#ask number 136
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homegirl have you not stumbled across the "Leonardo Dicaprio doesn't date women over 25" jokes yet???
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That makes so much more sense I don't know what was going on in my mind, but I think I had assumed that it was like... Some new Tumblr joke? I have heard of those jokes but I have not been bombarded with a lot of them recently and this clarifies a lot thank you akdnwkxkwk now that you've pointed it out it feels obvious 🤦🏽♀️
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𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒
Kim Seungmin/Female Reader
wc: 11k
rating: mature/explicit ಇ
comments: thanks everyone for the likes and reblogs and feedback! (´︶`) knowing someone is enjoying my fics makes writing seungmin so much easier. technically this is the last part, but not really...
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→ Blind Date
→ Second Date
→ Third Date
Part 4 of 4
Seungmin goes quiet after that, relaxes against the arm of the couch. You’re on the opposite side, doing the same. You watch each other carefully , but nobody makes a move, and nobody starts to speak.
You wonder if there was something you could have done to avoid all of this drama. Four and a half months of wondering; of being so down you can barely make it to work some days. Both of you have been really bad at this.
“Yes, I know it’s complicated.”
-
Counting the days and weeks until Seungmin comes back to you has been excruciating, sometimes anxiety inducing, and the only thing really keeping you together.
As of today it’s been 136 days since you spent the night with him. Twenty weeks, almost, since you looked at him face to face—touched him, kissed him, desperately wanted to confess how you’ve already fallen for him, and you never want to leave his side again.
But he did text you three days ago.
A part of you feels like giving up, because maybe this has gone on for far too long.
It’s nothing that Seungmin has done. He hasn’t said anything to you about things likely not working out. He talks to you in the same sweet, cheery way he always has when he actually has time to text, or call. You don’t resent him for his lack of communication, ever, because you know his lifestyle is worlds away from yours.
But the part of you that’s crazy about him sits and thinks: he can call for a five minute conversation, ask me how I am before I completely fall apart. You think…why hasn’t he messaged back? It takes a few seconds.
You hate having these thoughts. But you’re only human, and you have so much empty time to think about him.
It’s just not the same for him. It might never be the same for him.
Right now you’re staring out of your classroom window, completely lost in thought. The kids are working quietly, and it’s honestly the first time all day where you’ve been truly alone in your head.
There’s a loud knock on the door, and it makes you, and your students, jump.
“Come in…”
The door opens slowly, and the face that peeks through the door is a familiar one.
“Hey,” Choonhee waits a moment, then enters and closes the door behind her. She grabs a chair and finds a spot to sit directly in front of, across your desk.
“Hi, what’s up?”
“I’m on my way out, but I wanted to see you before I left. I keep missing you, and you’re not answering my messages.” The look she gives you is a little bit questioning, and a little bit irritated.
“Sorry, I’ve just had a lot on my mind. I’m trying to get out of this slump.”
“Slump? The same one you’ve been in for the last…” she gestures vaguely at nothing, “month? Maybe longer, I don’t know.”
“Yeah,” you manage, but it comes out shaky. You feel your throat tighten, and the air is pushed out of your lungs. Your eyes sting with tears. You can’t do this here.
“Hey hey, I’m sorry.” Choonhee starts to stand, “go pull yourself together, I’ll watch the class.”
You inhale deeply and make your way to the restroom. Luckily you have it to yourself, because when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror, tears are starting to stream down your cheeks. The result of bottling up until you explode.
Talking to Choonhee about this was always an option, but you haven’t. For some reason, you didn’t want her know how deep the cut is that Seungmin has made in you.
Her blind date was probably never supposed to turn into this; something serious, something you want, maybe more than anything you’ve ever wanted. You feel stupid and childish about it, because you know who he is. Sometimes you have to remind yourself that it was him that initiated date number two, and three, sort of, otherwise you’ll convince yourself you somehow forced him into all of this.
It takes far too long for you to finish crying and clean yourself up, but she’s still sitting there waiting when you return.
“I’ll be over tonight, and we’re going to talk it out. Okay?” She says.
You nod, eyes still red, makeup probably giving you two black eyes.
“I have to get going, I’ll see you later. Your phone went off while you were in the bathroom.”
You watch her as she walks out, then look to your students. In a few minutes, they’ll be dismissed. And you can go home and finish the crying that you’ve started.
First, you sit and poke the screen of your phone. It’s just a text message.
No, it’s not just a text message. It’s Seungmin. Choonhee probably looked, but all she would’ve seen is the contact name for him; SM.
Weeks ago, you almost changed it to Minnie, but you didn’t. The impersonal, secretive SM remained. You unlock your phone and open it.
I hope you had a good day. You’re just leaving work, I think…if I have my time right
And just like that, he pulls you back up, and back in. He says the right thing at just the right time. Although today, he he did miss it by a few minutes.
Now you battle with whether or not you text him back immediately, or wait until you get home. Neither feels like the right thing to do. You stare down at the message until it’s time for you to dismiss your class, thinking of what to say to him.
It’s personal. He took note of the time, and remembered when it is you usually leave.
Part of you feels like crying again, but your heart is fluttering. You hate this.
———
“I got your favorite!” Choonhee starts unloading the bag of food she brought with her. “Don’t look so defeated over there.”
She let herself in while you sat folded up on the couch. You’re still looking at your phone, trying to figure out what to say to him. Should you keep it casual and tell him your day was alright? Lie?
No, you could tell him the truth; that it was a rough day, and you’ve had a lot of days like this lately because you haven’t seen him in such a long time. But you have no idea how he’d react to that. Maybe he would feel guilty about not texting more, or feel bad because he’s been too busy to see you when he is in Seoul.
Or maybe he would feel overwhelmed by it, and decide enough was enough.
Seungmin—the Seungmin you know, at least, has always come off very laidback. Open when he needed to be, but not overly so. He’s a little bit reserved, but so many moments with him have been…cute.
And Chicago. It’s been so long since Chicago—long enough that the memory is fading a little. You have to think back on it and keep yourself there, in that moment, to remember all the detail. It’s all still there, in your head.
Finally, you start to type.
“Hi Minnie. I had a rough day today…I hope I get to see you again soon.”
You stare at it until Choonhee clears her throat in an attempt to get your attention.
You read it once more, then send it.
“Okay, dinner is served. Eat and tell me what’s been bothering you.”
You set your phone face down on the table and take a few bites before getting into it. Starting the conversation will be the most difficult.
So you just start.
“This is a little bit my fault, isn’t it?” Choonhee listened quietly, but you could tell she wasn’t expecting this to be about him. “I pushed this on you. I knew he spoke to you back in…June? I think it was June. But I didn’t know you saw each other again after the first date.”
“Yeah, there was a second date. And a third. And, well…ya know.”
Her eyebrows raise, “what? Fourth, fifth?”
“No, we slept together.”
She’s silent for a long moment, but her eyes remain fixed on you.
“When I went home in July. Remember?”
She’s still silent.
“I haven’t seen him since then.”
“Seungmin doesn’t like opening up to people. He doesn’t do that. Or he didn’t, at least. Are you sure you didn’t just…dream it?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I didn’t dream about having sex with him and then convince myself it really happened.”
Choonhee throws her hands up and waves your remark away, “okay I’m sorry, I’m just…surprised. I mean, even the multiple dates is a little surprising.”
“Then why did you even set us up?”
She shrugs, and then struggles to find the right words, “I don’t know…you were both here, and alone. I didn’t want you to spend the holiday by yourself. I thought you’d like him…I guess I was right. I’m not usually good with matches.
“So…are you saying I should just move on?”
“No, absolutely not! Text him right now, and tell him you want to see him when he gets home. He doesn’t get to fuck and run. I don’t care who he is.”
She goes quiet for a few seconds, but you can tell she’s frustrated and deep in thought. “I knew you’d like him. I’m sorry, I made this mess. If he doesn’t get himself together and talk to you like he should, I’ll go find him myself.”
———
By the time your text message gets to Seungmin, he’s home, undressed, and about to hop into a very hot shower. He smiles when he reads Minnie, because in the far too few messages exchanged, you’ve mostly called him Seungmin. His smile fades when he reads the rest.
He knows he’s been bad at this. Not just bad, actually—he’s been pathetic. He’s ghosted you, and strung you along for weeks.
No, he thinks. It’s been months of sporadic texting. Every time he was home, or close to home, he ignored you. Not maliciously, of course, and ignored is a strong word. He messaged you, but it really was the bare minimum. Especially after the last time you were together; you gave yourself to him, and Seungmin took all that he could.
Now he can’t admit to you how much it scared him.
He sets his phone down for now, and climbs into the shower—because once again, his mind, body, and everything in between is tired.
He’s so tired, he feels like he could cry. Maybe if he just let go, let himself wrap around someone and cry into their chest, he would feel better.
———
“When did he text you last?” Choonhee is cleaning up the table, throwing things into the sink, and generally doing a terrible job of tidying. But she means well, and you let her at it. “Has it been a while?”
“Three days ago, before today. He sent a message while you were in my classroom earlier.”
“Oh, is that who the buzz was? Did you answer back? Maybe you should just make him wait around.”
“I replied right before we ate, only because it took me a while to figure out what to say.”
You’re back on the couch now, phone in hand, eyes staring at the stagnant message thread. Figuring out his schedule is tough sometimes, and you try (and usually fail) to stay off of Twitter and fan sites. Right now you’re sifting through them, though—looking for anything new.
You pull up a few airport photos from earlier today. Seungmin is hidden behind a mask and a hat, but you can see his eyes. He looks tired.
It makes your heart sink. You return to your message thread again and read through the last few texts; they feel more and more impersonal as time goes on, and that makes your heart sink, too.
Maybe he is pulling away from you.
“I know saying this won’t help, but do not let this take over. Don’t let him get into your head like this.”
“It’s too late for that.”
Choonhee grabs your arm and shakes it furiously, “he’s just a guy!”
———
Seungmin is flat on his back, covers fluffed up all around him, a pillow under his head, another under his feet. No matter what he does, he’s uncomfortable. He desperately wants and needs to fall asleep, but it’s alluding him. His brain won’t shut up.
The room is chilly, and that’s usually what does the trick. Cold room, warm bed, and he’s out like a light.
He picks up his phone and reads your text again.
Hi Minnie. I had a rough day today…I hope I get to see you again soon.
If only he could figure out what to say back to you. There are so many things he wants to say, and so few ways he can think of to type it out.
Even if he were to see you face to face, he’d be lost for words. Seungmin is not one to let people in, but he has already let you in.
And now he’s stupidly pushing you away.
He pulls up a photo of you and stares at it. This wasn’t the way he planned on relaxing, but his hand is finding it’s way under his shirt anyway, touching his stomach, slowly moving downward until reaches the waistband of his sweatpants.
Thinking of your one night together, somehow still vivid in his head after all this time, is enough to get him hard. And looking at you…he runs his hand down the length of his cock, grabs tight, and strokes himself slowly. The breath he lets out is shaky. He has to be quiet.
———
“Is he?” You look at her, only slightly defeated. “…just a guy?”
“You slept with him, you should know.”
“He’s not.”
The look she gives you is almost enough to make you rethink what you just said.
“I promise you, beneath everything, he’s like any other guy you’ve dated who got too close, freaked out, and disappeared.”
You shake your head. Then your phone buzzes in your hand, and the feeling makes your heart jump to your throat, and your stomach sink all at once. You don’t immediately move your eyes to the screen—you can’t.
“Was that him?”
Now you look. SM. You nod.
you still want to see me?
You will see him again, and you’ll tell him exactly how you feel.
“What did he say?”
You turn your phone so Choonhee can read the message. She rolls her eyes.
“He sounds like a guy. I’m sorry I got you into this…but, you are going to see him again I assume.”
“Yeah, of course.”
———
It’s not until you’re in bed, hours later, that you open his text in an attempt to answer. But it might be better to do this in the morning, because sending one and waiting for his reply is going to keep you up all night.
You stare anyway, trying to get your thoughts in order; your words, your feelings. Do you want him to know how you really feel now, or when you have him in front of you? Can you even get the right words out when he’s in front of you?
You open your notes app and begin working on a reply.
You know I want to see you, Seungmin. I’m trying to be patient and understanding, but it’s so hard when you’re on my mind every day. I hope you’re getting some rest, and I hope you’re doing well. And I hope I can see you before you leave again.
