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CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND A SEVENTEEN FIC. It's she mingyu girlfriend and he comes up with the idea of her have a relationship with the other members. I know it's being rewriten but I just need a name. So that I can stop feeling like im going crazy.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND A SEVENTEEN FIC. It's she mingyu girlfriend and he comes up with the idea of her have a relationship with the other members. I know it's being rewriten but I just need a name. So that I can stop feeling like im going crazy.
Yoongi spent the night with one earbud in, watching your old vlogs, the other earbud dangling down as he heard Jimin and Jungkook working on the package meant to be delivered in the next few hours. He chuckled to himself; they could find ways to argue that were new to the world itself. However dramatic it may be, they were always able to make up quickly.
He turned onto his side, nestling further into his pillow as a new video played. He watched as you and a blonde woman traveled together. She was in most videos, and he wondered if she was in them all, just behind the camera. You seemed to come alive, micro expressions larger when you looked at her.
"Is this her partner?" he grumbled aloud. It wasn't uncommon for people to date around until, and even after, they met their soulmate. Only forty percent of the population had one anyway, and even then, they could be platonic. The International Soulmate Registry (ISR) only tracked if you had a soulmate, registering a group into the database once all members had been discovered and the bond was complete. There was no bearing on the type of relationship it was; no distinction had to be made.
With their bond incomplete, they had avoided being registered for so long, but once one of them touched you, it was over. It had to be public. You had to be public. Being an idol only lets them bend so many rules. Whether or not you were romantically attracted to any of them, things would change. For both of you, if you were actually with the woman accompanying you everywhere, everything would change.
Yoongi winced at his thoughts and the screen. You and the blonde, whom he noticed hadn't spoken on screen yet, were holding hands in the airport. You seemed to do all of the talking, while the other made sure everything went smoothly. He chuckled slightly as she handed you your passport from her own pocket behind the camera. Namjoon would enjoy the camaraderie of someone as forgetful as he is.
He hoped you would too. He hoped they would be worth everything to come.
-
You were late. Thirty-two minutes late to be exact. At 8:32, you were still in bed. You blew hair out of your face with a huff. Beefcake lumbered around the kitchen, crying for her routine breakfast. Uncharacteristically, you ignored her. You watched a text pop up on your screen, just what you were waiting for.
You laughed as you flung the covers over yourself. Beefcake was sitting in your doorway, shooting a demanding stare at you. You complied and hurried to the kitchen.
It didn't take you long to get ready. After years of perfecting your morning routine and understanding your sensory needs, it took 20 minutes to get out the door. You threw on a cotton tank and a pair of Abigail's old jorts, grabbing a sweater and your wallet on the way out.
She was already outside, sitting in her white Jeep on the gravel road that connected your house and hers. You slid into the passenger seat, feeling the song's bass shake you as you waved to her. She waved back, and you set off.
Abigail was your best friend. You think you'd call her a sister if you knew what having one felt like. Her blonde hair rustled in the wind, she refused to let her windows up in the summer, and you saw the small spot behind her ear where a cochlear implant used to be. You remember the last time she wore it, and the sounds of her slamming it at her parents' feet. She only wore her hair down after that. You blinked rapidly, being pulled out of thought by her waving hand near yours as she stopped at a red light.
Why did you actually talk about your soulmate on stream? she signed. She turned her head to continue driving, but you knew she was waiting for an answer through her peripheral vision. You sighed and turned your head away, attempting to ignore her.
She wiggled her hand into your view, then continued one-handedly. Abigail never spoke, but was never ignored. You haven't wanted to talk about it before. You didn't even want me to know. She peered at you from above her sunglasses quizzically.
You waited until she turned her head back to the road before signing. Her gaze was a pressure you didn't always need. I just- you paused, hands hanging in the air limply, I don't know.
You knew it wasn't the answer she was looking for, but she accepted it nonetheless. You both entered the Post Office, greeting the workers politely. Your routine meant you see the same people every week. There was only one other person there besides you and the staff, loitering to the side of the counter.
"Hi, (Y/N)!" the lady behind the counter grinned, giving Abbi a wave beside you. She nodded to her coworker, who began walking a large bin around the side to you.
