so he is probably v polite about telling someone to go away as seen here

anonymous asked:

MC bringing home RFA (and V &Saeran) S.O. to meet their family over the holidays?

Tis the season!! ⋆ᗰદ૨૨ʏ⋆ᐠ₍⁽˚⑅̆˚⁾₎ᐟ⋆ᘓમ૨ıડτന੨ડ⋆

~I’ll base some of the things on Christmas since it is the holiday I know the most about

◉ Yoosung 

  • Not nervous at all?
  • Just suuuper excited to meet them, honestly
  • The week before you guys left, he was dragging you through the mall asking a billion questions about what your family likes and what to buy each of them 
  • Took almost a whole day making sure he wrapped them beautifully and was so excited when everyone opened and loved their gifts 
  • Fits in like he’s known your family for years 
    • “You guys know you can’t trade me for Yoosung, right?” 
  • They urge you both to kiss underneath the mistletoe and then take pictures when you finally do
  • You both are blushing like crazy 
  • Yoosung always making sure to help with dishes and even gets up early to start breakfast for everyone 
  • (they’re so shocked and happy about that)
  • Your family is so sad when it’s time for you both to leave 

◉ Jumin 

  • Laughs when you ask if he is nervous 
    • “Should I be? I think I’m actually quite likable, wouldn’t you agree?”
  • He still makes sure you both are dressed in very nice clothes and he has expensive gifts from his company to give to everyone 
  • Can’t stop talking about how much he absolutely loves you??????
  • It’s honestly embarrassing but your family is eating it up because he is saying all these lovey-dovey things with the upmost seriousness 
  • She is LIVING for all of the attention she is getting 
  • Is already planning family trips around the world 
  • Tries to show your parents photos of your guys’ travels but they’re all terrible and blurry and your family just has to smile and nod 
  • Asking questions like crazyyy 
    • “What are these…socks, hanging here for? What is their purpose?”
    • “What is this eggnog? Quite the peculiar taste, but not disagreeable.”
    • “I don’t understand the origin of the tree, but Elizabeth 3rd seems to enjoy playing in it. We should get one for the penthouse.”
  • It actually became a new family game where everyone picks something and bets on whether Jumin will know what it is or not 
  • And Jumin loves the game so much 

◉ Zen 

  • He changes outfits like 17 times before he finds something he is comfortable wearing in front of your family 
  • Praying like hell they have never seen any of his stuff/don’t know who he is, he wants to meet your family as someone they don’t have preconceived notions about 
  • Holds your hand the whole trip there, for comfort 
  • When you arrive, he is the pinnacle of calm and polite (but you can tell he is nervous by the random, almost undetectable fidgeting he does)
  • Mostly he just tries to be himself, and your family adores him
  • He is taking photos with EVERYONE 
  • Christmas filters with antlers and santa hats and you all are laughing so hard 
  • King of playing charades when it’s family game time 
  • How many times can you hear the joke “What’s such a handsome man like that doing with someone like you??” they probably broke the record for it 
  • But Zen is at your side every time, explaining how HE is the lucky one 
  • And everyone just goes “Awwwwww” when he kisses the top of your head 
  • Everyone is blown away when he sings along to the holiday songs on the radio and even more blown away that he could play piano and lead everyone in the songs 
    • “You didn’t tell them we ride a motorcycle….right?”
    • “Zen, for the 100th time, no. They’d kill us both.

◉ Jaehee 

  • A bit nervous but for the most part, collected 
  • She’s planned the entire trip, packed the correct number and type of outfits for you both, looked at the weather forecast, and grabbed appropriate gifts for everybody 
  • Okay maybe she’s a bit more nervous than you thought because that’s when she starts planning like a crazy person
  • Your family loves her, she is so intelligent and can have a conversation with anyone on just about anything 
  • Offers to bake christmas cookies as a thank you and your family decides she is never allowed to leave because they are SO GOOD 
  • Shows your family self defense moves 
  • It’s such a relief that they can feel safe that you’re with someone so capable as her after seeing her throw your dad across the room LOL
  • Ends up baking all of the desserts for the entirety of your stay because everyone loves them so much 
  • You guys decorate ornaments together and get embarrassed when your family keeps making remarks on how cute you two are together 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • Says he is totally fine but on the inside he’s screaming
  •  He has NO CLUE how to act in family environments and he wants to make a good impression 
  • On top of the fact that he’s never been a fan of holidays 
  • Gets strangely reserved and you have to kinda pull him out of it 
  • When he first meets them he is so not like himself
  • Quiet, awkward
  • As time goes on he starts to warm up and get comfortable 
  • Gets really teary-eyed when he sees his name on presents under the tree and a stocking for him next to yours 
    • “They…did this for me?
    • “Well, of course! You’re family now,” you smile and grab his hand 
  • After that he starts to really dig the whole holiday tradition thing 
    • “I wonder if we can bake honey buddha chip cookies and dip them into PHD Pep-”
    • “Saeyoung NO”
  • Surprises everyone by dressing up as Santa and handing out the presents on Christmas Morning 

◉ V

  • All he wants is to meet your family, so he is thrilled when he finally gets the chance
  • Right away he thanks your family for raising such an amazing and beautiful person 
  • Captures everyones hearts with his flowery way of speaking and plethora of life experiences 
  • AND with how much he adores you 
  • So observant and attentive, he is grabbing things for your family members before they even ask or cleaning up before they can even notice 
  • No matter how much you try to stop it, this boy is getting every single story about you growing up and what you were like
  • Also asks to borrow photos and videos of you as a child so he can make copies because he loves you so much and he loves them so much  
  • You didn’t even know he snuck in gifts for everybody but he did and somehow they’re all perfect??? How??
  • Over Christmas dinner he brings out several bottles of champagne and offers a wonderful toast to your families hospitality and again thanks them for bringing the love of his life into this world 
  • He blends in so well 
  • And he wishes he could just sit there forever around all the people you hold closest to your heart, listening to them laugh and talk about old times 

◉ Saeran 

  • Much like Saeyoung, he is crazy nervous
  • But also crazy stubborn and doesn’t want it to show 
  • Puts on a Christmas sweater before you head over 
    • “I look stupid.”
    • “Nooo! You look so cute and handsome! They’re going to love it, and they’re going to love you.” 
  • When you first arrive he’s a lot like a lost puppy and he doesn’t quite understand what to do and how tradition works 
  • B-lines it to the sweets 
  • He is literally never without a cookie or candy cane in his hand
  • So much so that he becomes the honorary family taste-tester for the baked goods 
  • Will NOT share the bowl or spoon when he gets to lick them and only sticks his tongue at you when you call him rude 
    • “Honey, leave Saeran alone. Let him enjoy his treats, it’s Christmas!” 
    • Saeran:  ;P
  • Can’t decide if he likes eggnog but he hasn’t stopped drinking it since you got there so that must be a good sign 
  • Brought Poinsettias as a gift 
  • Your family kinda loves that he doesn’t really speak much 
  • Laughs at your old embarrassing photos and you have to smack his arm playfully 
    • “Tell me more about that time you peed your pants”
    • “Saeran I swear to god.”


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Sansa, Smart

So. Sansa. I hear some people think she’s not very clever. This is a view shared by several characters in the books.

But there’s no reason the readership should share those views. Sansa is a very clever individual who makes increasingly good use of several skills she started the series with, and develops greatly as an observer and an actor over the course of the story.

Putting everything under a cut, for reasons of four books of brainpower.

