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The Moon Is Beautiful Isn’t it? || Nakamoto Yuta

About : Yuta x Reader

Genre : Tiniest of angst, slow burn, fluff!

Words : 6.5K+ words (Can ya'll believe this story originally had 15K+ words? ya'll I'm wildin')

Note : 月が綺麗ですね or tsuki ga kirei desu ne translates to "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" But that phrase doesn't literally mean "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" in Japanese. It actually means "I love you". Swearings, mentions of blood, and drinking! Also, kouhai usually means someone who's younger (underclassmen), senpai is someone who's older (Upperclassmen)

Nakomoto Yuta is either dense or just plain dumb.

Maybe both.

Almost everyone knows what this Japanese phrase means. But somehow he doesn't? You're a bit disappointed but somewhat happy at the same time. You can now confess subtly without that airhead knowing what you actually said.

Your crush on this man started in high school.

You were searching for your classmate who accidentally took your notes instead of his when he panicked about being late for club activities. You overheard him saying something about soccer. Thinking that he might be in the soccer club, you headed to the soccer field immediately.

You made your presence known to the coach that stood near the bench and asked for permission to speak to one of the members. The coach nodded and asked for the name. When he called out your friend's name, he came jogging towards you with knitted eyebrows. You told him that he took the wrong notebook and he apologized before walking towards his gym bag, rummaging through it before taking out your notebook. He apologized once more and you forgave him.

Before you could even thank him and bid goodbye, you were suddenly hit by something hard in the face, right between your eyebrows and just above your nose. Being unprepared for the impact, you stumbled backward and fell to the grass. Lucky for you, the grass helped soften your fall. You couldn't open your eyes for a few moments, the pain was too great and you felt a harsh headache spreading from your forehead to the back of your head. You could hear footsteps coming towards you and your friend even yelled in shock, calling your name to see if you were conscious.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, are you okay?"

"Nakamoto! Language!"

"Shit, sorry coach- I mean- fuck!"

You sat up slowly, a hand holding your arm to help you. The boys that surrounded you back away a little to give you space. You hissed in pain and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You most definitely do NOT want to cry in front of them. The cause of those tears was mostly because you were startled by the sudden impact. The pain slowly subsided and you were able to open your eyes. But the second you opened them you were a bit surprised that a lot of boys were surrounding you.

They all wore worried faces but the most terrified looking was the one who was beside you. You've seen his face around school a lot but you couldn't remember his name.

"Are you okay? Can you see clearly?" He asked,

"Um... yeah... I'm fine." Just as you answered his question, you felt something trickling down your nose. The boy in front of you felt like his soul left his body as the other boys behind him let out gasps.

"Someone bring her to the infirmary!" One of them yelled. You looked at them confused before touching the top of your lip.

blood.

"Nakamoto-chan, bring her to the infirmary! Be responsible!" your friend nagged, the boy who you now know as Nakamoto groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He stood up, picking up your belongings, he held your notebook in his hand while he strapped your backpack to his shoulder, letting it loose a little.

Nakamoto turned to the coach and without exchanging other words, the coach nodded his head.

"Here, let me help you up," He offered you his hand. You looked up at him, one hand covering your nose as the other held onto his arm.

The walk to the infirmary was silent and you secretly thanked the architect who designed the school that the infirmary wasn't that far from any of the sports areas. But you cursed when the nurse wasn't in the infirmary.

"Shit," Nakamoto muttered, "Uh, I'll help you out, just, um..." He scanned the room, "You can sit on the bed right there, I'll get the medicines." he offered,

"It's okay, I'll do it myself," You waved your hands at him but he only shook his head.

"Nope. The least I could do is treat your wounds... that I caused."

Arguing with him seemed like a waste of time, so you nodded your head and sat down on the slightly taller bed and began pinching the bridge of your nose., he put your belongings beside you and began pacing around the infirmary. You watched as Nakamoto rummaged through the cabinets and took out a box of tissues, he then went to the lower cabinet and took out a towel. He then paced to the little fridge near the nurse's desk and opened up, letting out a cute "aha!" as he took out a little icepack.

He then proceeded to walk towards you, all items in hand.

"You seem to know this place well," You chuckled, watching him set down the items beside you.

"Our team gets injured often," He took a deep breath before looking up at you with a smile, "And by 'team' I mean me." You pulled out two pieces of tissue and placed them in front of your nostrils as you let out a small laugh.

"Breathe through your mouth, kay?"

"Yep,"

"Place this on your nose bridge" Nakamoto handed you the icepack covered by the towel. You took it from his hands and put it where he said.

"Thanks," You gave him a small smile and he nodded his head,

"No need to thank me, I was the one who did this to you," He shrugged, crossing his arms as he swayed back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"I'm Nakamoto Yuta, by the way," He nodded,

"I'm (L/n) (Y/n),"

"What year and class are you in?" Nakamoto asked,

"I'm a first year, and in class 5," You smiled politely,

"Ooh~ I'm a second year, class 4."

"Ah! Sorry if I was being informal with you, Nakamoto-senpai" You didn't know what you said, but Nakamoto suddenly stiffens, a small blush on his cheeks.

"Did I offend you?" You asked,

"Ah, no, no, it's just... um... it's nice being called... senpai"

You were baffled.

"No one has ever called you senpai before?"

"The only kouhais I get along with are from the soccer team. Even so, we're so close so they don't call me senpai... those rascals. But no, I do get called senpai but it's pretty rare."

You laughed as you remember what your friend had called Nakamoto. Nakamoto accompanied you in the infirmary, telling funny stories about his team, and without realizing it, you guys just clicked. Nakamoto was there with you until your nose had stopped bleeding. He bid goodbye to you first, saying that he needed to get back to practice.

"By the way," Nakamoto suddenly peeked inside the room just as you were about to head towards the door,

"you can call me Yuta! But don't forget to use senpai after it okay?" He beamed. You let out a chuckle and nodded your head.

"Nice! See ya later, (Y/n)-chan!"

You stood there frozen before a smile made its way to your lips. You went back home that day with a good mood, albeit the throbbing in your head.

Later, huh?

Indeed you and Yuta now saw each other a lot. Even though you were in different years, the two of you hung out every recess, walking to the canteen together. You would sometimes watch his practice before going home. It turns out, Yuta's stop at the station was the same as yours. So, being the good senpai that he is, he offered to walk you home every day.

The closeness between you two had sparked rumors that said you two were dating. You and Yuta would just laugh whenever someone brought it up to them.

"You're kidding? She's like a sister to me,"

"Um, I don't want to have a brother that gets injured at almost every practice. You're a nuisance."

"(Y/n)-chan. I. am. hurt."

Your group of friends would just roll their eyes and they even bet about you two being lovers by the end of Yuta's third year. The worst thing about this was that they didn't even hide it. they declared the bet in front of you two. But your mind does wonder at their words, you don't see Yuta that way, and Yuta doesn't see you that way either.

There's no way you're gonna fall for him. He's only a brother-like figure to you.

Right?

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(Ooh, a fancy header!)

You dropped your head on your desk, sighing loudly before continuing to hit your head again a few times, trying so hard to shake that one thought out of your head.

Fuck, I'm in love with him.

How did this happen? It was approximately 5 months ago that you said you only see him as a brother. But now, butterflies filled your stomach whenever you see him coming to your class and you felt as if you're on cloud nine whenever he called your name, even if it's one of those silly nicknames he gave you.

Seeing him with a blush on your face was inevitable now and you know deep down that this wasn't some passing crush. You were really in love with him.

What was it that made you fall for him?

Was it the way he would ruffle your hair whenever he was about to start a match?

Was it that one time where he protected you from a harasser on the train?

Was it when you two stopped underneath a tree to seek refuge from the pouring rain that one night after school?

You suddenly lifted your head as memory replayed in your head.

It was game season, Yuta and his team were getting ready for one of their one important match. But luck wasn't on their side that day. Yuta was one of the best players in his team and out of all times, he suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground in the middle of the game. The referee quickly blew their whistle, calling for a time out. Yuta was sat on the bench and you ran down towards him from the bleachers. The team was already accustomed to you coming to their practices and games, so when they saw you running down, they opened up a path for you.

The medical team was beside Yuta, but without them, people can tell that he was sick. His face was pale, his eyes looked tired and his body was shaking. With a heavy heart, the coach decided to switch Yuta with another member and send him home. Yuta knew he couldn't change the coach's mind no matter how much he begged. He bowed deeply to the coach and the team, apologizing for not being in his best condition. The team tried to cheer him up by joking about him getting sick, but still, they were worried about Yuta.

Being the only available person, you accompanied Yuta back home. You gave him a spare mask for him to wear and began walking to the station with him. Thank god that the match took place not too far from home. Throughout the train ride, Yuta sat in silence, he was looking down on his clutched hands. The train was surprisingly empty, it was only the two of you.

Yuta suddenly let out a scream, which caught you off guard and caused you to jump in your seat. You put a hand on his shoulders as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He then lifted his gaze towards you, an apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

"A bit, but it's fine."

"Sorry. I just needed to let it all out. I've been holding it in."

"It's okay."

Yuta ducked his head low again, fiddling with his fingers.

Watching him, you suddenly had the overwhelming urge to be by his side and to support him no matter what.

You want to tell him that it's not his fault,

You wanted to hug him and tell him that. It didn't matter if you'd catch his illness.

Your memory ended there and now you were back in your room. The only sound you could hear was the clock ticking on your bedroom wall, the needles telling you that it was 10 p.m. You sighed as you walked over to your bed. The bed let out a few creaks as you threw yourself on top of it. You curled your legs, hugging it to your chest as you lay down on your side.

Your mind wanders to Yuta again, remembering his smiles and his laugh. Your heart did a flip when you remember him with his wet hair when he had just finished taking a shower after practice. You let out a small squeal, letting your pillow suck up all your emotions. A second later, you cringed at how much of a simp you are for him.

You turned off the lights to your room, sighing for what it felt like the 50th time that day and decided to call it a night.

Tomorrow's going to be the first day of your second year in High School.

and the first day you'll see Yuta after realizing that you fell for him.

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A week has passed. Thankfully, you managed to suppress your feelings down whenever you're around him. You thought it was going to be difficult, but Yuta being Yuta, he made you feel comfortable whenever he's around. He just has this calming aura around him. With that, you were able to talk normally with him. Albeit the little blushes that crept on your cheeks whenever he would get close to you.

But you noticed something different about him this year. He was... closer to you.

The usual hair ruffling that happened before a game was now a daily occurrence whenever you guys saw each other, even if it was just passing by each other in the hallway. The gesture itself had already made you a flustered mess, but the lingering eyes from the other students at you made it worse.

Walks back home now was a little different. Usually, he'd be walking by your side, leaving a gap between you as you listened to his complaints about the exam he took. Now, the gap was nonexistent. Most of the time he would brush his side with yours, giving little nudges and bumps as he teased you about your embarrassing story or he would casually put an arm around your shoulder, complaining about how tired practice was and that you should carry him home.

Lunch breaks with him was also a mess. Whenever you two finished eating, he would lean his whole body weight on you. He didn't even flinch at your complaints.

"Senpai you're heavy!"

"These are pure muscles baby!"

As annoying as he is, you still laugh as you tried to push him off.

"Are you sure you two aren't dating?" One of your friends said. You and Yuta stopped laughing and stared at her.

"No. She's like a sister to me, right?" Yuta nudged your side. As painful as it is for your heart, you nodded, "Yep!"

Ouch. There goes your theory about him possibly liking you back.

They say time will heal but it only made the aching in your heart worse. Ever since he became captain of the soccer team, girls have been confessing to him a lot. It was weird to you though, does the title of "Captain" have a say in his sudden popularity amongst the girls? He's always has been good looking, so why did he SUDDENLY become popular?

Alright, you admit you were jealous. You wanted everyone to know that he's off-limits, but he's not even yours to begin with. You're only a friend to him, you have no authority to meddle with his love life. You could only meddle when he asked for your opinion. That's it.

Damn, you hate this feeling.

But you didn't hate the butterflies that would come whenever you're with him, or the feeling of your heart almost combusting whenever he laughed or smiled. No, you don't hate that. What you hate is the feeling of not knowing if he likes you back or not. You needed certainty.

So, you decided to drop little hints that you like him. But even with all that, he'll brush it off as you teasing or playfully flirting with him. You swear if he wasn't an upperclassman you might just head butt his head for being so dense. To make it any worse, he even got you to taste your own medicine.

You guys were going to hang out with your group of friends, it was the weekends so they had all day. Now your friends may or may not purposefully come late so that the two of you would get some alone time.

Yuta was already there, tapping with his foot on the beat to the song he listened in his earphones. When he saw you coming over waving at him, he took one of his earphones off and greeted you.

"You look nice. Tryna outshine the sun or what?"

"I- huh?!"

Yeah, now the two of you would throw flirts at each other. Which was not a part of your plan AT ALL. You laid down on your bed, trying to think of ways to make him notice.

You wanted him to know that you like him, so if he didn't like you back he'll keep his distance with you, making it easy for you to move on. But no, he just had to make you have hopes again. You stared at your window as the moon was there, shining its light through your dimly lit room.

An Idea came to mind. You heard this from somewhere about a Japanese phrase about confessing your love to someone. You searched it up on the internet to confirm and your eyes lit up.

The good thing about this phrase is that you can say it to him when you two walk back home. He can either realize it as a confession or you were just giving your honest opinion about the moon.

I should look at the moon when I say it, so I don't sound suspicious.

And so your plan...B? or was it C? The point is, your plan started.

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"Sorry! Did ya wait long?" Yuta came running to you, stopping beside you as he bent down and held his knees, catching his breath.

You began your walk back home, Yuta complaining about his feet hurting like usual. When he was done telling stories about practice, you look up to the moon, thinking that it was right there. You took a deep breath, stealing a glance at Yuta before looking back up again.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Yuta snapped his head at you, a little bit taken aback before following your gaze. He looked up and indeed saw the beautiful crescent moon.

"Hm, yeah it is."

At his answer, you let out a mental sigh. A part of you was relieved that he didn't realize what you meant pat a small part of you was disappointed. But you didn't give up there, you promised that from this moment on, you'll say it every time you walk home with him.

Most of the time, you were glad that the moon was there whenever you two walked together, and surprisingly, he didn't ask any question about your subtle confession at all. If anything, he always responds to it, either agreeing vocally or just with a nod.

There were days that the moon was covered by dark clouds or when it was raining. But you took this as a chance to tell him. It wasn't raining at all that night, but the sky was dark and there were no signs of the moon or the stars. You looked up to make sure, then you steal a glance at him. This time, you didn't look at the sky, you were looking at the path ahead of you.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Yuta stared at you confused. He looked up, eyes scanning the sky.

"But, there's no moon?" He raised an eyebrow. At this point, you conclude that he doesn't know the meaning of the phrase. You let out a chuckle as you shrugged. Yuta gave you a suspicious look before focusing back on the path.

You continued to say those words over and over. Even when the moon wasn't there. But Yuta was already accustomed to you saying those words, that he'll just agree with you. You once even said it when you hung out with him, the sky was still hues of orange, purple and red. The sun was still there, slowly sinking. Yuta looked ethereal at that moment, how the light would softly kiss his skin and highlighted his features nicely. You turned to him and said those words again. Yuta only spared a glance at you before letting out a chuckle.

"yep, whatever you say."

Though, you're sad that days like these were going to end soon.

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It's been 6 years since you last saw Yuta.

Your heart was crushed when he said about going to college abroad. But you couldn't do anything but to support him.

It's amazing that after all those years, you still have feelings for him. How could you not? He contacted you every day, telling you how it went in America and how he was shocked by the culture here. You were a bit confused. Isn't he in college? how is he able to look like he has all the time in the world? You were glad that he did keep in contact though.

But that was 5 years ago.

You didn't know why, but Yuta wouldn't contact you anymore, he wouldn't even read your texts. You were worried that something bad might happen to him or if just simply lost interest in you.

That last one will destroy you if it was true and now it's been a year and counting since your last contact with him. You weren't too worried since he would sometimes post about his life there on Instagram so at least you know that he's doing well.

You tried to brush off the negative thoughts as you focus on your work again.

Life's been great for you though. You had a job in Tokyo with a promising amount of salary, a nice apartment and you're close with your co-workers. They would accompany you to eat lunch together and would sometimes head out to eat and drink.

Today, you just finished your work. You bid goodbyes with the other co-workers before exiting the building. Just as you were about to take another step, your phone ringed. Reaching in your bag, your eyes widen at the name of the caller. You haven't seen that name pop up in such a long time. Your hands were a bit shaky, but you took a deep breath to calm yourself and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)-chan! It's been a long time! Sorry I haven't been contacting you. Are you on your way home?"

you blinked a few times, millions of questions appeared in your head.

"Y-yes, how-"

"Okay! Can you tell me where you are right now?"

"I'm still outside of my office, I just got out-"

"Okay, stay there! I'll be there in a few!"

"E-excuse me? What do you mean? senpai where are-"

beep.

You stared at your phone in disbelief as your heart began to race. Did you hear him correctly? what did he mean by "I'll be there in a few"? The last time you heard from him that he was still in America. He knew about where you work but he doesn't know what time you finish. There were so many questions you need to ask him. But right now, your eyes frantically scanned the crowd that passes you.

You heard your name being called from afar and you turned to your right, a bit startled as a man with a white dyed hair, white t-shirt, a denim jacket, and jeans, not to mention wearing a mask came running to you. You were about to ask who he was as he was panting, but remembering his familiar voice you stepped a bit closer to the man who was trying to catch his breath.

"Yuta-senpai?" You asked. The man lifted his head and fixed his posture, nodding his head. He took off his mask and smiled. The one smile that you missed so much.

"Yep! It's me!"

"H-how are you here? Weren't you in America?" Yuta's gaze softened at your question.

"I just came back 3 days ago."

"Why are you in Tokyo, though? Why didn't you tell me? Did you bleach your hair?"

"Wow, wow, slow down. I was thinking that we should go somewhere quiet, with no distractions at all, so we can catch up properly."

"Oh! I know a place."

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"Woah, it's surprising that no kids are here," Yuta said as he walked ahead of you, heading towards the two-person swing set near the slide.

"The kids in this neighborhood have strict parents, they're not allowed to go out around this time." You chuckled, walking towards the empty seat Yuta had patted.

After going to the convenience store to buy some snacks, you led Yuta towards a playground near your apartment. You'd always pass by this place. Maybe it was the childishness you had, but you were so eager to try and play in a swingset again. With work piling up and the heavy burden of being an adult, you don't have much free time. Even if you did, you would lay all day in bed, scrolling through social media. You've been wanting to go play in this playground for a while, but were a bit hesitant about what the other kids would think of you. You could play it at night, but being alone in a playground at night after work hours just doesn't sound so safe.

You sat down next to Yuta with a huff and opened a bottle of your drink. You took a sip and gulped down, you pursed your lips and turned to Yuta. He was still drinking his as he gave you a side glance. The soft city lights combined with the moonlight making your surroundings look like those in a fairy tale. Not to mention how the moonlight always makes his features glow even more.

"Please, explain everything." You frowned. Yuta gulped down his drink, letting out a satisfied hum at the delicious flavor as he took a deep breath.

He began explaining to you the things he did in America. He mentioned about the roommate you saw once in his IG story, Johnny. He told you funny, creepy, and embarrassing stories about his experience there. But he didn't tell you about this one embarrassing story.

It was just another day in his dorm. Johnny had just bought a manga online to help him with his Japanese. Yuta would sit beside him, teaching him how to read the words, how to pronounce it, and would even translate it. He was thankful that he and Johnny share the same interest in anime, it kind of makes him remember home. It helps him remember you.

Yuta is in love with you.

Always has been since high school.

He realized that he fell for you at the beginning of his third year in high school. He doesn't know why at first, why does he have the sudden urge to see you every day? to get so close to you? Then, he realized it at that one night. The two of you had just parted ways in the station. It was 5 steps after he parted away from you, he stopped.

He misses your presence already.

He turned around and saw you walking away, he fought the urge to run you as he shook his head, turning his focus back on the road. His hands in his pockets as his tongue pushing the inside of his cheeks as a sudden thought.

Fuck, I'm in love with her.

Like you, he didn't know if you shared the same feelings he had for you. When you flirted with him for the first time, he just thought it as a sign that you were now more comfortable with him. Oh, but how he regretted mentioning you about being his little sister and he's mind couldn't help but wander to when you ask him repeatedly about the moon.

Yuta did talk a lot about you to Johnny and the man could see it in his eyes that Yuta was whipped for you.

"Hey, back then, (Y/n) used to say to me these same words,"

Johnny, who was focusing on trying to read the Japanese words, looked up at his roommate.

"Every time I would walk her home, she'd say 'Tsuki ga kirei desu ne'. Do I need to translate the words for you?"

"No, I know what it means. 'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?' right?"

"Yeah. Usually, I'd agree because she said it whenever she saw the moon. But she occasionally started saying it even if you can't see the moon. She even said it to me once when it's still bright outside! I wonder what she means...?"

"...Dude... Are you serious?" Johnny raised an eyebrow,

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"You're Japanese! You should know what that saying means!"

"EH?!"

Yuta admits that he felt pathetic that Johnny, who just started learning Japanese recently, knew what that phrase means before he did. With Johnny's explanation, everything started to make sense.

"Argh! What do I do? I messed up big time!" Yuta ruffled his hair in frustration.

"Just confess to her, duh."

"What if she already likes someone else? what if she's already in a relationship with someone? What if she's already married?!" Johnny knocked Yuta's head with the comic book he held in his hand, hitting it a little hard.

"You literally talk to her on the phone yesterday!"

"Yeah, but what if-"

"Just talk to her goddammit!"

Yuta couldn't even look at your contact that night. His heart was mixed with all sorts of emotions. Happiness? Nervousness? Butterflies in his stomach? The feeling like he'll throw up at any moment? you name it. He's been trying to calm himself down and would even write on a piece of paper on how and what he'll say to you. Every time he wants to text you, call you, dm you, he'll chicken out and this continued for about a year.

He decided to come back to Japan, he asked your friends about you. Where you are now, where you work, what time you come back home, EVERY detail he could get. When he did come to Tokyo, he planned to find you immediately.

But he had a nervous breakdown for the past two days. He was still contemplating whether you actually like him or not. You didn't contact each other for a year. What if your feelings change and what if you think that he's a douche now?

He shook his head to get rid of the negative thoughts away. There was only one way to find out.

"Enough about me, how's your life?" Yuta asked, taking the last sip of his drink, his eyes glued to you.

"The usual. Not much changed since we last talked." You shrug, swaying the bottle back and forth with your fingers.

"Really? You're not... seeing anyone?" Yuta cleared his throat and you snapped your head at him

where is this conversation going? You thought.

"Nope,"

"Oh, that's good..." Yuta trailed off, you turned your head to him, raising an eyebrow.

"No! I mean- not good! W-well, I'm just relieved that- no wait- I mean, I-it's good if you're not in the mood, b-but, of course, it's bad if you're trying to find someone- w-well not that bad, but- ARGH! You know what I mean," The man beside you huffed like a child. You laughed at his loss of composure and looked down at your feet.

"What about you?" You asked, your heart beating loudly in your chest.

"Surely there are lots of pretty girls in America," you smirked, resting your cheek on one hand as you looked at him.

"Ah... There's a lot, but um, I have someone else I have in mind." He nervously drummed his fingers on his thigh. You lifted your head and pursed your lips, nodding.

How lucky must they be being Yuta's eye-candy, you thought as awkward silence surrounds you.

"By the way," You started, pushing away the aching in your heart as you tried to sway the swing. Noticing your intention, Yuta helps by pushing and pulling the pole on the sides of the swing set.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand that you're going to come back here?"

"Oh, well, um-"

"Were you too busy hanging out with that Johnny guy? Is he your new best friend or something?" You frowned pout and crossed your arms. You try to look like a child who didn't get sweets to lighten up the mood a little. Deciding to play along with your childishness, Yuta let out a teasing side glance.

"Maaaaaaybe?"

You snapped your head at him, face filled with shock and disgust.

"W-well, You're not the only one! I also have a new best friend,"

"Mhm, who?" he asked you amused.

"One of your old teammates works in the same department as me, we hang out a lot and-"

You were not ready for what was about to happen next.

You were cut off mid-sentence when Yuta suddenly embraced you in a hug. Your head on his shoulder and his hand on the back of your head.

"Senpai?!"

There was a silence before Yuta spoke once again, his heart beating as loud as yours.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but get a little jealous when you talk about other men," Yuta said in a low whisper.

If you could scream without hurting his ears or disturbing the neighbors, you would. Your face flushed red and your hands awkwardly placed on the space beside you and Yuta to try your best to not lean in on him too much.

"J-Jealous? Yuta-senpai what do you-"

"Hey," The man pulled away from the hug. His hand placed on your shoulder, eyes staring right into yours.

Your mouth was closed shut, breathing a bit unsteady as you try to answer.

"Y-yes?"

Now or never, Nakamoto Yuta, Now or never. He pumped himself up,

"The moon's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, his hands traveled down from your shoulder to your hands.

Your eyes went wide, lips apart as you try to find words. Your chest felt like it could explode at any moment because of your increasing heartbeat. You try to collect your thoughts to not jump into conclusions. So you gather the information around you.

The sky was clear, the stars were accompanying the moon as usual. You did see the moon, it was beautiful like Yuta had said. So he would probably mean it that way, right?

But when he said it... he wasn't looking at the moon. He was looking at you. His eyes filled with admiration and love. It was intense and yet gentle at the same time.

You let out a sigh as you surrender to your heart. Throwing away all those over-thinking thoughts. You grasped his hands and intertwined your fingers with his, your eyes watching as he lovingly squeezed your hand back.

"It is," You let out a chuckle, the blush visible on your cheeks but you didn't care.

You both laughed at how silly your love confessions to each other were. Yuta stopped his laughing and called out your name in a whisper, placing a hand on your cheek. You leaned into his warm touch, both of your gaze not leaving each others'. He slowly leaned in, his breath now tickling the top of your lips, both of your eyelids instinctively close.

"Mama, are they about to kiss?"

The sudden yell of a child made you both pulled away in a flash as you looked towards the entrance of the playground. The mother frantically waved her hands at her child, saying that it's impolite to stare. She bowed her head, apologizing to the two of you. She yelled out a teasing 'Carry on' before pulling her child's hand towards the other way. You and Yuta watched as they slowly disappear from your sight, you let out a sigh.

"That was embarra-"

Yuta harshly pulled your chin and placed a kiss to your lips. You didn't finish registering what had happened as he pulled away just a few inches away from your lips before placing a gentle peck to your lips. Now he was done.