You fall asleep writing. And in the morning, there he is again. One text message sent at 5am.
I’m so sorry. I should have made time for you in October, but every time I wanted to ask you, I froze, I don’t know why, I have no excuse
For a moment, you think you accidentally sent the rough draft of your text in your sleep. You didn’t. This was just him, awake before dawn, finally giving you something sincere. Now you have to rethink your reply.
The typing notification pops up while you’re reading over his message again. Still awake at 6:45.
I remember you telling me you wake up at the same time every morning... Good morning
You feel like crying again. But not like yesterday.
“Good morning” is the best you can come up with this early. He’ll have to wait.
———
Seungmin falls asleep, eventually, but not comfortably.
He gets up from bed to clean himself up, change (he’s warm now, so he opts for less clothes), and hopefully he’ll still be a little bit tired by the time he hits the bed again.
At 4:45am, his body decides he’s had enough. Now he’s awake, eyes still closed, bed far too warm. He throws off the blankets and flips onto his back.
Immediately, and not surprisingly, Seungmin’s thoughts turn to you. You’re sleeping soundly, he hopes, unlike him. He imagines you in the bed he’s never seen; curled up, tucked in. Maybe if he was there with you, he could sleep.
Every time he gets back home, he tries to push himself again, and he fails. He did it in October, and then again in September, right before his birthday. He knows he can’t keep doing this to you.
He pulls out his phone and opens your message thread.
…I hope I get to see you again soon
Seungmin stops thinking and just types:
“I’m so sorry. I should have made time for you in October…”
He stops and reads it. October. He was busy with the album release, but if he looks back in his messages again, he can count the number of texts he sent on one hand. You sent just as many…well, one more than him. That last message he didn’t even reply to. You must have been fed up with him and his lack of communication. And you had every right to be.
“…but every time I wanted to ask you, I froze, I don’t know why, I have no excuse.”
This part is true. Seungmin is almost freezing again right now.
“I don’t know how to explain…”
Now he thinks.
“…how all of this is making me feel. Maybe I’m…”
Seungmin backspaces the last sentence before he even finishes it. And then he hits send.
At 6:45, he’s still wide awake. He remembers you telling him your alarm is always set for this time, so he sends one more message.
And you reply. He was right, you were awake. Just a good morning, though. He’s sure it’s far too early for you to deal with his wishy-washy bullshit.
———
When he doesn’t text again by lunch time, you decide he’s waited long enough. And you can’t waste time, really. He might not be in town for long.
“I want to see you, and I will see you. Today, tomorrow, it doesn’t matter. But I need it to be soon. Neither of us are allowed to be nervous anymore.”
It’s better, you decide, than whatever you wrote last night.
He’s silent as you drift through the rest of the school day (you assume he’s having trouble thinking of a reply to that), and right as the class is gathering their things and leaving, another teacher sneaks in and approaches you. Then you realize it’s not a teacher, but you recognize her. She’s a secretary you’ve spoken to a few times before.
She nods to you and smiles. “I know you’re on your way out, but there’s a visitor for you, a parent who insisted I bring them right to you. It seemed important.”
You have very specific times for parent/teacher visits, and this is not one of them. And there is nobody else who would visit you. You’re confused. “Okay, send them in…I guess.”
You look down at your phone—you doubt it, but maybe you missed a text message or a call. No, nothing.
“Hello.”
The way his voice floats over to you almost knocks you out, and when you turn to meet his eyes, your throat refuses to let you release the air in your lungs.
“Your last text was very insistent. I know this probably is not the best approach…but I haven’t been doing a very good job of anything lately.”
Still you just stare at him, lost for words. You look around your classroom, then down at yourself. This is not how you wanted to see him again, but do you have any room to complain?
He takes a few steps toward you, “was this a bad idea?”
You manage to shake your head and swallow. And then you realize your legs still work, with some effort. Two steps later, your arms wrap around his waist, your face disappears in his sweatshirt, and you squeeze.
His tiny, relieved laugh is music to your ears, and then his hands slide across your back until he’s fully embraced you.
You keep him there for a long time, and he doesn’t protest or try to pull you away. When he does speak again, it’s a question.
“How was your day?”
You slowly release him, but making eye contact is a bit of a challenge. “It’s better now.” So you fall apart when he does show up; no strong words, no looks of disbelief at his absence. You knew this would happen.
“Where can I take you? Home? Or…anywhere you want.”
“Home is good.”
“Okay, there’s a ride waiting for us.” He moves his hands up and over your shoulders, and he rests them on either side of your neck. “I understand if you’re angry with me, and if you stay that way.”
“I am. I don’t want to be.”
Seungmin leans closer, and he moves painfully slow, but eventually he makes it to your mouth. His kiss is light and short, but he keeps going back to peck at your lips, over and over, until you open up and hold him there.
Finally, clear memories of Chicago fill you up. His scent and his touch pull you right back, and you hope he remembers it like you do.
———
It feels like your first date. A quiet car ride, a slow ride up the elevator, an awkward, unsure walk down the hallway to your apartment door. Then walking into your messy living room.
“Are you hungry? I can order something for us,” he says as he’s carefully removing his shoes. “And we can talk while we wait.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll make some coffee.”
Seungmin doesn’t follow you to the kitchen, like he’s done a few times before. Instead, he sits on the couch, situating himself so he can still see you.
You try not to look at him as you work, but you fail, several times. He smiles every time your eyes meet, but it’s a sad smile. It’s not one you’re used to seeing.
“No small talk,” you tell him as you hand him his coffee. “I’ll lose my mind.”
“No small talk.” He nods.
“Where have you been?” You start, staring down at your mug. “Not physically, I know that already. I mean…in every other way.”
“Uhm—“ Seungmin thinks. His face twists a little, probably in confusion. “Where have I…”
“Mentally,” you can’t take your eyes off of him now. “Emotionally.”
“Oh, okay I understand.” He clears his throat, adjusts himself. “It’s been hard to keep my thoughts organized lately. It’s not just that I’ve been busy with work…I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“I’m sorry.”
Seungmin shakes his head, “I could’ve fixed it, I’m sure. If I would’ve just talked about things with you a while ago, I probably would have slept easier.”
“I kept you up?”
“Yes. Well, thinking about you. I do think about you, all the time, even if I haven’t kept in touch. But I’ve been over complicating things, I think.”
“Talk to me now. Please.”
You think you can see his cheeks turning pink. His eyes are wide and shiny, but he’s unsure.
“I know, Seungmin…it is hard. It’s been hard for me, and I feel like it’s been a little more difficult for you. I kept everything to myself all this time, up until yesterday.”
He gives you another questioning look.
“Choonhee forced it out of me.”
He nods, sets his coffee down, and swings his legs up on the couch. Something about him making himself more comfortable puts you at ease. You remember him mentioning before that he felt relaxed being here, alone with you. "I don’t feel any pressure here." You hope he still feels that way.
“Tell me what you told her.”
“She did most of the talking.”
“Then what did Choonhee tell you?”
“That you’re just a guy, and I shouldn’t let you get to me like this.”
Seungmin actually nods at that—but he’s not looking you in the eyes now, so maybe he’s just…thinking about it. Or maybe he’s agreeing. You don’t know where this is going yet.
“I am just a guy, she’s right. I don’t want to be just a guy, though. Not to you.”
“Oh…”
“I thought I knew what was going on when we were together in Chicago, and I thought I knew what I wanted. I’ve been thinking all this time that if this couldn’t be a normal, traditional relationship, you would not be happy, not satisfied. And you’d tell me you weren’t interested in me anymore. I thought you would tell me you couldn’t do it.”
You almost interject; tell him that’s never what you expected of him. You wouldn’t never do that. Why didn’t you say that before? Instead, you used the hypothetical “if you weren’t who you are” question on him. You remain quiet, though, hoping he continues.
“…what I’ve been doing isn’t much better than what I’ve been afraid of. But you’re very smart, and I always knew that.”
You just smile at him, waiting for more.
“That’s why you were so worried when you found out who I was. You know this is much more complicated than that.”
Seungmin goes quiet after that, relaxes against the arm of the couch. You’re on the opposite side, doing the same. You watch each other carefully , but nobody makes a move, and nobody starts to speak.
You wonder if there was something you could have done to avoid all of this drama. Four and a half months of wondering; of being so down you can barely make it to work some days. Both of you have been really bad at this.
“Yes, I know it’s complicated.”
He’s biting his lip. Tapping his foot. It’s almost touching you, and you want to stretch your leg out until it does, but right as you tell your brain to do it, his leg slides back. He sits up and leans forward, falls to his knees, and crawls across the couch.
Before you can squeak his name out, he’s straddling you, arms on either side of your waist. And then the full weight of his body is on you. Seungmin sets his head down gently against your chest and relaxes.
You freeze for a few seconds. You have fallen asleep on this couch with him before, but this feels like much more.
He doesn’t say anything, not even when you set your hand on his head—rake your fingers through his hair, wrap your other arm around his shoulders. He sighs, though.
When it feels like you’re drifting off to sleep, he finally speaks. It’s muffled against your shirt.
“You just want me, right?”
“What?”
“Even if nobody is allowed to know. And we can’t go out in public, and I have to pretend you don’t exist.”
“Seungmin, I know that we can’t have a normal relationship. I just want you…and to know that you want me.” You say the last part under your breath.
“I do.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I promise I’ll be better. And that I won’t be afraid to talk to you, and tell you too much.”
“You can tell me whatever you need to.”
“I don’t usually talk much…to anyone.”
It never occurred to you that he didn’t have someone to talk to when he was feeling down, or having a bad day. A bad week. He’s been bottling everything up, just like you have. Maybe for a very long time.
“You can talk to me about your bad days, Minnie, or when you can’t sleep. And about your good days. I would like to be that person.”
“Am I the reason you had a rough day yesterday? Have you had a lot of those?”
“Yeah, I have had a lot of bad days because I missed you.”
“You can tell me about your bad days, too. Even if they were bad because of me.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Seungmin laughs, and it shakes your whole body. “Good.”
☾⋆⁺₊⋆
The next morning is almost normal. Your alarm goes off at its regular time—6:45, and you’re tired, which is also normal. The room is chilly, and it’s so warm under the blankets that getting up is nearly impossible. An ordinary morning. The one thing that makes it different is that Seungmin is there when you open your eyes.
The alarm doesn’t even make him stir, but when you finally turn it off, he groans.
“I’m sorry, go back to sleep.”
“Are you going to work?” He asks, eyes closed, voice raspy with sleep.
“No, not today. I found someone to cover for me.”
He smiles and reaches his arm toward you, and he feels blindly around where he thinks you might be. “Why are you so far away?”
You move closer and grab his arm, “I’m right here. Go back to sleep.”
“I’ll try.”
…
Sleep eventually finds both of you again. When you wake back up a few hours later, he’s still there, breathing deeply, melting into your bed. You need to get up, but you wait a little longer. You really don’t want to wake him right now.
When he eventually wakes up on his own, he’ll feel better.
You close your eyes. And again, you fall asleep.
…
Something warm against your forehead wakes you up for a third time. Your eyes open and all you see is skin; Seungmin’s neck, his shoulder. The collar of his shirt is loose enough that you can see the start of his chest.
You pull him closer and push your face into him. He smells good. He smells like sleep and sweat and whatever leftover cologne is still stuck to him from yesterday.
Part of you still wants to keep your guard up. He’ll be gone soon, and then you’ll have to wait and see if his confidence and trust in you remains, and if he’ll really feel comfortable telling you the things he doesn’t tell anyone else.
“I can start,” you say, face still in his chest. You move up toward his neck and set your lips against his skin.
“Start what?”
“After we were together last, in Chicago, and we didn’t…use a condom. I did get a morning after pill, and I took it.”
He pulls you away so he can look at you.
“My period came really late after that, so I thought it didn’t work. And I was really scared. But I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t tell you because we hadn’t talked very much that week, and you didn’t need that on your mind anyway.”
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that alone.”
“Everything turned out okay.”
“You can talk to me any time you need to, even if I’ve been quiet.”
You nod, and you really want to believe him.
“Too soon for babies.” He whispers, just loud enough for you to hear him. He has a little smirk on his face, but he’s avoiding eye contact and staring at the little bit of space between you.
“You want them?”
“Hm?” Now he makes eye contact, and his ears are slowly turning red. “Uhm…yes, I always have. Do you?”
