The CW is like that toxic ex that you know you should distance yourself from because you deserve better than them and you know they’ll just disappoint you but for some reason you keep running back to them
Van Cleef & Arpels Complication Poetique Midnight Planetarium Watch
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has six rotating disks, each bearing a tiny sphere representing one of the six planets visible with the naked eye.
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Request: I was wondering if I could request a Dean x reader where Bobby takes her in after he has to kill her parents and dean and sammy get really protective and we see a little of sammy as a big brother? It can be as fluffy or smutty as you want :) (also maybe a little cas if it works )
it’s pretty neat when you turn on japanese voices for FE:Awakening bc you get to hear these people!! One of M!Robin’s voice is old Joseph from Jojo’s Venture (and F!Robin is Jolyne’s!). Validar is Dio’s…..
A/N: So, this may just become a thing. I’ve been saying that in my tags when I posted the last POC scenario and imagine, and now, because I am putting in the time and effort; I think it’d be best to start adding in these types of stories. Representation is definitely important, and if I can help make more stories relatable for people like myself, why not? :)
P.S. If by any chance,
at some points within the story it doesn’t make since, something doesn’t fit, or seems too corny, I apologize. >.< I’m
Genre: Fluffy like a yorkie, but with a pinch of angst.
Pairing: Y/N x Suga
Word Count: 7726 (Oh so long! XD)
“This is too stressful,” you huff and plant another chip in your mouth, “like, he’s making me sweat.” As you aimlessly search for shows on Netflix to watch, you slump further into the bag of chips you’ve deemed as your safe place, and whimper. “Like, who told him to be that hot and be casually nice, and smell good,” you scoff. “And I don’t even pine for guys like that! Not that it’s an issue of race, but just in general—the whole male population as a whole.“
"Uh-huh,” your best friend agrees nonchalantly.
“No, like I can totally feel your overboard support through my phone,” you smirk, but smile because even you know that you’re being silly. You’ve almost forgotten how it feels to have a crush, and the giddiness makes you excited and smiley for no reason. You fall back onto your bed with an ‘oof,’ and spread out from your previous sitting position.
"What? I’m listening,“ she replies, and you can hear her flip through pages—of what you guess—a magazine. “I’ve been here for almost an hour listening to you talk about your crush diligently, and haven’t said a word."
"My point exactly,” you respond and sigh.
“So, what do I do?” You press another chip to your tongue, and at this point, you feel like you could almost inhale the bag.
“How about you just talk to him and see where that goes?"
"Like start out slow and act friendly, and then maybe ease into a dating?” you ask, and you form a small frown. “I don’t think I can though, like what do we talk about? He probably doesn’t even know I exist."
"That’s why you have to break the ice and just start off slow. If he can get a chance to know about you, then maybe something’ll happen,” your friend sounds hopeful.
“Yeah, but it’s almost like we’re a worlds apart,” you whine. “We’re so different."
"And?” your friend challenges. “Different isn’t bad, and you better figure this out soon before someone else snags him."
"Wow, how encouraging,” you mutter, but you know she’s right. Like always. This doesn’t have to be difficult, but something’s just holding you back. Whether it’s the difference of cultural backgrounds, or the more outwardly-obvious reasons; taking a step towards this guy just seems…like, what’s the use? “I get what you’re saying though, because I’ve seen other women look at him likes a piece of meat."
"Well, I have to keep it one hundred with you. I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let you think that you have forever, or by a miracle he’ll just fall in love with you at love at first sight,” she replies. “But before we hang up, because I have to meet my man for dinner; if by chance this does develop into something, he’d be one lucky dude. You’re a catch, don’t worry."
"Awe, thank you,” you reply, and your frown literally start reversing itself. “Goodnight."
"Night, honey,” she responds. When the phone beeps to signal that the call ends, you toss your phone onto your bed and wipe your hands on a nearby napkin.
You’re standing up from your prolonged sitting position and your joints and muscles pop, as you stretch. Walking to your walk in closet, before you enter, you flick on the light switch. A faux crystal chandelier glimmers above your head, and brightens up your wardrobe selection. You have clothing pieces for each season, varying in different colors, and shoes and accessories to match. Needless to say, you’re proud of your collection. It’s not too much, but it’s more than enough to enjoy yourself. Nothing in your closet is too overly priced, except for maybe some shoes and a couple handbags or clutches. But you always try to purchase soberly, and not splurge on something you’ll only wear once. So as you stand in front of your clothes, you’re surprised when you feel like you have nothing to wear. In front of him.
