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Elevator girl

Minhyuk x reader

Ongshimi/Ongsimi inspired (seriously how do you spell the romanization?)

Warning:none

Genre: comedy

A/N: I loved this mv so much, it’s so minhyukieee

Summary: Minhyuk can be so wild when shooting his new mv, but for some weird reason, you lowkey find him attractive.

Word count: 1.3k (1367)

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“Wooo play the song already” Minhyuk’s cheery voice echoed in the hallway and the directors chuckled at his tipsy state.

The music was loud and Minhyuk’s body immediately reacted to the music as he started doing his weird hand movements.

The shooting was going smoothly, until, the doors of the elevator opened, the figure that appeared from the inside startling him a little, his dance moves stopping immediately. He motioned to the unknown woman to pass. The woman hesitated a little, but started walking quickly, once she noticed she had interrupted his shooting. Minhyuk took a look at her as she left and stepped towards the directors to check what they had recorded until then.

“Let’s add this, it’s funny,” Minhyuk smiled while watching the part with the ‘elevator girl’, the name he gave to the unknown woman.

“But we can’t have her in the video, especially without her permission and…” One of the directors trailed off, but Minhyuk just chuckled before replying, “Cut it, right before she appears.” and the directors nodded.

Minhyuk and Jooheon continued their shooting outside of the hotel, in a lot of different places in the big city. They soon finished the shooting, only the editing part was left until they could finally share the song with the world. They thanked the directors and walked back to their hotel rooms.

Minhyuk had too much energy to go to sleep after shooting, since he had drank a little more afterwards and was excited about finally getting to release his song. So he sneakily ‘stole’ one of the cameras and started shooting some clips on his own, in the hallway outside his room.

He kept walking around, slowly becoming dizzy from spinning and walking backwards, that he ended up knocking his head on a wall and he fell on his butt. Minhyuk sat on the floor rubbing his forehead mumbling small ‘ow’s.

On the other side of the wall that he had just walked face first into, there was a room and the person in the room heard the sound and slightly opened the door to check what had happened.

Minhyuk heard the sound of the door opening and turned his head to look at the source of it. The ‘elevator girl’ appeared in front of him and he looked at her, shocked. Even in his state, he managed to recognize her.

The woman’s eyes widened at the scene in front of her, but she quickly collected herself before speaking up.

“Are you alright?” She asked the man, her voice sounding so lovely to Minhyuk’s ears.

“Are you the elevator girl?” Minhyuk let out excitedly and the woman shot him a confused look.

“Am I who?” She tilted her head to the side and Minhyuk let out a long ‘awww’ sound.

“You’re like a puppy. Elevator puppy. Ele-puppy. Puppy-vator. El Puppo, Pup-” “Enough.” The woman cut him off, her hand on his mouth to get him to stop talking.

“Are you drunk? Where is your room?” She asked and Minhyuk shot her a teasing dirty look.

“Why? What do you wanna do to me? Hmm?”

“What? No, you’re really drunk, I just want to walk you to your room to make sure you don’t knock your head again.” She said and Minhyuk smiled slowly standing up.

“You’re kind, elevator girl, pup-elator, haha it sounds like escalator or alligator.” He let out and started skipping towards his room, the woman following behind to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt.

“Ahhh, my house. I live here.” Minhyuk giggled and the woman chuckled shaking her head.

“Do you have a phone?” Minhyuk randomly asked.

“Um, yeah? Doesn’t everybody?” she let out clearly confused.

“Give me your phone.” Minhyuk demanded, sticking his hand out, opening and closing his palm.

“What? Why would I-” “So I can call you.” Minhyuk winked and the woman felt her heartbeat increasing. She had already noticed how handsome the man was, even in his dumb yellow suit.

“Come on, give it!” He whined and the woman sighed.

Minhyuk started to type his number, but forgot it after the first three digits, so he handed his phone to her. She typed her phone number and Minhyuk added her to his contacts as ‘elevator girl’. He had tried to put the rest of the nicknames he had made up, but the woman told him that ‘elevator girl’ was enough.

Minhyuk giggled and blew her a hand kiss, before getting in his room leaving the woman blushing.