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{Special} College!AU Kihyun
  • major: drama + classics (concentration: greek civilization) 
  • minor: ancient greek 
  • sports: is running around campus in a toga considered a sport? he did that once as a part of an impromptu production,,,,,, 
  • clubs: poets society, theater club, hosts the bi-yearly ‘on campus olympics’, playwrights united, so many tbh,,,,,,
  • kihyun’s love for drama comes from his love for greek mythology. it all started with him watching an old film version of the odyssey when he was ten and afterwards he couldn’t stop parading around the street asking everyone to call him “odysseus ruler of ithaca” 
  • but instead of going into film as a major, kihyun had started reading the playwrights of sophocles, euripides, and agathon and had fallen for the sheer madness of greek tragedy 
  • his love for both acting, writing, and the culture of ancient greece made him want to learn the language (although he is rather clumsy with it) but inevitably he ended up majoring in both drama and the classics 
  • bringing together the two things he loves most: being on stage himself, while also learning about the art of his favorite kind of plays
  • and everyone in the drama major agrees that if they ever put on productions based off ancient greek plays that kihyun HAS to be the main role -
  • like for their production of hamlet, kihyun was fine playing horatio - he didn’t have to be the prince but when they put on oedipus rex well,,,,,let’s just say there was no question kihyun wanted the role
  • mostly because in the play oedipus ends up blind and kihyun came into practice with a blindfold on and proceeded to try and prove he could still do everything without seeing anything,,,,he ended up in the nurses office buT HEY HE GOT THE ROLE
  • all his classes that focus on playwriting / scripts kihyun has this need to only write twists on greek mythology, or make up stories using the gods
  • and in costume design he’s always like “my sketches are based on artemis!! see the dress is short, but comfortable with nature-themed colors because artemis was the goddess of the hunt-”
  • and you know the way some people are harry potter nerds or ,,,, gamers ,,,,, or you know kpop fans,,,,, kihyun is a fan of ancient greece. to put it simply
  • and he’s really smart about the civilization, he knows so many facts and so many philosophers and writers and political figures - even though it might seem like he’s a little messy at times 
  • which believe me, kihyun can give off the messy feeling because he’s really easily frustrated by a A LOT of things. like he always gets too much on his schedule and then fusses about how he can’t finish
  • and minhyuk loves LOVES L O V E S to tease kihyun when kihyun is trying to focus on his work
  • and it ends up with kihyun chasing minhyuk around the library waving around his copy of ‘hippolytus’ like a weapon
  • but also kihyun always drags minhyuk into his room to read through lines with him or give him his opinion on kihyun’s acting
  • and minhyuk is like whY ME ASK SHOWNU and kihyun is like i can’t shownu’s only reaction is ‘good’ ‘nice’ ‘very pleasing’
  • like minhyuk and kihyun are always bickering if they’re in the same room and minhyuk’s always like ROFL YOU’RE SO MAD YOUR EARS TURNED RED!!!! and kihyun is like THEY DID NOT CO M E HERE SO I CAN WHOOP-
  • but in the end minhyuk is always one of the first people kihyun invites to his productions and it’s cute it’s like cats and dogs w/them
  • on the other hand, with everyone else kihyun is sooooooo sly and he’s always like,,,,,like he always knows everyones secrets and no one knows how
  • like he leaned over to jooheon once and was like “i heard you failed your test in global finance” and jooheon’s fry fell out of his mouth because he was like WHO TOLD YOU I SHREDDED THAT TEST and kihyun is just like (—–: heard it thru the grapevine~
  • also jooheon is just an easy target for kihyun because he always slips up and tells kihyun exactly what he wants to know and everyone is like kihyun let him live and kihyun is like hehehehe,,,,NO
  • tries to matchmake all his friends on blind dates and stuff because he calls himself the ‘modern day eros’
  • it flops most of the time and everyone in monsta x is like stop trying to wingman us and kihyun is like that’s why you’re all single because you won’t listen to me - the actual god of love
  • and even though kihyun seems like this responsible, on-top of his work kind of person there are times where,,,,,,,that isn’t very true
  • because college makes people doubt their abilities and kihyun has never been the kind of person who’d go around asking for help or advice,,,he always just gives his support 
  • but when he needs it most ??? he shuts down
  • and you learn this because every time you’ve ever seen kihyun,,,,you’ve seen the happy and excitable kihyun. the kihyun who laughs with his whole body, who speaks his lines with so much emotion that people C R Y, who is always shining on and off stage
  • you’ve seen him like this ever since you started volunteering to paint backgrounds for the theater club
  • and never once,,,,had you see him look sad. you’d seen him angrily yelling out when things were getting messed up, how he gets a little on edge when people keep messing up lines,,,,,maybe even the way his ears get red when he’s rushing to get rehearsal started but,,,,,,
  • sad??? nope
  • so you can only describe it as pure shock when you think that everyone has gone for the day and you’ve set up the large white banner that you have to paint for an upcoming production but as you step back inside the dark theater with buckets of paints you hear ??? crying
  • and it isn’t like sobbing or anything but you hear someone sniffle
  • and you consider like turning around and leaving them in peace, but when you catch a glimpse of the pink hair,,,,,,,,the pink hair of the only person on campus who has that bright of a dye job
  • you freeze and think “kihyun?”
  • and at first you don’t believe it because no way. someone so outspoken and charismatic wouldn’t seclude themselves to crying in the theater ,,,,,
  • but then you see him get up from the corner he’s slumped again, a liter of paper scraps making a ring around his feet
  • and that’s when you notice that you’ve locked eyes. your wide, confused ones staring into kihyun’s that are rimmed with redness and the tear stains down his cheeks glisten even so far away
  • something about it leaves you even more shocked ,,,,, because even like this kihyun is handsome. hauntingly handsome,,,,,,wiping at his face with his sleeves and desperately moving his eyes away from yours
  • and you think he’s just going to run past you. leave
  • but he seems stuck too 
  • and for a while you two just stand there in a silence broken only by kihyun sniffling every now and then and you shifting the paint can in your hands
  • and then you hear him go “im sorry, this is painfully awkward for you isn’t it?”
  • something sounds a bit bitter in his voice,,, what it is you don’t know ? but you transfix your stare and shake your head simply going “no. you’re the one that looks like you’re going through something painful”
  • kihyun’s head snaps up to look back at you and again,,,,,,something about the browns of his eyes seem illuminated and glassy
  • he bites back his lip but sadly drops his shoulders “you’re right. it is painful.”
  • now it probably isn’t your place to go around meddling into his business, but it’s never nice to leave someone crying alone without at least trying to extend a helping hand so shakily you step forward. setting down your can of paint you keep your eyes on him 
  • “what’s wrong?”
  • kihyun seems to break at the sound of your question. a visible shiver runs down his body and before you know it he’s back to his knees on the floor, picking up the scraps of paper and crumpling them in his hand
  • without really knowing why you rush over and try to pull the scraps from him. you unravel one and read the disjointed sentences, the obvious dialogue mixed in with stage commands 
  • it’s a script,,,,,,for a play
  • putting together a couple of more scraps you make out names like ‘aphrodite’ and ‘eros’. the names of ancient greek cities. words you can’t decipher but that are most obviously distinct of an old langue 
  • you look up at kihyun and he stares blankly at the paper before clenching his teeth
  • “they won’t approve it. greek tragedy isn’t popular in our time, it’s only meant to be studied.” you tilt your head and kihyun continues with a sigh
  • “every time we have to submit a draft, the professor gives it back. says, “kihyun stop writing tragedies. stop putting in obscure greek references. kihyun,,,,,,,,,,,do something more modern.” but i don’t want to. im not majoring in modern theater. im majoring in the classics. so what if i want to rewrite them. so what if i want to make a play about ancient gods no one cares about. i care about them. i ,,,,,,,,”
  • he stops and his gaze meets yours. your trying to piece the paper back, you want to read the scene but you can’t. it’s so ripped up
  • kihyun takes the paper and without looking at it recites that characters lines. he sets the place for you, olympus and than a city off the skirts of athens. you listen, enchanted at how he’s added all this to his memory. the smallest details, the expression on his characters faces
  • it’s only one scene that he recites aloud, but you edge closer and ask “is there more?”
  • kihyun lets out a shallow laugh and shakes his head “the professor said to give it up. i need to re-write something more to their taste.
  • you sit back on your heels and then get up, taking the paint can beside your feet and dipping it in a sand colored mix, you begin to paint a long line
  • kihyun watches and blinks “what is that?”
  • you turn to him and smile “ancient greek cities had columns right?you mentioned the outskirts of athens-”
  • kihyun gets up and  puts his hand over your wrist. he shakes his head and goes “you don’t have to.”
  • but you yank your hand and continue to paint. “i want to.”
  • for a couple of minutes you continue to paint, trying to imagine the backdrop kihyun described as best you can.
  • “what about the background you’re supposed to actually be drawing?” he asks and you run your free hand through your hair to push it back from your eyes
  • “ill do it after. right now, i want to paint this. i want to see a part of your play in front of my eyes.”
  • kihyun seems taken aback but he sees your determination. he steps back and you think he’s going to leave, maybe find you inarguable and give up
  • but then you hear him walk back and forth, taking in your painting so far and then a smile pulls at his lips
  • “well ok see the column, cover it in slight vine. there’s also a market scene in my play so we should add in stalls and maybe an animal or two-”
  • you and kihyun paint for hours. maybe three. maybe four. you and kihyun. alone.
  • you both end up with stained hands, sweat on your foreheads, and a half finished piece of artwork
  • kihyun grins and turns to you, “thank you.”
  • you shrug your shoulders, the overalls your wearing have long been stained with paint but now there’s even more and you feel bad because kihyun’s gotten his fancy looking sweater dirty but he doesn’t look like he cares at all
  • he’s looking at the background with shining eyes and you’re happy because you can see that the redness from crying is gone, that bitter tone in his voice is gone
  • and you’re looking at the passionate boy you’ve always found so mesmerizing again
  • but as  you two realized it’s getting late you set out the large banner to dry in a vacant part of the backstage. kihyun suddenly takes your hand and pushes his phone into it
  • “put in your name and contact so we can meet up and finish this?”
  • you gladly oblige and kihyun reads your name aloud when you’re done, almost like he’s testing it out as a line to read on stage. you feel a slight blush cross your cheeks when he says it so boldly but you hide it with a “hopefully this all drys over night.”
  • kihyun walks out of the theater with you, insisting that he hold half the empty paint cans and a brush between his teeth that makes you laugh
  • as you wave goodbye and go separate ways the warmness in your heart stays with you all the way to your dorm
  • the next day,,,,,,,,,,,,that warmness is gone
  • because the director of the play you were supposed to draw the background for is livid to see that instead of their european snowy mountains request,,,,,,you’ve drown an ancient greek cityscape
  • “are you an idiot? can you not listen to directions? HAVE YOU EVEN READ THE PLAY? this isn’t some bullshit remake of ‘Medea’. throw this out no one is going to use it!”
  • the yelling makes you flinch and you reluctantly try to roll the banner up but the director puts a hand in your way
  • “what are you doing? rip this to shreds, it’s garbage.”
  • you clench your jaw and stand up, “it’s not garbage. it’s for another play. i need to make sure not to ruin it.”
  • with a cocked eyebrow the director folds their hands and snorts “what other play? since when were there any greek productions approved by the theater club? no one wants to s-”
  • “i want to see it. i want to see my friends greek tragedy and im not going to ruin the art we worked hard on so if you can please shut up and move your hand. ill get to work on your background, practice for it doesn’t even start till next week.”
  • passing the director whose looking at you with an open mouth you roll the banner up and heave it into your hands. it’s long and heavy, but you figure you’ll be fine if you walk slow
  • but just before you do, another set of hands wraps around the big roll of paper and you see a familiar pink head stick out from the side
  • “need help?”
  • you grin at kihyun and the two of you lift up the unfinished background. the director mutters something about of COURSE kihyun wants to put on a play copying the tragedies and it takes everything in you not to snap at them
  • kihyun’s reassuring smile keeps you stable and the two of you walk out of the theater and kihyun leans the rolled up paper against the wall
  • “well, i guess ill keep it in my dorm. although im not sure my roommate will be happy about it,,,,,,then again shownu never really cares that much.”
  • you apologize but kihyun leans over to ruffle your hair
  • “why are you sorry? i should apologize for distracting you from making that other background. that asshole really went off on you - do you think you can just quit and permanently work for me?”
  • you know he’s half-joking but you play with the idea in your head for a minute before putting your hands on your sides and going “you know what, i think i will quit.”
  • and with that you turn on your heel, back into the theater before kihyun can stop you, and you shout “i QUIT”
  • before returning to kihyun whose waiting outside with his eyes the  size of the moon
  • “you- why- you”
  • you laugh and shrug “i don’t want to work for an asshole, might as well put my skill to good use for people who actually appreciate it.”
  • kihyun bites back a big grin and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him suddenly and squeezing
  • “you know i owe you a lot!” you blush because he’s warm, his chest is solid and you fit so perfectly into the crook of his hand but you just manage to shadow it with another chuckle “you do! anyway, you need to finish writing the play,,,,,,”
  • kihyun lets you go and rummages around in his backpack, pulling out a thick stack of papers
  • “i spent all night on it. i mean i already had half done, but i actually finished it. you really motivated me.”
  • the words are simple but they make you heat up again and you take the stack, eager to flip through it and finally read the whole thing. kihyun somehow hauls the entire roll of paper onto his back and says he’ll call you when he’s free so you two can finish this up and so you can tell him what you think of the play. you nod and watch as he struggles across the quad,,,,,,,
  • you hold the play in your hands and think,,,,,it’s worth it. for him, it’s worth it.
  • you stay up reading it, even neglecting some studying to read it twice. from what you can figure out it’s a play on an greek romance tragedy where aphrodite meddles between a young girl and her secret lover,,,,,,,it’s kind of corny in some parts and over dramatic,,,but that’s the style that suits kihyun the best
  • and in the morning as you’re leaving for your first class you get a call 
  • kihyun’s excited voice on the other line calls your name and he says that if you have some free time to meet him in the art department soon. 
  • when you show up at the room kihyun told you about you see that all the desks are pushed against the wall and your unfinished background is spread on the floor surrounded by paint cans and brushes. kihyun is already on his knees, painting, wiping sweat away with one hand
  • but once he realizes you’ve come in he jumps to his feet and tugs you over by the wrist chattering about what he wants to add into the painting.
  • you guys paint together for horus, kihyun keeping the mood happy with jokes and stories and telling you more about the play he has in mind
  • at some point you two are sitting close together, shoulders basically rubbing up against each other
  • when kihyun leans over and you feel the tickle of a brush on your skin
  • and you look down to see kihyun painting a smiley face on your forearm
  • you retaliate by drawing a mustache on for him
  • he laughs and draws swirls on your cheeks
  • and the background is forgotten for a while as you both paint little things on one and other
  • kihyun covers you crooked flowers and scribbles of lines and you try to draw whiskers on his nose
  • and ,,,,,,,,, then you know kihyun is leaning in close
  • the brush he has is too big so he uses his finger to draw a pink petal on your forehead but then he makes the (good,,,,verY GOOD) mistake of looking into your eyes
  • and it’s still early afternoon with the sun peaking thru the blinds
  • of the empty classroom,,,,,
  • except,,,,,for you two,,,,,,,,,,
  • and your eyes are like,,,,,,,,,,,the most beautiful thing kihyun has seen in his entire life,,,,,your breathing both slowed,,,,,,,,your mouths inches apart,,,,,literally,,,,,
  • and both of you are thinking the same thing which is like ‘how soft are their lips,,,,,’
  • except kihyun cannot stop thinking about it and you keep touching your lips every second but ,,,,,,,,
  • kihyun just stops and goes “looks like we’re almost done!” in an effort to break the awkward air and you nod, adding some final details
  • and finally you get up and kihyun says you can leave it here to dry since no one is using this room today
  • and you don’t know why,,,,maybe it’s the leftover embarrassment, but you get your things and tell kihyun you have to go,,,,
  • but before you can make your escape kihyun calls out
  • “are you going to come and see my play?”
  • and you gasp because holy shit did he get it approved by the theater club????
  • but kihyun shakes his head and you’re like then how-??? and kihyun is like “just promise me, when i call you with an invitation you’ll show up right?”
  • and he puts out his pinkie and you’re like a bit confused but you link yours with his and promise
  • and kihyun reaches out like he’s going to ruffle your hair again but pulls back
  • and you leave,,,,,,,,,thinking about how kihyun is going to manage to pull off a play without the club but also,,,,,
  • your fingers touch your lips again,,,,,,but you’re like sTOP thinking about it let’s go do some homework or something instead!!!
  • ofc kihyun is in the room alone, staring down at the finished piece with his own hand over his mouth
  • before screaming out “YOO KIHYUN YOU ARE AN I D I O T” at himself and almost falling forward onto the damn background
  • but also like ,,,,,, two weeks passes and you don’t hear from kihyun. like you see him running around campus doing his usual thing, you see him teasing that other guy jooheon and hanging out with minhyuk
  • but everytime he turns and you think he might see you,,,,you duck behind a tree or pull up your hood
  • because ok you’re not going to admit it but,,,,,,,,,,,,you kind of are still embarrassed about the whole art room incident but,,,,,,you honestly though kihyun would have said or done something by now to show you it was all ok????
  • and you know it’s stubborn to not just text or call him first but you just caNT
  • and after it edges on three weeks you think well it isn’t worth it to care anymore. kihyun needed you around because you helped him with the painting. it didn’t really matter
  • but as you’re sitting in your dorm, watching some drama on your laptop your phone goes off and mindlessly you pick up w/o looking at the caller ID
  • and on the other line is,,,,,kihyun
  • who goes “you said you’d come if i invited you right? can you come down to the west dorms?”
  • and you sit up, almost knocking your laptop off your feet and you’re like “uh oh yes give me 5 minutes” and you can practically hear kihyun’s smile on the other end when he’s like ok great!
  • and that’s how you end up in kihyuns dorm,,,,,,, staring at the makeshift stage he’s made out of blankets on the floor and the familiar background you both painted taped onto his wall
  • and you’re not sure where kihyun is, but you can hear voices from the bathroom and suddenly ????? shownu comes out
  • wearing what you presume is a night sheet as a toga
  • and he starts off talking about his “daughter” who can’t find love and instantly you realize this is ,,,,, this is the script you read by kihyun
  • and then the ‘daughter’ runs out. it’s changkyun in a wig
  • followed by mischievous aphrodite played by minhyuk in another wig and a crown made out of plastic flowers
  • and the narrator in the back, who sits down in the corner is a very tired looking hyungwon
  • followed by the dashing young lover,,,,,,,,,,,, kihyun
  • (also in a night sheet toga)
  • and there’s music,,,,,,,every now and then provided by wonho with his ipod and jooheon who throws paper shavings everytime minhyuk appears since he’s playing a goddess
  • and the whole thing looks so,,,,,,,,so bizarre and silly
  • shownu pulls the script out of his toga to literally read off his lines and minhyuk is obviously improvising and when kihyun tries to hug changkyun changkyun almost smacks him away with his wig
  • and it’s,,,,,it’s a mess
  • but it’s kihyuns play. and you watch it: laughing and clapping and gasping when you need to
  • and finally, the last scene,,,,,,,,the last kiss between the girl and her lover,,,,,,
  • changkyun suddenly goes over to you and pulls you up, moving you toward his spot beside kihyun
  • whispering “he wanted it to be you, plus i don’t want to kiss him”
  • before sitting down where you were
  • and you’re looking at kihyun who says his last line before wrapping his arm around your waist and placing a gentle kiss right ,,,, on your lips
  • and you’re like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because oh god everyone is watching - was this kihyuns plan - he’s so soft and this kiss is so nice - wait oh god his friends are all watching
  • but then you can’t help it, your hand almost reflexively goes up to his neck to pull him closer
  • and hyungwon literaLLY clears his throat because AHEM this kiss is ‘short and sweet’ 
  • but when you two pull back it’s obvious the play is over and everyone in the room breaks into applause
  • but you’re star-struck staring at kihyun who just smiles and goes
  • “i’ve been waiting a long time to do that”
  • before turning to bow to the lone changkyun who is sitting where you were, pulling you down a bit so you bow too
  • and ,,,,,,,,,,, it’s crazy really
  • but somehow it feels right and you compliment everyone on their acting and helping and all of them crowd around to talk about how kihyun had bribed them to get them to do it
  • and it makes you laugh, hearing about how much effort kihyun put into this “play” just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,to show it to you
  • and once all his friends have filed out of the dorm. shownu leaving with jooheon to let you and kihyun be alone
  • you turn to him and go
  • “it was a good play, but you should really submit it to the theater club. it deserves more than just me seeing it.”
  • kihyun grins, kissing the side of your cheek and going “it’s ok. this play is special,,,,,,so special because it’s only meant for one person to see it.”
  • you: “me?”
  • kihyun: “the person i like.”
  • you: “so,,,,,,,,,me?”
  • kihyun: “pleASE i am trying to be romantic.”
  • you laugh again and kihyun collects you in his arms, pressing your foreheads together and wow yes kihyun asked you out by putting on a whole play for you and we ALL KNOW HE WOULD BE THIS EXTRA
  • but it’s cute,,,,,,,,,shownu comes back to find you and kihyun sitting in his bed reading through other stuff kihyun has written and shownu is like “id like to get some sleep but if you two plan on staying up giggling i will go make my bed somewhere else”
  • kihyun walks you back your dorm considering it’s dark out and you tell him that you’re serious though - he should get one of his plays put on by the theater club
  • kihyun just kisses you again and tells you you’re the best fan he’s ever had
  • and you hit him playfully because yes, fan but also -the best significant other???
  • and dating kihyun means literally just dating the most affectionate person in the world
  • from the moment you two meet up after your class to when kihyun has to leave you for practice ,,,,, kihyun is holding onto you
  • holding your hand, holding your waist, holding your face, literally just attached to your side
  • for that constant love and attention
  • and he’s even more passionate and dramatic than what you thought you knew
  • like he’ll get down on his knees with a rose in his mouth in front of your whoLE clASS on your 100 day anniversary
  • and he’ll insist on carrying you if you as much as scratch yourself on something
  • and he’ll serenade you outside your dorm window
  • and he’ll get his face printed on a t-shirt that says ‘i love kihyun’ as a gift for you
  • and oh gosh it sounds overwhelming but it’s all done with the best intentions because you best believe he makes himself a shirt that says ‘i love y/n’ with your face on it so he can wear it with pride
  • even though hyungwon sees this couple item and looks at you like please tell kihyun to burn these
  • but kihyun isn’t just passionate about you,,,,,,,,he’s passionate about your life too. he’s always cheering you up when you’re in a slump over course work or friends or family. and your family loves him because he literally is so polite and so well-mannered around them
  • and even on little holidays that most people overlook he’s like ‘let me call your family and thank them for bringing you into this world one again-’ and  you’re like PLEASE 
  • kihyun is also super smart,,,,,like he knows so much about ancient greek civilization and when he practices the language in front of you you’re like ‘you’re a genius’ and kihyun is like ‘i know, you’re lucky to be dating me. the next socrates’
  • and you’re like ok bye but he begs you to stay with many kisses
  • and he’s a drama major, and people think it’s easy but you know how kihyun stays up studying lines and then working on props that the club might need, and revising his own personal playwrights
  • and when you learn that he’s even taking a class on like lighting techniques??? for like stages???
  • you’re honestly like,,,,,,he is a genius and so hardworking,,,,,
  • so you’re always like giving kihyun a shoulder massage or helping organize his notes and he’s like “you really  care well for me”
  • and you play it off like WHAT would you do without me,,,,,but you’re just really proud of his hardwork
  • and that’s why when you hear that the club is looking of putting out another production you insist that kihyun submit one of his plays,,,,,but he gets all concerned again
  • so with confidence you submit a copy of it yourself and it gets picked?? and when kihyun finds out he runs to your first
  • and literally picks you up in a spinning hug because he’s like mY PLAY and you’re like I tOLD you TheY’D LOVE IT
  • and that one teacher that kept telling him to stop writing in that style,,,,,,well let’s just say he’s quite embarrassed when the whole drama department gets excited over seeing the club put on something modeled after the ancient greek play
  • and you ofc help to paint the background
  • and while kihyun is practicing, every now and then he’ll break his concentration to surprise you with back hugs and kisses on the neck
  • on opening night of the production,,,,, you have a front row seat along with the rest of monsta x
  • and it’s amazing,,,,,kihyun shines so powerfully with his performance
  • but watching him makeout with the other lead,,,,,well,,,,,let’s just say you force jooheon to cover your eyes for you
  • but after as you’re all congratulating all the student actors
  • you pull kihyun aside and just,,,,,,,,well just you kiss him with a bit more force than ever and kihyun pulls back like ‘is this a gift for my performance or are you trying to tell me something?”
  • and you blush because Shut UP but,,,,,also,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you’re like “kihyun let’s celebrate more,,,,,,,,alone,,,,,,,,in your dorm,,,,,tell shownu to spend the night somewhere else”
  • and kihyun’s ears go redder than blood and he doesn’t even have to open his mouth when you two show up in front of shownu
  • because kihyun’s hair is a mess already since you made out with him and his ears are blushing and you’re already nudging him in the side and shownu gets it
  • he’s like “ill comeback tomorrow, you two have fun. be safe”
  • let’s just say when shownu comes around in the morning he has to throw another blanket on top of you and kihyun LOL
  • and kihyun is amazing,,,,,,,at acting,,,,,,,at being a boyfriend,,,,,at ahem other things
  • BUT he’s also a good cook and when you find him at your dorm with late night snacks he made or just when you two have the time to use the communal kitchen
  • you’re just like im blessed,,,,he’s everything
  • and one summer kihyun surprises you with money he’s saved up for a trip to greece before the semester starts again and you’re like kIHYUN where did you get the money,,,,,,,,,,, and he just grins because apparently translating ancient greek for some older scholars is actually quite a well paying side job and you didn’t even know he was doing it
  • but ,,,,,,,,,,,, you guys go and it’s amazing. it’s short only a week, but it’s amazing and kihyun is like “if you hadn’t said all those thing, about how you wanted to watch my play no matter what,,,,,,i would have probably dropped out of drama as a major.” and you’re like what oh my god ,,, and he just grins 
  • and brings you close and nuzzles his face against yours because,,,,,,,,you motivated him so much and you continue to motivate him
  • and you’re like kihyun!!! you motivate me too!!! you keep me stable and positive
  • and it’s just romantic,,,,,,,,,,,,,kihyun makes everything so romantic
  • and once you get back and another semester of college starts and all of monsta x is so jealous of your ‘lovers getaway’ to greece
  • kihyun is like “hey, let me wingman you guys and sooner or later you’ll all be on your own lovers getaways ;)”
  • all of monsta x: no
  • kihyun: you all are missing out. like i have a s/o and you don’t think about that hMMMMMMM 
  • you: *face in your hands* why is he like this,,,,,,,,

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find special college!jb (here), college!mark tuan (here) college!youngjae (here), college!jinyoung (here) & college!jackson (here)

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and please look forward to more special college!aus!


((sequel to humid, papaya, and sunscreen))

When Keith Shadis asks something of you, it’s not as much as a request as it is a demand. That’s why, when on his rare day off, Levi wakes up a little before six am to the sound of his phone blaring on the nightstand and sees Shadis’ name on the screen, he knows that he’s screwed.

As it happens, one of the waiters had called in sick, and though Levi keeps insisting that he’s a bartender and not a waiter, this difference seems inconsequential to Shadis. Even as he’s trying to reason with the man, Levi finds himself stumbling out of bed and reaching for his clothes, a part of him already having resigned to his fate. It’s not the first time he’s been called in at a moment’s notice, and since it’s common knowledge that he’d sell his soul for a bit of extra pay, it probably won’t be the last.

Still, there’s always room for haggling, and he manages to convince Shadis to let him go as soon as breakfast is over. It’s just a couple of hours, and at the end he’ll get to snack on the leftovers, so it could be worse. From the moment Levi steps in the kitchen and sets to work slicing up fruits and plating cheese and ham, he’s counting the minutes to his eventual freedom.

By the time it’s fifteen minutes to ten, he at last breathes a sigh of relief. Shadis is in an unusually good mood today, and since Levi’s section of the dining room is already nearly empty, maybe he could leave a little early. There’s a few of older German ladies finishing their tea by the door, a couple who are more interested in making heart eyes at each other than actually eating, and a young girl with her parents who’s going back for seconds of cereal. As long as no-one else shows up, Levi’s sure that Shadis’ staff can handle the rest just fine.

As he’s gathering up plates from an empty table, he hears a painfully familiar laugh sound from behind him, and before he’s even turned around he knows exactly who it is.

Eren’s stopped to exchange a few words with the German ladies, and as one of them reaches up to touch his arm, visibly swooning, Levi has to resist the urge to fling a plate at her. Eren’s as handsome as ever, the sleeves of his pristine white shirt rolled up to his elbows and his hair wispy and mussed like he’d just rolled out of bed. The first couple of buttons of his shirt have been left open, revealing a delicious stretch of his neck and collarbones. Obscene, Levi thinks, his gaze drawn to the strong lines of Eren’s jaw and the curve of his mouth, shameless, illegal, how dare he?

