#jk t hats a stretch
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spock erasing kirk's memory in 3x19 while he's asleep has so much implications. Is this the first time he's done so? If not, then how many other memories of kirk has he erased because kirk expressed wanting to forget? Is kirk the only person he erases the memories of?
#also gave sm content for dark!spock writers ahhahahahha#(me)#spock#james t kirk#st tos#star trek tos#star trek#srsly thp ahhhhh#like i remember reading how in the movies he talks that spock was the brother that died or something#DID HE ERASE SAM FROM KIRK#jk t hats a stretch#but like srsly so much implicationnsss#myposts#spirk
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practice (pt. 2) | jjk
⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader
⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst
⇢ WC: 8.1k
⇢ WARNINGS: implied family issues, photography major jk in full effect, casual titty sucking (lol), oral sex (f receiving), ass eating and motorboating?, handjob, unprotected sex (crowd boos and throws tomatoes), a bit of spanking, talk of sex toys, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, slight dom and sub oc, slight sub and dom jk, shower head as vibrator (everyone w a clit has done this pls-), some manhandling, anal play, shower floor sex !!!, very slight cum eating, creampie, oc reflects on how far she’s fallen, oc still hates men, maybe unrequited love, maybe not
⇢ SUMMARY: everything is wet. you and jungkook tangled up on the shower floor. your eyes afterwards.
⇢ NOTES: yOu’Re WeLcOmE rEaDeRs. this was only going to be a one shot but i was manipulated into making it a three part series bc of u all >:((! lol kidding love u babies! tbh i'm a bit disappointed with this piece. i really loved it when i outlined it but for some reason it just didn’t come together how i would’ve hoped. i tried my best guys rip. hopefully part three will be better. anyways, feedback is greatly greatly appreciated!! thank you again for all the engagement on part one if you’re new pls go read it and check out my masterlist here. ALSO HUGE THANK YOU TO MY BBY @here4btsfics FOR BETAING LEGIT COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT U!!
⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST
“You look miserable.”
You were miserable.
The air at the frat party was suffocating. Sweaty bodies grinding against one another, nudging your shoulder as they shimmied by. The strobe lights made your vision splotchy and the blaring speakers had your head pounding. Plus, you could already feel the makeup sinking into your pores. An oil cleanse is needed asap.
“You look like a hot mess,” you snap at the boy in front of you. His stringy bangs stick to his clammy forehead, poking out from underneath his black bucket hat. The neck of his dark gray t-shirt is stretched to one side from the pull of petite, manicured fingers. Pink lip gloss is smeared across his lips, making a glittery trail down his neck. Sore red marks already blooming. “It’s late.”
“It’s only like-” Jungkook looks at his watch. “1 a.m.”
“Yeah, late. I have a test in the morning.”
“Go home.”
That was the problem. The two only people you really knew at the party, Mina and Taehyung, snuck off into a grimy bathroom to fuck eachother’s brains out. That was an hour ago. How long could they really go at it? You explain this to Jungkook with a sigh. “If they’re not back in the next twenty minutes, I’m going to flip.”
“Don’t be a buzzkill.” Jungkook chuckles, plopping down on the brown corduroy couch next to you. A drop of alcohol spills over the edge of his red solo cup, landing right on your bare thigh. “You can’t go by yourself?”
“I’m a woman, Jungkook.”
“Ah, right,” he nods, thumb brushing away the dark liquid on your skin before putting it in his mouth. Goosebumps form instantaneously as you watch in utter shock. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Bambi, but I don’t think a dude would touch you with a ten foot pole. You’re kinda fucking scary.”
You glare at him, fluffy brows furrowed into sharp slants. Deep scowl on your shiny pout.
“See?” He laughs, tattooed digits coming up to pinch the baby fat of your cheeks. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
“No,” you huff, slapping his hand away. The subtle touch was enough to feel how surprisingly soft his skin is. “I’ll go get Mina and Taehyung-” you scoof, getting up from the tattered material under you.
“Chill.” His fingers catch the ruffled hem of your dress, knuckles brushing against the back of your thigh.
The audacity.
“Let them do their thing. I’ll take care of you.”
“Aren’t you in the middle of-” your eyes flicker over to Nayeon, who had been attached to Jungkook’s neck all night prior. She’s on the opposite side of the room, swaying back and forth, watching him cautiously. No doubt wondering if the illusive man had slipped from her grasp, onto the next girl that caught his fleeting attention. “-A thing?”
“Nayeon is cool.” He glances over his shoulder, gnawing on the silver ring on the corner of his lip. He nervously rolls the material of your dress between his thumb and index finger. Your eyes widen at the motion. Why was he being so… handsy tonight? “She’ll understand.”
Even from a distance, you can see the disappointed glint in her eyes when he explains that he’s heading out for the night.
The air outside is much nicer. The wind brushes through the cracks in the trees, kissing the leaves with a seemingly soft gust. The brunt of the blow isn’t felt until the wind is gone, and the unsuspecting leaves slowly dwindle to the ground. Confused as to how something so delicate and graceful led to their demise.
“Ugh, fuck,” Jungkook snarls, sticking out his pink tongue after taking a sip of whatever drink he had been nursing. “Shit’s like battery acid.”
You giggle, turning your head to get a better look at him. He looks so pretty in the moonlight. Even prettier than usual, you think. Your eyes dart back to the sidewalk under your feet.
“Here,” he passes the plastic cup towards you. “I can’t drink anymore.”
“Ew, I don’t want your backwash, Jeon.” You scoff, holding your balled fists to your chest in disgust.
“I’ve been known to spit in a mouth every now and then… never had any complaints.”
God, he’s so crude.
“I told you, I have a test to take.”
“Oh please,” he persists. “I take all my tests hungover.”
“What tests?” You surrender, finally accepting the poisonous drink. A quick whiff of the mysterious liquid confirms his earlier sentiments. It was most definitely battery acid. “You’re a photography major.”
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Jungkook chants, pumping his fist in the air for emphasis.
“Stop peer pressuring me!” You say exasperatedly, words riddled with broken laughter. He’s so insufferably annoying but… weirdly adorable.
He continues, shouting louder until you down the drink in one big gulp, gagging at the putrid aftertaste. He cheers, no concern for the sleeping students who can surely hear his booming voice through their thin dormitory walls.
“I’m a bad influence on you. You’re turning into me.”
“You wish.”
“Not Bambi anymore, hm?” He takes his hat off, ruffling his hair before plopping it onto your head. “Gonna have to call you my baby.”
The breeze does nothing to ease the burning in your cheeks. “You’re an idiot, Jungkook.”
“Oh God… you sound like my parents,” he laughs. It wasn’t the one you had become accustomed to throughout your brief friendship. The high-pitched infectious one that always coaxed a similar sound out of you.
This laugh was sarcastic. Devoid of joy.
“I’m so drunk that you look like ‘em too.”
You glance up from the crushed cup. He looks… sad. You’ve never seen Jungkook sad, or even serious for that matter. His lips are pulled into a tight line, chin covered little dents as he tries to contain his emotions.
Whatever he was feeling, you never want him to feel it again.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head, back pressing against the entrance of your building, prepared to push it open for you.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” you frown, halting your steps. You can’t leave until that heart wrenching expression stops tainting his features.
“My parents are like… old school,” he shrugs, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I was so sheltered growing up. I feel like I missed out on a lot and I just… they wanted me to go to law school. Can you believe that? Me? A lawyer?”
Jungkook was a person you never expected to relate to. Sure, you were casual friends, but you chalk that up to circumstance. He just so happened to be a friend of your roommate’s boyfriend. Your interactions up until this point had been playful banter. Nothing incredibly deep.
Honestly, you didn’t even think he was capable of complex emotions.
You feel guilty about that now.
“They sound like mine,” you admit. “They completely tie my worth to my academic success.”
“But you’re good at that. Thinking.” His fingers tap against his temple before rubbing in soothing circles, trying to coax the cogs in his skull to spin. “You’re the most intelligent person I know and I’m not just saying that because I like you.”
“Thank you,” you peep. You’ve always suspected that Jungkook secretly hated you.
Hate is a strong word and you’re very dramatic.
But nothing about your lifestyles are parallel. They’re perpendicular, moving in two completely separate directions. Only crossing paths every now and then.
Too different and incompatible.
“My brain doesn’t work like that- watch your step,” he warns, pointing at a divet between the concrete and tile as you finally step inside.
“I don’t like to think. I like to see. I’m a visual person.” He’s talking with so much passion, hands moving about to show you what his words couldn’t. You watch in awe.
“They don’t get that. Like when I got these,” he holds his inked arm out for your viewing pleasures. “My dad bugged out. ‘You’ll never get a good job with those doodles on your arm.’”
His tone was so exaggerated that you couldn’t help but giggle, shoulder knocking against his as you walked. He laughs too.
“I don’t really give a shit about the future. I care about now. I want to experience everything I can, right now. To me, life is about living in the moment. Photography is literally like-” his eyes squint, darting around the hallway as he looks for the right words. “Like- snapshots of the present.”
He got so carried away that he didn’t realize you had reached your destination. You blink at him.
“I’m sorry.” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That was stupid,”
“No!” You lower your voice immediately, embarrassed at your sudden outburst. “I actually…” You pause, contemplating your next words.
“I wish I was m-”
“I want to be-”
You both pause this time. Jungkook nods his head towards you, giving you the green light to speak first.
“In some ways, I wish I was more like you.”
“Yeah.” He hums with a soft smile, leaning against your doorframe. So delicate and graceful. “I was gonna say the same thing.”
You gulp, completely and utterly rattled. Your shaky hands fiddle with your keys, struggling to fit them into the lock.
Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? It’s just Jungkook.
He laughs, steadying your jittery hand with his own and helping you slot the metal in.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you say meekly, avoiding eye contact as you enter the dark room. “For what it’s worth… I think your tattoos are really cool.”
“And I think you’re really cute when you’re flustered,” he smirks, backing away from the doorway and waving at you. “Goodnight, Bambi.”
Much to your dismay, the compliment makes your cheeks heat up.
“Jungkook, wait! Your hat!”
“Nah, keep it!” He shouts down the hallway. “It looks better on you anyway!”
“Jungkook, stop,” you whine, back arching off your white cotton duvet. The soft tongue twisting around your nipple makes it incredibly difficult to focus on your cracked phone screen. “This episode is important. We meet Sailor Mars.”
“Sorry, Bambi,” He grunts, wet mouth reluctantly popping off your stiff bud. “Got distracted.”
It’s been a little under two month of this. Of you and him.
Having sex, exchanging sweet words and touches, going back to just friends. Rinse and repeat.
Blissful peaks and exhausting valleys. A rollercoaster of emotions with no logical endpoint in sight. You tried not to think about that part often though.
It was easy to distract yourself from the truth when Jungkook brought you lunch during the gap in his classes, or when he agreed to watch Sailor Moon in its entirety without much pushing. Atleast you could pretend he was yours in those little moments of affection.
You huff, pulling the crumpled t-shirt, his t-shirt, back over your chest. Your heart was still pounding from your last round an hour or so ago, and him casually sucking on your nipple while streaming a cartoon didn’t help.
“She’s your favorite?” He questions, propping his head up on the heel of his hand as he lays on his side. You nod, gaze flickering over to him. His previous activities had made his teddy bear headband slouch forward. You use one of the plush brown ears to pull it back into place.
Although sweet and attentive, Jungkook wasn’t immune to the innate disadvantages that came with being a man.
Like not knowing how to wash his face properly.
You watched in horror a couple weeks ago as scrubbed his face in your bathroom sink. Bangs and all. An order for a cute bear headband, the same brand as your kitty ones, was placed immediately. The way he smiled when you gave it to him would forever be burned into your memory.
“Makes sense,” he hums. “Mars is the planet of war.”
You side-eye him, knowing exactly what he was implying with that snide comment. “Just watch the show, Jeon.”
“I am.” His wavering attention turns back to your phone. “I love 90's animation. It was basically all done by hand, see?” He points at the scene behind Usagi; a blue watercolor sky fading into a baby pink. Clearly hand drawn. It was a detail you never noticed before.
“And the saturation is higher so the colors look brighter.”
“Your major is showing,” you say, using an eye roll to suppress the smile dancing on your lips. You don’t want to disturb the hydrating sheet mask on your face, resting in just the right position. You also don’t want to clue him in on how cute you find his artistic rambles.
“Speaking of that,” he laughs, resting his cheek against your chest, unable to stay in one position for too long. He’s like that in the bedroom too. You sigh as dry bits of his face mask crumble off his temple and onto the black fabric. Baby steps. “You’re still coming to the showcase, right?
Jungkook’s big end-of-semester project was to create a photography portfolio on a topic of his choosing. There was going to be a cute little gallery event to display the work of him and his classmates. It was hard not to get your hopes up when he invited you.
That was a sign that maybe, just maybe, the feeling was mutual. Right?
“Right,” you answer him curtly. “Now tell me what topic you picked, demon.”
“Nah, you’ll have to be a good girl and wait,” he grins teasingly, lifting up to steal an airy peck. “Besides, I need to get one more sho-”
Ding.
“Thank fuck!” He groans, springing up at the sound of your timer. “This feels like sandpaper. What the fuck are you doing to my face?”
“Oh, don’t be a baby,” you scold, pressing pause and tossing your phone onto your bed. He’d have to meet your favorite character some other time, clearly too distracted and antsy tonight to focus.
“Bambi,” he says indignantly, pointing straight ahead at Mina’s floor mirror with wide doe eyes. His skin is cracked and painted gray. The reflection is startling to the skincare newbie. “Look at how dry this shit is!”
“Jungkook, it’s supposed to look like that. It’s a clay mask.” You laugh, peeling your more gentle one off and tossing it into the little trash bin near your nightstand. “You have oily skin, so it’ll help clear out your pores and reduce excess sebum production.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” he laughs, climbing out of bed and rolling his shoulders, arms numb from laying down too long. He’s topless. You can’t help but eye the way his back muscles pop out with every circular motion.
How yummy.
“Do you mind if I hop in the shower?”
He doesn’t need to ask. Jungkook has become a permanent fixture in your dorm, like the color pink or your twin bed. Whenever Mina is gone, he’s there.
His presence is also similar to your bed in the sense that it doesn’t extend past the four walls of your room and mind.
A bed is warm, though. Comforting. And you long for it when you’re not in it.
That longing leads your wandering feet into the steamy bathroom.
“Jungkook,” you peep softly, knocking gently on the glass door before sliding it open. “Can I join you?”
The unexpected noise makes him jump, a large palm hitting his bare chest with a wet smack. Once his mind registers the sound as your voice though, his body language softens. Your voice so sweet and melodic in his ears. “I would never turn down an opportunity to see your tits. Wet.”
‘You could see them more often if you just fell in love with me already,’ you think to yourself, peeling off your cherry-printed thong and oversized shirt before stepping into the warm shower.
He looks so dreamy in the sauna of your shower.
Your pupils pause when they land on the unbelievably minuscule nipples that you always tease him for. His cheeks and chest are a soft baby pink. Your favorite color. Whether it’s from the scalding water or him nailing you into the rickety mattress earlier, you can’t tell. All the fog makes him look even more heavenly than usual, like an angel descending from the clouds.
You’re down bad.
There’s a speck of clay still on his chin, covering that little brown freckle you love so much. You cup the side of his face, thumb swiping away the leftover mask. He leans into your palms, lips chasing your finger to press a soft kiss on the pad of it.
Why must he make things so difficult for you?
“I got it,” he mumbles, snatching the pink face cloth from your hand and reaching for what his peanut brain thinks is body wash.
“Jungkook, that’s shampoo.”
“What? No way,” he shakes his head confidently, picking up the slippery green bottle and reading the label with squinted eyes.
You were right, of course.
“Oh, I fucked up then” He smells like lavender and mint. The scent fills your nostrils when he grabs the actual body wash from the bamboo wall shelf, suctioned to the tile near your head. It's the same fragrance of your very fancy, very expensive, shampoo.
You glance at the bottle. It’s nearly empty.
“Jungkook! You’re such an idiot!”
“It’s not that deep, Bambi. Relax,” he chuckles nonchalantly.
“It’s not funny!” Read the shower, Jeon. Haircare is no laughing matter. You cross your arms over your chest, titty-viewing privileges revoked until further notice. “That stuff is expensive, Jungkook. It’s Paul Mitchell...”
“Not Paul Mitchell,” he humors you, bottom lip jutting out dramatically. His shiny silver lip ring and eyebrow piercing do nothing to aid his faux innocence. “I’ll buy you another bottle, I promise. I used it because it reminds me of you. Smells so good.”
Jungkook squeezes the soap onto the pink cloth before running it over your body, lathering the vanilla-scented bubbles on your skin. Hands caressing every part of you so gently, as if you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever dealt with. Afraid to break you in his careless and clumsy palms.
He’s cleaning you so tenderly that it makes your lovesick heart pound.
He’s diligent too, squatting down awkwardly to wash your manicured toes, balancing your foot on top of his knee. He lets out an airy laugh when your foot jerks under his sneaky tickling fingers.
Even on your most intimate parts, his touch stays pure and delicate. He cups your breasts, cleaning under them and around them. The damp cotton barely ghosts over your nipples. He’s never been shy to pinch, suck, or even bite them before. It doesn’t feel right to him in this context though. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfy or ruin the moment by doing or saying something dirty.
