#had to pay extra last time i went to a concert to get a physical ticket its BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sweet Chaos│Kim Seungmin
Synopsis: Seungmin falls in love with a sweet stranger, but doing so may put his career in jeopardy. Is he willing to risk everything for love?
Genre: Slow Burn, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, oneshot
Word Count: 7k
It started about a month ago when Seungmin met you outside of a Day6 concert. You were in front of the venue busking, singing along to acoustic renditions of their songs and he couldn’t help but join you. Who could resist singing along to Day6? It was his weakness. The two of you harmonized and found your synergy easily. His voice complimented yours, as you two practically sang their whole album. It was almost cliche how much fun he had.
Originally he was going to watch it with his manager, but he had a family emergency last minute so he gave Seungmin special permission to attend the concert alone. It was a safe bet. He was well behaved. The venue wasn’t far from the dorms and it was a JYP event so staff would be nearby. However his singing did garner a bigger crowd, he lowered his cap regretting his decision and hoping you and the crowd hadn’t recognized him. Luckily for him a car pulled up escorting another idol to the concert and that was enough to distract the fans to see who it was.
He should have disappeared in the crowd, gone through the staff entrance and kept his head low until the concert started. But instead, he stayed back to talk to you. Because well, you were pretty and had a lovely voice and was a fan of Day6 so who could say no to hanging out with a Fellow MyDay?
“Where are you going to put your guitar during the concert?” he frowned seeing the line start to move as the fans were let in.
You laughed nervously, scratching the back of your head. “Oh…” your voice trailed as you looked away, almost too embarrassed to tell this wonderfully adorable stranger the truth. “I’m not actually going to see the concert.”
“Are you not a fan?” he frowned
“Oh no-I am. A huge fan actually, it’s just by the time I got paid the tickets were sold out and the resell prices were out of my price range” you shrugged before standing up with your guitar. “You should probably get in line” Your heart melted seeing his lips go into a pout. “I’m fine really, don’t feel bad.” you waived your hands. “I’ll see them at the next concert”
“You can sit with me. I have an extra ticket” he smiled, digging in his pocket and pulling out the extra lanyard. “Here”
“Oh no- that’s a VIP ticket I can’t-”
“My Hyung was supposed to come with me, but he’s busy. If you don’t take the ticket it’s gonna go to waste”
You frowned looking to the line that was moving a lot faster into the building. You really did want to go, and maybe this was the miracle you prayed for? “Here let me buy it from you” you grabbed your wallet pulling out all the cash you had “I can send you the rest through-”
“No, I want to give it to you”
“But-”
“Come on, we should hurry” he chuckled, grabbing your hand and guitar leading you to the VIP line.
“I don’t even know your name” you giggled, you couldn’t help but mirror his puppy-like smile.
“I’m Seungmin” he looked back to you, his eyes practically twinkling. You introduced yourself following his lead
And that was how you had the best the night of your life. Day6 delivering one of the best performances you’d ever seen. All from an amazing pit view. The concert was even more memorable with the new friend you’d just made.
After the show, you insisted on buying him dinner at your favorite hole in the wall restaurant near the station. You held his hand, leading him inside. “Hi, Auntie~” you chimed walking toward the back. “Order anything and everything you want”
“You don’t have to buy me dinner, really” he smiled, taking off his coat.
“Are you kidding? You just gave me the most amazing night of my life, dinner is the least I could do since you won’t take my money”
“I would just feel bad making you pay, you’re so pretty and you took me out, I should be buying you dinner” he pouted.
“You think I’m pretty” you teased
“You think I’m handsome” he shot back, his smile, tugging into a smirk.
“You caught me” you laughed “How ‘bout next time you buy me dinner” you winked, catching how he had to do a double-take at you.
He blushed looking back at his menu, trying to ignore how flustered you made him. He was used to having women around him but he knew he was vastly inexperienced. There was a difference between having staff, other idols, and even Stays. Being with you made him feel like these were the experiences he would have had if he hadn’t debuted in highschool.
You reached over the table to feed him a bite of the rice soup. “Ah~” you lightly blew on it before offering the spoon to him. He opened his mouth letting you feed him, all while keeping eye contact with him. You brushed the stray rice grain from his cheek. “Good right?”
He nodded, unable to find the words to respond to your advances. Especially because he liked them.
“You’re so cute” you stared at him, almost in a dreamy gaze leaning on your hand.
“Stop looking at me like that” he pouted.
“Like what?” you grinned.
He huffed before digging into the chicken, not knowing how to deal with that mischievous glint in your eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at him, Seungmin was just so sweet. Everything about him disarmed you, that gorgeous smile, his beautiful dark brown puppy-like eyes, even how his nose scrunched when he laughed. But it wasn’t that you were so physically attracted to him. It was how kind he was, like when you were at the concert he always made sure you weren’t pushed, even to the point of holding your waist to hold you close.
The owner walked over with a refill of soup, a kind smile on her face. “You’ve never brought a boy here before~ Aigooo and he’s so handsome” she couldn’t help but squeeze Seungmin’s cheeks as he greeted her.
“Ugh, Auntie please.” you rolled your eyes. “I’ve been coming here since I was a kid” you explained to him. “Seungmin took me to the Day6 concert it was amazing”
“Aww that’s so sweet, I’m glad you got to go” she looked him over. “You’re seriously so handsome, are you an idol?”
You scoffed before eating a spoon full of soup. “Auntie please, not everyone is an idol.” you rolled your eyes. “Seungmin isn’t superficial.”
She raised her hands in surrender “I was just asking” she smiled at him. “Don’t mind her she doesn’t like idols very much, I, however, think they’re adorable” the older woman cooed at him again. “Are you a student? Or a model or something?”
Seungmin looked back and forth between the two of you. What was he supposed to say? He didn’t want to lie and say that he wasn’t an idol, but judging from your reaction, you didn’t seem keen on him being an idol. And something about that made him want to keep that part of his life a secret. It wasn’t like he could go around telling people right? He was supposed to lay low tonight. “I’m a student” he chuckled nervously.
“Which university do you go to?” you looked at him expectantly.
“Y-Yonsei” It was the first university to come to mind, he’d always pass it on his commute.
“Wow you’re smart” you nodded, satisfied with his answer. “I’m a second year at Seoul’s Women University, we should study sometime.”
And that’s how he got into this mess. It’d already been three weeks; it was taking everything in him to keep up the charade. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like feeling normal. The days that you’d go to the cafe, he’d usually pick one on the far side of town, or studying at your university library. The daily text messages, and late night phone calls. It was like the life he could have had.
Something he didn’t know he was missing.
On his days off he’d get permission to, ‘visit his parents’ and be able to leave for the night, and secretly went to meet you. On days with schedules he’d just wait until everyone fell asleep and snuck out. If he got caught he’d make up an excuse that he was just going to practice. He felt guilty for lying. To you, his members, even his parents. He just kept convincing himself he’d find an opportunity to fess up.
He knew that once you found out he was an idol, you’d want nothing to do with him.
Maybe that’s why he was stalling.
Seungmin quietly made his way out of his bedroom. The two of you had a late night movie date planned. He’d been prepping for a comeback so he didn’t have as many opportunities to see you, and honestly he just missed you. It was a little past midnight when his members knocked out, dance practice was tough and they needed to recover. Chan and Jisung were still in the studio and Felix was gaming in the living room and he was almost out the door when he ran into Jeongin outside of the dorm.
“Hyung?” Jeongin smiled “What are you doing out here?”
“I..” he faltered for a moment “I was just going to practice the new song a little more.” he eyed him suspiciously. “Why are you out here?”
Jeongin’s shoulders slumped before he looked around. “I snuck out to the convenience store to get snacks.” he shyly hid the bag behind his back “Don’t tell the Hyungs?”
He chuckled “Ok I won’t, I didn’t see you” he playfully motioned to zip his mouth closed and throw away the key.
Jeongin smiled brightly before thanking him. “Thank you so much Hyung! I’ll share my snacks with you later” he scurried back toward the dorm. “Oh, don’t practice too hard, remember to get some sleep too”
He watched, making sure Jeongin got into the elevator safely but feeling this sting that he had to lie to him.
Your apartment was only a few blocks from the dorm, but he made sure to take back roads, and kept his cap and mask on before entering the building. He knew he wasn’t on Dispatch’s watch list but he knew he had to be careful.
When you buzzed him in he was greeted by your hug immediately. You motioned to the makeshift pillow fort you’d thrown together in front of your tv “Isn’t it cute?” You chimed.
“It’s adorable,” he laughed taking off his hat, mask, and shoes at the door. “You didn’t have to go through this trouble” he left you drag him toward it, following you inside, careful not to hit anything.
“I know but I wanted to do something, you’ve been so busy lately” you frowned. “I guess I just wanted to distract you from school”
And there it was another lie that he told to keep up this act. He pushed that feeling to the back of his mind. “Is it ok if we don’t watch a movie?”
“Sure” you frowned. “What did you want to do? Was the movie thing too cheesy?”
“No...It’s just...I really just wanna hear your voice.” he smiled watching your reaction.
Your eyes widened at his sudden confession. The two of you had managed to flirt a little here and there and although you never explicitly stated whatever this was you knew there was something. He just wasn’t usually so forward. He was always pretty shy and you guessed that’s why you never had a problem being bolder. You felt your cheeks warm as you looked anywhere but him, when you grabbed your guitar and pulled it into the pillow fort. “How about a song” you laughed, nervously trying to regain your composure “I haven’t heard your voice since the Day6 concert and I miss it.”
Everything about the setting was just so romantic, the soft lighting from your fairy lights, the pillows and blankets blocking everything out. It was like a dream. No pressure of his lies, or the outside world just you and him.
You strummed the strings warming up your voice before humming before singing Day6’s Sweet Chaos. You looked up at him expectantly as he sang along.
Because of you, I’m losing control
It’s a sweet chaos
Ever since you entered
My life, my dreams, my future
Everything has changed
He loved watching you sing, how you wore every single expression so freely. Nothing seemed calculated. It disarmed him. He lost himself in the moment just watching you.
You looked up at him from under your lashes, your mouth parting as you struggled to find something to say under his intense expression. He leaned forward, taking your guitar and gently setting it down before holding your cheek. His eyes searching your expression for any form of hesitation before he pressed his lips against yours. You held the front of his hoodie, responding to the kiss. Leaning into him he gasped feeling your tongue brush against his lips. Feeling him stiffen you pulled back. “I’m sorry I-”
“No, I kissed you…”
“I liked it…” you mumbled biting your lip.
“Me too…” he brushed your hair back and pulled you back to him for another kiss. Pressing him back as you deepened the kiss, he wrapped his arms around your waist and laid back. You pulled back to catch your breath as you straddled him. “Is this ok to keep doing?” he laughed, tracing your skin just below where your t-shirt had rode up.
“Seungmin I don’t know if you’ve noticed this but I really like you” you cupped his chubby cheeks pecking his lips again.
“I like you too...a lot.” he felt a pressure instantly lift the moment he confessed.
The softness of his gaze was so disarming and warm. He gently pulled you back to another kiss, his lips slowly becoming more aggressive as he tangled his fingers into your hair, smiling into the kiss. Any moment you chased his kiss he would just gaze into your eyes again, almost to make sure the moment was real and it melted your heart.
He spent all night learning everything about you. Your touch, your taste, the sweet sounds you made for him. Somewhere along all your greedy touching the fort had fallen, covering you two in the blankets. You’d both lost your shirts but stopped before it could get too far. He didn’t want to rush things, and he still couldn’t shake the guilt he had for lying. Sleeping with you just didn’t feel right yet...Not until he was honest.
You leaned on his chest drifting in and out of sleep. Hearing the lull of his heart was so soothing as he absently rubbed soothing circles on your back.
He pecked your hair, tugging you a little closer. “You asleep?” he whispered, more so to himself.
“Hmm?” you hummed sleepily.
“On the first night we hung out you said you didn’t like idols...I just never asked why?”
You yawned peaking up at him curiously. “Hm? Why do you ask?” you furrowed your brows. “Oh is it because I’m a fan of Day6?” he nodded, trying to read your reaction. You smiled before going back to lay your head on his chest, lacing your fingers with his. “I just don’t like idols...I don’t actively hate them or anything I just feel like the whole thing feels a little superficial… The whole concept, dancing, company made songs...I’m just not a fan, like you can’t tell if they’re being genuine or if it’s their image…” you shrugged. “I hear songs here and there and a lot of girls in my school like them but I personally just like bands.” you smiled to yourself. “Like I can tell what’s going on in their life and what they’re going through with the songs they write.”
He just nodded, losing any nerve he had about coming clean. The thing you dislike idols for was the very thing he was doing. Being disingenuous.
You could almost feel his heart begin to race more. “Seungmin? You ok?” you frowned.
“I’m fine” he smiled, grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss.
“Mmm…” you smiled looking at him with glazed eyes. “Seungmin it’s ok if you’re a fan of idols I won’t hold it against you” you giggled, brushing your nose against him, giving him eskimo kisses.
“Promise?” he whispered.
“I promise” you gave him another peck before, settling against him.
After another month or so the two of you had developed more of a routine. Seungmin was spending almost every night at your place, and sneaking back into the dorm before morning. He was working himself to the bone to keep up the double life but seeing your smiling face, or holding you in his arms made everything worth it.
It was your one month anniversary and although you weren’t normally one to celebrate something like a one month, your time with Seungmin was always so limited. Every moment felt so special. You planned this big event for him filling your apartment with balloons and getting a cake. You waited at the cafe down the road to meet him, that way you could walk back to your apartment together.
You smoothed down your hair and checked your reflection in the cafe window, straightening your dress. Seungmin always dressed so dandy and dapper you wanted to match him for once, so you opted on something girlier. It was a special occasion. You smiled at your phone seeing his text.
My Seungminnie 💗 : Sorry i’m running late! I’m on my way 💗 See you soon
He said he only lived down the road from the cafe, so you chose to wait outside for him. He should hurry, it looks like it might start raining soon. You looked up at the ominous dark clouds rolling in.
Seungmin showered after dance practice, and was getting ready to meet you. He fluffed down his hair, slipping on his hat and making his way to the living room. He frowned seeing his team all waiting in there, Chan looking particularly stressed.
“What’s wrong?” he looked at them, reading the mood.
“Where are you going?” Chan looked up at him, raking his hand through his curly hair. Seeing Seungmin look away for a moment, he could almost tell he was trying to think up something. “Seungmin please…”
“I was just going to a cafe…”
“Seungmin stop.” Chan stood up, frustrated and started pacing. “Sit.”
“But Channie-Hyung I have to-”
“I said sit.”
Seungmin sat down on the chair across from the couch. Chan wasn’t one to look so angry, sure he got stressed a lot. But was very rarely angry. Jeongin looked over to him, giving him the most apologetic look. Individually they all noticed Seungmin acting a little strange, but didn’t put two and two together, not until Jisung mentioned seeing what looked like a hickey on Seungmin and then it hit them all like a wrecking ball. Everything made sense.
“Before you even start lying again. I’ll save you the trouble” He crossed his arms over his chest. “We know you’ve been sneaking out, and we know you haven’t been going to your parents place. And for what? A girl?” Chan sighed heavily.
“She’s not just a girl…” you were everything to him, he was sure that at this point he was in love with you. That for the first time in his life he felt a romantic love for someone and it was reciprocated.
“And what if she’s not? Did you stop to think what would happen? If Manager-Hyung caught you? Or Dispatch? Or worst if Stay’s caught you? What do you think would happen? Are you willing to quit and leave us...?” The pain and Chan’s eyes as his voice broke toward the end. “What about us..?”
Changbin sighed looking at Seungmin. “If you get caught we’re all screwed… We’re still under a dating ban Seungmin...JYP will fire you…And if we caught you than someone else could”
“We’d lose everything...” Hyunjin whispered.
“What about your little girlfriend huh? What makes you think she won’t sell the story to dispatch herself? Or that she’s not posting this story somewhere?” Minho scoffed, angry that they were even having this conversation.
“She wouldn’t…”
“And how could you be so sure huh?! Why are you willing to trust her and risk all of our hard work? It’s selfish!”
“Minho-Hyung calm down” Felix frowned, seeing Minho stand up hastily, kicking a chair.
“Calm down? How can I calm down when we’re supposed to be working hard for a comeback? We’re still picking up the pieces from losing someone and then HE goes and does something like this?! How am I supposed to calm down?! Chan literally doesn’t sleep so he can finish our songs, or what about the countless nights we’re working on choreo? We’re trying to make the best comeback for Stays and he’s gonna throw it all away?!”
Seeing that Minho looked just short of swinging on Seungmin, Changbin stood in front of him.
Chan’s whole team was falling a part right in front of his eyes. He had to reach Seungmin somehow, and get this resolved before the company found out.
“Seungmin I know you like her...and from what we could put together you’ve been doing this for at least a month…” Chan looked down. “But we can’t afford a scandal...we’re still getting our foot in the door...If she goes public with you dating then it’s over. Our career is over. Our families are affected and I know you trust her but I don’t, not with you guys. I’m not willing to risk my team anymore…”
“She doesn’t know I’m an idol.” he whispered, the shame heavy in his voice from hiding something so major.
“She doesn’t know you’re-” Chan stopped himself, taking a deep breath and rubbing his temples. “You’re willing to risk all of our careers for someone who doesn’t even know who you really ar-”
“That’s great!” Jisung looked at Seungmin with bright pleading eyes. This whole time he’s been quiet. Honestly the confrontation kind of scared him. But this was the silver lining to this nightmare. Everyone looked at Jisung like he’d absolutely lost it. “Hear me out...If you break up with her...then that’s it right? You don’t have to keep doing this and she won’t go public...It’s the only way…”
This whole thing was tearing Seungmin apart. The guilt that he felt with every lie he told came crashing at him. The look all of his Hyung’s gave him. The look of heartbreak and disappointment. But the thing that finally made his tears fall was breaking up with you, because he knew that was the only future left. “I can’t hurt her…”
Chan shook his head. “I have to protect my team Seungmin...and if you choose to break your contract, risk us all. Then you’re not part of my team anymore...and i’m gonna need you to step down…” Chan sniffled looking up at him with desperation. “The choice is yours...but...you need to make it”
“Hyung...please don’t leave us…” Jeongin begged, his eyes glazed over as he pulled Seungmin into a tight hug. “Don’t leave us too…”
Seungmin stood stunned, Looking at Jeongin, his heart broke. They were right, he was being selfish. And his team had lost enough. They were only in the beginning of their career and he owed it to his team and to his fans to be dedicated. Dating bans weren’t forever so for now he just needed to focus on his career. “I won’t leave you guys...not ever…” he hugged him back tightly to reassure him. Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin immediately joining in the hug. Changbin released a relieved sigh before hugging them.
Chan wrapped his arms around his family before looking back at Minho “Get in here.” Minho hesitantly joined them, apologizing into Seungmin’s hair.
You huddled against the awning of the cafe as the rain poured heavily, it was practically monsoon season in the blink of an eye. You didn’t want to go inside on the chance that Seungmin was close by, but he was an hour late and wasn’t answering your calls or texts. You could help but worry, afraid that something had happened to him. You felt so helpless. You didn’t even know where he lived.
It finally hit you that there wasn’t a single person in his life that you could get in contact with to check on him. He’d mentioned his friends and roommates often but you never met any, he didn’t believe in social media so it wasn’t like you could search there. Just as you were about to say fuck it, and just walk down the road to blindly look for him you got a phone call.
The worry left your body as soon as you answered and heard his voice. “Seungmin! There you are, are you ok? Did something happen?”
He took a breath, trying not to cry hearing your voice. “I’m sorry...But I can’t see you anymore”
“What?” you looked at your caller Id, just to make sure this wasn’t some sort of prank. “What do you mean?”
“I’m breaking up with you”
“Why? Why are you? Why-” your voice broke as your tears fell. “What did I do wrong?” you sniffled. “Seungmin please just come...where are you? let’s at least do this in person…”
“There’s no need…” he took a deep breath. “I just don’t waste our time anymore. I’m tired of lying and I just can’t be what you want me to be…Please don’t try and contact me again” It was better this way. He had to convince himself that it was better if you just hated him. Because if it was hate then you could move on. Find a better love.
You sobbed gripping your phone. “Please don’t do this...Seungmin I love you…”
“And I don’t...so let’s just stop this now… Have a good life...I’m going to be blocking you now so please don’t try and contact me again.” Before you could say anything else the line went dead.
Really, I loved you
That’s how much harder it is
I want to hate you
But I can’t so I hate you even more
You tried calling him back, so desperately, but each and every time it would just go straight to voicemail. You fell to your knees, not caring if it got wet from the on coming rain, you just couldn’t believe it. What happened? It was all so sudden. And what did he mean? You never expected him to anything he wasn’t so why? You cried into your hands wondering, Which part of me just wasn’t enough?
And that night you cried it out. With every fiber of your being you allowed yourself to be heart broken and sad. Calling over your best friend to vent. Because tomorrow you knew you’d have to pick up the pieces and try to continue with your life.
Your best friend Minseo smoothed down your hair frowning. She’d never seen you so broken before and she wanted nothing more than to tell off your ex for breaking your heart. “Are you gonna be ok?”
“If he wanted to break up...I understand...That’s fine...but...it just hurt that I don’t really understand why…” you sniffled. “I don’t think I’ll ever know and that really hurts…” At least if you knew what happened you could grow from it, learn from it, but instead you were left wondering.
Minseo scoffed. “Ok, no offense I’m sure the guy was nice but you dated him for like a month and never let me meet him.”
“He was just shy…”
“Ok but he never let you go to his place either, you’re not shy so what does it matter if you met his roommates.” she crossed her arms. “The guy just sounds so sketchy, and that whole no sns thing? Seriously? You didn’t think that was weird?”
“I mean I did...But some people just don’t like sns.”
“They still make them even if they don’t use it.” she rubbed your back. “The guy was probably a two timer and got caught, didn’t you only see him at really weird hours too?”
“Did you always think that? He works and goes to school… it makes sense that he’s busy, even I got busy…”
“Where did he work?”
Your frown deepened “I...I don’t know” your time together was always so sparse you never wanted to drill him with questions, especially when you could tell that he looked uncomfortable when you brought it up. You always just figured he’d tell you eventually.
I'd been holding on to you for so long
Now I must let you go
There's nothing I can do for you
It's the only way to make you happy
So I let go, let go, let go
So you can smile someday
So you can be happy
You took it one day at a time. Each one easier than the last. School started to get busier with exams and studying made for the perfect distractions. Minseo was always hesitant to leave you alone, so in your moments together you could tell that she was working over time to distract you from sadness.
But you were ok. Not great-but ok.
Soon enough a few months had passed, and Seungmin’s impression in your life almost felt like a fever dream. He was closer to a snowflake that had melted after the night. His presence fleeting, if you blinked you missed it. You hadn’t met his friends, he hadn’t met yours. The only photo you had together was a candid one you snuck at your apartment when he was playing your guitar and singing. Every so often you’d look at it just to remind yourself that he was real.
It still hurt like hell, not knowing. But despite everything you wished him well.
Minseo pulled you through the busy streets of Gangnam to get some shopping done, retail therapy was her coping mechanism. “Wanna go to the record store? Didn’t Day6 just have a comeback?”
You smiled “That is the best idea you’ve had all day~” you chimed dragging her inside.
“Hey I’m full of good ideas, you just don’t listen” she laughed.
You grabbed an album from the front display, before following Minseo toward the back of the store to do some shopping of her own. On your way to the back, another display caught your eye. Normally you walked right by all of the idol stuff, but there was something on the screen that called to you. Your eyes widened as you stood in almost a trance-like state looking at it. You only saw him for a second so you waited and waited to see if you were just losing it.
Minseo laughed seeing you watching the music video “Oh ho ho ho, look who fell to the dark side, I told you idols were mesmerizing, they’re pretty huh?” but her smile faltered seeing your eyes widened, she called your name again waving her hand in front of your face. “You ok?”
There he was again that fluffy hair, those soft twinkling eyes, and that gorgeous honey voice. “Seungmin...”
“What?” Minseo’s eyes widened seeing how sad you suddenly look. “Your Seungmin? Is Seungmin of Stray Kids?”
“Of what?” you looked at her, your eyes glazed over.
She walked over to the posters, flipping through the alphabetical catalog before turning it toward you. “Him?”
You set the Day6 album down before shaking your head in disbelief. “I...i need to go…” you stepped back, hurrying out of the store.
“Wait!” Minseo followed after you, grabbing your hand. “Don’t run and talk to me please.”
You turned to her, tears running down your face. “He lied to me…” you ran your hand through your hair. “That’s why he wouldn’t let me meet his friends or tell me where he worked or-Ugh!”
“Hey...How about we go to Dispatch?” Minseo chimed, holding your shoulders.
“What?” you furrowed your brows “The gossip magazine?”
“They’d probably pay pretty well for a story, I mean Stray Kids is in JYP-”
“No. Oh my god, No” you sighed. “I don’t want to hurt him. I just want to forget about this whole thing to be honest.” you hugged yourself. “I met an amazing guy, fell for him and then he dumped me, and now I found out that he’s probably lied about every single thing he’s told me. I just want to be done with this”
“But you hate idols-”
“And I don’t hate idols. I'm just not a fan…” you stopped yourself remembering that time in your apartment that Seungmin had brought up idols, and any other time he’d mentioned them and just dropped the conversation. You always thought that he was trying to come out as some fanboy but he never did. “I’m so stupid…”
“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to make you upset…” She frowned. “I was just trying to look out for you.”
“And I appreciate it...But despite everything I did love him...Lies and all...I’d never want to hurt him.”
“But he hurt you…”
“Please...Can we drop this…?”
“Fine...As your best friend, I shall drop this” she smiled. “But in return, you have to buy me ice cream” she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, leading you to the ice cream parlor.
“I get lied to and dumped but I have to buy you ice cream?” you laughed following along.
“Sucks huh? Well, I wasn’t the one who dated a hot idol, so ice cream is the least you can do to pay me for dealing with your drama” she grinned.
And as quickly as the seasons changed you finished your degree and graduated from your university. Over the past year, you had a lot of time to self reflect, often thinking back to your love. Admittedly you were pretty judgmental back then, and although you wouldn’t say you’ve become a fan of idols, you acknowledged their hard work. Occasionally you’d find yourself catching a Stray kids comeback or even adding a few of their songs to your playlist just to hear that beautiful voice that reminded you of a simpler time.
On this particular night, you and a few friends set up your instruments in downtown Hongdae for some Saturday night busking. Although you weren’t officially a band you all enjoyed playing together even if it was only a hobby.
Minseo sat across from you with her camera ready. “Go best friend!” she cheered.
You guys ran through a few songs, getting the crowd excited, loving just seeing the smiles on everyone's faces. But toward the end of your set you shifted gears a calmer song. You expected the crowd to disperse, knowing you were singing this song more so for yourself than anyone else. Your tone, heavy as you sang the heartbreaking lyrics.
Really, I loved you
That’s how much harder it is
I want to hate you
But I can’t so I hate you even more
To be honest
No matter how much I try
To erase you
I know I can’t, yeah
Your little tip jar filling as the song carried on. You strummed your guitar harder as you got to the bridge. Tears threaten to spill, but you just carried on. The crowd only got bigger as people recorded your performance.
