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Reason to love you?
ᡣ𐭩 Includes: Husband!Yoongi x wife!reader
ᡣ𐭩 Genre: Established relationship!AU, Flufffff.
ᡣ𐭩 A/N: If this is familiar to you don't worry too much, it had been posted on my previous account which no longer exists fuck tumblr. I changed like half of it😭 sjsjs anyway I hope you like it my baby angels🥰💗.
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HOME.
That's what you felt right now. Peace, comfort and at home. The atmosphere filled with a sense of serenity only your lover could bring your way.
Yoongi had stayed in today, to spend the day with you. Lazing around the house. Just engulfed in each other's embrace.
So here you were, splayed across the couch, buried under fluffy blankets of your choice. Yoongi layed, with his head half his body on your chest.
Serene silence had taken over the room. Only sounds that could be heard, were the soft groans you elicited from him by playing with his hair and the faint noise of a movie playing in the background.
Perfection ; that's what the moment was.
"I love you Mateo, I love you because you understand me. I love you because you were there for me whenever I needed you. I love you because you're so good to me, I love you Mateo", confessed the female lead of the movie you two were watching.
"I don't know why but I don't like the way she has confessed her love for him, like I don't know it just feels so-so-", you comment on the prior love confession in the movie.
"Conditional?, you finish.
" As in she only loves him because he did nice things for her?", Yoongi adds.
"YES!, it just feels soo soo conditional. It feels as if she didn't love him but the things he did for her",
"Hm you're right",
Silence once again takes over the both of you as you indulge yourselves into the shitty rom com once again.
"I love how you love me; how we love each other", you speak after a few moments.
"How is that?", he asks.
"Without a reason, without a purpose, so purely and dearly. Just because we're ourselves and exist",
He doesn't say anything to your explanation. Just holds you a little tighter and nuzzles his face into you a little deeper.
"I love you", Yoongi whispers , a few moments later.
"Without a reason", he adds.
"I love you without a reason too", you whisper back, pulling him in further.
Perfection, that's what the moment was, that's what he was.
There isn't a reason needed to love something or someone, you just do it and that what makes it even more special.
Just loving;
without reasons.
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My piano lesson is over... its was okay but i could only think about
YOONGI YOONGI YOONGI
(Also the others but YoOnGi~~~ T.T my baby)
LOOK AT HIM
LIL MEOW MEOW 😭 I STILL CANT BELIVE WE REALLY GOT TO SEE HIM 😭😭😭
This picture will clear your acne, stop hatred and bring world peace.
Suga on Weverse
11 June 2022
7 Secrets <pt. 5>
GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!
WARNINGS: none woohoo
WORD COUNT: 5594 lol sorry there was a lot to get through here but at the same time I'm not sorry
Part 5!!!! You guys I had so much fun writing this part. We are getting down to it. I’m literally so excited. Let me know what you guys think! Thanks for all the support! Also, if you guys have any requests for future stories regarding our boys, hit me up! <3
Minsuh is already waiting for me by the time I exit the building, and I slide into the passenger seat as quickly as possible.
“What’s going on? I have a missed call from Mr. Bang. Should I call him back right now?”
Minsuh looks over at me, and I pause at the look in her eyes. My stomach drops as I expect the worst. Even in the dim interior lighting of her car, I can see just how pale her face is.
“Beth…”
We’re still idling in front of the building, but I feel the whole world spinning around me too quickly.
“Minsuh, what’s going on? Did something happen?” I take a shaky breath. “Are the boys alright?”
Minsuh is quick to reach out and grab my hand, and I notice the tremor in her hand as I cling tightly to her.
“They’re fine, I’m so sorry, I should have clarified sooner.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. If something were to happen to the boys...I can’t finish that thought.
“Then what’s going on?”
Minsuh shakes her head, turning to face forward again before beginning to drive. Even though I feel immense relief knowing that the boys are alright, now I’m beginning to imagine other scenarios. Why would Mr. Bang call me? He never does unless it’s a schedule call to update me on something.
“Bang wanted to call us tonight, but it was a last minute thing. So he did, and we talked.” I wait for her to continue, and she looks like she’s struggling to even speak right now. “We wanted to wait for you, so he didn’t say much…”
“Well, what did he say? Does he want me to call him?”
