who knew a quiet shy guy can dance and sing like that

Second Chances (m)

Word Count: 8,833

Warning: Yoongi smut

A/N: I decided to write something a little less serious for a change! The smut turned out a little longer than I expected it to, which is also why the story turned out so close to 9k :) I am so thankful for minyoongiish who proofread this entire piece <3 Hope you enjoy~

If you had the ability to turn back time, you wouldn’t even hesitate to use it in this moment.

“Y/N?” The voice on the other end of the telephone asks. “Something the matter?”

“Oh no,” you mumble. “Fuck.” With one finger, you frantically tap the screen, desperately clinging to the hope that this is still in your hands, that you can still turns this around for the better.

Jimin’s voice sounds both curious and irritated at the same time when he speaks again. “What did you do this time? Did you put your keys in the freezer again?”

You can’t even be mad at his terribly timed comment that you’d normally be very offended about. All you do is curse softly, reading the simple message you sent like it’s a death wish.

You: Hey :) [sent 11:27am]

“Jimin!“ you exclaim, and are rewarded with a startled gasp.

"Yeesh, don’t scare me like that!” He lets out a sigh. “Stop acting all mysterious and just tell me what’s going on.”

You tap the screen again, despite knowing that it won’t help now if it didn’t help last time. A nervous gasp leaves your mouth as you turn your attention to the call. “How the fuck do I delete a message?”

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BTS | Soulmate!au/College!au How They Ask You On A Date/First Date

Anonymous said:

Could you do a BTS soulmate & college AU?? Thanks in advance! Your writing is 👌👌

Major: Culinary

Seeing You For The First Time:
In the midsts of seeing you (his soulmate) for the first time he dropped a full tray of kabobs meant for a college fundraiser. Though his professor was furious at him, at the time a few hundred kabobs meant nothing compared to running and catching up to you and finding out who you were.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Asking You Out:
Becoming friends was easy, asking you out was harder; a few months into your friendship (and you both trying to avoid the soulmate subject) he finally decided to ask you on a date.

“I would love to Jin…where should we go?” you said, smiling at the thought of being out on a date with the man you had fallen head over heels in love with.

“………Um, well…I don’t know actually…I didn’t think I’d actually get this far,” he replied.

“Very smooth Jin…veeeeeeeery smooth.”

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

The First Date:
Since for a little over two weeks neither of you could agree on where the best place to go to dinner was, you finally put your foot down and made a decision that would suit both of you.

“Movie date night…you’re cooking, I choose the movie,” you stated.

“Oh…uh…I guess that could work.” What you didn’t expect was for Jin to sneak you into the campus kitchen after hours. Where he had everything set up including a movie projector. “I like your idea better than whatever I was thinking up,” he said before taking a bite of noodles.

Originally posted by beatriceindre

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If you think about becoming a Monbebe you might want to read this and rethink you choice

(pls read until the very end)

First off, I wasn’t that much into Monsta X’s music or into the members themselves before (after facing a lot of problems) I decided to go to the Monsta X Beautiful first world tour concert in Berlin with two of my friends. I even asked people on tumblr for something like a Monsta X starter-kit (shoutout to @princechaewons ,@nooshpresents , @stanmonstaxandnct for telling me what to watch)

A K-Pop group in Europe? In my home country? Only a one-hour flight away from my hometown? That’s a RARE occasion and I had to take this chance even though they are not one of my bias groups. I didn’t pay THAT much for the tickets (45€/53$(US)) so I didn’t expect too much from it.

We finally stood in front of the Tempodrom (the concert hall) like half an hour before we were able to enter it. The queue was all over the place and after almost 2 hours of waiting I got impatient but I had such great conversations with other Monbebes (great fans tbh 10/10 would talk to again). Everything went smooth after getting in and finding our assigned seats and the actual view was shocking, as I already said I didn’t expect much but do have some sort of expectation.

We sat on the outermost row, slightly more on the right side. With 3500-3800 people in there you would think that your only friend will be the screens on the side to somewhat guess what’s happening in front of you but I was totally wrong, we had such a f*cking great view. I was able to pretty much see every single facial expression and the acoustic was also kind of impressive.


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J.E.A.L.O.U.S | Irene Fluff

@lewakies: Hey! I’m a big fan of yours,I really like your blog. So,I was wondering if you could make a Irene fluff scenario? Where she gets jealous because you spend too much time with Taeyeon and her members. Thx 😘 P.S: I really love your blog

a/n: I’m so sorry for the wait but tysm much!! I hope you enjoy & have a wonderful day! :)

Character: Bae Joohyun
Word count: 1394

Originally posted by bubbleflexe

The weather was mimicking her emotions, Irene reasons, as thick clouds floated slowly through darkened skies, and fat droplets began to pelt the ground below. Puddles formed miniature rivers in front of her dorm and while this type of weather was the perfect excuse to cuddle, you were seemingly unaware of her presence.

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Mystic Messenger Mafia AU


Word Count: 2,758


     The night air blew a rather unpleasant chill up your skirt, and you squinted to gaze at the neon sign just above you. The Stranger Lounge, one of the hottest joints in town, and your destination for the evening.

     “Hey there, dolly,” a sandy-haired boy called over to you as he leaned against the brick wall of the place, snapping his suspenders with a wink.

     You paid him no mind as you opened the door and stepped inside. The cigar smoke hit you as hard as the music. There was laughter and chit chat from men and women alike throughout the space. Girlies with feather fans were dancing on stage for a sea of small white round tables, covered in a cream colored cloth. Along the back wall were large U-shaped booths, for the more distinguished clientele. Men in suits with fat cigars stuck between their lips laughed with young beautiful women. This is where married men came to play, and the object of their fantasies came to make a quick buck, or at least earn a new fur coat.

     It was a rambunctious space, but it wasn’t where the action was. Oh, no. For the select few in the know, there was a much better spot. It lay below, hidden in the basement of this establishment. You made your way around tables of obnoxious cackling men and doe-eyed girls all clapping as the dancers kicked their legs in the air. Down a hallway and passed the kitchen where the laughter and music was drowned by the clanking of dishes and yelling of the cooks.

     “God damn it, Jimmie! Where the fuck are my steaks?! You killin’ the cow yourself you slow son of…” their voices trailed as you walked further.

     Through another hallway and finally to a set of stairs leading you down a low narrow corridor. At the bottom lay a heavy wooden door. And behind that door lay criminals. Always the same familiar dryness in your throat as you took each step into the darkness. The click of your heels echoed off of the cold brick, counting down your last minute before entering this proverbial lions den.

     In the distance you could see a couple standing at the base of the steps. The metal slot of the door scraped open hard and a set of eyes leered through the slit.

     “Cat’s miaow,” you heard the fella say confidently and then smile to his girl.
The grate slid shut with a bang and then there was silence.

     “Hey!” he began to bang on the door until it opened once again, “cat’s miaow! That was the password last week!”

     “Well, it ain’t last week no more, is it? So scram!” the gravelly voice spoke from behind the door.

     He pulled the girl back up the stairs, muttering curses under his breath and brushing into you as you passed each other.

     “But Johnny, you said-“ she whined and his face got red.

     “I know what I said, okay?!”

      The password to get in was ever-changing. This helped keep out any unfavorable people who had somehow managed to get in. But for those special few, such as yourself, you had a card. This could be shown at the door and allow you to gain entrance no matter what. Most of the carriers were gangsters and the affiliates of such. People you wouldn’t want to upset by making them figure out through the grape-vine how to get in.

     You fumbled through your handbag at the door, looking for the card when you heard the clicking of locks. The door creaked open to the sound of a familiar jazz band playing and the thumping of half-full glasses on the bar top.

     “I know who you are, no n-need for that, Miss,” the doorman tipped his hat to you as walked through the smoky interior.

     The ceiling was low and the lights were dim. A few warm bodies bumped against you and you found yourself seated at the L-shaped bar. The counter was slightly wet and you pulled your hands back to avoid it. A sea of brightly colored liquor bottles lined some shelves all the way up to the ceiling. Some of them, you imagined, worth more than you made in the last few months combined.

     “Sorry about that, little lady,” the handsome owner swiped a rag in front of you to clean the mess.

     You swiveled in your stool to watch the band play for a moment. The music from the instruments vibrated in your chest and you smiled watching the crowd of men and women drunkenly dance away in front of the stage.

     “Gunna dance a bit?” he asked you.

     “Not tonight, Zenny,” you sighed and faced his red eyes once more.

     “A drink, then?” he pulled a clean glass from underneath and set it in front of you with a smile.

     “You know I can’t stand that coffin varnish,” you laughed.

     He had known, of course. Instead, he was pouring you some water in the glass. A white bandage was wrapped around his knuckles and he slid it towards you, the ice clinking.

     “Hey! How’s that hand? It looks brand new, already,” you exclaimed.

     Just two days before he had been in a tussle with another man bent on causing a raucous. Zen wiped the floor with him, but his hand had been badly hurt. You’d never even know, watching him work the bar tonight as he was.

     “Ah, it’s nothing,” he rubbed his hand, “bandage is basically for show at this point. I’m all healed, really.”

     Beneath that warm and charming smile was a tough guy. A character who grew up on the streets and made his way in life by understanding respect and hard work. And on top of that, he had a beautiful singing voice. Girl from all over town flocked to watch him at the mic, making their dates jealous as they got moon-eyed over him.