"Hi, Mrs. Reeta. How has your week been?" you asked. This conversation was the same every week, and you loved it. Though your face likely didn't show it. She smiled, "Great, honey." She waved the man over from the side. "You actually have a special delivery this week. It had to be delivered and signed for in person!" She giggled, shimmying her shoulders as the man handed a clipboard to you. You signed, quickly handing it back.
"This should be good!" Mrs. Reeta said, tapping an acrylic nail against the counter. "He's been waiting since we opened."
You looked at the man, watching as he bowed nervously and promptly speedwalked out of the glass doors. Abigail shot you a long look that you returned. You smiled your best smile, one you practiced many times on Abigail as kids. "Thank you, i'll have to let you know what it is next week."
You turned on your heels and almost matched the speed walk before you. "You do that, Honey!" Mrs. Reeta called after you.
Abigail slammed her door shut, turning to look at you with ferocity. I told you! she pointed at the box in your lap. The rest of the packages were slung into the back, unimportant compared to this one.
A black matte box sat heavily in your lap. Two glossy, vertical trapeoids stared back at you. What is this logo? You signed, not looking at Abbi. You didn't want to see the answer. You peeked one eye open nonetheless, bracing for impact.
BTS.
-
"She received it," Sejin confirmed as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.
Namjoon sighed, relief rushing over him. He took over communication with Sejin this morning, letting his other soulmates relax for the first time in 24 hours. He had seen pacing, eyes glued to phones all playing a certain YouTube channel, bickering, and bristling nerves as they all waited.
"You gave her an ADA seat?"
"Yes."
"Everything was included?"
"Yes."
"The note too?"
"Yes, Namjoon." Sejin assured, watching as Namjoon craned his neck back. "Don't worry, everything will work out. I know it."
"How do you know?" Namjoon whispered. "This isn't a life most people can handle."
"If she's meant for you, there will always be a way for it to work."
-
I don't want to film this. You gestured. All of the other boxes were opened, filmed, and ready to be edited. Abigail looked up from a box, fishing makeup from the bottom and tucking it to the side.
The black box was staring at you, large and menacing. All of the other boxes were strewn around you on the floor, tossed aside in preparation for this one. Abbi scooted closer, staring down with you.
Don't. If this is what I think it is, then it's meant for you. Only you. She pointed at you for emphasis.
You nodded. You're right. With a deep breath, you pulled the lid off.
Purple tissue paper greeted you, blocking the contents from view. A small, white card sat on top.
Dear (Y/N),
Your advocacy and continued support for the Autism community, as well as your openness in sharing your experiences as a member of that community, have deeply moved our staff. We are committed to advancing acceptance and education within the broader public, and it is our understanding that these goals are shared between you and our organization. It is with utmost pleasure that BigHit Entertainment invites you to the opening night of BTS's upcoming tour. Please find your tickets, flight, and hotel confirmations within this package. Should you choose to use the optional second concert and flight ticket for a companion, please have them arrive with the enclosed Non-Disclosure Agreement (NDA) signed.
You immediately thrust the note into Abigail's hands and pulled the purple tissue paper back. Staring up at you was a pair of headphones. You gasped, pulling them out. You knew these. A recently released pair of noise-canceling headphones, said to be the best on the market. Before you could focus more on them, a glimmer caught your eye.
You grabbed at the item and stared as it came into view. A purple, bedazzled ARMY Bomb. The purple rhinestones stung at your palm, an uneasy texture. You turned to Abbi, watching her comprehend the note. Once she looked up, you handed the purple stick over. "You can use this at the concert."
She ignored the ARMY bomb, pushing it to the side to look at you. She pointed, handing you the card again. It was flipped to the back.
In messy handwriting, it read, "Can't Wait," With seven signatures below.
-
Seven tense men funneled backstage. Thirty minutes till showtime. Jimin leaned back in his seat, watching the room. Taehyung and Jungkook sat close, talking low as their knees touched. Jimin scoffed, remembering their impromptu bet over rhinestones. Hoseok and Yoongi stood in front of the mirror, discussing footwork. Hoseok pointed, then manually adjusted Yoongi. Jin leaned over the back of the couch, watching over Namjoon's shoulder at his phone screen.