Jeongin and Seungmin went down to Hongdae for dinner and to do some shopping when a familiar tune caught their attention. Jeongin smiled brightly “Hyung, someone singing Day6” he cheered, pushing him toward the crowd.
Rather it was fate, serendipity, or just plain luck that Seungmin saw you. You were no longer just a girl with an acoustic guitar, singing in front of a venue. Your voice was stronger, more confident, he felt every single word you sang. You smiled singing the sad lyrics as a tear streamed down your beautiful face.
Loved you
Because I want to forget you but I can’t
That’s why I want to forget you
Jeongin noticed Seungmin’s solemn expression. “Hyung..?” It was how he was looking at you that just made something click for him. Seungmin had that same expression on his face whenever he looked at your photo.
Watching as you finished your set you waived at everyone thanking them. You wiped your tears from your face, embarrassed that the song made you cry. You gave them the biggest and brightest smile, singing was always the most therapeutic thing for you to do, and they gave you that opportunity.
As you were about to turn away from them, you caught his gaze. All this time you wondered how you’d react if you ever got to see him again, but you just mirrored his smile.
“Hyung...Go talk to her.” Jeongin encouraged.
“I don’t really deserve to” he smiled to himself. “But she looks like she’s doing well.”
“But you’re not…”
“Jeongin...I’m fine”
Jeongin looked down and sighed. “Hyung...I’m...sorry...We forced you two to break up and you tried to smile and stuff but we knew you resented us for it.”
“You’re my family, I could never resent you...I was just sad I didn’t get to say goodbye properly. But she looks happy, and that’s all I wanted to know.”
“She just sang a heartbreak song while crying and you think she’s fine?” Jeongin sighed “You’ll thank me later” he jogged over to you.
And that was how you ended up on a walk with Seungmin in Hongdae park. The two of you awkwardly walking in silence for far too long. “I’m sorry…” Seungmin looked over to you, making your steps halt.
You fiddled with the wrapper of your finished ice cream cone. “For what? Dumping me over the phone while I waited for you in the rain? Or lying to me about being an idol?” you turned to him and raised a brow.
“I...Everything…” his shoulders slumped. “Hurting you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do…”
“Can I just ask you why?”
He took your hand leading you over to the bench to sit down. “I owe you a lot...But I’m going to start with an explanation…” He watched you, gathering the courage to continue with his side of the story. “The night of the Day6 I got permission to go alone, but they told me to keep a low profile. You didn’t know who I was and I didn’t want to just tell you I was an idol...and you didn’t even like them and I...I just wanted to be able to see you again.”
“But when we started seeing each other you should have told me, I thought you liked me but you couldn’t trust me to accept you”
“I didn’t want to ruin it.” he looked down. “When I was with you, I just felt so normal...Like if I wasn’t an idol this would have been my life...Don’t get me wrong, I love being an idol, and I love my team and my fans mean the world to me...But if there was a chance to go back and make the same decisions. There’s a small chance that I might have chosen to be a regular kid, a regular student and have a regular life…”
“How small?” you gave him a cheeky grin.
“Honestly like 5%” he chuckled “I really do love being a singer and I’m 95% sure that I would choose the path that leads to Stray Kids almost every time.”
“But I’m the 5%?” you smiled.
“You’re the 5%” he shrugged bashfully. “I’m digging my own grave aren’t I?” he laughed nervously.
“No, I appreciate it you’re being honest” you placed your hand on his, giving it a comforting pat.
“The path of Stray Kids still led me to you, so I’m sure I would always pick it.” he squeezed your hand. “And when we broke up…”
“You mean when you dumped me” you teased.
“I’m sorry...I really was on my way to go see you. And let's just say my team had a whole intervention. They had to put things in perspective for me…” He looked out across the park seeing a group of kids doing a cover dance and smiled fondly. “I loved every moment I spent with you, but I was under a dating ban, and getting caught could mean risking my group's whole career. And as much as I love you, they’re my brothers and-”
“You never told me you loved me.” you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Of course I love you...I’m sorry you didn’t know that...:” he brought your hand to his lips, gently placing a kiss.
“So what happens now?” you eyed him.
“Well...My dating ban was lifted…” he inched closer to you. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about you”
You grinned “Bold of you to assume that I’m single” Seeing the look on his face was priceless, he let go of your hand and panicked.
Of course, you wouldn’t be single, you were charming, bright and beautiful. “I-” he stuttered up until he saw you break out into a laugh, holding your stomach and throwing your head back. “I’m kidding” your smile could brighten a room.
“Let’s start over” he stood up and reached out to you “Hi I’m Seungmin, I’m an idol and my favorite band is Day6”
You took his hand in yours introducing yourself. “I just graduated, I like singing and Day6 is also my favorite band”
“Do you want to grab dinner with me?”
“I’d love to” he pulled you up, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I know we technically just started over but…” you stopped just taking him in again. You didn’t think it was possible but he really managed to become more handsome. You stared into his deep brown eyes before your gaze dropped to his lips again. His tongue darted out for a moment before retreating back to his mouth.
He smiled leaning him pressing his forehead against yours. “But what?” he smiled and pursed his lips playfully.
“Stop~” you whined, laughing into him, pressing your hand against his chest. “Just kiss me already”
His cheeks began to hurt from smiling so hard. He cupped your cheek, pulling you into the kiss. Your small hands gripped the front of his sweater, tugging him closer. His hands spanned over your cheek keeping you close. His kiss almost becoming desperate to make up for all the lost moments. He missed the softness of your skin, the faintest taste of mint on your lips, how you had to tiptoe to reach his lips, how you held him so tight. He missed all of it. He pulled away, peppering small kisses against your lips, his lashes fanning over your cheek.
You looked up at him, with the warmest and most loving eyes he’d ever seen. You were breathtaking. “I’m never going to let you go again…” he whispered, caressing your cheek.
End.
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And When He Smiles I Swear I Can’t Breathe
Alan Rubin x fem!Reader
Word count: 1,897
Fandom: Blues Brothers
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Blues Brothers characters or movies. This refers to Alan Rubin as a character in the movie, not the real Alan (although he obvsly played himself but you know what I mean)
I’d like to add that I made everyone of the band a few years younger (so the age gap between the reader and Alan isn’t that big), so he’s approx. in his early 30s.
Warnings: !!! IMPORTANT trigger warning mentions of physical abuse !!! also smut
Chapter VIII
It was already late and Alan was behind the wheel of his Mercedes, on his way home. He couldn’t stop thinking about Charlotte in so many ways and he was wondering if she’d be telling her parents about him right now or if she already had or maybe wouldn’t at all. He thought back about her father at the Chez Paul, not only about how he offended Alan but about the way he was with his family, which grew some serious concerns in Alan whether he shouldn’t have talked her into having that conversation. Maybe he should check on her?
Driving by, just to see if she was doing okay? He sighed, running his hand through his dark hair. He tried to distract himself and thought about today’s rehearsal and the new songs the boys were working on, when he realised he had forgotten some sheet music at the rehearsal room. It wasn’t any music for the band but for him privately that’s why he was keen on getting the sheets back as soon as possible. He turned right at the next junction to take a slight detour to catch the papers, which would also give him some extra time to decide whether he should pay Charlotte a visit or not.
As he entered the rehearsal room he did so without turning on the lights. Since he knew where he had left the sheets, the light from the corridor was enough for him. He grabbed the slips of paper and was already on his way out again, when he saw something moving in the corner. He slowly approached and felt relief but also concern, realising it was Charlotte. She was asleep, huddling, her small jacket covering her body. He got down on his hunches and stroke her forehead and hair carefully in order to wake her up. “Charlotte? Hey hun…” The girl slowly started to wake up and was surprised to see the trumpet player. “Alan? What are you doing here?”, she asked him, still sleepy. “I could ask you the same thing.” “I was sleeping.” “Why aren’t you home?” He rubbed his fingers, feeling some kind of dirt on them. He moved them to the small beam of light coming through the door and gasped. “Charlotte!” Alan immediately grabbed the girl and pulled her into the light to take a look at her. “What happened?” She had a raw wound on her temple, the blood not completely dry yet and a bruise on the other cheek. “Nothing, I-” “You’re calling this nothing?” “I fell down the stairs.” He took a moment to look into her eyes. “Was this your father?” Charlotte dropped her gaze. “C’mon hun, I’m taking you to the hospital.” “NO! No, please, it’s not that bad.” Alan pressed his lips together, “Alright but you’re not spending the night here, you will get some rest at my place. But me, no buts!” He carefully helped her up and got her into his car and to his flat, where she took place on his sofa. She looked tired and weary, her eyes red from crying, her mascara entirely smudged, she looked like a picture of misery. Alan got her glass of water and a wet towel to wash off the blood and smudge of her face. “That should do it for now.” He gave her a warm smile. “You can have the bed,” and nodded to the room next door. “I will take the sofa. And if you like you can change into this shirt, should be a lot more comfortable than…” Alan paused as Charlotte got up vacantly, grabbed the shirt and went next door. In the meanwhile he made out the sofa and got a blanket and a pillow for himself. He softly knocked at the door frame of the bed room and peeped his head in. “Do you need anything else?” “No, I’m fine, thanks Alan.” Charlotte sat on the bed. “Okay, I’ll be next door if you need me.” “Alan? Could you… would you, stay with me? I don’t wanna be alone.” “Of course.” He smiled at her again, and for the first time that night he got a smile back from her. The musician quickly turned off the lights in the living room and laid next to her in bed. Alan wasn’t exactly sure on how close she wanted him to be but eased as Charlotte moved herself close to him, resting her head on his chest. She nestled against him, squeezed him hard, so he put his arm around her in response. “I can’t help myself but think this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have talked you into this. Or at least be with you.”, tensed up he waited for a response but could only hear Charlotte’s soft breathing, the girl in is arm already asleep.
The next morning Charlotte woke up to the smell of coffee. Alan sat at her side with a mug in his hand. “Good morning”, he greeted her. “Did you sleep well?” Charlotte hummed satisfied, stretching herself. “Haven’t had a rest like this in months.” She looks absolutely gorgeous Alan thought to himself, even with those bruises. She had been wearing her hair up last night but the hair tie must have been slipped off over night, her beautiful curls now down to her shoulders. He hold the coffee out to her. “How are you feeling?” “Better actually. Thanks for looking after me. Would you mind if I took a shower?” “Of course not, towels are in the bath. How about breakfast after you’re done?” “Sounds great.”, she smiled and with that Charlotte hopped out of the bed and hurried to the bath.
After she turned off the tap, she could hear Alan was playing his trumpet. She wrapped a towel around herself and tiptoed to the living room. He didn’t noticed her, so she leaned against the door frame and watched him. Charlotte didn’t know the song he played but I sounded like heaven. Alan was so talented. How can he make a brass instrument sound so soft and mellow? Charlotte got lost in the lovely sounds and the sight of watching Alan. He looked so hot, his sexy lips interacting with his instrument and him being in total control. “Why did you stop?” “I didn’t see you standing there.”, he turned his head to face Charlotte. “Not absolutely happy with the way I played.” “You’re kidding? This was extraordinary. What is it called?” “It’s part of the solo in “You Don’t Know What Love Is”.” “It was beautiful.” “Yeah, I’m not sure.” Charlotte walked over to him and sat down on his lap. “What happened to the presumptuous Mr. Fabulous I met at the concert, who bursts with self-confidence?” She caressed his chest and planted a lingering kiss on his lips before she moved down, kissing his neck. Alan closed his eyes, savouring the moment, his hands slowly moving over her thigh to the towel wrapped around her desirable body. “I thought you’d like if I hold myself back, get out sweet Alan, lock away Mr. Fabulous.”, he chuckled about his own remark and couldn’t believe he just said that. “Mhm, nonsense.”, Charlotte whispered. “Let him out.” She started to kiss him on the lips again and pushed his hand under the towel. He let her have the lead for a moment before he kissed her back eagerly. He nibbled on her lower lip, then deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Until he ripped away the towel, grabbed both of her legs and lowered her on the table a few steps away. She laid back while he started to kiss her neck and moved on on to her shoulder and her breasts. He let his tongue flick over her hard and sensible nipple, a soft moan leaving her lips. Alan made his way down to her core, planting a kiss on her naked body every few inches. Charlotte shut her eyes until she felt his hot breath again her inner thigh and lady parts. She looked down and caught Alan’s eyes, which were staring intensely into hers. He kept watching her as his tongue slid against her fold and they hold eye contact as he buried his face between her legs. Charlotte bucked her hips when she felt his finger thrust inside her pussy, which was wet and dripping with their mixed juices. He added another finger and began curling them up so he could feel her warm walls. “You want me?”, Alan purred, “Yes, I do.”, Charlotte gasped. “I want you to say it.” “Mhm, I want you Alan, now. I want you to take me, please.” The trumpet player only grunted in response and quickly got rid of his trousers while Charlotte sat up and undid his shirt, running her hands over his chest. It was exactly like she imagined it. There was a bit of soft hair going down to his navel, broad and muscular shoulders and well defined pecs, he looked absolutely perfect. She hungrily looked at his length while giving it a few good pumps and strokes. He grabbed her cheek buts and positioned her in front of his throbbing cock, right at the edge of the table. The handsome musician crushed his lips on hers again, passionately, her arms encircling his neck and drawing him closer. In the heat he lined up his cock in front of her clit and pushed hard into her, catching Charlotte by surprise, causing her to whine. A deep moan left his mouth but he didn’t waste any time and started to thrust inside her. Holding her close, her ass in his hands he increased his tempo and Charlotte buried her head into shoulder. Both were a moaning mess and he could feel her walls clinching and become tighter around his thick cock, telling him she was close to climax. “Don’t come yet.”, he groaned, and grabbed one of her breasts, playing and pinching her nipples but Charlotte couldn’t hold it back anymore. “I-I can’t...”, she whined and her moans filled the air, they sounded heavenly to him, her walls pulsing because of the friction as she came hard on his cock. Coming down from her high, she tried to catch her breath “I’m so sorry.”, she panted. She quickly removed herself from his member and pushed him a few steps back to the chair, causing confusion in him. Her mouth met his dick, intending to finish him off orally. Charlotte ran her tongue along his shaft, then taking all of him into her mouth. She bobbed up her head up and down, swirling her tongue around his tip every time she went up. “Fuck.” he growled. “Wasn’t expecting this.” A little smirk escaping his lips. His moans became briefer and heavier as his cock twitched insider her mouth and he released his cum into her mouth. Charlotte eagerly swallowing his big load and licking off what was left on his length.
“You’re amazing you know that?”, he smiled down at her and quickly pulled her up into his lap again and into a tight hug, planting soft kisses on her shoulder. He picked up the towel and put it around her gently. “You still up for breakfast?” “I need it now more than ever.”, he laughed and they both got dressed before heading into the kitchen.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
#Alan Rubin x Reader#Alan Rubin x fem!Reader#Blues Brothers#blues brothers fanfiction#blues brothers fandom#Alan Rubibn
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Too Smart for Your Own Good: Part 1
Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader, (Past and Future) Henry Cavill x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, one night stand, unprotected sex
Word Count: 2,551
A/N: Doesn’t have a completed end yet, but just giving you more content to try to get myself out of a writing funk.
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“So there’s something you need to know about my cousin.” Ashleigh sighed as she took her ID back from the guard at the gate of your very exclusive Malibu community. Colson looked over at his best friend and manager as she ran her fingers through her hair and looked out the front window for a moment. With a small shake of her head, she looked over at him with a small sigh. “She’s weird, OK? And like… stupid rich.”
“Stupid rich.” He confirmed with a huff as the guard got off the phone with you and let your guests into the beach side development. “What, you got a fucking actor in your family I don’t know about, Ash?” Your cousin sighed again, trying to figure out just how to explain the one branch of her blood line no one really ever talked to or about.
“She discovered a new branch of stars and like micro planets and shit in the Milky Way that no one knew existed… when she was eleven.” Kels felt his jaw actually drop as his friend continued past the extravagant houses to the only gate guarded house at the very end of the road. “So her grandmother, Ann was the woman that invented the baby carrier in the 60’s for her son, my Uncle Negan, who is now the president of a motorcycle gang in LA- the Sanctuary? You heard of them?”
“Heard of ‘em.” He confirmed with a nod as he looked up at what he could see of the massive house through the slow moving bars of your personal gate.
“He married my mom’s sister, Lucille, and they had (Y/N). Aunt Lucille died in child birth, and Negan and my family got in a huge fight over who was a better fit to raise my cousin. With all the money that she was lined up to get, it was almost a sickening free for all for my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. But in the midst of the arguing, it turned out she was genius level smart. Like Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory was literally loosely based off her and she gets royalties off that shit. And after seeing all of the fighting going on over her for no reason, she convinced her dad to write us all off as a toddler. Which he happily did because he does anything his little girl asks him to do. She doesn’t talk to any of the older generations of my family but she talked to must of the cousins occasionally as long as they weren’t asking for money. Which, in the end, basically left me because I just see her as my cousin and not for her money.” Kels nodded his head slowly as Ashleigh parked her car and turned off the ignition.
“She’s an amazing person that has had one hell of a life because of her circumstances. Picked on for being rich, for being smart… for actually remembering her mother’s death. And it doesn’t help that her dad is in a gang or that he’s in prison for manslaughter or something like that.” Ashleigh shook her head again and grabbed her purse off the back seat to go inside. “She never had a chance. But I love coming up here when I come to town…”
“You better have my love child with you!” You shouted as you headed up the stairs on the side of your house that ran along the edge of the cliff which acted like a giant privacy wall for the left side your property. “Hi, I’m all sandy but still.”
“He’s with me.” Ash giggled as you wiped your hands off on your short jean shorts and stopped for only half a second to kiss her cheek. “I need a favor.”
“This is not favor town, Ash.” You said as you pulled open the back door to coo at your second cousin, Ashton. “This is Auntie love time! Hi munchkin!”
“(Y/N), this is Colson Baker, AKA Kels, or Machine Gun Kelly.”
“Kels is fine.” Colson said as you tossed Ashton up in the air a few inches to make him laugh.
“Mr. Baker works just as well.” You cooed to your cousin as you put him on your hip and turned to head inside. “Because I’m going to assume that the favor the pair of you need involves him, which leads me to deduce that this is a business transaction of some kind. You may either follow, or stand in my driveway all day, either option is acceptable in the world today. Freedoms and whatnot. Unless you are waiting for a formal invitation in which case, I’d be more than happy to write one up for you.”
“Her social skills with new people aren’t the best either.” Ashleigh whispered as low as she physically possibly could as she slung her bag over her shoulder and followed you toward the wrought iron gate at the entrance of your atrium. “But it’s better when you get to know her…”
“I can hear you talking shit, bitch.” You said evenly as you stopped and held the gate open for your guests. You gave the stranger to you a once over with your eyebrow raised as he passed by you and gave him a slight half nod. “I don’t see the purpose of small talk and sarcasm is the best defense in the world.”
“Small talk is over-rated.” Kels agreed as he, too, checked you out as shamelessly as you had. “Nice ink.”
“Save it.” You huffed with a smirk as you walked through the guest atrium and pushed open your ten foot tall, solid wood, pivot hinge front door to reveal the breathtaking view of the Pacific Ocean you had. “What do you need? Yes, I’m putting you down.” You giggled as you set Ashton down on the floor and reached down for his hand to lead him over so he could push the window button, which made the glass panels slide open like doors into the walls so he could play out in the little private yard you had.
“Well… OK, so every year…” Ashleigh started as you helped Ashton into his favorite swing. “…we put on this concert for Christmas called XXmas. It’s fuckin’ crazy and it’s been sold out the last few years easy. It’s a two hour long set and they do some local Cleveland rappers for openers. (Y/N), you gotta see it some time. I mean, the following that Kels has managed to create…”
“The concert is in two days.” Colson interrupted when he noticed the slight hint of annoyance on your face. “And my guitarist broke his arm in a car accident last night. Now, Ash says you’re some kinda musical genius or some shit and you’d be able to help…?”
“I have plans.” You stated evenly as you kept your eyes locked on the toddler in front of you.
“It’s one night.” Ashleigh breathed, pleadingly as she took a step closer to you so you’d almost be forced to look up at her. “One night and I can make sure you are on a plane back that night or early the next morning. I’ll even pay for a private jet out of my own pocket to get you back on time to see your dad for Christmas if I have to.” With an audible sigh, you looked up at your cousin with a small shake of your head.
“Fuck you.”
“I love you, too.” She beamed, knowing that you were never going to say no to helping her out. You rolled your eyes and growled as you continued to push your cousin.
“Alright, play your songs. Which ever ones you want me to know, start playing them before I change my mind.” Colson looked a little stunned and glanced over at Ashleigh, who quickly pulled out her phone and nodded.
“She has an eidetic memory. All she needs to do is hear it once and she can memorize it.”
“Changing my mind over here.” You joked, flatly as you shot her an annoyed glare. “And it’s too close to Christmas to fight with flights so I’ll hire a jet. Hope your tickets are refundable.”
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You choose to spend the four and a half hour flight sitting in the back of the private jet, with three different head phones in, listening to the full set list on repeat in your right ear, a narrated dissertation of someones research on further exploration of one of your original dissertations about the Milky Way’s cannibalism of surrounding stars in your left, and the feed back from your electric guitar in the head set you had over both ear buds. Your dad always told you you were crazy when you ‘nerded out’ like this, not being able to understand how you were able to have three different forms of audio stimulus going at the same time, nor how you could differentiate and focus on all three simultaneously. Even though you had your eyes closed, you could see the shift in the sun light in front of you and no matter how much you tried to ignore the feeling of eyes boring into your face, you couldn’t.
“This better be good.” You sighed as you pulled off your head set and pulled out both ear buds in an attempt to look civil.
“Three head phones?” Colson asked as you dropped the hardware in your lap and paused the two recordings on your phone.
“Keeping up with a dissertation from a colleague, listening to the set list, and messing around with it on my guitar.” You told him as you pointed to the corresponding head sets.
“Messing around with the set?” He asked as he scooted forward a bit in his chair and looked at the classic honey burst Les Paul on your lap. “Gunna share with the class?”
“Didn’t plan on it.” You responded as you tucked your legs up on the chair and held out one of the headphones. “But I’ll indulge all the same.” He nodded his head and put only one side over his ear while you handed him the other music headphone, put the original one in your ear, and pulled up the next track on the list. Your eyes closed again as the opening cords for ‘Rehab’ started playing, and you jumped right in with the riff that you had wrote in your head more to play for your father when you went to see him for Christmas.
“You wrote that?” Colson asked when you had finished. “You write music, too?!”
“No. No, I don’t.” You said quickly as you took back your headphones from him and put the extra ear bud away. “I… well, I remix songs. For my dad, mostly. When I go and visit… well I have a guitar there, and on nicer days, we sit outside and play name that tune. And I get my competitive side from him so I’ve gotten really good at recreating songs so that he can’t guess them but so they still sound like the original track.”
“So what’s he in for?” He asked innocently, which made you instantly stiffen and throw a wall up.
“Does it matter?” You retorted a little sharply. “He’s in prison.”
“Yo, my bad.” He said quickly as he held his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t know it was a touchy subject.” You nodded your head and glanced down at your lap as you started putting your headphones back in.
“Look, I’m not here to make friends, Mr. Baker. I’m here to help out some family, then I’m going home. That’s all. I don’t need friends…”
“Yea, you fucking got it.” He barked back as he got up from his chair to go back to his friends. With a shake of your head, you started your music and your paper back up, and slipped back into your anti-social bubble for a little bit longer.
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You had never been an adrenaline junkie in your life, having had enough experiences with the club, but as you stood on the stage, playing through the set, you actually started craving the feeling. The high that the crowd was creating, feeding your soul and the music pouring out of the speakers behind you. You felt like a total rock star and you were glad that this feeling was something that you would remember forever.
It hadn’t taken you long into the set for you to notice Kels either, and not just notice, but really notice him. How sexy he looked in his low slung red pants with his ethika boxers peeking out. You hated that you were turned on by this stupid punk… but fuck if you couldn’t help but want to fuck his brains out. Even if his kid was only a hundred feet away from you, even if you never planned on seeing or speaking to him ever again. You almost needed to be under his sweat drenched body as fast as you could or your head was going to explode.
“She smiles.” Colson teased when the last cords of the last song faded away in the auditorium. You smirked and pulled out your ear phones as you handed off Ace’s guitar to the stage hand.
“Occasionally. Only when I’m having a really good time.” He nodded his head and looked around for a moment before grabbing your arm and turning you toward a side stage door. “Colson…?”
“You… are driving me fucking crazy.” He growled as he locked the door behind him with a shake of his head. “And I want to be pissed off at you for being a bitch for no fucking reason… but fuck I wanna fuck you way to Goddamn bad.”
“Oh, fuck…” You moaned as he pushed you back against a shelving unit and quickly started ripping at your jean shorts button. “Kels… the crew… your daughter…”
“Guess I’ll just have to be quick then.” You whined at him as he shoved your bottoms off, and lifted you up off the floor by the backs of your thighs. He pushed his boxers and pants down only as far as he needed, and slid into you. Your eyes rolled back and you grabbed on to his shoulder and the shelving unit you were pressed up against. It was short, quick, and dirty, and you both got off within a couple minutes, but it was absolutely worth it… until it wasn’t.
“Thanks for helping out… and not just on stage…” Colson said, almost dismissively as you both pulled up your bottoms. You let out a huff and ran your fingers through your hair.
“Do me a favor and don’t even so much as think my fucking name ever again.” You snapped as you pushed past him and threw the door to the closet open. You walked quickly to the green room, grabbed your bag and your guitar case off the floor and pulled out your phone to call a cab as Ashleigh called out your name from across the room. As a lone tear fell down your cheek, you simply walked away from her, back through the stadium halls, and out the back door, leaving your brief lapse of judgement in the janitors closet behind you.
Part 2
#machine gun kelly x reader#mgk x reader#colson baker x reader#Henry Cavill x Reader#Too Smart for Your Own Good
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Survey #439
“all the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, outrun my gun”
Have you written a letter to a soldier? No.
Ever been in a perfect relationship? I thought so. But no, those don't exist.
The last song you listened to? "Broadcasting From Beyond" by Motionless In White.
Have you ever wished you could hurt somebody as much as they hurt you? I... have, but I don't wish that at all anymore.
Has a dentist ever screwed up on anything when working on you? No.
Would you rather be a successful writer or artist? Artist.
Who are you in love with? Nobody.
Does someone’s view on homosexuality affect how you feel about them in any way? It sure as fuck does.
How about someone’s view on religion? Nah. Well, usually. It depends on the beliefs themselves and to what extremity.
What is something you wear that others might consider unfashionable? Flipflops, like... year-round, lmao.
What kind of pill did you last take? It's called Lamictal, the catalyst for my primary mood stabilizer.
Do you like wearing glasses? No. I'd wear contacts if I had the patience and non-shaky hands.
What first comes to mind when thinking of 10th grade? Jason. -_- That's the year we started dating.
What’s the scariest thing that’s happened to you? A traumatic breakup.
