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chowyunnafat · 2 years

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Le Grand Bleu (Part 3)

le grand bleu (part 3) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

If you asked Jannine how she got through the rest of the day; she was still figuring it out herself.

The first two classes were lecture (she’d sat in the very back, leaned back, and eyes closed), and the third class was a lab she’d already done because she’d taken the time to redesign her dress-form the afternoon before. Instead of sticking with its typical white, she opted to incorporate a bit of cotton and tie-dye (but not too much).

Taking a sip of water (she’d been alternating between water and honey tea), and laying down on her bed, her thoughts went back to BamBam. She could only sigh and turn to face the wall.

At least he’d given her a hangover remedy; she hadn’t known a remedy at all before she searched online.

She twisted loose strands of her hair around her finger, angry at its representation of naivety and ostracize-linage.

The blue still hadn’t washed out of her hair. But Jannine had learned how to wear it to the best of her ability.

Ever since the party, life on campus was a 5 at best. She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t sad either. She just held onto the letters that lead her down this path.

“Kunpimook,” She muttered. “Where are you?”

Of course, there wasn’t a response for her then. Just the silence that seemed to inhabit the dorm room.

The grip on her purpose was slipping the further she concluded that this university life just wasn’t for her. As much as she’d like to think she was big and bad and unstoppable.

Perhaps, she wasn’t.

As any good Leo (her zodiac sign), she was a great actor.

Before she could Google the best ways to drop out of a college you just got accepted into, she received a notification on her phone.

PunPun: Some guys are asking about you.

Jannine: Srsly? Who?

PunPun: BamBam and these two other guys 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jannine: Definitely keep me uninformed then. I don’t want to hear anything regarding that jerk and his friends!

PunPun: Okay. Then I definitely won’t tell you how they bribed like half the “first floor” girls to come into your room in the middle of the night and cut your hair off.

Jannine: What?! 🤬

PunPun: You don’t have a roommate. So, it makes their job easier.

Jannine: Can I stay wit u?

PunPun: I don’t live on campus. I live with my parents. I just sometimes crash at my cousin’s dorm room.

Jannine: Who’s your cousin?

PunPun: Umm…May?

Jannine: Instead of lying. Just tell me to get a life. I’ll figure this out by myself. Bye. 😡

Sticking her cell phone in her pocket, she rushed to the door. But already she could hear voices out in the hallway asking for the “new girl in D59.”

Throwing on a hoody, Jannine took her book bag and threw in a couple more essentials. She then slung the bag over her shoulder and attempted to climb out of her window.

“Crap. That seems like a long way down,” She whispered. Before she could hesitate any longer, the footsteps grew louder. And she stepped her foot onto the small balcony. There was very little room, but so far she hadn’t slipped or fallen. Straddling the rails, she put her hand on top of the railing as she placed her foot further down on the next level closest to the ground.

“Where’d she go?” She could hear the small mob of girls ask. “I thought the room was D59.”

Perspiration dripped from her forehead as she gripped her book bag.

Jannine didn’t dare look down. If so, she wouldn’t have had the guts to do what she did—

“Shit!” She cursed. “Shit shitty shit!”

She knew her ankle’s lifespan was just reduced by 5 years. In the future, when she was sitting in a rocker sipping on prune juice; she would be complaining about an arthritic ankle.

But she limped like a champ.

“There she is!”

Jannine stopped and turned around. At the door and on the balconies stood apparent BamBam admirers.

“There she is!” They pointed at her, and gave her the stank eye.

Jannine ran like a champ as she heard the stampede of girls behind her. She ran so fast she couldn’t recover enough to grab her other Fila shoe.

Almost out of breath, with her ankle still throbbing, she dipped into the school’s lobby. Fearing they’d see her through the windows she ran into the nearby bathroom and locked it from behind. She rested her back against the door and closed her eyes; her breathing still heavy.

When she opened her eyes and regained her breath, she turned around and came face to face with Milli and her gang.

If Jannine had known this is where she would end up, she would’ve gladly let the stupid fan girls have her for lunch. Because this was beyond ridiculous.

“I think this makes a good venue for a fight,” Milli said with a smirk and arms crossed. “Doesn’t it?”

Jannine had been dragged to one of the offices. And now she was literally cornered.

Jannine rolled her eyes. “Why?”

Milli smirked. “Why what?”

“Why go through all this trouble?” Jannine asked. “To fight me?”

Milli and her followers laughed. Until Milli held up her hand and told them to “shut up!”.

“Simple,” She stated. “You are on my territory.”

Jannine laughed. Belly and all.

Apparently, Milli didn’t find it funny at all. She made a trill with her lips.

“Girls,” Milli said in a demanding tone. “Give me the scissors!”

Jannine’s eyes widened. “I thought you wanted to fight me?!”

Milli smiled devilishly. “No. This is much more fun.” She took the scissors from a follower, and pointed them at Jannine. “Not only will you have horrible blue hair. But a kitchen-drawer-scissors haircut to boot.”

Jannine looked for an exit, but one of Milli’s followers blocked her path. She backed away slowly and bumped into another follower. “Luh.”

Milli began to walk towards her. “When you first stepped foot here you just looked like fresh meat.”

“What did I ever do to you?” Jannine asked, swatting away a followers hand, when they attempted to hold her down. “I did nothing to you.”

The bully laughed, and shook the scissors in her hand; the handle swung back and forth.

“Does there always have to be a reason?”

Jannine could say no more. It would all be for naught anyway. After all, there was only two people on this camp that regarded her highly, or at least didn’t want to eat her for lunch. Yet, 98 percent of the campus population wanted her dead.

Maybe Kunpimook wasn’t here. Maybe he was long gone, and she was betting on a losing dog.

Defeated, Jannine didn’t struggle anymore. She closed her eyes, prepared to have her hair whacked off, when Milli’s followers suddenly let go of her, and Milli took off in a run. Jannine’s eyes opened, and she looked all around her. “Huh?”

“You musta done something to really tick her off,” A voice said.

Campus Prince, BamBam, stepped forward with his rich boy swag. He donned a light sweater, white slacks, and a pair of sneakers. His grin was smug, and his hands were in his pockets. Was he wearing a Rolex?

“Xi ngo?!”

“Don’t think I did this because I don’t dislike you anymore,” BamBam specified with a bit of snark. “I just don’t want to be left to clean the mess hall by myself.”

Jannine’s smile turned into a frown. “Well, thanks to your angry fan girls I can’t go back to my dorm and sleep.”

BamBam raised a brow. “You’re blaming me for why you got booted out from your dorm?”

She pointed down at her red swollen ankle. “I’m blaming you for this too.”

He rolled his eyes at her injury. He then grabbed her hand.

“Luh, luh!” She protested. “I wasn’t being that ser—“

He stopped walking, and her mouth bumped into his collarbone.

“You don’t want to fail gym class, right?” He asked in annoyance.

“Gym class?”

He laughed.

“Yeah. Gym class.”

Jannine’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t pick that as an elective.”

“It’s mandatory for all first years.”

Jannine sighed, but said, “No. I don’t want to fail stupid gym class then.”

BamBam nodded with a smug facial expression. “Then come with me. You need to have your ankle looked at.”

He then picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. “C’mon. We’ll see what a friend of mine can do to help your ankle heal.”

Jannine opened her mouth to protest, but it wasn’t lost on her that BamBam picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a typical Tuesday.

So, she stayed quiet for awhile, wondering if the foreign teacher with the stick would pop out of the bushes. Yet, that never happened. “What are you here for?” BamBam asked. “Language?”

“No,” Jannine replied. “Fashion. Costume design.”

“Really?”

“Yeah?” She said back. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I’m not that surprised,” BamBam replied with. “I just didn’t think it was something you’d be so sure of.”

“So, you think I came here to fuck off?”

“No. Wait, did you?”

She hit him on the back, and he winced in result. “No, khun.”

He laughed a little. “Well, I guess that just makes one of us.”

Before she could respond to his comment, a guy came from the school’s med bay, opened the door to the building and walked out quickly; alert and curious.

Jannine perked up, speechless. Despite wearing glasses, the doctor-in-training wore them well. They framed his face nicely, complementing his comma hairdo, along with his lips and kind eyes. So entranced, she failed to process what BamBam was indicating for her to do.

“Do you want me to throw you on the ground?!”