     It was strange, to like someone like Zen. In any other scenario you would have him arrested. But here you were, sitting in this blind pig he ran, laughing with him. Having connections with the very people you set out to investigate was not something you had planned for. Often, you lay awake at night pondering whether or not you could really see this thing through. Could you sit across someone like Zen in that courtroom, your finger pointing towards him as he sat in shackles? All eyes on you, all ears listening to your testimony. You let the water swill in your mouth for a bit before swallowing it along with the thoughts and anxieties that had built up in the moment.

     “They’re in the back room, waiting for you I’m sure,” he mentioned while filling up another man’s glass.

     “Yeah, waiting for me to bring the drinks,” you said with sarcasm.

     “Hey, what do we always say? There could be worse things. For people like us, there could be worse things,” he replied.

     He wasn’t wrong. Just remembering the bullet from the other night had you suddenly delighted to carry a tray of jag juice around for the men.

     “Butt me?” you asked.

     He pulled a cigarette for you and lit it when you placed it between your lips. You gave him a wave before heading off through the crowds and into another room. Although the music carried through, there was no dancing here. Only gambling and heavy drinking. In the center of the room you saw Saeyoung seated in his usual spot at the table, holding a hand full of cards while puffing from a strong cigar with a smirk.

     Yoosung stood along the wall but rushed to greet you as you walked through. You took a seat on a nearby plush chair and blew a puff of smoke.

     “There you are!” Yoosung smiled as he stood above you.

     “Here I am,” you grinned back.

     “They’re in good spirits tonight, I think.”

     They, meaning Mad Hatter and the rest of the gang at the card table. Some of them were Capos for the family, you knew that from all you had researched. Others were local business owners who occasionally did work for the outfit. You could scan the room and put a name to each face. Except one…a younger looking male holding a drink tray was standing in a corner.

     His thick dark hair and quivering nature had you unsettled. While everyone seemed to be enjoying the night, he seemed to do not much but stare at the card table. You took another drag of your cigarette and narrowed your eyes onto him, inquisitively.

     “Who’s that?” you asked Yoosung.

     “I’m not sure. He seems pretty quiet. I think Zen might’a hired him? Pretty shy, but can you blame him?” he shrugged.

     “Lucky! We’re thirsty,” Saeyoung taunted from the table.

     Yoosung jumped up to grab his tray of glasses while the men threw more money onto the table and carried on with their conversations.

     “You take a drink, first,” Saeyoung gestured to a full glass and urged Yoosung to drink.

      “No…I don’t…” Yoosung shrunk into himself at the thought.

     “Come on, be a man and drink with us, Lucky!” he pat Yoosung on the back roughly and caused him to choke on the liquid.

     Everyone was laughing at Yoosung’s face, he was clearly trying not to spit out the harsh alcohol burning his throat and lungs.

     “Get outta here,” Saeyoung laughed, only to trip him as Yoosung tried to walk away from the table.

     A few of the drink glasses spilled on the carpet as he tumbled and the table was roaring. You tossed your cigarette in a nearby abandoned glass, going to help Yoosung clean up the mess, when Saeyoung spoke in a more serious tone.

      “You aren’t laughing,” and as he spoke the space went still and quiet. The only sound being the band from the other room who simultaneously picked up the pace with a new song.

     At first you thought he was looking to you. Your heart went into your throat and you froze, only to see him looking directly behind you at the dark haired boy.

     “Was that not funny enough for you? Are you worried for poor Lucky, here?” he took the cigar from between his teeth and with a smirk pointed it towards Yoosung who had straightened all the glasses and was picking up bits of ice. “Lucky, come here. You’re alright, aren’t you?”

     Yoosung ran to his side with a nod. Saeyoung puffed on his cigar for a moment before clenching it in his teeth once more. He smiled and pretended to dust Yoosung off, straightening his bow tie and vest for him.

     “See? Kid’s alright,” Saeyoung held his palms open as if he was showing Yoosung off to the room.

     The boy said nothing. You stood only a few feet from him now and could see his eyes were unblinking. His hands trembled slightly at his sides as if he was deciding to reach into his pocket or not.

     “You’ve been staring at me all night. If you keep staring without saying anything I’m going to pluck your eyes out of your fucking skull,” he took a swig from his glass and sighed.

     The room was thick with tension now. Everybody was staring at this boy, Yoosung’s mouth hung open. He couldn’t be more than 15. He was small and skinny, his eyes were still that of a child. His lips were moving but his words were a whisper. If you hadn’t been so close you wouldn’t have caught some of his mumbling.

     “Killed him…killed my dad,” the boys voice was hoarse and quivering. He had a crazed look in his eyes.

     His fingers slowly reached for his hip and you took a quick breath when you glimpsed the outline of a gun. Your eyes flashed to Saeyoung who was making a move of his own. Of course, he wasn’t a fool. But you had to do something.
Lifting your skirt you whipped your own gun out and brought it down with a rich thud to the back of the kids skull. He went hurling to the ground on his knees and you kicked him in the side. Not too hard, but hard enough.

     “I think this kid’s bent,” you played it off, “probably been sneaking drinks all night. Come on, you. Time to go home,” you heaved and picked him up by the collar, dragging him towards the back door and into the alley.

     Your heart was racing and you tried to keep your hands from shaking so much after you let him loose. Bending down you got close enough to whisper.

     “You bitch. He killed my pop,” he said angrily through tears.

“Go home. Kiss your mama. You have no idea what you almost got yourself into,” you stood up, “don’t be such a dummy. You have to take care of your family now.”

     You left him out there and walked back inside, glad to hear that the normal chatter has resumed.

     “He wants to see you,” one of Saeyoung’s body guards appeared from your side and nodded his head in a gesture to follow him.

     The room looked like an office. You’d never seen it before, perhaps where they did the book keeping. What you wouldn’t give for a few minutes alone in there to read through some of the documents. You made a mental note of where it was. Perhaps one day, if Zen let you in. Maybe if you said you forgot something…If they had names, any names at all to connect them to other syndicates and families, or to where this booze was coming from…

     The red haired man stood up from a chair and walked until he was arms length in front of you. Very rarely had you been so close to him. Only now could you see just how handsome he really was. How could someone so cruel be so good looking?

     “How do you know that kid?” he asked with a dull face.

     “I don’t,” which was the truth.

     “And I don’t believe you. He’s about to pull a gun on me and you saved him anyway? Don’t lie to me,” he smiled, his gloved fingers traced your jaw line for a moment, “do you know who sent him, maybe? Maybe you did, and gave him a whack when you got cold feet?”

     His hand now had a grip on your jaw, and you realized he had been pushing you back and now had you pressed between him and a wall. The tips of his fingers pressed in further and he tilted his head while looking at you with a curious grin. Your chest was beating so hard you could almost swear everyone in the room could hear it, but you knew it was only your imagination.

     “If you get your paws off me, I could talk to you,” you spit back, not knowing where this fire was coming from.

      The few men in the room made an ‘ooh’ sound and a few chuckled at Saeyoung being had. He moved his face closer to yours, looking deep into your eyes as he released his fingers.

     “She may be cute as a kitten but this one has claws, boys!” he laughed and stepped away.

     They were all smiling as well. It was like being part of a joke you knew nothing about. You straightened your headband and took a quiet deep breath.

      “I’m just fucking with you,” he took his hat off and ran his hand through his red hair as he leaned on the front of the desk with a smile, “I know who that kid is. Oh! I see that look on your face. Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’m not going to do anything to him. He’s just a squirt, right?”

     The men all seemed to relax again and some even lit up a smoke as they sat down in their chairs.

     “There’s something about you. I don’t know what it is, but I like you. You’re observant. And you’ve got a kick to you,” he brought a glass of hooch over and placed it in your hand.

     Even the smell was strong enough to knock you back on your butt. You let it wet your lips but nothing more. Was the underboss…inviting you to drink with him?

     “Anyway, I’ve got your nickname figured out,” he adjusted the flower on your headband with delicate fingers, “I’m going to call you Kitty.”

Teacher, Watch Us!

Character(s): Wen Junhui, Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung), Jeon Wonwoo, Woozi (Lee Jihoon)

Genre: Fluff, and even more kinder kids from SEVENTEEN!

Word Count: 1,976

Summary: It’s a new year for the kindergartners, leaving you a fresh group of kids! It seems that the 96 line has taken a liking to you, how exciting!

A/N: Continuation of the Kindergarten!SEVENTEEN series! I really like doing these and honestly have no idea what to write and just go along with whatever comes next… I never plan what to write lol. Please enjoy! I plan to come up with the other lines as well!!! :D

95 Line / 96 Line / 97 Line / 98 & 99 Line

Originally posted by leejihon

“Yes, we’re from China, so he doesn’t understand too much Korean. Thank you so much for accepting us, I hope my little boy adapts well to the school here.” The mother is seen off, much to the dislike of her son. He hid his face behind her for so long, and now you finally had the chance to see his chubby cheeks and little pout. You knelt down to his level, trying to see his eyes through his bangs. His arms were crossed and his lip quivered slightly.

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[DRABBLE REQUEST] Ambiguous!Seokmin (G)

Prompt: You two are idol with sunshine personalities and have feelings for each other but don’t dare confess.

Requested by: @hachree
Word count: 1,306
Genre: Angst, slight fluff
Warnings: None!

