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sisterofsomeone · 2 months

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Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 1/?

Summary: On a wedding day in Baldur’s Gate, a marriage is sealed with a sanctified bond. A powerful magic that allows your minds to meld and cannot ever be undone. It is also required to share your darkest secret for the bond to be bestowed. There is a common myth passed around that once, a very long time ago, a woman was tricked into marriage by a demon of sorts and only found out when they wed. Every wedding at that moment the room falls silent, waiting for another scream, another myth making secret to be revealed. You just never thought you would be witness to it.

Series Warnings: Wonwoo x fem!reader, slight Seokmin x fem!reader (because I can't help myself), established relationship/situationship, angst, fluff, swearing, drinking, smoking, there are references to end game BG3 and spoilers for the whole game so please proceed with caution! smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names (baby girl, pretty girl, princess), oral sex (male and female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, size kink, reader has a vagina that gets described as a pussy/cunt, slight dub-con for a second then clear consent, (more will be added as the series goes on!)

Word count: 3.5K

Author's note: Hello again! I was originally going to write this as a oneshot, but I just kept writing and writing and felt that I really wanted to try and flesh this world out. So, it's becoming a series! I cannot promise regular updates as I am in my final year of university, and start back up at my graduate job in september, but I am really enjoying writing this so I'm aiming for at least once a month, but maybe more. I do also have another series in the works which I want to post soon as well, so keep on the lookout for that one! I’ve never written anything like this before so bear with me if it’s not very good! Please enjoy, I really do hope this is entertaining for you, and have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening! Lots of love, Caitlin <3

This is a work of fiction and in no way is meant to represent the actions, ideals, or attitude of the idol Jeon Wonwoo.

Baldur’s Gate. The jewel of the Sword Coast. Granted, you never knew there was supposedly a dragon sleeping under the city before the invasion, but still. A wonderful place to live. Life here was easier for someone like you, the eldest daughter of the Apothecary Merchant. Father had spent most of the money he made to dress you in the finest of clothes, hire chefs to teach you to make the finest of meals, and ensure you were surrounded by the best trained ladies in waiting possible. Status meant everything to him, and you knew you had to marry up to please him. Being the eldest of three girls, you were schooled in house making, cooking, mathematics, business, politics- anything and everything that would endear you to one of the knowledgeable and wealthy bachelors your father was hoping to wed you to. Your younger sisters however were afforded the luxury to follow their throws of passion and learn dance, music, or geography to teach and travel. You didn’t much care for home making, your fascination with the foul words in other languages usually left your tutor giggling after you begged her to teach you them. You were smart, quick with numbers and well versed in politics and business. It was something your father loved about you. The daughter that would lift them even higher in status. You were his political pawn.

You were with your mathematics tutor when she burst through the door. Your mother, her face flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly with her heavy breaths.

“The- The King wants you to attend the ball.” She spoke. “The ball for the princes to choose their brides. He has called for you specifically.”

“Oh?” You didn’t so much as look away from your work, still toying away with the problems in front of you.

“Yes! Oh Gods girl, what are we to do with you?” Your tutor excused himself as your mother swanned towards the large windows. She was as dramatic a woman as you had ever met, and you loved her for it. Turning to face you, her dress billowed, and it struck you yet again how beautiful she was. You knew she used to be the catch; the young daughter of a cattle farmer swept into the Sword Coast by her wild fancies and taking Baldur’s Gate by storm. She married your father in a rather quickly arranged match, both being only 21 and your bump already starting to show through her clothes. She had always held a special place in your life, and the closeness in age only solidified your bond.

“You’re to help me avoid it. You know I want nothing to do with the royal family.” You raised an eyebrow, smirk playing on your lips as you turned another page in your book.

“It’s such a shame. You should go, if not for yourself but for me. It says and family and you know how much your sisters and I would love it!” Her fingers danced across the edge of the paper, twirling the red silk ribbon that used to hold the envelope closed as she read and reread the words.

“You know, there must be a specific reason they invited you. I heard only four girls and their families were invited specifically by name.” He voiced wavered, tone light, eyes meeting yours with that twinkle you knew meant trouble. Sometimes it felt like you were the parent in this.

“Will I need a new dress?” With that she squealed and swept you into her arms.

“Oh darling! You are going to love this!” Untangling her arms from around you she ran from the room and to the staircase.

“Girls! Darling! Come downstairs, your sister has an announcement!”

It was dark outside when you were finally allowed to rest. Your mother had dragged you and your sisters around every tailor in the city, eventually settling on a beautiful, glittered gown from the Facemaker’s that made it look like you were dripping in starlight. Your sisters marvelled at you, them seemingly more excited for your prospects than you were. As you stood before the full-length mirror, watching the way light danced across the dress you caught your own breath. You stood tall, the shimmering fabric laying against your body as if made solely for you. Your face now seemingly had the allure you always attributed to your mother, the colour of your eyes mirroring her own beautiful hue. It was the first time you felt a fraction as beautiful as her. That’s why you let your mother buy the dress, but you’d never tell her that.

The evening was warm as you took a book from the library and made your way to the balcony. Lighting the lamp on the table you slipped yourself onto the velvet covered seat and pulled the small blanket around your legs, hiking them up to your chest. It was here you sat, absorbed in the words of scholars until a small cough caught your attention. This was routine at this point, so you put your book down and pulled yourself from the seat, dangling a hand over the railing in front of you before leaning your head over. The man clasped your hand and smiled up at you.

It had all been an accident, you meeting Seokmin and Wonwoo. You weren’t supposed to be walking unescorted to Sorcerers’ Sundries, well technically you weren’t supposed to be walking there at all, but what Father didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. You had stopped but for a moment to watch the magic show at the front entrance when you felt a hand dip into your pockets. You grasped their wrist and turned, only to be met with a small child.

“I’m-I’m so sorry miss, please let me go.” The tiny tiefling looked terrified, eyes wide and lower lip trembling. Immediately you dropped your guard, gaze softening and grip on their arm loosening.

“Child, no need to be scared I won’t call the Fists. But let’s not go picking anymore pockets hm?” They nodded, thanking you as they scurried away. Thats when you heard the laughter. Two tall men, eyes dark and trained directly on you and the scurrying child.

“What are you two laughing at huh?” The slightly broader one cocked an eyebrow at you, and the other pointed behind you. There you saw the scared tiefling, not so scared anymore as them and their friend – who you hadn’t noticed until now – were poking their tongues out at you as they waved a purse above their heads.

“That’s mine!” You shouted as they hurried off, tails wagging and giggles filling the dark streets.

“You fell for that hook line and sinker.” One of the hooded men let a plume of smoke escape his lips and curled them into a smile. “Are you new here or something?”

“No, no. Look at her, she’s a sheltered little princess I bet.” The other said, closing the distance between you and him. You finally got a good look at him. Dark eyes, golden tanned skin, a smile spread across his face that lit a fire in your stomach. He leaned down, face now only inches from yours. “Such a sheltered little princess, aren’t you?” There was an earthiness to him, a woody smell that danced under a zesty citrus. This was no commoner’s perfume.

“Who are you?”

Wonwoo’s eyes shone from below you on the balcony, that same smile lighting that spark deep in your soul. He was intelligent, worldly, but most of all, he was kind. He climbed up the balcony as usual, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you. It was hot, fiery and passionate. It always felt like he was swallowing you whole, devouring every part of you. He pushed you backwards, lowering you into the plush of the loveseat as his body covered your own. His mouth never left yours, tongue playing against your bottom lip as you gave him entrance. He moaned, fingers running through your hair and pulling, revealing the length of your neck to him. He kissed down it, careful not to leave any marks as he did so.

“My beautiful girl, my pretty girl.” His lips left a searing trail down to your chest, his hands trailing down your sides, bunching up your dress to reach your core.

“Wonwoo, baby, we can’t. Not tonight.” It was almost useless, his lips never stopped working against your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point. “Wonwoo, baby.” A whine left him that had a throb course through your body and set that flame burning.

“Don’t tell me to stop baby please.” He kissed you again, hands never stopping their assault on you. “Please don’t tell me I can’t play with my pretty girl’s pretty pussy.” His eyes darkened, teeth bit down harder, and you could almost feel the punctures from his canines.

“This pretty pussy has been invited to the King’s ball. This pretty pussy might have just been sold off by her ever-scheming father.” He stalled at this, hands stopping their assault and mouth leaving your skin.

“What?” His eyes were trained on yours as you swallowed thickly.

“We got the invitation today. Gods know how he did it. But he did.” Wonwoo moved off you, settling into the space beside you.

“Are you happy? With the idea I mean?” You let out a short laugh, cold and harsh.

“Happy? Why would I be happy? No one has ever seen them, been allowed near them, and what? I’m supposed to marry one of them. Be used as breeding stock. Finally put all this stupid training to use.” He laughed softly from beside you.

“You think this is funny? My life being sold off to the highest bidder and you laugh?”

“No! No, it’s not like that I promise.” His arms were around you again, pulling you into his chest. “I think there’s more to this than you know. Go to the party. You might be pleasantly surprised that’s all.” His lips were on yours again. “And no matter what happens, I’ll never let anyone else touch you the way I do.”

The morning broke through your curtains and the man beside you stirred. His chest was warm beneath your cheek as you kissed the arm draped around you.

“Darling, you must go before we get caught. Again.” He groaned, rolling the pair of you over, trapping you beneath him. That smile was back, softly lit by the warm glow of the sun pouring in through the windows. “Wonwoo, baby please.” His lips were soft against yours, pouring love into you like there was no tomorrow. His fingertips danced across your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. He rolled his hips into you, want evident at the broken gasp that left his lips. “Wonwoo baby.” You moaned out, fingers moving to his shoulder blades. He rolled his hips again, the slickness of your cunt allowing for him to rock smoothly and bump his cockhead into your clit. “Wonwoo, we can’t.” But your body gives you away, the roll of your hips as you shake beneath him has him lining up instantly.

“Princess, say no right now and I won’t do it. But say yes and I’ll give you a baby. I’ll fuck you so full it has no option but to stick. You’ll be mine.” Your lips chased his as you nodded frantically against him.

“Yes Wonwoo, yes yes yes.” He pushed in, cock stretching you as you raked your nails down his back. His thrusts were deep, angling his hips to hit that spot inside of you.

“My princess wants a baby yeah? Wants me to fuck her full?” He growled into your ear, hips smashing into yours.

“Please, wanna make you a daddy.” You purred back. His hand snaked between your bodies, fingers rubbing circle after circle into your swollen clit as you arched up into him. He never stopped kissing you, never stopped whispering praise into your mouth as you came around him.

“Please Wonwoo, want you to fill me up. Please.” You dug your nails into his skin, drawing a hiss from him. He’s panting, sweat lining his forehead as he thrust into you again and again, bringing you to orgasm over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. He pushes you over the edge again and again, having you crying his name into his mouth over and over as you beg for him to finish in you, mark you as his.

But he doesn’t. He pulls out as he always does and finishes onto your thigh. It’s over then, the light shifting to a cold blue as the sun shifts behind a cloud. He moves away from you, gathering his clothes and dressing.

“When will I see you again?” He pauses, eyes meeting your own.

“You won’t see me like this for a while. At least, not this version of me.” You don’t know what that means, but he doesn’t give you any time to ask as he kisses you again so softly. His hand caresses your face, thumb rubbing your cheek as a tear falls from his face and onto yours. “But you will see me again, I promise.” As he pulls away, he places a final kiss on your forehead before stepping back towards your balcony. You let him go like you always do, but not without that horrible hole ripping through your chest.