As you mull over outfits and possible scenarios of how you’d guys meet, you wonder when you’d make time for a relationship in general. You have a job, and school itself is almost relentless. You cannot and will not let your grades drop, bc that’s your ticket to an overseas schooling program that you need. The opportunity to travel and learn in regards to your career at the same time, it’s exciting and it could be an eye opening experience. At this, your frown starts making a comeback.
“Am I stupid?” you ask yourself. “Come on, before he gets away,” you whisper to yourself. Sitting on a bench, off to the side of the park next to your local basketball court, you watch Yoongi playing basketball, and you feel shady. You wonder if this could count as stalker tendencies. You don’t watch like this all the time, but on rare occasions that you can just sit and watch him shoot three-pointers all day—because he is just that good—you get mesmerized and admire secretly. You sigh. The breeze smooths past your skin lazily, and though the sun is bright and out, the temperature outside says otherwise. Which is why you bundled in a decently padded coat, a scarf, and beanie. You have no gloves, and you almost regret it, because your pockets aren’t doing enough.
“Still watching from afar, I see,” your friend observes. She sits beside you and hands you a red to-go Starbucks cup.
You sigh dramatically and take the offering with a wide smile, “You shouldn’t have, but I’m glad that you did. And, yes. I’m still admiring. I mean, look at him.”
“He’s good,” she agrees. Noticing off to the corner of your eye, you see she almost scoots forward, and she chuckles, “Did he change his hair color? That hair used to be black.”
“Looks good doesn’t he? It’s different, and I just want to run my fingers through it. Maybe give him a nice scalp massage while I’m at it.”
“Like the cream,” you agree and laugh heartily. You’re not joking, because you’d really do it too. Not paying attention, because you were laughing too much at your own joke, you look back up to the basketball court and pause when you notice Yoongi’s gaze directed towards you. This makes you laughter halt immediately and you just stare back. After a small moment, when your friend nudges you to do something, you just bashfully look down at your hands and muster up the courage to at least wave. Nothing much, just a wave and as much a friendly smile as you can muster. Your hopeful when you notice he starts waving back, because that means you weren’t just imagining things. However, your face starts to morph into confusion when you notice some girl grabbing a hold of his attention.
“Did she just vajay-block you?” your friend asks. Any other time you would’ve just laughed and maybe snort, but it only just brings forth a small quirk of the mouth.
“Block what? We were just waving at each other,” you brush off. Deep down though, you feel a pang at disappointment, though you don’t expect him ignore others just because you guys have a small moment. You’re sure that your face shows this, because your friend just rubs you on the back.
“Hey, you’re going to do fine,” she says softly.
“How? I can barely wave at him without being shy about it, and she just flat out, practically sprinted towards him,” you counter, and you want to slump in your spot. You can’t help but to take mental notice of her appearance too. She’s petite, with long soft wavy hair, that’s gray with subtle lavender highlights, olive skin, hazel eyes, and just overall beautiful. You abruptly stand up, get you book bag, and exit stage left with your friend right behind you.
Sipping on your third cup of coffee for the day, you’re seated in front your homework for the week, and reading your textbook diligently. You’re at a Starbucks a block away from your university and letting the breeze hit you outside, because the inside is too crowded. You pay no mind to the strangers passing you by and trekking up the steps to get inside the warm building. All you want to do is eat your favorite chips, sip coffee, finish some work for the day, and get on with your life. However, you’re confused when someone stops by your table.
Taking the chance to look up, your eyes grow wide when you see Yoongi smiling down at you.
His platinum blond hair is covered in a black beanie, and he’s sporting a white Nike sweatshirt with matching bottoms, and the sleeves pushed up his forearms. The look compliments his athletic habits, and your heart almost skips a beat, and you want to look away before you body doesn’t want to. At some point, the silence is moving sluggishly, and you start to feel subconscious. Your mind begins to nit-pick everything you feel like are flaws. You hair hasn’t been the most cooperative today, so as time went along, you just wrapped your hair into a cute donut bun, though it’s—to you—noticeably wanting to gain friz. You think you may be slightly bloated, and somewhere around lunch, you’re sure that your matte lipstick has started to dry and is cracking, though you’ve haven’t noticed any real damage done.
You’re not sure what to say, and almost go back to reading when neither of you say anything. As you start to brush him off, you notice the confusion in his eyes, and Yoongi steps closer to your table and knocks on the wood. “Hi, I think I saw you at my—the basketball game at the park earlier,” he says, looking hopeful. His smile is brought back, and you almost get the lost in the charm of his eyes before you respond.
