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Am I doing this right? Hello? Pokes head round door. Is this where the old folks hang out? Damn, some of you are still half my age but whatever. I was a 70s child (1971 to be exact) so I’ll let you do the math.

My name is Ang and the main reason I’m on tumblr is to get my MCR fix. I’ve been MCR trash since 2005, and I also like Green Day, P!ATD, Linkin Park, Thrice, and pretty much anything in that genre. My 19 yr old also loves MCR and has been my concert buddy since I dragged her to see Green Day when she was 7, but my 14 yr old seems to have a mind of his own and won’t be converted. We still love him tho, despite this glaring personality flaw. My husband likes my music too. Except for Death Spells which he just doesn’t understand.

Oh! And I’m going to see Frank in April and I’m more excited than I can express!

Anyway, haiiii everybody!

Who Do I Choose?

Summary: You need to choose between your father, Tony Stark, and your soulmate, Steve Rogers as the events of Civil War occur. Part 2 of Never Will I Ever.

Word count: 1736

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Genre: Angst, soulmate au

Warnings: Angsty, Civil War spoilers if you haven’t seen it.

Author’s Note: This honestly seemed a lot better in my head, so I hope its good and that people like it. I promised part 2  tonight and damn it I made it happen even though its 3am…

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Long May She Reign

Rating: ★★★★☆ (4/5)

Short Blurb: Freya has always been an outsider at court — too anxious to fit in, and more interested in doing experiments in her lab than making polite conversation. But when everyone ahead of her in line for the throne is poisoned, Freya must take the crown and figure out who the murderer is, before she is either killed or deposed by those her suspect her.

I went into this book with high hopes. After all, I read the author’s Feminist Fiction blog and nearly always agree with everything she has to say, so it seemed like her writing should be a perfect fit! Add in a starting idea that intrigued me from the first time I saw the blurb and a protagonist with an unusual interest for the genre (science! experiments! explosions!), and I expected a great story.

So at first I was a little disappointed. The writing wasn’t spectacular, so there wasn’t much to hold my interest until the plot picked up. But one thing that annoyed me more than that was Freya’s disdain for the girls at court who managed to fit in while she couldn’t. Here was an author who had written about how unnecessary girl hate is in books, doing it herself? But as the story progressed, I realized something: Rhiannon Thomas is really smart. Freya has to learn a lot, quickly, as she becomes queen, and one of the things she learns is not to judge other girls so harshly! It adds a relatable aspect to the book, as I think anyone who’s ever felt left out of the group can start to unnecessarily hate on other people just because they were better able to adapt than we were. This part of the book may have been absolute genius.

And that’s not the only part of Freya’s character development. I don’t want to spoil the journey of the book, but the further into the story the more I enjoyed seeing where Freya’s character went.

So now to cover the mystery premise of the book! I have to say, while there were a few suspects you could immediately disregard, the answer truly wasn’t obvious. I didn’t figure it out until Freya did, so I think this part was very well done. All the clues were there, but hardly obvious.

One thing that was less well done, I would say, was the romance. I didn’t have any major problems with it, I guess. I liked that Fitzroy didn’t get to be asshole for longer than one or two scenes, because I am so over the rude, brooding love interest that the protagonist likes for no discernible reason. We got a real apology for his unnecessary rudeness, and real remorse. But he just wasn’t that interesting. There was more chemistry between Freya and her best friend Naomi (get it? chemistry? because she’s a scientist? i’m hilarious). If the author didn’t want to go with that, I would have preferred Fitzroy just being a good friend that she makes, rather than a romance that didn’t seem to have much behind it. Also, why “Fitzroy”? There was a part of the book where she asked if he wanted to be called by his first name, William, and I was like yes! please, please just call him William! But he was like “nah, totally just call me by the name that was made up to remind me that I’m a bastard my father only sometimes acknowledges”. Ok buddy. Your choice.

But let’s leave behind the mediocre and return to what went well. The way Freya saves the day! Major spoilers, so I won’t go into detail, but I loved it.

I think that’s all I have to say. Despite a shaky start and a forgettable romance, the science, mystery, and character development of the book made this a great read!

All My Days I’ll Know Your Face

Summary: When a new kid starts at Phil’s school, Phil certainly doesn’t expect him to be everything he ever could have hoped for in a friend and more. Can he convince him to let go of the past and audition for the school musical? And what about those feelings that somehow seem to pop up when he least expects them?

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, High school AU

Extra tags: Getting together, strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: Bullying, homophobia mention, some swearing

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A/N: Inspired by Dan and Phil’s recent comments, “I really think that 14-year-old Dan and 14-year-old Phil would have gotten along quite well.” “I think they’d have been friends”, as well as my recent Glee rewatch and obsession with theatrekid!Dan. Big thanks to Kirsten (cafephan) for encouraging me to write this, as it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I hope you enjoy!!

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Love in Time (Chapter 12)

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Angst

A/N: One more chapter left!! (Cries More)

Previous Chapter: Chapter 11 | Final Chapter


“Mama!” Agust said as he came running towards her out of her brother’s house, followed by her brother. Agust seemed to have grown a few inches since she last saw him. If he continued to grow at this rate, he’d be up to her shoulder by his birthday. Jaisa fell to her knees so she could meet her son’s hug, “I missed you, my sweet.” Agust pulled back from her a little bit so he could look at her, “I thought we were going to fly to Texas to meet you.” Her brother appeared behind Agust, “I was just thinking that, Agust.” Jaisa threw an apologetic look over her brother’s shoulder, “Sorry, Aiden. It was a last minute decision…”

Aiden looked at her suspicious. “…Well you got here just in time to eat lunch.” Aiden looked down at Agust, “Please go inside and tell your aunt to make another plate for your mother.” Agust quickly ran back inside the house to tell his wife. “Now Jaisa…Why are you really here?” Of course her brother knew something else was going on. “I need you to get Agust and I fake IDs…I promise I’ll explain everything later.” Aiden grasped her arm, “Why do you need fake IDs?! You need to tell me what’s going on right now.” His voice was laced with alarm. “I was just about to ask that same question,” an all too familiar voice came from behind them. Jaisa turned and clapped a hand over her mouth. Standing on her brother’s front lawn was the father of her child. “Where the hell is my son, Jaisa?” Yoongi said in a voice laced with anger. “Take me to him…Now!”