The night of the ball drew closer, and there was no sign of Wonwoo or his brother. You were alone. The lessons ramped up, your father wanting there to be no chance of failure. You were his pawn, and he was so ready to make that final check. Your mother tried to get through the walls you put up, your sisters gushed every day about how lucky you were, how you were going to have the life of your dreams. But you weren’t. You wouldn’t be with Wonwoo. Wouldn’t be able to kiss him again, wouldn’t be able to hold him. You’d never be able to make him a dad.

“Your invitation madam?” Your mother was positively glowing with excitement, your sisters each hanging off one of your arms, you suspect to stop you from running. Your mother presents the invitation, and the guard cocks an eyebrow. “Please, this way for special guests.” You were escorted towards a separate entrance, a large pair of white wooden doors beset by giant boars on each side. The doors were parted for you, and the entrance was the most beautiful you’d ever seen. You were ushered inside, your sisters gasping and pointing at the artwork lining the walls. But your eyes were drawn to the three other girls.

“They’re your competition child.” Your father pulled you aside from your sisters and scanned you from head to toe. “But you’ve got a brain to best all of them. Be smart, be strong. Be the girl I raised you to be.” You glanced back over to them. Each one you knew to be a member of one of the aristocracies, as you were. You vaguely remember having a run in with the half-elf, but if she remembered you, she gave nothing away in the cold gaze she returned.

“If everyone is now here?” A voice sounded from the stairs above you. Your eyes followed where it was coming from, and the woman you saw standing there was the most beautiful you had ever seen. Dark eyes, with even darker hair cascading down her back that held soft curls that bounced as she began to walk towards you all. You had never seen this woman before, but something pulled at you from your stomach as if you recognised her.

“You are all chosen specifically by the princes themselves. My sister's sons wouldn’t allow for our intervention, so feel very lucky. Some of you would never have made it this far.” Her eyes fell on you at this, and your father bristled beside you. “Now, if you’ll follow me.” She sauntered towards the large doors across the marbled floors. You moved to follow the queen's sister, silently cursing yourself for not recognising her as your legs pulled you along before your brain could think of a reason to turn and run. She demanded that the girls line up, manhandling you all into a line with you left on the end. Your families were to follow along behind, and not say a word.

There was a commotion behind the doors, music filled whatever room you were about to be ushered into and laughter and conversations could barely be heard through these giant doors. You tried to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles of your dress, hands moving on their own as you chewed on your bottom lip.

There was a moment of silence before the doors swung open, and an even longer moment of silence when all the eyes in the ballroom fell upon you. Your gaze flitted from person to person, not a single face you couldn’t put a name to. Families with daughters much better suited for this match burned holes into your skull from jealousy. You were standing there, with the whole world at your fingertips and their daughter wasn’t.

You were ushered down the steps before you, the sea of people parting as the four of you made your ways forward. Your eyes were on the floor as you had been instructed to do so, never for a second daring to look upon the men sitting at the other end of the ballroom.

“This is the half-elf Carmae of the Boat Merchant.” You were right about recognising her then.

“This is the high elf Dauphine of the Gold Merchant.” You heard her light steps, the small “Hello sirs.” that sounded so beautiful falling from her lips as she greeted the men.

“This is the wood elf Avalynne of the Cloth Merchant.” You were next.

“This is the human Y/n of the Apothecary Merchant.” You stepped forward, curtseying as you were taught, eyes moving up to acknowledge the men before you.

“Hello sirs-“ Those eyes. That smile. Wonwoo sat before you, hand rested on his chin as he surveyed you. You felt a churning in your stomach as you let your eyes fall upon Seokmin beside him. His soft curls sat upon his head as he smiled ever so softly at you.

“We can now begin.” The music started up again as the crowd of people swallowed you up. Your sisters beamed at you as people swarmed you. They wanted to know where you got your dress “The Facemaker.” You politely replied. Who did your hair? “My mother wanted to.” You smiled at them. You were pulled from conversation to conversation. Every family wanted a piece of you. But your mind was back on Wonwoo. Your heart calling out to him across the floor.

His eyes followed you, dark and cold like you’d never seen them before.

“Wonwoo, calm down. She’s yours I’m not going to take her.” Seokmin leant over to his older brother, giggling slightly at the older man’s demeanour.

“I know you’re not. But they might.” He followed his brother’s gaze to the men being introduced to you by their fathers. “It seems like being the prince’s chosen gives a girl a certain…” His eyes scanned the crowd of men now surrounding you. Your father ever so keen to get you introduced to as many of them as possible. You were trying to be amicable, that soft smile on your face hiding the discomfort you felt. The burn of jealousy coursed through his veins as he watched you laugh and smile at these fools. If only they knew what he’d done to you, the noises he could pull from you with just his tongue or fingers. The way you beg him to cum in you, the tears in your eyes as he fucks you through another orgasm. You’d be too much for those idiots, they couldn’t make you feel how he did. Couldn’t make your body react the way he did.

“The princes will now have their first dance with each of the chosen.” Wonwoo and Seokmin stood, and the floor was cleared again. You finally found yourself walking back towards the man who held your heart in his hands and smiled. Wonwoo noticed that it finally reached your eyes.

“It is lovely to meet you Y/n.” He placed a soft kiss against the back of your hand.

“It is my honour sir.” You smiled even wider this time as he drew you closer as the music began.

“I hope you’re a good dancer.” He flashed you that dazzling smile once more as the music began up again.

“I hope you are too sir.” You felt the flush creep up your cheeks as the two of you started to dance. Your eyes glued to his as he led you across the floor, his never once leaving yours. You finally got what he meant that morning. While this was a surprise, you’d help him play the part for as long as it took to get your Wonwoo back.

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atinystraynstay · 5 months

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Life Goes On - Park Jimin

Synopsis: It was finally happening. Jimin would be leaving for the military in a few weeks. The boys have worked hard to make the enlistment process seamless for themselves and the fans, but that doesn't mean you are ready.

Pairing: idol! Park Jimin x reader Genre: Flufffffff Word Count: 2.1k Note: BTS was the first k-pop group I got into, all thanks to a college friend who was obsessed at the time. I still remember her sending me Spring Day as a recommend and listening to it on repeat all winter break. They were a huge source of happiness, especially during the pandemic. Watching each member go has been tough, but I am excited for the day that OT7 is back in 2025. 💜

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It was a calm Friday night. Probably the last Friday night we would get like this. The world outside had a particular stillness to it, almost as if nobody else existed besides us.

The only source of light in the living room came from the fairy lights strung around the apartment. I had suggested to Jimin that we decorate our shared space early seeing as he would soon be joining his six friends, his six brothers in military service. We weren't sure how much more time we would have together, so we wanted to create joyful holiday memories before the rush of preparing for enlistment fully began. I wanted to give Jimin a chance to enjoy the holiday season with friends and family before the goodbyes start.

We were laying on our couch. Our bodies were positioned so Jimin's back rested against the arm of the couch, my body resting against his back and sitting in between his legs. His right hand rested gently on my hip, running up and down lazily. His touch left me feeling hypnotized like I was putty in his hands. A dark green blanket was draped over our bodies, keeping us warm. Some holiday movie was playing in the background, but I was not even paying attention. Hence the popcorn bowl was only half empty. I was trying my best to savor the feeling of being this close to Jimin, what it was like to feel his body warmth against mine, to feel his presence next to me.

A soft ding brought me back to reality. I glanced over to my right, away from the TV, when I saw Jimin raise his cellphone with his left hand. I instantly recognized the app responsible for the notification. Weverse.

"It's posted," Jimin whispered. I could sense his body trying to sit up a bit straighter. I followed suit, allowing him to adjust his posture before gently leaning against him again. He had moved his phone so it was in front of the both of us. His phone was already unlocked due to his camera recognizing his face. The notification push is already open for the two of us to read.

I could feel my heart sink a bit. I knew this was coming. We already talked about it. Why was I so nervous?

Hello. This is BIGHIT MUSIC.

We would like to inform our fans that RM, Jimin, V, and Jung Kook have initiated the military enlistment process.

All of us have been aware of the plan for a while. There have been numerous, lengthy conversations since 2020 about what would happen, what life would be like, what the boys wanted for themselves before and after enlistment, and everything in between. The protocol all the boys would follow made sense. Jin was going to go first, seeing as he was the oldest and had the shortest amount of time. J-Hope decided that he would go second, just wanting to get it over with to get back on stage sooner. Yoongi would go third, seeing as his military service would be the longest period as a civil servant. He wanted to stay on track with rejoining the group in 2025. The other four wanted to go in together, to be able to support each other and say goodbye rather than leaving one person left behind. Three years ago, the plan seemed like it was so far away. But the plan was now in action and the rest of the world knew it.

The boys have been able to pursue projects they had only dreamed of. They had gotten the chance of a lifetime to take control and make decisions for each of themselves. And I was beyond proud of them all, especially Jimin. It was just now happening too quickly for my liking. I felt like I was losing time now.

What was my plan? What was I going to do? 18 months without Jimin, without my source of happiness and laughter in this sometimes dark world. Everyone seemed to know what they were meant to do, but what about me? "Babe? Y/n?"

I blinked a couple of times after registering that Jimin was calling out to me. I looked down to see the phone had been removed from in front of me, now sitting next to the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. I felt a hand cradle my cheek, turning it gently to the side until I met those deep brown eyes. I tried offering a light smile but knew that it was all an act. My glossy eyes a dead giveaway.

"Angel, what's going on in your mind? Talk to me." "I don't want you to go. Like I know you have to. We've talked about it basically over the last three years, but that doesn't mean I want you to go."

Jimin frowned. I felt him gently push on my body, indicating he wanted me to shift. My frown deepened as I turned to sit forward, my legs hitting the wooden floor. Shivers shot up my spine from the contact with the cold floor. Jimin remained sitting in the same position, his body against the corner and arm of the couch. However, this time, his hands were extended towards me. I shifted my body slightly, to face him, but also slipped my hands into his. His warm touch. That brought a smile at my gesture. He slipped his fingers in between mine before giving my hand three tiny squeezes, our little way of saying 'I love you' without having to verbally say it. It worked in situations where we were out in public, unable to hear each other, or for times like this when speaking might be too difficult.

"I don't want to go either, baby. I really don't. The thought of leaving you for a short while pains me, but it's something that has to be done."

I nodded my head, listening to his words. I didn't even realize at this point that a few tears had slipped down my cheeks.

"18 months just seems like such a long time. So much can happen in a year and a half." "And I look forward to hearing about every single moment, every second when I see you again. Or if it is something you absolutely cannot wait to tell me, you know you can write me a letter. I always loved your handwriting."

His thumb gently caressed the back of my hand. My eyes were trained down at our interlocked hands. I watched the way his thumb gently moved across my knuckles. Three tiny squeezes.

"And you won't be completely alone, you know."

I picked my head up, turning it slightly. What was he talking about? His eyes widened in return to my expression. "You didn't think I came up with a plan for us?"

"We never talked about it, Jimin. We always talked about what you and the boys needed and wanted before and after enlistment. That was the sole focus."

"But you're my focus," he whispered. He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to my cheek, a lingering kiss. My head naturally tilted towards his lips, one more tear falling as I just soaked in the moment. Who knows how many more kisses I would be able to receive from Jimin. Now that the world knew of his intention to enlist, we were waiting anxiously for the report-for-duty date. "Stay right there."

Jimin slowly leaned away from me. He then slowly detached himself before he got up and started walking in the direction of the Christmas tree. In a few weeks, we had planned to throw a Christmas party not just for us, but for RM, V, and Jungkook to celebrate one last holiday season before leaving us for a little bit. The tree would soon be lined up with gifts for each of the boys and from them. Jimin glanced back towards me, winking which caused me to giggle a bit. He soon tucked himself between the wall and the tree to retrieve something from the back. What was he up to?