"Ain't gonna let some kid ruin the moment," He covered his lips with the back of his hand, trying to cover his flustered face.

"COULD YA AT LEAST WARN ME NEXT TIME?!" You hit his arm hard, Yuta let out an 'Ack!' as he backed away from you, making the swing set shake a little.

"I couldn't hold back- wait, 'next time'?" Yuta smiled, his eyes sparkling. You realized what you just said and hit him again.

"That's not the point, senpai!"

"Ow! Okay! I'm sorry! I'll warn you next time," he said, catching your wrist when you were about to hit him again, laughing at your flustered face.

"And please, high school was YEARS ago. Call me Yuta would ya?"

You let out a huff, pulling your hand away from him.

"Fine,"

"Although, I'd prefer you calling me 'honey', 'baby',"

You were about to hit him again before he raised his hand in defense.

"Okay! Okay! 'Yuta' it is!" Yuta let out a sigh, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"Baby steps I guess," he smiled at you. You shake your head at his teasing demeanor, gently pinching his cheeks.

"Yeah, whatever."

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Please, stop laughing" Yuta deadpanned,

"AHAHAHA- I'm sorry! You- HAHAHA Your non Japanese friend had to- HAHAHAHA- e-explain what the saying means? AHAHAHA,"

"Hai~ I'm leaving you alone in this park now," Yuta stood up, walking towards the exit in fast steps.

"No wait! AHAHA- c-come back! Y-Yuta! AHAHA Wait up!" You ran towards him, trying to catch up.

His back was turned to you, his posture - with his hands folded and how stiff his back looked - clearly showing that he was upset by your teasing. But you fail to notice the giddy smile resting on his lips.

#NCT #NCT 127 #NCT Fluff #NCT 127 Fluff #Nakamoto Yuta #Yuta #NCT Yuta #Nakamoto Yuta Fluff #Yuta Fluff #NCT 127 Yuta #NCT Yuta fluff #NCT 127 Yuta Fluff #Yuta x reader #Nakamoto Yuta x reader #NCT x reader #NCT 127 x reader

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fu-yao · 3 years

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tagged by @leonzhng thanks for making me dig through my most embarrassing crushes 😭✋

i’ll tag @highwarlockkareena @yibobibo @lan-xichens @purplexedhuman @aheartfullofjolllly @lanzhansmiles @nyx4 i feel like i tag you guys in everything i am so sorry please ignore this if u don’t wanna do it !!

putting this under a read more for reasons

MEN 2010 – 2016

literally nothing more embarrassing than falling on the same type of white man over and over again (with the exception of minho from shinee bless his heart)

tommy joe ratliff → he was the bass player for adam lambert during his glamnation era (think of songs like for your entertainment and if i had you) idk why exactly i liked him so much but i just did.... however i searched him up again quite recently and found out he’s one of those republicans that says the dumbest shit on twitter so Big Yikes

harry styles → “baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, and when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell...” and BOOM 13-year-old me was sold for well over two years

louis tomlinson → basically i liked harry most until around 2013 when for some reason i started to like him a little less, and i got more focused on louis tomlinson, and although i didn’t like one direction anymore louis tomlinson always had a special place in my heart

ashton irwin → so ashton is 5sos’ drummer, i discovered 5sos through one direction & i stanned them until late 2014

harries twins → the harries twins (jack & finn) are basically the reason i started spending a lot of time on youtube, they were funny and pretty and they just had good videos in general, so for almost two years i’d watch their content regularly

choi minho → my first steps into kpop happened bc i was watching videos on youtube (most probably the harries twins) and suddenly i saw the sherlock mv in my recommended videos so i clicked on it and then 14-year-old me proceeded to fall for minho like an idiot

brooks twins → still youtubers, the brooks twins were 3/5 of the janoskians (jai & luke brooks, beau brooks, daniel sahyounie, & james yammouni), an australian youtube comedy group that was active from 2011-2018 though i was only around from 2012-2014 (when jai brooks was dating ariana grande)

jc caylen → surprise! another youtuber! jc caylen was part of o2l (our2ndlife) a youtube collaboration channel on which each of the 6 members posted videos on a certain day in the week (mondays with connor, tuesdays with ricky, wednesdays with sam, thursdays with jc, fridays with trevi (my 2nd favorite member bc she participated on the x factor), saturdays with ricardo, and then they had surprise sundays every week) and i remember how much joy jc & the others always brought me with their silly videos

misha collins → up next, you might know him as the gay angel that was sent to superhell after confessing his love to the homophobic hunter on supernatural, it’s misha collins! basically misha was a huge source of comfort for me, and i even went around calling myself emmisha for almost two full years (cringe)

henrik holm → he played even bech naesheim in skam and my crush on him reached that level of ridiculousness where i actually tried my hand at learning norwegian (i can only remember how to introduce myself and some curse words i would make a great first impression on him)

MEN 2016 – 2021

min yoongi → okay so my baby steps into kpop happened through shinee’s sherlock, but i only got really invested when yoongi dropped agust d 1 because Holy Fuck y’know??

kim namjoon → oh man i remember thinking namjoon was cute and a very good leader and then BAM he dressed like THAT at the 2016 mma’s and i fell in love. hard

park seojoon → i started liking park seojoon whilst i was watching hwarang (you guessed it, i watched it bc of taehyung), although he wasn’t my favorite character by far, but he was very silly off camera & i liked that (i’m not that into him anymore tho </3)

kim seokjin → OH BOY LET ME TELL U i liked seokjin from the very beginning (i got to know bts in late 2014) and i always liked seeing him perform and be himself and god once i realized i had a crush on him it just hit me like a mf truck, and he’s still one of my favorite people to this day

jung hoseok → god fake love era hoseok really hits different.... also yes i know i have all of bts’ hyung line on my list BUT bts was a really big part of my life for almost 6 years soooo honestly they deserve it i still think they’re great guys

choi san → when ateez made their debut in 2018 i immediately fell in love with san, he was such an amazing dancer and he captivated me right from the very beginning, to this day he’s still my bias in ateez uwu

xiao zhan → AND THEN, OCTOBER OF 2019 HAPPENS AND I WATCH CQL AND... i fall in love with xiao zhan, something i’d never expected would happen bc when i watched cql for the first time i wasn’t as invested in the story, but i really really really liked xiao zhan and one thing led to another and now here i am as a xfx

wang yibo → the thing is, i’ve known yibo since eoeo except i didn’t know cql yibo was uniq yibo (bc i’d forgotten his name) and when i looked it up i can tell you my jaw dropped to the floor bc holy shit????? also he is very silly and i love him loads ok

lee minho → ah, the man who has been my skz bias since 2018, not only is minho my bias i also kin him (there’s a lot of aspects of myself that i see in minho and vice versa) and he’s very comforting to me

bang chan → honestly, it was only a matter of time before i’d fall for bang chan, i knew the moment i got into skz again that i’d start biasing him and, well, here i am, double biasing chan & minho

WOMEN

this list is shorter bc i’ve in general always had less crushes on women than on men??? blame society forcing me into thinking i was straight for a LONG time

ariana grande → remember the 2011 layout of twitter?? where u could not only have an icon and a header, but also a background and ur twitter page was smack in the center of ur screen with the big ugly menu bar at the top??? yeah ariana grande was always my background for my l*rr* st*l*n*s*n layouts

perrie edwards → this was right around the time she was dating zayn & little mix was breaking out into the spotlight, yeah i just really loved her

andrea russett → okay so remember o2l?? andrea russett was kian’s girlfriend for a pretty long time and they always did videos together and i always thought she was super pretty

lily collins → maybe i don’t like clary in tmi all that much but i sure liked the way lily collins looked

alona tal → MY BISEXUAL AWAKENING, it’s only when i saw alona tal in spn that i realized, fuck i might be gay

park jihyo → i discovered twice (my 2nd jype group after day6) through the like ooh-ahh mv and red-haired jihyo really did something to my heart (i just rewatched it and god zombie bang chan is so mf cute)

kim jisoo → when bp made their square two comeback i was immediately smitten for red-haired jisoo in playing with fire, it’s also when i realized she was my bias out of the four members

shin ryujin → the reason that i have blue hair is partially bc of ryujin and her amazing intro in wannabe :D

xuan lu → her portrayal of jiang yanli was SO ON POINT and she’s just such a kindhearted wonderful person wow i want her hand in marriage

lee yoobin → god i’ve known dreamcatcher from back when they were still called minx and ever since i’ve always looked at dami that bit more than the rest, i was also able to see dreamcatcher live in october of 2019 and the whole experience was just so amazing !!

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

there’s a whole lot more than just these 10 but i wanted to fit the evolution into one (1) slide as best as i could lmao

peter pan → this movie came out in 2003 (?) and he’s honestly the first fictional character i remember ever having a crush on

legolas → i was really doubting between placing haldir or legolas here but i only really got a vague haldir obsession when i was like 14

zuko → LOOK. ZUKO IN ATLA? HOT. ZUKO IN LOK? HOT EVEN IF HE’S AN OLD MAN.

will turner → man was annoying sometimes but i really liked him and his relationship with elizabeth was cute

jo harvelle → gosh i can’t believe she’s the only female character in here???? yeah she was one of my two spn faves and i’ll never forgive the screenwriters for the way they killed her off

castiel → does your fave ever get sent to super hell for being gay? no? well. mine did

kili → fili and kili’s storyline tore my heart out, spit on it, and then laughed straight in my face, KILI WAS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE DWARF

howl → i only watched this movie for the first time in 2020 so i kinda fucked up the tl cause i watched cql in 2019 but shh, anyways howl with his blonde hair was good looking but howl with his black hair just hits differently. i want a howl

lan jingyi → MY BABY BOY, TINIE LITTLE BABIE WHOMST I MUST PROTECT ok no but seriously this kid. i love him a lot

mu qing → BARK BARK. that’s all (that’s not all i love him a whole lot and it hurts me to see so many people misunderstand his character and only see the bad parts of him when they can forgive others for fucking up (eg. xie lian himself & feng xin) but bc mu qing doesn’t deal well with emotions suddenly he’s the bad guy??? i s2g if ppl are gonna do to him what they did to jiang cheng in the tgcf la i will RIOT)

#thanks for the tag hanyi my hands hurt now </3 #tag game

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citytwinkmac · 3 years

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Tagged by @macsboys, Ty <33

1. why did you choose your url?

I wanted something fun and I am in love with Mac, I am also a city twink myself so it made sense

2. any side blogs?

This is a side blog for my main @time-and-space, I also have a vintage/ music side blog, star trek side blog and one for scooby doo

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

I made my main in 2015 but this blog was made late August last year. Before this account I had one in like 2014 but never used it

4. do you have a queue tag?

Nope, I don't really use the queue on this blog

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I'd started watching sunny earlier that year and as I got towards the end I became super hyperfixated on it and only my brother had seen it so ofc I'm not going to talk to him about the stuff I talk about on here, and voila almost a year later here I still am

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I made it when I first started using Photoshop and I found the idea of having a hell themed blog layout very fun so cute chemical toilet devil Mac was created, I'm actually thinking of remaking it with my new skills and sorting out a desktop theme at some point

7. why did you choose your header?

Pretty much exactly the same reason as above

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

My Dennis quotes I say daily video, I think second is "Mac and Dennis can't listen to Stacy's mom in the same room as eachother" which tbh I think is better

9. how many mutuals do you have?

No idea for this blog, I have like four or five that I recognise and interact with but I'm sure I have way more, I just don't pay attention to much stuff like that

10. how many followers do you have?

270 on here and 515 on my main

11. how many people do you follow?

1143

12. have you ever made a shit post?

That's 80% of this blog

13. how often do you use tumblr a day?

Ooh yeesh let's not think about the answer to that one

14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

Nope I tend to stay away from that kind of thing, I've had some minor conflicts but all amiable

15. how do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

Not a fan, luckily I'm in a place where I can not feel guilty focusing my attention on specific issues, none of it really appears on this blog though

16. do you like tag games?

Yeah they're cool I love talking about myself

17. do you like ask games?

Ditto

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

No idea, the sunny fandom is pretty small so I imagine us all as little baby blogs

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

Ofc on all of you <3 (/j I am a committed boy)

Tagging @charliekellyswife @macronalds and @r0nnietherat

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hobi-gang · 4 years

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silver sequins | jhs

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 – Jung Hoseok has been in a bit of a bad mood ever since his girlfriend broke up with him. He’s been in a bad mood for precisely four months.

Jimin and Taehyung hatch a plan to take his mind off of things.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 – angst, fluff, crack

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 – jhs x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 – 16.2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 – mentions of alcohol, more angst in this than anticipated oops

𝐚/𝐧 – wrote this for someone special uwu. enjoy!

Jung Hoseok has been an idol for a while now. As an idol, he knew that it was difficult getting into a relationship. There were several steps to getting and keeping a girlfriend as an idol. It involved meeting that person, loving that person, introducing that person to your friends and inevitably to your company, and signing legally binding contracts with that person.

The process was admittedly stressful but in the end, Hoseok was just happy to have someone that loved him. He loved that person too. He gave them everything he could. He tried so hard and poured a lot of love and energy into the relationship he had with them only to break-up with them after five months.

"It's just too hard, Hobi. There are so many rules."

"Hobi, I want the world to know about us."

"Am I just a dirty secret to you?"

He wanted all the things she did too, he really did. He wanted to show them off to the world and publically declare his love for them but he just wasn't able to. It was in the contracts they signed. They both went into it knowing that but it turned out to be more difficult than they thought it would be.

He missed going to her apartment after work and cuddling up to her while watching movies. He missed the sneaky glances. He missed falling asleep with her in his arms. He missed it all.

If they were still together, today would've been their nine-month anniversary. It had been four months of trying to get over his relationship with her but without her, everything felt so hard. His mood had been soured, it seemed, permanently. And it was evident to each and every one of his fellow group members.

"Again!" Hoseok yelled over the music.

Jimin exhaled noisily, flopping down onto the floor with a frown. "Hyung, please," the smaller boy whined, falling to his back on the floor, spreading out all his limbs, trying desperately to steady his breathing.

"Take five, hyung. We're tired," Taehyung groaned, rubbing his neck tiredly. Yoongi stalked over to the stereo and paused the music, catching Hoseok's glaring attention in the midst of it all.

"What are you doing?" Hoseok asked him with an annoyed look on his face, stalking over to the stereo where Yoongi stood.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at his younger friend, "That's enough. We were supposed to be finished an hour ago. We're tired and you need to pace yourself otherwise you're going to get sick, man. Look, we know you're going through a tough time, okay? It's affecting all of us but I refuse to enable this behavior any longer. We're going home. You're going home. You're gonna rest and then we'll reconvene tomorrow, okay?"

Hoseok looked over to Namjoon and Jin who gestured their agreements from the corner, leaning against the walls of the studio, drinking from their water bottles. He turned his attention Jungkook who was already helping Jimin and Taehyung with their cooldowns. Taehyung smiled up at him sheepishly as he stretched his legs which caused Hoseok to rolls his eyes.

"So what, this is pity? The only thing you should pity right now is our formation at the bridge–"

"Hoseok, stop it!" Yoongi shouted, his words echoing off the walls. The members looked on in astonishment, not expecting their lead rapper to raise his voice like that. "The formation is fine and you know it," his eyes bore into Hoseok's and the older member could see the anger and the pain in his eyes.

"Everyone, get up and go home," Yoongi said aloud to them all and he didn't need to look away from Hoseok's narrowed eyes to know that they were already gathering their belongings, ready to leave the practice studio that they'd been stuck in for hours.

"Hoseok," he told him softly, placing his hand on the younger boy's sweaty shoulder, "Go home. Rest."

If resting meant looking at photo albums of him and his ex then Hoseok would proudly tell his hyung that he rested very well indeed.

He swiped through each and every photo, reminiscing about all the good times they had together. As he went further into the album, he felt the longing in his chest grow immensely. He sighed, putting his glass of wine down on his bedside table. A ping resonated from his phone with a notification header sliding down over the screen.

Calendar: 9 Month Anniversary with Babygirl Moon. Would you like to share?

"Shit," he murmured to himself, swiping the notification away. Seeing her nickname on the screen made him crinkle his nose. He should've removed that reoccurring event from his calendar a long time ago but he just wasn't able to bring himself to do it. It'd been four months since they've been separated, he should have moved on at least by a little bit but he continued to cling onto the memories of her with that heavy ache in his chest, the longing... The hope.

With a few more swipes, he found his thumb hovering over the red button on his screen.

Delete 349 images from 'Babygirl Moon and Big Sun' album?

YES | NO

349 images including the picture he was using for his lock screen. It was from a date they'd had a while ago at a sushi bar in town. She'd begged him to take a photo and he'd refused simply because of the clauses in their contract. In fact, it was rare that they'd take pictures with both of their faces fully revealed. She compromised that night, taking his hand and lifting it into the bottom of the frame of her camera. She encouraged him to smile in a goofy voice, capturing his earnest reaction at the same time. She showed him the photo afterward and he liked the lighting and the composition of her hands in his, so he changed his lock screen.

His thumbing began to quiver over the red 'NO' on the screen and a dejected sigh escaped his lips, his thumb moving away from the 'NO', instead opting to press the power off button on his phone. Staring at the dark screen with a scrunched nose, he gently threw the mobile device across his bed and laid his head on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. He understood that his emotions were a little... All over the place since the break-up, and he knew that it was affecting the other members.

Even before he signed the contract with his now ex-girlfriend, the boys warned him that it might affect his activity within the group and that it could prove detrimental in the long run. They also voiced their dislike about her in private, not that Hoseok really minded.

He knew that his ex-girlfriend could be outspoken and that she might've been a little aggressive, impatient, and rude at times, but he loved her all the same. Granted, they fought. A lot. She'd inadvertently let some insensitive words slip out about his appearance or his attitude every week or so but they'd always make up after their fights. After she'd grovel and kiss his jaw, nuzzling into his neck with a sigh, he'd forgive her, not wanting to hold a grudge against her for a minute longer.

Yes, he found someone. Yes, he loved what he had with that someone. Yes, that someone happened to make things messy at times but it was the other things that he liked to focus on more. The candid photos she'd take of him whenever she had the chance, sneaking a risky kiss in public, having fun at the local playgrounds at night time. Hoseok fell asleep that night with an ache in his chest, the continuous throb now a familiarity, and he wondered if he would ever find love again.

"Okay, what about this one?" Hwasa asked you, thrusting a coat hanger with a red spaghetti strap dress into your hands.

Wheein cooed, leaning forward from the edge of the bed and brushing her hands over the soft fabric. "Ooh, that'll look so cute on you," she grinned at you.

"Hm, I don't know," you pursed your lips, lifting the dress higher and spinning it around. "I don't think red's my color."

Hwasa rolled her eyes, "So if red, blue, and yellow aren't your colors then what is?" she asked you, taking the coat hanger from your hands. You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck and sighing.

"Eonnie, you know I don't wear dresses. Can't I just wear something like some pants–"

Solar squealed, "Y/N, you gotta at least try it on! You have an amazing figure and you'd look incredible, trust me," she gave you a reassuring look, rubbing your arm comfortingly. With their encouragement, you sighed and retook the dress from Hwasa's hands.

"This is peer pressuring, you know that right?" you told her with a playful glare.

"Peer pressure your butt into that bathroom, Y/N," Solar said to you, pushing you towards the bathroom.

While your sister Hwasa was rummaging through her closet for another possible outfit for tonight's party, you emerged from the bathroom wearing the red spaghetti strap dress. "Woah," Moonbyul quipped, throwing her phone on to the bed, giving you her full attention. "Holy shit, that looks amazing," she told you, her jaw hanging low.

"I told you it'd look cute on you," Wheein added, putting her hands on your hips to spin you around.

"Do you think it'll work?" You asked them, stepping in front of the floor-length mirror, looking at yourself at different angles. "I mean, even if he just looks at me, that'd be enough," you laughed, putting your hands on your hips.

"Oh, he'll be looking at you alright. I think everyone will be," Moonbyul quipped.

You sighed longingly, "Well, what if he doesn't come?" You said aloud, playing with your hair.

"Well," Hwasa huffed with her head in the closet, "I texted Namjoon about the party so we should be expecting all of them to come."

Moonbyul hummed and picked her phone back up to take a picture of you.

"Oh, damn," Hwasa whistled upon seeing you in the red dress. There was a bunch of clothes pooled around her feet after she'd rummaged through her closet. "I mean, that dress looks amazing on you and all but I think I may have found something better," she winked, handing you another coat hanger.

You lifted the long-sleeved silver sequin dress into view. You were in awe, "I didn't even know you had this," you told your sister, turning the hanger around to examine the dress from all sides.

"If I remember correctly, I bought it last year but I haven't really found the time or place to wear it. Try it on, I think it'll look better on you anyway," she urged you, pushing you back into the bathroom.

After the door had closed behind you, Solar sighed. "I think we might have to get her some floaties for the party. She'll be drowning in drool before she even steps in the venue," she giggled, earning amused looks from her bandmates.

Yoongi was busy texting Hoseok, the two of them throwing lyric ideas back and forth between one another for the song they were writing together. It'd been almost a month since the incident in the practice studio. They both had a private conversation with each other the next day where Hoseok finally confessed to Yoongi that he was struggling to let go of the past.

It was clear to all of the members that Hoseok was dealing with some issues but the fact that he had actually admitted it out loud, Yoongi felt that he was taking a step in the right direction and he was proud of him for having the strength to do so. Hoseok had since apologized to the members for taking his anger out on them and for being so upset and while they accepted his apology, it was evident to them that things with him were not nearly as normal as they used to be.

"Ah, hyung!" Jimin shouted, running down the corridor. Both Jin and Yoongi looked up to see the younger boy hurtling towards them, jumping next to them on the couch excitedly.

"Joonie-hyung told me that Mamamoo is hosting a private party after the awards ceremony tonight, we should go!" Jimin grinned widely, grabbing Jin's bicep and tugging on it.

"Aish, calm down, I'm eating," Jin responded with a tight-lipped smile, slapping the younger member on the thigh in an attempt to stop him from hopping up and down on the spot.

Yoongi gave Jimin a disappointed look, "And stop yelling. Why on earth are you so energetic?" Yoongi asked him, raising a brow in suspicion at the younger member.

"Uhhh, because it's a Mamamoo party? Doesn't Hobi-hyung like Moonbyul? Maybe he'd be in a better mood if he sees her there," Jimin suggested, bumping Jin's elbow with his own, bobbing his brows up and down.

Jin gave the younger boy a quirked eyebrow, "They're just friends," he told him, shrugging the younger boy's hands off his arm.

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Well it's still a party, parties are notorious for their good vibes, hyung."

"Fine, whatever. But don't be surprised if he says he doesn't wanna go," Jin huffed, returning his attention back to his noodles.

Jimin patted his head and grinned, "I'll figure something out."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, leaving the room to find a more quiet space.

Taehyung and Jimin shared a knowing look with each other before bounding into Hoseok's apartment. Jimin's plan was to utilize Taehyung's signature puppy eyes to get his hyung to agree to go to the party with them which shouldn't be too hard seeing that Hoseok had a soft spot for Taehyung.

"Hyung! Where are you?" Taehyung shouted out as soon as he crossed the threshold.

"In here!" Hoseok yelled in response, his voice coming from his studio.

The young pair wandered through the apartment and found that the door to his studio was open. They both spotted their older friend leaning back in his chair, his attention focused on his computer screen.

"I thought we were meeting up at work, what's up?" Hoseok asked them, turning his chair to face them both.

Jimin pushed Taehyung forward, urging him to tell Hoseok the news instead of himself. Taehyung looked back at Jimin with a betrayed look in his eyes before turning back to his hyung, clearing his throat. "Um, so the Mamamoo girls are hosting a party tonight after the awards ceremony, we're all going..."

Hoseok looked at them expectantly, "Okay, and?" he questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh, well... Do you want to go with us? It could be fun," Taehyung asked him nervously, his hands fidgeting behind his back. "It's supposed to be idols only, so no managers and whatever. We could let loose, y'know?" Taehyung squeaked out, looking to Jimin for back-up.

"I don't know, guys..." Hoseok sighed, slumping down into his chair.

Jimin stepped forward, knowing that his plan to use Taehyung's puppy eyes was failing. He quickly threw an arm around Taehyung's shoulder, "Come on, hyung. How about we make a deal?" Jimin suggested, earning a considerate look from his elder.

"Go on..." Hoseok egged on.

Taehyung looked at Jimin with a smirk, "If we win an award tonight, you have to go with us to their party," Jimin said, smiling at the boy sitting in the chair.

Hoseok knew their win was guaranteed, a lot of their wins had been that way for the past few years. They'd worked hard for each and every one of them, their passion and their dedication to their craft garnering fruitful results almost every single time. Hoseok knew they were eager for him to join them at a fun event for the first time in a while so he caved in and said, "Fine. It's a deal."

Taehyung jumped and clapped his hands while hugging Jimin who was cheering loudly. Hoseok smiled at their reactions, chuckling at their outward displays of happiness. "Okay, okay, I'll see you guys at work later," he waved them off, turning his chair back to face his computer.

The pair of them walked out of his studio, bidding their farewells to him. "This is gonna be so much fun, man," Taehyung squealed once he was sure they were out of earshot, throwing a playful punch to Jimin's arm.

"This is gonna be so great," Jimin grinned, laughing with him and leaving Hoseok's apartment.

"This is not... Going great," Jimin sighed, nursing his glass of champagne. Jin chuckled and nudged Jimin's arm, "What'd I tell you?"

"You told me he wouldn't wanna come but he's here. He's just not being the social butterfly he usually is," Jimin rolled his eyes, turning away from his older friend.

Jin shrugged, "Eh. Same thing," he said to his younger friend with a victorious grin, gulping down his glass of champagne and placing it on the bar top before leaving to join Jungkook and Yoongi on the dancefloor.

The party was thriving and everyone was enjoying themselves in their respective groups, dancing under the flashing lights, and sharing drinks around their tables on all sides of the room. The music was good too, Jimin noted to himself, nodding his head to the beat. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Hoseok were sitting beside him at the bar, talking amongst each other, discussing their win for album of the year. Jimin looked away from them and spotted the hosts of the party, Mamamoo, on the dancefloor.

That's where Hoseok would usually be in events like this, dancing in the center of the room like his life depended on it. He usually thrived in this kind of environment, catching everyone's attention and their applause but all he could do right now was nurse the same bottle of beer at the bar.