Jimin leaned forward, suddenly curious. "Hyung-"
Namjoon shut his phone off and shot off the couch. "She's here!" The room stilled. He gulped, looking them each in the eye. "She was just escorted to her seat, and she knows she's meeting us after."
They all nodded.
Namjoon waited for them to file out of the room in front of him, then he took a deep breath.
"Hyung"
He turned, seeing Jungkook in the door frame.
"Yes?"
"Does she know?"
Namjoon sighed, pulling Jungkook in for a hug. He felt the tightness in Jungkook's shoulders. "I don't know." The tenseness stayed, maybe even tightened more. He usually knew.
-
Please put it on! I packed it for you!
I can't. It'll show my soulmark.
That's the point!
Abigail rolled her eyes, thrusting the shirt at you. Her hands were quick, fast-paced as she reasoned with you. You talked about your soulmate for a reason. Show some of the mark! Maybe they'll recognize it. They could help you find your soulmate. She threw her hands down once you took the hanger, like she had argued that the sky was blue.
Ok, Ok. I'll wear it. You acquiesced.
She clapped, jumping onto the hotel bed with joy. You turned, walking into the bathroom to change. Abbi beamed; tonight, her best friend was meeting her soulmate. She was sure of it.
-
The Arena was bristling with energy. So was Abbi. She loved the bass in the songs and the flashing lights most concerts seemed to have, and kept tapping you, pointing to the different costumes.
You nodded along absentmindedly. The noise was astounding. It was already warm, and you knew it would get hot as the evening progressed. You pulled the headphones on, seeking some comfort. Abbi caught this in her peripheral and turned to you.
If you need to leave, just tell me. We can handle it.
You smiled back at her and nodded.
Abbi remembered a few of your meltdowns from the past year. Though they were few and far between, they were intense when they broke through your thick barrier of accommodations. Crying, yelling at nothing in particular, pulling at yourself in any which way that soothed. Even if it was to your detriment. They even disregulated her the first time she saw one. After the first few years, when you finally let her touch you, she took over helping you through them. She still did it even now, and she'd do it as long as she needed to. She turned back to the stage as the lights dimmed, wondering if your soulmate could do the same.
You saw the lights dim and heard the crowds' subdued roar through your headphones. Army Bombs lit up across a black sea as seven figures rose from a platform beneath the stage. An electric feeling crackled across the crowd, screams growing even louder. The men turned, looking to the crowd, and the concert began.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND A SEVENTEEN FIC. It's she mingyu girlfriend and he comes up with the idea of her have a relationship with the other members. I know it's being rewriten but I just need a name. So that I can stop feeling like im going crazy.
⊠note: I need to stop writing stories about the men that wreck me, cause then they end up in my biasline... welcome to the club Josh, about time you joined the lineup
Much like Seungcheol, Joshua woke up on his thirteenth birthday without any kind of indicator of a mark. But it didnât take him long before he realized just what his mark was.Â
Three days after the party, he woke up with a lip gloss and four bobby pins on the pillow next to him. In the beginning he was certain it was his mother pulling a prank on him, so he just returned all of the items to her.Â
After a few weeks she finally sat him down and asked if he was stealing things to give her.Â
It took the pair a bit of back and forth before they realized it was in fact no pranks being pulled, nor had Jamie Hongâs son suddenly become a kleptomaniac, no it was in fact all your doing.Â
Joshua had been nothing short of excited. No one liked to lose things, but all of the sudden he didnât have to mourn them, because at one point they would all be returned to him.Â
At the first chance he got, he bought a little box to store it all in. It was his own little treasure chest, and every treasure taught him a little more about you.Â
When he started training at Pledis he suddenly had a lot of shadows, which meant that everyone picked up things after him.Â
The first time he had tried telling Jun not to pick up the little hearts that fell out of his backpockets, the man had only stared at him, not understanding a single word he was saying. It also made it impossible for him to be mad at him.Â
So when they all talked through their marks, it lightened the burden a little, and the things lost were quickly just left on the floor, until they disappeared to wherever the universe stored them.Â
Every once in a while he would lose something that he adored or desperately needed. The first thing was an in-ear, more precisely, his very first set. That had led to a scolding by their manager.