Jannine snapped out of her crushing, and frowned at BamBam’s words. “Mai?”

“Bam, don’t be like that,” The young doctor said. “You seem to act like this towards the cute ones.”

Handsome Doctor-in-Training thought she was cute?

BamBam laughed sarcastically and replied with, “Nah. Her hair’s blue!”

The Handsome Doctor laughed with a knowing glint in his eye. “I find it attractive. It makes her stand out. Like a blue rose in a bouquet of red ones.”

BamBam’s hold on her tightened, but Jannine failed to notice, and gave the handsome friend an even brighter grin.

“Jinyoung,” BamBam groaned. “Are you done for the night, or can you actually help her?”

Jinyoung apologized to Jannine. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk to you like you weren’t there, but my Thai is really bad.”

Jannine shook her head in disagreement. “No. It’s actually really good. But if you prefer speaking in English, that’s fine too.”

The young doctor smiled. “Kob khun.”

•••

“It’s not a severe sprain,” Jinyoung said as he examined her ankle. “But you’ll need to ice mornings and nights. During the day, just move it in a circular movement, and don’t overcompensate by limping. Try walking as naturally as possible.”

Jannine nodded. “Ne.”

Jinyoung lifted his head up in surprise. “Omo?”

Jannine laughed. “That’s probably the only Korean word I know.”

Jinyoung laughed too, patting her calf good naturedly, until they heard a loud and obnoxious fake laugh from yours truly.

“Is something the matter Bam?” Jinyoung asked with a raised brow, his smile holding a bit of a challenge. “Do you need a drink of water? Cough drops?”

BamBam took a hand out of his pocket, and looked at the Rolex watch on his wrist. “It’s getting late. You know who patrols at night. Your father.”

Jinyoung’s face was one of annoyance. “You know I’m not related to that ass— I mean, person. Because he and I only share a namesake out of coincidence. And I’ll write you two a pass.” He stood up from the stool, giving Jannine an apologetic look.

Jannine nodded. “Thank you Jinyoung.”

As the doctor exited the room, Jannine smiled and sighed. He reminds me of a Disney prince, She thought to herself.

“He has a girlfriend back home.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “And you’re telling me this…?”

BamBam shrugged. “To let you know he’s off limits.”

Jannine rolled her eyes again. “Whatever. I’m going back to my dorm.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“No you aren’t.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” She snapped. “I’m going now.”

BamBam guffawed dramatically, with his hands in his pockets. “Okay. But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She picked up a medicine utensil nearby, and threw it his way. He missed the pointy object barely, and he didn’t look impressed. “Are you kidding me?!”

Jannine smirked. “What?! It was on accident?” She crossed her arms under her chest.

He took some hand sanitizer in a spray bottle and pointed it towards her.

Jannine’s smirk went away.

But just as his finger pressed on the trigger, Jinyoung walked back in. “BamBam,” He scolded. “Stop playing around. I swear you still act like a kid. Gimme.”

As BamBam handed his friend back the container of sanitizer, Jannine gave him a mischievous smile as she wiped the disinfectant off her shirt using her hand, Jinyoung’s back turned to Jannine.

BamBam glared briefly, but didn’t say anything. He’d get payback, but Jannine would definitely be on the look out.

Yet, as Jinyoung gave her a wipe and a glass of water and was getting ready to walk out, he told both of his peers, “I’m sure you both can see your way out.”

But BamBam spoke. “Wait. Jinyoung, can she stay here until the morning? All the girls in her dorm hate her.”

Jannine’s eyes widened briefly, but she hung her head down; she was a tad embarrassed. Yet, Jinyoung replied with airily, “Sure. I don’t mind. Um. Let me find some spare clothes.” As Jinyoung went to do just that, Jannine still stared down at her lap embarrassedly. Yet, she muttered under her breath, “Thank you.”

BamBam wasn’t going to make it easy for her. She should have known that. “I’m sorry, can you say that again? I didn’t hear you.”

Jannine mumbled her thanks again.

“Jannine,” He said too brightly. “How am I supposed to hear you if you keep your head down? Sheesh.”

“Thank you, okay?” She said with annoyance. Due to the annoyance, she unintentionally projected her voice a bit better. “Gosh. Happy?”

BamBam gave her a small smile that made her double back.

Even though he’d given her a big, fake, and sarcastic grin a couple minutes ago, she didn’t notice how much of a difference it would be when he gave her a smile that softened his features as his eyes had a bit of a twinkle in them almost.

Before she could even think to remember it, the moment was gone when Jinyoung entered back into the room to give her some spare pajamas.

“This is a leftover of the old gym outfits ten years ago,” He said. “So, they might seem a little outdated.”

Jannine took her eyes off BamBam and looked at his friend. “No. Not at all. Thank you Jinyoung.”

He smiled with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the very back studying; pulling an all-nighter.” He turned and looked at his friend with a knowing look. “And you need to go back to the dorms. Teacher Park will catch you and report you to the headmaster.”

BamBam tch-ed. “You can’t do all-nighters here,” He said matter-of-factly. “What if Park decides to do his rounds here?”

Jinyoung sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “BamBam if you wanted to spend a night here as well, all you had to do was ask.”

Instead of confirming Jinyoung’s words, he said, “Admit it, you only pull all nighters because of Sister So-min.”

Jannine saw a bit of red make it’s way onto Jinyoung’s face. But he simply said to BamBam, “Stop deflecting. You know where to get the spare clothes.” He gave Jannine a bow and exited with BamBam falling behind him.

She shook her head at BamBam’s antics.

She then took out her phone and saw a message from Lisa:

Hey. Are you okay? One of my roommates said you jumped from the balcony. 😢

Jannine replied:

I’m okay. I’m actually staying at the school medic bay tonight.

Lisa:

Really? Why? Are you really okay?

Jannine:

I sprained my ankle. No biggie.

Lisa:

I’m glad you’re okay besides your ankle. See ya in the morning.

Jannine:

Khob Kun.

•••

As Jannine settled into one of the beds, BamBam came back in donning the Hnung Uni’s early 2010s gym uniform AKA “pajamas substitute”.

She turned to face the wall, simply telling herself that this would never be happening again (a one time occurrence) and he’d still act like a jerk the next day.

Yet, she did go ahead and ask a question that’d been bugging her for the last couple hours.

“Why’d you tell all the girls in the dorm to haze me in the middle of the night?”

“What are you talking about?”

She laughed as though she were calling him out on his bullshit. “You told all the girls in the dorm to come into my room in the middle of the night and cut my hair off.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about, khun.”

Jannine turned around to face him. “Whatever. I suppose you felt guilty. That’s why you’re being half-way decent.”

He sat on the bed on the other side of the room. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me. I don’t even know your dorm room number.”

She let out a huff. “I can’t think of it being anyone else but you and your friends.”

BamBam laughed as though, this time, he were calling her bullshit. “I’m sorry to say it, but I don’t think a lot of people like you here.”

Jannine could feel the onset of tears, her face warm. But she put on an air of indifference. “So what? I deserve to be here like everyone else,” She replied with false-confidence. “And I haven’t even been here a full week and you can determine my social rank already?”

Surprisingly BamBam appeared to not have a ready response. As he settled into the bed, he looked up at the ceiling.

“…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Mai?”

“For the first day when I cut in front of you in the cafeteria.”

“Why are you apologizing now?”

“Because you’re right, I was being mean.”

“…”

“I won’t call you ‘Xi Ngo’ anymore.”

“What? You called me that?”

“Hey! You said it yourself that you were being mean.”

“Okay okay.”

“…”

“I’m sorry for putting that food on the back of your head.”

“Sorry for pushing you to the ground.”

“…”

“Thank you for helping me.”

“Helping you?”

“Yeah. Milli and her gang would’ve beat me up and…And thank you for asking Jinyoung if I could stay here for the night.”

“…”

Jannine then realized he was just looking at her. Staring, but not saying a word.

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked, her face getting warm. “Is there a boogie hanging from my nose?”

Instead of replying to her questions, BamBam gave her a ghost of a smile and said, “You are really an anomaly Ploychompoo.”

“Ploy chomp oo?”

BamBam shrugged, and then turned on his other side. “Everyone here has nicknames. I gave you one.”

Jannine raised a brow. But why did he give her the nickname? Either way, she didn’t want the nickname.

