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[yehet-me-up]

Can I ask for ever after and count to eleven please?? (っ•ᴗ•)っ❤

HELLOOOO :D 💕

Ever After (Minseok’s wedding from exo mall ;~;)

You pause in your paperwork, looking down at the ring on your finger; the vintage diamond makes you smile every time you look at it. Of course he chose something perfect. The two of you did always manage to be more aware of each other than you let on. It shouldn’t have surprised you he’d find the most amazing ring you’ve ever seen.

Occasionally the weight of the ring on your finger makes you pause and bite your lip. You’d never given much thought to this part of marriage, the idea of belonging to someone, and them to you. To have and to hold, for better or worse. 

Well, we’ve already had the worse, you think with a laugh. Almost two years of back and forth, wondering if you were doomed to live without him. And for the last year you’ve absolutely had the better. 

Now the week is here. You’ll finally belong to each other. Officially. Forever.

Some part of you whispers that good things can’t last, that making such a huge commitment is dangerous. But with him it’s easy to ignore. With Minseok the idea of being permanently attached to someone, to him, relaxes something deep within you that you hadn’t been aware of until you met him.

With him the only words the idea of commitment stirs in you are safe and sure. 

Count to Eleven

While he’s away on a business trip you decide to have some fun teasing your boyfriend. Artful semi-nude photos. Voice notes moaning his name. Sexts of things you’d do to him if you were with him. He bears it all surprisingly well, given how desperate for you he normally is. 

After a long and agonizing eleven days apart he finally comes home. You’re more than ready to have some ‘welcome back’ sex, but he’s got other ideas in mind first. 

[gguksgalaxy]

One more o/ is lost azure going to be supernatural ? The white mark thingy gave me sort of supernatural vibes 🤔

ahaha you can ask as many as you want I mean it!

The white snake tattoo curled around Jungkook's bicep, seemingly moving as his muscles flexed when he tied your hands to the chair. It was a sign of his alliance, his fate, and his cause. A symptom of the disease he'd chosen to be infected with. "Why'd you do it?" you asked. He looked up, surprised at your question breaking the silence, his eyes grew wide and for a split second he looked so much younger. "The mark?" "Everything." you whispered.His face hardened again. "Because I wanted to."

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[kpopchangedme]

C-can I ask for agape? Lowkey scared ^-^"

WIP TAG GAME

Agàpe - NSFW / Soulmate!au / University!au / Highschool!au? / Basketball Player / Noona One Shot 

FYI. Bang Chan is the soulmate… However, Jaebum is the boyfriend. (‘Cuz you can’t escape my Jaebum feels anywhere). In this scene, Chan is still in highschool, the reader is roughly 5 years older.

I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL. THIS “SNIPPET” IS PRACTICALLY AN ENTIRE CHAPTER LMAO. I HAD TO PUT A READ MORE. I HATE MYSELF.

“Which one is your friend?”

Jaebumbeamed when he reached the spot next to you in the bleachers, holding to aridiculously giant soda and popcorn. When you grabbed the latter and one of hishands was freed, he immediately wrapped it around your shoulders. Slowly,Jaebum brought his face next to yours to point his finger at a tall, lankylooking teenager.

“That’s Gyeom.”You nodded, detailing the slender basketball player standing with his teammates.

“I couldhave told you that,” beside you, Jaebum’s friend you had just met threw his ownarm around your shoulders with all the fake confidence in the world, “babe.”

Jaebumgrunted and you laughed, seeing him take the bait. Bambam recoiled awaycautiously, winking at you before briefly turning his attention to a young girlin a cheerleading uniform. You stared at the tanned teenager, who was around16, wondering how he managed to become so familiar with your way olderboyfriend.

“Tell meagain how you got that close with these kids?” You murmured inJB’s hear and he shivered at the sensation.

“I metYugyeom a few years back when he attended one of my B-Boying class.” He offereda you a sip of his cola and you obliged, not breaking eye contact. “We stilldance together sometimes, him too.” He pointed his chin at the one over yourright shoulder, whispering in return in your ear. “Sorry, Bambam’s a specialnut case.”

“I can hearyou.” The boy concerned claimed, although you doubted it since he didn’tcorrect Jaebum. “Y/n, it’s the first time I meet JB’s girl. You’re so pretty,he should’ve kept you locked up. I’ll steal you away.” Jaebum’s hand on yourshoulder squeezed you reassuringly and Bambam leaned in, a dark glow in hiseyes “Anyway, if you get bored with him, you know where to find the Dab King!”

Yourboyfriend tried to reach out to hit him, but you were already replying, snarky;“In high school?”. The boy’s smile faded and Jaebum snorted atthe burn.

“I’ll growup ya know?” Bambam scoffed, unconvincing. “I’ll be taller than JB when I’llreach his age. Then I’ll fight for you!”

“And I’ll stillbe 4 years older!” You slapped the hand he was holding up your way and Jaebumlaughed. It was good seeing him have fun, he had been locked into his dancingstudio all winter.

The playfulconversation went on, interrupted only when the young girls of the cheer squaddanced an opening number. It was a local game, the last one before the statetournaments and according to Jaebum, it was that high school’s best seasonever. Eventually, the game started, and you expected to drift intoindifference. All watching sport ever did to you was make you fall asleep andyou expected this to be a similar experience.