The whole flight to London, Yoongi let the anger build up in his chest. How could she do this to me? She left him because she was pregnant and didn’t want to be without money. Why had she let him believe Agust was her boyfriend as opposed to telling him the truth? Yoongi had so many questions for her. Due to his upbringing, he should have called his uncle to have her disposed of, but that’s not how he wanted to handle it. Yoongi was going to take sole custody of Agust, and never allow Jaisa to see him ever again.

Yoongi would make sure he could rob Jaisa of Agust, the same way she robbed him all these years. As Yoongi got in the car that was waiting for him, he thought about all the ways he could hurt her. Time must have flown by because before he knew it, they were pulling to a tan house. He knew this was the right place, because Jaisa and her brother were outside. They seemed to be so engrossed in their conversation because neither of them noticed his car pull up. “Stay here.” Yoongi exited the car, and caught their conversation. “I need you to get Agust and I fake IDs…I promise I’ll explain everything later.” he heard her say as he approached them. “Why do you need fake IDs?! You need to tell me what’s going on right now.” A black man, who must be her older brother said to her.

Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from saying, “I was just about to ask that same question.” He said announcing himself. When Jaisa turned towards him, he saw fear in her eyes. Good, she needed to be scared of him. “Where the hell is my son, Jaisa?” he said.  “Take me to him…Now!” Jaisa stood her ground, by folding her arms across her chest. “No.” Yoongi wanted to blow his fuse. “You kept him away from me for seven years! And you think you can tell me no?!” He roared at her. “Please calm down.” Her brother stepped in front of her and tried to stop his advance. “We don’t need a scene.” At this point Yoongi didn’t care about making a scene, he wanted to let the world know how much Jaisa was a bitch for keeping his son away from him. Yoongi shoved her brother away and pointed at her. “Take me to him now!”

“No!” Jaisa yelled at him again. “Leave us alone. You’re a bully and a lair. Just leave.” If Yoongi wasn’t angry he probably would have laughed. “Me a lair? You lied to me! Not once did you tell me Agust was my son. That’s seven years wasted, Jaisa.” Her brother approached them again. “Wait a minute… You said he didn’t want anything to do with Agust.” Jaisa looked annoyed at her brother. “He didn’t! He doesn’t even want…” Yoongi had to cut her off, “Just because I said I don’t want kids, doesn’t mean you can’t tell me about the one I have.” Her brother stood next to him with a disappointed look on his face, “You can’t not tell a man he has a son, Jaisa.”

“Jaisa, when my lawyers are done, you will be left with nothing. Trust me.” Jaisa swung at him, connecting with his right cheek, surprising him. “You can go to hell, Min Yoongi. You are not going anywhere near him.” Yoongi was about to yell back at him, but small fist started hitting him. “Leave my mom alone!”


“Agust no! Please…” Jaisa pulled him away from Yoongi, “Go back into the house, you’ll be safe!” Agust shook his head hard, “I can’t let him hurt you, mama.” Jaisa got on her knees, “He won’t hurt me.” Agust looked confused, “Why were you yelling at him and hitting him? You never yell or hit anyone.” Jaisa wanted to carry him inside the house, but she just sat there and cried. She wished she never saw Yoongi at Olivia’s wedding, because none of this would have happened. Suddenly arms wrapped around them, “Stop crying.” Yoongi whispered. His arms felt like a warm blanket. Aiden stood above them, “Can we move this into the house? Your neighbors are looking.”


When everyone calmed down, her brother Aiden took Agust from the room so they could talk. “The only reason I am talking to you now is because… I decided I don’t want Agust to grow up without a mother, like I did.” He leaned forward in his chair. “My lawyers will draw up papers that will allow you to see him at my discretion.” Jaisa just looked down at her hands and quietly said, “You can go ahead and kill me.” Yoongi didn’t expect that to come out of her mouth. “What did you say?” Jaisa looked at him this time when she spoke. “Take your gun out and shoot me. Or poison me. Do whatever your crime organization does to people they don’t like. If you take my son, it will be over my dead body.”

Yoongi went to speak about how she was wrong, but she continued talking. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this.” Keeping his voice low he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” Yoongi was finally letting his sadness show. He’d missed so many years with Agust. “I know I said I didn’t want kids, but did you really think I would have taken care of you? I would have dropped out of school, gotten a second job just to support you.” Jaisa looked torn, but stayed silent. “I thought you knew me better than that, Jaisa.”

Something changed in her eyes, “I could say the same for you.” She paused, “Why didn’t you tell me you were in a crime organization? Or that you killed a man?” Yoongi shook his head, “So you read articles online” She shook her head back, “Your uncle visit me the evening I left you. That’s why I left you.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes, “You’re lying.” Jaisa mouth fell opening in disbelief, “As much as I love being a mother, it was very hard doing everything by myself. One time early morning, I had to stay up with him because he was sick and crying. Then I started crying, too, because I need someone to relieve me. But I couldn’t have that, because you were his father.”

Yoongi felt guilty that she had been left alone. “You could have contacted me. I would have forgiven you if I knew you were pregnant.” Jaisa looked at him with fire in her eyes. “No, I couldn’t. Your uncle threatened to kill me and make it look like an accident if I didn’t up with you. Even if I tried to contact you.” She had tears spilling from her eyes. “When I saw the pictures of us in The Bahamas, I was wasn’t just running away from you. I was running away from your uncle, too.”

I’m watching La La Land and it’s ok but it could be a lot better!