Then, Eren looks up at him, and though a little surprised, flashes Levi a beaming smile. Definitely illegal.

Levi flees to the kitchen with the dishes, but he can’t hide in there for too long, because of course Eren decides to sit in his section. He looks at Levi from head to toe as he approaches, a slight smile playing on his lips, and suddenly Levi feels so very naked despite of being in full uniform.

“Good morning, sir,” he intones in clumsy German, not missing how Eren raises a brow at him. “Would you like tea or coffee?”

“Buenos días, querido,” Eren replies with a smile. “Coffee, please. How nice to see you here. You don’t usually work mornings, do you?”

“I do not. Just a moment, please.”

He’s quick to head back into the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of coffee while trying to forget about those heated green eyes. He remembers what it had felt like, the softness of Eren’s lips against his and how perfectly their bodies had fit together. And his hands, dear fucking God, he remembers those hands stroking delicate patterns over his stomach and then wandering even lower, remembers how Eren had reduced him into a whining mess just with his graceful fingers.

All those thoughts are doing nothing in helping him calm down. He takes a deep breath, then a second one, before picking up the coffee and jug of milk with shaky hands. He can do this. It’s just breakfast, he’ll survive.

Eren’s exactly where he left him, though he’s gotten himself some toast and a heaping bowl of strawberries and Nutella from the buffet. Levi watches, transfixed, as he pops a strawberry in his mouth, his tongue flicking out to clean off some of the juice running down his finger. His eyes meet Levi’s and he grins, looking like he wants to devour him right there and then.

Levi clears his throat heavily. “Milk or sugar?” he asks as he fills Eren’s coffee cup, trying not to acknowledge how he can practically see down Eren’s shirt from this angle.

“Plenty of milk, thanks,” Eren replies, an edge of concern creeping into his voice as he goes on, “I hope you’re not working all the day into the evening today.”

With a quick glance towards the clock, Levi picks up the milk. “I was supposed to get off about five minutes ago, actually,” he quips, fighting back a shiver when he feels Eren’s hand trailing along his waist, “until someone decided to show up for breakfast at the last moment.”

Eren’s touch wanders lower until his fingers are resting over the swell of Levi’s ass. His eyes are alight with playful mischief as he says in what’s barely a whisper, “Ah, you know you can get off in front of me, I wouldn’t mind.”

Levi’s hand slips, and it’s like the world slows down for a few fateful moments. He watches in horror as the jug of milk falls from his grip, its contents splattering all over the table and the floor, and worst of all, Eren. It clatters loudly against the tiles as it lands by Levi’s feet, and even with his attention solely on Eren, he can tell that everyone in the room is staring at the two of them.

It’s silent and still for a long while. Eren’s the first to speak up. “Well, that’s not exactly the kind of white and creamy fluid of yours I hoped you’d cover me in,” he states, more amused than anything. His wet shirt is clinging on to his chest and stomach, showing off the outlines of his muscles, and that kind of a distraction is not helping the situation at all.

“Fuck,” Levi whispers, panic creeping into his voice. “I am so, so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s fine, darling, don’t worry about it,” Eren’s quick to assure him with a warm smile as he reaches to grasp Levi’s hands. “It was probably a bad idea to grope you while you’re working. My apologies.”

“What is going on here?”

As Levi turns, he finds himself face to face with Shadis, and that’s more than enough to divert his attention away from Eren’s body. The man has schooled his face into the most neutral and polite expression he can manage, though the twitch in his left eyebrow betrays the fact that he’s only seconds away from flying into a fit of rage.

“It fell,” Levi says, but before he can go on, Eren interrupts him.

“It’s fine, it was my fault,” he tells Shadis with one of his most charming smiles. “I touched his ass, I had it coming.”

Shadis falls silent, looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that has brought him to this precise moment in time. After clearing his throat, he states, “Mr. Jaeger, we have a strict policy regarding inappropriate behaviour and harassment towards our staff.”

“No, but I liked it,” Levi blurts out, both Eren and Shadis turning to look at him, the former adoring and the latter slightly nauseous. “It was consensual ass touching.”

“Well,” Shadis starts off, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “In that case.”

“I should probably go change my clothes, though,” Eren states, rearranging his wet neckline and somehow succeeding to bare even more skin. Levi hears one of the German ladies gasp like a dying fish. “Would you mind serving me breakfast up to my room?”

“Yes, of course,” Levi rushes to exclaim, his face burning. “I’m sorry.”

Eren gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “No apologizing,” he says, his voice taking on a breathy tone as he adds, “Though I could always punish you a little, if that’s what you’re into.”

“I’m gonna go now,” Shadis interjects flatly, his eyes taking on the thousand-yard stare of a man who has already seen too much. Off he goes, not looking back, and though Levi’s still bright red, at least he’d managed to avoid Shadis’ wrath.

After dabbing at his mouth with napkin, Eren stands up. It gives Levi an even better view of his stomach, wet fabric hugging his abdomen, and though he’s seen Eren shirtless by the pool countless times, this is completely different and more erotic somehow. If they weren’t in the middle of the dining room Levi thinks he’d probably be dragging his tongue across Eren’s clothed torso by now.

The amused glint in Eren’s eye tells him that he’s been caught staring. He grasps on to the lapels of Levi’s uniform as he leans in closer. “Meet me up in my room in five minutes,” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of Levi’s ear. “Bring the strawberries and Nutella. I wanna find out how they taste when I eat them off of your body.”

Taehyung x Reader - One Night Stand (Four)

Part of the ‘Married to You’ Series.

Summary: A one night stand with Kim Taehyung turns into something you never would’ve expected.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Romance, Drama, Arranged Marriage

Author: Moxie

Chapters: 01 & 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 (The Finale)

Chapter Four:

It was finally the weekend and you were relaxing at home watching Netflix on the projector screen in the theatre room. Taehyung had installed an incredible sound system and had leather recliner chairs put in. The entire room was soundproof and blacked out so no sunlight could get in. It must’ve cost him a mint but it was definitely worth it in your opinion because it felt just as though you were at the movies.

You were currently engrossed in the latest episode of your drama, a romance about a man and a woman who were childhood sweethearts that were separated, only to meet again as adults 10 years later. They try to carry on and make their love work but fate keeps getting in the way. This week’s episode was an emotional roller-coaster in particular. The couple were facing another challenge and it looked as though this might be the end for them.

“No don’t give up! He loves you!” you cry at the screen. Your hand clutching the tissue box tightly.

You anticipate what might happen next when your phone starts ringing, ruining the moment. You consider letting it ring out until you see that it’s Taehyung calling.

Weird, he never calls.

Keep reading

You and Your Words [V x MC]

Here’s a V angst no one asked for and when I told people about it, I got yelled at with “AMS O U C H” :))) 💛 

inspired by Burn from Hamilton ヽ(ヅ)ノ and a thanks to the dialogue in Secret Ending 1

[ Word Count: 1962 ]

Jihyun believed in souls. He also believed in soulmates. Thinking back, he talked about it so much that MC was really convinced they were his soulmate. They were going to be together for the rest of their lives, knowing their souls belonged to each other. MC was confident in that future and they were sure Jihyun was too. The two of them had talks about it almost nightly, generating a fantasy of the future - complete with kids, a dream house, and talk of growing old together. They really did feel like soulmates.

Apparently, they were wrong.

It was during his newest exhibition where Jihyun would experience a beginning and an ending. He was there walking around and chatting with visitors, but someone caught his eye. She had been standing by this one photograph of a pink flower he took in the mountains for almost an hour today alone, and she stopped by yesterday as well - the least he could do was stop by and say hello.

Or, that was the plan, but he caught her just when she was speaking. “..Beautiful.” She whispered. “Do you like it?” He asked, stopping a few feet from her. “Yes, I love it.” The girl looked away from the photo to Jihyun, a polite but obviously confused look on her face. She was beautiful - long, blonde hair, green eyes, a pretty face - but that didn’t matter to Jihyun. He had MC, and besides, this woman was not the first beautiful lady he encountered. Nevertheless, something about her still made him curious. “Excuse me, but who are you?” She asked, bringing his attention back to her. “The one who took this photo.” He answered, a hint of a smile on his face. What? He could afford to be a little smug. Her face lit up a little bit, “You must be V, the photographer!” Jihyun nodded with a small chuckle, “You’ve been standing here for almost an hour, so I came to say hello. And didn’t you come yesterday too?” “Yes…the photo was so beautiful I just had to come for another look.” “I’m glad you like it, please enjoy it.” He smiled and was about to walk away. “Wait! I had something to ask you.” “What is it?” 

“The sun is the mother of all things. This flower wouldn’t have come to life if the sun hadn’t exuded energy. This consistent love and warmth, I feel it from all your pieces! Do you think a world…where our fears are gone and filled with love and warmth, like when I see your photographs, will ever come? Do you believe we all can become the sun one day?” Her words shocked him. He had never thought about that, never thought he could make someone feel that way. Maybe that’s what caught his attention. “No,” He said, “I don’t have such profound thoughts when I take photos. I’m not that great.” “You are great, V. Just by taking photos like this.”

Now, V felt like doing something crazy. Well, not that crazy since he had done it before. In fact, he did this when he met MC too. “Thank you…do you want this photograph?” He could see her eyes light up a little bit, but it faded quickly. “I love it, but I don’t have enough money to purchase it.” Jihyun smiled brightly, sure he was totally going to make her day. “I’ll give it to you as a gift. Please let the receptionist know your name, address, and phone number.” The lady blinked, “What? Oh, I can’t accept such an expensive piece!” They went back and forth for a little bit until Jihyun settled it. “How about this? I’ll give you this photograph, and you can buy me coffee after this exhibition. Your thoughts made a big impression on me and I’d like to hear more of how you see life. Oh, can I ask your name?” She paused for a moment, thinking it over. Which gave Jihyun time to do the same. It wasn’t a bad idea, her thoughts really did intrigue him…and that was it anyways. He wanted to hear her thoughts on the world, it might give him a new outlook on how to take his photographs. And he could really use a coffee. MC was working late and they trusted each other. He’ll just send her a text.

“It’s…Rika.” The lady - Rika - answered him. “My name is Rika.” He smiled, “Is that your real name?” She shook her head, “Well, let me tell you mine. People call me V, but my name is Jihyun Kim.”

How coffee turned into this, Jihyun had no idea. It was about 10:30pm and Jihyun was stumbling into he and MC’s house, but with Rika chasing after him, their lips clashing as he pushed her inside. Jihyun had never been this frantic before. Not even because he was worried about MC coming home, but because he was desperate. Desperate for this feeling, for this person who he was leading to his bedroom. The person not being MC. MC being the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. 

MC, his soulmate. Right? Or… “V…” Rika’s voice brought him out of his thoughts and MC was out of his mind again. It was just Rika. Rika. Rika. “Rika.” Jihyun breathed out.

Maybe MC wasn’t his soulmate.

That was a mistake. That whole night was a mistake. But…Jihyun kept going back to Rika. MC had no idea about what had happened, nonetheless that it was still happening. And it wasn’t even just sex, it was practically a full on relationship full of dates, small kisses, cuddling after sex. But Jihyun was hiding it from MC. Hiding this…relationship? From the person he called his soulmate.

He had a system. Two phones - one for MC, one for Rika. He wrote letters to both of them, showed them both the photographs he took, talked to both of them daily. It was eating away at him, but the more he did this, the more disappointed he felt himself becoming when it was MC instead. He wanted more of Rika, felt more of a connection with Rika. MC was losing their grip on his soul.

MC noticed something was wrong when their nightly talks got more and more infrequent. Nightly turned into every other night. Every other night turned into once a week. And now…nothing. Was something wrong with Jihyun? He did seem a bit more depressed lately. And he took a lot more trips than before. Well, he was getting more and more attention, it was probably just to get the perfect shot.

They thought nothing of it. Until the scandal broke out.

‘Famous Photographer V Engaged?! Who Is This Mystery Girl?’ Mystery Girl? MC asked themselves when they first saw it. People knew they were dating - though the gender situation was still unclear to them, but that wasn’t the point - but why did they assume they were engaged? Wait. Who was that?

There was another woman in the photo, one that MC had never seen or heard of before. Her and Jihyun were holding hands, looking like they were running across the street. She was holding a hand up to try and cover her face, but there was…a ring on her finger?

No, it was just a friend of Jihyun’s. Someone he was helping, as always. There was no way- The phone rang and MC glanced at it. It was Yoosung, so she picked up. “Yoosung?” “MC, did you see the news?” Right away, then. “About Jihyun? Yeah, but I didn’t hear anything from him y-” “I know who that is.” MC blinked. But they didn’t say anything, so Yoosung continued. “ She’s my cousin. And she had been talking about a boyfriend for a while now. I never got to meet him, but she mentioned things that match V…I should have told you, but I didn’t think that-” “Yoosung?” MC cut him off. It took a second, but he answered. “Yeah, MC?” “What things matched V that she told you about?” “Uh…he had an unusual hair color, he was a photographer..” “Give me specifics, Yoosung.” “There was something about letters…” MC hung up.

And as soon as they did, V walked through the door. “MC-” “V. What is this all about?” “It was a mistake. I was only-” The TV in the background cut him off again. “This just in! Photographer V released a statement! There’s…letters? A bunch of letters, apparently back and forth between this new girl?! Should we read some of them? Oh, this one-” V turned off the TV. “MC…” “You should go, V.” “…MC…”

MC didn’t speak again, they just walked off into their room. They knew V was behind them, but they didn’t care. MC wouldn’t speak a word to him again, but this was going to show him. They went straight to their shared nightstand, opening a drawer and throwing out all the clothes. “MC-” V tried, but MC pulled out a box at the bottom of it. They opened it, taking out pieces of paper. No, letters. They stared at them for a second before taking a deep breath. “I saved every one of these you wrote me. From the moment I read them, I knew you were mine. You said you were mine….I thought you were mine.”

V looked at MC helplessly, looking like he was about to speak, but MC beat him to it. “You and your words flooded my senses, left me defenseless. You built me palaces out of paragraphs, built cathedrals.” They looked back down at the letters, smiling in fond remembrance, but could also feel the tears filling their eyes. “The world seemed to burn..” Their voice hiccuped at the last word, hands holding the papers tighter. “You published the letters she wrote you. Told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed.” The tears were spilling over now, and MC turned around, glaring at him. “You and your words, obsessed with your legacy. How they perceive you! You, you, you….!”

There was a pause after that, but MC held up their glare. V took a step back from them, tears building up for him as well. But that didn’t make MC back down. It only fueled them. “You have torn it all apart.” They stomped past him, pushing him out of the way to their built-in fireplace. Luckily, it was electronic, so MC turned it on and it started up quickly. “The world has no right to my heart! The world has no place in our bed. They don’t get to know what I said. I’m burning the memories, the letters that might have redeemed you.”

“MC!-” V ran over, trying to grab the letters, or at least one of them, from MC, but they were quicker. They pushed him away with both hands, pointing a finger at him and raising their voice. “Jihyun Kim, you forfeit all rights to my heart! You forfeit the place in our bed! You’ll sleep in her apartment instead! With only the memories of when you were mine…!” MC broke out into a full sob at their ‘mine’.

The next moment felt like forever, but MC was standing there, sobbing while V looked at them. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as well, but he knew it was over. There was no way he could fix this.

MC opened their eyes, glaring at V one more time. “I hope that you burn.” They said before turning around and throwing the letters into the fireplace. “MC!” V yelled, watching the letters he wrote them turning into ashes.

“So much for soulmates.” And MC walked past him, towards the door.

Seventeen’s Reaction To: Their S/O Being A Plus Sized Model + You Never Wearing Pants To Bed!

Soooooo I’m so sorry for posting this for BTS and not Seventeen! I was working on a bunch of BTS stuff and I must have assumed this one was also for BTS. Here is what you actually requested friend! 

Originally posted by michaelshillingburg


  • The type to be your number one fan. 
  • The MC mentions you? “Hey have you seen Y/N’s new cover issue?” A fan on the V-live app asks about you? “She’s doing great! I’m so proud of her…” 
  • This boy wouldn’t be silent over how proud he was. 
  • Loves your confidence and lowkey thrives off of it. 
  • As for going to bed pants-less, I honestly don’t think he’d mind one bit if you two were dating. However if it’s early on into the relationship, it might take him by surprise. 

Originally posted by kristian-do


  • Is 100% loving your confidence and is proud of your modeling career. 
  • Unlike Seungcheol, I don’t think he’d be as vocal about it. 
  • Meaning he would tell you that he loves your confidence, but the only way he’ll bring you up on TV is if he is explicitly asked about you. 
  • I could also see him being into the idea of doing photo shoots together. 
  • I also don’t think that he’d mind if you preferred not to wear pants. He’d be the most chill about you not wearing pants to bed in all honesty. 

Originally posted by jeonghney


  • Is also the type to be your number one fan, but toned down a few notches. 
  • He’d most likely shower you with compliments over your new issue in private. 
  • He’d also be the type to get flustered if someone were to bring you up in a TV show or on the V-live app. 
  • He’d politely tell them that you were a model and he wouldn’t reveal much. He seems like the type to keep his love life private. 
  • As for you not wearing pants, I don’t think it matters what stage of the relationship you’re in. 
  • This boy would be flustered at the sight of you every. single. time. 

Originally posted by lovejoshua17


  • Is completely silent over the fact that you model and you probably don’t mind. 
  • He’d give you compliments and praises when the members weren’t around. 
  • The members probably don’t even know that you model, and would find out when they saw you on a billboard. 
  • Even though he isn’t very vocal about your career, he’d still support you with all of his heart. 
  • As for no pants, he’d also be the type to freak the hell out. 

Originally posted by adoring-woozi


  • Probably wouldn’t shut up about how you were a model. 
  • Would love how confident you were and would hands down be the type to flaunt you. 
  • So if the MC just barely mentions you, BOOM! “Have you seen her! Isn’t she an amazing model?” 
  • As for “No-Pants-Mcgee”, I don’t think he’d mind one bit. He’d probably get a lil perverted though, so i’d be wary of that. 

Originally posted by theoneandonlylioness


  • Would also be quite vocal about how well your modeling career is going and how proud he is of you. 
  • Would love your confidence and would get excited with you whenever your new spread come out. 
  • Wouldn’t mention you on TV or on the V-live app unless you were explicitly mentioned. 
  • Pants or no pants, he’d find you attractive either way. I think he’s also the type to not really care if you were pants free in private. 