Sometimes, Jungkook makes you feel so… important. So cared for.
You cling to him when he washes your back, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into the solid surface of his chest. You stay like that for a moment. Holding eachother under the warm stream of the shower. Savoring it while he’s still with you like this.
Blissful peaks.
The gentle swirls and shapes he draws against your skin lulls you into a trance. All you can hear is his heart beating.
It’s so close but so out of reach.
You count the seconds between the faint thumps. So distracted and content that your ears block out the sharp sounds of water hitting tile. All you hear is him.
Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
A quick swat to your ass brings you back to reality.
You peep out a small moan, jolting forward from the impact.
“You like when I do that,” he deduces, the corner of his lip pulling into a crooked smirk as he massages your stinging behind. “When I have my way with you. Don’t you, Bambi?”
You nod, cheek still smushed into his wet chest. How humiliating.
“You’re a lot more submissive than I thought you’d be.”
“You thought about me before we started hooking up?” You counter, voice taking on a teasing tone to hide the flutter in your chest. He wanted you too. The thought was reassuring.
“Mm, maybe.” His hardening cock, brushing right against your inner thigh, tells you the answer. “The version of you in my head was confident, though. Knew what she wanted and took it.”
He whispers the last part, gaze floating down to your lips and licking his bottom one in preparation. The telltale signs of an incoming smooch. You close your eyes, expecting a sweet kiss-
“I get that you’re still learning how to fuck,” he shrugs. “So no biggie.”
Asshole. He's taunting you.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It’s not a bad thing…” he coos, patronizingly. “Just the Bambi I know would never let a man tell her what to do.”
Any implication of you being compliant and passive, especially to a male counterpart, would normally send you into a rampage. He never understood how someone so kind could also be so viscous. When angry, you were comparable to a fire-breathing dragon, destroying villages and burning people alive with your blazing articulate tongue. Jungkook would never tell you that though, lest you think he was calling you ugly and reptilian.
That couldn’t be further from the truth, because he found it so fucking sexy when you were mad. And the bubbles of irritation were already brewing in your stomach.
You’re falling right into his trap.
“I don’t,” you argue through gritted teeth. “And I always take what I want.”
“That’s not true,” Jungkook tutts his tongue at you. “You want me so bad and you haven’t done anything about it.”
Your heart drops. Is it that obvious you have a big fat crush on him?
“Why don’t you show me a little bit, then?” He huffs, voice pleading and whiny. He grabs your hand and guides it around his semi-hard member, engulfing your’s in his tattooed one. “Touch me how you want.”
Oh, he meant sexually. You let out a sigh of relief.
Even partially soft, his cock feels heavy in your hand. Your fingertips barely meet around the shaft, pink mushroom tip poking out of your tiny fist. Two months. Two months of seeing his cock every three to five business days, and you’re still intimidated by the sheer size of him. How could you not be? He was massive.
He knocks his wet forehead against yours. His gaze is trained on his growing cock, tongue fiddling with his lip ring as he focuses. So visual.
Hm. It could be fun to take control. Especially when he was practically begging for it.
Jungkook prefers to be the pleasing partner. Foreplay usually consists of him licking and touching every square inch of you until you’re squirming. You’ve never seen him so needy and desperate before.
Most dicks were ugly. Monstrous even. In the flesh, you’ve seen a whopping total of three penises throughout your lifetime, Jungkook’s included. A small sample size for your age. But you’ve watched enough porn to know that they were anything but aesthetically pleasing.
You’ve always been drawn to the finer, pretty things in life.
And his is so so pretty.
It’s not overly vascular. The veins running along his shaft are subtle, you can only feel them when you give him a hard tug. His skin is smooth and supple. Pelvis clean-shaven. Despite his little skincare mishaps, you can know he takes good care of himself. It’s a quality you found extremely attractive.
Languidly stroking up, you twist your wrist over the swollen tip. Your grip isn’t as tight as he likes and you know it, purposely dragging over the upward curve with an unbearably loose fist. The running water makes the glide easy as you pump him languidly, stopping at the crown and squeezing to give him a little relief.
He peeps out a dreamy sigh when a pearl of dew leaks out of the slit. You coo at the sight, using your thumb to smear the wetness around his sensitive head.
A dirty Jungkook-type thought pops into your head.
“Put it in your mouth,” you command, holding your glistening digit in front of his big nose.
He hesitates for a moment. It’s fair. You were literally asking him to taste his own precum. His black pupils dart to your thumb, over to your face, and then back to your thumb.
Has he never done this before?
He’s apprehensive, but fiercely competitive to the core. Never one to turn down a challenge. You’ve known that since you met him, when he nearly had a meltdown over losing a simple game of beer pong.
He takes the pad of your thumb into his pink pucker, sucking on it like a sugary lollipop. His lustful eyes lock onto yours when his tongue just barely grazes over your skin. They’re pleading, so desperate for your approval.
“Good boy… now spit.”
You feel his cock twitch against your stomach, wet tip leaving a sticky trail to your belly button. He obliges, letting a string of spit land in your palm. You hum contently, wrapping your hand around his shaft again. Coating him in his own saliva.
“I love that,” he moans out, voice so turned on that you have to clench your thighs together for friction. They’re already clammy with arousal.
“Love what?” You tease. “Praise or my hand?”
“Both,” he admits with no hesitation, hips recoiling and subtly thrusting into your palm. He slicks back his bothersome bangs to get a better view.
He looks so good with his forehead out.
“Does that feel good?”
He nods halfheartedly, tunnel-visioned in on the way you’re just fucking milking him. The nasty wet clicking noises filling the air only make his impending orgasm build up quicker. Jungkook has always prided himself on his stamina, but he’s already feeling that overwhelming pooling in his balls.
“Are you gonna cum?”
“Yeah, Bambi...” He sighs, mouth dropping when he’s done speaking. Thick brows knitting together. Face contorting in the way it always does when he’s about to bust.
You tug him hard and fast until he’s teetering on the point of no return-
And then you stop.
The muscles at the base of his cock contract and expand, making it bounce up against his pelvis. The creamy skin at the base transitions into a vibrant flush at the tip. So swollen and angry. So ready to cum.
“Fuck!” He shouts, slamming the side of his fist against the tile wall, snarled teeth look too ferocious to be bunny-like. The hooded gaze he shoots you is scary, even angrier than his cock.
It looks painful.
You feel bad, truly.
But it was a small glimpse of the pain you felt when he blue-balled your love and affection.
“I cum first,” you taunt with a smirk, pressing a gentle peck on his lips. He doesn’t reciprocate, pout cemented in a firm straight line. “Then you.”
His tattooed knuckles sneak under your wet hair, curling around the back of your neck. The other is grips on your shoulder, trimmed nails digging into the delicate skin as he shoves you forward. You gasp, bouncing breasts squished against the shower door, cool slippery glass brushing against sensitive nipples.
Jungkook usually takes the lead during sex, gently coaching you through the motions until you’re both silly-smiled and starry-eyed in post orgasm bliss. You’ve never seen him so domineering. A sharp juxtaposition to the whiny boy who was desperately seeking words of affirmation a few minutes ago.
His duality has you embarrassingly wet.
“I’m sorry,” he grunts, nuzzling into your shoulder and placing a few gentle, apologetic pecks on your skin. “I don’t mean to be so abrasive.”
Abrasive.
That was a big word, for him atleast. His vocabulary has expanded a bit. The thought makes you gleam.
“You’re just-” The words are broken off by an airy chuckle. “I’m so fucked.”
There’s no time for you to mull over the hidden meanings of his words. He nudges your legs apart with his knee, muscular thigh pressing right into your sopping sex. You moan at the contact, grinding down on it until it’s rudely snatched away.
“Isn’t someone greedy?” His voice is muffled, lips preoccupied with kissing a messy trail down your spine before dropping to his knees behind you. Right on the shower floor. “You’ve already cum. Twice.”
You had sex just a few hours. And he did indeed, make you cum twice. Once on his fingers and once around his cock.
It wasn't enough, though. Never enough with him.
“Want more...”
“I know you do, just…” His words dissipate when spreads one cheek to the side, distracted by the mesmorising sight of your glistening slit and puckering hole. “Stay still. Let me look at you.”
The lack of sensory information has you on edge. From your position, you can’t see him. Only catching blurry glimpses of a tattooed arm when it extends into your field of vision. It’s hard to hear the nasty declarations that pour out of his mouth over the pitter-patter of water. There’s no perceptible clues that help you predict his next movements. You have to wait until you feel them.
His big hands knead your skin, making the fatty parts jiggle with his thumbs resting under each cheek. “Wow…” he peeps in admiration before shoving his entire face in your ass, vigorously shaking his head side to side.
He’s so lewd.
You squeak when his sneaky tongue pokes out.
“No…”
“Why?”
“That’s so… dirty.” You don’t mean you, of course. Even in the drunkest of states, you could execute a ten step skincare routine flawlessly, facial rollers and all. You were referring to the act.
“I mean… we’re kinda past that, don’t you think?”
You hum a contemplative noise. He had a point.
“Don’t you like it, baby?” A soft kiss is placed against the cinched muscle. “When I play with you like this?”
Baby.
He hasn’t called you that since he walked you home from the party. Your stomach somersaults.
“I love it,” you confess with a sigh.
“Then why is it dirty? I’m just making you feel good, aren’t I?” He coos, placing the pad of his thumb on the untouched area. There’s no pressure behind it, just light strokes around the rim. “I can make you feel so good, if you just let me do what I want.”
What he’s implying is nerve-wracking. Anal play was something you never even considered dabbling in.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
You trust him and you’re consumed by lust, so you give a small nod.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Do whatever you want, Koo… anything.”
There’s a sharp exhale and then soft fingers massaging tight circles on your clit. You relax into the touch. A tried and true method of making you feel good, and hopefully, ease you into the uncharted waters with little tension. Jungkook lets a string of spit fall between your cheeks, knowing you’ll need the extra lubrication.
“Fu- hmm,” you hum through curled lips when his thick thumb slowly prods in, only up to the first knuckle. It’s not as painful as you expected. A little strange and unfamiliar, but the stretch was oddly pleasurable. “S’ good.”
“No one has ever been in here before, right? Only me?”
“Only you.” You mewl, grinding back into his hand. The confession makes him moan. The thought of defiling you, ruining you, does things to him and to his leaking cock.
“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll get you a butt plug.” He pauses, before adding an afterthought. “A small one with a pink gem.”
You don’t respond, enjoying the feeling of his hand too much to speak.
“Yeah,” he hums to himself. “Gonna double dip you one of these days.”
“Koo,” you whine. “Please do something.”
He can’t deny you. Not when there’s those dreamy, desperate hues in your voice. Jungkook spins, sitting on the ground before shuffling backwards until his back is against the shower door. Positioned directly between your legs. Right under your leaking cunt.
“Ride my face,” he whimpers. “Please…”
In your limited experience, and via the data you’ve collected from third-party sources (Mina), guys only ever beg to receive oral sex.
But Jungkook is different. Here he was, fully prepared to devour your pussy like it’s his last meal on death row.
Hopefully the crime committed isn’t breaking your heart.
“Jungkook, you don’t- fuck!” His mouth is on you before you can even finish the sentence. Toned arm wrapped around your thigh, pulling you down onto his thirsty tongue like you’re a refreshing drink on a hot summer day.
The cool metal of his lip ring brushing against your outer lips as he delivered long unhurried licks between them, had your thighs trembling. You were so worked up and he’s barely even touched you.
The position is great, amazing even, but it’s hard to hold him like you want. You twist awkwardly reaching behind you and letting your fingers trace the outline of his sharp jaw. You can literally feel his tongue working under the skin, collecting as much of your sweet dew as possible before swallowing it in big gulps.
The combination of your juices and the running water makes Jungkook-
“Feel like I'm drowning,” he laughs, sending hot breaths into your core.
You peep an apology before standing on your toes, trying to create some breathing room.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” His free hand grabs your ass, fingertips digging into the plush surface as he pulls you back down. The motion makes his large nose brush against your clit, bulbous tip sneaking under the hood, tickling your most sensitive spot.
“Fuck, baby.” you whine, already feeling a sticky hot climax approaching.
“Don’t be shy.” The thick thumb, still hooked inside of you, begins rocking back and forth, moving your hips in tandem. Encouraging you to grind onto his face. “Use me.”
Despite the assertive facade, you were deeply insecure. You’ve never felt more liberated, more comfortable, than when Jungkook’s hands were on you, though. Caressing every undesirable part of you. Touching you in ways that made you swoon. Completely worshiping you.
With that in mind, you build up the courage to move freely. Humping his face like you do your pillow when you’re alone and needy for him.
You find yourself saying this often with Jungkook, but you’ve never felt so good.
There’s little muffled moans under the sound of the shower. Between the wet strands of hair, you can see his thick brows pulled in at the middle. Features contorted to form that cute little yummy face he makes every time he eats good food. Or in this case, your pussy.
You giggle deliriously, gently pushing back his wet tresses. They’re silky and pliant from your conditioner. Your thumb smoothes over one of his brows in an attempt to tame the angry arch. Afraid to hurt him, you stop immediately when you feel his piercing.
The look he gives you when he peers up at you sends you spiraling. There’s something so raw behind his eyes.
It almost looks like…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shout when your orgasm washes over you, hips jerking wildly and uncontrollably. Powerful waves of pleasure run through you. One after the other in rapid succession, leaving your legs shaking and your petite fingers clawing at his scalp.
He doesn’t stop until you make him, with a fistful of hair and a rough yank. Wet lips smacking together as he coos, taking in the sight of the overstimulated body before him. You feel empty when he removes his thumb from your sore hole and climbs to his feet.
“Your mouth,” you whine. “It’s too much.”
“I know,” he hums in agreement, hugging you from behind before continuing with an airy chuckle. “Nayeon told me that I have an oral fixation.”
Nayeon.
Your heart drops at the mention of her name.
Why was he thinking about Nayeon? Especially now, when he was being intimate with you-
‘Don’t overthink it,’ you tell yourself. It was probably just a flippant comment he made without thinking…
“Oh no,” Jungkook groans dramatically, tattooed hand scrubbing over his face in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, craning your neck to look at him.
“I only brought one condom,” he says in distraught, emphasizing the one like it was the biggest mistake of his life. “And we already used it.”
Hm. Now seems like a good time to ask him the question you’ve been avoiding for weeks.
“Are you sleeping with anyone else?”
An eerie pause fills the air. You don’t like the way he hesitates.
“No… I always use protection anyways… and I just got tested last week.”
You don’t like the way he answers. Almost like he didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t necessarily want to admit the truth either.
You don’t push the matter further. You're afraid that if you do, he’ll drift away. Float onto the next shiny, less complicated, thing that catches his wandering eyes.
“It’s okay. Just fuck me, Jungkook.”
“Are you sure?” He looks at you with wide, sparkly eyes. They appear almost animated, hand drawn in the same style as your favorite cartoon. “We don’t have to. I would never-”
“I want to.”
You just want him.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Mhm.”
He exhales a sigh of relief, head dropping to thank whatever higher power exists for making this happen. The stars aligned to make this happen. He gets to fuck you now. Raw.
When his hands land on your ass, they’re shaky and unorganized. You can’t tell if it’s from adrenal of excitement. His cock is at the perfect angle to slot between your cheeks without the help of his hands. Jungkook pushes them together, rutting his hips into the tight squeeze, moaning softly when his pink tip pokes out at the top.
“No more teasing,” you huff with a pout.
“Put me in then, sweetheart.”
Another term of endearment. You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose. If he knows how you feel about him and is levying that affection against you. Using sweet words to lull you into any situation of his choosing.
You sigh, reaching between your legs. His couch is so touch-starved from the foreplay, the orgasm you denied him, that the contact makes it jump. You rub the engorged head over your clit, flicking it up and down over the swollen nub.
“Thought you said no teasing.” He gruffs, strained and fucked out.
You nod in response, licking your lips as you guide him to your entrance. His heart beating so sternly in his chest that you can feel his pulse in the crown of his cock. So turned out and it’s all because of you.
Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape when he slides in slowly. You’re both so wet from the shower and your own arousals, that there’s barely any resistance. Just a smooth glide until he’s buried to the hilt. Hushed, needy gasps escaping from both of you.
“Ah- fuck,” he grunts, hips jolting forward even though there’s no more length to give, pelvis mushing into you. You have to brace yourself with flat palms to prevent your head from knocking into the glass. “I’m in love with this pussy…”
The sweet, filthy words make you clench around him.
Jungkook watches with parted lips as he pulls out. Top lip twitching in a snarl when he sees how creamy and shiny you made his cock. You always do, but this is the first time he’s actually witnessing it, feeling it, without any barrier.
“My favorite pussy…” he whispers, gripping your waist as leverage before he starts pounding into you. Closing his eyes to focus on his rhythm, savoring the way your warm, wet, natural ridges feel on his cock
Even from behind, his curve does wonders on your g-spot. The smooth underside deliciously strokes that sweet spot with every deep plunge. Your breasts bounce when his hips crash into yours, making the very tips of your nipples teasingly brushing against the wet glass. The coolness sends tingles through your burning skin.
“When can I really play with you?” He pants. “Use my vibrator until you’re cumming buckets, huh?”
