Hello! May I request for either Hongjoong or San with "911? Yes, I'd like to report a loser". Please and thanks! ^^
hongjoong x gender neutral reader, thank you so much and I hope you like this! to whoever is reading this, cut your hair if you want lol
“oh my god.” you mumble, pinching your hair between your fingers, scissors perched in your other hands. “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
“does that make it easier?” his voice cuts through your chanting, low and amused. you tear your eyes off your reflection to glance over at him. you’re currently video calling him, your phone perched in front of you against your bathroom mirror. his hair is blonde, a little long and fluffy, and the smile gracing his face is almost infectious.
“I’m hyping myself up.” you mumble, scowling at him. he laughs, and that is definitely infectious. you can’t suppress the small smile that tugs at your lips.
“you’ve been hyping yourself up for the last - holy shit.”
you blink at the chunk of hair pinched between your fingers, your heart soaring at the sight. somehow, cutting your own hair felt good, despite every single meme you’ve seen telling you that cutting your hair would be a bad idea, especially during these times. you grin, glancing down at his wide eyes. his face hovers close, his head resting against his forearms, probably sprawled on the floor of the practice room. you can see his legs swinging behind him. one of his hands are over his mouth.
you grin at kim hongjoong. his eyes seem to melt at your grin - you will never ever get used to the way he looks at you, even when you’re doing the most mundane of things, as if you alone hung the moon and stars, as if he sees god in you - and you blush at his expression, turning back to the mirror brush out your hair with your fingers.
you’re not quite sure if it looks good since you’ve been stuck in your house for who knows how long and it’s like three in the morning and this was definitely an impulsive move, but you decide you’ll evaluate the consequences in the morning. besides, even if it looks terrible, your boyfriend is supposed to pretend it doesn’t.
so, you turn to the camera, wiggling your fingers under your face as you ask, “how does it look? do I look cute?”
hongjoong blinks, once, twice, three times, remaining silent. you continue making faces at him, pouting your lips and wiggling your fingers. his eyes twinkle with mischief, amusement, and incredible fondness.
suddenly, he stretches out his pinkie and thumb, pretending to dial at his palm like a phone. you frown in confusion before he speaks. “911? yes, I’d like to report a loser. they cut their hair with kitchen scissors and now they’re trying to act cute.”
“hey!!” you screech at him.
he snickers, tilting his head, a giant grin gracing his features. you glare at him, even as he mumbles, “I just hate how you look good even when your hair is uneven.” he tucks his chin against his forearm, seemingly peering at you, and he mumbles, in a small, sad tone, “I also hate that I can’t even call you a cute loser in person.”
you redden at that, glancing away. you respond, “just because you added cute, doesn’t mean I didn’t hear you call me a loser twice, joong.”
“but you love it when I call you a loser.”
“I do not.”
hongjoong raises a brow and you both know that you are lying. he smiles at the look on your face before he says, “you do look cute, though, if it’s any consolation. you always look cute.”
he laughs, eyes twinkling, at how flustered you get.
my bias: baron & acebias wrecker(s): aynofave title track: senorita she’s a bangerfave non-title track: winter breezefave mv: flower also a fave title track
Hello there!! I was was wondering if you know the members' fandom names? Like I think LC's is either Ling Tang or Chao Tang. I don't remember I just remember the tang part. XD please and thanks!! ^^
Hi!! c:
LC’s fandom name is 糖精 (tang jing) - which when translated directly means candy spirit
MZY’s fandom name is 小董事儿 (xiao dong shi er) - which come from mzy’s nickname 小董事 (little sensibilities); but i think some fans also like to call themselves 洋妻 (yang’s wife)
for BF and YY, they don’t have a fandom name yet; YY said he’s still considering according to this interview, but generally his fans usually call themselves 岳妻 (yue’s wife); and i remember seeing this interview where BF said he’s thinking of calling his fans 卜凡兄弟 (bufan’s brothers)
Hi! May I request prompt #15 with mark please? Thanks. ^^
prompt: 15. “That’s salt, not sugar.”group: GOT7pairing: mark tuan, yougenre: fluff, non idol!auwords: 1546 (wow i can’t stop writing ;; but i hope this is ok aggh)
You just couldn’t do it.
You couldn’t sleep for the life of you. You’re tired,yes—sleep deprived, even—so you have no idea why your system won’t shut downlike it should, but you are reminded of the three cups of coffee you downedthroughout the day to keep you awake since you weren’t able to sleep properlythe night prior either.