A/N: Ahhhhh so I really tried to add angst into this so I hope that even though it’s not that angsty, you still like it anyway! Sorry it took so long for me to write (stupid writer’s block) but here it is! Anyway, I hope the story is up to your standard, do feel free to give us feedback!


Originally posted by pabospoiler

Your body seemed to be paralysed as the 5 foot 10 inch male walked to stand next to you. Your heart raced at an unbelievable speed as you turned to greet him, giving a small smile while he flashed a wide grin. The staff member in front of you handed you the mic and briefed you on your performance as you tried to shake off all thoughts related to the man standing next to you.

“You two will be the 20th performer today, so rehearsals will start in about 15 minutes time, do get ready.”

And you were now left alone with him.

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Yuan Fen - Anthony Ramos x Reader

Originally posted by papersquared

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Prompt: Sister’s Pickle

A/N: First uploaded one-shot. Coffee shop AU mixed in with Amelie and Anthony Ramos. I don’t know how this happened.

Yuan Fen (缘分)
(n.) a relationship by fate or destiny; the binding force between two people

“Stop staring. It’s rude,” your co-worker, Megan, stated. You sent her a confused look, as if you didn’t know-even though you knew exactly-what she was talking about. She simply rolled her eyes, as if you took her for a fool. She nodded towards the curly-haired, freckled-faced boy sitting that at the table closest to the window, reading a red book. You’d really only been working at the coffee shop for two days, but each day, you saw him order his coffee and then sit by the window, reading the same book over and over again. Although he was a stranger to you, most of the people that worked at the cafe seemed to know exactly who he was.

    “Maybe I wouldn’t stare if you told me more about him,” you retorted. You’d never really asked Megan to tell you about him. You just didn’t want to make it seem as if you actually cared about a complete stranger. It would be especially bad if this particular stranger wasn’t even available in the first place. You’d be completely humiliated before you had even lived a week in New York City. But of course Megan wasn’t a complete idiot. She caught onto what you were trying to do and decided to just go along with it.

    “His name’s Anthony,” She began her sentence as she started to prepare a coffee order. “Always comes in here at nine o’clock, asking for black coffee with a little bit of creamer. On normal days, he’ll grab his coffee and sit by the window over there, reading that red book. At this point, everyone in the cafe has accepted that it’s his booth. On busy days, he’ll ask for two coffees, no cream or sugar. Sometimes, he’ll come in here all happy, dancing around and singing some songs. Half the time it has something to do with a guy named Philip being a poet, the other, it’s about some guy named John being really loud. Usually he’ll stay an hour or two, refusing to leave until he’s read the book cover-to-cover. If I did that, I’d go insane. Guess he’s comforted by it, though.”

    It wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You needed more. You wanted to know every little detail about this boy. You wanted to know why he read the same book over and over again, every single day. You wanted to know what exactly was in the book that made it so intriguing. You wanted to know why he sang songs about men named Philip and John. You wanted to know what happened on the days that he asked for two coffees without cream and sugar. You wanted to know why he chose that booth specifically, when there much much nicer booths with much nicer lighting for reading. You wanted to learn every little detail about this boy. Every question possible started floating through your mind, and somehow, you seemed to forget the simplest one: what the hell was his last name?

    “You know, you could talk to him,” Megan stated, as if it weren’t obvious enough. “It’s pretty obvious you think he’s cute. Everyone does.”

    You raised your eyebrows, fear suddenly striking you. In your mind, Megan was much prettier than you. If she thought he was cute, wouldn’t that mean that she would try to do something? It wasn’t like Megan was the shy and quiet type. The day that you came to the cafe, she greeted you with, “Hey, I’m Megan. I’ll work the counter so you can kind of see how it goes and get used to it. You can pick the music though. Just no hard rock. Your shift’s are really early in the morning, if you haven’t noticed.”

    You asked her, “If you think he’s cute, why don’t you go after him?”

    “Honey, I’m gay.” She laughed, as if that question had an obvious answer. “Come on. Go talk to him. He’s cute, you’re cute. You guys would be cute.”

    “I don’t know anything about him.”

    “You know everything I just told you about him. That’s more than most people know when they ask each other out on dates,” she pointed out. And it wasn’t like it was true. You just weren’t used to asking out complete strangers. Hell, you weren’t even in the business of speaking to them. Half of the time, you were introduced by a mutual friend. “Look, he’s been here for thirty minutes. He’ll probably be here for thirty more minutes, or if you’re lucky, an hour and thirty minutes. That’s enough time for you to go talk to him and see if you want to exchange numbers. He’s a really nice guy, Y/N. Talk to him.”

    And with that, Megan left you alone. You were left to debate whether you were going to walk towards him and speak to him. But there were millions of situations running through your brain. Despite Megan assuring you that he was friendly, you didn’t want to interrupt his reading. You figured it would be rude to interrupt someone so early in the morning, especially if they were reading. Despite the fact that apparently, they read the book over and over again. But Megan did mention that he had busy days sometimes. What if this was the one time in the day that he really got to relax? Any sane person wouldn’t want to be bothered, if that were the case.

    You continued your day. You continued to fill the coffee cups that Megan handed to you. You continued to hum along to the retro music that Megan let you play. Still, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. The situations were still running through your mind. Eventually, you decided that you weren’t going to go up to him.

    But the big ‘what if’ formed in your brain. Because what if he was single? What if he was looking for someone to be with? What if he’s the nicest person in the world? What if he tells you what’s in the book? What if you two become fast friends because you have a lot in common? What if he ends up being the closest friend you have? What if he becomes more than a friend? And what if he walks out of that door and he never comes to the cafe again? What then?

    Because if he walks out of that door and never comes back, you’ll have missed out. You’ll have hesitated. You’ll have been to cautious. Perhaps, maybe, it was time you stopped doing that.

    But by the time you decided that you were going to go up to him, offering a free croissant, he had grabbed his bag and ran out the door. The disappointment sank in as you walked over to the booth and set the croissant down on the table. You glanced over as you realized he had forgotten his book. The book was slammed shut, with no sign of a title carved onto the front. You reached over to grab the fake leather. Quickly, you picked it up and stood up, looking out of the window.

    He hadn’t gotten that far. He wasn’t running. He was just walking really fast, clearly on the phone with someone. You glanced at the book, suddenly wondering what you should do with it. Because you could run out there and give the boy his book back. But you did that, you’d be interrupting him while he was on the phone. It was already clear that he was stressed out, did you really want to add to that? You didn’t care what Megan said. No one was friendly when they were stressed. You could wait until everything was okay. Then you could go up to him and say, “Hey, my name’s Y/N. I work at the cafe that you go to all of the time, but I’m really new so you probably don’t even recognize me. Anyway, here’s your book. I figured that you’d like it better if I gave it back to you. I was thinking that maybe we could exchange numbers?”

    But if you said all of that, you’d have said too much. But still, you try to walk forward. You tried to take a step, but somehow, you forget how. And once you manage to take those steps, it’s just you and the glass door. You knew that this wasn’t at all what you wanted-not in this lifetime-, but you figured that you wanted more.

    Your train of thought was cut off when you heard Megan yell, “Y/N! YOU’RE NOT TRYING TO LEAVE EARLY, ARE YOU?”

    “Sorry! I’m coming!” You quickly ran behind the counter, hiding the book in a shelf under the counter. Quickly, you began preparing all of the orders that slipped your mind as soon as you picked up the book. Despite the fact that you were trying to focus on the orders that Megan was throwing at you, there was still a little piece of your mind that was somewhere else.

    ‘I’m not finished with the boy–the book. I’m not finished with the book,’ you thought to yourself. ‘I’ll hold him-it. I’ll hold it until tomorrow.’


The next day, Anthony came rushing in five minutes before nine o’clock. The cafe hadn’t even opened yet, so it was particularly quiet. Megan went to the back to retrieve whipped cream and milk, leaving you to clean up the counter a little bit. The curly-haired boy looked at you, a knowing look on his face. He asked, “Do you have it?”

    You reached under the counter and grabbed the red book from the shelf. You took it home with you, just to make sure that no one else would try to take it or damage it. But it wasn’t as if the book wasn’t already damaged. It was clear that it had been worn down quite a bit. But who’s to say that was a surprise? Megan did say that he read it every single day. Quietly, you asked him, “Is that what you’re looking for?”

    “Yeah. Thank you so much.” He nodded, a smile on his face. He took the book from you, smiling down on it. He glanced up at you. “My name’s Anthony.”

    “Y/N,” You greeted. You were hesitant, as per usual, but then you decided to ask. “What’s it called? The book, I mean.”

     He hesitated, looking up at you surprised. As if he wasn’t used to people actually asking him about the book. You were surprised that he wasn’t used to it, considering he read that book everyday. You’d think that at least one person got curious as to what the title was. “Yuan Fen.”

Finding Home - Chapter 23 (Sam Drake x Reader)

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😂 Sam is such a piece of shit in this  😂

You talked to Jen for almost thirty minutes about what happened that day. She talked about the rich woman mostly, and just like Blake, she tried to calm you down, saying that Sam is just nice to her and her friends to earn more tips. This made you fall asleep with a good feeling in your chest and a smile on your face.

Both of them quickly vanished when you worked with Sam again. More and more middle aged women came to the bakery as the days passed, and they all swooned after Sam. It didn’t help the situation when you saw how many of them wrote their numbers on napkins and gave it to him every time they paid.

