re like wow best date ever ????
  • and you admit to him it’s gonna be weird going back to work for him after all of this because he’s treated you like royalty and tomorrow you’re going back to folding his socks.
  • and he’s like “i mean, not,,,,,,,, necessarily?”
  • “what do you mean?”
  • “you could just,,,,,,, marry me?”
  • and hAHA of coURSE he’s jOKING hahhhha a hah ah
  • but seriously no pressure or anything but he really likes you and would like to keep seeing you,,,,,,, in evening wear.
  • and if you want to keep working for him that’s cool too, but if you don’t then you don’t have to and if you wanna quit and sue him that’s fine he’ll settle out of court and give you a large severance package and he’ll write you the best references and
  • and you just gotta kiss him to shut him up.
  • and then you make out in the back of the limo.
  • imagine hoseok taking you to all the fancy events and showing you off.
  • showering you with gifts and pampering you, it’s A Lot ok.
  • and he’s the loveliest person on earth but he will punch anyone who dares suggest he’s “slumming it” with you no fucking way m8
  • and be warned if you’re attending a ball he’s gonna make you dance all fucking night but it’s okay because he’s a terrific dancer lucky u.
  • and if you want to travel he’ll take you anywhere you wanna go from lavish tropical resorts to the most remote mountain villages.
  • he just loves making you happy :’)
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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theres a a key point that Vilde wanted a skinny white girl squad “norske party jenter” from the beginning and now that they’ve fused with the pepsi max girls she has that so its not suprising to me to see her behaviour becoming this bad towards Sana bc that ignorance is just about common here. Shes gets to be like them, she doesn’t want to tolerate something foreign to her when she has the majority of the people around her backing up her eye rolls and tension about Islam. and this is also Sana’s pov and she’s been the target of Vilde’s ignorance since season 1, but we’re just seeing more of it now because this is Sana telling the story

a-salty-alto  asked:

I find it weird that AA hasn't had an episode focusing on how Tony became Iron Man in this universe. All the other original Avengers have one, with the exception of Sam, who's shown getting his powers in the series. Thor too, I don't think we've had an episode properly explaining why he came to Earth either, I just notice it more with Tony because the show really likes its arc reactor angst, but hasn't shown us how Tony got it. Am I wrong about this?

You’re right, that is pretty strange! What I find even stranger is that AA!Tony, despite being the “heart” of the team (and arguably the series), is missing many pieces of his typical storyline: for example, both Pepper and Rhodey are nonexistent in this universe, and we hear next to nothing about Stark Industries, let alone Tony’s role as the head of the company. It’s as if his only function in the AA-verse is to be the leader of the Avengers. Odd, don’t you think?

anonymous asked:

Remember in Joseph's route when the Cahn twins call him uncle Joseph? HC that Joseph helps out with the softball team sometimes (mostly helping transport the girls and equipment), and even will cater grill outs for them once a month during game season. The softball moms are in heaven

I don’t remember that but I believe you that it happened

yes excellent

A lot of the kids had to skip his Church Youth Group to participate anyway, so it just made sense that they kinda joined forces. Joseph learns Craig’s healthy snack recipes to add some variety to his go-to brownie and cookie recipes. They have to stop the older twins from teaching the younger twins how to use bats, for safety purposes. Shortly after an end-of-season barbecue, church attendance amongst single moms spikes. Every suggestion in the fundraiser box says shirtless car wash ft. the dads.

I cannot honestly wait till tour season because attending your concerts Taylor are the few times in my life where I’m completely enveloped by fun, happiness, and other great people who are there to forget about everything that’s happening at work or in their personal life. I truly cannot wait for this tour

YOUNG DEREK HALE IMAGINE


It was hot it the gymnasium, like a lobster being boiled hot, but you needed to be there to support Derek.

It was his last basketball game of the season and you had attended all games prior to this one, even if he didn’t know it. He did. You just didn’t know it. He watched you between halves and dedicated every basket to you. It was an endless cycle which your mutual friends were sick of.

“Will you quit staring at him? Its like you think he’ll disappear into a hole in the ground if you look away” Stiles loudly said to you, drawing the attention of others.