Has an ambulance ever came to your house? Yes, for my mother.
The person you’re thinking about - what are you thinking about them? Well, because you mentioned him, I'm thinking about Jason and just how I fucked shit up 'n stuff.
How many different cars have you driven? Uhhhh I want to say two? But maybe just one?
Was the last person you hung out with single? I guess that would be my mom, in which case yes.
Have you ever attended a private school? My last college was a private school, yes.
Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No, and for that I am incredibly grateful.
Have you ever cooked for anyone other than yourself? Yeah. I've made scrambled eggs for my family before as breakfast, and I did the same for Sara, too.
Would you rather live in the city, the suburbs, or the rural area? Ugh, take me back to the middle of nowhere, please. :/
Do you know someone who is really ambidextrous? Sara!
Are you adopted? No.
Who was the last person that cried in your presence? Probably one of my nieces or nephew.
Can you write your name in a foreign language? Uh, I think? In the German alphabet, "y" isn't actually a letter, and my name is Brittany, so I'm not entirely sure if it would be spelled that same way or not, but I think so.
Who is the person you often go to for venting? My mom.
Was the last person you kissed male or female? Female.
Do you say “I love you” even when you don’t mean it? No. That shit can scar people (aka me) so goddamn deep when they don't mean it anymore.
What’s the one thing you regret more than anything? Things I wrote to Jason in letters after the breakup. I would literally give a limb (no, I'm not exaggerating) to take it back. There are times I actually do wonder if we would've gotten back together if I wasn't just... a bitter and ridiculously hurt fuck that took it all out on him.
Do you like vanilla? Yes.
Do you own a bean bag chair? No. I actually do want one for my extra room/"office," though, to read on.
Have you kissed any friends on your Facebook? Yeah.
Do you get snow where you live? Occasionally, but it's very rarely a lot.
What’s your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool Ranch.
Do you ever worry about what the world will be like when you have kids? Good thing I ain't havin' 'em.
Have you ever seen a hippo in person? Yes.
Do you like the band A Skylit Drive? I've actually only heard their "Love The Way You Lie" cover, which I do like.
Have you ever been to any professional sports games? Yeah, with my dad.
What’s the most boring sport to watch? Golf. But I don't particularly enjoy any.
Do you like lip rings on the opposite sex? MHMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
If you suddenly went deaf, what would be your most missed sound? Music.
Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? If I actually wanted a dog, a Rottweiler.
Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional, for sure.
Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Zoo.
Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? I know damn well I'd say yes to Jason in a heartbeat. Literally before even getting to know the current him. That's how emotionally attached I am to him, even with the trauma. I'd get back together with Sara if/when we both are more stable emotionally and with clear direction, which is mostly on my end now. I also don't think I'd be ready until one of us is able to move for the other.
Is there a certain quote you live by? No.
Do you have any tattoos? I have some, but not nearly enough. :(
Are you friends with the last person you kissed? She's my bestie! :')
Green or purple grapes? I don't really have much of a preference, so long as they're crisp.
What is your ringtone? Just something that came with the phone.
If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Fuck no.
What is something you wish you had more of? Adventure, for one.
Have you ever trusted someone too much? JASON. HOLY FUCK. It was FACT to me that we would, could, never break up. It just... wasn't possible in my head. It was like breaking the laws of the world. When he told me he loved me and would never leave, I believed that shit as if it was God himself promising that. I've never and will never trust someone like that ever again, because it wasn't healthy in the slightest.
Do you sleep with your window open? Noooo, that would freak me out.
Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? Yeah; Tyler had snakebites.
Did you go to high school with your current best friend? No; we live in different states.
Whose was the last funeral you attended? Ummm I'm actually not sure.
Do you avoid using public restrooms? Yes.
Do you like eggnog? Nooooo.
Who is the person you dislike the most? It's so fucking stupid... I know it is STILL the girl Jason dated after me. I don't even think they're together anymore, so why the fuck does it matter? I know NOTHING about this poor girl that just found someone she really liked and got dumped FOR THE SAME REASON AS ME. It shouldn't fucking matter, at all, but it still does in my head.
Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? No, because I don't have an income.
What is your favourite way to eat rice? As pork fried rice.
What is the longest relationship you’ve ever been in? Over 3 1/2 years with Jason.
Do you currently have any alarms set? No.
How many cars can fit in your driveway? Barely even two.
What was the first television show you were obsessed with? Pokemon.
Do you eat chili when you get a hotdog, or do you like it plain? I don't like chili.
Would you ever tell your mom about the things you’ve done sexually? Not EVERYTHING, no. I wouldn't tell her anything at all unless she asked. I don't like talking about that stuff.
Have you ever been in a car wreck? Yes.
Has anyone ever told you that they think you have ADHD? Yes, which was absolutely, utterly ridiculous.
Has anyone ever called you a sociopath before? No.
Has anyone ever taken your own clothes off you before? Yes.
Is there someone you want to kiss right now? Probably always will. -_-
Have you ever had a real tea party? Or been to one? Ha ha no, but my little sister used to love to have little ones with her Disney princesses plastic tea set. She would always ask Mom or me to have one with her.
Have you been called a tease? Only playfully.
Did you kiss the last person you really wanted to kiss? Yes.
Would you ever go to a protest or be involved in a protest? So long as it was peaceful, yes.
When playing rock, paper, scissors, which do you usually pick? Scissors.
Have you ever tried to write a book? Yes, when I was younger.
Have you ever been hit by a chunk of hail? No.
Is it true that if you don’t love yourself, you can’t love another? Absofuckinglutely not. I'm proof of that. That idea is such bullshit.
Do you share a bed with anyone? Just my cat.
Who is one very unique celebrity/musician/whatever that you love? MARKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
Could you handle babysitting two small children at once, such as two children under three years old? OH FUCK NO.
Would you say that people consider you a major flirt? Definitely not.
Do any of your friends have children? Yes.
Would you rather cry in public or make someone else cry in public? I would FAR rather cry myself. I would feel so, so bad for making someone else cry, not even just in public.
Would you rather re-live today forever or not live? Not live.
Would you rather be just rich or rich and famous? Just rich.
Who was the last person of the opposite sex to be in your bedroom? My nephew, I believe. He and Aubree wanted to see the snake.
What’s your favourite kind of Cap’N Crunch? The "All Berries" one.
What is your favourite Pepsi product? Mountain Dew.
Is the computer you’re using yours? Yes.
Do you get upset when a dog jumps on you? Not at all. I got used to that, and besides, it's cute to see them so excited.
Is there a video or computer game that you can get lost in for hours? World of Warcraft, sometimes. I usually play it daily, but there are some days where I just am not interested in it.
What do you like on your pizza? Meats and/or jalapenos.
Do you get breadsticks with your pizza? Mom usually gets 'em, yeah.
Did you ever have a waterbed? Yeah. Not one anyone slept on regularly, but just like, a plastic one or whatever the material was to sleep in if someone was staying over.
What toy from your childhood do you miss? I wish I didn't get rid of my big crocodile toy that I was obsessed with. :'( He was like the main character in the world I made up for him and his family.
Have you ever been to a rock concert? Yeah. \m/
What is your religion? None.
Do you like listening to love songs? Meh, I have to be in the mood, plus it depends on the song. A lot of them trigger me.
What is one meal that you like to eat while sick? I'm nervous to eat when I'm sick, so I mostly just have saltine crackers and ginger ale.
Have you ever fed bread to ducks or geese? Yeah, when I was a kid and didn't know it was bad for them and the water. I never would now.
The name of the last board game that you played? I think it was "Sorry!" with the kids.
Has anyone ever commented on your weight? I mean, doctors, but not in a judgmental, belittling way. Just in a way that expressed concern for my health.
Have you ever thought about joining the military? NOOOOOOOOOO.
Have you ever felt like you were going out of your mind? Yes. And I don't mean that as an exaggeration; I believe I've literally qualified as insane at a point after the breakup. I was so fucking delusional and desperate and just going in circles.
Are you ever jealous of happy couples? Meh, sometimes.
Lately, who has spent the most time on your mind? Take a guess. .-. It's been pretty bad lately.
Do you ever feel like someone would be disappointed to see your body or are you comfortable with your body enough where you don’t think that? I have a HORRIBLE body image. My body fucking disgusts me. I don't even like my mother seeing me get changed or anything like that. I don't want ANYBODY seeing me naked.
What is your favorite flavor of Monster? I don't like any that I've ever had a sip of.
Have you ever ran from the police? No. That never goes well.
Do you have any trophies? Yeah.
Do you like screamo music? No.
What does your wallet look like? It's a checkered Harley Quinn one.
Is there something nobody knows about you (and what)? Yes. Why would I share that if I don't want anyone to know?
Does your family have a secret? No.
Do you do anything to help the environment? We recycle. Mom also cuts up those plastic things that come with soda bottles packed together, as well as some other plastic wrappings. We are both disgusted by people who litter, so we avoid that. I also try to conserve water where I can, like by turning the sink off when I brush my teeth. There are other little things, but I wish I did even more.
Do you like to take pictures of yourself? FUCK NO. It is so rare I do that nowadays.
When/where are you most likely to sing? The car.
Would you ever wish to explore a cave? OH MY GOD, PLEEEEEAAAAASE <3
What is the most illegal thing you’ve done? Pirated an expensive editing software, oops. :x
Have you ever seen somebody get shot? LKJ;ALSDJFA;JWELKRJLW;Q NOOOOOOOOO.
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Twisted Sister Aftermath Review Part 2
And we are back! Sorry the last part was a bit meaty; I couldn’t really cut bits out and most of the relationship stuff could be covered in the first part. And with this part we move onto the more plot relevant sections. So, seeing as we are going to start on a bad note (you will soon see what I mean by that) let’s hop right in!
Plotly Plot Stuff
Unfortunately, we cannot go one Arc without going back to Mr. Polarising himself, Yasuke. If A Student Out of Time ever gets its own TV Tropes page, Yasuke will definitely get the ‘Base-Breaking Character’ trope to him, because yikes has this guy been debated among Anons. Heck even my original review of Yasuke caused some tension! And to address some of the criticisms I’m been getting about Yasuke being nothing like Byakuya…what I meant was that he is a good ‘Rival/Antagonistic’ character. The villains aren’t going to challenge the Quantum Crew’s views, they know they are bad and they are going to get punished. Tsurugi despite being touted as Hajime’s rival isn’t going to challenge him from a moral standpoint, it’s basically like Sae towards the Phantom Thieves, when one riles up society, the law is going to oppose, and as we know the law is evil, it kinda dampens Tsurugi’s viewpoint. Yasuke though, can challenge Hajime as he’s made Hajime think whether going a Pacifist playthrough is really the best way forward. Given how irredeemable some of the villains are, and that simply imprisoning them might not be good enough, it’s going to be a real test to see if the Quantum Crew can go forward without spilling any blood. Granted Yasuke’s morality is twisted as his only friend is Junko…who isn’t the best of influences, and he is narrow minded in thinking that because his girlfriend is invincible, not helped by how much of a Villain Sue she was in Despair Arc, which is another among many reasons why the anime was a piling hot piece of crap. I used Byakuya as a comparison because really the other rival characters are nothing like Yasuke, and I needed something to get my point across. But the best part about his appearance was the savage beatdown Umeko gave him for thinking that the Many Worlds theory is valid. See this is what I love about this blog, the Mod could just go the lazy option when it comes to time travel, but no they take the time to research a plethora of topics and all the research into quantum physics is so good, it’s like reading a better version of Game Theory. Again, the whole Yasuke Multiverse thing could have easily been avoided if the Mod decided to take a break and not write when they were tried, as it seems to be when the most questionable story choices come from, and used their revised idea of having Umeko toss some ideas to Hajime, Hajime thinking about the Many Worlds Theory and heck even using the fact he played the Zero Escape franchise to get a better idea of time travel so he thought he was SHIFTing, and then when he found out he was wrong, for Umeko to chew him out. Anyway, that’s enough talking about Yasuke, I hope I don’t have to touch this jackarse again in a while, I don’t like him, you don’t like him, the Mod doesn’t like him and pretty sure 95% of Anons reading this don’t like him and just talking about him stresses me out.
Umeko wasn’t the only person to throw punches at Yasuke though because Chiaki had a few choice words to say to him as well. And while Umeko is more of ‘Your knowledge of quantum physics is BS’ Chiaki is more from a morality standpoint that she is very sus about Yasuke’s role in the mess. And think about it, he’s been sus of Hajime and co for a while now, we only have his word that Junko doesn’t know, and that ain’t good enough, and it seems the only reason why Yasuke wants to ‘help’ the Quantum Crew out is because they claim his original plan with Junko fails and he wants to ensure there is no chance that the Mindwipe process once he perfects it on Kanade can be done flawlessly with Junko. And again, Yasuke could be secretly involved in the whole plan because the one thing that for many of us is a concern regarding Kanade’s kit to start a school massacre is the BCI containing intel on Class 77-B. You can make an argument about Junko being involved with the other stuff, her analytic talent would have allowed her to create the complicated chemical formula for the addictive, as a model Junko is loaded so she has plenty of money to spend on stuff such as experimental armour on the black market, and her darling sister could have provided the combat data. Yasuke was in Hope’s Peak and would have known that Hibiki came to Hope’s Peak after Kanade was arrested and bonded with Class 77-B. Bear in mind as soon as Junko saw the news that Kanade was arrested, her first response was to call Juu and said she has plans for Kanade but they can wait for now. Obviously, Junko was waiting to see what was going on regarding Kasugano and wanted to test him by seeing how easy or hard he is to break. People often debate why Junko converted Class 77-B and not her own class but I think the reason why she went after them is because of how unified Class 77-B are. As we learn more about other Hope’s Peak classes it becomes clear just how much of an anomaly Class 77-B are in the regards that they are all friends with each other, and have a high level of hope, which of course Junko due to her desire of a challenge went to break them as sending that class into despair would give her the ultimate satisfaction, even more so than her own class. I think Yasuke isn’t going to be talked about for a while because his very presence stresses people out and after how much the Mod was savaged from their last usage of him, they are going to have to seriously rethink how to use Yasuke in a way that doesn’t cause a scrum debate among us Anons.
Still Yasuke did raise a fair point that against someone with no morals like Junko, the Quatern Crew are going to be hard pressed to keep their ‘Thou shall not Kill’ policy. While Hajime claims he has beaten Junko before in the OG timeline and will do so again in the various times Junko has lost, she has played by her own rules and allows room for failure in her plans, because due to how much of a despair fetish she has, the prospect of losing and tasting the despair of losing is too tempting for her. But if Junko realises that Hajime is hell-bend on standing against her, and that the very laws of time are against her, Junko might just go ‘fuck it’ and forgo that prospect of failure and become, much, much more dangerous as a result. Chiaki’s response to this is simple, they just need to expand their ranks and hire more people. In other words, it’s time for the entirety of Class 77-B to know. To some this is a case of ‘about time!’ But there was a reason why Hajime didn’t want to involve the class. He wasn’t aware on how much history can be changed, and as soon as he discovered he can change the timeline, he also became aware that fate is actively working against him, and the more he fights against it, the bigger the backlash. The last thing Hajime wants is his only friends, Class 77-B, to be hurt due to ripple effects of the Ankle Effect. While half of Class 77-B knew, Hajime didn’t go out of his way to tell them, they either forced Hajime to tell them, or they got caught up in one of Hajime’s plans and he had no choice but to tell them. Chiaki got sus of Hajime when he saved Natsumi and Sato and thus he had to spill, Mikan overheard Hajime and Chiaki talking to Umeko about the future, and the only reason Hajime told her is because he knew there was a risk that Umeko could accidently expose Hajime. Sonia and Gundham went to the Melody Rhythm Concert on their own separate investigation because Koroko and Yoruko was talking about serial killers in order to help get intel into Kanade’s mindset, Sonia got sus about all the mysterious deaths around the Otonokoji Twins, and thus got caught up in Hajime’s plan to save Hibiki and stop Kanade. Mahiru and Hiyoko were investigating Kasugano when they got kidnapped by Junya and Haiji, and Fuyuhiko and Peko were the only ones brought in because Hajime needed extra muscle to deal with the traffickers. And it is becoming apparent that changing the future is a task too large for one person as without the help of his fellow time travellers, his classmates that know, Void, and other allies, Hajime wouldn’t have achieved all the victories that the Quantum Crew have enjoyed. And given that Kanade tried to kill them all, its something they cannot hide from their friends anymore and thus its time to spill the truth.
This of course means that the rest of Class 77-B (Teruteru, Imposter, Ibuki, Nekomaru, Nagito, Kazuichi and the Canon Akane) get to meet Void, Another Akane and Sora for the first time. The interactions between them are both sweet and bitter. Sweet because all the Class 77-B interactions are wholesome, Nekomaru and Maku are developing a bromance similar to what Maku enjoyed with Shinji in SDAR2, Akane is done to have a scrap with Maku, Kazuichi is simping for Emma, I hope that doesn’t last, Iroha is fawning over the Imposter, Taira and Teruteru dosed Pornhub, and Kazuichi and Chisa are amazed that Sora exists. But also, bitter because if you noticed, I didn’t mention Nikei. And that’s for a good reason as Nikei didn’t really interact with the rest of Class 77-B, his only interaction is helping Mahiru getting the two horny members (you know who they are) away from each other. We could have had at least an interaction between him and Ibuki as those two actually met before, but nope. This is a clear example on how the other Void members have become comfortable around Class 77-B and warmly welcomed the other class members with open arms and yet Nikei is still gated off. Clearly our Reporter friend here is going for a slow burn character development but one that hopefully will pay off in the end because I will cry rivers of joy when Nikei finally becomes comfortable around Class 77-B. Oh yeah forgot to mention, Chisa and Juzo are in the truth meeting as well. I was wondering if they would be told but it makes sense to tell them as they alongside Kyousuke are doing an internal investigation into the dark under dealings of Hope’s Peak and in Despair Arc came the closest to foiling Junko’s plans to despair bomb the planet. They failed because A) it’s a shitty prequel anime and Junko is a Villain Sue in this and B) she brainwashed Chisa and blackmailed Juzo with his feelings towards Kyousuke dosed with a lot of homophobia, because we didn’t need any more reasons to hate Junko already. Once all the fuzzy feelings are done, the truth is spilled and everyone is horrified, as you would if you found out that in a couple of years’ time the world would end, you are the reason the world ended and you were basically turned into some Anarchist Model’s mind slaves. Naturally some are a little hesitant to accept it, but at the end of the day, its their friends at the end of the day, they didn’t tell them not because they didn’t trust them but because they didn’t need to know and they didn’t want themselves to be hurt by the forces they are up against. Its unclear how many are official Quantum Crew members or just allies, as knowing the truth about the future and being a Quantum Crew member are two different things. Natsumi, Sato, Fuyuhiko, Peko and Mahiru were all offered the chance of membership and they refused for their own reasons, but they didn’t rule out helping the Quantum Crew out if they need their help. Koroko and Kyoji aren’t official Quantum Crew members and yet they pull some serious weight in regards to the various missions the Quantum Crew go on. Chisa and Juzo agree to help as well, and Kyousuke is being left in the dark because he would go and try to kill Junko and we know from experience how well THAT would go. Spoilers: Not very well, just ask OG Juzo and OG Nagito.
Speaking of Kanye West Sans from Undertale on the Nintendo DS, Iroha started to chat up to him as she’s dating Makoto and he’s going to be Class 78’s Lucky Student if nothing changes about his Worst Day Ever, and Nagito drops a bombshell that Kanata is being upgraded from Class 79 student, to Class 78 student! Ever since Toko was sent to the mental hospital and thus means she could never become a member of Class 78, which was already a small class, debate ranged on who would replace Toko, if it was going only be 15 students, or if someone like Hibiki or one of the Voids would replace Toko. Welp the answer is that Kanata is replacing Toko. That’s going to be interesting because I would love to see how Kanata interacts with the rest of Class 78, especially those like Chihiro and Aoi. Obviously, she would be at great risk because she would be in the same class as the Despair Twins but that cannot be helped. But Kanata moving to Class 78 means there is a gap in Class 79. Now this obviously depends if there ever IS a Class 79 because ideally the school will be open as long as Junko is at large but once she is caught and defeated, the next step would be to expose Hope’s Peak, which would be easy because here’s a hint, what did Hajime promise to Nikei to get him on board with helping him in the first place? But call me pessimistic but someone like Junko, the main villain of Danganronpa isn’t going to be caught in a year, and depending how long it takes to defeat Junko, Class 79 might get formed before Junko is defeated. We obviously have a gap, and it depends if say Hibiki goes back to high school and gets scouted for Class 79 because I doubt while all the Voids would be eligible then for Class 79 (Reason why not all would be eligible for Class 78 is because Iroha is a year younger then the other Voids. The Voids as a whole are the same age as the Trigger-Happy Havoc cast, so Iroha is basically similar age to Class 79) That’s something to be tackled another time though.
One last thing before the Arc concludes and it’s the biggest bombshell of them all. So, one might ask, what is bigger than Kanata being part of Class 78? Here’s a simple answer; how about that being a time traveller isn’t the only way to remember the future? Remember when Mikako came to visit her mother? Turned out it wasn’t just a curtsy visit as ever since Mikako had her brain surgery, she’s been having recurring nightmares and the worrying thing about those nightmares is…they are memories of the OG timeline. She drew a picture of Monokuma, which is something that shouldn’t be possible as Junko didn’t come up with the design of Monokuma until she arrived at Hope’s Peak, and the robot version of Monokuma was only made by Junko influencing Monaca, which given that Monaca is more under the influence of the Quantum Crew, means that the Dis Bear more or less is non-existent in this universe. The nightmares are only the start though as before Mikako had her surgery, she met Kanata because Kanata’s adoptive father is the one who did the surgery to remove Mikako’s brain implant, and Mikako noted that Kanata felt familiar, which if Mikako was getting memories of the OG timeline, she should as Kanata was a classmate of hers. Now that Kanata is part of Class 78, she would no longer be a classmate and Mikako also remembered the Massacre timeline as she thanked Koroko before leaving with Yamato for saving her life, which again she shouldn’t have known as that only happened in the Massacre timeline which no longer exists. Mikako didn’t recognize anyone in the nightmares expect for Yamato obviously, but when shown pictures of future Class 79 members like Akane Taira, she noted of them being familiar. So, WTF is going on? I’ll be clear, I don’t think Mikako is a time traveller or a time traveller in the making. If she was, Umeko would have detected that and she didn’t. But what is clear is somehow Mikako is getting memories of other timelines. My best theory is a few factors. Firstly, being the future Ultimate Exorcist, Mikako possesses spiritual powers and maybe said powers provide some immunity to resets, which means that if Hajime has to go up against an enemy who has supernatural abilities, he has to be careful with resetting as its not just time travellers who can remember. Secondly, in the OG timeline, Yamato managed to develop a solution to reserve the memory wiping that Junko and Yasuke invented, and he used it on himself and Mikako. Granted, said machine wasn’t perfect and it did have side effects, Mikako’s emotions got supressed and she had difficulty expressing them and Yamato’s speech patterns got fucked up, but Yamato isn’t experiencing the nightmares like Mikako is. This obviously requires some investigating and probably another goal for the QC to explore in the next arc, but if other characters aside from time travellers can remember the other timelines, it can be both a boon as it means more allies and a bane because all we need is one villainous character to have this ability and then shit will hit the fan. Bonus points if it happens to be Junko. My big worry for Mikako though is that in DRA Mikako gets framed for Yamato’s murder by Monokuma, and he rigged the trial so that Mikako would be executed, forcing her to take poison so that Monokuma won’t get the pleasure of killing her himself, didn’t stop a spiteful Monokuma from executing her corpse though. Her death was on her terms but still recalling being poisoned to death, as Hajime can tell you is very unpleasant and something that Mikako is going to not enjoy dreaming in the slightest.
And with that we have finished Twisted Sister Aftermath! It was lengthier than I wanted but coming off from a plot heavy arc and being basically the spill over from that, it cannot be helped. I will give this a C overall. Normally I would give it a B because it’s not as intense as the previous Arc but the mere presence of Yasuke and the fact that I could see that most of this Arc was the Mod try to remedy their terrible inclusion of him from the previous Arc knocked it down a few points. At least the Mod learnt that you do not write plot when sleep deprived or lacking in energy, as its when the worser aspects of the story tend to be manifested from. Next Arc should be much chiller in tone and I just hope I can cram everything into one submission there. Nikei’s bemoaning that his article about Kanade’s death being too long speaks to me on a personal level. I hope you enjoy this review everyone and see you next time when we hopefully finish with a chiller Arc, and happy Holidays because I believe by the time the next Arc finishes, Christmas would be behind us! -Review Anon
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I Was Never Really Good at Waiting (Sugawara X Reader) Chapter 9
- It was your last year in highschool, everything had been going smoothly until you got assigned the new teacher. Sugawara Koushi was handsome, maybe too handsome for his own good. Be he wasn't flirting with you right, teachers shouldn't do that....I guess we will see where this year goes.
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He didn’t want to see you today. He didn’t want to see you standing outside of his classroom door with Yoshiki. He didn’t want to see you smiling at him, the sparkle in your eye when he told you a joke. The blush on your cheeks when he adjusted your tie for you, hand lingering on the material far too long. Your small hand on his arm as your friends joined you, their eyes lighting up as you both talked to them, most likely sharing the good news. Sugawara watched you hug Yoshiki goodbye once the bell rang, squeezing him at the last second before parting ways. At least it was finally over.
You immediately walked over to Sugawara’s desk, a smile pulling at your cheeks as you reached for the attendance papers. “Good morning Sugawara-senpai. I hope you had a good night.” You lingered next to his desk as you checked off each student's name, trying to elongate the small moment you had with the man.
Your mood had completely shifted this morning, a stark contrast to the dark cloud that trailed you yesterday. Yoshiki had sat up with you last night, listening to you talk about everything that had happened between you and Sugawara so far. You confessed that you were ready to give up hope, but he couldn’t disagree more. Yoshiki had convinced you that it was worthwhile to try once more. But to take things slow.
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“Maybe he just doesn’t know what to do. It's kind of new territory, the whole liking a student thing. I mean, he clearly likes you. I knew that before you even said anything. Maybe just slow it down, try the whole friend thing first.” Yoshiki looked up at the phone camera as he flipped the page of his textbook.
“Friend thing? Do you really think that will work? Wouldn’t it just be weird to see a teacher and a student hanging out in general?” You picked up your phone, walking with it to the kitchen.
“I mean, you kind of hang out with him anyways don’t you. He just lets you sit in his office, he walks with you to practice when you see him after school. He gave you a ride home. Plus didn’t he just give you his phone number? I don’t know, that just seems like he’s asking you to talk to outside of school.” Yoshiki continued on with his homework, his forehead only visible on the chat screen.
“When you say it all out loud it does kinda sound like that…” You had now propped the phone up on the wall, sitting down at your own table to work on homework.
“Just be sweet to him, then when you have that concert you can ask him to dinner beforehand. You sneak into dive bars with the band all the time and never get carded, so it shouldn’t be that hard to find a place where no one will see you two together.” Yoshiki peaked up at the phone, his face taking up the entirety of the screen.
