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armywriter2605 · 4 years

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BTS Reaction - Walking in on you singing/rapping along to one of their songs

Genre: fluff; slight angst; mentions of 18+ scenes

Warnings: None? It’s a wholesome post

Words: 3.2k

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So while I wrote this, my draft was not saved 4 times even though I clicked on the damn button. You can imagine my frustration after the second time. I almost gave up on writing this, big oof.

I hope you enjoy it, though!!

GIFs NOT MINE

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon had just come home from another long day full of recordings and practices. He wasn't sure if he was to find you home since he usually finished his day later, but he was pleased to see your shoes by the entrance, signifying you were in the house.

"Y/N? I'm home!"

On a normal day, once he said this, you would be running into his arms, kissing him and asking him about his day yet today you were nowhere to be found. Namjoon didn't like this. He enjoyed being greeted by you every night.

"Y/N?"

Namjoon started looking for you in the kitchen, where maybe you were cooking. Then proceeded to the bedroom, bathroom and living room. You were in none of those rooms. That was until the talk he had with you last night came to him. You had asked him if you could use the PC in his studio to finish some work and he, of course, said yes. He told you everything in this house was equally his as yours. He wasn’t expecting you to actually use the PC since you had always been very cautious of using things that weren't yours. There had been a lot of times when you had asked him to use something, but you never did since you were afraid that your clumsiness would try to screw something up.

It wasn't until he was peeking through the door inside the studio that he found you with his headphones on rapping perfectly the lyrics of his song; Do You.

The song was loud and you clearly hadn't noticed him standing against the wall, staring at you. Namjoon felt like he was falling in love with you for the first time all over again. The way your head nodded at the sound of the beat while you drummed your fingers against the table following the sound of his voice. The biggest smile curled his lips.

He felt so proud of you and questioned himself how he got to have such beautiful, kind and talented girlfriend.

“God, you’re so beautiful...”

Kim Seokjin

You and Jin had planned to go out for dinner with the rest of the boys just like you usually did when they came back from a tour, although since some of the boys were called in by the agency, all of you decided to have dinner in their dorm when the others came back. It was currently 1PM and you were taking a shower, getting ready for the dinner. Jin was supposed to pick you up at 3PM so you both could have a small date before you headed to the dorm. Just like always, you decided to put music on while you showered. This time you were in the mood to listen to your boyfriend’s beautiful voice and ruin the song while you sang alone. You just simply loved his voice in all of his songs.

On the other hand, Jin got ready too early and decided to head over to your apartment. He had the keys so he just casually let himself in. He was heading to your bedroom, yet stopped by the door once he heard a melody way too familiar. ‘Epiphany’ was playing.

“Wha..”

Jin was confused at first, but when he heard you screaming out ‘I’M THE ONE I SHOULD LOVE’ he burst out laughing, feeling the tears of joy come to his eyes. He loved how enthusiastically you were singing his song. It completely warmed his heart.

“She’s so cute, what to do?”

Out of respect and not to scare the life out of you, Jin decided to let you get ready and wait for you in the living room. Once you were ready and saw him sitting on your couch waiting for him, you smiled.

“Oppa~ You’re already here?”

“Of course. You look beautiful as ever. Oh and jagiya, I love how passionate you sang Epiphany. Definitely a 10 out of 10.”

Min Yoongi

It was late and you were waiting for your boyfriend to come back home. He usually stayed the entire day in his studio producing and composing songs, and only came back late at night. You didn't mind, that was his job and he loved it so you were to accept it. You knew what you got yourself into the first time he informed you of what he did. It had become a routine for you to wait for him to come home so both of you could sleep in the embrace of each other. You loved it and so did he.

Yoongi had informed that today he would come home slightly later than usual. You weren't sure what slightly later meant, but you had promised yourself you would stay up. You eventually started finding out that slightly later could mean a couple of hours since an hour had already passed from the normal time he usually got home. Even though you understood how passionate he was, you still got a bit sad when he wasn’t there to help you sleep. You were exhausted today, but you were just as stubborn as your boyfriend. You were going to stay up and wait for him.

Another 30 minutes passed by and your eyes were starting to give up on you. Your own body was telling you that it was time to give it up. Not wanting to give it up just yet, you decided to grab your phone and go on Spotify.

You found a playlist Yoongi had made for you and scrolled down. You always added their songs to the playlist and right now, all you wanted, was to listen to your boyfriends voice. You decided to put ‘Shadow’ on. You loved all the raw emotions that came through that song. That was the man you fell in love with. The one who was straightforward, direct and raw with his emotions. The song began as you rested your head on the pillow and closed you eyes, quietly singing and rapping along as a small smile curled your lips.

Yoongi was extremely exhausted when opened the door to the apartment. He had been working hard on BTS’ upcoming album, and it was draining all his energies. All he wanted now was to lay down and rest with you in his arms.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly as he opened the door to your bedroom.

With your eyes closed and your phone close to your ears, you didn’t notice Yoongi walking into the bedroom.

“나�� 도약은 추락이 될 수 있단 걸 이제야 알겠어 때론 도망이 차선이란 걸 pause”

It was your third time listening to the song on repeat, yet you never got tired of it. It was a work of art.

Yoongi on the other hand was had a tired smile on his face as he listened to you rap to his song. You were able to capture his heart every single day through a new way.

“You’re so cute, you know that?”

With the sound of your boyfriend’s voice saying something that you were sure wasn’t part of the song, you opened your eyes.

“Yoonie...”

“Shh. I’m here now. Close your eyes, princess.”

You smiled and nodded your head as you turn the music off, putting your phone on the nightstand. Yoongi was taking all his clothes off besides his underwear and after so, he laid down and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I have the day off tomorrow. Let’s enjoy it. Maybe I can listen to you rap a bit more to my songs.”

You nodded and laid your head on his chest.

“Love you, Y/N. So much.

“I love you too, Yoonie. Goodnight.”

“Night baby.”

Jung Hoseok

The few that knew you would say you and Hoseok were equals. Both you and him were loud, full of energy and simple balls of sunshine. All of the members had admitted how much alike you two were and how cute it was. But the members weren’t the only ones loving it. You and Hoseok had made your relationship public for almost a year ago despite dating for almost 5. At first a couple of fans didn’t like it all, believing you weren’t right for him yet after countless V-lives and small videos of you and him interacting together, fans soon realized you were more alike their idol than what they thought. Now you had your own nickname inside the fandom and many were for your relationship and understood how happy you two were.

It was just another normal day for you as you waited for Hoseok to come back home. He informed he was done earlier and later you and him could go out and have some fun out. You were excited and had dolled yourself up. You had made dinner for both of you, wanting to show your gratitude for how hard he worked for both of you while you stayed home and studied your ass off.

It wasn’t long until you grabbed your phone and connected it to the speakers in the living room. You were so excited that you decided to play ‘Hope World’. You were so caught up on screaming the lyrics that you didn’t hear the front door opening or your boyfriend dancing through the hallway only to find you in the middle of the living room using your phone as a microphone while you sang along to his voice. His eyes lit up and a huge smile curled his lips. He could even cry at the moment as you screamed the lyrics to ‘Base Line’. He knew you were the one, but to see you with so much energy as you laughed and sang warmed his heart. He loved it.

“Baby. Baby! BABY!!”

Only then did you hear the voice that belonged to the man you loved so much. You turn around and smiled before turning off the music.

“Hoseok!!”

“Y/N!!”

“AAAHHH!!”

“AAAAAAHHH!!!!”

Both of you laughed as Hoseok walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you off the ground and giving the both of you a spin.

“I missed you, sweetcheeks!”

“And I missed you too, my ball of sunshine!”

“I made sure to have the rest of today free so both me and you can spend all the time together.”

“Thank you, Hobi.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You do so much for me. I’m so glad to have you in my life, baby.”

“Me too, Hobi. You’re the best that happened to me. Now, let’s go have dinner! I made your favorite today!”

Park Jimin

Jimin had always been known for having problems with perfecting everything and no matter what, nothing was good enough for him. He always felt like his dancing could be even better, his singing more pleasant to listen to, his looks could somehow improve. He was too rough on himself even when everyone else around him told him that it was good, that he was good enough. Today was one of those days when Jimin was being too harsh on himself. You knew that not only because he hadn’t answered your texts like usual, but because Yoongi had sent you a text informing you of so.

It had been exactly 5 hours since Jimin had left for the dance studio and you knew the dance practice had ended at least 2 or 3 hours ago. Since you hated when your boyfriend beat himself up, you had decided to pack a lunch and head to the agency and pay him a visit.

You made sure to cook a bunch of his favorite dishes and also to stop by a cafe and buy his favorite drink. As his girlfriend, you knew how hard he worked and sometimes it truly concerned you.

Jimin was drenched in sweat as he graciously moved in front of the huge mirrors that covered the wall in front of him. He was completely exhausted and his vocal cords had also been failing him the last hour. He knew he was lacking. It was like a missing last piece from a puzzle that he had been searching for years.

Tired and completely worn out, Jimin laid down on the cold floor breathing heavily. He closed his eyes until he heard the door open. He immediately sat himself up, yet relaxed once he saw you walk through the door, smiling.

"How is the best boyfriend in the whole world doing? I brought you tons of food because I know you haven't ate. I won't take no for an answer so let's eat, Minie~"

Jimin laughed and nodded as he got up and walked over to you, pecking your cheek.

"Let me just go to the bathroom real quick then." He said before walking out.

You decided to start getting things ready and done so both of you could eat once Jimin got back. As you sat everything up, you started mumbling to one of your favorite songs.

About 2 minutes later, Jimin was about to walk through the door when heard you sing. He loved to hear you sing. It wasn't until he opened the door that he realized 'Serendipity' was the song you were singing.

"Just let me love you

Just let me love you

우주가 처음 생겨났을 때부터 모든 건 정해진 거였어

Just let me love you"

In that one second, it was like his heart completely stopped and he forgot how to breathe.

That was it. That was what he had been missing out. Not the singing, but somehow the approval and love and adoration your voice held as you sang his song. Like you accepted his flaws and mistakes, but still loved him as a whole.

It wasn't until you turn around and saw him staring at you with tears running down his cheeks that he realized he was crying.

"What's wrong!? Are you sick? Are you not feeling well?"

Jimin shook his head and wiped his tears away as he gave you his typical shining smile.

"Nothing's wrong. I just realized how much I truly love you. Keep singing, please."

You smiled back and nodded as you kept on setting everything up while you sang along to 'Serendipity' and eventually 'Lie'.

Kim Taehyung

You had always been a fan of BTS, ever since their first album came out. You just connected to them and were happy that you found their music. You first met Taehyung on the streets in New York. You hadn’t recognized him when he bumped into you with two drinks in hand. You had just moved there and were going crazy with everything that you hadn’t noticed all your school work was now on the ground in the busy streets of New York. You let out a sigh, but still apologized. And so did Taehyung. He thought you were extremely pretty, so while he helped you pick your now drenched school work, he grabbed a pen of yours and wrote his number in one of the papers. From there on, you and him became extremely closed.

That was 6 years ago and both of you had now been dating for 4. It took the both of you two full years to get the courage and confess your feelings for each other, but ever since you did, you two were inseparable. You moved to Korea with him a year ago and were extremely happy with your decision, despite your parents opinions regarding the subject.

You were now sitting in your boyfriend’s lap as both him and Jungkook played together. He loved having you in his arms as he played. It gave him all the confidence to win against the younger boy, he said. You knew that was just an excuse because he lost most of the times, but you didn’t mind it at all. You were more than happy to sit there.

“Hey Y/N, you’re an army, right? Which one of our songs is your favorite? I say it’d definitely be Singularity, but Jimin here is so sure that is Tony Montana for some reason.” You heard Hoseok say as he sat next to you, Jimin following him.

“She’s always singing along to that song whenever she’s here! Jin-hyung agrees with me as well.”

“My favorite song?...Hm... Let’s see...”

“Imagine your face Say hello to me Then all the bad days They're nothing to me With you”

You sang as you rested your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. At the sound of your voice and the lyrics of ‘Winter Bear’ coming out of your mouth, Taehyung smiled instantly. He dropped the controller he was holding and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing kisses on your cheek and neck.

“My song is your favorite? Really?”

You nodded your head, giggling.

“Of course, baby. Didn’t you know that? I’m always singing this song at home.”

Taehyung shrugged, yet placed a last kiss to your cheek before he grabbed the controller again.

“AH!! I knew it!!” You heard Namjoon yell from the kitchen as Jimin and Hoseok, even Jin, puffed out.

That day, Taehyung won against Jungkook who claimed he was going easy on his hyung.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook had asked you out about two years ago, and despite being friends for over 10 years, the entire dating thing was all very new for the both of you. Even so, these two years had been full of love. You were both deeply in love with each other.

Today was another day as he stayed in the house with you. He had come back from tour just yesterday and wanted to spend the days he had as off with you before he had to get back to work. You were both curled up in bed, snuggling close to each other before you heard your phone’s alarm go off. You had completely forgotten about it and to turn it off, yet once Jungkook heard his own voice come from your voice, a low and husky chuckle left his mouth.

“You have my song as your alarm? You’re adorable.”

You turn around to face him and hug him, starting to whisper the lyrics of the song into his ear.

“Oh, I will call ya, I will hol' ya Oh I will And yes you know, yes you know Oh, I will call ya, I will touch ya Oh, I will”

Without even blinking, Jungkook was now on top of you, grinning. He glared into your eyes, looking into your soul. In his eyes, you got more beautiful every single time he eyed you. From your hair, to your skin, to your eyes. Everything about you captivated him, how could he have waited 10 years to ask you out? In his eyes, you were perfect for him and no one could change his mind. And now you sang to his song with that sweet voice of yours. Those lyrics were usually just lyrics to him, but now it did something to him and he knew every time he sang that song in front of all Armys he’d remember how your breath hit his neck while you sang along, creating the perfect harmony.