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots


  • Would literally be a cheerleader. 
  • Like at a photo shoot, he’d be on the sidelines cheering you on for every pose that you did. 
  • Would get excited over your new cover issue and would show the members. 
  • I feel as if he’d tell the members every little detail of how the shoot, so the members would know that you had a modeling gig. 
  • No pants to bed would freak him out at first, but he’d eventually get over it and welcome you with open arms. 

Originally posted by minghaon


  • Would be amazed with how confident you were. 
  • It’d probably cause him to have a bit more confidence in himself. 
  • Wouldn’t fully tell the members that you were a very successful model, so when they saw on a billion different billboards Minghao would have a lot of explaining to do!
  • “So you’re telling us that you’re dating a model?! Why didn’t you say anything!” 
  • “*shrugs*” . 
  • The no pants thing would have him flustered every day though. Maybe, after a few months, he’d grow to be comfortable with your habit. 

Originally posted by fatenumberfor


  • This ray of sunshine would be so damn supportive. 
  • Like you’re having a shitty time at your shoot? He’s there in ten minutes - or less - with coffee/tea and your favorite pastry. 
  • The director being an asshat? Boom! He’s there to cheer you up with a warm smile and a hug. 
  • He’d tell the members flat out what you did and would blow them all away, because wow? What a lucky guy?? 
  • He’d also find the no pants thing to be hella weird, but he wouldn’t question it. 

Originally posted by pabospoiler


  • Another one to be silent about his love life. 
  • The members probably stumbled upon your career when they saw you on the cover of a magazine and freaked.
  • “Like wait, isn’t that…?” 
  • Wonwoo would then tell them that you’re a successful model and would admit that that was you on that cover they were holding. 
  • He’d definitely be the silent cheerleader! 
  • Don’t be fooled though, he’d praise you and get excited with you, every single time you got another gig. 
  • Also, pants are totally optional in private, so I don’t think he’d mind it. 

Originally posted by visual-17


  • Would be so freaking extra whenever your new issues would come out. 
  • Is the type to tell the members about your modeling career and would constantly praise you in front of the members. 
  • “Yes Y/N! You’re doing amazing sweetie!” 
  • The no pants habit would also catch him off guard, so he’d find it to be a lil strange at first.

Originally posted by winningwinwin


  • Would only tell the members small snipets about your career. 
  • Meaning they know that you’re a model, but they don’t know how popular you are or how often you had to leave for gigs. 
  • They’d find out while on a Variety show probably. 
  • “Hey Vernon, what do you think about Y/N’s new photo spread? I heard it was an international hit!” 
  • “IT WAS?!” said every member besides Vernon. 
  • He’d be a big fan of your confidence also! 
  • As for going pants free, he’d also be the type to get all flustered by it. 

Originally posted by sneezes


  • Would actually be SHOOK over how good you were at modeling. 
  • Is also the type to get all excited with you whenever you got a new gig. 
  • He’d probably go to a few of your shoots to make sure that everything went well and that you weren’t stressing out.
  •  As for the members knowing, they knew that about your career, but again, they don’t know how well known you are. 
  • Dino would probably pull out a Vouge magazine and BAM. 
  • Look who’s on the front cover…
  • Literally everyone would be shook over the cover. 
  • The no pants thing would make him SO BLUSHY AND FLUSTERED. He’d be a bit shy to that habit of yours.

Originally posted by livelovelunch

Again I’m so sorry for not paying attention and giving you the wrong group! I hope you enjoyed your actual request. 

- Admin Ryn

Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 6

Originally posted by kook-tae

Get ready for some Tae action, because we can’t only have one BTS member as a part of the main plot! ;o
Also, extra long chapter since I’m posting later again!

Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos?

Words: 6,100+
Genre: flufffff and some angst squeezed in

Part 1 - Part 5 - Part 7

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Jungkook had been gone for about an hour, but she still couldn’t get any of his words out of her head.

She is my angel, and I couldn’t ask for someone better than her… words can’t even explain how I feel about her.

She shouldn’t be so fixated on what she overheard him tell Kiseung, but she couldn’t get it out of her head. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, and he didn’t even mean it! It was all an act!

“I am not falling in love with him!” she felt herself yell into her pillow so the others didn’t hear her.

As if on cue, Jungkook’s ringtone went off. He just sent her a short text about how tonight went, and Chaerin felt herself blushing all over again.


I think tonight was a success! I’m happy we pulled it off. Also, it was cute how you fell asleep, unless you were faking. Kiseung really bought it all.

She sighed and the reality once again was set. He was faking, and nothing that he said or did tonight was real.

None of it.

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@robintheassassinHeyhey sweetie! Can I request a Connor fic? 💕

A/N: I was wondering when you’d come by!!!!! Took a bit of time, but I got it ready. I believe we’ve discussed about it already, so I wrote it out this way. YOU’RE AMAZING AND A GREAT FRIEND, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

Sinopse: A trip to Boston ends up with a humorous little quarrel with Connor about whether asking or not for directions.

Word count: 1400+

Your name: submit What is this?

There was something about big cities that you loved — something about the crowds, the buzzing of the city around you as you passed by —, something about being unnoticed by people and how easy it was to blend in. You looked around, taking in the tall buildings at the heart of Boston as Connor guided you through it — or tried to.

“I thought you knew Boston” You commented trying to keep up with him as the native took a sharp turn to the right, stopping only moments as he fixed his gaze at you.

“And I do.” Connor grunted a reply before looking around one more time. “This way” He took off, passing by the merchants without a second look as you thought about asking where the fuck Fort Wolcott was.

“It doesn’t look like you do, though.” You joked under your breath, jogging after the man to not lose him from sight — as you were very sure you wouldn’t be able to find him later. “Seems like you’re as lost as a nun on a honeymoon.” You chimed in shaking your head as Connor halted his step, looking over his shoulder at you with an inquiring gaze.

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Idol Couple with Taehyung

And it is time for my love, my bby, my itty bitty ball of squish whose legs are longer than a bad movie, Kim Taehyung aka V aka tae tae

  • Backstory time bc backstories are cute as fuck
  • You two meet when you two are MCs together
  • You know how he did that lil show with Sujeong where it was just them and they went over like the top music videos/songs or something like that
  • That’s the type of show you two do together
  • It’s just you two (and the crew of course) and a lil tiny puppy off in the corner that you both spend about an hour cooing over
  • Both of you are already fans of the other's group  
  • You’re already nervous bc MC but then you learn that tae’s gonna be your partner and it’s just well shit
  • You don’t know this part but he’s just as !!!!
  • Bc he’s got a lil crush on you, from seeing you perform and in interviews and backstage
  • He has his moments of being shy and you bring those moments out of him when you two are MCing together
  • He’s all good until you look at him and then his mind kinda just focuses in on the fact that you’re looking at him
  • Does he look okay is his hair messed up is there something on his face or are you just being polite and looking at him while he talks
  • You know how sometimes when he gets shy, he smiles but he bites his lip to hide it and sometimes he does this shy lil laugh
  • That’s him off camera
  • Bc he has no idea how to flirt or how to be subtle about it
  • Plus he’s trying to figure out if you think of this as just a business thing where you both just happened to be together or do you think of it as friendly too
  • He can still talk to you bc even shy tae is pretty outgoing?? like there are lil pauses here and there where he kinda needs a second to chill but then it’s all good
  • On camera though, the V side of him kicks in and he’s able to be all outgoing and his usual puppy self
  • You find it endearing that he gets a bit shy when you talk to him
  • As the day goes on, he loosens up a ton and can actually talk to you without turning !!! 
  • You two get along really well and it’s pretty obvious that both of you aren’t thinking of this as just business anymore
  • When everything is being wrapped up, he asks for your number to keep talking and maybe hang out soon
  • Things just go from there
  • The daily texts turn from kinda flirty ?? is it flirting or is he just being friendly?? to oh okay this is actual flirting I’m down
  • Texts turn into calls, calls turn into late night meet ups at small cafés
  • The platonic affection turns into romantic affection, holding hands, kissing cheeks, hugs that last too long to be strictly platonic
  • It all happens really naturally and effortlessly and the next thing you know, he’s your boyfriend
  • Okay but tae would honestly be s u c h a good boyfriend
  • He just wants cuddles and love and laughter 
  • Cuddles you every single time he sees you
  • He has to have his hello hug maybe a kiss, it can be quick if you’re busy but he needs it
  • It isn’t rare for you two to sneak off backstage, away from the cameras so you can have a lil cuddle session
  • Maybe talk about your days, what the other missed while they were gone etc.
  • Maybe just simply hold each other and whisper quiet lil “good luck, you’ll do amazing”
  • Lil signals for when you two are both on stage and can’t talk but still wanna communicate
  • Still interacting even though you’re supposed to be lowkey
  • But tae can kinda get away with it since he’s pretty friendly but you do have to limit it
  • You both get so excited when the other wins something
  • The second it’s announced bts has won, tae just looks over at you and smiles bc holy shit did you hear that his group won is this real life
  • Late night ice cream dates
  • All the blurry selfies you can handle
  • They’re never uploaded (until after the relationship is public) but he has hundreds on his phone and so do you
  • Similar to Jimin, literally no one is surprised when the relationship is announced
  • Everyone knows and has known since the MC thing happened bc he was giving you that look you get when you see your crush and you were lowkey doing the same thing
  • Tae would probably require the least amount of time to go public bc he seems like a really open person and I don’t feel like he’d like to keep such a huge thing hidden
  • Bc when he’s in love, he is in l o v e, he seems like someone who falls really hard and it’s hard to hide that
  • Especially when he just wants to squeeze you and kiss you and cuddle you and tell everyone that you’re his lil bby teddy bear
  • You both post pictures to announce it since that’s a pretty easy way to go
  • Side note, after it’s all public, you two are constantly seen together
  • You know those lil twitter videos they do, you’re in those all the time
  • It could be something super cute like him filming the two of you walking along bc he thinks it’s really fucking adorable that your feet are in sync with his
  • But it could also be just him kissing your cheek, maybe just showing the outfits you two are wearing that happen to match or maybe he tries to subtly show off the fact that you’re wearing his jacket it’s all up to him and how he feels that day
  • And whenever he misses you, he posts a video of him cuddling the small teddy bear you got for him
  • “Missing my actual teddy bear but this one will do”
Just Us- Part 1

Yoongi-Centric *.*

*Word Count* 4,178
*Genre* Angst, Parenting, Happy
*Pairing* None


“Daddy, where’s mommy?”

What the hell was he supposed to say?

Mommy left because daddy couldn’t treat her right, it’s actually daddy’s fault for yelling in mommy’s face and telling her to get the fuck out and leave if she wanted to.


He couldn’t say that.

He didn’t want to risk his daughter hating him too.

See things were perfectly fine 4 hours ago.

He was working of course. working on a new song that he needed- no wanted to finish by tonight. His phone turned off so he wouldn’t be disturbed, he didn’t need any distractions while he was working anyway, if he wanted to get this finished he needed to be concentrated and isolated. He’d been sitting in the same spot since practice ended, which was about 6 hours ago, to say he wasn’t exhausted would be a lie, he was in fact beyond exhausted.

Yet even as tired as he was he was still determined to get his work done, get it over with, then he could move onto the next thing.

And by next thing, he means more work.

His original plans were to finish the song he was working on now then start working on another song he wanted to get halfway finished by tonight also. If he got halfway through the next song then he would be able to finish the entire thing the next day, then work on another song.

Of course, it doesn’t only take a day or two to finish an entire goddamn song that could probably be the next hit, or in their album if it gets accepted. It, in fact, takes days, weeks, months, years. 

Took him years to finally release his mixtape, it could take him years to finish the song he was working on now, but you never know. Yet again he’s determined he knows exactly what words he wants to put in this song, he knows that the beat he created fits well perfectly with this song. He knows it so well to be positively sure he can finish this entire thing by tonight.

As focused as he was, his mind still kept drifting off to unnecessary things when he couldn’t come up with anything, it’s like as soon he went off track, or moved his eyes elsewhere besides his computer screen his mind would think about something else. He didn’t even know what that something else was seeing as the thought left as fast as it came. He couldn’t just simply put words into a song, he wanted his words to have meaning, he wanted the fans he cared so dear for to feel how grateful he was towards them. 

The Fans, no Army, was just 1 of the things he always had on his mind 24/7, the feeling of not wanting to disappoint lingering in each members hearts. He wasn’t planning on letting them down, after everything they’ve done for him and his team. 

For those, he can’t see, for those he can’t remember, for those he can’t personally be close to. He wants them to hear him, to feel how he feels, to speak and have a connection with him through his music. To share something he loves so very much with people that continue to cheer him on, even tho he doesn’t know them(Personally)it means a lot to him. That’s one reason he works so hard.

Another reason he works so damn hard is not only I himself and the fans, but also for his team. Believe it not he believes not everything is about the fans, nor even himself when it comes to music. He thinks about his members to, their dreams too. Jungkook and Taehyung’s love for singing, Jimin and Hoseok’s love for dancing, his leaders love for rapping, and his Hyung’s love for singing also. Not only he but his members enjoy the thrill, the thrill of being on stage, the beating in their hearts louder than the fans screams that proceed to make they go deaf, the sweat trailing from his forehead all the way down to his chin and the music, the music that they enjoy making. For them is also another reason.

Out of sheer anger and hatred, he also works hard because he wants to prove the people that said they couldn’t do it wrong. Wants to tell them that they made it, and there going higher, higher than the very top. Wants to grab their success like a pile of dirt and throw it right in their face, like little children bullying another child. Even tho he’s angry and his hate burns strong somewhere deep inside of him, he’s better than that, and if he ever sees those people again, the ones who looked down on him and his team, he’ll just simply wave and smile. The reason for that is because he’s at the top, and there at the bottom, he could just simply crush them, with the lift of his foot, stomping on them like they were just merely bugs. But he won’t, because again he’s better than that, he’s already successful, but his hatred doesn't just fade away.

The last and 1 of the most important reasons, is because of his child.

His daughter.

His daughter’s existence was in fact known among his fans, his entire relationship was known throughout the country. 

He can still remember the day the media found out, sitting in the living room with his fellow roommates, eating the breakfast Jin had cooked which was always a bit too salty for his liking. His daughter only 3 mouths old in Taehyung’s lap playing with her little fingers, he can still remember the squeaky sound that erupted out of his daughter’s mouth made as he played with her while he simply watched the news. Then there it was. 

“Big News: Rapper Min Yoongi, Also known as Suga from k-pop group called BTS debuting under BigHit Entertainment, only 3 years into his career and he has already been confirmed to be in a relationship with someone and not only that he was caught seen by a fan who took pictures of him and saw him with not only his girlfriend but with a baby! Is this baby his? The fan eventually uploaded the photo on twitter and now fans are demanding answers!  What is Min yoongi hiding! More news on-“ 

His brain could only think about the words that had been said, he can remember how much panic he felt, for himself and for his group, Minhee to. The assuring words they whispered to one another after the news had been shared. The love and fondness, he loved her so much to think how far apart they are now, break his heart a little. 

He and his partner, Minhee at the time, were not married, fortunately, it’s not that he didn’t love her but he just wasn’t ready for marriage, but his dumbass should’ve thought about that before getting her pregnant. Her parents, of course, wanted them to get married, but he and his parents politely refused (It was mostly him, he was rude about it to be honest but he hates her fucking parents), leaving her father frustrated and angry. In all honesty, he could care less about how her father feels, her father claims yoongi’s always been out for all the money that his daughter has, which is so completely untrue and useless he always just drops the subject. He still loves her somewhat, and still takes care of his child but music……his music. He doesn’t want to blame everything on his job but, music is one of the reasons why he and Minhee split up, and because he was supposedly more focused on the fans and work that he didn’t have any time for her, is what she said.

His daughter stays with him and the other boys only on the weekends, he only keeps her for 3 days and unfortunately on some of those days he has to work, which means sometimes she has to sit on the hard wooden floor that’s located in their practice room and watch them dance. Other times she has to sit backstage as they do interviews or on stage performances,  she even has to sit in his studio and watch him type aimlessly on his keyboard. Sometimes he feels bad for her, they only have small conversations when he’s working, but when he’s not he focuses all his attention solely on his daughter. 

But today, things just aren’t going his way. 

His pale fingers went limp on his keyboard, his head snapping towards the door when knocks were heard. He took a deep breath and sighed, relaxing his body, he really didn’t want to be bothered right now, all he was trying to focus on doing was finishing his work. Who could be knocking on his studio door at this time anyway, didn’t the others leave?

“Who is it?”

He felt the words leave his mouth before he could even process he had said them himself. 

With his words, someone opened the door just enough to pop their head in, that head belonging to Jimin. He watched as Jimin slowly opened the door and made his way inside, the light from the hallway brightening up the dark room more than his dim computer screen did so. He wasn’t really curious as to why Jimin was still here, the kid was probably practicing, he just wondered why he didn’t notice him here before.

“What do you want?” He heard himself say

Jimin only smiled shutting the door behind him, yoongi heard the soft click of the door and watched as Jimin lazily leaned against it “It’s nice to see you to hyung" 

Frustration and Irritation are all he felt in this moment. He really didn’t have time for games, not to mention he couldn’t quite come up with anything. In his head, he was so fucking sure he knew exactly what he wanted to do, but being interrupted made all his thoughts fly away. He’s blaming jimin for this. Jimin was basically wasting his time and he needs every second he could get, if Jimin wanted to tell him something, he better hurry up because he can feel himself running out of patience. He wondered if his expression showed how frustrated he was because Jimin quickly lifted himself off the door and stood straight.

“Have you been here since practice ended?” He only nodded, moving his mouse upwards watching on the computer screen as the pointer appeared again from hiding. “I’ve been here the entire time, didn’t you know?” He found himself asking a question, which was taking up more time, the time that he oh so very much needed. Jimin raised his hands up in front of him and shook them along with his head, taking a seat on one of the beanbags next to his chair. “Ani, I’ve been here since practice ended too, but since I didn’t see the guys leave I thought you were with them" 

"Right.” He said squinting his eyes when his computer screen popped up something about a software update, it’s been asking him about an update for months now, it’s not like he didn’t want to update his software, believe me, he would love to get rid of this annoying pop up that seems to even pop up when he’s working. It’s just that he’s afraid that if he updates, then everything will be gone, all his files all his music, it’s happened before too.