Having kids isn’t something you’ve thought about much (aside from the scare you had in July), because you haven’t met anyone you would want to have kids with. Well, until now, because looking at Seungmin and the sweet smile on his face is making you want them immediately. But you know that’s not possible for him.
“With the right person, yeah.”
“I’m sure someday I’ll be able to do that. Have the time to be there, for both of them. You and baby. I couldn’t be gone all the time and leave you alone.”
He stops for a second. You wonder if he’s even hearing himself speak.
“…Seungmin?”
“It was my turn to tell you something personal.” He brings his hands up to his face and rubs his cheeks, then his eyes. “Just in case I’m the right person.”
The conversation feels like too much, too soon. But you like it. He’s only been open with you like this once before: on your second date, when he admitted to being worried you’d like his friends more than him. You thought that was silly then, and now…you’re not sure you could like anyone more than Seungmin.
“…and if I’m your right person.”
Seungmin smiles and hides his face in the pillow.
———
As the day goes on, you wonder how long he’ll be here with you. Every time he looks at a message on his phone, you assume that will be his cue to get going—to start saying goodbye. But he’s still here, and he seems content.
It was his idea to stay, and he insisted on making breakfast.
“What do you normally do on your days off?” is what he asked as you sat and ate.
So it’s been a regular day off, aside from the fact that Seungmin is also here with you…eating, cleaning, sorting laundry, watching tv, and eventually, catching up with schoolwork.
He sits down next to you on the couch when you open your binder and pull out a stack of papers. He watches quietly as you shuffle though them, putting the pages in order before you start to look them over properly.
He picks the next one up before you get to it. “How old are your students again?”
“They are eight…a few are nine.”
“I don’t remember my English classes being this complicated when I was…older than them.”
“You should see their math homework.”
“Oh, I was very good at math!”
“Yeah?” You look at him, give him your full attention. “There’s so much I don’t know about you.”
“Not even what’s on the internet?” Seungmin leans back against the couch, and pulls you with him.
“I’ve read a few things. But I’m sure you’re a lot more complicated than your fun facts.”
“I hope so.” He grabs you around the waist, “what were you good at in school?”
“English…” you laugh. “And I did pretty good in my German class, and history.”
“Do you speak German, too?” He’s holding you tight, head resting on your shoulder.
“No, I’ve forgotten almost all of that.”
“Why did you come here, to Korea?
You turn yourself to look at him, disturbing his resting head. But he keeps his arms around you.
“So close to Samseong-Dong?”
“I felt like I needed to start over after I graduated college, and this seemed like the perfect way to do it. I actually almost went to Japan.”
“Why didn’t you? Where did you go to college?”
“Northwestern University. And I missed a deadline. Luckily, I already had applications submitted to a few different programs here and nearby.”
“And you chose here?”
Seungmin’s hands wander throughout the entire conversation, stopping when they reach just below where the hem of your shirt hits.
“They chose me.”
“That’s very lucky.” They slide underneath and up your back, “maybe we were meant to meet each other.”
“I’m not sure I believe in things like that.” You move yourself closer to him, until your face is inches from his.
“I don’t either, really. Fate, and soulmates. I’ve been called a…uhm, I don’t remember the English word. A negative person.”
“A pessimist?”
“Yes. Maybe sometimes I am, but…not always. I can be positive. I just like to be realistic.”
“A pragmatist.” You lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth.
“Mhm, both of those P words. I did get lucky, though.” He pushes forward, gently coaxing you to your back.
“Was it there before?” You ask. He’s hanging over you, studying your face. “Before Chicago, after I asked if you would date me?“
“Was what there? You mean, did I like you?”
“Yes, but…more than that. Or was it spending the night together?”
“It was before that. That’s why I wanted to spend the night with you.”
You nod, trying hard not to beam up at him. But his hands are on your sides, and his fingertips are moving so delicately over you, you can’t help but smile.
“When was it there for you?”
Your heart starts beating a little faster. You have no answer ready for him except the truth.
“When you gave me Pochacco.”
“On our first date? At the coffee shop?”
You throw your hands over your face and nod, “yeah, at the coffee shop.”
“I felt kind of silly giving him to you, I thought you would think it was silly, too.” He pulls your hands away so he can see your face again.
“It wasn’t.”
“So PuppyM wasn’t silly either?”
“No, I love him. And your denim jacket you left, that’s hanging on my bedpost. I love all of your gifts.”
“Oh, I forgot about that jacket!”Seungmin comes down and settles himself against you, face in your neck, hands wondering more.
“You can have it back, if you want.”
“No, you keep it. But I do need something of yours to keep with me.” His hands slide under your shirt and across your stomach. He tickles your side again, then stops when he reaches your hip.
You’re surprised at his restraint.
“I’m sure I have something for you.” You set your hand over his and slide it up his arm. Then back down.
His fingers twitch and push under your shorts. As ready as you were, and as much as you wanted him to make that move, your breath still catches in your throat.
He props himself up with his other arm and looks at you. His fingers touch lightly over your underwear, taking his time, getting himself where he needs to be.
But you’re not taking your time. And it’s Seungmin touching you, so your body is already on fire. You push your hips up and push his hand harder against you.
His fingers slide up and sneak beneath the fabric. He moves slowly, and he’s watching you carefully, as if you might protest.
But of course you don’t. You grip his arm and slide your hand from his bicep down to his wrist, moving with him as his fingers slip inside of you.
“Am I doing okay?” He leans closer and whispers. He doesn’t wait for an answer before pulling out and sliding back over your clit, making you choke on your answer.
You manage a shaky mhm and Seungmin giggles into your ear. His fingers stay put, making soft circles around you, keeping his touch as delicate as possible. Then he takes them off again, and he pushes back inside.
The reach of is fingers is enough to hit just the right spot, and when you jump from the pressure, he does it again and again until he gets a moan out of you.
You lift your hips into his touch and pull him down for a kiss. Your grip on his arm tightens and he eases up, but barely. His mouth is working its way across your neck now, leaving you free to moan.
“Do you do this a lot?” He says as he nibbles across your ear and cheek. When he gets to your lips, he hangs above you and holds your gaze. His thumb slides over your clit again, like he wanted to remind you of what he was talking about.
“Uhh…hmm?” You slide your hand up and grab a handful of his hair. “Yes.” You laugh and knead your fingertips into his scalp—it makes his eyes roll back. He’s in your neck again, savoring his little massage.
“Do you think about me when you do
it?”
His question sends another wave of pleasure through you. His fingers slip inside again, pressing hard. His thumb is on your clit, wet and sliding easily and hitting everywhere you need it to.
There’s hot, heavy breathing in your ear, and a sweet whisper, “do you think about me, hm?”
“Every time,” your climax hits fast, and Seungmin knows he’s succeeded by the way you’re pulling at his hair.
He holds himself up just enough to watch you squirm beneath him. His touch softens even more as you start to relax, and when you stop and stare up at him, he comes down and kisses across your forehead and down the side of your face. He lets you catch your breath before moving to your lips.
“Really?” Seungmin blushes and tries to stifle his laugh in your neck.
You nod slowly, “that was…very good.”
“Thank you.”
“Too good, maybe.”
“I did some research.”
“You did not.” But when you think about it for a second, it does seem like something Seungmin would do. “Did you?”
“Just a little. In case I’d get to try it out on you someday.”
———
Seungmin looks carefully across your desk, touching the books stacked there, the loose sheets of composition paper, the notes and pencils. He sits in your chair and opens the drawer—inside are a few notebooks, all used and full. He shuffles things around a little, searching every inch.
Now he gets up and moves to your bookshelf. It’s more of a trinket shelf, though. Seungmin only runs his eyes over this, until he catches sight of a snow globe. He picks that up and shakes it. Inside is the Chicago skyline.
He stares at it for a long moment, then returns it to his spot. His attention turns to you, on the bed.
You just smile at him. He keeps looking around.
The next stop is your bedside table. You sit up when he sits down on the edge of the bed, run your hand down his back. As soon as he opens it, he whispers an ooh, and reaches inside.
“What did you find?” You laugh.
“Me,” he holds up three photocards with his face on them.
You take them from him and fall back on the bed, “you”, and look deeply at paper Seungmin.
“Hey, I’m right here…” he pushes your hand away and bends down to kiss you. “Real me.”
The next thing pulled from the drawer is a journal. He looks it over, but doesn’t open it.
“That’s you, too.”
Seungmin points to it, and his head tilts, “this is me?”
“Yeah, almost every page.”
His face goes from confusion to understanding, and then it falls a little.
“You should add one more page.”
“I will.”
The journal goes back in, and then his fingers close around something small. When he pulls it out, it catches the light and throws a reflection across the room.
“Oh, I haven’t worn this since last time.” You sit up and Seungmin hands you the bracelet. It’s only a tiny gold chain, but at the very end of it is a star charm.
“This.” He says, and he watches as you unclasp it, wrap it around his wrist, and close it again.
☾⋆⁺₊⋆
An hour after Seungmin left your house the last time, he sent you a text that just said “I’m home”. That was a first, and it felt like a good omen. But only time would tell. He never really had a good start with keeping in touch.
But he also said goodnight. And then he said good morning. And sometimes he called just to tell you instead of texting.
Actually, this morning, almost two months later, he called early in the morning, when you were still asleep. You caught his name on the lock screen before you picked up, but you still lacked the energy for anything more than a groggy morning Min.
Luckily, he can make up in enthusiasm what you lack some days.
“I’m sorry, you’re still asleep,” he whispers.
“No, it’s okay. I’m just being lazy. What are you up to this morning?” You also caught sight of the time before answering: 10am, way too late for you to sleep in.
“Catching a flight home, from Thailand. Waiting around.” Now you can hear the sleep still lingering in his voice.
“Oh right. I forgot you were there…I did see some photos. You looked very handsome in your safety glasses.”
“Thank you,” he laughs. “I was calling to…uhm, say good morning, and also to see if you would be home tonight.”
“Minnie, I’m always home.”
“That’s true, but it would still be rude to just show up unannounced.”
“I give you permission to show up unannounced.”
“Can I have a key, too? Oh, that reminds me…uuh, well, actually I’ll just talk to you about it later.”
“Okay, don’t forget. And yes you can have a key.”
———
This is the first time you’re not nervous about Seungmin coming over. Well, not as nervous as you typically would be. You’re still a little on edge—a little worried about how you look and about how your food is going to taste.
He didn’t mention anything about coming over hungry, but you’re taking the initiative anyway. If anything, he’ll have something to take home with him.
A soft knock at the door. You know his soft, steady knock, and you never have any other visitors, so it’s him. But for some reason you stand there stupidly, not moving, not saying anything, because you know it’s really him on the other side of your door.
Finally, after a few seconds, you take a breath. “It’s open.”
The door swings open.
“Hi,” Seungmin closes it quietly, takes off his shoes and looks at you from across the room. “It smells very good in here.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten so…”
“No, nothing since lunch.” He takes a few long strides toward you. Big blue sweatshirt, matching sweatpants, a big smile. “So I’m very hungry,” he embraces you and squeezes you tight against his chest. “How have you been?” He relaxes, but he doesn’t let you free.
“I’ve been okay...I’ve been good.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t visit around Christmas—oh!” He bends down and kisses you.
He kisses for a long time—long enough that you think you might end up in bed before you even eat dinner. But he slows down, and then releases you.
“Happy new year! A little late.” He comes down again for one more kiss, and then makes his way to the kitchen. “What did you make? Something American? It smells like something American.”
“Yes. It’s very American.”
“Should we eat first, or talk?”
“I’m sure we can manage both.”
———
The two of you stare at each other from across your tiny kitchen table. Seungmin sips his tea. You just watch and wait, because this is his conversation.
“Do you want me to start? Something about you having a key to my apartment?”
“Ah, yeah. Yes, I should have a key, but I was thinking of a different apartment.”
“Oh, like yours? No, you don’t have an apartment. Or do you?” You lean a little closer, “secret apartment?”
“No, no secret apartment,” he laughs. “But I thought it would be nice if you lived closer. Closer to the city, and closer to me.”
“That would be nice, but I’m not sure something closer is in my budget.”
“I know,” Seungmin smiles—there’s always something so clever and knowing about his smile. “I figured you might say that. I could help.”
“You want to help me with rent? Expensive rent. That’s kind of serious.”
“I do! It is serious. I am serious.”
“You are?” You sit back in your chair and study his face. He’s still smiling and nodding at you.