“Shut up Stiles, he might hear you!” You quickly replied

Before you and Stiles could go any further Scott piped in, “He isn’t wrong though Y/n, we’ve been here nearly an hour and you haven’t looked away from him once!”

“Well im sorry, I can’t help that this intelligent, beautiful, stunning, athletic man is running around in shorts which may I add make his butt look amaz- is it me or did it just get even hotter in here?” You explained whilst tying your hair up into a simple yet cute ponytail.

Derek just happened to glance at you at that very moment, and boy was he glad he did.

Standing there mesmerised by your movements, he didn’t realise he was holding the game up.

Whispering to you, Stiles said, “I think your god is staring at you”

“What? No he isn’t, he doesn’t even know i exist!” You exclaimed.

“Just look over there!” Scott said pointing towards a figure in the middle of the court.

At that moment Derek’s eyes connected with yours and he nervously smiled at you. You returned his smile and waved. What you and Derek didn’t know was that, that was the start of a lovely friendship which later turns into the most beautiful relationship.

5

“Choose Me” (ft. BTS)

You sighed and tried to proceed with your day as usual. Trying to steer clear from any doubts you might have about that night. You dressed simply, making sure to wear your red scarf just because Jimin’s mom might attend. The season was a bit awry, like it couldn’t decide whether to stay in winter or jump over the fence into spring, but you thought a little cold wouldn’t bother you. So you placed your bet on the budding trees that lined the long way towards the university.

You took this time to silence all thoughts and just focus on the surroundings, but a resonating sound broke through and you were sure it was your heart beating in anticipation as the sudden thought of seeing the person it was beating for intruded your head. You closed your eyes and halted, with a hand over your erratic heart, you tried to calm down. You’ve waited this long. What’s one more night?

The venue was already packed with people when you arrived and luckily, Jimin had reserved a seat for you. As expected, you spotted his mom seating beside the empty seat that was for his dad. Jimin’s dad rarely attended because of his work, so you always took his seat. She saw you just in time and waved at you.

“Y/N-ah!” she smiled gleefully, her eyes twinkling even more when she saw that you were wearing the scarf she made. Her smile somehow always reaffirmed that she was Jimin’s mom. “I guess it’s the two of us again.” She remarked when you sat down. “I haven’t seen Yoongi, he’s not with you?”

You shook your head, quite surprised that Jimin hasn’t told his mom what happened. “No, he’s the assistant musical director for this production, so he’s probably in the tech booth over there.” You pointed towards the general direction of where the said booth would be. “How was your travel here?”

“Oh, you don’t have to ask me all the time. Commuting to Seoul is almost second nature to me. Besides, I was here since yesterday and met some old friends.” She suddenly realized something and turned to you with wide eyes. “Oh, I should’ve taken you with me! Ah, Jimin wouldn’t let me go shopping with you in the past.”

You giggled suddenly recalling stories about Jimin’s mom wanting a daughter, but got Jimin instead. “You can call me anytime! We don’t need his permission anyway.”

Jimin’s mom smiled again, but you saw how her eyes turned somber as she turned towards the stage. The lights have been dimmed and a round of applause and hollers echoed in the auditorium. You felt her hand on your wrist and you turned to look at her, but she remained straight-faced as she stared at the empty stage. “I’m going to count on that. I’ll need your company when Jimin’s gone.”

You froze, waiting for second to verify if you heard it right. “What do you mean?”

With eyes as wide as yours, it was her turn to look at you. “He didn’t tell you? He received an offer to join a dance company in New York.”

Chills travelled through your whole body, but you tried to remain calm and collected. “H-He hasn’t told me yet.” You murmured as you tried to be comfortable in your seat again. “When is he leaving?”

“Well, he hasn’t accepted it yet, but if he does… He’ll be leaving right after he graduates. Roughly around 10 months to a year?” The older woman also seem to be in the same state of jumbled emotions as you were because on one hand, her son is fulfilling his dream, but on the other, he’ll be on the other side of the world.

“That’s not a lot of time left.” You commented, shifting in your seat for the third time in the past minute. “How long will he be staying there?”