Jimin only sat still, quiet with his hands fidgeting in his lap. Yoongi didn’t mind him being in here, but he’d really wish Jimin would stop tapping his foot and biting his nails, and of course the fidgeting is what he hates most. It’s obvious he has something to say. So he decides to just get this over with.

He closes his eyes, let’s out a big breath he didn’t even know he was holding in and turns his computer off. Turning his computer off means he’s done, done for the night anyway, he still has so much work he has to do, he’s not even finished with the first song to move onto the next one. He just shrugs to himself, he guesses that’s just more work for him tomorrow then he had originally planned, oh well he doesn’t care. 

He says this now but in fact, he does care, just thinking about how much work he’s gonna have to do tomorrow, he tries not to get stressed out at the thought.

He spins himself around in his chair and faces Jimin, who’s currently staring at him in confusion.

“What are-”

“Cut the crap, what do you want Jimin" 

Yawning, he puts his entangled fingers behind his head. Jimin only hangs his head down, and for some reason, Yoongi gets the feeling that whatever Jimin’s about to say can’t be very important.

"Hyung……Minhee, she, she called me…" 

Yoongi only rolls his eyes, he’s happy he turned his phone off, he didn’t want to hear from anyone when he was working, if he would’ve heard from her he’d be pissed. Pissed only because she would of most likely started an argument about something completely unnecessary. The love he has for that woman has been slowly fading ever since they called quits on their relationship. 

That was when Nari, his daughter was 2 she’s 5 now.

Even if he’s thinking a lot about the situation his only comment to Jimin’s sudden confession is "What the hell does she want?”

Jimin smiles sadly at his words. “She wanted to know when we were coming home…” Yoongi moved his hands from behind his head letting his left arm fall down on the arm of the chair and using his other arm to combed his fingers through his bright blonde hair. “What does she mean? ‘when are you coming home’ is she at our house?” If she was at their house he would be extremely angry it’s not even Friday so she has no reason to be there, if his daughter isn’t there then he could care less about anything she has to say. He immediately felt his blood boil and rise up to his face. 

“Call her and tell her she needs to leave”  

The look on Jimin’s face showed nothing but pure panic, the venom in Yoongi’s voice was no joke.

“Ah, hyung you shouldn’t-" 

"Fine I’ll do it” He shut jimin up real quick, grabbing his phone and roughly pressing each number, he was clearly angry he could still be working right now instead of dealing with something so unnecessary. As soon as he had dialed the number she had immediately picked up the phone, saying hello and waiting for his reply. 

“Why are you at my house?” He tried to say as nicely as he could, but trying to pretend you’re not angry is hard for him, so he’s pretty sure she heard how irritated he was.

She huffed on the other side of the phone and he’s positive she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t get an attitude with me, I’m not happy to be here either.”

“Good, then you should leave”

“Believe me I wish I could, I’ve been here for hours waiting for you”

“No one said you had to wait for me.”


“You’re wasting my time, what do you want?”

For a few seconds, all he heard was silence, she coughed a little and made him wait a little longer before answering his question. “It’s Nari…..” Instead of leaning back in his chair he quickly rose up from his seat moving things out the way rather roughly on his desk his hands searching for his car keys. With no luck finding the keys on his desk he patted his body with both hands up and down holding his phone between his head and his shoulder until he found the keys. He was ready to leave if there was anything wrong. His anger quickly turned into concern, Jimin not having any clue what’s going on just left the studio but he assumed Jimin was getting his stuff. 

“What happened? Is she okay?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here…”

“No, tell me-" 

The call had ended before he could even finish his sentence "Motherf-” he decided not to let the word completely slip his mouth and breathed out instead, hurriedly putting his phone in his back pocket, rushing to leave he almost tripped as his foot hit the orange beanbag jimin has sat on just a few minutes ago, quickly catching himself he was happy when he found Jimin already ready to go with his bags as soon as he stepped out the room of his studio, without explaining he motioned jimin to follow him out to his car.

The ride home was quiet jimin didn’t ask any questions because he had felt how tense Yoongi was and he didn’t want to make any false accusations and make him tenser. Yoongi even cut on the radio and actually let a very stupid song play just to distract him from his thoughts. It didn’t help much.

Once they had reached home, he had quickly stepped out of his old car and made his way to the doorstep nervously fumbling with his keys, he was in fact so nervous that he even dropped them, twice.

“Hyung maybe I should do it-”

“I got it!" 

Jimin had jumped in surprise at his tone, he hadn’t meant to yell at him he really hadn’t he was just so..he didn’t even know what he was talking about, he rarely ever yelled in the first place he even found his throat hurting a little. He would’ve said sorry for scaring jimin, but a moment after he had shouted the door opened.

Revealing Jin.

"Your home-”

“Where is she?" 

Passing Jin her started to look around the house for his daughter, he headed straight to his and Jins bedroom first, the door being shut, he attempted to open it but Jin stopped him.

"Wait, she’s sleeping”

“I won’t wake her” He said coldly glaring as he looked back at him, he tried to open the door, but he was again stopped, not by jin.

By Minhee.

“Fancy seeing you here”

She said smiling her voice even till this day still music to his ears, quickly taking in her appearance she still looked the same, like the same woman he had fallen in love with, but he and her both knew she was long gone, somewhere far away, probably dead. He didn’t know, but he missed her.

His face hardens doing the opposite of what his thoughts are hinting him to do.

“Oh really?”

Her smile drops hearing the sarcasm in his voice, not like any of her smiles are real anymore.

“Well this is my house” He finishes 

“Whatever…” She mumbles quietly crossing her arms, over her chest. Here she goes again wasting time and not getting straight to the point.

“What’s wrong with Nari?”

“I lied”


"I said I lied okay…”

“What?” He says again but mostly to himself not sure he had heard her completely. “You lied, lied about what?” he continues. She looks down at her hands, and from anyone’s point of view it would seem that she’s feeling guilty for whatever she lied about, but he’s not falling for it, he knows her too well to fall stupid to her tricks.

He’s not buying it.

“Stop fucking wasting time and tell me what’s going on” he snaps

She doesn’t jump only looks at him sternly.

“I lied about Nari, she’s perfectly fine..”

Finally letting go of the door handle he’s been holding onto since he got home, he walks up towards her slowly. “Then why the fuck-" 

"I wanted to talk to you..”

He can’t believe this, he literally can’t.  "You called and made me come all the way fucking home just so you could tell me something? Couldn’t you have said it over the phone? it couldn’t have waited? I was fucking working-“

"It’s important yoongi-”

“So important to the point where you had to lie and bring our daughter into this?” he accused his voice raising just a bit, he could see jin behind him and jimin to his left, them both wanting to do something to stop the argument, he could tell they wanted to, but they dared not to.

“Yes, that important!”


“If I had asked to speak to you in person would you have come?”

“Like hell, i would”

“That’s why I brought up Nari, because I knew you would listen if she was involved, this is important yoongi so how about you listen to me for once in your fucking life!” she said yelling at him his face only inches away from hers now. He stepped back at her sudden outburst putting distance between them rolling his eyes.

“Fine,” his voice still cold even though he agreed to talk.

“Hurry up, I don’t have all night”

Jin reached out grabbed Jimin’s wrist and walking out to the room giving them both a small smile before completely exiting leaving them both standing alone in the silence. 

“I met someone..”

He rolls his eyes, this is so stupid. He moves his hand to his back pocket, hoping to find his cigarettes there, but they aren’t he hasn’t smoked since high school but he had a sudden urge to start again.

Letting the thought leave his mind he focused on the situation again.

“So? what does that have to do with me?”

She lets out a breath and sits down on the only couch in their house, she waits to speak and again he think’s she’s only wasting more time. He’s getting tired, not like he wasn’t tired before, like he said he was beyond exhausted but he had something to keep him focused something he was determined to finish. 

But this, this was just boring and utterly useless, he couldn’t even bring himself to really care.

“I’ll be in America for at least 3 months, with him….” she whispers afraid if her words might start something.

They do.

“How about you fucking stay there forever?”

“That’s not what I’m say-”

“Stop with the bullshit! just fucking leave! that’s obviously what you’re saying right?”

She stands up angrily standing right in front of him, her fist balled up to her side.

“No, yoongi you know that’s not what I meant!”

“It obviously is, you wanna leave, just fucking do it! Please, fucking leave! We’ll be perfectly fine without you, so go up there with whoever the fuck this guy is and don’t come back! we don’t need you-”

He hears it before he feels it, the pain stinging the left side of his cheek.

He was shocked but he didn’t show it on his face, she had never hit him, even when they were together. He would be lying if the tears in her eyes didn’t make his heart ache a little, but no she brought this on herself.

“Why are you so selfish yoongi….why do you only think about yourself, you don’t give a damn about how others feel.”

He listens to her words carefully, but he doesn’t even try to compare himself with her words. 

He smirks.

“Your right, I don’t give a fuck, now fucking leave never comes back.”

His cold words pierce her, and he can see it to them way her eyes widen slightly and the tears in her eyes threaten to fall, but before they can she quickly grabs her purse and hurriedly rushes to the door.


He just stands there. In the silence, his body oddly cold even tho the house is warm. 

She’s joking. 

She’ll come back, right?

He didn’t even mean what he said, he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean to say any of that, but his brain spoke instead of his heart. Like it usually does.

He sighs making his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it up half way with foist water. God, he was such an idiot, he should’ve kept his mouth shut, and usually that’s not even a goddamn problem for him. But as soon as he says her face, heard her voice, he doesn’t know why but he just got so angry, even the thought of her made him angry.

He throws the glass cup in the sink, ignoring the loud clanking sounds it made, walking back into the living room him and Minhee stood in just a few minutes ago, and he lays himself down on the only coach they have. Staring at the TV, staring at nothing but the black screen it displayed.

He just wanted to sleep, sleep his stress away. Minhee would be back tomorrow he knows she will, she wasn’t really gonna leave.

Everything would be perfectly fine tomorrow.

7 am is the last thing he see’s before his eyes close, leaving him in nothing but darkness.


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Warnings: Lil light bit of smut HURHURHUR

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Unexpected Happenings II One

Word Count: 1824 words, 10 151 characters

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

Summary: You learn, that surprises come in every shape and form. All from a handsome man with the fluffiest pair of ears you’ve ever seen. 

Genre: Fluff, A teeny bit of Angst; Hybrid!Au, High School!Au

Warning(s): Swearing, Violence, There’s going to be smut later on. But at least there’s plot and a little bit of a slow build lol

A/N: This is my first story, so it’ll probably be pretty bad, so bear with me lmao.  

         You hate surprises. Needless to say that when you quickly paced up to your apartment juggling a handful of groceries, your school bag hanging on your pinky, and hair a dishevelled mess only to find your door unlocked and ajar would be quite a big one wouldn’t it?  

         Usually, you’d think “Oh, I forgot to lock it this morning.” But no. You were absolutely 100% sure you locked your door this morning, memory be damned. 

        So the only things you could think of for this happening is your parents giving you a surprise visit, or there is a stranger on the other side. You decided that the latter was more likely considering the only time you see a sign of your parents being alive is when they send you your monthly deposit for rent, since they have nothing else to spend their money on.

        Panic builds up in your stomach, right now there is a high probability that there is a stranger in your home. Your space. Setting the groceries and bag down with a exasperated sigh, you close your eyes and take deep breaths. The feeling of panic finally subsiding and annoyance settling in, you kick the door open and barge in yelling “Fuck sake, get out of my fucking house damnit!”  

        What you find, shocks you speechless. There is a man. To say he was handsome is an understatement, he was ethereal, comparable to that of a porcelain doll. This stranger, stands staring wide-eyed at you with your fridge open, strawberry in his hand halfway to his mouth. The feeling of annoyance you felt earlier was now amplified to its max. Not only did he break into your home, but he’s going through your fridge!? Oh hell no. 

        The man sets his hand down, “Well that was an entrance.” he said with an amused smirk. You spluttered, “Entrance?! You’re the one who’s in my fucking house, if anything I should be yelling.” Crossing your arms, you stare up at the large man “Care to explain yourself buddy? Or are you going to just stand there with my fridge open and waste my fucking electricity bill?” He stands for a moment, then starts giggling. Giggling. And my god was it the cutest thing you’ve ever heard. No, Y/n pull yourself together. There’s a stranger in your home now isn’t the time to fucking daydream. The slam of the fridge snaps you back to reality. He leans against the counter “I guess I should explain myself huh?” You scoff  “No shit.”

        Putting his hands up “Okay okay, I’m getting there. Anyway, I’m Taehyung and I need a place to stay, I figured this place was the best to hide from the Hybrid authorities.” He said apprehensively. You gave him an incredulous look “Why the fuck would I let you stay here, I know nothing of you, not to mention you fucking broke into my house, If I wasn’t so nice I’d already be calling th- wait, did you just say the Hybrid authorities..wh-why would you need to hide from them?” Confusion filling your face, turning to the top of his head, there, stood two fluffy fox ears standing tall and proud out of his equally fluffy hair. How the hell did you not notice those before? 

        Eyes growing wide “Holy shit you’re a hybrid, don’t you have an owner?” The man, or should you Taehyung scratched the back of his head “You see, I don’t have one. I ran away from the shelter I was being kept in.” He explained while smiling lopsidedly. You gave him a questioning look “Taehyung was it…? Now, Taehyung, why would running from a place of safety into a random girl’s home sound like a good idea?” Taehyung’s smile instantly dropped, ears laying flat on top of his head “Because that shelter shouldn’t even be considered as a shelter when all they do is feed us once a day and let us out for an hour. So please, please let me stay here. I promise I won’t cause you any trouble they could be here any momen-”  The sound of knocking on the opened door filled the now silent apartment. 

       A man began to speak “Hello, is anyone here?” You smirked at him before opening your mouth to answer “Coming!” Taehyung’s eyes began to widen, fear filling his face after realizing what’s probably going to happen. Before he could say anything you quickly ran to the front where the standing man was, looking down writing in a notepad

. “Is there a problem Officer?”  You spoke with a light tone. The man’s head shot up, “Yes, have you seen a Male Hybrid around here? Tall as me, around 19-20 years old?” 

      Feigning a questioning look, “Hmm, I think I saw one running towards the south side of town while walking home from school, but other then that I don’t  think so.” Answering with an innocent smile. The Officer paused for a second, seeming to believe you. “ Alright miss, sorry to bother you.” He replied while jotting something down in the notebook in his hands. “No problem, I hope you find him.”  You said politely. 

      Sighing in relief as you watched the man turn around the corner, you quickly picked up the groceries and your bag, closing the door behind you. You found Taehyung still in the kitchen sitting on the floor, hugging his knees, anxiousness written all over his face. You stared at him for a quick second, finally, you spoke in a low tone “Listen, I’m not just going to let you stay here because I found you in my apartment, but I did buy you some time to get out of here, try to avoid the south side of town okay?” 

      Startling him. he looked up at you before reluctantly getting up and quietly murmuring a “Thank you.” Slowly making his way out of the apartment, hearing the door open then close again.

      You fell to the floor, face buried in your hands, a long moment passed before you looked up at the ceiling starting to yell “What in the actual fuck just happened?!!” 

      A loud high pitched voice awakes you from your sleep, alerting you back to reality “Aw, why’s the ice queen so down today? Did something happen?” Lifting your head up from the desk you groggily reply with something along the lines of a slurred “Shut the fuck up” and proceeded to slam your head back onto the desk again. The sound of your friend laughing as you fall back to sleep again. 

     If only the bell that signaled class to start didn’t ring and the scraping of chairs didn’t wake you again, you thought bitterly. After class, or as you would like to call it doodling in your notebook time, your friend came up to you again, a concerned look on their face. “Y/n, something going on? You don’t seem yourself lately.”  You debated on telling them about what happened yesterday, deciding against it knowing if you did you’d never hear the end of it. 

     You gave your friend a small smile “I’m fine, just didn’t get enough sleep y’know?” Faking a yawn and stretching out your arms to seem more believable. 

      Your friend’s face begins to fill with understanding, “ Get more sleep then, you look like you’re fucking dead inside.” You gave a small laugh before retorting with “Says the one who stays up till like 4 AM waiting for a story update.” They feign offence “Y/n!! It’s not my fault if the story is really fucking good okay!??” Giving them a pointed look, raising one eyebrow, a “Mhmm.” emitting from your closed lips. “What!?” Offence still evident in their tone. You start to laugh as you both go your separate ways to walk home, both turning and waving with a small “See ya.” 

       Taehyung’s back hit the wall of the alleyway as a loud groan fell out of his mouth, he’s so totally going to have some bruises after this, he thought. One of the the three standing in front of him cleared their throat “Now little foxy, why’re you in our territory, huh? Surely someone as pretty as you has already got a nice little owner with a nice big house.” The rogue speaking spat at him “Or no, did they start to hate pretty little foxy? or did ya not get your way and had a little fit, naughty naughty boy you are, eh?” 

      The rogue began to wag his finger as he shouted at him mockingly “Why don’t we show this pretty little thing a lesson yeah?” 

      Okay, now he was fucked. He really shouldn’t have come this way. “Please, I never-I never meant to come over-over here, I don’t know where I’m going.” He pleaded as best he could while out of breath. The three just stared and laughed at him before they starting kicking at his ribs. 

    The last thing he remembers is a shout and the kicking cease before his vision went black.

    The first thing Taehyung realized as he regained consciousness, was that his face stung. Except those guys never hit his face…did they? Confusion began to fill his thoughts, but then he heard someone calling his name. His face started to sting again. A groan escaped his mouth from the pain, he heard someone say “Oh, shit.”  

    He opened his eyes, squinting from bright sun shining in his face. “I thought I told you to stay away from the fucking south side Taehyung.” A voice said, exasperated. 

    He turned his head. Oh, it’s you, wait, what was your name? Right, you never gave it to him. He starts to giggle, thinking it’s funny that after all this time he still never got your name. Your face held a sour look “Why the hell are you laughing, you’re going to hurt yourself more.”  He began to croak while still giggling “After all this time, I still don’t know your name.” You squinted at him, brows furrowed “How is that relevant right now?” 