You didn’t want it to become a habit, but you were for suregoing to drive yourself insane if you continue lying on your bed with nothingto do but keep staring at the most interesting ceiling in the world.
As soon as you sit up, you hear a slight grumble in yourstomach and you think, “Well, might as well make myself a snack at 3:25 in themorning.”
And so you get up, enter the kitchen and decide on bakingcookies. A sweet tooth always has time for cookies.
Turning on the television in the living room for minimalbackground noise, you begin assembling your ingredients—with your stockknowledge of ingredients as you’ve made many late night desserts in yourcollege career. You made sure the volume of the TV and your footsteps were atits lowest as your roommate is probably sleeping soundly in his bed at thishour. Sighing in jealousy, you continue grabbing a bowl and a whisk from thekitchen drawers and start your mini baking show on your own.
It’s not to say you’re not sleepy as you’ve counted fiveyawns in the middle of pouring and whisking certain ingredients into the bowlalready, it’s just that your body couldn’t fully get into sleep mode at all.You look at the door where your roommate resides in and wonder how he coulddoze off so easily. He had been a quiet one, Mark Tuan, but whenever you docatch each other in the apartment you both exchange polite greetings anyway.
It’s disappointing, really, as he’s actually your type—butthat’s all there is to it. He probably even dislikes you as a roommate seeingas he rarely comes out of his shell. Although you see him on campus from timeto time, your twitchy nerves act up and fail to greet him casually. Instead, ashe passes by you shrivel in place and the friends you’re with at the momentbegin to pretend you’re nothing but a stranger to them.
What supportive friends you have.
However, the times you do spot him outside, no girl insight is with him as he’s always squeezed in between his friends. It’s actuallyamusing to you how he’s the tiniest of them all—in terms of figure, as one ofthem, you believe, is the most athletic one—and so he looks too adorable to bea part of the group that girls your age swoon over.
At the same time, though, it’s what made you slowly fallfor the guy. His charm is in his smile whenever you see him a few secondsbefore he leaves the apartment; it’s in his laugh, a laugh so bubbly wheneverhis athletic friend cracks up one of his corny jokes; it’s in the way he movesso elegantly whenever you catch him lounging on the fields at your university’spark. These moments you so luckily glimpse at with your own eyes—and stillhaven’t seen a girl by his side.
You may still have a chance.
Yawning, you place the box of flour to the side afterpouring a good amount of it into the mixing bowl, and you’re about to grabanother cup of whatever it might be until you hear a door creak open. Youfreeze in your place, not knowing what to do as you see Mark come out of hisroom, sporting no shirt on and just his boxers.
He catches your stare, eyes widening in apparent surpriseof your presence. “Hey,” he mumbles first, sleep evident in his tone.
“Uh, hey—hi—good evening!” You stutter out loud, smackingyourself mentally. If you weren’t sleepy before, you’re sure wide awake now.
Mark approaches your station warily, peering his eyes atthe batter you’re creating. He looks at the TV playing some late night talkshow on screen and returns his gaze on your bowl. “It’s almost four. What’sthis?”
Blinking rapidly, you follow his gaze and think of a properresponse that wouldn’t make you sound like an odd individual snacking onhomemade treats in the middle of the night. Scratching the back of your neck,you utter softly, “I couldn’t sleep.”
“So you thought of baking cookies?” Mark responds, ateasing tone in his voice. You nod sheepishly as your eyes try to wander to hisshirtless chest, but you cough instead to disguise the growing pink tone onyour cheeks.
“You willing to share some?” He asks, unfazed by yourawkward movements. Your cheeks burn in thought, and you want to pinch yourselfold fashioned way to confirm you’re actually not dreaming right now.
You have never, in the six months you’ve lived under thesame roof, talked to this guy for more than ten minutes and now here he is,half naked and handsome, asking to have some of your cookies.
You’d give him more if he permitted.
“Oh, yeah. No problem. Will you still be awake when they’redone?” You answer nonchalantly—sort of, you think you squirmed a bit—and returnto adding the last few needed items for your batter. Mark nods and sits infront of you on the island counter, resting his head on his palms.
You can feel yourself sweating, and you’re nervous that itmight blend into your mix if you keep thinking about the man in front of you.But finally, your mix is done and you’re ready to scoop them into a bakingsheet.