“Yeah, hi,” you reply and stand, while holding out your hand to shake his, “My name’s—”
“Y/N, I know. We have a few classes together,” he grins and latches onto your hand, and you notice a small blush form on his alabaster skin. You just nod, but no words come out, and you’re both left in silence again. With his hand still in yours, and you notice how his long fingers caress your hand softly. He gives your hand a small squeeze, “Well, I noticed that you’re studying and don’t want to be in the way, so I’ll just go get coffee and then leave.” You smile and just nod again.
“See you around,” you say hopefully, and he gives you a bright smile and says that he hopes so. As he leaves, like clockwork, the giddiness returns and you wonder where your firm stance to stop crushing on him went. Nonetheless, though you fight the smile trying to take control of your face, you also want to squeal a little.
Low and behold, you guys do meet again the next day. Only a few hours after dawn, of all the days you try to sleep in, you accidentally start your day late and in a frenzy. You have to speed through the halls of your campus building to not miss your test. The moment you turn a corner and feel yourself bump into another person, you brace yourself to apologize profusely and possibly crash onto the floor. However, on impact, someone catches you in their arms and helps you to regain your balance and not fall. “Woah,” Yoongi chuckles, and you feel like the day couldn’t start off any better, “somewhere to be?”
“My first class this morning starts with a test I’ve been cramming for, and I can’t afford to miss it,” you reply, and try not to wheeze all over him. You want to hide your face and just be swallowed into a hole. You wanted to sprint to him, but not run him over. That, and he still hasn’t let go. You have to shake your mind out of the fog, when you start to notice how good it feels to be his arms and how it’d be to cuddle with him for real.
He gives exceptional hugs, you feel.
“Which class?” he investigates.
“(Major of choice),” you reply, and try looking everywhere but his face.
“Let me escort you, this way you don’t run into anyone else,” he suggests, and again has this hopeful look about him as he stares at you.
The close proximity hasn’t gone missed between you two, and you feel like he notices too. He draws the features of your face into in his mind, as you do his and the tension is getting suffocating. You urge yourself to just say something, or better yet just get him to let go. Politely separating yourself from his arms, and you catch a draft after doing so, you smile your usual polite smile and say yes.
Just as you both begin walking in the direction of your class, you remember the time or the lack thereof you have, and start speeding up with him right behind you. Coming up on the door, you barely turn around to thank him and enter the silence of the classroom. You quickly find your way to your desk, and thankfully, though you’re only a minutes late, your professor into present yet, so you can breathe peacefully. Yet, you’re heart picks up pace again when you see Yoongi peeking through the classroom door looking for you, and when your eyes meet, he gives you a thumbs up and waves bye.
"Aw, you guys are so cute,” your friend squeals. “So when’s baby daddy gonna put a ring on it?”
“You’re something else,” you laugh, but aren’t mad at the thought.
“You know I’m just teasing, girl,” she reassures and smiles, “but on the real though, I’m happy for you.”
“Nothing’s happened yet.”
“Can we get something happening then? Maybe a study date? Movies? Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? Oh, I know. A date a the skating rink,” she suggests, and brushes her shoulders off, proud of herself. “It’s perfect. Nothing too secluded, you get a chance to talk, and you can bond at the same time.”
“I don’t even know if he likes me like that yet,” you counter, but wonder what you’re waiting for.
“No one holds somebody for that long, or even better, escorts them to class, if they aren’t interested,” she reinforces.
“I don’t know,” you reply, and play with your food. Today, you and f/n decided to eat lunch in the cafeteria, just to have a change of scenery. That, and once f/n revealed to you that a source of hers mentioned that Yoongi eats here every once and while, you thought to yourself, ‘why not?’ Unfortunately though, you haven’t seen Yoongi yet or since this morning, so you start to lose hope.
"You don’t know what? If you don’t mind me asking,” Yoongi adds himself in your conversation, and you’re startled enough to jump when you weren’t expecting him. He sits himself between you two and starts digging into his own. From his sweaty appearance and the sweat towel around his neck, you assume he just finished playing basketball. His muscles outline slightly from the sweat on his white t-shirt, he has on basketball shorts, and this time a snap back as well. He’s very skinny, but still lean and in shape. You just look towards f/n and she smiles cutely.
“Yoongi, how are you? I’m y/n’s friend, f/n. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she introduces herself.
“To finally meet me? Has y/n mentioned me to you a few times?” he quizzes and you catch the peeking he does through his lashes towards you.
“Only just several times,” she confirms, and you almost throw something at her. You can tell she’s feeling cheeky, and you’ll have to watch her.
“Not that often, and really just about your crazy basketball skills,” you reassure, and suddenly your lunch looks a lot more interesting.