“We also don’t know, but he says that he will have to train for at least a year before he could get any vacations.” Jimin’s mom sighed and sent you a forced smile. “But what can we do, right?”

“Right. What can we do?” you echoed softly.

Namjoon’s booming voice snapped you out of your reverie as he opened the program. A beautiful lady stood beside him as his co-host and you recognized her as an alumnae who was also part of the dance club. You looked at him and smiled, somehow feeling at ease that he was standing as tall and proud as ever, especially now that he’s running for student council president.

The first performers stood on stage and you took this chance to steal a little bathroom break. You kept your head low, so as not to disturb the other audience. Unbeknownst to you, a certain pair of eyes followed.

You washed your hands and fixed your hair, sighing deeply whenever you recalled the bomb that Jimin’s mom had dropped on you. Your eyes were trained on the floor, deep in thought, when you exited the restroom that you bumped into someone and staggered backwards.

The other person caught your arm and immediately helped you stand upright. “You never change, do you?”

“Joonie…” you meet his eyes for the first time in many weeks. “I mean… Namjoon-ssi, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be hosting?”

“Don’t ask me to be friends with you.” His request back then was so clear that you can hear it even when he was standing in front of you with his lips sealed.

“It’s fine, I won’t need to say anything for at least another 15 minutes.” He was casually leaning on the wall opposite from where you stood. With your hands behind you, you could only stare at him and how he seem to have gotten even more handsome, with his sleeked back hair and signature glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. “How have you been? I heard about what happened with Yoongi.”

“You did? Wow, news really does fly around.” You commented and realized just how nonchalant your remark was. You snuck a glance at him only to find that he was giggling.

“You’re still funny.”

“You’re still…” Charming as ever? “…you.”

“’Course I am.” He smirked and added. “I mean, I need to be, right? I’m running for president.”

You crossed your arms, leaning your weight on one foot. “You finally did it, huh? What convinced you?”

“You?” he covered his face in embarrassment. “I needed a distraction, a strong one, so that I could move on from you.”

You opened your mouth to object, but decided that he had every right to say whatever he wanted after what you did to him. “That worked out well, then.”

“Yeah, it did.” He glanced at his watch. “It was nice talking to you again, Y/N. Will you vote for me?” He asked playfully as he started walking back.

You followed, a few steps behind him. “I thought you didn’t want us to be friends?”

He suddenly stopped and you were quick enough this time not to bump into him. “I never said that. I just didn’t want you to ask me to be your friend.”

In your head, you wanted to argue that it was the exact same thing, but when he continued, all of your lingering thought dissipated.

“But I can ask you. Let’s be friends, Y/N. I realized that I value you a lot as a friend too and throwing that away would be such a waste. Who knows, your vote might make all the difference.” When you gave him a look that asked if he was being friendly because of the elections, he snickered again. “I’m kidding about the voting part but seriously, let’s be friends again.”

He extended a hand and you hesitated, but eventually placed your hand in his to shake it. “Okay.”

“But let’s take it slow, okay?” he winked and turned to walk back into the venue. He raised a hand to wave at you without looking back. “I’ll see you in the office again on Monday.”

You expected a heavy feeling in your heart, one that sometimes called itself guilt, but relief washed over you like an unexpected summer shower. Namjoon was willing to put everything behind and become your friend again. How can you feel anything else but joy?

You returned to your seat and watched the rest of the show, including Jimin’s piece during which his mom cried. After the show, Jimin’s mom had dragged you to meet her son, but when she went ahead of you and hugged Jimin, you realized that they haven’t seen each other in a while and decided to give them some privacy.

You wandered off and unintentionally found Yoongi talking to individuals who wore somewhat similar clothing to his. You perched yourself on a nearby chair and watched as the men gave Yoongi sleek business cards. In an effort to repair your strange relationship, as you’ve promised yourself that you would, you approached him and tried to peek at the cards. “Who were those people?”

“None of your business, nosey pants.” He flattened his palm on your face and pushed you away, something he had always done before the whole ruckus.

