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i was listening to this song and i just couldn't help but think of jean and kevin where jean is looking at him thinking that kevin got a new life and (from the outside) he looks just fine, while jean is still stuck in the past
Jimin smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cigarettes, which strangely didn’t bother JK. There was glitter in his messy hair, and the smoky shadow around his eyes was slightly smudged, probably melted from the heat. His lips were red and coated with something JK assumed was gloss.
Jimin was still staring at JK when he dropped the keys on the table nearby and reached out to pull the door shut. It closed with a dull thud, leaving the two of them in semi-darkness. Closer than they had ever been.
JK felt it the moment the older one leaned in, close enough for his breath to brush against his face. Then, two fingers pressed lightly against his lips.
“Shhh! You can’t wake him up!” Jimin whispered, voice low and slurred.
“S- sorry?” JK asked, gently pushing the hand away from his lips. His own voice sounded strange to him after so long in silence.
“You can’t wake him up,” he repeated, as if it were the most important piece of information in the world. Great. I don’t want to wake him up either. Whoever he even is.
“Yoongi said not to bother him. He works too much.” Jimin said.
JK was getting more and more confused. Perfect. Just what I needed—a drunk guy who hears things.
He had seen Jimin drunk before—back when Jimin and Yoongi were dating and the three of them used to go out to parties together—so he knew just how clingy he could get under the influence.
Trying to put an end to the situation once and for all, he reached out for the switch and flicked on the dim light in the room. Jimin squinted at the sudden brightness, only to focus right back on his face a second later.
“Hey! Y-you… you’re here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” he asked, as if just realizing who had been holding him all this time.
I WAS SLEEPING, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!
“Yeah, it’s me.” Of course it’s me! Who else would it be? “And in the state you’re in, I think you should be the one going to sleep.”
This is a preview of something I wrote a long time ago and never had the courage to post
this is too good plssss give me moreeeee THE TENSION OMG
Jimin smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cigarettes, which strangely didn’t bother JK. There was glitter in his messy hair, and the smoky shadow around his eyes was slightly smudged, probably melted from the heat. His lips were red and coated with something JK assumed was gloss.
Jimin was still staring at JK when he dropped the keys on the table nearby and reached out to pull the door shut. It closed with a dull thud, leaving the two of them in semi-darkness. Closer than they had ever been.
JK felt it the moment the older one leaned in, close enough for his breath to brush against his face. Then, two fingers pressed lightly against his lips.
“Shhh! You can’t wake him up!” Jimin whispered, voice low and slurred.
“S- sorry?” JK asked, gently pushing the hand away from his lips. His own voice sounded strange to him after so long in silence.
“You can’t wake him up,” he repeated, as if it were the most important piece of information in the world. Great. I don’t want to wake him up either. Whoever he even is.
“Yoongi said not to bother him. He works too much.” Jimin said.
JK was getting more and more confused. Perfect. Just what I needed—a drunk guy who hears things.
He had seen Jimin drunk before—back when Jimin and Yoongi were dating and the three of them used to go out to parties together—so he knew just how clingy he could get under the influence.
Trying to put an end to the situation once and for all, he reached out for the switch and flicked on the dim light in the room. Jimin squinted at the sudden brightness, only to focus right back on his face a second later.
“Hey! Y-you… you’re here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” he asked, as if just realizing who had been holding him all this time.
I WAS SLEEPING, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!
“Yeah, it’s me.” Of course it’s me! Who else would it be? “And in the state you’re in, I think you should be the one going to sleep.”
This is a preview of something I wrote a long time ago and never had the courage to post
addendum: if the cheeto dies this year I'll give yall an andrew pov story in celebration
praying for his death 🙏
I refuse to watch Alex Albon rebuild Williams and give them everything he’s got only for him to end up as a second driver again to a fucking nepo baby who thinks he is owed points because of ‘bad luck’ when he can’t race people wheel to wheel after how many years in this damn sport.
To this day I cannot believe Nora wrote out the sentences “He was years away. Watching a different beautiful boy lean in close to say “Will you teach me when he’s not watching? It could be our secret”” onto actual paper so casually as if this was not a life changing, brain chemistry altering, trajectory direction adjusting moment in the sunshine court
I mean... the way this sentence is commonly used in a really horrible other situation...
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hey folks I think i'll start to use this app to practice my english writing so i'll probably write some things wrong but i don't really care anymore i just need to do something about cause otherwise it'll never get better
Kevin is the type of person that would not admit to Neil that he’s the best he’s ever had on the court and then when he changes team to never let anyone forget that he once had Neil Josten as a teammate and no one will ever reach that level of good
I need to practice my english someone helpppp
thinking a lot about kevin “doomed by the narrative” day. absolutely charming and perfect to others until he’s actually known, deeply insecure from the weight of his own impossible standards, whose interests no one really shares, and whose alcoholism is there for him like nothing else really is. whose life was hijacked by the moriyamas. whose andrew was stolen by neil and whose jean was won over by jeremy. always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
this is a book series that will have you rocking back and forth and ripping your hair out and bashing your skull into a wall but then you have to look someone directly in the eyes and say yeah it’s about a fake sport with fake drugs and also the yakuza is involved
demisexuality didn't exist until 2006 when neil josten looked at all of his teammates and said "am I gay? or?" and then summarily decided no probably not but I will keep kissing andrew for as long as he wants to be kissing me
nora pls make kevin and thea breakup pls plsss
why did neil just accept that andrew was putting him in hot little outfits
why was andrew playing dress to impress with a real man he hated
jean having both magnitude ten haterism and also loverboy instincts is very dear to me what do you mean his favourite colour is brown like the gaze that sought him out in every room but he’ll turn around and call someone a tedious malcontent
i don’t wanna hear it about the “who’s meaner: andrew or aaron” discussion anymore. it’s aaron 1000%. andrew doesn’t care to hurt your feelings, aaron however, does care to. he knows exactly how to hurt your feelings and is unafraid to go there.
