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“Did the maknae cause a lot of trouble last night?” Jiyong asked, turning the car on.

“No, it was fine,” you said sourly, turning to look out of the window.

“I’m sorry about him. He always does the wrong thing.”

“I just told you it was fine.”

He turned to look at you before pulling out of the space and driving up onto the street.

“Do you know how to get to my house?” you finally turned to look at him, but his eyes were locked on the road.

“Yeah, I’ve got it.”

You drove in silence for a few meters before he put his hand on your knee. “Are you sure you don’t want to come to the hweshik?”

You pushed his hand away. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

He stopped the car at a red light and turned to stare at you  “Did I ever do anything wrong to you, because I try really hard to be nice to you but you seem to hate me.”

“I don’t seem to hate you, I do hate you,” you frowned deeply.

“Why? Because we work at competing labels?” he asked sincerely.

“No, it has nothing to do with that!”

The light turned green and Jiyong continued to drive. “Then what is it?”

“You called me short!”

“That wasn’t meant to be a malicious comment, you know. It was more of an observation.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “And what was that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I want trying to be mean! I’m sorry if you thought of it that way, but I didn’t mean anything like that. I think your very cute, especially because of your height.”

He smiled sweetly at you.

Which would have been okay if the only word you hated more than adorable wasn’t ‘cute.’

“I’m not cute.”

Jiyong scowled. “I can’t win with you.”

“Nope.”

“Look, if I can’t call you short, and I can’t call you cute,  then what can I call you?”

“Do you have to call me anything?”

Jiyong slammed his hands on the steering wheel in frustration. You jumped a bit in your seat.

“You can call me dongsaeng, like Gongjoo does.”

Jiyong smiled while looking at you through the rear view mirror. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Will you come to the hweshik?”

You pouted, driving your bottom lip way farther than it should be.

“Come on, dongsaeng, free food!”

You pouted even more, but turned to Jiyong as you said, “Fine,” like it was some trouble for you to let him buy you a meal.

“Should I wear something fancy to dinner?” you asked Gongjoo over the phone.

“You’re really going to come then?” Gongjoo excitedly squeaked.

“Fancy or not?” you repeated.

You could hear the glee in her voice. “Well, it’s going to be full of idols and idols in training, so they’ll automatically look great, no matter what they wear. You don’t want to look better than them, which, let’s face it would be hard for you anyway.”

“You’re a bitch,” you muttered under your breath.

“But you don’t want to look cute, because you’ll look like a little kid. Maybe just go for sexy. That’ll be easy, you can wear that black dress I gave you.”

“Gong, that dress has a train! How is that sexy?”

She laughed into the receiver, “You’re not going for conventional sexy, pabo. Just wear some kind of heavy silver jewelry and pull you hair up in a really tight bun. Trust me, you’ll look great.”

You pouted into the phone. “Ugh, can’t you just come over and dress me I have no clue what you’re saying.”

“Ani, I’m gonna be working until, like, ten minutes before the dinner.”

“Fine. I’ll see you there. But if I look weird and out of place, I’ll kill you.”

Gongjoo blew you a kiss through the phone, “You’ll look great! I’m stupid I knew, but I’m really good with clothes.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll see you then. Thanks Gong.”

“No problem. And you know what my lovely dongsaeng?”

“What?”

“Jiyong loves black!” Gongjoo hung up the phone.

You felt stupid and out of place. You got to the samgyopsal restaurant twenty minutes early (you were always early), and even though it was the most upscale meat house you’ve ever been in, it was full of plain people wearing plain clothes. But you stuck out like a sore thumb, wearing a floor-length black dress and six inch creepers, because they really made you look taller, and a severely sharp hairstyle that hurt your head, but perfectly matched your sharp makeup, checking your phone every ten seconds to pretend like you were busy.

But eventually, the YG crew walked into the building, and even though they greeted the owners like they’ve known then forever, they about shit themselves, because Big Bang (and some girl who looked famous enough, but was just an undebuted rookie) just entered the building.

“My dongsaeng!” the rookie yelled, outstretching her and to you. “You followed my advice!”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that I like you or anything,” you said, shrugging off Gongjoo’s advances.

“Doesn’t she look hot Jiyoung-sunbae?”

Jiyong didn’t say anything  for a few seconds, he just opened and shut his mouth like a fish.

“Well?”

He played mute for a few more minutes before Youngbae cut in and said, “You look amazing.”