Yet, she knew that he would call her that despite her protest.

And if it kept him civil, she’d let him.

Meanwhile, Jinyoung peeked into the room and saw that both of his peers had managed to fall asleep. He smiled knowingly due to fact that BamBam’s eyes changed when he spoke to Jannine. It was unlike any face he’d seen on his friend. When he brought her in, holding her like he was on a manga rom com cover, his demeanor was at ease.

Jinyoung wasn’t going to share that with the other guys, but it was definitely something he was going to keep track of.

“Jin young?”

He turned around and saw that it was his sunbaenim who stood behind him. She gave him a smile. “What are you doing?”

He blushed madly, not sure if he’d flub his words. But he tried to talk anyway. “Um. Th- there were two peers who are, um, staying in the patient room. They’re both, um, recovering fro—“

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I trust you,” She said gently. “But you should go and get some sleep too.”

“No. I need to get–“

She moved closer to him, their faces small inches apart. “Go and get some sleep.” She touched his face, touching the bags underneath his eyes. “You work too hard for your own good.”

“It’s oka–“

“No,” She said firmly. “I’ll be sure your friends are okay. You. Sleep. Now.”

“Sunbaenim–“

So-min trailed her hand down to the back of his neck. “Now.”

He didn’t say a word or protest any longer. He nodded and she removed her hands.

“Good.”

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writingstoraes · 1 year

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shadowkoo · 3 months

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mini requests

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Hi! I'm opening my requests for the first time in nearly three years! I'm hoping by doing this sort of drabble game / mini fic requests that I can ease my way back into writing after my long hiatus. If you are interested in sending in a request, please continue reading for all the details. Thank you!

Rules + Requirements :

Follow me (if you are not already)

Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)

Must be 18+ (minors please dni)

To Request:

Choose a group & member (1 only please)

Pick a genre (max of 3)

Select a prompt (max of 2)

Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this: "Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"

*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting

Groups + Members:

BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay

NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung

SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol

GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae

ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun

STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Genres + AUs:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Meet Cute

Meet Ugly

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Idol

*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)

Prompts:

"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.

It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.

With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

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restlesswritings · 1 year

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Restlesswritings KPOP Masterlist

A/N: This is a list of the groups I write for! REQUESTS are always welcome! If you have groups/artists you'd like to request, go ahead! Check out my JPOP masterlist!

SEVENTEEN

Reactions (All Members):

You surprise them on tour

Scenarios (All Members):

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol)

Boyfriend POV

Jeonghan (Yoon Jeonghan)

Boyfriend POV

Joshua (Hong Jisoo)

Boyfriend POV

Jun (Wen Junhui)

Boyfriend POV

Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Wonwoo (Jeon Wonwoo)

Boyfriend POV

Woozi (Lee Jihoon)

Boyfriend POV

DK (Lee Seokmin)

Boyfriend POV

Mingyu (Kim Mingyu)

Boyfriend POV

The8 (Xu Minghao)

Boyfriend POV

Seungkwan (Boo Seungkwan)

Boyfriend POV

Vernon (Choi Hansol)

Boyfriend POV

Dino (Lee Chan)

Boyfriend POV

ATEEZ

Reactions (All Members):

Finding out your bias

Scenarios (All Members):

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

Hongjoong (Kim Hongjoong)

Boyfriend POV

Seonghwa (Park Seonghwa)

Boyfriend POV

Yunho (Jeong Yunho)

Boyfriend POV

Yeosang (Kang Yeosang)

Boyfriend POV

Mingi (Song Mingi)

Boyfriend POV

San (Choi San)

Boyfriend POV

Wooyoung (Jung Wooyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Jongho (Choi Jongho)

Boyfriend POV

NCT

Reactions (Separated By Unit):

NCT 127: Wearing Their Clothes

NCT U

NCT DREAM

Wayv

Scenarios (Separated By Unit):

NCT 127

NCT U

NCT DREAM

Wayv

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

Taeyong (Lee Taeyong)

Boyfriend POV Dad POV

Taeil (Moon Taeil)

Boyfriend POV

Johnny (John Suh)

Boyfriend POV

Yuta (Nakamoto Yuta)

Boyfriend POV Love Bites

Kun (Qian Kun)

Boyfriend POV

Doyoung (Kim Dongyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Ten (Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul)

Boyfriend POV

Jaehyun (Jeong Jaehyun)

Boyfriend POV

WinWin (Dong Si Cheng)

Boyfriend POV

Jungwoo (Kim Jungwoo)

Boyfriend POV

Mark (Mark Lee)

Boyfriend POV

Xiaojun (Xiao Dejun)

Boyfriend POV

Hendery (Wong Kunhang)

Boyfriend POV

Renjun (Huang Renjun)

Boyfriend POV

Jeno (Lee Jeno)

Boyfriend POV

Haechan (Lee Donghyuck)

Boyfriend POV

Jaemin (Na Jaemin)

Boyfriend POV

Yangyang (Liu Yangyang)

Boyfriend POV

Chenle (Zhong Chenle)

Boyfriend POV

Jisung (Park Jisung)

Boyfriend POV

CIX

Reactions (All Members):

You being scared during a movie Wearing their clothes

Scenarios (All Members):

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

BX (Lee Byounggon)

Boyfriend POV

Seunghun (Kim Seunghun)

Boyfriend POV

Yonghee (Kim Yonghee)

Boyfriend POV

Jinyoung (Bae Jinyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Hyunsuk (Yoon Hyunsuk)

Boyfriend POV When The Hand Stops

VAV

Reactions (All Members):

Scenarios (All Members):

Drabbles/Oneshots/Fics:

St. Van (Lee Geumhyuk)

Boyfriend POV

ACE (Jang Wooyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Ayno (Noh Yoonho)

Boyfriend POV

Jacob (Zhang Peng)

Boyfriend POV

Lou (Kim Hosung)

Boyfriend POV

Ziu (Park Heejun)

Boyfriend POV

UPCOMING GROUPS: (Requests open)

BTS STRAY KIDS GOT7 TAN RIIZE SHINEE TOMORROW X TOGETHER THE BOYZ MCND

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chaestats · 11 months

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BG MASTERLIST

BTS

Namjoon

Seokjin

Suga

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

OT7

NCT

Taeyong

Yuta

Mark

Kun

Johnny

Jeno

Jisung

Haechan

Doyoung

Ten

Xiaojun

Yangyang

Jungwoo

Jaemin

Winwin

Renjun

Chenle

Jaehyun

Taeil

Hendery

OT20

TXT

Yeonjun

Soobin

Beomgyu

Taehyun

Hyuka

OT5

Mtl with their fav cum spots

STRAY KIDS

Chan

Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Insecurity drabble gn!reader is struggling with ed

Han

Felix

Seungmin

Drabble where gn!reader loses a family member

Jeongin

Insecurity drabble fem!reader is chubby

OT8

Mtl to be down for a threesome & who would it be with

Mtl from the biggest to the smallest

MONSTA X

Shownu

Jooheon

Hyungwon

Minhyuk

Changkyun

Kihyun

+ Wonho (my bb)

OT7

ATEEZ

Hongjoong

Mingi

Seonghwa

Yunho

San

Wooyoung

Jongho

Yeosang

OT8

ENHYPEN

Heeseung

Jay

Jake

Sunghoon

Jungwon

Sunoo

Niki (No nsfw!)

OT7

GOT7

Jaebum

Yugyeom

Jackson

Bambam

Youngjae

Jinyoung

Mark

OT7

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koishiro · 10 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꒰͡⠀ . ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ミ★ ☽ ͡꒱

୨ৎ﹒ find information on taglists / requests below

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: ᴏᴘᴇɴ .ᐟ‪‪‬

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𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬?

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Request to join taglist by commenting under this post with your username and character works you would be interested in! (E.g): koishiro, gojo/geto hcs

𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫?

Requests will be done on a first-come first-serve basis. Naturally, in order to submit a request, you will require some basic information of the work intended such as au’s, character, prompt, reaction, etc. Being more specific about the work you’re requesting will allow me to write a more cohesive piece in response to said request!

(E.g): I’d like to request Gojo reacting to [prompt]

Naturally, requests will only be done when the request status is OPEN. If you choose to send a request when the status is CLOSED, it will be ignored until requests are re-opened (and then naturally, I’ll get to you soon!) requests are completed in about 1-2 weeks notice depending on how busy I am.

