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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Pairing- Jin x Named Reader

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Includes- risque photo shoot, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, missionary, taking pictures during sex, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jin POV

"Are you kidding?", I ask my best friend

I'm completely shocked that she'd ask me this

"No I'm not kidding Jinnie. I trust you and I'd rather you do it than some stranger"

"You do know I've never done this before? I photograph fashion shows, not model shoots"

"Yeah but you know what you're doing. You had to take classes on all kinds of photography when you were in school right?"

I did

I could do what she's asking

But it's her

It's...weird

"Jin please? I don't want some stranger taking these kind of pictures. I feel comfortable with you"

I know she's comfortable with me

We've been friends since we were toddlers

I just didn't know she was this comfortable with me

"Why do you want this kind of pictures anyway?"

She sighs, "My agent said I needed riskier pictures to show agencies and photographers that I'm up for modeling anything. She suggested lingerie and nudes"

Her agent suggested this?

Jesus

"Look, I'll pay you as if I hired you. We can be professional and pretend we're not friends"

I snort, "You're not paying me"

She raises her eyebrow, "Yes I am. This is a legit photoshoot Jinnie. It's your job. I want high quality photos. And I'm not taking anything for free"

I scoff, a little insulted, "You think I wouldn't give you high quality pictures for free?"

"I know you would Jinnie but I can't let you do it for free. You're taking your time that could be used for another shoot. You're using your materials and equipment that can be used for legit work. I'm paying you"

"No you're not"

She's insane if she thinks she's gonna pay me

I do lots of photography for our friends for free all the time

I'm especially not going to take money from her

"Jin"

"That's the deal", I interrupt, "If you want me to do this, I will but I'm doing it for free. You never have to pay me for anything Jo. Never"

She huffs, crossing her arms, "Fine. Thank you"

I nod, "Where so you want to do this?"

"Uh couch I guess. I want tasteful pictures, not porno ones on a bed"

Yeah I doubt I could keep a hard on from forming if it was on a bed

As it is it's going to be so hard to not get hard

Especially with my feelings for her

Yes it's the cliche falling in love with your best friend trope

I just fell hard when we were teenagers and it's always been her

Yes I've had girlfriends but I've never loved any of them

And she's completely oblivious

She's like that with most things but when it comes to me she's completely blind about my feelings although I tried to make her aware of it without saying it

I eventually gave up and figured she doesn't see me like that

It sucks but I don't know what I can do

Nothing now because she's seeing someone

Not a boyfriend but a guy she's been dating

Pisses me off but whatever

If she's happy, I'm happy for her

"Alright then", I tell her, "You should go get ready and I'll set up everything"

She nods, "Thanks Jinnie"

"Sure Jo. Anything for you. You know that"

She smiles, taking my breath away then leaves to her room

I let out a breath, telling myself that this is just like any job

Yeah right

How I'm gonna do this I don't know but I will, for her

While she's getting ready, I pull out my camera, laptop and all the equipment I need

Her couch is near a window and I pull the curtains back, deciding to try to use natural light

If it doesn't work, I'll set up the lights

On my camera, I make sure the battery is full and switch the SD card to a blank one

I take a few pictures to make sure everything is working and clear

"Uh Jinnie? Are you ready?"

"Yeah Jo, I'm rea-"

My words die on my lips as I stare at her

I don't know where to look

At her big boobs in the small bra, the tiny panties, the stomach piece attached to panties or the strings attached to garters around both thighs

I had no clue she had her belly pierced or a big tattoo on the right side of her body

'Stop staring!', I yell at myself

I avert my eyes to her beautiful face, her eyes done in pretty eye makeup, her lips glossy

Fuck me

"You ok Jinnie?"

"Yeah. Fine", I say

I'm so not fine

"Let's start", I say, wanting to get this over with

She nods, getting to the couch and sitting on it

She puts her arm on the arm rest, leaning against it, her long brown hair falling over her shoulder

She looks at me and I swallow hard, raising the camera and taking the picture

She moves and I take picture after picture of her

Of her in the same position but laying her head on the arm rest

Of her leaning back against the couch

Of her sitting with her legs tucked under her

Of her sitting with her back to me, looking over her shoulder, a small smirk on her face

Another where she's laying on her side, looking innocently into the camera

Another of her laying on her back, one arm above her head, biting her lip

And each one makes me harder and harder and I hope to God she doesn't notice

"We got lots of good shots", I tell her

She nods, "Great. Should I take the lingerie off?"

"I uh...sure"

"Well should I just take it off or are you going to take pictures while I do? Would those be good shots"

Christ, she's trying to kill me

"Yeah I could do that. They'd be nice shots"

She nods, unbuckling the strings on the garders, peeling off the stomach piece

Then she takes off the garders from around her pretty thighs

I'm taking pictures of everything she's doing and hyperventilating at the same time

'Be professional', I yell at myself

I have to pretend this isn't the girl I want

I have to pretend this is a stranger who booked me

I have to stay professional

She reaches around her back and the next thing I know, she's pulling the bra down, her big perky breasts exposed

Oh my god

She drops the bra, then stands up, pulling down the strings of her panties, slowly taking them off

They pool at her ankle and she steps out of them

I choke on air, seeing her completely naked

She's fucking gorgeous

Perfect

And her pussy is so fucking pretty, so small

She sits on the couch and I take pictures of her doing similar poses to the ones where she was dressed

She lays down on her back, and I move closer, taking a picture from above, a small smile on her face

I swallow hard, lowering the camera and checking the picture

My eyes move from the camera screen to her lower stomach, right above her pretty pussy

Biting my lip, I can't tear my eyes from that piece of skin

I don't even know that I'm touching her until I see my hand run over her skin

Shit

I snatch my hand away, cursing myself but at the same time loving how soft and smooth she felt

I need to get a grip

I feel her hand on mine, my eyes moving up to hers

She puts my hand back on the same spot

"You can touch", she says so softly

I can what?

Did I hear her right?

She sits up a little, taking my camera and gently placing it on the floor

Then she takes my other hand and puts it on her chest between her breasts

My heart is pounding in my chest and my brain is not working

"You can touch if you want", she repeats

Her words finally penetrate my brain and my hands move on their own

I run one hand down her body, feeling her skin tremble under my touch

Fuck

Moving to her thighs, I slowly move my hands up, reveling in the way her skin feels

Getting to her breasts, I wrap my hands around them, squeezing softly

My gaze moves to her face and I'm completely in shock at seeing her eyes closed, biting her lip and what seems like pleasure on her face

Getting braver, I lean down, kissing the skin between her breasts

I almost don't believe what I'm hearing when she lets out a soft moan

"More Jinnie"

I can do that

I press more kisses on her skin, feeling it tremble beneath my lips

Moving to her nipple, I lick it, feeling it get hard under my tongue

"Mmm Jinnie"

I lick that nipple a few times then switch to her other, licking that one slowly

Once it's hard, I suck it in my mouth, tugging and playing with it

"Oh fuck Jin! Yes baby"

Hear her fuels me to keep going and I suck on her nipple like I can't get enough, rubbing the other with my hand

I play with her nipples for a little, listening to her soft moans

Then I press kiss after kiss to her skin, down her gorgeous body, my hands moving down slowly, more soft moans spilling from her lips

I can't believe this is happening

I stop right above her pussy, thinking kissing there would be going too far

She however, runs her hand in my hair asking, "Please"

Looking up at her, I ask, "Are you sure?"

She nods

Ok then

I press a soft kiss on the top of her pussy, loving how it feels under my lips

I kiss her a few more times, opening her legs as I move lower, feeling how wet she is under my lips

God I just want to eat her pussy

Looking up at her, I ask, "Can I taste you?"

"Yes Jinnie. Please"

Without saying anything, I lay my tongue on her pussy and slowly lick up

Groaning against her, I taste her and fuck she tastes incredible

I knew she would

"Jinnie!", she cries and fuck I love the sound of my name in her voice

"Wanna make you cum", I murmur, licking her again

"Yes yes yes", she yells

Thank god

Pushing her legs open more, I bury my tongue in her, swirling everywhere, running along her slit

"Jin! Oh my fucking god! Jin!"

Moaning against her, I grip her thighs hard as I roll my tongue over her clit

"Yes Jin! There! Fuck there!", she cries

Moving my tongue fast, I lick her throbbing bump over and over

As I do that, I move my hand and start pushing two fingers in

"Oh my god! Jin! Fuck Jin!"

As I sink my fingers in, I feel her tiny tight pussy suck them in

God she's so fucking wet it's all over my hand

I move my fingers in and out, slowly at first, picking up speed every few thrusts

She loudly cries my name over and over and I've never had a girl respond to me this way

Never this loud, never yelling my name like she is

I really like it

I'm making her feel really good, I always wanted to and I'm achieving it

Wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck hard and fast, her screams so loud in the room

Her clit is throbbing so hard against my lips, each pulse sending pleasure straight to my hard cock

Still moving my fingers inside her, I feel a soft spot and I press down on it

"Fuck!", she cries, her body arching slightly

Got her spot

I move my mouth faster, slurping on her small clit while I rub her spot over and over

Her hand plunges in my hair, pulling as she screams my name

"Jin! Jin!"

Her pussy pulses so fast, so hard as she cums, her legs shaking around my head

I finger and suck her through it, feeling my hand get fucking drenched

When it's over, I move back and pull my fingers out of her

I gape at how creamy her cum is

It's all over my hand and I immediately put my fingers in her mouth, tasting her

Oh my fucking god

So good, so sweet

I need more

Pushing her legs to her chest, I tell her, "Hold your legs"

She does and I look down at her pretty pussy

Spreading her lips, I lick along her entrance, cleaning up all her cum

I need more

Circling her hole a few times, I plunge my tongue inside her

"Fuck!", she yells, clenching around my tongue immediately, making me moan

Pulling my tongue out, I shove it back in over and over, tongue fucking her little pussy

"Jinnie! Oh my god! Don't stop! Baby!", she cries

That's not a problem as I'm not stopping anytime soon

Rubbing her clit with my thumb, I continue to fuck my tongue into her, loving the way she tightens around my tongue, the way she's creaming my mouth

"I'm gonna cum!", she yells, her body starting to shake

I wiggle my tongue in as much as I can just as she throbs hard, her cream coating my mouth

I swallow eagerly, licking back in for more

"Baby. So fucking good", I moan

"Fuck Jin"

Reluctantly I move away when she finishes only to be so shocked when her hand grabs my shirt and pulling me against her, her lips crashing into mine

Fucking fireworks go off in my vision, my heart beating so fast as I kiss her

She leans back down, taking me with her, her arms wrapping around my body

I go with it, slipping my tongue in her mouth, hers playing with mine

I feel her hands go under my shirt, softly touching me, my skin going crazy, trembling and shuddering

God her small hands feel so fucking good

As her fingers travel up my back, she takes my shirt along until she separates from me for the second it takes to get my shirt off

She throws it on the floor, her arms wrapping around my neck, kissing me passionately

Laying on top of her, my skin touches hers and it feels fucking incredible

As I kiss her, her hands continue to touch me, sliding down from my neck, down my body to my hips where she starts pushing my sweatpants and boxers down

She gets them a little down my thighs and I help her, pushing and kicking them off, our lips never parting

Her legs open widely, letting me lay between them

Her hand wraps around my dick, jerking me off softly

"Fuck", I moan against her lips

"I need you Jinnie"

Pulling away from her lips, I look at her in shock

"Www...what?"

"I need you", she repeats

"Uh where?"

She lets go of me, taking my hand and putting it against her cunt

"Here. I need your big cock buried inside me, need you to fuck me"

"I...I....uh...", I stammer, my brain not functioning

"Please? Fuck I wanted you for so long baby", she whispers

What!

What the fuck is she saying?