“Yes, I’ve been thinking about it for…almost two months. And I found somewhere I think would fit very well.”
“Closer to you?”
“Much closer. I could walk to you.”
You’re thinking, but you’re not really thinking. The obvious answer to this is yes, even though it’s hard to just come out and say it. The idea of someone else helping with rent, or helping with anything, is foreign to you. “I would like to be closer to you.”
Seungmin looks at his phone, pulls something up on it, and then slides it to you across the table. “How is something like this?”
You trust Seungmin’s taste and judgement, but you still want to look it over thoroughly. Distance, yes, but also the size, the layout. And you do not have enough windows in this apartment. You’d like more windows. If he’s as serious as he looks, it might as well be worth whatever money you’re both going to put into it.
“How about this one?” You pull up a different listing.
He looks it over, “still very close. Oh, two bedrooms. Maybe the extra space would be nice.”
“It is a little more, sorry (Seungmin shakes his head when you say that), but it has a bathtub instead of just a walk-in shower. And it’s own laundry.”
He laughs, “I could do my laundry faster if I bring it with me. And the kitchen is nicer.”
“I miss having a bathtub.” You hand him his phone back. “But are you sure this isn’t too much? I know you said you were serious—“
“I am…I want you to know that I’m very serious. I think this is a good way to show you. And it’s also very practical.”
“You seemed so unsure before. I just want you to be…good. I want both of us to be good.”
“I’m very good.”
“This is a little crazy, isn’t it? All of this.”
“Yes, it is. I’ll call about it tomorrow.”
“No, I can. Let me do that, at least.”
———
“Minnie?”
Mmhm?
You sat on the couch after dinner, and it didn’t take much time before he had you on your back. He lifts your shirt as far as this position will allow, letting his fingers dance over you—making you squirm a little from how soft his touch is.
Forming the words you want to say is much harder than you thought. They’re dancing around in your head; you’re moving them back and forth, but every way it comes together feels like too much or not enough. Maybe right now just isn’t he time.
“What’s wrong?”
You pull your shorts down, open your legs for him, then shake your head. “Nothing.”
Seungmin reaches down and feels you, slips his fingers inside, then slowly pulls them back out. He smiles against your mouth and pushes in again, just to feel how wet you are. “Are we okay here…are you comfortable?” He asks sweetly. His fingers are still inside, moving delicately.
You nod, but suddenly you remember that you are not good, and you’re not ready. “Shit, no we’re not good. We need a condom this time.”
“Oh right, we should be safe. Tell me where they are,” he adjusts his sweatpants and very carefully lifts himself off of you.”
“In my black bag, under my bed.”
You listen as he slides it out and digs around. The contents of that bag are a mystery, but the condoms you bought back in Chicago, both boxes, have to be in there still. You’re not that bad at unpacking, but if it’s something you don’t use, you’re definitely going to forget I’m about it under there forever.
When he comes back in, he has one in each hand.
“I’m….not sure which one is for me.” His voice seems a little dejected. He’s looking down at them as he approaches you.
“Oh Minnie, they were both for you. I bought these a while ago, when I didn’t know which would fit you better.”
“Oh,” he finally makes eyes contact again. His face softens a little. “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“It’s okay, come here.” You spread your legs again and wait for him, “I’ll put it on for you.”
He crawls back onto the couch, settles between your legs, and opens both hands, palms up, in front of you.
You take the right one and rip it open. Seungmin looks like his mind is suddenly full. His eyes are big and soft.
“Min, what’s on your mind?”
His hands are already on his sweatpants, pulling them down his hips.
“You are.”
You touch him, slide your fingertips down, and then back up. The condom goes on easily. “Does it feel okay?”
He nods and adjusts, makes himself comfortable, and lifts your legs until he has more room. He pushes in a halfway, then leans over until you’re almost nose to nose.
“Minnie?”
“Hmm?” He sets his forehead against yours.
“There’s only you.”
“Just me?” He pushes his nose into yours, “only me?” Pecks at your lips.
“Just us.”
“Only us.” Seungmin pushes the rest of the way in, waits a moment, then begins to fuck you slowly and deeply, “you’re all mine.” He whispers in your ear as he drags his lips over it.
It takes you a second to pull yourself together. Each thrust sends you upward and knocks the breath out of you, but you manage a nod.
“Tell me,” he quickens his pace. The couch shakes the end table, and you can hear the clatter of things falling to the floor. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
It comes out shaky, and it’s not good enough for you. But Seungmin is still smiling. You try again
“I’m yours,” you grab the back of his neck and hold him still, “I only love you.” Your hand grabs hair and pulls—lips close on his before he has a chance to speak.
But he sighs into the kiss. He slows down, and it feels like he’s melting into you more and more with each thrust. What little skin is exposed between the two of you slides together, damp with sweat, and Seungmin kisses every part of you he can get to in the position he’s in.
He tries to get rid of your shirt, but he can’t stop, and he has to stop to make any progress—so you clumsily lift it, and your bra, until you’re free.
His hand slides up your ribs and his fingers graze over you, but for now he just watches how he’s making your body move under him. He seems hypnotized, but eventually he blinks, and then his eyes are fixed on yours again.
The room is quiet—no ambient noise from the tv, no music, nothing. The only sounds are the heavy breaths and soft moans you’re sharing. The condom is slowing him down, keeping him here much longer, and everything feels good in this position; good enough that you’d be satisfied staying like this as long he needs it.
He made you come last time, and now you want to do the same for him.
You lift him off of you until you can see him better.
He looks you in the eyes again, satisfied and smiling. “You feel so good,” he’s back down again, mouth on your chest, kissing down until he can close his lips around your nipple. He licks and works his way back up, stopping at your throat and staying there, his warm breath hitting you. “You love me?”
Your heart jumps. It was already racing, but now you feel it everywhere. In your throat, your chest, your head. You don’t think you’ve ever told anyone that before; not so soon. It’s been a year, but tonight is only the sixth time you’ve seen him and touched him. Everything else has been texts, phone calls, video calls.
It doesn’t matter. You said it because it felt right, and it still feels right.
“Yes.”
Seungmin slows his pace. His exhales turns into a string of soft, dulcet moans. He lifts himself upright and holds your hips as he rolls into you. He comes quietly. You wouldn’t have even realized if you weren’t looking right him.
The satisfied look on his face makes your stomach swirl. You watch Seungmin smile before your eyes close, and you can hear him whisper something to you while you’re coming down from your own high.
He pulls out and carefully brings your legs together.
“What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything, love.” He sits you up next to him and pulls your t-shirt over your head, “I was just…” he pulls you close, “nothing, it’s not important right now.”
“Will you stay here tonight?”
“Yes, I’ll stay.”
———
It’s been a long six weeks. You’re a little stressed out, but you’ve been holding yourself together very well, you think.
This apartment has been your only home for more than three years, so packing your things up and preparing to leave has been a little bit emotional. Almost everything is out of here and all that’s left are a few things you’re taking along on the last car ride.
Before this, everything was moving in slow motion and it was killing you. Now, it won’t slow down. You’re happy, and you’re grateful for everything that Seungmin has done for you…and it’s still sometimes hard to believe he’s doing it all just for you. But it’s so much all at once.
He told you he would stay tonight—your first night there. You haven’t received a text telling you otherwise, so you’re hoping he will be there when you arrive. You do have to remember that you’ll be there alone most of the time, though.
Some things will remain the same.
———
The elevator ride up is long, and you think back to you and Seungmin—your first date, bringing him home with you to your 5th floor apartment, thirty minutes out of the way, just to have him to yourself.
That was probably a good indication that he liked you. You just didn't realize it at the time.
You finally stop at the 17th floor.
The original apartment you looked at was unavailable when you called the next morning, so Seungmin insisted on taking everything into his own hands while you were at work. He knew what you were looking for, but he went overboard.
This apartment has the windows, the bathtub, and laundry room, but it also has double the space—and three bedrooms. When you asked what you were supposed to do with all of the extra room, Seungmin shrugged and said we’ll figure something out.
You don’t even own enough to fill up half of it. Everything that required any sort of muscle; the bed, the living room furniture, it all stayed behind. Most of the things in this apartment are new, or they will be new.
Before you have a chance to explore any further than the kitchen, you hear a very faint, soft knock on the door. You know it’s him and you run to open it, but he punches in a code on the doorknob, turns it, and peeks in before you get there.
“I tried to beat you here.” He smiles.
“You almost did.“
He closes the space between you and pulls you into a hug. “How was your day? Did the movers get everything here?”
“It was alright, and…I think so, but I haven’t gotten any further than this.”
“Just alright? I know it’s been a lot lately.”
“I’m better now that I’m here, and you’re here.” You take his face in your hands and squeeze his cheeks, “let me see, smile.”
Seungmin smiles widely and dramatically, and then bends down to kiss you. “How do I look?”
You pull him back for another one, “still handsome.”
He picks up the bags he walked in with and sets them on the kitchen chair. “I brought us dinner, and a few things to make you feel more at home.” Seungmin is pulling the food out of the bag, piece by piece. “So you didn’t see the bedroom yet?”
“Not yet, why?”
He shakes his head and smiles, “we’ll see it later.”
“What did you bring me?”
“Oh, let’s see!” He starts digging in the other bag.
You watch as he carefully places an assortment of things along side the food. There’s a candle, two candles, a small picture frame, but you can’t see the photo from where you’re standing. A stuffed dog. Another stuffed dog. One of them is Pochacco, the other is a mystery, but he does look familiar.
“That’s all for now but I do have more stuff to bring.”
“Well, we have plenty of space to fill.”
He beams at you, grabs one of the stuffed dogs, and pulls you against him. “This wasn’t mine, but I have one just like it.”
“I like him, he looks like you.”
Seungmin laughs and looks at Daengmo, “yes, he kind of does.”
———
When the sun goes down, and you’re both full and relaxing, you begin to feel even more nostalgic for the conversations you had and the memories you made with him at your old place, on your old couch. You have to work on new memories now.
He’s facing you on the new couch, eyes closed, slow, steady breaths. The flicker of the tv is hitting his face, making his cheek and the soft brown of his hair glow.
Very slowly, you reach your foot out and touch his.
Seungmin’s eyes open, and he gives you a sleepy smile, “how was dinner?”
“Good.” You sit up and move closer to him, “we should go to bed while you’re still sleepy.”
He groans and shrugs his shoulders.
“We gotta go see the bedroom, remember?” You grab his hand and pull a little, and he immediately gives in.
The bedroom is warm and cozy, like it’s already been lived in. You know Seungmin came in at some point and made it this way; the curtains are pulled, the soft amber lights are clicked on, and one of the candles he brought is lit on the bedside table. Both of the stuffed dogs he brought, and your PuppyM, are already laying on top of the pillows.
The bed is made, but not too made. The blankets are loose and fluffed up, ready to crawl into.
“How does it look?” He sounds a little more awake now.
“It looks perfect, come on.”
He shakes his head, “If we don’t brush our teeth now, we will never get back up to do it.” He smiles and kisses you softly.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
———
The lights are off, the candle is out. Seungmin is facing you in bed.
“Are you awake? Did you lose your sleepy?”
“A little.”
He scoots closer until his arm can drape over you. The bedroom is bigger, and the bed is bigger, too. You’re sharing one side just to be close to each other.
“It will come back soon.”
You set your forehead against his chest and feel it move steadily with each breath. It's quiet for a long time, and now sleep is really escaping you. You should be able to relax like this; you’ve shared a bed with him a few times before, and you haven’t slept as well since. And you’re tired—too tired. Maybe too exhausted for sleep.
You wonder if he’s awake, or if he’s quiet because he thinks you’ve finally drifted off.
You run your hand gently over his arm, waiting for a reaction. At first, he doesn’t make a move or a sound, but when you slide your hand back up, he moves his leg against yours.
“Can’t sleep?” He whispers
“Did I wake you?”
“You didn’t.”
“Then no, I can’t sleep.” You prop yourself up on one arm and look down at him. It’s dark, but you can just make out the details of his face.
He flips onto his back and pulls the covers away. “Are you uncomfortable?” Seungmin asks and places his hand on your cheek. He’s warm, his eyes are warm. His mouth parts slowly and turns into a smile. It’s a tired smile. “New bed.”
“New everything.”
“Except for me.”
Your hand closes around his, then you turn your head to place a kiss on the inside of his wrist. “Thank you for being here. I know you’re on a tight schedule.”