USE ASK BOX TO SEND REQUESTS

𝑾��𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑶’𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻’𝑺

YES!

jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, yuuta, inumaki, itadori, megumi)

jjk women (nobara, maki, miwa, utahime, mai, shoko)

bllk boys (isagi, rin, nagi, sei, reo, chigiri, niko, bachira)

csm men (aki, yoshida, denji, kishibe, angel devil)

csm women (makima, himeno, power)

fruits basket (kyo, hatori, shigure, yuki, hatsuharu, ayame)

tokyo ghoul men (kaneki, hideyoshi, kishou, nishiki, sasaki, yomo)

tokyo ghoul women (touka kirishima)

haikyuu!! (osamu, astumu, hinata)

bnha (bakugo, tamaki, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, dabi, shigaraki, aizawa)

genshin (diluc, kaeya, alhaitham, itto, kaveh, childe, zhongli, kazuha, thoma, dainsleif)

ateez (san, mingi, yeosang, wooyoung, hongjoong, yunho, jongho, seonghwa)

bts (jungkook, yoongi, jimin, taehyung, namjoon, jin, hoseok)

got7 (jackson wang, jay b, bambam, mark, yugyeom, jinyoung, young-jae)

monsta x (wonho, shownu, I.M, kihyun, hyungwon, minhyuk, joohoney)

fluff, comfort, au’s, prompts, etc. (I don’t write angst)

drabbles, hcs, oneshots, smut

share your thoughts in the ask box! I’m happy to elaborate on them even if not in formatted writing!

I really like learning new things so if I’m not familiar with the anime / game / kpop band, I will research into it but keep in mind it may take more time.

I do try and be as vast as I can with my posts ranging from anime to video games to kpop so I will accept any fandom requests as long as it keeps to my [rules].

I write for any gender and any pronouns! If you want a certain gender or pronoun please add that into your request otherwise I’ll keep to fem readers.

WARNING: my works do and/or will consist of some alcohol consumption, implied sex, detailed smut, substance usage, arguing, aggressive behaviour, suggestive content, making out, etc. my account is 18+, please be aware of this when reading! Works that do include any of the above will have warnings beforehand!

DONT’S!

no descriptive nsfw or anything suggestive for characters that are underaged (e.g: yuuta, nobara, inumaki, maki, itadori, miwa, megumi, mai) I will age these characters up if so

heavy topics like eds, depression, suicide, death, etc.

no oc/name inserts, works are entirely reader inserts.

no major injury, incest (just don’t be weird pls or I will ignore you)

NOTE: I have every right to decline a request if I believe I am not comfortable writing/delivering/posting said content!

#*:･ﾟ✮ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔

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daddyfordaeddy · 2 months

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[Updated April 20 2024]

All stories contain smut, minors do not interact.

Request guidelines

I write for any group, but I reserve the write to decline a request or part of a request for any reason.

I will not write :

Graphic sexual assault, pedophilia and incest, animal abuse, glamorisation of any mental health or physical ailments, any material that may encourage sasaeng actions, and rape.

Please don’t ask for frequent updates on your request—I do my best to write as quickly as I can. You can inquire about the status but please try not to ask without reprieve.

Ateez

A Proposition - boyfriend! Wooyoung x f! Reader

You’re watching a show in peace, but when Wooyoung comes home from work, he has a proposition…

Celebrate For You - boyfriend! Wooyoung x f! Reader

It’s your birthday and Wooyoung’s a little surprised at your wish, but not against it

Blue Blood - king! Seonghwa x queen! Reader

Your marriage to Seonghwa has been nothing exciting. But things change during his coronation ball

Long Winter's Night - werewolf! Yunho x f! Reader

On the week of the solstice, Yunho’s rut starts

A Rose is a Rose - mafia! Seongjoong x f! Reader [Tipsy Drabbles]

After leaving the mafia scene for five years, you’ve had to go back and beg for help from the boss of your former family…and your ex

Hospitality - sugar baby! Wooyoung x sugar mommy! Reader [extension of fff24 day 20 by sanjoongie]

After your first roleplay sparked a deep want for more, you and Wooyoung finally are able to act out your next desires

February Filth Fest 2024

Lunch Break - CEO! husband! San x f! Reader

After delivering lunch to your husband’s office, the two of you get a little sidetracked

Double-Stuffed Oreo - boyfriend! Wooyoung x Reader

What better way to ravish your boyfriend than to double-stuff him?

Free Game - boyfriend! San x f! Reader

You lost a bet to San, and now he gets to do whatever he wants

Take the Time - god of time! San x f! Reader

Strange things keep happening, and your best friend may know something about it

Enough for You - husband! Mingi x f! Reader x other man! Hongjoong

Your second man is coming over for a night of passion, and your husband would like to attend

GOT7

I Feel So High When It's Just Us Two - Jinyoung x Mark

Mark sends Jinyoung a video, and Jinyoung is not pleased

Dinner Preparations - husband! Jinyoung x f! Reader

Jinyoung surprises you in the kitchen

Hands On - boyfriend! Jinyoung x f! Reader

Jinyoung cuts his hand at work. You lend him yours

Rule of Three - lawyers! YugMark x secretary! f! Reader

Mark and Yugyeom are having some fun in the office after hours, and you walk in on them

Your Touch is All I Need - boyfriend! Mark x f! Reader

You and Mark fuck in a bathroom and its hot and definitely not gross and germ-y in there

#masterlist

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luvksj · 2 years

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Yandere!GOT7: You Successfully Escape

[a/n]: here’s a yandere got7 thing for you! i’m sorry for being so inactive, it’s because i have writer’s block and don’t know what to write. i wanna be unique with my stories but it’s hard when everything you write, you hate 😅

please support got7 and all other artists, make sure you listen to GOT7′s first song as a free group, no longer restricted by JYP and his stupid chains of limitations. have you listened to BTS’ newest comeback and their new songs? i really loved them especially RUN BTS!

anyway, please enjoy this little drabble! 🥰

pov: after so long, you finally escaped hell and the devil himself

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤

“FUCK!” he cursed angrily, tossing his phone across the room - blinded by rage. He, yet again, received a negative call from his contacts informing him that they couldn’t find you. You’ve been missing for two whole weeks now. Two weeks since you left him, disappearing without a single trace - all information about you vanished.

The only things he has left of you are the many trackers he placed on all your belongings and your phone. Oh... they were also destroyed beyond repair.

Mark couldn’t fathom this happening. You would have been found and punished by now. You clearly thought this one out. He can’t handle many things but the one thing that irks him the most is being without you and being unable to fix that. You belonged to him, you were his and his only.

He made that clear right from the get-go. But Mark refused to give up, when he wants something he’ll get it no matter what. He was stubborn but sometimes that stubbornness paid off. He hoped it’d pay off soon because he didn’t know how long he could handle being without you.

“I don’t care how long it takes... I will find you, Y/N. And once I do... I’ll show you who you belong to.”

𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐁

He bit his lip, frustrated. Another failed attempt at trying to find you. He had checked all your usual spots and asked your friends and family but all results came back negative. No one knew where you were.

Looking down at his phone, he stared at all the messages - each written differently but conveying the same taunting message he had been receiving for the past week. “Sorry, I couldn’t find her. She wasn’t here.”

The house was trashed, everything destroyed during his rage fit when he came home to discover you were gone. No letter, phone smashed, all his trackers sitting in a neat pile - also smashed and the cat you adopted together, Nora, also missing.

Jaebum didn’t really care about the cat missing. He cared about you missing. You were gone. His reason for existence, his sunshine on his cloudiest days, and his one and only. You were gone and everything he has tried had only led him to a dead end.

Running a hand through his hair frustrated, he gripped at his black locks and looked down at the coffee table, covered in papers containing information about you. Jaebum was going to find you. He would spend his whole life searching for you if he had to.

“She wasn’t at xxx today... that leaves me with limited options. That’s alright. Don’t worry, I’ll find you, Y/N and once I do... you’ll never step outside again.”

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

He kicked the table in anger, ignoring the vase he just smashed. He had just returned from a meeting with your friends - sweet talking them into meeting him. The meeting was a failure. Despite his using his strong charm, no one knew where you were.