“No, he’s still on Facetime with everybody. That’s why I came to get you, though. He said it’s really important and that everybody needs to be present.”
I run a hand through my hair, ignoring how it shakes. This morning when I felt so calm and happy seems like years ago.
“Wait, what did he say though?” I realize that Minsuh has done an excellent job at avoiding the question, which does nothing to quell my fears.
She simply shakes her head, focusing on the road. “I don’t think it’s my place to say, but I swear it’s good news. I’m just shaken up. That’s all.”
Good news? I highly doubt it’s that good if Minsuh looks like she’s about to pass out. In fact, she probably shouldn’t even be driving.
What on earth could Mr. Bang want? And so suddenly?
Of course, my mind wants to scream out at me it’s time it’s finally time, but I shove that voice down. I’ve been through too many close calls thinking that I was finally going to come face to face with my soulmate only to be shut down. That kind of thinking only ends up in heartache.
The drive that should have taken much longer than it did (Minsuh is definitely speeding), is suddenly coming to an end as I recognize the Udon place we ate at last night just a couple of blocks away from the apartment. With every passing second I feel like I’m speeding closer and closer to fate. My right foot reacts instinctively as it pumps the brakes only to realize that I can’t.
I realize for the second time in my life that I cannot control fate when it comes knocking. The only thing that I can control is myself.
By the time we park I’ve been practicing my breathing exercises, trying to get my rapid heart rate under control. The street is peaceful, the evening stars just peeking through the bright lights of the city.
Standing there just outside my apartment, I gaze up at the night sky and breathe. In and out, deeply. I cling to the sliver of peace that settles upon me, promising myself that no matter what happens tonight, the stars will still be there. Tonight, tomorrow, and beyond. Fate may toss whatever it wants at me, but the stars will not fail me.
A soft touch at my elbow alerts me to Minsuh’s presence, and she looks at me for a moment before wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I return the embrace, absorbing the unspoken love and support.
“Shall we?” I ask. Minsuh nods, linking her arm through mine as we enter the apartment.
I’m not sure what I expect to see when I go inside, but I know it wasn’t Bang PD’s face staring out at me from our television. Somebody must have connected their phone to the tv to make it easier for all seven of us to take the call.
“Ah, Bethany, how kind of you to stop by.” Mr. Bang’s warm tone carries the innocent-sounding sarcasm we often use with each other. I smirk up at him and I take off my shoes and hurry over to the couch, taking a place between Minsuh and Himari.
“I saw you called me. Sorry I missed it, some of us have work to do.” Mr. Bang grins down at me, and I hear Seohyun give out a strained chuckle. A quick observation shows everybody to be in a similar state to Minsuh. In fact, it looks like Minsuh is better off than most of them. Probably the reason why they sent her to pick me up in the first place.
Mr. Bang clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. He’s looking beyond his screen, and my heart stutters as I wonder who else is in the room with him.
Please not Namjoon, please not Namjoon.
“So what’s going on? You don’t tend to call without scheduling it first.”
Himari slowly moves her arm until it’s linked through mine, her hand gently squeezing my forearm. I glance at her but her eyes remain glued to the tv.
“Well, remember that conversation we had a little while back, when you requested that I give you a 48 hour notice before meeting your soulmate so you could have enough time to catch a flight to Antarctica?”
I swear I hear a surprised laugh in the background of the call, but the pounding of my heart in my ears overpowers any other sound at the moment.
Breathe, now is not the time to pass out. Remember, that’s Aera’s job.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble out, then remind myself to not look like a zombie. “Yeah, I remember. Why do I get the feeling that I’m once again the last person to know about something important?”
When a few of the girls come out of their trances enough to chuckle knowingly, I suddenly lose the ability to move. Instead I sit there completely still, awaiting Mr. Bang.
Awaiting fate.
Which, in most cases, Mr. Bang and fate are pretty synonymous for me.
“Yeah, sorry about that. You’re just hard to get a hold of sometimes.” When I have no snarky reply for him, he continues. “Ok, Bethany. Consider this your 48 hour notice.”
It takes about five seconds for the weight of that sentence to really sink in.