"Please Jinnie, just once. Let me have you once"

I nod, crashing my mouth against hers

As I kiss her deeply, I move her legs around my waist, the head of my cock pushing into her tiny hole

She cries out as I sink into her, spreading her hole around my length

"Oh my fucking god. So tight princess", I gasp

Her pussy latches onto my cock so tightly, sucking me in as I move inside her, spasming so pleasurably, soaking every inch of my shaft

"Fuck Jin. You're so fucking hard baby. God you feel so fucking good", she cries, clinging onto me, "Please fuck me baby. I need you to fuck me right now"

"I will princess. I'll fuck you so good you won't want any other cock but mine", I promise her

I start moving, slamming into her cunt hard over and over, feeling her tiny hole split around my dick

It feels incredible, I can't believe it

I can't believe this is happening

I can't believe I'm inside her, can't believe it's my name she's screaming, that she's begging me to fuck her harder

I thrust in, moving my tip right into where I think her spot is

"Seokjin! Oh my fuck!", she cries, her body shuddering and I think I found it

Sitting up, I hold her legs open, looking down and watching the sight of my cock moving in her

Her pussy is creaming my cock so much, it's fucking pouring from her, making a huge mess

"Your pussy looks so fucking pretty stuffed with my cock", I tell her, "God, your tiny hole is straining to fit me in"

"It feels so good baby", she moans, "Fuck, I love your big thick cock"

I can't believe she's saying this to me or that's she's enjoying it this much

Her hands grip my wrists hard as I pound into her again and again

"Fuck so pretty", I murmur, watching her hole throb around me, "Would be such a pretty picture"

"Take one", she whimpers

My head snaps up, my eyes on her

"Take one?"

She nods, her eyes so fucked out, "Take a picture of your cock inside me. Take whatever pictures you want. Just don't stop fucking me"

"Are you sure?", I ask

"Yes Jinnie. I trust you"

Stopping my movements but staying buried in her, I lean over and grab my camera from the floor

My hands shake as I turn it on, focusing the lens on my dick completely inside her, her swollen lips wrapped around me so snugly

Snapping the shutter, the camera makes the sound that indicates a photo was taken

"Spread your lips for me princess", I ask

Her fingers move, holding her swollen pussy lips open

"Oh fuck", I whimper, taking a picture of her straining hole around my dick

Pulling back I move in slowly, taking picture after picture of her hole getting wider and wider the more I get in

My head hits her spot and she whines, shivering

Taking her hand, I put it on her clit

"Play for me princess. Make yourself cum on my cock"

Her fingers start moving rapidly, rubbing circles on her clit

Her pussy immediately throbs faster, clenching my cock repeatedly

I take a picture, focusing on her hand playing with her clit

Then I take a wider view of my cock inside her while she plays with herself

"So pretty baby"

She breathes faster, getting tighter and tighter, the pleasure amazing

I start grinding inside her, right against her spot to help her get closer

"Jinnie", she cries, "Oh god Jin! You feel so good baby. Fuck, I love your cock"

Her body shakes, her hand moving like lightening, her cream leaking around us

I take picture after picture of her pretty stuffed pussy, while watching her bring herself right there

Pushing her hand off her, I replace it with mine, rubbing her clit while I pull back a little then slam back in

"Seokjin!", she screams, her orgasm starting, her cunt choking my cock, sending me into fucking intense bliss

My eyes move to her body, her face and mouth drops at how stunning she is while she cums

I immediately lift the camera taking picture after picture of her- her body arching, her head pushed back into the couch, pleasure all over her face, her eyes closed, her mouth screaming my name

I can't believe I'm seeing her cum

Hell, I can't believe I made her cum

It's like a dream and if it is one I never want to wake up

As she finishes, her body relaxes into the couch, her breathing ragged

Moving my attention back to her cunt, I slowly pull out, capturing photos of her cream coating my cock

My head slides out of her but she creamed so much that there's a string of cum still connecting my head to her hole

It's so hot and of course I need a picture of it

After taking it, she sits up, pushing me backwards until I'm sitting against the arm of the couch

She climbs on top of me, getting my cock in her hole, taking me in and sitting against my skin

I look up at her as she brushes hair out of my face, her arms moving around my neck

She smiles, then presses her lips against mine

I put the camera down then wrap my arms around her, holding her against me as I eagerly kiss her

I honestly don't know what I'm going to do after this

I had her amazing kisses, I don't know how I'm going to go without them

Her tongue slips in my mouth as she starts bouncing slowly on me

With each bounce, she moves faster and faster, pleasure blasting in my body

Her hand moves into the back of my hair, pulling my head back, her soft lips pressing kiss after kiss to my neck as she rides me perfectly

The pleasure is insane, my hand gripping her hips, helping her slide up my cock and slamming her back down

"Fuck princess. Feels so good", I whimper, her tongue licking a spot on my neck

"No baby, you feel good Jinnie. Fuck, I knew you'd feel this good", she murmurs against my skin, "I knew you'd be perfect for me"

I knew she's be perfect for me too

As her words sink into my brain, I realize what she's saying

It sounds like she's saying she thought about us like this before

But that's impossible

She never said anything about any feelings for me

Nor acted like she has any

She moves harder, jumping up and down my cock, her cunt flooding my entire lap, pussy so tight, so clenching

"Please Jinnie, want you"

"You have me baby", I tell her

"No Jinnie. Want you always", she says softly, leaning her forehead against my neck, pressing kisses at the base of my neck and sending shivers down my spine, "I can't only be with you once. Not now. Not now that I know how you feel"

"You have me baby. I promise"

She shakes her head, murmuring in my neck, "I don't Jinnie. I love you so much and you don't love me. You'll never be mine"

My heart explodes in happiness asy brain absorbes that she loves me

We love each other and I'll be damned if she's not going to be mine

Lifting her head, I look in her eyes and seeing love in them as she looks at me takes my breath away

"You have me princess", I repeat, "Always. I love you"

Her eyes widen, surprise in them, "You do?"

I nod, "I love you so much. We don't have to be apart anymore"

She nods, "Ok baby"

"Ok princess", I smile before pulling her to me, kissing her sweet lips

As she kisses me, her tongue against mine, she moves along my cock, taking me so well

She breaks the kiss, leaning to my ear, "Cum for me Jinnie"

"Fuck princess"

"Please baby. Wanna be filled with your cum"

Oh my fuck

I didn't know that I'd love hearing her ask for my cum as much as I do

"I will baby but I need you to cum first", I murmur, slamming her up and down my length, "Cum for my cock and I'll fill you right up"

Bringing her down, I hit her spot and she screams my name, coming all over me

"Fuck baby!", I cry, ecstacy filling me from her orgasm, throwing me into my orgasm

Holding her down on my dick, I cry her name, spilling into her waiting pussy

"Yes Jinnie", she urges, "Fuck you feel so good when you cum. Give me everything baby"

"Fuck Jo", I moan, her words making everything better

"Want it all Jinnie. Gonna milk your cock for all your cum"

Her pussy is doing an amazing job of milking my cock, throbbing and sucking everything I give her

When it's over, I open my eyes I didn't know I closed, out of breath

She touches my cheek softly, smiling at me

"I love you Jinnie. My Jinnie"

I nod

I'm her

Always was, always will be

"I love you Jo. My princess"

"Always", she whispers

"Always", I confirm

I miss her softly, keeping her against me, loving how perfectly she fits into my arms

"Can we cuddle?", she asks when the kiss ends

"Absolutely. But how about we go to your bed for that?"

She nods, "Good idea"

Holding her, I stand up and carry her to her room with her giggling

Getting into her bed, she moves right into my arms, our bodies and limbs tangling, pulling the covers over us

"Mm this feels so good baby", she says

It does

It feels right

"We have to do this all the time", I tell her, running my fingers in her hair

"Absolutely"

Holding her hand up, I kiss the back of it, listening to her giggle

"I love you Jin"

"I love you Jo"

With that she snuggles into me and we lay in comfortable silence and I silently thank her for asking me to take those pictures of her

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I think i'm going to choose 2 emojis (if i'm going why not go all out kkk)

💜 - i'm not that creative with asks kkkk so i believe that i'm just going to trust you and be sure that whateaver you're going is going to be amazing as they always are.

📱- An social media one of the cast shadow and bone x platonic reader where she has a sibling relationship with the cast but specially eith the crows and more specific with Freddy if that's okay woth you.

Hiiii!!!! I’m going to put the 💜 ones in the next ask response 🤗

Honorary Crow : Shadow & Bone Cast x Platonic!Reader SMAU

Desc.: SMAU showing that the S&B cast and y/n have a sibling-type relationship

Warnings: none

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yourusername: decided to try out Freddy’s camera during brunch today with the fam 🤗

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freddycarter1: already a film pro 📸

yourusername: learned from the best 😉

amitasuman_: 💕

yourusername: sissss🤗

calahan.skogman: so sad to have missed this, but you all look great 😊 lovely photo y/n

yourusername: you are required to join us when you’re back 😏

calahan.skogman: course y/n/n 😊

netflix: our crows 🖤

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freddycarter1: my mini-me took this bts photo, she’s getting really good at photography huh? ❤️ 📸 : @/yourusername

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yourusername: thank you Fredster 🥹

amitasuman_: caption is spot on again Freddy 👏

kittheyounger: KaNeJ by y/n 😍

daniellegalligan_: these smiles! Y/n is a blessing 🤗

kanejfanatic: KANEJ!!!! Thank you y/n 😭

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yourusername: shared lots of laughs with these people today! #unbiologicalfamily

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freddycarter1: I stand by my argument that y/n made most of these Tweets up to make us laugh😂

yourusername: excuse meeee?? 🤣 these are all from your fans Kazzle Dazzle 💁‍♀️

calahan.skogman: these were so unexpected but a lot of fun to read lol

kittheyounger: until you realize how inappropriate they were when you remember that our innocent little siblings Jack and y/n witnessed it all 🫣

yourusername: you forgot Amita, she easily belongs in the ‘innocent little siblings’ subgroup Kit 💁‍♀️

amitasuman_: I’m… Okay, yeah 😂

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yourusername: Big bro showing me the ropes on set today 😊

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freddycarter1: you will be great, behind the camera or in front of it ❤️

yourusername: thank you 😭

kittheyounger: he’s unfairly attractive smh

carolinemford: he was bragging about how quickly you picked it up today 😘

yourusername: stopppp 🫣🤗

daniellegalligan_: killing these bts shots sis ❤️

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daniellegalligan_: it was my turn #grishahoodofthetravelingshirt (credit to @/yourusername for the # suggestion)

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calahan.skogman: another one down, who’s next? 👀

freddycarter1: I vote y/n ☺️

daniellegalligan_: I second this 🙋‍♀️

yourusername: gahhhh Dani, how are you so beautiful? 😭

daniellegalligan_: look who’s talking girl 😘

freddycarter1: so, we all agree the shirt goes to @/yourusername next?

daniellegalligan_: yes 🙌

yourusername: guuyyysss, I’m not a crow, I didn’t earn it but I love you all ❤️

calahan.skogman: The hashtag alone would’ve earned it ☺️❤️

freddycarter1: you’re an honorary crow y/n ❤️

jacktwolfe: absolutely!

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yourusername: it’s was a hot day on set, but at least Dani was able to get rehydrated 😂

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freddycarter1: 🥂😂

daniellegalligan_: as a typical sister, I can always count on you to post these unphotogenic pictures of me 😂 you’re lucky ily y/n/n

yourusername: p-uh-lease 💁‍♀️ even tipsy you’re gorgeous ❤️

calahan.skogman: this is going on the cast refrigerator tomorrow 👌

netflix: y/n managed to capture Danielle in her full Nina vibes

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kittheyounger: pointing to the empty abyss that apparently matches Dani’s soul

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yourusername: ummmm who took this photo?

kittheyounger: ooops, pc: @/yourusername I guess 🙄

yourusername: mmmhmmm that’s what I thought 😏 thanks for showing me around the new set today…. I guess 🙄

jacktwolfe: 👀🍿

freddycarter1: 😂

daniellegalligan_: way to reference such an old S&B interview 😂

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yourusername: that’s a wrap! Thank you to my nearest sisters and the rest of my family at the S&B set, I had so much fun with you all ❤️ #family

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freddycarter1: don’t be a stranger, you know Caroline and I would love to have you over wherever ❤️

yourusername: considering I still have a ton to learn, I’ll definitely take you both up on that ☺️ thank you for being such a warm brotherly presence ❤️

freddycarter1: 🤗

calahan.skogman: can’t believe it’s over already, fingers crossed for another season!

daniellegalligan_: SIS! I miss you already ❤️😭

amitasuman_: ♾️❤️

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star-my · 7 months

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Teaser: Vixen

Godmother: Vixen will be released for Jimin's birthday weekend!