There was a girl in a long-sleeved silver sequin cocktail dress and she was awkwardly bobbing on the spot at the center of the dancefloor, trying to sway her shoulders to the beat. Jimin hadn't seen her before. Everyone at the party was an idol and being in the industry for as long as he had, he was able to name every person in the room except for her. She stuck out like a sore thumb with her shiny dress and that expression that screamed 'this is not my type of scene, please don't judge me'.

"Who's that?" Jimin said aloud, hoping that at least one of his bandmates could give him an answer.

"Oh, her? That's Hyejin's younger sister," Namjoon said to him loud enough so that he could hear over the throbbing music.

"How do you know that? Also, you call Hwasa by her real name now?" Jimin snorted, turning to his hyung and finding the older boy's cheeks growing red, even in the darkness that swallowed their side of the room.

Namjoon stuttered, "What? Uh, I mean Hwasa posted a picture of her on her Instagram page, didn't you see it? You saw it, right?" Namjoon nudged Taehyung's arm.

"No," Taehyung laughed, "Don't drag me into your embarrassing conversation, hyung."

The older member groaned and told them to shut up, murmuring something about 'All I do is breathe and I get attacked', turning away from them and going back to his drink.

Jimin examined her from across the room, watching how Hwasa, Wheein, and Moonbyul were encasing the young girl in a circle and jumping around her, trying to include her in their dancing festivities. He saw her shy, sheepish smile under the flashing lights of the room and concluded that she looked rather cute. In fact, he saw the similarities between her and her older sister. Their tan skin, dark flowing shoulder-length hair, round faces, and gleaming smiles were practically the same. Though, somehow, she managed to be just a little bit shorter, which he found rather cute.

Taehyung found himself getting dragged away from the bar by the arm, clumsily trying to balance his glass in his hand to prevent it from being spilled, "Yah! What are you doing?" he questioned Jimin, straightening out his clothes.

"Dude, we gotta set Hobi-hyung up with Hwasa's sister!" Jimin leaned into Taehyung, nodding towards the young girl on the dance floor surrounded by the girls of Mamamoo.

Taehyung raised his brows upon seeing her for the first time, "Oh damn, she's... She's actually pretty cute, bro."

"The plan was to get Hobi-hyung here so he could have fun but he still looks pretty damn miserable, I mean look at him," Jimin huffed, turning his attention back to his older group member. Hoseok sat at the bar with Namjoon by his side and Jimin noticed that Hoseok wasn't really talking at that point, only nodding along to what Namjoon was saying.

"We have to set him up with that girl," Jimin urged. Taehyung was putting the pieces together in his mind and he nodded along to Jimin's plan.

"Okay, um," Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck. "How do we do this?"

"You've got the answer in the palm of your hand, bro," Jimin pointed at Taehyung's drink.

Taehyung slumped his shoulders, "Really, bro?"

Jimin grinned widely and nodded enthusiastically.

"Eonnie, can we go home soon?" you shouted to your sister over the music, somehow managing to step on your own feet, making you wince at your own clumsiness. "I love this dress and all but it is... incredibly uncomfortable," you continued to rant to her.

"You still haven't talked to J-Hope. That was your plan, wasn't it?" Hwasa bumped her eyebrows up and down at you suggestively, a smirk adorning her face.

Your cheeks grew hot and you found yourself hitting her gently on the arm. "Oh my god, stop!" you hissed at her, mortified that she was talking about it in such an open space. "I've been watching him all night but he doesn't look like he's in the mood and I don't wanna burden him... Also, I just really wanna go home and eat my ramen."

Hwasa smiled and rolled her eyes at you, taking your hands into hers. "Just ten more minutes, and then we can go back home and eat all the ramen and chocolates we want. Please?" she begged you, putting on her puppy eyes and jutting out her bottom lip. You groaned at her desperate display and caved in, "Okay, fine! Just ten more minutes."

She smiled widely, bringing you in for a hug. "It's a party, sis! Come on, we're celebrating!" Hwasa cheered, grabbing your hand and raising it to bring you into a spin. You laughed with joy, letting her spin you around.

In a blur, you felt someone bump into you and you quickly felt something wet spreading all over your front. With a gasp, you turned to see Kim Taehyung looking down at you with an apologetic look. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" he yelled, taking your hands into his. They were big and warm, completely encompassing yours with his sheer size.

You saw Yoongi and Jin coming from behind Taehyung, "Nice one, idiot," Jin snorted, punching Taehyung on the arm. "Shut up," he told his older friend, shrugging him off.

"It's fine, it's fine," you told him. "My sister–"

"Your sister's fine, come with me, let me clean you up," he told you apologetically, pleading to you with his eyes. "Please?"

You felt a hitch in your throat, his expression managing to take your breath away so easily. It was no wonder everyone described him as charming, it was all in his nature.

"O-okay," you said to him, allowing him to guide you away from the dancefloor. You looked back at your sister but she was engaged in a conversation with Solar and Jimin. Your sister was right there and... this was her party anyway so you should be fine.

"Again, I'm so sorry about that," Taehyung said to you once you'd both reached the bar. He was grabbing a bunch of napkins from the bar top and you saw him visibly contemplate whether or not to pat your front down. You took the napkins out of his hand with a sheepish smile, cleaning the front of your dress down on your own.

You laughed nervously, "It's okay, really, I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Stop apologizing, it was my fault for being a klutz," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with a rueful look on his face. He stilled, patting his back pocket, retrieving his phone. "Oh– I really have to take this, do you mind?" he asked you, gesturing to his phone.

"Yeah, of course!" you stuttered, waving him off.

"Hyung," Taehyung looked behind you, "Can you keep her some company? I'll be back in a minute," he gently nudged you backward. You felt the backs of your thighs bumping into someone's knees, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Hm, what?" you heard a familiar voice behind you say aloud.

"Thanks!" Taehyung grinned, turning on his heel and leaving you with his friend.

You gasped upon feeling a hand on your hip, turning around and choking upon seeing who Taehyung had pushed you into. "Careful there," he said to you, his hand dropping from your hip.

It was– "J-Hope," you murmured, eyes wide at the mere proximity to him. Three things popped into your mind upon seeing him up close for the first time.

1. Big. Broad. Man... Just, man

2. Hot... Like, holy shit, hot. Does his hair feel as soft as it looks? And why the hell does he smell so good?

3. J-Hope

"You're J-Hope," you said to him stupidly, pointing right at his face.

He looked at you with a quirked brow, "Um, yes?"

You cringed at yourself and stepped away from him, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, that was really dumb of me. I'm just... I'm gonna leave you alone now," you told him regretfully, internally punching yourself for being so embarrassing to the one guy that you wanted to impress tonight. You collected a pile of napkins from the bar top and bowed to him, attempting to go back to your sister on the dancefloor.

He looked at you from head to toe, your curled dark hair sweeping against your shoulders, silver sequin dress reflecting all the colorful lights from around the room almost blinding him. He noticed how you looked so out of your element, the nervous look on your face, and your fidgeting hands catching his attention. When you turned away from him, his heart jumped in his chest, his instincts telling him to reach out to you.

Looking back, you saw that his arm was extended towards you, his hand wrapped around your wrist. The contact alone was enough to make you sweat.

"Don't worry about it. Take a seat, Taehyung should be back soon," he gave you a kind smile, letting go of your wrist.

You let out a sigh of relief, but you were still reeling from your humiliating display from just moments ago. "A-are you sure? I can wait somewhere else if you want," you asked him unsurely, slowly stepping backward.

Under the flashing lights, you could see his chest rumbling with a chuckle, "Come with me," he told you, hopping out of his stool. He took your hand in his and began to weave you through the crowd, earning a cluster of looks along the way. You felt your body begin to grow hotter the longer he had your hand in his, taking you through the masses and to the balcony. He slid the door open and a cool, relieving breeze washed over your bare legs. He gestured for you to step out first. With a surprised look on your face, you stepped past his open arm and out onto the balcony.

You heard the door slide close behind you and you felt him take a stand beside you. Below you, the city was spread out in a beautiful exhibit of concrete jungles entwined with vines of brilliant lights. Looking up at him, you saw how it illuminated his features and the forlorn look on his face. You quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring and suffering from even more embarrassment.

He pulled out his phone and was avidly tapping away, "I hope you don't mind. It's just really noisy and hot in there. I'm texting Tae to let him know that you're out here with me." After a minute, he tucked his phone away into his pocket and leaned against the balcony.

One of your hands was grasping on to the edge of the balcony, the other still occupied with a handful of napkins, an awkward silence falling over the both of you. Finding the words to start a half-way decent conversation with him was proving to be harder than you thought it would be, the potential topics just whizzing past you in your mind.

This was not the kind of circumstance you thought you would meet your crush under. You pictured something more natural like casually bumping into him on the dancefloor or sitting next to him at the bar and ordering the same drink as him. Maybe then you would've been able to strike up a conversation like 'Oh, you like that drink too?' but now, you just couldn't find the words to speak to him.

First off, you were mortified for having acted like some lovesick fan right to his face, and second of all, you had basically been pushed upon him and that was not exactly the natural meeting that you had envisioned. If one thing was for sure, you've never felt like more of a burden than you do right now.

"So–"

You both spoke at the same time. You glanced up at him, catching the stunned look on his face and laughing anxiously.

"Are you... enjoying the party?" you asked him quietly, tilting your head up to observe him.

He hummed warmly, "Yeah, it's... It's nice," he told you, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"That's good," you nodded dumbly, scratching the back of your head. You decided to busy yourself by putting the napkins to use, patting the front of your dress and thighs down.

"So," Hoseok asked, "What'd my good friend do to you?"

His bubbly cheeks were pushed up into a kind smile, his brown eyes shining with the lights of the city below him. You noted the way the light breeze swept his dark ash-blond hair along his forehead, making you bite your cheek at how effortlessly handsome he looked in this environment.

"Oh he, uh, spilled his drink on me," you laughed lightheartedly, abandoning the napkins on a nearby table once you'd sufficiently dried yourself.

"That's a shame," Hoseok murmured. "It's a pretty dress. It's a pity he had to go and do that," he eyed the front of your dress where the threads that tied your sequin dress together were stained a light brown. It wasn't very noticeable and you were silently thanking yourself for not wearing something that would've made it more obvious. The idea of wearing a white dress to tonight's event made you shiver in horror.

Under the intensity of his gaze, you looked away, silently praying that your cheeks weren't beet red. "It's my sister's dress," you informed him, "she's busy hosting the party right now."

"Ah, so you're Hwasa's sister?" he asked you, evidently observing your face and piecing the genetic puzzle pieces together, "It's just, you guys look pretty similar."

"Yeah, she's my sister," you hummed, bracing your arms against the balcony.

You cleared your throat, "Uh, congratulations on your win for album of the year, by the way! You must be pretty happy," you told him, sparing him a thumbs up and a shy grin. Really? A thumbs up?

He quietly chuckled, "Thanks. Congratulations to your sister as well. Best female group, that's big."

"Yeah, I'm so proud of them," you silently squealed, your feet lightly hopping on the ground. "They worked so hard," you boasted, "Not to say that the other groups didn't work hard as well, I mean–"

"No, no, I get you," Hoseok interrupted you, giving you a look like he understood what you meant. "I didn't catch your name by the way," he told you, looking at you expectantly.

"Oh," you laughed. "My name's Y/N," you extended a hand to him which he completely encompassed with his own, giving your hand a gentle shake.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N, I'm Hoseok. But I've got a feeling you already knew that," he said to you with a cheeky smile on his face.

You inwardly groaned and crossed your arms over your chest, "I was hoping you'd forget about that," you giggled nervously.

"How could I possibly forget the girl in the silver dress? You must've been so embarrassed," he told you, his tone dripping with sarcasm, his eyes glittering with mischief.

You whined, "Oh my god, please stop," you pleaded, slapping his arm playfully. His chest rumbled with laughter and you leaned down to rest your head against your arms on the balcony.

"I'm just kidding," he grinned widely, nudging his knee against your thigh and softly patting your back with his hand.

With the warmth of his hand on your body, you stilled. Lifting your head to look up at him from your braced position, you saw the way he was looking at you. His half-lidded eyes and the intense look that held them made your breath hitch in your throat. He opened his mouth but then closed it, removing his hand from your back.

He cleared his throat and turned to lean his back against the balcony, turning his attention to the party, observing the thrums of people through the glass door. "Your sister really knows how to throw a party," he said aloud, crossing his arms over his chest. "I hope you were having a good time in there before Tae spilled his drink on you," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You straightened yourself up, following his position and leaning your back against the balcony. "A little bit," you told him. "I was actually planning on leaving anyway, I have some delicious packets of ramen and chocolate waiting at home for me. I'd hate to leave them waiting," you joked, rubbing your sequin-covered arms for warmth.

He looked at you and saw the way you shivered from the breeze. He shrugged off his black embroidered blazer, leaving himself in his tight fitted white button-up shirt. He placed his hand on the small of your back to gently push you away from the balcony, wordlessly placing his warm piece of clothing over your shoulders.

Your eyes widened in surprise, "Oh, you don't have to–"

"No, it's okay," he assured you, smiling down at you and shoving his hands into his pockets.

You looked down at your feet, pinching the fabric of his blazer with your hands, shrouding it closer to you. The smell of his cologne invaded your senses, almost taking your breath away. It was nice, and it totally matched him. It was a flowery, oaky scent with hints of some sort of spice that you couldn't quite put your finger on at the moment, his shy smile and well-fitting button-up being far too distracting for your liking. "Thanks," you told him shyly, moving to brush a sliver of hair away from your face.

Hoseok was going to say something to you again until he stilled, bringing his phone out of his pocket. He brought it up to his ear and his brows were knit together in confusion.

"Woah, slow down. Are you okay? Yeah, it's fine. No, really. Just get Jungkook to take you home, take some medicine, and hydrate yourself. Mhm, yup. Yeah, I'll tell her. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye," he brought his phone down from his ear, ending the call and shoving his phone back into his pocket.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Do you need to go?" you asked him, getting ready to return his blazer.

"No, no. It's just Taehyung. He said he's feeling a little sick so he's gonna go home with Jungkook, he should be fine," he told you, looking down at his feet.

"Oh, no," you frowned, saddened to hear about Taehyung's sudden illness. It was strange. He didn't seem sick at all when you saw him earlier.

"He also wants me to tell you that he's sorry for spilling his drink on you and that he'll pay to get your dress cleaned," Hoseok added.

You shook your head, "Tell him not to worry about it, I can clean it at home," you insisted, playing with the hem of your dress. You looked down at your front, examining it. It shouldn't be too hard to clean a sequin dress, right? There was no need for all that fuss.

He smiled at you, "Um, do you wanna come to my place?" he asked you suddenly, causing you to whip your head around to look up at him. Did he really just say what you think he said?

His brows were pushed together, a wince becoming apparent on his face. "N-not like that, of course! I just mean... You look like you could take a break away from this party, and to be honest, so can I," he reiterated. Now it was his turn to be nervous. "I actually don't live that far away and I've got some ramen and chocolate. We could have something to eat and then, uh, come back later if it's... cool with you. You don't have to–"

"I'd love to," you responded, the eagerness evident in your voice. You'd hoped that you didn't sound extremely desperate, not wanting to scare him off but the look on his face assured you that you had nothing to worry about.

His eyes gleamed with relief, his mouth wide open in disbelief. "O-okay, cool. Yeah, cool, um... Let's get out of here," he chuckled, extending his hand out to you. You looked at his hand, bewildered. After pointing at his face and acting like some crazy fan, you hadn't imagined that you'd find yourself in this position. You internally tried to slow down your heart rate, afraid that he might hear just how loud it was even over the booming music. Taking in a deep breath, your hand slipped into his awaiting one.

After texting your sister saying that you were with Hoseok and she'd sent you a series of keyboard smashed texts and emojis, both you and Hoseok found yourselves walking side by side down the street. Since he lived close by, he suggested that you both walked and you agreed, finding the silence in the street to be comforting.

Looking up to the sky, you saw the way the tiny but brilliant lights were twinkling across the wide expanse of the night sky. Hoseok was doing the same thing, though he'd sneak a glance at you and note how ethereal you looked under the light of the moon. When you thought he wasn't looking, you'd do the same thing, looking up at him like he was your world.

"So, what do you do?" Hoseok asked, turning to look at you with a curious expression.

You were brought out of your daze. "I'm a chef," you hummed quietly, kicking your feet in front of you, hands buried in the pockets of his blazer.

"A chef that eats ramen packets, I like it," he teased you, bumping your arm with his elbow.

"Ramen packets are a cultural staple for a reason, Hoseok," you retorted, returning his bump with your own elbow. He snorted, his head hanging low with a wide grin.

You talked about your job with him, discussing your favorite cuisines and ranting about your least favorite food combinations, he nodded along, listening to you intently. "There's this anime show, 'Shokugeki No Soma', it's about this elite culinary school and one of the main character's loves to experiment with all these different kinds of food and this dude really loves experimenting with squid. It's like a staple failure for him, particularly the peanut butter squid. So one day, I tried to make this grilled squid with a peanut butter sauce and I have to say that it is probably one of the worst things I've ever made," you laughed wholeheartedly, slapping your thigh in jest. He chuckled after hearing your story, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Yeah, squid is a pretty hard ingredient to work with, and I can't imagine peanut butter being the door to it's brightest future," he added, laughing along with you.

You giggled, "Right?"

After sharing a few more stories about hilarious food failures with him, you both ended up at his apartment. It was big, the tall ceilings only managing to emphasize that. You drank in the neutral tones and simplistic design, jaw hanging wide at just how clean and amazing his place looked. As soon as you stepped through the door, the first thing you noticed was the large living room area with floor-to-ceiling windows displaying the lively city below the hills. Beside the living room was the kitchen and on the opposite side of the room was a hallway leading to a bunch of other doors.

The next thing to catch your eye was a large Murakami mural on one of the walls of his living room just behind his sofa, the signature flowers all smiling at you with its boldly colored petals paired with its simple lines and dots. It was undeniably gorgeous and something you kind of expected before you even got there, but that didn't prepare you for its beauty at all.

"Wow," you murmured to yourself, taking it all in with an astonished look on your face. "Make yourself comfortable," Hoseok encouraged you, gesturing towards the sofa in the living room.

Upon sitting down, you quietly groaned, stretching your arms out. The relief on your legs was a true blessing. You'd practically been standing all night, doing your best to satiate your energetic's sisters partying needs though your lack of rhythm and naturally awkward state which must've made you quite the sight on the dancefloor. And you wanted to do it anyway, you were proud of your sister's work and you wanted to show her just how happy you were for her but if you knew you were gonna be standing for so long, you would've tried to figure a way out of there much sooner.

Hoseok returned with two bottles of water in his hands, passing one to you. "What kind of ramen do you like?" he asked you, taking a sip from his water.

"I'm gonna say pork," you nodded to him, taking a gulp from your water bottle.

He snickered, "Pork, huh? A girl after my own heart," he grinned, putting his bottle down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. You quickly stopped yourself from screaming into your hands at his playful words, was this boy ever gonna stop being so charming? You were going to be in trouble soon if you didn't find something to busy yourself with.

"May I raid your kitchen?" you asked him, a brazen look in your eyes.

He laughed and gestured for you to follow him to the kitchen, which you quickly did. Once you stepped into it, you weren't surprised to find that it was just like the rest of his apartment. It was big, tall, clean, embracing the neutral tones. It was almost twice the size of yours and Hwasa's kitchen. Shrugging off his blazer and hanging it on the back of the kitchen counter stool, you watched as he opened one of his tall cupboards, stepping on his tippy toes to reach for the ramen at the top shelf. "What– Why is the ramen all the way at the top?" you asked him, mouth hanging open in shock. "That's so height-ist of you."

"No, it's because Jimin keeps coming here and eating all of it before I even get to open the packaging," Hoseok snickered, placing two packets of pork flavored ramen on the kitchen island.

You hummed quietly to yourself, "Still sounds height-ist to me."

He smirked to himself, picking a medium-sized pot from the pot rack above the kitchen island. "So what do you put with your ramen noodles?" you asked him, leaning your arms on the countertop, propping your chin up in the palm of your hand.

"What do you mean?" he asked you, breaking the noodles out of their packets and placing them in the pot.

Your brows were scrunched in confusion, "What do you mean what do I mean? You put additional ingredients in your ramen, right?" you asked him, looking at him expectantly.

Hoseok shrugged carelessly, filling the pot with water. "Hoseok, please say sike," you pleaded with him but he continued to go about his business, not bothering to answer your question.

"Oh my god– Permission to raid your refrigerator?" you asked him, already hopping out of your seat.

"Permission granted," Hoseok bowed to you jokingly. "Man, I should've known that letting a chef into my kitchen was gonna make me feel inadequate in the cooking department," he snorted, placing the pot onto the stove and igniting the flames.

"Don't think about it like that, you gotta be more positive!" you suggested cheerfully. "Think of it as though you're learning something new and exciting and life-changing," you grinned at him, opening the refrigerator. He looked at you with perplexity but agreed nonetheless, watching you rummage through his fridge. He was skeptical. At the party, he noted that you really seemed out of your element but as soon as you'd stepped into his kitchen, he watched as you quickly evolved from your timid, polite self to the confident, polite chef that you were right now.

"Aha!" you grinned triumphantly. Spotting the ingredients you wanted in the fridge, you went back and forth taking them out of their compartments and placing them on to the countertop.

Hoseok watched on with an amused expression, leaning back against the bench with his arms crossed over his chest, observing how you meticulously laid the ingredients out neatly in front of you. The bottle of soy sauce, mung bean sprouts, the wrapped package labeled 'pork belly', carrots, scallions, eggs, and capsicums looked extremely inviting to you. You glanced at Hoseok to gauge his reaction which was a mixture of impressed and humored.

"Salt and pepper?" you asked him, bringing him out of his daze. "The what? Oh, salt and pepper? Um," he opened the cupboard and summoned the salt and pepper grinders, placing them next to your neatly laid out rows of ingredients.

"Oh, wait," you said to him, biting your lip nervously. "Uh, can you roll my sleeves up for me? I think my hand is sticky from the soy sauce," you asked him shyly, extending your arms out to him.

He smiled and wordlessly reached his hands out, the tips of his fingers softly working to neatly fold your sleeves. You held your breath while he worked on the fabric, his warm fingers brushing over your forearms which was definitely making the neurons in your system spontaneously combust.

"Okay, let's get to work," you smirked at him, eagerly anticipating the awaiting cooking session. "Let's get to work," Hoseok echoed your words with a smile, fetching some aprons from a nearby drawer. He pulled out his phone and started playing some music as the two of you got to work.

Cooking with him was fun, you thought to yourself. He showed off his impressive knife collection which made your jaw drop. They looked custom made and... really sharp, which made you squeal on the inside. A good, sharp knife set was enough to make any good chef drop to their knees and swoon.

After he put the eggs in a separate pot and began boiling them, he washed the vegetables and watched how you diced and sliced away at the ingredients with ease, the knife dragging through the flesh of the vegetables like butter. As you went along, you explained to him why you chose this ingredient and that ingredient, continuing to guide your knife along the face of the chopping board.

You let him take over, handing him the knife. His hand glided over yours, taking the handle from beneath your palm, the contact causing your heart to skip a beat. You placed the cut of pork belly on the chopping board and suggested he trim off the excess fat and cut the pork into neat strips. He took your suggestion and followed through beautifully. Watching him work attentively with food was something you could get used to.

While he cut the pork, you took a turn at the eggs and the noodles. You strained the water into a bowl and quickly mixed in the seasoning packets and a few dashes of the soy sauce, leaving the noodles in the strainer. It took you less than a minute to peel both the eggs, gently pressing them and getting that gut feeling that they were cooked just right.

Hoseok took the initiative to put the pork cutlet slices into a frying pan. He caught you looking at him and he gave you a proud smile, turning his attention back to the slices, flipping them over with his chopsticks. You bit your cheek and put your focus towards cutting the eggs in half, preparing them for presentation.

With a ladle, you evenly divided the soup mixture into two awaiting bowls, gently placing the noodles into the broth.

Atop the noodles, you placed the julienned carrots and capsicums, scallion slices, and mung bean sprouts. Hoseok warned you that he was coming up from behind you with the frying pan and he did you the courtesy of layering a couple of slices of the pork belly on one side of each of the noodle bowls. You placed the egg halves on the opposite side of the bowl and grabbed the salt and pepper grinders, speedily cracking the seasonings over the completed dish.

"Voila!" you cheered, handing him a clean pair of chopsticks. "God, I've been craving this all night," you murmured, tucking into your food with fervor.

Hoseok looked at the bowls in awe, a low whistle escaping his lips, "I had this in my kitchen the whole time?" he picked up the chopsticks, sliding his bowl closer to him.

He collected the sliced vegetables and the noodles between the utensils, bringing it to his mouth, closely followed by a slice of the pork belly and a portion of the soft-boiled egg. His eyes closed and he moaned at the flavors that developed in his mouth. The soft texture of the noodles paired with the sweet, fresh crunch of the vegetables was enough to make his knees weak. The pork and the egg complimented the dish perfectly.

While he ate, Hoseok was quietly watching you from the corner of his eye, slurping his noodles in silence. He saw the way you visibly savored each and every bite of your food, finding himself entranced with the way you licked your lips to collect the delicious dew that was the noodle broth. You glanced his way, smiling with strands of noodles trapped between your lips when you caught him looking at you.

He chuckled at your humorous display, shaking his head at you and finishing off the remainder of his meal.

Hoseok admittedly felt a little foreign in the kitchen at first. He hadn't cooked a proper meal like that in a while. Since his ex preferred to order in or go to a restaurant, his kitchen had basically lost its purpose over the course of his relationship with her and consequentially, after the relationship. He'd gotten so used to just cooking ready-made meals or ordering food that he'd forgotten how good it felt to actually make something so fulfilling.

"Well, damn," he said to you, patting his stomach with a satisfied look on his face. "That was probably the best home-cooked ramen I've ever had," he confessed, earning him the sight of your blushed cheeks which he secretly relished. "But don't tell my mom I said that, she might kill me," he added.

"I promise," you assured him with a lighthearted giggle. "I could probably show you how to make the noodles from scratch, that's what I usually do if I have the time, otherwise I just use ramen packets."

Color him impressed. He looked at you with a wide grin and he was flushed at the prospect of seeing you again in the future, no matter the context. "If you teach me how to make noodles, I think it's only fair I give you something in return."

Your cheeks turned red, "Maybe you could teach me how to dance. Unlike my sister, I was born without rhythm," you laughed, pressing your hands to your face to try and hide the redness.

He struggled to suppress his smiling, his cheeks beginning to ache. "It's a deal."

The pair of you collected the dishes and you helped him to clean up the kitchen. As you wiped down the countertops and discarded the scraps, he washed the dishes and placed them on the drying rack.