“I should have just come to you about this earlier...the all knowing egghead.” You giggled, Yoshiki’s brows knitting together.
“I’m the egghead? You're the one who can’t pick a normal crush. You're like the worst kind of teacher's pet.” He snorted, picking up the phone as he sat back on his bed.
You gasped, placing your hand on your chest. “That was a compliment you jerk!” It wasn’t, and he was kind of right.
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It made Sugawara mad. The way you looked at him, it made all the negative thoughts melt away. You happy, that smile on your face. That was all it took for him to forget why he was even upset in the first place. But once you looked away it all came rushing back. The anger, the jealousy, the regret, it was becoming too much.
For that reason he avoided your eyes, he wanted to remember those feels. If he kept indulging you, feeding into you. He would end up giving in. It was time to move on, to let you be a normal student with a normal love interest.
If having two periods with you wasn’t hard enough, now he had to watch Yoshiki while he not so sneakily texted you under the desk. He had hid it well enough yesterday, but he was careless today. The phone set in his lap as he smiled down at his hands. Sure most students used their phones in class, even you did it from time to time. But at least you had the decency to pay attention when he was teaching.
He was at his wits end with the boy, his phone buzzing on the desk beside him.
Sugawara walked over to Yoshiki’s desk, arms folded against his chest. “I've been patient long enough, give me the phone.” He opened his hand, waiting for the device.
Yoshiki’s face dropped, he had never seen Sugawara so mad. He placed the phone in Sugawara's hand, mumbling a short apology as Sugawara placed the phone in his pocket..
“You can get it from the front office at the end of the day, don’t let me catch you with it out in my period again.” He made his way back to the front of the room, the students silent as he continued on with the lesson.
Soon after the lunch bell rang and the students dispersed into the hallway. Sugawara waited for the last of the students to leave before walking to his office. He had been using the hallway entrance, it was something he did often to avoid the girls.
Everyday at lunch a few girls would wait in his classroom for him to return from his previous period. They would ask him silly questions, maybe give him a few gifts. It was endearing at first, but now just a hassle. They impeded on his tutoring time with other students, scared students away from asking for help, even harassed the ones he greeted in the hallways. It had gotten to the point that he would lock the classroom door during lunch, just to get away from it all for an hour.
Your extra time spent with Sugawara didn’t go unnoticed, these girls would inconvenience you well. Stealing your slippers, leaving oddly threatening notes in your desk, one day going as far as hiding your warm up bag for volleyball practice.
You tried to pay it no mind, it was after all just child's play to you. Obsessive girls targeting you over extra tutoring time. But today they seemed to be particularly ruthless.
You had come to school with your slippers stolen again, something you had gotten used to. But sadly you didn’t have enough money for a new pair, your funds depleted from the previous purchases. Lucky for you Yoshiki had extra in his locker, a backup in case he forgot his in the gym lockers.
He had warned you they would be big, but you had not expected them to look so oversized. It was funny really, they were like paddles on your little feet, three sizes too large.
You and Yoshiki laughed the whole way up the stairs and down the hall to your classroom. Him kicking at the overhanging back ends as you pushed them back onto your feet. Yua and Hiroto hadn’t been too far behind, watching you duck walk up the stairs as they fought to muffle their laughter.
You had expected Sugawara to laugh as well, or atleast notice the difference as you shuffled into the classroom. But he didn’t, he wouldn’t even look your way.
Next your bag went missing. You had looked high and low for it, confused as to where you could have left it in the short time before school started. Hiroto had found it in the dumpster during physical ed, contents dumped before they threw it inside. You had spent most of the period fishing your items out. Ultimately giving up as you pulled the now wet notebooks from the pile.
Now it was lunch and your bento was missing.
“We can all share F/N-chan. I’m sure it was the same people who’ve been harassing you all week.”Yua took off the lid to her box, splitting her pork cutlet in two.
“No, I think I know who has it. I’ll be back.” You stood up from the lunch table, walking past Yoshiki and Hiroto as you exited the lunch hall.
Hina always ate lunch in the classroom with her friends. Hovering outside Sugawara’s office just waiting for him to come out. To no surprise she was sitting at her desk eating, her friends talking about the newest romance movie when you walked in.
“Hina, i’m done. Give me back my bento.” You were tired of the games. It was time you started standing up for yourself.
Hina gasped in shock at your sudden declaration. “F/N-chan, I have no clue what you're talking about.” Her friends giggled as they watched.
“I’m not stupid, you’ve been stealing my shit all week. Just give me it back and i’ll leave.” You took a few steps forward towards the desk.
Her friends only laughed as she pulled your bento out of her bag. “F/N, I don’t know what you're talking about.” She deadpanned, opening the lid.
“Hina, give me back my fucking lunch, now!” You slammed your hands on the desk, leaning over the girl.
She was taken aback by your harsh tone. She hadn’t expected you to actually stand up to her.
“What is going on?” Sugawara had come out of his office, hearing your sudden outburst from behind the door.
You looked between them, it wasn’t worth it anymore. “You know what Hina, keep it. But I should warn you it's an egg roll. I know you're allergic.”
She looked down at your box, pushing it away with her chopstick.
You flashed your middle finger her way, wiggling it at her before walking out the door.
“L/N-san!” Sugawara started after you, stopping at the door.
“Sensei, She just came in here yelling at me!” Hina cried, pouting at her desk.
Sugawara turned around, looking down at the desk. He saw your bento box sitting next to her own. The same box you always had when you walked to lunch with your friends. “Get out of my classroom.” Sugawara was curt, pointing towards the door. He pulled the box out of her hands as she left with her friends, scowling at the group of girls. “I really don’t like teenagers.’’
For the remainder of the day Hina and her accomplice Saemi were missing from class. Not that you minded, it was easier to concentrate on your work when those two weren’t snickering in the back of class.
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You were doing lab work with Hiroto when Sugawara came by your table. “How is it coming, are you guys figuring out the chemical formulas ok?” He leaned over your shoulder, sliding your worksheet closer. “You have the correct work, but you're writing all these backwards.” Sugawara shook his head, chuckling.
“I told you, now my answers are wrong too.” Hiroto was now vigorously erasing his own paper.
Sugawara cocked an eyebrow at him.“Just because you're sharing a lab table, doesn't mean you should be sharing your answers. Do your own work.” He poked Hiroto’s head with his pen before walking over to the next table.
You finished soon after, handing your work in at his desk.
“L/N-san, hold on for a second.” He pulled your paper out of the pile, looking over your work. “Yoshiki stayed late yesterday, did he wait for you?”
His question caught you off guard, his eyes glued on your worksheet as you stared at him.
“Yeah, we talked after school about some things. How did you know he stayed after school yesterday?” You shifted back and forth on your heels, watching as he set down your paper.
“Things?” He turned his head, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
“Yeah, we talked about being friends again…” You looked up at the bell as it rang, turning your gaze back to him as he stood up with his bag.
“Your work looks good.” He patted your head, leaving for his next class. He couldn’t help but smile as he walked down the hallway. “Just friends, they are just friends. And I got so worked up over seeing her with him. I really am losing it.”
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The final bell rang and you packed up your belongings to start cleaning. The assigned group would switch each day, and today was your group's turn. You were wiping down the chalk board when Sugawara walked in, the other students already gone for their activities.
“Do you need me to open the hallways closet for you?” He jingled the keys in his hand as you gathered up the brooms.
“Yes please.” You smiled, watching him pick up the pile of chalkboard erasers. You led the way to the closet, him following close behind.
“Here, watch out and i’ll unlock it.” Sugawara moved the bundle to one arm, unlocking the door. With a twist he pushed it open, walking inside.
You hung up the brooms behind him, clipping them into place. Sugawara dumping the dirty erasers into a bin on the ground.
“Thank you sensei, but now your shirt is all dusty.” You giggled, pointing to the white marks on his shirt.
He attempted to wipe the dust off, shaking his head at the mess he had made. “Everytime…”
“Here, I have an idea.” You took a towel from a stack on the shelves, walking back to the classroom. You wet the towel with your water bottle, motioning for him to come over to you. Once he was in arms length you grabbed at the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer. You dabbed at the discolored spot, the stain only getting darker.
“I don’t think this is working F/N-chan...” He frowned, holding out his shirt.
“Maybe not.” You giggled, looking up at the pouting man.
His eyes stopped on your own, your laughter dying down as you gave him a soft smile. His train of thought derailing as he lost himself in the soft hues. Silent, completely content as he grinned back.
“Oh, I have something of yours!” He blushed, yelling suddenly. He held a hand out, walking to his office.
You listened to him open and close a few drawers, walking back out with your bento box in hand.“You got it back from Hina, thank you sensei.” You took the box from his hands, giving him a grateful smile.
“It’s no big deal, but if she keeps harassing you, come tell me. I’m not going to tolerate that in my classroom.” He was stern, his hands on his hips.
You couldn’t help but giggle, he really didn’t look that menacing standing like that.
Sugawara looked at his watch, eyes going wide. “My meeting is going to start soon. You need to go to practice!” He pushed you towards the door, your feet dragging as you looked back at him.
“Meeting?” You questioned, turning around as he shoved you into the hallway.
“I have a meeting with the board of directors regarding some curriculum changes, very busy. You have a good practice.” He gave you an awkward thumbs up before shutting the classroom door in your face.
“You are so strange.” You mumbled to yourself, leaving for the gymnasium.
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“Late again.” Semi scolded you as you made your way into the gym.
“I had to clean, I'm always late when I clean. You're always late when you're talking to your boyfriend and I don’t say anything.” You teased as you joined the group at the base of the hill.
Coach Irihata waited for you to line up, blowing his whistle to start the warm up run.
“How do I know you're not talking to yours?” She laughed back as she ran past you.
“Because she can’t get a boyfriend! They all run away when they see Oikawa-senpai!” Yami chuckled as she passed you.
You picked up your pace, yelling after them.
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Stepping back into the gym you collapsed onto the hard floor.
“You can tease me about my boyfriend when you can beat me back to the gym.” Semi smirked as she handed you a water bottle.
“Oikawa-senpai only taught me three things, serving, setting, and the value of quiet time.” You rolled over on your stomach, watching her walk over to the ball cart.
“That's a lie, you run away so fast when you see him come to practice.” Yua laughed as she stepped over top of you.
“There’s a difference, that's for survival.” Yami chuckled as she peeled you off the floor.
“Come on, digging drills. Go line up, first years up front.” Coach Irihata walked into the gym with the last of the team.
You looked at Yumi before groaning, resulting in a loud whistle behind you. “Coach Irihata, you're going to give me a heart attack if you keep doing that!” You frowned as you wiggled a finger in your ringing ear.
“That's the highest i've seen you jump, maybe I should do it again?” He brought the whistle up to his mouth again with an amused smile.
You crinkle your nose at him before falling in line.
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“The gym looks good, go ahead and pack up. Good practice today girls, get some rest tonight!” Your coach gave you a pat on the back as you grabbed your gym bag.
“Wanna walk home with us? We might stop by the convenience store for some popsicles on the way.” Yua leaned against you on the way to the locker room.
“The train station is the opposite way and I want to make it home to watch the pilot episode of that new romantic drama.” You had waited months for them to announce the spin off to your favorite show, missing it wasn’t an option.
The team groaned in unison, Yua rolling her eyes. “Yeah, you have fun with that.”
You got dressed in your uniform waving goodbye to your teammates as they left for the night. Soon you were the last one left in the locker room.
You packed up your school bag before locking your gym locker. Making your way out of the gym, you shut off the lights and closed the door behind you. You started down the path to the courtyard, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. You walked along the stone path towards the school gates, passing the mostly dark school building.
“Huh, Sugawara- senpai is still here, he must still be in his meeting.” You looked up at the lit window of his office, his blinds slightly shut.
“Hey.”
You turned around at the sudden call, Hina and her friends making their way towards you. “Hey…” You answered, looking over the group.
“You know, you have some nerve embarrassing me in front of Suga-senpai like that.” She poked a finger into your chest, looking you up and down.
You perserd your lips at her. “Maybe you shouldn’t steal other people's things like a child Hina, that's embarrassing enough as it is.”
She gritted her teeth at your response.
“If that's all, i’m going to go home. No hurt feelings ok?” You raised your hands in defense before turning around.
Someone pushed you hard from behind sending you flying to the ground. You hit it hard, scrapping your hands as you tried to catch yourself. You looked up at Hina as she leaned towards you, her fist connecting with your head. She shifted her weight to your chest as she sat on top of you. Hit after hit pushed you back against the cold ground as you tried to throw her off of you. You forced your hands up to shield your face, trying to lessen the blows.
“He doesn’t like you, he’s mine!” She screamed at you as she beat her fists against your forearms.
One of her friends came up behind her, lifting her off of you before pulling her towards the road. They made a run for it as you sat up, trying to get a grasp on your spinning head. You looked around the empty school grounds, your palms throbbing under you. You peeled them off the pavement, gravel sticking to the blood soaked cuts that crossed the bruising skin. The open cuts stung as you wiped them on your skirt, thin streaks of red staining the fabric. You pushed yourself off the ground, trying to stand up on your shaky legs. Your knees burned as you walked, the skin pulling against the rips in your tights with each step.
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“I just don’t think we should cut these books from the curriculum. Yes I know i’m not a language arts teacher but these books are important for these kids. They teach important lessons, even if they are controversial.” Sugawara had been arguing with the board for most of the night, it was his one chance to convince them.
A soft knock sounded on his office door. His attention turned away from the bright monitor. A soft voice spoke from the other side “Senpai?”, it was you.
“One second please.” He sighed, getting up to unlock the door.
“L/N-san, I told you I was busy today. We can go over your homework in the morning.” He opened the door partially, standing in the space. His eyes closed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Ok, I'm sorry to interrupt Senpai...” Your tone waved, shaky and broken.
His eyes widen, mind wandering back to the nurses office. You sounded the same, on the verge of tears. He looked over you in shock, hands falling to his side.
You looked broken, eyes watery and red. The faint discoloration of black and blue ringed your left socket. Your nose had stopped bleeding but only recently, a red tint spread across your right cheek where you had wiped it.
You drew in your trembling lip as you looked at him, the large cut on the bottom of it opened slightly. Your fingers finding the edges of your sleeves as you pulled them over your bloodied hands.
Your cream colored sweater was torn at the shoulder, the white of your button up peaking through the frayed threads. The edge of your sleeves were tinted red with the drying blood you had tried to stop from falling out your nose. His eyes traveled down to your knees, taking in the two large scrapes that shuttered through the rips in your tights. The runs that traveled down your legs discolored and flakey.
You gave him a weak smile, tears spilling over your cheeks. Your hand finding the handle of the door as you pulled it closed.
“Please give me a moment.” He spoke, leaning over his computer to end the call. Tripping over his own feet as he pulled the door open, he rushed out of the classroom.
He ran down the hallway in search of you, stopping in front of a door near the end of the building. He could hear small sniffles behind it, his hand already on the handle. He slid it open slowly, finding you pressed up against the corner of the room.
He walked over to your fragile frame, each step meticulously placed as he approached.
Your knees were pulled up to your chest, head buried in your arms. Your body shook with every sob, muffled cries sounded from inside your self made cocoon.
He reached out, gingerly running a hand down your arm. Each one squeezing your legs tighter as he sat down in front of you. He wrapped an arm around you, easing you into his chest. His other rubbing small circles along your back. Once you had rested into him he leaned, rocking you back and forth as he hushed your cries. Breathing with you, guiding you through your panic. After a moment your breathing calmed, your body relaxing in his arms.
Sugawara unwrapped an arm from you, his finger lifting your chin. He met your glassy stare, his own glossing over at the sight. “F/N, what happened?”
Your lip trembled again at the question.
“Please tell me what happened...” His voice was no more than a whisper as he ran a thumb over your broken lip.
“I was leaving, and they were waiting for me. I figured they just wanted to talk, but when I tried to leave they pushed me over. She wouldn’t get off of me Senpai, I couldn’t push her off of me.” You started to cry again, burying your head into his chest. “I just wanted to be strong, I thought she would leave me alone if I just stood up for myself.” Your voice broke as you spoke.
“Who did this F/N?” He cupped your cheeks, lifting your head back up.
You shook your head, not wanting to go through the events again.
“Was it Hina? What else did she do?” Sugawara’s lips pressing into a hard line, he knew it was her. No one else would have done this.
“She started to yell at me. She said that you didn't like me, that you were hers. Her friends pulled her off of me after that.” Your words were rushed, muddled together as you cried.
Sugawara looked at you with sorrowful eyes. His hand raising to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He held you in the palm of his hands, keeping your eyes on him. His thumb wiping a stray tear from your eye. He lingered on your cheek, the warmth of the pad sinking into your flushed skin. “I've never belonged to anyone but you.” He spoke softly, only to you.
His hazel eyes searched your own, looking for something. When he found it he leaned into you. His lips hovered over your own before softly pressing against the bruised skin.
Relaxing in his touch you closed your eyes, savoring the feel. You reached up, hands resting on his chest, taking in fistfuls of his shirt as you pulled him closer. The taste of iron and coffee mixed into a perfect concoction, making your own personal heaven. You leaned into his touch, you needed to be closer.
Sugawara felt it too, deepening the kiss. His arms snaking around your waist as he pulled you onto him. Your legs on either side of his waist as his fingers found yours, digging into the thick fabric of your sweater.
You savored the moment. It was everything you had wanted, everything you needed.
He pulled away reluctantly, smiling at your flushed, breathless state. But the moment was short lived as realization sunk in. You, his student, pressed up against him. Beaten and bloodied in his hands, and he had kissed you. He pulled away, easing you off of him as he stumbled to his feet. “I shouldn’t have done that. I told myself I wasn’t going to do that.”
You got up, reaching for his hand. “Koushi, I lov…”,
“You need to go, you need to leave now.” He pulled his hand away, backing away.
You looked at him in disbelief, reaching out again. If you could just touch him, get him to listen.
“Please just go, I want you to leave.” He pushed your hand away, pointing towards the open door.
You turned, walking to the door. Watching as Sugawara paced the room. You stopped, hand on the door.
“Go.” He repeated, looking down.
You walked out, closing the door behind you.
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tagging @markhyucknorenminchenji @qtsoobin @beomberry @txtdiaries and other people who wanna do it idk
ONE
tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?
of course, none other than king943 hSJADJSAJHAS. He’s a little secret I’ll let you all in on: the first person I actually noticed in TXT was,,,,,,, Kang Taehyun hSDHJAHJSDAHSA but he wasn’t my bias. I just thought he was cute (also amused me bc my BTS bias was Taehyung and I found a guy named Taehyun cute), but I didn’t stan them then. I started stanning when I saw ONE DREAM.TXT where they talked to BTS and found them really cute and endearing. Looking into them, they were wild, and chaotic and so fun and also i got rEAAAALLY attached to Soobin. So here I am. There u go, my stanning story.
TWO
rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!
what’s your unrealistic goal for life?
becoming a famous actress or singer hJSHADJSA
if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?
Went to a theme park. I miss going to theme parks 🥺
what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?
hmmm most of the time i just go out with just my phone and money unless I need to bring a bag due to safety concerns/more items needed. So I’d say nothing unconventional.
favourite type of plushies and why?
God do I seem boring hsahsajjsa but i wasn’t too big on plushies. I had a gigantic teddy bear named Justin when I was a kid (it’s a bear with shades that my brother gave me) and I used to buy plushies whenever I’m in disneyland, it’s all in my sister’s reading lounge. The only plushie in my room now is a Mollang doll wearing like a blue shirt/dress, it’s my favorite rn It’s squishyyyy
favourite song right now?
right now, it’s Work It by Sabrina Carpenter.
something that you’ve always wanted to learn?
Dancing (i literally suck. i have no idea how. no joke), Vocal Lessons (had some lessons briefly for like a year but i stopped and want to take some again), music production, acting, hosting
tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)
ok okok so one time in our class groupchat we were talking about class elections for officers. There were muse votes and some people were saying they want me to be the muse but i didnt want to bc i was busy with work. Then they started saying that they want me to be the muse and this guy that i rejected be the escort. while this is happening, i was simping hard for soobin in another chat. anyways, i got everything mixed up and accidentally sent the soobin simp stuff to the class chat and everyone thought i was simping for the classmate i rejected i was so asHAMED.
headphones or speakers? why?
speakers! idk i just like blastic the music loud.
craving any food right now? what are you craving?
anything with cheese
which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?
spotify since its free for me askjjksad someone pays for my subscription lmaooo
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questions from cj to me:
android or apple? why?
APPLE because im loyal 😌 and i guess im just used to it so its easier to use for me + all my gadgets at home are mac
words of affirmation or physical affection? why?
I think there should be a good balance of both. The words will have the ability to give you this sense of comfort and satisfaction and you know just overall a peace of mind when you hear the right words??? and physical affection bc sometimes it’s just better to get a hug or a kiss isntead of talking yk? actions speak louder than words sometimes
bean bag or rocking chair? why?
Honestly, this would depend. If I’m reading a book and feeling very vintage with a hot cup of coffee, definitely a rocking chair. If I’m watching TV and basically just chilling I’d go for Bean Bag. I like maintaining the atmosphere.
do you view a half-filled glass as half-full or half-empty or an in-between? why? (go as deep as you can)
I view it as in-between, because there’s always room for improvement. There’s always things to change, and consider, and make better. There’s no such thing as perfect.
If someone were to grant your wish right now, what would it be and why?
Please stop corona right now and let everyone go back to their daily lives and please let me attend a TXT concert bls im begging on my kNEES
if someone were to give you anything you want right now, what would it be and why? (something that can be held)
Give me Soobin I just want to give him a hug. this is valid i can hold him
favorite season and why
Winter! Even if I’ve never experienced snow or winter before, the whole idea of snow is just really fun and endearing to me. One of my bucketlists is to see snow in real life. I think it has to do with the fact that I’ve always been this person to prefer the cold over heat.
what made you enter tumblr?
I’ve always been here! Just not in kpop tumblr. I’ve since deleted my old accounts and shame but i came back to write. It’s always been so stress-relieving to me, to write without any expectations on my back because I’m thinking about grades or a competition. Also Soobin simping is a daily thing and I gotta release it somewhere man
are you happy with where you are in life right now? why or why not?
Yes. I may not be the richest or the prettiest, or smartest or whatever, but I have a good family that loves me. I have good friends that support me and I have TXT and BTS to help me cope when things get overwhelming. I have a job that gives me a little bit of income (it’s not too common for college students here to get jobs like in the US, most of them just focus on acads) and all the means to continue my education amidst the pandemic. So really, I’m grateful for where I am now.
to see the boys in real life but for it to happen only once in your lifetime, or to meet the boys via online fan meeting as many times as you can in your lifetime? why?
Why do you have to do me dirty cj,,,,, prolly online. I may not get to hug them or anything but I get to talk to them still. As may times as I want to. And as a girl whose sanity literally just depends on Soobin giggles rn it’ll be very therapeutic to me to see them and talk to them as much as I could, even just through a screen.
QUESTIONS FROM ME TO YOU:
Cinema or Netflix? Why?
Fire or Rain? Why?
What’s the worst experience you’ve had as a KPOP stan?
How do you handle stress?
Favorite Disney Princess and why?
Which fictional character do you say you relate the most to?
How did you get into KPOP?
What kind of merch you got 👀
Would you date a KPOP idol? What would you do if you do date one? (doesnt have to be your bias, just wanna see what y’all would do)
Would you rather be with someone you love but doesn’t love you back or be with someone that loves yu but you don’t love them back? (Or, as the Filipinos would say, Mahal ko o Mahal Ako)
THREE
rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.
AIR ༉⋆͙̈
i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me
FIRE ༉⋆͙̈
i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing
WATER ༉⋆͙̈
i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words
EARTH ༉⋆͙̈
i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life
AETHER ༉⋆͙̈
i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally
FOUR
PERSONAL
name: -
nickname: rina
birthday: -
zodiac: gemini
nationality: filipino
languages: english, filipino
gender: female
sexuality: straight
height: 5′2 like 2 years ago, i probably grew like an inch or two
BLOG STUFF
inspiration for muse: --
meaning behind my url: bts and txt fanfics to read hasjhsahj
blog established: ,,,,, i cant remember askjjksdjkdsa but the blog is only a few months old!
followers: 384!!! love yall
FAVORITES
favourite animals: b u n n y y y y y
favourite books: CAMP HALF BLOOD SERIES BY RICK RIORDAN IM ZEUS’ DAUGHTER YALL
favourite colour: black, blue, purple
favourite fictional characters: Percy Jackson, Jaron from Ascendance Trilogy, Chimmy!!! hihi
favourite flower: white roses
favourite scent: coffee
favourite season: winter
RANDOM
average hours of sleep: 3-5 or 8-10.
cats or dogs: dogs because cats scare me
coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee!!! especially if it’s iced and sweet
current time: 12:21 AM
dream trip: California. Look I have the visa, pls miss rona. just leave so cali can just let me IN
dream job: actress or singer
hobbies: writing, reading, watching crackvids
hogwarts house: gryffindor
last movie watched: Work It (bc it has sabrina carpenter ahshsahsa i have low standards when we talk about Sabrina)
last song listened to: Helpless - Hamilton OBC
no. of blankets you sleep with: 1
random fact(s): if given the chance again, I would go on a date in high school. Also try to exert more effort in my appearance back then i looked like an honest to god M E S S (tbh i still do but now i have eyebrow liner on) hsajhsajhh
FIVE
10 things I can’t stop listening to (at the moment)
Run Away - TXT
Work It - Sabrina Carpenter
Euphoria - BTS
Song Cry - Yeonjun
Helpless - Hamilton OBC
Satisfied - Hamilton OBC
Journey to the past - Anastasia OBC
Lost in the Woods - Frozen OST
Perfect Song - Sabrina Carpenter
Friends - BTS
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TEACHER CRUSH Q&A BC WE BORED
I saw someone else do this, and I’m bored so here we go:
(Questions are by @my-tc-confessional )
What colour are their eyes? Are they intense and serious or warm and gentle?
They are brown, but super dark brown, almost black. They’re intense and so deep, but wise and patient. Also... maybe it’s all in my head, but they have this sparkle when he looks at me... Idk.
Have you ever had physical contact with them?
Yes, all the time. He’s not much of a hugger (read my April TC challenge entries to read about the times we’ve hugged) but he’s always messing up my hair, and when he high fives me, he crushes my hand with his for a few seconds. Also, whenever I’m sad or having anxiety attacks, he offers me his hand and just holds it until I feel better.
What do you think their favourite season is? What season do you associate them with?
I thinks it’s summer, because he absolutely loves going to the beach, but I associate him with fall. Warm colours, cold weather, dry leaves...
What’s the kindest thing they’ve said or done for you?
Shit, I need a list for this one (not in a specific order):
Whenever we stay after school, he refuses to eat unless I eat too. Also he NEVER lets me pay for my lunch.
He knows when I’m feeling down, even if I don’t tell him. He checks on me every two seconds and tries to make me laugh.
He talked about me with my boyfriend and told him I’m the most brilliant person he’s met... Which is A LOT, because HE’S the most brilliant person I’ve ever met.
A friend of mine died a year ago. I broke down in front of Chaos and he spent the next two months checking on me and asking the rest of the teachers how I was doing.