The second thing had been a personalized keyring his mother had gifted him when he decided to follow his dream of becoming a singer. It hurt a little extra because his keys were in fact stuck to it.Â
He at least hoped that some of it would be clues as to who he was, that everything would lead you to him one day.Â
You, however, lost everything. It was rare that he woke up without at least one scrunchie or a lipgloss on his pillow.Â
It always brought a smile to his lips.Â
You loved mint gum, not spearmint but mint. The scrunchies you lost were always black, so he assumed that it was the color you wore the most, until one day you lost a blue one.Â
He assumed it had some significance, maybe it even brought luck, so he started wearing it whenever they were recording new music.Â
One Saturday morning he woke up to a stiletto resting next to him. He had laughed long and hard about that.Â
His very own princess.Â
He was a romantic at heart, so he did really appreciate the sentiment.
The guys had all laughed at him, who wouldâve thought his other half would be as chaotic as he himself were?Â
It took you a little longer to finally have a gift waiting on the pillow next to you. But when you woke to a handful of carefully cut out hearts on your pillow, you knew exactly where it had come from.Â
The romantic gestures were something he kept up, Valentineâs Day meant that you would wake up to a single rose on your pillow.Â
On his first birthday you woke up to a little box with a bracelet inside of it. The following birthdays there was once again a little box waiting on your pillow, all containing a little charm inside for you to attach to the bracelet.Â
Every box carrying a little note:Â
Happy birthday to me.Â
To my love
From JÂ
Your father had always teased you that your soulmate spoiled you more than he did. Which also meant he was in fact worthy to be the one to protect and carry your heart forever.Â
Every little gift made your heart beat a little faster, and it made your cheeks heat up, a red hue painting them, a similar shade to the roses he always picked up.Â
When he lost his in-ears it was the first real hint you got, and the Hangul writing on the tape attached to it was the second.Â
So at the first chance you got you traveled to Seoul, and ended up settling down there.Â
The keychain he had lost had become the one you used in your everyday life and everything else was kept in a box on your dresser.Â
Your move to Seoul meant that you, unlike most of the soulmates of the group, got exposed to idols and Seventeen at a somewhat early age.Â
Seventeen had become your favorite quickly, and it had been because of none other than your other half.Â
The voice and overall look of Joshua Hong made you blush and stutter most of the time someone even mentioned him, something that of course made total sense since he was your bias.Â
Everyone felt like that, right?Â
Seoul was a big city so you had never run into the idol, thank all the gods, your little heart wouldâve not have been able to handle that.Â
The closest you had ever been had been at your usual salon where he had walked in, followed closely by none other than Hoshi, a man, as it turned out, that was your hairdresser's soulmate.Â
You had been a blushing mess and it had been your luck that your bias hadnât looked you way.Â
The following months after Pink and Hoshi had been introduced to one another the soulmates of the band had kept popping up here and there, it had been a pleasure to follow along in their story and celebrate their joy and excitement.Â
Not long after the article about the women behind the band had been published you had awoken to a white green hydrangea on your pillow, with a little note attached to it; âour flowerâ was all the note said.Â
Which of course had to be a coincidence, right?Â
On one particular morning Joshua was having a bit of attitude, one that Vernon as per usual was quick to catch up on.Â
He raised a brow at his American brother and switched from Korean to English in the blink of an eye. Which meant that the two of them would be able to have a somewhat private conversation, despite being in a room full of people.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked with a raised brow and that expression that didnât give away even a slither of emotion.Â
Joshua sighed. âI tried with a letter again yesterday,â he shrugged. âIt just came straight back to meâ.Â
It hadnât been the first time he had tried communicating with more than just a little note attached to gifts.Â
But it seemed that the universe was determined to keep the two of you apart, for just a tad bit longer.Â
âSheâll pop up when you least expect itâ Vernon said with a little smile.