“I’m sorry, Jackson. She hasn’t replied to any of our texts and has removed herself from our group chat.” your friend informed him, showing him all of the unanswered texts. Jackson would contact you but you had blocked him... on everything - including in real life via a restraining order.

It has been five days since you went missing. Disappearing while he was out partying and since then, he has been spending every single second of every day trying to find you. Since Jackson couldn’t approach you, he had manipulated your friends into helping him using his irresistible charm.

But they’ve been no help. Looking at a picture of you and him, hanging near the entrance - you were both smiling. Why did you leave him?? He gave you everything you wanted and more! He pulled down the picture and smiled, caressing your face with his fingers.

“Y/N... why did you leave me? Have I not made you happy? You look happy in this photo though... where are you, baby?”

𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Jinyoung punches the wall in anger, “You’re fucking joking me.” He hangs up and stares at the hole he created - letting out an exasperated sigh. You were really testing him, his patience was slowly running thin with every second you were separated from him.

It had been over a week - sixteen days exactly since you left him. Running away while he was sleeping and he should’ve heard you but unfortunately for him, you slipped Zolpidem (a drug used for treating insomnia) into his nightly tea. So, waking up to see you missing was not ideal for him at all.

He dedicated all his time to find you. He talked to everyone that knew you: colleagues, friends, family... anyone that knew you, he was in contact with. But, no one knew of your whereabouts, saying that you’ve disappeared off the Earth. You belonged to Jinyoung and why did you need to run away in the first place? He had already gotten rid of anything that threatened your relationship... so what was the point?

Staring at the wall, Jinyoung calmed himself and sat down - clearly annoyed with the lack of progress he’s made in finding you. You would’ve been found by now if you weren’t so stubborn and turned off all the trackers he placed. You also got rid of your phone as your number was ‘no longer available’. But he was going to find you... if it was the last thing he did.

“I’ll find you soon, Y/N... don’t you worry. And once I do, I’ll show you what happens when you run away from your master.”

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐚𝐞

Sighing, he entered the empty house and placed his belongings down. Heading for the bedroom, Youngjae collapsed on the bed - clearly tired from today’s activities. Looking at the side, he stared solemnly at the untouched area of the bed. It’s been untouched for two days.

That’s how long it’s been since you left him. Disappearing one day while he was at work and unfortunately, on that day, all the cameras he installed inside the house were down for repairs. So... Youngjae was at square one on his mission to find you.

He had spent today at work, conversing with his co-workers - especially your sister who works with him. Youngjae had been attached to her side, bombarding her with questions about your whereabouts but she was just as clueless. “Yeah... I’m sorry Youngjae, her number doesn’t work anymore.” your sister informed him. Well, that’s fucking great. Another piece of evidence he can’t use.

In his arms was his favorite picture of you. You were the reason Youngjae lived without you, living seemed pointless... like life had no worth. But, he refused to give up and he would continue to devote every second of every day to finding you. Youngjae hoped to have you back soon because being without you was like hell... and he didn’t know if he could handle it.

“I must not give up. I will find you, Y/N L/N... hopefully soon though because each day without you is hell and I don’t know how long I can endure it.”

𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐁𝐚𝐦

Hitting his desk in anger, he once again received negative results from his contacts. “I’m sorry, boss... she wasn’t here.” BamBam had received different versions of this message from many people in the past twelve days. Yup, it has been twelve days since you disappeared and in BamBam’s opinion, that’s far too long.

You belonged to him and that’s that. You’re his lover, his one and only. He couldn’t understand how you escaped the tightly-secured house he spent fortunes on. The latest security cameras, round-the-clock security, a private neighborhood, and tall concrete walls that encased everything. He had everything accounted for but you still somehow escaped.

Right now, BamBam was sure there was a traitor amongst his team. BamBam would find them and torture them - until they begged for death. How dare they help you escape. He had already started interrogating every single staff member but they were all clean.

Leaning back on his chair, he glances at his hand - admiring the engagement rings he had brought for you. On the day BamBam planned to propose, you had disappeared. The ring was the only thing he had left of you and it currently remained his most prized possession... until he found you.

“You belong to me, Y/N. Every single bit from the air you breathe to the farts you let out... they all belong to me. I will find you, my love. Just you wait...”

𝐘𝐮𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐦

He’s at the end of his wits. All possible options have turned out negative, all leading him to a dead end - he couldn’t believe it. You, his love - the reason he wakes up each morning, disappeared like you were nothing but just a figment of his imagination.

Burying his head in his hands, Yugyeom emitted a frustrated scream. He stared at all the notes he made and crossed off another potential option, the list dangerously shortening. He had just come home from a hangout with his friends after they dragged him out of his apartment - declaring he needed a break.

Yugyeom had been spending every second of every day trying to look for you. He searched high and low, leaving no stone unturned. He couldn’t understand why you’d leave him? He loved you and showered you in affection. And you looked so happy so why would you leave him when you were happy with him?

Looking at his remaining options, Yugyeom promised himself he’d find you. He didn’t care how long or what he had to do - he’d get you back. All he wanted to know is what prompted you to leave and he’d fixed it immediately... even if he had to spill some blood. He didn’t care, Yugyeom just wanted you back and didn’t care how he did it. You were his and he’d like to keep it that way.

“Don’t worry, baby... I’ll find you. I promise. I won’t give up, surely you must be somewhere. I still got some options left but I’m getting low so... let’s hope I find you soon.”

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝟕

Jaebum grunted in frustration. The members had just returned from their rounds and they all came back negative, “Sorry hyung. Y/N wasn’t at xxx-” “Nor was she at xxx.” It had been almost a month since you disappeared and it was driving them insane how they couldn’t find you.

For fucks sake, they were idols with millions of fans worldwide and had contacts in almost every country - so why weren’t you found already? You had turned off all their trackers and your phone so they couldn’t track you - which made things harder cause it’s what they relied on.

They couldn’t understand why you’d want to leave them? They gave you everything you wanted and more. People would dream about living your life. Did you know how many people wanted to be like you, dating one of the biggest boybands in K-pop. Yes, they could just find someone else but no. GOT7 was stubborn and GOT7 wanted you and you only.

Looking over their notes again, they were sure they had missed something. Their patience was slowly running thin and if they didn’t find you soon... they would lose it. You were the reason they endured the difficult lifestyle of being idols. Their source of inspiration and encouragement on their toughest days.

You were also the reason they were filming so many variety shows - going to different places in South Korea. It was a mere excuse to search for you and of course, no one cared because all they cared about was money. GOT7 would find you and once they did, they’d never let you go again.

“I don’t think we’ve checked here and here... let’s go here. If we tell them we’re filming another season of Hard Carry, they won’t suspect a thing. Or maybe we could...”

#got7 #got7 jb #got7 mark #got7 jackson #got7 bambam #got7 yugyeom #got7 youngjae #got7 jinyoung #yandere imagines #yandere kpop #kpop yandere #YandereAU #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop imagine

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yakuly · 1 year

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🪐 Ateez 🪐BTS 🪐 EXO 🪐 GOT7

🪐 Monsta X 🪐 NCT

🪐SEVENTEEN 🪐STRAY KIDS

🪐G idle

🪐 Projeto Bookverse

🪐 Reactions

Primeiro beijo com Ateez | First Kiss with Ateez

Monsta X indo para o exército | Monsta X going to the Army

Monsta X e a namorada vegetariana

WayV como candidatos da seleção | WayV as selection candidates

Stray Kids when you go to a university abroad

🪐 Drabbles

"Amor da minha vida" | "Love of my Life" | N. Yuta - NCT 127

"Jeon Wonwoo" | J. Wonwoo - Seventeen

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

🪐Timestamps

16:38 p.m — Z.Chenle - NCT Dream

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

🪐 Headcanons

Ateez como deu namorado | Ateez as your boyfriend

Stray Kids como seu namorado | Stray Kids as your boyfriend

Nct Yuta Guitarrista

🪐 One shots

¤"Lego Love" | C. San - Ateez

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

Especial de aniversário Min Yoongi | Min Yoongi birthday special

¤ "Sunflower" | J. Hoseok - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "I Can't Stop Me" | P. Jimin - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "Oh, Loverboy!" | P. Jimin - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "Pensamentos sob o luar" | "Moonligh Thoughts" | K. Taehyung - BTS

¤ "Estrelas de reality show" | "Reality show stars" | D.O - EXO

¤ "Corset" | BamBam - GOT7

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "O escolhido" | "The choosen one" | J. Jaehyun - NCT 127

¤ "Golden Hour" | L. Mark - NCT

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Crush" | Y. Yang - WayV

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Lento..." | "So Was I..." - L. Mark - NCT

¤ "MagicHao" | X. Minghao- SEVENTEEN

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Love is a flight away" | Y. Jeogin - Stray Kids

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Namorado secreto (Idol!)" | "Secret boyfriend (Idol!)" | C. Yeonjun - TXT

¤ "Batom Vermelho" | P. Sunghoon - Enhypen

🪐 Fake socials

Ten como seu amigo/namorado (Snapchat) - WayV

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chowyunnafat · 2 years

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Le Grand Bleu (Part 2)

le grand bleu (part 2) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

Jannine didn’t think the hazing, i. e. bullying, would kick off like this.