    Trying to shrug, a strong pain shoot through his stomach. “OW FUCK.” He growled. You began to panic, yelling “I FUCKING TOLD YOU YOU IDIOT STOP TRYING TO MOVE.” Slapping him again, hissing back at you. You rolled your eyes “Oh shut up. Can you stand?” Looking around his stomach. “Yeah, kinda.” He replied.   

    Helping him up. You began to help walk him back to your apartment. He chuckles, smirking a little “Looks like I’m staying at your place after all.” You look at him before replying with a quick “Fuck off.” And jabbing your elbow in his neck. He hissed again “Ah, shit. Stop trying to fucking hit me, I’m hurt enough damnit.” Scoffing, “Then stop trying to be a cheeky little ass.” you replied. 

   After a couple moments, you speak again. “Y/n.” He stops, confused “What?” Rolling your eyes again, explaining “Y/n, my name’s Y/n.” 

   He smiles. 

I have the need to explain a little

Listen, Jisoo drugging the god damn orange juice (and fuck even water, like man not even Rika goes that far) isn’t my issue with him honestly. He probably just messed it up for me because Nameless taught me, if someone insists on an MC to drink one specific drink, it’s 100% drugged. That Jisoo post was for the lolz. Nothing serious. 

It’s like, just because I say “Destroy me Papi” each time Tei has his moments or because I’m like “I’mma crawl in Elizabeth’s cage voluntarily” it doesn’t mean I think it’s… a cool thing in real life. 

And just me being someone who likes talking about general thoughts and shit, Imma sum this up here. (And because I honestly don’t wanna look like someone who doesn’t see the flaws in her favourite characters) 

Lemme go over Dandelion first: 

I like Jisoo a lot in his good ending run. Yeah, he’s quite obsessive and has this aggression tendency. But I just didn’t mind it all too much given his wish. Yeah, sorry his wish kinda excuses his determination to win the game for me. But what drags him down for me is just his bad ending. He’s going wayyy overboard there. 

Jieun & Jihae: 
Well… neither of them is harmful to Heejung? Not sure what Jihae’s bad ending is so eh. Ok, Jieun was a spoiled little shit for not telling Jihae what he had seen. But he regrets it, forgive this poor little boy. 

Little TsunTsun Bunny eh? Heejung doesn’t really take him seriously, anyways, that doesn’t justify to put her down the way he does. 
His intention to not even win the game, in order to have a new start in a new world on the other hand, kind of does. 

Jiyeon can kiss my dirty butthole honestly. It’s like 707 all over “again” without any good reason. Aside from being fucking stupid.


Imma get Yuri, Red and Yeonho out of the way already. I like Yuri but he’s definitely not on the top. Red’s only really sweet in his own route. Yeonho is just not my thing at all. 

Little TsunTsun Doll. Although a lot less than Jiwoo… and somehow… insults Eri…. politely??? I don’t know man, there’s not much to him. Yeah, a bit of an uncomfortable first kiss, but I don’t really see that as something terribly harmful?
One of his bad endings could potentionally lead to some more harmful things if it wasn’t for Tei and the other dolls. 

I’m not gonna lie here, I do actually think that Tei’s the most harmful character in Cheritz’ games, despite his efforts to not be harmful? Yes, drugging tea is not okay, but literally, all the other really bad shit is bad endings. It’s always something that starts out as a pretty fucked up situation but Tei snapping back to it and doing his best to resist that urge? 
Nontheless, it’s not something I want to experience in real life at all. I’m sorry Tei, I love you, I really do but please stay away from my kitchen. I value my good tea. 
As for Tei, it’s more like… Oh well, I played MysMe before Nameless and Tei gave me some… V / Zen vibes until I was told what Tei’s route is gonna be like. Which honestly just raised my interest to an extreme. I love his dynamic of being on one hand, the super gentle and kind guy that everyone relays on thats 100% not suspicious if you keep avoiding bad ends and the overkill yandere. 

Mystic Messenger: 

Scratching Jaehee, Yoosung and 707 (I’d like to scratch Rika too but my views on Rika keep changing plz help)

Well… Not sure how Zen’s immediate actions are harmful to MC. Zen’s just a lovely bean who does no harm. I mean yeah, he’s a narcissist but the two really negative factors someone with NPD could have, don’t apply to Zen. Zen’s never acting like his feelings and opinions are more important than others and he’s definitely not lacking empathy or the will to show empathy. - Zen’s such a sweet heart and no one will be able to change that fact oml. 

Yeah, similar to Tei. I wouldn’t really say Jumin is taking Yandere steps but he definitely has abusive tendencies but I’m saying tendencies because they’re only shown during special circumstances and pretty apparent danger. So I think I could probably deal with Jumin a little better real life-wise, but honestly, don’t want to either. I’m too stubborn and freedom loving for Jumin. Nonetheless, he doesn’t have bad intentions, 

Okay listen, I must admit, I’m biased. I’m super biased. I see a lot of things V has done wrong and my only excuses for those are the benefit of the doubt in a couple cases. But I just can not not dislike him. I just can’t. I love this man from the bottom of my heart. 
Did he break the promise made to Seven? Yes. And it’s shit. It’s not a good thing to do V. 
I suppose he also didn’t really try to… understand Rika, he made her feel suffocated without realising. 
Did he lie a lot? Lol yes, although he comes clean with a lot of it in his route, I’m still salty about him not telling Seven what’s going on with Saeran. ; Jihyun, lying is not okay. Your lies were fucking selfish. I’d love to say something else here, but I can’t. 
Is V a fucking irresponsible dork? Yes. I love my pure intentions boy so much, but he doesn’t think about possible backlash. That’s the main thing here. V never had bad intentions and he never meant harm but he didn’t think about it further and the backlash of his actions are killing him. 

No words needed. This man is perfect. Case closed. 

Now, in conclusion; I shit a lot on especially Seven, Red and these days also Jiyeon and sometimes Jisoo, While I also praise the others into the god damn sky, but I know they’re all flaws, some of their actions and flaws are… heavier than the others and in all honesty, I probably wouldn’t want to date any of them in a real life scenario, except Zen. - And due to my bias V. D: (Plz help this isnt healthy) 

Bad Reputation (Part Two) - Oliver Wood Imagine

A/N: well, after a looooot of requests, here’s part two dearies! :D 

you guys are AWESOME xD haha so by popular demand, I give you part 2! (idk how many parts this story is going to have yet :P) also, if someone could help me with gifs that’d be amazing cause I feel like I suck at it haha 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D

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Oliver Wood walked around the hallways looking for her. He hasn’t been able to get (Y/N) off his mind. The look on her eyes when she confronted him on the Common Room. It killed him. He had never noticed how alone she really was. He decided he needed to make things right and get a new start with her. Only one problem… he hadn’t seen her in the last couple of days; ever since their argument. He had woken up early and gone to bed really late hoping that he would coincide with her when she’d gone out or inside her dorm. But no such luck. He hadn’t even seen her around for breakfast, lunch or dinner and he was getting worried. He made his way over to Professor McGonagall’s office knowing he had to tell her sooner or later. He knocked nervously on the door and opened it when he heard her allowing his entrance.

“Hello, Professor. I’m sorry to bother you, may I have a word?”

“Oh, Mr. Wood, just the person I wanted to see” she said politely pointing him to the chair in front of her desk. Confused, Oliver made his way and took a seat.

“Um, you wanted to see me?” he asked nervously. Had (Y/N) come and told her about their argument? He was probably screwed now.

“Yes, it’s about Miss Rosier” she said kindly.

“Uh, yes, about that- Professor, I um-“

“I must tell you I am very impressed with the progress you’ve made so far” she interrupted him making Oliver’s jaw drop in shock.

“Uh- I um, I’m sorry?”

“Yes, in the past couple of days, Miss Rosier managed to catch up with all of her homework” she said proudly.

“She- uh… wait, what?” he asked more confused than ever.

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s still getting into fights and talking back to Professors and I do believe she didn’t attend my class yesterday” she said looking through her notes. “But well, it’s a start” she said smiling at Oliver.

“I, uh, she- she what?” he asked looking at Professor McGonagall’s notes.

“I believe this is all thanks to you” she said smiling proudly at him.

“Oh, n-no, Professor I merely-“

“Oh, please, Mr. Wood, now is not the time to be modest” she brushed him off. “I knew you were just the person to get that girl on the rails again” she said kindly. “Now, what was it that you wanted to tell me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You said you needed to tell me something?”

“Uh, right! Um, I’m just… well, I just wanted to tell you that it hasn’t been easy b-but I’m glad she’s doing b-better” he said with an innocent smile.

“She really is, Mr. Wood. I do believe she will get a long way with your help” she said with hopeful eyes. What was Oliver supposed to do now? He could only smile and excused himself after she thanked him again. He had to find her. Luckily for him, the girl was never too far away from trouble.

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RFA and Mint Eye Reverse AU

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Trigger warning for drugs and kidnapping.

You sit on a couch, right across from you sits Mint Eye´s leader Rika.

“I know this will be not easy [Name] and I really wish we had a different choice.”

She looks sad and you know how she must feel.

“I was the one that volunteered. I know it will not be easy, but to find the truth we have no choice.”

You firmly nod.

“I know, you really are so brave [Name]. I only wish we had not lost contact to V. I just hope he is alright.”

Rika bits her lower lip.

“I am sure they not harmed him Rika. V is just really careful.”

Saeran sits behind you. He is still working on his computer while you and Rika talk, but his focus is clearly on the two of you.

“Yeah I really hope that is the case after what happened with Yoosung…”

Rika´s hands are shaking from the memory her last encounter of the RFA members.

You look sternly at her. “Everything is going to be okay Rika. I will find out what happened with V.”

“Thank you [Name]. Just be careful.”

Rika has a worried expression on her face.

You smile at her. “ Don’t worry Rika. I know this will not be easy, but I am not alone. I can ever reach you with the extra smartphone.”

“ Exactly Rika we went over this and I also made this bracelet for [Name]. I will always know where they are and if they are in danger I will know right away.”

Saeran explained you the functions of your lifesaver. If your heart beats drops under a certain number or if you press a switch an alert will go of. When that happens Saeran will come and save you.

You are glad that you are not alone in this.

“Make sure you stay safe.”

Rika smiles weakly.

You nod “I will contact you as soon as I can.”

“You go and open the app when you far enough away from here. I made sure that they not find any connections to us.”

Saeran gives you the smartphone he prepared for you. You take it and put it in your jacket.

“And even if you won’t see me I assure you. I will keep close enough, just in case.”

Saeran looks worried but you don’t think that this will be too difficult.

“Thank you Saeran I will be off now.”

You smile to Rika and then to Saeran.

Rika looks like she is deep thought, but she is not stopping you.

You do as Saeran told you, and go back to your place. You their turn the smartphone on and download the RFA app. When this is done, you go to a nearby public place and open the app.

You put an username in and the chatroom opens.

707: Hello !

[Name]: Hello 707.

707: Are you interested in the RFA or are you just here to talk. I am fine with either or

[Name]: I am interested in the RFA. I heard good things about them and I want to volunteer more.

707: That is great to hear [Name]. We are always thankful for new helpers.

[Name]: What would I have to do for the RFA ?

707: That depends on you [Name]. There is ever plenty to prepare for our party’s. Actually we search for someone that can send invites to potential guests.

[Name]: That sounds interesting. I made flyers for my church before I could help you with that too.

707: That sounds great [Name]. You seem to be very nice. Of course, I can’t just decide on my own who is joining us. The RFA is more of a family you know.

[Name]: I understand that 707.

707: I have a good feeling about you though, so how about you come over to our headquarter ?

[Name]: Hm…

707: Oh you not have to, of course. I am just a stranger after all. But our Headquarter is in a very public

Place and there are some of our members right now. We have a female at our front desk her name is Jaehee.

707: I can send you the address if you want.

[Name]: Okay, if it seems fishy I will right away leave.

707: Of course, [Name].

707: *sends link*

[Name]: *opens link*

[Name]: Looks like its not too far away.

707: That is very lucky. So what do you say, do you come to check it out ?

[Name]: Okay 707 I will be on my way.

707: Great [Name] ! Right now there should be Jaehee Zen and Yoosung. I am sure you will like them.

[Name]: So you will not be there ?

707: Not right now but I will come later.

[Name]: Alright I will see you then I guess.

707: Yes I look forward to it [Name].

You go to the address, you are nervous of what you will find there. Rika not mentioned anything about their headquarters. They maybe moved there, after she had to leave.

The building were the RFA is not staying looks quite nice. You think that Jumin probably bought it. Maybe Rika´s vanishing made him raise the security around the other members.

Rika still felt bad that she had to vanish like that. To make the others think that she was dead broke her heart.

During the last party that Rika had hosted she felt like the others were really distant from her. She tried to find out what happened. Rika asked Yoosung, but he not told her anything and then someone attacked her.

She was heavily injured. It was thanks to you and Saeran that Rika survived. After that, she did everything to find out who it was. The only culprits were the other RFA members.

Rika hated the thought that they were capable of doing anything like this.

Still, she had to admit that her friends changed. Rika could not even really pinpoint their change but there was something in their eyes the last time she seen the other RFA members.

This something still made Rika shiver every time she talked about that night.

You stand in front of the entrance, after taking a deep breath you enter.

Like 707 told you there is Jaehee, sitting on a counter near the entrance. She still looks like on the Picture that Rika showed you.

You go to the desk.

“Hello Are you Jaehee ? I chatted with 707, and he told me to come here.”

“You must be [Name] then. Yes Luciel called me. I really wish he would not just let people come here on a random feeling.”

Jaehee sighs.

“Huh Luciel ?”

“Oh that is 707´s real name.”

“Ah, I see if this is a bad time, I can leave.”

“Oh no, it is a good time. Sadly only Yoosung is here right now. Luciel said he will come in a bit too though.”

Jaehee smiles slightly.

“It would just be better if you could talk to Jumin or V. Sadly they are both very busy because of the party.”

“I see must be really tough.”

You smile slightly.

“It I not too bad at least we all are serving a greater good. You can just go in [Name]. I am sure Yoosung can answer all your questions too. In the worst case scenario I am here too.”

“Thank you Jaehee.”

You go to the door behind Jaehee.

Inside you find Yoosung, he changed his look from the picture that Rika showed you. He now has blond hair.

Yoosung  is smiling but it seems hollow. You feel that this is what Rika was talking about.

“Hello [Name] I am Yoosung, come sit down.”

Her gestures to a chair.

“Hello, nice to meet you.” You fake a polite smile and sit down.

“707 told called us and told us that you are interested to join us. Has he told you anything yet?”

“Not really, except that you look for someone that can help you with inviting people for the party. But I heard about the RFA already, and they did some really great things.”

“I am glad you heard about us. We always work hard specially now where….. Rika left us.”

Yoosung looks sad.

“I heard about that too it must be really hard for you. I am sorry.”

You feel bad about lying but you think this will bring you closer to Yoosung.

“I am thankful you say that. Rika…it still feels like she is here and watching me.”

Yoosung smiles very slightly but his eyes look dark.

“I am sure she is.”

You know for a fact that she is still doing just that.

“You have the same aura as her [Name]. I feel like she sends you.”

“You really think so ?”

You are not sure what to say to this but you think that Yoosung only means it well.

“Yeah Rika was really a great person I hope you can help us just like she did.”

Yoosung is smiling and you smile slightly too.

“I will try my best.”

“Good do you have any questions ? Oh, hold on [Name] I will get you a drink.”

“Something to drink would be nice.”

Yoosung stands up and gets you a glass from a tray and a bottle of lemonade.

He fills you a cup up and puts it right in front of you, with a smile.

“Thank you.”

You take the glass and take a sip.

“I actually heard from Jaehee that you are currently preparing a party can I ask you when it is ?”

“It is in two weeks. I know its not much time left to invite people but I am sure with our help you can pull it off.”

“I really hope so. When do you think I will be able to join ?”

“You really can’t wait to join us. I am so glad to hear that.”

Yoosung´s smile is almost unsettling but you try to not let him notice.

“You seem to be very nice and the RFA sounds like such a great place.”

“It really is. I will tell Jumin how nice you are, and he will let you join for sure.”

“That is really so nice of you Yoosung. What about the other RFA members how are they ?”

You figure it’s a good moment to ask him.

“They are all very nice. Jaehee works really hard and Jumin is doing his best as our leader, since V has pretty much abandon us…”

You hear the door is opening what is sadly interrupting Yoosung.

You turn and see Zen who you recognize from the picture he looks really tired.

“Yoosung sorry I’m late. Oh who is that ?”

Zen smiles right away when he sees you.

“This is [Name] they are interested in joining us.”

“That is so nice, my name is Zen. I hope Yoosung is not boring you.”

He smiles but his smile is weak and somehow it looks dishonest.

“Not at all, he was just about to tell me about the other members.”

“Your glass is empty [Name] you want some more ?”

“Sure, thank you Yoosung.”

“What about me Yoosung ?”

“Don’t you have water with you ?”

“True but you could ask at least.”

“You want some Lemonade Zen ?”

“No thank you, I am good.”

Zen seems to find this exchange amusing but you don’t see why.

“Here [Name].”

Yoosung looks coldly to Zen and you take the glass from him.

“Has Yoosung said anything about me yet ?”

“Not yet.”

“I was not done when you came in.”

You find that they both are a bit cold to each other.

“Let me then tell you a bit about me. I am a musical actor but I only work for the RFA.”

“That is very impressive. I think I heard about you actually but I was not sure.”

“Oh really it is ever nice to meet some fans I hope you come to one of my shows. I can get you a ticket.”

You can see a short flicker of light in Zen´s eyes.

“That would be really great but I not want to exploit you Zen.”

“You really are nice [Name] but I really don’t mind.”

Zen smiles widely, but he seems to be very beat.

“In that case I will gladly come to your show.”

“I am glad to hear that.”

You smile and you feel a bit sleepy and start to yawn.

“You must be exhausted [Name].”

Yoosung sounds amused.

“I am fine just a bit sleepy.”

“You should not overdo it.”

“Yeah thank you.”

You feel more and more sleepy.

This is really not good, did Yoosung spike your drink ?

“I need to use the bathroom where is it ?”

“It is down the hallway.”

Zen points outside.

“Thank you.”

You stand up and you feel dizzy.

This is going really bad.

Your sight is blurry and you slowly walk towards the door.

“Is everything alright [Name] ?”

Yoosung is standing up, you can barely make it out, but he is smiling.