Seungmin pulls you down on top of him. His face is in your neck, kissing playfully and lazily, but the way his hands are exploring you is anything but lazy.
“You’re cold,” he stops, wraps his arms around your waist, and holds you there. “You need to be warmed up.”
You get your hands underneath his shirt, “you’re warm enough for both of us.”
“I can share.”
“Can I ask you something stupid?”
“Yes, I would love that,” he laughs softly and disappears in your neck again.
The stupid question bounces around in your head. His warm lips on you are starting to make your head fuzzy, and you wonder if you should just forget it. But now he’ll get it out of you somehow.
“Will you sing for me?”
He pulls back to look at you. Seungmin’s face lights up. It could light up the entire room. “You want me to sing for you?” If he was sleepy at all before, he’s not now. You’ve managed to wake him the rest of the way with a simple, stupid, request. But it wasn’t stupid at all.
“I always have, it just never seemed like a good time.”
“Right now? Should I sing now? Maybe it’s too quiet, and the walls might not be very thick.”
“In the morning?”
He nods, “yes, I’ll sing for you in the morning. What should I sing?”
“Surprise me.”
“We talked about singing together before, remember?”
“I remember,” you wrap around him and pull the covers back up in an attempt to get him sleepy again. “But I’d rather just hear you.”
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#kim seungmin#kim seungmin x reader#kim seungmin x you#kim seungmin x y/n#seungmin x reader#seungmin x y/n#seungmin x you#skz seungmin#seungmin smut#seungmin fluff#kim seungmin fluff#kim seungmin smut#skz fluff#skz fanfic#stray kids fluff#stray kids smut#stray kids fanfic
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I am dead serious when I say that you guys need to start giving writers feedback more often. I have a fic here that has a total of 4015 notes and only 218 aren't likes. So, let me break this down for you a bit.
Of 4015 notes, 186 are reblogs and 32 are comments. Two reblogs, as well as comments, are mine so I'll subtract them from the equation making the total number of notes 4011 (184 rbs, 30 comments, 3,797 likes).
Of the 184 reblogs, 16 are private, meaning they're absolutely useless in spreading and sharing the piece. The remaining 168 consists of 136 reblogs falling under "other reblogs" while only 32 fall under "comments and tags." And of the 32 under "comments and tags," only 9 have something besides a copy of the tags that I included in my initial post.
The 184 reblogs make up 4.6% of the total notes, the reblogs under "comments and tags" make up 0.8% of the total notes, and the reblogs under "comments and tags" with anything besides tags copied from the initial post make up 0.2% of the total notes.
At one point, I reblogged the post, asking if anyone wanted a part two. That's when I got my first comments. The first 6 comments were in response to that, and of the 30 total comments (excluding my own), only two were unrelated to a part two. Which means I can guarantee that I wouldn't have had that many comments had I not posed the question of a sequel fic.
And if I add those 2 comments to the 9 reblogs, I get 0.3% of the total notes on my post that make up the portion of notes that aren't likes, empty reblogs, or comments about a part two. And that's me being generous because two of the reblogs actually do mention a part two.
I also posted a poll asking what people wanted in part two, and that poll got 238 votes. That is 54 people more who voted for what they wanted in a part two that didn't reblog or help push part one.
Don't get me wrong, I love seeing people in my notifs liking my posts, but sometimes it's just not enough. It is utterly exhausting waking up to multiple hundreds of notifications and not seeing a single person compliment your work. You guys will like stuff, follow, and then head straight to the inbox asking for more. I know it's been said a hundred times before, but we are not machines; we do this for free in our spare time.
The post in question was written when I was tired out of my mind, and I ended up not liking it, so I let it sit in my drafts. I briefly mentioned it on my blog and was met with one of my followers showing interest in the idea, which prompted me to revise, edit, and post it. It was a gift, as are all fics and pieces of art by writers and artists on this site, and yet it was treated like a commodity.
When people say it's unmotivating they're not kidding. When I had 100+ asks in my inbox, all of them being requests, I felt like I had the worst case of writers block known to man. I would open my inbox and immediately close it because the idea of posting anything knowing the only response would be more requests, was awful.
When people leave little messages in the tags, full-blown commentary, or kind messages in my inbox referencing posts, I feel more motivated than ever. Those responses are what drives me to write more. But when I, and other writers, are being treated like we're here to cook up whatever fantasisies you have in mind, I can't help but side-eye a little.
We wouldn't write if we didn't enjoy it, but the moment it feels like a job, it becomes that much less enjoyable, and then everybody loses. Just send a kind message to your favorite writers every once in a while. I promise it'll make their day.
I would also like to say that as I've written this, I've seen more people like that post. So, there's that.
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Sorry for the delay! It's because y'all didn't just write down a single character's name for the written sections like I so desperately asked!
Introducing the results of the 2023 Bittersweet Candy Poll! This was polled back in November-December of 2023, and here are the results of people's favorites, least favorites, most controversial/mixed opinions, and the one with the least opinions!
Click here for 2022's results and here for 2021's. Click the read more to see the total results for this year's poll beyond the top 10s.
Now color coded so you know if they've ranked higher (green) lower (blue) or were a new addition (orange)! Characters who stayed in the same place are listed as normal.
BELOVED
Lucy - 560
Paulo - 559
Augustus - 486
Rachel - 452
Amaya - 442
Daisy - 435
David - 382
Sue - 355
Mike & James - 345
Matt - 342
Molly - 336
Janet - 330
Paulo's Dad - 306
Abbey - 298
Tess - 282
Lucy's Mom - 269
Jessica - 251
Jasmine - 239
Daisy's Dad - 237
Kevin - 224
Zachary - 218
Charlotte - 214
Chris & Catherine - 206
Jordan - 190
Haley - 189
Lily - 185
Daisy's Mom - 181
McCain - 180
Madison - 168
Stacy & Mr. Noodles - 160
Justin - 156
Mike's Mom - 154
Lucy's Dad - 153
Principal - 152
Felix - 150
Amaya's Dad - 147
Chirpy & Lucas - 141
Sam & Finn - 139
Flower Girl - 132
Yashy & Lani - 121
Mina - 119
Darwin - 114
Sandy - 113
Gym Teacher - 102
Blur - 97
Max - 93
Courtney & Melanie - 92
Katie - 88
Sex-Ed Teacher (SET) & Aaron (Rachel's brother) - 85
Cassidy - 60
Tiff - 47
Dylan - 30
Alejandro - 26
Toby & Sandy's Mom - 12
Craig & Abraham - 11
BELOATHED
Alejandro - 721
Abraham - 599
Sandy's Mom - 307
Sandy - 301
Toby - 256
Craig - 216
Yashy - 181
Mike - 175
Katie - 149
Tiff - 145
Paulo - 101
David - 99
Lily - 97
Melanie - 92
Lucy - 91
Dylan - 74
Sex-Ed Teacher (SET) - 66
Abbey - 64
Madison - 57
Sam - 47
Chirpy - 46
Stacy - 44
Gym Teacher - 43
McCain - 42
Daisy - 40
Blur - 38
James - 34
Zachary - 30
Jasmine - 24
Augustus - 22
Tess & Jessica - 21
Darwin & Justin - 19
Mina - 16
Mr. Noodles & Finn - 14
Jordan - 13
Matt, Chris, Principal & Lucy's Dad - 12
Haley, Cassidy & Daisy's Dad - 11
Lucy's Mom, Courtney & Charlotte - 9
Flower Girl - 8
Lani - 7
Rachel & Paulo's Dad - 6
Sue, Mike's Mom & Lucas - 5
Molly, Aaron (Rachel's brother), Max & Catherine - 4
Amaya, Janet, Felix & Daisy's Mom - 2
Amaya's Dad - 2
Kevin - 1
CONTROVERSIAL
Melanie - 18400 (the numbers canceled each other out at first so this is why her number is significantly larger)
Sex-Ed Teacher (SET) - 695
Yashy - 403
Katie - 289
Lily - 220
Mike - 206
Gym Teacher - 146
Dylan - 136
Blur - 129
Sandy - 120
Madison - 103
Sam - 102
Chirpy - 97
Tiff - 96
Stacy - 76
David - 70
McCain - 61
Abbey - 55
Cassidy - 45
Paulo - 44
Darwin - 40 (most of these numbers are rounded, but this was a true 40.00)
Lucy - 39
Zachary - 32
Mina - 31
Justin - 28
Finn - 22.4
Jasmine - 22.3
James - 21.8
Courtney - 21.6
Daisy - 20
Mr. Noodles - 19
Jessica - 18
Principal - 17.1
Lucy's Dad - 17.02
Tess - 16
Jordan - 15
Flower Girl - 13
Chris - 12.37
Haley - 12.35 (everyone after this point is ranked lower than before im lazy)
Lani - 12.28
Aaron (Rachel's brother) - 9.87
Toby - 9.83
Daisy's Dad - 9.73
Augustus - 9.48
Max - 8.9
Charlotte - 8.7
Sandy's Mom - 8.1
Alejandro - 7.4
Lucas - 7.3
Matt - 7.2
Lucy's Mom - 6.9
Mike's Mom - 6.7
Felix - 4.08
Paulo's Dad - Pure 4
Catherine - 3.9
Abraham - 3.7
Daisy's Mom - 3.3
Sue - 2.8
Amaya's Dad - 2.7
Rachel - 2.6
Molly - 2.4
Janet - 1.8
Amaya - 1.3
Kevin - 0.8
THE PEOPLE DON'T CARE.... (i dont feel like marking these either sorry)
Cassidy - 142
Aaron (Rachel's brother) - 135
Courtney Dylan & Max - 132 (i realize now the ranking i listed was wrong. sowwy)
Darwin - 118
Blur & Lani - 114
Flower Girl - 112
Mina - 109
Gym Teacher - 107
Amaya's Dad - 106
Finn - 103
Sex-Ed Teacher (SET) - 102
Felix - 99
Lucas - 98
Lucy's Dad - 94
Principal - 90
Mike's Mom - 89
Chirpy - 87
Mr. Noodles - 86
McCain - 85
Melanie - 82
Sam & Daisy's Mom - 80
Toby, Craig & Tiff - 79
Justin - 78
Chris - 75
Charlotte - 74
Catherine - 71
Kevin - 68
Stacy - 64
Daisy's Dad - 59
Katie - 58
Yashy & Zachary - 57
Lucy's Mom - 56
Haley - 55
Madison & Jordan - 50
Sandy's Mom - 44
Sandy, Tess, Jessica & Paulo's Dad - 39
Jasmine & Janet - 35
Sue - 34
David - 30
Amaya - 27
Mike - 23
James - 21
Matt, Alejandro & Abraham - 20
Abbey & Molly - 19
Rachel - 18
Augustus - 15
Daisy - 11
Lucy & Paulo - 9
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Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #136
Cadmus's early conception had a lot of wild unethical acts of whimsical genetic cloning though in the 70s it was portrayed as something wondrous and exciting and not... utterly terrifying.
Clark, being who he is, was actually aware about it all from the very beginning. It was sort of a deep personal project for Clark for reasons that is revealed slowly (it was to stand against Darkseid).
But with his own tissue samples (among a dubious number of others) eventually people like Dubbilex were created.
Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #136
We meet Dubbilex here and he afterwards is sort of the 'face' of Cadmus for over two decades as an Earth-grown 'alien'. He too is the result of genetic manipulation which Clark's own cells may or may not have been used in his creation but whatever Clark or whatever human cells that were part of his growth, are really no more as he is his own species.
This is sort of important to remember for the first inception of Kon as a character - where it didn't really matter who or WHAT was used as his donor cells (it could have been from a dog which would have been hilarious) would be no longer part of him because they were changed.
Geoff then and retconned all of this as everyone knows.
Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #136
Even though these morally dubious practices are generally explored in a positive glow from a science-fiction lightbulb Jimmy does ask a very important question here and it sets the tone later for Cadmus; do you realize what weird and perhaps dangerous channels are being probed here?
For Clark, he is only thinking of the positives that could come from Cadmus's research being used to brace against Darkseid.
In the decades that follow Cadmus has a wide range of issues that are exposed by multiple people, such as Vril Dox II, and eventually lead to our favorite clone Kon.
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Tease Tidbit Tuesday
Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @callmenewbie - I'm loving all the snips of their fics!