“Whenever we stay at yours…”
He doesn’t respond, leveling you with a simple hum instead.
“Nah, I prefer going to the girl’s place-” Jungkook had slurred to Taehyung, projecting his voice over the static of the party. Loud enough for your unsuspecting ears to pick up the sound. “I feel bad for asking them to leave after, so it just makes things easier.”
That was before you started hooking up, but the memory still stings.
A lightbulb turns on Jungkook’s brain as he watches the running water hit your back. He reaches for the shower head, clicking the silver lever three notches to the left. Jet mode.
The ugliest sob rips though your chest when he places it directly on your clit.
“Jungkook!” The stream is so powerful that it sends you into a panic. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!”
“Yes, you can,” his lips are smushed to your temple, trying to shush your cries. “Gotta practice for the Hitachi, don’t you baby?”
The constant stimulation from the water and his cock makes your orgasm build up much quicker than anticipated. There’s wetness on your cheeks. It's not from the splashing water pummeling directly into your clit. You feel so euphoric and overstimulated that you’re crying. There’s nothing you can do to stop the unbearable pleasure that’s coursing through your veins.
You nearly blackout when you cum. Vision blurry. Hearing fading in and out. Legs giving out underneath you. Jungkook has to catch you, abruptly dropping the shower head to wrap his big arms around your waist before you plummet to the ground in bliss.
When you can support yourself again, he hangs up the forgotten metal, maneuvering you around until you’re facing him. He picks you up with an inked arm hooked under your thighs, free hand grazing over your back in soothing circles.
“I didn’t push you too far, did I?” He asks worriedly.
You shake your head. He did, but you absolutely loved it. You peep when you feel the tip of his cook, still achingly hard, against your backside. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry.”
“No,” you protest. “Want you to cum too.”
He looks at you, gnawing on his bottom lip like he’s contemplating something. “I’ll be quick.”
Jungkook lays you down on the shower floor gently, the same way he does on your twin bed. A grimace laces through your features. Over the last month, you’ve been swamped with homework, putting a wedge in your normal routine. The last time you cleaned out the shower was two whole weeks ago.
Disgusting.
All complaints are forgotten when he’s inside of you, though. You would brace the bacteria and germs to have Jungkook between your legs.
“You’re so pretty,” he huffs, admiring the way your hair fans out across the white porcelain. Leaning forward, Jungkook presses his entire weight on top of you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. There’s a gust of wind on your shoulder as he breathes in your scent.
The whole atmosphere feels different.
The slow sensual grind of his hips makes you dizzy. You swear you’re hallucinating when you feel his hands graze up your arms, fingers interlocking with yours.
“Look at me.”
You crane your neck, wide eyes meeting his hooded ones. You breath hitches in your throat when you take in his expression. He’s looking at you the same way he did earlier.
If you didn’t know better, you would say he’s looking at you like he’s in love with you.
“I’m close,” he whispers, nudging his forehead against yours. He kisses you so delicately. There’s no heady teeth or rushed tongues. Just a sweet, soft kiss. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside.”
When he cums, it’s gentle and low. His hips never falter from their slow pace like they usually do when he climaxes. He doesn’t moan lewdly or say anything dirty. He just stays clung to you, panting softly until he rides out his high.
You feel so warm and happy when he fills you up.
He stays on top of you while he catches his breath. You don’t mind, petite hands scratching over his back. Listening to the calming, rain-like sounds of the shower.
“Do you want to go to bed?” You peep after a few minutes.
“I can’t sleepover tonight, Bambi,” he coos, sitting back on his knees. You feel empty when he pulls out. “I have a test tomorrow.”
“Oh… well, you’re still coming over tomorrow, right? So can we finish the season?” You question, recalling the pinky promise he made you last week.
“Raincheck,” he pouts. “I have something to do for one of my classes.”
You follow him to the door once you’re both dried off and dressed.
“Goodnight,” he places a dramatic kiss on the top of your head, pulling away with a little ‘muah’ sound. Something in the corner of your room catches his eye before he leaves. “Did you steal my hat?”
Your eyes follow his finger, pointing straight to the black bucket hat on your desk.
“You gave it to me.”
“I did?” He looks at you in confusion. “I don’t remember that.”
“Fuck off,” you groan, cocooning your blanket over your disturbed ears. You wanted nothing more than to rewatch Sailor Moon and mope, but the fireworks would not fucking stop. Where is campus police? And why are they letting dumb frat boys light off explosives?
You sigh, watching Usagi and Rei fight over Tuxedo Mask again. You know what the outcome will be. The thought of your favorite character falling victim to the unforgiving strain of unrequited love makes your heart hurt.
You tilt your head. Tuxedo Mask kinda looks like someone you know.
The show was supposed to be distracting, make you forget the fact that you got stood up but a guy you’ve been crushing on for months. But even your alone time has become daunting. Consumed by him. Everything reminds you of Jungkook.
Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
You sigh, closing out the app in favor of scrolling through Instagram. The first picture you see on your feed is of Nayeon. Just your luck.
It was posted two minutes ago. You recognize the ugly brown couch in the background. She’s clearly at a party, form-fitting black mini dress complimenting her figure perfectly.
Your self-loathing mind guides your self-loathing fingers to zoom in on every little detail and compare yourself to her. Pretty hair. Perfect makeup. Tiny waist that curves out into her full hips. Long legs. Jungkook. Straight, pearly white teeth. Nice jawline-
Jungkook?
You do a double take, eyes scanning the photo until they land on him again. He’s lingering in the background, back against the wall, looking down at his phone. You stay zoomed in on him for a while, staring at your phone screen until your vision goes blurry.
Every doubt and insecurity you’ve harbored over the last few months hits you in a drowning, suffocating wave.
Exhausting valleys.
Why did you even agree to this? This stupid friends with benefits relationship.
You knew you would get hurt, but you didn’t think it would hurt this bad. Not only did he lie to you, he was with Nayeon.
Nayeon. You can’t fucking stand her-
You shake your head furiously and throw your phone to the foot of your bed.
You don’t mean that…
Since when were you the type to hate another woman over a dumb guy? Or have unprotected sex? Or let someone so careless and selfish infiltrate your heart and mind?
How could you compare yourself to Nayeon when you two are in the exact same position?
You think about the night you fell for him, when he walked you home in the moonlight. She must have felt the same you do now. You’re similar in your desire to be with him, knowing you'll get hurt in the end.
Because being with Jungkook for a little while was better than not being with him at all.
It’s his eyes. They’re dark but so tender. The way they look at you like you’re the only thing that matters. The way they glow when he talks about things that interest him. Or how they dart up towards his forehead when he can’t find the right words to say-
“__?” Mina calls, standing in the doorway with a takeout bag. You hadn’t even noticed her come in. “Why are you crying?”
“Huh?” You peep, eyes fluttering down to the little wet spots on your blanket.
Without even realizing it, you had grown to love Jungkook so much.
You spent the rest of the night sobbing in Mina’s arms.
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5 star review
hall of fame: 8.5/10
seungmin's vocals are insane this album and he deserved this album opening line
THE CHORUS growly distorted electric guitar heavy bass HEART EYES PLEASE!!! PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK
chan's postchorus melody (and in the outro) is so fun, it's got choral/circus-y vibes if that makes sense
felix's weird xylophone raps + jeongin's panning ah's. it's giving me maze of memories >:)
the man on the moon clip.... chan must be proud of that one
this feels like cheese's cousin and will probably be on loop
s-class: 8/10
not the hugest fan of changbin's opener, shockingly enough
hyunjin's first line is the best attention grabber, soooooo well done
goofy ass sound effects in the first verse but i'm not complaining
"swerving i'm speeding on serpent rooooad" i think i floated a couple inches in the air the first time i heard this prechorus it's sooooo fucking good -- and this is coming from someone who normally hates the melodic prechorus thing in like every other song (god's menu, venom, freeze, etc.)
the chorus... i hated it the first time i heard it. but now it's catchy. also in context with the rest of the song it makes complete sense to me
controversial opinion(?): i love changbin's enunciated simple rap over the old school beat, and i especially love how han's track layers some classic samples on top
SECOND CHORUS DISTORTION suuuuuuch a good call... otherwise the chorus would be boring but it's enough of a change-up that it also foreshadows the upcoming parts of the song that stretch and shift the typical song structure
pre-dance break rap exchange is not my fav but it keeps the energy up anyway
DANCE BREAK IS GOOD!!!!!! love the production
title track ranking: better than thunderous, maniac, case 143 (duh); not quite god's menu level of shocking and not as tasteful as back door
item: 9.5/10
the productionnnnn.......... i'm drooling
the rap tone from changbin is so bratty and the pacman/game theme of the song is so funny
i wish had better words for the backtrack sounds bc i want to point out all the sounds and their textures; like the high-hat percussion beat which is super similar to the one they used in domino; and this heavy dark crunchy synth sound they keep using
FELIX GROWLY CHORUS. cheap thrills maybe but my fav part of the song
the fucking autotune felix section "celebraaaate" is so bad that it's funny which makes it perfect for the song. it's like jeongin moaning in N/S do you understand
second prechorus + postchorus is a little boring idk why -- that's why it's not 10/10
repetitive lee know before felix's final chorus is inspired
domino's annoying but lovable younger sibling. will be on loop
super bowl: 8/10
digusting beat, very excellent (makes me think of doodle)
the lyrics are so insanely corny it's DJ VXNILLX at his best i swear to god
the nct-esque chanting lmao... sm wake up!
"aw this shit's so bussing" WHY LMAO (edit: i have learned this is not what he's saying but it's what everyone is hearing so)
honestly. the ASMR whispering is so cringy to me but it's also amazing genius. and also so embarrassing but also hot. very confusing stuff
bridge is so out of place but who cares tbh
topline: 6/10
very fun almost "throwback" hiphop type of sound, i love whatever they sampled for the backtrack
"cause we don't give a fu--" we cheered.
tiger jk is a good rapper! :)
maybe strange opinion but hyunjin's second rap was the best of all the raps imo
it's a good song, but it's a little plain for me (maybe just in comparison to the other songs); i'm probably gonna skip it a lot
dlc: 7/10
it's CUTE! it sits at the same table as blueprint, run, mixtape: oh, ex if that makes sense
i think this has better production than the other changbin songs i'm aware of, actually; it still has his trademark sort of wistful bitter melancholy but the sound is a little more diverse than stuff like sorry i love you or streetlight
the instrumental beat drop sections i like more than i thought i would, especially the breakdown towards the end
one criticism: i would've introduced the "la la" sample much earlier in the song, it feels a little out of nowhere in the last third
i actually love this kind of skz song so it'll probably have longer lasting power with me
get lit: 7.5/10
this song comes out of the gate swinging jesus fucking christ
love the club banger backbeat that's like 100% muffled bass
this is insane but i would've preferred an even harder drop from the bassline for the chorus
the mumbling line hyunjin + felix have with the muffled beat is so good
last drop is CRAAAAAAZY!!! CHAN IS BARKING
collision: 5.5/10
why am i suddenly in a dimly lit smoky jazz bar with bronze/gold details and red roses everywhere
i saw someone on twitter say smth about the sax and i have to emphasize that this is clearly a trumpet
a rare bangchan win from me: his verse was the best imo
the main chorus melody is extremely plain but still very sweet and catchy; it feels like a song to slow dance to after a date night at a fancy steak place. tbh not my cup of tea but still nice
fnf: 8.5/10
i cried at literally the first line. my dog just died sue me
normally i don't like how chan arranges guitar-heavy production but this song did a great job without feeling too mixtape: time out
prechorus doing something to my heart that hurts
the chorus is so sad to me... i think watching the intro for 5star and seeing chan's thoughts on this track casts this whole song into a different, more complicated vibe. like the meaning behind "i'm catching up" when singing about death and grief -- that's actually really good, and i really like how this line is "stuttered" or halted in the first two choruses, and only gets pronounced in full for the very last chorus, bc they've literally "caught up"
i also really like how for the "uh-uh-uh" lines, the melody shifts into a minor key -- that's what's keeping the chorus interesting and from falling into bland territory
second verse is deeply upsetting for me. yes i'm still thinking about my dead dog
the eagle cry is a little silly/on the nose but i think it's a sweet touch bc i know how earnest it is
also just generally speaking, i'm a sucker for songs whose lyrics/topic are really fucking sad but are musically very upbeat (which is why i love txt's discography so much too)
outro/final chorus very good, especially the full "i'm catching up!" followed by the falsetto...
also this song activates my synethesia like crazy for that fresh spring green, so i will be listening to this a bunch
youtiful / the sound / mixtape: time out 0 / 10
these pissed me off that's all i have to say
FINAL THOUGHTS
first thing: i will say this, and it will be deeply upsetting for stays who loved skz for their pre-noeasy stuff, but it's true: chan's production and musical direction was heavily influenced by other things when he was first starting out because he was still learning, but i would say starting most obviously with oddinary, this is actually what skz's (read: chan's) personal production style is like -- and this is what skz's future releases will sound like too. there's much less imitation in production style in this album, and if it's there, it's more of a reference or allusion like in topline, and not so much a participation in a genre tradition. this makes sense, bc they've been saying repeatedly how they don't want to be defined by a genre, but want to pioneer their own -- even if it sounds really fucking weird. stuff like victory song, levanter, even side effects felt like they could've been made by other artists bc chan was still getting his production legs under him, but stuff like god's menu, domino, and case 143 is where he started pulling together a personal style.
i would characterize go live as a demonstration of skz's flashes of genius while still borrowing the sound profile of genre to use as training wheels; noeasy was them slowly playing with developing a unique sound and practicing songwriting; and 5 star is them doubling down on the production and songwriting skills they've developed since noeasy. this is their most "matured" set of songs and you can hear the difference. it's not necessarily better than the other two albums in terms of personal taste, but i think it's obvious how much work they've done the past two years to be able to come up with and execute the 5 star tracklist, and listening to it i feel like i can see 100% the intention behind the execution, which is admirable even if you hate the music. luckily i don't!
you can tell that all of them figured out what their particular talent is (what makes them "special" ha) bc they echoed what they did in the past, when those talents were first apparent. s class has a lot in common with god's menu, in vibe and structure. item is the successor to domino which skz admitted themselves, bc they were aware of how special that kind of song is. hall of fame and super bowl feels adjacent to stuff like cheese, where it's all attitude and/or aggression. felix has leaned into his voice being used as an "accent" or "point", lee know has a lot of "shouting" tone power, han's songwriting is getting more diverse (with get lit) and more defined (with collision), etc. it's not that they're copying what they've done before, because more stays would be happy with this album if that were the case, which judging by my mutuals' reactions, many are NOT; it's more that they've developed a self-awareness as artists. this album felt like evidence that everything they say in interviews about their artistic development is true, it's not just posturing: they work hard to change, and they'd much rather be continually weird and alienating than stay the same and grow complacent, even if it pisses of their fanbase and most of the general public.
personally i'm extremely relieved because 1) i obviously loved nearly all the songs but also 2) i was terrified maxident and The Sound were going to signify the BTS-ification of stray kids, a la dynamite / butter / permission to dance. 5 star solidly put those worries to rest thank fucking god. maybe my music taste is broken but i get Weird skz forever so i win
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the "switchup" happens in a lot of songs in this album, most obviously in s class, but i'm not 100% convinced it's them capitalizing on any trend (like the switchups that nmixx is known for), since they've done switchups like this before in god's menu & back door and other songs too; for me it feels more like chan playing w the patterning he did in god's menu, bc 5 star as an album has a lot of homages to their go live era
everyone got a lot better at everything imo -- particularly in vocals; seungmin did a standout job on all of his lines obviously, but i also noticed lee know's voice has a lot more support and actually chan's lines i would put in the top three too.
live vocals from their stages are also WAY improved; i'm guessing the maniac tour gave them a lot of experience
#what's fascinating is seeing how 60% of my skz mutuals hate this album lmaooo#p#skz#anyway. this is long huh
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A Pill In Time - Giftbox Studios
Summary: An alternate universe where ‘A Hat In Time’ [by Gears For Breakfast] is set in a psychic ward, and anyone non-human in the game are human now.
Notes: The writer has done research of the mental disorders yet has trouble understanding and memorizing them, please don’t harass or insult them as they have tried to be empathetic and avoid spreading misinformation.Perspective of the main character changes to the next character to show what the main character is really doing.
TW: Mental disorders [Autism/Autism Spectrum, PTSD, OCD, Anxiety, Schizophrenia, etc.], the perspective of a child can be dark too, self-loathing, mentions of physical abuse [not kids fighting each other, we were kids who fought our own siblings before, unless it was physical abuse on your perspective…nevermind…], mild swearing, might be boring depending on how I write this story, some important characters from in-game are OOC.
Come at me, @doodledrawsthings!!!
JK, Love your work, you’re the reason I made this fanfic!
The art’s done by me! ^^
Chapter 3: The High-Risk Floor
I remained patient in the elevator as it took me to the final floor, the doors opened to the perfect horror movie setting: a long corridor with doors, dimmed lights with a few of them flickering because of the stormy weather outside the hospital, add lightning and thunder into the setting; I didn’t notice my legs shaking but I woman-ed up and marched forward into the almost dark corridors. I scanned each passing door as I strolled, keeping a close eye on anything peculiar, just as I reached to the second last door, I found my no.1 favorite toy: My Music-Hat, a music box in the shape of a purple hat, with the yellow band having a small turnkey!