Rating: M/18+ (MDNI)

Tags: Jimin x OFC, Mafia AU/ Gang AU, CEO AU, Stray Kids make several appearances, TXT cameos, Smut (Oral (M + F receiving), Fingering, PiV intercourse, Missionary, Loss of Virginity, Aftercare)

TW: Human Trafficking (not by BTS members), Light Violence, Light Medical Issues (a side character has a heart attack but recovers)

Total Word Count: 20k

Part One: 5.7k (Friday, October 13)

Part Two: 8.4k (Saturday, October 14)

Part Three: 6k (Sunday, October 15)

Teaser under the cut (0.6k)

A woman all in black walked purposefully into the old warehouse. Several men and a few women were working busily in the large space, barely looking up at the click of her heels.

The door to the private rooms built into the warehouse swung open with the slight squeak of a hinge needing oil.

Gold eyes scanned over its occupants.

“Where’s Hyunjin?”

“He’s restocking the medical room since he got his new supplies,” answered a man with vermilion hair, stretching from his slump over a computer.

“Thanks, Chan.”

A tall man with long black hair popped out of a side room. “You called, Boss?”

The woman nodded shortly, clapping her hands for attention. “You all know that since Park Wonshik died, Bangtan’s been targeted. Well, the head of Bangtan had a brilliant idea to partner with the Grays, business-level and gang-level, through marriage.

“The head of Gray’s daughter is marrying Park Jimin on Saturday. The other mafia will find out tomorrow. With Bangtan and Gray united, the mafia looking to take over Bangtan may set their sights on smaller game, so we need to be prepared for any backlash against us.

“Minho, you figure out if the others are planning to attack anyone. Hyunjin, find out how much Bangtan has on Stray Kids. Everyone else, get ready for an attack, worst-case scenario.”

“Yes, ma’am!” saluted the eight men in unison. They turned to their tasks, leaving Chan to approach the woman.

“Vix, you sure about this?”

Vixen’s blood-red lips curved in a smile. “Don’t worry, Channie. I have everything under control and I have plans for every variable, just like oppa taught me.”

Chan sighed. “Alright, then. I trust you, Vix.”

“Boss, here’s the file on Shin Ara you wanted.”

“Thanks, Hoseok.”

Jimin took the file and flipped through it.

Good grades, though they slipped the year her mother Aeri died; friendly but only had a handful of close friends- four girls she met in college, four of her father’s employees, and one ex-boyfriend, Lee Minho, whom she was still friendly with. Graduated high school and college with honours, has an arts degree in photography, and had recently purchased a building on the edge of downtown Seoul for a gallery.

Who are you, Shin Ara? Why did you so readily agree to marry a stranger?

Jimin mulled over the possibilities, staring at her picture on the screen before him.

Another knock on the door roused him. “Sir, it’s time for your suit fitting.”

“...You may kiss the bride,” announced Seokjin.

Jimin carefully lifted the veil over Ara’s reddish-brown hair, careful not to mess up her hairdo, and met her eyes with a smile he hoped wasn’t too eager.

Her eyes locked on his, a hint of a smile in their mahogany depths. He smiled back, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb cupping her jaw. The steady beat of her heart pounded under his thumb as he dipped her slightly, the crowd cheering in celebration.

With a wink at her surprised glance, he swept his thumb over her lips, pressing his own to his thumb.

Seokjin gave him a minuscule nod that he caught out of the corner of his eye. No one else appeared to have caught the faux-kiss, thankfully.

Jimin really didn’t want to have to explain to his teasing brothers that the big, bad mafia boss didn’t want to scare his new bride away.

Sihyeon straightened the train of Ara’s Alexander Wang dress and handed her the bouquet of pink ranunculus. Jimin extended his arm, Ara looped hers through his, and they swept down the aisle.

Jungok caught his eye on the way by, “Don’t forget your promise,” he mouthed.

The promise, in Jimin’s copy of the contract– Jungok’s only stipulation.

Do not let Ara find out that you or I are in the mafia.

Taglist: open | @otome-wandering, @bangtan-famiglia-net ...

#star scribbles #group: bts #member: pjm #type: text #fic: vixen #series: godmother #genre: mafia #trope: arranged marriage #trope: secret identity #Bts ff #jimin x oc #bts smut #bangtanfamiglianet #length: 0.5-1k #author: star-my

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bluenpjm · 2 years

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cloud9 agency ☁ jjk x oc

synopsis. faced with decisions that can change the course of her career, the art director of the cloud9 agency decides it is time to act and reignite the flame she had once lost. and all because of an intern...

genre. non-idol au ; slice of life au ; intern!jungkook ◦ fluff ◦ angst ◦ smut

pairing. JJK x OC

rating. M

wordcount. 4.2K

warnings. driving under the influence, drinking, making dubious decisions, some foul language, being somewhat displeased with current job situation

a/n. to the person i cannot go a day without talking to: happy birthday @itsceesaw! thank you for supporting me, always. may we be friends forever, surrounded by pizza, good vibes, and bts! ✌🏻🍕

chapters. 1 — 2

There was nothing more appalling than starting the day by answering emails.

Carolina figured there were far better things where she could waste her time and energy, especially this early in the morning. Daring to take yet another glance at the time on her phone, she sighed, noticing it was half-past eight and she was still stuck on this one email. She lacked what her boss would call the “delicacy” to make their clients understand how the business was and how simply their requests could be met. At least that was how she was supposed to present it to them.

If she had to be honest, she was wishing nothing more than to see her intern walking straight through those doors. And she never expected herself to think such a thing.

Carolina’s memories of her days as an intern were bitter. She never had the opportunity to do something out of the box — in her style — constantly trapped by the hawk-like eyes of her supervisor. And her taste was dull, to say the least. She was also never credited for the hard work she would put into her creations. Each assignment given to her was treated with all the care in the world, even if it wasn’t something she cared for.

So, when the chance occurred for her to have an intern, she had promised herself that she wouldn’t be a bitch and would actually let the person experiment and tinker with their works and put their personality in them.

Her intern — Jungkook — had been assigned to assist her in any way, shape, or form. She needed coffee? He would fetch it for her. The lenses in her camera needed a good cleaning? He had probably already taken care of that. But that wasn’t why he joined the company. Over drinks, one night after work, he confessed how much he loved photography and even had a secret Instagram account where he would post his pictures.

Secretly, she would check his feed now and then, often feeling immersed in the emotions that he could capture so simply through the click of a camera. He would never know, though.

With a soft heart — which now that she was regretting listening to — there she was, head pounding as instead of clocking in at 11 — no, actually — just make it an early lunch break and she would be at the office around 2 in the afternoon, ideas fresh in her mind.

The list of emails was endless and as she went further down, opening email after email, they seemed to get longer and somewhat stupider. It was… impressive, even.

Still, it was somewhat worth it as her intern was nothing but excited the day before, going on and about how much research he had and how many angles he had studied to make the photo shoot he was attending in her place absolutely perfect.

The kid got talent. She couldn’t deny that. But Jungkook lacked something she always had. And that was what she considered one of the most important things in her field: following your gut. You need to be able to trust your instincts in this area. After all, the client is hardly ever right nor knows what they want. You almost need to have a degree in psychology to understand the deeper meaning behind their simple-minded requests.

And well… her intern lacked the spontaneity she wished he had. He was quick and highly talented but… Every 30 minutes, he would come to her desk, an excited smile on his face, most similar to a puppy, wanting you to throw the ball back yet again. And she would compliment his work, most deservingly as Carolina would never say she liked something when she didn’t — and throw him another project. And once he was done… there he was again, waiting for approval and direction on what to do next.

She opened the sent tab on her email account, looking for some faint sight of hope there would be a standardized way of answering the clients' messages. A soft way of saying ‘Hey, I saw your email but won’t get to it now. So just wait until I feel like trying to explain to you, for the thousandth time, that I have what you described and you simply don’t know what you want! Toodles.’

“These people go to lengths…” She talked to herself, eyes quickly scanning all the different responses the clients would get. “They should get a raise!” She scoffed, realizing how ridiculous their efforts were as she leaned her body back on the chair, wheels shifting her away from the desk with the impulse.

Being an art director, she expected to have more creative liberty. After all, she had been hired for her inspiring mind, standing out from a homogenous pile of applications. And the reason why she was still there was due to the big check at the end of the month.

In her early years, she was content with some freelancing. Some gigs here and there while she managed to balance her social life. But adulthood proved itself to be well… inescapable. And being accustomed to a certain lifestyle, she had to sacrifice a little. Money over happiness… The tip of the iceberg of adult life. It couldn’t get any sadder than that, could it?

Her phone rings out of a sudden, being the perfect escape from the tedious action she had found herself trapped in. Not even needing to unlock it, she could already tell who was behind the incessant ringing. Very few were the people who would be texting her with such enthusiasm, this early in the day.

A smile immediately popped on Carolina’s lips as she read the incoming texts in her group chat. She would constantly be shocked at how her best friends would be in sync. And their energy in the morning… unmatchable. They tended to meet later in the day when Carolina would be fully awake and filled with energy. Usually for drinks, as they loved to complain about the most insignificant things in their lives. Deo would end up crying, confessing her love and loyalty to the two, Hyori joining a little bit after on the rampage, and Carolina would stare at the two with a sheepish smile, knowing she would be able to tease them in the morning.

Before she had the chance to answer them, another text came in.

She clicked on it immediately after reading the name of the sender. Her heart was quick to find its way to her throat and the mere seconds it took to open the chatroom made it feel like it was ready to jump out.

If she had to describe how she was feeling, it would be something very similar to what moms say when they drop their kids for the first time in daycare. Or when they get a phone, passcode-protected, and you fear that they have started to send nudes to lousy boys. The fear of something happening to someone you are supposed to look after and you are not there to hold their hand in case they need it. Or even more, the fear of something going wrong and she wouldn’t be there to fix it right away.

Thankfully, Carolina could relax. And her entire posture does so, body reclining once more in the comfortable office chair. Analyzing the texts again, her stomach growls, reminding her that she was still to have breakfast.

Shutting off her laptop, she decides her intern could have a fun afternoon answering emails. Now, she was going to have some much-deserved breakfast.

Carolina had gotten into collage early in life. And ever since her nanny presented it to her, it had been a constant hobby of hers. She would often do it for her own entertainment, a pure way of relaxing and having a fun evening. So it came as no surprise when the skill revealed itself as a useful practice in her work. It helped people around her visualize what she was thinking when words seemed weak to prove her point. She was always more of a visual kind of person rather than words.

Sitting on the floor, legs crossed, she leaned on her hands, body falling back as she looked up at how the ceiling of her favorite room in Cloud9 was turning from the softest shade of blue to purple. It was shaped like a cloud. Upon Carolina’s arrival at the company, she suggested cotton and led lights should be pinned to the ceiling, turning it into a different room from all the others in the company, making it seem like their own personal cloud-filled sky.

“Croissant?” Jungkook emphasized the word, a weak attempt of a french accent leaving his lips. He sits down, crossing his legs as well, the box resting right in the middle of the two.

“Oui, oui,” Carolina showed her never acquired skills of speaking french. Simple words were easy. But make a native speaker to her, she will give them a thumbs up, before smartly removing herself from the conversation. “How was it?”

Jungkook notices how she picks up the box from the floor, admiring the sweets inside while trying to make up her mind about which one she should pick. “It was good.” He spoke cooly.

“Good.” She eyes him, knowing he was trying to sound less excited than he was on the inside.

“I had the best time ever.” He showed her his bunny smile. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Of course.” She dismisses him. “But I will never answer emails, ever again.”

He chuckles. Email answering was something he did with ease, but he couldn’t deny how boring the task was.

“That lady from the flower shop…” she snaps her fingers, trying to remember the name of the store.

“May Flowers?”

“Exactly! She sent yet another email about how the colors of the logo you did were different from her phone screen to her tablet…” Carolina rolled her eyes.

“Seriously?” Jungkook laughed. “I stayed with her on the phone— on the phone! for like an hour yesterday explaining to her why that happened…”

“She called?” Carolina scoffed, incredulous.

“Well… I did offer.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, sleeve pulling down and Carolina notices the tattoos adorning his arm.

“Why?” She did her best poker face. “Are you a masochist or…?”

“I never expected her to say yes…” He smiled embarrassedly. “What are you working on?”

Carolina had her notebook in her legs, half-closed. “I need to pitch an idea for a client Cassandra really wants.”

He nods. “Anything I can help with?”