“Come on, just let me have a peek.” He sighed and gave you the cards. “Big Hit Entertainment?!” you exclaimed and caught the attention of several people. “Are they asking you to be an idol?”

“Of course not, they’re bringing me in as a PD.” He replied, stuffing the cards in his pocket.

You gasped dramatically and Yoongi rolled his eyes at you. “WHAT? They really said that? Isn’t it your dream to be a music PD?”

He shrugs. “If I’m making music, then I guess so.”

You smiled at him and he couldn’t help but return it because you genuinely looked so happy for him. You pulled him into a hug and whispered, “If you’re happy then I’m happy, Yoongi.”

Hearing you reassure him and call his name made his heart hurt a little, but he knew that you meant it well, so he couldn’t help but say the same thing as he patted your back, “If you’re happy then I’m happy too. I found another key to my happiness. I hope you find yours soon.”

“I will.” You promised. “Want to walk home together?”

“There’s an after party and I’m forced to come because apparently, graduates cannot be exempted. Won’t you be coming?”

You traced your eyes over where you last saw Jimin and his mom only to find him smothered with people, mostly girls. You returned to meet Yoongi’s gaze and said, “I think I’ll pass this time. I’m trying to avoid any more drunken incidents.”

He snorted. “Took you long enough.”

“Hey!” you protested and he was about to say something again, probably to tease you like he always used to do, but a professor called him and with a short apology and a promise to text you later, he was also gone.

You look around and saw a lot of familiar faces, but for some reason, one that you refused to acknowledge at the moment, your energy has been drained.

You decided to call it a night and tried to exit the auditorium, almost squeezing past people just to get through. When you finally made it outside, the night had gotten colder and you wrinkled your nose in disapproval of your own decision to take a thin coat.

‘I just hope it won’t rain or snow.’ You thought as you stood outside, contemplating whether you should walk back or just take a cab.

A familiar voice called your name and you turned to see Jimin, still clad in his stage clothes with only a long coat on. “Y/N! Wait!” he jogged towards you, a puff of smoke coming out of his nose and mouth after every exhale. “Where are you going?”

“I’m a bit tired, so I’m going back to the dorm after a light meal. What are you doing here?” You replied honestly, mildly concerned by the fact that his ears were bright red. “You should head back inside and change. It’s freezing out here!”

“Mom says you were here, so I looked for you. Aren’t you going to the after party?” The way he said had just the right hint of betrayal and you almost said yes.

“No, sorry. I think you’re forgetting that I’m not part of the dance club.” You raised your hands to pull the coat more snugly around him and wrap your scarf around his neck. “Here’s your scarf. Congratulations! I guess you did okay?” you teased and pinched one of his cheeks lightly. “You should get back inside. I’ll see you tomorrow? Your mother is inviting me back to your house for lunch.”

“You mean dinner, right? I won’t be awake by lunchtime for sure.” He smiled cheekily and you rolled your eyes.

“Fine. Dinner.” He smiled at you answer and waved his hand at you as he jogged back to the auditorium again. “Have fun! I’ll treat you next time!”

You pulled your coat closer to yourself and began walking back to your dorm, taking the short route this time just because you were almost freezing. You changed your plan to eat in the deokbokki tent and got yourself a ramyun in a convenience store instead.

But even when you were slurping the noodles, all you could think about was him. You hated to be one of those girls whose minds were always occupied with some boy but his smiling face left pang in your heart. When you finally arrived, you were exhausted, blaming it on the fact that you had walked instead of blaming it on talking to him. You were ready to climb into bed when your phone rang.

The name that flashed on screen made your heart jump, but it also terrified you. Minutes ago, you were just thinking about his smile and now, he was calling you as if he was answering your thoughts. There are limitless scenarios that could happen, but you weren’t prepared for any of it.

And yet you answered. How can you not when he was the one calling?

“Hello?” you sat on your bed carefully, figuring that you probably needed to sit down for this one.

With raspier voice than usual, he answered in a drunken tone that you have used a thousand times over. “Y/N… where are you?”

“Dorm. Where are you?” you asked, the worry immediately rising to the surface of all the emotions you were feeling. His surroundings was strangely quiet, prompting your next question, “Aren’t you at the party?”