He gave me two books that were super important to him on my birthday with little notes inside them.
The first time I sang one of my original songs onstage, I didn’t introduce the song, I didn’t say I had written it, I just began singing because I was really nervous. When I was finished he ASKED TO USE THE MICROPHONE and started saying how I was an amazing songwriter and how proud he was.
There’s wayyyyyy more, but I’m stopping here bc I don’t want to bore you all.
Have you ever seen them sad? What was it like?
Yes, last semester was super hard on him because he broke up with his girlfriend. But it was weird, because, even though he’s told me a lot about his life and a shit ton of very personal stuff, he NEVER wants to talk about his romantic life with me. And I know it’s just with ME because once I was with him and a classmate came in and asked him “hey, Mr. Chaos, hows your girlfriend?” (this was before they broke up) and he quickly looked at me and said to my classmate “uh... fine. You need anything?”
Anyway, he didn’t tell me they broke up, he would just ask me to stay with him and tell me he was having one of the worst months of his life. I found out they broke up because he told my boyfriend, and then he told me.
I could tell he was devastated because I know him, but he’s very good at hiding his feelings, so he would just act extra happy around everyone else. He’s way better now, though!
Do they have a desk? If so, what do they have on it?
Yes, and I actually helped him decorate it! He has a little pyramid a friend gave to him after summer break (because he loves history), his computer, a veeeeery old French dictionary, and his coat.
Have you ever seen them dress up for Halloween?
Yes and it was HILARIOUS. He didn’t want to, but the school made him do it. He was Bucky, from The Avengers, and he literally just wrapped his arm in foil paper... I gotta admit I laughed H A R D when I saw him.
Would you rather be the same age as your TC or have your TC be the same age as you?
Neither, tbh. I don’t mind the age gap.
What kind of relationship do you have with them? Do you joke around or is it awkward or serious?
We’re very close and, outside of school, we’re on the same friend group. In class, we joke around a lot, and when we are alone we have deep conversations and talk about more relevant stuff.
Have you graduated yet? What do you think it’ll be like when you leave their class?
I haven’t, I still have one year of high school left. We’ll definitely stay in touch, but I don’t know if I’ll see him much because I’m moving to another city for college. But I think we’ll become closer, since he’s told me I’m his friend and how much I mean to him, but he’s very ethical, so I know he’s still careful he doesn’t break any rules while still being my teacher.
How many TCs do you have?
Only Chaos. I find other teachers cute, but... well, they’re not Chaos.
What kind of music do they listen to?
They have this metal head shell, but on the inside he likes all kind of music, as long as it’s well written.
What was the last conversation you had with them?
About how he wants to have a daughter and the big revelation that he’s friends with my boyfriend lol
Do you think they know you’re interested in them? How do you think they’d feel about you crushing on them?
I... don’t know. I know he knows how important he is to me, but he can be very naive when it comes to people liking him. I don’t try to hide it, though, as long as I don’t get him in trouble.
I honestly don’t know how he would react. Right now, he’d say it’s unethical because he’s still my teacher, but when I graduate... I don’t know, sometimes I feel like it’s mutual, but we both know it’s a very difficult situation.
I don’t know.
Have you ever seen them in public?
Yes, the night I met my boyfriend (lol). It was a concert of a friend’s band and we both went see them. I was just leaving when I saw Chaos. We said hi, he offered to buy me a beer but MY STUPID ASS COULDNT PROCESS WHAT WAS GOING ON so I said I really had to go (which was true, I still lived with my mother and she was asking me to come home early). But, when we said goodbye, we both went for a kiss on the cheek and the corners of our lips touched.
I was, indeed, HYPED.
What was your TC like when they were your age?
He’s told me he was like me, but more stupid (his words, not mine). He was an introverted rebel who aspired to be something bigger. We’ve also been through the same shit, for example, we both got kicked out of our houses at the same age lol
What’s the first thing about them that pops in your head?
His deep eyes surrounded by his little freckles. My heart goes !!!
Are they an optimist, pessimist, or a realist?
A realist, definitely.
If you had to describe them in one word, what would it be?
Ethereal.
ANYWAY, THATS IT, SORRY IF THIS IS LONG AH
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A/N: a request for ot7 angst. Reader goes to surprise the boys during a concert only to realize they don’t have time for her. 1.7k.
Special shout-out to my best girl @jeonau for this gorgeous banner xx
“It’s just that they’re in the middle of sound check, Y/n, it’s not a good time. Maybe if you arrived earlier…”
You nod at the bodyguard, a bulky guy that looked intimidating, but one you knew to be a genuinely kind soul. Smiling tightly to fight back tears, you shift your weight awkwardly. “I tried, that’s the thing. The stopover was delayed four hours, I was supposed to be here earlier this morning. Please, I’ll be quick, Seok-woo.”
You can’t help but notice the way he adjusts his stance like he’s preparing for you to try and push past him and break into the backstage area. Biceps flexing, he crosses his arms. “It’s not a good time,” he says again, “I’m sorry. Listen, I’ll call up the hotel for an extra room, and we can book you a flight in the morning. Did you even check with Sejin before doing this?”
You breathe out shakily, feeling the sick mass of disappointment rolling around your stomach. Fuck, you seriously didn’t want to cry in front of him. “It was meant to be a surprise! If everything went fine, I would’ve been here already, but I got to the stopover and the flight was delayed and it was too late to turn around and go back. I thought you guys would at least let me see them.” You sniff and curse the way it echoes in the concrete halls. “Have you at least told them I’m here?”
Seok-woo gives you a sad smile, and wordlessly reaches into a fanny pack to bring out a travel pack of tissues. When you make no move to take them, he sighs and lets his arm drop down to his side. “Y/n, they’re busy and they’re focused right now. We can’t be giving them a distraction right before the biggest stage of their lives.”
His face changes the moment he finishes his sentence, a stricken look at his poor choice of words, but you’re already stalking away from him angrily, feet thumping harder at the floor than necessary. He calls out to you, not that you listen. A fucking distraction. That’s what you were.
An hour passing finds you at the back of the stage end of the venue, shivering slightly although the sun is blazing in a clear sky. “Could I at least get a ticket for the show? I’ll even pay.”
“It’s sold out, Y/n, you know that. There’s not a single seat free in the whole venue. Hell, we’ve already broken out the additional temporary seating and that’s full too.”
You cradle the phone to your ear, hearing the familiar soothing drawl of Sejin. Dating the boys certainly meant that you had come into contact with their manager on many occasions, and you liked to think that the two of you had some Hollywood-like, unlikely-friendship kind of bond. Many a time you’d quite happily spend hours chatting with him while waiting for your boyfriends to finish up with a shoot or recording session. “Okay, maybe I could just wait in their dressing room. You don’t have to even tell them I’m here; I’d wait until they left and then slip in.”
A patient sigh. “I think it’s better if they rest up after the concert. They’ll want to do a v-live, no doubt, or at least some of them will, but after that I want them getting a good night’s sleep.”
You frown, chewing on the corner of your nail as you try to contain your worry. “But don’t you think they’d sleep better if I was with them? Tae-tae always tells me he doesn’t sleep well when I’m not there. So, it would be better for everyone if-”
“This isn’t up for negotiation, Y/n.” Sejin’s voice is firm, and the realization that you might really not get to see your boys makes tears spring to your eyes again.
“Tell me what I have to do, Sejin. Where do I have to go, how long do I have to wait? I’ll do anything if it means I get to see them.”
He pauses, the line so still that for a moment you wonder if he’s hung up on you. “Hang around the venue,” he answers finally in a strained voice, “I’ll see what I can do.” You exhale in a rush, ready to thank him, but he’s not done. “But no promises,” he warns quickly, “if I call you back and it’s a no, then it’s a no, Y/n. Okay? I’ve got to go, goodbye.”
You mumble a reply and slump down on the bench, gathering the will to go back inside and find a good spot to curl up for a few hours. Part of you wants to message one of them, even though you know they have a strict phones-off policy during sound check. Even so, you find yourself on your phone, hovering your fingers over the group chat.
This wasn’t just a random, spontaneous visit. You wanted to surprise them not with just your presence. The last time you had seen them was before they flew over to the U.S., and the eight of you had basically been in bed for a solid week. Apparently, something during that had taken a hold because now, just over a month later, you were sitting here with a photo of a positive pregnancy stick on your phone, resisting the urge to send it to them.
Perhaps this was why you felt like you had been on the verge of tears for the past twelve hours. You weren’t scared; if anything, you’d be overjoyed right about now, only that you missed them so fucking much, felt their absence like a physical void inside you, and you couldn’t think about anything but being with them.
With a pained sigh, you close out of the group chat thread. If there was one thing you were determined about, it was that you wanted to tell them in person. See the looks on their faces when they realized they were going to be parents.
It would be a logistical nightmare, perhaps. You hoped they didn’t get to hung up on who was the biological father. And part of you was scared for what would happen once the baby started growing up. How could a child possibly comprehend having eight parents when most children had two? But then you would think of the way Jimin was so gentle with that cat on his music video shoot, and the way Yoongi was so sweet to the younger fans at fan meets, and all the ways all of the men you loved would be amazing, caring dads, and that fear slipped into the background.
You had spent enough time on those two long flights to ponder what their reactions looked like. As you made your way back inside, winding through all the staff halls, looking for a relatively empty room, you imagined how it would be with each one of them.
The man you started dating first, Hoseok, would have a smile so big his cheeks would hurt, happier than ever as he exclaimed, “really?” He was always known as the loudest guy in the room, but whenever he got truly great news, he would quieten down out of shock. You couldn’t wait to see the disbelieving joy on his face.
Namjoon would probably hold you by the waist and squint at your stomach, trying to come to terms with the fact that there was life in there. Taehyung would get super sappy and wouldn’t take his eyes off you all night, Yoongi would poke fun in the way that meant he really cared, Jin’s eyes bright and glistening as he silently held back tears. Jungkook would laugh loudly, the sound of his glee carrying over the congratulations of all the other men, and Jimin would be openly crying before you had even finished your sentence.
You smiled bitterly, finally managing to locate a relatively small room that had a few dusty boxes of black plastic stage equipment, a broken concession stand sign leaning against the wall, and a broomstick. Figuring there wouldn’t be a huge demand for this space, you let yourself sink down the wall and onto the carpeted floor, worn thin over time.
You wasted away hours, hearing the thrumming of the sound check and eventually the concert through the walls. With nothing to do, and not wanting to use up all the battery on your phone, your mind unraveled, latching onto a million and one images of what life would be like over the coming months. Doctor’s appointments, picking out baby clothes, setting up a nursery in the dorm.
You knew it was foolish to feel this miserable, that it was probably just your sudden imbalance of hormones sending you spiraling, but it felt unbelievably painful to be so close yet so far from them.
They were out there, having the time of their lives, no doubt sure that you were chilling back at the dorm in Seoul, rather than holed up in a musty glorified closet. A vibration on your stomach jolts you out of your moping, and you pull your phone out of your pocket. A text from Sejin. Where are you now?
Heart racing, you jump up and rush out of the room, rushing down the hallway. I’ll come down to the dressing room now.
You can feel a vibrant motion in the air, the concrete ceilings almost vibrating as the noise above heightens with the fireworks that came at the end of the show. You had nothing to worry about, you reasoned, that whole time you were fine. Now, you could go see your boys, and tell them the great news after a concert well done, and then spend the night entangled with them, skin on skin on skin. Everything was fi-
Go to the staff entrance. Min-su is escorting you to the airport. Flight leaves in just under two hours.
You recoil physically from the screen in your hand, step faltering, sending your shoulder crashing into the wall. He was sending you home? After all that, you weren’t allowed to see them?
Another text. Only two more concerts left, Y/n. Just be patient. They don’t need you here right now.
Eyes stinging viciously, you push off the wall and carry on, trying to blink hard enough to will the tears away. That always seemed to be the problem. They didn’t need you. But you needed them.
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"Liz is dragging me to Alex's concert tonight. You wanna come with so I'm not dying?"
Michael frowned as he looked up to where to Max was sitting at the counter. He had picked up an extra shift at the Crashdown since he had nothing to do after finishing his physics test in 30 minutes. He worked until 7 and then he was going to go home, pick up where he was at in Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and blow up Alex's phone with reactions like he usually did when they couldn't hang.
But now he was being propositioned by Max who had clearly been put up to it.
"Uh, yeah, sorry man, I have work," Michael said. He wasn't sure who put Max up to it, but he could make assumptions and he wasn't exactly eager to go against Alex's wishes. The guy was one of his best friends, he wasn't about to piss him off by doing what he said not to.
Besides, if it was indeed Maria and Liz like he thought, then he really didn't want to fall for it.
"You get off at 7, concerts at 7:30, sounds perfect," he said. Michael stared at him.
"Alex doesn't want me to go," he said and it was the truth. Max still looked confused.
"Why? I thought you two were friends," he said. Michael nodded.
"We are, but he's embarrassed," Michael lied. If there was one thing in the world that Alex Manes was not embarrassed about, it was his music. Michael had never met someone so confident in their talents and it was unbearably attractive.
Alex, in general, was unbearably attractive. Michael was just blessed enough to be his friend that could fuck him.
Max didn’t buy the lie and he sighed. “Dude, please? Liz said if I get you to come then she’ll... do a thing I like.” Michael scrunched up his nose. “Please!”
“Why am I apart of your sex favors?”
“It’s not a sex thing!” Max argued, but the high-pitched voice he used said otherwise. Michael just shook his head. “Please? I-I’ll do anything. Just come to this fucking concert.”
Michael eyed him. “You’ll pay my part of the rent this month?” Max opened and closed his mouth a few times before sinking a little bit.
“Fine, I’ll do it, just come,” he said. Michael snorted.
“Damn, I don’t know what Liz has in store for you, but I hope she knows how much power she holds,” he joked. Max didn’t find it that funny and it told Michael that she knew exactly how much power she held. “Fine, fine, I’ll come, but I’m leaving as soon as it’s over. I don’t want Alex to know I’m there.” Max nodded and sulked back to the table where both Maria and Liz were waiting.
Michael pulled out his phone and opened his long-ass text chain between him and Alex. He started to type out a message about how his friends were medalling a bit too hard, but erased it before he could send. He did want to hear Alex sing. Well, he’d already heard him sing, including the solo he had tonight that was in Gaelic, but he was eager to hear it again. He wanted to see him perform.
He put his phone away and just promised to be out of there before Alex saw.
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“Oh, Michael, you came.”
Michael stuck his tongue out at Maria who just gave him a knowing smile as if she wasn’t the one who directly forced him to come. He fidgeted at the edge of the pew in the church the concert was being held at, settling in beside Max who just smiled at him. Michael sighed.
It didn’t take too much longer for the choir to begin processing in, the men in their black slacks, bowties, and white button-ups, and the women in long black dresses. He recalled hearing them be referred to as trash bags from the times he spent in the music building. Michael smiled but kept his head bowed until everyone was firmly on stage to do his best not to get spotted by Alex.
The setlist was... admittedly batshit. Which he was expecting since he’d only heard Alex sing in English once within the few weeks they’d been hanging out. Alex would occasionally send him voice messages of him singing some random part of some random song and ask if it was good, leaving Michael’s only reply option to be ‘yeah, what the fuck is it’.
The women’s choir had a few very beautiful songs with more than a few extremely high sopranos being impressive as hell. That section was followed by the mix of both the men and women, who sang a few songs in a language Michael didn’t recognize but found so stunning that he had chills. He could pick out Alex’s voice when he tried and stared at him and, at one point, he thought he made eye contact and quickly looked away to make sure he didn’t. Whenever the women exited the stage and left the men to perform their songs, Michael’s knee was bouncing and he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.
There were two relatively slow songs that Michael had heard Alex do only a couple times and they were nice. Once Alex stepped forward and the rest of the men formed a semi-circle behind him, though, Michael was on the edge of his seat. Alex had told him the song was called Dúlamán and it never failed to be impressive as hell. It was so fast-paced and complex, but Alex performed it with ease. There was just this air of confidence around him that seemed to put the rest of the men behind him on their toes as they sang, each one of them continuously getting more and more passionate as Alex led them through it.
Michael had to stand up and clap for him whenever they finished. He didn’t really care that Liz and Maria were staring at him as he whistled and clapped. Alex was his friend too, he was allowed to be impressed. It didn’t mean anything more than that just because they were sleeping together, that was just a double standard that he didn’t accept.
He tried not to feel bad when he left as soon as it was over.
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“Michael!”
Michael groaned as he pulled himself off the bed in his room. He had almost fallen asleep waiting for a text from Alex that said he was home and the last thing he wanted to do was to get up and probably kill a bug. That’s usually the only time Isobel called his name.
Instead, though, when he walked into the living room, he saw Alex standing there with a very motherly look on his face and his arms crossed over his chest still in his suit. Isobel slipped past them.
“Busted,” she sang softly, hip bumping him before disappearing into his room.
“I thought I told you not to come,” Alex said and he looked so serious that Michael had to bow his head, “This whole arrangement isn’t going to fucking work if you just deliberately go behind my back. I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but if you’re just going to ignore me on something stupid like this, then what else will you ignore me about?”
Michael sighed and looked back up at him. “I’m sorry. Max begged me to go because he didn’t want to be stuck with Liz and Maria and I tried to tell him no, but he was so desperate he’s literally going to be paying my rent.”
“Michael, I don’t need Maria and Liz knowing about us. They are constantly on my ass about getting a boyfriend and I want them to stop. Fuck, I’ve tried to get them to stop and they don’t and that’s annoying as it is. I don’t need them misunderstanding this or, worse, never shutting up about it and ruining it. I just want to be able to do what I want without being questioned, that was the whole reason I even moved out to go to college,” Alex explained. Michael nodded because he knew. He’d heard the girls grill him and he saw whenever it crossed a line for Alex. He knew going didn’t help.
“I’m sorry,” Michael said, “I’ll keep my distance or something. I didn’t mean to completely go against what you asked.”
Alex rubbed his tired eyes. “I know, I know you try not to do that. I’m just... I’m tired of it. I’m tired of not being able to have male friends and I’m tired of not being able to do what I want with my body without it being the main topic of discussion every day. I’m sorry that affects you and our friendship.”
“No, I get it!” Michael insisted, eyes wide as he tried to wrack his mind for ways to prove to Alex that he really did understand. “I hate my relationship status being the most interesting thing about me too.”
“I’m more than who I’m fucking or dating, you know?” Alex said. Michael nodded.
“You are, dude,” he agreed, “And, I know me being there didn’t help whatever Liz and Maria were thinking, but you owned that stage tonight. Like that Gaelic shit was hot as hell. You deserve to be on stage all the time.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Alex chuckled, seeming a little more relaxed, “I was singing about seaweed, so.”
“Good,” Michael laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Are we good? I won’t just show up at your shows again. And, well, if I do, I’ll make sure I make fun of you so they’ll think we’re just bros being bros.”
Alex bubbled with laughter, “Bros being bros?”
“Yeah,” Michael assured, “I will make sure they know that there is no banging to be had.”
“None what’s so ever,” Alex agreed, taking a step closer. Michael smiled and slowly started nearing him.
“Literally why would they ever think we could sustain a relationship?” Michael asked, “We are far too opposite.”
“And you smell like a fucking junkyard,” Alex judged, placing his arms around Michael’s neck, “I don’t want people thinking I’m dating you.”
“And you are way too fucking full of yourself,” Michael shot back, hoping he hid just how well he actually loved that aspect of him, “Why would I want people thinking I like someone like that?”
“Exactly,” Alex whispered, resting his head on Michael’s and nudging their noses together, “Like I could ever, ever, ever like someone like you.”
“Never,” Michael agreed, his smile slowly falling as he let himself get lost in the feeling of his skin, “Falling in love is for people like Max and Liz.”
“Mhm, fuck that,” Alex said, moving his head to Michael’s shoulder and nuzzling his nose against his neck. He let out a soft whine. “These pants are so itchy, get them away from me.”
Michael laughed and rubbed Alex’s back, breathing him in slowly as she began pulling him towards his room. Alex went willingly.
“I think I can help with that.”
#i did not forget#okay yes i did#malex#malex fic#it only takes a taste#alex manes#alex manes fic#michael guerin#michael guerin fic#roswell new mexico#roswell new mexico fic#rnm#rnm fic#malex au#my fic
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Monster’s Daughter (2019): Chapters One and Two
Summary: BTS' biggest fan may stir up five-year-old secrets between their leader and someone very familiar. Re- vamp of my 2015 tumblr story.
Word Count: 4k
Type: Angst/Fluff
Full Story (2015)
ao3 (2019)
‘Youtube:
BangtanTV has just uploaded a video’
With a heavy sigh, you called out. “Jooie! New Bangtan video!”
Almost immediately, the sound of little feet padding their way towards the kitchen could be heard. You unlocked your phone to set up the video as she bounded into view. It barely loaded before she was grabbing it with a smile. Her little body happily settled into the couch to enjoy, She stared lovingly at the antics on screen but you stared sadly at her.
Your little girl, your reason for carrying on through the mediocrity of day to day life, Jooie. Korean name Kim Namjoo, American name Grace.
She is the daughter of you and Kim Namjoon. Possibly the biggest BTS fan ever.
The sound of fan chants startled you to attention as she moved on to a live performance. A strong candidate for BTS’ biggest fan yet she doesn’t even know her father is the leader. Almost on queue with this thought, you can hear the distinct voice of your former love. Quickly, you retreat to your room.
“Cierra! ___! Cashier and bagging on 3.”
Catching Cierra’s eye you share an exasperated look before following instructions. She stands behind the register and gets ready to bag as a swarm of waiting patrons flock to the now lit number of your line.
Four hours later and duty change to mopping a spilled milk jug, you’re sliding on your jacket with building relief at the end of the day’s shift. As soon as it is on you feel an arm hook your own.
Cierra smiles at you and you return it. “You know what I want to see.”
You laugh as you pull your phone out. Cierra squeals as you hand her your phone playing a video of Jooie dancing and scream-singing in Korean.
Cierra is eight years older but quickly befriended you when you started at the grocery store that has become the bane of your existence. Her outgoing personality reminds you of the best friend you left behind in Korea not to mention she takes on the role of adoring aunt to Jooie. The best example of which happening now while she lovingly stares at the video. On long days like today, she begged to see videos and pictures of her “sweet Jooie”. It made you laugh as she was the only one there besides you that called her by her Korean name.
“Look at my smart girl singing flawlessly in another language at four!” She gushed as she swayed a bit to the music. “This is that group BST right?”
You tensed. “Uh BTS, yeah.”
“Why do you always get so rigid and stiff when those guys come up in conversation? Jooie mentioned them when you brought her up here last month and I thought you were going to have a stroke.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
She scoffed. “Please. The plug up your ass twists every time you hear their names.”
Her comment caught you off guard and you took the phone back. “Extra, really extra.”
“It’s true though. How do you expect to get through her birthday when you act like that? Didn’t you promise Jooie a trip to Korea for that BST concert?”
For some reason, her constant mispronouncing made you upset. Ignoring that, she had a point. For her upcoming birthday, you promised to take her to see Bangtan in concert. The original plan was to see them on tour but your aforementioned best friend back in Korea, Min Ju, suggested you come to visit her around Jooie’s birthday as the next muster was coming up and a special fanmeeting on the day of her birthday. You tried to explain waiting for their tour was fine but she already got tickets for both. Using the money you were saving to visit her anyway, you booked two tickets to the place you left years back.
Thanks to Min Ju, you wouldn’t be taking her to any of those activities involving Kim Namjoon.
“I’m leaving.”
“No! At least send me that video! ____!____!”
You pretended not to hear, fast walking to the exit.
The cabin lights were off and all you could hear was the hum of the plane engines.
As you looked down at the little one in your arms, it was hard not to succumb to the emotions her precious face made you feel.
Holding her in your arms as you ventured back to the place in which you left behind the love of your life, you drifted back. A young, single, new mother with a heart so broken it was almost physical. It was less than ideal to put it simply.
The first few nights were a struggle. No one was available to help you take care of her. The feelings of guilt were so strong as you felt like a horrible mother. That was one of the first times you fully allowed yourself to think of Namjoon. There was no denying you missed him. Despite promising yourself not to listen to his music around Jooie, you broke.
You didn’t know how to stop her from crying but you turn on ‘Rain’ to at least try to gather your thoughts. Almost as soon as it started, she stopped crying. You couldn’t believe it. “Yeah, baby, that’s your daddy.” You’d whispered to the calmed little one. The music you were actively avoiding became your sure fire way to calm her down.
With seven hours left to go on your flight, it was hard to ignore the feeling in your stomach.
Something was going to happen you just weren’t sure what.
From the minute you arrived to begin your study abroad program, Shin Min Ju has been your best friend. From school stress through the “Namjoon era” as you both called it, to long distance Facetime calls at strange times due to time zones. She even flew out to be with you for Jooie’s birth.
Yet seeing her after so long, you almost cried. She was so gracefully mature now.
She still looked like the 19-year-old high energy international business major with the two ponytails and fake luxury brand clothes but now her hair was shorter and curled with more defined facial features, all hints of baby fat gone, and you were more than sure she could afford to buy three Gucci handbags right then.
“______, if you’re going to cry at least hug me first.” she chided, playfully. You quickly obliged, squeezed the toddler in your arms, between you.
“My goodness, is that Kim Namjoo or a rookie actress?”
The little one giggled. “Auntie!”
Min Ju took her from your arms as you gathered your bags.
“Before you begin spoiling my daughter rotten, can you point me to the nearest and cheapest restaurant, please? I’m tired of western interpretation Korean food.”
Though you clearly asked for budget-friendly cuisine, Min Ju brought you to the least wallet friendly-looking place near the airport. You wanted to complain but not only would it do no good but it smelled heavenly.
After telling you fifteen times that she was paying, she ordered enough food to satisfy the jetlagged and airplane food disgusting monster of hunger you were harboring inside.
Stuffing the last bit of bean sprouts into your mouth you looked over to Min Ju and Jooie giggling about something. It felt like home. Despite the bad feeling you had, it was damn good to be back.
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Years later and you can still barely control your emotions at times. You had two hours to try.
A damned family emergency put your whole plan out of whack and now you had to figure out how to tell your daughter that Min Ju couldn’t take her to the concert and fan meet today. You wanted to be mad but a family emergency wasn’t something that could be rescheduled. Every time you thought you had mustered the courage you would see her in her BTS shirt and little birthday sash with her ARMY bomb in hand ready to go and you would turn to stone.
“…I could read your mind 물음표 대신 미소만…”
You listened as Jooie rapped along to Born Singer, unable to contain her excitement. As cliché as it was, she sounded pretty natural despite her age.
‘Maybe skills like that are hereditary’ you though, laughing to yourself.
That sealed it. You couldn’t do this to her. “Sweetie,” Those sparkling eyes looked at you. “I’m taking you to the concert today.”
The words came out hesitantly but as soon as they were all out of your mouth her eyes light up brighter than her ARMY bomb. “Really?”
With a forced smile, you nodded. She squealed cutely and ran to hug you as tightly as her little arms would allow.