But when I finally got my hands on it, I heard a loud banging from the door in front of me, I froze in my tracks and watched the formally locked door to break at any moment, I take a few steps backwards with my toy close to my chest, the shaking came back and I was truly scared. Suddenly, a velociraptor screech boomed across the floor, followed by the door breaking open loudly that it could’ve flew off from the hinges, behind the door was a long haired lady, because of the dark, her hair color was not clear, but I definitely saw her cold red eyes glare at me when she turned her head, like she’s some kind of beast in a fairy tale.
I trapped my gasp before it could escape from my mouth and bolted to the opposite direction, in hopes of reaching the elevator before that…thing can catch me. She screamed louder and ran faster than any other lady her age, whatever her age was. Her screeches and my screams deafened my ears. I clutched my toy and bagpack tight, everything flashed around me and then I tripped on my knee when I was so close to the elevator, I hissed in pain and looked back at the lady. She was getting closer and my heart raced in panic, this is too much!!!
I have never screamed so loud in my life, nor cried so hard that I failed to notice what was going on in my surroundings, time slowed down as the lady got closer and I curled myself into a ball and cried like a baby.
A few minutes earlier
The sound of thunder woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes to see rain droplets hitting the window and a calm sigh was my only reply as I got up, stretched my back with a moan and rubbed my eyes awake. I brushed off my long brown hair away from my face, I could’ve got a haircut but…no. No need for that, I stood up and felt the chill in my room, or cell. I head to my small cupboard and picked up my favorite sweater- a deep plum colored wool- and wore it above my white cotton t-shirt. I yawned while fixing my sweater sleeves and made sure that the sweater didn’t show my skinny frame when suddenly, two loud shrieks were heard from outside my room. I jumped and my heart started to race uncontrollably, I didn’t have time to calm down. I recognized one of the shrieks, but the other sounded… younger and shrill. I reached for the door handle- I’ve never opened it myself, unless Dr. Timothy tells me to, yet I knew that something was wrong and I have to see what had happened.
I opened the door enough to peep through. I heard two set of footsteps rushing to the direction of the elevator, I looked to the other side and saw a small girl wearing a purple-yellow hoodie and carrying some kind of gadget and a bagpack, probably 8 or 9 years old, with tears streaming down her terror-filled eyes and I can see why she was running to the elevator. HER. I felt my heart stop when the little girl tripped and fell to the ground, making her scream more loud, God knows what she’ll do to that girl, I ignored my mind that was screaming to hide or my deafening heartbeats as I dashed and grabbed the girl. It was like as if the time froze when I turned to face those red soul-piercing eyes…again, I hoped that hag didn’t recognize me as I ran back to my room and shut the door, clutching the small girl tight. She definitely didn’t like what I did as she started to bang on my door. My heartbeats got louder and faster which made my breath short and fast. I hyperventilated and begged for her to leave me…and the girl alone. The chill became worse as fear overpowered me and made me shiver with the girl, who was curled up in my lap and clutching my waist tight.
The security and staff finally arrived and took her away to be pacified. As silence returned aside from the occasional thunder, I didn’t stop shaking but it lessened. I looked up at the door which thankfully didn’t fly off its hinges and then looked down at the girl…Poor thing was still shivering and weeping as she buried her face on my sweater. I was about to pat her back when I noticed her bagpack which looked like a big blue marshmallow if it wasn’t for her badges on it, one of which had the infinity symbol in rainbow colo- Oh… I stared down at the girl for a while, thinking of ways to calm her down when I noticed that she dropped her gadget on the thankfully carpeted floor. I picked it up and observed it, and twisted the turnkey more than thrice. What ensued was an odd yet peaceful moment…
The top-hat shaped gadget produced a music-box sound, the top part opened like a flower blooming in spring time and small dots of light reflected from the top created a kaleidoscope effect that covered my sweater and the wall in front of me with more than dozens of stars in a galaxy, changing colors from white, purple, blue, yellow, green and back to white. This isn’t an ordinary toy, isn’t it…? I didn’t notice that my heartbeats had calmed down as the girl’s head peeped up to look at the toy and the small stars. She uncurled and leaned on my sweater as she stared blankly at them, eyes red and puffy from the tears. I listened to the music and recognized the song…It was a lullaby from a movie I watched a long time ago before being in this cell. I sighed and sang with it, my voice being a bit rusty and off-key as I began to sing, but it went smoothly along with the notes. I gently rocked the girl with my body as I continue to sing and wiped off her tears instinctively. I watched her eyes slowly close as she drifted into a deep sleep and her calm breaths indicated that she’ll be alright. I kept singing just in case till the song finished and picked her up and put her on my bed, covering her with a weighted blanket from her bagpack and tucked her in, she smiles calmly, feeling safe and secured. I can only smile as I watched her sleep before I quietly walked to my desk drawer to retrieve some emergency anti-depressants. As much as the moment calmed me down, my heart still panicked after dealing with the b!@#$ that had ruined my life…
Hana’s P. O. V.
I opened my eyes slowly and got up, stretched my back and looked around the place. I was sleeping on a bed in a small room, my blanket and toy beside me and my bagpack below the bed. I looked up and saw a man sleeping on a rolling chair, a big book covers his face and muffled his snores. I didn’t know what had happened but I do know that I’m not supposed to be here. So as quietly as I can, I stuffed both my blanket and toy back into the bagpack and crept towards the door, my tiny hand almost reaching for the handle…
“No ‘thank you’? That’s kind of rude if you ask me, kid…”
I froze, how did he know I was about to leave…? I turned slowly, just to see one golden eye peeking out of the book, looking directly at me. I was flustered and scared, what’s with this guy…?? He sat up straight and crossed his arms, “Now, would you kindly explain to me why a little girl like you was waltzing around in a psych ward…? And in the ‘high-risk’ floor where the deranged are kept against their will for society’s sake?” He asked me like I should know the answer to the last question, and I just remained silent. He’s a stranger, and Grandpa taught me to never to talk to one…But I don’t remember what had happened before I arrived here. “Well?” He spoke again, patiently waiting for an answer, I looked at my shoes, “What happened…?”I shyly asked.
“I don’t know, you tell me? You came to this floor.” He replied sarcastically, I looked at him a bit annoyed. “I was looking for my toys…” I mumbled, but he heard it as he let out a short deep chuckle. “Your toys? What kind of kid carries twenty-eight toys in her marshmallow bag?” He replied smartly, as a cat-like smirk crept through his lips. I pouted and blushed with annoyance. “An Autistic one, that’s who!!” I yelled and his smirk disappeared…Too far, I guess…I looked away from him and stood there in silence, he did the same, scratching his head that has long brown hair that reached below his back…He kinda looks like a girl…He cleared his throat, “I found you running away from…Vanessa. You were experiencing sensory overload, so I used that Top-Hat toy you were carrying around…” he said in an awkward yet polite tone, still looking away. I tilted my head, “Who is Vanessa…?” I asked, was it that lady’s name?? He frowned more and scrunched his face, he seemed to not want to answer that question…Did she chase him down and make him scream too…? I thought of the scenario, it would’ve been funny if it didn’t happen to me, so…I reached to my bagpack to retrieve my top-hat toy. “…I am looking for the rest of my toys, they don’t seem important but to me they are, and many others tried to take them away…This toy…was made by my dad…before he and mom left me with Grandpa…”
Robin’s P. O. V.
When she mentioned her parents, I can tell that she blames herself or her disorder…either way, I know how she felt as I used to blame my disorder whenever she would get mad at me. I looked at the toy, it looked like no other child toy I can think of, so maybe her dad did make it himself and it showed how skillful he was…But it doesn’t explain how and why the kid was basically an orphan, aside from her Grandfather as her guardian… ”So…How many toys do you think are left…?” I see her blink after being lost in her thoughts, “Hm? Oh! I think twelve of them.” Her answer surprised me and my tone showed, “Oh? Did you search everywhere for them? That’s really impressive, kiddo!” I gave a calm smile at her and chuckled when she blushed but she smiled back a bit. I saw the confidence coming back to her and she tied her boots properly before she turned to the door.
Yet she paused…I don’t have to guess, “Want me to help?” She turned and had an embarrassed frown, she nodded her head. “But you don’t have to…um…” I realized that I forgot to tell my name, “I am Robin, I did help you escape from a lunatic.” I introduce myself and offer my help, she looked around for a while, humming to herself as she thinks, “Okay, but only for being by my side in this floor and till I reach to the ground level.” I looked at her and smiled, “You’re quite the contractor…aren’t you, kid? ~”, admittedly, she does have a good deal, yet I just fear for her coming back… “Alright, it’s a deal!” I clapped my hands once and got up, which startled the kid as she stepped back, she never saw a tall person before? I cracked my back and ruffled my hair more to hide my eyes, she was still looking at me in awe and she walked closer to me. I looked at her curiously, what’s in her head now?
“C-Can I…Um…?” She nervously asked, while hesitantly reaching a hand for my hair, I thought for a minute and nod, she carefully grabbed a tuft and used her thumb to stroke it, her sky-blue eyes gleamed in amazement, finding some unseen wonder in my mane. “Are you a boy?” she asked with uncertainty and such innocence, I did a double take and laughed heartily at her question. It has been a while since I laughed like that and this kid had just made my day. I controlled my laughter and wiped off an imaginary tear from my non-hidden eye, “Now is not the time to debate whether my long hair makes me look like a girl, kid! We have an objective to accomplish!!” I watched her face change from embarrassment to realization as she secures the bands of her bagpack. Then I realized that I agreed to leave my room…for a kid I barely knew…My heart started to beat faster again and I stared blankly at the door. I breathe quietly yet quickly as the thoughts of the unexpected events that are yet to happen raced in my mind, then a small hand held mine and I looked at the small girl, “Ready to go, Mr. Robin?” She asked with an innocent smile, oblivious about how I am feeling. I inhaled and exhaled heavily, gave a fake smile and held her hand. I reached for the door, fingers on the handle, ‘Try to not think of dying of a heart attack on the spot, alright?’ I thought to myself and opened the door. I looked around to see if the coast was clear, and stepped out of my room in my socks as I lead the girl to the corridors of the floor. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked, I don’t mind calling her “kid” or “kiddo”, but that would be rude to not call her by name, she smiled and said that her name is Hana…That’s a really nice name.
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End of the Dadtcher chapter of ‘A Pill In Time’. This is a testing chapter to see if I can continue on writing this fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed as much as I enjoyed typing it; if you have any thoughts or suggestions, please let me know as I would want to make this chapter friendly and well-researched with no misinformation. Terms and Conditions apply.
#A Hat In Time#ahit#ahit au#ahit snatcher#ahit hat kid#ahit fanfic#ahit fanart#i am trying to learn#and not spread misinformation#mental ward au#mental ward
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EVEN IF YOUR PAST WAS H E L L ˟
( IT TURNS INTO A CHERISHED MEMORY )
oddly enough, even after leaving sphere, his life continues to come around full circle, turning and twisting, taking him along with it and he realizes it resembles something more of a roller coaster. how cliche. but maybe the person who said life is a roller coaster was right, maybe he should be glad he’s still part of the ride at all instead of being tossed off or left at the end of it, wondering when he’ll feel that thrill again. maybe moments like these are the ones worth continuing to get up, to fight, to will the body to go on just five minutes more. he used to think life was more about making every moment the best it could be and he forgot that suffering is part of why life is worth treasuring. there is a thin line between heaven and hell on earth.
he’s heard it all before, that trainees, especially those in trc, are locked in the dungeons until debut. it took him years to fully grasp that the concept of that, of feeling as if he was locked up and trapped was because of him, because he let negatively dull his thoughts instead of letting positivity and creativity lift them up.
instead of it being the company’s fault, that suffocating feeling of competition, it was him. he was the one who got tired first and he let it take over him. like the stage they did in the finale for trc, he was poisoned, danced with the devil, let his wings that once flew with hope be dragged and torn apart by despair and a lack of faith. mindlessly, he did this and that without much ambition, without enough ambition.
what am i doing this for, what am i doing this for, he asked so many times and forgot he used to have the answer himself. the reason he didn’t sign with sphere the first time, the reason he felt triggered by the words face in the crowd, because he wasn’t ready. when was the first time he faced his feelings so adamantly? so strongly, so hardheadedly face-to-face?
it was mijoo. everything he hid, everything he kept to himself, his confession to mijoo was the most honest he’d been, ironic for somoeone who can’t keep his mouth shut most of the time. since then, he knows, he’s been too go-with-the-flow, too happy to go along with this or that instead of deciding for himself. even making the decision to move to seoul, it felt as if he hadn’t faced everything then either. his father didn’t speak to him and he left anyway. the night his father apologized to him, it was minho who ended up kneeling and apologizing. he shouldn’t haven. he should’ve have left without making things okay first.
today, when he stands in front of trc, he wonders if he’s made everything okay. he knows he hasn’t. since he was handed the card, he thought, haven’t i done enough? seeing what’s going on with convex lately, he thinks, aren’t i being selfish? thinking of how he’s been working on finding his sound and his voice, he thinks, should i keep going down this path? because jumping at every opportunity is no longer an option for someone like him who’s broken a contract, hurt his group, hurt their fans, someone like him who still went on a competition show and won among endless comments that he had too much experience, that it wasn’t fair for him to be there. is it fair this time around?
maybe it is, what if it’s only fair that he isn’t publicly signed, not publicly rewarded another chance after all he’d done? what if it’s only fair that he’s starting all over again?
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the past doesn’t feel so heavy today. he even chuckles at the thought of the hat he wore the first time and it makes him look down at his outfit today with a lift of his brows. he feels more like he’s here for some business meeting than to audition. but it felt fitting, get it? it suits the situation, he shakes his head this time around and he hopes his turn is soon so he doesn’t keep laughing at himself while waiting.
a nod to the person who approached him, he wears a suit too but his glasses are clear and it’s a far closer attempt to kingsmen in particular than men in black or some kind of secret agent. with a respectful request, he asks if he can have a chair for the audition. if not, he has one waiting outside in the car. this time, he came alone. no dabin or seik waiting, not a soul told about his audition except mijoo. because he can’t keep a secret from her but he doesn’t want to let any of his friends down too, including the, as the man had described him, t-rex friend of his that unknowingly helped him get this audition. he wonders if trc really knows or not. it is chanyeol after all, how many guys in seoul are willing to so happily, excitedly, and vigorously dress up like that and act?
going into the room gives him goosebumps knowing that tiger jk will be there. the first time he auditioned here, it was a panel of trainers, but now it’s the same man who told him he couldn’t be signed yet. such a vague word, but he’s hanging on it now. he’s tied that word in with the memories that come up in this song.
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HERE, THE WORD ‘PRESENT’ IS THE MOST MEANINGLESS
WHEN IT COMES TO CATCHING A CLOUD, THE ANSWER IS
SO PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE PAST YA
SO PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE PAST YA
THERE’S NOTHING TOO DIFFERENT ABOUT THESE BARS
CHOOSING WHETHER TO BE INSIDE OR OUTSIDE IS UP TO ME
IF MY DREAM WAS TO BREATHE IN THE OUTSIDE AIR
THE ONLY THING I CAN CHANGE IS THE SIZE OF MY PERSPECTIVE
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his glasses, the jacket he’s wearing, layers discarded as if he can brush off the past but they’re still there, still nearby, still a part of him and his face is wrought with the same confusion yet determination to change something, anything. because he gets it now, even if he doesn’t understand right from wrong in every situation, perspective can change your entire world.
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THE ONLY THING I CAN CHANGE IS MY PERSPECTIVE
CHOOSING WHETHER TO BE INSIDE OR OUTSIDE IS UP TO ME
I’M SAYING THIS PLACE IS THE OUTSIDE
THEY COMMAND ME TO CHANGE IT TO THE OUTSIDE
I’M SAYING THIS PLACE IS THE OUTSIDE
SOME DREAM OF ESCAPING, SOME CHOOSE TO OBEY
MAYBE THEY’RE ALL JUST TRYING THEIR BEST IN THE WORST SITUATION
IT’S EASY TO SAY THIS IS THE WORST
JUST ONE THING, THE HOMESICKNESS IS THE PROBLEM
JUST ONE THING, THE GREED* IS THE PROBLEM
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a lack of sense, ego, arrogance, these sorts of things are the problem. comparing situations to another, comparing yourself to another, it’s how days turn gray. he doesn’t want that anymore. he thought it again when he was on the show, he thinks of it now. confining clothes are nothing compared to confined thoughts, he just wants color in his life again.
what was once a dull, gray past, he’ll paint over with nostalgia.
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EVEN IF YOUR PAST WAS HELL, IT TURNS INTO A CHERISHED MEMORY
THERE WERE ASHEN AND GRAY DAYS, TURNING AND TURNING
BUT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS GOING CRAZY IS ME
LONGING FOR THE HAN RIVER COURT* THAT WAS MY EMERGENCY SHELTER
BY ALL MEANS, I’M JUST REMINISCING NOW
THE POUTING LIPS OF MY UPSET FRIENDS
NOW I THINK I CAN LAUGH IT OVER AND BE COOL
BUT NO MATTER WHAT, ONLY CONFUSION* REMAINS
TIRED DAYS AND INEVITABLE EXHAUSTION
NOW I FEEL LIKE I CAN STRETCH OUT MY LEGS AND SLEEP WELL
NOW THE ONLY THING I CAN DO IS REACH OUT AND PRESS RECORD, PLAY
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he’s standing from the chair now, his outfit disheveled from the way he pulls at it before he settles into what feels more like a genuine version of him. hand in his heads, he slowly, slowly kneels as he asks the last question.