Joshua only sent him a stern look. The one that said: âkeep it up or Iâll spill your secretâÂ
Which only made Vernon smile widened.Â
âItâs her birthday soon, right? What do you plan on gifting her?â The young man said as he leaned a little closer.Â
Joshua shrugged. âI donât really know, I was hoping for something grand, something special. But itâs a little hard losing valuable gifts. People tend to just pick them up, or in some cases steal themâÂ
He couldnât help but think back on one of the times someone had snatched the gift off the ground, meant for you, and ran off with it.Â
âAt least you can give her something,â Vernon said as he stood up from his place on the floor.Â
âWell so can-âÂ
Vernon pointed at his brother with a stern look. âDonât you even dareâ he said, before he turned on his heel, leaving the conversation behind.Â
The day had been terrible, long and soul crushing all at once. There was nothing you wanted more than to just drown a bottle of wine, stuff your face with a three course meal you hadnât cooked yourself and then drift to sleep.Â
You pulled the bottle of wine a little closer to your chest, as you stood in line at the grocery store, a little scared you were so tired you might drop it.Â
When you pulled out your wallet from your jacket pocket, you didnât notice how your keychain, his keychain, fell out of your pocket.Â
However, the woman behind you did, and gently picked it up. And just as she was about to tap your shoulder and give it back to you, she looked it over, and felt her heart pick up.Â
She knew it, she knew it well, after all she had been the one to pick it out for her son.Â
An enthusiastic tap of your shoulder made you turn towards her. She was older, yet a beauty, there was no denying that, and she beamed as if she was the sun itself.Â
âExcuse me, this might sound a little strange, but what are you doing tonight miss?âÂ
There was something familiar about her, something you couldnât quite place with the mask covering most of her face.Â
You smiled politely as you lifted the bottle of wine, which seemed to only amuse her. She gave you the keychain back and you thanked her profusely.Â
âYou know, I know that keychainâŠâ She said carefully as her eyes searched yours.Â
It took a little while for the sentence to stick to your brain, it took a little while for the word to make sense.Â
âY-you do?â you said as you swallowed once.Â
She only nodded before she smiled even wider beneath that white mask of hers. You had searched for a similar keychain online, but nothing had really matched it.Â
âI do, I designed it for my sonâÂ
You felt yourself stumble back a little, and for a second there you almost dropped the bottle of wine. Lucky the woman before you were quick, and catched it before it had a chance to slip from your arms.Â
âYouâre⊠his⊠mine⊠This is insaneâ you said as you laughed a little
She grabbed onto your arm and pulled you next to her.Â
âLet me cook you dinner darling, Iâll invite Jisoo as wellâÂ
There was nothing you could do but nod, cause your body refused to cooperate with every panicked thought of your brain.Â
You helped her pack her groceries and despite the fact that you knew you should be nervous, being with her felt natural.Â
He held on to your arm as the two of you left the store and pulled you close to her. There was a smile on her lips that radiated nothing short of pride. As if she was already proud of you, as if she had already welcomed you into the family without even knowing anything about you.Â
She made you feel right at home, all you could do now was hope that her son would invoke the same type of feelings.Â
His mother had called twice in a row, but he hadnât noticed with his phone in the other end of the practice room.Â
And when her son didnât answer she began calling his brothers. Jeonghan was the first to notice, and picked up at the first ring.Â
âEomma, are you okay?â he asked as he looked towards his so-called twin, worried for a second that she had bad news.Â
âJeonghan, darling, yes! I just need to get a hold on my sonâ she responded back through the phone, it was clear to hear a bubbling excitement in her voice, so he relaxed instantly.Â
He smiled before walking the few steps towards Joshua, handing his phone to him.Â
âDude, itâs your momâÂ
Joshua looked worried for a second, but the calm demeanor from his older brother helped him relax.Â
âMomâ he said as he raised the phone to his ear, curiosity brewing in his veins.Â
âJisoo, Iâm gonna need you to come home for dinner todayâ she didnât specify why, but there was no denying that she was in fact okay.Â
He looked to Woozi with a raised brow and made a face of confusion. The two of them had a standing date every other sunday for dinner or some other kind of activity, and this day was a friday.Â
âMom thatâs sweet of you but I already have plansâŠâÂ
He didnât get to explain further before she interrupted him.Â