I always thought that when I was given the long awaited news that I would shortly meet my soulmate, the world would slip away from under me and I would feel like I was floating among the stars. I would be happy, shocked, I don’t know. I would just float there and Namjoon would be the only one to bring me back to earth. Him, and only him. It would be beautiful, and that would be the beginning of everything.
Instead, the world suddenly comes into focus.
I’m blatantly aware of everything surrounding me. It’s like I’m seeing the living room for the first time, seeing the girls for the first time as they turn to assess my reaction. Everything is so tangible, so real.
I can’t tell if it makes me feel small or empowered or just extremely human. Whatever it is, I pull through the shock settling into my bones just enough to slip back into that sarcastic charm I’ve relied so heavily upon all my life.
“Alrighty then,” I mumble, frowning slightly when it comes out in English. Mr. Bang simply grins again. I get up from the couch, the sudden urge to move and feel the ground beneath me impossible to resist. “48 hours? I could probably pull some strings, make it to Antarctica in time. You don’t happen to have any pilot friends, do you?”
Tension that I didn’t know what there before fades from Mr. Bang’s face as he laughs at my ridiculous question. Again, his eyes trail away to look beyond his screen. Who is he looking at? I can’t muster up the courage to ask. Instead, I slip into professional mode. It’s easy enough, seeing as I was just in my meeting this afternoon, slipping into the same persona.
Right. This is just a meeting. We need to hash out the date and time, location. Just like any other meeting. Make it through this meeting, Beth, and then you can do whatever you need to do.
“Ok, I’m assuming that you already told everybody else all of this before I got here?”
“Yes, I did. Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”
“That’s fine. Did you already go over what time? Where?”
Mr. Bang straightens up at my tone, a flicker of an emotion similar to respect in his eyes. “No, I haven’t yet. Would you like to now?”
I nod, then scurry off to where I dropped my bag when I entered. Grabbing my phone from my purse and pulling up the notes app, I settle back down on the couch beside Himari.
“How are you not losing your mind right now?” Himari whispers beside me, so quietly that I almost don’t hear her.
I shoot her an amused look. “Because I think I already died.” I whisper back, and it’s enough to get her to laugh, some of the icy nerves retreating a bit. (and then returning as I remember that we’ve still got our microphones on for the documentary and they caught every word)
I shrug it off, bringing my attention back to the matter at hand.“Alright, let’s hear it.”
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The rest of the call passes by in a blur, with Mr. Bang sending us an email with all the needed details. He carefully goes through each point, giving an outline of what awaits the seven of us the day after tomorrow.
Which, as I notice that it’s already nearly 11 pm, is going to be here sooner than I think I want.
“So just go ahead and come up to my office on Thursday, and I’ll be there to help you out with everything else. Sounds good?”
Everybody numbly nods, the emotional exhaustion setting in. I can’t help but grin as I realize with a start that I was given the news about having a soulmate on a Thursday three years ago, and now I’ll finally meet him on a Thursday.
It would appear that fate has a thing for Thursdays.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to just drive there? It’s not that far from here.” I ask the question for the second time. It’s nice that he wants to send a van from the BigHit building, but it just makes me feel a little silly. Like we’re famous or something. Which, when I see Ichika sitting at her usual spot on the floor with a bowl of cereal at her feet, I note that we are anything but famous. I don’t even know when she got up to get cereal.
At least she’s eating. I’m not sure I can stomach anything right now.
“Don’t worry about it, please. I know that it’s going to be a stressful day for everybody, the last thing you need to worry about is driving. The van will be there at 5 pm sharp, just be ready.”
I nod, letting it go. It will be nice to not have to worry about driving, even though it’s only a half hour drive from here. I’ll just have to find something productive to do all day so I’m not losing my mind.
“Ok. That’s fine. Is there anything else?” I hide behind a yawn that quickly passes to Himari at my side.
“That should be everything. Double check the email in the morning after you’ve all rested, and let me know if you need anything.” Mr. Bang sighs, clearly as worn out as we are. “We’re all excited to see you.”
We. “By we you mean you and the staff, right?” I jokingly ask, earning a laugh.
“Obviously. And maybe a few other people as well. See you Thursday?”
“See you Thursday.”