“How are your skills off the court? Care to show my friend? I think she’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
If you weren’t such a nice person, you had been snatched her by her edges. You just laugh it off, “You’re doing too much, stop talking. I promise we’re not that weird,” you say to Yoongi. He chuckles at whole spectacle, and you almost want trap his laugh and save it for rainy days.
“Nah, just thirsty,” she retorts. At this he tilts his head and you can see he confusion in his face. You hope with everything you are that he doesn’t understand. His first language isn’t English, so if you’re lucky, that term could’ve just flown over his head.
You almost choke on your food, and decide to toss her your half empty water bottle, “I’ll give you the ocean, if you just shut up.”
“Well, then you’re in luck. I have to leave to go do a thing.”
“What thing? You don’t have a thing,” you say, and produce the saddest puppy dog eyes you can, so as to stop her from leaving.
“Silly y/n, if I want to have a thing, then I’ll have a thing,” she playfully scolds you. “My life doesn’t revolve around you, honey. Now, when we can have a double date, then we’ll talk,” she pushes in the last part quickly and then jogs out of your reach. Watching her hair sway as she leaves, you want to drag her back to the table, because you’re not sure how to act around Yoongi.
“Why don’t we have a thing?” he inquires and looks at you directly, and you witness a smirk form on his lips.
“We? Uh,” you respond, but barely. “Like, what do you mean?” You gulp discreetly.
“Anything we want, really. I don’t mind, as long as I can spend that thing with you,” he smiles and stares at you endearingly. At that, you could almost fall into his lap without clear reasoning, aside from the fact that you like him that much. You wonder how he does it.
“How about we go to the skating rink downtown? Have a thing?” you suggest. Your mouth stretches into its own smile.
“I don’t skate, but for you, why not?” he agrees and wipes his hands on his shorts. “Well, I have to go do an actual thing that involves studying, but give me your phone and we can make plans.”
“I look forward to it,” you reply and hand him your phone with the contact info form open.
“Feelings mutual,” he says and gets up for the table. Throwing his gym bag over bag over his shoulder, he walks backwards and grins his charming smile at you again, “See you around.” You wave to him this time.
After spending 2 hours
with f/n trying to pick out a cute, but casual outfit for your date, you’re giddy during
the whole drive from your home. You fortunately find a parking space not too
far from the building, and walking around the block to get to the front
entrance, you’re surprised when you see Yoongi already standing
outside the venue. His hands are fiddling with his phone and he doesn’t see you walking
up to him. However, you see him nice and clearly and your stomach does flips.
He isn’t in anything that you haven’t seen him wear
before, or that’s different from his laid back style, yet every time
you see him, you can’t help but to feel excited and butterflies churn. “Did
I come late?” you inquire, seemingly startle him.
He chuckles, and shakes
his head, as his signature smirk shows through. “Nope, my friends just dropped
me off early because they had something else to do,” he replies. “Ready to have
“I thought you didn’t consider this
as fun,” you remind him, and lead the way inside. He treads beside you.
“It isn’t, but someone
may as well have fun laughing at me, as I fall on my butt.”
“It won’t be that bad,” you try to
After paying for the shoes you guys are going to rent for
the occasion, you notice that after he laces them on and then tries to stand,
but continues to fall back into his seat, that he’ll have some
issues. You, yourself though, have no problems standing
and you grab both of his forearms to help him up as well. He’s wobbly on both
feet and can’t stop looking at the ground to make sure he doesn’t fall. “You’ll do fine.
However, I think we should take it slow.” You look in to his eyes, and he stares
back and then nods. “First let’s just walk over to the ice, and just try standing on
From then on, it was a
hit or miss of a lesson. When he walked out on to the ice, he couldn’t stop using the
wall as a supporting crutch in order to keep standing. He’d sometimes hold
onto your hands, and you’d help him glide over the ice at a snail pace. Once
you let go, if he had no momentum, he’d just be at a stand still. No need to try and move
forward by himself, because he’d always lose his balance, and it’d be the end
after that. Multiple times you’ve watched him fall and get back up. Fall, then get
back up. However, as time continued to pass, your muscles in your feet, legs,
and including abdomen from laughing so much, began to hurt and you knew Yoongi
was already fed up with everything, if not including life. “Ready to leave?”
you ask, while checking the time on your phone.
already?” he responds with a tremble in his throat, as he tries to get back up
from falling on the hard surface. Anytime he’d think he’d have a foot secure underneath himself, and then try
to stand on the other, it’d slide back and he’d be on all fours.
“Well, it’s been three
hours since we’ve arrived,” you reply, and chuckle. “Come on, Bambi,”
you coo and grab a hold of his hands. He starts to stand on one foot and then
the other, and now he’s at least still and not one the ground.