âJisoo Joshua Hong, you listen to me right now, youâre coming home for dinner, youâre picking up flowers on the way, and you better be freshly showered and good looking when you arrive!âÂ
Her voice was stern and for a second he felt like a child being scolded once again.Â
He sighed as he rubbed his eyes with one hand in frustration. âMom weâre practicing, we have the music video shoot in the morning and need to go over the last few things. So Iâm not really sure Iâll be able to make it to dinnerâÂ
He looked down at his watch. He definitely wouldnât be able to make it.Â
âJisooâ she said once again, and all he did was sigh in response. âJisoo, I found herâÂ
It was as if everything around him stopped. The music and the yells from his members fated into the background and all he could focus on was the words spilling from his mothers mouth.Â
He said nothing so she continued. âI was out shopping, she stood in front of me in line. She dropped your keychain, you know the one you lost?âÂ
He nodded even though she wasnât able to see it.Â
âSheâs currently walking around in the living room, no doubt looking at all your baby pictures, and I do not want to spoil who you are, so you need to get here, and you need to get here soonâÂ
He swallowed once.Â
âOkay, Iâll be there in an hourâÂ
She hung up the phone and all the noise of the world returned.Â
âSK! Thalia!â he yelled out as he gave the phone back to the rightful owner.Â
The pair came up to him quickly. âI need flowersâ was all he said. His brother looked like one giant question mark, but his soulmate on the other hand didnât question him for even a second.Â
Instead she took her other halfâs hand and pushed him around the room until all the flowers of every member bloomed.Â
He bent down and picked those he felt would go great together with yours, and then he headed straight for his things.Â
Seungcheol ran up to him. âJosh, we still have practice, you canât just leaveâÂ
âCheol I have tooâ there was a desperate sound to his voice, a need that the leader knew all too well, so instead of picking a fight he melted and let him leave with only a wish of good luck.Â
Jisoo, as you had learned his name was, had an amazingly strong mother. The house she lived in was incredible, one her son had apparently brought for her.Â
She had ordered you to sit down in the kitchen, then she had opened the bottle of wine you had bought, poured the two of you a glass and then started cooking for you.Â
âI donât want to ask too much, because some of it I would like to learn from him. But what can you tell me?âÂ
She smiled softly. âHeâs my only child, but he has a lot of very close friends that he typically refers to as his brothers. Kind of a workaholic, his schedule can be a little hectic from time to time, but he always prioritizes whatâs important to himâÂ
âThatâs a good qualityâÂ
âWell I did raise a pretty good man, if I do say so myselfâÂ
You couldnât help but laugh. âMy dad says the same thing, he likes that he spoils me so much, even though weâve never metâÂ
She beamed at that.Â
The two of you talked back and forth for a while and then you saw a car pull up. You didnât mean to but you instantly stood up. Fidgeting with your hands, you looked at Jamie with nervous eyes and all she did was send you a reassuring smile.Â
She went to greet her son, you could hear the pair talk. And then he entered the kitchen and your entire world stopped.Â
Because you knew him, you knew exactly who he was.Â
He moved a little closer and laid the giant bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island.Â
âHiâ He said with a gentle smile, and even more gentle eyes. âIâmâŠâÂ
â... Joshuaâ you finished. He beamed at that.Â
âYou know me?â He crooked his head to the side, and you couldnât help but laugh. The Joshua Hong was standing in front of you, the Joshua Hong was your soulmate.Â
You nodded, and the tears in your eyes threatened to spill. So instead you just opened your arms, and he moved towards you accordingly.Â
He had you in his arms in an instant. Picking you up from the floor as he wellowed in the feeling of your legs closing around his torso, of your arms around his neck and of your cheek next to his.Â
He felt right at home, and he knew you had belonged to him and him alone, since the day the two of you were born.Â
He was huge, tall and muscular and the videos and pictures didnât do him justice.Â
All the waiting had been worth it, and you wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms like this, but at some point his mother cleared her throat.Â
âDinner is readyâ she said with a gentle and happy smile.Â
Joshua sat you back down, yet he made sure to take your hand in his as he let you to the dining room.Â
The three of you ate dinner, talked and got to know one another, and at every point he either had your hand in his, or he had it resting somewhere on your body.Â
It was as if he physically needed to make sure that you were in fact right there.Â