“Sure,”

Removing the box that was standing between the two, Carolina scootches closer to the intern, opening her book in the pages she had been scribbling. She briefs him on the client, their business ideas, the concept, and what she already had in mind. In between sentences, she scribbles some notes down. She always found that brainstorming with someone resulted in better ideas. Jungkook also pitches in but remains contained in his words. Sometimes, he feels like being quiet is better. Carolina’s ideas seem so out of the box, he decides he is better left off just making little suggestions, instead of dropping something completely random.

“Do we know if other agencies are after them?” He asks. If there was something Carolina liked in Jungkook was how competitive he was. The tiniest thing was able to ignite something in him.

“We don’t know, but it’s most likely. A big fish dropping in the water like that is sure to make every head turn. It made Cassandra’s.”

Jungkook nods. “I’ll do some research on the CEO for you.”

“Thanks.”

Carolina calls it a day soon after her conversation with Jungkook. When she leaves her office, he’s still at his desk, headphones in and she notices from the corner of her eye the image of the CEO of the company they had been discussing on the screen. A smile appears on her lips due to the hard work he’s putting in.

The thought of telling him to go home rushes through her mind, you did well today. But it seems too personal. And Carolina isn’t, in fact, that close with Jungkook. So, instead, she simply leaves, her uber already waiting for her.

Before dozing off in the back seat of the car, she takes her phone out, exchanging a couple of quick texts with her best friends.

As expected, Carolina is indeed late to her dinner with the girls. Falling asleep on the couch right after her shower, she wakes up a couple of hours later, both girls calling her nonstop until the vibration of her cellphone, laying on top of her belly, is enough to wake her up. Still, she manages to keep them waiting for less than 30 minutes, calling her car before getting dressed and both things ended up aligning perfectly.

They order more drinks than food. A meal for the three of them would usually take 2 hours — if not more — to get finished, mostly because they would get lost in the conversation.

“He might’ve as well hit the self-destruction button.” Hyori lets out a dry laugh.

“Wait, didn’t he just print out the wrong reports?” Carolina asked, serving the girls who already had their cups empty.

“Yes. And I corrected him, but someone swooped the wrong ones from his desk without asking and delivered them to my supervisor.” Hyori massaged her temples. “So, I got scolded, as if I was a 5-year-old because the mistake of another person was my own nonetheless.”

“That’s why I will never accept an intern.” Deo scoffed, a spoon full of rice finding its way into her mouth.

“That’s ‘cause you’re a control freak.” Carolina laughed and Hyori nodded, a pensive look on her face as she eyed her friend.

“Speaking of intern… what happened with yours, then?” Hyori turned to the oldest.

“Nothing as severe as you drama queens were trying to make it seem.” Rolling her eyes, the art director takes a sip from her glass. “He went on his first photo shoot today.”

“Woa— look at her, looking all proud!” Deo teased.

“He’s good.” Carolina shrugged.

“But…?” Hyori sang. She always expected a but. Not that she was the pessimist of the group, instead of the real one.

“He’s just… inexperienced. I wish he would speak his mind, you know? Share his ideas…” Carolina struggled to find the right word. “But in time he’ll get there. I’m sure.”

“Oh, yes. I’m sure he’ll come out as a more experienced guy once the internship is over.” Hyori teased, Deo laughing right by her side.

“Hey, I don’t know what kind of games you play with your intern but don’t think I’m a perv like you.” Carolina attacked, chuckling once noticing the offended look on her friend’s look.

The black-haired girl gulps her drink down in one go. “I guess that’s my cue. Before I confess my sins.”

Hyori is already influenced by the happy liquid she has been ingesting. Leaving the bathroom, she walks by the counter, ordering another bottle for her table as her eyes fall upon a guy. A guy she could swear she knew. Staring with no shame, she even tilts her head to the side. Eventually, the staring becomes too much and as the guy turns to leave with his takeout bags, they become face to face.

“Can I help you…?” The man asked. His eyes are widened, as big as a dear blinded by lights.

“You’re Jungkook, right?” Hyori beamed, finally connecting the face to the name.

“Yeah… have we met? I’m so sor—” Jungkook’s tone goes from confused to embarrassed. He was never that good with faces.

“I’m a friend of Carolina— Hyori! Why don’t you sit with us?” Hyori asked but she was more demanding than inviting.

“Oh— no— I actually—” And Jungkook didn’t have a say, following the girl to the table where Carolina and Deo were sitting, every protest that escaped his lips being ignored by the friend of his superior.

“Look who I found!” Hyori squeals once she reaches the table, occupying her previous place next to Deo.

“Jungkook!” Carolina says surprised.

“Hey Cee,” He gives Deo a little wave, lips pressed together as he is uncomfortable with the social situation he had found himself in.

“Do you wanna join us?” The smallest of the girls asks, noticing that her friend was just staring at the boy standing in front of her.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.” He says politely, eyes shifting quickly between the girls.

“You don’t! Right, Cee?” Hyori tries to quick the oldest beneath the table, ending up pushing the chair in front of her a little bit behind.

“Of course. Unless… you have plans.” She notices the white bags in his hands.

“Not really.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck.

“Sit then!” Deo gives him a warm smile and he ends up surrendering.

Both girls are quick to integrate Jungkook into the group. And, of course, they even share some old stories of Carolina. Conversation flowing, bottle after bottle comes to the table, until Deo is already snoozing, head laying on top of the table as Hyori is lost in thought. Jungkook and Carolina keep a light conversation when the servant announces that they will be closing shortly.

“Text me once you get home!” Carolina screams, seeing her two friends already dozing off in the back seat of the car she had called them.

“They are fun.” Jungkook comments, a sheepish smile on his lips.

“You’ve seen nothing.” Carolina laughs. She passes back, clearing away from the street. “Did you call a car for you already?”

“I drove actually. Do you need a ride?”

“Oh, no need. I’m calling a car for me now.”

“I promise I didn’t drink that much.” He assures her. “And I won’t charge you the trip.”

He jokes, making her laugh. “Sure, but I choose the music.”

“Deal.”

Red Orange County is blasting in Jungkook’s car. He keeps a hand on the steering wheel while the other lies on the gearstick. Looking to his right, Carolina is singing along softly, arms leaning out the window as she rests her head on top of them, the wind being a refreshment on her heated cheeks.

“Next left and then is the green building, you can’t miss it.” She says, lowering the volume a bit.

“Got it.”

She stares at him for a while, admiring his features. “How come you got a car?” Carolina asks, head tilting slightly to the side. “Are you one of those rich people that work for fun?”

“I wish,” He chuckles. “My grandma gave it to me once pops passed.”

“Oh,” Is the only thing she manages to murmur.

“It’s alright.” He gives her a weak smile and the tone of his voice makes her come at a loss for words.

“Why don’t you speak out?” Carolina asks, turning on her seat as soon as Jungkook pulls over.

“Huh?” Jungkook tilts his head, body turning slightly so he was now facing her as well. “What do you mean?”

“At the agency. I’ve seen what you can do. You have potential.” She leans her head on the headrest of her seat. “You never participate, never share your ideas…”

Jungkook shrugs, eyes falling on his fidgety fingers. “I’m just an intern.”

“That’s bullshit.” Her words come slurry, the liquor in her system affecting her speech.

“I don’t people would take me seriously— If I spoke out.” He now speaks more seriously. “I see how they are sometimes with you. Imagine how they would react with me.”

She shakes her head. “Your fear is valid but I won’t validate it. They turn me down but I still managed to be heard. I spoke out. And getting rejected is the exception, not the rule.”

“Start your own agency and I’ll start speaking.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Y’know what? I just might.” She shrugs, the idea not sounding too insane. “What about your insta? You haven’t updated it in too long.”

“How–” Jungkook looks her in the eye, confused, before getting hit by a flashback of the last time they had drinks together and his love confession about photography. The confused expression quickly changes into a smile. “You haven’t updated yours either.”

“Well, but I’m busy. You’re just an intern.” She turns his own words against him. “Don’t you have any good pictures? Post one now!” The excited smile on her lips is mimicked by the guy next to her as he takes his phone from his jeans pocket.

Somehow, both scootch closer, arms brushing on the armrest as Jungkook opens his gallery, images flying by with the simple swipe of his finger. Carolina would comment, from time to time, asking him to go slower or to return to a previous picture he had swiped on too quickly. Jungkook would look at her every time she commented. He wasn’t just trying to memorize every tip or compliment she would pay. Instead, he was looking at her features — the way the corner of her slightly parted lips were turned up, her eyes glowing with the light that emanated from the screen, showing how much of a soft brown they were, hidden behind a dark shield during the day by the rush of their lives.

“Woa— go back.” She comes to a halt as if suddenly getting hit by ice-cold water. Jungkook bites his lower lip. He had hoped she hadn’t noticed. “That’s me.”

“Yeah,” His voice shakes as he feels nervous about how she might react.

“When was that?” She’s now staring straight into his eyes.

“My first day.” He chuckles, eyes looking ahead as the memory comes back to him. “You announced my arrival to the team and referred me as if I was Spider-Man joining the Avengers. And then you said you wanted to leave the office earlier to go to the movies.”

“Well, first of all, I think I had just watched Avengers the night before. And second, there should be some sort of work license that allowed you to leave to catch a good movie session.” She shrugged, a serious look on her face that made Jungkook chuckle.

“I agree.”

“But why did you take that?” She nudged his arm, now resting her chin on her hand.

“I don’t know… I felt like I was supposed to eternalize that moment.”

“With me in it,” Carolina spoke coyly.

“Yes.” Jungkook almost whispers. “Lean back.”

“What?” Carolina is caught off guard, straightening herself in the passenger's seat.

“Lean back.” He repeated. “I want to take a picture of you.”

“Oh, I don’—” She tried to reason, but it was in vain.

“C’mon,”

The first picture comes out with Carolina giving him the finger, followed by another with her tongue out and a couple of others of her laughing, embarrassed. But you could hardly tell. Only by the way her cheeks were a soft shade of pink. It could easily be pinned on the drinks she had. As Jungkook keeps snapping, the pictures come out looking more like an old painting, the night making the quality of the pictures low but perfect in the photographer’s eyes.

“Perfect,” Jungkook sings. “Moment successfully eternalized.”

“Let me see. You’re deleting the ones I don’t like.” She gives him a threatening look and he opens his mouth to speak, before getting interrupted. “Or you’re getting fired.”

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, head flicking as he chuckles. “Alright.”

Yet again, they began to swipe through the pictures Jungkook took. The first few make Carolina laugh, the sound making the guy next to her open up a smile as well. Until they reach where Carolina wasn't so flattered and she laughs it off.

"Now here's one you're going to delete."

"No way!" Jungkook laughs, moving the phone away from the girl and out of her reach.

"I will fire you." She threatens in a light tone.

"You wouldn't dare." He smirks.

"Don't test me, Jeon."

"Are we back to formalities, Sousa?" Jungkook teases and the girl scoffs.

Almost kneeling on the passenger's seat, Carolina launches forward, catching Jungkook off guard as she goes for the phone. She ends up falling on his lap, the only thing between their bodies is the armrest that was still pushed forward.

Jungkook helps her up, hand still on her arm, keeping her close to him. "Who will answer your emails if I'm gone?"

"Oh, shut up."

Closing the space that was left between them, Carolina presses her lips against his. At first, he's shocked, not expecting her reaction but he is quick to kiss back, deepening the kiss as his hand travels from her arm to the back of her neck, pulling her to him so now she is sitting perfectly on his lap.

The loud bang of Carolina’s building’s front door makes the make-out session come to an end and the girl swiftly returns to her previous seat. “I’ll, hum, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah— have a good night!” Jungkook lets out, watching the girl walk to the door until she’s out of his sight. “Fuck…”

[ chapter 2 ]

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7ndipity · 4 months

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hiiii!!! i wanted to do the ship thing because i am a HOPELESS romantic and that just rocked my world tbh. ALSO CONGRATS!!!!! 🎊 🥳👏🏻🎉🙌🏻

pairing: romantic

star sign: aries

personality: i think im a pretty fun gal. from what i know im somewhat of a comedy genius but i don’t want to start flattering myself TOO much here! honestly im just down to have a good time with whoever, whenever, and wherever (if that makes sense?) i am a theatre MANIAC. i spend pretty much all my free time in theatre and dare i say im quite good. i also ended myself up on the tennis team even though its been a couple months since ive played (we will just see where that goes) I LOVE photography (it’s in my BLOOOD.) i have a whole insta account for it and sports photography really became my passion (or one of them I’m a woman of many talents) im also on yearbook and i love that, im in choir, and for some reason im on the debate team. other hobbies are really making bracelets for my friends, watching movies (letterboxd warrior), TALKING to friends (I spent 8 hours FaceTiming my friends yesterday and I didn’t even realize), and i would say im a Spotify legend.

as for the rest of my personality, I would say I’m a pretty happy person. I have been through some very rough friendships with people who are pessimistic, so I try my best to keep AWAY from that at all costs. I’m also pretty mature/ an old soul. From the ripe age of like 5 I’ve been told that I am an old soul (honestly I don’t know how you can tell at THAT age but cool!) I feel things very deeply, but I also rely on logic more so than feeling sometimes. (Unless we are involving some sort of romance I will lose control of logic and immediately make the best decision for my emotions) other music artists I like besides BTS are the beatles, tame impala, red velvet, and Taylor swift. (Music is just a big part of my personality I thought you should know.)