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WHAT AM I DOING THIS FOR
WHAT EXACTLY AM I DOING THIS FOR
IF IT’S FOR HAPPINESS, IS IT OKAY TO DO EVIL
WHAT DID I DO THAT FOR
WHAT EXACTLY DID I DO THAT FOR?
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because the past is gray for more than one reason, decisions are gray for more than one reason. but it’s all nostalgia—
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WHEN SOMEONE ELSE’S HAPPINESS…
BECOMES MY HAPPINESS…
I FEEL SO EMPTY
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it’s all in the past.
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#RKZOMBIESCOUT // #RKZOMBIENIGHT // SKILLS
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marching season woohoo!!
Hi! I wanted to provide a post for any newbies in marching band for band camp/marching season so here it is.
1. HYDRATE
I know this is a given buuuuut this means the week before band camp you should try and drink plenty of water each day! I usually try to drink 64 ounces of water a day (2 Nalgene water bottles). Also, whenever you have lunch and/or dinner break, drink Gatorade or some sports drink to refuel your electrolytes! Don’t drink soda because that will actually dehydrate you.
2. GO OUTSIDE/EXERCISE BEFORE CAMP
You want to get used to the sun and heat before camp starts so try going outside more often in the summer. You could walk your dog, run, bike, scooter/skateboard, have a picnic, go to the park, draw on the sidewalk with chalk, etc. You don’t want the heat to be a surprise to you. If you know you’re gonna hold a heavy instrument please workout a little before to make it easier on yourself. Yes there will still be pain but it will be so much better to push through that pain if you’ve already built some muscle. Also maybe go for a run sometime and try to control your breathing while doing so.
3. SUNSCREEN
I don’t care if you never burn, put on sunscreen. Even if you never burn you still wanna block out the bad UV rays so please please please put on sunscreen cause sunburns at camp are the worst. If you do get a sunburn though, I found this awesome sunburn relief thing. It’s called Solar Recovery and you can buy it on Amazon for about $15 but trust me it is so worth it. It’s a purple bottle and it can make your sunburn go away in a day or at least definitely reduce the majority of it.
4. FOOD
okay so some upperclassmen are gonna be mad at me for saying this buuuuut please don’t drink milk before band camp. Don’t ask me why it happens cause idk but yes you will most likely throw up if you have milk/dairy before exercising. I don’t really eat a huge breakfast before I go but I at least have an energy/granola bar. For lunch I have some protein and some fruit but honestly if ur not about to go march again, eat whatever but not an overload of food lol.
5.UPPERCLASSMEN
oooooo so scary upperclassmen. Yes. They are scary, but they want the best for the band. There are nice upperclassmen so try to find them and be their friend cause odds are they love helping underclassmen. Do not try and argue with an upperclassmen please. Yes I know it can be frustrating but if it’s not an actual problem, just do what they say. If you do have an actual problem with someone, talk to a section leader or drum major. Also, respect the seniors and leaders of the band. You’re going through exactly what they went through when they were your age so you’ll gain respect as you get older you just have to be patient. My tips for freshmen, try not to talk that much unless you have questions, but learn from observing others! Just try and be kind and respectful to everyone :)
TRADITIONS
there are probably gonna be traditions at camp so please respect them. it means a lot to upperclassmen and alumni
6. HEAT AT CAMP
so yes the heat will be bad but you can’t change that. I’ve already given advice on how to prepare for that but it will still suck. First rule, try not to complain , it will only make the heat worse. Don’t ask for the time every 10 seconds cause then practice is only gonna drag on. If you feel like you’re gonna pass out or throw up PLEASE tell someone. If it’s too late to tell someone just run to go sit down somewhere so you don’t pass out on concrete. Also, please don’t throw up in the block cause then people are gonna have to march through it and hate you. Remember these are worst case scenarios so you’ll most likely be okay but just in case. Also some people bring towels/frog toggs to wear around their necks to keep them cool. Hats? yes. Bucket hats? yes. Sunglasses? yes. WATER JUGS? YES.
7. WATER JUGS
Make sure you know which one is yours is all imma say. Jk but seriously know that. Anyways, if you wanna make sure your ice doesn’t melt as fast, freeze some water in a small tupperware container to put in your jug. Just pop the ice into the jug in the morning and then fill the rest of it up with water and then ur good.
8. HAVE FUN
Even though it sucks to be outside in the awful heat, try to make it as fun as you can. You’re gonna be nervous and/or stressed from learning so many new things so try and relax a little. Talk to friendly upperclassmen and hear their stories from their first few years. Take pictures! Write in a journal maybe. Go out to lunch with friends! Go to the pool parties and section parties! Go to practice with a good attitude and it will go by so much faster. I’m gonna be that cheesy upperclassmen and say that high school goes by fast so enjoy the time you have. You’re gonna miss marching season when it’s over so make the best of it.
9. CLOTHES
tank tops, t shirts, athletic shorts, tennis shoes ( not converse/ vans ), deodorant, hats, etc.
10. GAMES/COMPETITIONS/PARADE
ahhhh here’s the real fun. you’ll probably have a list of everything but please constantly check you have everything. HAVE FUN THESE ARE LITERALLY SO MUCH FUN. especially games, cheer and get into the games even if you don’t understand football. some extra stuff you’ll wanna bring to make your life easier-
chargers
headphones
easy to slide on shoes
first aide stuff
extra snacks/water
pillow
cards
scissors
tape
hairspray/bobbipins/hair ties for long hair
11. SOME RANDOM TIPS
one last time always means the last time
your plume is probably on backwards
you can always trust upperclassmen
you don’t have to watch the drum majors cause you’re probably in time and don’t have to check :)
water breaks are long
ok but seriously stretch
you’ll feel great physically during camp
i might add on later cause i probably forgot some things but i hope this helped!! anyone can add on if they want :) also if anyone has any question feel free to ask but also everyone has a different way band is run so i may not know but it never hurts to ask
#marching band#marching season#band#high school#high school band#high school marching band#high school help#help#summer#band camp#summer band#summer break#drum major#section leader#band problems
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granite glow | jk
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↳ genre slice of life, videographer jungkook au, marriage au, angst, fluff
How far are you willing to go, for the ones you love?
How far is 'too far'?
Constraints.
"Come on, sweetie!" he hopes around, jogging in place, pestering you while you shut your eyes in an attempt to divert your focal point and find an inner peace that Jungkook chases away. "Shush, I'm trying to meditate," you darted, sitting cross-legged on the wooden bench since you both came. "Do you know that toxins are expelled faster through sweats than through excretion?" he began and you gave him death glares.
With that alone, his enthusiasm simmered and he proceeds to blink, admitting a premature defeat. Or feigning defeat, you cocked an eyebrow because you were not entirely sure. However, Jungkook stopped and mashed his lips together before plopping himself next to you, gripping the edge of the wooden bench with his fingers. "Did they also taught you how to annoy your wife by using scientific statements? These fitness friends are really something ha..." sarcasm laced in your tone and it didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook. Instead of getting even, he let out a small and short chuckle.
"You've been spending too many hours indoors, you're turning pale," he fixed your baby hair and tucked them behind your helix. "I'm just worried about you, your period is no longer in a normal cycle," he added a pause and concerns written all over his beautiful face, "...are you really alright?"
Flinching at the bright sky, your shoulder shrug and you pinched your eyes before looking to the side and into the distant, and "...It's really stressful at work. They had issues on overtime schedule and they're not letting me do it, because they don't want to pay more than the usual hours, and its just," you stopped, and inhale then exhale, shoulder drooping before you turned in your seat to face him, "I don't know how to help you pay the rent this month. How's your part-time job at the gym?"
Jungkook dropped his head and his smile faltered, "...the clients I had, didn't pay me for my time. And, they stopped clocking me. I have no bookings for almost two months, now," he laughed but you didn't join him, "I would have taken the job in Gangnam, but you won't let me..." he pokes your shoulder in efforts to joke around but you wouldn't even twitch a smile. "Because the clients in Gangnam had other intentions on you," you shot. Jungkook leaned back to the wooden chair, spread his arm along the backrest and scoffed, mockingly, "What other intentions." You grind your teeth but managed to control your tone even though you were boiling on the inside, "They're young wives of politicians who have no time for them. Most of them are mistresses. It's obvious what their intentions are," you muttered to your chest. "I was only thinking about the money," Jungkook hummed.
"I'll try to talk to my boss again," you lowered your ego so his, could remain unscathed. Not wanting to prolong the argument. Jungkook has no eyes on other people but you but still, taking the job in Gangnam would open too many risks. It's not that you don't trust him, but he is too naive at times that you fear that he might end up in someone's trunk just because he is presumed to do what he never did. What do small people like us have, against those big people? Making him turn the job in Gangnam away was to keep him safe from the darker side of capitalism and scandals. Jungkook ushers you to get up from the wooden bench and start warming up, and you feel your mood improves when you see him so energetic and smiling. Maybe he was right, toxins are expelled faster through sweats. This lethargic notion is because of lack of exercising.
"I think I'm going to let go of the part-time job at the gym..."
"Why?"
"I just got a letter to do my internship at KBS?"
"Seriously??"
He nodded with his whole body and stopped midway jogging. You jumped into his arms and he stumbled back catching you. "This is such great news!" Jungkook heard you say and surrendered to every kiss you gave him, people were avoiding you two being lovey-dovey in public.
Worn-out.
By the way that he walked in, you knew that he was extremely exhausted. It shows all over his sullen face. His cheeks are more hollow than you remembered, and he collapsed on the sofa behind you as you were typing on your laptop. You made it a habit to give him a tonne of affection even when he's not asking for it, but something in the way he looked at you makes you feel that he might need something more than that. So you lift your bottom from the floor while he made a space for you to join him on the sofa. Planting a kiss on his temple, you began to see the smile you missed so dearly.
"Did you have dinner?" You asked.
"I couldn't... I just wanted to be home," he answered, weakly and almost in a whisper. Eyes drooping, tiredly. So heavy-lidded, he could barely keep them open. He lays his head on the armrest, laying on his side, in a fetal position.
This can't do. He is far too tired to even chew, it seems. "I'll make you some hot chocolate just to get your energy going, you look way too weak for anything," you said and let his hand slide down your arms as you leave to the kitchen. Jungkook took off his hat and let his hair free from the confines. The television is turned off and he saw you working on something, probably an article that you needed to submit. His visions are blurry because he is getting sleepier by the second. But his stomach grumbles at the thought of the hot chocolate you were making for him.
Thank goodness you have boiled water ready for use always, since you like having warm water whenever you feel dry. Or when you're too lazy to cook or eat. You poured the hot water into chocolate powder readily in the mug as quick as you can, and try not to start any conversations because you don't think he would respond, even though he wants to. Stirring the hot chocolate and skipping to his side, you breathlessly say, "...no one should sleep on an empty stomach," feeling the warmth from the mug good enough for Jungkook to drink. It'll be lukewarm for him to take. He sat up on his bottom at once. Rubbing his temples, your thumb brushed his cheekbone then over his cheek softly while he drinks in slow, calculated sips. "Let's put you to sleep... Let me take the clothes from the dryer first," you planted another kiss but Jungkook turned his face so he could meet your lips and took you by surprise. Now you taste sweet hot chocolate on your lips. "...cheeky," you half-hearted-ly scold him.
"I need to change your outside cloth to sleep clothes, hands up," you told him, and he did so. Off goes his black hoodie, replaced with his old and overused white plains tees that you know he enjoys sleeping in. "...next the trousers." You said and he smiled, shrinking his eyes at you. He's in his boxers now and you passed him his shorts. He can take a long shower tomorrow when he has more energy. "...like a huge puppy," you thought. His clothes got plunged into the machine to wash and you swore you didn't take long but when you returned to the living room, he was laying there on his side, curled in a ball like a fetus again, sleeping. Snoring softly, even. Baby is so tired.
There's no way I can carry him in.
You hummed quietly and shrunk your eyes, thinking. You still had to work on that article, and you don't want to delay because you don't know when else you can write. The day after tomorrow will be busy with the trip with friends and you already decided not to bring your laptop. Standing on your tiptoes, your arms stretch as far as it could go to fetch that folded duvet on top of your cupboard. If Jungkook was awake, he would have helped you fetch that since he was the one who placed it there. But he came home looking like a poorly fed zombie and you didn't have the heart to him wake up for something so trivial although he'd be more than glad to help. "I can do this, I can..." you chanted to yourself alone in the bedroom. Fetching a step stool from the laundry room, you set them by the cupboard and successfully fetch the duvet you wanted. You unzip the bag that's keeping it from dust and repelling odors, and unfold it over Jungkook's sleeping body on the teal sofa. The duvet still has traces of floral fragrant from the laundry you sent them over, that Jungkook loves.
He moans pleasantly and gathered the duvet over himself. You tucked the duvets in, and made him look like he was sleeping in a cocoon. You plant an airy kiss on his hair and walked away.
You dimmed the light and took the empty mug from the coffee table, and wash them clean while you wait for the laundry. Successfully relocating yourself to the laundry room, where you could work with the lights on, you stayed extremely quiet. You leave the door slightly open, so you could watch him sleep although all you could see was his duvet. Midway typing, several hours later, you saw him conveniently turn his head to the opposite side of the sofa which you smiled at. "Guess he knew I was working here so he made himself seen...thoughtful bun," you whispered to your screen and resumed typing. Yawning, the washing machine demands your attention. It's time to put the wet clothes in the dryer. Your eyes are getting droopy but you did what you had to do. You always do. Passing the dimly lit living room, you went to the kitchen to get yourself a drink. While you were drinking, your eyes glance over the stack of letters that came today.
You promised yourself that once you have time, you will look through them. Perks of being an adult.
When's the last time it was easier? After marriage, your life had gone downright ordinary. But you married an extraordinary man who never whines about having to work more to get more.
Bank of South Korea
...bank debt balance: KRW 1,763,550.75.
Next settlement installment due: July 10th, 20**
Right. You sighed. We are over a week overdue this month.
"I had to lose my job and let you handle things, I'm sorry sweetie," you looked at the tip of his hair poking out the duvet as he softly groans in his sleep.
His camera equipment bags are by the door, covered in soil. He had just returned from filming a documentary in the wilderness for a minimum pay since he is a junior videographer now. He has talents, but in the real world, talents don't mean much. Many had failed to see the skills he hones on himself, on his own, because people who say pretty words to the boss gets better promotions and projects. Jungkook is very quiet, shy, and reserved. He doesn't know how to sweet talk or even lie to save his life. He is honest, through and through. It's a cruel world.
That was why you wanted him. You really wanted him. And he needed you. It took awhile for things to settle in, because you didn't want to rush into things. You wanted to be sure that you were a dynamic couple, that will talk through important matters, and that growing up together is not something that will break the both of you. Many view marriage as an escape from their own family, and you disagree. Marriage is the union of two very different families, that against all odds, will make it work-- somehow.
Talk is easy.
Downfall.
Life was easier until three months back, you lose your job. A foe back-stabbed you into making your boss believed that you were the reason behind an error that you didn't produce, let alone be there when it happens. You just got a letter of promotion with a good pay. Now everything is gone. It's like the sky has fallen.
It broke your heart, and your reputation. You got severely depressed, because you're not used to fighting for yourself and to be honest, you didn't want to make things worse so you didn't fight back because it was useless.
You managed to clear your name, but the incident scarred you that the next few interviews that you went to, you couldn't perform confidently like you did before. You felt like a failure and had to tell Jungkook that you have lost your job and that you've been lying to him for three months straight.
You remembered that day, like it was just hours ago. Sitting on the floor, next to the glass window, he hugged his knees listening to you, looking at you with his wondrous, ungrudging eyes as you fought words through choked tears, speaking and holding back as much as you could. Then he pulled you into a hug and told you the first lie throughout his life with you. He said, "...it will all be okay." You felt his nose bridge dipped into the crook of your nape, inhaling shaky breaths. You didn't see this, but a single drop of tear came rolling down his eye when he shut them close.
You thought he was going to be mad about not telling him earlier and let him think everything was alright, when it wasn't. But he embraced the news and took more overtime jobs, while you search for yours. His camera was costly to keep, and the lenses he needs to use for his job isn't cheap so certain furniture needs to leave. Several pieces of furniture.
"We can't keep the dining table, Jungkook," You remembered saying.
And he dropped his head, turning sideways to his collection of shoes. "Yes, we can." He said, determinedly.
Desperation.
Pressed for jobs, you took an online writing offer that pays the bills every time you write an article, and help Jungkook to keep his salary for himself. None of you told your family, thinking that it was a cry for help if you do.