I wiped my tears, not wanting to bring any more somber energy into our evening. While yes I was sad about having to depart from my beloved for a bit, tonight and the days to come were about making Jimin feel comfortable. It was tearing him apart inside at the possibility of missing important family time.

Soon, Jimin reemerged with a white bag that had red ribbons holding it together. He held the gift bag in one hand before coming back to sit right beside me. His free hand wrapped around my shoulders, placing the gift bag right in my lap. "No such thing as an early present. Merry Christmas, my love," he whispered. His lips pressed into the side of my head.

My eyes widened in surprised as I took the gift bag into both of my hands. Using my left hand to stabilize it, my right hand began to take out the tissue paper. It was white, matching the exterior of the bag, but had gold mixed into it. The tissue paper was discarded onto the floor by our feet. Inside was a brown book with black pages. Black pages? How was I supposed to read that?

Very carefully, I took the book out of the bag. I set the bag beside me to place the book in my lap. On the front was a brown cover with a star cutout. I assume you can place a photo that you like in the front. The book was closed due to black straps of leather that were tied into a bow. I slowly undid the bow, freeing the pages of the book to be flipped. The book wasn't a traditional book. The pages opened like an accordion.

I placed the cover by the one end of the coffee table, seeing it stretch all the way to the other end. "Jimin, what is this?" I asked softly. The pages were currently blank.

I heard that heavenly laughter behind me. Soon, arms were wrapped around my stomach and pulled me back in. My hands gently rested on top of his arms, his chin resting on my shoulder. "It's a photo album. It's not just for you, it's for us. You can fill it with whatever you want as a way to keep me in the loop on all the adventures you'll have while I'm away. I want to be present in your life as much as possible. I know I won't get much time to be here physically, but I figured this would be the next best thing. You can take photos of yourself, what you see, put in flowers that you want pressed - whatever you want to show me when I get back. And then, when I come home, we'll sit right here on the couch and look through it all." His lips pressed against my shoulder as I stared at the photo album.

"And then, of course, my parents will always welcome you in with open arms. I'm convinced they get more excited about having you visit than they do with me," he laughed. "So if you feel the urge to be around family, my family is ready to step up to the plate. Or even if you want them to come visit you, they are more than happy to do so."

"It's just going to be so weird without any of you guys around here," I sighed. "Well, don't worry. Jin is going to be back soon, so you won't be too lonely for long. I know he'll make sure you are fed, you are happy, and you won't have a moment of silence again until I arrive home."

Staying in Jimin's arms, I smiled brightly. "You really have thought of everything, huh?"

Jimin nodded proudly. His arms gave me a gentle squeeze before reconnecting his lips to my cheek. "I tried to! I know life is going to go on while I'm away. And I want you to be able to live it all. You can do that for me, right?"

This time, I nodded my head before turning my head to press my forehead gently against his. "Of course. I'll take all the photos in the world and be waiting for you to come home," I whispered to him. He seemed satisfied with my response as he soon pressed his lips gently against mine. I melted into his warm embrace.

I have a plan now.

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kaiso-woo · 5 months

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You Stayed.

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-> Masterlist

PART 12 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 3.5k | Synopsis: Absolute fluff overload, but this time you're home with your husband Chris and you're trying to get some chores done.

Reimagined from @lovehyyuntold's (Guien, pronounced Gwen) "-Fluttering Between the Dusts of Our Love" - credits to her, and a nightmare I had, for quite literally inspiring this entire series; her fic is basically the base of this entire part, I merely added a few things here and there and reworked it just a little to fit my writing style and the series, and yes I have permission to upload this - honour to whom honour is due.

Notes: Fluff OVERDOSE, Angst, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - REFERENCE NEAR END

PART 12

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

“Hey hey- no!” You chide, clutching the laundry basket tighter to swiftly step away. “I just crave your affection,” he whines, his open hands grasping the air where you stood.

Your breath comes out as a huff, eyes rolling to the ceiling with a slight shake of your head. You scamper further from the bed as he scrambles closer, like a child longing for a bite of your ice cream. “I said no,” you continue, with a sharp wave of your finger, “I’m avoiding you for that very reason Chris.”

At your increased distance, he buries his face into the bed and writhes around like a worm, hands clinging desperately to the sheets, his next words adorably muffled. “We’ve been doing this for so long…”

Your lack of response causes him to sigh exasperatedly, and you watch as he picks himself up, grabs the nearest shirt by the edge of the bed and begins to fold it, carefully flattening out the creases. Admiration crinkles the corners of your eyes, irises twinkling as he pouts, a small smile creasing your features.

He’s moved onto one of your shirts now, and he folds it with a strange fondness, his hands gently placing it onto your pile; his actions soften your soul further. Your vision blurs as it disappears into your mind, a bubble of guilt emerging as you continue to gaze at him – an unsettling, heavy weight sinking into your gut.

His time with you is limited enough already, and you decide to fill it with chores? Your slight smile turns into a strained frown, and you swivel around to hide your displeasure, making your way to the laundry.

He’s a busy man. Too busy – but that was expected from a man with the entire kpop industry in the palm of his hands, an endless schedule of music production keeping him sprinting day and night. The group had extended their contract for a little longer, deciding to bask in their success for as long as they could; and you knew it pained him that it restricted his time with you.

And yet, he didn’t complain when you asked him for help. Okay, sure, he whined and teased, but you knew he wasn’t genuinely upset, just clingy. It would have been much more difficult to soldier through the chores if it weren’t for him, especially when every particle of dust could become a bunny, silently keeping to the shadows. It wasn’t exactly your faults when your careers were the overwhelming priority of your lives right now.

From breakfast to noon this cleaning fest had occurred, and the both of you were witnesses to the sun’s bright glow – it’s soft hue of gold glimmering into orange rays through the window. You were witnesses to the slight whistle of the wind slipping past the curtains.

Witnesses, and nothing more.

Your mind numb to your environment, you hadn’t noticed the heat radiating off the recently dried clothes. It wasn’t until you stepped back into your room, eyes falling to your husband, who’s back is now turned to you (still folding clothes diligently), that the heat catches your attention.

You shift your fingers uncomfortably, eager to put the basket down, but halt as an idea formulates in your mind, eliciting a small giggle. It would be karma, for Chris distracting you each time a new chore was started.

You tiptoe further into the room, creeping over to him, eyes trained on his movements. He’s muttering something to himself, no doubt related to his work, as he folds more clothes. You struggle to contain your laughter by this point, so there’s no doubt that he hears you. As expected, he turns around at the last second, effectively colliding with the laundry basket as you dump the clothes upon his figure.

Plan failed, but still successful anyways.

“Hot!” He hisses, flinching at the contact, “You cheeky little shit.” Chris reacts violently by reaching for you, an arm snaking around your waist almost instinctively.

Your malfunctioning reduces your reaction time, clutching your stomach as you wheeze with joy. The second you realise however, you wrangle his arm from your waist and wriggle away.

“Oh no you don’t!” He barks, stretching out further to snatch at your clothes. Your eyes widen as he tugs you roughly, causing you to stumble straight into his arms and topple both of you onto the piles of clothing scattered around the bed.

“How was that allowed, yet me offering my love to you earlier wasn’t?” He hums, his tone accusing as he burrows his head into the crook of your neck, spooning you as you try to wiggle out of his grip. This was to no avail however, as his arms tighten with each attempt – prey. You had become the prey writhing under the hold of a coiling snake; one so close to being devoured, should the escape fail.

“It’s allowed! It doesn’t count!” You squeak, courtesy of his mouth nibbling slightly on your ear, nose rubbing the back of your head, “And besides- I wasn’t showing you love or being a distraction really- Chris! That tickles! Stop-”

Far from obeying your request, he continues his antics towards the back of your neck, peppering it with kisses and occasional marks – tongue swiping here and there.

“Don’t resist… it’ll only get worse if you do,” he whispers calmly. (A/N: I had to roll over and scream into my pillow when I read this line of dialogue in Guien's work istg.) His breath caused goosebumps to arise on your skin, his fingers circling on your stomach eliciting a minute shiver. After a slight squeeze of your thigh, he switches up your positions, swiftly moving his legs to your sides, trapping you below him – smiling, he places his forehead on yours.

“I can think of plenty of other ways I can show you love,” he chuckles, gently kissing your nose. “You cheeky little-” “-shit?” He interjects swiftly, his thumb lazily caressing your cheek, eyeing your lips a little too obviously. (A/N: Writing my characters likes this is not fair to me, because there is no way anyone is ever gonna be this smooth with me.)

Perhaps he had managed to stun you into silence, or maybe (this was definitely the more valid reason), you’re too busy admiring him to respond. Curls of molasses fall down slightly, the sun’s gaze highlighting pure contentment written across his features. His eyelids are scrunched in adoration, his tender love spoken in the sigh against your lips – breaths lingering in a kiss that never occurred.

Eventually, you manage to choke out a response, gaze attached to the pure bliss that are his dark eyes - “We have chores Christopher.”

He lies both his hands on your cheeks, cradling your face beneath his grasp, and softly plants another kiss on your forehead. The infinite care with which he handles your head, as if you were the most fragile thing in existence, causes your heart to melt.

This feeling must have been expressed on your face, or maybe you are enough reason for him to smile again, eyes sparkling with an indescribable joy. He chuckles again, but this time the feeling is different – it’s like warm caramel next to a vanilla cake… that’s sitting beside a hot chocolate by the fireplace (A/N: ThAt MakEs nO SenSe, I’m sorry, but yeah!), as he begins to place kiss after careful kiss wherever he can, exploring the body he has already ingrained into the depths of his soul.

“I.” A kiss on your eyelid. “Can.” Kisses for your cheeks. “Never.” A kiss on your lips, biting delicately as if his desire could be explained through the action. “Get.” One below your earlobe. “Enough.” Another on your jaw, more as he ventures to your neck – dragging out the end of each word. “Of.” Collar bones now, painfully taking his sweet time as he descends to your chest and remains there, grabbing your left hand.

His gaze bores into you as your eyes flutter open, and he must’ve looked ravished for you – there was no doubt in the world that he was in dire need for love. Your love. He’s grown absolutely frantic without-

“You.” Finally, he plants a kiss on the back of your hand.

“Christopher,” you whisper, grabbing onto his arms – somehow you had almost forgotten how obsessively rough they’ve gotten. “You say my name like that ever again and I am not at fault for what happens next,” he mumbles back, the side of his lips curling up, holding onto you tightly – the space between you disappearing as he pulls your body closer. (A/N: I am dead, Kaisowoo is dead - when I wrote this, I had to leave my room. Tell me he is not like that, go on. Tell me he does not have a name kink *coughs*.)

“The- the chores…” you stutter, internally smug at your effect on him, but still trying with all your power to stay on the right track. “Chores aren’t my priority my love. You are,” he chuckles, nuzzling his face into your neck and inhaling heavily, drunk on simply just… you. As if they have their own mind, one of your hands curves around to his back, tenderly rubbing there, while the other tangles itself into his hair.

“I’m off tomorrow,” he murmurs, abruptly causing you to cease your ministrations, and your body stiffens at the news. He pecks your neck with a chaste kiss, never leaving his burrowed position, and you slowly resume your affectionate drawings on his back and tangling of his hair.

You knew he was scheduled to leave for a tour tomorrow. He told you months prior and hadn’t mentioned it again – but the date was engraved in your mind regardless. It was torturous, but he didn’t have a choice.