He cuts the call, leaving the seven of us alone in the dimly lit room. I stand up, prepared to pace, but find that I’m too tired to even try. I end up laying down on the ground, staring up at the ceiling.
“Ok,” I start, running my hands through my hair for the fourteenth time tonight. “Can someone please explain to me what just happened?”
The others grunt in agreement, each of us just as much in shock as the other.
It’s silent for a couple of minutes as each of us try to process our thoughts. I close my eyes, mind going a million miles a minute as I try to fathom that after all this waiting, I’m finally going to meet my soulmate.
A sniffle breaks the silence, and my head shoots up as I see Minsuh with her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she quietly sobs.
Everybody is quick to move, all of us surrounding her in a matter of seconds. Aera gently massages her shoulders before leaning forward and nuzzling her face into her neck.
“What’s wrong, Min?” Aera questions, and we exchange knowing glances.
“It’s just,” Minsuh continues crying into her sweater paws, the sight making my heart ache. “What if h-he’s disappointed? I just don-don’t want to disappoint him. I thought I would h-have more time…” Her sobs cut off the rest of her sentence, and my heart cracks on her behalf.
“Oh, Minsuh.”
“You’re not going to disappoint him, I promise.”
“Minsuh, you’re the best of us,” Ichika softly whispers, brushing the hair out of her face. “There’s no way Jungkook could be disappointed. Why do you think Bang PD called so suddenly? I bet Jungkook found out about you and couldn’t wait a second longer to have you in his life.”
Minsuh slowly looks up at Ichika, her eyes red and puffy. “You think so? I don’t think so. Do you think they even know about us yet? Maybe Mr. Bang hasn’t told them yet, a-and we’re just going to be an unwelcome surprise.”
I wince at her words, her fears similar to my own.
Ichika shakes her head firmly, her hand resting just beneath Minsuh’s chin as she looks into her eyes.
“Absolutely not. Minsuh, that’s not going to happen. You know what’s going to happen?” Minsuh shakes her head ‘no’, her eyes wide. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. We’re going to meet our boys,” Ichika’s voice wavers with emotion, but she continues on. “And it’s going to be the best, most memorable day of our lives. We are going to go together, because we’re sisters and we have each other’s backs through thick and thin. We’re going to walk in there and see them and you know what’s going to happen? Aera’s going to pass out, Soon is going to lose the ability to speak,” Soon chuckles, nodding her head in agreement. “Himari is probably going to trip over her own feet, I’m going to spill something on Taehyung, I’m certain about that. I’m not sure what Beth is going to do, but I can guarantee it’s going to be something embarrassing. Very, very embarrassing.” I gasp, pinching her. “Ow! And Seohyun is going to burst into song or something and not be able to stop.” Minsuh bites her lip, a little smile gracing her features. “But you know what? You’re probably going to waltz in there like a freaking princess, and Jungkook is going to be in absolute shock. You’ll make up for all of our clumsiness, and you’ll be so amazing because you already are.”
The seven of us stay like that for a long time, Minsuh’s quiet sobs finally subsiding some time later. At some point she falls asleep, and Aera curls up on the couch next to her, quickly following suit.
Seohyun gets up to go make some tea, Ichika offering to help.
“I’m making chamomile, to help me sleep. Anybody else want some?” The rest of us request it, knowing that we won’t be able to fall asleep as easily as Minsuh and Aera. Not when I keep startling myself every five seconds as I suddenly remember that I’m meeting my soulmate in less than two days.
Himari pats the cushion next to her, and I settle down with a grunt. She flops her head onto my shoulder, and we both stare out the far window into the street. Kyung-soon takes up a spot on the floor at our feet.
“I don’t think I’ll really be able to believe it’s happening until we’re there, actually meeting them,” Himari says.
“Me neither,” Kyung-soon fiddles with her blanket. “Do you think they’re freaking out as much as we are?”
“Oh definitely,” Himari chuckles.
The thought of the boys sitting together and talking like we are now warms me up like hot chocolate.
“Oh, no. What am I going to wear?” I wonder aloud. Everybody else groans in agreement. “Anybody down to go shopping tomorrow?” I ask, already mentally planning an outfit. Everybody is quick to agree.
By the time Ichika and Seohyun arrive with the tea, Aera has roused from her sleep, rubbing her neck.