Right when she stepped foot on Hnung Uni’s campus she’d already started getting these weird or curious looks. Even one girl gave her the stank eye like she was the gum stuck on the bottom of her shoe.

Even so, she made it to admissions on time and was able to secure a dorm. While there, she asked the office lady if by any chance there was an individual by the name of Kunpimook who attended this college. But the lady only responded with, “How should I know? Is it my job to know each student here?”

And she left it at that.

Her roommate apparently was MIA at the moment. How she knew? A couple of individuals had greeted her at the front door, handing her a basket that was for a Nicha. “You’re in dorm room D59?” One girl asked. “Khun?”

Jannine nodded with a smile. “Would you like for me to make sure Nicha receives these gifts?”

The second girl in the entourage nodded happily. “Oh! And this is for you too!”

“‘Bath Gift’?”

“Yes.”

Jannine smiled. “Khxb khun (thank you),” She said with a slight bow of her head.

Once she reached the room, she opened the door and entered. It was average size and spacious. Based on observation, she determined that the left side of the room was hers.

After she set up all her things, including the ocean night light, and her dress-form for her designs, she grabbed her bath gifts, pajamas, and towel, and walked to the bathroom down the hallway where the showers were located.

•••

The alarm clock from the phone blared loudly. And Jannine was up in no time. Even though she had been VERY tempted to throw her phone across the room and smash it to a million pieces and tighten her comforter around her.

Yet, as she finished her outfit off with a cute rainbow cardigan. She’d looked in the mirror. And she was not expecting—

“Blue hair!!” She exclaimed. “I have—she looked at the mirror as she touched her ponytail—blue hair!”

She cursed loudly before realizing she might be making too much of a ruckus for her roommate…who still wasn’t here.

Either way, Jannine could only think of important matters. Like why her hair looked like the dog from Blue’s Clues threw up on her head.

“This can’t be happening,” She mumbled, toning down on the dramatics. “This has to happen on the first day?!”

Before she could even have a chance to check if this was a dye job that only lasted maybe a day (?), she received an alert on her phone stating that classes started in 10 minutes.

Damn it.

•••

Her stomach grumbled, so she let her stomach and nose lead her all the way to the campus cafe. Despite it being only a little past 12:00 pm. There wasn’t much people yet.

She stepped in line behind two girls. As they ordered their food, she rummaged through her wallet with smiley faces on it. “Where’d I put that baht?”

Right when she was able to fish a couple bills out of her wallet, she was roughly shoved out of line when a few guys stepped in front of her, their backs facing her.

“Hey!” Jannine shouted. “I was in line first!”

One of the guys in the entourage turned around, and smirked. “No. I’m pretty sure we were.”

Jannine balled her hands up into fists. “No. I was.”

The guy continued to smirk. Hardly fazed by her determined response. If all, he may have found it more funny than anything.

“What’s it look like cutie?” He asked. “I’m standing in front of you. Not behind.”

The girls who were in front of her before, had gotten their food, walking past her. She called out to them. “Hey, luh. Was I behind you two before this jerk-off and his cavemen stepped in front of me?”

The girls’ eyes widened almost comically.

Suddenly, all eyes were on her and the cafeteria was quiet. Hear-a-pin-drop quiet.

“Chaw tang chati?!” He exclaimed. “You’ve got nerve.”

“Wa ngina?”

“Blue hair, don’t care?!” He mocked. “Go away. We didn’t cut in front of you.”

She frowned. “But I was in line first. You can’t just cut in front of me and expect me not to say anything.”

“It doesn’t matter,” He said smugly. “You’re still behind. And well, I just don’t care enough to continue this convo. So…?”

He turned around, ignoring her further protests. She would’ve started crying, but her annoyance and embarrassment prevented the tears. She grabbed a handful of noodles sopping with orange sauce from a passer-bys lunch tray and she stuck it to the jerk’s head.

If you’d asked Jannine if she regretted her decision at that moment, she would’ve told you, “Absolutely not! No regrets!” But if you’d asked her if she was expecting what came next, she would’ve been more honest and replied, “No. No, I did not.”

He ended up touching his head, turning around, and once he saw what was on his hand, he looked at her with annoyance.

He pushed her to the ground, which caused a chain reaction almost. As she fell on the ground, her foot was stuck out (i.e. in the way), and as a result a passer-by tripped resulting in them getting the tray of food on another passer-by.

No. A food fight did not break out.

But somehow, like falling dominoes a chain of events followed: someone ended up getting their leg broke, or a neck sprain, or gum in their hair, and the Headmaster was going to need her suit dry cleaned.

•••

“He and his friends cut me in line,” Jannine said calmly. “No matter how nicely I spoke he wouldn’t play fair.”

The headmaster gave her a tight smile.

But then the person whom Jannine blamed for the lunchroom mishap spoke, “Headmaster don’t listen to her! I was the victim. Do you see this?!”

He turned his head to show her the orange sauce residue on his hair. “All the proof you need to kick her out of here!”

Jannine guffawed in a fake manner. “You NG. You waste of a human being.”

“Whatever. I’m just glad the food didn’t stain my hair like the blue monstrosity on you—“

“QUIET!”

Both students stopped fighting and turned to the headmaster.

“Others and myself hold Hnung Uni in high regard. All students are top-level. Destined to succeed in the kingdom.” She cut her eyes at Jannine. “But I cannot and will not let two badger fools in this establishment ruin that.”

She then cut her eyes at the “Xi Ngoi” (“dumbass”, nickname courtesy of Jannine). “I expected more from you. If your father wasn’t an alumnus, I would’ve never had you step foot here.”

Jannine was too annoyed to note the look of incompetence and failure that crossed her new enemy’s face. After all, her experience was that of a loser so far.

“You two will clean the mess hall for the rest of the school year, and you will be participating together in the end of the school year talent festival.”

“What?!” They both shouted in unison.

The headmaster smiled, her teeth a blinding light of white. “What better way to show the infinite solidarity amongst Hnung Uni’s students? You both have mess hall cleaning duty all school year long, and what better way to tie it in a neat little bow, by showing off your talents and partnering up at Chi Time Festival.”

I hate this Xi Ngo.

As she gave him the stank eye, and him in return. The headmaster stood up. “You both are dismissed. Meanwhile…” She grabbed her white blazer. “I will go and have this dry cleaned. It was my favorite one too.”

•••

It was dinner time, and Jannine chewed her food. She glared at “Xi Ngo”. He sat and laughed with his friends happily, and threw a piece of croquet at one of his friends.

“His name is BamBam,” Lisa whispered. “But everyone knows that’s not his real name.”

On a good note, Jannine had made friends with the individual’s whose food she used to leave Xi Ngo’s hair a mess.

The pretty individual had greeted her nicely outside of the Headmaster’s office. “Sa wa dee ka, cha chu Lalisa. But please do call me Lisa.”

Jannine raised a brow, glancing over at the very person who’d practically embarrassed her on her first day of uni.

“He’s not very nice,” Jannine said. “He doesn’t even say thank you when someone holds the door for him. Jerk.”

Lisa frowned. “I think you’re being a little pre-judgmental. Especially for being the new person.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “How do you think he was towards me? He didn’t even think I was Thai.”

Her classmate was at a loss for words it seemed. But she firmly shook her head in disagreement. “He only treated you like that for some reason. He’s reasonably nice I’d say.”