“Are you using my own lyrics against me, baby girl?”

You giggled and shrugged. “I have no idea of what you’re talking. I’m just singing along to my favorite song, baby boy.”

“You’re such a tease, Y/N.”

“Don’t like it, Kookie?”

“Oh baby, I love it.”

“Show me how much.”

With that answer and after turning your alarm off, both you and Jungkook spend the rest of the morning in bed, all up on each other.

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mollydollyjournals · 3 years

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Of course I weighed myself anyway. 159. If the 2lb rule holds then I'm 157 in the morning...but it could still be more like .2 or .4. I think I was .4 yesterday. I'd like to get away from 157. I hate 156 but I want to go lower not higher.

I wrote out what I'd weigh every day for the next week if I lost half a pound a day. That kind of thing is motivating. I need to just at least try and do everything I can. Just I don't feel like that's very much. I wrote a rough schedule of things to do over this next week as well. At least then if I get a burst of energy I can just get up and go rather than waste time deciding what to do.

I did some light stretches as well... flexibility is a lesser concern about my body, but it is there. I hate being inflexible and weak. Being strong is the least important for me, especially compared to what some people are capable of (like I'm not gonna be bench pressing my own body weight, it's smaller things for me but that's still what I feel is strength), and being skinny is the most important, but flexibility is in the middle. I used to be flexible from ballet and such but I haven't done regular stretching for a long time, and I think recently with being inside and in bed and generally not doing anything, then the last couple of days doing walking, my muscles felt tight. Lucky it comes back really fast for me so I only really had to do 5 mins of light stretching to be maybe halfway back to where I was. I need to remember to actually do a full flexibility routine sometimes. Maybe if I'm able to I'll do some more tomorrow.

I wish they had appointments sooner for the antioxidant shot. Can't be helped. Just I'm sure that'll improve my energy and I want that back fast. But I guess I can use it as a milestone to aim for with drinking, to get to that appointment first. Having said that I'll probably cave tomorrow. I don't know.

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cinnaminsvga · 5 years

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fox rain | one

→ summary: When the love letter you wrote and submitted as an assignment is leaked to the entirety of your university, it becomes a race against time to dispel rumours and convince the seven suspected muses of the poem that they aren’t the subject before anyone realises that you are the author. Easy, right? Well… maybe not as easy as you think.

→ pairing: bts x reader (feat. seokjin) → genre: college!au, crack, fluff, angst → warnings: none unless you count overly graphic descriptions of how stupid seokjin is (i’m sorry for always making him so dumb) → words: 10.4K → a/n: i know i say this a lot, but this literally the STUPIDEST thing i’ve ever written in my life. i’ve lost maybe ten braincells per word in this fic, and i’m proud of it gdi!! some of my best jokes are in this mess, and that’s saying a lot considering my whole life is a joke. also: check bio for the chapter links for now!

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When you feel yourself awakening, for a moment, you think you might have been hungover. The usual disembodiment you feel after a night out of drinking is what greets you when the last dredges of sleep start to fade out of your periphery, added with the insatiable urge to piss the equivalent of the volume of the Atlantic Ocean. There are weights over your eyes, you surmise, because there is no way you will be able to open them long enough to see whether you were actually dead.

But of course, you are still subjected to the curse of human curiosity, which allows you to gather enough strength to squint blearily and access your current surroundings.

You are greeted by the sight of unfamiliar overhead lights and sterile white walls. The window just to your left shows the darkened sky, the moon creeping just behind the evergreen trees. Groaning slightly, you push yourself into a sitting position, a sudden wave of vertigo slamming into you like a supernova. As you survey the room some more, you notice the sound of muffled conversation going on behind the nearby sheer curtain, and the smell of antiseptic wafts its way into your nostrils. You’re in the nurse’s office, you realize belatedly, grasping the threadbare sheets of your university’s barebones version of a hospital bed.

You put your head into your hands, breathing deeply as you try to remember the last thing that happened to you.

Yoongi’s dick. The stupid e-mail. The poem. The conspiracy group. Seokjin on a pedestal giving a TedTalk about himself. Yoongi’s dick. Namboob. Fainting in the utility closet. Yoongi’s dick.

The mental gymnastics that your brain is currently undergoing elicits a sound akin to a dying squirrel from your open mouth, and it must have sounded terribly loud and unnerving because the nurse bursts into the room just a few seconds after. The nurse, who must have been an underpaid med student by the looks of the designer purple handbags decorating her sullen cheeks, looks at you with less genuine concern and more acute abhorrence.

In your drowsiness, you don’t realize that your throat had somehow converted into the Sahara desert when you had fainted, so you are just as surprised as the nurse when you start doing a wonderful impersonation of Sadako instead.

“Hoo bwat meh hey?” you articulate, your tongue feeling like an oversized fist trying to work its way from out of your larynx. At the very least, no one can blame you for not trying your best to sound coherent. Seeing your struggle, the apathetic nurse has the decency to reach behind one of the shelves and hand you a cup of water. You grab it from her, gulping the entire thing in one go all while you proceed to not care about the rivulets of water and drool trailing down your chin and onto your crotch.

“Sorry,” you say, not really knowing why you were apologizing in the first place. Perhaps for existing? “I was trying to ask who brought me here.”

The nurse, unsurprisingly, only gives you an indifferent shrug of her shoulders. “I don’t know. Some gray-haired twink came in with you on his back. Apparently, you fainted in front of him for no reason, and when we checked your vitals, everything seemed to be fine.” She gestures at your ragged form, almost as if she didn’t believe that they hadn’t found anything wrong with you. You are obliged to share her sentiments.

“You’re free to leave whenever you want. Just make sure to sleep more and eat. University is tough on kids like you,” she says, turning to leave without another look in your direction. Somehow, you feel insulted even though the nurse hadn’t really done anything to you. Perhaps her lack of concern for your mental wellness and the fact that your newly acquired PTSD after today’s events only warranted “a good night’s sleep” as a form of treatment. Ah, the woes of having zero healthcare. Regardless, you decide to take her up on her advice and head home in hopes of acquiring some semblance of sleep after today’s traumatic episode.

Exiting the clinic, you find that almost no one is left on campus, save for the occasional student on their way to their evening classes. Being at your university during the evening had always been an odd sensation for you, as it reminds you of all the nighttime finals you have had to take in the past. Whenever the sun set and darkness enveloped the campus, it is always a given that you would be able to hear someone shouting obscenities from somewhere in the distance, especially since your university is well-known for the bars and clubs that litter its outskirts. Nonetheless, you hopelessly pray that you won’t pass by any drunk college kids, especially on this Friday night.

Just as you are about to cross the street to get to your bus stop, you notice a familiar face waiting by the entrance of the clinic. You backtrack, staring at the back of her head as she inconspicuously tries to peer into the curtained windows like some sort of pervert. Knowing her, your assumption probably isn’t that far off.

You approach her quietly, carrying your footsteps so that she doesn’t hear you until you place your mouth just beside her ear. Even at this proximity, she is none the wiser to your presence. You blow gently against her neck, whispering, “Sera. What the hell are you doing?”

As expected, she shrieks at you in surprise, almost landing a karate-chop on your face but you are saved by the fact that she had as much hand-eye coordination as a dead man in a coffin. You step back as you watch her slice through the air for another few seconds, her gaze wild before they finally land on your smirking face. Realizing that she had overreacted, she straightens up in a huff, glaring at you with as much annoyance as she can muster (but really, who can stay angry at your cute face for long?)

“Trying to look for that hot doctor again?” You joke, peering inquisitively at her hunched form. You wouldn’t be surprised to find a pair of binoculars behind her back at this point, given by how many times you’ve caught her “observing” potential boyfriends.

“How dare––!” She splutters, ears turning red from your accusation. When she shifts slightly, you notice a black object passing through her hands and trying to covertly slip into her bag. Ah. The binoculars.

“How dare I what? Accuse you of stalking a poor med student who is probably overdosing on Adderall as we speak? Oh, sorry for overstepping my boundaries,” you drawl, grinning at her affronted expression. “Unless, of course, you happened to hear about me fainting this afternoon and you wanted to offer me a ride home? Since you’re such a good friend, after all?

She looks at you, alarmed. “You fainted? When? How?”

“Oh, so now you’re concerned. I could’ve died with the image of Min Yoongi’s penis tattooed under the backs of my eyelids, and my best friend never would’ve known… Who, then, would avenge me and clear my name? Who, then, would take care of my growing collection of scantily clad women figurines––?”

“Did you just say you saw Min Yoongi’s penis? Holy shit!” Sera shrieks, eyes bugging out of their sockets. You are sure everyone within a 5 mile radius must’ve heard her, but you didn’t even have the energy to be mortified. Death always did sound like a great vacation idea, anyway.

“Sure, just scream it out for everyone to hear. Maybe we can get him to come back and do it again so you won’t think I’m crazy,” you mutter, grabbing Sera by the sleeve and tugging her towards the parking lot. “You brought your car, right? Bring me home.”

“Jeez, you drop this major bomb on me as if you were just talking about your cat taking a shit on your bed or something, and now you’re ordering me to bring you home? Cheeky,” Sera huffs, but she lets you drag her regardless.

Luckily, her car is parked relatively close because you honestly don’t know how much longer you can take before your knees give out from under you. It seems that despite the little nap you had at the nurse’s clinic, you hardly feel refreshed at all. All you want is to pass out on your comfortable bed for an indefinite period of time and pray for the demon under your bed to drag you to its depths and skin you alive. Knowing your luck, even the demon wouldn’t be that merciful towards a gremlin like yourself.

Sera begins backing up the car, stealing looks at you as you slowly became one with the car seat. You clench your eyelids shut, hoping that Sera would have the decency to respect your space for now and save the questioning for later. That pipe dream is immediately dashed, however, when she starts speeding down the empty streets and opens her big fucking mouth, her shrill voice reverberating in the small sedan.

“Don’t you dare sleep on me now, young miss! You have an entire weekend to hibernate so crank up that brain of yours for two more minutes and tell me what the fuck happened,” she says, nearly crashing over a trash bin in her haste to interrogate you.

“My brain? What’s that? Pretty sure that old thing disintegrated months ago. I think I shat it out when we had Taco Tuesday that one time in November,” you say, missing the way she snorts back in response. When Sera pinches your side to force you to face forward, your fatigue addled consciousness doesn’t even register the pain until a few seconds later.

“Ow,” you whine lamely.

“That literally took you five seconds to react,” Sera whistles, running over a child’s bike in the process. Neither of you look back to check the damage. “Damn, Min Yoongi’s penis must’ve been hella impressive if you’re this mindfucked. Are the rumors true? He must be packing down there, am I right?”

“Please stop saying the word penis. I’m getting triggered again,” you groan, slapping her lightly. She guffaws loudly, shoulders shaking at your misery.

“Sorry, can’t help being a horny bastard. But seriously, what’s the context? I wasn’t even aware you still talked to him after first year. He was your RA at your freshman dorm, right?”

“I don’t talk to him,” you say. You fidget in your seat, hands twisting and turning on your lap. “I mean. We were never close or anything.”

“Then care to explain how you managed to stand in the presence of Min Yoongi junior and behold his glory? Were you guys about to fuck before you realized his penis probably isn’t going to fit? Or, holy shit… Is he actually fun-sized like the rest of his body is?”

“Shut the fuck up, Sera.”

“Oh my god, he’s totally fun-sized!” She gasps, snatching up her phone while you two waited at a stoplight. “Wait ‘til Cassandra hears about this––”

Despite your diminished motor skills, you manage to grab her phone away from her before she can spread any misinformation to the rest of the student body. Min Yoongi’s penis is his business, and consequently, it seems to have become your business as well. Cue existential dread.

“Will you shut up for two seconds and let me explain? No, he is not fun-sized. I will not divulge any more information regarding that subject,” you say. Sera deflates noticeably beside you. “And no, we were not about to fuck. I just happened upon him while he was… in the midst of some recreational activities.”

“Oh, he’s into that type of shit. Understandable,” Sera nods, sagely. You have no idea what her tone might be implying, but honestly at that point you were too scared to ask. “How’d you find him like that, then? Did you hear him tugging his meat and decide to join in? Because honestly, big mood.”

“No!” you exclaim hotly, slapping her once again. “I’m not like your perverted ass! I was just––” You halt in the middle of your sentence, recollections of the past hours swimming through your mind and the fear and anxiety that had taken over you this afternoon starts to consume you once more.

“Hey, you alright? You got pale all of a sudden,” Sera notes, slowing down in her driving as she makes her way to park in front of your apartment. The two of you can see the lights of your crotchety landlord’s living room are still on, and you hope to God that he isn’t peering outside his windows and preparing to call the police on your friend (again).

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just,” you sigh, staring ahead of you and into the empty street. You don’t know why you’re hesitant to tell her what had happened earlier today. Normally, you would be exploding at the seams right now, weeping in despair at the sorry state of your existence. Then again, you’re not sure if you’re ready to go through the agony of reexperiencing the worst 12 hours of your life. Also, you just wanted to go pass out in your bed and never wake up.

In the end, you decide to tell her. Maybe she could offer a comforting shoulder to cry on. “Okay, so don’t laugh but… You remember the poem that got posted on the CCU Love Letters Facebook page this morning?”

Sera nods, confused. “Yeah? What about it?”