“It’s a secret.” He chuckled and you wanted to pull your hair out in frustration. You made a move to grab your coat, but he added, “If you just listen to me, I’ll tell you where I am.”

“Fine. I’ll play your game. This is new to me anyway, you drunk calling me at 1:56 AM and not the other way around.” You chuckled, realizing that your voice was also a bit throaty. “What’s up? Can’t have fun without me?”

“I can’t have fun anywhere without you, Y/N.” His voice was so quiet and sincere that you almost felt his voice like an air whisper against your ear. “Are you avoiding me?”

You were caught off-guard by his bold choice of words. “N-No, of course not. I was… I was just tired.”

“Are you sure?” he slurred. “And this has nothing… Absolutely nothing to do with what happened 6 months ago?”

You felt like you were having a cardiac arrest at his question. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“This is so painful, Y/N. How is it possible that I’m the only one who remembers?” you heard him grit through his teeth.

“Remember what, Jimin?” your prompted.

“That night… Everything you did that night… All the words you told me that night six months ago.”

6 Months Ago, the day after your break-up with Namjoon…

“Ya, ya, stop, stop.” Hoseok took the glass from your hand and immediately snatched the last soju bottle lying in front of you. “If you drink more, Jimin is never going to stop scolding me.”

“Give that back!” you burst out and tried to reach for the bottle, failing miserably and only splattering yourself all over Hoseok’s lap. His girlfriend sighed and took the seat beside you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? This is more than just breaking up with Namjoon, right?” she asked with her kindest voice. Hoseok’s girlfriend almost always took your side, even more when you were drunk.

“It is and it’s not.” You cried, leaning on the older girl’s shoulder. “I feel like I’m back where I started.”

“With Yoongi?” Hoseok supplied, but your next answer surprised them all.

“No… with Jimin.”

“What?” They both exclaimed, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” Hoseok’s girlfriend spoke first, trying to meet your eyes, but you forced them shut.

“Before any of these happened, before I met all of you… I was in love with Jimin first. Being with Namjoon and breaking up with him just brought back so much. I used Namjoon as a rebound exactly the way I thought that chasing after Yoongi would make me forget about any remaining feelings I had for Jimin.” Tears started to fall from your eyes and the two were flustered by your sudden outburst, not knowing that you’ve had these pent up feelings all these time. “But it didn’t. It only made me remember so much more; the fear of crossing the line and never being able to turn it back.”

“Then…” Hoseok said, not knowing what words he wanted to say until he said it. “…go for it. What are you waiting for?”

“Hoseok…” his girlfriend said, not knowing how he can be so insensitive. “It’s not that easy.”

Just then, an idea entered your head. One that was planted by Namjoon’s words. “He’s right…” you whispered. “I always have a choice.”

You pulled out your phone and stumbled out of the restaurant. Hoseok made a move to help you, but his girlfriend stopped him. “Let her go, let them figure it out by themselves.”

You stumbled into the nearest bus station and pulled out your phone, your hazy vision scrolling past Jimin’s name twice before finally pressing it. The ring was short, as it always was, and he always seem to answer with breathless urgency.

“Y/N?” you knew that he just woke up from the sound of his voice. “What’s up? It’s like 2 am.”

“Jimin…” you whined and the rare moments that you actually called for his name had him sitting up and grabbing his coat. Curfews be damned.

“Where are you?” he asked as he ran outside of the dorm. “Are you drunk? Again?”

“Very. I’m… I’m somewhere. A bus station, around the university.” You mused, sounding more confusing than you intended.

“There’s like three bus stations around the university.” Jimin huffed as he began biking to the nearest one.

“Then, tell me something while you’re at it.” You slumped against the posts holding the stop. “What am I to you?”

The question was one that Jimin had asked himself countless of times over the years. To hear you actually asking him then and expecting a legitimate answer, his voice got caught in his throat. “You’re… You’re my bestfriend, Y/N. I’ve been there for every birthday party, every break up, every new year’s eve. I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”

You nodded, even though he cannot see you. “I feel the same way, really.” You choked back the tears and Jimin would be lying if he said that he hadn’t heard it. He arrived at the first station in no time, but you weren’t there. “At least, I felt the same way. You and Yoongi… . I love you both, really. I thought I would be content with chasing after him, but then I got greedy even when I know I was just lying to myself…

“Because in reality, Jimin… I fell in love with you first.”