Stubbornly in love? You did everything you could to never let your parents stepped into your house and see how you've been living. You don't want them to see Jungkook as incompetent. The trip with your friends? You're being paid for that. They'll pay your gas, and your time. No one knew what was going on at home, with Jungkook. You tried hard not to show how worried you are about not being able to keep the house you live in. Your sleep schedules are a mess, but Jungkook didn't have to know that. He has a lot to worry about. He has an offshore job later in September, and he is still deciding whether to take them or not--it pays well. But he won't be home for about three months. He hates the thought of you alone at home. The neighborhood isn't exactly very safe. Just two days ago, someone broke in and stole home appliances that are easily sell-able in the night market and sketchy web. If he takes the job, you'll be able to stay afloat until the end of the year. Hopefully by then you get a job.
Another thing to worry about was, there's a little human in you.
Unexpected.
Two weeks in. "You think he's going to have your dimples?" You asked him with a smile in bed one night, he plays with your fingers and he grins widely, "... you think it's a he? Won't he be a handful?" He switches to his side and rests his head on the heel of his palm, looking down at you. You nuzzled your face in his naked chest and brushed your lips on them. "...I've handled a handful boy," you looked up at him, blinking cutely.
That's what holding him back. By September, the unborn will be three months old. And there will be a trimester pregnancy medical check-up. If he takes the job, he won't be there. If he doesn't, they can't keep the house. Going to the wilderness earlier had exhausted him to this extent. Watching him sleep on the sofa there makes you feel helpless. Rubbing your still flat tummy, you whispered to it, "...everything will be okay, right? I don't want you to set foot to an inconsistent world. If mommy and daddy aren't ready, we'll have to..." let you go; you couldn't bring yourself to say it. Crawling next to the sofa, you watched Jungkook sleeping, fixing the bangs of his hair, studying the beautiful features of his face, thinking that if it's a girl, she would look as pretty as Jungkook is. With those sparkly eyes, those tall bridge of a nose, and strong eyebrows--she'll turn heads. Better yet, she'll have a father who would do literally everything and anything for her.
Jungkook made it a habit to cook breakfast since you have to stay up late at night to write. The neighborhood is only quiet at after 10 pm. There is an illegal nursery next door that cares for children whose parent's cannot afford a proper nursery. So the kids are always screaming. And its been awhile since he cooked for you. There are only eggs in the kitchen. He could only imagine what you've been eating while he was gone. "...She must have skipped breakfast and eat one meal a day," he groans to himself.
One day we will have more than we could possibly imagine. One day, we will be able to buy all the things you wanted. One day, you will never have to think twice before wanting to buy something. One day. I will give you everything you want and perhaps, even more.
Cracking the eggs into the pan, Jungkook scooped the semi-runny eggs into one plate. He sprinkled salt and pepper on them and set them on the coffee table next to you sleeping. He leaned over to give a chaste kiss on your hair, whispering, "Wakey-wakey sweetie, breakfast...I'm gonna get you a coffee," he passes you by, your arm sliding down his butt and the back of his knee, sleepily. Slowly sitting on your bottom, your hand snaked to the table to grab the remote control.
There's morning news.
Jungkook pours hot water into the same mug you used to make him hot chocolate the night before and scooped up grounded coffee beans into them. You used to be annoyed at how he pours the coffee on top of the boiling water, or pour his cereal on his milk, instead of the other way around--but now you just accept how things are because it tastes the same. There's no reason for you to get caught up on something so trivial. He then took three spoonfuls of sugars and swirled them into the black coffee, when his eyes suddenly shot straight to the kitchen wall and then to you. "Can you drink coffee? Pregnant and all?"
You nodded lazily. "Just one mug every other day should be fine," you yawned while flipping the channel. And then something grabbed your attention.
"...Tonight, rescue team are working around the clock, scrambling to find 13 boys that were alleged to be trapped in a cave that's now flooded with water. The length and complexity of the cave have made it impossible for rescuers to bring in oxygen tank..."
"...provided that the divers that have made it through, with a tank ran out of supplies due to limited spaces in the cave."
"One NAVY seal diver have perished on his way back to the entrance due to lack of oxygen..."
"We are searching for divers that are able to dive in and preferably smaller in size to put the yellow guide rope so the boys, if alive, can be rescued."
Conflict.
Glancing over to Jungkook, in wide eye stare, you gulped. Jungkook only had one thing to say,
"...no."
You leave the duvet and followed him to the laundry room as he took out the clothes you washed the night before, into the basket for him to fold. "...Please, if I made it out alive, I can prove to my co-workers that I am still fit to save people, and that I can still work in this field... I can have a job, we don't have to live like this anymore," you pleaded with your eyes but Jungkook ignored you, walking out with the basket filled up with clothes, up to the top. "Jungkook, please. They need me. You know I could. I've been trained as a diver, Jungkook. That's how we met, you know I could save them," you begged him.
"If!" he roared, and slowed his voice down, "...If you made it out alive." He avoided eye contact with you, entirely. You gazing up to him in full-blown eyes, begging.
Jungkook set the basket next to the sofa and sat on the floor to have the breakfast, and "...You're not living for yourself anymore. You're carrying someone else inside." The conversation died. Briefly.
He pokes the egg yolk and, "You're not going to the rescue mission, you're staying home. I'm taking the off-shore job and we'll have money by the time I get back. And that's that, end of discussion."
To be honest, Jungkook doesn't care about the difficult life he has been living with you. He doesn't say it out loud because you won't believe a thing he says. We are always stuck between loving and protecting our family. Jungkook was angry. You could feel it. Your intuition has never been wrong. It's true what he said. That you're not living for only you know. The baby is growing as time passes. That's why it needs to be done now.
After the bitter morning, Jungkook returned to the bedroom at noon to see you hugging your white coat on the floor, sniffing. His eyes faltered away from the view and he decided not to utter a word, even though you met his gaze. In silence, you fold you white coat neatly and place them back into the box you took home from work. He casts his eyes to the floor and mumbled, "Lunch," and Jungkook turned his back to you, walking to the very direction he came from and you folded the flaps to seal the box.
When did things get so complicated? It's like God placed a magnifying glass on your life and decide to give you hell, one after another, just to see you suffer. And if that was the objective, then He is doing a great job, because you're holding to whatever you have left. At the end of the day, you just wanted to be kind. Watching Jungkook dropping his gaze to his bowl, eating quietly, barely even a sound of breath heard--makes your heartache. He isn't speaking and neither are you. The folded table was far too tiny compared to the size of your living room. Throat dry from the conversations you wished to have, and as the words die in the roof your mouth, buried on your lips, Jungkook made little to no effort to start any discussions. He was clearly still bothered by what he saw earlier. Trust upon you begins to wane. But he rather not say it out loud because he's afraid that it may come true.
We used to be so carefree.
We used to spend time on the balcony, with the neighboring neon light, swaying our bodies to the music. We used to sway like fools in the kitchen with the refrigerator light, dancing to Frankie Valli's 'Can't Take My Eyes Off You' singing on top of our lungs until our neighbors come. We used to walk down the street, you would give me a piggyback ride. You would sleep while I choose books in the bookstores. You would fall asleep, waiting for me to be done at the hospital I was working in. I gave you money for the tools you need for filming school. We used to take jobs at the local car shop and throw each other wet foamy sponges. We just wanted to be together. Why was the world so against it?
Even when we are together now, there are so many hurdles we need to cross. I would bludgeon them all with a tank if they were literal walls. But they are invincible struggles. I've caused you pain for making you fall for me haven't I?
We used to be so carefree.
And then we became adults. And we became adults.
Selfish; (of a person, action, or motive) lacking consideration for other people; concerned chiefly with one's own personal profit or pleasure.
He will never understand. You took an oath. Jungkook's eyes blasted open when he heard the front door clicked close. Your side of the bed is empty, and he sprinted to the living room where the balcony is and looked through the window where he could see you carry a backpack, hailing a taxi that sped to you. You entered the taxi without looking back. The car door slammed shut behind you, and you breathed the location out. You felt Jungkook's eyes on you, but you stopped yourself from looking behind. Believing that it will be harder for you to leave if you saw his face. Caressing your tummy, you wet your dry lips and shot your eyes straight ahead in a firm determination that you will get into the flooded cave and save those boys.
Jungkook exhaled through his nose. He couldn't stop shaking. His hands were trembling as he pulled himself together, packing his cameras because he's going to the offshore job despite you changing plans. Life goes on. The world doesn't stop just because you decided to go against him. He dragged his heavy body to work, only to be scolded by his superior for a mistake that wasn't even his. Head pokes out of the cubicles as his boss shouted and yelled at him, but his ears had gotten numb. He wasn't afraid, or sad or even there, emotionally. He was numb, deathly numb. He didn't care about the curses his boss threw, or the eyes that are watching him. He kept his head down not because he admits his fault, but because he wasn't able to rectify what to feel. He was too confused to even comprehend what the boss said. "Are you even listening to what I am saying to you, punk?!"
Another senior co-worker begins to increase the volume to the television on the corner of the office that displayed the cross-section view of the cave the boys were trapped in. "...so far, attempts have been stopped for an intensive discussion. Although, equipment is ready for use has been supplied continuously, Lt. Colonel. Kim refused to let any of his man to enter without proper planning,"
"It's a very dangerous, unpredictable slope. The current cross-section map was outdated and not timely updated, therefore we don't know if the granite is strong enough to hold up a roof, if the boys do survive... we're really using all the expertise we are offered, and we try to avoid bulky and difficult approach because the locals say that the climb intake six hours in and six hours out."
Jungkook swallowed his spit, his head tilt backward as he tries to piece the words together in his head. "For the time being, lead diver, Mrs. Jeon is preparing her entree to place yellow line necessary for the rescue while carrying the oxygen tank," the camera focuses to his wife. And his breathing is calm but his heart was unable to. "Mrs. Jeon was selected for her past work in search and rescue of Manado Cave and has been trained as a diver for the medical team..." Jungkook couldn't blink and he walked away. The co-workers watched him leave. "That's his wife," They told the boss.
"He's married?"
Silver brown hair bouncing up and down, one foot over the other, skipping several levels, "Sorry excuse me, please excuse me... make way," sputtered all along the staircase up the rooftop and Taehyung avoided everyone, carrying his sling bag to dash through the fire escape door to see Jungkook hanging his head down, between his knee, his finger laced behind his neck and he stayed in that awkward position even when Taehyung called his name out. "Don't talk to me, my brain is about to explode," Jungkook darted. "You have a new assignment," Taehyung blurted out. Jungkook releases his fingers and sat straight but hangs his head down, before turning his head to the side where Taehyung was staggering. "...What does that crazy boss want now?"
"He wants you to be there, the cave," Taehyung's lips parted a little as he momentarily felt his heart skipped a beat when Jungkook looks away in spite. Jungkook hoisted himself from the bench and placed his hand on his hip while Taehyung gulps in fear and unspoken worry. "I know it's difficult, but won't you at least want to be there with her?" Taehyung spoke softly. Even as the wind blows, Jungkook heard Taehyung, loud and clear. Because deep in the corners of his heart, he really wants his wife to be safe. Taehyung was the only college-mate turned co-worker who came to the small wedding. Jungkook doesn't wear a ring because he couldn't afford it. That's why you got so mad when he tried to pry clients from Gangnam. Because without the ring, he is left unsupervised and left without reminders that he is married. But when you're married at heart, it really didn't matter to Jungkook. Rings are just the capitalists' way of making profits out of weddings. "I told her not to go," Jungkook shot to the air and Taehyung inched more next to Jungkook. Jungkook let go of the metal handrail, his brown hair flicking at every strike of wind, he fiddles with his fingers and hung his head low while Taehyung leaned his side to the rail to be present for his close friend.
Inhaling through his mouth, Jungkook's head shot up then to the side where Taehyung isn't, and felt a sting in his eyes when he said, "She's...she's pregnant." Jungkook dug his palm into the sockets of his eyes and Taehyung watched, helplessly. He turned away from Jungkook, and began to walk. He walked, back and forth. Taehyung opened his mouth and closed them, repeatedly as if to speak but changed his mind, time and time again. Jungkook was still distraught. Taehyung turned to Jungkook once again and asked, "She knew and she still went for it?!" He raised his voice, Jungkook held the rails, extended his arms and hung his head between them while bending his upper half, and then straightening up to regain composure but fails. "I was against it," Jungkook's voice broke and he pushed his tongue to cheek in an attempt to stay rational. "We gotta go then," Taehyung stormed.
"Go where, Taehyung?"
"Go to the cave, you fuckhead..."
"Why on earth would I do that."
"To make sure she comes out alive!"
"What if she doesn't."
"It hasn't happened yet, will you have some faith, please."
Jungkook couldn't even drive. He kept biting his nails, looking out the window. And Taehyung threw worried glances at the back of his head. He switches the radio on to keep the silence from consuming him but the radio announcer makes way for an hourly update on the rescue mission the whole nation was anxious about. "Diver Jeon..." Jungkook shut his eyes in a prayer as he listened, "has entered the cave for more than three hours now, and is now fixing the yellow line. No difficulties, no complications are reported at the moment, though Lt. Colonel Kim Namjoon expresses great caution as being the only one who has access to the walkie-talkie Jeon is carrying."
"She has been very responsive, though, with each time passing, she began to talk less and less to preserve oxygen and lack of area to speak since she'll have to dive through the narrow gaps, mostly without oxygen tanks. Certain areas in the cave are 100% filled with water, as reported by Jeon--making it increasingly difficult for the rescue."
"We are still unsure, if the boys are alive," Jungkook let out a shaky exhale. "This was a suicide mission."
The area surrounding the cave's entrance was chaos. And filled with many people. Journalists, the cameraman from all over the country, hawkers for an endless supply of food, ambulance, fire trucks, medical team. The medical team that recognized Jungkook but didn't say a word. "...broadcasting will be difficult," Jungkook looks around, "There's barely a spot left." Taehyung fixed his messy hair into a white baseball cap to look at least presentable and appropriate at the moment, for broadcast. "...How do I look?" He asked Jungkook through the camera. "...you're good looking, don't worry," Jungkook lifelessly say. "...I don't care about that, how does the view look for a broadcast?" Taehyung rephrased. Jungkook gave him an OK sign and proceed to look through the lenses.
"With monsoon season currently beginning, rain hasn't stopped since two days ago. Water levels continue to rise despite the effort of draining the water from the cave has been carried out. Making the attempt rather fruitless. In dire need of a solution due to ticking hours, Lt. Colonel Kim Namjoon sends in a petite but skillful diver who is a part of a medic team. Five hours into the pierce, diver Mrs. Jeon is sinking in and out of responses due to lack of air spaces, stay tuned as we continue to cover this intense mission... I'm Kim Taehyung, for KBS World."
Insensitive.
"I don't care how you're going to do it, but you better increase the rating by 4% or else none of us are getting bonus this year," Taehyung clenched his eyes shut as his ears were fed with stinging curses that sounded like daggers. Taehyung sat next to Jungkook on the plastic chair, both of their shoes covered with mud from the slope and Jungkook was served with black coffees by the hawkers, without payment. The medic team are starting to slow down a bit. But the rescuers are still waiting for a response from inside the cave.
Five hours since last response. Six, seven. Eight hours.
Unable to stay up, Taehyung had fallen sleep, crossing his arm and lowering his head, the beak of his cap almost touching his chest. Jungkook is there, knee shaking, downing his fifth cup of coffee, with sunken eyes and cheeks. His lips are growing paler by the second. Blood had drained from his face it seems. His hands are trembling from the caffeine and he kept rubbing his forehead, chewing his lips as he waited. Waiting is a painful process. And soon, from Namjoon's desk, crackling from the walkie-talkie was heard. "Lt. Colonel. Kim; granite speaking. Please respond," your voice vibrates through the speakers and Namjoon snatched them into his hand immediately, watched by Jungkook. He abruptly stood up, waking Taehyung in the process, without the means to. His knee grazed Taehyung and Taehyung came awake. He took Jungkook's video camera as Jungkook sprinted to the booth where Namjoon was. "...Namjoon speaking, how are you doing? over."
"All 13 boys are well and alive. They're very malnourished, but appear to be healthy enough to respond...over." Your voice sounded delighted but tired, Jungkook's heart brittle as he heard them. That when the crowd rejoiced, he couldn't join them.
"Glad to hear that. Can we guide the boys out? Over."
"Negative," the crackling made some of your words incomprehensible, "...the boys can't swim. Let alone dive. Please exercise solution. Over."
Namjoon bit his lips and his chin jutted out. "For now, granite..." your nickname for the operation, "...return to base camp. Over."
Confined in a tight, sunless place, the sound of trickling water down the cave could make anyone insane. The boys have been in here for 13 days. Without sunlight, without food. "You're going to come back right?" one of the boys weakly asked. "Yes," you said, without stalling, "...there are many people outside that are coming for you, your family is here too, they're waiting for you so you have to promise me that you'll be strong," you got down to their eye-level and assured them. They were unconvinced. They didn't say it out loud, but you knew. So you had to do something.
"Lt. Colonel. Kim Namjoon?"
"Return to base camp, granite."
"I don't think I can."
Jungkook's heart dropped when he heard that. "...What do you mean? Over." Namjoon asked. "...the boys are too scared." Jungkook heard your voice tremble. You must have cried. "The yello--line. Constructed... the path...paved," your voice was chopped off. "Send the medic team in, in accordance to the yellow line!" Namjoon yelled. "Stay in contact, granite. Over," Namjoon pressed the button shakily. "Granite, the medic team are sent in their way, right now, over."
Silence.