“What have you…?”

You are not even able to finish the sentence.

Your body starts to feel numb you still can hear Zen talking to you but his voice sounds far away. You barely manage to press your bracelet, and you can only hope this was enough to activate the signal.

“Hey [Name]? Yoosung what have you done ?”

“Nothing Zen I just made sure they can’t leave us like Rika.”

“Yoosung are you insane ? This is going to far.”

You try to keep up but you can’t feel your legs anymore.

“So are you helping me now or what ?”

This is the last thing you hear before fainting.

Interrupted (Five)

Wordcount: 4.883

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Min Yoongi x Reader
Description: When Yoongi is still the broken guy you’ve left in Daegu and you help him to appreciate life a bit more.


A/N: The more I look at Yoongi, the more I feel bad for how I’m developing him… He’s such a squishy softball of pure tenderness in reality çç

This is the most angst thing I’ve ever written in my life… And I don’t think I’ve done a good job but at least I tried XD Again, sorry for the length but considering how things evolve, I couldn’t really cut it…

Thanks so much to all those kind souls who liked the previous chapter or reblogged!

Hope you enjoy it ^^ As always, any kind of feedback is more than appreciated, I swear I don’t bite 

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The hardest part of being without Yoongi has been the loss of someone constantly thinking about you day and night.

He’s never been the ‘Good morning’ or ‘Goodnight’ type, not even in the beginning of your relationship (letting grow in you the confidence he actually likes you)  but his texts were full of complete fondness demonstrated in his own way: ‘Already at the subway, I bought u coffee. Hurry up’, ‘Don’t feel like going to school, let’s cut class?’ or those random ‘I want to see u’ written in the middle of his sleepless nights.

However, unforgettable are those ‘I need you to save me’ every time he took a step into a dark corner of his soul when his socio-phobia begun to pollute his mind. You still remind the shivers throughout your whole body and that thrill that made you run so fast from your house to his bedroom, leaving behind whatever you were doing because Yoongi and his health always came first.

You thought things were changed, yet he’s still a priority…

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A/N: Hey guys! I had a lot of trouble writing this part and I’m not that happy with how it turned out but I hope you guys like it! A huge thanks to @marieherondalebookfangirl for being super supportive and enthusiastic about this story and also for giving me the song ideas for this part. The songs mentioned are ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go’ by Wham! and ‘Northern Wind’ by City and Colour.  Please let me know what you think.

Summary: Betty and Jughead’s first school dance together

Word Count: 4450

As soon as Fred let him take a break from lifting rocks, Jughead all but ran into the break room to grab his phone and text hid doe eyed girlfriend an apology for disappearing so early that morning. He’d wanted to wake her up to say goodbye but he couldn’t do it. She’d looked so peaceful, such a contrast to how he’d found her the morning before. A small smile played on her lips and Jughead found himself wondering what dreams were gracing her with their presence at this time of the morning. He’d pushed a stray strand of her golden hair behind her ear before kissing her gently on the forehead, lips soft so as not to pull her away from her dreams. He had left her a note, explaining his mysterious absence, but he still felt bad. In true Betty fashion, she’d been the one to text him first. Thank you, Jughead. His whole being seemed brighter with his goofy smile. She’d read his letter.


The Saturday after Betty’s birthday, Betty and Jughead were sitting on an armchair in the Lodge’s library. The blonde was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap as his voice filled the cozy room. His arms were wrapped around her as he held the book in front of them, reading aloud from the ink covered pages as Betty played with the hair that had fallen from his beanie. They stayed that way for a long time, interrupted in the middle of the afternoon by the sound of a phone ringing. Betty pulled hers out of her pocket and answered the call before she realised who it was.

“Elizabeth! Nice of you to finally pick up.” The harsh sound of her mother’s voice pulled Betty out of the dream-like state that Jughead’s voice had lulled her into.

“Mum. I wasn’t expecting you to call. Is everything alright?” Betty sounded slightly concerned as she tried to move off of Jughead’s lap before her mother could see him.

“Everything is fine Elizabeth, why wouldn’t it be? I was just wondering what your plans were for this weekend. Hermione emailed me that there was some sort of school dance you were hoping to attend,” Alice’s eyebrows raised in question. Betty let out the breath she was holding when her mum didn’t ask who she was with.

“Yes, mum. I’m going with Ju-, I’m going with some friends.” She wasn’t technically lying since she was going to the dance with Ronnie and Archie as well. She didn’t want to tell her mother about Jughead because she knew exactly how she would react. She would start by talking about how disappointed she was in her youngest daughter, say something about how Betty was going to end up like Polly (not that Betty saw this as a bad thing), rant about how she was letting herself get distracted at such an important time of her life, and then threaten to get her sent back to New Zealand. Betty had heard this speech countless times; whenever she got a mark less than an excellence or was too busy to fulfill all of her commitments, her mother would bring out the speech. Betty would sit there quietly, pushing her nails into her palm to prevent her from yelling at her mother and making the situation worse. She didn’t want to have to deal with that over Skype, thousands of kilometers away from her sister, the only one who could make her feel better. Betty ignored the quizzical look that Jughead was giving her in favour of looking down at the rich carpet under her feet.

“Well be careful, Elizabeth. I don’t want you out too late, you know how difficult it is to hide the bags under your eyes when you don’t sleep for eight hours.” Betty tried not to roll her eyes at her mother’s comment. Jughead observed the conversation from the chair, not having moved since Betty left his lap minutes ago. Betty had told him that her mother was a bit overbearing at sometimes but he found himself oddly jealous. Here she was, on the other side of the world from her parents but they still made an effort to worry about her wellbeing. Sure, they may have gone slightly overboard but he would take more over less anyday. His Dad lived in the same town as him but Jughead couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a conversation with him, much less bugged him about his sleep patterns. Jughead stood up out of the chair and mimed to Betty that he was going to grab a drink of water as her mother babbled on about a new diet she had been researching.

“Is there someone there with you Elizabeth?” Betty’s eyes widened with shock and Jughead froze mid stride.

“Umm, yeah, mum. This is my um, this is my friend Jughead.”

“Hi Mrs. Cooper. It’s nice to meet you.” Jughead tried to put on his most charming smile as he walked over to Betty so he could be seen on the tiny screen. Betty could hear the discomfort in his voice and placed a hand on his back, moving it in small circles.

“Jughead? That’s an … interesting name. Are you going to be taking Betty to the school dance this weekend,” Alice asked, as if this was a normal thing to bring up in conversation.

“Yes Mrs. Cooper. Well, Veronica, Archie, Betty and I are all going together,” replied Jughead, remembering Betty’s response earlier. His girlfriend sent him a grateful smile as she continued to rub his back. He placed him hand on her thigh and squeezed gently.

“Elizabeth, you never told me you were going with boys. I’m not sure how I feel about this, maybe you should stay at home and work on that science project you told me you were struggling with.” Jughead had to fight back a laugh. Betty struggling with a project? Not only was that idea absurd, he happened to know that she’d finished that project a week ago, the day after it was assigned. He kept his mouth shut but made a mental note to ask her about her it later.

“Mum, really it’s fine. Archie is going out with V so there’s going to be absolutely no problem there and Jughead and I are … we’re just friends. I’m sure he’ll be the perfect gentlemen. “ She looked over at he boyfriend and had to refrain from kissing the shy smile right off his face.

“Yes, I’m sure he will be Elizabeth but you know how I feel about dances, especially after what happened to Polly.” Jughead noticed Betty’s hand holding the phone tightening, knuckles turning white. He squeezed her thigh again and she relaxed slightly. Jughead could tell that Betty was on edge and he wanted to comfort her, but he also didn’t want to piss off Alice. He found her intimidating enough as it is and he was pretty sure she was trying to be polite.

“It’ll be fine Mum. Besides, I thought that you wanted me to get the full american high school experience. This dance is just a part of that. I promise not to stay out late. I won’t drink or do drugs or whatever other wild things you seem to think happen at school dances. I’m going to this dance mother, with or without your permission.” Betty’s voice had started out a bit shaky after the mention of her sister but by the end of it, Alice’s mouth was open in shock.

“Elizabeth Cooper, that is no way to talk to your mother. You’re getting more and more like Po-”

“Gotta go mum, bye!” Betty said quickly while clicking that small red button. She let out a huge sigh before embracing Jughead in a tight hug. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” she whispered into his chest. Jughead wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, noting how small and tired she looked, a complete contrast to how she’d looked while he was reading. He scooped her up in his arms.

“Do you want me to keep reading?” he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the tired atmosphere present in the large room. She nodded in response as he walked over to the chair and settling them into their previous position.


“B, you know I love you, but there’s no way you’re wearing that to a school dance. Or anywhere. Ever.” Ronnie pulled the grey dress from Betty’s arms and threw it swiftly into the bin.

“I know but I wasn’t exactly thinking about school dances when I was packing my suitcase so now I have nothing to wear,” Betty groaned as she flopped onto her bed dramatically.

“You must have forgotten who you’re talking B. It’s lucky we’re almost the same size.” Betty opened her mouth to protest but her raven haired host sister was already out of the room. Veronica returned moments later, arms piled high with dresses of all shapes and colours. She couldn’t help herself, the blonde reached out a hand to touch the mountain of fabric.

“Oh my goodness, these are gorgeous V! I love them all but, knowing you, you’ve probably already picked one out for me,” she chuckled. Ronnie reached for a silvery blue dress that was hidden in the middle of the pile.

“Of course, I saw this in my wardrobe and instantly thought of you. Go try it on, I’ll wait here.” She took the dress from Ronnie’s grasp and walked into the bathroom. The fabric was soft under her fingers and seemed to sparkle under the fluorescent lights. She slipped it on before walking back into her room.

“Hey V can you help zi-” she didn’t even get the chance to finish her sentence before Veronica had jumped up from her spot on the bed.

“Oh my god! B! That dress looks like it was made for you. Jughead is going to have a heart attack when he sees you,” Ronnie gushed as she pulled the zip up Betty’s back, closing the dress while pushing her over towards the mirror. Betty gasped. She looked … elegant, sophisticated. She looked different. But she liked it.


On Saturday, Betty felt like a queen. She’d been to dances before but it had never felt like such a big deal. Various people were coming in and out of the apartment to help the girls get ready. Hermione was even present for a while to get her nails done for an event she was going to that night. Many hours later, the doorbell rang. Hermione floated over and opened the door.

“Hello boys, looking very handsome tonight,” she commented, stepping aside to allow the boys into the apartment.

“Thanks Mrs. Lodge. Are the girls ready?” Archie asked politely.

“They should be out in a minute. Now, Hiram and I are flying to New York for an event tonight so we won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be checking in with Veronica though and I expect her and Betty to be home at midnight, alright? Have a good night.” And with that she was gone, leaving the boys all alone in the large apartment, waiting for their girlfriends.


“I’m pretty sure I just heard the door.”

“It’ll just be the boys, Betty. Nobody ever got hurt from a little bit of suspense,” Ronnie smirked before fixing up her lipstick. While Veronica looked like the definition of confidence, Betty couldn’t sit still. Her knee was bouncing up and down impatiently while her long nails kept running through the ends of her wavy hair.

“Ok, perfect,” Ronnie said to her reflection. “You ready to knock ‘em dead?” She raised a perfect eyebrow after turning around to face the nervous blonde. “B, breathe. You look incredible and is Jughead’s jaw isn’t on the floor when he sees you I will personally kick his ass.” Betty smiled slightly at the thought of her host sister kicking anyone’s ass let alone Jughead’s. She stood up off the bed and followed Veronica into the living room.


The boys stood up off the couch at the sound of two sets of heels walking down the long hallway. The girls burst through the door in a fit of laughter, heads thrown back carelessly as if they were unaware that they had company. Ronnie strutted over to Archie, greeting him with a kiss and a flashy smile, wrapping her arms around his neck. Betty was stuck in the doorway. Her feet wouldn’t move. Jughead was breathtaking. His beanie was nowhere to be found and his dark hair hung messily around his face. His tie was made of the same silvery blue material of her dress but his smile was what really stopped her in her tracks. It was shy and sweet and so perfectly Jughead.

He’d noticed that she wasn’t moving but he couldn’t either. She always looked beautiful but tonight was something different. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders and her eyes looked more lighter than normal. She moved towards him and Jughead could have sworn she was walking in slow motion. When Betty finally reached him she kissed him softly on the cheek.

“Hi Juggie. You look really good,” she whispered in his ear, arms around his neck.

“You look gorgeous Betts,” he whispered back, feeling the heat of her blush against his cheek. Once again, Veronica’s voice interrupted them.

“Ok ok, we get it, you both look amazing but we need to go, Smithers is late,” she stated, turning on her heel and walking out the door.


Even though she knew that this was the same gym she had P.E in every day, Betty couldn’t help feeling like she’d walked onto a movie set. She’d helped organise dances for her school in New Zealand but they were never anything like this. Fairy lights were draped along the walls and the hung from the ceiling, making the gym feel soft and cozy. White flowers sat in the middle of the elegant tables as fake snow floated around the room. Jughead watched Betty’s awe with a smile on his face, her childish reaction reminding him of their snowball fight the week before.

“Do they always look like this?” Betty asked as she continued to look around the room.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never actually been to a school dance before,” Jughead answered with a shrug. “But Cheryl is always in charge of decorations so probably. She’s a bit of a perfectionist so everything she does is above and beyond.” He squeezes her hand and sends her a small smile.

“Well I think it looks incredible. School dances in New Zealand are a bit more about how many guys you can get with and who can sneak in the most alcohol. They definitely don’t look like this,” she giggled, still awestruck by her surroundings.

“Just because we’ve got fake snow doesn’t mean that people aren’t trying to get drunk,” Jughead smirked.

“Of course, silly me. Guess we won’t be drinking the punch then,” she said in mock disappointment.

“Haha, we’re not that cliche. Do you want to go and find Ron and Arch and grab a seat? I don’t really know how we’re supposed to act at these things.” A shy blush reddened his cheek. Betty reached over and grabbed his other hand, forcing him to face her.
“Juggie, I don’t care that you’ve never been to a school dance before, although I don’t understand why if they all look like this,” she jokes. “Just try to relax and have fun, ok?” His small smile answers her question as she lets go of one of his hands, using the other one to drag him over to where Ronnie and Arch were jumping up and down in the middle of the gym.

“I think I see a spare table over there, want me to take you scarf?” Jughead yelled to be heard over the music. Betty nodded and passed him her scarf, wishing that he would stay and dance but understanding that this wasn’t really his scene. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the crowd of students.


Jughead had figured he would stay at the table for the rest of the night under the guise of watching his friend’s coats but once he’d walked over to the table, the only thing he wanted to do was go back and be with Betty. She looked so beautiful tonight and he didn’t want to be away from her for another second. He spotted the metallic fabric of her dress shining from the middle of the crowd, making her look like a real life snowflake among the fairy lights and the snow. He made his way through the mess of bodies singing Wham! off key.

Wake me up before you go-go

Don’t you dare to leave me hangin’ on like a yo-yo

The raven haired boy rolled his eyes and cringed simultaneously. Of course they’re playing this at a school dance. They couldn’t possibly play music that people can listen to without having to worry about their ear drums bursting. As he was pushing through the sea of limbs, the screeching faded out, replace by a slower melody which didn’t leave Jughead wanting to stab himself repeatedly.

You’re the Northern wind

Sending shivers down my spine

You’re like fallen leaves

In an autumn night

His eyes locked with Betty’s and he was frozen for the second time that night. Jughead swore she was even more breathtaking than she had been since she saw him five minutes ago. She was the first one to move, again, gliding towards him without breaking eye contact. Betty reached her boyfriend after what felt like a lifetime, stopping only inches away from him.

“May I have this dance?” Jughead questioned with a small bow, bringing his face right in front of hers, allowing Betty to get lost in his piercing blue eyes.

“I guess you may,” she giggled into a slow curtsy before standing up and wrapping her arms around his neck. He placed his hands gently on her hips, pulling her into his chest. They started swaying back and forth in time to the ballad, eyes saying all of the words they couldn’t.

You’re the lullaby

That’s singing me to sleep

You ar the other half

You’re like a missing piece

Betty let out a small sigh, causing Jughead to pull away slightly to look down at her angelic face.

“Everything alright Betts?” Jughead’s voice was laced with worry, his brow furrowing.

“Never been better,” she replied with a smile, pulling herself back towards her boyfriend before standing up on her toes to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Fireworks. As cliche as it sounds, that’s the only word that seems to come close to describing how Jughead felt when Betty kissed him. His hands move from her waist to cup her face before he could give a second thought to where they are. Her fingers start to play with the curly hairs on the back of his neck as her smile grows wider against his lips. Betty had only kissed a couple of boys before but none of them had ever made her feel like this. Her knees were going weak with pleasure as he deepened the kiss further, his thumb slowly rubbing along her cheekbone before running through her hair.

Oh my love

You don’t know

What you do to me

Someone bumped into Betty’s back, forcing her to jump away from Jughead in shock. She blinked a few times, eyes wide, almost as if she was waking up from a dream. Jughead’s face was still warped into a warm smile at the sight of her like this; hair tousled from his touch, lipstick smudged from his lips, and eyes dark with desire. She looked different, sexy.

“After that I don’t know why I haven’t come to more school dances,” he smirked, earning him a playful punch on the arm. He rubbed with a fake frown on his face, playing along with Betty’s games.

“Trust me, it’s not always like that,” her voice dripping with desire as she stepped back into her boyfriend’s, arms returning to their position around his neck in an attempt to continue dancing.

You are all four seasons

Rolled into one

You’re like the cold December snow

In the warm July sun

“You really are something else Betts, you know that?” Jughead whispered as they swayed to the beat. Betty let her head rest on his chest, smiling as she remembered the first time he said those words to her. It felt like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at the same time. So much had changed in such a short amount of time but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You wanna get out of here Juggie?” Betty asked, lifting her head from his chest to meet his eyes.

“There’s nothing I’d like more,” he grinned as he reached for her hand, slowly pulling her toward the open door.

Oh my love

You don’t know

What you do to me


The bell over the door rang softly throughout the diner, signalling the arrival of the two new customers. Veronica and Archie slid into their usual booth across from their friends, milkshake glasses and burger wrappers already empty.

“What caused you two lovebirds to leave so early?” Ronnie asked, eyebrows raised as she stole a fry from the basket in front of Betty.