“This is just like with Dave and the student girls.” - Blake told you watching Sam walking among the tables, smiling and flirting with the women sitting at various tables.

“This is crazy.” - you shook your head, and tossed the dish towel on the counter, watching the scene in front of you uneasily.

Betty came out from the back, with a satisfied smile on her face when she saw that the bakery was almost full.

“Hiring him seems like the best thing that could’ve happened.”

“No! It’s the worst…” - you muttered defeated.

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In Your Arms Tonight {Taehyung x Reader}

Prompt: Late night talks and cuddles with Taehyung

“Yah! Kim Taehyung, you’re an hour late! Where are you?”

You sighed, brushing a hand through your hair as you heard your boyfriend whine.

“I’m sorry, but I have a perfectly good reason if you open the door!” Right as he said that, you heard a knock on the door. 

With a giddy smile, you practically scurried over to your front door. As you opened the door, your face was met with a bouquet of roses and a plush animal. You stared at the gifts in surprise, taking them each in one hand.

You raised a brow to Taehyung as he just stared at you with a huge smile on his face.

“So, aren’t you going to let me in?” he asked playfully.

You hummed, rolling your eyes as you got close to him, “I don’t know, should I?”

“Let me in! I haven’t seen you in so long, and you’re not going to let me in?!” Taehyung pouted, crossing his arms and giving you those puppy dog eyes that you could never say no to.

“Fine fine, come in.”

You opened the door wider, so Tae can come in. Though, you weren’t expecting to be picked up and twirled around in the air. You latched on to Tae as if your life depended on it, both of you laughing while it’s going on.

“Ah, I missed you so much! Next time, you’re coming with me on tour!” Taehyung had finally placed you on the ground, giving you a kiss.

You only smiled and nodded, giving him a quick kiss before looking for a vase to put the roses in. You and him both knew that you wouldn’t be able to go on tour with him. It was too dangerous. After going public about 2 years ago, the fans did calm down, but it was still hard not to be watched. It’s still hard just to get to your job. And some fans still held grudges against you for stealing their precious “Gucci Tae Tae Oppa” or whatever other names they gave him.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you jumped in surprise as arms circled around your waist, “What are you thinking about? Me, right?”  

You rolled your eyes, “If that’s what you want to think, I won’t complain.” 


You giggled, getting out of his grasp as you scurried to the living room with him right on your tail. You picked up two game controllers, giving one to Taehyung.

“It’s been a while since I kicked your ass in Mario Kart. Wanna play?”

Taehyung pouted and playfully glared at you, “You mean I’m going to kick your ass!”’ 

So, the rest of the evening was spent playing video games and ordering both of your favorite take-out food. Many jokes and pranks were played on the other. Kisses and cuddles were given, and it was just an amazing night for the both of you. 

It wasn’t long after that when you both started getting tired. Changing into your pajamas, both of you layed on your shared bed. 

“I feel so much better with you next to me Jagi.” Taehyung wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He caressed his hand against your face and you snuggled up to it.

“You know, I missed you a lot here. It’s always so hard seeing you leave so often.” 

“I know, but I have to go,” Taehyung said.

You sighed, nodding your head, “I know you do, and I’m not complaining about it. I know how much you love what you do. You love the fans, you love the guys. I don’t think I’ve seen you any happier.” 

Taehyung gasped, hitting you slightly on the forehead, “Aish,you really think I’ve been the happiest just with that? I’m the most happiest with you Y/n.” 

You slightly blushed and opened your mouth to talk, but was interrupted by him.

“I love all of our fans, I love the guys, I love singing, I love dancing, I love performing. But I love you most of all,” Taehyung looked into your eyes with a small smile on his lips, “You’ve been with me since the beginning. You’ve seen me cry when I thought I wasn’t able to do it. You pushed me to chase my dreams like how I motivated you to chase yours.  I love you so much (Y/n).”

“Taehyung.” your eyes watered at his words. 

You really didn’t know what to say. Taehyung was quiet for some time, his own eyes watering. He pulled you closer to him, and gently caresses your back. It isn’t very often that Taehyung is serious. He’s usually making jokes and goofing around. Though, you appreciated these small moments of intimacy because it showed you that he trusted you in all situations.

“I love you too, and I’ll always support you in any decision you ever make. Ah, why do you have to make me cry,” you chuckled, tears spilling out of your eyes.

Taehyung was quick to wipe them away and he laughed along with you, “You’re such a crybaby Jagi. Are you that sad that I beat you in Mario Kart?”

“You cheated and you know it!” 

You both stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. After calming down, you snuggled about closer to Taehyung, feeling your eyes grow heavier by the second. Taehyung didn’t seem to notice a change as he continued to talk.

“Ah, it feels good to be alone with you again. I love the guys and all, but just being around you is so much better. But Jin’s cooking is still better than yours Jagi. You should take some lessons from him! And als-Jagi?” 

Your body slumped against him as you let sleep overtake you. Taehyung looked at you for a moment before cracking a small smile. He silently chuckled to himself as he draped the blanket of the both of you. He wrapped his arms around you and placed his head next to yours, looking at your sleeping face.

“Such a baby Jagi. And that’s why I love you so much. Goodnight.”

He planted a kiss on your forehead before closing his own eyes, comfortably and happily falling asleep with you by his side.

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human klaroline at a party. klaus is talking to his friends when drunk caroline comes up behind him. she catches him by surprise when she grabs his hips and starts thrusting into him. klaus is embarrassed, his friends think it's funny. katherine recorded it on her phone and caroline is mortified after watching it. (inspired by kourtney kardashian's instagram video with kylie at. please don't judge me for keeping up with them).

I would never judge, Anon! I made some slight adjustments, but I hope you like it!

Mortified || Klaroline

Caroline awoke to the bang of her bedroom door opening, though the piercing pain in her temples quickly took precedence. “Ow,” she moaned. Pressing her face into the pillow helped to block the offensive morning light; unfortunately, it couldn’t do the same for her roommate.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Katherine teased, jumping onto the bed to throw off the covers.

Cringing from the onslaught of light and noise, Caroline reluctantly accepted her fate. “Hangover cure, please.” She held out her hand, grateful for the aspirin and the protein shake Katherine passed her. Choking down the chalky drink, Caroline winced when she finally opened her eyes. “What happened last night?”

“I’m so glad you asked.” Katherine smirked as she pulled up her Snapchat story. “Remember your adamant plan to finally suss out Klaus’s deal with you?” she asked smugly.

Caroline racked her brain for any memories of the night before, but they all ended around Kol’s birthday dinner with all their friends - and Klaus. “He showed up at the Grill late, right? I don’t know anything about a plan.”

Though she could guess.

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All tea B.A.P in NYC

Hey I’m going to try to make this as short as possible and will omit real names for privacy purposes. Myself I will call Twix and my sister Skittles. Friday after work and school we decided to meet up to line up early for a spot for B.A.P since we had P 1 tickets. We were ready to go and packed a suitcase, snacks, and a tent while we headed to the venue Terminal 5. I had scouted a day before and knew we would be near the water so wanted to be prepared for the chilly winds. Most people on Facebook said they would start lining up around 12-1 in the morning so we took an Uber and got there around 11:20pm. We were so shocked when we saw that a line had already formed. Some people that were P 2 and P 3 had got there early Friday morning—talk about dedication. We were still in pretty good standing since there were about 14 people in line. We decided to set up shop and put up the tent, but the thing was we had never set up one before. Luckily there was a former Girl Scout in the group ahead of us that started to help. As we were clearly struggling trying to put up the tent, Almond Joy comes out of nowhere, and sets up the tent with us. Low key I just thought she wanted in on the tent because it was so cold; but, after we invited her in she politely declined and went back to laying under her blankets. There was an event going on at the venue and around midnight security comes out to tell us to disperse and we can’t stay there. They give us red tickets and tell us to come back in the morning. People converse for a little bit and post on the B.A.P NYC facebook for people not to line up until 9:30 am because of the special tickets.

After a few hours of sleep we decide to head back to terminal 5 dressed to the nines with our sleeping bags and blankets. Almond Joy arrives at the same time and we go find our spots next to the other red ticket holders. Everyone starts to make small talk about biases, dramas, and the big 3 while trying to keep warm but it’s so brick outside. My sister finds a kindred spirit in a baby we will call Jolly Ranchers and they are so cute with each other. Next to us is another duo with a crazy girl with a big personality named Sweet Tarts, and her bubbly bestie Twizzlers. Near the front of the line by the entrance this petite girl starts screaming “ Stop It Just Stop It”. It was loud and she starts spazzing out saying people are skipping the line. She argues that it’s not fair because she has been there all morning lined up since 3:00 am and how people have been freezing in the cold and it’s not fair about the red tickets. She is pissed and storms off to join the line with her banners. At about 9:30 am security comes out and moves the line closer to the venue and separates the red tickets holders from the regular ticket holders and directs us to the other side of Terminal 5 where we wait behind barriers. We take turns going to the bathroom and some people go to change or pick up some food—those chicken nuggets though delish! Another member of our crew Kit Kat bust out the card games which include the classic Uno and Cards against Humanity which is so hilarious. During this time the event staff were checking the lines and handing out wristbands for hi touch . We were later joined by my sisters friend named ChocoPie who actually came with plenty of snacks including Poki Sticks with ChocoPies and put the rest of our stuff in her car for storage.