  • Ryan Gosling didn’t seem suited to the musical aspects of the role, maybe cast a different hearthrob with more experience in the genre, like Zac Efron
  • Emma Stone similarly didn’t seem to thrive with the singing and dancing, so maybe cast someone again with experience and heck why not someone with proven chemistry with zac efron.. maybe vanessa hudgens
  • Maybe if the male love interest was into something a little more relatable than Jazz? Like maybe basketball? 
  • Female character seemed a little flat, maybe if she was also incredibly gifted with math and science? 
  • Setting of LA wasn’t particularly relatable, maybe if it was set somewhere universal? Like High School? 
  • Just watch High School Musical

So, when I was doing my thesis on whether or not fanfiction should be considered a legitimate genre of literature, my advising professor asked me for examples.  I gave him the generic ones, of course - “Pride & Prejudice and Zombies” is a horror fanfic of “Pride & Prejudice”, “50 Shades of Grey” is an erotica fic of “Twilight" - and that seemed to make him understand what fanfiction is, but not how it’s useful.  So I thought about it, and, after about a minute, I said, “Paradise Lost is basically a fanfiction of the Book of Genesis.  And The Divine Comedy is an epic self-insertion fic for Catholic doctrine.  So, basically, you were teaching us fanfiction last semester.”  I had never before seen a grown man’s eyes widen with such fear, incomprehension, disgust, awe, and understanding.

Bad Boy Turned Good

Summary: Dan is a teenager who’s a bad boy/trouble maker and doesn’t get along with his parents because of his behavior. They care about their reputation around town so the summer he does turns 16, they send him off to stay at the Lester’s (best friends of his parents) where he meets their teen son Phil, who is completely innocent. They don’t get along at first because they’re total opposites. Dan’s forced to spend time with Phil throughout the summer before school starts again and they eventually get along with each other and become best friends/lovers.

Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 8,014

Triggers/Warnings: alcohol/drinking, smoking, swearing, noncon kinda

A/N: This was meant to be my pbb for this year but i dropped out but since I had so much written, I decided to finish the fic. I’m sorry if it seemed rushed at the end, I just kinda wanted to finish it tbh lol. And this isn’t betad, sorry for any mistakes!

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff; Soulmate!AU where you can hear music only if you have a soulmate.

Word Count: Roughly 3K

Note: Happy Birthday to our very own Min Yoongi! This is basically my way of trying to celebrate it, and it was supposed to only be a drabble but… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

The silence only lasts for a moment. It’s brief, and it’s fleeting, just like your love seems to be.

Jinyoung’s looking at you, you can tell; you don’t need to look at him to know it, since you can feel his heavy gaze resting just between your shoulders, under your neck. The air is cold, just like your heart, and when you finally turn around, to meet his eyes, the gale stops too, as though it knows. Your head is empty, no soft music murmuring into it, and when you look at him, you can tell from the hollowness of his eyes that his is too.

“I guess…” You speak first, softly, fists clenching, “I guess this is where it ends?”

“It doesn’t have to.” He answers, just as quiet, though his stance speaks volumes, “We can still try.”

“It doesn’t work that way.” You cross your arms, head still ringing from the silence, and it’s tough trying to stop your eyes from stinging, “You…You know that as well as I do.”

“Soulmates aren’t everything, Y/N.” Jinyoung asserts, looking at you with his eyes crinkled, not in joy, but in solemnity, “Just because you don’t hear anything doesn’t mean you can’t feel it.”

“You found your soulmate though,” Your words are flat, dead, “I have no place in your life anymore Jinyoung, and I think…I think we both need to accept this.”

You hold up your wrist, showing him the faded mark.

“My soulmate’s dead. There’s no way to turn that around, and I’m okay. But you’re not,” You gesture helplessly at his wrist, where an intricate pattern of flowers blooms beautifully, rich with its pink hues, “You still have someone out there waiting for you, crossing their fingers to find their soulmate, so you can’t leave them all by themselves.”

The tears finally spill out as you take his hands—his warm hands—in yours, smiling up at him through blurry vision.

“Y/N—” He breathes out, his own eyes glistening, and you shush him, reaching up to card a hand through his hair.

“Always remember,” You say gently, voice shaking, before you lean up to press your trembling lips against his, letting the tears slip freely, “That I love you.”

He looks at you once, before his arms come to wrap around you, and you let him.

This is a goodbye, after all.

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Infatuation (pt3)

Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

“I flash my friends a pleading look, and they just stare at me with bewilderment, clearly questioning my actions as much as I was. I quickly plop myself down in the seat beside Taehyung, trying to ignore the curious looks I was getting from his teammates.

“Everyone, this is Y/n.” ”

Genre: Fluff | Angst
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 3196

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Wholesome Week!

One of the biggest perks of my job is that I get to work in a lot of different formats and genres and thus meet new communities all the time, but as the SVTFOE fandom kicks off Wholesome Week, I just want to take a wholesome moment to say how much I have enjoyed discovering the animation community here on Tumblr (and other social networks by extension, but it seems to be concentrated here). Interacting with both creatives and fans over the past couple of years has made me really happy, and this place is a heart-filling Zelda-fairy fountain to which I gladly return after my weary travels.

This pic is a collection of fan-made stickers that hangs in my son’s nursery. I am indoctrinating him early. When my young nieces were visiting a few weeks ago, they would point at all the characters and ask “who’s that? who’s that? what’s that?” and I would talk about how Star and Marco are best friends, and how Ludo wants to be a bad guy but isn’t always very good at it, and how Toffee made Star destroy her wand (spoilers!), and why Tom is holding a bunny, and so on. And it was weird and wonderful to be explaining such a crazy world to young minds for the first time, and to feel like a small part of it all.

So as we prepare for this launch into the final stretch of season 2, I tip my hat to all of you, and to @daronnefcy, @dominicbisignano, Aaron Hammersley, @giancarlovolpe@zachsleepshere, @brettvaron, @arythusa, @amelia-lorenz, @hug-bees@rollainedraws, @evonyo, @beckyandfrank, other SVTFOE artists I haven’t found yet on Tumblr, and the whole crew for making this amazing, ridiculous, heart-tugging magical unicorn of a show, and for letting me tag along.

Books that I have read in 2016 + a summary in 10 words or less:

Conclusion: I need to read more books, but I seem to have found my genre (and it´s very gay).

I will never be her

Originally posted by omgfishy

Part 1 / Part 2

Genre: angsty angst

Characters: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Inspired by the song I Hate U I Love U by Gnash. You aren’t together anymore but that doesn’t stop you from missing him even if he’s in love with someone else.