The next morning, Minhyuk was the woman’s first thought and she low-key hoped to see him in the hotel’s dining area.

She put some food on her plate walking around the buffet, but then, she bumped into a taller figure. Her eyes widened as she was, again, faced with the same man from yesterday.

“Hi,” She shyly let out and the man shot her a confused look.

“You are… Oh my god…” Realization was written all over Minhyuk’s face and he started blushing.

“I’m really sorry about yesterday, I drank a little because I was excited and-” “It’s okay, really.” The woman cut him off as soon as he started apologizing.

“Did I do or say anything inappropriate to you?” He asked terrified of the answer.

“No, but you thought I was suggesting inappropriate things to you.” The woman chuckled and Minhyuk looked down, avoiding her gaze, as he let out a long groan.

“Jooheon shouldn’t have let me drink.” He whispered out.

“I’m, again, really sorry for everything I said to you. I hope you can forgive me and not think I’m a perverted weirdo.” Minhyuk said and looked hopefully at the woman.

“It’s fine, you’re not the first drunk I encounter and I’ve seen worse than you walking face first into the wall or calling me… puppy-vator or whatever.” She giggled and Minhyuk’s eyes widened.

“Oh, so this is what all the weird things in my notes were…” He let out without thinking and the woman laughed.

“Minhyuk, what is taking you so-” A voice was heard from behind him.

“Hello?” The man that the voice belonged to, said to the unknown woman and turned to look at Minhyuk.

“Is everything alright here?” he asked, confused at the scene in front of him. Minhyuk nodded and turned to look at the woman.

“Do you want to join us for breakfast? I would really like to show you my sober self and erase every memory of me being drunk from your mind.” Minhyuk asked her and Jooheon tilted his head, his expression a mix of sleepy and confused.

“Of course, though the erasing my memories part is most likely not gonna happen. You were too fun.” She let out a giggle and Minhyuk groaned and started walking towards a table.

“Oh, by the way, what is your name, elevator girl?” Minhyuk asked, a confused Jooheon following behind them.

“It’s (y/n).” The woman replied and Minhyuk smiled. “I’m Minhyuk.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake and then he turned to his friend. “This is my friend Jooheon, who, as you can see, is clearly confused.” Minhyuk jokingly let out and sat opposite from the woman.

“Nice to meet you, but, can you two explain to me what is going on?” Jooheon munched on his breakfast as the two started explaining how they met, Minhyuk blushing the whole time.

The three continued talking, until (y/n) had to leave.

“I would really love to meet you again sometime, so would you like to give me your phone number?” Minhyuk shyly asked but received a laugh in return. He shot her a confused look and she laughed even more, Minhyuk’s face was red from embarrassment.

“You already have my phone number, silly. Just search for the ‘elevator girl’, unless you later changed the name.” She said and Minhyuk took out his phone and found the contact.

“It was really nice meeting you, Minhyuk, call me when you have time.” (y/n) said and blew him a hand kiss before turning around and walking away with her stuff, leaving a blushing Minhyuk behind, exactly how he did the previous night.

“See you soon, elevator girl.” He said to practically no one.

Drink with us

Seokjin x reader 

Warnings: cuss words, you probably hate Kwangsoo by now, Jin is like those  drunk girls in the bars’ bathroom

Genre: um funny? idek anymore

Summary: Your boyfriend caused a scene and broke up with you at a quiet little pub, but lucky for you, Jin, like those supportive drunk girls in bathrooms, was there to cheer you up.

A/N: The bathroom area has obviously different stalls for men and women but the area to wash you hands is common.

Word count: 1.2k (1246)

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“You are wrong and you know it, you’re just too stubborn to admit it!” Kwangsoo yelled at me, making everyone around us to turn and look at us.

“Kwangsoo. We’re in public. Everyone is staring.” I told him firmly in a quiet voice and he let a huge groan, before standing up.

“I don’t care! Just admit it! You. Were. Wrong.” He yelled.

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Kwangsoo, my boyfriend, and I decided to sit at a quiet pub, a new place and since it wasn’t really known yet, it was the perfect opportunity.