You take a deep breath, feeling your palms begin to sweat as hot licks of shame run down your back. You whisper, “Well. Yeah. I’m the author.”

There is a tangible silence inside the car. You’re afraid to look at Sera, dreading what sort of expression might appear on her face. Disdain? Pity? Mirth? Whatever it is, her quietness makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in alarm. You’re about to book it out of her car and make some shitty excuse about needing to feed your goldfish when you hear the locks of the cardoors click shut. You whip your head towards her, eyes widening when you saw the smug look on her face.

Not a good sign. At all.

“Do my ears deceive me? Is Miss ‘i’m-never-going-to-date-because-romance-is-dead’ Y/N really the author of the sweetest and most romantic poem of the century?” she singsongs, her smirk growing with each word that leaves her lips.

“Who ever said I was against romance?” You retort, cheeks flushing so hotly that you’re sure there is steam coming out of your ears. Sera cackles loudly, slamming her hand so hard into the car horn that it causes one of the wandering cats to jump up high into the air. You are half concerned when you don’t see the poor cat come back down.

“Oh please! When was the last time you dated anyone? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you date anyone the entire time we’ve known each other!”

“We met in freshman year. You didn’t know how I was in high school,” you pout, huffing crossly. “And besides. I write romantic poems sometimes. You’ve read my blog posts.”

“Yeah, I know but,” Sera giggles once more, switching her phone on to search for something. When she finds what she is looking for, her eyes light up as she shows you the damned poem that got you into this mess in the first place. “You literally wrote ‘how wonderful is it to find that the dips in your hands look awfully lonely without mine in them?’ and you’re telling me that you wrote that?”

You push the phone away, groaning into your hands when you happen to glance at the number of likes on the post. “Fucking 2000 likes? Really? I’m gonna commit seppuku with your 13-inch dildo, I swear.”

As you let yourself descend into madness once more, you feel Sera’s hand pat your back comfortingly, though you can still hear her stifled giggles. “Okay. To be honest, I kind of knew it was you. No one else can write sappy lovesick bullshit like that and be sincere about it. Who the fuck compares skin to moonlight anymore? Are we in the 16th century?”

“You just said you didn’t believe that I’d write it,” you say. “I need people to not think it’s me. It’s so embarrassing as it is!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think people are gonna think it’s you. There are a bunch of people in our Creative Writing class. It could be anyone,” Sera says, pinching your cheek lightly.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah, probably.” Sera hums, her thumbs flying on the screen of her phone. She pauses, chuckling lightly at something. “Though, I must say. You’re incredibly lucky. If you had used your actual e-mail address instead of your… burner one, you would have been found out immediately.”

“Little victories,” you say, wondering if the prepubescent version of yourself would have known that creating [email protected] would eventually save your life 10 years later in the future. Probably not, but you’ll take it all the same. “Will you unlock the doors now, please? I’m gonna sleep the trauma away and hopefully not be alive by Monday, but if I am… then I guess I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

“Hold on sister,” she says, restraining you back into your seat with her arm. You cough in surprise, shooting a glare back her way as she keeps you away from your bed longer than you would already like. “If you’re the author of the poem… Then can you tell me who the muse of the poem is? And more importantly, is it someone I know?”

Judging by the salacious look on her face, you know it would be a bad idea telling her. Not that you wouldn’t trust Sera with your life, but––actually, you really would not trust her with anything. Now that you think about it, telling Sera would be the equivalent of giving Kim Seokjin full access to your internet search history, and you have enough brain cells in your inventory to know that some things are worse than death.

“Ugh, can we just drop the subject, please? I really don’t want to have an aneurysm inside your car right now. I can see Mr. Park staring at us through his living room window and we both know you can’t afford bail for the third time this year.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” she sighs, relinquishing her hold on you and allowing you to unlock the door. “But that doesn’t mean I’m letting this go! You’re telling me everything when we see each other on Tuesday, understand?”

“I’d rather die, thanks!” You call out, slamming the door shut. “And besides, I’m gonna try to kill the rumors as quickly as possible before someone figures it out.”

“How are you gonna do that? Don’t tell me you’re going to go to each of the guys and explain? Maybe tell them it’s a misunderstanding?” Sera asks, watching you curiously. The very thought of doing that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention. You gaze downwards at the wet pavement, the feeling of impending doom rapidly becoming familiar.

"That would mean outing myself as the author, so that's definitely a hard pass."

"Suit yourself." Sera shrugs, already beginning to pull away from the driveway. She waves lazily at you, before driving away into the night. You stand outside for a moment longer, sighing deeply as you resign yourself to your new life filled with tomfoolery and bullshittery.

At the very least, there is no where to go but up, right?

[Life Lesson #1: It's important never to test fate with foolish declarations of optimism such as this. It only tempts whatever sadistic force that controls your pathetic human life to do their worst. So of course, it gets worse.]

To your credit, you don't spend your entire weekend wallowing in self-pity and despairing at your current situation. You only spend maybe 90% of it doing just that. The other 10% is used to plan your next plan of action.

Like an idiot, you fill yourself with too much misplaced confidence and Flamin' Hot Cheetos. You think to yourself, "Man! I have the whole weekend to think of something to do! Surely my brain will be able to make some sort of plan by the time Monday comes!"

It is a wonder that you are still somehow standing, in a state that some might say resembles being "alive," with how bad your forward thinking is. As it turns out, the weekend slips past you before you know it, with no more than a seedling of a plan than you did during the peak of your mental breakdown.

Suffice to say, you're in deep shit.

Monday comes just as surely as the sun rises from the east, which is to say that time continues to pass despite how much you'd be willing to pay for it to stop. You could live with one kidney, right? (Fate is probably more of a vegan, you surmise.)

Even when the world is ending all around you, it seems that your 8AM music composition class will wait for no one. And so, there you are: dragging your feet to what is usually one of your favorite classes, but with the added bonus of death clinging to your elbows. Perhaps your cosplay of a corpse is a bit too convincing, because most passersby are quick to step around you. Honestly, this is probably for the best, as you aren't sure what type of state your human compassion is at the moment, should someone dare disturb your "peace."

But of course, there is always that one idiot who manages to ruin your day––for the sole reason that he exists, much to your disappointment and chagrin. Hell, even his voice is enough to make your hairs bristle from just how he lilts his words ever so slightly. It is an absolute shame that the shortest route to your class is past his hair salon, so you can only imagine the speed at which your blood pressure rises when you hear him say––

“Miss Park, your split ends! Oh my word, Miss Park! Whatever shall we do but snip, snip, snip all those wretches out of your life, just like how I snip up all my haters! Aha, this is your cue to laugh by the way!” Kim Seokjin guffaws, his stupid voice unable to be muted by ten inches of concrete. Through the hair salon’s windowpane, you can see Seokjin’s hands make quick work of an elderly woman’s hair, his eyes in crescent moons with how loud he laughs. You mentally make a sign of the cross for the disaster that will soon befall that poor woman’s head.

Now, normally you would make haste to your class, with head bowed and shoulders hunched in hopes of that fool-mouthed ninny from seeing you and engaging in some of his usual buffoonery. For whatever brain cells he lacked, Seokjin always seems to have the ability to rope you into his many harebrained discussions, with topics ranging from “how often do you think people think of sleeping with me?” to “do you think if plants could dream, would they dream of sleeping with me?”

You know. The works.

As it is, today is not an ordinary day, and encountering Seokjin has only made you recall the distressing events from Friday. From your panic induced haze, you can only remember murky images of him holding court amongst a crowd of people, telling them how he must be the muse of your damned poem. The faint memory fills you with abject horror as you are reminded, not for the first time, how big his terribly well-sculpted mouth can be and how he will stop at nothing to make sure that everyone believes what he wants. (Despite how horrendous he is as an organism of this earth, you would be a fool to call his looks anything but mediocre. But that’s as far as anything worth praising concerns the likes of him.)

Something takes over you in that moment, something animalistic. As if your dumb monkey brain is going “hoo hoo eek eek… must… eliminate… AWOOGA… BIG THREAT…” and your sensible and empathetic sides are consequently forced to lie dormant in the meantime.

Hence how you find yourself bursting through Spick and Spock Hair Salon, with no plan whatsoever. All you can think of is Seokjin hanging from his balls on the school’s flagpole, and honestly you weren’t all that concerned with how Point A was going to reach Point B(alls). But we’ll deal with that later.

“What was that?” Miss Park hums, her hearing aid somewhat short-circuited with the sensory abuse it has already had to undergo. To Seokjin’s credit, his hands do not falter despite your loud entrance; however, that could mostly be explained by how much louder his own voice is in comparison, but that’s just your humble onion.

“––and basically, Miss Park, there is this poor soul out there who must be dying with embarrassment because their love poem has been exposed to the world without their consent! Now, I may be Aphrodite incarnate, but I am also a gentleman, and so I do not condone force of any kind,” Seokjin drawls, incognizant of the world around him. He continues to apply the perm solution on Miss Park’s curls, the precision at how he works almost impressive if not for the fact that he was entirely abhorrent.

“That’s nice, Jinnie, but will you please shut up? I’m two steps away from turning off my hearing aid, you know,” Miss Park says cheerily.

“STOP WHERE YOU ARE, KIM SEOKJIN! STOP FEEDING LIES TO THE ELDERLY!” You cry, filled with the same type of distress that a young peasant might feel from their first licks of capitalism. Seokjin, the wicked businessman in this terrible analogy, is the one selling his counterfeit goods to the unsuspecting innocent.

Miss Park gasps, turning to Seokjin with betrayal in her eyes. “Oh, I knew it! My perm does make me look older! Just give me the pink highlights like I told you, Jinnie. I saw the youngsters doing it on Facebook,” she says.

Seokjin turns his head towards you in slow-motion, like an ass, and even takes the care to flick his beautifully styled bangs away from his forehead so he can gaze upon you with faux interest. “Oh? Miss Y/N? In my salon? I knew you’d be back here soon enough, especially with those roots… Come, take a seat. Let me bump your sorry 2/10 looking ass to a 2.5/10 at least.”

“If it were not for the laws of this land,” you seethe, cursing him through gritted teeth. You stalk towards him, rolling up your sleeves to show that you mean Business. (Funnily enough, you were wearing a tank top that day.) “I can’t believe you’re even being considered a suspect of the poem’s muse in the first place!”

Seokjin fakes a contemplative look. “Isn’t it because of my moon-like radiance? People have told me that I glow like a newborn babe.”

“You sure have the brains of one,” you retort.

“I heard from my niece that it was because he was an extra in a play as a moon or something,” Miss Park quips helpfully. Seokjin makes an affronted noise, but does not reject her claim.

“You were, like, a prop?” You snicker, forgetting for a moment what you were doing. You watch with wicked fascination as his ears turn red.

“Everyone has to start from somewhere! And so what? I had to hang ten feet in the air with a wedgie the entire time! My battle scars are what make me stronger.” He sniffs, upturned nose and all. You and Miss Park snort, not at all inconspicuously.

He pours the remainder of the solution all over Miss Park’s head and slaps her not-too gently on the back, clasping his hands together gleefully. “Well! That should do the trick. Relax, Miss Park, and let the chemicals do all the talking or whatever.” You take mental note to never come back to his establishment ever again so long as you live.

“Ma’am, if you’d like to save yourself from listening to the avalanche of anger that I’m about to unleash, I would suggest turning off your hearing aid for a moment,” you say.

She shrugs her shoulders, reclining further into her seat and resting her legs on a nearby bench. “Sure. YOLO, as the kids say.”

At her consent, you promptly slap the hearing aid out of her ear so you can scream at Seokjin in relative privacy. Miss Park doesn’t even seem to notice, and this should’ve been an indicator of how fucked up Seokjin’s salon is if she didn’t even seem slightly shocked by your actions. (How could she, when Seokjin literally just dumped fucking chemicals all over her scalp? Isn’t that illegal?)

“I’m going to sensibly reason with you first,” you scream and jab at his chest, being unreasonable.

“Okay, sounds believable,” Seokjin replies, raising a brow. He gestures for you to follow him to where the cashier is supposed to be, except that it is so early in the morning that the other employee that works with him isn’t even in at the moment. You still have yet to know why Seokjin opens the shop at 8AM in the first place.

“Why the hell are you spreading misinformation to random people like that? You know damn well that the poem isn’t about you,” you huff, crossing your arms. Seokjin, the ever-loving twat that he is, matches your pose to mock you. He even juts out his hip the way that you do.

“Of course it’s about me! How could it not be about me? Did you not read the part about how the author looks at the moon and thinks about my skin? Everyone knows that Etude House is dying to have me as their face mask model!”

The prickling urge to strangle him strengthens. “Listen,” you say, teeth gnashing from the effort of keeping yourself from leaping and ending it all. “For once in your life, is it really that hard to believe that the world doesn’t revolve around you?”

“Oh, you’re one of those heliocentric believers? Jincentric is where it’s at, Miss Y/N!” He laughs, slapping his knee at the pure hilarity of his joke. He does not pause once at your disdainful visage.

“Fine! Believe what you want! But I need you to stop telling everyone that you’re the muse of that poem. The rumor won’t die if you keep stoking the flame with your inflamed ego.”

Seokjin ponders your words for a second, looking at you with a contemplative stare. He does not speak for so long that you’re almost willing to let yourself hope that he has acquiesced, until––”When have you ever done anything for me?”

You gape at his sudden accusation. “Excuse me? I’ve done a lot for you!”

“Like?”

You pause, racking your brain. “Uh. I haven’t killed you?”

“Fair,” he nods, stroking his chin. “But that won’t be enough to stop me. I love being admired, so fuck you for even assuming that I would stop talking about myself. However, I’ll do it for a price.”