He chose this as his career, and these responsibilities and sacrifices came with it. Besides, his boys need him. He needs them. They rely on each other, care for each other – and all you could do, and will do, is support him. If you didn’t… you weren’t deserving of his love.

In the silence, the world around you crumbles, piece by piece, each slipping moment sending a fraction of your mind, your heart, tumbling into a darkness; the upcoming loneliness and longing for him due to his absence arriving early – even though he’s snug in your arms. His ability to casually sneak this into conversation dumbfounds you; too casual, especially when you grow miserable beyond compare without him.

Your minds at that moment must have been wired together however, so attune to each other’s thoughts; the following conversation reminds you that you aren’t the only one in pain.

“It hurts,” his whisper shatters the remaining fractures of your heart, and your eyes begin to sting with the threat of tears. “What hurts?” You croak, fingers now gently massaging the back of his skull. You ask this even though you know what the answer is.

“My wife – how I miss you,” he whispers, lathering you with more kisses, still refusing to abandon the warmth of your neck, “I barely get to spend any time with you anymore. Do you know how devastated I am whenever I arrive home, and you’re either asleep or at work?”

You can feel the frown forming on his lips, and he holds you tightly as the seconds trickle, as if worried you will disappear if he doesn’t. “Baby please. There’s no need to be devastated,” you clarify, understanding how much his job truly meant to him – knowing how much your own job meant to you.

“We both know it’s not your fault… and it’s not mine either. Also I literally work downstairs,” you go on, moving your hand down to caress the back of his neck and disappear underneath his shirt slightly, his warmth flowing onto your skin, “I know it’s not the same, but sometimes, we aren’t able to spend time with each other. We’re both busy people, especially you. And that’s okay. It’s why instead, we cherish these moments.”

He jolts up, and your hands are forced to abruptly shift comfortably to around his neck. His eyes are wide as they drill into yours, and your eyebrows furrow quizzically. When he says nothing, you begin to try and get back to chores once more.

“Now, let’s-” your sentence is cut short by a hearty giggle. Chris grabs your legs and wraps them around his abdomen, “What’re you- ah!” You squeal, clinging tighter to his neck. Deftly, he secures his hands around your waist and shuffles you both to the top of the bed, onto the pillows, where he gingerly lays you down again.

He hesitates not a second before he extricates himself from you and lifts your shirt to reveal your stomach. “Christopher Bahng! Stop it!” You screech, as he nuzzles his head into your stomach, disappearing underneath your shirt, continuously placing kiss after kiss.

“Mmhmm… not happening sweetheart,” he presses a longer kiss to your skin, and you understand everything he wishes to convey in that moment, he doesn’t need any words. “It’s cosy down here,” he sighs, carefully tucking his arms underneath you – clingy.

At this point, the only way you can think to overpower him is by tickling, and eventually you manage to reposition yourself on top of him, straddling his chest (amidst his cursing and begging you to play fair – which was inconsiderate, considering he literally never did). You yank the pillow out from underneath his head and pretend to suffocate him with it. His mocking screams for help eventually satisfy you, and you chuck the pillow to the side.

“That was mean,” he pouts, and you don’t resist the urge to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, “That was really mean,” he grins and you offer one more kiss on the lips to apologise, “What if I said that was really really mean?”

You raise your eyebrows and boop his nose with a shake of your head and a quiet chuckle, before you relax on top of him, clinging like a koala to your special tree. He sighs dramatically and whispers, more to himself than anything, “Worth a shot,” then proceeds to hum to a slowed tune of one of Stray Kids’ songs, “Silent Cry”.

After a minute of silence and Chris’ peaceful lullaby, he grabs your chin softly and tilts your face up to gaze at him. “I love-” he begins, but your hand darts up to his mouth to stop him.

“I love you. You don’t even understand how much I love you. If I could pluck every single flower in this world, I would do so. I would spend my hours, my days, my years, taking the time to pick every single one, just for you.”

His eyes widen and his breath tickles the palm of your hand, but you continue, “Sometimes I don’t deserve your love. Your love cannot compare to- to anything- to-” you begin to break down as the thought of him leaving you trespasses your thoughts again and Chris’ eyes soften. Carefully, he pulls your hand away from his mouth, but only enough so he can pepper your palm with soft kisses.

“You know… that’s something that I’m supposed to say.” He chuckles. “Yeah? Well too bad, I said it,” you smile at him, as he wipes away the stray tear on your cheek. “God you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers, gazing at you as though for the first time in his life. (A/N: I swept my own breath away, the suddenness of his words, my lord.)

“Language,” you quietly whisper back. “Shut up you,” he grumbles, pulling you down to hug him again, “Who made you my wife?” “Bang Chan did,” you laugh, the sound causing a small smile to quirk his lips.

“Why’d he do that?” He moans, rolling his eyes mockingly. “Because he loves me?” “That’s right darling. I love you. I fucking love you. And I would gladly fuck-”

You cut him off before he gets the chance to start anything again, “I love you too Chris.” His eyes twinkle as he watches you snuggle into him further, hiding the stain blooming across your face.

He wishes, more than anything, that you understand the weight of those words. It’s his desperation, his goal, to make sure that you never live without knowing his love.

I love you too, Chris. I love you too.

In this moment, all worries have been forgotten – temporarily of course. There will come a time when you wake up the next day to the sound of him shuffling around, gathering his things before he leaves. There will come a time, where you cling to his arm at the airport, unwilling to let him go, despite his efforts to prise you from him.

There will come a time when he smiles at you brightly and offers a final wave, but then pulls down his beanie to cover his eyes, shimmering with salty tears as he turns away, leaving you struggling to deal with visibly seeing him in pain.

In this moment… however, it is currently 2.23pm. Your chores have been forgotten – the piles of clothes laying dejectedly on the bed, the dust bunnies breeding for all you care, because it’s just you, and your husband, frozen in a capsule of time, drifting off into sleep, and there’s no place you’d rather be.

-- from here on, it is completely my own writing

You wake to the smell of sizzling food, and in a moment of dazed sleepiness, struggle to comprehend the lack of warmth by your side. It takes you even longer to process the lack of clothes on the bed, and dimly struggle to recall if you managed to finish folding them earlier.

The curtain has been pulled shut, leaving the room in darkness, and with a slight moan you roll over to check the time on the digital clock by your bedside.

7.56pm.

“Chris?” You call out, tumbling out of bed and haphazardly dashing straight towards the only source of light you can see – the kitchen. As soon as you stumble into the room his eyes snap up to meet yours, lowering the knife he was using to focus his attention on you.

Your breath hitches as a memory, unbidden, returns to you. A bridge. A railing. An idiot draped in black, his eyes sparking in shock at the sight of you, then relaxing as though he understands, and has complete control over… everything… in his life.

“Hey honey, you okay? Did you have a good sleep?” You blink slowly at him, trying to string your thoughts together and remind yourself that he’s not like that anymore.

“Yes. I- did you fold all the clothes?” You waddle over and eye the food he’s preparing, obviously for dinner. “Mhm,” he hums, returning to his vegetables.

“You didn’t do anything else did you?” You question, turning to wash your hands in the sink. Chris doesn’t respond, so you prompt him again, “Chris?” “No.”

Lies.

“What else did you do Chan?” He sighs, knowing that the use of his alternate name means you’re not playing anymore, and scrapes the vegetables into a bowl effortlessly, “I vacuumed the apartment, tidied the studio, decluttered the office and pulled the weeds out of the garden.”

You slowly turn the tap off, a familiar bubble of guilt sidling into your stomach. He did all that while you slept? You slide over to him and tap his shoulder demandingly, “Let me finish up here, what are you cooking?”

He glances at you, but refuses to move out of the way, diligently moving on to the next set of vegetables. You huff impatiently, then duck underneath his arms and wriggle your way in between, carefully easing the knife out of his grasp.

“What are you cooking?” You ask again, over the top of his amused laughter. “You’re so cute,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head on your shoulder, swaying slightly to a non-existent tune.

“I won’t be cute in a minute if you don’t tell me what you’re cooking.” You hiss, which only causes him to laugh more. “A dish you don’t know the recipe for,” he responds haughtily, to which you roll your eyes. “I know every single dish you’ve ever cooked.”

“Not your favourite dish; the one my Mum makes. We’ve never shown you how to make that,” he giggles, before he picks you up bridal style, causing you to yell and dangerously wave around the knife. He dumps you onto the couch in the living room and plucks the knife from your hands.

“How’s this? I’ll finish cooking, you can clean the kitchen after,” he places a kiss on your forehead and makes to return to the kitchen, but just as he’s about to disappear, pops his head back around again, “Find a movie to watch love and we can eat together, yeah?”

After a disgruntled sigh and a moment in which your gaze lingers over where he was, you scramble for the remote and flick on the TV, scrolling to find what you know to be his favourite movie.

I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

And I miss you already…

Four and a half years ago you had pulled him away from certain death.

What if… you hadn’t?

Thank fuck you did.

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-> PART 13 -> Masterlist

A/N: Thank you Guien, for inspiring this incredible writing journey :D

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

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Umm but Tae cross that line tho. You said you can't support taennie because what Tae doing is unfair to her I.e pushing tkk by namedropping JK while not claiming his gf and indirectly nodding his Fandom to attack her. Which is disrespectful for both Jikook and his relationship with Jennie.

I agree about JM coz personally the only member I take seriously when they speak about love and commitment is Jimin. Because when he says it he means it 101%.

Tae crossed that line with whomst?

Shipping and fan service is a normal part of Kpop and a member name dropping another member is not crossing the line in my opinion.

The part he's not protecting his alleged girlfriend is a very valid point. There's no excuse for that I agree. And yes I can't support that at all because I wouldn't want to be Jennie in that situation.

And showing love to the same people hating on your SO is wrong on every level. I would have deleted my account and only showed up on live if Hybe forced me to. I would make shitty music dissing my fans and drag them to hell if they don't buy or stream it🥲

Stream this song called my fans ain't shit armya.

I'll shave my head bald.

Wear socks for masks in public

And I'll gave a butched tattoo on my forehead.

Like forget the Y. Jx write Armpit on my neck.

Drop she's better than you out of no where.

Ipost and delete "love you armed robbers" and repost with the correct fan name so you know I meant yall.

I'll be such a terrible idol you'll regret stanning me. That's how petty I actually am.

Oooohhhh, you mean Tae's behavior is disrespectful to Jikook because of the way he acts with Jk sometimes?

I mean.... yes and no.

Stay with me alright,

People are allowed to do whatever they want. Just because there's a boundary or wall don't mean it will keep people out. Sometimes people go over walls, burn down and break walls.

When that happens it is up to the individual to take steps and actions to address those breaches and to prevent them from happening again.

Where you try a peaceful settlement and that fails cutting people off completely or keeping your distance becomes the ultimate solution.

Does that ring a bell with any ship dynamics in BTS to you? Ding ding ding

Tae "disrespecting" someone's boundaries is not what's important. It's that person enforcing those boundaries or allowing it that matters.

After all JK is not a child any more and so he shouldn't and wouldn't allow things he's not comfortable with. And in that regard, what may be a hard limit to you may not be a hard limit to him so he might allow it.

It's the same with JM and every body.

I think from Tae saying he wouldn't be willing to do red line tattoos with his members, it's safe to say he does understand some sort of limits or boundaries when it comes to relationships.

His limits may not however be the same as every body's.

For instance while he said he wouldn't do the red line tattoo at all JK didn't mind. He was willing to do it save for a few modifications.

It doesn't mean JK has no sense of boundaries because he is the same individual who said he wouldn't be okay with his SO feeding his friends perilla leaves or whatever.

Those two have different sense of boundaries.