Earlier this evening, I had gone out to buy a few clothes I had my eye on, but I didn’t think about telling my boyfriend about it. We don’t live together, we didn’t have plans, so it’s not like he would realize I’m not home.

Though, he thought I was obligated to let him know, because he showed up at my house to pick me up and I wasn’t there and he got furious. He just assumed I was home and just went over at my house. He was knocking my door for an hour, also asking every neighbor about me, at least once.

“I just went out without telling you, you’re not my mom, you don’t have to know where I am 24/7. You could have just called and asked, instead of making all my neighbors think I’m crazy for dating a guy like you.” I also raised my voice this time and Kwangsoo’s eyes widened, as I’m usually quiet.

“A guy like you!? I’m just a worried boyfriend, but apparently your ass doesn’t seem to appreciate it! Let’s just break up, you don’t even care anyway!” He yelled and I think that’s when the people working at the pub had enough, because two waiters appeared behind Kwangsoo and dragged him out, leaving me there, staring at him go.

The waiters soon appeared back to my booth, thankfully they didn’t want to kick me out to, and I told them I didn’t plan on talking to him and that I just wanted to order something for myself.

The pub wasn’t that full, but there were enough people to make me feel that I was being stared at by everywhere.

A group of 4 friends right next to me, two women and two men shot me apologetic looks as if to say that they understand me.

Pff, I don’t need your pity.

Then, another group, but this time, 7 men, were looking at me, but they tried not to stare to not make me feel bad.

I sat there for an hour, staring at the ceiling and occasionally taking a sip from my beer, when I decided I’ve had enough.

I paid for my drink and quickly visited the bathroom to check my, most likely, horrible appearance.

And it was true, I had been playing with my hair without even realizing, most of my lipstick eaten, from me biting my lip to keep myself from sobbing. And when I, finally, glanced at my eyes on my reflection, I lost it and started sobbing in the pub’s smelly bathroom.

After a while I heard the door open and someone getting in. They gasped when they saw me on the floor.

“Are you, are you crying?” The man asked softly and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I wiped my tears with the backs of my hands and looked up at the man, recognizing him as one of the group of seven men.

“I’m fine.” I said and started standing up. I looked at my reflection again, my mascara running down my cheeks, my lipstick all over the place. I was in a worse condition than what I had walked in.

“No, you’re not and it’s fine not being fine. Look, we weren’t eavesdropping, but you also weren’t that quiet, but we all agree that you were right. You really shouldn’t cry about this. Does this man really deserve your tears?” He said in a calming voice, while wiping some of the mascara, trying to make me look more normal again.

“No, I guess he doesn’t.” I let out, and pulled some make up wipes out of my bag to clean my face off of the make-up.

“Hey, if you were my sister, do you know what I could ask you when you were crying?” He said and eagerly waited for my response.

“Where is this guy, so I could beat his ass?” I let out confused at the man’s randomness.

“No, I could ask you, are you having a crisis? Hahaha, get it? A cry, sis. Hahaha, I’m so funny, wow, this was great, good job me.” He said and started laughing loudly, the sound echoing in the small room. His squeaky laugh, matching my own, as we started laughing hysterically at each other’s laugh.

“Oh man, that was so funny, I’m so great, wow.” The man said and managed to stop laughing, as I did the same.

“Ah, wow, that was indeed really funny. I’m (y/n), by the way.” I said and held out my hand for a handshake.

“I’m Jin, wor-, Jin, for Seokjin.” He said and blushed mid-sentence.

“What did you want to say? ‘wor-’ what?” I asked and he blushed even harder.

“It’s a joke I usually make with my group, I say I’m worldwide handsome, because I’m really handsome.” He explained and I giggled at his half embarrassed-half confident self.

“Wow, well, Jin, thank you so much for being here for me, you’re a great and handsome man,” I said emphasizing the ‘handsome’, to joke with him and he blushed, but tried to shrug it off with an ‘I know’.

“But, seriously, I’m glad I got to tell you my thoughts, because my brothers and I have been talking about this and we all wished we could tell you how toxic he was and how you don’t deserve this.” Jin said in all seriousness.

“Thank you, it means so much and you actually helped me realize I was stupid for getting sad about it. He doesn’t deserve it.” I said and he nodded along.