“See? Told you you’d get a knack out
of this,” he rolls his eyes, but his smile never leaves his face. “I didn’t realize so much
time had passed.”
“Well, time flies when
having fun,” you smile and swing his hands in yours. “Shall we go?” Leading him
back to the rest are, you’re careful to not pull him too fast and then help him
to a nearby seat. You saunter to the counter to pick up your guys’ shoes, and when
you get back to Yoongi, he already has his skates off and looking at his feet
concerned. “Break something?”
“Yes,” he sighs, “my
tail bone and pride,” he jokes.
You hand him his shoes
and start to take off your own skates. “Maybe next time we should do something
else? I don’t want you to force yourself to come with me here and
not really enjoy yourself,” you suggest.
“I’d come here a
million times if you asked me,” he says, and laughs at his own corniness, while
trying to smooth out your insecurities about bring him.
You smile a long with
him, but are glad that your face is hidden. With the pigment of your skin, no
one can really see if you blush, but you’re sure your face would still speak a thousand words
if he were to see it then. “While I appreciate the gesture,” you say and stand
on your feet in your own shoes, “I’m not trying to destroy your bruised tail bone. How
about you choose the next destination?”
“Fine, I like that idea,”
he agrees, and looks back down at his feet. “That reminds me. Can you give me a
ride back home? My friends are still probably out, and it’d take them too
long to pick me up.” That catches you off guard, but you not sure if you mind
too much, because then you’d get to spend more time with him. Needless to say,
hoping that he feels the same way.
going to the ice skating rink with Yoongi was more fun than you anticipated.First, he was the
perfect gentleman, you guys could always find something to talk about and you
were both interested in keeping the conversation going. It wasn’t forced, or too
awkward. Anything you could talk about on a first date, you did. There cute
moments of whispering nothings into each other ears and just laughing at the
gall you both had. There were giggles. There were times when he’d fall into your
arms, so <i>he</i> wouldn’t fall, and you trying not stare so blatantly into
his eyes. It was perfect, to say the least, yet still odd to think about.
Secondly, you both are
so different, you weren’t entirely sure how everything would fair. If not for
the cultural differences, then for the more obvious, outward reasons. He had
the pick of anyone he’d probably want, and here you two were. You still
question yourself, ‘why?’ You know you shouldn’t have thoughts like those, but it takes time to
reverse that sort of mentality. Every once and while, it can come with dating
outside of your race. Sometimes you consciously—or even subconsciously—slip
into that frame of mind, when you feel unworthy or not “his type.” Then there
are moments when you’re proud to say that you catch yourself, and not let
such defeating thoughts bring you down. You’ve found that if you were to ask yourself, if f/n
were to ask you if she were worthy enough, and you wouldn’t say those
self-defeating thoughts to them, then why do it to yourself? It’s never easy, and
knowing your worth takes time, but it can be achieved.
The drive back to his
place is silent, and in your opinion, more awkward between you both than
before. As you’re driving past green lights and other cars, you
notice he’s less talkative. His body is with you, but you
wonder if his mind is somewhere else. Did he not have fun? Did he regret the
date? Should you have even gotten your hopes up? What’s wrong? Around
15 minutes later, you pull your around the corner of the apartment building he
stays in, because parking in limited. Finally finding a parking spot, you
reverse park into the space and turn off the engine, but the radio could still be
heard playing in the background. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out. He turns to you in the
passenger seat and looks at you undauntingly.
You’re not sure if
you want to look back at him because his stare could sometimes be intimidating.
Though you know not on purpose, but because…well…that’s just how his face and eyes work. Gathering up the
courage, you take a deep inhale and look back him with your own searching eyes.
Upon his direct stare, you almost freeze, but talk nonetheless. “For what?”
“Being like this,” he
uses his hands to gesture at himself, “Awkward. Even more than I was before.
“Um, it’s okay. I mean if
you didn’t enjoy yourself, I won’t force you to be all happy go lucky,” you reply, and
then look back ahead of yourself. There isn’t much to see, but you’d rather look at the cars parked ahead of you and the
street. At least then if your eyes get the slightest bit of glassy, he won’t be able to tell
and he won’t have to feel sorry for you.
“That’s not what I
meant,” he says immediately after you say your piece. “This is probably one of
the best nights I’ve had in a while, but I’m not apologizing
because of tonight. I’m saying I’m sorry because I know I’ve just made
things unnecessarily weird between us. Back at the rink, I was a lot more open
and had more to say, but that’s because my mind didn’t have to work overtime to find something to talk
about. Everything flowed a lot nicer when we were just talking about anything
and everything at the top of our minds, and when we both had to focus on me not
seeming like a total idiot in front of you. Not to say that falling on my butt
should be a conversation starter,” and you snort, “but it was just easier. Now
that our attention is fully on one another, I can’t seem to
think of anything to say that’s cool or funny, and I’m overthinking everything I think I should say.” He
takes a deep breath and asks in a low voice, if that even makes since. “I’m nervous. I’m sorry.”