“What?” Jimin had to hit the breaks just because his heart cannot keep up.

“I know it’s not the right time and it’s really cowardly to do it over the phone and this is probably just the alcohol speaking but I just needed to let this all out, so that I can confidently cheer you on when you walk back to your girlfriend, so please let me say this.” You inhaled a huge breath, watching cars pass by every so often. “I love you, Jimin. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you, but somehow, we always missed each other. You always had a girlfriend and I always had a boyfriend. You were always in love someone else and I was too. It’s as if the universe conspired to keep us bestfriends and I never tried to fight it.”

Jimin didn’t answer, but only pedaled harder until he finally caught sight of you slouched in a dimly lit bus stop. “Jimin?” your heart began sinking after hearing the silence that followed your confession.

You looked up just in time to see Jimin gasping for breath as he jumped off his bike and it crashed loudly on the floor. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were already in his arms. “Even if you’ve never faced my direction once,” he held you tight, tighter than he ever has before. “…even if I’m always cheering you on from behind, even if you end up choosing someone else entirely, I always chose to be in love with you. This love hopes for the person I love to be happy even if she’s not with me. Love shouldn’t be selfish, it should be selfless, you believe that, right?”

Was it a click? As if a gun had been clocked in place, as if a puzzle piece had finally found the crevice where it belongs… You felt exactly that as you inhaled Jimin’s familiar scent. “We’re so stupid.” You murmured against his chest. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I… I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings. You always had a lot going on.” You felt him smile against the crook of your neck. “I don’t know what to say. My mind just can’t digest any of these right now. I’m sorry?”

You shook your head. “No, I understand. It really was selfish of me to dump all of these on you out of nowhere. You’ve given me more of you than I can ever return, you can be selfish with me all your life.”

A very, very long pause followed and it involved the two of you just keeping each other warm and collecting your thoughts. Finally, you spoke again and Jimin didn’t know why but it made him nervous. “Jimin? I think I knew that you loved me.”

“You did?” he finally pulled away and saw how flushed your cheeks were, from the alcohol, from the sudden revelations.

“Yeah and I took you for granted.” Your hands slid down to place both of your hands in his. Your eyes dropped where your hands were intertwined. “Mostly because I was afraid? I thought I’d lose you if I even tried to entertain the way my heart beat faster at just the thought of you, how my day becomes infinitely better if you tell me about how you failed an exam or saw a dog and how it breaks me when you look at someone else the way you look at me.” You chuckled, suddenly remembering how jealous you were whenever he introduced a new girl to you. “I just never chose to be with you and I’m sorry. I kept all of these feelings locked in because I couldn’t take that risk.”

“You’re a horrible person.” He squeezed your hands and you raised your eyes to check if he was joking only to meet his ever-charming eye smile.

“I know, someone help me.”

“So, what now?” he tucked a stray hair behind you ear and placed his cold hand on your neck.

You shivered, your lips gravitating towards his. “You’re the sober one here, what now?”

His warm and plump lips, the ones you have memorized unknowingly all these years finally pressed against yours for a short, sweet kiss. The kiss was your way of testing the waters before diving in and though the dawn was cold, his breath was warm against your face and it just felt right. Your heart had ceased racing and when you pulled him closer to kiss him again, you were only living in the moment.

He kissed you again, deeper this time with parted lips and scrunched eyebrows. His hands angling your jaw as you stood on your toes to reach him. Your fists had crumpled the front of his shirt, releasing them only when he pulled away. “You’re going to forget in the morning anyway.” His voice held a hint of dismay when tasted the alcohol in your mouth.

You didn’t argue and nodded.  “You’re right and it’s such a fucking shame because for the first time in so many years, I feel like I’m finally making the choice that I should’ve made a long time ago and possibly, spared myself all these heartbreak.” Your smile was bittersweet, but it didn’t stop you. “Can I kiss you again? Since I’m gonna forget anyway?”