“We just weren’t really in the mood,” the blonde replied nonchalantly, flashing a knowing grin at Jughead.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” Veronica said dramatically. “We’ll have girl talk later B.” Betty’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at what her host sister was inferring.

“Any chance you guys are in the mood for a movie?” Said Archie, changing the subject, causing Betty to send him a grateful look.

“Do you even need to ask?” Jughead replied, already standing up to help Betty climb out of the red booth.


Ronnie ended up choosing ‘The Notebook’ as the movie of the night, then falling asleep ten minutes in.

“Not only is she punishing us by making us watch this overworked cliche, she doesn’t even have enough decency to stay awake and listen to me complaining,” Jughead mumbled into Betty’s ear from where he was sitting beside her.

“I’m going to let Ronnie sleep in my bed because she’ll probably kill me if I let her sleep on the couch. Don’t stay up too late Jug,” Archie called out as he started carrying his girlfriend up the stairs.

“Oh how the tables turn,” Jughead quipped, his redheaded friend laughing as he walked out of view. “So Betts,” his grin widening, “whaddya wanna watch?” He changed his voice into the awful accent Betty had only had the displeasure of hearing once before. She cringed before replying.

“Really Jug? All of this time hanging out with me and you’re still doing that awful semi-australian accent. Guess we’ll just have to talk more,” Betty said in mock disappointment and she snuggled into Jughead’s side.

“Or we could do some not talking,” he suggested playfully, leaning down to plant soft kisses on her neck.

“Jug! Stop! That tickles!” She squealed, squirming under his mouth. His eyes twinkled as his long fingers danced across her sides, leaving her giggling and squealing under him. She quickly pressed her lips up to his, surprising him into stilling his fingers. She pushed him off her and kissed him again, this time lingering long enough to take in the sweet smell that could only be described as purely Jughead. “You want to keep watching this? I can’t be bothered moving,” Betty confessed, eyes already trained on the screen.

“Anything for you Betts,” Jughead whispered into her hair before leaving a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Only for you.”

The last thing remembers seeing is Noah and Ally rowing in the rain, before closing her eyes and eventually feeling heavy tears falling on her head.


Fred Andrews lumbered down the stairs early in the morning, far too early to be walking around without caffeine in his system. He’d done this so many times that he stumbled through the living room with his eyes closed, reaching the kitchen and blindly reaching for the on switch on the coffee machine. The beverage was eventually hot and Fred poured half of it into his mug, taking a giant gulp before finally opening his eyes and plodding back into the living room to watch the news before he had to head off to the construction site.

He stopped in the doorway before rubbing his eyes, hard, to make sure he wasn’t still asleep. There on the couch lay Betty and Jughead, sound asleep and wrapped up in each other’s arms, both still wearing their clothes from last night. Fred rolled his eyes before turning on the tTV at full volume. Betty jumped up at the noise, bumping her head on Jughead’s chin. His eyes eyes opened slowly until he saw Fred standing over them. Betty was already sitting up, hands smoothing the front of her dress and trying to tame her hair discreetly.

“Morning guys. How was the dance?” Fred asked the pair nonchalantly, taking another gulp of coffee from the steaming mug in his hand.

“It was um, it was good thanks.” Jughead said nervously, running a hand through his hair and wishing he was wearing his beanie. “Hey, um look, Fred, about all this-”

“Jug, calm down. I’m not gonna ground you or anything but just be careful ok? Don’t rush into anything you’re not ready for.” Betty’s face had turned the colour of Archie’s hair and Jughead was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Anyways, by the looks of you two that was punishment enough so I’m just gonna head off to work. Oh, and we’re out of milk.” Fred left his coffee mug on the coffee table and was grabbing his coat as the door opened slowly. Archie stepped through it, closing it softly to reduce the sound of the lock closing. He tiptoed towards the stairs as his dad turned the corner, slamming right into him. “Oh hey Dad, um , I was just, um, at the store, ah, getting some milk for breakfast.”

Jughead chuckled from his spot on the couch, noting how stupid Archie’s lie was considering it was five in the morning and he was still wearing his tuxedo from the night before. Fred obviously noted his son’s attire, and his lack of milk, before letting out a huge sigh and walking out the door. Archie looked at the giggling pair on the couch.


louisianne-kpop  asked:

Vmonster, first time meeting at a posh dinner party (flirting may or may not be happening)

Namjoon hates, more than any other part of his job, the elbow-rubbing charity dinners that feel more like begging than gently coercing these rich assholes to donate to his museum. He was grateful he didn’t really have to do as much talking this time since the director was back from her maternity leave, but it still meant he had to make nice with people who probably wouldn’t ever even learn his name even if he tattooed it on his forehead.

So he tries to lay low, orbiting around the edges of the room rather than barrel straight through the center. It’s better this way, anyway–this is where the snacks are. He reaches for another mini quiche tart and finds another hand grabbing for the same. He draws his back, considering it’s probably someone who could buy and sell him six times over, and he glances up to give a polite apologetic smile.

It’s a little gross to watch this guy shove approximately sixty mini quiches into his mouth but Namjoon does his best not to look too visibly disgusted. And it’s weird, the way this guy stares without blinking, without his eyes shifting elsewhere. They’re dark and haunting and probably mean trouble but it’s hard to look away.

“Enjoying the evening?” Namjoon asks in his best talking-to-rich-assholes voice.

“Not really.” Crumbs from the quiche fall onto this guy’s shirt, a black turtleneck beneath an even blacker suit jacket.

“Is there something I can do to make the experience more enjoyable for you?” Namjoon sounds like a douche even to his own ears. He hates hates hates this.

“I’m Taehyung.”

“…Okay. I’m Kim Namjoon,” he says. “I’m the assistant curator of the contemporary art exhibition. So if you’ve got your eye on any contemporary art…” He chuckles some. Taehyung doesn’t. Awkward. “Okay, well. I could tell you about the newest pieces we’ve acquired? We’re actually very thrilled to have about six works from V now. Not a lot of museums have that privilege. Very prolific painter but very guarded. No one’s even seen him. Are you familiar?”

Taehyung shrugs one shoulder. “Sorta.”

“Do you mind if I tell you about him? He’s probably my favorite contemporary artist. Certainly he’s painted my favorite contemporary piece. Papillion. I could show you if you’d like…?”

They don’t speak as Namjoon leads Taehyung toward the exhibit. Namjoon can still hear Taehyung chewing and god it’s grating but this guy looks rich and he’s got to behave. He stops in front of a painting, about fifteen feet high, filled with dark, dreary colors and only very vaguely resembling a butterfly.

“So this is Papillion,” Namjoon says as he gestures. “2014, pastels on canvas. A lot of people think it’s got to do with death, sort of the opposite of the theme of rebirth usually associated with butterflies.”

“What do you think?”

 Namjoon glances at Taehyung a moment. He’s startled by how attentive this guy still is, those eyes still unblinking as they watch him. “Uh…well. I think it speaks more to the nature of impermanence rather than death. There’s no finality here, in my opinion. It’s just…transience. And the color palette represents a sort of melancholia associated with that impermanence.”

“Hm.” Taehyung’s head nods and when he looks up at the painting, his bangs fall back. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“…Sure, I guess.”

“I ran out of yellow.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

Taehyung waves his hands toward the painting. “I had a lot of purple and blue. Not so much yellow. Didn’t feel like buying more. It’s nothing that deep. I just like butterflies.”

Behind The Scenes 2 (16/16)

Author’s note: I meant to post this part yesterday, but I was really busy. Once again, this isn’t the official ending. I am currently in the middle of writing BTS 3. I will talk more about that at the end. I hope you guys like this part. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: ?

Word Count: 2202

Summary: You and the guys get ready to head off to the airport.

Other Parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

It was the day you all had to fly to Dalian. You were waiting alone in your room while the rest of the guys were getting their last minute things together. Technically, what you were really doing was counting down the seconds till you had to encounter the manager. You hadn’t had to see him since that night, but as time moved closer to him showing up, you grew more and more nervous. You didn’t know what to expect. He might act like nothing happened or he might try to do everything all over again.

Anxiety grew within you at just the thought of having to see him again. You tried to distract yourself by looking for something to wear to the airport, but your mind wouldn’t stop thinking of the worst case scenario. You couldn’t sit still anymore. You stood up and began pacing around the room. A surge of adrenaline went through you and you felt the need to move more to get it all out. You began to swing your arms and walk around at a faster pace, but that didn’t help. You began to feel panicked and had the urge to just run. You stopped pacing and began jumping in place to get rid of the excess energy, but that did little to help. You tried to bring your breathing back to normal, but instead it became more and more labored. You felt like you couldn’t get enough air in. It was hard to stay focused and you just wanted to cry.

Jimin walked in from having helped Jungkook pack up. It was easy for him to guess why you were acting the way you were. “I know how you feel y/n.” He made sure to speak softly to not scare you. “I’m not going to say “don’t worry” or “just don’t think about it”, I know that’s not going to make the anxiety go away.” He carefully made his way over to you. “Just know that we are going to be with you…”

You really appreciated what he had to say. His words didn’t help much, but it was good to know that you weren’t alone in all this. Things were okay for a spilt second, but then you remembered that you wouldn’t have them around while they were performing. The idea of having to be alone with the manger for those hours brought all the uneasiness right back.

There was a tiny knock at the door. The distracting sound momentarily made you forget how you were feeling. You were scared it was Rap monster and tried to act as normal as possible.

The door opened a tiny bit, but no one came in. “Are you guys decent?” Jungkook asked.

“Come in.” Jimin said.

Jungkook came in, immediately reading the intense atmosphere. He cautiously made his way over to the both of you. “Um, y/n are you okay?”

You shook your head.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hiro” Jimin whispered.

“Shit… Why don’t we, um, not think about it then.” Jungkook said turning to you “… Uuhh why don’t we figure out a couple outfit to wear?” He glanced over to Jimin for approval.

“Yeah.” Jimin said. “Even though this plane ride won’t be too long, it’s still smart to dress comfortably and stuff.”

You nodded. Although you now felt a bit better, you were still fidgeting your legs.

“What do you want to wear?” Jungkook asked.

You shrugged. You started biting your bottom lip and the urge to cry didn’t go away.

You and Jungkook went over to your worn down bags of clothes. You had your new clothes already packed up while your old ones stayed in the trash bags.

“Aish, Y/n, I’ll make space in the closet for you when we get back from the tour.” Jimin frowned.

Jungkook went over to your bag filled with shirts and began looking through them. He pulled out a blue shirt. “This one?”

“No.” you muttered.

He pulled out a few more options, but you shook your head at all of them.

“Guys!” Rap monster appeared at the doorway, frightening the three of you. “Get out to the living room, she’s here.” Then he walked off.

“Who is here?” Jungkook and Jimin asked themselves.

Jimin looked over at you. “I don’t want to freak you out, but try to calm a bit. Don’t let Namjoon see how nervous you are.” He warned.

You shook that last of your nerves off and then you all went to the living room where the others were also waiting.

“Who’s here?” you whispered to Suga.

He just shrugged at you.

“Get into character.” Rap monster ordered as he went for the door.

You went over to Jungkook and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, both of you still not knowing why you had to do so.      

Rap monster opened the door and there was a girl standing there with a case of luggage. He smiled as he greeted her and let her in.

She had covered herself the same way that you used to. She was wearing cute, nice fitting sweat pants and a pretty sweater with matching flats. Despite how simplistic her wardrobe was, she was still able to show off her nice figure. Even her hair looked perfect as it was up in a messy bun. It seemed as though every small section of straight black hair was purposely placed to ornament her whole look. She then carefully removed her scarf as she walked in, revealing her beautiful face.

She smiled at everyone and bowed politely. “Good morning everyone!”. On top of her looks, she had a pretty voice too. She didn’t at all seem nervous to meet the boys, not at all like how you were back when you meet them at the fan meeting. She was the exact opposite, she oozed confidence.

The more you admired her, the sadder you became. She came off as someone who had a lot going for them in life. She looked like a smart girl, she was definitely beautiful and probably had a lot of friends. With her confidence, she was capable of accomplishing a lot, if she hadn’t done so already. You knew that Rap monster was going to kill her soon. You wished you hadn’t had seen her because now you felt guilt growing inside of you. You wanted to tell her to run away now, but it was too late. She was already here and there was no going back now.

All the guys, except Jimin, couldn’t take their eyes off her. They were too busy gawking over her to respond to her greeting. You could even feel Jungkook’s arm slide off your shoulders.

“Good morning, nice to meet you.” Jimin smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you too!” you did your best to sound cheerful, but you knew your voice didn’t completely match your fake smile.

“So guys, this is Eunhee. She’s coming with us to Dalian.” Rap monster wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Hi Eunhee.” You and the guys chimed, expect for Jungkook, he still couldn’t stop staring at her.

You wrapped your arm around him, but he didn’t seem fazed. You whispered to him. “Calm down.”

“Huh?” he wasn’t really paying attention to you.

“So” Rap monster began. “Eunhee and I are going to go talk in my room, so you guys all just stay busy or something.” He said smiling down at Eunhee.

He guided her down the hall. You could hear them mumbling to each other and laughing. Jungkook’s eyes followed Eunhee as she walked by. He didn’t stop staring until she disappeared down the hall.

“Damn! She is hot as fuck!” Jungkook said moving away from you.

Jimin rolled his eyes at him. “Such a devoted boyfriend you got there y/n.” he said sarcastically

“Tell me about it.” you both looked at Jungkook disappointingly.

“You already packed?” Suga asked coming up behind you and resting his elbow in your shoulder.

“Yeah. You?”

“Of course not! You wanna help me out?”

“Nope.” Jungkook answered for you. “We have to figure out a what we are going to wear.”

“Maybe I can go with you after we are done.” You said

“I could help you Yoongi.” Jhope offered. “I finished already, Namjoon even took my main stash.”

“Jimin, can you help me pack too?” V asked. “I feel like I’m still forgetting some things.”

Jimin looked over at you. “You cool now?”

Suga raised an eyebrow at Jimin. “She seems fine.” There was a hint of attitude in his voice. Suga still didn’t know that you and Jimin were a bit better now. You never really got a chance to tell him. From the incident with that manager, you only got to the point where Jungkook brought you home.

Jimin scoffed at Suga and then walked off with V.

Jin’s phone began to ring. He pulled it out and answered the video call. “Hi Jinjin!” He smiled. “Are you going to school already?” he was starting to walk through the four of you as he tried to get to his room.

“Hi daddy! Oh! Everyone is there?!? Hi uncle Yoongi, uncle Jungkook and uncle Hoseok. Hi y/n!” he screamed.

Jin stopped moving and let you all crowd around him so that you could see Jinjin.

“Y/n!” Jinjin called out. “I always thought that you and Uncle Yoongi were boyfriend and girlfriend, but then I heard you were uncle Jungkook’s girlfriend.”

Immediately Suga took his elbow off you.

Jungkook came up behind you and rested his chin on your head.

“Jinjin when did you hear that?” you all heard his mom’s voice from off camera

“I heard you and your friend talking about it.” Jinjin said with an innocent face. Then he looked back at the rest of you.

“Yoongi and I are just friends.” You clarified. It stung a bit saying those words, but you kept a smile on your face.

“We had to keep our relationship a secret.” Jungkook said. “Even from you buddy, sorry about that.”

“How about we talk while I pack? You can remind me what I need to take!” Jin said walking off to his room.

Jungkook backed off you and you followed him to his room.

“So Jimin was right, we should dress comfortably.” He mumbled as he went through his closet.

“Whatever, I just want something that won’t grab anyone’s attention.”

“Ha, well Y/n, everyone is going to have their-“ he stopped talking as he looked back at you and noticed how upset you were again. “Well, um. *clears throat*”. He went back to looking in his closet. “Yeah let me see what I have.”

Just then, Rap monster busted into the room shirtless. Parts of his arms, chest and stomach were covered with old scars. He ran over to Jungkook’s dresser and began going through all the drawers, throwing everything everywhere to find what he was looking for.

Jungkook ran up to him. “Bro! What the fuck?”

Rap monster ignored Jungkook and pulled out a box of condoms.

“Those are mine!” Jungkook whined.

“Chill! You won’t be missing these anyway.”

“Couldn’t you have waited for the hotel?” Jungkook ripped the condoms away from Rap monster and only tore one off to give to him

Rap monster, quickly took the rest of them instead and walked towards the door, exposing a large scar across his back “Gotta do it now, the bitch ain’t even making it to the concert.” He huffed.

Within an hour, the nine of you were in the living room waiting for the manager and apparently his friend to show up.

You and the maknaes filled out the large couch. Jin, Jhope and Suga filled out the small couch. Rap monster and Eunhee were “talking” in the kitchen.

You were starting to freak out a bit again, but kept talking to Jimin to keep your mind busy.

“So why is his friend coming along again?” you asked. You hadn’t seen the manger’s friend since he stitched up your collar bone. You didn’t really know what to expect with him coming on the tour too.

“His name is Minho. Um, he’s coming along just in case any of us need medical attention.” Then he brought his voice to a whisper. “If things go down at a drug deal we don’t go to a hospital, Minho is always the one that’s able to take care of it.”

Ten minutes later, Hiro and Minho arrived. When you saw Hiro, you gripped tightly onto Jungkook’s arm. You tried to hide behind him, but it obviously impossible because you were sitting on the couch.

Jungkook wrapped his arm around you. “It’s okay. We are right here.” He whispered.

Right away, the manager and his friend loaded all the luggage into the van.

“Ok, everything is loaded in the van and Eunhee’s taxi is here so let’s get going.” Rap monster said

Everyone got up and headed out the door, but you tried to stay behind.

“Let’s go y/n” Jungkook said.

Jimin came up to you. “Just stick with us. It’ll be ok.”

You nodded and followed behind of two of them to the van. You braced yourself for the weeks ahead.

Thank you all for keeping up with/catching up with my series. I really do hope you all can stick around for when I start posting BTS 3. I am currently about half way done with it. I don’t want to starting posting it until I have completely finished it. There are many complex ideas going on and I want to make sure that all the details make sense and all. I am not too sure how much longer it will take for me to finish it, especially considering how school is going so far. If anyone has any questions or comments to my series, feel free to send me an ask/anon or message me. Once again, thank you so much for having read my series so far, I have put so much work into it and it really means alot to me that you all enjoy it! <3