“Were you guys talking about going shopping?”
Slowly but surely, the heavy shock begins to lift and a lighter feeling replaces it. As I look around the room at my soul sisters, a little pang of nostalgia strikes me. This is one of the last times we’ll be like this. Just the seven of us, with so much uncertainty hanging over us. I wonder how many times I’ll revisit this memory of us sitting together in the middle of the night, entertaining ideas about the boys, outfits, and all the possibilities life has yet to offer us. Future nostalgia indeed.
By the time we actually do decide to go to bed, it’s already 4:30 in the morning. The conversation had taken many different turns throughout the night, including all of us eventually talking about our concerns. We’re excited, yet so afraid.
Aera and I sneak up the stairs as quietly as possible, careful to not wake Minsuh who’s still sleeping on the couch.
“Hey,” Aera whispers before I slip into the darkness of my room. “You didn’t really say a lot about how you’re feeling with everything. Are you sure you’re ok?”
I nod slowly, exhaustion painting itself over my features. “I’m fine, I think. To be honest I think I’m so tired and shocked still that I don’t even know what to feel at this point.” Aera nods along, understanding perfectly. “Maybe I’ll know after I sleep. I think I’m happy, though. And terrified.”
“A great combination.”
“Yep. See you at breakfast.”
Aera raises her eyebrows at me. “Breakfast? I don’t think so. I’ll see you at lunch.”
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For the second day in a row I wake up after 10. I blearily open my eyes, checking the time and grunting in indifference. I roll over again, trying to talk myself into sleeping in a little longer. I deserve it. Jet-lag, emotional exhaustion, and staying up until nearly 5 in the morning have done quite the number on me.
I’m nearly asleep again when I sit up straight in my bed, my brain remembering the reason why I was up so late last night.
“Holy freak, holy freak.”
Was that real? I’m still so tired that it feels like a dream.
I scramble to my bedside table again, pulling up my emails on my phone. Sure enough, the email Bang PD sent last night is still there. My eyes drink in the information as quickly as possible, triple checking the date before I finally allow myself to breathe again.
Oh yeah, it’s real. And it’s tomorrow.
The need to get up and move around is suffocating me, my heart already pounding like I’m running a marathon. I slip into the nearest clothes I can get my hands on, the blouse and jeans making me look way more put together than I feel, and I rush to the bathroom to throw my hair back into a ponytail and slap the bare minimum of makeup on my face.
I'm in such a rush that I nearly forget to brush my teeth, and before I know it I’m tiptoeing down the stairs and past Minsuh’s sleeping form still on the couch. I have no idea how she’s been able to sleep this long, I definitely envy her.
Before my brain even catches up with my body, I’ve grabbed my purse and shoes by the front door and slipped out into the morning. The second the door clicks shut behind me, I breathe in deep, closing my eyes as the sun warms me up.
It’s much easier to process everything once I’m outside of the apartment and back in the real world. My feet make their way about three blocks away, to a street vendor that I frequent on the days I have morning meetings.
There are a couple of free benches on the sidewalk, and I sit there as I eat my breakfast. I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, and my stomach is probably what really took control this morning. However, it’s still not enough to make me finish all of my food. I eat about half before I stop, my brain grinding its gears again now that I have some food in me.
As I watch the hustle and bustle of the city all around me, I feel like I’m in some sort of limbo. Everybody is going about their normal business, oblivious to the fact that my life is at a hinge-point and I’m not sure which way it's about to swing.
Try as I might, I’m still restless. There’s not much I can do to help that, I’m sure I’ll be like this until I’ve met my soulmate and put my worries to rest. I wonder if Namjoon is up and as restless and me right now.
Minsuh’s words from last night come back to haunt me. What if they don’t even know about us yet? I can’t decide which one is worse, them knowing and anticipating us, or a surprise visit.
I eventually muster up the strength to order six more meals before beginning the trek back to the apartment. The burn in my arms as I carry a heavy bag on each side brings me a sense of satisfaction, the energy I’m using acting as an excellent distraction.
It’s already noon when I walk through the door, and I see Seohyun talking quietly with a half-asleep Minsuh. “I’m back, and I brought food!”
Seohyun smiles readily at me, her smile contagious. “You left? I swear, we need to put a bell on you or something.”