In the midst of his story, you found the presence of mind to dress up and grab your coat to look for him. The way he looked for you that night. “I know.”

“Sorry?”

“I know. I remember. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’re actually a really great kisser that I didn’t forget.” You sighed when you descended your dorm and whipped the dorm door open.

To your surprise, Jimin was there slumped on the steps, looking up at you. “Jimin?”

“Why…” The hand holding his phone dropped to his sides. “…why didn’t you tell me?”

You smile and sit down beside him, on his eye-level. “For the same reason that we never took a chance on each other all these years, I was afraid because I want to be with you for a very, very long time, Jimin.” You gathered your knees and rested your cheek on them to look at him. “Also, I didn’t think that it was fair for you and well, for me too, to jump into a relationship when we were both broken.” You choked back the tears and continued looking at him intently. “I felt like I’ve waited my whole life for us to finally look at each other and I wasn’t going to waste my shot because of bad timing. Besides, I knew that you remembered and I gave you a chance to tell me, but you didn’t.” he opened his mouth to object but you raised a finger to stop him. “Let me finish.”

You scooted closer, so close that you could see every emotion that crossed his eyes. “I heard from your mom that you’re going to New York and I thought I missed you again, but then,” you shrugged. “…if I learned anything from all of our mishaps and drama… It’s that I shouldn’t just give you a chance and wait for you to come. I shouldn’t let you leave when I can hold onto you. I have my own voice, my own decisions and I have my own heart.”

Placing a hand on his cheek, you smiled again, trying to calm down his frantic, tear struck eyes. “Let me say this, Park Jimin. I love you. I liked you for a long time until we met Yoongi, but I never wanted to be anything more. Eventually I got tired and looked for what I couldn’t have with you in Yoongi, as if he can save me from my feelings for you. But I’ve changed… Now, I’m not afraid to fall in love with you all over again.”

“You’re the worst, Y/N.” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“I know, but we’ve seen the best and worst of each other anyway, so even if you decide that we’re not meant to be together. I’ll fight it. You were always the one rescuing me and even when I didn’t need saving, you rescued me anyway, so if you can’t go to me… I’ll be the one going to you.”

“That… That was a great speech.” He finally exhaled and if your heart could sigh, it probably would.

“I know, we should’ve written it down.” Jimin wrapped an arm gingerly around you an place a hand on your knee. “So what now?”

“We’ve wasted this much time already. If you just kissed me, I would’ve understood and asked you to explain another day.” He smirked and you smack him.

Jimin approaches you, but you keep him within arm’s length. “Jin-oppa once said that the person you end up drunk calling is someone that you will trust your life with.”

“I’ve already trusted my life, my heart and my soul to you, Y/N.” he remarked and you rolled your eyes, smacking him hard again before grabbing his collar and pulling him for a kiss.

Reluctantly, he pulled away. “Y/N, I’m… I’m leaving.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Your mom told me.”

He sighed, palming his face. “Why am I not surprised?”

You giggled. “It’s okay.”

“You’re not mad?”

“How can I be? It’s your dream, Jimin.”

“But what about us?”

“Us? I don’t know, what are we?”

“You just recited a whole speech professing your love for me.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”

“What?”

You laughed again. “I’m kidding, Jimin. We’ll make it work. We’ve waited for almost 10 years already, I can wait for another 10 if it means you’ll come home to me.”

“Who says you can’t visit?”

And the way may have long-winded, but you both have finally arrived at the same station. A lot was broken, but a lot was gained too. It was painful and if it were up to you, you would wish you won’t have to go through such a ride again, but did you regret it? No.

Because you chose this path and now you have to walk on it, hopefully with the right person this time.

The End. 끝.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxJimin

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: It’s Jimin. In the summary I wrote, “It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi.” Who is Y/N’s best friend? Park Jimin. It’s always been Jimin, she loved Jimin first before Yoongi. BOOM. Besides, if you check the tags, I’ve been tagging him since chapter 1. LOL. PS there’s an epilogue left!