When you were both finished, you removed the apron and let out a sigh of relief. He eyed you curiously and asked, "Do you want a change of clothes? I can grab something more comfortable if you'd like."

"Ah, I think I've imposed on you enough–" you began to say before he raised his hand.

"Just say yes," he smiled down at you kindly, waiting for your response.

"Y... Yes," you finally said to him, fidgeting with your hands.

Your feet silently padded against the floor, following him as he turned down the corridor. When he stepped into what you assumed was his room, you waited patiently at the door for him. He returned with a sweatshirt in one hand and sweatpants in the other, he pushed the clothes into your hands and he showed you where the bathroom was.

"W-wait!" you called out to him before he left. He turned around, looking at you expectantly.

"My, uh," your murmured, "Dress... Can you unzip it for me?"

Hoseok paused and he went to say something but thought against it, speechlessly returning to the bathroom door where you were waiting. You turned around for him and moved your hair away from your neck, exposing the tab to the zipper. You felt his warm breath fan out against your skin, undoubtedly making you shiver in his wake. You were silently hoping that he didn't see.

Behind you, you could hear him exhale a shaky breath as he gripped the tab and slowly pulled it down. As he pulled, the fabric spread over the width of your back, revealing your soft, tan skin to him. He let go of the zipper once it'd reached the small of your back, quickly looking up to the ceiling to avoid your gaze.

Turning around, you saw him looking away from you which made you snort in laughter. Deliberately trying to fluster him wasn't your intention but you'd do it again if it meant you got to see him like this again. You gently pressed your hand against his chest so he was out of the way of the door. You closed it in front of his face and tried your best to suppress your giggles.

On the other side of the door, Hoseok was yet to remove his gaze from the ceiling. He felt trapped in this position, the only thing he could feel was the remaining warmth of your hand on his chest. He had not been in such an intimate position since... Her.

This wasn't the time to be thinking about her.

He shook himself out of his paralysis, moving swiftly to a more appropriate location. He didn't want to imagine the look on your face if you'd open the door to find him still standing outside waiting for you.

Hoseok waited patiently on the sofa, fiddling with the remote and turning on his Netflix.

Wow. If the ramen wasn't suggestive enough, then the Netflix one was gonna be the nail to his unintentionally suggestive coffin. Maybe he should change it to YouTube, he thought to himself before you stepped out of the shadows of the corridor.

As soon as he saw you, his breath hitched in his throat. The black sweatshirt he had lent to you was far too big, almost dwarfing your small form entirely. It ended just above your knees and you'd rolled the sleeves up to your wrists. The cuffs of his grey sweatpants were also rolled up, wrapped thickly against your shins. On the one hand, you felt that you looked a little silly but you were thankful for the drastic change in comfort. On the other hand, the only word on Hoseok's mind upon seeing his clothes on you was 'adorable'.

"Thanks for this," you quipped, spreading your arms out and doing a spin for him. Hoseok smirked and quietly laughed at your display, running a hand through his hair.

He cleared his throat and motioned you over to the sofa, "Does the chef have any recommendations?" he asked you in jest, looking at you in suspense. You giggled at his mention of 'chef', tucking a hair behind your ear shyly.

"So ramen was the main course, and for desert... I think maybe a nature documentary is on the menu," you quirked an eyebrow at him, eager for his reaction to your suggestion. He smiled, leaning back into the soft cushioning of his sofa.

"Nature documentary it is," he echoed your words with a soft smirk. You smiled up at him gently, shifting further back and situating yourself into the cushions. He dimmed down the lights and grabbed a neatly folded pile of fluffy blankets from the opposite end of the couch, placing one of the fluffy fabrics over you before wrapping himself in his own blanket.

When the nature series had begun, you were less than a foot away from him, snuggling your warm blanket and animatedly sharing your thoughts on what you thought the best qualities were of each and every animal that came across the screen. He'd turn to look at you every time you started one of your mini speeches, listening intently to what you had to say.

After three episodes, Hoseok had managed to inch closer to you by jumping every time there was a particularly alarming cutscene of some predator in their natural habitat. It wasn't on purpose. In fact, he was contemplating changing the show but hearing your stifled giggles at the expense of his masculinity was totally worth it.

Another episode had passed and with his adrenaline coursing through his veins, anticipating the next frightening cutscene, Hoseok was nowhere near being sleepy but you had other ideas. You had unexpectedly slumped your head against his shoulder, softly snoring away. He almost jumped when you'd made contact, his survival instincts kicking in once a snake had appeared on the screen.

He contemplated waking you up but decided against it, softening at the sight of how peaceful you looked. His head tilted to get a better look at your face, his eyes roving over each light freckle gracing your nose and cheeks, their parallel shapes being burned into his memory. The lights from the television screen danced across your sleeping form, the loose strands of hair on your face casting shadows upon your skin. You shifted in your sleep, subconsciously wetting your pouty lips before returning to your motionless state. He was amazed that the booming sound effects from the documentary went by you completely unfazed.

Hoseok took this opportunity to sweep back a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear. He hadn't done something like that in a while and he was sure that the simple action alone had just discombobulated everything inside his chest. It wasn't because he was in such an intimate space with just some girl, it was because he was in an intimate space with you. Granted, you weren't exactly awake so he stopped himself from staring at you any longer, knowing he'd live with the guilt of being some sort of pervert when his whole purpose of the night was to be a gentleman.

Resist the urge, damn it!

He couldn't exactly help himself though. Over the short course of the night, you had managed to make an impact on him. You'd been thrust upon him so abruptly after Taehyung had spilled his drink on you, and though the scale of the action was so small, it had felt so life-changing. So far you'd displayed your talent for cooking, your love for nature and you'd proved to him that you could match his wit when you were in a comfortable space.

Plus she's the Hwasa's sister, Hoseok thought to himself, she's already used to the lifestyle of being in the proximity of an idol. That is definitely a plus.

He decided that when morning comes, he would ask if you would like to join him for coffee or lunch, excited at the prospect of getting to see you again in the future.

Silently grabbing the remote beside him, he changed the program to something more sleep-friendly. Hoseok flipped through the suggestions and finally decided to change it to Frozen. He clicked on it and nodded off to sleep with a kind, talented, pretty girl on his shoulder. Hoseok felt like he was on top of the world.

You woke up to a loud pinging noise, squinting at the white lights that attacked your vision when you'd fully gained your consciousness. You'd quickly come to realize that you were not in your own room. In fact, the reason for that uncomfortable ache in your neck was because you'd been using Hoseok's thigh as a pillow. With widened eyes, you suddenly felt the weight of his arm on your side, his hand resting comfortably on your waist.

He looked so tranquil in his sleep, his mouth slightly agape and quiet snores escaping in sync with the rise and fall of his chest. You couldn't believe that you'd fallen asleep on him. He was still in his clothes from the night before, his button-up and black slacks creased all the way to hell, which meant he probably felt too awkward to try and shift you off of him and stayed there so he wouldn't wake you.

Gosh, I'm such an idiot, you groaned to yourself, lifting your head off of his lap. The source of the ping was coming from a phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa. When you picked it up you realized that while it was the same model, it was definitely not your phone. You were about to put it back down until the screen flashed back to life, revealing a notification that made your heart stop.

Calendar: 10 Month Anniversary with Babygirl Moon. Would you like to share?

Holy shit. Jung Hoseok has a girlfriend?

You were mortified beyond belief. You'd just fallen asleep on top of some girl's boyfriend. To make matters worse, his lock screen image was of himself but at the bottom of the image, you could clearly see him holding someone's smaller, feminine hand. If you were in that person's position, you definitely would've been pissed to find how close you and Hoseok had become over the course of the night. But, surely Hoseok would've told you if he was in a relationship... Right? You should've at least spotted some of the signs but there were no physical indications anywhere in the apartment. Where were the spare slippers at the front door? Where was the spare toothbrush in the bathroom? Where was the feminine touch?

The lack of signs didn't exactly eliminate the idea that he had a whole ass girlfriend out there just vibing. That girl was probably 100% oblivious to the fact that some practical stranger was trying to cozy up to her boyfriend, being all intimate and flirtatious with him. The thought of it alone made you cringe with guilt. He was just being a gentleman the whole night. Did he feel sorry for you because you'd humiliated yourself when you saw him for the first time? That must've been it...

Trying to withhold the tears that were threatening to spill over, you moved quietly to avoid waking him up. Moving silently around the apartment, you collected your belongings. The last thing to do was grab your dress which you'd left neatly folded in the bathroom. When you got there, you considered putting it back on so you could take off Hoseok's incredibly comfortable clothes but you'd never be able to zip the dress up on your own.

You didn't want to wake him up to do it for you, no, you wanted to leave without a trace. It was embarrassing for you to think that you could've had something special with him when it was now clear that he had something special with someone else.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you saw just how idiotic you looked. There were dried dribble marks on the corners of your mouth and one of the tails of your winged liner was smudged away from sleep. Your hair was neat for the most part, save for the back part which had hair sticking out in every direction. Gosh, you didn't know what you would have done if he'd woken up first to see you like this. Quickly cleaning yourself up with the help of some water and the grace of God, you determined that you looked semi-presentable.

You sent a text to Hwasa to pick you up at Hoseok's apartment, in return you received an excess of all kinds of emojis, they appeared to mostly be winky faces and different colored hearts which helped to lift your spirits a little bit. The only thing to do now was to get ready to escape this nightmare you'd found yourself in. You couldn't bear to be there a second longer. The longer you thought about it, the more it made your heart sink. You could've sworn that you felt a connection with him but after knowing he had a girlfriend, you saw your memories of the previous night through a different lens.

Maybe he was just doing everything for you out of kindness, you could see now that you were just some obligation for him.

Shaking away the tear-jerking thoughts, you stepped into the foyer. Pressing your hand to the front door, you struggled to tug your heels back on in silence, dropping your dress and your phone from its weak grip in your underarm, making the items land on the floor with a sharp thwack.

It seemed that the noise was loud enough to wake up the host, your eyes spotting his fluffy hair emerging over the arm of the sofa. He sat up slightly, reaching out his arms and stretching his neck with a loud yawn. If you weren't so preoccupied, you would've felt compelled to giggle at how cute he looked.

He turned to the source of the noise that woke him up, eyeing you in your awkward position. With one leg raised in the air and one of your fingers tugging on the heel loop of your difficult heels, you just knew you looked silly. As soon as he saw you, he spared you a lazy chuckle and a soft wave of his hand. "Good morning," he said to you, his raspy morning voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Gosh, what time is it? Do you have somewhere to be? I can take you there if you want–" he rubbed his eyes tiredly, but you decided that you wouldn't let him finish his sentence, his kindness only managing to inadvertently humiliate you further.

"Hoseok, my sister's coming to pick me up," you told him abruptly, lifting your head up high.

He raised his eyebrows at you, surprised at your tone. "Oh, o-okay," he responded lightly, his shoulders drooping a little.

"Thank you for taking care of me last night, I really enjoyed your company. I'll have your clothes cleaned and sent back to you," you pointed at the sweatshirt and sweatpants that he'd lent to you, "And I would like to reimburse you for the food that I ate. I also hope that you and your girlfriend have a wonderful 10 month anniversary," you bowed to him, using all your strength tug on your heel. You bent down and picked up your sequin dress and phone.

"Wait!" Hoseok called out to you, stumbling off of the sofa and tripping up over his own feet, almost smacking his face on the floor. He was trying to absorb all the information that you'd just laid on him, his mind crossing over every detail. Enjoyed his company? Clean and return his clothes? Reimburse him for his food? He couldn't believe it. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the ping of his phone. He quickly grabbed the device to silence it and his heart sank in his chest upon seeing the calendar reminder flashing on his screen, accentuated by his lock screen image which was of him holding his ex-girlfriend's hand.

He just knew right then and there that you'd seen it.

I also hope that you and your girlfriend have a wonderful 10 month anniversary.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Y/N, this isn't what it looks like!" he implored, rushing to get to his feet but he ended up slipping again, the culprit being the blanket you were sleeping with last night.

You ignored his pleading, giving him one final bow. "Goodbye, Hoseok."

You slipped past his front door, closing it behind you.

"No," he murmured, kicking the blanket away and running to the front door. "No, no, no," he repeated to himself, his heart thumping loudly in his ears. Ripping his door open, he saw the doors to the elevator closing. Running out, he reached it just in time for the barricades to close right in front of his face. He repeatedly pressed the button but to no avail. Looking to the top of the elevator entrance, he saw the numbers above it declining, indicating that you were already descending to the ground floor.

"Shit!" Hoseok said to himself, sprinting for the stairs. He'd hadn't run this fast since the relays at the ISAC's, his lungs burning by the time he'd reached the bottom. He spotted you at the gateway to the apartment complex, sliding into a black car with a saddened look on your face. By the time he'd reached the outside gates, it was too late. He watched pathetically as the car sped away along with you in it.

Hoseok stopped himself from trying to chase after the car down the narrow street, his hands angrily fisting in his hair, the burn of his scalp doing nothing to ebb the thumping in his chest. Right now, the only thing he felt like doing was bang his head against a brick wall. How could he be so dense?

If anything was gonna motivate him to do delete those stupid calendar reminders and those images of him and his ex, watching you drive away was gonna do it. Fixing his mistake was of the utmost paramount right now.

"Hyung!" Jimin cheered upon seeing Hoseok enter their room.

"Ah, I hope you had fun last night, hyung," Taehyung winked, nudging Jimin with his elbow.

"What?" Hoseok furrowed his brows, looking at the pair of mischievous boys sitting before him in speculation.

Jimin smiled proudly, shuffling on the sofa to make space for Hoseok to sit down between him and Taehyung. "Hyung! We're the ones who set you up with that pretty girl up."

Hoseok sat down between them, surprised at hearing that the events of last night were the result of Jimin and Taehyung's plan.

"Mhm, I spilled my drink on her on purpose then left her with you," Taehyung said, waggling his eyebrows at his hyung. "We heard you left the party with her. What was she like and what'd you guys do? Come on, tell us!"

Hoseok stayed silent, wringing his hands in his lap. He was happy to know that the boys were trying their best for him but his recent loss was still reeling in his mind, the dismayed expression evident on his face.

"Hyung?" Jimin asked, his tone laced with worry, his gentle eyes roving over his older friend's face. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed and let out a shaky breath. "I had a great time with her, like an amazing time but... I fucked it up because I'm such an idiot."

Taehyung frowned at his disconcerting words. "What happened?"

He explained the events of last night.

Taking you out to the balcony and having that pleasant conversation with you.

Asking you to come to his place.

Cooking ramen together.

Lending you his clothes, noting how adorable you looked.

Falling asleep together while watching the nature documentary together. Hoseok purposefully left out the part where he changed the program to a Disney movie.

"I don't see what's wrong," Jimin commented, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, me too," Taehyung added, sharing a confused look.

Hoseok hesitated to tell them what initially went wrong but decided that if he told them, maybe they could offer up a solution to his problem.

"I think you guys know that I've been struggling to get over my relationship with my ex," Hoseok began, clearing his throat. "It's been five months since we've been separated and it's been hard for me to move on from her, y'know? I put a lot of love and energy into my relationship with her so for it to end so suddenly, it hasn't exactly been easy for me to just 'get over it'. Because of that, I haven't had the heart change my lock screen, which is a photo of me holding her hand and I still had a monthly reminder of my anniversary on my phone's calendar," he admitted to them, hanging his head down low.

"When I woke up this morning, she had all of her things and she was getting ready to leave. She told me that she 'hoped I'd have a wonderful 10 month anniversary with my girlfriend'. That's when I knew she saw the anniversary reminder on my phone," he sniffled, swiping his fingers under his eyes to remove the tears that were sliding down his cheeks. "It just really sucks because I had a really good time with her. It was the best I'd felt in a long time and I feel like we had a connection last night but I think she might hate me now. So, yeah, I'm an idiot."

Jimin and Taehyung looked at each other, sharing a look of sorrow and shock.

"I don't know what to do," Hoseok told them, a dejected sigh escaping his lips. He buried his head in his hands, groaning pathetically.

"Hyung, it's gonna be fine," Taehyung rubbed his back reassuringly.

Jimin hummed quietly, "You should go and find Joonie-hyung. If anyone has some sort of connection with her, it's gotta be him. Dude is so whipped for her big sister it's almost embarrassing."

Hwasa. That's right. Hoseok lifted his head out of his hands, feeling like a light bulb was hovering above his head. He pulled Jimin and Taehyung into a hug, thanking them both for their help.

When he left the room, the pair of them sighed in content, feeling a little closer to their hyung for the first time in a long time. "He'll be fine," Taehyung said to Jimin, bringing his feet up to rest in the smaller boy's lap. "Yeah," Jimin concurred, excited at the prospect of their hyung getting back to his old self.

As soon as Hoseok opened the door to the living room, he felt Jungkook whizzing right past him, slamming the door shut behind him to barricade himself in Tae and Jimin's room. "Come here you little brat!" Seokjin shouted, chasing after the maknae with a scowl on his face. Ignoring their loud tirade and the sleeping Yoongi on the living room sofa, Hoseok made a beeline to Namjoon's room.

He opened the door quietly and found that his bandmate was having a hushed conversation on the phone. Stepping forward, he could hear him clearly. "Baby, you don't understand! Yes, I'll talk to him... I know you're upset, but you have to hear me out," he heard Namjoon sighing into his phone.

"Is that Hwasa?" Hoseok asked him, not really caring for the nature of his call.

Namjoon turned around and looked at him with a bewildered expression, "What? Dude, how long have you been standing there?" he asked him.

"Long enough," Hoseok mumbled, stepping forward and snatching the phone out of Namjoon's hands. Before he was able to protest, Hoseok was already turning his back to him, bringing the phone to his ears.

"Ooh, when I see him I'm gonna kill him. You know that, right? I can't believe he would make my sister cry like that. It broke my damn heart seeing that, Joonie."

After hearing that he'd made Y/N cry, Hoseok winced, feeling a tinge of pain flourishing in his chest. Putting her threats to the side, he spoke up. "Hwasa?"

There was a pause. "Is this you, Hoseok?"

"... Yeah."

Upon hearing that it was the subject of her call with Namjoon, she really jumped off. "What the hell is wrong with you, Jung Hoseok? Huh? Why on earth would you take my sister home with you if had a girlfriend? You have a lot of nerve doing that to my sister. When I see you–"

"It was a misunderstanding!"

"Interrupt me again and I'll become your worst nightmare, do you understand me?" Baffled by her dark choice of words, Hoseok was going to respond with a 'Yes' until she cut him off again. "Don't answer that. Now, as I was saying, when I see you again, I'm gonna rip you a new one and choke slam you so hard that your ancestors will feel it."

"Hwasa, I can explain everything."

"She really liked you, you know that right?"

Hoseok choked upon hearing the abrupt news and her usage of the past tense. 'Liked'. "W-well–"

"God, she's baking up a damn storm in there, I feel like the atmosphere is gonna be 20% flour by the time she's done,"

He was confused that she'd add such a strange detail to her argument.

"She bakes when she's sad, Hoseok."

Oh.

"And by the looks of the triple-tiered cakes and the muffins taking over our apartment, it wouldn't take a genius to know that, yeah, she's pretty bummed out."

Hoseok had never felt so bad in his entire life. He was scolding himself internally. If only he just had the strength to just delete those stupid reminders earlier, this all could've been avoided.

"Hwasa, could you send me your address? I'd really like to talk to her in person."

He could hear her scoffing on the other side of the line. "Ha! Yeah, as if I'd do that. You probably just wanna make sure she doesn't blab to the public about your girlfriend. Well, guess what? She's actually a considerate human being so rest assured, you have nothing to worry about."

She had ended the call with him, the monotonous tone filling his ears. "Hello? Hwasa?"

Hoseok cursed, looking at the end call screen on the phone. He looked to Namjoon who'd been watching him the whole time, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Joon, you have to help me," Hoseok pleaded, his whole appearance screaming desperation. Namjoon softened at the sight of him, stepping forward to swing an arm around his shoulder.

"I heard about what happened, I tried to explain it to her but she was too busy ranting about you," Namjoon told him, patting his back comfortingly.

"I messed up big time and I really need to explain myself to her in person. I really like her, man," Hoseok murmured quietly. "I've never felt this way about someone before."

Namjoon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "I'll help you out, don't worry."

Despite his bandmate's encouraging words, Hoseok was worried as hell. He double-checked the apartment number in his note's app. His knuckles rapped against the door and he waited nervously for a few seconds for the door to open, which it did, revealing a shocked Hwasa. She slammed the door in his face and he winced, hanging his head down low.

A few more seconds passed and he could hear her screaming from the other side of the door.

"You gave him my address!? Damn it, Joonie!"

The shouting continued for another minute, Hoseok awkwardly dawdling in the hallway outside her apartment.

Suddenly, the door opened. Hwasa stepped forward, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him inside. Hoseok was about to protest but was cut off by the slam of the door behind him. He only had a second to observe their apartment before Hwasa started hitting him on the arm.

"Yah!" Hoseok cried out, rubbing his arm to soothe the pain.

"I can't believe you," Hwasa seethed, glaring at him.

Hoseok stuttered, asking her, "I-is she here?"

"No. Now explain yourself, Jung Hoseok," she demanded of him, crossing her arms over her chest with an enraged look in her eyes.

And so he did. He spent five minutes explaining to her how he genuinely enjoyed his time with her sister, talking about how you saw the evidence of his struggles in getting over his ex-girlfriend, mistakenly believing it to be something that it wasn't. He finished off his explanation, looking at her expectantly.

While she silently to take in all of his information, he took the opportunity to look all around their apartment. It was very homely and warm. The living room, where Hoseok and Hwasa sat, was amazing. He saw the family photos scattered around the walls, the vibrant flowers on the coffee table giving the monotone room a pop of color. Hoseok turned his head to see the kitchen which was littered with baked goods of all kinds. Though the sight of the colorful tiered cakes, muffins, and cupcakes was mouthwatering, knowing the reason behind their creation was crushing his soul.

"It smells amazing in here." Hoseok quipped in an attempt to fill the silence.

"It's the cinnamon," she murmured, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Okay, fine. I see what the issue was but I see another one here," she told him. "I simply refuse to let my sister be some kind rebound for you."

Hoseok launched out of his seat, "Rebound? Of course, she's not a rebound!" he insisted, his face flushed.

"You must've broken up with that girl recently to still have those calendar reminders on your phone," she rolled her eyes at him. Hoseok sat back down slowly, anxiously running a hand through his hair.

"Actually," he began saying, "We broke up five months ago."

Hwasa's jaw dropped. "FIVE MONTHS!?" she shouted. She took off one of her slippers and threw at him, outraged at his confession.

"You know that makes it worse, right?" she told him, leaning back in her chair with that disapproving look seemingly stuck on her face.

Hoseok exhaled noisily, burying his head in his hands. "I know how it sounds," he told her. "I really do, I know I was stupid. But Hwasa, please. I just need a second chance."

He looked at her expectantly, his eyes wide and glossy with sadness. She softened at his desperate display, sighing and rubbing her temples.

"Let me tell you something about my sister, Jung Hoseok. My sister is a kind, sweet, and intelligent woman. She's passionate beyond belief and she'll talk your ear off if you let her. I love her more than anything in the world, do you understand?"

Hoseok nodded rapidly, his soft hair bouncing around his head.

"Okay, good. She's on the roof," Hwasa said to him, keeping a trained eye on him. Hoseok shot out of his chair, bowing to her. "Thank you," he told her earnestly, turning to go to the door but she grabbed him by the shoulder, making him face her.

Hwasa tugged on his shirt so he was leaning forward enough so her mouth was at height with his ear. "If you do some stupid shit that makes my sister cry again, I will shatter your world. M'kay?" she told him, patting his shoulder softly with a confident smirk. He gulped, standing back to his full height. Even though Hwasa was substantially shorter than him and had the face of an angel, she managed to shake him to the core, effectively making him frightened of her.

"Erm, understood," Hoseok gulped, bowing one last time before stepping out the door.

Hwasa flopped back onto the sofa with a groan, "Ugh, men."

His journey to the roof of the apartment building took longer than he expected. Hoseok opted to take the stairs so he had time to think of how he wanted to word out his apology, wanting it to be nothing short of mind-bending and spectacular, or at least good enough that you'd want to share some more ramen with him in the future.

Meanwhile, you were busy tending to the communal garden, pruning the fruits and vegetables diligently. The sun was beating down on you in all your denim overall glory, your sunhat doing a great job of protecting your face from the harsh rays. You were collecting some ripe vegetables from the garden, brushing the dirt and debris away with your gloved hands, placing them gently into the woven basket next to your feet.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Taking off your gloves, you took out your phone and saw three notifications. Two of them were texts and the other was from the Weverse app.

[BTS Weverse] j-hope shared a moment with you!

Message from Queen Wheein: Good afternoon babe, did I leave my tweezers in your room yesterday? lemme know asap, thx ^_^

Message from Hyejin-eonnieee: good luck xxx

While your sister's text was quite strange and vague and Wheein's inquiry managing to make you chuckle, your curiosity got the better of you, your thumb opting to tap on the Weverse notification. The app sprung to life and the screen loaded for a second before showing you a picture from Hoseok's story. To your surprise, it was a photo of the ramen you'd both cooked the night before, captioned with a small 'best ramen I've had in a long time' at the top right in bold text.

You couldn't recall seeing him take a photo of the meal the night before, making you scratch your head. What was equally confusing was why he even posted the photo. Was he just trying to rub salt in the wound?

With a scowl, you turned your phone off and went back to the task at hand, shoving your phone back into your pocket.

Picking up a small spool of twine and scissors from your basket, you pulled on the string, cutting it off when it was about the length of your hand. You wrapped the string around the mung bean sprouts, tying it off and pulling the sprouts from the roots leaving you with a neat little bundle.

"Hey," someone spoke up behind you, alarming you. You shrieked and fell back onto your butt, groaning at the suddenness, accidentally knocking over your basket at the same time. "Oh, shit– I'm so sorry, are you okay?" the voice said again, the familiarity making your stomach sink. Suddenly, Hwasa's text made sense.

You pushed back the brim of your sun hat to see Hoseok kneeling beside you, his hand on your back.

"Oh my god, why– what are you doing here?" you asked him, rushing to take a stand, brushing the dust off of your backside.

Hoseok dropped his hand away from your back, visibly hesitating to speak. "I... Uh, shit," he scrunched his nose, running his hand through his hand. "I wanted to apologize to you," he blurted out.