She pulled you down right after to sit next to her while she watched Bangtan Bombs. RM was showing off some of his “philosophical” dance moves. She giggled. “Auntie Min Ju says I look like Namjoon Oppa.” You smiled and nodded but made a mental note to get Min Ju for that later. Family emergency or not.
The concert went by fast and you had to admit, you had fun. You and Jooie sung and rapped at the top of your lungs. It made you think of the times you went to support Namjoon. Thankfully, unlike then, you weren’t anywhere near the front. Out of sight.
The autograph event was where the nerves kicked back in. You were quick to pull your mask over your nose and mouth. The hair around your face acted as a sort of curtain. Or at least you hoped it did. Joo began fidgeting in your arms near the front of the line when she spotted Taehyung. Her dimples grew their deepest in front of Jimin. “You are even cuter in person.” He laughed sweetly. You couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. She wasn’t wrong. They all commented how adorable she was in her sash, telling her happy birthday and autographing her poster while you held her, bowing and thanking each of them as you slowly moved down. She would reply with a small ‘Thank you’ in Korean until the last person, Namjoon. You watched as he smiled brightly at her and patted her head. Jungkook leaned over “Hyung, she looks like you. Hmm much cuter though.” She grinned from ear to ear and turned back to see if you had heard. You didn’t bother thanking him or making eye contact. You just grabbed her poster from the table and went to wait for the photo session.
As you neared the front of the line once again your nerves started to build- much worse this time. There was a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. As your turn neared, it took all you had not to grab your daughter and walk the other way. All it took was one look down at her excited face as she stood next to you to remind yourself it was for her. When it was finally your turn, Jooie ran straight to Jimin as you hid your face further in your mask.
“Oh,” Taehyung said. “You must be famous if you’re covering your face like that.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his joke. You weren’t famous but they definitely knew you. He always made you laugh but this was funnier. Three other ARMYs settled in for the picture and Jimin held Jooie in his arms. You took a spot next to them which is unfortunately on the other side of “Dad” himself.
“Wait,” Jooie said. “Mommy take off your mask.”
Your heart sped up slightly. “No, no.”
“Please?” She pleaded, dragging out the word for effect.
“Jooie, people are waiting just-”
“No.” She pouted holding out the ‘o’.
“Let’s go, Miss.” a security guard said.
You shifted uncomfortably. “Namjoo” You whispered sharply.
Everyone around you began to feel uncomfortable. You heard a sigh but before you could finish you felt familiar fingers pull down the front of your mask. You were exposed before you could even grasp what was going on.
Your breathing stopped. Jimin was the first one to recognize you. The moment your name left his lips your blood ran cold.
Jooie turned. “You know my Mommy?”
“Mommy?!” the members said in unison.
You panicked. Not waiting for the picture you grabbed Jooie from Jimin and ran. You weren’t sure where you were going but you were moving as fast as you could.
“Mommy?”
Joo was calling you. She had been doing so for a few minutes but it wasn't until you stopped to catch your breath that you finally noticed. You glanced down at her face to see it was red with tears running down both puffy cheeks. “Namjoo-”
“Mommy, what’s wrong? I-I didn’t mean to be a bad girl.” you could tell she was confused and sad as drifted between Korean and English. She obviously heard Jimin recognize you. You were sure she saw the way they looked at you. Most importantly, she didn’t get her picture. Remembering how much it meant to her, you felt immense guilt continue to build on top of everything else.
“Ohh Grace, no. I am so sorry. Mommy just. I-” Before you could gather a good excuse a hand touched your shoulder. A desperately out of breath man with a staff pass lanyard stood over you. “Ex-Excuse me, ma’am. Please come back.”
“No thank you.” You said as politely as possible.
He pursed his lips. “Your daughter is obviously upset just please come back. I promise we can resolve whatever the problem is.”
You knew he wouldn't be able to keep that promise. You glanced down to Jooie. Her head was in the crook of your neck as she hiccuped through her tears. With a reluctant nod, you quietly followed the man back to the venue.
Every curse word you knew, in every language that came to mind, was running through your head. Your leg shook violently as your nerves ran wild. Jooie, on the other hand, was ecstatic. After you wiped her face, there was no sign she had ever been upset. She was bouncing around with you phone watching Bangtan Bombs. That child would never tire of those things.
The man who turned out to be their event manager told you to wait in the room designed as their venue dressing area.
Her bouncing stopped when the door opened. The phone was abandoned on the ground when they walked in.
You were met with seven pairs of eyes and had nothing to say. Simply, holding up your finger to your lips you point at Jooie. Taehyung was the first to move. He swept her up as she yelled “Tae Oppa!”
The two were already chattering excitedly as he carried her out of the room. Jungkook followed behind them sparing you a smile. You returned it as much as you could, knowing he didn’t want to be around for the following interaction.
It was clear there were many eyes still on you but your gaze found the floor.
Jin finally spoke. “There...are so many questions I’m sure we all have.” He emphasized we all. Trying not to single Namjoon out you were sure.
“Understandable.” Tears began to build. For what reason? You weren’t quite sure. Hoseok approached you first, sitting next to you with a comforting arm around your shoulder. They all seemed to be rather concerned about you. Except for Namjoon. He looked as though he was putting the pieces together. The moment it clicked you saw it in his face. He turned to meet your eyes. You only gave him a raise of your brows. Now you waited for the other shoe to drop.
“We didn’t mean to make you upset. Especially not earlier. We were just in shock. We didn’t know you got pregnant again.” Jimin spoke softly.
“What?” You looked to Jimin, seeing only pure confusion on his face.
“Jimin-” Namjoon started.
You were the one confused now. “Again? What do you mean? I’ve only been pregnant once.”
Namjoon sighed as he buried his face in his hands. He knew his lie was about to completely unravel. The confusion kept you silent now, waiting for someone to speak. They knew about Namjoo. They were some of the first to know. You were clearly more than lost in that moment.
Yoongi spoke this time. “Namjoon told us you suffered a miscarriage.”
Everyone looked at Namjoon now. The other shoe had fallen.
You couldn’t believe what you heard. Your head turned to the culprit who was avoiding your eyes at all costs. “Namjoon.” You said in a stern voice.
He sighed and removed his hands from his face. “Once I realized we weren’t going to come to an agreement on the kid-”
“Her name is Grace.” You spat.
“On Grace, I lied and told them you miscarried.”
“No shit. Yoongi just said that. I want to know why.”
Jimin spoke again. “Wait! Hyung, you said you still went to see her after she lost the baby.”
Hoseok nodded, remembering too. “When we asked to visit her to see how she was doing. You said she was too broken up over what happened to see anyone else.”
Namjoon chewed the inside of his cheek, clearly frustrated all his old lies were no longer buried. The hurt on your face showed clearly on your face. Confusion and anger clouded your brain preventing you from forming a coherent sentence short of profanities.
“I think we all need answers, Namjoon,” Jin said in his most authoritative voice. “Especially her.”
“Fine!” The leader shouted. “Obviously, she didn’t miscarry. I didn’t think it was smart to have a child then. We were just breaking into the level of popularity where our efforts could be noticed. How would it look for me to announce I was having a baby out of wedlock? No one outside of our circle and company knew I had a fucking girlfriend!” He paused for a moment to contain himself. “She wanted to keep the baby but I didn’t It was clear she wasn’t going to change her mind so we broke up. I came up with the whole lie to give myself time to figure out how to tell you all we ended it. Every time I lied saying I was going to see her I was actually looking for her because she had already moved out of her apartment. Min Ju refused to tell me where she went. Eventually, I heard she moved back home so I could say we broke up without anyone running into her.”
You didn’t realize just how much whatever lie he cooked up would affect you until it was all out. You broke down, with Jimin thankfully there to console you.
Jin came and whacked him across the top of his head. Namjoon stared at him in shock.
“Idiot. First, don’t speak as if she isn’t here. She is the mother of your child. Have some respect. Second, we would have figured something out! It wasn’t your place to decide anything for the group’s sake. You aren’t the whole group! You are one member, Namjoon. One person! One person who should have been honest instead of a coward. You’re our leader but it looks like your decision making isn’t as good as we thought.” Jin spoke quickly and angrily. You could tell how disappointed he was in his fellow member. “We are supposed to be like a family. It was good you considered other people, I suppose, but don’t you think you left out the most important people? Did you consider how Grace would feel not knowing her father?”
Yoongi chimed in. “Or worse. What if she found out one day that her father chose fame over her.”
The thought sent pain through your heart. You continued to cry into Jimin’s chest. Hoseok rubbed Jin’s back to calm him. After catching his breath he looked up at Namjoon once again. “We are going to leave so I can calm down. You need to speak to her. If I find out you weren’t giving her the respect she deserves, it will be your ass, Kim Namjoon.” Before Namjoon could protest, the four men were out of the room and you were left alone. It was quiet and tense. What do you say to a person you hurt so deeply? The mother of your child?
How do you begin to form words when the were hoping to never see to again to keep his lies and secrets buried?
Finally, he spoke to you. “What? You’ve finally come for money?”
Unbelievable. “The first conversation we have had alone in years and the first thing out of your mouth is insensitive idiotic bullshit. No, you jackass. I came because my daughter is a BTS fan. Min Ju was supposed to relieve me of this nostalgic nightmare and bring Grace but she couldn’t.”
“Instead, you came?”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t going to waste a year of saving up just because I didn’t want to see you. If I thought I would even have to make eye contact with you I would have saved myself the grief.” Tears began to slip from your eyes again.
He tilted his head. “I don’t believe you don’t want to see me.” He spoke a little too smugly for your liking.
You wiped harshly at the tears you couldn’t stop. “I was perfectly fine seeing you from a distance but she wanted to meet you all. Try saying no to those damn dimples. Unlike some people, I don’t like to disappoint or hurt the people I’m supposed to love.”
He stared, silent. The wheels were turning in his head trying to figure out what to do or say.
You groaned at his silence before turning to leave.
“Jangmi!”
You froze for a moment before turning back to see if he really said you thought he said. Almost as if he read your mind, he said “You heard me, Jagmi. Do you remember what that means?”
You sneered through the remaining tears. “Yes, Namjoon. I still remember simple Korean words. What makes you think you can call me that?”
“Because you’re my rose.” He spoke without hesitation. An answer more absolute than anything he said in the last thirty minutes.
“I stopped being your rose when you left.”
“You could have called me.”
“And you could have been a man.” He had to admit that one stung. “What would it have done? It wouldn’t have mattered, Joon. You weren’t going to change your mind and I sure as hell wasn’t changing mine. I was overwhelmed too but I was over the moon about the child I had growing inside me.”
He smiled sadly, letting his dimples show some. “You called me Joon.”
“Yeah, well... You called me Jangmi.” You sniffled, trying to hold more tears. Unfortunately, it did not work because in seconds were sobbing like the day you left Korea.
Seeing you let go, he quickly closed the gap and caught you as your knees gave out. His arms took a familiar place around your waist to grip you tightly.
You didn’t want to show any more vulnerability in front of this man. You felt he didn’t deserve to hold you like this anymore. It couldn’t be helped much though. Your heart always felt delicate around him. It had taken five years to pick up the pieces but you were right back to this.
You put your arms between the two of you for what little distance you could bring yourself to create. “You don’t know how much I missed you, Joon.”
He stroked your hair, giving a soft ‘I missed you too’ .
You regained some of your senses and pushed him away. “No, you didn’t. You walked out of my life with a pitiful ‘I’m sorry’ lingering behind you.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “You claimed once you fell in love you could never let that person go but you let me go so easily. You let Jooie and I go.”
“Wait, I just said that in an interview a week ago. How did you know that?”
“Grace showed me. She watched everything Bangtan related.
He seemed confused. You chuckled in disbelief. “Did you not hear me say she is a HUGE BTS fan? Why else would I be here?”
He was quiet for a second. “Can I meet her?”
You were taken aback? “R-Really?”
He nodded. You were skeptical but he smiled so you did the same.
“Go wait with her and I’ll be in there in a sec.”
You nodded, still smiling. You found Taehyung and Jungkook still with Jooie in the area near the one you were just in.
They both hugged you tightly before getting a text. They look up at you and Jooie, giving reassuring smiles, before leaving.
You waited.
And waited.
And waited.
It wasn’t until Jooie had fallen asleep that you got up to find him. Finding only cleaning staff you began to feel uneasy.
“Excuse me?” getting the attention of a woman with a badge. “Have you seen RM?”
She looked at you strangely. ”From BTS? They all left a while ago.”
With those words, you felt your heartbreak in smaller pieces than before. Tiny un-repairable pieces.
Not only had he left you-again!- but this time he lied to your face and left your daughter waiting.
Despite your anger, you picked up your sleeping daughter as carefully as you could. Her face reminded you of Namjoon’s in the most innocent way. But you didn’t want to think about him right now.
There was no forgiving him this time.
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Vote of Confidence
Summary: Brian may x fem!reader. After attending your new boyfriend’s first show, things get hot, namely Brian’s cheeks from all the blushing.
Word Count: 6.7k
Warnings: super fluff, awkwardness, cussing, smut (18+ marked with ***)
A/N: Here’s the aforementioned olive oil (as in extra virgin) Brian fic! Thank you @supersonicfreddie for helping me with a decision at the beginning, and @musicgirlyy for beta-reading!!I hope you enjoy, and any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs, messages, and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing!
Request: Is it okay if I request Bri and reader losing their virginity together and he’s being a lil innocent bb?
Masterlist
(this has gotta be my fav Bri look)
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Standing in a crowd of sweaty, drunk people isn’t something you’d usually willingly do. It was worth it in this case, though. The boy you had recently started dating, well it had been a few weeks actually, was performing with his band, and you were at the pub to watch.
The two of you had met in a physics lecture because it was his major and your minor. He had been a big help with studying for the tests, especially midterms, and the two of you had grown to be good friends by finals. You had parted ways at break with the promise of getting coffee to catch up in the new year.
That coffee date that you weren’t sure was a real date lasted about six hours. And when Brian walked you home and kissed you on your doorstep, you knew it was the real thing. It was now a few weeks since then, and although it was still the middle of winter, at least the sun was out for longer and longer each day.
Anyway, you were here now, at the first concert of Brian’s you had been to. Apparently, he had considered inviting you during the last semester, but chickened out each time. When he had told you that, you had laughed and kissed him on the cheek, telling him that you thought it was cute he had been nervous.
You were anxiously waiting in the crowd for the band to come on. Brian hadn’t told you much about what to expect, other than they were a rock band called Queen, which you loved the preposterousness of. You had met his band mates before apparently, though at the time, he just called them friends. Each had been really kind to you, and you wondered how all these seemingly shy guys (well, except for that Roger) would be on stage.
Before long, the lights turned down and the band came out. Freddie, the singer, you learned as he walked up to the microphone stand, was wearing a skintight jumpsuit with flowing arms and bell bottom legs that was completely made out of shiny black satin. John (or Deaky as you had been told to call him), the bassist, was wearing something similar, but a little less revealing; a black satin suit with a white satin shirt underneath that was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. You caught a glimpse of Roger right before he sat down at the drums and he was wearing a patterned black and white shirt that was completely unbuttoned, leaving his chest and stomach exposed to the crowd. Finally, Brian walked onto the stage and your jaw dropped.
The handsome, dorky, lanky, physics student that you had been dating was completely gone, and in his place was a beautiful, confident, intimidating, glam, rock god. If it hadn’t been for his curls, you might not have believed it was him. He was wearing this gorgeous white blouse with black accents and ruffles that framed his neck and chest. His eyes were even more striking than usual, as they were outlined with a black eyeliner.
Walking across the stage, he held his guitar, that beautiful Red Special he had shown you one time at his apartment. His fingers were adorned with multiple rings, and the nails of one hand were painted white. Your eyes travelled down what seemed like the miles that his legs went on, and you were finally able to gain your composure when you saw what he was wearing on his feet. They were the white clogs he wore all the time and you were glad he wasn’t wearing platform leather boots like Deaky or Freddie or you never would’ve recovered.
As it was, you were having difficulty paying attention to the music or anything other than Brian’s hands flying across the fretboard as they started their first song. His fingers just looked so long, graceful, and beautiful. You shivered thinking about what else those fingers could do. A second later, one of Brian’s hands waved at you, and your eyes were forced from them to his face. He was looking at you a little confusedly, even as he continued to play. But, when you licked your lips subconsciously and then broke out into a smile, Brian smirked and shot you a wink. Even though he was your boyfriend, you found yourself almost swooning along with all of the other girls at the front of the stage. You heard them arguing over who the wink was for and felt proud that you were the one on the receiving end of it.
That brought you to another thought, though. Where had this brazen rockstar come from? You thought Brian had all of the reasons in the world to be confident; he was intelligent, kind, funny, beautiful, and so much more, but for some reason he was always a little nervous around you. Actually, you supposed it had to do with his lack of experience.
Over the course of your relatively short relationship, things had slowly started to heat up. You felt the sexual tension build every time you were alone together, but everything seemed so innocent from Brian’s side. When you were kissing, he would only very gently touch your face, and the first time the two of you made out, he hadn’t moved his hands from there until you took them and placed them on your waist. And that’s where they stayed for the rest of the time.
Since you were a little inexperienced yourself, you decided to clear the air during your last make-out session (during which he had moved his hands on his own, even touching your ass and breasts without prompting), which was less than a week ago.
He had been switching between kissing your jaw, cheeks, and mouth (he hadn’t ever made it to your neck yet) when you had pulled back enough so you could see his face. Seeing that a couple of curly tendrils had clouded his vision, you moved them aside and brushed your hand along his cheek.
“Brian, I need to tell you something. Nothing bad,” you amended when he started to look a little worried. You lifted his hands from where they had been resting on your ass, and Brian blushed when he realized he hadn’t moved them himself. Moving off of his lap, you knelt next to him and took his hands in yours.
“I’m telling you this because I want to be completely honest with you, not because I expect anything from you, other than understanding,” you started and Brian nodded. “I’ve never had sex. I’m a virgin.”
Brian’s brows furrowed for a second at your statement and then he asked, “Really? Not that I don’t believe you, I do, but you just seem so… experienced.”
“I’ve had experience with the things we’ve been doing, and a couple other things, but never sex,” you explained and he had a thoughtful look on his face.
“Well, then I think you should know I’m a virgin too,” Brian told you, looking at your intertwined hands instead of your face. He hadn’t been sure if he was going to tell you because he had been worried you’d want someone with as much experience as yourself, but your openness and honesty led him to want to be the same way with you.
You lifted one of his hands and kissed it softly, which brought his eyes to you. “Thank you for telling me, Brian. I’m glad we told each other.”
“Me too,” he agreed, and then kissed you softly on your cheek. You followed his lips and kissed him for real, eventually moving onto his lap again. Instilled with a new sense of closeness and even a bit more confidence, Brian lips moved to your neck that night, and left their very first set of hickies along your throat, which Brian blushed at every time he saw them after.
Your hand drifted down your neck, over the now almost completely faded marks that Brian had left, and you were brought back to the moment with the cheers and screaming all around you. You clapped and cheered along, missing the way Brian’s eyes had hungrily tracked the movement of your hand down your neck.
On stage, he knew what he was doing. He was experienced and knew how to please a crowd and play his guitar expertly, artfully. And it made him feel more confident in other aspects; he was able to flirt with you and think about you in ways he normally would have been too embarrassed to do. Usually, you were the one to flirt with him, loving the way his cheeks pinkened and he stammered over his words. He was glad you were okay with his nervousness, you had even called it cute, but he had hoped that some day soon he would be the one making you feel flattered and flustered. He just hadn’t thought that it would finally happen at one of his concerts.
The concert continued, and you slowly shifted your gaze away from just Brian to watch Roger and Deaky’s playing, and the absolute show of its own that was Freddie singing. You danced and swayed along with the music, losing yourself in it along with the rest of the crowd. The only thing that brought your attention away from it was when you looked at Brian for longer than a second, still in awe of him.
As the night went on, your looks lingered for longer and longer, and each time he made eye contact with you, you swallowed and felt a new heat in your body that didn’t have anything to do with the large number of people surrounding you.
Brian noticed the way you were acting, and was not unaffected by it himself. He saw the way your eyes had darkened over the hours, how you shifted your legs every few minutes, and how your chest heaved lightly every time he caught your eye. Just knowing that you were so affected by him made his mind wander (luckily playing was second nature to him) and made it a little more than necessary to keep his guitar close to his body.
By the encore, you were actually biting your lip and thinking to yourself that you were almost as turned on just watching Brian play as you ever had been making out with him. The concert ended with raucous applause and you headed to the offstage door where you had planned to meet Brian.
Just as you knocked on the door, Brian opened it and took your raised hand, pulling you into the hallway with him. It seemed that the confidence hadn’t left and he pushed you (still gently) against the wall, holding your face securely in his hands, and kissed you passionately. You moaned in surprise but kissed back with the same feeling. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling the ruffle of his shirt against your fingers, which you then grabbed to keep him close to you. The kiss went on for as long as you could handle not breathing, and when you broke apart, you stared into each others eyes and then broke out laughing as you tried to catch your breath.
You were still a little caught in your giggles when Brian turned his attention to kissing your neck sweetly, taking the path that the faint hickies created.
“You guys were amazing up there. Especially you. I- um- you’re- you play so beautifully,” you said, getting distracted by his hot mouth on your throat.
Brian smirked against your neck and said in between kisses, “Thank you. I think- we should- go back- to your place- instead of- the bar- with the others.”
“Oh- okay. Should we- should we go say hello to the boys first?” you asked, not knowing how much more of this you could handle without completely melting in the hallway.
“Sure, let’s,” he straightened up next to you and offered you his hand, which instead of taking, you placed around your shoulders. You wrapped your opposite arm around his waist, wanting a little support because your knees were a little weak with all that was going on.
The two of you walked the short distance to the dressing room, where the others were now dressed in their street clothes, which for Roger and Freddie weren’t much less bold than their stage clothes. Deaky, on the other hand, was in a button down short sleeve t-shirt and jeans.
Since you had met them all a couple of times, they greeted you warmly when you walked in the room.
“Right, well I’ll change and then we can go. You’ll be good here, love?” Brian asked you after everyone said hello.
“Yeah I’ll be fine,” you assured him with a nod. He grabbed his bag and then walked into the little attached bathroom.
“So, Y/N, what did you think of the show?” Deaky asked you with a smile. You always appreciated how nice to you he was, even back when you and Brian were just becoming friends.
“It was absolutely amazing! I don’t go to many concerts, but this was the best I’ve ever seen. All of you were incredible,” you gushed.
“Thanks, but the question our dear Deaks should have asked is what has got you and Brian all hot and bothered? Have a little rendezvous in the hallway?” Roger asked you with a smirk. You liked Roger, but he could be a bit of a nosy prick sometimes.
“Roger, I’m sure our innocent little Y/N and Brian were doing no such thing. And even if they were, it would be none of your business,” Freddie told off Roger, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as if to protect you from him. He lead you across the room from him and then leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Don’t worry, darling, you can always tell me about your escapades with Brian. I’m an excellent secret-keeper.”
You giggled at what he said, not entirely convinced that it was true.
“Oi, what are you two whispering about? If it’s about me, I have a right to know,” Roger said, pointing an accusatory finger at you and Freddie.
“Don’t worry Rog, there’s nothing interesting enough about you that one would have to whisper instead of say aloud,” Deaky said from his spot chilling on the couch and you and Freddie cracked up.
Just as Roger was about to get mad and go after Deaky, the bathroom door opened, hitting him in the shoulder.
“Oh, sorry Rog. I didn’t know you were there,” Brian said in a calm voice, patting him on the shoulder. That seemed to diffuse Roger’s anger for the moment.
Brian walked over to you, now dressed in a t-shirt that was probably a size too small on him and black velvet pants. The strip of his tummy that was exposed and the way the velvet clung to his legs did nothing for your ability to breath or your weak knees.
“Ready?” you asked in a quiet voice, not trusting your voice to actually work any louder anymore.
“Aren’t you guys coming with us to the bar?” Freddie asked in confusion.
“We’re actually going to Y/N’s. It’s just been a long night,” Brian excused.
“Okay…” Freddie trailed off, putting two and two together in his brain. “Well, you kiddies have a… safe night in then.”
Your eyes widened at his implication, but you thought to yourself that it was good advice. Plus, Roger didn’t seem to understand the metaphor, as he was looking confusedly at Deaky who was ignoring him. At least not everyone knew what was going on.
“Thanks Fred,” Brian said shortly and with a pointed look. Then he grabbed your hand and walked to the door, turning his head over his shoulder to say, “Bye all,” and leaving you to wave over yours.
Once you were out of the building, Brian let you set the pace, but you didn’t slow down, instead pulling him along faster to the car. You had driven so you could drop Brian off early for sound check and come back yourself closer to the start of the show. So, you were driving now on your way to your flat, and it was probably a good thing because Brian had started to get nervous again and was tapping his foot like crazy. Neither of you had spoken about what was happening, but it seemed obvious that he was nervous for the same reason your heart was beating faster and you body was getting warm.
You reached for his hand and held it securely in yours, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. That seemed to calm him some, but every so often, his grip tightened on your hand for a couple seconds and then relaxed again.
In a couple of minutes, you reached your flat and parked, walking up to the door with Brian in tow and letting the two of you in. You made yourselves comfortable, taking off your shoes and jackets before moving to the kitchen. Brian was hungry after the show, and to be honest so were you (and it was a good idea to fuel up a little for what was to come), so the two of you washed your hands and shared an orange, just chatting about the show.
Once you were done eating, you moved to your bedroom. You didn’t live alone, but luckily one of your roommates was at her boyfriend’s and the other was visiting home for the weekend.
You closed the door behind you, just in case, and then sat on the edge of your bed, telling Brian to pick out a record to put on. He chose Sweet Baby James by James Taylor since it was one of your shared favorites and joined you on the bed. You turned so you were sitting with your legs criss-crossed and facing him, then nudged him until he did the same. As James’ sweet voice filled the room, you grabbed his right hand, studying the rings he had on. You kissed each finger that a ring was on, and then switched to his left hand, doing the same.
“I like the nail polish,” you said, still looking down at his hands.
“You do?” he asked curiously.
“Mhmm,” you confirmed, looking up to meet his eyes so he knew you were telling the truth. “And you looked absolutely gorgeous onstage. I mean, you look gorgeous every day, but not everyone holds up onstage, and you just shine.”
Brian blushed at your compliments and you reached a hand to touch his warm cheek. He tilted his head into the touch. Getting up on your knees, you pushed him back so he was leaning against your pillows and straddled his hips.
“Your hair was like a cloud and it shined when the light hit it,” you said, moving his hair slightly away from his face and then tugging gently on a couple strands on either side. Brian made a sound in the back of his throat when you did, so as you continued, you did another time.
“And your arms and legs looked so beautiful and strong,” you told him, running your hands up and down his upper arms.
“Your eyes were so piercing, it was like I was drowning in their beauty,” you said, watching as they slowly got darker and darker with each passing praise.
Reaching down to grab his hands again, you continued, “Oh and your hands, I just wanted to feel them.”
“Feel them?” Brian asked softly.
“Yes, Bri I want you to touch me, please,” you pleaded, leaning in to kiss him and letting go of his hands so he could.