“Price?” You groan, fixing him with a glare. “You know damn well that I’m poor, but name it and I’ll try to pay it as soon as you can.”

Seokjin grins, his pearly whites much too incandescent with how dark his soul is. “Invest in my JiHope t-shirt business. I need, like, $500 left to reach the first goal of my kickstarter.”

You stare at him, completely baffled. Is this dude for real, or is he just a caricature turned to life? “You’re a heathen, do you know that?” you say, disgust oozing from every orifice of your body.

“I am feeling quite heathen-ish today, thanks for noticing,” he replies, somber. “Does that mean you accept my proposal?”

You hate how his voice sounds even the slightest bit optimistic, because that means he really does think you’re as stupid as he is. “Can you be serious for once? And before you say it, don’t fucking pull a dad joke on me and say some shit like ‘how can I be serious if I’m Jin?’ because I will not hesitate to bite two inches off your dick.”

“That would still leave 13-inches, so to be honest I should be thanking you.” He shrugs his shoulders, unashamed of existing in this day and age. “And no, I can’t be serious. It goes against my brand.”

“Your brand of being a fucking menace to society?” you grouse.

“Exactly.”

You are seriously ready to explode, and it isn’t going to be pretty. Lord knows that Seokjin would hate having your guts splattered on his overpriced Gucci slides. “Please, can you just stop talking about the poem? It’s bad enough that the original post is getting hundreds of likes by the hour, and if I know one thing, it’s probably mostly from your own influence.”

With a hundred thousand followers under his belt, it probably isn’t that much of a stretch. As much as he is the spawn of Satan, he is rather popular among your peers. Not that popularity has ever been a good measure of compassion. Case in point:

Seokjin grins, misleadingly angelic. “Aw, are you calling me an influencer? That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“You’re insufferable!” you yell, glowering at the overly-smug theatre student. You stomp your foot on the ground, pointing a finger in his direction as your nostrils flare in annoyance. Like hell that you’re going to let this shithead make you his bitch! “If you’re not going to do as I say, then I’m going to pester you throughout your entire shift and follow you to class if I have to!”

Big words from such a weak-willed person such as yourself. It does not take you long to realize how fatal of a mistake it is to make such a promise, because you never really stopped to think about the actual logistics of such a stunt (i.e. having to be around Seokjin for longer than your recommended daily dose). You can only imagine what such an experience would entail.

After a 3-hours of watching a buffoon salvaging humanity’s hair-do’s and don’ts (his words not yours), you feel as if his very demonic energy was sucking your life force with a curly straw. You fear that when you close your eyes tonight, you will be haunted by images of his Pacific-wide shoulders and his head tilted back in maniacal laughter as he snips away with less care than a toddler. Well, at least that’s what he appears to be doing, because occasionally you will zone out but then return to the sight of a fairly satisfied customer with glossy looking locks, so perhaps he isn’t as inept as you had imagined.

Your amazement is short-lived, however, when he opens his mouth and the cycle begins anew.

After finishing his last client for the morning, he makes his way to his first class of the day. You are reminded of the fact that you are missing your own morning classes as a result, but you know that you cannot afford to let him off your sight, lest he make a bigger fool of himself (and consequently, make your life a bigger hell than it already is).

You trudge behind him, ensuring that he never strays further than three feet away from you. It’s pretty easy to keep up with him, due to the fact that he always makes a point to pause whenever he sees his own reflection (in windows, shiny surfaces, some poor boy’s bicycle helmet––his narcissism knows no bounds.)

When he finally makes a full stop outside one of the lecture halls, he intentionally sidesteps in front of you. The suddenness of it causes you to bump against his steely back, bruising your nose enough to make you yelp in pain. You’re just about to cuss him out when he turns to face you, uncharacteristically serious.

“Now Y/N, I need you to stay out here in the corridor like a good girl, okay? There’s a strict rule of having no pets allowed,” he coos, making the fatal mistake of trying to stroke your head. He shrieks when your teeth meets his palm, but you are unrepentant.

When you let go, he tries to appear unfazed, blowing you a kiss instead as he saunters off into the lecture hall. Not wanting to disturb the class anyway, you decide to heed his words and squat outside in the hallway, occasionally looking through the small window to glare menacingly at the pink-haired bastard. Despite the holes you wish you were burning into the back of his skull, he remains aloof to your imaginary death ray as he continues to take studious notes of whatever his professor is saying.

On the other hand, his classmates are a different story. They send each other wary looks, wondering why the hell this random person was doing a Jack Torrance impression. When the clock strikes, they all make a beeline for the exit, clearly avoiding looking you in the eye as they speedwalk to their next classes. Seokjin makes it out last, his gait the picture of perfect nonchalance. He has the audacity to look surprised to see you there, like you were an old friend he had not expected to meet until you both reached the pearly gates (or fiery pits, but that’s unimportant right now).

“You’re still here, Miss Golum? Have you been good? I’m honestly surprised that you are as stubborn as I am.” He whistles lowly, shouldering his backpack with a smirk. He walks down the hall towards the exit, not checking to see if you were keeping up or not.

You proceed to bite his penis in half to keep him in place. Okay, not really, but you know… one can dream.

What you actually do is follow him as he heads to the cafeteria, presumably to sustain the mortal body he has chosen to possess. It takes him an agonizing thirty minutes to decide what he wants to eat for lunch, and another thirty minutes to say his extensive list of food products that he will most likely be consuming within the next hour or so. You’ve never seen a fast food worker look so dead before, and you’re sure the poor college student behind the counter had zoned out after Seokjin ordered his tenth happy meal.

As the two of you stand to the side to wait for his order, he turns to you expectantly. “So,” he begins.

“Fa,” you retort, followed by a gasp of shock from the elder.

“Do my ears deceive me? Your first dad joke… And to think, all it took was for you to hang out with me for four hours to initiate you as an apprentice.” He weeps loudly, faking tears in an impressively short amount of time. That doesn’t stop you from kicking him in the shin, though.

“Don’t worry, I’m already dead inside. There’s no soul left for you to consume,” you reply dryly. He tuts, shaking his head.

“Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was just about to ask… As much as I have enjoyed our quality bonding time together––”

“I’ll gladly piss on your grave, don’t forget,” you interject.

“––I was wondering why you’re so adamant to dispel the rumors about the poem? You don’t seem like the type to engage in campus gossip.”

Oh shit. Perhaps there is something more than hot air in that tiny head of his.

You flounder about like a fish for a bit, your mouth opening and closing as you think of an explanation that wouldn’t out yourself in the process. You feel your cheeks reddening, only two seconds away from steam whistling out of your eardrums. Broken stammers are all you can manage as he waits expectantly, but luckily, you don’t have to think of a response when a nearby commotion forces the two of you to back away from each other.

A gaggle of freshmen storm through from out of nowhere, forcing the both of you to be swept away as they all made their way towards a pop-up stand in the middle of the court. Accustomed to the borderline cringey overexcitement of the youngest students in the university, you are quick to dismiss their behavior and decide to search for Seokjin, until you hear one of the little freshmen say something that catches your attention.

"You think the t-shirts are still available? Chaeyeon said the hoodies sold out this morning, so I'm scared that we'll be too late," a young girl says, her hands clutched to her chest as she tries to tiptoe over the crowd to survey the state of the merchants just up ahead.

Her friend pats her back assuringly. "Don't worry. The announcement on the page said they're bringing in the reserve stocks from the backroom, which is probably why everyone's here. We just have to get there first." They proceed to elbow their way through the throng of people, and completely disappear from your view. Where they stood, more people soon took their place until a sizeable swarm has taken over half the area of the floor.

Now, this exchange isn't necessarily a red flag to most people, since many clubs and organizations at your university often sold different types of goods to raise funds for their projects. However, given the circumstances that you have become entrenched in the last few days, you can never be too cautious of innocent utterances such as this.

You take a few steps back, trying your best to see over the heads of the crowd that is steadily growing larger. After a few minutes of fruitless attempts to squeeze through sweaty pits and cacophonous teenagers, you are ready to just give up and let it go when the same pair of girls from earlier exit from the side, with numerous folded up shirts in their arms.

You hasten towards them, barely being able to latch onto their shoulders to stop them from escaping. The shorter of the girls squeals in surprise, dropping her prized possessions onto the floor. She turns to you, anger ready to burst forth from her tongue when she looks you in the face. She softens almost immediately, wrath evaporating in the wind. Confused, you're just about to ask her if she knows you from somewhere when her friend cuts you to the chase.

"Oh my God! It's her!" she squeals, reaching for your hand and shaking it so vigorously that you swear you hear your shoulder bones pop out of its socket. The girl who had dropped her shirts just continues to stare at you in awe, her mouth agape as she remains speechless, apparently from your presence alone.

You feel the dread begin to build in the pits of your stomach. "It's me?" you say, pointing to yourself with your free hand.

"Yes! Miss Y/N, you have no idea how happy I am to meet you! We are big fans of your work on the CCU Pen Blog! Your short story about the talking brick wall honestly brought me to tears," she gasps out, eyes twinkling with unrestrained reverence. Judging from the death grip she has on your hand, you can certainly say that this girl isn't lying.

While you are aware of the small following that you've accumulated over the past two years as one of the top contributors in your university's open writing forum, that isn't to say that you have ever met a fan as fervent as the two before you. Still on edge from everything that has been going on, you still can't let your guard down around them.

After a bit of effort on your part, you are finally able to pry yourself away from the girl's tight hold. Coughing lightly into your abused fist, you fix them with a wary glance. They return it with unnervingly excited stares of their own.

"Um. Thank you very much, ladies. I just wanted to ask you about the function going on over there?" you ask, pointing over at the still bustling shop booth. At your query, the girls actually look confused, as if you are the weird one in this interaction.

"You don't know? I thought you of all people should know about the merch sale happening right now," the quieter girl speaks up, bewildered. She bends down to pick up the shirts she had dropped, turning it over to show you the design that you had previously failed to notice. What a terrible mistake you have committed.

(Was the mistake looking at the t-shirt? Was it waking up today? Was it deciding to live after your mother conceived you in the womb? Truly, where does the blame game truly end in this foul existence that you call your own?)

The scream that is elicited from your throat cannot be described as anything from this world, because you are sure everyone in the vicinity might have stopped breathing for a few seconds after hearing it. The macabre quality of your voice even caused the two girls in front of you to flee in fright, leaving you with the wretched t-shirt in your trembling palms.

There, printed on the t-shirt, right in front of your mortal eyes, is an image you would rather that you had not seen even if it meant having to suckle from Kim Seokjin's teets for all eternity.

In all its poorly printed glory, your face is plain as day. Anyone would be able to recognize that it was you: in the middle of chewing what appears to be a whole turkey leg.

There you were, with ketchup dripping down your cheek, sitting just outside the Fine Arts building as you scarfed down the poor piece of poultry because you had been too lazy to cut up into smaller, more refined chunks. Like the fucking caveman that you are, you had held the leg like a police baton, mouth open so wide that you'd think you might have unhinged your jaw to get the entire thing to fit in there.

You think that's all? It gets worse.

Somehow, the perpetrator of this terrible t-shirt just has to make you look even less attractive than humanly possible. Superimposed beside your sauce-stained self is none other than a PNG image of Jeon Jungkook in his prime. With his sleek black hair pushed back to reveal his forehead, you are sure that this photo is the same one that everyone on campus had swooned over just a few weeks prior, when he had been chosen to model in an advertisement for some club's fundraising event. He is the picture of quiet confidence, which might make you laugh on any other day, since the boy is anything but that in his day to day life. You only ever interact with him when you see him manning the front desk of the library, and he always has his head bowed over a book, unaware of the stares of his many admirers.

Clearly, the injustice of having a literal god beside your hulk-ish photo is downright cruel, but this optical torment does not stop there.

Underneath the photos of the two of you, there is a short line of text that is honestly the worst part of the entire thing. In bold, sans serif font, it reads “Y/NKOOK SUPPORTERS INITIATIVE” with a copious amount of black heart emojis tacked on. In a smaller, but similarly visible manner, it also reads “The Moon Poem is about them and I will stand on this rock until I die!” There are also numerous 100 and fire emojis scattered around the entire shirt.

It’s terrible. It’s downright despicable. It’s the worst thing to ever grace your vision, and that’s saying something, considering that you’ve met your fair share of delusional graphic designers.

Another scream rips from your throat––more livid, this time.

It is at that moment when you realize that maybe Thanos was right––maybe some people really do deserve to die for the betterment of civilization.

Perhaps the crowd of eagerly waiting customers can sense the heat from your unfathomable anger, because they quickly part like the Red Sea as you stomp over to the front of the lines where you will likely find the perpetrator of this heinous crime.

There is a young boy with droopy eyes standing by the tables of merchandise, his hands quickly counting wads of bills as he jams them haphazardly into his pink Hello Kitty fanny pack. He doesn't even bother looking up when you approach him, still busy with his profits, when you clear your throat to catch his attention.

"Are you the one in charge of this fucking circus?" You snarl, fists itching to come into contact with his cheeks. He hums disinterestedly, zipping up his gaudy fanny pack with a tired sigh.

"No, ma'am. I'm just the hired help," he drawls, turning away from you as he gestures vaguely at the mountains of goods still left for purchase. "Are you interested in something or what? There are still 30 people waiting to buy, so I'd rather you not back up the line please."

At the end of your patience, you admit that perhaps grabbing the poor boy by the collar might have been a bit drastic. Still, you're itching to know who the source of all this madness is, so you don't feel all that guilty when he makes a choking sound from your act of brute force. Despite your strong grip on his windpipe, his dead fish-eyes do not disappear. In fact, he looks exasperated more than anything.