"Apologize for what? I was the one that was overstepping the boundaries," you told him. "But, it would've been nice, y'know, if you told me that you had a girlfriend," you shrugged, turning your back to him, bending down to place your vegetables back into your basket.

"Y/N, I don't have a girlfriend," he told you, kneeling back down to help you gather the vegetables. Hoseok realized that they all looked familiar. In the basket were the exact same vegetables you'd both eaten the night before with your ramen noodles. The carrots, capsicum, scallions, and the bundle of mung bean sprouts looking ridiculously tempting.

You paused your movements, hand hovering over the red capsicum on the ground. "B-but..." you murmured, eyes connecting with his.

"I know you saw the picture and the anniversary reminder," Hoseok said to you, his hand grabbing hold of the handle of the basket. "And, yes, I did have a girlfriend but we broke up five months ago," he bit his lip, looking slightly abashed. "I've been in a pretty low place ever since the relationship so I haven't exactly had the strength to update a lot of basic things in my life, like my calendar..."

"And your lock screen?" You asked him quietly, looking up at him sympathetically.

"And my lock screen," he added, a sad smile on his face. "It's been rough. I haven't been putting as much effort into my work as I should've been and I could feel myself growing tired with the things that usually made me happy," he said, that little voice in the back of his mind scolding him for sharing more details than he ought to.

"I was a little reluctant to go to that party last night but then I met you and you flipped my world inside out. A-and I don't know if it was you that made things seem brighter or if it was the sparkly dress of yours," he chuckled to himself, "But if it's all the same to you, I'd really, really, like to see you again in the near future. I'm hoping that I'm not the only one that felt that connection last night, but if I am then I completely understand if this is making you uncomfortable and... I'll leave if you want me to–"

"No!" you shouted, grabbing his arm, effectively anchoring him to the spot. "Wait, don't go please, I'm sorry," you apologized to him, dropping your hand from his arm.

"Sorry for what?" he asked you quietly, his brows knit together. He slowly reached towards you, taking your hand in his. "Don't be sorry. I was the idiot and I can't believe it took me this long to realize that much better things existed in the world," he said to you, his eyes boring into yours.

The words you wanted to say were stuck in your mouth, his intense gaze making your knees weak. And to think that he had a girlfriend this whole time... You couldn't believe that the man you had liked for so long was saying all these breathtaking words. If two things were for sure, it was that Jung Hoseok was single and you were embarrassed yet again for being so quick to your judgment.

"It was wrong of me to be so presumptuous," you bit your lip anxiously.

A lighthearted scoff escaped his lips, "Trust me, it wasn't. I know what it looked like and I can tell you that I would've done the same thing," he said to you, his thumbs lightly running over your knuckles, his gentle gestures making your heart flutter. His reassurance made you melt into his touch, your head tilting to look up to gaze at him warmingly.

He cleared his throat, "But, um, just for future reference, I would never flirt with another girl if I was in a relationship... Just saying," he grinned widely at your giggles, gripping your hand just a little tighter.

"So that really was flirting," you said to him, eyeing the way his thumb gently caressed the skin on the back of your hand. "I thought I was just imagining that."

"So was I, to be honest," he told you, "But then your sister told me you had a crush on me, it was all the reassurance I needed. It also makes my day, like, a thousand times better," he grinned, his other hand coming up to rub your arm.

Your eyes widened, jaw hanging low. Son of a... "Oh my god," you cringed, grabbing the brim of your sun hat to bring it over your face. "Please just let me die," you groaned pathetically, letting go of his hand and squatting down so he couldn't see you.

You could hear his laughter from above. He knelt down beside you, rubbing your back softly. "If it makes it you feel any better, I think I have a crush on you too."

While it made your heart jump in your chest, you were still upset. "You're just saying that so I don't kill my sister," you frowned, distracting yourself by fidgeting the handle of the woven basket.

"Maybe," he grinned mischievously.

"I, uh, noticed that the vegetables in this little basket of yours has the same ingredients we used last night," he told you, gesturing to the basket in your hands.

"Yeah, I was gonna wash them and send them to you," you told him, eyes roving over the colorful vegetables in the basket.

He snickered, "Wow, you really weren't kidding when you said you were gonna reimburse me," His hand was still roving in soft circles on your denim-clad back.

"I was gonna do it after the clothes finished drying," you gestured towards the clothing line that was on the opposite side of the large roof. Clipped to the rope were his sweatshirt, sweatpants, and your silver sequin dress.

Hoseok's eyes widened upon spotting the clothes. "Oh, damn," he murmured. "Um, well you can keep them if you want. They look better on you anyway," he smiled down at you, the wind making his hair flutter against his forehead. You stared at him in amazement, his smooth words clenching your heart.

"I wasn't kidding when I said I'd really like to see you again, by the way," he went back to the subject at hand, chuckling nervously and averting his gaze.

"I'd like that too," you smiled up at him.

"Oh, thank god," he murmured quietly, looking back at you, his face beaming with joy. He stood up, extending his hand out to you for the taking. He pulled you up and smiled at you, his bubbly cheeks shining from the bright sun.

"Yah!"

The both of you looked to the entrance of the roof, spotting an angry looking Hwasa.

"Clean up the kitchen, dummy. Those cupcakes are everywhere," she told you with an infuriated tone, hands on her hips, and her foot tapping on the ground.

"You be quiet, you lost your scolding privileges when you told Hoseok that I liked him," you narrowed your eyes at her, letting go of Hoseok's hand to point an accusing finger at your sister.

She rolled her eyes at you, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "Wha– well, someone had to say it!" she argued.

"Um, no they didn't!" you bit back.

"Clean up your cupcakes or I'm telling dad," Hwasa concluded, turning on her heel and retreating back into the building. You gasped, upset that you didn't have a chance to voice your distaste for her use of the parent card.

You looked back to Hoseok who had an amused look on his face. "Sorry about that," you apologized to him, looking down at your feet.

"Don't worry about it, I've got an older sister too so I know how it feels... She clowns me whenever she gets the chance," he confessed to you, making you laugh in the process.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he looked to you with an optimistic look in his eyes. You saw that his fingers by his side were reaching out to you. You smiled to yourself, taking his hand in yours.

"Yeah," you grinned at him, pulling him to the entrance of the building.

His grip on your hand tightened, stepping forward to be by your side. "What does the chef recommend?" he chuckled.

"Hmm, coffee with a side of foolishness," you suggested, doubling over with laughter.

"And maybe some hand-holding for dessert?" he raised his eyebrows at you, looking hopeful as ever.

You hummed thoughtfully, "That can be the main course. For dessert, maybe you can teach me how to dance?"

Hoseok was smiling ear to ear, swinging your hand in tandem with his. "It's a deal."

Fin.

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Grown & SeXY - Chapter 2

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Genre: Romance/Comedy

Pairing: Modern Ivar x Mature OC

Warning: Language/mild angst/Sexual content

Rating: M

Summary: A relationship between Generations X & Y will help this XX & XY learn a lot about themselves, each other, and love. Cougar/cub relationships aren’t always just about a midlife crisis and arm candy.

A/N: I got the concept for this story from a conversation I was having with @youbloodymadgenius. I hope I do it justice. This story is for you!

Chapter 2

Biiiiiitch! Where have you been? I’ve been IMing you but you been ducking me like I’m the IRS. Shit, I’m surprised we talking now - you mad at me or something? Did somebody tell you that they heard some shit about you from me? Because they were fucking lying. I wouldn’t do that. You know I don’t like all that gossip shit and I'm not one to put all people's business out on Front Street, like that.

So, girl, I need to holler at you about something right quick. What the hell is up with the non-disclosure agreement I sent you? Cause I damn sure didn’t get a signed copy back in my mailbox. Now, maybe I’m the slow bitch in the class, but it seems to me that there are a few more people in on our private meeting than just us, like we had previously discussed.

Now, I’m not saying that you said something, but I know I sure as hell didn’t. So, if I was over here keeping my sexy ass mouth shut (cause that how a bitch do) and you haven't said shit either, then who the fuck else is talking? You know, I bet it was probably those same bitches that were running around saying that they heard that I was talking shit about you. I tell you, people today ain't about shit. Well, fuck them.

Just so you know, I didn't call you to try to check you or anything. I called to try to catch you up on this grown and sexy shit cause bitch you are hella behind. Okay...I told you about how Marisol was at the club and met this fine ass little young boy at the bar, who turned out to be her high school BFF’s little brother, right? Did I tell you about how Marisol’s son and King Ding-A-Ling hate each other or how they met up at a party at his daddy’s house? Shit bitch, what do you know? I feel like I’m starting this shit all over at the beginning, again! Seriously hooker, keep up because before I can get into this shit, I have to set the scene.

So, you need all the dirt on Ivar’s family so moving forward you know what the fuck I’m talking about when I just start dropping shit on you like Pearl Harbor. Believe me, hon-ty when I tell you, these motherfuckers got some Telenovela, Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal type shit with them.

Alright now, let me start with his parents. You ever see a really attractive man and you figure, his daddy must have been cute when he was younger? Well, that’s Ivar’s daddy, Mr. Ragnar Lothbrok – or as I like to call him, Dick Daddy Yo.

Now, child, Dick Daddy is fine as a motherfucker. And, I’m not talking regular run-of-the-mill attractive for a man in his late 50s – early 60s, who was probably knocking down everything back in the day, type of fine, either. No Queen - I’m talking, this motherfucker could get it TODAY, immediately, right now, if he asked for it. Shit, bitch, quiet as kept, he wouldn’t even have to ask. All he would have to do is set those baby blue eyes in my direction, and I would hand him the drawers.

So, back in the day, when they still lived in Norway, Dick Daddy married this total dime piece named Lagertha. When I tell you she was a bad bitch, I mean she was a Bad Bitch! Shit, she still bad to this day thirty-some years later. She was built, blond and beautiful, plus that bitch could box. I don’t know what kind of thug shit they taught her over there in the old country where they came from, but this broad was like Ronda Rousey out there in those Kattegat streets.

Anyhoo, when Lagertha and Ragnar got married, she found out that Ragnar had that Super D and she knew she wasn't going to be able to keep all that good dick to herself because he liked to sling it all over town. So she told him to go do his dirt, but he better brings his fine ass home to her every night. Of course, he was all like, cool, he could have a dime piece at home and get cutty on the side…alright, bet!

Well, honey, next thing you know, he gets hooked up with this fatal attraction type, funny looking broad named, Aslaug. Girl, Aslaug gets dickmatized and follows Ragnar around like a puppy, and the next thing you know he had to figure out how to bring a whole ass side-chick home to his dime piece wife. He must of came back with some shit like, “Baby, you know that girl Aslaug can cook and she’ll do that thing that you don’t like to do…you know cause she a freak…so really, it’s a win-win for us both.”

So, I figure dude’s dick must have been dipped in platinum, because Lagertha was like, “Whatever, Dick Daddy,” cause the next thing you know all three of them are living together and these two bitches were sister-wives.

Chile! But, here’s where the shit gets juicy! Ooh, girl! The whole time Ragnar was out there in them streets, Lagertha’s sexy ass was knocking over his brother, Rollo, and word around the campfire is, one of them kids ain’t really Ragnar’s…biiiiiitttttttch! I can't make this shit up!

So anyway, by the time all those damn babies came all 50/11 of them moved here to that big blue house at the end of Greenwich, you know the one with the big ass fence front and the nice pool? The one that the young people always have all the parties at...yeah, that one well, that’s where they still live.

Now onto the kids. Honey, Ragnar has five maybe six kids that he’s claiming. I'm sure it's more out there, but I'm telling you about the ones I know about. First, you got the two he has with Lagertha; that’s Bjorn, and Gyda (that’s if don’t think Bjorn is Rollo’s son). But what the hell, I’ll take “Let’s Pretend That Bjorn Is Ragnar’s Kid” for $200, Alex…

So, Bjorn is the oldest of all of the kids. And what can I say about BJ? BJ is fucking…girl, he’s just fucking. He’s fucking any and everything. That man. Jesus jumped up. He’s about 6’3”, 250lbs, muscular, blond, these piercing blue eyes. This smile…strong jawline. He has these hands, right? These hands that you know could just grip you right up under your ass cheeks and hold you up against a wall, and these arms…gurl, make me want to faint like a white woman! Hmm.

BJ reminds me of Ragnar. Hell, all those kids remind me of him in some way, but Bjorn oozes sex like Ragnar. I don’t know what it is, but watch your uterus around him. If you stand too close to BJ, your pussy is liable to jump in his back pocket and you won’t even notice that it’s gone.

BJ has a shit-ton of kids though and has been married like 150 times. I don’t know what it is, but he finds these blonde women, fucks them, marries them, has 20 babies with, and then gets divorced. He’s a shitty husband, but I bet you he’s a fire ass lay.

Then there’s Gyda, we call her Da-Da. She’s just beautiful. Whew. She got those looks from both of her parents. It is honestly painful to look at her. She’s the charming side of Ragnar. The side that’ll have you naked and buying her ass a house and a car before the waiter finishes taking your order on the first date. It’s a good thing she’s a nice person because if she was an evil bitch, there’s no telling what she would be up to. She’s another tall one, with blonde hair and blue eyes. But, she’s built like her mother. This bitch looks like she needs to be holding a fundraiser where she’s wearing clear heels, in a strip club, called Twerking For Jesus or some shit.

Now, if those two gorgeous kids weren’t enough to make everyone else in the world jealous of how good the D and the seed were from Ragnar, he had to go and spread it around some more with that weird bitch, Aslaug. They have four boys; Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar. I don’t know how those boys ended up being so fine because Aslaug’s ass is not what I would call attractive. But, they got Ragnar’s genes and miracles never cease to amaze me.

All, but one, of them can get it any day.

Let’s start with Ubbe. It’s a long story, I don’t remember the particulars, but he’s known around the way as, Weebae. I can’t remember if it’s because he was small when as a baby, or because he used to cry all the damn time. But, whatever the case, if you hear a motherfucker asking for Weebae, they talking about Ubbe. Anyway, Wee is Ragnar’s twin. That child looks like Ragnar just spit him out on the street, only I don’t know where in the fuck he got his personality, cause Ragnar ain’t that fucking nice and Aslaug is a fucking cunt.

Have you ever met somebody that’s so damn nice, that they seem like a bitch ass? Like they are just softer than a motherfucker? Somebody that constantly lets people run over the top of him all the damn time and you just want to be like, yo you’s a giant whore! Well, that’s Wee. If he wasn’t so damn sexy, I would be like you soft, brah…get your punk ass away from me. But seeing as how fine he is, I’m like…bring your sensitive ass over here and let me make it all better, with your sexy self. Cause, you know, Mama loves the sensitive ones.

Who’s next? Oh, yeah, the next one is Hvitserk. I know it’s a fucked up name, but no one calls him that. They call him Boobie. Why do you ask? Because Boobie loves titties. I swear that boy was trying to get everybody to breastfeed him since he was born. The bigger a woman's boobs, the more Boobie is into her. But he's such a freaking cutie pie! He doesn’t look like Ragnar to me, but he reminds me of him in that way where as long as he can fuck and eat, he doesn’t give a fuck about much else. He’s the type that never has the same job or girlfriend for too long. He just goes with the flow and stays around until he gets bored.

Now Boobie favors Ragnar but not as much as some of the other kids. He’s got this cute baby face, with this sandy blonde hair and these pretty green eyes, like Aslaug. When you see him, you just want to pinch his cheeks on his face and his ass. And because he seems like such a little lost puppy, you just want to take him home, and take care of him…maybe tie him up to your bed and ride his ass like he’s Budweiser Clysdale in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, too.

Then there’s Sigurd…oh, Siggy. I call him, Brother Useless. He got all of Aslaug’s genes. It must be hard to look like Sigurd when you are born into that family. To be below average looking when you have extraordinarily attractive siblings, how does one go one with life? By being a giant dick, that’s how. Siggy fucking sucks donkey balls. He irks my fucking life. Siggy and I have history, outside of this little tale, and believe me he’s a dick in those stories, too.

Anyway, he looks just like his mama with facial hair. It’s really quite unfortunate. He reminds me of one of those Muppets off of the Dark Crystal. When I first found out that he was one of Ragnar’s sons, my first response was, I know you fucking lying! They should have just thrown the whole damn child away. See, Ragnar, that’s what happens when you go slumming with a funny looking chick…you get a funny looking kid with a fucked up personality. God don't like ugly...

But He redeemed your good name with Lil' Man. Oh, my sweet Ivar. This boy looks nothing like either of his parents but is the total embodiment of his father. Ivar is sexy. No, let me rephrase that for the bitches in the back...I said, IVAR IS SEXY. Bitch, I don’t know if there is even a word to describe the level of attractiveness this little bastard has. I don’t know if it’s that life-altering smile, or the dark hair and pale blue eyes. Shit, it could be that intense stare he has or those arms…or it could be that chest or maybe it’s that ass that you just want to bite and those lips that make you just want to sit on his face. Whatever it is about him, that boy makes you tingle in the most unladylike of places.

Now, when Ivar was born, something was wrong with him and he needed an operation. He was fine afterward, but Aslaug’s dramatical ass was acting like he was on his damn death bed and treated him like he was Samuel L. Jackson in Unbreakable. So, naturally, he grew up spoiled as shit. So now, this child don’t know how to do shit. He thinks everybody supposed to hand him everything, just because he’s cute.

Honey, short of my number and panties, he gonna have to work for everything else like everybody else. But see, you can’t tell fine, muscular, spoiled ass, motherfuckers, with beautiful eyes, killer smiles, nice hair, and that smell good all the fucking time that they’re not special. Oh, no, because they will try to prove you wrong. At least he finished college and doesn’t have any kids. But if his ass would get a job…Sorry, I’m skipping ahead.

Okay, so you have the background on the family. Now check out how this shit went down...

Being in the Lothbrok house brought back a ton of memories for Soli. She had spent a good part of her adolescence there with her best friend, Gyda. The two of them had countless sleepovers, movie marathons, and of course their love of all the teenage heartthrobs of the 80s and 90s. Teen Bop, Tiger Beat, and 17 Magazines fed their obsessions for Kirk Cameron, Corey Haim, Mark-Paul Gosselaar, and Mario Lopez. I was always a Joey Lawerence girl myself, but that’s neither here nor there.

That was until that one time the two of them got into this huge fight over who was going to marry Justin Timberlake. But then Bjorn told them that he thought Ryan Philippe was the same person and the girls realized that they did look a lot alike. So, Soli took JT and Gyda took Ryan, and they all lived happily ever after.

As she accepted the glass of champagne from the tray, Soli looked around the hallway leading out to the patio. It was amazing how different the house looked now. Since the remodel nothing was where she had remembered. The living room used to be to the left of the hallway, and there had been a large formal dining room to the right. They also used to have a huge kitchen right behind the dining room and then the family room sat just behind there, with the entrance to the back yard. It was always a good-sized house, but the way it was cut up, with these weird doorways and walls in the most awkward of places, it always felt cramped, especially with so many people living there.

But this? The open concept floor plan, no walls to obstruct the view...spacious, huge windows, lots of sunlight...it was gorgeous! Lothbrok Designs, LLC did one hell of a job. Everything from the floor plan to the decor was beautiful. Maybe Soli could get them to hook her up discount and do some work around her house.

“Hey there! I thought I saw you,” Gyda smiled walking over to Marisol with her arms out. “Oh Sonni, you look so good! I still can’t get over how you haven’t aged a bit. And girl, that body!”

Soli spun around in a circle to give her friend the full view. Even she had to admit, the off the shoulder, floral printed, Boho, maxi-dress looked damn good on her. Especially the way the soft pink color played with the beautiful warm tones in her toffee-colored skin. And honey, she was rocking this split that came all the up the front of the dress to the bodice, that would have been showing all of the church's business if it wasn't for that little white chiffon underdress thing. Honey...forty where? She was a banger and she knew it. “Well, you know forty is new twenty. I didn’t get to do my twenties right because I had Mani, but now I'm single and I'm ready to mingle! And you, Diva…”

“Well, thanks. You know...I get it from my Mama." Gyda did a little shimmy and laughed. "Thank you so much for coming. It’s so good to have you back in town. I know my parents are excited to see you again.” She looked around the room and waved at a guest who was walking by, “Everyone was excited that you said you were coming.”

Everyone? Why did Gyda say it like that? Soli was excited to catch up with the family, too, but damn. Soli knew that little cutie Ivar was going to be there, but that was nothing. A little innocent eye flirting at the bar a couple of weeks ago didn't mean anything. She hadn't seen or thought of that boy since. And she wasn't thinking about him today...well, not that much, anyway.

“Da-Da,” A gorgeous older blond man came up to Gyda and placed a soft kiss on the side of her head, before turning his attention to Soli. “No, you can’t be…Marisol Peña? The young lady I saw as much as my daughter growing up?” Ragnar walked over to Soli and wrapped her in a warm hug.

Soli chuckled and shook her head when she felt his hands linger at her waist a second longer than they should have. “Oh, Mr. Lothbrok,” Soli she patted him lightly on the chest taking a half step back to take in that beautiful smile, “Oh, it’s been too long. You still look good.” She smiled, feeling his hands slowly move down her side to now rest on her hips.

“And you still are as beautiful as ever,” he said leaning in toward her to talk to her. He had always had this strange way articulating certain words and sometimes he would get uncomfortably close when he would talk to people. Gyda used to get embarrassed because her father would get all up on her friends when he spoke to them, but Marisol always thought it was kind of sexy the way he would breathe on her when he talked.

She felt herself being hypnotized momentarily by all that sexy, but she quickly regained her senses. “Mr. Lothbrok,” she tutted keeping a careful eye on him as he slowly walked around her in a circle with a sly grin on his face, “I see you're still as smooth as ever.”

It was fluid the way Ragnar brushed his face next to Soli’s ear to whisper in his sexy accent, making the tendrils of hair tickle her neck, “Ragnar.”

"Ragnar," she giggled. He was still a DILF, even after all these years.

“Ragnar?” A feminine voice called causing everyone to turn toward a tall strawberry-blonde in flowing green empire dress standing at the patio door, “Come, lunch is ready and we will have cake.” For as tall and thin as she was the dress did nothing for her. A hottie like Lagertha could have pulled it off, but not her. Although, the navy blue and dark green embroidery did accentuate the red in her hair and her green eyes.

Soli’s eyes widened as she turned to Gyda, devastated. “Is that Aslaug?” she whispered. As they all began walking through the house toward the backyard she found herself laughing at the expression on Gyda's face. “Bitch, shut up.” Oh, they had so much to catch up on.

Judging by how good Aslaug looked, she had had some work done. She was still funny looking, but she looked a whole hell of a lot better than she did when Soli knew her.

Time seemed to fly by for Soli as she sat in backyard eating, laughing, and drinking with her childhood friend. She had forgotten how much she missed Gyda. But being with her and the family, it felt like they never missed a beat. She even sat at the table reserved for Ragnar's kids and had no problem catching up with each one of them. Oh, the gossip she found out about sitting there.

For example, Weebae was married to BJ's ex-wife, Torvi, who left BJ with four children and is now having a baby with Bae. And you know the crazy thing is all of them are still talking like nothing ever happened? Or how about this, apparently something happened between Siggy and Ivar - no one is talking about what it is yet, but the two of them don't talk. They can be sitting at the same table and won't utter two words to each other. And did you know that none of the brothers knew why Soli and Gyda fell out all those years ago? I know, but that ain’t my place to say, so done tucked that one way down deep in my bra, honey. All I know is I could write a whole other story about this damn family’s shenanigans alone!

“Man, I wish I could remember that!” Siggy laughed throwing his napkin on his plate. “I would have loved to see the look on Bae’s face!” He gently nudged his brother’s arm as he continued to make fun of him.

Ubbe shook his head and lowered his eyes as the stain of blush colored his cheeks, “I can’t believe that was you,” he said to Soli, “I remember running through the house naked, but I never remembered why.”

Soli smiled around her glass of wine, trying her best to ignore the incredibly attractive younger man sitting next to her. "I remember why. I remember that little birthmark on your ass, too."

Gyda laughed putting the last of her spoonful of cake in her mouth. “Oooh, Beege, do you remember that time we were playing Van Damme and you ended up in the emergency room?”

Bjorn rolled his eyes and tried to cover his brow with his hand, “Of course I remember! How could I forget?” He started rubbing his inner thigh at the memory. He looked around the table at all of his brothers’ faces who were rapted with excitement, smiles already plastered on their faces, dying to hear the story. “So, I might have been about 13, Da-Da and Soli might have been around 11 or so. Anyway, we used to always watch Daddy's Jean-Claude Van Damme movies. I was obsessed - he was a total bad-ass to me. We had no business watching them because they were rated R and too violent for us to be watching, but we didn't care. And after the movies, we always would play Van Damme and act out our own scenes but do all the karate moves we just saw.”

“But, he always thought he automatically got to be Van Damme because he was a boy, and he always tried to make me the stupid female sidekick. I wanted to be the badass female Van Damme, ya know?" Soli said rolling her eyes.

“Wait, where was Da-Da?” Ubbe asked.

“I always wanted to be the bad guy,” Gyda shrugged, “What? It was fun.”

"Yeah, we used to whip her ass, "Soli laughed, “So, this one day BJ and I got in this big argument about who should get to be Van Damme in our reenactment. Of course, he thought he should be because he’s a boy, and I said that I should be because I could do the split. You remember the splits he used to do, right?” She looked around the table and watched everyone nod.

That is, all except one, “No…he’s the guy with that show on HULU now, right?” Ivar asked, turning in his chair so that his outstretch leg brushed Soli’s shin under the table. “He used to do action movies?”

Rolling her eyes at the absurdity of the question, Soli reached into her small clutch bag and pulled out her phone. “I keep forgetting you’re a child. Of course, you don’t know anything about Jean-Claude Van Damme. When were you born, like 6 months ago?” She quickly found a picture of the Van Damme split online and handed her phone to Ivar.

“So, in the movie Double Impact, he did the split when he had his legs on these chairs and his pelvis was suspended between them…I knew I could do it. I had been taking gymnastics since I was six. But BJ, thought because he was a boy he was naturally superior.”

“Oh God, Beege…what happened?” Hvitserk asked popping open another beer.

“The chairs moved, man.” Bjorn said sadly, “Daddy had to take me to the hospital. My nuts twisted; sprained my dick.” He tried to hold back his laugh but listening to how funny his brothers found his childhood misfortune made Bjorn laugh, too. “Never played Van Damme again.”

“And you never bet against me again, that’s for sure.” Soli felt Ivar’s hand brush against the side of hers and when she turned to face him he was handing back her phone. She noticed that when he leaned over toward her that the first two buttons of his classic white button-down shirt were undone, exposing his thick neck, and collarbone to her. Would it be rude if she tried to get a peek down his shirt? She didn't think so. What was rude was him smelling like a clean ocean breeze or wearing that damn white shirt against his tanned skin.