“Do you want my food or not?”
It doesn’t take long before Seohyun is in the kitchen, divvying up the food to Minsuh and Kyung-soon, who’s still got a towel on her head from the shower.
“Is anybody else up?” I ask, and everybody shrugs in response.
“I thought I heard Himari get up not that long ago,” Kyung-soon offers, and I set off in search of my friend.
I follow my hunch, climbing the stairs as I make my way to the top floor of the apartment. I ponder waking Aera as I pass our floor, but go against it and continue up the stairs. There’s two bedrooms up here, which belong to Ichika and Himari. I knock on Ichika’s door and tell her that there’s food downstairs. Her response is a groan and a thud that sounds suspiciously like her body hitting the floor. I suppress a giggle and continue on my journey to the upper balcony.
Sure enough, Himari is lounging in a chair with her face turned up toward the sun. Her eyes jump open as soon as she hears me opening up the sliding door and sidling out.
“Hey Himi,” I greet.
“Hey. Is everybody else up?” Her voice sounds like she just woke up.
“Yeah, except for Aera. Who knows when she’ll get up. Probably not for another hour or so.” Himari nods, closing her eyes again. She has dark circles under her eyes. “Did you get any sleep?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“No, not for more than sixty seconds at a time. You?”
I nod a little, grateful for the good five hours I got. “Yeah, a bit. I went out and bought food for everyone if you’re hungry.”
Himari hums in acknowledgement, not making any move to get up. Instead I settle down on the chair beside her, propping my feet up on the railing.
We stay like that for a while, basking in the companionable silence. There’s so much to say, and yet I’m at a loss for words. What does one say in these kinds of situations? ‘Hey, don’t screw up meeting your soulmate tomorrow! Go, fight, win!’
It’s Himari who breaks the silence nearly ten minutes later, and I wonder if she dozed off for some of that time.
“I...I don’t know what to feel.”
I wait, knowing that more is coming. When she doesn’t speak for a while I prompt her. “What are you feeling right now?”
Himari sighs, sitting up and stretching. I notice that she’s wearing the same clothes as last night. She must have just came straight out here last night.
“I feel so tired that I can’t hardly think straight, but I’m so wired right now that I can’t sleep. I feel like I’m drowning, and like I won’t stop until tomorrow. And tomorrow feels so far away but at the same time it’s way too soon. I keep thinking that Hoseok must be feeling something similar, but what if he doesn’t even care? I think, more than anything…” she turns to look at me, and I wince at the fear I see in her eyes. “I keep imagining what he’s going to say when he finds out that his soulmate isn’t even Korean. Not that I think he would hold that against me, but I can’t help but think that he might be a little let down or uncomfortable knowing that his soulmate is from Japan.”
She settles back down with a huff, and I do too. It’s something we’ve talked about a lot, the fact that we’re not from here. Neither one of us care that our soulmates don’t share our nationality, but it’s something that I’ve worried about a lot, imagining what Namjoon will feel when it turns out his soulmate is very much an American.
Sitting here, looking at one of my best friends in the world, I can’t imagine Hoseok being anything less than elated. Himari is amazing. Loyal, hilarious, smart as a whip and one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen in real life.
I’ve told her as much every time we’ve had this conversation. There’s not a lot left to say. It’s a hopeless feeling, knowing that even the most honest statement will do little to mend another. So I choose a different approach.
“Well, if Hoseok is sad that you’re Japanese and not Korean, I’ll just tell everybody that Trump is my uncle or something and he’ll be so grateful to have you that it won’t even matter anymore.”
Himari looks at me like I have horns coming out of my head before she bursts out into laughter.
“Oh my gosh that’s the best idea you’ve ever had!” Her cackles fill up the street, and I find myself laughing alongside her. “Sounds good. Deal.”
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Nearly three hours later finds the seven of us piling out of two cars as we arrive at the shop Aera picked out. She finally stumbled down the stairs around 1, exhausted but ready to go shopping. It took some convincing to get her to eat first, but it paid off in the end.
I can’t help but gawk at the as we enter the store apparently owned by one of Aera’s friends within the designer circle.
“Holy cow,” I mutter under my breath. My friends chuckle at the English phrase, it always makes them laugh. “Are we even allowed to be in here?”