"Listen lady, are you going to buy something or what? Who even the fuck are you?"

You splutter, staring incredulously at the younger. Who the fuck are you? You aren't the type to expect people to know who you are but you can at least expect that the person selling goods with your face on it would know who you are! Like, how the hell does he not know that you were the same person on the damned picket fans and keychains?

"I don't––what the hell––" you stammer, speechless for the first time in a while.

"OWO what's this? Is this a new campus couple shipping booth that just opened? Do you guys sell JiHope versions too?" Just in time to witness your second mental breakdown of the day, Seokjin makes his convenient re-entrance as he sidles up beside you. He has two burgers in hand, one of which he is halfway done eating.

You gape at him. "Did you buy a burger for me?"

Seokjin snorts, stuffing the entire remainder of the sandwich into his unfathomably large mouth. "No, you idiot. They’re both for me," he replies, with surprising coherency despite the dribbles of meat and bread product spilling onto his chin. You swear you can see him unhinge his jaw just the slightest bit.

He bends down to pick up one of the fallen pins from the floor, groaning at the sound of his back cracking. "Oh shit, that hurt!"

Unable to help yourself despite still having a freshman in a chokehold, you quip automatically "Yikes, that sounds like a couple of dinosaur bones creaking. You alright?"

Not missing a beat, Seokjin replies "Nah. I just can’t help having a bad back with how big my dick is."

The young boy taps you on the shoulder, reminding you once more of the situation you are in. "Can you let go? My shift is over so you can interrogate the next dude instead," he drawls, having the audacity to yawn at you.

Taking pity on him, you do as he asks. He straightens up, pulling his rumpled collar down before unclasping the fanny pack from around his waist. Another similarly dead-eyed young boy (who was incredibly tall, much to your chagrin––obnoxiously tall young men ALWAYS had agendas, take Seokjin for example) takes the bag from him. He gives you a short once over, no signs of recognition present in his expression at all. When he sees Seokjin, however, his reaction is a lot more than you expected.

"Oh my God, Seokjin? Holy shit, I'm a big fan!" The new boy gasps, pushing aside a customer in favor of reaching over to shake Seokjin's hand. Ever the slut for praise and appreciation, Seokjin shakes his hands with the ease of a seasoned politician.

"Aren't we all?" he laughs, haughty. The other boy laughs too, his eyes sparkling with unrestrained admiration. You sneer in disgust at the hearts visibly emanating from his body.

"My name is Soobin, and I just love your performance in last week's production at the Campus Theatre! Would you mind signing my assh––"

"Hold on," you interrupt, glaring daggers at Seokjin. "Did you fucking do this? Did you make this fucking merch booth of me and Jungkook?"

Seokjin frowns, annoyed that you had been impetuous enough to stop this spontaneous meet and greet session between him and his loyal fan. "No, of course not. Who even the fuck is Dungcock, or whatever the hell that dude's name is."

"You fucking dumb piece of shit––" you say, about to bite off his balls for real when your phone begins to ring, saving Seokjin for the time being. You recognize the ringtone to be the one you set for your alarms, and you realize that after all the commotion from this morning, you have forgotten about the tutoring session you are supposed to have with Hoseok today. Since you had cancelled last Friday's session after your spectacular psychotic meltdown, you know that you couldn't possibly skip this one as well.

Shutting your phone off, you groan, fixing Seokjin with your most solemn gaze. "Listen, I don't have a lot of time. I have to go tutor Hoseok soon, and I've already skipped all my classes today by trying to convince your imbecilic ass to be empathetic for once in your miserable life so I'm begging you for the last time––please stop spreading the rumors about the poem," you finish, tears welling up as you finally register the fatigue weighing down your bones. It's only Monday, and you can't wait for the sweet release of death.

Seokjin is silent the entire while. The merchandise boy, Soobin, has already left the two of you alone, becoming disinterested the moment you uttered the word "listen." You're breathing heavily, bracing yourself for the inevitable sound of his windshield wiper-esque laughter. To your complete and utter surprise, his mocking does not come.

Instead, he puts down his second burger, stuffing it inside his back pocket (presumably for safekeeping). He wipes his hands on his shirt, smearing ketchup sauce on it before levelling you with his gaze. He appears like he is about to acquiesce to your demands.

Is this it? Will you allow yourself to hope? Has Kim Seokjin actually developed compassion during the last 20 seconds of your heartfelt plea? Are you finally going to lay to rest the rumor that he does not actually have a second stomach where his heart should be?

Then, "Okay Y/N. I'll do it."

Hope rises just beyond the horizon.

He raises a finger, "But––"

And just like that, hope takes a pounding to the ass (lubelessly) and dies before it even has the chance to break past the peaks of your mountain of crushed dreams.

"––you have to admit that you're the author of the poem and then I'll stop exacerbating the rumors."

You can feel the demon living inside you just itching to climb its way out of your ass and circle its hands around Seokjin's larynx. Hell, you can't say you wouldn't do it yourself. "WHAT? NO!! THAT'S LITERALLY––I'M NOT EVEN––" you scream, shocked and enraged at the same time.

Seokjin rolls his eyes, placing his perfectly manicured hand on his hip. "Save it, babe. I know you're the author. As annoying and stupid as you are––"

"Hey!"

"––you've always been a pretty good writer and I would recognize your writing style anywhere. Not to say that I read your works religiously or anything, but I mean... I see your writing on the newspapers that I use to pick up my dog's shits, so I guess I read them sometimes," he says, not looking you in the eyes. The tips of his ears are turning red, but you hardly notice his embarrassment when you're more amazed that he even acknowledged your talent in the first place. You guys aren't even friends!

"Wow. I don't even know what to say."

"Just admit you're the author and we're good." Seokjin smirks, patting you lightly on the shoulder.

You frown. "Isn't that counterproductive? I want the rumors to stop, not for them to be related to me."

"Which is a sentiment that I cannot fathom at all, since I crave the attention." He sniffs, glowering at you. "You can imagine the sacrifice I am bestowing upon you by having to relinquish this newfound fame just so your little crush stays hidden."

"How benevolent of you," you deadpan.

"And since you didn't deny it, I'm assuming that you are the author after all. Besides, I just wanted you to tell me the truth, mostly so I can bully you for writing sickly sweet love poems about yours truly."

"Okay, I'll admit. I am the author. You got me," you grunt, rubbing your temples. "But there is no way in HELL that I wrote Moonlight Sonata for you. I'd rather eat my own intestines than write anything remotely flattering about you."

"That's what they all say," Seokjin says, sighing dreamily. "To be honest, I knew you were the author from the beginning and I just wanted to annoy you until you caved. I didn't think you would be that stressed over the stupid poem enough to follow me around for an entire day. That crush must be embarrassing, huh?"

"It's not!" you exclaim hotly. You clear your throat, forcing the blush around your cheeks to die down. "It's just... It was supposed to be private." Your voice breaks off into a whisper, vulnerability lacing your words.

It's true––the only reason you wanted all of this to be over was because it was never even supposed to have happened in the first place. Your words and stories were always open to the public eye. You gave and you gave and you gave, although that has never been a problem. You loved sharing your thoughts and feelings; it was one of the greatest things about being writer. You enjoyed hearing how people related to your experiences because it made you feel seen, it made you feel known. You were not alone in this journey, and that had made all the difference.

This time, however, you had preferred to go through this alone. Mostly because even you were not sure what it was that you were going through. How were you supposed to share this part of yourself with others when you did not even know what it was that you were feeling? You had poured every inch of your soul onto those pages, and to have yourself completely barren to the world like it was nothing––

That had been catastrophic to you. But at the end of the day, there was nothing you can do except to try and silence it.

Seokjin considers your sad form, watching you until a small secretive smile inches its way on his lips. You scowl, not liking the way he looks like he knows something that you don't.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing," Seokjin whistles, winking provokingly. He laughs obnoxiously, not faltering even when you kick him in the sin. "Just that I know you have a crush on me and you're just embarrassed to admit it. Thank God that I'm a great actor, so I guess I'll pretend for your sake."

"You're not my––" you start, before giving up mid-sentence. Was there truly any use to arguing with Seokjin? You'd rather not waste any more saliva than you already have. "Whatever. Believe what you want. All that matters is that you do what I asked you to do."

"Sure thing, Shakespeare," Seokjin scoffs, flicking you lightly on the forehead. "Also, in payment for my services, you are required to watch my next play AND attend at least three of my rehearsals and cheer for me every time I appear in a scene. I require a bouquet of flowers at every appearance."

You're about to argue, (fruitlessly, you might add), when a barrage of buzzes coming from your back pocket stops you in your tracks. You slip out your phone, and you see dozens of texts from a worried Hoseok asking where you are. You reply a quick "otw" to him before focusing back on Seokjin.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll fucking kill you the next time I see you, but... thank you. I know it's hard for you to be kind to anything other than your reflection." You take a deep breath, furrowing your brows. Saying thank you to a troglodyte is harder than it seems. "And thanks for reading my works. We're still not friends or anything, by the way. Hope you remember that."

"Wouldn't dream of forgetting," Seokjin chuckles. "Me? Friends with you? A 10 walking around with a negative 1? Fat chance." He waves goodbye, blowing you an obnoxiously loud kiss before stalking off away from you. The bulge of his smooshed burger has left an unsightly grease stain all over the back of his jeans.

Before you turn to go to the exit, you pass by Soobin who was still busy with customers. You slip a few bills into his pocket, tiptoeing to whisper into his ear. "Here's twenty bucks. Go kick Seokjin in the balls for me."

When the double doors slam behind you, the beautiful sound of Seokjin's pained howl bids you the cheery farewell that you deserve.

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bucky-plums · 5 years

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Walking on a dream

PAIRING: SEBASTIAN STAN X READER

WORD COUNT: 1062

DESCRIPTION: you and Sebastian meet at the gym and this results in the beginning of a beautiful relationship

WARNINGS: Making out?

A/N: first off, happy birthday Sebastian!!!! second, this was very rushed because I wanted to post something for his birthday!! ignore any typos, I wrote this on my phone please please!!! and Let me know if you like it! p.s- this was inspired by the gym picture Sebastian uploaded

You were sent on a work trip by your law firm to the United States. Being one of the leading global firms, your company picked out the best hotel in town for you. It was a week-long trip and you had no plans on making new friends, let alone a boyfriend.

On the day you landed, you decided to sleep off the jet-lag and not do much, but you woke up in the middle of the night with full energy. You decided to hit the gym so that it would wear you out and you could go back to sleep. You changed to your gymming attire and put away your nightclothes.

You took your phone, a towel, and a water bottle and made your way to the hotel gym. While you were walking your phone buzzed. A notification popped up.

‘Sebastian Stan just posted a photo’ You quickly opened it and saw the picture.

The sight was breathtaking. It was a mirror selfie of Sebastian in a gym. His rock hard abs on full display and a vein popping out of his left arm making it very evident that he had just worked out. While walking, you were ogling at the picture.

You finally shut your phone as you reached the gym. It was empty when you walked in.

You plugged your headphones into your phone and picked a treadmill to run on.

You set your pace and ran on it, unbothered by your sorroundings.

A little while later you stopped to drink water. You got down from the treadmill and picked up your bottle when you saw someone was behind you. His shirtless back was facing you, and you could see his back muscles flex as he ran on the treadmill. You did not have very pg-13 thoughts then.

You cleared your throat and drank some water. Thankful that he was wearing headphones and wouldn’t be able to hear you, you got back to running but couldn’t get the stranger off your mind. Something about him seemed very familiar.

You finally grew tired and you decided to go back to bed. You had been in the gym for an hour and a half and realized that the mystery man was no longer there. You shrugged and made your way to your room.

The next morning you woke up and went to shower. You changed into your work clothes and headed out for your meetings.

At the end of the day, when you returned to your hotel room, you found out that Sebastian Stan was in the same city as you. The chances of him staying in the same hotel as you were slim but nonetheless, still there.

Fangirling to yourself, you decided to explore the city in hopes that you would bump into him somehow. You didn’t want to stalk him and invade his privacy. Atlanta was beautiful at night. You took a stroll along the streets and got some waffles to eat. Overall it was a very calming walk.

Disappointed that you didn’t accidentally bump into Sebastian, you went back to your room.

You were about to fall asleep when your trainer called.

“Hey (Y/N) your workout for the day is ready. Get your ass up and go to the gym”

“Hello to you too Danielle. And no, I worked out last night I’m not going to the gym today”

“(Y/N) get your ass up or I will make you do double sets when you come back”

“Stop threatening me this is abuse”

“Love you too. I’m going to WhatsApp you the workout. You better do it.”

“How will you know if I haven’t done it?”

“Girl I keep a track of your heart rate through your Fitbit”

“Screw you” You heard your friend laugh and you hung up on her.

You decided that you would go at midnight when the gym would be empty and decided to take a nap.

You woke up a couple of hours later and changed your clothes into gymming attire and ran down. A sudden burst of energy shot through your veins as you went down the lift.

You walked to the gym and saw that it was empty.

The first task on the agenda was 10 mins of cardio at 7 speed. You cursed under your breath because it was like running a marathon.

You got on the treadmill and began to run. You wore your headphones making you completely oblivious to your surroundings.

10 minutes later you got down and checked the next exercise. Slowly, you made your way through the list and soon you received a thumbs-up emoji from your trainer.

That was your signal to leave.

You shut the treadmill machine and stepped away from it. The same man from last night was present there. Except for this time, he was fully clothed. You saw him stop his machine and you quickly turned around and began to walk towards the water dispenser. You drank some water and threw the cup.