“So, you’re justifying his behavior?”

“No. He was definitely being a jerk. But for some reason you made him mad.”

Jannine would have responded if it hadn’t been for the fried rice that was suddenly covering her chest. She looked up and came face to face with a girl who definitely had serious eyeliner game.

As she wiped the rice off her chest, she looked up at the perpetrator.

“You whore,” She said to Jannine, point blank. “You think you’re real slick.”

“Wa ngina (excuse me)?”

“Chan tid xang hrux pela (did I stutter)?”

Jannine stood up, indicating she wasn’t backing down. “I know you weren’t talking to me.”

“Then you must have really bad hearing.”

“No. I can hear quite well. You just aren’t intelligent.”

As the staring contest intensified, Lisa started speaking in Jannine’s ear. “She’s Milli. Her real name is Danupha Khanatheerakul. And you should probably back down now. I heard she caused a girl to need plastic surgery and transfer schools.”

Jannine scoffed, still looking Milli in the eye without fear (even though her hands were shaking, and she got this really sick feeling in her stomach). "Well, that isn't gonna be me."

Passers-by and fellow students looked on. Waiting for either party to strike. As Milli stepped forward, Jannine prepared to make an evasive maneuver…

The bell rang.

•••

Jannine slapped the cleaning rag over her shoulder, as she scrubbed the floor on her knees using a sponge from the bucket. “I hate this.”

BamBam wiped the table begrudgingly. But he was half-assing it more than she was. He just wiped in a zig zag line at each table and called it a day.

He hadn’t said one word to her. But she was okay with that. She wanted to be done with cleaning as quick as possible.

Before you know it, she was bagging up the trash in the trash cans, and he was closing the blinds. And they were done.

•••

Jannine examined the letter, running her fingers across the Thai script.

Who was Sifa? And why couldn’t she locate the sender? All she knew was that his name was Kunpimook and Sifa had broke his heart.

Glumly, Jannine took out her textbooks and notebooks. Fully prepared to do her work, but not mentally. Not when there was a heartbroken individual out there who may have possibly made himself disappear.

Just as she was half-heartedly starting to answer questions part of the homework, there was a knock at the door.

Jannine didn’t get up from her bed at first. Then the knock came again. Since she was new here, and Lisa pretty much said she was the pariah. She shouted, “Nicha’s not here!”

The person continued to knock. “If you’re here for Nicha,” Jannine tried again. “She’s not here!”

Soon after, a voice followed with, “I know! I- I was just wanting to let you know that a party is happening in the guy’s dorm, in case you were interested!”

Jannine raised a brow. A party? Where she could possibly find Kunpimook. In case he really did show up for the semester, and the homeowner Tom’s help wasn’t in vain.

As though a lightbulb had gone off in her head, Jannine jumped off her bed, running over to the door and swinging it open. “Party?”

The messenger, who looked to be just a few years older than her (if not the same age), nodded her head; which was full of purple hair with faint yellow streaks.

The messenger nodded even though one could tell that she was freaked out by Jannine’s sudden interest in the party. “Yeah.”

“Great!!” Jannine exclaimed, clapping while jumping up and down. “Thank you so much…?”

The girl smiled. “My name is Sutatta Udomsilp. But you can just call me PunPun.”

“Jannine,” The blue haired girl replied warmly. “So, PunPun, the party is happening, like right now?”

Her new friend nodded in the affirmative. “Ka. It is.”

Jannine clapped her hands again. “Gimme just a sec!”

As she ran around the room like a chicken with its head cut off, she failed to hear PunPun’s words: “That didn’t mean I was gonna wait for you.”

As she put on a pair of Fila sneakers and half-heartedly combed through her hair that was still dyed blue, Jannine said to PunPun, “Are these dorm fraternizations allowed?” She then quickly put on a thick amount of eyeliner and TRIED contouring. It was a fail. But she soldiered on with a moderate application of blue lipgloss on her lips.

PunPun laughed. “No. But Headmaster is out for a holiday event that’s happening back in Isan, and the administration tends to get lazy with discipline. Except for that one foreign admin who likes to carry a big stick around when policing the campus.”

Jannine finished rubbing in the pencil marks on her face, and turned around to face PunPun. “How do I look?”

PunPun raised a brow. “You actually look decent.”

Jannine frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know…” PunPun murmured. “But uh, the party is in full swing already, I think. We should go.”

“Oh.” Jannine grabbed her Fanny pack and walked over to the door. “Plxy man pi! (Let’s go).”

•••

PunPun had been right. The party was in full swing already.

The latest Kpop tunes blared from the speakers, as someone made a show of their dance moves. Yellow and purple party decorations adorned the main space; from strobe lights to refreshments.

“The guy dorm looks nicer than the girl dorm.”

Her newfound friend nodded in agreement. “Yeah. But we have better plumbing.”

Jannine laughed.

“PunPun?”

Jannine and PunPun looked to the person who had spoken.

“PunPun—Is that you?”

Jannine looked at her. “Do you know him?”

PunPun shrugged. “He’s kinda weird.”

The guy reached them, and gave a small bow with his head. “Sawadee Krup.”

The guy smiled brightly at PunPun before introducing himself to Jannine. “I’m Krist.”

“Hello,” She responded kindly. “I’m Jannine.”

“Jannine?” He said. “You’re PunPun’s new friend?”

Jannine threw her arm around PunPun’s shoulder. “Yes! She’s helped me a lot actually. I’m new here.”

Krist smiled again. “I’m glad.”

PunPun started to speak. “Ka. Uh, Kri—“

“Hello, Party People!” Greeted the MC. “I hope you’re enjoying the party!”

Everyone hooted and hollered.

“Good. ‘Cause it isn’t over yet!”

The crowd then settled and Jannine could only anticipate what was coming next. The DJ began to play a new beat, and out stepped—

“Xi Ngo?!”

PunPun turned and looked at her, surprised. “Huh?! You mean BamBam?!”

He was dancing to the beat with ease. As he did dance move after next, the crowd cheered in complete awe. But Jannine prettily booed. “Get off the stage!”

PunPun shushed her. “Khun. You’ll get drop kicked by Baemis.”

“Baemis?”

PunPun nodded quickly. “Yeah. Apparently, he has a fan club. They call themselves ‘Baemis.’”

Jannine could only make a face of disbelief. “Really?”

PunPun snickered. “Kun, you look like you want to take a shit.”

Jannine swatted at her new friend’s arm. “Take that back!”

So caught up in arguing with PunPun, she failed to notice an individual who was carrying a purple drink in a yellow cup. In result, as Jannine backed up, to avoid a thump from her new friend, she crashed into the individual.

“Khun!” The voice shouted. “This is a new shirt!”

The music stopped. The crowd stopped. Even the lights sort of flickered.

Jannine looked at PunPun, who could only shrug. Slowly, Jannine turned around to face the individual who not only looked uber pissed, but was actually quite handsome. But he didn’t look too happy.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” He asked wiping at his yellow shirt. “No wonder people think you’re weird and annoying.”

Jannine had been about to explain herself, but when the handsome guy said those words, she could no longer do so. Not when all eyes were on her; the eyes that said they agreed with him.

“Mai?”

He “Tched” at her like he was an annoyed male lead in a popular Lakorn. “You’ve just got here. And I’m pretty sure no one wants anything to do with you.”

Jannine couldn’t speak.

Before she could insult him, or even worse break down in tears. A voice called out from the stage. “Chittaphon!”

The handsome guy, now Chittaphon, looked to where he heard his name. His facial expression went from smug to angry. “Khun?”

BamBam shrugged, with a blatant smirk. “Everyone’s been saying you’ve wanted to beat me in a dance battle. It’s long overdue, don’t you think?”

Chittaphon smirked, but it had a lot more malice in it. “It’s Ten, Khun.” He started walking towards the stage, forgetting about Jannine who was too mesmerized by the tension between the two peers.

Jannine looked at PunPun, who was just as dumbfounded.

Nonetheless, she looked on as the rest of crowd did.

BamBam smiled in a smug way that was more endearing on his face than others. Despite his ways, Jannine couldn’t help but note how when compared to he and Ten, he looked to be a lot more genuine.

Even though her first meeting with him was a disaster, he told her and showed her exactly who he was.

“You want to go first?” BamBam asked Ten. “Or do you still need some time?”