Tae tend to be very liberal, carefree and has a lower social threshold. When he was younger the members used to say he had zero sense of boundaries and we could all see that too most times.

A reminder, he's the same person he stripped young Jk naked in the shower so he could have that male bonding experience and stop his shyness.

Yet he is also the one who wouldn't share his close friends with his band mates and said he likes girls that looked mean (unapproachable) on the outside.

So we know he has some sense of boundaries too. It's just not what you'd expect.

What is a boundary to you might not feel like a boundary to him. I recall him posting TKK photos on his birthday when Jk had gone out of his way to edit himself out of those pics.

The environment a person is raised in has an impact on their understanding of social dynamics and so we all have unique social needs and boundaries.

When it comes to Jungkook, he does put up boundaries where he feels he needs to and allows things he feels he's comfortable with including his one bandmate nibbling on his neck 🙃

He"ll quick punch us in the throat if any one of us tried that shit🤧

And I don't know if Jimin will be down to bump dicks with us- or it's just a jikook thing. Idk idk😩

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is so cute how jm keeps promoting and supporting jk bpp! they love and support each other, jk even said how jm promotes 3d on live. it makes me scratch my head how pjms say they want jm to stop promoting other members. i saw their pages in the tags. all they do is talk about jk and other members dragging them. all the time. they don't even talk about jm a lot, only jk and scandals and hoping bad things happen to jk and they want jm to stop promoting him. don't they know jm? you know how ppl say like idols like fans bpp? i've never seen fans so not like their idol like pjms and jm. they act like everything jm says he hates. how can they be like this?

Ask 2:

bpp i'm the same anon for pjm and jm. one pjm even said if they were jm's friend they want to tell him to not promote jk. why are they like this? can you pls explain this to me? i'm trying to understand them.

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Hi Anon,

Are you asking me to explain akgae psychology to you?

Because if you are, I want to preface this by saying you're wasting your time observing people like that. Akgaes are just awful people who happen to develop a superficial hyper-fixation on an idol. Their attachment to their idol is superficial because it's so narcissistic. Their behaviours are more a reflection of their natural states than anything to do with Jimin or even how they see him.

It's why a PJM can think Jimin, who has said on camera more than once that he cuts off real-life friends who talk badly about BTS, why that PJM can unironically think they, a random 'fan', would get a listening ear from Jimin to tell him he should stop posting Jungkook on his Instagram.

Like, it's not even that they're delusional. It's that they're just really shitty people.

It's why they worship and idolize Jimin so much, putting him on a pedestal for being oh so selfless. The reality is that while Jimin is generally a very considerate person, he's not Mother Theresa (as she was known in her lifetime not the reveal afterwards lol). Most of what PJMs place on a pedestal is just Jimin being a decent human being and acting in ways other members have done at some point in different circumstances. But for them, it's the pinnacle of altruism because they can't relate. They can't imagine themselves being that kind or that decent, they can't even begin to picture the sort of relationship Jimin says he has with BTS members because they've got no analogs in their real lives. Akgaes are like judgy old nuns who pick people apart over the smallest human slights, and they actually enjoy being hateful. Hating is 90% of the reason they're here. Their happiness for Jimin stems from him introducing them to a world of six other people in the group plus their millions of fans for them to hate. Jimin has practically supplied them with a lifetime of hate fuel.

For an akgae, there's no bigger jackpot.

Nobody has to like someone because someone else likes them. It's fine if they (or anyone) dislike Jungkook, other BTS members and/or anyone Jimin says he respects. But the difference with an akgae is that their dislike of BTS members is tied to their love of Jimin, shown by the amount of time and attention they devote towards hating, disparaging, and actively looking to harm those members, while in the same breath imagining they're Jimin's friends and buddy buddy enough to tell him to ditch the members. Ditto for the other member akgaes because they all think the same way.

It's frankly kind of hilarious but also a bit psychopathic because all their actions show is that they don't actually like Jimin. They don't like who he is and what he does. They tolerate him because associating with him helps them achieve other goals through him, plus because they don't actually know him, they're more than fine believing that their own version of him is true to life.

This is also how shooters within ARMY approach BTS as a whole, relative to the wider music industry. The common thread that connects people like this, is that they aren't here for the right reasons.

But, as with all things in fandom, c'est la vie.

Jikook will still keep jikooking because nothing - not rain, not shine, not hail, not tornadoes, typhoons, droughts, floods, or tsunamis, will ever stop Jimin from gushing about Jungkook. And vice versa.

Jikook are just built different. And everybody else will just have to deal.

#jikook #jimin #jungkook #bts solo stans #bts chapter 2 #fandom behaviour

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freisende · 2 months

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Memories Selection: Checkmate Episode 4 - 錆びゆく心 (Rusting Heart) English Translation - Ensemble Stars

Ensemble Stars Memories Selection: Checkmate 『チェックメイト』

Provided by Happy Elements, あんスタチャンネル on Youtube

Adapted from Ensemble Stars! Story: Checkmate - Written by: 日日日 (Akira)

English Translation: Freiya *All copyrights of the stories, scene pictures and writings, all belong to Happy Elements. I only translated the scenes into English to help overseas fans understand the dialogues. I do not own any copyrights other than the English Translation*

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Izumi: Do it right! We need to accumulate new songs even if it’s only one more! The student council has moved and taken action on a new system- and that’s why we need to win this so-called Drefes!

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Leo: Drefes, huh? …Hmm, I like doing lives; but, well…*Leo holds up Little John* The ones we had recently were different from what I thought, you know…?

Izumi: …Haa?

Leo: Those live fights, win or lose to decide their grades.. Why do we need to fight with our fellow members of Chess?

Izumi: It can’t be helped, can it? Following the Drefes' system, the student council has announced and made rules to limit the number of members of each unit.

Leo: Hmm…*Leo tilts his head*

Izumi: With chess’ current state, there are too many members and not all can participate in Drefes… And that’s why everyone begins to divide into three members here, four members there, according to the rule number of members for each unit… It’s the flow change of an era.

Leo: Yes, it’s just as you said, Sena. I can comprehend your logic. But you know, are idol activities like such? It is supposed to be more like… “Ahaha!”, laughing with everyone! *Leo plays with Little John* Can we make 100 friends~? Haha, wooh~! *Little John keeps meowing*

Izumi: Hey! Don’t play at your own pace and blurt things out at the same time! Poor her [1], if you hugged her with such force! (Izumi gets up from his seat, stretches out his arm to Leo to hold Little John) Here.

Leo: Oh? Does Sena want to carry Little John too? *Little John tries to push Leo away*

Izumi: Not really. You treated her roughly, and that’s why I want to evacuate her here. *Leo gives Little John to Izumi* She’s a stray cat right? She’s dirty, too. And it looks like dirt will stick on you, soo~ annoying!

Leo: *Leo laughs* Ahaha, surprisingly you like animals, don’t you, Sena?

Izumi: Hmph. *Izumi smiles faintly*

Leo: Waahh! *Leo smiles cheerfully* It’s here, it’s flowing here, Inspiration! *Leo takes up his notebook and pen, thus begins writing* It’s been a while, this feeling! Recently, my head feels heavy, you see, I’ve been in a slump, and that’s why I’m happy!!

Izumi: Haa? Slump? Give me a break! At our side at these times, we can’t stop working, you know? As a result of Chess’ divided accumulating mountain of members, we are back to only our duo member unit.

Even with you and me only, we can take care of those small fries without any difficulties normally, but for them, their amounts are too many!

If it’s not for those songs called weapons of yours, we don’t even stand a chance to counter them.

Leo: Weapons?

Izumi: What? You have a problem with my wording?

Leo: No! *Leo shakes his head* More like, it’s strange! *Leo smiles* As always, Sena’s word way of describing is amazing! I understand. If that’s the case, then I can’t complain in the near future, can I? *Leo closes his music notebook* Sena is smarter than me. So I’m counting on you!

Izumi: Hm. *Izumi smiles, then nods his head lightly. Little John runs away from their seat*

Now thinking about it, by the way, following Drefes’ rule, to participate in Drefes lives, we need to come up with a unit name.

Leo: Eh? If it’s a unit name, then it’s Chess, isn’t it?

Izumi: No, that can’t be used. It’s already been taken by those divided members. So that’s why we need to think of a different name.

Leo: EEHH!? I don’t want that!

Izumi: It’s too late, geez. Don’t be selfish.

Leo: Hmmmph. *Leo sulks, then propped his hand on his cheek*

Izumi: By the way, *Izumi takes out his phone* It looks like it’s becoming a trend for the divided members of Chess to use the name of the chess’ pieces for their unit, and they have been using those recently.

Leo: …Chess’ pieces? Like, King, or Queen?

Izumi: Yup. But those two have been used already too. The rest are… pawn, or bishop, or rook, or knight… Uh, sorry, those have been registered already too. Looks like not using the chess’ pieces name directly, if we modify the name a bit, it can be used with no problem, though.

Leo: Hmm…*Leo gives time to think* Then, let’s make it plural, and come up with Knights?

Izumi: Knights… *Izumi checks with his handphone* Oh, looks like we can register with this name. Then let’s just go with this name, is that alright?

Leo: *Leo nods cheerfully* Yup. Okay!

Izumi: Starting from today, we are “Knights”. Let’s fight through it… Through this changing era!

***

Izumi: (We, Knights, start getting through the wave of Drefes battles.)

Announcer: Then, let’s announce the final winners of the live. The winners are…

Knights!!

*The audience cheers loudly*

*Leo and Izumi smiles at each other*

Leo: Yosh!

*They wave at the audience*

Leo: Ahaha! Thank you!

*The other party looks dejected*

Leo: Um…*Leo halts them* Let’s not worry about wins or loses, we are friends after all-

Divided chess members: Let’s go already. We lost, huh. Now we can’t increase our grades.

Izumi: (Chess. The fight we’ve been through with our former members. But, I had fun!

It’s different from the times with Chess and Backgammon, these times are full of passion and freshness! Fighting, going wild, crushing directly those people I don’t like. Exciting, isn’t it!

Leo-kun, begins to be called “Ou-sama” by the fans at sometime. And that, also motivates me to do more and more. We, Knights, will get the top throne of the emperor[2]. This is that sole big chance. We will fight to the highest of heights to our best extent!)

***

Eichi: Today’s Drefes’ checkmate, has been brought by Knights, the unit Tsukinaga-kun participated in, which has directly and respectively made the Chess’ divided units to be more and more shambled inside.

Tsumugi: It’s becoming just as you thought, Eichi-kun. The announcement of the rule limiting the number of unit members, is made purposely to separate and divide the numerous members of Chess, right?

Eichi: Yes. To continue making actions more clearly in this academy, they are practically becoming hinders. They are like unknown accumulating members becoming a giant guild. Even though I can’t make a move on them. Idiots, aren’t they? They just make it more to be easily eaten by gathering together.

*Eichi and Tsumugi comes out from Eichi’s car*

Eichi: Then, I arranged for the divided members of Chess to fight with Tsukinaga-kun’s Knights. I thought that if he fought then lost in the middle of it, then that would be all, but as expected, Tsukinaga-kun is very much a genius. Up to now, he has never lost a fight, he even kept a perfect striking respective win. But… as expected, even for him, today’s checkmate is like hard mud for him. Tsukinaga-kun even told me and you to help his activities by acting as extra helping members.

Tsumugi: It surprised me, as it’s a sudden announcement. As for now, I will try my best to practise and absorb Knight’s choreography moves to my body.