Appearance: I’m blonde and I’m 5’5 with green eyes. I would say I am about medium or average sized? (I’ve dealt with chronic illness and the body changes that come with that so it’s fluctuated over time.) I also have PALE skin (Edward Cullen core). I am all around quite the looker. I am sorry. I do not want to flatter myself but I am just going with the information I have been given. I feel narcissistic and TRUST that is not me. Anyways, I’m always wearing athletic shorts and a shirt with the BEST shoes (my school has a uniform so the shoe game has to be on POINT so besides that my style is really casual and basic)

I think that about sums up who I am. I am ITCHING to know which bulletproof Boy Scout would like me (but absolutely no pressure I just DEVOUR your work LMAO) have an awesome day 💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

I would ship you with Hobi, Yoongi, and a bit with Jin!

You share a lot of qualities with Hobi and Jin that I think would make you a pretty good match with either of them. I feel like they would really love your energy and enthusiasm(also Aquarius and Saggitarius are a good balance to your Aries energy)

Yoongi’s also an old soul with a deep passion for music, and I think he would also appreciate your energy(similar to his friendship with Hobi)

Hope this was okay💜

#ship game #7ndipity 2k celebration

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 7 months

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Vogue Korea may be Jungkook's best photoshoot yet. I really like the hip hop era photos in particular, and the grey suit he wore. I think he styled himself and chose the sets very well. It was a really interesting theme that imo represents Jungkook's ambition to cover as many genres as possible and show he can embody many different "colors". His creative vision for the photoshoot also shows how much music means to him and how much he respects and appreciates a variety of artists and genres. It's all very Jungkook. Although he listens to pop a lot, we know he has an eclectic taste and is open to different genres and artists. This photoshoot really shows his commitment to music and eye for photography and art. I'm really glad he went above and beyond a simple photoshoot. Good or bad, there is no aspect of his solo career that he isn't on top of. For someone who "doesn't think much", we know he's very careful in everything he does, even if he's only going on a "hunch". This photoshoot, his styling, is so different from Seven. I'm finally starting to believe he will surprise us with his album. I truly hope so. The more content we get, the more it seems like Jungkook is branching out and challenging our perception of him. There are no sexy or shirtless pics this time. No other member has redefined himself on this scale. This is Madonna or Miley Cyrus style of rebranding. The way he's constantly catching us off guard and showing us something we've never seen of him in BTS is really quite something. My personal feelings about Seven aside, he truly managed to achieve what he wanted, and I imagine he will do the same with this next single/album.

Regarding the interview, I liked these two quotes in particular:

You used to say you didn’t know why people loved you. But you’ve changed your mind recently, acknowledging that people do love you and that there must be a reason. You even said that this change happened abruptly yet naturally. Did this change impact you in any way as a person and as an artist? I’ve become more candid about everything and everyone around me. I’m truly grateful to the ARMY [the BTS fandom]. Life is a series of choices, and preparing for a solo career must have involved many difficult choices. You said, “I’m going to trust myself and give it a try. I may end up failing, but for now, I’m just going to trust myself.” This is an attitude we all need to have. What’s your advice for bolstering self-trust? To trust yourself, you should be prepared to do so. It’s about admitting and accepting reality and trying harder.

#bts #jungkook #text #proud of you jk

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Consensus seems to be that Segoe UI Black is the best font for my zine's redtop masthead.

What do you guys think of a drop shadow?

I'm trying to evoke the feeling of a supermarket tabloid passing itself off as a real newspaper. It's a parody of all those rags that are like "you can't trust the mainstream media, but you can trust us because we hate the same people you hate," but I want mine to be funny, not legitimately hateful.

Do you ever go to the store and look at the pathetic magazine selection they have nowadays? An entire rack dedicated to guns, motorcycles, home and gardens, a bunch of thick glossy ad-laden booklets dedicated to marvel or dc or harry potter or bts, whatever media property is big right now for the publisher to capitalize on. I hate them! They don't even carry National Geographic anymore, just Nat Geo Traveler, those glossy photo collections like "100 Places You'll Never Afford to Visit" and "Oceans at Sunset; Give Us a Photography Award" (not that I much care for Nat Geo anymore anyway, considering it's owned by disney now. Everything is owned by disney...)

My point is, everything has to cater to the lowest common denominator. Everything has to appeal to as wide an audience as possible; nothing is allowed to be niche anymore, because it's all about exponential profits. Doesn't matter if it has a dedicated readership, if the number doesn't go up fast enough then the publisher says it's not worth pursuing. I grew up just as magazines started to die, and I miss them.

I want The Some Times to cater to young millennials and old zoomers who grew up at the same time as I did. I want it to evoke the feeling of Nick Mag or Mad Kids, but less infantile; we're adults now, we can't go back to your childhood, but we can still feel the same joy we used to. Don't you miss physical media? Don't you miss cultivated content about your favorite shows and movies instead of the constant drip-feed of the same grayish-brown slop we get on the internet? When you were a kid, did you parents let you subscribe to your favorite magazines, or did you have to beg them to buy you the newest issues one at a time when you saw them in the store? Comics, short stories, crafts/diy projects, lifestyle and entertainment, something for everyone. Like Mad Magazine, but less annoying, or Playboy, but less disgusting.

Nothing is set in stone. This project is evolving every day.

I'll keep you posted.

#magazines #zines #nostalgia #early 2000s #millennials #gen z #zoomers #mags #the some times #parody #satire #lifestyle magazine #entertainment magazine #tabloid

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moccahobi · 2 years

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A Fae’s Brew To Take You Away [Chapter 12]

Summery: Photography: Taehyung loves it. Specifically he loves film photography. He even spent an entire day hiking and taking photos in a meadow (there was a woman there at first but she left soon after). For Y/n though, Taehyung’s trip to the meadow was the start of something bad. Something real bad.

Pairings: Taehyung (BTS) x Reader, Yoongi (BTS) x Hoseok (BTS)

Rating: Teens and up

Chapter warnings: none

Series warnings (I update as I figure more stuff out): horror, injury, threats, (potentially) major character death, major angst

Word Count: 2.2k words

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fae AU!, College AU!

Tag list: @youarejesting, @i-am-moonchild

Chapter 11 >> Masterlist << Chapter 13

BANG!

Taehyung sat up suddenly, the final remnants of sleep suddenly leaving him, adrenaline coursing through him roughly. His heart was beating faster than it ever has.

What happened?

What caused the bang?

Where was Jungkook? Was he ok?

Taehyung quickly grabbed the first pair of pants and shirt he could find (which was easy since his room was in a perpetual mess) before leaving his room in a rush. Whatever had happened, it was something bad.

Nothing good came from loud bangs.

Except, when he got to the main space, it didn’t seem like something bad had happened. No, he was met with a blushing Jungkook carefully helping a woman in his clothes onto their couch. She looked pale and tired, her knees blotchy and red, deep purple bags hung under her eyes, and her face was dull. She looked worse than when Yoongi pulled repetitive allnighters and ran on only coffee. Jungkook’s clothes didn’t fit her well which led to them bulging out at odd angles and as she sat down on the couch, she did so tentatively and with a quiet wince as if her whole body was in pain.

Even odder was the woman… Taehyung recognized her.

She looked so much more tired and worn out thin than when he last saw her that he almost didn’t realize it. Plus, it seemed impossible. She was a complete stranger Taehyung had barely even seen while out.

She was the woman from the meadow. No matter how strange it seemed, it was true. Taehyung had looked at the photo with her so much (mostly because of Hoseok’s incessant quest to find her) that he felt he could easily pick her out from a crowd by now. There was no doubt in his mind.

“Hyung!” Jungkook shouted in shock when he finally noticed Taehyung, the woman flinching at his loud voice.

Jungkook coughed awkwardly and apologized to the woman, “Hyung… this is… Nayeon. She’s my… cousin. Had an emergency. I am the closest family member. Super short notice I am sorry. She just came like…” Jungkook scratched his head and looked confused, “an hour ago. I think. Nayeon, this is my roommate and best friend, Taehyung.”

Jungkook spoke slowly, his eyes roaming over Nayeon’s face as if searching for something. It was as if he was trying to make sure that she was understanding what he was saying. If Taehyung had more energy, he might have probed into it.

But he just woke up and now that he knew it wasn't something dire, he wouldn’t worry about it right now. He physically didn’t have the energy to worry about it right now. It could wait until after he had some coffee.

He side eyed the two and nodded slowly, “Nice to meet you, Nayeon-ssi. How long do you think that you’ll be staying?”

She screwed up her face and bit her cheek in confusion and Jungkook anxiously chewed on his lower lip at the question, “Uh… We don’t know… Hopefully her family will come to pick her up soon.”

Taehyung nodded, tension growing in his stomach the more Jungkook spoke. Didn’t Nayeon speak? What was this emergency? If Nayeon lived so close and she trusted Jungkook in an emergency, why hadn’t Taehyung heard of her? Why hadn’t Jungkook said he knew her when Taehyung showed him the photos he took at the meadow? Why was she even at the meadow?

Despite all his questions, he simply smiled and wished her the best before turning around to go to the kitchen. He needed some coffee if he was going to be dealing with this on a Saturday morning. He stayed up too late for this. Plus, he still had questions about Jungkook’s random inspiration last night.

All thoughts stopped when he actually entered the kitchen. A pot of some gross burnt goo was sitting on the stove. Barely anything was left and it looked like a horrible mess to clean up. It smelled even worse.

How the hell did Jungkook get inspiration to cook this so late at night?

Why the hell did he indulge in it?

Taehyung laughed bitterly. At least the apartment was still standing.

Quietly cursing Jungkook out, Taehyung tried to carefully maneuver around the mess that was made to make his coffee. Thankfully the stuff he needed was untouched and clean. The only thing that took a little work was actually getting water for his pot of coffee. The sink was filled haphazardly with random spices and cups and Taehyung struggled to maneuver his pot into a good position under the faucet.

Once his coffee was brewing, he leaned against the counter and waited, anticipation thrumming through him. Coffee addiction was something he’d tried to prevent from happening and for the most part, he managed it. He only drank three or so cups of coffee a day and could (if he chose to) not drink it for a day or so. Taehyung was better off than Yoongi who often drank five coffees a day and got grumpy (well grumpier than usual) when he hadn’t had it in a while.

The coffee slowly started to drip into his pot as the machine worked and Taehyung watched fascinated. He loved coffee and he was enamored with the many ways one could make it. Their coffee pot was a simple drip coffee machine which was undoubtedly on its last legs. The pot’s handle was barely sticking together and sometimes the machine took Taehyung three tries and a slight shove for it to even start brewing coffee. That being said, it did its job and Taehyung was hoping to keep it working until he graduated college.

The longer he could put off spending more money, the better.

Between the garbles of the coffee brewing, Taehyung could hear fragments of Jungkook slowly whispering to Nayeon. If Nayeon was responding, Taehyung couldn’t hear but whatever Jungkook was whispering about, he sounded stressed. The more Taehyung listened to Jungkook’s stress, the more uncomfortable and worried he became. . His friend was clearly stressed about whatever happened to Nayeon and it hurt to hear that stress. Part of him wanted to inch closer, try to hear more of what was happening so he could maybe be a better support for Jungkook.

DING!

The coffee machine loudly announced that the pot was done and the other part of Taehyung, the part of him that knew it’d be a breach of trust to listen into the conversation, won his internal debate. He quickly poured his coffee and added tons of sugar before he retreated to his room to prepare for the day (even though it was literally Saturday and he had no plans other than to procrastinate). When Jungkook was ready or if Taehyung talked more to Nayeon, he’d learn what was stressing them out.