We go off to the nearest deli to charge up all our devices and come back just in time to get our photo op packages and wristbands. The packages are totally random and I ask people what they got and most got Daehyun. I look at mine and initially I thought I received a signed album from Jongup but the group ahead of us told me it was Yongguk. I didn’t even have a chance because Skittles pounced on me lol. I traded her signed album for Daehyun and my Zelo cards I traded with someone else. Closer to the time of the concert people started getting hyped up and there’s press going around asking questions about the group and the fandom. You have people dancing, rapping, and singing. Our group the Velvet Rope (inside joke) is doing the most—you have Sweet Tarts and Chocopie busting out lyrics for Wake Me Up, Jolly Ranchers on the side with Kit Kat cracking up, Twizzlers is freaking us out with her trivia skills like how do you know what stuff animals everybody sleeps with lol all and all the interview was funny af. There’s these cute korean girls in front of us that start talking to ChocoPie that just so happen to know the same people. One of the girls actually has the same name as Jolly Ranchers so we’ll call her Juicy Fruit. Fast forward to it’s time to go into the venue and there’s this commotion near the front of the line. Apparently a lot of people in the front did not have the red tickets because security told them otherwise. Also there were not P 1 but were P 2 and P 3 anyway the guy in charge came and sorted everything out and they were allowed to stay on the line. Sweet tarts crazy self makes a last minute dash to a bathroom nearby and comes back right on time before we start heading in.

We make a mad dash to inside after getting our bags checked but barricade is gone ~ le sigh, but we still get pretty close. Our group is on the right side of the stage. The korean girls with ChocoPie are on my left and on my right is Kit Kat with the rest of the group. Everybody started coming in at once filling all the space around us in no time. The concert didn’t even start yet and on my back I could feel this girl super close and was laughing with her friend. I know that in the pit it gets crazy and packed. In my head I’m thinking to myself does she not feel my butt on her or does she not even care. So I’m listening to them and there’s three of them. One on my left had bright fire engine red hair, the one on my butt kind of reminds of Hyme from Rania, and there was another shorter girl to my right but behind Kit Kat. She tells the one in the middle I’m not staying here. Music comes and they start playing some old school 80′s or 90′s songs, like songs you would hear in karaoke. Everybody start singing Sweet Dreams by the Eurythimics. All of a sudden the lights dim, the countdown starts, and the babyz start chanting B.A.P. the dj comes out and starts mixing.  As soon as they came out we started screaming and everybody went nuts! I have to say that our group well the whole section was lit! There was so much energy yo it was crazy and I really didn’t that would enjoy it like I did here! One thing was that the girls behind us kept pushing us non stop and I turned to see who it was and it was the girl from before that was spazzing out let’s call her blowpop because she was acting up lol. She pushed KitKat and elbowed me in the sides. Her friend pushed Juicy Fruit but she locked arms with me and told me not to let go of her hand it was real in the pit omg like so bad. After blowpop knew she couldn’t push past us she bumrushed Jolly Ranchers but it did not work. The whole concert blowpop was like a little angry dog with the pushing it was pretty brutal. After awhile eventually the red headed friend stopped but blowpop never did until the very end. I’m trying to upload videos to this but yeah it’s a no go I think my files are too big or something I don’t know. I can talk about the interactions that we had. I came for Daehyun he is my bias but the maknaes came for me at this concert. Jongup is so fine like I couldn’t stop looking at him like what where did you come from? When I tell you he’s a bias wrecker that’s an understatement. He was all over the place pop locking and grinding all in your face lmao and gets an automatic invite to the cookout. He was looking at Kit Kat and she has the receipts. Youngjae was caught staring at her too. Mmh okay. Jolly Ranchers told me that she was dancing and just happened to look up to see Jongup staring at her like what and talking to Yongguk about it O_O he was definitely feeling the black girls that night I’ll say that. Blowpop was such a hater. That girl is straight crazy. Jolly Ranchers was so surprised that he was looking at her because she was so quiet and Blow Pop was screaming her head off. She told me everytime he came over to our side she kept elbowing her and Blowpop would try to mess up her videos when Zelo was in front of her. Yo that is so not cool. Jolly Ranchers got so mad at her she knocked the phone out her hand.  Zelo was another dark horse that I was not expecting to go all out for the concert. If Jongup is invited to the cookout he sure is bringing Zelo with him because that boy was not playing. He has such great stage presence and was so cute the whole night and was interacting with us the whole night I see you over there Zelo <3 It was so cute hearing him sing for his solo and I love his little dance he did with this giraffe headband on his head again I would upload the video but yeah. He fell down and was like I’m so tired of his dancing he was so cute. Coming for me?

I’m starting to get sleepy so I’m going to try to wrap this up real quick. Dae dae killed me with his vocals I was like liquid. In general all the songs were good but the songs that I could listen to were Fermata, I need You, Body & Soul I was done. Not to say that I didn’t like the upbeat songs like That’s My Jam, Bang x2, Spy, etc it’s just I love how they arranged those all together. Feel so good was great too. Youngjae solo was good too and I was surprised that he danced in the very beginning. Gukkie was a shy little turtle on our side and reminded me of a painting artist, or recluse and he was so happy I was just like awww. Skittles was losing her mind over how good he looked especially with the white shirt. Jongup solo was so damn sexy. The end. Himchan was so cool and I love how he interacted with people. Lisa the girl he picked was so cute and shy. I think when they did the love shot she just about died. He also got a real kick out of the pink sign someone made for him. I was so mad at him with that damn watergun. He would low key try to squirt you if you had your phone out. Skittles ducked out of the water and he laughed. He caught me I was too thru and ChocoPie started screaming at him playfully informally lol. Near the end of the concert people thought it was over but they came back out and people lost their minds again bad thing nobody wanted to leave because they thought it still wasn’t over lol. Hi touch was right after and the line was ridiculously long but what I didn’t like was how they was rushing people and screaming hurry up. KitKat told me that her, Jolly Ranchers, Sweet Tarts and Twizzlers had a plan.They rolled up to the table saying “ Ayeeee” with Youngjae and Zelo was like “ Ayeeeee”. There were some technical difficulties at the the table lol I’m not obligated to say what exactly lol but it gave Kit Kat a chance to have a moment with Youngae. For my high touch I made a mistake but it kind of helped me out a little bit in the end. I had my phone out in my hand not even paying attention really and I’m on my way walking to the table when the security screamed go back no phones no phones you will not be able to take a picture so I had to double back and put my phone in my pocket in the mean time two girls went in front of me flying by me. I almost missed Youngjae because he was the first one so I did a quick tap and hi with him and Zelo, but I had to slow down for Daehyun and held his hand told him I loved him all the while the lady is screaming at me to hurry up like excuse me lol and Jongup is laughing because I’m holding up the line XD  no fucks were given I don’t remember Himchan too much after hi five because I was being rushed and Gukkie had the biggest smile on his face when I hi touched. I almost left by mistake because you had to make a left to go back into the main hall. They grouped you by 10 with me and Skittles being on the end. We got lucky because I was the only one that wanted to take a picture with Daehyun and Skittles wanted Yongguk. I didn’t go when I was suppose to because it was suppose to be 5 at a time and I was number 6 but I did the numbers in my head. I noticed that 5 would stand in front and the others would kneel. I didn’t want to be on my knees so I just kept walking and just in time because I guess the girls didn’t figure out what was happening. The other four weren’t walking up either. So I stood right in front of Daehyun turned around and he started smiling, I didn’t know what to do so I gave him another hi five and then I waved to Jongup and the rest. Then we took two quick pictures and I said bye to him my heart. I was so high after that. It was so good I didn’t even care about the picture honestly. truly. It was all about the interactions and talking to them. The night was filled with so much drama but would I do it again? Yes in a heartbeat.

The Shy Giant

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Inspiration: Imagine John Cena trying to interrupt Colin Cassady from asking you out, but Enzo Amore helps Colin out.

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(Text that was added in their mind that made it into my story: @kinkywwefantasies)

{I would’ve just linked the source, but when I went to find it, it wasn’t there.}

Description: Big Cass has a massive crush on the reader and he’s always been too shy to come out and say it. He finally gets the guts to say something, but John Cena has other things in mind.

If I get enough hits or responses to this, I will make a 2nd part.

This is my very first fic, don’t be brutal! Here we go! ~

You were still a somewhat new female wrestler that had joined the roster. You didn’t talk to many people, the few you did talk to were amazing friends. It was still pretty early on in the show so you made your way to catering. There you found your friends, the two big trash talkers and mister hustle, loyalty, and respect; Enzo, Big Cass and John Cena.

You smiled brightly and made your way over after getting a plate filled with plenty of food, sitting beside Cass. He looked over at you and smiled widely. “What’s with the big goofy grin, Cass?” You asked.

Cass chuckled softly and Enzo smirked. “He likes a girl with a big appetite, sweetheart.” He said with a nod towards your plate. You blushed lightly, giggling, putting your head down as you began to nibble on your turkey sandwich that you had made.

John noticed all of this and rolled his eyes. He knew Cass had a thing for you, but after hanging around you as long as they were, he also had a thing for you. Seeing Cass being the silent giant and winning your heart little by little, made John rather annoyed. He growled, causing Zo to look his way, seeing the jealousy in Cena’s eyes as he looked at you and Cass.