You went to pick up your phone from the treadmill when you caught the mystery man’s face. It was none other than Sebastian Stan. You tried not to react but, judging by the smirk on his face you knew that he found out. You politely smiled at him, not wanting to interrupt his workout and decided to leave.

“Hey wait” You looked back at him with a confused look on your face

“You left your headphones”

“Oh, thank you” You reached out your hands to take it from his

“You’re welcome” He lightly smiled at you

“I’m Sebastian, but I think you already know that so its only fair if I know your name”

“I’m (Y/N) and I’m sorry if I disturbed you”

“You did not (Y/N), in fact, I was just about to go back to my room” You nodded towards him

“Why do you work out in the middle of the night?”

“Well yesterday I couldn’t fall asleep and today my trainer basically threatened me” You chuckled “How about you?”

“Same, not able to fall asleep” suddenly the room was filled with tension. Anyone who entered the room would be able to guess what was going to happen. But not (Y/N).

Sebastian grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his chest.

“I saw you looking at me yesterday doll” You gasped as he stared into your eyes.

Not being able to predict what he was about to do next, you stayed there.

“As much as I want to kiss you right now, I would like to take you on a date first. So (Y/N), will you go on a date with me”

“Yes. I will.”

Sebastian let go of you. Flustered and not able to think straight, you grabbed him by his shirt and planted your lips on his.

His arms wrapped around your waist and yours were placed on his chest. You both pulled away panting.

You grabbed him again and fiercely kissed him.

“Doll, I think you should stop if you don’t want this go too far” he whispered against your lips

“Maybe I want this to go far”

“Your wish is my command. Your room or mine?”

“Yours”

With that, you woke up the next morning, naked under the sheets next to Sebastian Stan.

His arms were around you and legs tangled together.

You wondered if this was just a one night stand or would it go further. Lost in your thoughts, you did not realize that the sex-god had woken up.

“Good morning doll” His hoarse voice sounded insanely sexy in the morning and the little nickname gave you butterflies.

“Good morning Sebastian” you looked at him and drank in his appearance.

Everything about him was beautiful. His hair was messy due to last night’s events and there were red marks over his neck and collar.

“What are you looking at?” he asked with a smile on his face. You shook your head and cuddled into him.

‘“We’re still on for that date right? I was not joking when I told you that I want to get to know you”

“Yes Seb, were still on for that date. However, I should go now, I have meetings to go to”

“5 more minutes” and he hid his head in your neck. You could get used to this. You wanted to, but you had to wait.

“Ok 5 minutes are up, I have to go or I’ll get fired” he sighed and kissed your lips. You didn't want to let him go, but duty calls.

“Come to my room at 8 today. My room number is 786”

“Okay doll. See you” he smirked as you got dressed and ran to your room.

Your whole day was amazing and the date was even better. You both managed to stay without tearing each other's clothes for some time.

You were lying down next to Sebastian and he was mindlessly playing with your hands

“What will happen to us when the week is done Seb?”

“When the week is done, you will go back home and I will too. But we will make it work (Y/N), I really like you and I want to see where this goes”

And he was not wrong for taking the chance. Because right now both of you were sitting next to each other, him wearing a blue tux matching with his eyes and you wearing the most gorgeous white wedding dress as your best friend narrated this story.

“So Mrs.Stan, ready to recreate our first night together?” Sebastian whispered which sent a shiver down your spine.

“Can’t wait, it is like I’m walking on a dream”

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagines #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky #Winter Soldier #mad hatter #lance tucker

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leadpaintrose · 5 years

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Start with This - Episode 13

Create: Set a calendar alert for 5 days in a row to spend 10 mins writing non-stop.

Each day, write about a different body part. At the end of the 5 days, put each of the sections together and look at the experimental novel you’ve created.

Below is the five sections in the order I put them in - I have marked each section with the day I wrote them, so you can see what order they originally came in.

Day 2 – Legs

They weren’t moving properly. Frozen, painful, wrong. They folded weird, a sharp pain shooting up them to her back. Just a mess.

She sighed, pushing away from the table with her arms, trying her best not to use her legs. The chair scraped loudly, and she only just managed to stop herself from toppling over backwards. She had spent all of yesterday crouching on the floor, painting the small features of the balconies on the third floor. She knew that it was a waste of time, but someone was paying her well enough for the work, and she wanted the sense of purpose. Hating herself for herself was hard, but she wasn’t bad enough to want to give up living. Unfortunately, that meant she had to find some sort of work to bring in the money needed to buy the necessities of life.

Her legs carried her, slowly and haltingly as the muscle protested, into the next room. She had a letter to write to her father, and though it pained her, she would finally have to acknowledge their connection. He had reached out to her, asking for her to return to the city. He apparently needed some sort of proof that he was a father, that he had allowed his blood to pass into the world. That he had done his duty of providing for life in the future.

She knew that it didn’t matter that he had ignored her, sent her to the outskirts of civilisation as a child, to be cared for by....well, it didn’t matter. Rubbing her hands over her legs, she frowned at the colour of them. So pale, her skin the only proof of her father’s heritage. She hated them. Not for their purpose, but simply for the reminder.

Easing herself into the chair, she pulled a fresh page towards her, and began her reply. He’d sent guards for her anyway – she may as well make a few demands before it came for that. Maybe a way that she wouldn’t have to burn the muscles in her legs again.

Day 3 – Shoulders

She stretched widely, leaning back from the table. Long, slow hours had passed since she started writing, the words struggling to flow. Finally, though, the letter was finished. She stood from the table, rubbing stiff shoulders. Yesterday's work with her staff had already pushed her muscles, and she knew she shouldn’t have spent so much time writing.

Pushing practiced fingers into the base of her neck, she felt at the knot that had formed there. She slowly worked the muscle, wandering around the room as she did. Memories of her life were placed of a large shelf near the window, keepsakes mostly from her mother. Her probing fingers moved to the other shoulder, starting work on the sore muscles there. Her right side was much worse than the left. She really needed to learn to change hands more frequently.

She shoulders tensed as the door to her right flew open, banging on the stone wall beside it. Sighing, she switched the massaging back to her left shoulder, starting the slowly movements again.

All your tension ends up in your shoulder, sweetling.

Her mother’s words – some of the few she remembered. She smiled at the memory. When she’d been a child, she hadn’t believed that. Tension was felt in the chest and the head, not in some unrelated muscle. Her mother had been right, of course. They always were.

Still pushing her fingers into her sore muscles, she turned to the young man who had shoved his way in the room.

“Gale. What do you want?”

Day 1 – Ears

Her stupid ears. They had always gotten her into trouble, even without her doing anything. The shape had been a gift from her mother, but her father had only ever seen them as a curse. The only thing she had to remember her, and the main reason she cursed him.

They were easy to hide, but when she had been a child, she had foolishly thought that she could be proud of them. That the other kids, who all seemed to love playing pretend knights and princesses and horses, would see her as special.

A different kind of special was placed on her instead.

She shook her head, trying her best to dispel the thoughts. This was a time that she should be thankful for them. The manor doors were open to her, only because of those stupid ears. She strode inside, the thin silk robes rustling around her feet as the guards slightly inclined their heads. The hall was richly appointed, though so far ahead of the current fashion that it could only belong to a family of great society.

It was ugly.

She did not wait. Passing many other, in equally fine robes, she stepped straight through the ornate doors at the end of the hall, the guards hurrying to open them as she did not fault her step. A few cries of irritation from those waiting behind her were quickly stifled by others in the room.

“Didn’t you see those elegant ears, Tiberius? Now, shut up and sit down, and hope that she didn’t care enough about your face to remember who you were!”

They all knew she was only a half-elf. In so many cities, this would have placed her far below anyone “pure”, regardless of their race, but here? Here, those torturous marks were everything. This city was just far enough from the centre of the world – socially, of course, not literally – to be ignorant of who should be hated, and just close enough to crave that knowledge.

A middle-aged man sat in the throne at the end of the tacky chamber. Completely ordinary looking, seemingly in spite of his stunning suit, he was the very picture of non-descript. She felt his eyes on her ears, desperately craving, but awed by her presence, for a long moment before he finally spoke.

“Blessed Double-Blood, thank you for accepting my invitation.”

Double-blood. Called a Half-blood everywhere else, the taste of it on one’s tongue bitter and disgusting. But in this mistake of a city, there was no higher honour. She hated this court, but she would serve Courtesy until It allowed her to finally rise out of this dark pit of society.

Day 4 – Collar Bone

The silver chain rested over her collar bone, dripping a large blue jewel onto her chest. It was fake, just like her intentions, but the room at large didn’t notice or care about either of them. The gown she wore was cut to show off the jewellery, the typical symbol of wealth and importance. At least, for once, she liked this part of high society. It felt good to wear something she liked, particularly when the diaphanous silks produced so much static that she shocked herself every time she touched one of the tables in the room.

Idly tracing her collar bone, toying with the necklace, she tried her best to stay awake. The lord been ranting about this latest petition for a while now, long enough that the courtiers not lucky enough to have been allowed a chair to start noticeably sagging. The poor man who had come with a simple request – a second shipment of feed for his sheep, due to the last being lost to bandits along the road, despite being part of the official trade convoy for the Crown, and therefore under heavy guard and a guarantee – was still sitting on the simple chair in front of the dais. His request had been granted – the king was an irritation, but not unjust – but the lord hadn’t said the formal words of dismissal before starting his furious complaining. The man would have to sit until the words were said.

Still running fingers over her collar bone, she started slightly as one spot flared in pain under the gentle pass of her fingers. She tapped it, feeling the pain keeping her a little more aware, trying to remember how it had happened.

Oh. Yes.

She moved her tongue in a soft word, not bothering to even open her lips to give it form, and the pain slowly faded. She tapped the spot a couple more times, to make sure that the healing had taken full effect. It wasn’t often that she bothered with that kind of healing – she didn’t want to get dependent on it, and it was a bit of a waste of energy – but this one, this one she just wanted to forget. She didn’t want to allow him to have that kind of sway over any part of her body or her thoughts.

Day 5 – Heels

She bolted after him, her shoes long kicked off and forgotten in the nearly identical hallways. The elegant paintings and beautiful flowers blurred past her as she pursued her quarry, heedless to the frantic pace of life around them. The smooth stone flooring didn’t give her much purchase, and she found herself flinging out her hands to catch the stonework as she rounded corners.

They thundered into the courtyard, bursting out between the carts and carters thronging around. Her heels drummed on the compacted earth, callouses from her childhood of hiding in the woods and climbing trees lending their aid to keeping her moving. The thief glanced behind him, starting to slow, before cursing and speeding up again as he saw her determined face. She rounded the corner as he slipped around behind a large plough horse, her heels scraping against the stone of the low wall they both vaulted over, screaming out to the guards at the portcullis controls above the gate.

“Thief! Lower the gate! Quickly.”

They paused, trying to process her words, to match her face to a level of authority high enough for them to follow the orders. Eventually, one of the guards gave a sharp nod, and reached for a thick wooden lever. She saw the flash of a grin as the thief, still a few paces ahead of her, looked back at her. He turned, not stopping, to watch the huge iron banded portcullis begin it’s slow descent.

She cursed, startling a pair of young men she flew past, well aware that the thief would hit that gate just ahead of the descending wall. Uncaring of the consequences she knew would come, she whistled a short spell. Wispy golden wings formed around her bare heels, and she shot forward like a wild horse let loose of its bridle. She bounded past the thief, pulling up and tackling him just in time for the portcullis to slam into place at her back. Shoving him to the ground, she straightened up, as several guards who had been followed fell upon the thief. He could only stare at her, an awed and panicked expression on his face, his eyes not leaving her face as he was hauled away.

#Start With This #myfic #writings #original #Episode 13

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wardfmaily1962 · 5 years

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Saving Grace Part 1

**** Please take it easy on me -- this is my very fist story that I ever wrote and I hope you enjoy it****

Word Count 2,791

“Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!”

You woke up screaming in the middle of the night soaking in sweat and crying. Its been 5 years --- 5 years since the accident and to this day – it felt like it is just happened. You glanced at the clock by the night stand

“3:15am, great, I guess I’m up now” with a long and exasperated sigh, you remove the cover from your body and sat at the edge of the bed. You cover your face with your hand, and out of the nowhere, tears start streaming down your face.

“Why did you have to leave? Why? “your voice was breaking as flashback of the happiest day of your life, turn into a nightmare

***** December 3rd, 2015 *****

“Dad, where are we going?” you sounded like a school girl with a giddy sound of your voice as you look at your loving husband. He was wearing a dark washed up jeans, white long sleeve shirt, boots and sunglasses. His muscles were rippling through his shirt that you could just eat him up.

“Its wouldn’t be a surprise if I tell you now would It” – he said with laughter in his voice. Trenton knows exactly what you like. You have now been together for 11 years and married for 5. You have a beautiful son and far as you are concern, you are living the fairy tale dream.

“Fine!” as you cross your arm and tried to pout but miserably failed.

He tilts his head back a bit as he laughed because of your expression. His laughter filled the car and you couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate your birthday than with the man of your dreams.

20 minutes has passed, and you pulled up on a gated community. You recognize this gate – it was awarded as one of the most exclusive, and secluded area in your city. Heck only millionaires lives here.

“Ummmmm – what are we doing here babe?” with a puzzled look on your face as you tried to figure out what your husband is up to

“You’ll see” as he gives you a side way smirk and winked

You rolled your eyes and said “Whatever” under your breath

He rang the metal box outside the gates and a man appeared on the screen

“Good afternoon sir – its good to see you again, and I see you brought the missus this time?”