“Feeling used
But I’m still missing you
And I can’t see the end of this
Just wanna feel your kiss
Against my lips “

Everyday you seem to wake up with the same empty feeling. Moving on your bed, trying to find warmth in the lonely bed sheets. Curtains closed, no birds chirping just the sound of rain falling onto the ground outside your window. You lay there for a couple of minutes reminiscing, but thinking won’t change anything.

Getting up seemed like a chore or a task that you didn’t want to do anymore. But you got up anyways because life still goes on, right? Or so you tried to convince yourself.

Breakfast didn’t have as much appeal. You were never a good cook anyways, well, not as good as him. The only times you were okay with waking up alone was you woke up by the smell of food, which meant he was cooking for you. But there wasn’t any smell of food made with love, just the smell of the meals you occasionally made for yourself accompanied by bottles of whiskey in very lonely nights.

You decided to visit a local friend’s coffee shop to get caffeine and breakfast since you didn’t have the energy to make those things today. Heading out the house, you opened your umbrella and began walking.

“I miss you when I can’t sleep
Or right after coffee
Or right when I can’t eat”

You close your umbrella and quickly enter the shop. As you enter, a little bell rang from the door making your friend and owner of the shop look up to see you. He smiled and called you “Y/N, long time no seen!”. You smiled back, placing the umbrella beside the door and walking his way.

“So, how has everything be- wow are you okay? You look really tired” he said cutting himself off mid sentence as he studied your face carefully. You faked a smile and said to him “I’m fine Junmyeon, just woke up on the wrong foot I guess”. He looked at you with a serious glare, clearly not believing your lame excuse. He knew you too much to be oblivious about how you have been since the break up.

“Are you sure? Because the bags under your bags tell me something else” he said waiting for what you had to say but he already knew why you were like this. You groaned “Okay so I haven’t been sleeping well for a while now, big deal” you said trying to look anywhere but his eyes. Because you could talk all you wanted about how splendid your life was going but the look in your eyes would be a dead give away about how you truly felt.

Junmyeon sighed and asked “Is this because of Baekhyun?”. You stayed silent. “Y/N, You are holding on to this memory of him and you’re just hurting yourself more that you even realize. I think it’s time to move on” he said, in hopes that you will see what’s best for you. But it’s not that easy. Baekhyun was your everything. He was your mornings and nights. He was the warmth you have always needed. He was what you’ve always dreamed of. He made you feel in the honeymoon phase for the time your relationship lasted. He had influenced anything and everything in your life.

You silently chuckled and said “It’s easier said than done. It may have been months since we separated but the feelings are still there. I’ve tried Junmyeon, I have but it’s not that easy to erase him from head”. His eyes sadden while hearing you, he detested seeing you like this for a guy. “But you can try going out and doing different stuff, you know, that can take your mind off for a while. You can’t just have the same routine every day and expect to change”.

He was right, and you hated that he was right. But who are you going to spend time with? Most of your friends (including Junmyeon) are friends of Baekhyun too and you don’t want too keep explaining how you feel about the whole situation. You talked to Junmyeon because you have become close to him over the years and the trust grew on its own. Other friends you had where the people you knew in college but those aren’t really around anymore.

You sighed “Whatever, just get me a latte and a blueberry muffin. I came here for food, not to get lectured”. His expression quickly changed as he placed his hand on his chest, like he was hurt by your words. He the laughed it off because he knew you weren’t mad at him or anything, just frustrated “Yah! Don’t be so mean to me, I’m just trying to help”. You laughed, then walked over to a table and waited for your breakfast.

“All alone I watch you watch her
She is the only thing you ever see
How is it you never notice
That you are slowly killing me”

A few minutes went by as you were waiting. Just as your friend was on his way to give you your order, the bell from the door rang making the both of you look to the entrance. Junmyeon froze in front of you and you couldn’t take your eyes off who had just entered the coffee shop. It was him. The one you so desperately needed by your side again. The one who made your heart flutter but at the same time break into pieces. It was Baekhyun. But he wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by a girl.

You watched as he took her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers and walking over to order. You looked to Junmyeon and he was already looking at you. His face was cover by a look of pity as he stuttered trying to find the words to say “… Y/N, I-I’m so sor-“  but you interrupted him before he could speak any further "Don’t.., just go. You have a job to get back to”. He smiled weakly as he took a hold of your hand and squeezed it  “I’ll be back” and with that, he took off.

As much as you wanted to avoid them, you couldn’t. You watched the way they looked at each other, how they laughed together, how he hold her hand, how his eyes glowed while he looked at her with love. The same glow he used to have when he saw you, the glow you thought would forever remain but faded away with time. That was the cruel reality, he was gone from your grasp. You couldn’t have him anymore, he moved on and found someone else.

But you couldn’t blame him. I mean, look at her. She was everything you ever dreamed of being. Long hair, long legs, light skin stone and perfect pearly white smile. You thought to yourself; Why wouldn’t he fall for a girl like her? Why wouldn’t he replace a girl like you for a girl like her?

Junmyeon finished with their order and they walked over to one of the tables near you. You look down and your heart stopped beating as they pasted by you. The smell of his cologne and her floral perfume filled your nostrils and it will definitely haunt you later at night. You sat there with a now cold latte, a half eaten blueberry muffin and a overwhelming feeling of emptiness in your heart.

You couldn’t take it a second longer, if you stayed there waiting for Junmyeon to come back, he would come to a silently sobbing mess. You stood and walked over to your friend, grabbing some cash from your pockets and handing it to him. You smiled at him and walked away before he could say anything to you.

You took your umbrella and stepped out the shop, ready to let grief take over you. Before leaving, you glanced over their way for one last time. Baekhyun was looking outside as the girl talked to him and his eyes landed on you, both of you making eye contact. You froze in his gaze, not knowing what to do. You were about to kindly wave at him but he was already looking away from you and to the girl he was with.

You looked away too, feeling your eyes beginning to water a bit and walked away. This wasn’t your fairy tale. He wasn’t your prince and you weren’t his princess. You had come to the realization that your story simply doesn’t have a happy ending and there’s nothing you can do to change it.