In a way it made since,
and yet didn’t at the same time, but you’re at least happy
to hear that he truly did enjoy himself. “It’s fine.” You say, and look back him. His eyes appeared
to had gotten softer, and the tension you didn’t even notice, also left his shoulders.
He turns back around
slowly, “I guess I should get going then.” Was that it? “I think I should leave
now before I make myself seem even more uncool than you probably already think
I am,” he chuckles. No one makes any sudden movements, but at the last second,
Opening the driver’s side door, you
step out into the brisk air. Your body is protesting the cold, but your insides
are burning. You don’t do something like this often, but you don’t want to let the
night end like this. You’re aware of the attraction between you two. You’ve seen it,
obviously have experienced, and you want to put it to the test. Right now.
Walking around your car you meet Yoongi, who’s already standing outside of the vehicle because you
left, on the passenger side of your car. “Anyway, thank you for—“ you halt
his words with your delicate kiss. Nothing forceful, but purposeful and straightforward.
Your hands are on his biceps, and they glide up his arms and around his neck
and head, where one of your hands relish in the softness of his hair. His hands
find themselves on your waist, and he leans into the kiss too. Your lips mingle
with one another. They feel. They caress. They’re tender to its recipient, and careful to not scare
either away. As several seconds pass by, you finally pull away and he follows
your warmth an inch, wanting more but he holds himself back. You smile at his
eagerness, and see that his eyes are still closed, and your foreheads are
touching. “Thank you. You’re really a good kisser,” he admits, and then smiles
to himself. “Tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.”
Your own smile spreads
uncontrollably onto your face, and you separate yourself from his grasp. “Have
a good rest of your night,” you say and start walking back to the driver’s seat of your
“Really? How could you
say that, knowing that you’re the best part of it?” he asks, and his famous
smirk shows back on his face. “See you around?”
“You think I’d stay away now?”
you ask cheekily, and get into your car. He waves bye as you drive away, and
you can’t wait for tomorrow to come.
“Aren’t you guys the
f/n exclaims and dances in her seat. “I’m so happy for
you!” You’re both at you
guys’ favorite lunch spot, while working
your own separate school assignments. School isn’t letting up,
and between that and work, you wonder if there’ll be any free
time soon. “So, when’s the next
laugh at her blatancy, “It’s only the next
Didn’t you two already talk about it this
morning, when he texted you ‘good morning’ this morning?” she raises her eyebrows teasingly at you,
trying to hint at something. But you stopped her in her tracks.
wasn’t like that,” you insist, “we haven’t gotten that far and it’d be too soon.”
too soon for a smooch, which by the way, I’m impressed,”
seem more happy than me.”
Girl, you were practically glowing this morning,” she giggles.
wasn’t,” you retort.
like the sun so much, I almost regret not bringing my shades today.” You just
shake your head at her, but the smile still hasn’t left your
face, and you get back to work.
the moment, it seems like you have too many assignments to start, and not
enough time to finish what you’ve been working
on for a few weeks, but you get to work anyway, before your next class. At this
rate, you wonder if you’ll ever meet
Yoongi again anytime soon. Like that, days turned into weeks, and they
transitioned into a little over a month. Your encounters never lasted for
anything over a few minutes every blue moon, but your texting conversation
continued to go strong. Little words here or there were sent throughout your
days, and you figured you should at least be happy with that. Neither of you
really had time, and even f/n was having a hard time keeping up her life and
in the library, you’re taking notes
diligently until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Your timer’s just gone off after two hours, signaling for you stop your
research and to move on to another assignment for the night. It’s almost 10 pm right now, and the day’s activities has already been settled into your body. Your
hands are feeling cramped, your back hurts from sitting hunched for too long, your
feet are feeling sore from getting up and going every place known to man, and
your eyes a beginning to feel heavy with sleep. You bring your coffee cup up to
your mouth and drink down the lukewarm caffeine. You sigh and lean back into
your chair. You think yourself that you only have two things to do before the
night ends and then maybe you get to sleep at around 1 AM tonight. You’re groaning.
forward again, and leaning on your elbows on the table, you start to type again
but onto a whole other chart of numbers and statistics that are fusing
together. Slowing getting to the flow groove of just working, your phone
vibrates in your pocket again. Absentmindedly, you bring it up to line of
sight, and you take a quick glance at the front and notice it’s a text from Yoongi. Here goes the cheesy smile again. “What are you doing?” he inquires.
frown and look back at your laptop screen. “Studying.”