Ivar put the phone in her open palm and closed his hand around hers. The hint of a smile started with one corner of his mouth and as his tongue darted out of his mouth and started worrying the bottom corner of the lip.

“So, um…you can do that split, huh?” There it was. That come sit on my face smile. She had to watch out for this little bastard.

“Yep and I can do it on a handstand,” she whispered back, and winked at him, pursing her lips to keep herself from smiling. God, this kid was so damn cute, but she shouldn't be flirting with him, even if it was who she was by nature. He was too young. It was too wrong. He was too sexy. She hadn’t had sex in a very long time. This was tricky. She knew the family. He had muscles. “Close your mouth there, Baby Ivey.” She patted his shoulder feeling the striations under her fingertips. That was another thing, she had to stop touching him!

“Hey Mom,” Soli’s son, Mani walked over to the table she was sitting at wearing a nice pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. She had made him promise to drop by for a minute, just to say hi to some of her childhood friends before he went to a party of his own. The things he did for that woman.

“There’s my Baby Boy!” Soli said, standing up. “Mani, I want you to meet my second family when I was growing up. This was my best friend, Gyda, and her brothers Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar.” She gestured her hand to each person as she said their names. “Everyone, this is my son, Miguel.”

Ivar smiled and stood up, offering his hand to shake, “I remember you from school. Cartoon Boy, right?”

Mani’s posture stiffened and his warm brown eyes hardened almost instantly, “I don’t remember Jock Strap.” Mani had hated Ivar since they were in high school. Even as a teenager he thought Ivar Raganarsson was a dick. He was an entitled asshole who thought the world owed him something. He had walked around that school like he was the shit and because Mani was younger, smaller and didn’t play sports, Ivar just fucking sucked toward him. He never bullied him, but he always acted like Mani was beneath him.

Well, fuck Ivar and his big ass beaver teeth smile…got on his fucking nerves. Mani turned his attention to the rest of the table. “It was nice to meet all of you, but I have another engagement. I just stopped by to drop something off to my mom.”

“Excuse me,” Soli said getting up from the table. She was ready to punch Mani in the throat. She had specifically told him that when he came to the house not to say anything insulting to Ivar. And if she had to listen to one more minute of how much Mani hated Ivar she was going to scream. Since she told him about that first time seeing him at the bar all she had heard was how much of an asshole Ivar had been in high school and how he stole the lead in the school play Mani’s sophomore year. Did she care? Not at all. Mani was 22 years old now and he was still holding a grudge about something that happened when he was 15.

She walked back into the house with her son following him to the front door. The fake she was forcing was hurting her face. “What the fuck was that, Mani?”

“You see him with that Fuck Boy Ricky hairstyle? I swear Mom, he’s a total Dickbag.” Mani rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “And you're friends with his people? That's a whole new level of douchery, even for you, Mom.”

“Oh my, God…I’m not. Not right now.” She got on her tiptoes to kiss her son on the cheek. “Have fun tonight. I love you.”

“I’m telling you, watch that fucktard.”

"Get out," Soli pushed her son out of the door and sighed. This was reason number 4,037 why she never dated. Mani hated and had something to say about everyone. Not saying that she wanted to date Ivar or anything, but just saying that Mani had a problem with every male that she was even friendly with. It was hopeless. Her ex-husband was going to be the last man she’d ever have sex with. Oh, the humanity of it all...

Soli walked back to the family table with a fresh glass of wine and sat back with a smile as she watched the siblings pose for their family photos. The pictures were going to be gorgeous - they were a beautiful family. There were so many photos being taken, too. There were poses of Ragnar, both his wives, all of his children, and grandchildren. Even the photos of the divisions of the families were beautiful. But the most captivating thing to Soli was that Ivar was the photographer.

He was so patient and genuinely seemed to be having a good time doing it. He was a natural. He laughed as he directed his family and smiled a huge, smile with every picture he took. He was engaging and extremely creative. Looking at him, she would have never have guessed he had an artistic side to him. When Soli realized that she had a full-blown smile on her face watching Ivar and not the family she shook her head and grabbed her phone for a distraction.

Taking a sip of wine, she checked her text messages and almost choked. There as only one missed message and it was from a number that she didn't recognize. He must have called himself on her phone to get her number.

She couldn't stop the big ass smile from spreading across her face as she read:

‘Splits and handstands? I💓 gymnastics! ~ Baby Ivey’

So, girl, that’s what happened with that. Don’t worry, we are about to get into the good shit, I promise. I'm telling this story honey and bitch I'm building suspense.

I'll talk to you later girl. And next time, I ping you, answer your girl. Don’t be screening me like I’m that dude at the club that you trying to get rid of.

Chapter 1

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Pairing: ShikamaruSakura Rated: G Word count: 1897 Summary: Whether or not they cover all the usual milestones of a relationship could not matter less to either of them as long as they have each other. And maybe, after they talk about it, a little more than that.

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First Comes Love

“Have you ever wanted children?”

Sakura dropped the thermometer she’d been holding, catching it with her other hand and promptly shoving it inside her boyfriend’s mouth. “What the hell!? You can’t just- I’m in the middle of giving you a physical! Do you have no sense of romance at all!?”

“It’s been on my mind.” Shikamaru used his tongue to flick the glass tube over to the other side of his mouth, away from the raw skin where he was still healing from getting too close to an enemy katon. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Well maybe you should have asked me at a more appropriate time!”

“Troublesome. Now’s as good a time as any, right?”

Fingers clenching, Sakura reached for whatever was closest just to have something to occupy her hands with. The clipboard gave a creak of protest at the tightness of her grip. “Why’ve you got kids on the mind, of all things?”

“My elders have been badgering me about it,” Shikamaru told her.

“Oh…”

“You look like that wasn’t the answer you wanted.” He leaned in a little closer to peer up under the bangs she had left hanging in front of her face today.

She didn’t answer him at first. This was a place of work, after all, and she did take her job quite seriously. Just because checkups weren’t quite as high energy and didn’t require as much of her chakra as surgery or fieldwork didn’t mean it wasn’t important. Both of them remained silent as she slowly recorded the thermometer’s results and made a few other notations in her chart.

“Most people”-she blurted finally-“talk about kids because they want them. Family and love and the future, that kind of stuff.” She stopped when Shikamaru reached out to grab one of her hands but refused to look up until he huffed and chucked her under the chin with his unoccupied fingers.

“I never said I wasn’t also thinking about all that,” he murmured.

This time when she peeked he was wearing a smile that made her flush, feeling a bit silly.

“Well you could have led with it,” she said. He chuckled, pulling the clipboard away from her and dragging her in close.

“Quit stalling, woman. I don’t want to give anyone else any answers until I talk to you about this. We’re not...I know I haven’t given you a ring or anything yet but we both know this is it. You’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else. Whether or not we have kids doesn’t matter as much to me as keeping you does. So if you don’t want them then I don’t want you to feel guilty or something.” He scrubbed at the back of his head, clearly feeling awkward yet forging onwards anyway. It was just cute enough that Sakura couldn’t help leaning in to press a soft kiss against his cheek.

“You’re it for me too,” she whispered.

Red creeping in to his cheeks, Shikamaru grinned. “Yeah?”

“I don’t need a ring to make me stay. And I don’t need some fancy ceremony to love you forever, I would do that regardless. Whether we get married or not really only matters to your elders.”

“Bunch of tiresome old windbags,” he grumbled.

Sakura took a deep breath and looked down at her feet for a moment, gathering her courage. Then she looked up again and hoped that her face looked as confident as she was trying to make her voice sound. “So kids, huh?”

“There never seemed to be a good time to bring it up.” Shikamaru gave an apologetic shrug.

“We do get interrupted a lot. Even at home. I suppose here where patient privacy is all but revered would be your safest bet. Still, you could use a little more tact!” Her hands found their way to her hips almost by muscle memory, bottom lip pushing out in an irritated pout if only to hide the smile that tried to take over her face. Her partner rolled his eyes.

“Geez,” was all he said, fingers drumming against the pocket where she knew he kept his cigarettes, a nasty habit that showed up again and again in times of stress.

Before she gave any sort of answer Sakura needed to ask an important question of her own. Right from the start of their relationship the two of them had clicked together like matryoshka dolls, crafted just for each other, a perfect fit, but there were still things they’d never bothered to talk about after all these years. Just because they agreed on lots of things didn’t mean they were guaranteed to keep that record for every new subject that came up.

“Do...you even want children?” she asked him. “You’re always happy to babysit little Mirai but I could never tell if you do like kids or if it was just...she looks so much like Asuma-sensei…” Bringing up his old teacher felt like a low blow; she just couldn’t think of any better way to bring up her point. Thankfully he looked far from offended.

“I don’t think I’d mind having some of my own.”

“Okay but not minding and actually wanting them are two different things,” Sakura pointed out.

“True.”

Shikamaru took her hands in his own again and the smile he gave her was the same one he had worn the day he asked her out for their very first date, a quiet happiness one might almost call shy if a man so laid back could ever be shy about anything. Just seeing that particular curl of his lips made Sakura realize that she already knew the answer he was about to give. Or rather, she knew the gist of it. Nothing could have prepared her for the actual words he murmured softly in to the space between them.

“I think about it sometimes, you know? A little girl with my hair or maybe a boy with your eyes. Watching you teach this new life how to walk and how to talk and not to touch the stove when it’s hot. How good it would be to...to come home from a long mission and then both of you would smile at me and the whole world would be okay again.” He met her gaze and let her see that his eyes were just as misty as her own. “So yeah. Yeah I’d like kids. I want your kids, a family with you, a little you to dote on and a little me that I could teach the Shadow Style to. I just didn’t know how to ask in case you didn’t want any, you know? Because how do I say that you’re enough? Yeah I want kids but I want you more, I want you to be happy.”

“All that? All that would make me very happy,” Sakura whispered.

“Yeah?”

Pressing her face in to the crook of his neck, Sakura nodded, her voice a little choked when she replied. “Yeah.”

“I was never sure. You love your job so much; sometimes when I thought about bringing it up I didn’t because I wasn’t sure you would ever want to give all this up.”

“Having kids doesn’t mean I have to give up working any of my jobs.”

Shikamaru huffed out a laugh. “You and I both know that every nurse in this hospital would go in to spasms of overprotectiveness the second they realized you were pregnant. They won’t let you take so much as a step inside the building unless it’s for a check up and you wouldn’t see a single sheet of paperwork until at least a couple months after the birth - let alone missions!!”

Picturing it, she realized that he was right. Sakura did her best to suppress the shudder of horror as she came to terms with just how utterly bored she was likely to be for several months of her pregnancy. Still, a little boredom for a few months was such a small inconvenience when the reward was a lifetime of raising and loving and supporting a little piece of both herself and the man she adored. Almost anything would be worth that.

“Tell you what,” she said, shifting her weight to a more confident stance. “I’ll make you a deal. You help me hide the pregnancy from all these nosey nurses for as long as possible and I’ll let you name the first one.”

“Shikadai - if it’s a boy.” His entire face flushed when she blinked at him with surprise.

“You’ve been giving this quite a bit of thought, huh?”

“Just a little.” Under his breath he muttered something about troublesome women who sussed out all of his secrets with nothing but a smile. “You, er, you said the ‘first’. Does that mean you wouldn’t mind more than one?”

A cherry flush rose up on her own cheeks to match his. “I don’t exactly want a whole classroom to myself but yeah. More than one sounds...it sounds good. Listening to children play together in another room, a whole big family sitting around the dinner table, that sounds like a good life.”’

“Life with you will always be good,” Shikamaru assured her.

“Smooth talker,” she accused him.

He didn’t bother to refute the claim. Pulling her down for a kiss was easier, a much more pleasant distraction. Sakura easily allowed herself to sink in to the affection for a few moments before she pulled away suddenly with a gasp.

“I am supposed to be giving you a physical, mister! Ooh you are a sneaky genius!” Her eyes narrowed, watching her partner look away with a nervous chuckle. “Seemed as good a time as any my left buttuck! You were trying to distract me to get out of having your checkup, weren’t you?”

“We did need to talk about it,” Shikamaru pointed out.

“Hmph!”

One hand snapped out to grab the clipboard he had taken away from her while the other dug in to the pocket of her hospital coat for a pen, glaring to cover the way she still wanted to smile. What a ridiculous man. His eyes grew wide when she reached for the thermometer again as if wondering where she was going to put it this time and it was hard not to laugh at such an expression.

Doing her best to keep a level, authoritative tone, Sakura cleared her throat and said, “I’m going to need you to lie down on the bed.”

“Ah crap. Don’t take anything off, alright? At least not until we actually make some kids!”

That was too much. Sakura nearly dropped her pen with the force of the laughter that burst out of her, growing only louder when Shikamaru shouted over the noise to demand whether she was being serious or not. For perhaps the millionth time she was reminded of just how grateful she was for the places life had led her. She wondered, briefly, how it was that she got so lucky. To be blessed with such an amazing partner in her life, to know they both couldn’t wait to create new life together, to set both feet on the path to their future and know that he would always be walking beside her no matter what came next.

She couldn’t wait to hear the patter of little feet following after them.

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jeonandjoonie · 4 years

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All for Seokjin, Part 2 (Final)

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All for Seokjin part 1, Part 2(Final)

Your attempt to get with Seokjin. college au. Seokjin X Reader.

word count: ~4.5k

W: writing may not be perfect!, but i hope you enjoy it :)

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Yes, it’s true. Here you are in the passenger seat while Seokjin drives you to the forest.

You felt like a princess when you took his hand in front of all those people. Seokjin squeezed your hand before scurrying off gleefully to pack a second backpack for you.

You heard snickers in the room, so you quickly dropped your hand to the side when you came back to reality. You stood there for a moment fighting the urge to hug your hand and caress it onto your face.

The room was silent until Yoongi spoke up. Being the one who invited you, he felt responsible for you.

“Hey __-“ He began

But you quickly cut him off not wanting anyone to destroy this perfect (and ridiculous) opportunity.

“This is such a great opportunity for me” You plastered on a grand smile on your face. “I’m so happy”

You didn’t bother to sweep the room knowing they were probably giving you looks that will crush the courage you had in you. You did however hear Taehyung laugh saying, “It’s like a dreams come true!”.

Thankfully Seokjin came out carrying two backpacks. “Here” he said panting, “ the supplies you’ll need are all right there”.

Scoffs, snickers, laughter, whispers, and every other noise that a pack of young adults and a high schooler could do in times of amusement and pity were heard.

And out the door you went with him. You placed the bag on the back seats of his black pickup truck. Expecting him to be watching you, you gracefully sat yourself on the seat and bucked your seatbelt as you imagined a swan would. You turned your head towards him with a small smile.

Even if this “activity” was odd you still had to use this opportunity and milk it for all its worth.

However, Seokjin was happily munching away on a granola bar as he scrolled through his phone.

You felt the vibrations of your phone in your back pocket. Already knowing it was probably everyone telling you to go back, you decided to put your phone. You didn’t need any distractions. You did however pit your location on, you know just in case.

“Alright’’, he said loudly not caring that it was close to midnight by now, “Let’s get going…” he stopped and eyed you warily as you gave him your coy smile”… partner” he hesitated.

Wow, partner? What does that mean? Is that a “Howdy Partner!” or a love partner. Nonetheless you knew you had to respond before you both end up in an awkward silence.

“Yes Seokjin…or err partner” you repeated his nickname and watched as he blushed turning his head. Yeah you did that. You smiled proudly at yourself and counted to ramble on about your interest in extraterrestrial life. Earning a chuckle or two when you mentioned how you first begin your interest after watching History’s channel, Ancient Aliens. He laughed and shook his head as if indicating what an amateur and naïve beginners’ step that was. You continued your monologue and spoke of how you wished they were nice and would teach humanity and help us in advancement. At this Seokjin also laughed and looked at you with a smile on his face.

Were these good signs? you thought to yourself. So you continued to ramble on about peace and prosperity.

Once you’ve both got off the highway and started to drive towards broken paved roads with no streetlights you began to feel uneasy. The darkens suddenly scared you a little. Once you took a breath from your rambling you realized you didn’t even let him say anything besides, “really” and “oh”.

“You know… partner” Seokjin begin eyeing you as he started to slow down on the uneven road path headered towards the forest. “Once we enter the forest you can’t talk anymore. Only speak if It’s necessary, okay?”.

“Okay”, You replied robotically wanting to kick yourself for going off on a nervous rambling. You hoped he didn’t think of you as a narcissist alien amateur.

“How about you?” you asked him in a way to save yourself.

“Me?” Seokjin laughed, “that’s a long story”. He titled his head to the said keeping a smile on his face. You expected him to say more as you continued to stare at him expectantly.

He turned to you Feeling your stare, he turned to you seeing your fixation no his elongated arms on the steering wheel.

Ooh um” he coughed bring your eyes to his face. Seokjin looked back to the road.

“Yes, it’s actually a traumatic experience. I don’t like to talk about it”.

“Oh, oh, yeah, right, you don’t have to tell me” you reassured him. Poor baby.

Seokjin sighed, “Well its more so, I don’t want anyone to deny my experience”.

You looked at him waiting for more.

“People are always trying to write it off that it was something else like sleep paralysis or I don’t know”.

You blinked at him. He peeked at your curious expression.

So, he quickly let out his story that was in fact not long.

“I came out here to camp with my family about 3 years ago. During the night I woke up and I was surrounded by people only they weren’t people. They were aliens, I know it.” his grip tightened on the steering wheel. If it was on any other occasion you knew you would find it extremely hot.

“I want back to sleep or unconsciousness” he continued “and when I woke up, I was back in my tent with my older brother sleeping next to me. It was early morning the sun was just coming out. I couldn’t get up until he woke up. I was scared, honestly, I begged my family for us to go and I told them. They didn’t believe it of course but we left. After that I started my search and research. I know it’s real, but it’s scary. What were they doing to me?”

You didn’t know what to say to him, so you opted with “why are you looking for them?”

“I don’t know…because I’m an idiot, because I’m trying to get over my fear, or maybe its cause I’m trying to prove to myself that it was real” he softly said.

Poor baby.

Poor sweet baby.

He was in a turmoil. And here you are admiring his long eyelashes and pink plushed lips. Do you really deserve him? Yes, you can be supportive.

“You probably think I’m crazy” he turned his head and giving you a hopeless smile. The car stopped.

“Seokjin I don’t know if what you experienced was real or not, I can’t tell you that, but I’ll be here by your side”.

“Thanks partner” he said patting your head.

Your heart fluttered as you felt the palm of his hand pat your head. You felt yourself melt into his touch.

“Let’s go, yeah?” he whispered.

“eah” you reposed in the same tone hoping to keep the seductive and vulnerable vibe going.

“WHOOO” Seokjin suddenly shouted making you jump in your seat.

“LET’S GO” he practically kicked his car door opened and jumped off the truck headed towards the side door to retrieve both your backpacks.

You remained in your seat stunted by the shout and deflated by the disappointment of no romance.

Who knew this guy was dramatic.

“So Seokjin” you said removing your seatbelt. You turned your head around to watch as he draped the backpacks over his body. Aww was he going to carry yours. “what are in those?”

His head shot up, “Just supplies” he mumbled.

“Like what?” you may be in love, but you are no fool.

“You know the essentials’” he shrugged. Noticing that you made no attempt to move he sighed. “Fine”.

He removed both bags and placed them back on the seat. He unzipped the bag and you saw its contents.

Food.

Well not all food but the majority were snacks. You almost gasped with the variety of them.

“this is all food” you stated with wide eyes.

“No” Seokjin defended himself as his ears become red “ there’s also other stuff here, see?” he moved the boxes and plastic wrappers to the side, showing you a blanket, heat packets, flashlights, water, and a laptop.

“That’s it.” you responded. You don’t know what you were expecting, but a knife maybe, probably some expensive tech you never heard about.

“what about the other one?” you asked.

“It’s the same thing” he said “ but if you must look” he unzipped it to reveal more snacks. He twirled the food around and revealed to you a blanket that had alpacas on it, more hot packets, and headphones.

At this you laughed. He was so cute. Seokjin only blushed more.

“Yah, get off now let’s go”.

You came around to his side and found both bags on him.

“Do you want some help?” you asked him.

“I got it” he winked.

He winked at you that’s two times this night.

“So how long do these take” you asked following close behind him.

“I’m only out here for an hour or so”.

You both started walking down the marked trail. Remembering his rules of no talking you reminded silent. Refraining yourself from asking him about the essence of who Seokjin is?

Seokjin walked casually down the trail ever so often picking up pace when he heard a noise or rustle from a bush. He then suddenly turned left, walking off the trail. Surprised and slightly worried you quickly jogged behind him grabbing a hold of his arm.

“Hey Seok-“

“GAHHH” he yelled pulling back from you.

You stared at him wide eyes.

“I’m sorry are you okay”

“You sacred me” he said a hand to his chest looking at you as if you are in the wrong.

“I’m sorry” you repeated. “did you forget I was here?”

“No, no, what” he slurred out his words at a rush to save himself. “Of course, not” he looked away from you “I may be kind of afraid” he confessed “this scary stuff kind of scares me”. He smiled shily at you.

Huh, then how does he do these routinely alien hunting?

As if reading the question on your face he confessed “I usually just get out for a bit until I get too freaked out then I run back to my truck and just wait it out there”.

You looked at him. “OH, right”.

“Sorry” Seokjin said “I’m not that great, huh”. He placed both his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t turn out to be who you thought I was, did I?”

At this you felt blindsided. Who did he think you thought he was? Did he know? Did he catch on to your mini stalker lifestyle and feelings towards him?

“I-I” you gulped like a fish.

He sighed, “not the great handsome alien hunter you expected”.

He took your silence as a cue to begin a monologue.

“I know with my handsome face, that people expect me to become an actor a model- which is what I’m studying for, on the dean’s list and already have been in every production crated by our university and the small theathre in town. I’ve been stopped by so many entertainment agencies. But regardless of that, I-“

Before he could ruin anymore of the image you created of him in your mind you lifted a finger to his lips “Seokjin shhh, be quiet”.

With your finger on his lips seokjin felt the pad linger and slowly drift downwards pulling apart his lips as you arm lost strength. You felt your courage diminish as you felt the smoothness of his plush lips. Lush. Fluff. These are the lips, the face, the puppy eyes that you’ve dreamt about for years.

“Partner” he tried to whisper as your finger still lingered on his lip.

You shuffled closer to Seokjin until you were almost chest to chest. You let your finger trace the outline of his lip. Resting your hand to cup his face.

Your heart was calm. You always imagined your heart to be racing one hundred miles per hour in the moment that you were to kiss Seokjin. You also didn’t expect to be off in the forest somewhere at 12 am looking for aliens. But your heart was calm you felt at peace as if this is where you were supposed to be. In this moment you were focused on Seokjin and Seokjin only. Trying to figure out how his skin feels so smooth and moisturized under your palm. You stared fixed into his eyes. He stared right back.

Soekjin leaned in closer to you as you slowly titled your head up.

You can’t believe your about to kiss him. Is this real life? Is this a dream? How did this even happen?

You felt the warmth of his body all over you and his quick breath (which by the way smelled of mint, is there anything wrong with him?) fawn on your face in a graceful wave of blessings.

You didn’t want to close your eyes, but he did, so you didn’t want to be that wiredo who kept them open. You didn’t know when you’ll have a chance to be this close to him. As you fluttered your eyes and where looming over each other’s lips, you felt Seokjin finally wrap his arms around your waist.

Wow.

This was the moment. Your kiss with Seokjin. And given the fact that he grabbed you would indict that he also wanted to kiss you. All those years of pinning after him. Your plan to befriend his friends to become closer to him all have worked out. It all happened so fast. You thought it’ll be months before you would be in this position, but you wouldn’t change it for a thing. Not when it presented itself before you in the chilly night with the moons light as your backdrop. If kissing him took about a week, imagine marrying him. Within a month you’ll be his wife!

This is it. This is what true love stories, fairytales, miracles, and all of the above are made of.

This moment with him.

With Seokjin, this handsome film and acting student and self-proclaimed alien hunter.

Seokj-

BEEEEEEP! BEEEP BEEP BEEP! WOOOP WOOP!

You both jumped away from each other’s arms. Seokjin yelled once again from the loud sound.

You were in such a shock yourself. You didn’t even have a second to consider blowing your head off for the missed opportunity to kiss Seokjin.

What the hell was going on?

Who dared interrupt your perfect moment.

At this point, fueled by Seokjins yells and trembling body, you grabbed his arm with such ferocity to hid behind some bushes you saw on your right.

Your eyes saw red. You felt absolute rage. Your heaven soon turned into a darkens that angered you. The moonlight now mocked your hopeless attempt.

“H-hey….partner” you finally heard the shaking boy whisper next to you. You turned to look at him. Upon seeing his shaking from and fearful face you pitied him. You placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

“Do-yo-you think it’s the aliens?” he asked you with his wide eyes. The eyes that hold his soul.

“I don’t know” you said truthfully. Honestly what was that notice? Was it aliens? You were not ready to face aliens.

“Oh my” Seokjin muttered to himself upon seeing the color drain from your face.

You really hoped it wasn’t, but you remembered your mission was to capture aliens for him.

“Do you want to go see? I think the sound came from over there” you pointed to the direction. Both your heads turned to the sight. Suddenly a mixture of green and purple colors shone from between the trees. Before Seokjin could start yelling again you quickly clamped a hand over his face to muffle the yells that were inevitable going to come out. Seeing that he was frozen in his spot. You shakily reached for the phone in your pocket and began to record.

You almost dropped your phone upon seeing the screen of your phone. The lights were not being captured!

But when you looked up the green and purple were still there.

“Seokjin…Seokjin”, you grabbed onto his arm, “we need to get out of here”

You showed him your phone and the lack of green and purple colors showcasing from the screen.

You watched as Seokjins face morphed into fear.

He grabbed your arm and dragged you back to where he assumed was the trials which had to be opposite from the light source.

It wasn’t. After running plenty away, you both were panting out of breath. You looked at the damage which were your shoes that were filled of dirt and twigs and who knows what else.

“Are you okay?’ he asked you flipping his hair in a way that shouldn’t be considered sexy in this crisis.

“Yeah” you replied looking back “do you think we’re far away?”

“I hope so”

“Do you know where we are?”

“No” he admitted.

You looked at your phone.

“It’s okay, my location still connects”, you said before he could beat himself up even more , “We can get out” you said more to yourself. You started to follow the compass on your maps app trying to find a way out.