A\N: First fan fiction I made that i actually really liked, tbh. How about you? Did you like it? If you did feel free to leave a message or an question on my inbox, I’d really appreciate it.  Request for angst, fluff, comedy or smut are open! *sends virtual hugs and kisses*

Three Seems To Be A Lucky Number

Okay, my sweets, in the grand old tradition of my writing history, I have nervously returned with a completely random sort of Drabble and I would just like to say in advance, I am so sorry that this is what I decided to return with, lmfao, fml. Idek, I just wanted to write something cliched and typical, and I’ve been taking my inspiration where I can get it, so I hope it isn’t as terrible as I worry it might be ^^

♡Lil’ Disclaimer♡
Genre: Smut/Fluff/AU/Might as well be a Drabble for me (less that 5k words)
Requested: My apologies, no.
Warnings: possibly crude smut, other than that, I can’t think of anything. This is a very, very tame one for me ^^)

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Originally posted by jeonify

“Just five more push ups, and you’re free to do whatever you want for the rest of the night, I promise…“ It sounds like a nice compromise, I know it does.
But that doesn’t mean it actually is, or that it’s a manageable feat. Which it is not.
What my boyfriend, the guy whose currently playing the role of my drill sergeant, can’t seem to accept, is that my core strength happens to be nonexistent. There is no way I’m doing even one more push up. It’s a miracle I made it to the first five, let alone the even ten this torturer is insisting I achieve. What more does this guy even want from me?
I mean, to me, five seems like a nice solid number. Why try for more?
"Jeon, I really don’t think I can,” I whine, without a hint of grace. My arms feel limp, and I’m not sure my brain can convince my muscles to tense up enough to lift my upper body, even if I wanted to.
“What if I buy you ice cream, is that incentive enough for you?” He offers, quite literally sweetening the deal but I’m still not sure it’s enough, and to be quite frank I just don’t wanna.
Honestly why my lazy ass thought it would be a good idea to date a personal trainer is beyond me. Three months in, and I finally see it was a stupid idea.
“Stop sulking. You asked me to do this remember?” He reminds me, unnecessarily.
I do remember, unfortunately.

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It all points to you - pt.1

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Soulmate AU requested by anon.
One shot(x) or Chapter (x) pt.½ || (next part)
Word count:
Warnings: none
Fluff? Maybe a Tiny Speck of angst?
A/N: I’m tremendously sorry for all the tardiness!! University has started so it’s all gotten pretty hectic.. to make it to to you, I’ve decided this is gonna be a two chapter fic! The next chapter will be probably uploaded next week tho, as I have yet to finish it. Also, this isn’t some of my best work.. it really isn’t…so please bear with me. Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors!

The world seemed to work in odd, surprising ways. For every person existed another, tied together by an inconspicuous red string of fate. Those, no one could see, though they had no reason to. On each person’s wrist lay imprinted a compass, working restlessly all hour of every day of every year, hoping for the bearers’ attention to glance their way just at the right moment, just at the right second the string’s ends could intertwine.

At least half of the population was a result of this, of having been aware at the time their half crossed their path. They were, mostly, the married and the bearers of children.

Some say it destiny proven to be true. Yet in the back of most people’s minds flashed a thought very possible. That is, while they say that, one way or another, pairs will have more than one chance to meet, there are those who never stop wondering.

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undeniably | woozi

Originally posted by mountean

genre: it’s pure fluff and it made my heart ache when i wrote it (i listened to butterfly by bts when writing it and it made me cry a lil omg). i have such a lil soft spot for woozi, he’s a talented and adorable person omg

word count: 1.3k

warning: none! 

You lay on the floor, your headphones covering your ears, as you blocked out the world around you. It seemed to be quiet everywhere you went, the class you attended only had six people attend it even though there was supposed to be thirty. Your afternoon art class only had four students instead of its usual twelve. Your phone was on loud but it remained silent as everyone in your life seemed to not need a conversation with you.

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Tastes Like Love

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Three different sweet treats for a very sweet day.
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings
1,925 words

Notes: So…it’s been too long…LMAO. I haven’t been happy with my writing lately and I can’t seem to put any ideas into words but last night I got this little idea and ran to write something before it escaped! It’s not much but at least it’s an update. Here’s the visual of the cookie I mentioned down there, if you want. Happy (belated) Valentine’s day y’all! <3 Enjoy!

It’s around 9 in the morning when the team finally lands at the Avengers facility, having flown an all night flight after a mission in a remote place in the globe. Everyone is just so tired and so damn sleepy that the usual formalities are forgotten and Steve settles for a late debrief, after they’re all rested and fed, at least.

All Bucky can think about is taking a shower and hitting the sheets.

He knows it’s Valentine’s Day and he knows that it’s likely that his doll would be anxiously waiting for him to come home, but the idea of a shower and a nap is just too appealing for him to pass away.

That is, until he finally arrives home.

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Not My Problem | 03


pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 |

Words: 8.118

Genre: Modern kingdom au + angst

Summary: If you were to ask your parents, they’d burst out sobbing. Just looking at their picture was enough for you. You may have seemed rough on the outside, but inside, you were just as broken as everyone else. And there was nothing wrong with that.

A/N: there’s a lot of storytelling in this chap, so I’m sorry for that. to make it up, there’s a special surprise in this part ;)

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(un)deniable. | taeyong

Member: Lee Taeyong / Reader
Group: NCT
Word Count: 2,400+
Genre/Warning(s): college!au, romance, fluff
A/N: requested by @perrpfoudre Thank you for being so specific with your request, it really helped a ton. I also apologize for taking ages to post this, I know this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, but thanks for being patient. I hope you enjoy, darlings!

Originally posted by taesyong


Late in the evening, just before dusk breaks, water trickles between the spaces of your soapy fingers to run along the ceramic plate. The silence wrapping around your frame seems oddly comforting, despite being accompanied by another with little to no words. At least he’s assisting you while washing the dishes from the dinner your family had devoured.

And yet, even as he stands next to you and rinses the dishes you pass him, there’s a space for conversation that neither of you care to fill. Many would call it awkward or perhaps even rude for a guest to remain so quiet, unwilling to offer some kind of casual chit-chat, but you’d beg to differ just this once.