Zo knew that the two had it bad for you, and he was more for helping his giant friend win your heart. He heard Cass and John say goodbye to you, though he was deep in thought. You had a match tonight, and it was against Becky Lynch. You knew you were the match before Enzo, Cass and Cena had a match against AJ and The Club.

You went out for your match and you felt pretty nervous due to how talented you knew your opponent was.


Enzo and Cass were in their locker room, assuming they were alone, but John was listening outside the door quietly.

“When you thinkin’ about tellin’ y/n about your feelings, big guy?”

Cass laughed and shook his head. “Do you think that tonight after her match, when we make our way to the ring would be a good time?” Zo grinned. “I think that sounds perfect.”

John growled under his breath, trying to think of a way to make sure that plan doesn’t happen. He continued to throw things around in his thoughts but nothing really stuck out so he resorted to the usual method.

After Your Match…

You had lost to Becky, but were still a good sport about it. You gave her hand a shake, raised her hand and shared a tight hug with the Lass Kicker. You stood ringside, hearing John’s music and then you soon saw Enzo speed his way out onto the stage with Cass coming behind him. Zo grinned and pointed at you so you pointed back with a wide smile. You always loved their entrance so when it came to the ‘sing-along,’ you were repeating everything they said. You were surprised when Zo gestured for you to join them in the ring after Cass’ part.

You made your way into the ring, climbing in over the bottom rope as Enzo held it down for you. Cass was standing on the side where your back end had been facing him when you got into the ring, causing him to bite his lip, trying to keep his calm.

Enzo took the microphone and grinned. “This right here, is y/n and she’s a Hottie that isn’t all that naughty.” He smirked when the crowd cheered out their saying. You just stood there, rather confused. You’d been asked to do commentary after your match but didn’t head there instantly. Now here you were in the ring…again.

Zo got the crowd down to a reasonable level of cheers. “My seven foot tall buddy has somethin’ to say to this hottie.” He chuckled, handing the microphone to Cass and walking over to another corner. The Jersey native turned, seeing that Cena was fuming, and that gave Zo all the incentive he needed to stay on his toes.

Cass slowly made his way to stand in front of you as you stood in the middle of the ring. You literally had to tilt your head back and look up at him, being that Cass stood about a foot and a half to two feet taller than you. “Hey y/n.. I know you’re probably wonderin’ why the hell you’re in here when you were asked to do commentary but, ah…Just humor me for a bit, kay?”

You only nodded, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. You were surprised that he knew, being that no one had said anything and it wasn’t even on the script. Soon, you were putting small pieces together. Maybe he and Zo had asked the writers to add in you doing commentary for their match. Your head was slightly dipped down as you were in thought but that didn’t last too long. Your thoughts were soon interrupted as a large, rough hand cupped your chin and tilted your head upwards.

Your eyes soon softened as you noticed Cass’ own gentle gaze, causing your cheeks to flush scarlet while you remained in place.

“Y/n, I don’t know what it was, but you’ve had this giant wrapped around your tiny little finger since you joined the main roster. We knew each other in NXT, well…Zo knew you in NXT considering I was pretty quiet with you.” He gestured to Enzo, who was grinning as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You laughed a bit, using your hand to gesture for him to continue. Cass rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “What I’m tryin’ to say is-”

Before he could finish, John had grabbed a microphone and interrupted to a torrent of boos. “Can we just get the others out here and have our match, big guy?” He said, smacking his shoulder.

You heard from the opposite corner from John and a snarl coming from Enzo as he made sure nobody heard him when he said, “Back off bozo!” Zo did his dance and made John move away from you and Cass.

You gave out a laugh as you were distracted by this, but soon your laughter stopped immediately as you felt the familiar muscular hand reach to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “As I was sayin’.. I-I like you, y/n… and if you would let me, I’d love to take you out on a date..” He bit his lip, waiting for an answer.

You took the microphone from him, moving it as if you were about to answer. You then threw the microphone aside and, instead of an answer, you caught him off guard by jumping on him. Cass caught you as you wrapped your legs around him and his eyes widened when you smashed your lips against his in a bruising, passionate kiss. It was not only your way of answering, but it was also a way to show him that you’d returned those feelings.

From the moment you joined NXT and had seen him with Enzo, you knew you had a weak spot for the giant. He may have been quiet and shy with you, but that never stopped him from being such a sweetheart to you. He would do the small things that you loved. That included pulling out your chair whenever you sat down with him and Enzo at a table to a huge range of other things.

You soon broke the kiss, having to tear yourself away from him as you didn’t really want to end the kiss. You blushed as you looked at Cass, then to Enzo and John. A smirk played on your lips. “Good luck on your match guys, hope ya’ win.” You gave a wink in Cass’ direction, then waited until he turned to give his ass a quick smack, then a playful squeeze, causing him to tense and flush darkly.

Enzo saw everything, breaking out into a small fit of laughter as they made their way to their corner. Zo helped you out of the ring and you made your way to commentary as AJ’s music soon filled the arena.

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GENERATIONS is a seven person group under LDH. They came into formation around 2011 with Mandy, Reo and Hayato first chosen for the group. Later Alan, and our two vocals after competing in Vocal Battle Audition, were added. The six were then promoting the group as a unit. It wasn’t until Sept of 2012 Yuta was named an official member as he was a support dancer for them at the time prior. In Nov the group debuted with “BRAVE IT OUT”. The group has gone on world tours from Japan, USA and to Europe.

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Runaways - One shot

This is sort of a sequel/one shot following from my epilogue of Coffee Shop. I couldn’t resist writing a little bit more of the future of these two. 

SCENARIO - Chanyeol and his hard-to-control twin children! 

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You looked up in surprise as you heard the sound of excited children’s voices. You eyes widened in shock as you watched two small toddlers sprinting across the coffee shop to where you were sat, their small legs thumping their way across the wooden floors. 

Your children reached you and flung their tiny arms around you, and you laughed in surprise, looking down at where they were grinning up at you with large gummy smiles. You reached down from your seat to lift the nearest child onto your lap, and leant to kiss the other on the top of head where he was clinging onto your leg. Your daughter giggled, as she sat happily on your lap, wrapping her arms around you neck with a gummy grin.

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NEWSIES IN MANILA!!!!1 (I decided to post this after the show is done because I may post some spoilers lol) This is going to be a mess so bear with me.