You blushed and turned away from him, into the crook of Gongjoo’s shoulder. “Aw, look at our cute dongsaeng. So shy and cute.” You pulled away to glare at Gongjoo before she leaned down to your ear and whispered, “Stop flirting with Youngbae and turn up the charm for Jiyong.”

“When did I flirt-“

“Youngbae has a girlfriend. He’s off limits.”

“I wasn’t flirting-“

“Now go flirt with Jiyong before I kill you.”

jongyu

Saengil Chukahae - Happy Birthday

“Hyung!” Jonghyun called from his room across the hall from Jinki’s, “Hyung! Hyung! Hyuuuuuuuuuung~!” “Wae?” Jinki called, jumping from his bed and running to Jonghyun’s aid. “What’s wrong?” Jonghyun sat on the floor, his thick and behind his back, and his puppy eyes blinking up at Jinki. “Hyung!” “Are you hurt?” Jinki said, squatting down next to Jonghyun to check him for bruises or cuts or anything else. “Nope.” “Then why did you call me from my room? I was busy in there!” Well, that was a lie. Jinki was sitting in his bed staring at the white ceiling in his room waiting for someone to need him. (Such was the life of the leader). Jonghyun pulled an envelope from behind his back and handed it to Jinki with a small bow. “Saengil chukahae, Hyung!” Jinki looked down at the gift in confusion, “My birthday’s not ‘til tomorrow, Jjong.” “I know Hyung, but I wanted to be the first to give you a gift!” Jinki took the envelope from his friend and smiled. “Gomawo Jjong.” Jinki easily opened the envelope, the tacky string still wet (and a little warm) from where Jonghyun must have licked it. There was a booklet inside, with about 30 little pullout sheets of paper. On the front in Jonghyun’s handwriting was ‘Jinki’s Coupon Book’ and a few drawings of the two boys. Jinki smiled at the handmade gift and hugged his friend. “Thanks Jjongie.” Jonghyun pulled away, “Read it, but as soon as it’s pulled put of the book you have to use it!” “Okay Jjongie. One bucket of chicken,” was written on the first coupon. “One ‘Letting You Win at a Video Game.’ Yah, Jonghyun, I don’t even need this!” Jonghyun laughed, “Keep going it gets better!” “One ‘Washing Dishes on Your Day,’ one ‘Breakfast in Bed,’ one ‘Helping You Cheat So You Can Beat Minho at a Video Game,’” Jinki squinted at his dongsaeng. “These are just getting mean.” Jonghyun snatched the book from its owner. “I’ll read them if you can’t. One ‘On Stage Skinship,’ one ‘Sing You to Sleep,’ and, the best one, or, one of the best ones.” Jinki perked up his ears. “One ‘First Kiss.’” “What?” Jinki said, looking up at Jonghyun. Jonghyun ripped the sheet out of the book. “Oh, this one came out so I guess you have to redeem it!” Jonghyun leaned forward, capturing Jinki’s perfect lips in his own, and just letting them be together for a few moments. “I don’t understand,” Jinki said as he pulled away. “What don’t you understand, Pabo?” Jonghyun brushed Jinki’s hair from his eyes. “This!” his hands gestured wildly. “There’s not much to understand, dork,” Jonghyun leaned in and kissed him again, just a peck on the cheek, “Other than I love you, and now, you’ve got a whole coupon book of things I can do for you, or you can do for me, or you could do to me, or we could do together,” Jonghyun wiggled his eyebrows at Jinki. “Alright, alright, I get it,” Jinki said, kissing Jonghyun. “Do you want to know what other kind of stuff we have in the book?” “Sure.” “One Massage.” “Sounds nice.” “One blow job/hand job.” “Jjong!” “There are a few of those in there, actually.” Hey guys~ I haven’t written anything kpop related in a million years but I’m back! If there are any super awkward typos use your imagination please because I’m typing on my kindle fire and its auto correct is the devil. Request stuff if you want!

mobble:

my friend and i found some temple run fanfiction yesterday

(Source: mobble, via zemnax)

devilishphantom:

• Jongkey shippers: our otp went on a date on national television, they hold hands all the time, its clearly fate
• Jongtae shippers: our otp grinds against each other and has some serious eye sex on stage on front of everyone *nose bleed*
• Jongyu shippers: OMG OUR OTP IS LOOKING AT EACH OTHER OMG OMG THEY’RE TALKING *ALL THE FEELS*