Eichi: Yes. If there’s a problem, we can talk to Tsukinaga-kun about it in the rehearsal. *A notification comes up from Eichi’s phone, and he looks through it*

…Hm. It seems like Sena-kun has also registered some extra members in his own way. *Eichi sees the Knights’ members name, including Ritsu’s name* Oh? This name…

***

-Meanwhile, Madara is taking a walk, then sees Little John on the bench-

Madara: Hmm? You… Well, it’s a rare encounter to see you here, isn’t it? *Madara picks up Little John, then hears Leo’s voice echoes from a distance away*

Leo: I understand how you think of me. It’s not a bad deal, isn’t it?

Madara: …Hm? Leo-san?

***

-Knights’ members are practising the choreography in auditorium-

*After dancing for a while*

Izumi: Ergh. Stop the song! *Izumi walks, takes a towel and wipes away his sweat*

Sighs. Will it be alright with these members? Soo~ worrisome.

Arashi: Hey, what’s with that attitude? You don’t need to worry, as we, the helping members, are practising our best to the song. Right, Ritsu-chan?

Ritsu: Don’t call my name casually. I just came here to make up for the care the other day or something… Just because of returning the favour, alright? *Ritsu yawns*

***

*Eichi and Tsumugi enters the auditorium*

Eichi: Hmm. As expected of brothers, your faces are similar. You… perhaps are you Sakuma-senpai’s little brother?

I’m surprised when I saw your name on the list.

Ritsu: …Who are you? …Anyway, we don’t look alike, me and that being.

….We don’t have any connections, he’s just an outsider.

Arashi: *Arashi is surprised* Wait… Sakuma-senpai, is it that Sakuma-senpai? Ritsu-chan, are you siblings with him?

Izumi: …. *Izumi just looks quietly at him*

Eichi: *Eichi chuckles* Sakuma Ritsu-kun, is it? *Eichi and Tsumugi walks closer to them* It looks like you don’t like talking about your brother… but if it’s not talking about Sakuma Rei, what else is left in you?

*Ritsu seems a bit surprised*

Tsumugi: Sena-kun, where is Tsukinaga-kun?

Izumi: Aah~, well, about him… he still lost his phone, and I can’t get through to him. I wonder where and what he's doing right now?

*Leo barges in through the door with Madara*

Leo: Ahahaha~! Sorry to keep you waiting! *Leo waves his hand at everyone*

*Everyone in the auditorium looks surprised*

Izumi: Huh…? …Mikejima? Why’s he here together with Leo-kun…?

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Translator’s notes:

[1] Little John is a female, check the Ensemble Stars! Story: “Robin Hood”.

[2] Izumi literally says “We will take the top seat!” but I think it will make sense to use the throne of the emperor as it seems more relevant to the story.

Note: There might be slightly different translations for some parts, hence I’m also open to suggestions/corrections.

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How Phantom Pains Establishes Stakes

Phantom Pains is a beautiful song, and one of my favourites in the Stray Gods musical, and I'd like to delve into why. I've said before that what words are doing is more important than what's being said, because people can lie, but the plot and themes remain unchanged.

So what does Phantom Pains do? What do I mean by stakes here? Surely Grace's life is on the line, what more could you want?

Phantom Pains establishes what happens if Grace fails to bring the Gods into a healthier state of mind. It establishes why Grace's story has wider consequences on the rest of the world. Allow me to explain.

SPOILERS AHEAD

The most obvious thing about this song is the visuals. The silhouettes of times gone by.

Étienne de Silhouette was a French politician in the 1950s who was notorious for his economic policies to the point where his name became synonymous with doing things cheaply. As such, when people would get a cheaper portrait of themselves, they would get it in the style of Silhouette.

Essentially, a silhouette isn't a real thing. It's a shadow, an echo of what was once, and might still be there, but it is a cheap copy, a fake. Apollo is lost in his memories, burdened by guilt and a whole lot of depression, but that's the problem. These memories are all consuming, but they aren't the real world. At least, they aren't the present he is actually living in.

"I have paths I like.

Smooth, paved in stone.

She got tired of our divide.

We weren't the same. Never the same."

I mentioned that this song sets up stakes, and this is the point where that happens. Calliope represents change, and Apollo couldn't do the same. The stakes are the paths these gods are walking. They are walking to their own destruction, because they know the way, and can't bring themselves to turn off it.

The style shifts here, and there's a point to that. It's becoming more real. Apollo is being confronted with what his path led to. It's loud, and its in his face. But it's still not tangible. He is still lost in the past, only now that past is telling him to leave it be.

The reality is then shifted again, into the actual light house.

And Apollo finally snaps back to the present, to reality, Grace has persuaded him to change, just slightly. Not into a different person, but to take a different action.

"Perhaps there is some change we can effect."

This song is showing the power of Grace's singing and musical power, specifically to heal this wound. If she doesn't the wound will remain open, but if she tries, she can at least make it less painful.

Ok, so I need to address the name of this song, because it's relevant. A phantom pain is often experienced by an amputee, and it is described as a sensation of the missing limb getting injured, and the mind feeling its absence.

This is setting up an anatomical metaphor that Stray Gods keeps using. It's not the main even, but it keeps coming up. For example, Athena is the head that plans and directs, and Calliope is the arm that reaches out to grab for safety. So when it's cut off, the body continues feeling the pain.

I am not an amputee, I cannot speak from experience here, this is just what I have observed from my experiences in the real world, so bear with me.

But here's the thing. Amputees are not often the type of people who will sit back and stop doing anything because of their injury. There are some who do that, humanity is a diverse bunch, but a lot of the time, the person will just get a new leg and keep moving. They often don't use it as an excuse, but an obstacle to push past. And the new leg often doesn't look like a real foot, it fits the same purpose, but its obviously mechanical, and it still fits. They have found a replacement from elsewhere and made their lives work around it. They still feel the pain, sometimes, but it doesn't stop them from living their lives.

Grace here is filling the role of the new limb, she is an outsider, a misfit, but if the idols accept her, they can move forwards, and reach for newer things.

The secondary stakes of this musical are convincing them to do just that. To change, to accept, and to embrace.

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#rants #literary analysis #literature analysis #greek mythology #stray gods #what's so special about...?#stray gods phantom pains #stray gods apollo

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Character Analysis

THE BASICS:

Character’s name: Aria Stafford

Role in story: Princess Witch

Age: 24

MBTI: INFJ-T

Enneagram: Type 2

Zodiac: Scorpio (said the quiz--- I believe she's more a Virgo)

INTERNAL: THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER

What is his/her greatest fear? She'd tell you it's some sort of cataclysmic event caused by the abandonment of the Guardians which is definitely up there but deep down its losing her family-- and she's half way there with Siobhan being missing currently. She's also spends a lot of time worrying about 'what's next' when it comes to Roderick-- she figures its only a matter of time before he gets fed up with Eilia's refusing him.

Inner motivation: Freedom. Returning to normalcy. Bringing back the Guardians for the good of humanity.

Kryptonite: Losing any more of her family or even the idea of it. Not doing enough for her loved ones/country (whatever "enough" means)

What is his/her misbelief about the world? That she'd eve be able to survive on her own (mostly without Eilia)

Lesson he/she needs to learn: To be gentle with herself, that sometimes the best course of action is no action, to be more open with her emotions (especially with her sister!)

What is the best thing in his/her life? On days when she's feeling particularly low she'd say "nothing" right now! But definitely Eilia and her example of how to be a strong leader even in this terrible situation.

What is the worst thing in his/her life? Roderick Varmont probably? and everything and almost everyone he's brought into her life.

What does he/she most often look down on people for? Selfishness. Lack of action. Lack of compassion. Cruelty

What makes his/her heart feel alive? Acts of service for her friends/family/country. She was always the most happy spending time with all the kids at the orphanage-- not because of the gratitude from them for anything she did but because she felt like she was really making their lives better.

What makes him/her feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way? 100000% her sister <3 Aria has always and will forever idolize her older sister and Eilia's presence is keeping her from going completely out of her mind.

Top three things he/she values most in life? Her family. Her country/the people of Astaira. The Guardians.

EXTERNAL: NOT NECESSARY, BUT GOOD TO KNOW AND SAYS A LOT ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER

What’s his/her favorite book, movie, and band? I have no real logical reason WHY I think this but I would say Aria's three favorite musical artists would be (in no particular order) Rosemary Clooney, Jacques Brel, and Noah Kahan. Def a "my music preferences change with my mood" sort of person. Bookwise, a huge fan of biographies/autobiographies-- figuring out how people think, how they feel about things and just trying to further understand people. I think she'd also secretly read pop culture romances because they're cute and would make her smile-- but she'd never admit it! She'd definitely love anything directed by Wes Anderson.

Is there an object he/she can’t bear to part with and why? I had this thought that maybe all three of the sisters have some sort of matching item (ring, necklace, something) that their parents had made for them when they were born/youngsters so that's an important item because it connects them all <3. (I keep going back to some sort of star imagery for the Staffords so maybe that it? or maybe that's on their family heraldry... I dunno) Also a hair comb of her mother's aria always loved (but never wears since she hates putting her hair up haha!)

Describe a typical outfit for him/her from top to bottom. Almost always in a fairly simple dress-- usually blues, greens, or greys-- but despite being simple in design she had befriended some artisans who would do some -tasteful- embellishments with embroidery/needlework/etc not necessarily for vanity sake but because she like supporting artisans in the city! most often slippers because she wasn't the most active/outdoorsy person but she's traded those in lately for slightly more practical boots since she's taking up walking all over the grounds to kill time! also almost never wears her hair up (it drove her mother nuts when she was young because it was ALWAYS all over the place!) and often ties part of it back with ribbons, etc. Usually has a ribbon tied around her wrist for that exact reason!

What names or nicknames has he/she been called throughout their life? Mostly just Aria? Probably "Ari" sometimes by her family when she was younger since that's a cute diminutive.

What is his/her method of manipulation? Giving Arthur Varmont two minutes of her time? She never considered herself very manipulative until the Varmonts showed up so she's definitely catering her methods based on who she's got her sights set on at the moment. It has become through flattery of some sort-- whether it's trying to play nice with Roderick or begrudgingly going to Arthur for 'help' with something or pretending she actually cares about something that interests Cassandra, etc.

Describe his/her daily routine. Well there isn't much to life when you're under house arrest!! Aria did realize she needed some sort of a routine so she wakes up early and walking... she's probably clocked miles wandering the grounds. Its both good because she isn't just sitting inside, but it does give her tons of time to think which isn't great because she gets in her own head sometimes. Usually in the afternoons she reads, works on needlepoint, and spends time with Eilia. (I had this idea that Roderick forces all of them to dine together in the evenings, haha, so if thats a thing that's the low point of her day.) Pre-Varmonts, Aria would keep herself fairly busy. She had been actively trying to develop an artistic neighborhood in the city as well as her philanthropic pursuits. She spent a good deal of time at the orphanage and had been planning to start soliciting the Astairian nobility for donations to expand the facilities before the war began.

Their go-to cure for a bad day? I think it used to be "running away" from the castle and spending time at the Malconaire Estate with Aoife... which isn't really possible now #thanksroderick so I think she doesn't really have a great way to raise her spirits? Honestly probably hiding out somewhere with Eilia and the pair pretending things aren't as bad as they actually are really helps.

CHARACTER GOALS:

How is your character dissatisfied with their life? Well, she’a a prisoner in her own home until her sister agrees to marry the man that literally turned their world upside down so that’s all not great… other than that just her lack of ability to do anything of substance is really messing with her. She’s also definitely in her own head about a lot of different things-- she's gotten herself convinced she'd a burden on Eilia in this difficult situation but ALSO would have been a burden on Siobhan had they managed to escape together. Also the whole knowing the guardians aren't there and being able to do anything to bring them back... its a lot weighing on her mentally.