Aera laughs at my bewilderment even as Minsuh drags her away into the depths of the store. “Of course!”
Time seems to stand still as we spend hours in the shop, trying on different outfits and each of us vying for the attention of Aera as we trust her opinion the most. We bicker back and forth about how casual or formal we should dress, until Aera finally texts Bang PD to ask. He responds with “wear whatever you want” which does little to help.
“Ok,” Aera rounds us up like a preschool class. I munch on a churro that I snuck out and bought a few minutes ago, Himari eyeing me suspiciously. “Let’s just follow Mr. Bang’s advice and go for something we each feel comfortable in. I would advise a casual-nice outfit, we’re trying to make a good first impression after all. At the end of the day, though, I want you guys to stay true to what you like. I know you all very, very well, so I will know if you’re lying.”
Ichika salutes her before heading back into the mess of clothes she’s picked out. The clock above her has me dropping my chin to the floor.
“Um, what time does the store close?”
A worker pipes up from the cash register. “Don’t worry, we’re open until midnight.”
I sigh in relief, glad that we won’t be in too much of a rush even though we’ve already been in here for hours. My stomach protests staying in here without proper food for much longer, and I promise it that I’ll be done within the hour.
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An hour and a half later five of us waddle out of the store clutching our bags as we make our way to the nearest restaurant. Minsuh opted to stay behind with Aera, who had been so busy helping everybody else that she hadn’t even hardly begun looking for herself. She assured us with a wink that she wouldn’t take long. Apparently her professional eye had already picked out a few outfits throughout the day.
The five of us order food, settling our things into a corner booth as we complain about our feet hurting and discuss our outfits.
“We’re going to look so good.” Himari smiles, and I’m glad to see that her confidence has taken a boost since this morning.
“We need to make sure we get enough sleep tonight, though.” I add, giving her a knowing look.
“Ay ay, captain.”
The rest of the night passes in a blur, Aera staying true to her word and showing up with Minsuh only thirty minutes later. When she shows us her outfit, we all agree on it.
“How are you so good at these kinds of things?” Seohyun asks, bewildered. Seohyun has a reputation for being indecisive when it comes to her clothes, she relies heavily upon Aera’s expertise.
“Practice, practice, practice.”
“Speaking of practice,” Ichika interjects, “We need to practice not losing our minds tomorrow.”
People glance at us from their booths, clearly wondering what we’re talking about as we bounce ridiculous ideas off of each other. At one point Kyung-soon says she’s going to run laps around the BigHit building in order to burn off some steam before going in.
“Jin’s going to look outside the window and see you in your new outfit running laps around the building.”
“Yeah, and he’ll probably just say, ‘screw it, I’m joining her.’”
“Actually, that would totally happen.”
“Meanwhile the rest of us are hiding in the van.”
“Eating churros.”
“Oh, definitely eating churros.”
“Do they sell churros here? Now I’ve got a craving.”
By the time we make it back home we’ve eaten our fair share of churros (my second one of the day), Seohyun bought earrings, and we’ve come up with a code word for Aera when she feels like she’s about to pass out. (the code word is ‘holy cow’. Yes, in English. I’m dying for her to use it.)
We all go our separate ways, Ichika behind me as I climb the stairs to my room. She pauses to hug me goodnight before continuing up to the next level. It’s late enough for me to not even bother checking the time before I slip into my pajamas and fall into my bed. Who knew shopping could be so draining.
Fate is kind to me tonight, as I fall asleep in no time. The final thought on my mind is the fact that tomorrow is Thursday, and my life is going to change forever.
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Ok! I’m so excited for our girls to finally meet the boys! I’ll upload pictures of the outfits I was thinking of for everybody. I hope you enjoy! If you want to join the taglist, let me know! :)
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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 , 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.
Yeah BTS were actually sexy as FUCK at the MMAs.
My pussy is crying, Jeon may now be joint bias BUT you know what's really SEXY? (you didn't read that stfu dont come at me im suffering)
The fact they didn’t replace Yoongi’s parts (because he's irreplaceable).
AND they didn’t want you to forget about him because even thought he’s not there he’s still just as important as everybody else.
Now that shit got my eyes crying.