I've been doing a lot of drafting for Silver Linings (the not-quite-Hallmark christmas fic) by hand in the past few days so I don't have much that doesn't need transcribing first lol. Enjoy this snippet, in which they have known each other for two days and met exactly once before. They're so normal about each other.
Buck felt a twinge of excitement when he saw the number 136 on the engine which pulled up alongside theirs a few minutes later. He didn’t have time to look around for Eddie, though, as he heard a cry from inside, and had to focus on the job at hand.
He lost track of time, of anything but what he was doing as he got the family to the upstairs window, where there was a ladder waiting to take them out to safety.
“Fancy seeing you here,” a familiar voice greeted him at the window.
Buck took in the sight of Eddie in full gear, and grinned. “Hi!”
The moment can’t have been more than a second or two, but it stretched between them until the youngest kid whimpered in her dad’s arms.
“Right!” Buck nodded to Eddie, returning his eyes to the kids. “This is my friend Eddie, he’s gonna get you guys down to safety, okay?”
He turned to the parents. “Is this everyone who was inside?” he asked.
“Benjy’s still in there!” the older kid yelled, suddenly frantic.
Buck felt the blood drain from his face. Another kid? A guest for the holidays?
“Benjy’s the puppy they got from Santa. He was in the living room, I don’t—” The dad’s explanation was cut off by a sudden burst of coughing.
“We’ve got to get you all to the ambulance, make sure you’re okay. I don’t—”
“I’ll go back and look for Benjy.” Buck interrupted Eddie, already backing away from the window.
“Buck!” Eddie shouted after him.
“Get them down, I’ll be out in five minutes, tops.”
“If you aren’t, I’m coming in after you!”
No pressure tagging (sory if you've posted and I missed it!) @911-on-abc @loserdiaz @wildlife4life @jeeyuns @theotherbuckley @kwills91 @trenchcoatsandtimetravel
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Different First Meeting Fic's
The following are some buddie fanfiction that involve a different first meeting.
if it weren’t for second chances by alasse
9-1-1 (TV)
When Buck doesn’t save Daniel, the Buckleys put him in foster care. Seventeen years later, Bobby meets a tall, lanky kid who can’t stop eating his pancakes at a church breakfast, and he gives him a phone number and an unconditional offer of help.
—or—
A story about how Buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets Eddie Diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an Evan Nash story).
Language: English Words: 47,870 Chapters: 2/2
he hits my heart like a homerun by browney3dgirl6
9-1-1 (TV)
“What’re you gonna do with that?” Eddie asked, tilting his chin toward the baseball. Evan shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe get it signed? You know the most expensive autographed baseball sold for over one hundred and ninety thousand dollars?” Eddie did not. “I don’t think anyone here’s that famous, but I just like to collect stuff wherever I go, you know?” He didn’t; not really. “Guess I haven’t traveled a lot of places I wanted to take souvenirs from. Bullets don’t exactly make good gifts or antiques. He hadn’t meant to let those words slip out, but something about Evan kept him brutally honest. It was like he couldn’t even tell the guy the simplest white lie. “Yea, guess you wouldn’t.”
—or—
the one where Buck and Eddie meet on a random Wednesday at a baseball game
Language: English Words: 6,091 Chapters: 1/1
I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania
9-1-1 (TV)
After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid (like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club.
—or—
Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.
Language: English Words: 10,491 Chapters: 1/1
i'd spend a lifetime giving you my heart by hammersmiths
9-1-1 (TV)
“Well,” Buck says. “I’ve had worse first dates.” The man looks unimpressed. “We fell fifty feet, got trapped beneath a building, your legs are pinned, and you’re telling me you’ve had worse?” Buck thinks about this. “Well, Veronica liked the Red Sox.”
—or—
There's an earthquake. Buck and Eddie meet trapped together.
Language: English Words: 10,438 Chapters: 1/1
No Strings Attached by Princessfbi
9-1-1 (TV)
The app had tattled on him with a little note at the bottom of the screen: EDDIE HAS TAKEN A SNAPSHOT But could you blame him? ‘Sorry’ Eddie had messaged only feeling slightly embarrassed that he’d been caught. ‘You want to move over to texting? You won’t have to screenshot. 😉
Language: English Words: 9,162 Chapters: 1/1
accidentally killing an octopus is just fishing by HMSLusitania
9-1-1 (TV)
Buck gets injured on a call and winds up taking some time at the hospital. Fortunately, his hospital roommate makes it much more bearable.
Language: English Words: 8,573 Chapters: 1/1
see you later (and love you just a little more) by hattalove
9-1-1 (TV)
“Sorry,” Eddie says suddenly, with a little frown between his eyebrows that makes Buck’s next breath come in a wheeze. “I didn’t even ask if you’re okay. Any anxiety? Shortness of breath, irregular heartbeat?” “Not—uh,” Buck coughs, trying so hard to say something normal, but against his best efforts, what comes out is: “Not because of the elevator.” Eddie’s eyebrows climb up his forehead. “I’m not claustrophobic, is what I mean,” Buck says, but the damage has been done. “Just, you know.”
—or—
The one in which Buck stumbles on the rest of his life in a malfunctioning courthouse elevator.
Language: English Words: 8,047 Chapters: 1/1
Yellow Is Your Colour by Tizniz
9-1-1 (TV)
The 118 responds to a call about a man stuck in a slide.
Language: English Words: 4,800 Chapters: 1/1
fight the break of dawn by glorious_spoon
9-1-1 (TV)
“Hi, hi, sorry, excuse me,” the guy says. “Weird question, but would you mind doing me a massive favor?”
Eddie squints at him. It’s not exactly well-lit in here, but he’s still about ninety percent sure that this guy was not with Emilio’s bachelor party when they came in. “Do I know you?”
“Um. No,” the guy says. He’s got wide blue eyes and a nervous smile and a salt-rimmed margarita glass clutched in one large hand. As Eddie watches, he glances over his shoulder, then hunches down like he’s trying to hide. Given the size of him, it’s more ridiculous than effective. “So this is going to sound completely nuts, and I promise I’ll explain, but can I throw this frozen margarita in your face and call you a jerk?”
Language: English Words: 4,736 Chapters: 1/1
(Friendly reminder I do not own any of the works listed in this post, and all can be located on archiveofoureown.org)
#9-1-1#9-1-1 buddie#9-1-1 fanfiction#9-1-1 fandom#9-1-1 fic#eddie diaz#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#buck x eddie#118#firefam
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Random Number Generator Drabble: Jake Lockley + #136
Prompt: "Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this?"
Prompt List
You giggle as Jake twirls you along the dancefloor and pulls you back towards him. He softly smiles at the sound.
He'd promised he'd take you out to dinner and dancing. You mentioned to him once that you always wanted to go dancing and Jake kept that in mind. When he finally found the time, he told you to get all dolled up and wear your best dancing shoes.
He took you to a nice fancy dinner where he asked for the most expensive wine and let you order whatever you wanted. The dinner was amazing, but you made sure not too eat too much so you wouldn't get sick when dancing.
Jake found a dance club and bar that had live bands place. You weren't very confident in dancing but Jake was very patient with you.
Now the band transitioned to a slow song and Jake's hands moved to your hips while yours wrapped around his neck.
He leans in and pecks your lips and with your lips hovering over his, you ask, "Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this?"
You watch as his gaze darkens and, without a word, he pulls you off the dancefloor and has you gather your things.
"Where are we going?" you ask, even though you're sure you know the answer.
He looks over his shoulder with a grin, "Home."
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can you number 136 for Drew McIntyre
Prompt: “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”
Warnings: bondage, oral(fem receiving), sex is used as a reward for a bet
You couldn’t believe it. When you had made the bet a few days ago, you were confident that Drew couldn’t ice skate. But you should have known he wouldn’t make a bet like this without knowing he would win.
“What do you think?” He asked, a few feet in front of you. He was on the ice, having already done a lap while you were just stepping on.
“There is no fucking way,” you mumbled while skating to him.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t make sure I’d win?” He asked, smirking at you as you grabbed his hand.
“Well, what do you want then?” You asked while moving along with him. Drew almost yanked you to his chest and leaned into your ear.
“When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”
“Fuck!” You cried, as you came for the fourth time. Your ankles and wrist were pulled away from you, and as promised Drew was between your legs.
“Sweet as honey,” he chuckled as he looked up. The remains of your orgasim on his beard and he was licking his lips. He climbed up the bed, kissing along your heaving stomach until he was at your face. Before saying anything he pulled your lips into a heavy kiss. You moaned lightly at the taste of yourself on his tongue, and your fisted your hands whisking to touch you.
“Please…” you whispered against his lips, making him smile.
“Please what? You want out of the cuffs, to touch?” You nodded, trying to chase his lips when he moved away. “Sorry love, but I can’t do that. I’m not nearly soar enough yet.” Within a few seconds he was back down the bed, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he licked up your center. Your legs were already shaking and all you could think was how long of a night you would have.
#fanfiction#request#wwe#drabbles#smut drabble#wwe drabble#wwe smut#drew mcintyre x reader#drew mcintyre
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A growing number of patients who request medical assistance in dying are asking to donate their organs for transplant, says an international review that found that Canada is performing the most organ transplants from MAID patients among the four countries studied that offer this practice.
The report is the first-ever review of the growing use of this new practice around the world. The review was conducted in 2021 and the results were formally published in December 2022.
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“We saw everyone is working in different directions. And then we said ‘OK, well, let's start an international (discussion) of all the countries involved,’” said Dr. Johannes Mulder, a physician and MAID provider in Zwolle, Netherlands, in an interview with CTV News.
Data collected for the paper shows that in Canada, Belgium, the Netherlands and Spain, combined, 286 assisted-death recipients provide lifesaving organs for transplant to 837 patients in the years up to and including 2021.
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Doctors in Canada, where medical assistance in dying (MAID) was decriminalized in 2016, performed almost half of the world’s organ transplants after MAID for that period (136), according to the publication.
Data from the Canadian Institute for Health Information confirms this new source of transplant organs accounted accounts for six per cent of all transplants from deceased donors in Canada in 2021. Some transplants, like those for kidneys and livers, can be done with patients who are alive.
“I was rather proud that Canada has done so well in terms of organ donation by MAID patients,” said Arthur Schafer, director of the Centre for Professional and Applied Ethics at the University of Manitoba, in an interview with CTV News.
With more than 4,000 Canadians waiting for organ transplants, some of whom are dying, he says Canada’s numbers show a strong move to turn death into a win-win.
“So I say, 'Good on us.' It’s a wonderful opportunity for someone facing death to make something significant out of the end of their life,” said Schafer.
PATIENT-DRIVEN TREND
The international review on this new practice has been overwhelmingly driven by patients who are suffering from irreversible degenerative diseases, like amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) and Parkinson’s.
“If this body has deserted me, I could do something good,” is how Mulder says patients frame their decision.
Canadian ALS patient Sharron Demchuk donated her kidneys and lungs after her medically assisted death in September of 2021. Her family says she herself pushed her doctors to consider a way she could help people after she died, becoming the first in New Brunswick to do so.
“She kept doing follow-ups, kept pushing and even though she wasn’t able to speak, she would make notes for my dad. ‘Here’s what I want you to ask them. Here’s what I want you to say,’” her daughter, Darlene Demchuk, told CTV News last year.
One of the goals of the international report, says Mulder, was to share information openly on how countries are managing this controversial and evolving new practice, including the tricky ethical and logistical issues of consent from vulnerable patients.
“What should you do, or what should what shouldn't you do? And how to keep the whole project completely voluntary,” he said of some of the concerns, noting that patients should never be pressured to choose MAID to increase the availability of donor organs.
That is a worry shared by Trudo Lemmens, a professor in health law and policy at the University of Toronto.
He points to statistics showing more than 35 per cent of Canadians who died by MAID in 2021 felt they were "a burden on family, friends or caregivers” according to a Health Canada report.
“I am concerned that people who struggle with a lack of self-esteem and self-worth may be pushed to see this as an opportunity to mean something,” said Lemmens in an email comment to CTV News.
With other countries like Australia eyeing medical assistance in dying along with organ donations, Mulder says public trust in this new medical practice must be developed and maintained.
“That’s why guidelines are necessary and should also be strict,”’ the doctor said.
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Welcome to the Eurovision Song Bracket!
This will be a fairly large bracket, consisting of two "teams" of 68 songs for a total of 136 competitors!
The first team has been preselected, and will consist of all previous winners or popular vote winners if applicable.