What does your character believe will bring them true happiness or contentment? Getting rid of the Varmonts (or at the very least Roderick.) Being able to practice their religion/traditions so the Guardians can return. Eilia being Queen again. Finding Siobhan.

What definitive step could they take to turn their dream into a reality? Poisoning Roderick? Jkjkjk but also not really... beyond escaping her confinement and somehow spearheading a coup against Roderick, there isn't much she can definitively do at this moment.

How has their fear kept them from taking this action already? She knows rebelling against Roderick would definitely end if death for her if it was unsuccessful as well as anyone working with her-- and potentially anyone she cares about. As much as she wants to help her family and her country-- she's not particularly scared of dying (so she tells herself!) but she is not willing to put anyone else at risk.

How does your protagonist feel they can accomplish their goal while still steering clear of the thing they are afraid of? Honestly this is constantly on her mind-- she's trying to win over the Varmont's in an attempt to have some more freedom and hoping something will come from that-- whether its finding a resistance movement or trying to get some of the Astairian cultural events reinstated-- though the more she learns about Roderick's extreme actions re: witches, she might backtrack a bit on that, again, she's petrified of her actions causing harm to others.

#thanks kate i stole this from you :)#about

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My loud Neighbor

→ Pairings: Kai x Black reader → Group: SuperM → Warning: handjob enemies to lovers. Thigh riding, male receiving, female receiving, oral sex. → Summary; "Could I request a kai Exo ambw one when he's your neighbor and you develope feelings also are two parts allowed for the last one could it also include smut?" ask for @kai-choco-queen-32 <request>

A/N I don't write EXO, but I do write for SuperM so when you look at my master list it's going to be under there. And also, I put everything in one part and I'm not good at doing part twos. Word Count:

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone who is mentioned in this story. This is just for entertainment, and if any kpop idol wants this story down I will take it down.

After a long day at work, you needed to rest and that's one thing you don't get often. One of the reasons is your loud neighbor who constantly has loud music or someone over. And let's just say that someone wasn't over for 3sxzsmall talk. You had nowhere else to stay. So, things can get very stressful.

You worked long hours and all you need was relaxation. Today was different than usual or so you thought. It started off quiet so you wanted to take a nap.

You took a two-hour nap only to wake up to sex noises. You sigh. “I swear this mother fucker”. You got out of bed with just a pair of shorts and your sports bra. And a bonnet that protects your locs. You walked out of your apartment with nothing on your feet. You're furious you couldn't get at least a good nap in since you moved in 2 months ago.

But one thing you do remember is how your landlord told you people didn't stay in this apartment long, because of the noise of the man next door. You had enough of this man. You felt as if you were going crazy because of this man.

You began to knock hard on this man's door it was currently 3:00 A.M. this had happened before But you didn't want to come off as rude so you let it slide. But now this had been happening for far too long and it needs to stop.

Kai soon opens the door with a smirk on his lips. He has nothing but grey sweats on. His hair was messy but he still manage to look good. You can hear the girl behind him asking who was at the door. He didn't pay attention to her, but instead, he gave you all his attention.

"what are doing up at this hour." you rolled your eyes. You crossed your arms. "Can you not make so much noise it's 3 A.M,” you said with an angry tone. "What I can't have a little fun at night?" he said. You huff "that's not what I'm saying. It seemed that you have a little fun every night," You said. "O’come on let loose a little I'm sure you'll love to join," he bit his bottom lip. His gaze stayed on you. You felt that his gaze was so powerful and lustful at the same time.

"I wouldn't give you the time of day," you said crossing your arms. He chuckled as he lean against the door frame with a sinister smile. He looked you up in down. "Oh really," he said. "What do you mean by 'oh really' can you just keep it in your pants just for one night," you yelled. All he did was smile. He keeps giving you the same stupid smile. You started to get really annoyed by his actions. You let out a sigh and rub you temples of your head. "Just keep it down all right it's 3 A.M. and some of us actually have productive lives"

"Sure thing I'll try my best." and all he did was smile at you. You rolled your eyes and went back inside your apartment locking the door. You walked back into your room. "I need to move" You lay back down in your bed.

The sex noises stop you finally got a chance to go to bed. You soon drift off to sleep. Till you hear him again but this time it's different... it's him?! You let out a surprised gasp.

"I know this man is not jerking off right now."

Time: 3:15 A.M.

"You need to get out," kai says to this girl that he just gave head to. "Why?!" she frowns. He rolled his eyes. "Because I said so, and this does happen to be my house." He said in a demanding tone. The girl soon got out of his bed with a huff. The girl then put on her clothes and got out of Kai's apartment.

He let out a sigh. Running his fingers through his soft brown hair. That girl did not satisfy him at all. He looked down at the boner that he had. His mind instantly filled with what you wearing. How your sports bra squeezed your chest making it look plumper. And how high your shorts were. And how your butt would show when you turned around.

He lay down on his bed. He then pulled down his grey sweats. He let out a sigh as his dick leaked precum. His hand finally made contact with his dick. He began to move his hands up and down along his dick. "Fuck" he grunted. Kai then moves his hand even faster. He lets out a gasp as he was so close to finally coming. "Fuck Y/N" He let out a loud moan. he finally came with some of his cum on his tummy.

"Fuck, I was loud."

The next day you felt nervous to see him. Because you heard him jerk off and he moaned your name. When you got ready for work you couldn't help but think of him while you got ready.

You could barely sleep last night because of what happened last night. And what makes things worse is that you have to meet with your boss today. You just got promoted to assistant manager. You’ve been working there since you move into your apartment. You walked outside your apartment only to see kai in a suit and tie getting into a black sedan. His hair was not messy this time it was more formal. You couldn't lie to yourself and say he didn't look hot.

He notices you and gives the same sinister smirk that he always gives you. He close the door of the car then soon after the car drove off. You rolled your eyes and walked to your car.

Kai is the CEO of a small company. His company is slowly growing thanks to his shareholders and his family for helping him get money for his company.

Kai walked into his office with his assistant following after him. "Sir you have to meet with the new assistant manager today, and you have two meetings today." Kai sign and rubbed his head. He was so tired. He thought it would be slow today but he was wrong. "what time do I have to meet the new assistant manager?" His assistant soon told him that he would meet her at 9:30 am. Which is 30 minutes from now.

You soon walked into the office at 9:15. Your best friend Mark lee welcomed you in. He then told you that you have to meet with your boss. "I have to go to the bathroom where is his office?" you said to Mark. "His office is on the fifth floor you better hurry you have to be at his office at 9:30," Mark warned you. You nodded your head and rushed to the bathroom.

When went into the bathroom you heard some girls talking about your boss. "Don't you find it kinda odd that no one really knows what the boss looks like?" One of the girls said. You stayed inside the stall and didn't make any noise. "well it's rumored that he doesn't want anyone to know what he looks like." One of the girls said. "well I think it's because he's really ugly" One of the girls giggled. About 5 minutes passed and you have ten minutes to get to your boss's office. You walked out of the bathroom stall. The girls soon stop talking and bowed to you. "Hello manager," They said with a slight smile.

"I don't think it appropriate to talk about our boss like that. If you excuse me I should go meet him right now." you quickly walked out leaving those girls shocked and embarrassed.

You look at your watch it was now 9:25 you stood outside his office waiting nervously. You kept looking at your watch it was now 9:30. That was the longest five minutes of your life. You let out a sigh. His assistant walked out with a man standing next to him. He bowed to the man he bowed back. "have a good day," he said. The man smiled and walked away. "Are you Y/n?" the assistant asked. "Uh...Yes, I am Y/N" You said standing up and bowing slightly. "He would like to see you now," he said with a smile.

You then walked into his office but there was a person you didn't think you were going to see. It's your next-door Neighbor. "You have to be kidding me," you mumbled under your breath. "Good morning Ms.L/N," Kai said with a smirk. "Good Morning Sir." you smile. You were so caught off guard to see kai here today. One thing you couldn't believe is that he is your boss. Something suddenly dawned on you. You yelled at him last night. And you heard him moan your name. You couldn't believe what was happening right now.

He got out of his seat and walked up to you. "Would you excuse us," Kai said to his assistant. "yes sir" he said and walked out of his office. "Well look who it is. who knew I would see you here," he said to you in a cocky tone. You tried your best not to roll your eyes. You most definitely wanted to keep your job. "Hello Kai sorry about last night." You said with a smile. "Oh don't switch up on me now I like your festy side. Not to mention I don't usually like to mix business with pleasure." He said and grab your tie pulling you closer to him. You gasp as you were so close to him. "You are dismissed Ms.L/N," He said with the same lustful smirk and let go of your tie. This time that smirk he gave you hit differently. This time you're starting to fill lust for him. Maybe you won't regret it. "Yes sir" You whispered. "I don't think I heard you right," kai said. "Yes Sir," you said louder and you saw kai smirk again. You then walked out of his office.

You saw his assistant bow at you and you smiled and bowed back.

You made your way back to your office. Mark then knocks on the door. you allowed him to come. He came in closing the door after him. "So how did it go?" he said excitedly. "It to be honest I guess it kinda well."

Later that night You were called into Kai's office once again. All of your co-workers left and the office was empty. You walked to the elevator and press the button to the fifth floor. You didn't know what to expect from him. "After all, he was the one that didn't want to mix business with pleasure". You made it to his office. You knocked on the door slightly just enough for him to say come in. You closed the door behind you.

You walked and you saw him with his hair was a mess. He loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. "You wanted to see me." You said walking closer to him. "Yes I did." He got up from his desk and walked to the front of it. Just the sight of him like this makes you go crazy. "Am I making you nervous?" He said he gave you that same smile. He walked closer to you lifting your face to make you make eye contact with him. "No..." you whisper, slightly biting on your bottom lip. His eyes soon darted to your lips before going back to your eyes.

The sexual tension between the two of you was unbearable and you couldn't help but look at his lips. Your face moves ever so slowly to his lips, and soon your lips connect. The kiss began to get heated with your tongues crashing into each other. He slowly moved back into the glass desk before sitting on it slightly. His hands move down to your hips pulling you closer. His leg soon parted yours and being to move your cloth pussy along his thigh. The sensation made you moan in pleasure. Your skirt rises up your butt. As his hands reach down to your butt then he squeezes it. "Kai~" you moaned, He then started to kiss up and down your neck. "you like that?" He asked You nodded. "I need an answer love."

"Yes, I love it" You let out before pleading for more. Kai picked you up laying you back on his glass desk. He then took off your skirt and panties leaving them on the floor. "Look how wet you are, all from just kissing how cute."

"Shut up." you sigh. "You know you love it" he smiles.

He then bent down kissing your inner thighs. He then made it to your pussy kissing your clit, and soon after that, he began to suck on it. "fuck Kai~" you moaned once more. You can feel him smiling against you. He then enters his tongue into you. you let out a gasp as he still fingered your clit. Your breathing started to get heavy as your hands made it to his hair messing it up more than it is. "Fuck I'm close Kai" His tongue moved back to your clit sucking on it faster. "Thats it let go for me" His words sent vibrations to your clit soon sending you over the edge.

You loosened your grip on his hair. "You're so pretty". He said before getting up. You could see the wetness from your pussy smeared on his chin. He then unbutton his shirt and started to undo his belt. "Just go slow with me okay" You whimpered. "Of course." He said before kissing your forehead.

He pulled his pants down along with his boxers. You could see his dick stand tall. He moved his dick between your folds letting your wetness lobe his dick. "Fuck you're so warm." He then made his way to your entrance and slowly his slip his dick inside of you.