“See you again? You’ve been here before” you looked at your husband with arms across your chest and this time, you are not laughing

The seriousness of your voice made Trenton smile even bigger. He grabbed your hand and pulled it close to his lips and kissed it, while whispering --- “Happy Birthday Beautiful”

In an instance – the metal gate open and you drove in

On the left side – you see a long drive way, and at the end of it a beautiful white brick house, the grass had just turned brown due to the season, but that only enhanced the beauty of it. Incredible custom home with every possible amenity and convenience. Charm, elegance and splendor are just some of the many adjectives to describe this beautifully built home

You look at your husband in disbelief “Trenton --- whhaa???” you couldn’t even finish your words, when the car stopped. You are now in front of the most striking house you have ever seen in your life.

“Dad, what’s going on?” you looked at him with curiosity in your eyes

“This is my birthday gift to you” he said with love and tenderness in his voice “I told you I will give you the world, I would like to start with this”

You were shock and dumbfounded, that you didn’t even realize that you already stepped out of the car, and heading straight to the door

“You mean it, you really mean it??”

“I mean it my love, Happy Birthday Y/N, I love you”

****Present Day***

**Phone ringing***

You snapped back to reality and looked down at your phone, you saw the face of your lovely son Alex, and answered it. “Good Morning my boy, how are you?”

“Good morning mama, you are coming home? today right?” as a big loud yawn filled the conversation

You chuckled a little bit and finally answered “Yes son, mama’s coming home today, but it will probably be this evening. Mama’s plane does not leave here until 3 in the afternoon”

“Ok, I miss you and I love you”

“I love and miss you too sweetheart”

“Talk to you later” and the line went dead

You looked at the clock one more time, and it’s now 5am. You got up and went to your closet, pulled out a bag and grabbed your running shoes, yoga pants, and sports bra.

You scrambled to put it on, so you can get your morning run in for the day

Running helps you relax, helps you forget

As sweat beads down your face, Trenton’s favorite song came on your headset

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

As the melody from the piano start to play – you slowed down and started walking. You listen to each word and savored the moment.

****6 years ago, ***/

Bohemian Rhapsody played in your apartment

You and Trenton are still living in your 2-bed room apartment

You rolled out of bed and slowly make your way to the kitchen, and you saw your sexy man bopping his head up and down and singing along to the lyrics of the song

He quickly turned and had a startled look on his face when he saw you “You caught me in my most vulnerable state” he tried to pout but without missing a beat you lunged at him laughing

“I like you like this – carefree”

***Present Time***

As the music died down, you jumped off the tread mill and start heading back to your room

In the Elevator, a man was eyeing you, as he extends his hand

“Hi, I’m Edward”

“Hi”

But before he could say anything else, the elevator stopped at your floor and you hurriedly stepped off it.

Ever since Trenton passed, you have lost interest in romance

You chose to focus all your time and energy on your company and your son.

While thoughts filled your head, you didn’t realize how fast you we’re walking till you bumped into what feels like a wall. You start falling backwards, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for impact, but it never came.

Instead, you felt a strong arm, wrapped around your waist as a deep voice spoke

“Are you alright miss?”,

You thought to yourself, “That’s a Dorset Accent, you don’t hear those everyday”

You opened your eyes, and as the fluorescent light is blinding you – you were able to see those light green eyes.

You had to do a double take because you did not know if you were dreaming or not, so this time, you cupped the persons face and leaned it closer to you

“Yup, those are gorgeous”

You didn’t realize that you uttered those words till the person that was holding you, quirk up a smile.

You finally realized that, “that person” is still holding you.

You quickly got up on your feet and scrambled to get your things.

You finally looked up and for the first time in a while, your heart skipped a beat.

Right in front of you is a blonde hair man, with striking green eyes

He’s probably stands around 5’10 or 5”11

Broad shoulders, clean cut hair and shaved face

He is wearing a white fitted t-shirt, dark jeans, which accentuate all his assets … I mean all of his ASSets .

There seem like a class ring on his left index finger and a swiss watch on his right wrist.

He smells of Armani Code and after shave

All you can think of was “A real life Adonis”

Once again, he spoke, “Miss are you alright?”

You quickly answered, “Yes, I’m fine, So sorry about that, I’m not usually this clumsy”

He responds, “It’s no problem, really” – He offered you a warm and sweet smile.

You both stood there for a good second, you were so immersed in his eyes that you had to break eye contact, or your chest would burst.

“Thank you and so sorry again” you quickly turned your heel and head off on a different direction

“What’s your name?” He uttered

“Ummmmm… Y/N, name is Y/N” you didn’t wait for his to answer as you hurriedly drew your key card and enter your room.

Your leaned against the door, trying to calm yourself, as you can feel your heart in your throat

“Calm down L/N, it’s just man! Get a grip for Christ sake”

You continue your pepped talk until you were able to quiet yourself down. You looked at your watch and its almost noon.

“Time to leave this joint”

****30 minutes later****

You are now in your black denim, white sweater, a grey coat and grey sneakers.

You did a quick blow dry of your black hair and it turned out better than you hoped it did.

You put on a light foundation and some mascara and looked at yourself in the mirror.

You have always been self-conscious, but all that changed since you met Trenton

***16 years ago, at a bar in Wichita, KS***

“Hey beautiful”

You heard a voice, but did not respond, thinking that, that person is talking to someone else. You continue to sip your margarita while you wait for your best fiend to come back from the bathroom

Someone taps you on your shoulder and you whipped your head around to find, this man hovering over you and said “I said, Hey beautiful”

“Oh, I am so sorry” you replied, “I didn’t know you were talking to me”

“Who else would I be talking to?”

As your eyes scan the placed you notice multiple stunning ladies parading around in their short skirts and min dresses

“Well, somebody else but me” you gave him a half way smile

“You’re the only beautiful girl I see around here” and he took you hand and place it on his lips as he gently kissed it

“Y/N” you quickly uttered

“Trenton, it’s very nice to meet you”

****Present day***

You smiled as the memory of your past flash

“Oh baby – how you changed me” you looked at your self again at the mirror and give it a big smile and a nodding approval

“Let’s do this”

You grabbed your Louis Vuitton pursed and your Montblac luggage.

You ended up having to buy a bigger luggage since you have multiple present for your son and family.

You ordered an UBER X to take you to the airport

You did not want the Hotel shuttle to take you since its always crowded and noisy

All you want is peace and quiet on your way home.

The elevator ding ***DING*** (“First Floor” – the voice intercom announced)

You made your way to the lobby, handed the card to the receptionist and bid them goodbye

On your way out the door, you notice a lady with her stuff all over the floor. You looked at your watch and you still have 2 hours before your flight

You stopped next to her, quickly gone on your knees and helped her

“Here” as you handed her a book and a journal

“Thank you so much” in an English accent “I don’t know what has gotten into me this morning, I just can’t seem to catch a break” she said nervously

“Don’t worry about it, I feel the same way too today, maybe it’s a full moon or something “trying to lighten the mood

“It probably is” she looked up smiling

You know you recognized her, but cannot pint point how

After all her bags are picked up, you stood up and reached out your hand

“Here, let me help you up”

She grabbed it and you helped steady her

“Thank you again” she said as she tries to remove the dust from her jeans

“Its not big deal at all” you said with a big smile

“I’m Lucy by the way, Lucy Boynton”

“Y/N, L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you”

“Pleasures all mine” she replied

“I know this might sound weird, but you look so familiar, however, I cannot figure out how”

You quickly blushed and shake your head “Oh gosh – I am so sorry for being so direct, I don’t mean to offend you”

She offered a smile and said “Oh don’t worry about it, this means that my “disguise” as she airs quotes, “is working”

“Disguise? Are you in trouble” as you teased her.

“Not really” as she laughed

“Have you seen the movie Bohemian Rhapsody?” she asked

“Yes, I have, I love Queen” you said excitedly

And before she could even reply, you quickly recognized her

“Mary?” as you gasp “As in Freddie Mercury’s Mary?” you tried to find your words without sounding like a blabbering idiot

“I mean you are the actress that portrayed Mary”

She was looking at you with glint of happiness and amusement in her eyes

“Yes ma’am”

You squealed a little, loud enough for her to hear but not the entire hotel

This time, Lucy cannot help but laugh out loud

“You know, the boys usually get that reaction instead of me”

“You did such a phenomenal job, don’t get me wrong, Rami and the rest of the cast was amazing, but the way you portrayed Mary, was just extraordinary”

“Why thank you” she said “It’s refreshing to see someone with great appreciation of the movie”

“You bet, Trenton and I love Queen” – as you said your late husbands name - -you stopped and had to held back a tear as your throat swells with emotion

Lucy noticed it and ask

“Are you alright?” with worry in her eyes

“Yes, I’m sorry, my late husband and I are big Queens fan. We always say that when money is no longer tight, we will visit Freddie’s tributary statue in Montreux” with a glint of sadness in your eyes but it quickly disappears.

“I am sure Trenton would have been ecstatic to have met you” you said with a big smile.

Lucy did not say a word but offered a comforting squeeze on your shoulder.

As you both are heading outside, your UBER finally arrived.

You turned around to Lucy and asked “where are you headed, you can use my uber when I’m done”

“I am actually heading to the airport”

“So am I” you replied, “You can ride with me if you would like, unless you already have other arrangements”

“That would be wonderful, thank you again, you sure are a life saver today” she said as she hoists her luggage in the trunk of the car.

“Any time”

45 minutes has passed, and you and Lucy are now chatting as if you have been friends for ages.

You talked about music, your likes, dislikes, where you live, current relationships, past relationships and so many more.

Lucy told you that she has 3 siblings, she’s from Europe, loves pizza and Chinese food, and currently dating his co-star Rami Malik.

You then told her about your family, and how you were from the Philippines, but moved to Wichita, KS, you also told her about Trenton and the accident, as well as your son, Alex.

“I would love to meet your son one day, he is the cutest kid I have ever seen” Lucy said with excitement

“I am sure am one lucky mom, couldn’t ask for a better one” you replied with adoration in your eyes as you looked at the picture on your phone.

The car came to a complete stop and you are now at JFK international airport

“Thank you so much sir” as you slid out of the car

You and Lucy head inside and got your luggage checked in

As you both start putting your shoes back on after getting scanned and search, Lucy asked

“So, what’s your flight number?”

“Ummmmm, Flight 12256, How about you?

“Let me check, oh my gosh, it’s the same” she said with enthusiasm.

“What’s your seat number?”

And you replied “26A, you?”

“26B” we are practically neighbors now, and you both started laughing

“I can’t wait to introduce you to the rest of the gang”

You halted “The rest of the gang?” you ask her with your left eye brow up and your hand on your waist

She smiled warmly and teasingly at the same time “You will love them, I promise”

Lucy grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to meet the rest of the crew

You were thinking to yourself, “Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into”

***Thank you so much again for reading -- how do you like it so far? Suggestions and comments are greatly appreciated :) ****

#lucy boynton #bohemain rhapsody #ben hardy #ben hardy x female reader #love #queen #freddie mercury #ben is so hot

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first impressions on the tracks of ly: answer?? 💖💖💖💖💖

i can’t believe tumblr wouldn’t let you send this ask until you took out the ily RUDE but ahhhh thank you for continuing to try we got there in the end!! ily

ahhhhh ok here we go!! so i’ve actually talked about all the songs, except the ones from tear, because i’ve never got to talk about the ones from her before (although i didn’t say much about some of them since i’ve heard them a lot so idk what to say really) so this is pretty long lmao

ahhh and like last time i listened again w/ lyrics and some of them a couple more times so it’s not exactly ~first impressions but close enough,,,, also this is a mess^tm and really inconsistent in terms of how much i say about everything (like, half of it is about trivia: love, epiphany and answer: love myself tbh omg)

ok firstly the progression on the first disc from euphoria to answer love yourself is incredible you really do get a sense of the journey that this series takes you on wow

euphoria: full studio version of euphoria i am YELLING i really love this song and jk’s voice sounds so lovely and ofc i loved the version we got in the video but with the extra parts it’s just beautiful, i love the ‘euphoria’ at the end of the last chorus, the way it rises is just lovely and hmm i’m,,,, not actually sure whether i’ve actually looked at the lyrics before?? but ofc it’s a beautifully written song

trivia just dance: JUNG HOSEOK OMG I’M !!!! holy shit my mouth literally dropped open like 5 seconds in lmao THE BEAT AND HIS RAP AND THE VOCALS OHHHH MY GOD wow this sounds incredible he did that!! it’s so,,, hobi?? g o d and the bit at @2.50 when he’s doing that low rap and repeating the word ‘baby’ hahaahah rip me

serendipity: g o d i adored the intro version i was so excited to see we were getting a full version and ahhh the additional part wow,,, i really love the sound of this song and jimin’s voice is so soft and beautiful i could cry tbh,,,, oooh and the little drum bit at ~3 mins nice,,,,, idk, listening to this song feels like being wrapped in a blanket?? like the combination of the music and jimin’s voice is just really comforting and ahhh it has such beautiful lyrics

dna: ahhh ok idk what to say about dna but g o d it’s really such a bop i always wanna get up and dance (i use that term loosely because i cannot dance lmao) and g o d tae’s voice still completely and utterly kills me in this whew,,,,, and i love the bit that alternates between yoongi and jk

dimple: asdfsa ok i remember being really unsure how i felt about this song when i first heard it but it’s kinda grown on me,,, the ‘so i call you illegirl’ bit always kills me though lmao but it always puts a smile on my face and it’s cute!!