This means that if your favorite song won, you do not need to submit them (a couple of exceptions apply, see list at the bottom/read more for details)
Submissions are closed!
Rules!
- Entries must have been a part of the main competition of Eurovision of any year (I might do a MGP mini bracket if the people want that)
- Once again, you do not need to submit winners, they are (mostly) automatically in. Again, see bottom for details and explanations.
- You may submit multiple songs, but please don't send the same song over and over.
- Propaganda is highly encouraged! There is a spot for it in the submission form, and adding it on to the poll itself or sending an ask is also allowed. You may send a DM, but I'll probably be slow to respond that way.
How it Works!
- There will be multiple brackets of 34 songs
- Each of the preselected winners will be randomly against one of the submitted songs. Pairings will be decided through number assignment and a random number generator.
- Vote for your favorite! I will include links to the songs in the poll so you can listen to both before voting. The winner will move onto the next round until we find the winner of that bracket.
- Once all brackets are complete, the winners of their individual brackets will go onto the finals to determine the (unofficial) Ultimate Eurovision Song Winner!
- There will be a preliminary around, as 1969 (hehe nice) had a four way tie, so we will need to determine which of those four will represent that year!
Tagging some other brackets to get the word out
@animalcrossingshowdown @ultimate-soup-showdown @least-sexy-man-competition @soulmatebracket @irlcats-bracket @little-cat-showdown @bestvegetablepoll @baby-brawl-bracket @died-but-not-dead-tournament @unusannusbracket
Click the read more for the list of songs that are automatically in the bracket!
(The colors are just to make it less of a wall of text and easier to read)
(Please let me know if a different color would work better)
1956 - “Refrain” by Lys Assia (Switzerland)
1957 - “Net Als Toen” by Corry Brokken (Netherlands)
1958 - “Dors, Mon Amour” by André Claveau (France)
1959 - “Een Beetje” by Teddy Scholten (Netherlands)
1960 - “Tom Pillibi” by Jacqueline Boyer (France)
1961 - “Nous Les Amoureux” by Jean-Claude Pascal (Luxembourg) 1962 - “Un Premier Amour” by Isabelle Aubret” (France)
1963 - “Dansevise” by Grethe and Jøren Ingmann (Denmark)
1964 - “Non ho l'età” by Gigliola Cinquetti (Italy)
1965 - “Poupée de cire, poupée de son” by France Gall (Luxembourg) 1966 - “Merci, Chérie” by Udo Jürgens (Austria)
1967 - “Puppet on a String” by Sandie Shaw (UK)
1968 - “La la la” by Massiel (Spain)
1969 – [FOUR WAY TIE – SPAIN UK NETHERLANDS FRANCE, PRELIM POLL] “Vivo Cantando” by Salomé (Spain) ; “Boom Bang-a-Bang” by Lulu (UK) ; “De Troubadour” by Lenny Kuhr (Netherlands) ; “Un jour, un enfant” by Frida Bocara (France)
1970 - “All Kinds of Everything” by Dana (Ireland)
1971 - “Un banc, un arbre, une rue” by Séverine (Monaco)
1972 - “Après Toi” by Vicky Leandros (Luxembourg)
1973 - “Tu te reconnaîtras” by Anne-Marie David (Luxembourg)
1974 - “Waterloo” by ABBA (Sweden)
1975 - “Ding a Dong” by Teach-in (Netherlands)
1976 - “Save Your Kisses For Me” by Brotherhood of Man (UK)
1977 - “L'Oiseau et l'Enfant” by Marie Myriam (France)
1978 - “א-ב-ני-בי / A-Ba-Ni-Bi” by Izhar Cohen and the Alphabeta (Israel)
1979 - “הללויה /Hellelujah” by Milk and Honey (Israel)
1980 - “What's Another Year” by Johnny Logan (Ireland)
1981 - “Making Your Minds Up” by Bucks Fizz (UK)
1982 - “Ein bißchen Frieden” by Nicole (Germany)
1983 -Si la vie est cadeau” by Corinne Hermès (Luxembourg)
1984 - “Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley” by Herreys (Sweden)
1985 - “La det swinge” By Bobbysocks! (Norway)
1986 - “J'aime la vie” by Sandra Kim (Belgium)
1987 – “Laß die Sonne in dein Herz“ by Wind (Germany) [REPEAT WIN BY JOHNNY LOGAN(Ireland), USING 2ND PLACE]
1988 - “Ne partez pas sans moi” Céline Dion (Switzerland)
1989 - “Rock Me” by Riva (Yugoslavia)
1990 - “Insieme: 1992” by Toto Cutugno (Italy)
1991 – “Fångad av en stormvind” by Carola (Sweden)
1992 - “Why Me?” by Linda Martin (Ireland)
1993 - “In Your Eyes” Niamh Kavanagh (Ireland)
1994 - “Rock 'n' Roll Kids” Paul Harrington and Charlie McGettigan (Ireland)
1995 - “Nocturne” by Secret Garden (Norway)
1996 - “The Voice” by Eimear Quinn (Ireland)
1997 - “Love shine a Light” by Katrina and the Waves (UK)
1998 - “דיווה /Diva” by Dana International (Israel)
1999 - “Take Me to Your Heaven” by Charlotte Nilsson (Sweden)
2000 - “Fly on the Wings of Love” by Olsen Brothers (Denmark)
2001 - “Everybody” by Tanel Padar, Dave Benton, and 2XL (Estonia)
2002 - “I wanna” by Marie N (Latvia)
2003 - “Everyway That I Can” by Sertab Erener (Turkey)
2004 - “Wild Dances” by Ruslana (Ukraine)
2005 - “My Number One” by Helena Paparizou (Greece)
2006 - “Hard Rock Hallelujah” by Lordi (Finland)
2007 - “Молитва / Molitva” by Marija Šerifović (Serbia)
2008 - “Believe” by Dima Bilan (Russia)
2009 - “Fairytale” By Alexander Rybak (Norway)
2010 - “Satellite” by Lena (Germany)
2011 - “Running Scared” by Ell and Nikki (Azerbaijan)
2012 - “Euphoria” by Loreen (Sweden)
2013 - “Only Teardrops” by Emmelie de Forest (Denmark)
2014 - “Rise Like a Phoenix” by Conchita Wurst (Austria)
2015 - “Heroes” by Måns Zelmerlöw (Sweden)
2016 - “1944” by Jamala (Ukraine)
2017 - “Amar pelos dois” by Salvador Sobral (Portugal)
2018 - “Toy” by Netta (Israel)
2019 - “Arcade” by Duncan Laurence (Netherlands)
2020 – [CANCELLED]
2021 - “Zitti e buoni” by Måneskin (Italy)
2022 - “Стефанія / Stefania” by Kalush Orchestra (Ukraine)
2023 - “Cha Cha Cha” by Käärijä (Finland) [Second highest popular vote ever, also repeat win by Loreen(Sweden)]
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That's what I was saying!! Like I was trying to figure out Ghost's weight just cause I was curious, and I kept saying 250-280ibs, and they kept saying that it wouldn't work for his body. Her definitely not anything less than 240ibs and definitely not in the 100's.
Oh absolutely.
“Well Ivy how are you getting your numbers”
Ive got one patient who’s 6’5 and ~117kg/~260 and he’s not like massive but he’s a solid sized dude. There’s also a ghost cosplayer on tiktok (and I already fuckin know y’all are gonna ask so @therealghostdaddy; and while she’s lither build wise, @rxvengxrl does a banging ghost cosplay too), and he says he’s 6’2 and 117/260.
So like, since Ghosts height isn’t confirmed but typically you see 6’2-6’4 for him, if you’re keeping in mind the build on the tiktok cosplayer, but headcanon Ghost as taller you can easily slap extra weight on there due to the extra height.
But yeah no all of those guys are 200+ easy breezy. Gaz is the only one I could see having his weight start with a 1, and even then he’d be like 190/86 at MINIMUM. He’s got a lither build and Idk if his height is confirmed but I’d concur with the 5’11 I see floating around. Probably one of those things where if he was hella focusing on muscling up he could likely hit the 200 mark but he probably cruises just underneath.
Y’all are so funny I was literally typing this out and got this;
Im slightly pulling numbers out of my ass from here on out but Im clocking Price at 220/100 and Soap at like 230/104-ish
Price is a decent size and build without being absolutely fucking massive, but since he’s still in the field he’s probably still putting in the work in the gym. Soap is probably again in the 5’11 range give or take but he’s broader than Gaz is and kinda tanky in build like Ghost just without the sheer height.
I’d need to rewatch a playthrough for Alejandro and Rudy to gauge how their characters line up to the other guys and guess based off of that, but my lazy answer is ~180/82 for Rudy and ~190/86 for Alejandro. Iirc Rudy is a little shorter than Alejandro and Alejandro’s a bit lither in build but they’re both fairly average in height/weight for dudes- good size without being particularly huge, or shorter than average.
And again I maintain König is at LEAST 300/136, thank y’all for your time
#reminder friends this is all just a silly goofy time and it’s not that deep#simon ghost riley#john price#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#Alejandro vargas#rodolfo parra#cod mwii
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As promised, here are the results of the original Jojopolls Gay Champion nominations form!
The form ran from March 30th to April 30th and received 469 responses! The highest voted for character was... Jesus Christ with 273 votes. So ignoring him (and a note for any poll running reading this, don't put Jesus down, people cannot resist the bit), here's how the rest of the results shaped up!
First of all we have everyone who qualified for the tournament:
Josuke - 270 votes
Jolyne - 264 votes
Dio - 250 votes
Ermes - 246 votes
Speedwagon - 234 votes
Bruno - 227 votes
Abbacchio - 224 votes
Rohan - 220 votes
Johnny - 207 votes
Gyro - 185 votes
Foo Fighter - 182 votes
Caesar - 178 votes
Pucci - 178 votes
Okuyasu - 175 votes
Jotaro - 170 votes
Avdol - 157 votes
Giorno - 156 votes
Tizzano - 154 votes
Kars - 151 votes
Polnareff - 151 votes
Squalo - 150 votes
Vanilla Ice - 141 votes
Kakyoin - 136 votes
Joesph - 133 votes
Fugo - 132 votes
Mista - 119 votes
Dragona - 116 votes
Esidisi - 106 votes
Diego - 99 votes
Wamuu - 94 votes
Hot Pants - 94 votes
Trish - 93 votes
And then we have eveyone else!
Sorbet & Gelato - 90 votes
Yoshikage (part 8) - 84 votes
Anasui - 83 votes
Narancia - 83 votes
Weather Report - 76 votes
Gwess - 66 votes
Risotto - 59 votes
Jodio - 57 votes
Lisa Lisa - 56 votes
Tonio - 54 votes
Secco - 54 votes
Hol Horse - 53 votes
Cioccolata - 51 votes
Doppio - 50 votes
Melone - 47 votes
N'Doul - 46 votes
Jonathan - 45 votes
Kira (part 4) - 41 votes
Diavolo - 40 votes
Will - 40 votes
Reimi - 37 votes
Mikitaka - 37 votes
Yukako - 35 votes
Josefumi - 33 votes
Rai - 32 votes
Prosciutto - 32 votes
Aya - 32 votes
Usagi - 31 votes
Akira - 31 votes
Mariah - 31 votes
Tomoko - 30 votes
kei - 29 votes
Ghiaccio - 29 votes
Yasuho - 24 votes
Suzi Q - 24 votes
Straizo - 23 votes
Yotsuyu - 22 votes
Illuso - 22 votes
Steely Dan - 22 votes
Dr. Ferdinand - 21 votes
Magent Magent - 21 votes
Pesci - 21 votes
Midler - 20 votes
Gappy - 19 votes
Ringo - 18 votes
Rikiel - 17 votes
Miraschon - 17 votes
Koichi - 17 votes
Donatello - 16 votes
Yuya - 16 votes
Hato - 15 votes
Formaggio - 15 votes
Sandman - 15 votes
Wekapipo - 15 votes
Paco - 14 votes
Aisho - 13 votes
Miuccia - 13 votes
Rubber Soul - 13 votes
Erina - 13 votes
Holy (part 8) - 12 votes
Holy (part 3) - 12 votes
Blackmore - 12 votes
Telence - 12 votes
Ungalo - 12 votes
Tory - 11 votes
Shinobu - 11 votes
Keicho - 11 votes
And then the google form cuts off, so everyone else got less than 11 votes! The "Other" section of the form got 114 responses, with IGGY being the most asked for character not on the list with 8 votes. Sheila E was just behind him with 7 votes.