“Is it for anything important?”
almost laugh, “I think so. I’ve heard rumors of students who didn’t complete their assignments and fail the semester
“Sounds important, then.” You nod your
head ‘yes’ slightly and
begin to look back down at your homework, until you hear a text being sent to
you. “Want to ditch?”
“As tempting as that is, I can’t. I have too much to do and at stake,” you reply,
“Come on~” he starts. “What can a 20-minute break do to you?”
your better judgement, knowing it’d be longer
than twenty minutes that you’d spend with
him, you still text him back agreeing, and ask him where to meet. You’re surprised when he tells you to come to the basketball
court. Nonetheless, and not caring too much about his request because you want
to leave the library, you pack up your stuff.
minutes into the stroll and coming closer to the court, you’re surprised when you see him and few other guys playing.
You don’t make any
sudden movements for him to catch your attention, and just watch silently off
by the sidelines. Some of these guys he’s playing with
you haven’t seen before,
and you’re not sure if
they go to your university or not. Another five minutes pass before Yoongi
calls for a time out, and jogs over to you. “Enjoying the game?” he asks
panting. His hand are placed on his hips and he walks over to his bag to grab
the towel that sitting haphazardly on top of it. He wipes off the waterfall
sweat that falling into his eyes, and then stands closer to you. “Want to meet
not?” you reply, and he starts yelling and waving everyone closer to you both. Understandably,
you’re a little nervous. Will you like
them? Will they like you?
“They’re weird, but you’ll like them,”
this the famous y/n? Do you know he talks about you nonstop?” the tallest of the guys asks. His hair is a
deep brown and he’s more muscly, but about as lean as Yoongi, and with broader
you only hear good things,” you chuckle.
don’t talk about her nonstop,” Yoongi
you just have this greasy smile on your face whenever you start texting her,”
another man speaks up and, and runs his hand through his light pink hair. Odd
color, but whatever floats his boat. “Hi, my name is Jimin.” He smiles and
brings forth his hand to shake yours.
You’re polite and
introduce yourself back., while shaking his hand “I’m y/n.”
“Don’t forget about me.” Another voice shouts, but is deeper than
the rest so far. He jogs up to you and takes your hand in his too. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” You tell him it’s nice to meet him and introduce yourself as well.
another male jogs to the group. “I’m Namjoon,” he pants
and nods his head to you, with a dimpled smile showing through.
another male bumps into him whom is slightly taller. “I’m Jungkook.”
I’m Hoseok,” someone else voices, and the
crowd has to part slightly for him to come through. “My sister-in-law, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
giggle, and probably look confused. You glance at Yoongi, but he doesn’t notice and he throws Hoseok a ‘Really?’ sort of look.
“I will remember this day.” He runs his hands through his hair, and puts his
hands on his hips. “Want to play?” he directs his words at you.
You shake your head. “I don’t think it’d the best idea.” You’re not horrible
at basketball, but you don’t really play
either. If anything you just enjoy the game and actually know how the game
works for the most part.
I’m sure you will be great. Do you want
to be on my team?” Taehyung suggests. His English isn’t broken, but it sounds a little garbled. His accent is semi
thick, but you can understand him.
thank you,” you shake your head again. He looks a little disappointed, but he
just nods his head understandably. To you, you’re not in the
best position to be playing when you’re not that
great at it and your feet ache. That, and you’re dead tired.
we play?” you hear another voice, but that’s feminine.
Your line of sight moves around some of the guys heads and you notice that it’s the gray-haired, hazel-eyed beauty, as well as a group of
her friends—you’re assuming at
least. Everyone turns around to see who the voice belonged to and one of the
guys, you think Jungkook, goes to give the girl a side hug.
“You’re here,” he exclaims.
thought I wouldn’t come? And
miss this game?” she purrs. “You must be out of your mind.” Well this is an
unexpected turn of events, and you want to fight to not roll your eyes. You’re not sure where the feelings are coming from, but you’re jealous. She’s pretty, can
play basketball—apparently—and probably knows everyone better than you do.
As you watch all of Yoongi’s friends greet
the ladies that have just arrived, you wonder if you missed your chance at
having a decent friendship with them too. It’s a strange
thought, but you almost feel out of place.
didn’t know you had invited them,” Yoongi
says with a smile. Is he excited to have them here too? Did he forget you that
quick? This pricks you in the heart a little bit.
I invited them because I thought that since y/n was coming, why not invite more
people? This way there could be a girl and boy team,” he replies and shrugs.