All sportevents were alike, designed to lull the crowd into a false sense of comfort,make them sleep for when the real issues come; the need for revolution or freedom.To you, pleasures that weren’t enticed by art were all void.

You wereonly there that day to be with your boyfriend, play the supportive girlfriend.His hand was on your knee, thumbs rubbing the side of your thigh and you leanedon his shoulder, craving affection.

Unfortunately,as the game started, a player stood out.

Even youcould see it, and after only 5 minutes, you found yourself heavily invested,unable to tear your eyes away from that boy in an ugly green jersey. He barelygot to catch a break, always playing and yelling at the other teens on histeam.

He wasn’ttall, a little more than a head shorter than Yugyeom and most players.

He wasn’tparticularly stylish, buried under the oversize jersey and sporting crazyfrizzy hair.

He wasn’texactly handsome either, features awkward, lost in the middle of his growthspurt.

That kidlooked awfully puny on that field – or whatever a Basketball court is called –misplaced. Yet everybody moved when he spoke, and you couldn’t help staring.

You had absolutelyno idea why.

Soonenough, the world zeroed in on that inelegant teenager and you realised the onethat felt misplaced, the one completely out of it was you.The air coming in your lungs; Jaebum’s sweet hand on your knee; Bambam’scheers; everything felt so wrong.

Youshouldn’t have been there that day.

Then theend buzzer for the first quarter rang in the gym and you watched that shortplayer walk to his coach in a daze.

“I didn’tknow Chan was the Point Guard.” Jaebum leaned in front of you to catch Bambam’sattention and you had to stretch your neck to keep looking at the artless boy.

You didn’tlisten to the other teen’s answer, captivated as the sweaty player talked tohis teammates, overzealous. He ran a white towel over his face and hair,breaking his wet brown curls furiously. They were already many points behind,perhaps that’s why he looked so pissed off. When he raised his head to surveythe crowd, you turned yours towards Bambam in a hurry, cheeks burning withoutany reason.

The tannedteen waved his hand towards the field and your gaze snapped to your boyfriend,also waving happily. You had no reason to feel so weird, but your reached forhis free hand, craving distraction. Jaebum intertwined his fingers with youleisurely, barely glancing your way to press a chaste kiss on your lips.Instantly, butterflies soared in your stomach and you felt better, smilingdumbly.

Everythingwas alright, you didn’t need to be so worried.

When thesecond quarter started, the things rapidly took a bad turn for the home team.Players didn’t keep their positions, you knew this simply because Bambamcomplained about it. Even a newbie like you could clearly see their plays wereutter chaos though. The object of your attention was silent now, brows sofurrowed his eyes disappeared as he ran the court back and forth, gettingyelled at by his coach. You felt bad for the poor teen somehow, so you cheeredwhen he finally got the ball and an opportunity to try for 3 points. Secondsbefore the buzzer of the second quarter rang.

“SHOOT!”

Thebleachers had grown quiet from dejection and your voice echoed loudly,startling the kid on the court. Two seconds. Bambam turned to stare, but yourboyfriend clapped, unbothered by your sudden interest.

“ShootChan! Come on!”

Your headsnapped to Jaebum, amazed he knew the young teen’s name just as the bleacherswere coming alive. People, teenagers, parents, jumped all around, cheeringthe player who just shot in the basket. Their screams buried the buzzer of thesecond quarter.

“BANG.CHAN. BANG. CHAN. BANG. CHAN.”

Theystomped their feet, chanting the name as you and Jaebum observed, totally lostby their little choreography. This seemed to be common sight, even for theplayers who just went back to their bench to get scold. That quarter washorrible for the team, the impressive 3 points shot didn’t save the last 8minutes.

“You alsoknow that boy?” Ignoring the frenziness, you stood next to Jaebum, asking abovethe noise.

“Yes!” Hebeamed proudly, clapping along. “Chan attends night classes at the Conservatoire!”

You don’tknow why his answer had you so shocked, you were having an off day. Somethingwas wrong, horribly wrong with you. Jaebum looked at you, frowning, sensing youweren’t feeling well.

“What isChan doing?” A girl behind your back asked, voice creeping under your skin.

You lookedaway from your boyfriend to stare the court, finding it empty except from theyoung player in the oversize jersey. He still stood on the exact spot he shotfrom, staring at the bleachers. He was as pale as a sheet, drenched by sweatand he ran a hand on his forehead, getting rid of the strands in his eyes toget a better look.

“He’s aboutto barf!” Another teen commented and although you were also frozen in place,you heard the disgust in her voice. “Is he sick?” The coach yelled for him towalk back to the bench and slowly, the chant from the crowd died down, lettingan awkward quietness fill the gymnasium.

“Y/n?”Jaebum’s hand found your back, worried, but you kept staring at that stranger,that boy, feeling your whole life course being disrupted.You were the one about to throw up, you were sure of it. The young player wasstaring back at you, mouth ajar like he just received the biggest hit in thestomach.

The boytook a step forward and you looked at your boyfriend panicked. “Jaebum, I thinkI’m going to be sick!” You hurried past him, not minding who you were shovingaside as you ran to make your way out of the bleachers. Everything was a blur,you needed to get out of that gym, away from that boy.

Yoursoulmate was a fucking teenager.