Turns out, his chance to talk to Nayeon and maybe figure out what was happening came sooner than Taehyung expected. Just a few hours later, Taehyung found himself sitting across from Jungkook and Nayeon at the cafe near their apartment. Nayeon still looked exhausted and nervous but she looked much better after washing up and she seemed to have relaxed somewhat by now.

Despite Nayeon looking much better now, Taehyung felt even more perplexed by her (and her order at the cafe). While Jungkook and Taehyung both got sandwiches, Nayeon had ordered a salad… except she’d asked for everything other than the lettuce and berries to not be included.

It looked dryer than the burnt goo that was sitting in their kitchen waiting to be cleaned up.

Despite that, she seemed to be nibbling away at it somewhat happily (occasionally she’d let out a frustrated huff when she dropped her fork). No one was talking, a thick blanket of awkwardness hanging over all of them. Taehyung didn’t feel like he had the stomach to eat his sandwich and Jungkook seemed to be picking at his food as well. Nayeon on the other hand seemed to be actively avoiding the awkwardness by focusing on her food.

She looked different than in the picture he had of her… Which made sense. Pictures don’t capture everything. Taehyung often found that, especially with unedited pictures, people looked better in real life. That being said, she looked almost worse than in the picture Taehyung had (that Hoseok didn’t steal). She didn’t look bad, objectively she was pretty, but in the picture something about her drew Taehyung in. He could stare at her picture for hours and not realize. Yet in real life, Taehyung didn’t feel that way. She was shrinking in on herself, bringing her shoulders in and trying to act small. It was like she was a completely different person in some ways.

Given, something traumatic likely just happened to her. She was likely tired and stressed and Taehyung knew first hand that exhaustion and stress could take a toll on one’s body.

Taehyung took a slow sip of his water, debating what to ask Nayeon, his mind running as fast as it possibly could to think of something.

“So… Nayeon-ssi, what sort of emergency did you have?” Taehyung finally asked, cringing internally when her eyes widened and mouth fell open.

Jungkook started coughing on some of his food, his eyes also wide.

It was most definitely not the right thing to say.

She opened her mouth and then closed it a few times before coughing awkwardly, “N-no home. I… I lost home.”

Her voice was soft and uncertain as if she wasn’t sure of what she was saying but in the few words she said, Taehyung sort of understood why. Her Korean wasn't that good. Her pronunciation was… not the best and Taehyung suspected that she really didn’t speak much. Why, though?

It didn’t sound like her voice was hurt.

Maybe Korean wasn't her first language?

Maybe she lived outside of Korea before this and thus hasn’t used it in a while?

That would be a likely case and her being here out of emergency probably doesn’t bode well for that… but if that was the case… how was Jungkook the closest? There were plenty of other relatives in Korea. For whatever reason Nayeon had no home, Taehyung’s gut twisted in sympathy at the anxiety and fear Nayeon must feel. He didn’t want to make that anxiety worse.

“I am sorry. If you want, I can show you around the area! This area can be a little confusing, especially if you’re new to it.”

Nayeon nodded excitedly, saying a quick “yes” before eating more of her salad.

“I remember when I first moved here.” Taehyung started, happy to see Jungkook laugh lightly at the memory and start eating, “I used to live in a small town with lots of farms. I wasn’t as bad as some students who’d not used public transit before, but I was bad!”

“Hyung often got lost in super stores and malls.” Jungkook added in, his voice muffled by his sandwich.

“I didn’t get lost. I just explored.”

“You called me one time in near tears saying you had no idea where you were, hyung. You were five minutes from the dorms!”

“Exploration!” Taehyung said loudly with a laugh, taking a large bite of his sandwich to hide the blush blooming on his cheeks.

Nayeon looked confused but laughed nonetheless. She still looked stressed and nervous to Taehyung but as the conversation progressed (with Taehyung and Jungkook mostly talking and Nayeon occasionally chiming in), she loosened up much more. What was interesting was that the more Taehyung heard Nayeon talk, the more her speech patterns reminded Taehyung a lot of some of the youtubers that Jungkook would listen to when he was falling asleep.

Her words were slow and certain aspirated sounds were enunciated much more.

Then again, Taehyung hadn’t really paid much mind to the stuff Jungkook listened to after he heard Jungkook listening to a murder mystery video to sleep. The man had some strange things he fell asleep to and the less Taehyung knew, the better.

Soon enough, their bill was paid and they were walking back. Jungkook was rambling on about some new project he was going to start soon as Nayeon nodded along excitedly. She looked cute as she listened to Jungkook. He seemed to enjoy her company… They seemed close… Why was Taehyung just learning about Nayeon now if they were so close?

Jungkook was practically a brother to him. He knew all of Taehyung’s relatives (save for his crazy uncle) and yet Nayeon, someone clearly very close to Jungkook, was hidden from Taehyug.

He sighed quietly, ignoring the worried glance from Nayeon while Jungkook continued to talk.

Damn his thoughts.

This was supposed to be a fun lunch for them all. Yet Taehyung couldn’t stop his mind from dampening the mood.

Nayeon continued to cast Taehyung glances while they walked back to their apartment, Jungkook seeming none the wiser as he continued to chat away. It looked almost like she wanted to talk to him but was choosing not to-- which was understandable. If Nayeon did want to speak to him, he’d be there but until then, he would wait. Even if Taehyung wasn’t as close to Jungkook as he thought, he’d welcome Nayeon with open arms for as long as she was staying.

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emzeciorrr · 2 years

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Magic Mud from Snorre Ruhe on Vimeo.

After two years of pandemic cancelations of Roskilde festival, we wanted the film to be a tribute to the camp life, since that is the ongoing pulse of the festival and the essens for many Roskilde Festival guest. All scenes are based on real life, from own experiences and stories we have gathered through talking with different camps, who have attended the festival for more than 10-20 years, and therefor have seen it all.

Starring - Andreas Dissing Hyttel

Director & Writer - Snorre Fuglsang Ruhe Producer - Jens Formann Exec. Producer - Ege Heckmann Line Producer - Annika Lund Jensen

Assistant Director - Laura Hancock Director of Photography - Jonas Møller Set design - Susse Riber Stylist - Sascha Valbjørn Sound design - Sune Kaarsberg Props Master - Mathilde Juul Ipsen Props ass - Marie Boye Makeup artists - Laura Gasbjerg Production assistant - Laura Ursø

1st AC - Sebastian Sandnes, Mark Lauritsen Gaffer - Simon Jeppesen Spark - William Winther Grip - Nicolaj Bak Steadi - Kim Jensen Sound Recordist - Karsten Dines Johansen

VFX by HITCH CGI artist - Simon Dunkan Colorist / Cameo Film - Nurali Kushkov Post coordinator - Emma Engberg

VFX artist - Jonathan Wendt VFX artist - Fredrik Lindgren

Graphic designer - Svlstg

Cast: Martin Laurits Leonora Saabye Nana Nancy Grouleff Helene Stauersbøl Eldov Oscar Amandus Rodsgaard Sine vangsgaard Olesen Sofus Dreyer Sofus Sean Bassett Esben Wormsle Aske Fuglsang Ruhe

Party People: Terkel Walther Dons Christensen Frederik Bang Sara m. s. Sara Månepige Sara Dhimitri Fie Giese Kuhn Michael the Wrestler Line Fie Juul Dalsgaard Malou børjesson Talia Bro Katrina Christensen Willian Winther

Træls ny kæreste: Kristian Sejerskilde

BTS - Gustav Feldorf Camera equipment - Only Rental Lenses - Sidney Plaut Lighting equipment - Filmgear Grip equipment - Trust Rental Prop rental - Wonderland Productions Catering - Frederikke Maydahl

A special thanks to: The Minds Of 99 Kasper winding Farveblind Specktors x Nonsens

Benny Ruhe Bjarkes bryllup Kasper Notlev Anders Jon MAAN Rental Nabil Nafar Camp: Burt Reynolds Camp: Baguette Camp: Find Holger Camp Cuddle Camp skinkeskolen Peter Thornton Bue Hugo Tidemann Morten Lerstrup & Lars Moos Anders Hegner Mikkel Linden & Sofie Carmel

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aboutanimation · 2 years

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Magic Mud from Snorre Ruhe on Vimeo.

Starring - Andreas Dissing Hyttel

Director & Writer - Snorre Fuglsang Ruhe Producer - Jens Formann Exec. Producer - Ege Heckmann Line Producer - Annika Lund Jensen

1st AC - Sebastian Sandnes, Mark Lauritsen Gaffer - Simon Jeppesen Spark - William Winther Grip - Nicolaj Bak Steadi - Kim Jensen Sound Recordist - Karsten Dines Johansen

VFX by HITCH CGI artist - Simon Dunkan Colorist / Cameo Film - Nurali Kushkov Post coordinator - Emma Engberg

VFX artist - Jonathan Wendt VFX artist - Fredrik Lindgren

Graphic designer - Svlstg

Cast: Martin Laurits Leonora Saabye Nana Nancy Grouleff Helene Stauersbøl Eldov Oscar Amandus Rodsgaard Sine vangsgaard Olesen Sofus Dreyer Sofus Sean Bassett Esben Wormsle Aske Fuglsang Ruhe

Træls ny kæreste: Kristian Sejerskilde

A special thanks to: The Minds Of 99 Kasper winding Farveblind Specktors x Nonsens

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ranchthoughts · 8 months

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moments of ephemerality/permanence/YOLO/photography/control/hypocrisy etc. etc. in Only Friends ep. 4

There was a LOT of talk about various themes over the past three weeks, and last week especially, in this corner of Tumblr.

A quick review of where we've been so far:

Post Episode 1

Post Ep. 1 thoughts on ephemerality (@waitmyturtles)

Post Episode 2

Thoughts on ephemerality, permanence, YOLO, and photography post Ep. 2 (original by @ranchthoughts, additions on photography by @chickenstrangers and @lurkingshan)

Thoughts on control (@elizabethsebestianhedgehog)

Post Episode 3

Post Ep. 3 thoughts on plum wine, hypocrisy, and the demise of ships (@waitmyturtles)

Where we are headed post Ep. 3 (original by @ranchthoughts, additions on surveillance and voyeurism by @lurkingshan, @waitmyturtles, and @slayerkitty)

Photography and audio/visual in the series as of Ep. 3 (added in a reblog by @ranchthoughts)

Moments of ephemerality/YOLO/permanence in Ep. 3 (original by @ranchthoughts, additions on Yo, voyeurism, and permanence by @lurkingshan , @waitmyturtles, @twig-tea, and @imminentinertia)

Post Ep. 3 thoughts on control, consequences, and shipping (original by @waitmyturtles, addition on the ephemerality of control by @ranchthoughts)

Let's talk about trust and control (original by @slayerkitty, with additions by @lurkingshan and @distant-screaming)

Boston as photographer and voyeur (@lurkingshan)

Visual effects in the MV and BTS footage (original by @slayerkitty, additions on costuming by @distant-screaming)

Now I will dive into my various thoughts and musings based on episode 4 of Only Friends.

but first - something from another ep (I am not sure which one):

Spotted by @khaotunq! (screenshot courtesy of them too):

Ray's jacket says "Is your life worth something?" An especially poignant sentiment given the beginning of today's episode, where we saw how deep Ray's feelings of being a burden run. This ties into the themes we've been exploring around ephemerality (life is short), and YOLO (you only live once, so live wildly and completely) and the associated lack of forethought and consequences. This gang of characters live fast and hard, without thinking about how their actions affect themselves or others. Due to their wealth (and youth) they haven't really had to confront the consequences of their actions yet or take accountability for them - @waitmyturtles wondered if this was a theme the show would look into. Living so recklessly, as if their life doesn't matter... believing they are a burden on others and therefore worth less... treating others as disposable/playthings in their quest for control and satisfaction... "is your [their/our] life worth something?" is a recurring question on this show.

ok now to dive into episode 4 proper:

photography and permanence tied together again: Top set up a photobooth in his [family's] hotel, thus ensuring the logo will stick in their houses for a long time as people don't throw out photos. Photos are souvenirs, they are memories, they are important, we don't throw them out, they are physical objects we keep.

We've already seen a case of someone not throwing out photobooth photos, and the consequences of that with Nick finding some of Boston and Top's photobooth photos and that kickstarting his unhinged P.I. arc. Second time taking photos in a photobooth comes up in this show (and once again it's Top involved - ?).