  • It’s hard not to compare it to Newsies Live, but I feel so proud that an all Filipino cast and crew are able to create this kind of quality theater! They didn’t adopt the Tony-winning choreography but they still had those awesome jumps, spins, cartwheels, and pirouettes that would just make your jaw drop to the ground.
  • Everyone was amazing! Their singing skills are on point (I especially love Once and For All. It was so hot but I still got chills), the execution of the choreography was perfect, and there were some trick shots during Seize the Day that made everyone go WOAH and it was so fun to watch a fresh take in this show. 
  • I still hold my position that newsies are humans made out of rubber. And compared to the Broadway stage, this is too small so I’m amazed that they’re still able to fit that many newsies in that tiny stage AND they’re still flying around without falling to the audience like damn.
  • When they were singing the latter part of Carrying the Banner there were two groups dancing depending on which part they were singing it was adorable.
    The fight scene during Seize the Day is more like a dance off lol it was funny for me I’m sorry.
  • Also they knocked out Crutchie before handcuffing him AND THERE WAS BLOOD HOW DARE THEY.
  • Also the actor playing Finch is a 15-year-old boy. He was able to tap while wearing a sling! I hope he’ll have a good career in theater if ever he’ll pursue it.
  • I just realized Elmer is adorable. I thought he was gonna get the whole tray from the nun before thanking her lmao.
  • I love Race you can always depend on him, and he loves his cigar so much
  • yer werld is yer erster
  • yer erSTER
  • The characterization of Morris Delancey is very different from the original, but I think it was so cute. Can Morris be my favorite newsie now?
  • Les sounds and looks like a 13 year old boy. Sorry kid you don’t pass for 10, especially 7.
  • There were girlsies I repeat, there were girlsies!!!!!!! (And they’re dressed as girls so they’re easily seen) They were not there during Carrying the Banner but they’re there during the rest of the ensemble numbers.
  • I also want to give a shoutout to the newsies AND girlsies who were moving the towers while the cast is dancing. No one got hurt! Also, pushing around those sets is also a workout, so it’s not just the actors who got ripped lol.
  • Tap dancing is hard and tap dancing King of New York is hard but they still produced a good big tap dance number that wowed the audience.
  • Of course there were some bad points like the sound system is breaking up at some songs and Katherine’s mic was either not loud enough or it’s super loud. But the fact that the sounds are still crisp and you can hear every lyric in an open area, they still get my thumbs up.
  • My favorite number ever is Seize The Day, mostly because of their iconic newspaper dance, but for this production, it has to be Once and For All. You can really feel that it’s the last straw and these boys won’t take shit anymore and my sister said that the 3 towers formed together and became the printing press with the turning cogs and everything (I didn’t see it because I was overwhelmed with everything. I hope I had a hundred eyes while watching this) and after the key change during “There’s change coming once and for all” as they were presenting the Newsies Banner, PAPES FELL FROM THE CEILING AND IT’S THE NEWSIES BANNER AND I HELD IT HIGH LIKE A NEWSIE I’M SUCH A DORK.
  • From all that’s new in this production I love what they did during the Santa Fe Reprise. So Jack was singing in his penthouse for the first part then he threw his hat during “Captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and GO!“. Then for the remaining part of the song he went down and during the sweet piano notes after “Save my place, I’ll be there”, he looked at his hat and slowly picked it up. I know it’s a tiny change but something about that scene made me think. Jack threw his hat because being a poor and orphan newsie sucks and being on strike is worse and his friends just got beat up and his best friend got sent to the refuge and he’s so tired he just wants to escape. But he looked at his hat, picked it up, and knew that this is his reality. That’s why he said “just be real, is all I’m asking, not some painting in my head”, because at least if Santa Fe is real, then he has something else to hold on to after the riot in Newsies Square. (I have a lot of feelings okay shut up)
  • Also during the scene when Jack, Davey and Spot were waving to the newsies at Joe’s office, they were looking at the audience pretending to see the newsies ensemble at the back of the stage. Jack looked in our area and I thought he was looking at me so I nodded my head and smiled, and guess what he did? HE WAVED AND ACKNOWLEDGED MY EXISTENCE. And like a dork I waved back.
  • AND OF COURSE MY DEAR CRUTCHIE MADE ME SWEAT THROUGH MY EYES. During “watch me stand, watch me run”, he threw his crutch, spread his arms out and tried to take a step until he fell and Jack got him. Cue the tears. Also after “I don’t need a limp to sell papes, I’ve got…” he paused, went to the middle of the stage, gave a big smile and “POISONALITY!!!”. Cue more tears. He really showed that having a disability does not define you. And during Seize the Day while the whole cast is flying about he’s just in the corner cheering and flailing his arms and dancing with his crutch. I love this cutiepie so much. And he knows how to rip your heart out and step on it during Letter from The Refuge.
  • M O R R I S D E L A N C E Y
  • The music and score is phenomenal it sounds so perfect and the singing was amazing, like most of the time I had to bite my lips because the songs are just so catchy and they are hitting all of the right notes and I just want to sing it too but I don’t want to ruin it. (However Davey’s poor gUYS head is spinning was a downer, he was screaming than singing that precious note)
  • Speaking of Davey he’s one of my favorite newsies because I love his development from being a shy, background type of guy who was hesitant to join the strike he became the brains of the strike, he held down the boys who were about to soak the Scabs during Seize the Day, and he was the one who lead the rally at the theater INCLUDING the Brooklyn newsies while Jack was missing. He grew up from a boy to a man and a leader and honestly I didn’t see that in this Davey. All throughout the show he’s quiet and doesn’t have any strength to lead the newsies. It even seemed like he’s always second guessing. I don’t even see him as the protective big brother to Les. I don’t know what they were thinking for removing that character development. I have nothing against the actor though, he was amazing. I’m sorry this is such a negative point but I love Davey too much and they didn’t do him justice.
  • After curtain call they sang Carrying the Banner again and I just can’t help myself anymore. Since I was already standing up, I just sang to my heart’s content. And the newsies at our side of the stage kept on looking at me because I know all of the lyrics and I can be a newsie too????? (just kidding lmao i can’t dance for the life of me)
  • It’s just a damn good show and it’s one of the best things that I spent with my hard earned cash and I’m going to watch Newsies Live for the 150th time now goodbye
You Make Me Crazier

AN: Y/N is BTS’ interning doctor. Technically part of staff for a while. Jungkook doesn’t get to talk to many people his age, so can’t help but be curious about the pretty doctor he gets to see when he sprains his ankle and other ‘real injuries’. 

For in house injuries, BTS’ management had hired an interning first year med student to be on call in case any member required small scale injury support. A supervising doctor was nearby, so they could consult if they feared a complication would arise. 

For a 19 year old who had just finished her first term at med school, this was a real challenge. Not only was she interning without direct supervision, but she was going to be taking care of BTS. A band that her friends and her had practiced the dance moves to and sang along to on so many occasions.  

Her first few days were really about orientation, she was told not to hope meeting them unless one of them got injured, which would be an unfortunate meeting. She agreed with her supervising doctor, but inside she was curious about them.

It wasn’t like she should expect constant injuries, so her internship was mostly about understanding minor injuries and studying for her future exams, running test labs and conducting research. 

Soon enough, Y/N had gotten into a routine. Then, she met Jungkook who had sprained his ankle and was carried into see her by his fellow hyungs. She treated him and suggested staying under her observation for a few hours if that made him feel better. He did, and whilst Y/N tried to get to work Jungkook kept asking her questions.

‘What do 19 year olds do?’ He asked. 

Y/N looked up from her chart. 

‘Aren’t you 19? What do you do?’ Y/N asked. 

‘I’m an idol. Half my life is spent performing, the other half sleeping. If I’m lucky I can play games for a while. Sometimes, my hyungs and I will go out to eat after practice. That’s about it.’ He explained. 

Y/N could see he was curious. She felt bad for him. A typical 19 year old’s life wasn’t like his. But, some could say his life was better: it was a life that was doing something so early. It was a talented life. 

‘Well, every 19 year old has a different life. But I see your point. You’re Jungkook the golden maknae. Everyone has their eyes on you. A regular 19 year old isn’t like that. But, I don’t know if you’ll like the sound of it. The 19 year olds I know, including me wake up late, stay out late, drink too much, don’t study enough, kiss too much, spend time on social media too much and are trying to get their life together. You sound like you already have.’ Y/N said. For a moment she questioned if she should be a body doctor or a mind doctor. She felt like a psychologist now. 

‘I would draw. I’d spend all my time drawing if I wasn’t an idol.’ Jungkook said, a shy smile on his lips. 

Y/N hesitated before she asked ‘what would you rather be?’. She knew she stepped into possibly thorny territory. Could she live with any sort of information where Jungkook, golden maknae of BTS said he regrets what so many aspire for?

‘There’s no doubt I prefer doing what I do now. I’d rather having drawing as a hobby than singing. Music is my life, my first love. It’s unconditional’ I guess that doesn’t make much sense though does it?’  Jungkook said. He hadn’t really an idea why he was telling the pretty intern all these things. When he found out she was his age too, he wanted to know more about her. Observing her as she worked, he realised she was like him in some ways. She was quiet, polite and easy to talk to. Well, easy to talk to for him at least. She listened when all other girls screamed.

‘No, it makes perfect sense. It’s like what I do. Medicine makes me want to scream sometimes, but my love for what I may be able to do when I become a real doctor is unconditional.’ Y/N said, slightly getting lost in her own thoughts. This isn’t something she usually thought about. Y/N was a practical girl. She did things instead of thinking about them. 

Jungkook nodded in agreement, shying away. Y/N didn’t think too much of it. She was supposed to be practicing to be a doctor, she wasn’t here to see where talking to Jungkook could lead her. Later that night when she got home though, she couldn’t stop thinking about her first patient. His smile was shy and sweet. His laugh, (she rejoiced at how he had laughed at her doctor joke) was addicting. 

At the same time, across the city at the Bangtan residence, Jungkook was thinking about a pretty Y/N. It was scary for Jungkook, as well as exciting. Before, he had celebrity crushes. Well, they weren’t celebrities for him. The girls he liked who were idols he liked because they were cute, alongside a billion other fans. The pretty intern was someone he actually liked and felt open to talk to. 

He didn’t realise his hyungs were exchanging glances as they noticed at Jungkook’s wide smile. 

‘Did you dream you won a grammy award Jungkook?’ Namjoon asked, trying to figure out why this boy who used his free time to play games was sitting there smiling into thin air like the best thing ever had happened to him.

‘Aish I wish.’ Jungkook said, snapping out. 

‘Was it that intern?!’ J-Hope yelled, smacking Suga’s chest with the back of his hand as he thought he was on to something.

‘Ah, maknae did you do something?!’ Jin questioned, like a mother worried her son had done something inappropriate. 

‘Who do you guys think I am, Rap Monster?!’ Jungkook replied, annoyed his hyungs could think of it like that. 

‘Ya, I’m not perverted enough to do stuff like that so quickly.’ Namjoon tried to defend himself. He knew it wasn’t working. He probably would move onto a girl that quickly, if she was right.

‘So? It has something to do with the pretty intern doesn’t it?’ Suga asked, more as a matter of fact.

‘I don’t even know her name.’ 

‘Is this your issue? Just find out, ask her.’ Taehyung said.

‘She’s technically staff, you know the rules Jungkook’. Namjoon went into leader mode. He hated the rules himself, but he couldn’t do anything about it. The rules didn’t ban relationships with staff, but they did ban fraternising with staff for not BTS’ sake- but for the staff. 

J-Hope felt sorry for the golden maknae. He was a kid, who finally liked a girl enough to get to know her. At 19, he should be able to have some of the experiences the rest of them had. 

‘Find your way.’ J-Hope said. 

‘What?’ Jungkook asked. 

‘To see her. We’ll keep shut, right guys?’ The rest of the team nodded in agreement. 

‘Aish, my other ankle hurts!’ Jungkook yelled. 

Another way had been found, visits to the pretty intern’s office were going to become a regular thing for Jungkook. He smiled in delight. 

The next morning, and the morning after that, and the evening after that followed by a couple of other visits- Y/N was convinced Jungkook wasn’t coming to see her for ankle pains, headaches or whatever else he had managed to come up with. Their relationship had started to develop, they were friends who ended up laughing together at goofy jokes, eating lunch sometimes if Jungkook planned his visits well and recently, there had been what Y/N didn’t want to think of- but knew, was flirting. No one had any clue how much the golden maknae could do when it came to making her speechless. 