Lee Taeyong is an exception, for his silent nature isn’t disconcerting.

In fact, it’s compelling.

You give him fleeting glances, like a child filled with insatiable curiosity toward something new; something fascinatingly unusual. That something for you is Taeyong.

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Ease - Part 4




SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve given me so far! nicest fandom to be in tbh

Originally posted by jeonbase

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Tae [9:45]
cupcake shop. Be there at 10. I’VE GOT NEWS!!!!

Tae [10:01]
make that quarter past. Jin trapped me in the bathroom.

It was the morning after you had seen Taehyung kissing Yeji at the party, and with that image still fresh in your mind, you could already guess what Taehyung’s ‘big news’ was. It was surprising how quickly Taehyung wanted to discuss the situation, but then again, there had never been any secrets between you two.

Well, all except the one where you had a small crush on your best friend. Almost no secrets.

It took you five minutes to work up the courage to go into the main living area of your house, worried about meeting one of the girls on the way. You couldn’t deal with any more lectures about saving electricity or keeping the noise down, as you had enough on your plate as it was. Did those girls even understand what a tough time you’d been having?

Making your way out of your room cautiously, you paused as you spotted a girl sitting at the table in the kitchen area. Normally you would’ve made a quick exit, seeing as your housemates weren’t exactly the friendliest bunch. However, this girl you’d never seen before. Her short black hair was divided into two ponytails on each side of her head, and her pyjamas were pink and covered in teddy bears, making her very innocent-looking.

At this moment, the girl looked up and caught sight of you, her face lighting up. “Y/N!” she called out happily, standing up and giving you a bow. “Glad to finally meet you! Heard so many good things from Jiwon and Yeona; feels like I know you already!”

You stood there in silence, your eyes wide open in bewilderment.

“Wait… do you even know me?” she questioned, before breaking into fits of laughter, her hair flopping about like crazy. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Mijung.” When you still didn’t reply, she added, “I live here also.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage, giving Mijung a weak smile. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Don’t tell me the others haven’t mentioned me? Yah, what have I told them about being polite? I bet they’ve been grumpy too. Had a lot of problems, so I’ve been told. But they seem to like you, so they can’t have been too bad!”

You almost choked on your own saliva. “I’m sorry?” you spluttered. “They like me?”

Mijung nodded, her face frowning. “Haven’t they been very nice?” You didn’t reply, but your silence was enough confirmation. Mijung sighed, clutching her forehead as if she had a headache. “Yeona’s been having money problems. Her father lost his job so she’s probably very stressed, the poor thing. And Jiwon, she’s retaking exams and her parents aren’t happy about it. Those two not the most outgoing people to begin with, but I hope they haven’t been giving you too much trouble. I’ll have a word with them, don’t you worry. Then we can have a group meal this evening, get you some proper introductions. Tsk.”

Turning around, she went to the fridge and pulled out some more breakfast, adding to the pile she already had on the table. She was still talking, but quieter this time, as if she was talking to herself. “Those girls… they never do what I ask…”

Deciding it was best to be off, you left to meet Taehyung, immediately noticing how much happier you felt knowing at least one of your housemates wasn’t completely rude. You felt slightly guilty for judging Yeona and Jiwon so quickly, as you didn’t even think that they could be going through complications too. It explained a lot about their complaints. Got to stop thinking about yourself, Y/N, you thought firmly. No more wallowing in self-pity.

With that in mind, you strolled down the street with a new heart, brushing the one that had crumbled so easily the night before under the carpet.

You [10:09]
just met the last one of my housemates. imagine you after you’ve had three cups of coffee – that sums her up. 10:20 okay?

Tae [10:10]
I’m not afraid of competition. I’ve drunk two cups already and I can feel it in my bones

Tae [10:10]
Hurry up though, because I will eat your cupcake. The coconut and mango one.

You [10:11]

The cupcake shop was fast becoming one of your favourite places to be: set on the corner of a street, the wall of windows soaked up the sunshine of early spring. Small tables were set up in rows opposite the tills and cupcakes in the glass display, with soft brown chairs pulled up at each one. Taehyung was sat in one of those chairs in the far corner, hugging a zig-zag patterned cushion and staring out the window.

You took a moment to watch him, with his carrot-top hair already fading into pastel orange, his soft eyes half-closed as he basked in the warmth of the sun’s rays. As you sat down opposite him, a smile split across his face, making his eyes sparkle. You swallowed forcefully, feeling the familiar flip of your stomach. Diverting your gaze from Taehyung’s relaxed figure, you peered at the huge cupcakes sitting in front of you.

“I see slight abrasions on the icing.”

“That was the person at the counter when they were putting it on the tray,” Taehyung shot back, his voice calm like he had planned his answer.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were looking forward to eating too much to ask any more questions. Taking a huge bite of your cake, you smiled at Taehyung sweetly, fully aware you were giving him a pretty disgusting sight. Laughing, Taehyung did the same, covering his mouth with icing in the process.

“Hey, Y/N, do you like my beard?” asked Taehyung cheekily, smearing the icing down his chin.

“You look like an old man,” you teased. “Oh, Master Taehyung, teach me some words of wisdom.”

A naughty glint appeared in Taehyung’s eye. “I’ll show you, if you like.” Before you knew what was happening, Taehyung had shoved your cupcake straight into the middle of your face.

Spitting out bits of icing and wiping your stinging eyes, you heard Taehyung break down in fits of laughter, wiping his chin clean with a single swipe.

“That was evil!” you cried, doing your best to wipe off the icing before it grew sticky. Meanwhile, Taehyung now lay sideways on his chair, tears forming as his laughs grew silent. “Taehyung!”

“Your face!” he cackled, throwing his head back as a new wave of laughs hit him.

“I look disgusting! Tae, has it all gone?” you asked, desperately grabbing napkins.

Once he had regained his composure, Taehyung looked back at you, scanning your face. “Almost.” Reaching across the table, you felt his thumb sweep your bottom lip, then your hairline, then the corner of your eye. Each time you felt his touch your breath hitched, and your hands started to wobble. His expression grew solemn as he concentrated on gently brushing your skin.