While in there, you observed the children one by one. "What's the best thing about football?" You hugged your legs and conversed with them. The most mentally unstable ones will have to go out first. The little one is shaking. He's the youngest. Only 8. He hasn't spoken since you came.
The rescue teams came quicker than you initially did, with the help of the yellow line. When the ruckus came through the darkness to reveal a scuba wearing medic team of four, you were so grateful. They were fed and subsequently given lessons on how to dive.
The youngest one was too afraid to move, and you had to coax him. You took out a bracelet from your diving suit and gave it to him. "My husband gave me this, for our wedding. It's for strength. And I think he's outside there, waiting for me..." you softly spoke to him while he stared at you through glassy eyes, "...can you help me give it to him?"
The boys are let out one by one, accompanied. But with each face passing, none of them were yours. Jungkook grew even wearier. "Last batch, incoming sir, over." The team spoke. Taehyung continues to film Jungkook's back and sending the live feedback to the headquarters. He sends the wording texts to the announcer on duty through email and narrates it. The first boy from the last batch was carried on a stretcher and he kept chanting gibberish. When he let out his arms fall, Jungkook saw a deathly familiar bracelet that looks like his. But white, with two black beads. His were black, with two white beads. The distance bracelet. Jungkook charges to the boy only to be stopped by the soldiers. "That's my wife's!" Jungkook cried, and the whole commotion didn't go unrecorded by Taehyung's keen eyes. "...Please!" Jungkook added, and Namjoon nodded once at the officer who held Jungkook captive. "Mr. Jeon," he called, extending his arm towards Jungkook "...I'm Leftenant Colonel of Search and Rescue Team, Kim Namjoon, pleased to meet you. Will you join me in the booth?"
"Your wife is the first and the last member of the team to leave the cave. And we haven't been able to get a hold of her." Taehyung poked Jungkook's forearm to remind him that its time to record. Jungkook didn't say much and went behind the camera. "Rolling..." he squeaked out.
"All 13 boys are well and is being transported to the nearest hospital. A bittersweet news as the news of the final member of the rescue team, Mrs. Jeon, nicknamed Granite, hasn't been responsive since the last four hours... the leader of Search & Rescue are still waiting."
Jungkook looked through the lenses at Taehyung as he reports the possible death of his wife. Tears streaming down steadily as he forced them open for him to work, though his heart is seconds away from leaping into the cave to save his wife. Five hours and counting, Jungkook was close to losing his mind. He saw Namjoon held to the crackling walkie-talkie tight, he was obviously concerned. Jungkook had your bracelet worn next to his own. "Mr. Jeon Jungkook? Would you care to have a message delivered through the walkie-talkie if she's listening?" Namjoon's assistant asked. And Jungkook couldn't utter a word to say yes or no. Taehyung had the camera rolling nonetheless, in secret. The rating raised up to 8% because KBS's staff had his wife in a suicide mission. Namjoon gave space to Jungkook to be alone with that walkie-talkie. "Honey?" He held his breath, his teeth clamped on his lower lip as he tries to hold back tears.
"Sweetie? It's me, Norway. I really hope you made it out... I'm sorry. Please just respond. Over." Jungkook slammed the walkie-talkie down and walked away. Taehyung took his eyes off the camera lenses and called for his friend, but Jungkook was too upset to even turn around. Because in his mind, yes in his mind, he had lost two people. You and the unborn baby. What's there to live for anymore?
The walkie-talkie crackles in front of Namjoon.
"...Norwa--Granite to Norway. I heard my husband. Over."
Jungkook sped to the main booth where Namjoon was.
"Your wife is asking for you."
Jungkook slowly extended his arm and took the walkie-talkie in disbelief. "...Norway to Granite. Over." He softly said.
"Hey sweetie!" You chirped, so energetic, "...I'm out of oxygen tanks but I'm gonna be okay. There's just one more dive and then I get to see you... I'm craving for a good chicken soup right now." Jungkook hung his head low and chuckled despite the tears spilling out of his eye brim. "Please hurry...I've waited for hours. I don't think I can do this any longer... let's get you out of there and get that chicken soup you wanted. Over."
"Okay..." you smiled at the walkie-talkie and held it close to your heart. You were collecting the yellow lines back into possession. One final dive and you're home to Jungkook's arms. You took a deep inhale and tugged the yellow line towards you so you can propel through the narrow gap, but you miscalculated the length of the yellow rope, making it extended way more than you planned. The excess of the length is stuck on a bulky stone underwater, accidentally looped and tangled one of your legs, and tightened around your ankle as you try to swim to the surface, but if you remembered correctly, this dive doesn't have a surface. It's completely submerged. Running out of breath and without the oxygen mask, you felt your lung constrict while you tried to untangle the rope in a hurry.
Let's not panic. Let's not panic.
Let's not panic.
Let's. Not.
Panic.
The rescue team that is waiting outside caught the yellow line tugging violently and they thought they saw your head out the first surface of land so they sprinted. "Sightings, sir! Sightings of Granite!" The pulled your half-lifeless body from the water and placed oxygen over your mouth and nose. "What took you so long, stupid?" Namjoon grumbled. You weakly pointed to the yellow rope that you helped collected and coiled neatly. Leave no equipment behind.
You pulled the mask away after awhile you regain your oxygen level, and whispered Jungkook's name. "we're getting you into the ambulance first, sweet pea," Namjoon shot. You were placed on the stretcher and into the back of an ambulance. You fell in and out of consciousness and with your weak condition, you felt a pair of hands and warm breathe fanning against your knuckles, with soft sniffs. Through your weak eyes, you smiled at him and Jungkook scooted closer to you, accompanied by two nurses sitting in the same ambulance on opposite side. Your mouth is still covered with the oxygen mask to aid your breathing. Jungkook fastened your 'distance bracelet' back into your wrist and planted a lengthy kiss on your forehead, his eyes were bloodshot from staying up for almost 73 hours. You weakly gave him a grip of your own, assuring him that you were fine. "This one's a fighter," the nurse patted your tummy.
"How did you know?" Jungkook asked.
"She glows."
Jungkook didn't have to take the offshore job and was promoted to senior videographer and you were offered a full natal check by the government and a job in a public hospital once you were fit enough to work and after you've finished your maternal leave. The house was finally bought instead of rented. The living room is once again filled with things it once had. Things were getting better.
With every hardship, comes ease. God wasn't punishing you, He was making you stronger. Because you asked to be stronger.
So how far are you willing to go, for your loved ones? For anyone who bore a soul?
Limitless.
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A USC-ről
Nem igazán tudom hol lehet elkezdeni mesélni egy ennyire más egyetemi rendszerről, úgyhogy belevágok a közepébe, aztán lesz valami.
Elsősorban a USC miatt jelöltem be anno Los Angelest az Erasmus listámon, annak ellenére, hogy nem sokat tudtam a suliról. Csak annyit, hogy sportban erős, süt a nap, és azok az úszós ismerőseim, akik itt tanultak, imádták.
A kiutazás előtti hetekben annyira féltem ás túlaggódtam az életet, hogy sem energiám, sem időm nem maradt várni a dolgot. Lehet, hogy nem is baj, így, hogy a legrosszabbra számítottam, minden picit jobb volt az elején.
Igyekeztem az otthoniakhoz hasonló tárgyakat felvenni erre a félévre, hogy mindent elfogadjanak a Corvinuson és ne csússzak. Bár ha most választhatnék, inkább arra szavaznék, hogy legyen egy lazább exchange félév a tantervben, amikor fel lehet venni olyan tárgyakat, amik különlegesek a partneregyetemen, és egy kicsit kiesnek a normál tanrendből.
Maximum 18 kreditet vehettem fel (jó, $1800/kredites áron lehetett volna több is), ez 4 db 4 kredites tárgy a félévre, plusz egy 2 kredites fun tárgy. Kevésnek hangzik a 4 tárgy egy félévre, de bőven elég ennyi tanulnivaló a tárgyanként heti 2 db 2 órás tanórával. Főleg, hogy itt tényleg dolgozni kell évközben is.
Picit paráztam, mert elég száraz, pénzügy/logisztika/jog fokúszú ez a félév, de szerencsére az 5 felvett tárgyamból hármat olyan tanárok tanítanak, akik tényleg megérnék a $70.000-os tandíjat (jk). Világéletemben taszította magától az agyam a pénzügyet és a számvitelt, pedig azért tudom mennyire hasznos lenne. Itt viszont olyan egyszerűséggel és életszerűséggel vezet végig a tanár bármilyen undorító pénzügyi elemzésen, hogy megértem miért fontos ez az egész és megjön a kedvem megérteni az okokat, a számokat, meg az egész folyamatot.
Ez a tanárom amúgy 10 évig volt executive director of finance a Sony Pictures-nél, egyszerre tanulok többet a vállalati pénzügyről és a szórakoztatóiparról az óráin, mint eddig bárhol. És az hagyján, hogy életemben először élvezek egy pénzügyi elemzést és nem csak automatikusan átugorja az agyam a számokat, de könnyebben figyelek, ha nem csak a számolást erőlteti, hanem éppen egy Spotify IPO-vita miatt akad meg az óra kicsit.
A legnagyobb erőssége amúgy a USC-nek szerintem az a rengeteg, ún. course of interest tárgy, amit fel lehet venni a kötelező órákon kívül. Van ismerősöm, aki péntekenként szörfözni jár a sulival, van, aki bűvésztrükköket tanul Magic órán, és olyan is, aki kezdő hiphopon rázza a seggét 2 kreditért. De nézhetsz premier előtti filmeket (pl. Black Panthert) Leonard Maltin Theatrical Film Symposium óráján, tanulhatsz kémkedni egy volt CIA ügynöktől Espionage & Intelligence-en, vagy akár mehetsz strandröpizni Santa Monica Beachre péntek délelőttönként.
Az én “magic”-em a Digital Media, AI & the Internet of Things. Beledobálták az érdeklődési köreimet egy kalapba, kihúztak hármat és csináltak egy órát belőle. A név alapján tűnhet óriási scamnek is, féltem is az első héten, de szerencsére hamar bebizonyosodott, hogy nem kell. Körülírni nem nagyon tudom a tárgyat, nagyjából azt nézzük meg, hogyan használnak brandek, cégek, politikusok, infuencerek olyan digitális média trendeket, mint dark vagy hyper-targeted social kampányok, AR és VR, chatbots, AI, machine learning, stb. Például így, így, vagy így.
És mivel a tanár reklámügynöksége folyamatosan olyan brandeknek készít különleges marketing kampányokat, mint a a Sony, a Disney, még egy Disney, a Warner Bros, Netflix, még egy Netflix, Soulcycle, vagy éppen a HTC, kicsit több az insider infó és vagányabbak az assignmentek. Több kedvem van dolgozni a beadandón, ha tudom, hogy a Tom Hardy-s Venom filmért felelős marketing csapat, vagy éppen az Intel Vaunt team főnöke is látni fogja.
Persze ezek kiragadott kurva menő dolgok, de a legunalmasabb órámon is azt érzem, hogy tudatosan és profin van összerakva minden, a tanár pedig diákcentrikus, nem szívatni, hanem tanítani akar, úgy, hogy nyáron már tudjad használni a tanultakat a gyakorlatodon. Mégha ez engem néha untat is. :)
De ami talán a legfurcsább volt az egész iskolában, az az, hogy mennyire kibaszott büszke mindenki arra, hogy ide jár. Nem szóban hangoztatják, de bárhol, bármikor szembejön velem valaki a campuson, van rajta legalább egy USC-s ruhadarab, legyen az nadrág, hoodie, póló, zokni, táska, vagy sapka. Vagy telefontok. Vagy gördeszka. Állítólag ez más egyetemeken nem ennyire megszokott dolog. Persze könnyű úgy, hogy külön-külön emeletnyi Nike és Under Armour merchandiseből válogathatsz, de mégis. Azt sem tudom, hogy a Corvinusnak van-e Corvinus lógós pulcsija.
És ezt nem csak a suli területén tapasztaltam. Életem első NFL meccsén nem értettem miért megy el mellettem a sokadik ember mosolyogva, Fight on! szlogent és jelet mutatva, aztán rájöttem, hogy USC-s pulcsiban vagyok. Nagyon összetartó az alumni, sokszor segítik egymást diploma után közvetve és közvetlenül is.
Erre rájön még a gyönyörű, parkosított, szökőkutas, 926 ezer négyzetméteres campus a gördeszkáző fiúkkal és yoga pants + pulcsi kombóban nyomuló lányokkal, a többezer dolláros költségvetésű frat partyk, és tényleg egy amerikai filmben érzem magam. És nem járok messze a valóságtól.
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I honestly don’t know where to start when you’re talking about such a different academic system, but I’ll start and maybe get somewhere.
The main reason I selected Los Angeles on my Erasmus list was USC, even though I knew nothing about the school, only that the sun shines like all time and friends who studied here absolutely loved it.
The weeks prior flying here I was everything but excited, I was scared and was overthinking everything. But everything seems a little nicer for the first time when you expect the worse.
I was trying to take classes that are substitutes for my home uni classes so they would get accepted. But honestly, I’d rather we have a semester where we have the option to study non-business courses, especially if the partner school has special ones (like USC).
Maximum ECTS credits stop at 18 for the semester (unless you’re willing to pay $1800 more/credit), this means four 4-credit courses for me. This might sound light, but with all the work from the first week of the semester (not what I’m used to haha), it’s enough.
I was a little bit afraid I’d have classes about the dry stuff (logistics, finance, law), but it turns out that out of the 5 professors I have 3 actually worth the $72.000 tuition (jk). I always was the furthest thing away from enjoying finance/accounting classes, even though I know it’s something that I should actually know. But here they financial valuation feel like real-life stuff that you actually are required to use by yourself a week later, not just pointless number crunching on paper that you’ll never fully understand.
This particular professor was executive director of Finance for 10 years at Sony Pictures. I learn way more stuff about finance AND the entertainment industry in one class than ever before.
The best thing about USC is all the ‘course of interest’ courses you can take besides your core classes. I know people who go surfing on Fridays, people who learn magic tricks in Magic class and I have friends who get 2 fucking credits for hip-hop classes! You can also watch motion pictures before premiering with Leonard Martin in Theatrical Film Symposium, learn about spying from an ex-CIA agent in Espionage & Intelligence or go play beach volleyball in Santa Monica. All for credits.
My “magic” is Digital Media, AI & the Internet of Things. They basically put all my interests into a hat, randomly selected 3 and made a class about it. I still don’t really know what the class is about (but it’s super fun), we work with cases where brands, firms, politicians or influencers use digital media trends like dark/hyper-targeted social campaigns, AR, VR, chatbots, AI or machine learning.
And since (of course) the professor’s advertising agency constantly works with brands like Sony, Disney, Warner Bros or Netflix we get a bit more insider info and a bit cooler assignments. I’d be lying if I said I don’t put a little extra effort into the assignment when I know that the Venom movie’s marketing team or the person responsible for Intel’s new smart glasses will see my work.
Now, of course, I’m starstruck since day 1 and some of these things are special and possible only because USC is in the entertainment industry capital of the World, but still, I get the feeling that classes, in general, are better built, student-centric and the eventual goal of the teacher is to actually teach you stuff. (This sounds obvious but it’s a refreshing experience when you’ve met with the opposite kind of teachers way too many times.)
Coming from a small uni where campus is 3 buildings and you try to spend as little time as possible there, the strangest thing was how strong the Trojan spirit is. And how proud people are that they go to USC. I see people walking around in USC merchandise literally ALL THE TIME. Even if it’s just a hat, a phone case, socks or a T-shirt. Of course, it’s easier when you have a whole floor of Nike and Under Armour to choose from. And this stretches over the campus, I had people throwing the victory sign and yelling Fight on! at me at an NFL game just because I was wearing my USC hoodie. Apparently, the alumni are very converging and look out for each other even years after graduating.
Add the absurdly beautiful and green campus with unbothered people skateboarding, yoga pants + hoodie sorority girls strolling around, plus the Greek life with thousands of dollars spent on parties and you’re right in the middle of a Hollywood movie.
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This is an absolute mess of just emotional garbage, and it switches from first to second person bc some of the scenarios?? I couldnt imagine myself in and reverted to default just imagine this is you guys okay lmao.
i was tagged by beautiful @bbyjoonbug sorry it took me so long bub
Would you rather:
build a snowman with Taehyung OR have a snowball fight with Hoseok
I wanna do both, we’re already out in the snow. I can start with the snowman with T** looking so adorable all rugged up in layers of coats and scarves and giving me a big boxy grin and getting distracted by his breath puffing out in clouds. Giving me his scarf when I put mine on the snow man and pulling it up around my chin, cute cute cute.
And then everything changed when Hoseok attacked.