If anything, it was clear was coming to see her for a reason. 

She was going to confront him. 

Before he could enter the room once more again, Y/N stood there trying to come up with a stern expression. She was failing. One smile from Jungkook and it was like she was either breathless or hypnotised. 

‘Let me guess, headache today?’ She asked, trying to remain professional but it seemed to disappear around her only patient. 

Jungkook looked dumbstruck. Y/N was on to him. 

‘Aish, my back hurts.’ 

Y/N slipped. She grinned at him.

‘Back? I don;t know if I should be the one dealing with that. It can be pretty serious. Maybe I should transfer you-’.

‘i mean back head! The back of my head hurts. Here.’ Jungkook patted his head.

‘If you want to take me out on a date Jungkook, all you have to do is ask.’ Y/N said, putting a stray lock of hair behind her ears. 

Inside Jungkook was freaking out. He could do this. He could do this. Hell, he wanted to be as confident as the beautiful girl in front of him. 

‘Do you like pizza?’ Jungkook cockily asked, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. 

This was why he was the golden maknae, he took challenges with stride. Outside Jungkook looked confident, leaning against the door, arms crossed and cocky grin plastered on his face. Inside he was nervous. This would be the first time he offered to take a girl out. Girls usually just threw himself, and normally he sat on a date or two with nothing to talk about apart from the girl talking about how amazing he was.

‘What time?’ Y/N asked. She thought two could play at this game. 

‘Today. After I finish. You don’t go home till 12 right?’ Jungkook asked. He had given away another detail accidentally, which was that he sometimes stayed later at the studio to make sure someone was there to pick up Y/N. 

‘Don’t ask how I know that.’ Jungkook said shyly, looking down at his shoes. 

‘I’ll go out with you, if you tell me how you know what time I go home and anything else I don’t know tonight.’ Y/N said, offering her condition.

Jungkook breathed a fake annoyed sigh. Y/N was reminded of the time a youtube video went viral when he announced out he hated being called ‘oppa’. 

‘Deal.’ Jungkook smiled. 

‘I’ll see you tonight, Jeon Jungkook.’ Y/N winked. 

Jungkook felt elated. He’d have to see Y/N about his combusting heart soon enough. 

 That night, sat side by side over pizza and cola in the dance practice room (Y/N teased Jungkook how he’d end up diabetic from how much he drank), Jungkook learnt more about a girl who he was starting to really, really like. For once, he felt free. He felt like a 19 year old. He liked seeing Y/N in jeans and a t-shirt, hair down and being the cutest girl he’d ever laid eyes on. They were both mature for their ages, but it felt good for Jungkook to be carefree for once. He found out another detail about Y/N too: she was caring. She asked about his injuries, not as a doctor, but as someone who really cared. The night ended with Jungkook tired, and laying his head down on Y/N’s lap to rest. She smoothed out the contours of his face and eyebrows, and ran her fingers through his hair. 

‘I could fall asleep on you.’ Jungkook said, willing himself to keep his eyes open.

Y/N simply smiled what Jungkook was about to label her cute signature smile. It was shy for now. Jungkook could picture it becoming more seductive. 

WIth a certain stir at the thought, he willed himself to get up. 

‘I should take you home.’ Jungkook said. 

‘We’ll see each other tomorrow, right?’ Jungkook asked. 

‘If you find too many injuries Jungkook, I’m obliged to let someone know.’ Y/N said, allowing Jungkook to realise that she knew he was faking most of his falls.

‘Hmm. That’s a problem.’ Jungkook said, annoyed at all these rules. 

He took a step closer to Y/N. 

‘We have to find other ways to meet. Someone has to deal with my injuries though, right?’ Jungkook smiled as he whispered in her ear. 

Y/N felt her body tense. 

‘Same, place, same time?’ Jungkook asked. 

‘I’ll bring something for us. You can’t survive on junkfood.’ Y/N said, planning to cook something for Jungkook to eat. He had told her about missing home cooked food, and if anything- Y/N was known for her cooking. It was basically a science.

‘Aish, don’t spoil me women.’ Jungkook said, but he secretly liked it. He was falling for this caring, smart, pretty intern. More fast and scarily than he thought.

He walked her to a cab station before leaving himself, a spring in his step: a feeling of promise in his head and heart, something he hadn’t felt since BTS made their debut. 

AN: Jungkook is one of the most difficult people to write about! I think it’s because no one really knows what his personality is. He’s changed since debut, because puberty does that to you. I don’t want to make him seem like this innocent, always worried type because current Jungkook doesn’t seem to reflect that. I think he’s much more confident than we think, competitive, possessive and optimistic is probably who Jungkook is now. He’s so young, so his adult personality is only just coming into being.  

The sound of Silence

Summary:  When Dan moved into his new flat, he absolutely loved it. He quickly finds out though that the adorable couple next door is incredibly loud. It doesn’t seem to matter what time of day it is; they’re always making noise. One day though all that stops and he’s left with nothing but the sound of silence.

Rating: like mild 

Warnings: minor character death. Christmas 

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Jun as a boyfriend!

A/N: Love you anon, sorry for the wait xx

  • Really caring boyfriend.
  • Asked you out by singing your favourite song. He then got up and started dancing with you randomly and you knew when you said yes your boyfriend would be crazy.
  • Jun would be a nice mix he can either be quiet or greasy or quite outgoing.
  • When hes greasy hes also a huggee tease.
  • Loovessss to tease you and that will be the only time he proper clings to you.
  • You love clingy Jun anyways. Especially sleepy Jun because his cuddles are the best.
  • You two would always be cuddling. Jun’s the type to stand in front of you two and put your arms around him and blame it on you when the members scream too much pDAAAA
  • “Hey tell y/n its her arms that are around me.”
  • Can also be shy and when you realise he’s blushing, he would tackle you with a million kisses and cuddles so you forget that he ever blushed.
  • Alwaays complimenting you on how beautiful you are. And never let’s you forget it.
  • Your dates are the funniest. Most of them end up as clichés but you gotta love them.
  • For example you guys are cooking at home and then BAM food fight. You get flour in your hair and he reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear, and kisses you.
  • Again, i cant stress the amount of compliments he would give. “damn jagi it always hits me when i realise how beautiful you are.” Cue greasy Jun. Alwayssss complimenting you. Like he seriously sees no other.
  • Would always put you first no matter what.
  • He is a proper gentleman.
  • Hes the kind of boyfriend who helps you shop, AND buys and carries everything for you.
  • Would even help you clean your house like do the dishes for you, when he knows you get tired,
  • He would also buy you little snacks because he knows how long you shop for.
  • When he can’t make dates because of his schedules he would buy you little presents or leave flowers at your doorstep.
  • Dw he knows ur not materialistic cuz ur independent!!
  • Would be up for anything when it comes to dates so wouldn’t mind and would always let you choose.
  • He always tells you to come over to the dorm when it’s raining so that he can lend you his clothes from when you get soaked because of the rain.
  • Internally screams when he sees you in his clothing but bits his lip to keep cool.
  • Would dance around the house with you, like randomly bust into random songs and dance moves.
  • Really affectionate but respects if you need space.
  • Back to sleepy jun! he would love falling asleep or having you in his arms while he goes to sleep.
  • Cuddling with Jun is cute, hes super tall so would also engulf your body when cuddling.
  • He would love any type of skin ship with you.
  • Gives you cute little kisses like forhead or eskimo kisses.
  • Can turn from sweet to rough to passionate in 0.000023 seconds.
  • He can be awkward at times but who isn’t? especially when you randomly drop a dirty joke on him.
  • Afterwards realises and drops dirty jokes on you as well.
  • You guys would have cute little inside jokes which you laugh about in cute little giggles.
  • Jun’s way of making The8 jealous.
  • When you two have fights (really rarely) he’s the quite kind that wouldn’t make a big deal and would still take care if you during the fight (but hes still be kinda mad)
  • For example even if you guys aren’t talking and you need something he would get it for you instead of telling you to get it yourself.
  • He would always apologise first and appreciate when you apologise.
  • If the fight got serious he wouldnt say anything for a couple of days to help him think and for the both of you to calm down then would approach you with sorrys and cuddles.
  • When your upset or sad he let’s you talk and sits there next to you holding you.
  • He would then whisper words of advice or encouragement anything you needed.
  • When he’s upset he goes two ways. Either tells you in a calm or whiney voice as to why hes upset or he stays quiet.
  • He would mainly tell you though because he doesn’t want you worrying and he trusts you.
  • He would buy you clothes you squeal about when you two go window shopping.
  • When you get tired he would notice and would give you piggy back rides
  • Would always check up on you making sure your okay and always put you first.
  • But you know it’s serious when he’s quite.
  • Always asking you if you need anything.
  • Can’t cook much korean foods but would cook you little snacks that he ate in China.
  • He would try really hard in your relationship to make sure your always happy. Overall a really amazing boyfriend!

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Dance With Me? (Jungkook)

drabble about being a backup dancer for BTS/Jungkook’s dance partner as requested by growlwolfexo! hope it’s to your liking~

Genre: kookie’s so shy and sexy at the same time wtf no

Word count: 2688

Rating: K for why don’t you just Kill me now Kookie

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