The door opened and another man from Jin’s group of friends walked in.

“Ah, Jin hyung there you are, we were worried about what’s taking you so long. Oh hi!” The man said having a bright smile when greeting me.

“Aren’t you-” He pointed at me and both Jin and I cut him off with a yes, his hand slowly falling by his side.

“How about you come sit with us for a while? Unless you wanna go home?” Jin asked me and I turned to look at the other man, who nodded, his eyes practically begging be to say yes.

“I don’t see why not.” I said with a smile and let Jin and the man, who turned out to be named Hoseok, to lead me to their table, five pairs of eyes looking at me, but they all quickly helped me get comfortable, moving around and making some space for me.

“Everybody! Shots! Cheers to (y/n)!” Jin yelled and the six guys echoed him, me giggling, while we all drank, Jin waiting for us so he could do his ‘special trick’ with his shot, the rest of us clapping (BAKSU) for him and him enjoying the attention.

We stayed there until late, talking, laughing, and drinking. Jin and I exchanged phone numbers and promised to meet each other soon.

If only more people like Jin existed…

“Excuse me, I’m her boyfriend”

Jealous Jackson x reader

Warning:none

Genre:Funny

(g/f/n)= guy friend name

Word count: 417

Summary: Dating Jackson can be... wild. Sometimes he's quick to act impulsively but, like he says, at least he looks good with his shirt off.

A/N: I can actually see this happening

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“Holy shit, (y/n) is that you?” A voice was heard from behind me.  “Oh my god, (g/f/n)?” I was so shocked to see my childhood best friend at the mall.

“How have you been? Wow, you’re so pretty but you lost some weight, are you healthy? Are you working somewhere? Have you met anyone special? Wow your hair is great, how are you always so pretty.” He said. “You’re like an angel.” He added and I giggled, being used to his comments, but there was someone who wasn’t really used to them. Jackson.

Jackson creeped up behind me, staring at my friend, who shot him a confused look.

“Hi, may we help you?” He asked kindly. “Ah, this is my boyfriend Jackson. Baby, this is my childhood friend, (g/f/n)” I introduced the two, completely oblivious to Jackson’s jealousy.

“It’s nice to meet you. Anyways (y/n), how about I take you out to eat sometime, huh?” My friend winked and I swear I heard Jackson whine behind me.

“Um excuse me, I’m her boyfriend!” He whined, waving his hands in front of my friends face.

“Yes, honey I got that, but you’re kinda interrupting me here. Sweetheart, what do you think?” (g/f/n) completely dismissed Jackson.

“Um what? (Y/n), tell him, I’m your boyfriend, I’m right here!” Jackson whined.

“Yes, baby, he’s not stupid he got that.” I said and turned to my friend. “Of course, are you free tomorrow?” I asked and Jackson was shocked for some reason.

“What? Hello! I’m Jackson, your boyfriend, her boyfriend, you can’t just ignore me, you can’t call her angel and sweetheart, she’s mine, you can’t go out together, not tomorrow!” He whined, turning his head to look at both of us and we where so confused.

“Jackson, what is going on, why are you acting like this?” I asked.

“Excuse me, guys, who are you?” A man appeared from behind us.

“Ah, love, this is my childhood friend (y/n) and her boyfriend and right now he’s throwing a tantrum like a baby, aren’t they cute?” my friend said to, who I assumed was his boyfriend.

“Aw, nice to meet you, honey, he talks about you quite a lot. I’m Kwangsoo.” (yes, the same name from Stay away from Jungkook and Forbidden love)

“We should probably go, darling, we don’t have much time.” Kwangsoo said and (g/f/n) gave me his number so we could meet tomorrow.

“Um, Jackson care to explain your behavior?” I asked, now knowing fully well what was going on with him.

“I might act childish sometimes, but at least, I look good with my shirt off.”

Can someone help me find these guys?

I got a magazine like 3 years ago and I found this poster thingy in. It says it's supposed to be got7 but I'm sure it's not them. Can anyone help me?