Jungkook looks towards you. “Y/N, I know that you don’t feel up to it. So, if you don’t want to play, you can just sit this one out and watch on
the bench.” Nope. You won’t.
know what? I actually have to get back to the library to study, so I’m going to go. Thank you for the offer though,” you smile to
everyone, and they look confused by why you’re suddenly
leaving. Even the girls that have come look confused. “Have fun.” You look at
Yoongi, and he stares back at you with a slight frown. You start walking back
to where you’re thinking you
should’ve stayed in
the first place.
tell yourself that you don’t need to put
yourself in that vulnerable state by staying there, but you also wonder why you
didn’t try harder. Fight for him harder. Did
she even like him like how you assumed? Why disqualify yourself so early in the
game? You laugh at yourself a little. You’re not sure why
you’re like this.
coming back to the library and then studying for an additional hour, you start
to pack up your things and decide to finish your work at home. You saunter to
your car and get into the drivers side of the vehicle. You sit for a second.
You’re tired and you don’t want to move, but you don’t want to stay
in the school parking lot either. So you start your car and give it a few
minutes to heat up. At the last second before you put the car in drive, someone
knocks on the passenger side of car. You jump, and look at who knocked. It’s Yoongi.
points at the passenger seat of your car, and you oblige. You’re not sure why. He climbs in and looks at you pointedly. “Why’d you leave?” You know he didn’t mean it in a
demanding or blaming way, but you already feel guilty for leaving so fast
anyway. Of course, you’re sad for
going because you didn’t even give
yourself a chance, but you didn’t want to stay
just wanted to leave, okay? I have to study, and again, I can’t play basketball. So, me being there wouldn’t do anyone good.” You look away and lean back in your seat.
You don’t feel like
having this conversation right now, and you feel like it shows on your face and
in your posture.
sighs, and looks ahead of himself, taking his eyes off you. “You’re right, you can leave when you want to. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, it’s been a long
night. But I really have to go, so,” you say, and leave your sentence hanging
“It’s not alright,” he insists, and looks back at you. “I didn’t know Jungkook was going to invite those girls.”
snort. You’re happy that
he understands why you left, as well as are a little embarrassed, but you brush
it off. “Yoongi, it’s fine. You can
play with whomever you want to. It doesn’t make a
it’s with a person of the other gender.” You
look at him surprised, and his signature smirk shows up.
“I’m not jealous,” you start out, “but I’m glad you understand.” You both laugh and it reminds you of
the laughs you both had at the rink.
Hoseok was right.”
told me that you had looked a little disappointed when the girls came,” he says
and looks at you sadly. He leans back in his seat as well and caresses every
detail of your face with his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
shake your head. “You didn’t do anything.”
“That’s the point. I didn’t do anything.
I should’ve gone after
you, even after the smidgen of a hint that you didn’t like what was happening. How am I going to be your boyfriend
if I can’t even figure
these little things out?” Your eyes widen significantly and you mouth to him ‘boyfriend?’ He nods
just never expected you to say it out loud,” you respond and giggle.
I figured I shouldn’t beat around
the bush and just say it up front. I like you, a lot, and you don’t have to wonder about it either.”
what does this mean?” you ask, while simultaneously trying to fight the smile
off your face.
means, I take you another date fast before I miss my chance with you,” he
“What’d you have in mind?”
but going skating again.” He chuckles, and you almost get lost in his eyes. It
happens when you’re around him.
you’re both having a moment, your back door
behind Yoongi’s opens. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need a ride home,” Taehyung
pants, and sits down cozily in the back.
do I,” another voice pipes up, and you notice that Jungkook is standing beside
Taehyung. Taehyung scoots over for Jungkook to get in too, and then Jimin tells
Jungkook to scooch over as well.
climbs into the vehicle, and then looks up at you all smiley and expectant. “I
hope you don’t mind.”
glance towards Yoongi, and he calmly looks like he wants to murder somebody.
“Why not? We weren’t having a
moment,” he says tightly.
then, we’ll just make
ourselves comfortable,” Jimin laughs.
can you play any music?” Jungkook asks.
let me pick, they always choose what we listen to,” Taehyung complains. That’s how your night with Yoongi starts and ends. With three of
his so-called toddlers—his words—bickering and giving you a headache, but also
a smile you welcomed.
The more I play these games, the more my parents want to ban it from me.
My dad (a strict catholic) has this tendency to watch me play DA I and
has called it “the devil’s work” for two things: 1- Three of the demons
have deadly sin names (Rage, Sloth and Envy) and 2- There’s a weapon
called The Morning Star which is another name for Satan. I like to
believe he’s joking but it’s still worrying because what must he think