Sand once again wearing his You Only Live Once bag (I mean, we can expect to see it a lot. Sand is poor. He's only got the one bag.). In this scene he is (reluctantly) giving Ray another chance after he left him in the car the night before. Sand can see the red flags and almost inevitable end of his mixing with Ray... but those puppy dog eyes draw him in every time. Ah well. You only live once, right?

Control and Boundaries

I have been thinking more and more about control and specifically boundaries this week (in no small part due to @respectthepetty's post about Boston and boundaries). Boundaries can be permanent and steadfast and impermeable, or temporary and malleable and weak (here we go with ephemerality or lack there of yet again).

Setting boundaries this week:

Mew telling Ray they can't continue to be friends if Ray continues harbouring feelings for him

Top telling Boston to stay away from him

Nick telling Top to stay away from Boston

Mew saying he will have sex with Top if he quits drugs, Mew making it clear there will be no penetrative sex

Sand asserting to Ray he doesn't appreciate having everything paid for all the time

Mew asking for complete honesty from Top and promising complete honesty in return (sharing the details of his relationship with Ray)

Boston doesn't want intimate photos taken of himself

Crossing boundaries this week:

Ray continually texting and then eventually going to find Sand (and interrupting his rideshare) when he doesn't answer, Ray generally not taking Sand's no for an answer, Ray constantly trying to pay for things for Sand (paying the driver, offering to pay for the guitar)

Ray kissing Mew when he is asleep

Boston pushing into the elevator to corner Top

Mew conceding ground on his no sex rule with Top, Top demanding a (sexual) reward in exchange for giving up drugs

further fall out from Nick recording Boston and Top having sex in the car (he's now showing the recording to Sand)

Mew asking for complete honesty from Top, but Top not telling Mew about sleeping with Boston

Further assorted thoughts

Boston, voyeurism, photography, control, permanency/records

Boston refused to have a photo taken of himself. He can document others in vulnerable situations, and actively seeks out photos of these moments as (physical) souvenirs to keep, but no one can document him in these situations (unequal balance of power there). We have seen Boston use these permanently recorded moments to get his way (showing Top the photo of Mew and Ray kissing to sow doubt in his mind and get Top to sleep with him), and who knows how else he has used/will use the photos in his collection to serve his own ends.

Boston doesn't want intimate photos circulating because his dad is running to be a political representative and that could harm his campaign ... anyone else getting the sense that the existence/creation of intimate photos of Boston is going to become real relevant real soon? We've already seen the physicality and permanence of photographs (the photobooth photos of Top and Boston, the phone photos of Ray and Mew) come back to advance the plot and cause emotional strife...

Boston has already lost control of this situation/had this boundary crossed, though he doesn't know it yet, because Nick recorded Boston having sex with Top in the car. Based on what we've seen in the trailers and teasers around Nick and Boston, I think it is fair to expect further recording of Boston (and probably without his consent), and this time with visuals. Boston the voyeur, the documenter is having it turned around on himself.

Losing control

I mused last week about the ephemerality of control, and wondered if control would become more permanent/stable as we bring more permanent "evidence" into the mix (e.g., Boston's photos of Ray and Mew, Nick's recording of Boston and Top). This episode we got mostly an erosion of control again, though I remain interested to see where permanence of "evidence" = permanence of control or perhaps a permanence of consequences (especially given the above Chekhov's gun of a sort re: Boston not wanting intimate photos of himself - what permanent/serious consequences will this have for Boston and his father's campaign?).

Mew conceding his no sex rule with Top -> Mew has been trying to control Top through access to sex, trying to see how long he can hold his attention while dangling the promise of "sex eventually" like a carrot on a string. We saw that control slipping last episode and now this episode, Top asks for a reward for quitting drugs, clearly angling for something sexual, and Mew concedes. This is not to say that I think Mew was coerced or forced to have sex with Top, he chose to offer that, but I think it shows how much Mew's control is slipping and how he feels that. He feels like he needs to give something up, a concession, to keep Top around (to "win" this competition), so he offers sex and bends his previous rule.

Nick confronting Top and Top immediately gaining upper hand -> Nick calls Top to his apartment to warn him off Boston, but Nick doesn't realize that Top thoroughly does not want Boston and also immediately reveals his hand of how desperate he is for Boston's attention and care. Top asks Nick if this is blackmail (for money) and Nick says he doesn't want money, he wants Top to stay away from Boston. Top immediately understands the situation and reads Nick for it. Nick has lost control of the conversation; now it is Top who is lecturing Nick on staying away from Boston and Nick protesting he knows what he is doing.

Top rejecting Boston again, this time more firmly -> last week Boston showed Top the photo he took of Mew and Ray kissing and that seeded enough uncertainty in Top's mind he slept with Boston. This episode, Boston tries to leverage that control over Top again to get another repeat and Top firmly shuts him down. Boston is losing/has lost control over Top.

Public vs. private

Something else I've been noting is the continual presence of public, private, and public vs. private. @wen-kexing-apologist wrote about how the character of Boston hearkens back to the queer history of public sex and cruising. Other people noted characters hooking up in cars (Ray and Sand, Boston and Top), and in a photobooth (Boston and Top) - both public spaces. Other instances of intimacy have happened behind closed doors, in private (Boston and Boston's Hookup aka Drake [though was that a camera in Drake's room?], Boston and Nick, Ray and Sand, Mew and Top.

However, some moments the participants thought were private (or, as private as sex in a car parked outside can be) were not - Nick recorded Top and Boston having sex, Boston recorded Ray and Mew kissing. Boston's sexy photos of himself on his own phone were used by Nick as masturbation material. The private became public. This fits with the conversations we've been having around surveillance (cameras at the party, everyone having a phone in their pocket nowadays, etc.) and the lack of privacy in our digital age.

Next week, Boston and Nick walk in on Sand and Ray hooking up - they interrupt a private moment. Boston took photos of a private moment with Nick to keep - but will these photos remain private? With the Chekhov's gun of "Boston doesn't want intimate photos of himself" looming, will Boston's sex life remain private, or will photos and recording of him go public?

Comparisons

I've been thinking a lot over the last 4 weeks about comparisons, and how much this group compare themselves to each other. I don't really have any coherent thoughts more that that but I thought I would point it out. Boston compares himself often to Mew (always holding himself and his way of doing things as superior), especially when talking to Top; Boston compares Nick to Top (one is "cute" and "lovely" and the other is "hot" and "top tier"); Mew compares himself to Boston (more subtly - but there is definitely something "contra-Boston" there in how Mew thinks of sex, his relationship to sex, and how to wield sex as power); Ray compares himself to the others in the friend group (he is a "burden"); Ray compares himself to Top (Top is the first one to make Mew's heart flutter, Top is the one Mew has chosen); Nick compares himself to Top (lamenting that he feels like "nothing" compared to Top).

something about control (placing other people into boxes/making assumptions/limiting them to who you think they are)? something about instability of the self/self-esteem (comparing yourself to others constantly, perhaps as a side effect of being young, social media, etc.)?

There's an unformed thought here too about Ray and his crushes on people who "save" him (thinking of this post by @thatgirl4815). The idea of Ray being more into the saving/the kindness than the person themselves, of projecting his own ideas of who they are (saviour, hero, etc.) and what their actions mean (romantic declarations, etc.) vs. seeing them as a complete person in their own right...

tagging the ephemerality squad in (so pleased this list grows every time): @chickenstrangers, @clara-maybe-ontheroad, @distant-screaming, @lurkingshan, @slayerkitty, @twig-tea, @waitmyturtles

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Roskilde rock and pop museum "Ragnarock" has made an exhibition (Smattens Magi) that commemorates 50 years of Roskilde Festival. The exhibition focuses on the festival guest and the life at campsite through the years. This film is a tribute to that life and will hopefully spark the viewers interest and appetency to visit the exhibition and dive further into the life of the festival guest. After two years of pandemic cancelations of Roskilde festival, we wanted the film to be a tribute to the camp life, since that is the ongoing pulse of the festival and the essens for many Roskilde Festival guest. All scenes are based on real life, from own experiences and stories we have gathered through talking with different camps, who have attended the festival for more than 10-20 years, and therefor have seen it all. Starring - Andreas Dissing Hyttel Director & Writer - Snorre Fuglsang Ruhe Producer - Jens Formann Exec. Producer - Ege Heckmann Line Producer - Annika Lund Jensen Assistant Director - Laura Hancock Director of Photography - Jonas Møller Set design - Susse Riber Stylist - Sascha Valbjørn Sound design - Sune Kaarsberg Props Master - Mathilde Juul Ipsen Props ass - Marie Boye Makeup artists - Laura Gasbjerg Production assistant - Laura Ursø 1st AC - Sebastian Sandnes, Mark Lauritsen Gaffer - Simon Jeppesen Spark - William Winther Grip - Nicolaj Bak Steadi - Kim Jensen Sound Recordist - Karsten Dines Johansen VFX by HITCH CGI artist - Simon Dunkan Colorist / Cameo Film - Nurali Kushkov Post coordinator - Emma Engberg VFX artist - Jonathan Wendt VFX artist - Fredrik Lindgren Graphic designer - Svlstg Cast: Martin Laurits Leonora Saabye Nana Nancy Grouleff Helene Stauersbøl Eldov Oscar Amandus Rodsgaard Sine vangsgaard Olesen Sofus Dreyer Sofus Sean Bassett Esben Wormsle Aske Fuglsang Ruhe Party People: Terkel Walther Dons Christensen Frederik Bang Sara m. s. Sara Månepige Sara Dhimitri Fie Giese Kuhn Michael the Wrestler Line Fie Juul Dalsgaard Malou børjesson Talia Bro Katrina Christensen Willian Winther Træls ny kæreste: Kristian Sejerskilde BTS - Gustav Feldorf Camera equipment - Only Rental Lenses - Sidney Plaut Lighting equipment - Filmgear Grip equipment - Trust Rental Prop rental - Wonderland Productions Catering - Frederikke Maydahl A special thanks to: The Minds Of 99 Kasper winding Farveblind Specktors x Nonsens Benny Ruhe Bjarkes bryllup Kasper Notlev Anders Jon MAAN Rental Nabil Nafar Camp: Burt Reynolds Camp: Baguette Camp: Find Holger Camp Cuddle Camp skinkeskolen Peter Thornton Bue Hugo Tidemann Morten Lerstrup & Lars Moos Anders Hegner Mikkel Linden & Sofie Carmel

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Seoulmates

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Chapter Seven: In Sickness and Health

Taehyung is sleeping as you stand in the doorway of his room, watching him. He’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and the sheets of his bed are pulled up to his chin as he lays curled on his side, the fabric rising up and down slowly with his breathing. His face is scrunched in discomfort, and occasionally his body is wracked with shivers, but he seems better than you had imagined from what Namjoon and Jin had described.

“Are you sure you want to stay? We’ve handled this before; we can take turns between our schedules to be here for him,” Jin asks once again, coming to stand behind you.

You glance over your shoulder at him, smiling as you nod. “I’m sure. What’s a better way to spend my day than taking care of my soulmate?”

You mean it, too. You see this as an opportunity to really bond and get closer. You always feel at your most vulnerable when you’re sick, and letting someone take care of you is such a big act of trust and intimacy it has your heart beating faster. You think today will be more significant to you—to your bond with all the boys, not simply with Taehyung—than anything else you could do.

“As long as you’re sure he’d be okay with it?” you ask, frowning. You hadn’t thought to think that Tae might not want you here to see him in such a state.

“Sweetheart,” Jin says, softly sighing. “Any of us would trip over each other to have you as our nurse for a day. Of course he’s okay with it.” His gaze shifts past you, into the dark room. “Isn’t that right, Taehyung-ah?”

A hum of agreement has you turning your attention back to the figure on the bed, eyes now open and blinking up at you. You walk over, smiling softly at him as you sit on the edge of the bed, laying your hand on his covered shoulder. He returns the smile weakly, and your heart clenches.

“Hey, Tae.”

“Hey, angel. Sorry about our date.” His voice is weaker than normal, but stronger than you had expected. You start to reach out and touch his forehead, but stop yourself as Jin speaks.

“What happened to canceling?” He crosses his arms, looking unimpressed.