Panic must have been shown on your face as Seokjin quickly stopped you from turning your head around and out of your body.

“Let me try, I know the trials of this place” he zoomed into the maps to reveal the trial names.

“Ahh”, he said, “ there. Follow me”.

“Wait”, you called out to him, “give me the bags”

He looked at you with that cute confused look. How can everything about him be so adorable.

“You’ve carried them this whole time, they must be heavy by now”.

“Oh”, he looked down blushing, “I’m okay”.

“No” you protested reaching out to the strap around his chest. At this proximity you were both simultaneously reminded of the kiss that was about to take place. Blush appearing on both your faces you quickly released your hands.

“Please” you said looking back at his face to see him looking at the ground as he played with the dirt with his shoes.

He looked up and gave you a shy smile “okay, but only for a few minutes. Then I’ll get them back”. You nodded happily. Finally, you will be able to help and assist your man.

Once you placed both backpacks around your shoulders you both started to walk towards Seokjins direction.

You gasped when you saw two red marks on both his shoulders that were caused by the backpacks.

“What’s wrong?”, he asked turning to you with fright in his eyes. He looked like he was ready to bolt.

“Nothing” you replied Shaking your head not wanting to alarm him. You’ll deal with it once you were both in the safety of the vehicle.

“I just…wow! This really is heavy”, you commented, “You’re so strong”

Seokjin turned around and laughed “thanks partner!”.

Partner. Once again that word. You started to become suspicious that maybe Seokjin forgot your name.

Are you just becoming paranoid after witnessing an event that your brain is currently in the process of hiding in the depths of your mind?

Does he know your name? You want to hear him say your name.

“Seokjin” you said once again this time walking alongside him. “where do you get partner from?” you feigned a chuckle, “haha I haven’t heard it used unironically before”

“Oh, uhh ummm” Seokijn quickly turned his head so you wouldn’t look at is face or more so that he wouldn’t see your face and feel the guilt.

You placed your hand on his arm to stop him. He halted with his body directed forward.

“Seokjin, do you know my name?”

He sighed and slumped his shoulders.

“No” he whispered, deflated.

Ouch. Humiliation and utter devastation are not strong enough words to describe your feelings at that moment. Here you were thinking Seokjin was calling you “partner” as an endearment but it’s because he forgot your name.

You retracted your hand as if burnt. It hurt.

Before you go into overdrive in your questions and begin to over think and become insecure you simply nodded and continued forward.

“Hey, I’m sorry” Seokjin said catching up to you.

“I-I just didn’t think I’ll see you again, I don’t remember….it just didn’t stick”

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

Were you not memorable? He didn’t think he’ll see you again? It didn’t stick?

You would think you would burst into tears, but it felt as if you were pinched back into reality.

You continued walking feeling the anger building inside of you. You didn’t know where you were going, but at this point you didn’t care. You just wanted to get away.

Cursing at yourself you realized you should of just played it cool and not shown how upset you were about it. But it was embarrassing how you took every opportunity to say his name, even to the point of over doing it.

Seokjin walked behind you like a scolded puppy, but you didn’t care you were tired and felt pathetic.

Well at least he had some sense to remain silent. He would occasionally tell you “left” or “right” to direct you out of the forest. Upon reaching the clearing and seeing his truck you abruptly snatched your phone from his hands and stomped to the passenger side. Waiting for him to open it. With another defeated sigh he unlocked the doors and climbed in. You threw the bags to the back waiting for the drive to begin.

You knew you were being rude, but what’s the point, he already indirectly rejected you. (insert sad face).

What you thought could be gold ended up being fool’s gold.

…But wait a minute you thought as you started to go through the day’s events trying to locate the red flags…

“YOU WERE GOING TO KISS ME”. You shouted. Once again giving Seokjin perhaps his 15 scare that night.

You turned to him, glaring at him.

“You were gonna kiss me and you didn’t know my name, because it didn’t stick or was is because you didn’t think you’ll see me again?”

“No, I-I- uhh”

“Oh, I see. You’re a hit it and quit it, got it”.

“No , no, no” Seokjin tried to defend himself as you accuse his gentlemen manners.

He stole glances at your fuming form that was still glaring into him.

“It’s not like that, I just didn’t remember”

You still stayed glaring at his pretty head, damn him for still looking undeniably attractive and cute.

“Listen, it took me years to memorize my government ID number”

You scoffed.

“I’m sorry, I just- I just didn’t remember, I was hoping I’ll hear it somewhere, but it looked like you really liked it when I called you partner so I just left it at that”.

At this you rolled your eyes. No matter what men will be men.

“I really like it” you mimicked him.

Seokjin this time seemed to be getting upset as he huffed and quickly turned the wheel, stopping the car to a halt. Thankfully you were back in the city and pulled a side a large street. At that moment you wished you were wearing peals so you could cutch them at the fierceness and fast turning of the car. Seokjin placed the car in park and turned on the emergency lights.

Oh, this is serious, you thought to yourself as he unbuckled his seat belt so he could turn fully towards you.

“You really like me, don’t you?” Seokjin asked trying to meet your eyes that quickly down casted.

If you were expecting anything it was not that. Pulling over the car and telling you to “get in the back seat now, cause you made Daddy angry” seemed more probable then this detrimental question.

“What do you mean?” you asked him as you nervously clipped the nail polish off your nails.

“When you are me, seeing that look on a person face usually means one thing”

Wait. what. Was he really hyping himself up right now?

You trend you face up to see him sigh and slowly shake his head.

“Just a heads up, pretty people should know when someone likes them, you get the looks all the time, it’s really noticeable when you focus on them”.

The humiliation that you already had seething inside you engulfed into higher flames that turned icy cold.

At this point you were speechless because you didn’t know if you should cry or slap him.

You wanted to look away from his (beautiful) face, but it was hard to look away at the angel of death as he takes away any remaining life that you have left in you.

“Pretty people should know”, he repeated staring straight into your soul, “So tell me, why don’t you know?”

You heart stopped.

“The truth is…I kind of blacked out when you first came, then a second time when you said your name”. Seokjin looked down his face turning red at his confession. He scratched the back of his neck looking forward, straightening his body.

You in turn kept staring at him. Now your heart felt like it was overworking itself. Is he really saying what you think he is saying?

“I didn’t ask you again because I didn’t want to make a bad impression and you honestly looked like you liked “partner” he said the nickname with a little sadness. Now feeling betrayed by the name. “I was going to text Yoongi, for your name but then the whole lights thing happened. I’m sorry”.

You wanted to believe him, but he was an actor and he could be saying all this just to save himself. But why would he care so much? because you were Yoongis friend who was going to start rapping or maybe its cause it past 1 am and you are both stopped at the side of a lonely road in the city.

He sneaked a peak at you and upon seeing absolutely no change from your expression since his confession, he got scared and begin to ramble.

“Honestly, I was about to kiss you. You should know I don’t just kiss anyone. I am exclusive. I’m Kim Seokjin, member of Bangtan and promising actor of our university”

In his ramble you quickly bookmarked the words “member of Bangtan” in your mind for future questioning.

“You should know that a handsome alien hunter like myself wouldn’t kiss someone he didn’t like”.

“Can you stop blaming me for everything” you finally spoke out.

“I’m sorry”, he quickly said, “I’m not good at confessing , I’m sorry, I never done this before”.

You snort, out of everything you believe that for sure.

Should you believe him?, should you trust what he says? I mean it’s just your name, right? This is what you wanted and here he is the main man telling you in his out of touch inexperienced way that he likes you. It would be arrogant for you to write him off for that mistake. And to think that your beauty made him go blank does a lot to your ego. After spending a night with Seokjin, the image that you created in your head of him was completely shattered, the many day dreams you envisioned with him from the little times you’ve seen him and heard of him, explained nothing or showed nothing to who he really is as a person. This person whom you are sitting next to is the real Seokjin, not the idol image you’ve grown to believe and yearn for. This was real, just as much as you are real. And he deserves the respect of you to judge him for who he is and to like him for who he is and not for the idol-like image you made of him in your brain.

Seokjin smiles at you, a last attempt to show you his sincerity. You liked this Kim Seokjin way better than the one you made up in your mind.

“So” you asked placing your hand on his shoulder smiling up a him, “For how long have you liked me?”

FIN

#seokjin #kim seokjin #aliens #jin x reader #bts #bts college #bts college au #bts x reader

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Two Faced (Ch.2)

➵ Pairing(s): Gang!Jungkook x Female!OC & Gang!Mark Lee x Female!OC x Gang!Seokjin

➵ Genre(s): College!AU, Mafia/Gang!AU, Angst, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Love Triangle & Slight-Fluff

➵ Warning(s): None for this chapter

➵ Words: 4.9K

➵ Co-writer: @softjeon

➵ Summary: Two girls. Two gangs. One craved absolute control over the city of Seoul. While, the other simply craved sleep and good grades. Now, what do these two ladies have in common? Simple. They have nothing in common—or so they think. Everyone knows the saying, “never judge a book by its cover”, so maybe there is something more to these two than meets the eye…especially when one of them is suddenly thrown into the underground life. Loyalties will be tested. Romance will blossom. Yup. Sounds like an average college day…

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Chapter 2 - Being Watched

A few days later, Sumin barely slept a wink. The dark undertones that decorated her eyes. The tiny bags that formed on her under eyelid. Honestly, it appeared as if she had went without rest for months. Why?

Well…

It was all because of her damn roommate.

Ever since she saw Sowon sneak out the window late at night, so many questions swarmed Sumin’s mind. More specifically, questions about Sowon’s well-being haunted her to the point that she couldn’t get a good night’s rest knowing that her mysterious roommate was out there doing God knows what.

Maybe something happened to her...or maybe she’s doing something that she wasn’t supposed to do.

Honestly, Sumin’s nearly at the point of developing like a conspiracy theory board, just so she could figure out what in the Hell was Sowon up to—especially—around midnight.

Currently, on the hunt for Sowon, Sumin walked down the brick pathway, silently admiring the trees and how the leaves would slightly shake from the wind.

Her eyes scanned every direction, slowly losing hope as the minutes rolled by.

“Where could you be, you stubborn woman?” The aggravated woman muttered to herself as she continued her journey.

On the other side of campus was where Sowon remained hidden. Not because she feared her cute little roommate’s wrath but because she wanted to spend a little one-on-one with her lover. Forcing to hide because of a rising, rivalry gang sucked, but she understood why her members demanded that she posed as a college student.

Their leaders safety was their number one priority...

“Thank you,” Sowon mumbled, as she put her arms around the man she called her boyfriend.

“I got you, babe,” Jungkook caught her chin and kissed her, a kiss meant to reassure her that she could count on him. As he’d hoped, she gripped the front of his leather jacket fiercely, dragging him against her as she kissed him back, pouring all the worry and love into it. To say that everything has been quite a mess in her life lately, would have been an understatement for Sowon—but at least she had her boys and Jungkook. He locked his arm around her back and kissed her hard and deep. He absolutely loved the feeling of her body against his, of the way she was leaning on him for comfort and strength. He pressed a kiss to her hair, when his gaze locked onto another girl. One that he wasn’t familiar with yet seemed like she knew Sowon with the way she stomped right over to them. Jungkook let go of his girlfriend, leaning back against his motorbike as he squeezed Sowon’s butt once, earning an eye roll from her.

“Go and study, baby girl,” Jungkook teased her and before Sowon could say anything back, Sumin’s voice was already scolding her only a few steps away.

“Calm down, sunshine,” She said and swung her arm around the younger girl, “Let’s go and get to our lecture…”

“…it’s over…you missed it! It’s lunch time now!” Sumin mumbled angrily, wanting answers to why the other girl had sneaked out of the window and not come back. She had been staying awake almost the whole night, waiting for her.

Curse her caring nature…

“Oh well, then let’s go and eat something,” Sowon said happily and rubbed her belly, “I’m hungry anyways.”

Sumin gawked; anger bubbled within the pit of her stomach. If she was bold, she would strangle her roommate for not only missing classes but keeping her up for the entire night. She could not stress the importance of getting full night's sleep. Sleep was considered to be wonderful brain food. If her brain hadn’t gotten its much needed fuel, she would be failing all her classes and more than likely act like Sowon.

Now, that was a disturbing thought.

“Fine...we can get food, but you are going to your next lecture!” Sumin shouted, stomping away from the big-breasted woman.

Sowon snorted, finding the younger girl quite hilarious. Though, it just occurred to her that Sumin knew what and where her next lecture was. What made that thought funnier was that she never told Sumin her “schedule”.

Yup. Her roomie kept piquing her interests.

“And how do you know what and where my next lecture is?” Sowon questioned, smirking.

Sumin, unbothered to glance over her shoulder, answered,

“I just do!”

Sowon laughed. Not because of Sumin’s short answer but because of what happened next. Sumin collided into someone causing the poor girl to trip over her feet and fall flat on her ass.

“Oh shit. Are you okay?” asked the person, not knowing that certain lady was merely a few feet away.

A faint groan escaped her lips as she debated whether to remain on the sidewalk or suck up her pride and get up. Right now, she wanted to remain lying down and pray that someone steps on her.

“This is why you need me, my little innocent ray of sunshine!” shouted her roommate as she jogged up to her side. Sowon then kneeled beside her and offered a hand.

“No. This is why I don’t need you.” said Sumin, emphasizing a certain word.

Sowon rolled her eyes. Though, as she did, she caught glimpse of a certain pretty boy that so happened to be also a member of her gang. The fuck was Seokjin doing here?

Quickly shaking off the feeling of familiarity, Sowon feigned ignorance and ignored the man. She stood up and pulled Sumin with her, much to the girl’s dismay.

“I think you almost tore my arm out of its socket…” Sumin muttered as she rubbed her shoulder.

Sowon only smiled, shooting her a playful yet flirtatious wink.

Looking over her shoulder, she furrowed her brows at Seokjin, mouthing the words that could mean something like “the fuck are you doing here?” but Seokjin didn’t even care and kept a few feet away.

Sowon turned her attention back to Sumin, “So…what about some late night studies tonight, huh? We could get us some coffee and see for how long we can stay upright on our chairs in the library, sounds like fun, right?”

Eyeing Seokjin, who sat himself a few tables away from the two, Sowon bit into the sandwich she had bought herself, not caring about any etiquette, as she leaned her arm over her leg, that she had put up on the chair.

“We could meet up after seminars and shit,” The older girl said with a mouth full off food, reaching for her cup of coffee right after.

Sowon had absolutely no interest in studying, but with Sumin around, no one would expect anything, if she would do some of her business right there. Taehyung had wanted to inform her about the whereabouts of some certain gang anyway. And no one would suspect anything there. In the library—between shelves and an endless amount of boring books.

“So, what do you say? Want to do some power studying?” She asked in a questioning tone as she silently berated herself for not coming up with something more convincing.

Sumin hummed in response, playing with the few pieces she had left of her grilled chicken salad.

“I guess I can use a change of scenery! Besides, my mom always told me that the best place to get your school work done is at the library.” Sumin said, agreeing to Sowon’s idea.

Sowon scoffed yet she had a playful smile painted on her lips.

“Do you always do what mommy dearest says?” She teased before taking a sip of her coffee

“Not all the time…” muttered Sumin as she held her drink to her lips. The straw rested nicely against her bottom lip.

“I find that hard to believe, but alright.” Sowon shrugged as she glanced around the dining hall. In doing so, she had instantly picked up on not one, not two, but three familiar faces. What the fuck?

“It’s true! One time, I typed up my four-page essay just two days before the due date. My mom says to never leave your work until the very last minute.”

“Ooh….what a naughty girl you are.”

Now carrying a bunch of books about famous court cases, Sumin continued to struggle; her arms trembled from the combined weight of the seven books she carried. Tiny groans escaped her lips as she tried her hardest to maneuver between the people, that apparently thought it was a good idea to stand in the aisle way.

Faint, “excuse me”, came out of her lips as she successfully pushed past her fellow students. The gap between her study table and her body decreased with each step. Sumin saw the light at the end of the tunnel as her arms were milliseconds from giving up.

“Come on...you can do it...almost there…” She groaned as she hurried her little shuffles.

Unfortunately, her books weren’t cooperating. Just as she increased her pace, the organized tiny tower of books began to topple slightly.

Not wanting to create a huge ruckus, Sumin thought to pick up her pace even more. However, before even taking two steps towards her table, two of the books toppled over. The height of the fall would be enough to create a loud bang, echoing throughout the silent library.

Great...she was bound to be kicked out...might even be banned…

Sumin instantly shut her eyes; a few whines left her lips. She embraced herself for the thunderous bang from the impact and being scolded by the librarian.

Seconds passed and there was no loud bang.

Instead, she heard a voice. The same voice she had heard hours earlier.

“I believe this belongs to you, Miss.”

Her eyes trailed up, examining the features of the person who saved her from being eternally banned from the library.

“Thank you so much...um...” She said softly, not wanting to disrupt the students who had their noses buried deep in their books.

“Seokjin, and it’s no problem,” He replied; the softness in his tone matched hers. His intense gaze bore into her innocent ones. He took note of how hypnotic her doe-like eyes were. “Say...has anyone told you that you are incredibly beautiful, and that your smile gives me princess-like vibes...um...” Seokjin added, flashing her his signature smile.

The sudden compliment caught the poor girl off guard. Her cheeks instantly heated up, no longer dawning the signature rosy hue. Her mind became a muddled mess. She couldn’t come up with any coherent sentences.

This alluring, intrigued smirk slowly formed on the handsome man’s face. He had grown used to leaving both men and women a mindless zombie just by flashing a sweet smile, but how Sumin behaved, it was definitely a new one.

Wanting to be nice, he decided to give the nervous woman a few more minutes to come up with a response before he resumed flirting with her.

Whether it meant something or not had yet to be determined.

Just as the time limit was about to expire, the little lady spoke,

“Sumin, and I’m no princess,” She shifted her eyes towards Sowon’s direction and then back to Seokjin, “But you, sir, are quite handsome enough to be a prince.” She finished.

Seokjin chuckled and simply shook his head.

“Well, if I’m a prince, then that means I would need a princess so…” He took a step close, closing the gap between their bodies, “Mind being mine?” He whispered; his tone dripped with charisma and alluringness.

“Mind stop following me?” Sowon stepped up from behind and threw an arm around her roommate, “Why are you so obsessed with me? Ugh.” She took some of the books out of Sumin’s hand and turned around, walking into the opposite direction. “C’mon Sumin, we don’t want to be seen with obsessed lovers with tiny dicks anyways,” Sowon said happily, skipping ahead while she could feel the stare from Seokjin piercing right through her back. She would probably will be lectured by him later on how she was always ruining his chances with girls, wanting her to stay quiet—but where was the fun in that?

As she was dragged away from the handsome stranger, Sumin couldn’t help but peek over her shoulder. Her gaze locked with his; her soften stare contrasted his currently irritated ones. Feeling her stare onto his, Seokjin switched focus and lightened his stare. A warm smile formed on his face as he playfully winked at the innocent lady.

This short, soft squeak emitted from her lips as Sumin once again blushed from the sudden flirtatious act. Not wanting him to see her blush for the nth time this afternoon, Sumin swiftly turned away and tried to focus on what her friendly roommate babbled about—keyword tried.

“He’s bad news, little sunshine.” Sumin heard Sowon say, “We dated for like a couple weeks and in those few weeks, he always already telling me that he loved me and all that jazz.” Sowon finished, releasing her hold on Sumin’s shoulder.

Sumin couldn’t help but gasp with wide eyes as she placed her hill of books on the table; finally, giving her arms a much needed break.

Sowon nodded, gently forcing her studious roomie to her chair.

“Yup…” She trailed on, taking the time to walk over to her seat, “Here’s a piece of advice for you, if the guy or girl, I don’t judge, starts saying “I love you”, and the two of you haven’t even been dating for very long, it’s time to cut them loose.” She said, using her fingers to form a pair of scissors and cut the air.

This time it was Sumin’s turn to nod as she opened one of her many law books, keeping eye contact with Sowon.

“Good,” Sowon then propped her feet up on the table, “Now, wake me up when you’re done being a good noodle. I’m going to take advantage of the peace and quiet to catch up on some sleep.” She kindly stated, closing her eyes and finding a comfortable position.

Sumin couldn’t help but frown at Sowon’s disrespectful behavior, there was nothing she could do about it. Sowon seemed like the type to take any warnings that she received with a grain of salt. She simply did not care.

With a heavy sigh, as she shook her head, Sumin got out her favorite pair of headphones and scrolled through her many playlists until she found the one that said, “when studying at the library”. She lowered the volume, not wanting others to hear a muffled version of her songs, before pressing “shuffle”.

A soft hum escaped her lips as Sumin began jotting down some notes, making sure to cover every single topic about the case studies.

Now, while Sumin did that, Sowon had other plans. She honestly did not plan on taking a nap while the little sunshine studied. No. She had some important matters to attend.

Sowon peeked one eye opened and swiftly yet silently removed her feet off the table. Once again, Sumin’s absolute focus played to Sowon’s favor.

The gang leader waited a few more seconds, not wanting to seem suspicious to Sumin, before getting up. For added measure, she silently gestured towards the direction of Philosophy section of the library. Sumin nodded briefly before focusing her attention on her book once more.

Sowon smiled but soon dropped it once her back was turned towards Sumin.

“Alright...now where are you fellas hiding…?” She said softly with a cunning smirk painted on her gorgeous face.

Walking into the library a little deeper, it almost seemed like the bookshelves were slowly closing in on Sowon. The girl stopped for a second, looking over her shoulder, when suddenly someone jumped her from the side, his hand wrapped around her neck, pushing her up the shelf.

“Oh, hello Jinnie,” She said happily, knowing that he wouldn’t harm her, “That’s not how you say hello to your favorite leader.” Booping his nose, she continued her blinding smile, while the boy in front of her was almost hissing the next words.

“Why are you so fucking annoying?” Seokjin said as he instantly released his rough hold on Sowon, who then rolled her head around once, loosening up the muscles in her neck, “What did you tell the girl this time? Why can’t you let me get one fucking girl…just one!”

“Because you can’t keep it in your pants,” Sowon shrugged her shoulders and got out a book from the shelf to look at it nonchalantly. Pursing her lips, she quickly placed it back. Way too boring for her liking.

“And I want you to find a real girl…Sumin is too pure for you!” The leader said and leaned back against the shelf, “I won’t let you ruin her…so now, tell me...Where the fuck are the rest?! And did you get any new information on NCT! They are fucking getting on my nerves since they attacked us at the harbor. I don’t want to hide here forever. It’s getting fucking annoying.”

“You’ve been here for only a few days, Sowon!” Seokjin rolled his eyes, earning a slap from Sowon on his arm, “It’s crowded enough here, they wouldn’t come here. You’re safe until we know what’s really going on with the loser club.”

Sowon gawked, feeling a tad offended by his choice of words. Was this gorgeous fool seriously suggesting that she remained hidden, especially for her own safety?

That’s cute…

She’s the leader of the most infamous gang in South Korea, and to make it even more entertaining, Seokjin worked for her. Not the other way around.

With a devilish smirk, Sowon pushed herself off the bookcase and patted him on the shoulder.

“Well, you and the rest of the guys better hurry and find out because I’m getting bored, and I’m pretty damn sure that you don’t want me to get personally involved.” She whispered; the warmth from her breath lightly fanned Seokjin’s ear.

Seokjin’s body couldn’t help but shiver. A reaction that any men would do whenever came to his boss. She just had that type of affect. Seductive yet deadly. Two of the most dangerous traits that a women could have.

“You got it, boss…” He muttered as his line of focus followed Sowon, watching her hips sway back and forth. A soft scoff escaped his lips as he noticed every single men snap their heads towards her direction, secretly admiring her second best feature.

“Now, where’s my favorite princess…?” He thought with an amusing grin as he searched the library. Just because Sowon told him that Sumin was too pure for him, it didn’t mean that he would give up. After all, he always wanted to corrupt a sweet little angel.

Back with Sumin, her arms were going into overdrive. She flipped through every single book, looking for a specific court case. Her brows furrowed. Tiny crinkles formed on her forehead. Soft profanities escaped her lips as she searched and searched.

Where was that damn case?

Then, it hit her. As if someone drove a truck filled with bricks straight into her petite body.

Sumin hurriedly pushed away the books, and just as she reached out for the one she needed the most, she gasped. Her heart rate increased in speed. Her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Her breathing grew sporadic.

Who was this person that currently sat in front of her?

She quickly pushed down her headphones to the point that they now hung nicely around her neck.

“Uh...hi…?” Sumin said in a questioning tone. What? Just because she was scared, didn’t mean that she could forget her manners.

The intruder simply stared at her; his cold gaze pierced hers. It was if he tried to murder her with his gaze alone.

The person continued to stare with an emotionless expression written all over his face.

The more he stared, the more Sumin grew confused. The more she became confused, the more she became uncomfortable.

“So...um...what brings you to the library?” She asked with a nervous smile, trying to make small talk.

The unknown person simply looked at her. His mouth remained shut.

Well…

Until a certain roomie came into the picture.

“I honestly can’t leave you alone for more than ten minutes. Can I, little miss sunshine?” both Sumin and the stranger heard. The gang leader cocked her head to the side when she noticed who was sitting right in front of her roommate.

Why was everyone here?

Was anyone even taking care of the headquarters right now?

Sowon sighed inwardly, knowing that her boys were always a little lost and confused without her. Well, at least she could always count on her boyfriend. Standing right behind Yoongi, who focused his gaze back onto Sumin, staring at her coldly, she allowed her hands to rest on his shoulders.

“That’s Yoongi,” She introduced the other, “Don’t worry, he won’t flirt with you like ‘small dick’ Jin over there did. So don’t be scared.” Sowon winked at her playfully, loving the confused expression on her friends face.

“Since when do you leave little Jiminie alone, hm?” The leader directed the question at Yoongi, who shrugged his shoulders, seemingly uncaring, when Sowon knew exactly how much the other meant to him.

“So, did you learn something new already?” Sowon said when she didn’t get an answer from Yoongi. Her voice had been a little too loud as she earned herself a glare from the librarian. Leaning in a little more, Sowon let one of her hands glide down Yoongi’s chest. She had noticed the small chain around his neck. Yoongi never wore necklaces. He hated them.

Sowon’s eyes were focused on Sumin’s, while the rather innocent girl was gulping against the lump in her throat as she watched her dip down her hand in Yoongi’s shirt—who was still staring at her. How could she? Why did she? Didn’t she have a boyfriend? To say Sumin was utterly confused would have been an understatement.

Using the little confusion of Sumin where she tried to focus back on her book, Sowon wrapped her hand around a key that settled on Yoongi’s chest. With a quick tug it was off his neck and in her grip.