Forbidden love pt2

Taehyung x reader Demon!Tae Soulmate Au

Angst wannabe, no smut, a little fluff later

Summary: You didn't want to get married to a random man, but your parents didn't seem to get it. When you reached out to your best friend, Taehyung, he disappeared, having to face his own problems. However, soulmates are all about the perfect timing, so Taehyung came back exactly when you needed him the most.

Word count: 810

You could listen to this while reading. (I’ll tell you when to begin) i just wanted to make it more dramatic hehe 

Pt1 here

After the shock I experienced when I locked eyes with the mysterious creature, I was reminded of my current state. Helpless, alone, in a forest, at night. What could I possibly do to, at least, survive the night? I climbed up a tree, using every rock and fallen branch I could find, to step on. I got on a big enough branch and sat. Well, this is all I can do. I tried to get some sleep, but the constant sounds around me kept me alarmed. 

  Unlucky me, didn’t know, that my husband had followed me, until he saw the creature and me lock eyes. That was when he left, realizing he could use all this against me. He, the same night, visited the castle, and to inform the king. Kwangsoo was a lucky bastard, because his childhood friend, Daejung, inherited the throne of his ill father, just a month after our wedding. So he practically didn’t have to do anything but to exaggerate, while explaining to him what happened.

And my luck was still absent, because it wasn’t even an hour after the sun had risen, when I heard voices from under the branch I was sitting. I was in a state of being half asleep, when I realized that the voices were threatening me.

“Get down from the tree, before we come up there.” Kwangsoo’s voice filled my ears. My eyes widened at the picture in front of me. Kwangsoo and five… soldiers? They were armed men in armors, so they were probably part of the king’s army. And at that moment I realized I was doomed.

The men started kicking on the tree to make it move. I had no choice but to get down. The men gathered around me, two of them grabbed each of my arms and the others walked around us, in case I tried to escape.

I was taken to the castle. My hands are tied. Literally. I was put down, sitting on my knees, in front of the king’s throne. Soldiers and maids all around me, Kwangsoo smirking in a corner.

Daejung had a look of disgust written across his face. He ‘tsk’ed out loud, shaking his head from right to left.

“Bring her to the guillotine.” He simply ordered. What?

The men grabbed me again and escorted me out quickly. I was placed in front of the guillotine, in the middle of the village’s central square. The king’s voice was loud behind me.

“Her decapitation will take place on sunset.” He simply stated and walked away with his men. Kwangsoo stayed behind. He placed his hand on my cheek, still smirking.

“And you thought you could run away, you cheating bitch.” He slapped me and walked away chuckling.

(You can begin listening to the song)

As the sun started setting, a lot of people started gathering around me. They were gossiping, everyone on my husband’s side. I never got the chance to even explain myself to anyone.

An ear ripping screech was heard from behind the crowd that had formed. My mother.

She pushed from between the people. As soon as her eyes met mine, she stopped. She took steps back. As people started questioning her about me, she turned to me with a cold glare and the words I heard, hit me harder than anything could.

“I don’t recognize this person. I never had a child. That girl is not my daughter.” She exclaimed and people apologized and let her go. She too steps back, but stayed to watch my decapitation unfold.

The king arrived, along with my husband and a few of his soldiers.

“You have one minute left.” A soldier said.

Revenge.

“Hi mom! Yeah you! Stop pretending you can’t hear m-” I was cut off mid-sentence by a hand covering my mouth.

“Did I say you could speak?” I glared at the soldier and licked his hand and he pulled it away, cringing.

“It’s time.” The king spoke up and moved closer.

“Kwangsoo, will you have the honor?” He pointed at the guillotine and my husband hesitated, before taking a step to the front.

“With pleasure.” He replied and held the rope.

“Let’s all count down, shall we?” The king turned to the crowd.

“3”

I took a breath in. Memories of Taehyung and I filled my thoughts. The first time I met him, the afternoons he spent over at my house, getting along with my family, his 18th birthday.

“2”

Why did he leave me?

“1”

And right before Kwangsoo let the rope go from his hands, a scream was heard from a person from the crowd.

“The demon!” the woman screamed, before fainting.

I turned my head to my left, where she was pointing.

I was faced with something I wasn’t expecting.

A creature with huge wings staring right at the king with a smirk on his face.

My eyes widened.

Taehyung.

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Pt3