Taehyung sighs. “I thought I would wake up and be better,” he grumbles, just loud enough for his hyung to hear. “I was really looking forward to taking you to the art exhibits, and the classes, and then the photography exhibition! You would have had so much fun.” He whines.

You smile. “I’ll still have fun, because I get to spend time with you, Tae. Now I get to take care of you.”

He blinks up at you a couple of times before smiling, and it’s nearly stronger than usual, you swear. “You really are my angel.”

“Alright, cheese balls, I’m going to the store before starting my own day of schedules. I’ll get those ingredients you asked for, sweetheart.” He winks at you, before looking to the sick boy. “You, be careful and listen to her, okay? We’ll check in.”

“Yes, hyung.”

With that, he turns from the doorway and leaves down the hall. Soon, you hear the front door close, before turning your attention back to Taehyung, who looks seconds away from sleep again. You notice the empty glass on his bedside table, and stand, picking it up.

“I’ll get you some water, you just rest.” You pull his covers back up from where they had slipped down slightly, before walking to the door.

“What did Jin mean? What ingredients?”

You pause, turning in the doorway. “I can’t have my Taehyungie starving, can I? I’m going to make you homemade chicken noodle soup.”

He looks at you for a moment before he smiles again. “With a soda on the side?”

“I am so telling Hobi you said that,” you say, laughing as you shake your head. “Tea, lots of soothing tea.”

“That works too.” He shivers, burrowing deeper down into his covers. “Can I have chamomile and honey?”

“Of course, baby.” You close the door behind you, knowing he’ll be fast asleep when you return.

Jin drops off the groceries while the tea finishes brewing, planting a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving that has you turning pink. You set to work making a full soup of sliced carrots, chopped onion and celery, minced garlic, parsley, a single bay leaf, perfectly cooked egg noodles, and shredded boiled chicken with its broth. While boiling the chicken you take Taehyung his cup of tea, sure enough finding the boy fast asleep and lightly snoring.

As you cook, you hum along to a playlist of soft, happy songs on your phone, careful you keep the volume down. You focus intently on the knife in your hand while handling it, cautious of its sharp edge coming so near your delicate skin and your bouts of prone clumsiness, but thankfully manage to prepare all needed ingredients without incident. Once the chicken is done boiling, you remove it from the broth to cool so you can shred it easier, and add the vegetables and bay leaf, along with some sage. The aroma that perfumes the air as they begin to cook and you stir them makes your own stomach twinge with light hunger, and you promise it a helping of the pot’s fragrant contents later.

While the vegetables are cooking, you clean up. Not just the mess you’ve made, but the entire kitchen. Not that it’s all that dirty, but it is rather obvious that the dorm is the home of seven men with busy lives, some of who have been living on their own since they were young teens. It keeps you occupied, anyway.

You add the noodles and shred the chicken once the vegetables have softened up, adding the chicken back in last. You add a pinch of salt and the parsley, just as the aroma of food seems to draw a drowsy Taehyung from down the hallway, hair messy and blanket wrapped around his shoulders. You cut the heat down to a simmer, before turning to him.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Hungry. That smells so good, angel.” He takes a seat at the dining table, wrapping his blanket tighter around himself. “It looks like now we have two cooks.”

You shake your head. “I wouldn’t go comparing me to Jin just yet. It’s just soup; it’s fairly easy to make.”

“Joon would have burned it,” he says, smiling fondly. “He’s not allowed in the kitchen unsupervised anymore.”

“Why not? What happened?”

“He set the fire alarm off three times in one day at the other dorm trying to make rice.” He laughs at the memory. “Jin was so mad, but then Namjoon pulled out the dimples and all was forgiven. He’s just banned from the kitchen for life now.”

You can’t help but laugh at the visual of angry Jin giving in to those deep crevices in Namjoon’s cheeks paired with those eyes, knowing you probably would have done the same. “Those dimples are unfair.”

“Yes they are,” Tae agrees, nodding. “Bowls are to your left,” he offers helpfully as you begin rummaging through cabinets. You give him a grateful look, pulling two bowls out and set them on the counter next to the stove. You grab the ladle you had found earlier and ladle the bowls full, before turning the stove off and adding a spoon to each bowl. “Sorry I fell back asleep. The tea was still good, though.”

You pick up the bowls and set one in front of the slightly shivering boy, smiling at him. “Would you like some more? The pot is probably still hot, all I would have to do is add it all to a cup.”

“I can do it—“

“You eat, I’ll get it,” you say firmly, pushing his bowl closer to him. “Let me take care of you, Tae.”

He nods, fighting back a smile, and lifts a spoonful of soup to his mouth, blowing on it gently before eating it. His eyes light up, and he chews happily before taking another spoonful.

“This is delicious!” He looks to the pot on the stove. “I don’t have to save any for the others, right?”

~*~

“He’s sleeping,” you tell Yoongi through the phone, the eldest rapper having called to check in on his sick soulmate. “He ate a good meal, then we played cards for a while before he went to bed again.

He hums. “How’s his fever?”

“It seems to be getting better. You wouldn’t happen to know where a thermometer is, would you? I asked Tae, but I have a feeling he wasn’t honest about not knowing,” you roll your eyes, quite certain your patient had been lying through his perfect teeth.

“One should be in the medicine cabinet in the hall bathroom. If not, ask Jin. He’ll definitely know.” He pauses. “Thank you for taking care of him. It means a lot to us.”

You can’t help the smile that blooms on your face. You seem to smile a lot these days. “It’s nothing, really. I’d take care of any of you, and I’m enjoying it. I feel...privileged to do it, truthfully. Like I’m special.”

“You are special.”

You frown. It had sounded like there had been an echo, as if two people had spoken—

“You’re my angel,” Taehyung says, leaning over the back of the couch.

~*~

Taehyung is sipping on honey milk tea, watching the TV screen from the other end of the couch in the living room as a movie plays, thoroughly content wrapped in his blanket. It’s the opening scene of some romcom, but you’re barely paying attention to it, updating the group chat on his condition instead. The other guys have checked in on him periodically throughout the day via you, but mostly he’s slept until the last hour when he’s insisted on salvaging at least part of your date.

“We can watch something else, if you want to?”

You look up from your phone to see his golden chocolate eyes on you, more alert and brighter as the day wears on.

“Oh—no! No, this is fine, I promise! I’m just letting the guys know how you’re doing is all.”

His mouth drops open in understanding before he laughs. “We tend to go a little overboard when one of us is sick. Sorry about that.”

“I think it’s sweet.” You lock your phone, settling deeper into the couch as you readjust. “It’s nice to have someone care so much for you.”

“We care about you just as much, you know.” He takes another sip of tea, returning his gaze to the television. “You’re ours.” He says it so calmly, so matter-of-factly it’s like he’s not claiming you in a way you’ve dreamt someone would your whole life, but talking about the color of your eyes or tint of your skin. Something everyone should be aware of and know, as one of the facts of the universe.

You stare at him, heart beating into hyperdrive, for several seconds before deciding to sit beside him, wanting to be closer. You drop your head to his shoulder, tucking yourself into his side, and your cheek meets the bare skin there where his oversized shirt has fallen away. You look down to your wrist, watching as a diagonal line appears at the bottom of the right long straight one that had blacked in with Jimin, and open your mouth to ask Taehyung about it.

“Tae, our soulmark wouldn’t happen to be—“

“Ahhh!” He cries out, covering your mouth with his hand quickly, displacing his blanket in the process. “No asking about the soulmark! I’ve been sworn to secrecy!”

He removes his hand, and you frown. “Secrecy? Tae, clearly it’s—“

His hand covers your mouth again. “We want you to see as it fills in, not have us tell or show you!”

You laugh behind his hand at his passionate enthusiasm. You’re positive at this point that you know what the mark is, but you’ll play along. You gently pry his hand away from your mouth. “Okay, I promise not to ask anymore questions about the soulmark, or guess at what it is.”

“Good.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, resting his head on top of yours. “I’m terrible at saying no when I’m sick.”

“Really? In that case—“

He groans. “Don’t, angel. They’ll make me sleep alone for a week!”

You pull back. “Don’t you already sleep alone? Jimin and Hoseok are the only ones who share a room anymore.”

He nods slowly. “Officially, yes. It’s hard to stay away from each other though. Very rarely do any of us actually sleep alone.”

You couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy at that—at the fact that they had the option of the comfort of each other nearly every night. You mentally shake yourself. You’ve no right to be jealous, not when you’ve only just found them.

But...what about months from now, when they’re still BTS? When their whole lives—nearly—are in front of cameras and written out on pages, and you can’t be a part of it publicly? You don’t illusion yourself that the company will let that be revealed. Or maybe the guys won’t want to.

You sigh. You never imagined keeping your soulmate a secret.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asks, lifting your chin so he can see your eyes. He searches them, then frowns. “What did I say?”

“Nothing, Tae; my mind just got away from me, that’s all.” You fold yourself back into his side, turning your attention back to screen. “It does that sometimes.”

“Well, tell it not to make my angel sad, or I’ll have to fight it,” he says seriously, tucking your head under his chin. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you at that, and you know without looking that he’s smiling. “Sadness isn’t allowed in this house; we have too much to be happy about.”

You can’t help but agree. With seven—now eight—soulmates there’s definitely no shortage of reasons to be happy.

“You look good in my clothes, by the way.”

You look down at black t-shirt and grey sweatpants that he had let you borrow to be more comfortable, and wrinkle your nose. “Tae, I look like I’m the sick one.”

“You look beautiful. You always do.”

The tone of his voice—so honest and true—has your cheeks hotter than anything else he could have said, and you hide your face from him, focusing on the movie instead.

These boys will give you a heatstroke, you’re sure of it.

~*~

You end up falling asleep in Taehyung’s arms after a couple more movies, him sharing his blanket and body heat with you, to the rhythm of his heartbeats and steady breathing. It’s sunset when you’re awoken by hushed voices.

“That’s not fair! Look how—just—ugh!”

You strain your ears, trying to place the whispered voice to a face, but fail.

“Hyung, make sure the shutter is off before you wake them.” That sounds like Jungkook...maybe the other voice was Hoseok? Jin mentioned their schedules ending around the same time.

“I’m not sure who was taking care of who, but either way I call dibs on the next time.” That’s definitely Yoongi. “You can open your eyes now, doll. I know you’re not asleep anymore.”

You slowly open your eyes, blinking at the three men standing in front of the couch. You smile, before looking up at a sleeping Taehyung. He looks so content and peaceful, you hate to move and wake him.

Jungkook has none of those same qualms.

“Wake up, Tae-Tae,” he says, pulling the blanket from off of him and tickling his other side. You move as he jerks awake, arms flailing to defend himself from the onslaught. “Feel better?”

“What if I didn’t, you brat!” Tae hits at the maknae, frowning harshly. Hoseok and Yoongi just share a look, before heading down the hall, presumably to change. Jungkook laughs, dropping into his disgruntled hyung’s lap and lounging comfortably. Taehyung’s arms come around his narrow waist with a huff, but his eyes are light.

“I missed you,” Jungkook says softly, and gets a soft smile in return. “I’ve been worried, but I knew you had a good nurse.” He looks to you, smiling his bunny smile. “Thank you for looking after Tae-hyung.”

“It was my pleasure. Really.” You look at the time, groaning. “I have a zoom meeting in the morning with the editor, and I still have some work to do. I should get going.”

“You’re leaving me?” Taehyung asks, voice all small and pathetic. You roll your eyes, knowing he’s better than he had been and that his fever had broke hours ago. “What if I die?”

“It’ll be murder, not natural causes,” Yoongi says, reemerging from the hallway. He looks to you, holding up a set of keys. “I’ll take you to your hotel.”

You shake your head. “I can catch a cab—“

“I wasn’t asking, doll.” He smirks at you. “I beat Hobi in rock-paper-scissors for the right. I’m taking full advantage of my prize.”

Your cheeks heat for some reason, and you nod. You look back to the maknaes, cuddled up on the couch, and say your goodbyes before slipping into your shoes. You also call a goodbye to Hoseok, who Yoongi says is pouting in his room.

“I don’t know why,” you say. “His date is next.”

“Which was exactly my argument for taking you home. He gets your time before me. It’s only fair,” he states, closing the door behind the two of you. He shoves his hands in the front pockets of his dark wash jeans, and leads you down the stairs. “I have to wait so long for mine.”

Somehow, you think it’ll be a harder wait on him than you, with Hoseok and Jungkook to torment your poor heart in the meantime.

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