Ten shook his head. “Nah. I’m ready.”

“Really?”

“Ka.”

“Are you sure!”

“You fucking dipshit. I’m ready.”

BamBam continued to smile. “Okay.”

Ten requested the DJ to play a song in the Top 20. Jannine hadn’t really heard of it, but the crowd of party goers around her roared in excitement.

“I’ll show you what a real dancer looks like.”

Ten then proceeded to execute elaborate dance moves. The crowd “oohed”, “awed”, and clapped. Jannine continued to look on, coming to the overall conclusion that Ten could dance his socks off.

“I bet you can’t beat that,” Ten jabbed. “I’ve actually gotten proper training in dance.”

BamBam smirked and looked away. He then looked at Ten again, and replied, “If that’s what you really think, I’ll let you have that krup.” He then slapped him on the shoulder, giving it a few pats. “Okay DJ put on Jetrin!”

Once the DJ had a song going, BamBam proceeded to dance.

Jannine’s eyes widened. She could only look on in awe as the “Campus Prince” did the damn thing.

“I was really trying to boo him off the stage,” Jannine muttered. “He isn’t that bad.”

With fluidity and confidence, BamBam executed dance move after dance move. Not once did he pause or stop to regain his footing because there was nothing to regain.

Right then and there Jannine thought back to the boy who wrote those letters to Sifa. He’d won the dance finals and was going to attend here. But she hadn’t found him. Maybe she’d ask Krist, or the headmaster herself.

“Kunpimook,” She said to herself. “I bet you’d dance circles around Ten and BamBam.”

The roar of the crowd snapped her out of her thoughts. Jannine saw that BamBam had ended his dance with a pretty cool handstand.

PunPun whistled, laughing and saying, “He managed to beat Ten!”

“You don’t like Ten?” Jannine asked.

PunPun nodded quickly. “He said I looked like a man.”

“Asshole.”

After BamBam was declared the winner, the party commenced once more.

Jannine put on a yellow and purple striped party hat. “Can I get a—“ Jannine paused her words, leaning forward on the bar. “Wait, alcohol is being served here?”

The “bartender” put a finger to his lip and smiled mischievously. “Shh.”

Jannine shrugged. “Can I get a Pilsner?”

The server gave her an incredulous look. “That’s a German drink.”

Blushing, she said, “Actually, I’ll just take a Singha.”

“Hey,” She then said to the server. “Do you happen to know of a Kunpimook here?”

The server raised a brow. “There’s quite a few Kunpimooks,” He said. “What’s the last name?”

“Crap,” Jannine said tapping the bar with her finger. “I forgot. It’s coming to me.”

It was in his first letter to Sifa.

“Minhyuk, can you get me a Cubalibre?”

“Ne, Bam. Sure thing.”

Jannine didn’t even have to see who it was. She needed to move the furthest way from him as possible. Just because she thought he was a great dancer didn’t mean she forgot what he did in the cafeteria. Taking her can of beer, she got up from the bar stool and went to go look for her friend.

The last she heard from PunPun was something about needing to clear things up about a date with Krist.

“Hey!”

Jannine stopped walking and turned around. It was Ten.

He walked up to her with a facial expression of indifference. His shirt was still stained, but he didn’t necessarily have much dignity left after losing the dance battle.

She gave him a curious look with underlying suspicion. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

He then walked off without a word.

•••

“PunPun,” Jannine muttered. “Why’d you leave me alone?”

She was on her second and a half can of beer. For the most part she was holding up quite well, but she wanted to rest her head temporarily.

“Hey Blue Hair.”

Jannine opened her eyes and saw the guy who she threw noodles at the back of his undercut. Unlike the last few times, he wasn’t giving her a look of utter annoyance or irritation. He was just a normal guy with no care in the world.

Yet, she rolled her eyes at him, and grabbed her drink off the table clumsily.

He looked at the drink he held in his hand and took a small sip. He then took a seat next to her. He wasn’t too close to her, nor were their bodies touching. Really, they were just sitting in two separate chairs respectively.

Jannine rested her eyes again.

“You shouldn’t do that at a mixer.”

She opened her eyes again.

BamBam wasn’t looking at her.

“Do what?” She asked. “I’m just resting my eyes.”

“…”

She eventually finished her second can of beer, and reached for the 3rd can that she’d gotten when getting the 2nd.

“You seem like a lightweight,” BamBam commented as he took a sip of his Cubalibre. “That should be your last drink.”

Jannine sipped on the drink, already a giggling mess. She rested her elbow on the arm of the couch it leaned against. “You can dance,” She slurred. “Where’d you learn to dance like that?”

BamBam rested the drink glass in his hand. He took a swig of it before happily replying, “Much of it was self-taught. But my siblings and I fed off from each other. Yet, I really attribute my brothers.”

Jannine nodded, her cheeks flushed. “You know, you’re actually cool.”

“Your blue hair is cool.”

She laughed. “Really? You got to thank all the girls from the dorm.”

“You’re friends with them already?”

Jannine gave him a deadpan look. “Puh-leez, they put blue dye in the shampoo bottle I was using.”

BamBam laughed. “I never got your name.”

“Oh, yeah,” She said taking a sip of her Singha. “It’s Jannine.”

“Oh?”

She nudged him playfully. “Were you expecting something different?” She asked.

“No,” He said with a laugh. “…I can’t figure you out.”

“Figure me out?” She said. “What’s there to figure out?”

“Are you from Thailand?” He asked. “You don’t seem like someone whose lived in the kingdom your whole life.”

Jannine sat up and sobered. “Getting a little too personal there, you think?”

He shrugged. “You can take it whichever way you want. You’re the last minute transfer.”

She took a sip from her can of beer. “I wasn’t born here.” She took another sip. “But I’m still just as Thai as you are.”

He snorted. “I never said you weren’t.”

“I’m going to go get me another beer,” She declared.

“You aren’t even finished with the one in your hand.”

“Leave me alone.”

Jannine then walked back to the bar.

After Minhyuk was done handing out drinks to other peers, he came back to her with a grin on his face. “What can I get you?”

She smiled back with a laugh. “Another one of these,” She said pointing at the beer in her hand. “And a ticket home.”

She looked back at where she sat to still see if BamBam was there.

He was.

He was finishing of his Cubalibre, chatting with a guy and a girl.

•••

Jannine sat up in bed, reaching for her phone on the night stand. But she didn’t feel the nightstand, and the pillow didn’t feel like her pillow. Now that she was coming back to her senses, the smell of the pillow was a bit heavy on cologne.

Therefore, she sat up rod straight and looked at her “pillow”. It was Campus King BamBam. Or as she commonly referred to him as, Xi Ngo (Dumbass).

He was still in his clothes from last night, as well as her.

Yet, instead of mulling over that for too long a sharp pain in her head hit all at once. “Urgh,” She groaned. “I think I’m sick.”

Nausea hit her, and she ran to the trash can and barfed. “I hate my life” she groaned as she threw up again.

She felt disgusting as she hugged the trashcan. She settled into the corner of the room. Temporarily unaware of her surroundings. Then she heard a groan coming from where she laid awhile ago.

“Xi Ngo!” She said loudly. “This is all your fault!”

BamBam rubbed his temples, but he didn’t look like he was going to puke anytime soon. Instead, he rolled his eyes, stood up, walked over to his dresser, and took a medicine bottle off of it.

He walked over to Jannine, and put his fingers to his nostrils, so he wouldn’t smell her throw up. “Here.” She took the B6 vitamin from him. “I’ll go get you some water.”

He walked to the door that lead to the hallway. He opened the door, walked out, and closed it.

“Why isn’t he sick?“ She said to herself. “He probably got me drunk on purpose. This is so humiliating.”

She closed her eyes, and for awhile she even dozed off. Until someone was shaking her awake.

“Huh?”

BamBam handed her a bottle of water. “Drink up and take the vitamin.”

He then took the trashcan away from her, and walked out the room again.

She put the B6 on her tongue, unscrewed the top of the water bottle, took a sip, and the vitamin went down. It hurt to even swallow because of the headache.

She eventually stood up and walked over to the bed to retrieve her phone.

It was right after 6 am, and classes started in one hour.

Dammit.

The feeling of nausea hit her again, and before she could puke once more, BamBam was back at her side with the trashcan.

•••

Part 3

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