“All gone,” Taehyung said, your cheeks beginning to burn.

He remained completely oblivious to the internal meltdown you were having, and instead steamrolled on in his usual fashion. “So anyway, my news!”

That brought your mood down. “Yeah,” you replied, knowing that there was no enthusiasm in your words. “Your news.”

“Remember how I found Yeji in the club yesterday? Well, I said hi to her again and she actually remembered my name! Remember when she called me Taemin? Anyway, then I asked her…”

You began to zone out as his words made the butterflies in your stomach turn into stones. The atmosphere had been so nice until Taehyung had brought up Yeji. Not that it was his fault, of course. He had every right to be happy that he got with his high school crush, seeing as he didn’t know how you felt towards him. When it was just you and Taehyung, you realised, it made you calm in a way that you couldn’t quite understand. He was comfort, and it gave you peace. But now, he was invested in another girl. Would you ever get that same comfort again?

“Y/N? Are you even here?” Taehyung asked, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Shaking yourself back to the present, you tried to remember what Taehyung was talking about. Ahh, yes. Yeji. “So, you kissed her. Well done.”

“Ye- wait, what? How did you know?”

You blinked. “Uhh… just assumed, I guess,” you lied. The last thing you wanted was for Taehyung to know that you saw his intimate moment, or that you went home without mentioning it. Too many questions, not enough answers. One thing was for sure: you wanted to be happy for Taehyung. He was always pining for a girl he couldn’t have, or turning girls down because his parents wouldn’t approve. After seeing him in his darkest of days, you knew what a girl like Yeji could do for his confidence.

“I think she wants to meet up later. Can’t believe this is finally happening,” said Taehyung, staring at your hands that you lay casually on the table.

Soon after the words left his mouth, you heard a high-pitched squeal and a ‘Taehyungie’ come from behind you. You barely looked round before Yeji swept past in a perfume-scented blur to hug Taehyung.

Not that you were embarrassed by the affection, but more worried that it would come across as rude to stare, you looked at the view of the street, trying to even out your breathing. Overnight they’ve gone from bowing to hugging. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung glance over Yeji’s shoulder in your direction, but you determinedly kept your head turned, despite there being nothing at all interesting outside to look at.

“Sorry, Taehyung, are you busy?” Yeji asked, suddenly noticing you sat on the opposite side of the table. “You’re his best friend, right?”

You nodded, finally turning back to meet Yeji’s large, innocent eyes. She gave you a soft smile, bowing her head slightly as you did the same. The tension in the air was growing thicker by second, and you could see Taehyung biting his lip as the awkwardness settled upon the three of you. Normally, you would’ve tried to break the silence, but there was nothing you wanted to say to Taehyung or Yeji.

She cleared her throat. “Shall I go?”

“No, no, no,” said Taehyung quickly, grabbing her wrist. “We were just finishing. Did you want to go to the park?” When Yeji nodded happily, Taehyung stood up to leave and shrugged on his coat. “I’ll see you later, Y/N! I’ll text you.”

Then they were gone, and you were left sitting by yourself in an almost empty shop after your best friend left you again for the same girl. What’s more, you could still feel the sticky residue of the cake icing around your face, making you feel even worse. It only took a minute for Yeji to walk in and ruin your good morning.

You didn’t want to go home just yet; although the appearance of Mijung slightly improved the housemate situation, the thought of moping around all day wasn’t appealing. So, you continued to sit in the cupcake shop, staring at the empty chair that Taehyung had filled only moments previously.

You were only pulled out of your statue-like state when two boys, a little older than you, both squished onto the brown seat opposite. Looking up at them in confusion, you realised that they were the two people working behind the counter, as both wore aprons across their black uniforms. They had light brown hair that flopped across their forehead, toned muscles, and concerned looks on their faces.

“Are you okay?” asked the smaller one of the two, his doe-shaped eyes filled with worry. “I’ve never seen anyone so sad in a cupcake shop before.”

The other boy let out a sound of frustration, sucking air in through his teeth to restrain himself from saying anything to his friend. “We just thought you looked down. Can we do anything for you?”

You shook your head, looking down at your lap as you felt your eyes brimming with tears. Hearing the uneasiness in their voices struck a chord, the emotions rising in your chest. “No,” you mumbled, letting the tears spill onto your jeans as they began to overflow.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms were engulfing your small frame, the smell of flour and freshly baked cakes filling your senses. The kind gesture simply made you want to cry harder, but the boys held on tight until you demanded that you were fine.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, but they just smiled comfortingly.

“It’s not everyday someone cries after eating a mango and coconut cupcake,” the taller boy grins, his smile wide and bright.

“When you’ve made the icing, that’s debatable,” the other boy jibed, earning a poke in his ribs.

The smiley boy ignored his friend’s whines about bruising, focusing back on you. “I’m Hoseok, and he’s Yoongi. We’re going to close for lunch, but you can hang out with us if you want. Could use some new company.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corner of your lips as Yoongi began to tickle Hoseok, causing the taller boy to yell in protest. Struggling to keep Yoongi’s wiggling fingers away from his sides, Hoseok added, gasping slightly, “Please come so there’s a witness for my murder.”

“Okay, yeah,” you said, suppressing a grin. With Taehyung occupied, you realised how badly you were lacking friends. Perhaps Yoongi and Hoseok were exactly what you needed.

“This is my favourite place! I come here all the time, it’s always so quiet here.” For the last half hour, Hoseok and Yoongi had been showing you all the pretty parts in your region of Seoul, from cute flower markets to the insane shopping streets. To be more accurate, Hoseok had been showing you around, as Yoongi just went along with his younger friend. It was refreshing to hang out with new people, although Hoseok reminded you of Taehyung in many ways, making you wish he was here with you to explore. You knew he would’ve loved the gaming shop, which was packed full of everything he could only dream of. Compared to the shops in your small town on the outskirts of Daegu, this was heaven.