When dinner was done, he offered to drive you home and there was no way you were saying no to that.Â
He held out his hand for you to take as he drove, and you took it without a second thought.Â
âSo I have to ask, are you a carat?â He looked at you with that alluring smile that had always made something in you yearn for him.Â
You laughed silently as you tried hiding behind your intertwined hands.Â
âYeah, I amâ you said as you silently shoom your head.Â
âYou know I have to ask right?â he said teasingly.Â
âDonât worry, youâve been my bias since the first time I saw youâÂ
It was almost as if you could see him puff up his chest at that comment. He felt pride stirring in his heart. Pride that you had been watching him and cheering him on for a while.Â
âWe actually almost saw each other onceâÂ
He whipped his head towards you. âReally? Where? Was it at a concert?âÂ
You shook your head. âNo, it was the day Hoshi and Pink met one another. I was the customer in her chair"
He looked at you with big eyes. âAre you telling me that if I had just sticked around for a couple of minutes more, I mightâve actually have found you that day?âÂ
It was almost as if you could feel the sadness fill the car.Â
You nodded. âIâm glad it didnât happen that day thoughâÂ
He only raised a brow, almost as if he was to scared of why that was.Â
âI would hate to share the spotlight of being the new addition to the group, this feels better, more likeâŠâÂ
He smiled at that. âFeels more like usâÂ
You nodded once again. âExactlyâÂ
He laughed almost silently. âWell you know what we have to do now? Now we have to get you your spotlightâÂ
You were early, earlier than most of the staff and definitely earlier than all of the guys. Which was a part of the plan.Â
It was supposed to be a surprise, that a mystery woman suddenly stood in their dressing room. Because how had you gotten there, and who the hell were you.Â
Joshua pulled his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. Gently kissing your forehead. âBreathe my loveâ was all he said as you nuzzled into his side.Â
It melted his heart to have you this close, that you wanted to be this close to him. It felt good, it felt like home.Â
The two of you had spent the night in your apartment, intertwined in bed as you tried learning as much about one another as you could, while still getting sleep, which he definitely needed before the shoot today.Â
The first one to get there was Seungcheol, he was by Joshua's side in an instant, pulling the man into a tight hug before he turned towards you and introduced himself.Â
People came as the minutes passed by, and then Pink and Hoshi joined.Â
You looked at the woman you had seen so many times before. She crooked her head to the side.Â
âB? What the hell are youâŠ?â And then she saw the arm slung around your shoulder, and quickly after the screaming began.Â
âOH MY GOD?! Youâre kidding me?!â She had thrown herself at you and Joshua without any thought.Â
The spotlight was officially on you, and you didnât mind one bit, not as long as it meant that he was by your side.Â
⊠as always; please comment, like, share, reblog all of that. It what's keeps me going and keeps me writing. My asks are always open for feedback or if you just wanna give me a little praise.
Hi, If someone can help me find a post about the pitt night shift being protective of the nurse with a bit of jack abott relationship. I think there's a part 2 with the day shift trying to poach them from night shift. Please someone help me find it I've been looking and can't find it.
people, especially younger people/minors, on platforms like twitter, bluesky, tiktok and instagram are too comfortable with censorship without even knowing that itâs literally a fascist textbook. âso I am personally uncomfortable with these fictional things, therefore it deserves to be censored/erased from existence and anybody who disagrees with me should be harassed and crucified for itâ
donât like something? cool. curate your own internet experience by muting/blocking what you donât want to see. donât make it other peopleâs problem to censor themselves and cater to your personal comfort. no one in real life is getting harmed because a fanfiction someone somewhere writes is taboo.
"mmh did you know that creator you like also posts đ content? did you know that? don't you think that's weird? don't you think we should keep this space-"
no. i don't.
i booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view
just go back to the 1660 new england hole you just crawled out of and eat barley for a week to atone for your sins or whatever
Heated rivalry is proof we need to kill the binge watch format and go back to weekly appointment viewing . Nothing better than when thereâs a show airing new episodes once a week and your whole tumblr ecosystem is thriving on the nourishment of two men fucking raw on their screens .
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