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You’re Dating HIM (Min Kyunghoon requested)

Originally posted by amazing-rin

A/N: I really did try on this one, however I have never seen a full episode of knowing brother I know I know I am terrible it’s just I have almost no way to watch a full episode, however, I do watch some of the funny moment competitions on youtube,   so I am very sorry if I got anyone’s personality wrong and if this imagine sucked but again I did try. This was requested by @wishangewls  and I am so sorry this was in my drafts for a while and I just forgot about it because of the heat so I am really sorry. Sorry if there are any grammar or spelling errors. ~Zero

Rated: G

Reading time:10 to 15 minutes it really depends.

Word count:987

Y/B/N= your band’s name

Y/N P.O.V

I guess being a recently debuted Idol has its perks, like going on variety shows, doing live performances and fan meets. It’s terrible when you get put into scandals though, once I was hanging out with my brother and some people have seen us and the next day I am in a dating scandal that is never fun especially when you are dating another Idol. Who you ask? Well, that is a secret, for the time being, I can give you a hint though Y/B/N we are going on the same variety show with them this week. I know it doesn’t really help but we will be going public.

* Time Skip to the day we are going to film*

“Unnie, are you so excited to be on Ask Us Anything? I know that I am!” Our maknae Yuna asked while jumping up and down.

“I guess, I more nervous than anything.” I tell the younger girl honestly.

“What about you Oppa are you excited?” The younger girl asks while getting excited again.

“Yah Yuna-ah, you need to calm down because we have a long day ahead of us.” Our leader Dongwoo states in a serious tone.

“Sorry, Dongwoo Oppa.” Yuna says with her head slightly down.

I was about to say something when we see one of the directors come up to us and hand over our uniforms for to day. Saying a quick thank you, Yuna and I go towards our dressing room while Dongwoo goes to his. Once we got into our uniforms we met outside the door of the set, getting into order by age the line goes Dongwoo up front, me in the middle then Yuna behind me.

I can hear the loud voices of Heechul and Ho-Dong arguing over something but it stopped as soon as Dongwoo opened the door walking in with me and Yuna trailing not far behind.

“Oh, it is Y/B/N, a male/female Idol group that debuted recently.” Heechul says looking at us, I know he recognizes me personally because I am dating one of his friends and because I know him personally.

We get up to the podium the leader starts the group introduction. “Annyeonghaseyo, we are Y/B/N, we are as Heechul stated a male/female Idol that is under JYP Entertainment I am the Lee Dongwoo I am the Leader and main rapper out of us three.”

“Annyeong my name is Park Y/N and I am the second oldest in the group I am the main dancer and visual.” I say while bowing.

“Annyeonghaseyo. I am the cute maknae Lee Yuna  I am the lead vocalist.” Yuna says while bowing, of course, Yuna being Yuna made the hosts laugh.

It is now question time and I am going first oh joy.  “Before you start Y/N tell me about the dating ban, that your group is facing.” Ho-Dong requested.

“There is a dating ban on Dongwoo Oppa and on Yuna, I was already dating when I joined JYP as a trainee, me and my boyfriend have been dating for so long that JYP is letting us continue to date, We plan to go public on a variety show, that is all I can tell you as of right now so let’s get on with my questions.” I state while everyone but Heechul and Kyunghoon looks awestruck. I will accept it is very unusual for an entertainment company to let their idols openly date however the CEO thought it would be good publically for my group if we went public.

“Okay I know you guys probably won’t know this but I thought it would be fun to ask, so how did my boyfriend and I meet?” I ask while nodding at Kyung-hoon this is part of the plan on how we were going to go public.

I hear a chorus of ‘That’s impossible no one is going to get that correct.” and ‘That’s not fair you can’t ask that if no one knows it.”

They all stop talking when they see KyungHoon stand up and start walking towards me. “We met through Heechul, it was mid winter and we met up at a cafe when I went to pass you the coffee that you got it slipped out of my hands and the coffee spilled all over you because I felt so bad I gave you my jacket and the rest is history.” He says while smiling.

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me that you’re dating this guy the one that you would think could never get a girlfriend? No offense but have you standers dropped?” Jang-hoon asks.

“Ya, you take that back.” Kyunghoon says while walking toward the giant.

“Hey, Kyunghoon how many coffees did you have to spill on the poor girl before she said yes to going out with you?” Sang Min asks while laughing.

I can’t tell if Kyunghoon is angry or embarrassed, however, I am over here laughing my butt off. “Y/N I am curious now how many times did he spill coffee on you?” Heechul asked grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Twice once when we first met and on our first date.” I reply honestly.

“Even though that happened you still stayed with him, why?” Youngchul asks

“I stayed because I thought he was nice, mature and to top it all off he was cute.” I say looking at Kyunghoon with a smile.