Hoseok had lead you down a cobblestone street, lined with cherry blossoms that had buds forming on the branches, ready for spring. The three of you had stopped outside a long white building, with a small, electric-controlled gate. Typing in the pin number, the gate buzzed and clicked as it became unlocked. Proudly, Hoseok walked up the steps, as if he was an estate agent showing off a property.

“It’s a dance studio,” announced Hoseok, his smile stretching wider. You had entered the locker room, with glass windows in the walls showing the practice space next door. “The dance club I’m in owns this place, but only a few people come here because it’s smaller than the main studio and it’s a bit out of the way of the main city,” he explained, entering the empty room.

“Are you into dancing, Y/N?” Yoongi asked, sitting down against one of the many mirrors to continue eating his lunch.

Your mind briefly thought back to all the dancing you’d done with Taehyung, but you pushed it away, not wanting to think of Taehyung for the fiftieth time in half an hour. “I enjoy it,” you said truthfully, “but I don’t do it seriously.”

“Dancing doesn’t have to be serious,” smiled Hoseok. He began fiddling with the stereo in the corner and going through his phone. After putting on an upbeat song, Hoseok started to move to the beat, his body flowing smoothly as he bounced and slid across the slightly sprung floor. “Join in!” he called to you.

Seeing you hesitating, Yoongi shouted, “Dance, you muppet!”

It was a little embarrassing dancing next to someone as talented and professional as Hoseok, but the reassuring smile he gave you throughout the song made the experience a lot more enjoyable. At first, you tried to copy Hoseok’s moves, but as he moved too fast, you gave up and instead let the rhythm control your limbs, throwing yourself into the song. When it ended, you and Hoseok were left panting, but it was exhilarating being able to let yourself go.

“You were great, Y/N! With a bit of practice, you could enter the competition, couldn’t she Yoongs?”

“Yah, what have I told you about nicknames?” Yoongi whined, his mouth stuffed with food. “But yeah, you’d have a pretty good shot.”

“What competition?” you questioned, fanning yourself with your hands.

Hoseok pointed to the wall opposite the door before collapsing down next to Yoongi, taking the half-eaten chicken and shoving it into his mouth. The wall was covered in all sorts of flyers, but a large, red poster caught your eye. It was advertising a dancing competition taking place at the end of May, which anyone could enter. First place had a prize of… 1,000,000?

“A million won for the winner?” you asked incredulously.

“Interested?” laughed Hoseok. “Yoongs and I are entering as a team, but it’d be cool to have some friendly competition. You’d have to get a dance partner as well, or several if you want, so you can’t enter solo.”


That’s why you found yourself back at Taehyung’s house, waiting for him to come home after his day out with Yeji. Jin was fast asleep on one of the sofas, his head on the arm rest and his earphones in, while Jungkook played a video game on their TV. Namjoon kept you company on the other sofa, his long legs laid on top of yours.

“Introvert or extrovert?” he asked, biting the end of the pencil he was holding.

“Tough. Probably slightly more introverted.”

Namjoon nodded, filling in your answer into the newspaper. He’d found a quiz that would find your ‘quote of the week’, and seeing as Jin was asleep and Jungkook refused point blank to participate, he’d jumped on you as soon as you entered the front door.

“So, your quote of the week is, ‘the stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.’”

“Wow, I’ve been enlightened,” you said sarcastically, watching Jungkook throw himself on the floor as he died at the same spot for the third time.

“I’m back!”

Your heart jolted in your chest as Taehyung entered, making you decide against telling him off for leaving you for the second time to see Yeji. Which was lucky, because as soon as Taehyung had stepped around the corner, Yeji followed.

Taehyung grinned widely as he caught sight of you sprawled on the sofa, but you were too focused on the fact that they were holding hands, their fingers hatched together tightly.

“Hey guys,” Taehyung said brightly. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Yeji.”

All three of your mouths dropped open, while Namjoon’s eyes were wide in shock, Jungkook’s character in the game received a gruesome death as his head whipped round in disbelief, and your heartbeat failed on you completely. You must have misheard…

“Yeji, these are my housemates, Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon, and obviously, this is my best friend, who you’ve met before.” Taehyung gave you a fleeting smile, looking slightly wary of your frozen expression.

“Hello,” Namjoon and Jungkook both mumbled, bowing their heads.

Taehyung had met Yeji yesterday. How were they already together?

“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Leaving awkwardly and dragging Yeji along, he disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as you heard the quiet click of the door, indicating them being out of earshot, Jungkook almost exploded. “Girlfriend?” he spluttered, his eyebrows upturned.

Namjoon’s eyes darted between you and the staircase where Taehyung had left the room. “Y/N,” he said slowly, “are you okay?”

The whole reason for you coming to the house was to ask Taehyung if he would dance with you in the competition. Hoseok and Yoongi went back to work shortly after you read the poster, but the instructions were clear: find a dance partner, win the competition, get money. It was like a punch to the gut. You didn’t even want to think about what Taehyung and Yeji would be getting up to in his bedroom.

But were you okay? You weren’t sure. Instead of the usual stone in your stomach, it had become a bottomless pit. Gaping wide open and utterly empty, like all your hopes and visions had been sucked into this hole and you were left feeling numb.

“I can’t ask him to be my dance partner, can I?” Your voice wobbled towards the end of your childish question, but you bit your lip in hope that no one noticed.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” said Namjoon gently.

“Namjoon, I don’t have any other friends. I need the money to pay my parents back for my rent. I guess… I guess I can find other ways of sorting it out.”

There was a thoughtful silence following your words, only disrupted by the sound of deep breathing from Jin.

“Maybe you won’t,” Jungkook pondered, absentmindedly picking at his jeans while he stared into the distance. “I’m not too shabby at dancing. I could give it a go, if you’d like.”

Your mouth fell open, not for the first time that day. “Really? You’d do that?”

“We could make a pretty good team.”

“But if you do get annoyed at him,” added Namjoon, “I’m only a phone call away.”

The boys laughed, and even you let out a giggle despite still feeling upset about Yeji. The sudden noise made Jin startle from his slumber, blinking against the harshness of the light.

You watched him notice how there had been a change in atmosphere since he had last been awake, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he peered at all three of you.

“What did I miss?”