How Would BB react if their s/o (also an Idol) writes a Song about them (everyone knows that it is about them) and their s/o would performe this Song live at an award Show?
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I think GD would be really surprised at first that you were going to perform it. Maybe he knew you’d written it, but thought it would only be between you. Nevertheless, he is so proud. And when you sang it infront of everyone, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more.
He would be so proud for the fact that you had written a song about him, but also that you were performing it. He cannot help but blush, and he enjoys your performance to the fullest loving you even more if possible.
Dae would also be so proud of his girl! Totally see him being all happy, clapping and all just watching you perform the song. Both touched by it, and all excited he probably would want you to sing it for him a million times more.
Proud proud proud!!! He would totally just show you off like - “That’s my girl”, loving the song extremely much. And he would too feel the love for you entirely more.
He would be a little shy about it at first, not because he didn’t like the fact that you performed a song about him. But because he is used to swoon you over with his songs. Now it was your turn. But he still loved everything about you, and the song and was really touched by it.
you’re not supposed to fall in love with your roommate.
it’s not just an Elsewhere University rule, one of the many you pick up during your first few months there; it’s an every-university rule.
but she is so pretty, and you are so weak when it comes to pretty girls.
at first, it is the way the sunlight shimmers on her feather-dark hair. the way her eyes sparkle, just a little bit too much like mica. the way she moves, like a shadow sliding over bricks.
but then it is the rattle when she laughs, like her chest is hollow. it is her endless fascination for anything human. it is the way she twists her neck to smile at you when you walk into the room. it is her dedication to finishing every homework assignment, even though someone like her doesn’t have to do any homework assignments, or go to class at all.
you’re not supposed to fall in love with someone who never sleeps.
but you’ve never been good at keeping to the rules– your religion is a time-worn mixture of judaism, agnosticism, and the bits and bobs of whatever your favorite grandmother is (she never quite tells you), and you’re still not sure what your gender is (or your sexuality). old rules, unflexible, unaccepting, feel like brittle prison bars.
besides, at elsewhere u, the normal rules seem a little more fluid. changeable. as long as you keep to the traditions of the school, everything else can slide by, just a bit.
you help her keep up with the homework and decipher a few of the more colloquial phrases that your american history professor likes to use. she helps you stay unnoticed on the campus. when you walk next to her, the shadows accept you as one of them.
you ask permission before you hold her hand. you ask permission to grab her dinner when you’re getting yours. you ask permission to look at her when she’s not looking at you. she tells you yes, again and again, and again. the fae cannot lie.
your best friend, aeryn, has always been fascinated by the fae. she tells you not to trust your pretty roommate. she tells you that their rules are too complicated to understand. but your roommate, but she is like you; she was not made for rules. you begin to think that perhaps she and aeryn have a lot in common; aeryn came to elsewhere u for the fae. your roommate came for the humans.
so she tells you yes, when you ask her things; and then she starts to make requests of her own. she asks if she can hear about your childhood. she asks how much you know about other cultures. she asks if you really like her, no, like-like her, she thinks she heard the term from one of the human kids in her biology class.
you blush. you tell her yes, again and again and again.
you’re not supposed to date one of the fae. that IS an elsewhere university rule, but one that’s so obvious that nobody would ever even think to tell you.
you don’t think much of the rules, the two of you; sometimes you walk through Elsewhere with her to get to class faster, and sometimes she uses your laptop (with you as a conduit) to explore the internet. you get rid of the iron and salt, you have; except a few nails near the door (even if your roommate is fae, that doesn’t stop anyone else from trying to take your stuff).
she steals your sweatshirts. you take some of the pebbles on her bedside table to play with when you can’t pay attention during class. she teases you with extremely stretched truths, which is the best she can do about the lying rule. you buy her increasingly outrageous types of soda on amazon.
she lets her glamour drop, junior year. it is an accident. you come into the room you share, and find her studying, seven feet tall, with antlers and spindly fingers. her shimmery eyes look scared when you approach. you smile, and tell her the truth– you still like her without the glamour. how could you not, when she tells the worst puns on campus and keeps you up until 3am watching vine compilations?
you didn’t know that your first kiss would involve three rows of teeth.
you are not supposed to take the fae with you when you graduate.
but would any of the staff dare to complain if one of the students leaving campus on graduation day happens to have a suitcase full of seaglass and feathers for eyebrows?
and if the neighbors think you and your wife are a little odd, they’d probably be justified. but it’s quite okay with you, you think as you fall asleep with a phantom tail wrapped tightly around your leg. after all, nobody else in town has as much fun just looking at memes. nobody else’s s.o. can make the fire in the fireplace turn blue just by winking at it.
you’re not supposed to fall in love with your roommate. but you do it anyway, and so does she.