The first time Viktor went on a rollercoaster, he felt his soul ascend from his body.

Now, as a twenty-eight year-old man, Viktor had never ridden a rollercoaster, much less visited a theme park or anything else of the sort. Blame it on his busy life as a five-time gold medalist figure skater, if you will, but he had also never even considered going to a theme park.

After meeting Yuuri Katsuki, a lot of things had changed. For example: there were now pairs of chopsticks as well as other foreign kitchen utensils on the counter in his apartment. He’d become more accustomed to taking his shoes off before entering the apartment after several lectures from his fiancé. Viktor had also picked up new knowledge on how other humans work and what he could say to potentially piss them off. He did not, however, expect one of these new things to be exploring new terrain in his own hometown.

“Let’s go to this new theme park they’re building nearby! We-” Yuuri asked Viktor, the man who never saw the appeal of plummeting so fast on a metal machine that it made you vomit.

“Why?” Viktor responded.

“Because it could be like a… Date.” The younger man said. He knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted.

Viktor considered. He liked the sound of a “date”. That is something that normal couples do, he thought, and he quite liked the sound of it. He had seen movies where a couple would attend a seasonal fair and the man would win a stuffed animal for the woman while playing a booth game to win her affection.

“Alright.”

A month later, Yuuri and Viktor explored the newly erected area of multitudes of spinning rides.

“I used to go to these all the time as a kid back in Japan. Mari would force me to go on all of the scary rides with her.” Yuuri said as he laughed.

They waited in the long line to board the rollercoaster. Viktor knew nothing of rollercoasters. He knew that they travelled extremely fast along a track-like system, and he knew that people tended to scream while riding them.

It looked easy. Viktor was used to spinning fast on the ice, and he had no doubt in his mind that it would be as simple as performing one of the more “complex” jumps of his craft.

“Aren’t you scared?” Yuuri asked as they boarded the ride. Yuuri did not know that Viktor was a virgin to rollercoasters. “Why would I be?” The Russian responded, and Yuuri only answered with a smug look.

The Japanese skater held Viktor’s hand as the ride slowly climbed up, up, up the tall stretch. They made small talk, Yuuri’s reason being a distraction and Viktor’s reason being obliviousness.

Viktor was in the middle of explaining the difference between the special dog shampoo he uses for Makkachin and the “useless” shampoo the groomer always insists on using, and he stopped his lesson when he heard Yuuri gasp.

Viktor meant to ask Yuuri what was wrong, but before he could, they were plummeting down, down, down, falling towards the ground at a speed Viktor didn’t even knew existed until then.

He couldn’t think of anything besides “GET ME OFF OF THIS EVIL METAL MACHINE RIGHT NOW” while it sped through its course. He couldn’t believe he heard Yuuri actually laughing, the absolute maniac, while Viktor blew out his vocal chords and crushed his poor fiancé’s hand with a bruising force.

After a minute of absolute trauma and Viktor continuously screaming Russian profanities and prayers, the ride came to an end, gently slowing down at the loading dock.

The ex-virgin of rollercoasters’ hair was completely blown back and tears streamed down his unusually pale cheeks as he rushed as fast as he could to undo the damn seatbelt and get out of there before Yuuri drug him back in to go another round.

“Oh my God, Vitya, your face! I can’t breathe! You were crying, aww,” Yuuri choked through laughter as they sat at a nearby table for Viktor to (literally) come down from that high.

“I thought I was dying, Yuuri, you are insane, how do you do that for pleasure? I can’t believe I married such a crazy man-” Viktor rambled on while he whined into his hands. Yuuri could not stop laughing.

Viktor is terrified of his sadistic, masochistic fiancé and will never go on one of his “dates” ever again.

P101! AU Wanna One Park Woo Jin

featuring: park woo jin, other members of wanna one

genre: fluff!!

word count: 1,698 words

summary: as you walked down the catwalk shining neon lights spelling out your name, you took one quick look at the boy through your tear-filled eyes, only to see him enthusiastically screaming your name. the theatre was bursting with cheers, but somehow, you could only hear his voice.


Originally posted by woojinnies


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