So there you go! That's a lot of numbers huh!
Thank you to everyone who voted! I'd like to do something like this again in the future, getting so much input like this is super interesting!
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Chris talks to and encourages his second dad Buck
3x1 “Kids Today” - At Buck’s welcome back to the 118 party, Chris gave him a handmade card and when Buck pointed to it and said, “Wow, this is great” Chris responded, “It’s you and me.” Since the card Chris made had a drawing of Buck in his turnout gear and Chris standing next to a surfboard, it could have been foreshadowing for the things they would experience together during the Tsunami.
After Buck coughed up blood at his party and was rushed to the hospital, he was at home depressed but Eddie took Chris to Buck’s loft so the two of them could spend the day together. When Buck heard Chris say, “Hey Buck!”, Buck asked him what he was doing there and Eddie said, “He’s hanging out with his Buck today cause I have to go to work.” This was Buck’s first-time taking care of Chris on his own.
3x2 “Sink or Swim” - Chris asked Buck, “Are you ok?” after he had been calling him and trying to get his attention but Buck was watching the 136 as they tried to revive a man who fainted on the beach. Buck and Chris would take refuge on the 136’s firetruck after the first wave hit.
Chris told Buck, “You’re gonna be ok kid” after Buck spent several minutes explaining the way he hopes Chris will be able to find a career that mattered because it was going to show him the rest of his life.
Buck asked Chris how he was able to never say no and not complain and Chris responded, “Well I complained once but it didn’t work”. Buck asked, “So what did you do?” then Chris said, “I just kept on swimming.”
3x3 “The Searchers” – All Chris had to say to put a smile on Buck’s face after Eddie brought their son back to his loft was “Hey Buck!”. That was the only thing Chris said to Buck on-screen during that scene.
3x10 “Christmas Spirit” - Chris was upset with Eddie because Eddie had to work on Christmas so he asked Buck, “Can I spend Christmas with you?”
4x3 “Future Tense”- When Eddie told Buck and Chris they were taking a break from the internet, Chris asked, “Buck, can we go to your house and play video games?”
4x8 “Breaking Point” - After Chris took Eddie’s phone, ordered an Uber to take him to Buck’s loft and Buck explained how Eddie told him that Chris blew up at him, Chris said, “I don’t want to talk about it”.
After Buck explained he wasn’t going anywhere, Chris stood up and hugged him the same way he hugged Eddie in 3x12 “Fools”.
4x14 “Survivors” - After Eddie was shot, Buck went to Eddie’s house to tell Chris what happened. But when Buck broke down and started crying, Chris put his arm around Buck’s shoulders and said, “It’s going to be ok Buck” to console him.
Chris woke up Buck and asked, “Can I talk to my dad now?” Reminder Buck was sleeping on the Buckley-Diaz Family’s couch and Eddie would wake up on that same couch one year later in 5x14 “Dumb Luck”.
5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia” - Chris called Buck instead of calling 9-1-1 when he heard Eddie smashing the furniture in his bedroom. After Buck answered his cellphone, Chris said, “Buck… something’s wrong with dad!”
In 6x1 “Let the Games Begin” - Chris said, “Buck? You don’t even have a couch.” And when Buck asked him what that had to do with him being fire captain, Chris said, “It’s weird” which could mean he was telling Buck it’s weird he didn’t have a family because he and Eddie have been right there in front of him waiting so he could be a family with them. Buck already has a family even though he keeps searching for one.
The still from 6x11 “In Another Life” shows Chris sitting by Buck’s bedside while Buck’s in a coma and it appears whatever Chris is going to say to him will be heart wrenching for a number of reasons. First, Chris has already lost one parent, his mother and Buck is his second dad and has been for 5 years. So, if Buck dies (he won’t) that would be traumatizing for Chris. He wasn’t shown crying after his mother died and he was shown consoling Buck in 4x14 after Buck broke down about Eddie. Second, Buck is not just his second dad, he’s his best friend too since he can talk to Buck whenever he feels like he can’t talk to Eddie. Reminder, Chris took Eddie’s cellphone and ordered an Uber to take him to Buck’s loft in 4x8 so he could talk to him about people leaving. That’s when Buck reassured him and said he wasn’t going anywhere and he hasn’t. Third, Chris didn’t have the chance to see his mother while she was in the hospital before she died but he will have the chance to see Buck. Buck is important to both Eddie and Chris and he’s been part of their family ever since Eddie showed Buck a picture of Chris. Reminder, Buck told Eddie that Chris was super adorable and he loved kids in 2x2 “7.1”.
It’s interesting the stills and the trailer for next week haven’t shown Eddie and Chris together in Buck’s hospital room but it’s likely Eddie will be there because Buck was there for Chris after Eddie got shot and after Eddie’s breakdown. What will Chris say to Buck while he’s sitting next to him in the hospital? Only the showrunner(s), writers and producers know the answer to that question.
#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#christopher diaz#the buckley diaz family#buckley diaz family#911 fox#911 on fox#911onfox#911 speculation#911 meta#911 s6#911 season 6#911 season 6 speculation#911
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Lost Fic #136
Not specific lost fics, but I’ve spent weeks looking for fics likes these and haven’t really managed to find any, so we’re throwing them out in the hope our followers know of some!…
1. Hi! Some time ago Neil said something about how Crowley's clothes are just miracled into existence and probably disappear when he stops thinking about them. Soooo, do you happen to have any fics where it actually happens? - @lookingforusernameideas
2. hi! i was wondering, if there are any fics in which hell knows and/or approves of crowley and aziraphale's relationship? or, along that line, if there are any fics where the whole of general hell adores and/or is protective of aziraphale? i was just thinking it would be nice to read about aziraphale being nice to demons and them loving him in return :) thank you in advance! @ryneisaterriblefan
3. Hi mods, I've read quite a few fics about Aziraphale and Crowley being on the Titanic, but I keep dwelling on the idea of Aziraphale being on it alone while Crowley sleeps, and how Crowley might discover and react to this after the fact. Are there any fics out there like this? Thanks in advance! - anon
4. oddly specific ask, here, but do you have any hurt comfort fics where crowley calles aziraphale “love”? i’ve seen it done a few times as a headcanon pet name, and it gives me butterflies every time😭. thanks so much, this blog is EVERYTHING - anon
5. Hi, I'm looking for angst-y with a happy ending fanfics where aziraphale and crowley are in love, but at first aziraphale thinks he's going to fall or that crowley wants that to happen. Not looking for an specific one, if you know some like this I'd love to read! Thanks so much - anon
If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)
- Mod D
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Ultimate Jikook Timeline Pt 118
BE Era, Pt 6
April 4, 2021:
a) Tokopedia X BTS - Interview & 'Life Goes On' Performance
3:24 Jimin is asked what was the most fun while preparing the album and he says it was filming the “Life Goes On” MV, the interviewer asks him if it is because of JK and he says “yes, it’s because of Jungkook”
b) 2021 Festa Family Portrait Shoot
6:46 they stand in front of each other for the photoshoot and then shake hands, at 6:54 Jimin stands up and JK instant reaction seems to be placing his hand on Jimin’s hip
c) 2021 Festa Family Portrait (from Memories 2021)
2:06 standing close for the photoshoot, at 2:28 Jimin puts his arm around his shoulder
6:00 JK takes a pic of Jimin and says he looks like a rookie actor
d) 2021 Festa Mission! BTS 4 Cuts
21:14 Jimin recognizes JK’s drawing
23:08 Jimin gets a Jungkook opener as a prize, he seems to find it cute and says he will use it at home
e) 2021 Festa Exam Behind the Scenes
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6:53 Jimin guesses one of the answers of the exam as “Jungkook’s language”
16:36 JK answers the question about Jimin’s Christmas song and sings a bit of it
Note: it's a weird date to put Festa content, but we know the Festa family portrait shooting happened on April 4 because there were videos of them arriving the place with those clothes on that day
2. April 6, 2021:
Run Ep. 136
2:14 JK says the other teams are going to do better because they have Namjoon and Jin, Jimin looks at him and says “but you got me!”, Hobi says Jimin and JK have great teamwork so they agree to stay in these teams and at 2:30 Jimin and JK shake hands
3:33 Jimin says their team name will be simply “Jimin and Jungkook” and Hobi teases them saying “why not Jungkook and Jimin?”
4:14 they say their team name in a cute way
6:21 JK teases Jimin saying they should just watch the other teams because they are not making any points, so Jimin tells him to relax because normally people start off giving points to others
7:50 in one of the quiz questions, the staff tells them that they said this word to JK many times, so Jimin asks “like muscle pig?”
8:24 Jimin gets the answer right so JK rubs the back of his neck
9:15 Jikook high five, then again at 9:34
16:27 Jikook hand shake
16:44 they play a game of guessing the words by numbers that resemble it, JK gets the answer right when saying the answer is “I love you”, so Jimin grabs his arm while laughing and says “this is the only code that Jungkook knows”
24:02 Jikook high five
27:28 they shake hands again
29:28 Jimin says he is going to use his phone call chance and JK tells him not to use the speakerphone
34:19 another high five and at 34:45 Jimin softly asks JK to do well on that quiz because he is not so good at it
Behind
4:50 JK whispers the answer to the quiz on Jimin’s ear
5:37 JK gets the answer to the quiz right and Jimin questions him how does he even know that word
3. April 13, 2021:
Run Ep. 137
2:12 they play a game of guessing the songs and Jimin touches JK’s arm and says “please play well, I don’t know songs that well”
3:31 JImin tells JK they are climbing on the game much better than he thought
6:02 JK acts funny and makes Jimin laugh
7:05 they are all having trouble to figure out what song the sounds comes from and Jimin stands up with his hand on JK’s shoulder
8:41 the epic moment when JK calls his mom in the middle of the quiz, when she guesses the song tittle Jimin holds the phone with JK to say hi, she answers “yes, Jimin! Love you!” and Jimin gets super happy
10:05 Jimin says he feels great because JK’s mother said “I love you” to him and then imitates her saying it
10:30 Jikook hug
13:15 Jimin playfully punches JK’s belly
18:10 JK struggles to remember a song name and Jimin tells him “discuss it with my, I’m on your team!”, then JK whispers it to him
27:54 Jimin taps JK’s shoulder because he thinks he knows the answer
32:35 Jimin asks JK to sit down on the background and at 32:46 Jimin eats his snack with a hand on JK’s leg
Behind
1:11 sitting close while trying to guess the answer
5:17 Jimin taps JK’s shoulder while saying he thinks they’ll be able to get the lyrics right
4. April 19, 2021:
a) McDonald’s Ad Making Film
2:23 small interaction on the background
b) McDonald’s Interview
1:38 Jimin looks at JK while telling his McDonald��s story
5. April 20, 2021:
a) Map of The Soul ON:E Concept Book Making
2:25 JK teaches Jimin how to play the drums
10:47 JK stares at Jimin for a bit
b) Run Ep. 138
0:54 JK does boxing moves and Jimin copies him and then JK says Jimin and Tae are the best players, at 1:16 they warm up together again
3:20 Jimin touches JK’s shoulder and asks “why are you so excited today?” while smiling at him
6:19 Jimin says he is feeling nauseated from watching the tennis players play so fast and leans a little bit on JK
8:01 JK makes Jimin laugh
10:42 Jikook hug after JK seems to the water bottle with the tennis ball like the tennis player instructed him to, Jimin says “that’s my dongsaeng, he is so good”, but then the camera shows that Jimin actually pushed the water bottle off the table
19:10 JK calls Jimin to play with him
21:48 Jimin watches JK play with the instructor
22:18 playing together
25:12 Jimin cheers for JK while he is playing with Tae, and then again at 26:35, at 28 he tells him he should be calm
Behind
1:20 practicing together
2:33 they make an inside joke about an anime called Haikyu
6:03 playing together
6. April 21, 2021:
Kloud x BTS Making Film
3:42 Jimin pretends to punch JK
7. April 27, 2021:
Run Ep. 139
2:30 Jimin and Hobi cheer for JK
6:10 Jimin cheers for JK
31:24 Jimin calls JK to play with Jin
34:10 Jimin encourages JK to keep going by saying he just needs one more point
Behind
8:15 Jimin and JK play against Tae
Information compiled by @lagalaxiedemochi
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