“Shit your so tight” he said with his grip on your waist tightened. He went slow at first while kissing your neck. You started to crave more of him. “Can you go faster?”. He raises his eyebrow before spending up the paste. “Fuck you so good for me,” he said going faster while one of his fingers made it to your clit.

He then lifts one of your legs pushing his dick in a certain spot making you gasp. “Oh please just like that” you pled. You can see a slight smirk make its way to his face. “Damn you feel amazing.” he moans.

His thrust started to get sloppy and his breath started to get heavy. “I'm close” he lets out. “Me too” you let out. After a few more thrusts he pulled out coming on your tummy. “Fuck” you whimpered at the loss of his dick. “Let me take you home”

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The Warp Effect Ep 10 Stray Thoughts

With GMMTV dominating my watch calendar, it's actually becoming a bit difficult to recall everything that happened in a previous episode.

Last time, we tackled sexual health with Jedi and Rose, who had to contend with an HPV flare up in their open relationship. Over the course of the episode we questioned the nature of fidelity and safety, and learned that they likely were infected over ten years ago from other partners as the two revealed that they actually don't want their relationship to be open. Meanwhile, Nim discussed keeping the baby with Army, and also reconciled her relationship with Mollie. Elsewhere, Kim recognized that she didn't want to keep the baby at this time, and Ice spent the episode coming to terms with that and supporting his partner. Kat is back in the saddle, but Tony is a gentleman and is waiting for Jean. Alex and Jean may be on the path to speaking again.

As always, so much happens in this show.

Real shit, I want to see Jean's movie.

I don't have anything against Tony based on what we've seen, but I feel like it's a bad look for the lead to be involved with the director when they're advertising the chemistry between the leads?

I'm glad we're bringing See-ew back.

Ah, right. Liu has a handsy boss. I get her coworker choosing to accept it, but he should not be touching Liu like that and demanding she interact with him on IG.

I was lulled into a mild complacency, and now we're back to the sports homophobia plotline with Joe.

New is quite vascular.

I was not expecting Alex to just go into Liu's workplace and start a fight with her boss. What is he going to do if she gets fired as retribution?

And now we're storming back in with boxers? Why is no one talking to Liu first??

Lol, nevermind. Liu handles her own business. I want a show of just Clize whooping ass on the regular.

Okay, Mollie and Nim! Jojo said, "We are grown here. We give head."

Mollie is so valid. She just had Nim shivering from that tongue action, and now Mollie is all like, "We're just friends?" Friends don't get each other off like that. Get Tilly Birds on the line.

Okay, Silvy is so good. The aghast expression she pulled off was fantastic.

Oh, Army, I really need you to appreciate Joe's reality. Joe might lose the career that seems to provide a sense of purpose, and Army just doesn't grasp that.

"I just want the kind of love that makes me feel at ease." Me, too, Liu. Enjoying that these characters are in their late 20s, because your priorities start to shift.

The potential Kat and Jean have, only to reorient the conversation to Alex.

Really glad we're returning to Kim and Ice. In the 90s we had very special episodes about abortions and teen pregnancy, but we never lived with the fallout of the choice.

I think Ice should review his musician couple idols, because none of those relationships really worked out.

I'm gonna need the people on the internet to be respectful of Clize's feet. Still, I'm glad these two found some kind of balance.

Oh, I loved Jedi's proposal.

These dudes are going to sneer at their proposal in a queer-friendly bar? I think they should learn what bricks taste like. Give them a memorable LGBT experience.

They're not backing down? The whole bar should stomp their asses. I'll accept Jeana and Alex teaming up, and getting yelled at by the rest of the club.

Establishing that Tony has been a decent dude was a good move, because we expect him to not force an encounter on Jean after she panics. I like the way Joong plays his disappointment that they can't proceed along with his worry for Jean. I'm sure he suspects what may have happened, and knows it isn't his wound to heal.

I kinda wanna hear Phuwin play Motley Crue music now.

Mixed experiences across the squad right now.

I don't remember who Mr. Saran is, but I'm curious how the prom will act as a plot device next week.

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twilightmalachite · 1 year

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Twin Peaks - division by zero 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Hiiro, Kaoru, Hinata, Yuuta

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofers: 310mc & feesh

"Hmm? What do you mean, “too”? No way, Hakaze-senpai, did you...!?"

Season: Autumn

Location: Starmony Hall Common Room

That night…

Yuuta: And so, this calls for a family meeting!

Hinata: Yup. We felt that there was no point in continuing from where we were, so we should rethink details, courses of action, and such.

Kaoru: And for some reason, we’re being pulled into your family meeting too...

Anzu-chan can’t enter the Starmony Dorms, and I’m in too deep to have the heart to leave, so now I’m here to accompany you guys.

Hiiro: Heheh, well, we live under not only the same roof, but in the same rooms as well, so I think we count as family in a broad sense![1]

Hinata: Yes, Hiiro-kun said something great once again! You’ve earned 50 Hinata-kun points! There’s somethin’ I like about the way you put things... ♪

Yuuta: Y’know, he’s perfect for you, Aniki—strong and simple. You’re too reckless, you’ll end up breaking anyone who needs to be handled sensitively.

Hinata: Oh no~, you’d even call Onii-tan something like brutish?![2]

Yuuta: It’s not like I’m any different, but I’m talking about how you keep up that act of yours…

Hiiro: Haha, I don’t fully understand what you’re talking about, but I’ve finished preparing our dinner for tonight. Why don’t we continue talking while we eat? Besides, even if nothing else, we all need nourishment to keep living.

Hinata: Thankies! Usually it’s Shiina-senpai makin’ something even if we don’t ask, but he’s on some expedition today, right?

Hiiro: Indeed. Crazy:B is still in a difficult position, so he’s been pretty busy as a chef.

He flew to Alaska because he apparently said he has to gather ingredients for cooking contests and the like.

Hinata: Why Alaska, of all places…? Though considering we’re talking about him, it’s likely he just blurted it out without thinking.

Hiiro: Yeah, Shiina-san tends to say thoughtless things when he’s hungry.

Kaoru: Alright now, I get you guys might not like facing your problems, but let’s talk about ourselves rather than other people, ‘kay?

Though I am a little concerned about Shiina-kun, too. We’ve worked together before, so I feel as if we’re friends.

Yuuta: Personally, I don’t really care about Crazy:B... I’d prefer to not involve myself with them as much as possible. It’d be a problem if they pour poison in me again.

Hinata: But Yuuta-kun, you think that poison is so delicious that you always slurp up every last bit of it!

Yuuta: Zip it...

Anyways, what should we do? I don’t think the idea of whoever wins a showdown between Aniki and I gets to appear on Volcano Island was a bad one by itself, though.

Hinata: Well, it doesn’t seem like the both of us making an appearance is an option, so we can’t really escape choosing which one of us gets to perform. They won’t wait for us to make a decision, either.

Yuuta: Yeah, the program originally had a policy to not let idols appear, so…

If we keep dawdling about some problem, the mere possibility of appearing on the program will likely go up in smoke.

Hinata: If we come to the conclusion that it won’t benefit us in any way, then that’s a way to solve this issue, as well. A wise man keeps away from danger, so we could ignore it, and move on.

Yuuta: But if we do that, it won’t be a good look for us regarding music programs, and even the Vice Prez. Going “Oh, we can’t do it after all” after we’ve already taken something on is just going to make them think, “The hell?”

Hinata: Mhm, not to mention, we practically forced Anzu-san into this mess, so it’s not gonna impress her if we don’t give her anything to come back with.

Actually, never mind, I don’t think anything would change, considering it’s her we’re talking about.

Maybe it’s ‘cuz of my move during the Repayment Fes, but I feel she’s even more stubborn than usual…[3]

The line drawn between idol and producer is starting to feel more like an impassable valley.

Kaoru: Huh, what? Did you do something like confess your love to her at Repayment Fes too, Hinata-kun...?

Hinata: Hmm? What do you mean, “too”? No way, Hakaze-senpai, did you...!?

Kaoru: No no no no, it’s not anything like that![4]

...Ahh, would you look at that! Anzu-chan’s calling me!

Hinata: Don’t change the subject, now~! How’d you propose? “I want to be your Yuuta-kun”, perhaps?!

Yuuta: You would confess like that, wouldn’t you? Do you really think that’ll make someone’s heart flutter?

Kaoru: Okay, quiet down a little! Anzu-chan’s voice is soft and quiet, so it’s hard to hear her over the phone—

Hmm? Ah, yes! I’m talking about the matter with 2wink and Hiiro-kun over dinner right now!

Hinata: Ah~... Did Anzu-san call because she was concerned about us?

Yuuta: Then why is she talking to Hakaze-senpai instead of contacting us directly...?

Does this mean you’re able to talk freely about even more sensitive matters? Congrats to the newly wedded couple!

Kaoru: Don’t tease… She’s genuinely worried right now…

It’s probably just because of what happened at the Setsubun Festival that she’s too nervous about interfering with 2wink directly.

Hinata: That’s gonna affect us forever, huh…

Yuuta: I personally feel like it had to happen, though. But okay, I get it now—she contacted you instead of Hiiro-kun, since he doesn’t know anything about the Setsubun Festival. So it was just a process of elimination.

Kaoru: Uu...! I’m happy she picked me, even if it was only just that…!

Hiiro: Hmm, at this point, even a process of elimination would be okay—we just need to decide who from 2wink will perform.

Kaoru: Yep, that’s why we’re discussing the matter together right now—To find the best way to do that.

Two heads are better than one—And we have four people with us now, so I’m sure we’ll come up with really nice ideas! ♪

Uhyah!? Anzu-chan says “there are five people!”

Should we let her participate in the meeting using HoldHand’s telework function, then?

Yuuta: Oh yeah, there was a function for that, wasn’t there? It was some sort of video call function like Skype’s. Then, let’s go ahead and invite Anzu-san to our room...

Hiiro: I see! Since the dormitory doesn’t allow women, Anzu-san can’t enter, but using data it becomes possible to invade and explore. You found the rule’s blind spot, huh?

Kaoru: Yep. I doubt we’d be allowed to do this in private rooms, of course, but this is a shared space, so it’s okay. ...Oh, it’s connected!

Hinata: Heheh~! Welcome to the rumored men’s dormitory! ♪

Yuuta: Ahaha, good evening, Anzu-san~! ♪ Are you at home right now?

Kaoru: Ggh, Anzu-chan looks so cute in casual wear...!

Wait, is that... is Anzu-chan in her room right now?

Oh right, you commute to ES from your home, right? I-Is this really alright for me to see?!

Yuuta: Get a hold of yourself, Hakaze-senpai. What happened, I thought you were supposed to always be reliable...?

Hinata: Hehe. But y’know, I’m happy. There’s all sorts of people thinking of us. It’s not just the two of us anymore.

Yuuta: But that’s also what makes it so hard. We can’t be burdening the people around us...

Though that doesn’t mean I want to return to that simple mindset where it’s just you and I, and everyone else are our enemies…

Hinata: Yeah, especially since we now have to fight amongst ourselves. I doubt we would’ve been able to survive this.

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Another reference to Ainu culture! Unlike large historical Japanese families, Ainu families would live on a single plot of land among one another, and reside in a single house. For example, upon marrying into a family, that person would move onto their land and into their house. If a couple had children, the house would be expanded to make room, so on and so forth.

The return of “Atai Hinata!” Refer to last chapter’s TL note.

During the Repayment Festival of the previous year, Hinata made a subtle move towards Anzu, asking her if she had a crush on any of the idols in Yumenosaki. She responded firmly that a producer/idol relationship is unprofessional and she cares about her work, as well as her idols, very much… It embarrassed Hinata a lot.

It is.

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