#bts scenario
It’s still there
You don’t fuck with Kim Namjoon. I don’t make the rules sorry.
SLEEP ON BEDS
NOT HOSEOKS VOCALS
WE HAVE TO DO THIS
Release date: 12th April 2019
Pre-order: 13th March 2019
Me:
Proud dads taking their son Jimin to camping with their expensive car, looking like snacks.
Hi,
I love this ball of sunshine with all of my heart and ready to fight the world for him. Thanks for listening to my TED talk, bye.
w o w what a coincidence I wanna be a mom
Always keep Namjooning
They don’t have any schedule till October 11th.
Jungkook is finally going to be spending his birthday with his family for the first time since he was 13…
Still can’t get over it :)
Me looking at my grades
moodboard for todays ep
soft boi min yoongs
With his dashing 10/10 looks you’d think he’d be like this, seducing everyone with one smack of his gorgeous lips. that brow cock though
Jungkook’s inner Jungkook as Jungkook talks to girls. I.e. how his brains reacts.
but lets face it- this is probably how he would talk to girls.
imagine him talking to his crush though like
whose gonna take him seriously when he confesses.
yes seagull, I’m talking about you.
“I loved you yesterday
I love you still
I always have
And I always will”Happy Valentine’s Day!
It’s been an hour. One whole hour and he hasn’t arrived. The lady with the bright red lipstick on the table next to you cast you a judgmental stare as she left contently with her husband. You sighed heavily trying to ignore the looks of pity and sympathy that seemed to burn holes in your blue strapless dress.
“Good evening ma’am, what would you like tonight?”
You shot her a look of apology and tried and sound to look optimistic. “Sorry for the inconvenience but would you be able to come back later?”
The waitress nodded gave you a small smile as if to say, it’s okay, and hurried away to tend to other tables.
You turned on your phone. No texts. No calls. No messages. You pressed on his number again and held the phone to your ear.
“The person you have called is not available, please try your call again later or leave a message after the beep.”
Beep
Bringing your trembling hand down you pressed the end call button. You clutched your phone in your hands, too numb at the prospect to say anything. It was more than just a mere Valentine’s Day, it was your second anniversary. Was this his indirect way of ending the relationship? The relationship that you had cherished and made sure to maintain because you love him?
The relationship that had seemed so perfect when he surprised you with roses and teddies and flowers and the occasional shimmering necklace or bracelet. Like the time when he filled up your car with gas while you were asleep then left overly sweet notes on the windshield. Or the time when he covered the stairs leading to your apartment up to your bed with roses and at the end of the trail of roses sat none other than your man himself whom you then made sweet love to. He was a gentleman, always early to dates, always had presents in hand, always made sure he was there when you needed him most.
The scraping of chairs around you brought you back to your senses and you picked up your phone and purse, ready to leave. It was a waste of your time sitting here, waiting for the man who wasn’t going to come.
You looked around the restaurant where the romantic glow of candlelight dinners spilt on the couple’s faces. They stared into each other’s eyes lovingly, too romantic for your liking but you would trade anything in the world to be in their position right now. A few of them turned towards you curious as to why you were standing there for so long. Some stared, some turned quickly back to their food but on each of their faces you saw a flash of empathy or was it pity?
Just as you were about leave, the waitress approached you again.
“Are you sure you don’t want to order anything before you leave, ma’am?”
“Yes, I’m sure. My date didn’t show up.” The corners of your lips lifted but it looked more like a grimace.
She nodded and moved aside to let you pass.
“Oh my gosh, sorry I’m so late babe. The traffic was sooo crazy, you wouldn’t believe it.” He gushes as he takes a seat opposite you. You stared at him. At the man sitting there, grinning sheepishly at you and the waitress, who smiled with obvious relief.
“I’ll come back later to take your orders.” She said as she made a quick exit.
“Just go with it, yeah? Whoever that didn’t show up is a dick.” He smiled at you.
You nodded slowly, eyes wide as your face spread into a smile. The dimples in his face deepened as he watched you, his head resting in his hands.
He’s cute, you thought before releasing yourself into the little bubble of happiness and relief he had unknowingly created.
You told me we were the perfect song,
so I continued to sing along.