I thought that would shut up their teasing but boy was I wrong that only brought up a whole another round of teasing. This continued until the end of filming, let’s just say that it was an interesting experience and I will definitely be coming on the show again sometime soon either with my group or with other Idols. Let’s just say when the episode came out the fanbase was very supportive and even shipped Kyunghoon and I.

Diary of a Mad Genius

Previously On…

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Entry 7

The definition of insanity is classified simply as doing the same exact thing over and over again and expecting different results. And while I am not at all a fan of derogatory terms such as “crazy” or “looney,” there’s really no other way to accurately describe my behavior for the past three decades. After all, you would think that after my dad walked out on me when I was eight and based on the fact that almost every friend I had before I reached college never really stuck around for very long, I would have known by now not to get attached to people. I should have known by now not to make friends with anyone.

Because all of the friends I’ve made in life all have one thing in common: they all leave.

Though I may have never really considered my father a friend in my life (we weren’t really that close even when I was younger), losing him at such a young age really set the bar for what I should have expected in the future. While I didn’t have a whole lot of friends growing up, the handful that I did at some point become close with only stuck around as long as it took for them to get something from me. Sometimes it was the answers to the day’s homework. Sometimes it was because they wanted me to do their homework. And sometimes it was just a ploy to lure me into the latest form of humiliation that my classmates insisted on consistently inflicting on me.

But then, after college, after finishing up obtaining my third PhD, I finally made my way into the FBI and became part of a team where I had colleagues who, while maybe not fully understanding why I was the way I was, actually accepted, unique qualities and all. Though it took a while for them to stop seeing me as just a kid, I actually found several of them to start treating me in a way that seemed almost…friendly. Was it possible that I had actually found people who were finally going to stick around and truly be there for me?

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for them to start abandoning me one by one. And though I know I wasn’t the only one on the team affected by the departure of our fellow team members, I don’t think it was pure coincidence that every time I found myself finally feeling comfortable with someone, the day came all-too-soon when they were no longer on the team. And no longer in my life.

Elle was the first one. Though she took a bit for me to warm up to, I realized that we had a lot more in common than we may have initially believed. Like me, she also felt like she needed to prove herself to the rest of the team. While I was significantly younger than the rest of the team, eager to show them that I was more than “just a kid,” Elle was desperate to show the “boys’ club” that she was just as good at performing this job as any man who had been considered for her position. And honestly, I think she did the job better than most of the men who had been considered for her position (even though I did save her life during the train hostage situation, no matter what she’ll try to convince you).

But then, we met the Fisher King, a man consumed by an overwhelming amount of pain and grief, who sent the BAU on a twisted version of an Arthurian-style quest in an effort to save his only living daughter. In an unexpected twist of events, Elle wound up getting shot in her apartment, the one place where she was always supposed to feel safe. Though she (barely) survived, and though she took the allotted and required time off to heal and recuperate, she was never the same after. The chip on her shoulder had grown into a crevice, and though she repeatedly proclaimed that she was fine, the PTSD ran deeper than she had let on. I spoke to her that night. I knew she wasn’t fine. And yet, it was only after she shot and killed our potential unsub in cold blood that I finally said something. I often wonder, if I had spoken up sooner, would she maybe have stayed?

Gideon was the next one. I attached myself to him right away before I fully realized what I was doing. I don’t know what it was about him. Maybe it was the fact that, being the senior member of the team, he almost became like the father-figure I’d been missing for most of my life. Or maybe it was the fact that he was the first person to beat me at chess ever since I was six years old. Or it could be that he never missed an opportunity to correct people who insisted on calling me “Agent Reid.” (He knows that people see you as a kid and he wants them to respect you. That’s what Hotch had told me.) And let’s not forget the fact that he was the first person to whom I openly admitted that I was struggling with my dilauded addiction.

Gideon was a special case because I lost him, not once, but twice. The first time was nearly a decade ago. Something happened to someone Gideon cared about. He lost her in a brutal and horrific way. And no matter what we did or said, he never could come back from that. In a way, it had been time for him to leave for a while. Emily had tried to make me feel better by pointing out the fact that he left me a letter. No one else; just me. But she couldn’t have been more wrong. All the letter did was just prove to me that he felt I was important enough to receive a note, but not important enough to receive a decent good-bye. And when we made our way to his cabin seven years later to identify his body, my heart sunk as I realized that I never would get that chance back.

About three years ago, after Emily took on her new position working for Interpol in London, the BAU welcomed a rather skilled linguist to our team: Dr. Alex Blake. Similarly to Gideon, I found myself quickly and easily latching on to her, seeing her as both a colleague and almost like a motherly figure. And even though my mother is alive and well and even though I’ve been able to talk to her in the past, it had been a long time before I had been able to make a connection with her like I made with Blake. She was one of the few members on the team who was able to easily follow my fast-working thought process, and I think she may have been one of the only people I ever met who liked crossword puzzles as much as me.