“Thanks, babe,” She whispered and ruffled the other’s hair, when out of the corner of her eyes, Sowon could see Seokjin appearing again, his eyes solely focused on Sumin. Oh, no….

It wasn’t the last time either, Seokjin was suddenly around a lot. Sowon saw him on her way to classes, in the library and basically everywhere she was with Sumin. Not because Seokjin wanted to protect his leader, but because of her roommate. If something happened he probably saved her first, and then...maybe...just maybe...if she got lucky….then Sowon would be saved. She laughed inwardly, imagining the scene in her mind. Not that she needed any saving.

What interested Sowon was that it was rare for the elder member of her little gang to be this smitten—practically obsessed—over someone he barely met. However, once Seokjin had found something he liked, he would never give up until he has claimed it. What made the journey even more exciting for him was that since he had noticed that Sowon would do anything and everything to protect her innocent little roommate, it merely aroused him. Not sexually, but something else. It stimulated his senses to know that Sowon had stopped every single of his attempts at contacting Sumin.

Oh, well…at least he got to keep a watchful eye on her...

Later that night, Sowon embraced Jungkook; her hold on him tightened as if she was afraid that he would leave. Almost every night Sowon sneaked out of the room again, most of the time through the window, meeting up with Jungkook somewhere. She just couldn’t stand to be apart for him for too long. Tracing the line’s of each tattoo on his arm, the features of his face, She could stare into his eyes forever.

“Did you get some more information?” Sowon sighed and leaned her head onto Jungkook’s chest, who had made himself comfortable, leaning against the brick wall. The wind was howling around them, making the woman scoot a little closer to seek the warmth of her boyfriend, but not before whining about the gun that made it uncomfortable to sneak closer to him. With a laugh, Jungkook took it out from his holster and placed it aside. He wouldn’t go anywhere without it.

“Yeah, we did,” Jungkook finally spoke up, playing mindlessly with her hair, “But they are good....we still don’t know how their leader looks like. They keep him hidden so well.”

“Maybe he’s just super ugly….” Sowon suggested with this snarky tone.

“Yeah, maybe,” Jungkook said with a low chuckle, “We’re close. I can feel it.”

A sight of content left her lips as Sowon snuggled in Jungkook’s chest. Honestly, she wanted their intimate moment to last just a while longer. However, she looked at the bright side. The moment they put an end to NCT, the sooner she could return to the underworld life.

It was quite exhausting pretending to be a goody two-shoes all the fucking time...

Now climbing back through the window, Sowon sneaked under the covers of her bed quietly. Turning towards Sumin, she watched her roommate snore quietly, mumbling something in her sleep. A smile formed at the gang leader’s lips. It wouldn’t be too long until she had to say goodbye again.

A few hours later, Sowon, currently putting her hair up as she walked over to her bed, smiled. Why? Well, it’s because that she rarely got enough sleep due to these nightly tours that she had taken upon herself to do. As she neared the bed, she took the opportunity to literally jump into it. She was truly ecstatic to finally rest her tired body. She pulled up the covers, slowly embracing the comfortable warmth that it had to offer. She quickly found a good sleeping position as she closed her eyes. She relaxed both her body and mind.

Just as she felt the sleep slowly take control, she was suddenly shook awake by her roommate. Or...well… Sumin tried, because the second she touched Sowon, the other girl jumped up, switched her around, swung an arm around her neck to keep her in place. It took her a little while, being still half asleep, to notice that Sumin was trying to fight her grip.

“Oh, fuck,” Sowon exclaimed, “You can’t scare me like this!”

Sumin continued to squirm under Sowon’s iron grip. How was it possible that this woman was incredibly strong? She’s started to think that there was more to her roommate…

“I didn’t mean to! I just heard some strange noises outside, and I thought that maybe a burglar decided to choose our room as his or her target and—” Before she could continue her rambling, Sowon covered Sumin’s mouth with her free hand and told her to be quiet.

“I will let you go, but you have to stay here, got it?” Sowon demanded, keeping her eyes fixated on the window. She went full alert.

Being unable to talk, Sumin nodded as she breathed heavily through her nose. Sowon smiled and released her hold on Sumin’s arms.

“Good girl. Now, wait here. I’m going to check it out.” Sowon said quietly, patting Sumin on the head.

Sumin swatted Sowon’s hand away, though, was too late since Sowon was already out of reach.

Sowon quietly stepped towards the window; her hand gripped her phone tightly, ready to call for backup just in case things go south.

As she neared the window, Sowon crouched down, making sure her body was out of view. She continued her journey until her left hand touched the ledge. She slowly stood up, but her other half still remained in the crouched position.

The second her eyes stared out, Sowon smiled. This familiar gleam twinkled in her eye.

However, how was she going to sneak out? Sumin was now awake and a bit scared out of her mind.

Sowon glanced over her shoulder, establishing eye contact with Sumin briefly, before looking at her boys.

She focused her attention onto Jungkook and mouthed, “I’ll be right there.”

Even though he was on the first floor, and the dorm room was on the third floor, he got the jist of what his woman said. Having a great bond came in handy sometimes…

With a sigh of relief, Sowon stood up and dusted off the dirt of her pajama pants. The one time she actually did not plan on sneaking out.

Sumin eyed Sowon with nothing but curiosity. Her mind flooded with endless questions. Like, “who was outside?”

“Okay, I’m going to go out there.” Sowon said vaguely, alarming Sumin, as she quickly changed clothes. There was no way in Hell that she was going to sneak out in a loose top and pajama pants.

Minutes later, Sowon emerged. Now dawning black leather pants, biker boots, and a dark purple shirt, she walked back to the window, winking at Sumin as she glided past her.

Sumin’s mouth slightly parted but soon closed again. Her eyes followed Sowon’s movement as she once again opened her mouth to say something but soon closed it. It was if she wanted to tell her roomie to not leave since there could be dangerous people lingering around to prey on innocent women. Yet little did she know. Little...did...she...know…

Without a second thought, Sumin latched onto Sowon’s arm, just as the more confident woman had one foot out the window—literally.

Sowon’s brow cocked up as her eyes trailed down to Sumin’s hands.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t let you leave!”

A/N: Hi everyone! What did you guys think of this update? I think Sumin is slowly having an inkling as to why Sowon sneaks out a lot, but knowing Sowon, she probably already has a lie concocted to deflect Sumin and her questions lol Also, what do you guys think of the appearance of BTS? :) I would’ve been startled if Yoongi were to do the same to me. Just throwing that out there.

Anyway, stay tune for more updates and one crazy adventure! In regards to Our Second Chance, I will update that story when I can and/or feel the motivation to do so. Please be patient with me! ^^

Don’t forget to leave a comment/like/reblog/and an ask in mine or Jey’s inbox! We love hearing your thoughts!

- Kim

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*SPOILERS* CYZJ Subbed Ep. 9 reaction

Episode 9 is finally out with subs, so you know what that means: another play-by-play reaction text post! And it’s another 2-hour episode, so we’re back to the super long format.

As with previous installments, each major section of the show has a header so you can scroll if you’re looking for something specific. And, of course, spoilers and foul language kinda come with the territory.

Mission reveal and song assignments

Another two performance mission assignment – picking the third finalist pair and then establishing a ranking for the finalists – because they just gotta be ranked going into the finals *rolls eyes* - I could rant about how much I wish the producers would stop pushing the competitive aspect of the show while talking about it being about “breakthroughs”

Hao’s little goddamnit-esque laugh when the 1v1 mission is announced :/

Anybody else get the feeling Victor’s the reason Eric & JC are worried about the other team picking their song? Like Hao might give them something out of left field because he wants them to show a new side or because he thinks it suits them, but not to torpedo them – Victor, however, seems a bit of a wild card

…! I seriously thought Eric had the card down the front of his pants for a moment there!

Aw, Hao’s smile is so sweet – I already knew Eric/JC got to do one of Eric’s songs – that little “you’re welcome” bow & Victor being totally checked out makes me think that was all Hao’s doing

So, yes & no – I expected Victor to at least playfully push to mess w/ the other team – he seems kinda disengaged though

Wait, is that Hao’s handwriting?! I was admiring it when Eric first revealed the card – I know people who only know English who don’t write that nicely – kid’s definitely an artist

“How can I not be satisfied with my own song?” XD

Aw, that was really sweet of Victor to say he hopes they don’t mess w/ the song too much

I love that when Victor asks “by who” Eric & Xiao Wu both go “Drake” w/ a very soft “duh, who the fuck else” feel – and then Hao gets stoked when they start singing it

Yes! I’m so glad Jiacheng said that about Hao & Victor’s performances not being them together! I thought it about the last 2 performances, but since I didn’t really see anyone else talk about it, I wondered if it was just me. Plus there’s the whole cultural disconnect & not being part of the target demographic that added to it. It’s good to see someone who’s in the thick of it with them recognize that same thing

I want to talk about the warm fuzzy feelings I get from Eric & Jiacheng being so thoughtful about their choice and how this reinforces my desire for the show to stop leaning into the competition narrative, but Eric mimicking both Hao & Victor is too cute

I love that Jiacheng doesn’t know how to process Eric’s goofiness for a second – same Xiao Wu, same

Aw, the doodles!

Hao’s “don’t say anything” is great! – take a stand & make Victor dance!

“Okay fine, alright, I’ll dance. I’ll dance” – damn straight!

Second mission reveal

“Sprint Out” Attack? And that means…?

Meh… Another drawn out process to pick a collaborator? - it was cute w/ the ladies but since I haven’t seen anyone talking about the guests and the tease at the beginning of the episode was blah, I’m not really looking forward to it

Trying to ignore the elevator talk and not roll my eyes too hard

Meeting the musicians

Oh dear god, Yanan is so fucking cute watching Liron Man play! – tell me someone’s giffed that doofy expression and weird little wiggle! *heart eyes*

Ooh, Liron Man’s got a great smile – has nothing to do w/ anything but I couldn’t leave it unremarked upon

“The sound produced is very cute […] like a tortoise who lost its soul” – say what now, Yanan?! – that does not seem like a “cute” sound, sir!

Once again, being thoughtful and aware of the other contestants – brownie points to Jun

I’m so glad dude knows some Chinese! We don’t need another person stranded behind the language barrier even if it’s just one episode

Apparently, I love the pipa and didn’t even know what it was – now that I have a name, research will be done!

“My mother’s profession is also in the pipa” – poor girl stepped in it! XD

Here I was thinking they reacted much better than with the previous lady guests, but no, still shy as fuck

I realize that as an apparently internationally-recognized musician, Wangtao probably plays the clarinet in ways that I never could imagine – unfortunately I took band from 7th through 9th grades, including marching band, so I cringed when I saw what he plays – and I immediately had to go look up this Eddie Izzard bit because my brain wouldn’t stop going “clahr-en-ahrt” and “WEzul WEzul” until I did

Watching Jun & Yanan discuss their options is a really interesting look into their personalities – “are we choosing calm or movement?”

“You decide” – brave words, Jun – I wonder where this fell on the timeline of Yanan deciding to leave the show

It’s not going to be a famous Western artist, Samuel – it’s never going to be a famous Western artist – sorry to burst your bubble, kiddo

Bahahaha! For all Zhennan’s “leave us a good one” in the elevator, Jun & Yanan picked the most obvious choice for the kiddies – …yes, I know I’m an asshole for finding that so funny

…Does Zhennan’s shirt say “same shit different day”?!

They completely lost that whole “working w/ musicians will be hard” thing real quick

“I feel like I tortured little kids” XD

Someone’s setting himself up for a headache confusing jazz with jazzy, especially when picking a classically trained accompanist

It’s really cute seeing Eric & Xiao Wu being a little awkward with the pipa player after they seemed to calm with the previous female guests – they both barely look at her

I love arrogant!Eric, especially when he’s immediately replaced by embarrassed!Eric – I am, however, more than a little creeped out by the cartoon bull being blown around by, what, an umbilical cord?!

Aw, Jiacheng immediately defends his “arrogance” *heart eyes*

Wait, did Xiao Wu’s lyrics sound bad? Eric said it could “be a little better” so maybe the phrasing was awkward, but the translation of “lately, I’ve been scared of sleeping alone” grabbed my attention and made me wonder what prompted those words

They’re dorks and I love them

Poor Hao being left to talk to their musician alone

…! I totally blanked that this could be Minghao’s first chance to really do a traditional Chinese sound – aw, yay!

Hmm, Victor really agreed to do purely traditional? I guess “purely Chinese” doesn’t have to mean traditional instead of modern

And then we flash back and I stand corrected!

Performance day

Wait, they’re not gonna show how they chose the performance order between MH/Victor and Eric/JC?! I feel so cheated! thank god

Minghao & Victor are up first – 1v1

“I’m always ready!” *heart eyes*

Hao accidentally proposed confessing to the other contestants XD – just because you think something is meaningless doesn’t mean it really is!

What’s cuter: Hao’s reaction when he realized putting in the other contestants’ names wasn’t the best idea or Hao’s reaction to the thought of name-dropping exes?

I love MH’s logic! Victor’s trying to downplay any romantic intention behind calling out a female artist by saying it’s about respect & admiration, so Hao throws out Jony J & Gong Ge - if it’s about respect & admiration he’s not wrong, but Victor’s face says otherwise – I laughed so hard I had to stop the video and go calm down by doing a load of laundry

I’ve gotta say, as someone who liked both JJ & GG from the beginning & still really likes them and as someone who started watching specifically for Minghao, I love that he brought them up again and in such a positive light. Fans can – and do – hate on them, but he’s got every right to continue to look up to them. He’s the one who was directly affected by their actions, yet he continues to admire them and voice that admiration. I don’t get how people try to drag them on his behalf when he says things like this.

Aw, it breaks my heart a little that Victor thinks making the song about the show is “limiting” their creativity – Hao’s had a lot of fun and had made connections on the show that he obviously values – how is making an ode to that a limitation?

I love when Hao speaks in English – it always surprises me how rich & deep his voice is – like I usually chalk it up to being an artifact of the language, but it’s genuinely appealing – does that make sense? Just me?

Am I the only one who thinks changing the names to their own makes it about self-doubt, not narcissism?

Victor’s so American!

I feel like Victor having to dance is a little bit of karma for being a pain in the ass >:D

That little intro clip is adorable!

Aw, Victor did MH’s 8 hand sign!

Overall thoughts: I loved that! It wasn’t perfect, but I think, after Clap, it was Hao’s best performance by far. He definitely had fun and loosened up with Supernatural in ep.8, but this was a whole other level and I think a lot of it was from actually playing w/ Victor during the performance. I love that they switched it up and Victor had the vocal parts; he’s a talented singer so it was nice seeing him step out of the rapper role. And I was really impressed with Hao’s English. A lot of times, non-English-speakers do odd things with their emphasis on words, but he was pretty damn spot on. It makes me wonder just how fluent he actually is since we don’t see him speak it much beyond simple phrases. The one thing I wasn’t entirely feeling was Victor’s rap. It felt a little rushed? Cramped? It’s understandable since he’s working within a pre-existing song, but it did stick out to me. I don’t know why Victor was worried about dancing. That bit was less choreography and more conscious swagger, if that makes sense, and he pulled it off swimmingly. I wish they hadn’t cut to the audience during Hao’s dance break because it was my favorite one he’s done so far – less artistry and more simple fun. Can we take a moment to thank Eric & Jiacheng for making this gem happen?

“And we were constantly laughing at Victor’s attempt at dancing” – Eric! I’m glad he finally has someone else’s dancing to pick on but also smh

Eric & Jiacheng’s 1v1 prep and performance

Aw, Jiacheng gushing about the comradery on the show and wanting to help each other show their best sides XD

The idea of them singing acapella is actually really cool – if anyone on the show could pull it off really well, it’s these two

I love that Xiao Wu seems to throw out more English the longer he’s w/ Eric – he’s gaining experience and confidence in other areas – why not English, too?

Back to Eric’s crush on Dilireba XD

Aw, JC says they got close – of course they’re (probably) going to in a situation like this, but it’s cute that he’s talking about it – I know I’ve said it before, but I love that he’s so open with talking about stuff like that

Xiao Wu really looks like he’s about to cry reading those comments – and then Eric ruins the moment telling him not to cry

I already saw @bathtubofdonuts’s post talking about them incorporating the fan comments in the stage but seeing them get to that point is so sweet

Wait, so why is it important to tell us the screenwriter lady is in the audience? Was it the OST for her drama?

Aw, Hao’s so touched already

I was starting to worry the editing was going to lose the comments to those close-ups

It’s not weird to comment on how pretty Jiacheng’s hands are, right?

Wah! JC’s teary-eyed!! I was already tearing up – don’t make me cry!

Ah, okay, so she helped Eric write the song

Overall thoughts: I was sniffly & teary, but I managed not to cry. That was beautiful. This is why I was worried when they were talking about making a more impressive set design in ep. 8. They do simple so, so well, and they really don’t need a bunch of extras. Just having that one element of the comments playing behind them was so gorgeous and impactful. I’m really glad that they didn’t have accompanists on stage with them because they’d just be a visual distraction. I know I’ve talked about it in previous reactions, but the combination of their voices is incredible. I doubt Eric has ever sung a sour note in his life, and I wish Jiacheng knew how gorgeous his voice really is. His little power vocal moment toward the end? Ugh! So good! I’m gonna keep saying how happy I am that they got to work together because of this show.

“I feel that this bundle here is trembling” – I’m going to be so sad not to see this sweet kid after the show ends! TnT

1v1 performance results

Nooo! I know what’s about to happen – I’m not ready for the angst!

Poor Jun looking so nervous over there w/o Yanan

I hate this fucking setup so much. I’ve said that I think the way Jony J left the show was probably at least partially prompted by the production staff. Knowing that Jun was given options after Yanan left and that, for all his extraness, Jun is super shy, I have a hard time believing the production staff didn’t go, “So you don’t want to be in the running anymore and ~play by the rules~? Okay, so how about we make it look like there’s gonna be an elimination then you come out and dramatically withdraw? Wouldn’t that be awesome!” Jun’s never been my favorite because his playfulness can come of really childish to me, but I highly doubt he would put Minghao this scenario again for funsies.

Having seen translations of this weeks ago when the episode aired, I was not prepared to tear up. It hurts to see Hao so freaked out again and try to pull Jun back bodily. And seeing the distress on Jiacheng’s face as he says “no!” at him, my breath caught in my throat. Ugh! I’m seriously starting to cry watching JC panic more as Jun compliments them all. X(

Oh god that whole bit after the interview section was… weird. It’s pretty obvious the way Eric & Jiacheng are smiling in the background that things were cleared up. But that audience reaction… It’s so cold? This weird sort of idea that idols “betray” their fans is something I’ll never understand in kpop. (This is taking into account all the chaos that happened because of Jun’s decision, not just what made the edit.) Disappointment I get, but there’s no compassion for the grace he displayed in a shitty situation or relief that he’s going to continue performing. This whole situation was made so much worse being in front of a live audience.

The interviews after Jun’s reveal are so sweet, but why does it feel like a memorial? It’s just shy of saying “in loving memory of Wen Junhui”

Top 3 ranking performances

I love when the show has to blur someone’s phone because it’s not the sponsor phone – it’s usually Samuel, but this time Eric’s the culprit

And there’s the performance order ceremony

Minghao, Victor & Lian Pieru (pipa) are up first

Interesting thoughts about the Mechanical Era – it seems like Peiru’s a good match for Hao

So the interview thing is the only lead up we get? I don’t want to episode to be 3 hours, but they’ve got such an interesting story they want to tell and Peiru seems like such a character, I was really looking forward to the preparations – now I do actually feel a little cheated

Overall thoughts: I may have actually liked this performance better than In My Feelings. It wasn’t as entertaining, but it was a cool concept that was executed really well. I’ve gotta say before I go on though, I’ve seen people complain about the editing of other performances, but this is the first one that’s been distracting to me throughout. :/ If I didn’t know before going in that Victor was supposed to be the narrator, I don’t think I would’ve gotten that. The harsh stage whisper sort of effect in the beginning comes off kind of judgmental and, well, harsh where I was expecting more of an impartial observer style narrator. I wish his character had either done less interacting (to be an observer) or done more (to show his investment in the storyline and justify the judginess). It was a nice change of pace to see him being subdued while Hao was the higher energy partner. Hao’s rap in both performances this episode was great. They felt more natural and less stylized, which I really dig. He also showed his vocals more here than I think he really has in a while. At least it was more impactful than past performance. I would love to see a purely vocal song from him – no rap, light choreo – because he does really interesting things with his voice and we don’t get enough of it. [I just got a flash of him singing w/ Susu O.O] The choreo was impressive even if the edit made it hard to get the full effect. The end was great with the angry faces and the final little trill of the pipa.

It weirdly warms my heart to see them acknowledge they’ve been kind of at odds in their partnership up til now

Eric, Jiacheng & Lian Peiru (pipa) perform second

Uh, does Jiacheng’s overcoat have Donald Duck smack in the middle of a traditional tapestry?!

Not gonna gush about the VCR, but these two are so damn cute

We don’t even get an interview lead-in for them?! >.<

Ooh, pop-style pipa is really cool…

Somebody put Xiao Wu in a musical please - even my theatre-hating ass would pay to see that

Aw, Liron Man reacting to them uwu

Overall thoughts: I really enjoyed that. It was soft and sweet, and of course their voices are amazing. The set design was really pretty with all the florals. For some reason, thought, for most of the song Eric seemed strangely pulled back? Maybe it was because Xiao Wu was still on a high from the previous performance and the pipa is so distinct, but his parts just got overpowered to my ear. It was still beautiful.

Huh, Samuel really hasn’t gotten much screentime in this episode, even for reactions

Zhennan, Samuel & Wangtao (clarinet) are up third

Maybe it’s because he’s a good bit older, but I really appreciate the way Wangtao talks about Zhennan here – at least I assume he’s referring to Zhennan since Samuel seems pretty cool with being a kid – it doesn’t soften me to him, but it’s a needed reminder that his bravado may be more façade than arrogance – still find it annoying though *shrug*

Anyone else have to look up what an elaphure is? – it’s a Père David’s deer

Excuse me, mister clarinet man, don’t make me start thinking clarinets are sexy – I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that I’m probably gonna look up your music but that’s just taking it too far!

Overall thoughts: For anyone who thinks I’m just going to shit all over this because it’s Zhennan and Samuel, you’re wrong. I actually kind of dug that. It’s not really my bag, but I don’t dislike it at all. First off, the stage design is impressive with that cube setup. It’s really interesting having Wangtao on top of it (but also, get off the tall thing!). I would love to see a fixed cam of the performance to get the full effect. I really liked Zhennan’s solo in ep. 2, so seeing him go back to that sleepy, almost lazy delivery style is really nice. I’ve complained about him leaning too hard into his imagery (or did I cut that bit because I was being an ass?), but it was used beautifully here. Samuel really impressed me. His rap style still sounds a little like he’s trying to be someone else, but it didn’t sound awkward this time. It’ll be really interesting to see where his style goes as he comes into his own. And these are his best lyrics yet. Yes, I snorted at the LeBron reference in the otherwise whimsical song, but I really liked the honestly and depth. The dance break was beautiful and a nice escape from the more stock mainstream choreo Samuel’s been showing us. He does hip hop well, but I’m glad he gave us something more contemporary here and showed off his range. If I have a complaint it’s that Samuel’s voice gets lost in the “I don’t want” bits. I wish they’d at least brought him forward so you hear him more, or better yet, given him something a little more ornate to weave around Zhennan’s more drudging sound. His little vocalization before ZN’s final part was a pleasant surprise, and I would’ve liked more of that. They’ve made the best use of the accompanist so far, too. The whole thing was lovely and haunting and understated. Of all their stages, I think this performance has been the most effective in delivering the message they wanted to get across.

Jun & Liron Man (handpans) are up last

Why are the lead-ups getting shorter?! We’re going straight into the performance with no interview or VCR. I get that he’s not eligible for votes anymore, but I still want to see something, man

Total Pure Moods vibes here – fun fact: I wanted that CD so badly that both of my (divorced) parents got it for me for Christmas that year – I was a weird kid

Aw, is he singing along with Jun?! So cute! *heart eyes*

…off the tall thing, please…

Overall thoughts: If you’d told me before this that I would eagerly watch a Jun solo three times in a row, I would’ve laughed in your face. His style just isn’t for me usually. And yet, I watched this three times in a row (I zoned out and just listened to first time, watched the second, and read the lyrics the third). Thank you, Yanan, for picking the handpan. I never would’ve thought the distorted ring of a handpan would complement Jun’s very unique vocal quality as well as it does. This is the most at ease we’ve seen Jun on the show, and I don’t mean relaxed or confident. It didn’t seem at all like he was performing or was “on” but like he was singing for the sheer personal pleasure of it. After his stress in previous episodes, it was so good to see. As for the song itself, I have no fucking clue how to describe it. It reminded me of the weirdest things without really sounding like any of them. I mentioned Pure Moods, but also The Little Mermaid and “What Is Love” – as in the song from A Night at the Roxbury (listen to it, young’uns, and be confused). There were others, but I’ve blanked because that last one was a little too wtf.

“He was definitely enjoying it, really” – you know it’s true when the guest is saying it

Wait, no contestant reactions even?! Why are we getting robbed of the good stuff in this episode, goddamnit!?

Points reveal for the finals

This is for the ranking going into the finale – plus starting points which seems weirdly unnecessary?

Hao & Victor got 66 votes – why so low?

Xiao Wu & Eric got 73 – better but still really low considering the stages & past scores

Zhennan & Samuel got 72 – why so low?!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad my boys are leading, but they all gave incredibly good, polished stages and those scores really don’t seem to reflect that. I mean, they’ve given out 80s before – are the panelists given criteria or is it purely a matter of preference? – the contestants all look a little disappointed with the scores, too

After show nonsense

“passionate teens Zhou Zhennan and Samuel, gentle warriors Wu Jiacheng and Zhou Xingzhe, mood players Xu Minghao and Ma Boqian” – I don’t know why those labels amuse me so much but they do

I’m glad we get to see Samuel & ZN react to the handpans because they were so cute with the other instruments

Damn, Samuel really is a quick learner

Did he mean to play Eric’s song? He’s definitely got a bit of an artist crush on Eric, but that’s adorable if he was trying to play it. And impressive that he did it well enough on something he just learned how to get a sound from that the others recognized it!

My personal rankings

MH & Victor

Jun

Eric & Xiao Wu

Zhennan & Samuel

Usually picking my rankings is super easy. My favorite and least favorite have been leagues away from the others, but I really liked everybody this week :D

And now, another long wait until the subs come out for the finale...

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