It’ll be so much fun, with lots of yelling and cursing and he’ll probably accidentally destroy the snowman which is sad, the fight will only last like 5 mins before we’re over it and laying in the snow while I try and catch my breath and he’s laughing at me, then we’ll go get hot chocolate and sit under an old blanket by the fire all snuggled up together and warm and cosy. Anyway, super cute I wanna spend a white Christmas with BTS
get coffee with Yoongi OR get ice cream with Yoongi
Sitting at the back of a coffee shop in a secluded corner with yoongi?? Holding hands under the table or having his hand resting lightly on my thigh, feeding him the cream off the top of my iced coffee and wrinkling my nose at his americano. Quietly enjoying our drinks and each others company, content to just watch the other people in the coffee shop or flip through a magazine while he might do some work on his laptop.
go to the cinema with Jimin OR the amusement park with Jungkook
Movies with jimin would be so cute and I do love going to the cinemas but listen, I LOVE THEMEPARKS, and Jungkook. Being able to share the adrenaline rush of a terrifying rollercoaster with him, and then just grinning at each other, eyes shining and racing back into line to do it again. Complaining about the expensive food but not wanting to eat the sandwiches we had packed bc ‘a hotdog sounds so good right now’. Spending most of the day waiting in lines and talking and leaning against each other when we’re tired and making conversation with the people behind us. Super cute I’m so emo.
do a dance cover with Hoseok OR sing a duet with Jin
A bitch (me) can’t dance, damn. I’d probably nut being that close to hoseok listen I’m rlly in a hobi mood.
I can’t sing either but Jin???? That’s my whole entire husband?? A romantic duet with Jin, I would die??? Looking into my eyes and singing something emotional and heartfelt in his gorgeous voice and skimming his hands down my arms when he’s close enough??? Kill me. Sharing a mic with him??? The planning and writing process before we even sing?? Nights sitting on a couch together leaning over a coffee table covered in papers, bouncing ideas off each other and laughing hysterically at everything and anything bc we’re sleep deprived??? Having him nap on my lap and just play with his hair and enjoy the moment.
kiss Namjoon OR cuddle Yoongi
I can’t answer this fdhdtntrn its too hard I wanna die. Peppering Nams smiling face with little kisses, his eyelids his forehead his nose his chin his dimples his temples and jaw just tiny kisses everywhere, slow kisses in the morning tangled in the sheets?? Casual comfortable kisses over a table when we’re out to dinner, teary sweet goodbye kisses, heavy wet kisses straddling him in a chair in the studio, ‘baby baby baby’?
Anyway, that’s enough of that mess.
Cuddles with Yoongi??? Lazy days spent on the couch with a bunch of throw pillows and blankets and old comfortable trackies and stained sweaters, watching the fast-furious series or a sitcom, feeding each other chips and teasing each other when we get emotional over a certain scene. Crawling into bed with him after a tough day and snuggling up against his back and he murmurs in his sleep and leans back into me?? Super cute. Walking up and cuddling him for no reason and he just slings his arms around my waist and continues with his conversation and lets me just press my face into his chest and breath him in??? WOW SHE’S REALLY EMO TODAY.
babysit with Jimin OR dogsit with Taehyung
I’m so anxious around children I think somethings going wrong 24/7, also if the kid isn’t related to me…they annoying.
Dog sitting with T**?? Super cute. (I’m not saying T**hyungs name ever again, he making me unfaithful to my man...I wouldn’t pass up dog sitting duties with him though...) Going to a dog park and watching them play fetch while I sit on a bench, reading a book and wondering who the real puppy is? Playing scissors paper rock to see who must clean up after the dog, watching him be Damatique ™ pulling the most adorable faces. T** passing out on the couch with the dog on his stomach and taking heaps of photos and making it my new lock screen. Accidentally letting the dog off the lead and it bolts and the two of us screaming after it, spending hours looking around town panicking and coming home to it curled up on the ‘Welcome’ mat at the front door, tail thumping lazily.
film a commercial with Hoseok OR film a sketch with Taehyung
A silly sketch with T** would be so much fun and that’s all I’m saying abt it bc thinking abt rehearsing our lines sitting on the floor of the practice room and laughing over the stupidity of it and getting excited when we think of something new to add is too much.
hug Jimin OR hold hands with Jungkook
fjgnsthtrh, IM EMOTIONAL. Jk has such nice hands I’m really such a soft bitch for him and everything about him, walking together and feeling his knuckles brush against the back of my hand and looking up and he’s staring forward and chewing on the inside of his cheek, reaching out and entwining our fingers and looking back and he’s looking away and covering his mouth with his free hand and his ears are red? Loosely holding hands in the backseat of a car, both dozing off and leaning into one another? Jk laughing at something while out to dinner and reaching out across the table to grasp my hand and give it a squeeze and his eyes are shining and I’m back to being an emo bitch.
go to Paris with Jin OR to London with Yoongi
Yes yes yes yes. Cute tourist photos with Jin, watching him go ‘WAAH’ whenever he sees something new, pointing excitedly out across the balcony of the hotel room and yelling about the view. Sharing a crepe and wiping the mess of cream off his chin with your thumb and he leans down to lick Nutella off the corner of ur mouth. Walking hand and hand through the louvre while he makes silly jokes about you being the true work of art, and jumping away from you and reminding you that you’re ‘not allowed to touch the masterpieces’ and you roll yours eyes and smack his chest bc he’s such an idiot but sososo cute.
film a drama with Jin OR do a photo shoot with Namjoon
don’t get me started
attend an award show with Namjoon OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with Jungkook
I’m squealing. This is so cute esp if It was something ridiculously gaudy and appalling and embarrassing and one of us wants to die and the other is beaming.
spend a lazy day with Yoongi OR explore a city with Hoseok
I CAN’T DECIDE THESE ARE SO GOOD. Lazy day with Yoongi, lounging about watching tv, getting up and going to the kitchen and asking if he wants a drink while ur up and looking over and he's scratching his chest under his shirt all stretched out on the couch and watching you with sleepy eyes and the door to the balcony’s open and the breeze is ruffling the sheer curtain softly and it's all tranquil and serene and warm.
Or being dragged through streets with hobi, him holding a map with one hand and clutching at yours with the other. A lane filled with street food and you stop at each stall and feed each other samples. Struggling to read the map and talking to strangers on the street and getting lost but ending up in cute backstreet cafes and busy parks. Spotting a pretty building on the horizon and deciding that that absolutely must be your next destination. Impulsively jumping onto a passing tram and wondering where it’ll take you.
fall asleep next to Jimin OR wake up next to Jungkook
Don’t look at me I’m about to write some real gross shit. But waking up to him placing soft kisses across ur shoulders and brushing the hair off your face and laughing softly and apologising for waking you? Waking up to him crawling into bed heavily and collapsing into the sheets beside you before grumbling something about a tough practice and pulling an all-nighter and slinging an arm across your hips and immediately passing out. Waking up and feeling his breath fan against the back of ur neck and his knees digging into your thighs and his arm under your body isn’t the most comfortable but it’s perfect anyway. Taking a nap on the couch and waking up to him sitting on the armchair across from you, watching tv and looking so relaxed and at home.
have a fun picnic with Hoseok OR a fancy date with Jin
I can’t believe I’m openly cheating on my man like this but?? I’ll always choose a picnic over a fancy dinner I worked in fine dining for too long it’s lost the appeal.
Cute though laying on a blanket by the beach or in a park wearing big floppy hats and sunglasses and loose flowing clothes. Feeding him fruit from the palm of your hand and his lips and chin are shiny with the juice and his kisses are sweet. People watching and making small comments abt peoples fashion sense until it turns into full on judging and giving everyone a wild backstory and you both end up in hysterics. And he sings softly under his breath and you’re fine to lay in silence and cloud gaze, murmuring occasionally about some shape you see
have Jungkook serenade you OR have Taehyung sing you to sleep
I couldn’t handle being serenaded I would combust. But t**hyungs deep voice softly filling the room as he cards his fingers through my hair and his breath is fanning across the back of my neck and shoulders lightly and the lyrics don’t make any sense anymore he’s just singing about his day and how much he loves me and his hopes for the future and he pauses to press his lips to my shoulder and hums against my skin and I’d feel so warm and safe and loved is that too much for a girl to ask damn.
go camping with Jimin and Tae OR go to the beach with Namjoon and Yoongi
I live by the beach the beach is overrated.
Camping in the forest with the boys?? A dream, sharing a big bed and waking up tangled in limbs and t**hyung took his socks of in the middle of the night so me and jimin are dying but it’s too cold outside to evacuate. Roasting marshmallows and having a few drinks around the fire and playing truth or dare and telling ghost stories that aren’t even that scary but still has everyone jumping at the smallest of sounds. Exploring the forest and taking pictures of everything. Jimin and t** getting into a mock fight and ending up sliding down an embankment, ending up covered in mud and chasing me around trying to give me a mud hug. Jimin swimming in the lagoon and flipping his wet hair out of his face like a fucking supermodel and me and t** are shook. Me and t** struggling to start the fire but we watched a YouTube video abt it before we left and we’re like 100% sure we’ve got this, jimin running out of patience and throwing a few firelighters into the pit and pulling out a box of matches.
have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line
???? nams in a flannel pj set?? Everyone barefaced and sleepy, sharing one massive bed, sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Being able to see Yoongi curled up and adorable? Nams stretching out and taking all the room and being just straight up adorable? Circling back to being sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Snuggling with jin? Coddled by jin?
celebrate Halloween with Jungkook, Yoongi, Tae, and Hoseok OR Christmas with Namjoon, Jimin and Jin
once again I choose the one without jin but listen Halloween is just so much better also t**hyung and hoseok really got me feeling a way lately and Jungkook is everyone’s bias wrecker. Plus, we’re all adults and adults drink in Australia on Halloween and do stupid shit, so yeah. Going clubbing with the boys all dressed up, getting mortal, staying till close or till someone gets kicked out and then stumbling home? A dream. The boys drunkenly singing bst and t** trying to get into the DJ’s booth to rap cypher lmao, Jungkook and hoseok dancing like absolute hos, slut dropping and even twerking unironically what a mess what a great time. Yoongi just nodding and raising his drink that never seems to empty bc he’s just smashing them down and getting refills, looking like an absolute snack all in black. Getting the uber driver to take us through maccas on the way home and ordering four family boxes. Most of it ends up on the car floor and spilled in the driveway and we get a 1-star rating. All falling asleep with our costume sand makeup still on in the loungeroom.
GOD IM SORRY ITS SO LOOONG
okay anyway what a mess ill tag @sugaas @hxtape @forestcottage @killv @jho-seok @softseoks @fhawn @hobsbf @silkguk @okimtae @joonsamor @gothicsuga @girlsheart @hxxtape @hobih
#hcs#this is rlly a mess youd think bc it took me so long to do itd be better#but i just kind of threw up on a page#and then paniced#also guys if you dont wanna be tagged in things just let me know
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Tour Confidential: Who most stands to benefit from Tiger Woods’ Masters win? (Other than Tiger!)
Check in every Sunday night for the unfiltered opinions of our writers and editors as they break down the hottest topics in the sport, and join the conversation by tweeting us @golf_com. This week we discuss the aftermath of Tiger Woods’ Masters victory and the role of his caddie, Joe LaCava, plus Zurich Classic tweaks and more. 1. Now that we’ve had time to adjust after the craziness of Tiger Woods winning his 15th major title, let’s take one final look back at Masters week to cover some things we might have missed. TV ratings were off the charts, and Woods’ sponsors like TaylorMade and Bridgestone had plenty to smile about, too, but who most stands to benefit from Woods’ win? Michael Bamberger, senior writer: Sam and Charlie, because they’re in good shape for show-and tell, plus some other things. I’m not pretending to understand the family dynamics, but in some sense Tiger’s work since April/May 2017 (the win was a byproduct) had to be at least in part for them. Josh Sens, contributor (@JoshSens): Anyone watching the majors. The most historic hunt in golf is back on. Sean Zak, associate editor (@sean_zak): I’m with Bamberger. It was fun watching Charlie Woods watch his Superman a week ago. Dylan Dethier, associate editor (@Dylan_Dethier): Nike had a killer week of ad campaigns, starting with the Frank the Headcover mayhem at the start and finishing with that hair-raising commercial post-win. Make that five major champions in a row who have won wearing the swoosh on their shirt. 2. With a week to reflect on Woods’ victory, what’s one nugget that stands out to you that you initially missed (or didn’t fully appreciate) at the time? Bamberger: That the winner, with no experience at winning majors while coming from behind, could go bogey-bogey on 4 and 5 and never look for a minute like he was out of it. Sens: Tiger’s seemingly ordinary 9-iron to the 12th on Sunday, which, of course, was anything but. Zak: It happens every year, but I continue to be amazed by how Augusta National requires such a phenomenal FOUR rounds from the Masters champion. Bryson DeChambeau made it look simple on Thursday. Ha! Cantlay made the course look easy on Saturday, but down the stretch under pressure? Ha! It’s an incredible championship. Dethier: Tiger Woods’ very favorite club, per our Jonathan Wall, is his 8-iron. On Masters Sunday, he hit nine (9!) 8-irons. That’s wild. He seems to hit the 7 and the 9 quite well, too, but maybe that friendly 8 popped up at just the right times. 3. “We did it!” Woods screamed to his caddie, Joe LaCava, on the 18th green. How much credit should LaCava get for Woods’ win? Could Woods have won his fifth green jacket with a different looper? Bamberger: What Joe does goes beyond carrying the bag for those four rounds. When everything was dark, he stayed at Tiger’s side. Tiger takes many of his life cues from his father’s military career, and Joe was with Tiger like they were in battle together. There’s no way to quantify Joe’s role, of course, but Tiger needs people who are 100 percent committed to his ambitions. That sounds easier to fulfill than it is. Joe was always there. Sens: Tiger could win with a lot of guys on his bag. But Michael’s right about everything above. What also stands out is the “We.” The old Tiger was more of a “I/me” guy. Zak: Do I think Tiger could win some Masters with someone else? Yes. Does he win in 2019 with, say, Brandt Snedeker’s caddie? (I don’t even know who that is.) I’m gonna go with no. Dethier: I’ve cited this quote like, four times since his win, but I keep coming back to it, from last year: “If I could live another 100 years, I’d wait another 100 years,” LaCava said at the time. “I was never not going to work for Tiger as long as he was going to have me. I just wanted to work for him and no one else. And I think that helped a little bit, knowing that he had a friend that thought that much of him, as a person and with his game.” Being someone as famous as Tiger Woods means it would be hard to tell who was truly loyal, who was truly your friend. LaCava always made it clear: he was there for Woods. That counts for a lot. 4. What was the biggest non-Tiger development that came out of the week at Augusta National? Bamberger: Broadly, the mystery of golf. Specifically, how did the moment and the promise it represented becoming get bigger than Frankie Molinari’s big, beautiful brain? The tee shot on 12. The first three shots on 15. If someone who has all the best words can enlighten me, I would be most grateful. Yes, his golf was shaky-ish from the start. But he was getting it done. The Masters was his, until it wasn’t. Sens: We’ve poked some cheeky fun here at the chip on Brooks Koepka’s shoulder. Augusta was further evidence that it might be justified. In this space, and in many other places where predictions were made, Koepka was all but overlooked. Despite his three major wins, there was still the unspoken assumption, I think, that his brute power game lacked the subtly for a place like Augusta. Once again, doubter proved wrong. Zak: I’m with Bamberger again! Smart guy. It felt like Molinari of all people knew how to fend off the aura of Tiger. His results don’t serve as guaranteed evidence that he crumbled because of the guy in his group, but it sure makes you think. Dethier: The list of contenders who just seem to keep winding up atop major leaderboards, at least the last four: Tiger Woods. Francesco Molinari. Dustin Johnson. Brooks Koepka. And Xander Schauffele. That’s your big-game crew right now, with apologies to plenty others. 5. The Zurich Classic two-man team event begins on Thursday in New Orleans. It’s four-balls in Rounds 1 and 3 and foursomes in Rounds 2 and 4. What’s a change you would suggest to make it even better? Bamberger: I like it as is, but I’d expand it. Two more team events. I’d love to see a mixed-team event return, and an event where a Tour player picks a partner who must be 60 or over. Also, these events could be played anywhere. Myopia Hunt, Cypress Point, the West Palm Beach muni (when it is renovated and reopened), Bandon, on it goes, would all be good venues. Sens: Mixed teams, for sure. And yes, give us a glimpse of more courses we so rarely see. Chicago Golf Club. Pine Valley. Seminole. And on. Or go the opposite route and stick purely with the best munis coast to coast. Zak: Make it match play. Dethier: It should all be foursomes, aka alternate shot. (Did the USGA not address this naming horror?) The highs and lows of alternate shot make for better drama, period. 6. Tiger rocked his green jacket — complete with a casual pair of gym shorts, T-shirt and hat — at his restaurant in Jupiter, Fla., on Friday night. Congratulations, you just won your first Masters green jacket. Where and how are you making your first public appearance with it? Bamberger: Waffle House, 2951 Washington Road, Augusta, on the Sunday night, in my course clothes. Also, I’m picking up the tab for the whole house. Sens: Putterham Golf Course, the Boston-area muni where I learned to play. Though nowadays they call it Robert T. Lynch. Two dollar greens fees back in the day. Zak: Courtside at Madison Squ- … JK! I’m still very moved by this, so I’d be tempted to take it to Ikeja Golf Club in Nigeria. Those folks seem like they love some golf. Dethier: I’d take it over to the GOLF Mag Masters house, where we’d play late-night H-O-R-S-E for jacket rights. Some things should never change. Then it’s back to my Williamstown, Massachusetts, roots, like Sens, where we’d swing by Stamford Valley, Waubeeka and Taconic, my middle, high school and college stomping grounds. But I’d eventually work a trip to The Woods into the rounds.
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