What I didn’t realize, however, was that while I was viewing Blake almost as another motherly figure, she was actually seeing me as someone that she lost a long time ago. The truth about what had happened to her son finally came out after I nearly died myself. During a particularly violent shoot-out, a stray bullet managed to find its way into my neck. And as I lay there, steadily bleeding to death, Blake’s frantic voice was the one thing that broke through my subconscious. Ethan! Ethan! Though I know a big part of her reason for leaving was due to her desire to spend more time with her husband James, but I also knew that case hit her hard. Nearly losing me had sent her back to one of the worst days of her life. With tears sparkling in her eyes, she had smiled up at me and proclaimed, Ethan would have been a lot like you, before handing in her credentials and walking out of my apartment one last time.

Last year hit me the hardest of all, though. It was definitely a tough blow for the team as a whole when Morgan made the decision to end his stint at the BAU, but we all knew it was coming. After all, he’d just gotten married and his son had just been born. And after what he went through as a child following the death of his own father, it made sense that he wouldn’t want his child to have to grow up without a father of his own. And as much as I didn’t want him to leave, I knew that he needed to. I knew how important it was for him to be there for his son.

Hank Spencer Morgan. Named for his father and the best little brother anyone could ever ask for.

Here’s the thing about my relationship with Derek Morgan. If it hadn’t been for this job, it’s highly doubtful that someone like him would have ever become friends with someone like me. In fact, he was a lot like the kids in school who used to kick my ass on a daily basis. And when I did first start this job, I’ll admit, I was afraid of a repeat offense. And though he never did anything to me even remotely close to the torture I went through at school, he did never miss an opportunity to tease me and give me a hard time. And it wasn’t until a few years later, as our relationship began to grow, that I realized he was doing it out of love. He didn’t see me as the scrawny little nerd who was just asking to get the shit kicked out of him; he saw me as a younger brother who maybe just needed someone in his life to look out for him and take care of him. And not a day goes by that I wonder if he ever truly realized just how important he really truly was to me.

However, I didn’t think anything could ever be as horrible as what happened four years ago when I lost Maeve. I know I’ve talked about her before, probably to the point where people are getting sick of hearing about it. I mean, it’s not as though she was ever officially my girlfriend. It’s not as though we ever went on an actual date. Hell, I didn’t even see her face until four minutes before I watched her die in front of me. One minute, she was there, alive and beautiful and more perfect than I could ever have imagined a person could look. And the next minute, she was sprawled out on the concrete floor in front of me, her long, dark hair splayed out amongst the growing puddle of crimson beneath her head. And as I sank to that ground, crying myself into complete exhaustion, I doubted that I would ever truly recover from this. The first (and only girl) I’d ever truly loved was taken from me in the most horrific way I could ever imagine.

She left me. Just like everyone else.

I knew not to get attached in this place. I knew that no one here really wanted to be my friend. And, with any luck, I would be out of here in less than three months, and I would never have to see any of these people ever again. But try as I might, I couldn’t stop myself from growing attached to Luis. Like I said before, I saw a lot of myself in him. He was a young guy who had been thrust into a horrible situation. He had been seen as vulnerable and easily manipulated, just like I had been most of my life. And if it hadn’t been for Shaw on that first day, I would have been the one in his position. And after the events of yesterday, they’re going to be looking for someone to take over for him.

I was in the laundry room, same as every day before. Luis and I were midway through our shift. We were talking literature (despite what people may initially believe, Luis was quite a well-read young man) and I was actually finding that I was enjoying myself for one of the first times in this place. That is, until the drug lords decided to crash our party. One of them grabbed Luis by his hair while his friend held me back as I attempted to reach my new friend. Though we swore to them that we hadn’t told anyone anything about the movement of their product (I wouldn’t be a genius after all if I hadn’t learned my lesson from before), they needed to ensure that their message was getting across.

And that was when they slit Luis’s throat.

I don’t know how long I knelt on that laundry room floor, screaming until my voice was gone and my throat burned raw, my hands and shirt covered in blood as I attempted to staunch the wound on the young man’s neck. But I knew almost from the beginning that it was too late. I knew even before I heard him utter his last choked breath, or before his body finally stopped twitching and lay still, or before the prison doctor came in and covered his corpse with a sheet. I knew that he didn’t stand a chance. He made one very simple mistake: he got too close to me.

The prison wants me to attend some mandatory counseling. They’ve even told Emily about it, as she informed me during our visit this afternoon. She wanted to talk to me about it, trying to reassure me that they were here for me and that I could talk to her if I needed to. But I don’t need to talk to her. I don’t need to go to counseling. I don’t need someone to reassure me that things are going to be okay. I don’t need them to go over the psychology side of it. Don’t they know that I’m practically an expert in dealing with loss at this point. As I mentioned before, they say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

And as my life has consistently reminded me: eventually, everyone leaves.

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