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He did so tentatively at first, holding your face to his and then moving them to your hair and the back of your neck. He mimicked your movement of pulling just a little section of your hair and you moaned in approval, so he pulled on more and you shifted your hips against his.
Next, Brian moved his hands to your waist, and pushed the hem of your shirt up a little. He ran his hands up the back of your shirt and you winced because they were colder than you expected.
“Sorry, they’re cold,” he said, removing them from under your shirt and putting them back on the clothed part of your waist.
“No, Bri, it’s okay. I’ll get used to it, and they’ll warm up. Actually, why don’t we just get rid of the obstacle,” you said and Brian didn’t understand until your shirt was halfway off your body. It was his first time seeing you shirtless, and the sight of you only in your bra made basically his entire face red. It also made his cock harder than he would like to admit, but of course, you already knew that since you were right on top of him. Smiling at his embarrassment sweetly, you moved his hands back to the now unclothed part of your waist and continued the kiss.
Brian got lost in the kiss for a little bit, just moving his hands up and down your back in a way that was soothing and nice. Then, when he sucked lightly on the tip of your tongue like he had discovered you liked, you moved your hips again and his hands shot down instinctively to your ass. They stayed there, kneading the soft flesh and helping you move your hips against his, which was causing both of you to moan into each other’s mouths.
Breaking the kiss, you moved down instead to kiss his neck, locating his sweet spot that you had found the week before. You sucked and kissed on it until he was softly moaning, his grip had moved and tightened around your waist, and you could feel him completely hard underneath you.
Then, you played with the hem of his shirt, waiting until he nodded before you helped him take it off. You went back to kissing his neck, but this time, you started moving down to his chest and kept going until you reached his stomach, kissing along the part that had been exposed by his little shirt. When you started toying with the waistband of his pants, Brian realized what you had in mind and grabbed your shoulders to lift you back up to him.
“No, um, no you can’t do that,” Brian said in a shaky voice.
“Why not?” you asked, confused. “It’s really fun, I can show you.”
Brian subconsciously bucked his hips at your words but held strong, “From what I’ve heard, I wouldn’t last a second doing that, and I think- I think we both… don’t want that.”
“Fine,” you said, pouting a little before settling back over his crotch. Brian hissed at the contact and moved you off of him to the side.
You were about to protest when he spoke up, albeit quietly, “There is one thing that I would, um, like to try, and I think, maybe, that you might, um, like it too.”
He was blushing like crazy as he said it, and he was fiddling with his rings as he did. He was also looking at his hands, but this time it seemed more pointed than just a nervous behavior. Then it clicked for you. He wanted to try pleasing you with his hands because you had said you wanted him to touch you.
You shivered in anticipation and smiled a little, replying, “Yeah, uh, I think I will.”
So this time, you laid back against the pillows and Brian moved over you, kissing you deeply. It was a new position for the two of you, as usually you were straddling him or you were just lying facing each other. But this was very nice, especially when you spread your legs so Brian could fit more easily between them, and he rocked his crotch against your core. Yep, this was definitely the way to go.
After another few minutes of kissing, it was Brian this time who moved down your neck. Re-darkening the marks he had left before, he then kissed down the center of your breasts, not asking to take off your bra, since he wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing that yet. (Once you weren’t wearing a bra while the two of you made out, and he swears he almost came just touching them through your shirt). Plus he figured you’d just take it off when you wanted to. So, he kissed down your stomach and then reached the waistband of your shorts. He followed the hem with his lips, moving left first, and then right before coming back to center.
Brian sat there patiently until you said okay, and he reached his two shaky hands to undo the button and pull down the zipper. Then he tugged them down your legs, leaving kisses along your thighs and then down your shins. When they were off, he moved back up your body to kiss you again, wanting to take it slow not only for you, but also for himself.
“You’ll have- to tell me,” he said in between heated kisses and you nodded.
“Um, why don’t you just put your hand here,” you said, placing his hand so his palm was just resting on your mound over the top of your panties. Brian almost groaned at the warmth and slight dampness he could feel. He started putting just a little pressure, and your breathing sped up in anticipation. Brian captured your lips again, and when you felt comfortable, you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your underwear, waited for Brian to move his hand away, and then slid them down your legs and off, tossing them off the edge of the bed.
Brian wasn’t used to seeing anyone, let alone you, naked from the waist down, and he flushed again, his eyes flashing back and forth between your exposed pussy and the pattern of the comforter.
“Brian, hey look at me,” you told him, trying to draw him out of this spiral he seemed to be headed towards.
He made eye contact with you and you swallowed thickly when you saw how wide his pupils were blown. You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss you again, since that was something he didn’t have to think about doing to do well.
Then, while keeping the kiss going, you grabbed his hand in yours and brought it down again to your heat. Forming your hand over his, you pressed one finger along your folds to spread the wetness that had gathered there. Brian moaned into the kiss at the feeling. (While he hadn’t ever done this, he had heard some conversations and knew that was a good sign.)
Once that was done, you guided his index finger to your clit and started moving it in slow, gentle circles. His finger was so much different to your own or anyone else’s because of his guitar playing. You could feel the callus against your clit, and it made for a new experience that was already starting to build that wonderful pleasure.
When he seemed to get the idea, you moved your hand away and focused on the feeling. Brian kept up the movement, breaking the kiss to watch how you reacted. You kept your eyes closed, but your breathing deepened, and every so often, you gasped in pleasure.
“Whenever, um, it gets less slick, you can get your finger wet again,” you told him a little awkwardly, when the friction started to become too dry. He nodded and did as you said, immediately finding the right rhythm again.
“And you can press just a little harder and go a little faster,” you informed him and he complied, not missing a beat. The new speed and pressure made you moan and you spread your legs further, revealing more of yourself to him.
“Can I- I want to feel more of you,” he admitted, still blushing, but sure.
“Uh-huh. You can stop for a second,” you told him a little breathlessly. Your pussy had started to clench around nothing, and you were glad for his offer to do more.
Reaching down to wrap your hand around his again, you kept your legs spread and pushed the tip of his index finger so it was just inside of your opening. You guided his finger the rest of the way into you, going slow and leaving time for yourself to adjust.
“O-Okay, you can keep moving in and out, but just go slow for now. And you can keep, um, rubbing my clit when-whenever you want,” you told him, already starting to feel pleasure just from the thrusting of his finger.
Brian situated himself so that he was kneeling between your legs and started using his other hand to stimulate your clit. The combined actions were enough to have you moaning and letting out soft “ohs” whenever he came close to hitting your g-spot.
As your orgasm continued to build more and more, you knew you needed more, and tried telling him, “I want- I- need-” but you were cut off by your own gasps of pleasure.
“Do you want me to add another finger?” Brian asked you; he had been feeling the tightening of your walls around his finger and figured that’s what you wanted. As you made eye contact with him you moaned and nodded. His hair was frizzy from him shaking it away from his face so he could see you, his cheeks were a permanent crimson, his eyes were darker than you thought they could be, and his lips were plump and swollen from both your kissing and him biting them as he worked his fingers against you.
“Just- just still go slow,” you told him and he nodded in reply. He added his middle finger in tandem with his pointer finger inch by inch, keeping them both facing palm up. You moaned high and louder than before at the stretch, and Brian whined at the feeling and the sound. He was already so hard just from causing your pleasure that his tip was leaking precum, and he didn’t know how he’d actually handle being inside of you.
Over time, he sped up gradually, moving both of his hands against you in perfect unison. Your pleasure really began to grow, and you moved closer and closer to the edge. Before long, your hips were grinding down against his fingers and you were moaning out his name.
Brian didn’t understand though, and slowed his movements for a second, “What? Why are you moving so much? Am I doing it wrong? Do I need to slow down again?”
“No, no keep going,” you protested desperately and he did as you said. “I just- I can’t help it. It feels so good, Bri. Oh- oh- yes, right there!”
Without knowing what he was doing, Brian had started to angle his fingers up so they were pressing against your front wall and were firmly hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
That worked to push you right to the edge, and you exclaimed, “Oh, Brian, that- yes, oh it feels so- so-”
“Please, please come for me, Y/N, I want to see you come,” Brian almost begged you, and you were helpless to do otherwise. You hit your orgasm and came around his fingers, and Brian felt you clench on them, and could feel your clit twitch in pleasure too. He watched you ride out the high, your back arching, eyes squeezing shut, moaning out his name, and Brian couldn’t help but moan and whimper himself, so in awe that he was able to make you feel that good.
Your breathing was uneven as you came down, and you tried to catch your breath, but the aftershocks were still hitting you and Brian was continuing his ministrations.
“That’s- that’s good, Bri. You can stop,” you said between quick breaths. He pulled out his fingers and moved his hands, both of them glistening with your arousal.
“Oh, here,” you said, reaching for one of his hands and bringing his fingers into your mouth to clean them off.
“Oh, fuck,” Brian cursed under his breath, his hips thrusting into the air. Before you could clean the other hand off, he took it in his own mouth, testing the taste of you and moaning, knowing he was what caused your arousal.
“Well I think you can tell by my reaction, but that was very, very good for me,” you told him, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Yeah?” he asked, pulling back to look at you.
“Yeah. In fact, I don't think I’ve ever heard of someone finding the g-spot on accident,” you told him with a smile and the two of you laughed.
In another second, Brian was hungrily kissing you again, and you moaned into it, encouraging him. As he focused on your lips and tongue, you moved your hand to start pushing his pants off, and he helped you take them the rest of the way down. The two of you were about to take his boxer-briefs off when you thought of something.
“Wait, remember what Freddie said,” you told him quickly.
He jumped up and said, “Oh, you're right. Do you –“
“There’s some there’s a box in the bathroom. Stacy bought them and said we could all share,” you told him and he dashed to the bathroom to grab the condom.
He returned and you helped him shimmy his underwear down and he went to work opening the condom. At the sight of his red and swollen cock, you exhaled sharply and your eyes widened in anticipation.
Brian rolled the condom on, which luckily he knew how to do himself, and climbed back onto the bed with you. Realizing you still had your bra on, you unhooked it and took it off, revealing your breasts to Brian. Groaning deeply, his cock twitched at the sight. You laid down and pulled him on top of you. Resting his legs between yours, you held him to you with your arms around his shoulders. You started kissing again, just warming up to the feeling of being naked with each other.
You moved your hands down to his lower back and pushed him so he would grind down onto you. His cock slid against your folds and you groaned in unison at the feeling. Once his cock was thoroughly slick, you held his waist to stop him, and reached a hand down in between you to grasp his cock.
“Are – are you sure?” he asked breathlessly, waiting for your answer, but wanting to know that this is what you wanted too.
“Yes. I’m sure,” you told him. Then, you placed a soft kiss on his lips and guided his cock slowly into you.
Brian held himself back from moving too quickly, straining a little at the effort because you felt so good and tight around him. Once he was fully seated inside you, he held still and the two of you gasped when your walls clenched around him. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to the stretch, you breathed deeply and the slight pain subsided.
“Okay, you can move,” you told him, keeping one hand on his lower back to brace yourself and moving the other to the back of his neck to keep him with you.
Brian started moving, but slowly, remembering what you had told him about his fingers. He thrusted in and out, moaning at the feeling of your heat encapsulating him over and over again. As he sped up bit by bit, the friction became more and more pleasurable, especially since you were already sensitive from your orgasm, and soon you were moaning along with him.
Wanting to help his ability to move and the pleasure he was feeling, you wrapped your legs up around his waist, so he could push deeper into you. When he did, his hips stuttered and he whined. Moving your hand from his lower back, you reached next to you and grabbed one of his, holding it tightly in your own. With the other, you pulled him even closer to you so that your chests were pressed together and there was no longer anything else in the world besides each other. You leaned up and kissed along his neck, marking it lightly with your teeth so they would match the new ones he left on you and you would both know that he was yours and you were his.
Brian’s thrusts became sloppy, and you knew he was close. He searched for your mouth and found it, kissing you messily, but with so much intensity you were almost seeing stars. Knowing just what would tip him over the edge, you clenched around him, drawing him further into your heat.
He came with a stutter of his hips and a cry of, “Oh- oh, Y/N, oh my- oh my-!” and you were proud to have made him feel as good as you did. You kissed his face sweetly as he came down, hips still lazily thrusting into yours.
With a final sigh, he dropped his arms and rested on top of you, trying not to crush you under his weight.
“That was- oh my gosh, Y/N…” Brian trailed off, not quite able to put into words how he felt since his brain was still a little fuzzy from his orgasm.
“Yeah, it was pretty great,” you agreed and then laughed along with him.
“Oh, but did you, you didn’t come again, did you?” he asked, a little sheepish that he didn’t last very long.
“No, but that’s okay. The one orgasm was… fantastic,” you said, searching for the right word. “Plus, it’s not going to happen every time for either of us, but I think it’s worth it just to feel this with you,” you said, gesturing between the two of you.
Brian nodded and then seemed to think he should pull out, and moved to do so, but you told him, “You don’t have to pull out yet, let’s just stay here for a minute.”
So you did, placing soft kisses on each other wherever you could reach. Once Brian had softened completely and you started feeling a little fidgety, you both got up and took turns cleaning up in the bathroom. Back in your bedroom, you both redressed partially, Brian just wearing his underwear and sweatpants he pulled from his bag, and you putting on his shirt, which because it was so small on him, fit you like a regular shirt, and your underwear.
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At some point, the album had clicked off, so Brian flipped it over and started the second side. Then, climbing under the covers together, you cuddled up so he was on his back and you had one leg in between the two of his, laying half on top of him. You played with a couple of his curls, twisting them together and undoing them repeatedly as he ran his hand up and down your back.
“You know what else I liked about your performance?” you prompted.
“What’s that?” he asked, looking down at you.
“How confident you were. You looked so sexy and bold and gosh, the way you were looking at me, I was a mess down there in the audience,” you explained to him. You continued softy, “And now that you seem to be pretty good at this whole thing, maybe you could transfer some of that confidence offstage…?”
You kissed the corner of his mouth softly so he would understand that you were saying all of this lovingly, without meaning any criticism.
“I think, um, that that would be doable. Although there are still things that I don’t know how to do,” he said, smiling cheekily down at you, and this time it was your turn for your cheeks to heat up.
“Well, I think I should be able to teach those to you too, or we can just figure them out together,” you said with a grin that Brian matched before pulling you in for another soft, but excited kiss.
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Bodyguard
Pairings: Do Kyung Soo x OC
Genre: Mature, Romance, Angst (But not love angst), Smut in future chapters
Warnings: Main character under trauma.
Summary: Ae Ra is a singer who has been receiving threatening messages and letters for a while now, but she didn’t give them importance. Until one day the sender decides to act and kidnaps her. Its then when her agency decides that she needs protection, so they hired two bodyguards for her. Mister Do and Mister Park.
Chapter 1
“Thank you, everybody! I had a great night and I hope you did too, one of the reasons I love what I do is this, get to see all of you and share this amazing experience, so thank you, thank you to each one of you, take care on your way back home and I’ll see you all soon” The cheering from the public came to her as a strong burst. She bowed for the last time and walked out the stage waving at the sea of people that came to the last concert of her tour.
As she walked to the backstage, everybody involved in the show came to great her. Dancers, band, make-up artist, stylist, everybody.
She walked into her dressing room where her manager gave her a long tight hug. She could swear he was crying. Everyone gets a bit emotional by the end of the tour.
She changed into her street clothes, grabbed her bag and walked out her dressing room into the back door where her driver would be waiting for her.
She opened the door and there it was, her modern carriage waiting for her so she could go home and rest for a week. She dashed inside the car, waving at a group of fans who came to greet her. She threw her bags into the back seat and got inside the car, greeting at her usual driver “Goodnight Mister Yo, take me home please” She heard a chuckle coming from the front seat. She looked up, and she didn’t recognize the eyes reflecting in the front mirror “I don’t think I can do that Miss Ji” She didn’t know that voice. That taut, hoarse voice was completely unfamiliar to her. The driver turned on the ignition and started driving at an insanely fast speed.
She started shouting, trying to pull down the windows. She knew this wasn’t right. This wasn’t just a change of drivers, which by itself was very strange.
This new driver had other intentions.
She had started looking for her phone when she lost consciousness.
A hand came from behind and covered her nose and mouth with a wet piece of clothing. The sting of odor hurt her head and felt like fire up her nose. The last thing she registered was the screen of her phone showing that her call had been answered. She tried to scream but she couldn’t.
Maybe her manager would suspect. Maybe some fans saw the strange behavior of the van. Maybe Mister Yo would arrive and noticed that her usual client wasn’t there waiting for him.
There were at least 15.000 people on that Arena. Someone, just one person must have seen something.
This was going to end.
She would be alright.
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Kyung Soo and Chanyeol walked into their boss office but he wasn’t there yet. His secretary told them to wait for him.
Chanyeol started fidgeting with the tip of his tie as Kyung Soo remained composed as a statue “Aren’t you nervous?” He asked Kyung Soo “For what?”
“Why they called us here, for example, our last job ended last week, what if there is no new client, you think they are going to fire us?” Kyung Soo remained calm, which made Chanyeol feel a little bit less worried, just a little bit “We have been working here for 5 years, I don’t think is convenient for them to fire us, they would have to pay us, is cheaper for them to have us here…don’t worry, they would assign us our new client, that’s all” Chanyeol nodded at him, 100% convinced by his partner’s words.
Their boss arrived a couple of minutes later, holding two big folders and a very pleased smile “We got a new client” He said very cheerfully, sitting across them “And is a big one, you now miss Ji Ae Ra?”
“THE IDOL?!” Kyung Soo was startled by the loud shout of his friend “The idol…maybe you heard about her kidnapping some days ago…she ran away from her captors, but that was only the tip of the iceberg, she has been getting threatening letters, phone calls and emails for a month now, the police haven’t helped a whole lot, and the people behind the threatens got physical now, so her agency asked for protection”
“What would be our job?” Asked Kyung Soo, trying to tune down his surprise “Shouldn’t be too hard, but since she has a very weird schedule, you need to be always ready, we are talking 24/7 vigilance, outside and inside her agency, house and extras like tv shows, fan meetings etc, one of you needs to be with her all the time”
“Yes sir” They answered at the same time “She is currently living in a hotel room, but she is moving back to her house right now, the information you need is in this file” He handed them the folders he was caring before “By the way, no bodyguards outfit, she doesn’t want to worry her fans, so she wants you two to pretend you are just part of her staff, just street clothing” Both nodded, already focused on their assigned work “Questions?” Kyung Soo raised his hand, his eyes focused on the folder “We have to present ourselves at her house tomorrow?”
“Yes, she will be waiting for you both there since she will be working at her home studio” The three of them stayed for an hour covering details regarding their new job and Kyung Soo and Chanyeol were politely invited to leave the place because their boss had another meeting.
They went to the building’s cafeteria to come out with different plans to work with their new protégé.
“You seem happy” Chanyeol commented as he munched his sandwich meanwhile Kyung Soo wrote some notes on his notebook “I’m always happy, I just don’t show it so openly”
“Sure, sure, so you are happy that we are working with an idol?”
“Sure” Chanyeol knew he could stir the pot a little bit more. Kyung Soo was very focused on his notes, and those were the perfect moments to get more information from him “You are happy that we are working with this particular idol?” Kyung Soo didn’t even react to the question, he only answered “I really admire her” Chanyeol lifted his fist triumphally “Yeah, admire her, you like her you liar! who’s picture you had next to your bed when we were doing our service”
“She was my emotional support idol, nothing more” Chanyeol laughed at it, Kyung Soo retorts always made him laugh “Look, I know you like her, is ok I can understand that, just remain professional ok?”
“Are you trying to mentor me?” He asked, looking at him with a grimace “Leave me alone, you are the one who is in love with our next client”
“I’m not in love!” Everyone around them looked in their direction, and it was clearly Chanyeol’s fault, so he kicked him under the table. Chanyeol almost turned the table because of his over-exaggerated reaction.
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The next morning, they drove together to Miss Ji’s house. Or Ae Ra’s house. Kyung Soo didn’t know how to call her, so he asked his partner “I think Miss Ji is good enough, she is Miss Ji, we are Mister Do and Mister Park, How about that?”
“Appropriate, good thinking”
They parked outside the two-floor house, located almost at the top of a hill in a fancy neighborhood in the north of Seoul. The first thing they did was check the perimeter in their way to her house. Kyung Soo took pictures from the surroundings to create a database on his head, just in case. Chanyeol admired his methodical work in this kind of jobs, he was glad he had him as a partner, so he didn’t have to do all that boring job.
They arranged their things and themselves and went out of the car to her house “Chanyeol?, I think I don’t need to remind you that the fact that I’m one of her fans is a secret right?”
“I would never Mister Do”
“Good Mister Park” A tall middle age man opened the gait for them. He looked like the school teacher who is never popular between his students, not because he is bad, but because he is meh, he just doesn’t capture anyone’s attention. Kyung Soo knew him better though. He was Ae Ra’s manager. Mister Min. He was known to be a very serious man, very strict and very protective with Ae Ra, but a sweet man overall “I’m so glad you are both here, Ae Ra is at her studio downstairs with a friend, she would be here soon, meanwhile, can I offer you anything” He said as he walked them inside the house “No thanks, we would like to check the house, would that be ok?”
“Oh, don’t need to ask, you are free to do what you need, now this is your house too”
“Thank you, we appreciate the trust, Mister Park would check the inside of the house and I will check the garden” They excused themselves and started working.
Kyung Soo walked around the garden slowly, checking the fences, the length of the threes, how much could the neighbor see from their houses, and all those tiny details that could threaten the peace of their client’s life.
He realized he had walked around for almost an hour, so he went inside the house to talk to Chanyeol.
He knew where he was immediately because he could hear his laughs.
Kyung Soo walked inside the kitchen and found Chanyeol talking with Mister Min, Ae Ra’s manager, and Ae Ra herself.
He clenched his fist, trying to control himself. Yes, Chanyeol was right, he liked her, but he was a very casual fan. He had all her records, yes, but he never went to one of her concerts. He watched all her TV appearances, yes, but he never bought a magazine with her face on it.
He supported her, but he never lost his chill over her.
But she was there now.
She was real.
She looked just like in the video of the single from her third album ‘You bet’, jeans, a printed t-shirt and her long, black hair up in a ponytail. He was just a tiny bit mesmerized, but he kept it cool, professional. Somebody had to do it since Chanyeol was drinking coffee and laughing with them. “Ah, there he is!, this is Mister Do Kyung Soo, my partner” Chanyeol walked to him, and grabbed his forearm pulling him inside the kitchen. Ae Ra walked around the kitchen isle to meet him. She bowed at him and Kyung Soo was conscious enough to do the same. Ae Ra introduced herself, glad to feel a very trustful aura coming from her two new co-workers “Mister Do, I was telling Mister Park what a relief is two have you both here, as you know I’m in need of some help”
“Miss Ji was telling me about how she ran away from her captors, sit down so she can tell us the rest” Kyung Soo was relieved that at least Chanyeol was using the name they agreed on, he hoped he did at least a good check on the security inside the house.
He sat down next to his partner and thank Ae Ra for the cup of coffee she gave him “I was telling Mister Park about the amount of cursing I threw at them, just to put them off, I woke up as they were pulling me out of the car, they knocked me out with chloroform, but they didn’t use enough I guess, I was about to freak out, but then I remember something I saw once in a TV show, I needed to stay calm, so I did that, I waited until they opened my door and I jumped out of the car, I didn’t look around, I just focused on run, my legs were kind of numb, so I just focused on not tripping on something and run fast, thank god I’m a good runner, I ran for around 20 minutes until I found someone, it was a worker from the road who was doing some maintenance in a couple of lighting posts, he called everyone immediately” His manager was shaking his head in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose “I can’t believe you were so lucky”
“I know, everything could have ended so badly, I’m glad I’m here”
“And that’s why we hired your services” Ae Ra looked at his manager and then at her new bodyguards, feeling lighter for the first time in a while.
She never feared the letters or the calls she had been getting. Mostly because she knew she wasn’t alone, and now with these two guys adding to the equation, she felt even safer. She just wished all this came to an end because she wasn’t very worried about all this, but all the people around her were, from her mom to her stylist.
Kyung Soo took note of everything they said. Ae Ra’s manager gave them the details regarding the letters and calls. There was a police investigation going on, but with no avail. It wasn’t like he and Chanyeol will solve the case, that wasn’t their job. But this was related to her surroundings, and they needed to have a clear view regarding possible threats. Chanyeol made the questions and Kyung Soo wrote down the details.
In the middle of the interview Mister Min had to leave for a meeting, so they stayed with Ae Ra. They were talking about her schedule when Chanyeol got a call and he left the room to answer the phone. Kyung Soo didn’t register this quite clearly since he was checking his notes, so he was startled when she called his name “Mister Park says you are a fan of my work” Fuck him, fuck Park Chanyeol and his stupid face and ears and height. He was going to ask for a change of partners. Fuck it, he was going to get him fired.
Ae Ra saw the discomfort in his face, so she was quick to clarify “Please don’t worry, I hope we can work well together, I’m glad that I get to work with someone that I can trust” Ok, fuck Park Chanyeol a little bit less. He bowed at her, not sure how to answer, so he just remained polite “I hope you can collaborate with us”
“Yes, for sure, I was told that you two are in charge from now on”
“Yes”
“Well, as a fan, you must know that I suck at following instructions, but I respect your work and I understand how difficult this situation is, so I will follow yours and Park’s orders diligently…I will try” Kyung Soo didn’t grab what she said at the end “Sorry?” He asked her to repeat herself “Nothing” She only smiled at him, a smile that was very familiar, but he was seeing for the first time in person. He couldn’t avoid feeling a bit nervous.
Chanyeol came back announcing that he was going to take the first night shift because they needed him at the agency tomorrow.
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Kyung Soo arrived at her house at 8 am to change positions with Chanyeol. He gave him a small summary regarding any event. There was none.
“She spends a lot of time at her studio though, and I checked the place and the only way to get in is through the door, also there’s no place to hide there, so that’s good, what else?...nothing, she makes a very good coffee and she gave me breakfast, yours is waiting for you”
“Ok buddy see you tomorrow, by the way, thanks for telling her I’m her fan” Kyung Soo made sure to spit venom through his eyes and tongue when he said that to Chanyeol. He backed up, his head down and hands up “I’m so sorry, I just spilled it, it was a moment of weakness” Kyung Soo only glared at him and walked inside the house.
Breakfast was indeed waiting for him. He already had his protein bar and a cup of coffee, but he wasn’t going to refuse it. So, he ate a bit of egg and toasts. Chanyeol was right, she prepared an amazing coffee. He made sure to let her now “Well, coffee is one of the dishes that I prepare the best” She joked, and to her surprise, he laughed.
And it was adorable.
When she met Mister Do yesterday, she was a bit struck by how stoic his presence was. She was intimidated by him and in a bad way. His deep voice was way too serious, and his eyes made him look as if he was having a bad time. His shaved head and thick eyebrows didn’t help. But when she talked to him, she realized that it was just his image. And now that she saw him laugh, she was sure he just looked serious and scary. Because his eyes, nose and lips transformed when he laughed, and he went from stoic to babyface. Also, during his shift, Mister Park gave her a full heads up regarding his friend and colleague. Whatever she asked, he would answer. It was amusing how different they were. Yet she was kind of jealous about their partnership. They were like a duet. Sony and Cher.