trivia love: oooh i love the piano intro wow nice KIM NAMJOON K I L L I N G IT the background music is soooo nice i’m loving this vibe omg and he sounds amazing,,, ok i just read the lyrics and notes [x] before listening again and i am also so blown away by the depth of namjoon’s lyrics and the thought that goes into them, the way he can play with words and incorporate details about the pronunciation and written form of the language is truly incredible g o d,,,, and then also using the difference between live and love in english?? and god i remember him talking about both of those similarities during the interviews in america as well daaamn. he,,,, i,,,, i’m really struggling to put into words how i feel about this song and joon rn it’s a lot but god i have so much love and respect and admiration for him,,,,

her: THE TRANSITION from love to this ooof,,,, this is my fave rap line song tbh, i love the music they use and their flows are amazing and the chorus (and using wonder, answer, her and tear PLS) i honestly love it so much such an underated song can people please stop sleeping on the rap line tracks istg and appreciate them pls it’s what they deserve

ok god i wasn’t gonna talk about the ly: tear tracks but singularity really owns me and i still cannot get over this song and how absolutely perfect it is for tae and how good he sounds and asdfdsa possibly my fave intro tbh and just a fave in general wow,,, ok right moving on

trivia seesaw: *whispers* suga HE’S BACK asdfgsa,,, HIS VOCALS HOLY SHIT MIN YOONGI !!!!! GOD this is soooo good the music and the mix of rap and vocals i am YELLING he really did that and his voice at the end fuck i am dead

epiphany: (ok the bit until // is what i wrote after the mv dropped and then i added some stuff listening to the album) you know how we both said we were !!! every time jin sang on tear?! this was a whole song of that wow truly blessed!! ok so firstly, the style of song is the kind of style that i really like, i’m always drawn to their more ballad-esque songs and this is no exception. and god it’s so perfect for jin?? he voice sounds heavenly and just works /so/ well with this style of music (the same for the other intros & euphoria, they really killed it with showing the individual voices of the vocal line throughout the love yourself series bless) ahhh and the lyrics are so beautiful and the message of love yourself within them just wraps the series up so nicely like ‘i’m the one i should love in this world’ and ‘not so perfect but so beautiful’ are so meaningful,,,, // OMG AND THE BITS THAT WEREN’T IN THE MV I JUST GASPED and god the lyrics for the new parts as well this whole song and message makes me so emotional i,,,,,

i’m fine: ok i read the description yesterday that this drew on save me but i literally had to pause like 3 seconds in because i was not ready for that DAMN though this is so good,,,, tae’s voice at the beginning and joon’s verse !!!! hobi saying hope world my heart soars tbh and damn yoongi’s verse my god he sped off it made me breathless just listening to it what a legend and the vocal line ahhhh this is a bop,,,, ahhh right ok second listen with lyrics, i actually listened to save me again with lyrics first gosh and the parallels [x] esp. w/ joon’s verse in the two i’m,,,,, these boys are really something else this is amazing

idol: ahhh i always end up struggling to talk about the title track because i always watch the mv a few times first but don’t note down any thoughts rip,,,, but i love the use of traditional instruments in this and it has such a good beat i cannot wait to see a full choreo for this,,,, and the lyrics!! THE LYRICS!!! (wow i’m so good at explaining my feelings rip) like ‘i know what i am / i know what i want’ [x] and ‘i do what i do, so you just focus on yourself / you can’t stop me loving myself’ but YEAH i really love this and it’s so high energy i was jamming away lmao

answer love myself: was that a *whispers* suga i heard?? i love that this has become a thing i really do,,,, the vocal line sound so beautiful and the rap line parts are incredible,,,, AND i just burst into tears ok wow i’m not even listening with lyrics so i bet that’s gonna make me sob even more gosh what a beautiful way to round off the ly series. oh god and magic shop right after?? this is unfair i was already crying and now it’s gonna be even worse asdfdsa,,,,, ok here we go second listen with lyrics helP god ok so i just read them to begin with and i’ve got goosebumps these lyrics are really,,,, just pretty relatable tbh like ‘perhaps, more so than loving someone else / it is even more difficult to love myself / let’s honestly accept what needs to be accepted / the standards you set are stricter for yourself’ [x] just,,,, yeah,,,,, and the ‘you’ve shown me i have reasons / i should love myself’ part sounds gorgeous,,, oh and hey guess what?? i’m crying again god this song is really something

best of me: i,,,, don’t know really,,,, it’s not my fave track tbh but it’s still a bop,,,, the transition from magic shop to this is cool though with the ‘you gave me the best of me so you’ll give you the best of you’ / ‘you got the best of me’ lyric parallels though

go go: BOP!! BOP!! BOP!! ahhh i really love the music used and wow all of hobi’s noises and backing vocals really add to it this song would sound so different without them,,,, ohhh and this followed by anpanman?? iconic incredible amazing

mic drop: god this always makes me start jamming out and mic mic bungee remains iconic ok that’s all

dna pedal 2 la mix: OH OK i mean i had no idea what to expect because wtf does pedal 2 la mix mean?? and i would not have imagined that but HOLY SHIT?? god this goes so hard i’m yelling and tae’s voice works so well with this mix wow

fake love rocking vibe remix: ok we’d already heard this but ahhh i do love this version

mic drop steve aoki remix: i am so glad we’ve finally got this version on spotify because i really enjoy the remix but i don’t listen to the version w/ d*siigner and this has the dance break bits as well!!! so this is what i really wanted!! good stuff!!

and we’re just gonna ignore idol feat. n*cki m*naj ok good,,, bye

overall conclusions, g o d the new songs are incredible and exceeded any expectations i had of them tbh i’m really just super emotional about the boys at the moment i love them so damn much

#q and a #suaboras #bangtansofts #thought i'd tag you as well ginny hope that's ok!!#long post //#thank you thank you #i really enjoyed doing this #i feel like it makes me appreciate the album more than i would otherwise #also i copied this into word #and it was almost 2000 words asdfdsa #(if only i was putting this much effort into my dissertation rn oops)#but ahh thanks again ily!!#ahh and there's a lot of rambling about tae and the rap line #who's surprised?? not me!!

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Price: $240 Future Value- Included In Your Order Today!

More Bonus Manuals When You Order Today

This simple guide will provide more information on different styles of meditation and how you can use them to enhance your life…

Format: Instant PDF Access

Price: $19.95

Understanding The Power of Your Dreams

In this manual, you’ll get to see 1,000 dreams interpreted. A truly unique reading experience.

The wife of a captain who has gone out to the Indian mutiny sees one night her husband standing before her with his hands pressed to his breast, and a look of suffering on his face. The agitation that she feels convinces her that he is either killed or badly wounded.

It was November 14th. The War Office subsequently publishes his death as having taken place on November 15th. She endeavors to have the true date ascertained. The War Office was wrong. He died on the 14th.

“A child six years old stops in the middle of his play and cries out, frightened: “Mamma, I have seen Mamma.” At that moment his mother was dying far away from him

“A young girl at a ball stops short in the middle of a dance and cries, bursting into tears. `My father is dead; I have just seen him.’ At that moment her father died. She did not even know he was ill.

“All these things present themselves to us as indicating not physiological operations of one brain acting on another, but psychic actions of spirit upon spirit. We feel that they indicate to us some power unknown.

This is the power dreams have over our life. They can shape and mold our future in all sorts of ways, and by harnessing that power we end up changing our lives for the better..

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The Guide to Lucid Dreaming

Excellent manuscript on tips, techniques and methods to take your Lucid Dreaming skills to the next level

Lucid Dreaming allows you to be more of an active participant in your dreams instead of a bystander not knowing

what is going to happen. You’ll also learn several unique “Dream Control” techniques.

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The CIA Remote Viewing Manual

This is the actual US Governments manual that was used by the famed “Psychic Spies” in many of the most secretive operations, and now you can see under the covers.Since this is a Government document, it is in the “Public Domain”. The key concepts you’ll learn from this is that the government has teams like this set up to retrive intel…The Russians have been doing it for years, now you get to see the US Governments actual documents.

Format: Instant PDF Access

Public Domain- Yours today as part of the Mind Portal System

Let’s Recap Everything You’ll Get

Mind Portal Manual– $19.95

The Complete “Mind Portal System” of MP3s– $39.95

3 Training Videos– $39.95

20 Special Meditation Audio Files– $239.95

CIA Manual– FREE (public domain)

Lucid Dreaming Guide– $19.95

Interpreting Dreams Guide– $19.95

Meditation Guide– $19.95

Total Value of Close to $400!

You Have My Guarantee That You Will Get These Esoteric Meditations to Work for You, Learn How to Relax More, and Begin to See The Spiritual Side of Your Life Better in 60 Days

I’m not going to lie to you like some sleazy marketers do!

The truth is… Depending on how much time you decide to invest in this system, I can’t guarantee that you’ll be flying around the universe in your astral body in 60 days… for example, if you only do this every “now and then” it might realistically take longer than 60 days.

However, what I CAN guarantee is that if you apply these techniques you will definitely be able to get to an increased state of relaxation and start the process of doing some of the more unique techniques like Lucid Dreaming (if that’s your goal).

Alright, I want to take any doubts or indecision you might have at this point, out of your head. Seriously, if you don’t take action, you will NEVER improve your body, mind and spirit… You’ll simply continue to struggle for years more with that thought of “what if”.

You’ll just keep procrastinating and making up lame excuses as to why you’re “gonna wait until next week” to start your journey. PLEASE!

Why not make the decision TODAY to finally learn an exact proven method of success to get your body and mind relaxed and THINK that will actually allow you to enjoy life, while simultaneously giving you more energy and the ability to re-create your life (if you desire).

I want you to realize that you have nothing to lose except maybe your old ways of thinking and doing. That’s why I’ve decided to offer you 100% unconditional money back guarantee if you do not successfully get this to work for you in 60 days.

You have a full 8 weeks to review the program and see for yourself as you begin on the journey of a lifetime through mind and spirit. If you are not satisfied with the information, we will give you a prompt and courteous refund. It’s that simple.

You might ask why I am foolish enough to offer a money back guarantee. Well, basically I am assuming that you are a trustworthy individual that would not try to take advantage of me unless you were legitimately dissatisfied. However, I am so confident in this system that I know you’ll be satisfied once you see how well it works for you.

That’s my promise to you! I’m genuinely invested in helping you achieve your meditation goals and improving your quality of life forever. Just look at some of the testimonials below from my readers all over the world, and you can see that this program actually delivers on everything I’m promising you.

You’re Probably Wondering How Much This Cool System Costs

I know what you’re thinking… So how much is this entire package going to cost me, Al? Well, as you can see, the value of this package, including the main Mind Portal System as well as the bonus items, is over $400.00.

However, I wanted to make this program affordable for everyone, and a wise investment in your personal development & something you will do for the rest of your life!

For that reason, I’m offering this entire system, the Mind Portal Manual, The Videos, Audio Files, Bonus Audio Files in addition to the 3 bonuses. This sells every day elsewhere for $119.95, and you can get this now for only $77 total for the entire system!

If you think about that in terms of getting these unique abilities that you want in 8 weeks, this comes out to only $1.28 per day for 8 weeks! Come on now… even your morning coffee or tea costs more than $1.28 per day.

You’re Just Moments Away From The Skills of a Lifetime!

The order links below will take you to our guaranteed secure server and you can instantly download the printable PDF format E-book package, online audio and video bonuses, and more. Instead of waiting for a typical package in the mail, you can download this program immediately and get started on your new meditation journey in just minutes from now!

You can choose to read the program on your computer, or print it out to read anytime, anywhere. The audio bonuses will be available to listen to directly online or download to your preferred MP3 player

Don’t delay, because the FREE bonus package valued at $239.95 will only be available for a limited time due to the fact that I’ll probably release it as its own product, so grab this system today.

In just a few minutes, you’ll be able to download and start absorbing the info in the program and see for yourself why this system is currently not only one of the best selling meditation programs in the world, but also one of the best esoteric training manuals you’ll ever find…

Get started today and claim your Mind Force Meditation: Mind Portal downloadable package, and receive this cutting edge program along with $239.95 worth of FREE bonuses, click the following order button below to go to our secure processing page.

Please Note: This is a downloadable program. You will NOT receive a physical package shipped to you in the mail. The entire package will be immediately available for you to download and get started right away after ordering. This program is NOT available in stores, so you can only access it through this website.

Clicking the above order button will take you to a secure page for the transaction by Clickbank, the most popular online payment processor of digital products in the world. Upon confirmation of your order, you will immediately be redirected to a download page to download the e-book program as well as the free bonuses.

If you have a high speed internet connection, the downloads usually take less than a minute. The e-book download and free bonuses will be in PDF format, so you will need Adobe Reader installed on your computer to open the files. Most computers already have Adobe Reader installed, but if you don’t currently have it, a free download is available once you’re on the download page.

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Get ready to start on a path that is wonderful indeed in just weeks!

Respectfully,

A. Thomas Perhacs (Al)

Author, Creator, Visionary of The Mind Force Method & Many Other Books, Systems & Programs.

P.S. Don’t delay any longer in developing your meditation skills! People that keep putting off their goals rarely ever get around to pursuing them. STOP procrastinating and making LAME excuses for why you aren’t where you want to be in life! Arm yourself with the knowledge TODAY to get the results you want, and then ACT on it!

P.P.S. Remember, you are not only getting the entire Mind Portal system, but also the amazing audio and video bonuses. The bonuses alone are valued at $239.95… and you get all of this for the small investment of only $77!

Heck, you’d spend more than that for some night out at a restaurant or a few cocktails with friends. Why not do something that will improve your life instead! If you really desire these highly guarded skills, don’t miss out on this offer… Order NOW before the bonus package expires!

Yes Al, I want to start learning these high level methods of meditation today! Let’s get started:

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