“Hold on one second,” Mark abruptly says making you turn tohim with a curious expression, your eyes trying their hardest not to go downfurther. “What is it?”
“That’s salt, not sugar.”
“What?”
“What you just put into your mix,” Mark implies, pointingat the now empty cup to the side of the bowl. “Look at the container you tookit out from. That’s the salt.”
Approaching the object of interest, you inspect the boxwhose packaging label had been torn off. You dip a finger ever so slightly andtaste it on your tongue.
Shit. He’s right. And now you feel like an absolute fool.
Not only did you waste so much stuff—which you bought withyour hard earned cash, and it isn’t a lot considering your broke collegestudent aesthetic—but you did so right in front of the guy you’d been meaningto impress.
There goes your first and last attempt of trying to makeyourself look good in front of anyone attractive—let alone Mark freaking Tuan.
Mark laughs, and you swear you feel yourself shrinking tothe size of a pea, but he dismisses a hand and stands up. “You know what, it’sfine. I could just order pizza if you’re that hungry.”
You give him an incredulous look as your eyes shot open andyour mouth like a fish out of water. Was he really offering you free food?
“I’m still getting pizza even if you don’t want any,” headds and you shake your head to regain consciousness of the situation. “Sure, I’llhave some!”
Mark smiles at your response, motioning for you to followhim. “Sweet. Wanna hang in my room while we wait for it?” He gives the TVanother glance and shrugs. “Unless you want to watch shitty shows on the TV.”
Scoffing, you grab the remote from the counter and turn theTV off. “No, I think your company is much better,” you blurt out. Immediatelyregretting the bold move, you make it a mission to clean up the mess you’vemade in the kitchen, quickly excusing yourself, “But uh, I don’t want to invadeyour privacy or something.”
“We live in the same apartment. It’s time we actually getto know each other,” Mark simply explains, and you feel another wave of blushpassing through you. You sense his figure hovering behind you and your bodyfreezes in place as you see his hand grabbing the whisk from your side, hismouth dangerously close to your ear.
“Let me help you with that,” he whispers, and you swear he knows what he’s doing to you. Gulping,you nod your head and continue with cleaning up the place. When everything’s inplace, Mark shows a hand towards his room and you execute a little curtsy for adramatic effect. You hear his laugh, the laugh you’ve only witnessed him makeamong his friends, and you smile shyly to yourself.
“Are you going to put on any clothes, perhaps?” You findyourself asking, and Mark becomes suddenly aware of his half nakedness but hegives you a look you can’t resist. “Why? Would you want me to?”
You couldn’t believe your ears, but you play along and shakeyour head no. Mark smirks at your sly response, and begins conversing aboutanything and everything he could think of—and you, you wouldn’t want to beanywhere else.
my bias: bambambias wrecker(s): yugyeom, mark, youngjaefave title track: just rightfave non-title track: she’s a monster (i haven’t listened to many of their sidetracks-)fave mv: lullaby
Hi! Since you're a big fan of BC221 and know Chinese... How is Qin actually pronounce? I mean I've heard them say something like 'kween' or 'kwin' but I always assume the q always made the sh or ch sound. Or I may be missing something. It's been bothering me since forever. Hopefully you can help me out!! Please and thanks! ^^
I don’t think I can be much help regarding this cause I’ve honestly never heard any of the boys say ‘qin ent’ with English ( anyone pls correct me if I’m wrong ;;) usually when they refer to the company they use 坤音 ( kun yin ) which is the chinese name
but omg I know their ceo’s surname is 秦 (qin) so maybe that could be the way to pronounce it?? BUT HONESTLY I’M NOT SURE SORRY :c
Hi! May I make a request for Bang Chan? I dunno if you've seen the gif or video where the boys were playing with water bottles at a show and Chan pretended like he didn't know them. But this time it's with his s/o and the s/o pretends they don't know Chan instead. I hope this makes sense if not, please lmk. Please and thank you!! ^^
Ahh I had to look that up but I think you mean the one where they are like stacking the bottles?? And Chan is kind of hiding his hand behind his face? Because I think I saw that going around on twitter (it’s hilarious how childish they act sometimes, but also kinda adorable).
I can definitely try to make up a little something with that. Not sure if it’ll be enough for a whole scenario thing, but I’m sure I can do something with that^^