Mister Do was Cher.
Watching Mister Do eat was very pleasing. He ate with delight, in silence, tiny dimples forming at the corner of his lips, a frown of concentration on his face and he made sure to not make any sound while he chewed. It occurred to her that he was the best in his class. She couldn’t avoid but ask “No I wasn’t, quite the opposite, I hated school, I only enjoyed recess, what makes you think that?”
“You look very put together”
“I wasn’t the class clown, but I wasn’t a top student either, I just look like this, people often assume that though” People never had a clear view of who he was. They always saw him as a grumpy old man, or a goody church boy, as Ae Ra did right now. He didn’t consider himself any of those, although his friends often told him that he was both.
Her schedule said that they had a photoshoot at a hotel on the other side of Seoul, so they had to leave around 11. Kyung Soo was introduced to Mister Yo, Ae Ra’s driver, a man in his fifties who had been driving her for five years. He sat in the front seat next to him, and he gave him all the details regarding the day of the kidnapping “I was told to pick her up at 12 right after the concert, normally I arrive 10 minutes early, I went to the back door and someone told me that I had to go to the other back door…I obeyed, of course, I should have been more careful, time passed and miss Ae Ra didn’t arrive, I called her and her phone was dead, I called Mister Min and he told me she was gone, after that it all went nuts. I did my best to remember who gave me the fake info, but I just couldn’t” The man looked frustrated and saddened by his own story “Mister Yo, don’t keep thinking about it, police say it could be just some rando they paid to tell you that, it’s in the past” She patted his shoulder, but Kyung Soo saw how he remained worried and regretful. But Ae Ra was right, there was no one to blame, yet.
Kyung Soo met boredom that day at the hotel. One hour of make-up and hair, one hour of getting the outfits together and then 2 hours of staying in front of the camera.
Of course, she looked lovely in all of them, but the photographer didn’t think the same, apparently. Or he just really love having her in front of the camera.
By 6 they were finally ready. She walked to him and patted his arm in support, he hoped he didn’t look mad or tired. Because he wasn’t. He was just bored.
They took her and her manager to another room where she could get ready to leave. Her own crew was waiting for her there so she could be ready for the recording of a TV appearance. Kyung Soo was introduced to Byun Baekhyun, her make-up artist, Kim Minseok, her hairstylist and Oh Sehun her stylist “Waaa, another handsome man for your harem” Commented Baekhyun and the other two nodded “Leave him alone, or he is going to kick your ass” Answered Mister Min, and Kyung Soo was grateful for it. He informed them about the job Kyung Soo was doing, and the three men were glad to hear about it “Finally she asked for help” Stated one of them.
Ae Ra went into the bathroom without being noticed and came back with her eyes blown up like plates, her lower lip trembled, and her hands were shaking when she grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him with her into the bathroom. Kyung Soo instinctively brought his hand to the small gun attached to his waist. She opened the door and pointed at the mirror where a small piece of paper, like a post-it, was stuck. He walked towards it so he could inspect it, with Ae Ra following him closely.
- Rats don’t live long –
It said with horrifying handwriting “Take that out!” Shouted one of the guys, but Kyung Soo stopped him “No one touches anything in this bathroom, we need to call the police, they need fingerprints, and I need to ask, did any of you used the bathroom when you arrived?” Minseok was quick to answer “No, the tree of us arrived at the same time, just 5 minutes before you guys arrived” Kyung Soo believed them. Anyway, the police could confirm all that with the security cameras of the hotel. Kyung Soo looked at Ae Ra, and she looked mad. Not scared, not jittery. Just mad. She was frowning and her hands were resting on her hips, her right foot tapping the floor. Kyung Soo felt mad with himself too. He completely underestimated the situation. He should have checked the room before she got inside, if only he knew about this change of plans. From now on, Ji Ae Ra couldn’t get inside a room before he or Chanyeol had checked on it.
The police arrived and as Mister Do said, they check every corner for fingerprints. They put the note in a tiny plastic bag and took the statement of Baekhyun, Minseok and Sehun.
They all rode the van to the next location in dead silence. Mister Min sat next to Mister Yo, her style crew in the back and she sat next to Kyung Soo. There was this very heavy aura coming from him. He was angry, that was clear, but there was more there “Are you okay Mister Do?” Kyung Soo was shocked by the question. Why would she be worried? She should be the one worried and terrified “I’m not okay” He answered. Just that. Ae Ra had to dig a bit more “Are you concerned?”
“Yes” She kept digging “Are you annoyed?”
“Very” She imagined that much “Why?”
“They were there, maybe before we arrived, or meanwhile we were in the next room, I should have been more careful, also we need to change our approach, we underestimated this” He looked at Ae Ra as she was looking ahead absentmindedly “Are you okay Miss Ji?” She looked at him startled and took a second to answer, “I’m not okay” She answered, quoting him “I’m very mad, I’m not scared, yet, now I have you and Mister Park next to me, so I feel assured, I just don’t like how vulnerable this makes me feel… hey! let’s talk about this tomorrow when Mister Park comes, for now, I want to focus on my next job, Baek!” She shouted to the back, and the guy jolted on his seat “Yes?”
“Sing something so we can relax”
“Roger! I’m going to sing Naruto’s opening theme” Kyung Soo was surprised that he actually did that, and he was even more surprised when he did so with a beautiful voice.
The recording of the variety show took three hours. This time he wasn’t that bored since he got to hang out with the other guys. As they were waiting for Ae Ra, they told him everything they knew about the situation. Baekhyun was especially talkative, he was worried about his friend and co-worker. Kyung Soo took the liberty to ask them who they thought was the culprit “I think is an anti, Minseok thinks is an ex-boyfriend, Sehun thinks is people from another agency”
“No, is definitely an ex-boyfriend, remember two years ago, Ae Ra only dated idiots, at least one of them was a psycho, all men are” Stated Minseok, clearly forgetting that he was in fact, a man “No, is definitely people from another agency trying to scare her, Ae Ra has been topping the lists for years now, nonstop, maybe they want some time free from her, jokes on them, this makes her stronger” The tree of them nodded, Baekhyun even high fived Sehun.
Kyung Soo found all three possibilities probable.
He needed to write down all this new information.
Mister Yo drove them home by midnight. Kyung Soo asked her to stay in the front door until he gave her a signal to come in “Are you kidding me?” She answered, and Kyung Soo did his best to look more serious than before “From now on, I’m inspecting the house before you come in”
“Mister Do” She tried to refute, but he stopped her raising his hand “Please Miss Ji, let me do my job” She couldn’t say anything else, his expression didn’t leave room for any complaint. That intimidating feeling she got from Mister Do the day she met him was back. Maybe worse than before. She took a step back and signaled him to go on.
After 10 minutes he was back, his posture less tense than before “Everything clear”
“You think they could break into my house?”
“I was sure they wouldn’t, but after what happened today, I’m not sure, I need to be one step ahead” She understood. She was quite shocked by what happened. For now, she should follow what he said. It was the smart thing to do.
Kyung Soo was ready to go to bed when his stomach grumbled. Ae Ra was walking in front of him and hear it “May I offer you something to eat?”
“I’ll take care of it, you should go to sleep”
“I’m not tired, I’m hungry too, but I better eat something light, I already gain 4 pounds” Kyung Soo couldn’t avoid looking at her head to toe. To his bad luck, she saw him “I know it doesn’t show, but the TV will notice it, haters too”
“You care?” She laughed drily “No…well, I care just a little bit, but you know, is important, and is easier to sing and dance if I stay fit, you must understand” He nodded. It felt like an intimate issue, so he didn’t want to comment on it.
He ate a sandwich and a cup of tea, she ate a light salad and a glass of water. They were in silence, but Kyung Soo felt her eyes on him. She was unsettled. Her foot kept taping the floor, her eyebrows were knitted together and the hand that was resting on top of the table formed a tight fist. He could tell she wanted to say something, ask something “Mister Do?” And she finally did “Yes?”
“I heard Baek say something today, and it worried me a lot…you think there’s a possibility that bullets could be involved in all this mess” He chewed the last bite of his sandwich with calm, pondering his answer, Ae Ra looked at him expectantly “I don’t think your attackers are that radical” She trusted him, but she couldn’t quite believe in his answer, someone who kidnaps could also grab a gun and shoot “Ok, but if there are bullets…I don’t want you to get involved”
“Sorry?”
“What you heard” She held his stare, and she saw his lips twitch a tiny bit. Was he amused? “It’s my job to do that”
“No, your job is to take care of me, protect me, taking a bullet is much more than that, it is too much! You can control the possibilities, but you can’t get in the middle”
“I insist, is my job”
“No, is not, do I have to sign something?” His lips twitched again. She wasn’t being funny, she did her best to sound dead serious “Actually, yes, there’s a form you need to sign”
“Then I’m doing it, none of you are putting your lives in danger for me, it would be a waste if you are risking your life for someone let that someone be the president or…I don’t know, someone who dedicates their lives to help the poor or something like that, not me” Apparently, her short monologue got him because he didn’t look amused anymore. He was back to seriousness. He drank a long sip from his cup and stood up, bringing his dishes to the zinc. He came back to his seat and stood behind his chair “I understand if that’s what you want, I will take care of the paperwork…but I would like you to not look down on the importance of your existence, maybe you are not saving or changing the world, but you are definitely helping some people” He bowed and walked outside the kitchen.
Ae Ra stayed there, mouth wide open, fork hanging from her hand, about to fall.
She stayed like that for a long while.
Notes: You must have realized that I write Kyung Soo (all separated) and I write Chanyeol, Sehun, Baekhyun (all together) and this is only because of the aesthetics. I like how Kyung Soo looks more than Kyungsoo.
Also, I started using Grammarly and I’m so happy with it. Just the free version helps a lot.
Thanks for reading, and please, if you liked it, reblog. It helps us writers so much. Whenever I read a fic I like, I comment and reblog. I know how great it feels when someone does that with your work.
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Through Chrissie’s eyes
A big step
While my vacations were full of concerts and dates, when our classes came back Brian and I focused more on our studies. We had almost the same level of concern for college, so we understood each other very well when we were busy studying. Brian had finished math and physics courses and this year he would start Astrophysics as he wanted. I was so proud of him! Already I would face my last year of course, and God willing, next year, instead of attending so many classes I would be teaching.
So when classes returned, it was even harder for us to see each other. Of course I was still going to shows, but I started to let go of some, especially on the days when I was tired or busy the next day.
I really missed him on nights like that. That's why I called the next day when I couldn't go to the shows. At least we had the weekends. At one of the boys' shows at Imperial College, instead of going out with Jo, Roger and Tim, Brian preferred to go out with me alone, walking hand in hand on campus.
"That's different," I said. "We always go out together, not that I'm complaining."
"I know, I just needed to talk to you alone." Brian turned to me. "It's something I was thinking ..."
"What? Did something serious happen?" I got worried.
"It's not serious," he assured me, calming me, "but it's serious, and your opinion is very important, I mean, what you decide will be what I'm going to do."
"Brian, what are you going to do?" He was afraid of my reaction.
"You know that we barely have seen each other and, I miss you, and I think you feel the same, what I'm trying to say is that I already have an apartment, it's rented, it's not much else .. "he hesitated," how do you feel about us living together? "
"You and me?" I was shocked at first "we living together?"
"You don't have to accept Chrissie, only if you want, it would be a solution for the distance, and I'm willing to do that ..." he discouraged.
How Bri was silly at times! I agreed on most things with him.
"You just took me by surprise," I said. "It's a big responsibility, it's like we're practically married."
"We don't have to get married now, I mean, we can wait a little further, for the time being we can only support both of us and a little apartment." He brightened a little.
"And I have plenty of experience living with Jo ..." I paused to think, analyzing all the possibilities and pros and cons.
Convinced that they were much more pros. I know we would get along well, since we had almost the same thoughts and the same goals.
"So?" Bri watched me for a while, knowing I was thinking about what he had proposed.
"If I can live with Jo, it won't be difficult to live with you," I teased and smiled.
"Oh, thank you, thank you." Brian covered my face with kisses. "It'll work, you'll see."
"Of course it will!" I assured him.
We then went to meet our friends with the news. They ended up approving us and giving us the greatest support. Somehow, we influenced Jo and Roger to make the same decision. Both I and Brian had our doubts about them living together, but nothing could stop their determination.
We took the next weekend for the change. I knew Brian's apartment from the times I had go there and knowing the space very well, I knew where I would put my things. And I didn't even have that many things, maybe what would help fill the apartment would be my books, along with Brian's, not counting our college books. So what made me more tired of the change was loading the books. I split the wardrobe space and put my clothes there, Brian rearranged the books on the living room shelf to make room for mine.
That was the last thing we fixed. At the end of the day I fell on the couch without ceremony, already feeling at home. Brian sat down next to me, and I laid my head on his lap. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was incredible how happy I was at that moment. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the sound equipment in a corner and the Red Special gently kept nearby. The perfect image of my home.
I looked up and saw Brian staring at me, his gaze glittering, his hair falling, his smile, the most beautiful, my favorite ...
"I love you ..." he said softly.
I started to laugh, which made Brian half alert, but he didn't take the smile off his face.
"It's the first time you tell me this," I had to say.
"The first of many," Bri assured me.
"I love you too," I said, "that's ...
"That's what?" he asked me, admiring me with his eyes.
"I never thought I would live for a moment like this," I said honestly, "sometimes I thought that ... when I felt alone, someone else, anywhere in the world, who felt alone too, would find me and I would find him, and we would complete each other. I had doubts if I would find this person, but now I don't have anymore."
"You found me and I found you," Brian said in an excited voice.
We stood there in silence letting the emotions fill the moment. It was all real.
It didn't take long for us to adapt to our new routine, at first it was strange to have to go to the university every day, since I no longer had my dorm, but I got used to the extra bus trip.
In the midst of studies and shows, another novelty has shaken our lives. NASA in the United States prepared the Apollo 11 mission, and that had excited Brian in a way I had never seen before. On the day the landing was to be transmitted, even our faculties dismissed us to see the transmission. So we agreed to meet in Jo and Roger's apartment. It was as tight as ours, but we were already accustomed to the lack of space. We approached the TV, attentive to everything, even with me and Brian being more excited than Roger and Jo.
"Will this thing be long?" complained the drummer.
"Roger, don't you understand that this is a great historical moment and being alive to witness this is a privilege?" my boyfriend argued.
"Oh you and your nerdy things," Rog continued.
"Rog, leave him alone!" Jo asked in our favor.
I looked gratefully at my friend.
!Who guarantees that they're not lying and everything is a well-made filming?" Roger still answered.
"Sh!" I did it to him "just pay attention."
Roger's respect for me convinced him to be quiet.
It was really surreal to see what I was seeing. Men walking on the surface of the moon, the American flag stuck. I believed that all this could be real. Science evolved in constant motion, and if small wonders happened in my life, other people could also achieve wonders.
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So the last few days have been rough - my uncle died and I’ve spent Thursday to Saturday in a funeral home, and the mood was just so bleak; I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately so it really didn’t help me, mentally and emotionally speaking
But after the burial on Saturday I had a concert to go to - I bought my ticket a few months ago so I couldn’t just waste it, and my family was okay with me going so I went. I had a friend who was on the fence about going to the show (It was The Menzingers concert in Toronto) but decided not to because he was going through shit of his own, which is fine, and I’ve been to shows alone before so I didn’t mind anyway.
I get there earlier than expected and I found myself waiting outside the venue with people who had VIP/meet and greet tickets; they paid a little extra to see the band perform an exclusive acoustic set, they get a signed 7-inch of their new singles, and they get to meet the band. They also get to go into the venue early, which is a plus because it was -2 degrees Celsius outside. I didn’t have any of that - I only had a general admission ticket - so I was forced to stay outside as I watched these VIPers go in early, which I envied.
Then, this guy comes out of nowhere and he says he has an extra VIP ticket, and if anyone wanted to go with him. He had a friend who bailed and he didn’t want this extra ticket to go to waste. There were two other girls waiting with me who didn’t have VIP, but they were together so they unfortunately couldn’t go since he only has one ticket...which leaves me. I agreed to go, mostly because I was fucking freezing and wanted to go inside, but also...well I get all the VIP perks without having to pay for it, so why not???
But I also couldn’t help but be a little skeptical because we all know men are trash, so I couldn’t help but think that this guy only asked me to go because he has some kind of sinister ulterior motive. We go inside together, we listen to the acoustic set, and then we take a picture with the band. Security only allowed us to use one phone so we used mine, and he cleverly told me that I needed his number so I can text him our photos - and I felt like I didn’t have a choice with this so he gave it to me and I texted him them the photos. After buying some merch and receiving our free autographed vinyl he buys me a drink, which makes me even more skeptical. He asks me questions about my job, about Toronto (He’s not from the city), just menial things, and I keep thinking to myself that I hope to God I didn’t just agree to something I know I’m going to regret later.
There’s about an hour before the first act comes on so I head over to the stage so I can get a good spot - and I get one right by the barricade. He joins me, he buys us another around of beers, and we continue to talk. We talk about our tastes in music, podcasts, our jobs (He went to school for engineering and got into law school afterward so he’s a lawyer now...tbh I was impressed and I knew he wasn’t lying because he was wearing the iron ring on his pinky finger and he talked extensively about his interest in legal ownership and stuff) our dogs, his kid, just general conversation when you’re trying to get to know someone better. When the two opening acts finish their sets we discuss our opinions of them (They were two bands, one called Daddy Issues and another called Tiny Moving Parts; both were pretty impressive and we both agreed that we were gonna try listening to them later). When The Menzingers finally came on we jumped around together and shouted every lyric until our vocal chords were raw. They played all of my favourite songs, both old and new; it was an amazing set and an amazing show.
But the concert eventually came to the end and I was nervous about this because even though this guy was super nice and we had really good rapport I still thought that he was gonna ask me if I wanted to hang out or something afterward, which I really didn’t want to do because A: I’m aroace af at the moment and I don’t possess the capacity to even THINK about feeling romantically or physically attracted to anyone, and B: Men are trash.
He turns to me and tells me that he had a great time, much better than he thought because he anticipated going to this show alone, and that he was grateful to have met me. He went on to say that all he really wanted was to have a friend to enjoy the show with, and someone he could talk to about one of his favourite bands. I told him that I was really grateful for this chance encounter, and he said he felt the same way, and that he hopes we bump into each other again someday. We hugged, said goodbye, and I never saw him again. He never texted or called me either.
I’ve been to a lot of concerts in my lifetime, but I think this has to be the best one I’ve ever been to - not just because the music was great and I got a front row spot to one of my favourite bands, but because of that weird chance meeting with some stranger whom I mistakenly thought was looking for a concert companion he could take home, when in reality he just wanted to enjoy the music with a fellow fan. I feel really bad making all of those assumptions now, but he really made my night and he gave me a little bit more hope for humanity at just the right time, right when I was starting to think that there’s no such thing as a good person.
Anyways that was my experience with The Menzingers and this guy - his name was Phil - and how it made me realize that there are tiny little pockets of good in this terrible world, and even though things are shit most of the time every once in awhile something really good happens...and I think those little moments are worth searching for, even if it takes us awhile to find them.
I doubt I’ll ever see Phil again but I hope he knows how thankful I am that I met him. He probably has no idea about the impact he made on me yesterday but thanks to him I feel a lot better than I have in weeks, and he restored my faith in humanity and gave me another reason to love The Menzingers lmao
Thanks Phil, you a real MVP
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What the Kingdom Hearts Series Means to Me
Holding the physical copy of Kingdom Hearts III that I pre-ordered and paid extra to have delivered on release day is a surreal experience. It feels like a dream in all honesty. Kingdom Hearts III used to be a formless thing. A cryptid that fans hoped to catch a glimpse of but didn’t really believe existed. To put it into perspective, Kingdom Hearts II first released when I was in third grade, and I’m currently approaching my graduation from college. Six games have been released in the last decade and a half to expand on the series’ lore and set up the major pieces for the next “main” installment, but only now are we getting Kingdom Hearts III. This franchise has been with me through middle school, high school, and college. It’s a big freaking deal.
I had never been passionately into video games as a kid. My first game system was the Nintendo GameBoy Advance, and the only games I was interested in playing were movie tie-in games that adapted the plot of a specific movie. The Incredibles. The Polar Express. Ice Age: The Meltdown, Madagascar. The only other game I can remember that wasn’t an adaptation of an existing film was a weird 3D Pacman game, but I don’t remember ever playing it as fervently as I did those old movie games.
Even after receiving a PlayStation 2 for either my birthday or Christmas in 2006, the only games I would play that weren’t movie adaptations were the NickToons crossover games like Battle for Volcano Island or Attack of the Toybots. But I only played them because they featured my favorite TV character. I was never interested in the storyline. That would change one day in late-summer/early autumn 2007, when, after seeing an advertisement for it in my old Disney Adventures magazines, I rented a PlayStation title I’d never heard of called Kingdom Hearts II.
In the beginning, I didn’t pay attention to the story. I just skipped through the cutscenes and focused exclusively on the gameplay. But as I got to the more difficult portions of the game, I started to watch the cutscenes and pay attention to the story. And the more I did, the more I fell in love with it. Once I had fully digested the story of Kingdom Hearts II, I wanted more. I went back and played the original Kingdom Hearts, then I bought Chain of Memories for my GBA. I was hooked. I started buying and reading the manga adaptations of the games. I bought a couple of collectible figurines. I. Was. Obsessed.
I spent much of my computer time in those days scouring the internet for every scrap of information I could find on the next games in the franchise. Kingdom Hearts III wasn’t in the cards yet, so I focused my attention on the three titles that I vaguely recall being collectively referred to at the time as “the handheld trilogy”: 358/2 Days, Birth by Sleep, and Coded. I searched with a fine-tooth comb on websites dedicated to gaming news in general and Kingdom Hearts specifically, hoping to find out more about these next three games.
In many ways, Kingdom Hearts helped me take my first tentative steps into the wider community of fandom. My search for news on the next games in the series unearthed funny fan-made comic strips about my favorite characters. Even though Kingdom Hearts III was still a fantasy by that point, I found people using Photoshop, or whatever image-editing software was popular around 2008 or so, to create ideas for what the cover art would look like. I found detailed fan art of potential new outfits for all the major characters. I found theories and ideas and the ever-raging bonfire of speculation that grows larger with each new game released. I found fan-made music videos and fanfiction to sate my hunger for more content between games. I wasn’t as involved in fandom to the extent that I am today, but my experience with Kingdom Hearts helped me dip my toes in the water, so to speak, as I started to engage more with my favorite media beyond simply consuming it once and then going back to watch/play it again when I needed something to do.
And what makes this day so much sweeter is how much effort Disney is clearly putting into promoting this game. Almost a decade ago, and the most advertising any Kingdom Hearts title got outside of dedicated gaming magazines or events was maybe a single tv commercial per game. The only way to know a new game was coming otherwise was if you were actively following the development of each title before they even locked in when it would come out. In the last six months of waiting for Kingdom Hearts III, there’s been a concert tour, multiple commercials and advertisements on both TV and social media, and even ads playing before the previews at movie theaters. After years of trying to share my love for this series, only for a handful of people to have ever heard of it, it’s a tremendous thrill to see the games I love finally getting mainstream recognition.
It’s because of this series that I even consider myself a gamer in the first place. Before Kingdom Hearts, I just plowed through every game I had, treating each level as just another puzzle or challenge to complete. But Kingdom Hearts II exposed me to the possibility of video games as a medium for storytelling, and it was through my engagement with the Kingdom Hearts storyline that I found myself seeking out other games with their own compelling stories. Final Fantasy, The World Ends with You, Horizon: Zero Dawn… These are some of the many games with stories and worlds that have enthralled me as someone who loves to both experience stories and create them. And without Kingdom Hearts, I would probably never been enough of a gamer to know or care that they existed.
When I was younger, I was only interested in games if they were available on the systems I had. But Kingdom Hearts wasn’t limited to only one console. In the early years of the franchise, the series was spread across the GameBoy Advance, PlayStation 2, Nintendo DS, PlayStation Portable, Nintendo 3DS, PlayStation 3, PlayStation 4, and smartphones. So, whenever my research uncovered that the next title would be on a console I didn’t own, I would go out of my way to get it, either by putting it on my holiday wish list, or by saving up the money for it myself. And usually, I would buy these platforms years in advance of the Kingdom Hearts game I’d got it for came out, so I would search for interesting games to play on it while I waited. And unlike before, now I was actively looking for things to play.
When it was just my GameBoy, PlayStation, and a handful of movie/TV show tie-ins, I didn’t go out of my way to look for new games. I relied on advertisements in my trusty Disney Adventures magazine to tell me what games that were out that might interest me. Nowadays, I annually watch live coverage of E3, the entertainment expo where game developers show off the status of their current projects or unveil their next main title. And I keep my eyes out for every title that looks entertaining from both a gameplay and story perspective, whether I see ads in a magainze, footage at E3, a trailer on YouTube, or fanart online.
Before I realized that animation was what I wanted to do as a career, my first dream job was to be a game designer. And if your first guess as to why I wanted to pursue that career path isn’t Kingdom Hearts, then in the words of one of the franchise’s original villains, “You have come this far, and still, you understand nothing.” While I ultimately realized that animation was my true passion as an artist, it was Kingdom Hearts that set me on the idea of turning my art skills into a career. Without Kingdom Hearts, I might not have ended up where I am today.
Most of the fandom knows that Kingdom Hearts III isn’t the end of the road for the franchise. Even aside from its immense popularity, series director Tetsuya Nomura has spoken about the fact that the series will continue beyond III, but that this represents the conclusion of the current story arc that has been going on since the original Kingdom Hearts game back in 2002. It’s fitting that this arc of the series is ending the same year that I graduate from college. This series has seen me through multiple chapters of my life. Middle school. High School. College. And in May, I’ll be a college graduate looking for a job. Each time I moved from one stage of life to the next, it always felt like the end. But it never is. But life goes on. The story will go on, but this chapter of it is over.
You can imagine, then, why today is such a big deal. This series has been with me for more than half my life. These games, and other media I obsess over to a similar degree, mean so much to be precisely because the story and characters connect with me on such a deep emotional level. My opinion on storytelling in any medium is that the ones that put your emotions in a blender and take you from screaming in anguish to crying tears of joy in the span of a few hours or less are the ones that deserve to be remembered. The best stories should leave you wanting to know more, not just out of curiosity over what happens next, but also for the satisfaction of knowing that the characters you’ve grown to love will be alright.
Kingdom Hearts has consistently checked every single one of those boxes for me for as long as I’ve been playing it. Even the prequels and midquels that ended in tragedy and heartbreak still had a note of assurance that there was still hope. Even if the games that inevitably come out post-KHIII hypothetically don’t have the same emotional impact on me that the pre-III ones did, I will never be able to stop loving the series I grew up with. I’ve been invested in it for so long that it feels like it’s woven into my DNA. This series has grown over the last eleven years just as I have, and whatever the future holds for the franchise, good or bad, I will never regret the time I’ve spent with this incredible saga.
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