I Love Everything About This Story, The Writing, The Character Development And The Fact That It Made

i love everything about this story, the writing, the character development and the fact that it made me feel a lot of emotions while reading!

the singularity theory 01 (m)

➾ 9.4k, yoongi x reader ft taehyung

➾ the singularity theory posits that privilege of anonymity, combined with the element of restricted physical contact, has the ability to foster an emotional intimacy between two strangers that is genuine and non-forced.

➾ summary: in your last year of undergrad, you find out what a gloryhole is at the expense of your final year thesis. it’s a classic example of a psychology experiment that went way, way wrong. 

but how were you to know that a certain min yoongi would be sticking his dick into your life?

➾ warnings: mentions of gloryholes/ use of actual gloryhole (though unintended), mentions of watching porn, male masturbation

➾ a/n: this one’s for anyone currently doing a final year thesis, like i am :”)) i feel your pain but it will all be worth it someday!!! press on, my friends, i’m sending you lots of love!! 

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UNDEFEATED - SOCCER!CALUM

summary : neighbor!jock!calum has a notorious stuck up persona, that is, until you catch him in his backyard with a pup and a very noticeable smile.

word count : 1.7k

warnings : adult content, swearing

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Maybe if he hadn’t hit the books from your hands using his damn soccer ball in year nine you would’ve grown a crush on him like every other girl has done in the past. Maybe if he didn’t act like he runs the town and actually treated women like the humans they are you’d be a bit fond of Calum Hood. But yet again you find yourself rolling your eyes as he enters the school building as another soccer game whirls by and he’s still his undefeated self whooping and hollering as the school cheers the team for being the best in state.

Senior year rolls along and there he is, jersey sheen on his built figure and raven tendrils of curls in a mess atop his head, the grass stained cleats on his feet that squeaked noisily while his team carried themselves triumphantly behind him. They won, of course they did. Never lost a game in his life, he claims. Yet another way he boosts his ego through the roof exclaiming how they’re still undefeated, the captain himself boasts in his pride daily to double check everybody knows he’s the best.

“And here he comes now.” You groan to your friends, noting the way their eyes looked at him the same way yours did. Hatred laced in your features with a straight face and pursed lips sent Calum’s way. Or should you say sent your way because that’s where he seems to be walking? His hands held the winning ball, mud and grass covering most of the black and white patches, he bounced it back and forth between his hands as his tall figure approached you.

“What would it take for you to actually smile at me for once, hm?” He loved teasing you like that, he knew you hated him and that added onto his cocky persona more. Calum was a prone perfectionist with a keen interest in getting you to like him. The signature smirk and mocha brown eyes didn’t pull you in just like everybody else, but he wanted you to fall helplessly in love as if you were a girl who greets him with open arms and endless kisses. Yeah, no. That’s not your relationship with him.

“Try me.” You bit at the inside of your cheek to fight back the crude nickname you wanted to add on but opted against it when his lips parted to speak. However, a teammate butt into the conversation for him. “Hood here wants a date with you.” The slightly taller blonde sent a friendly shove to Calum’s back thinking he had helped the situation but your eyebrow cocking up showed just how unamused you were with the question thrown towards you.

This is the part where girls step in, begging that they’re so much better than you and will give him anything he wants- and they mean anything. You found that a bit disgusting, you’ve seen how girls treat him like some sex machine and all they can do is hope that it’s their chance soon to get dragged into the storage closet and fucked into the next century. The girls at your school don’t have much respect for their body but luckily there’s a few who understand where you’re coming from with the whole ‘I hate Calum Hood’ thing.

The first time he asked you out was Monday, strutting his way to you during gym as he used a terribly devised plan that his friend Luke came up with and whipped a soccer ball towards your face and apologized by offering a date. The smirk on his plump lips and soccer ball in hand made you roll your eyes, stomping your way down to the nurse with a flat out no for an answer.

The second attempt occurred on Wednesday, figuring out that giving you a bloody nose is not the best way to get a girl to like him. So he took a different route, sneaking into your drama class and pulling you behind the curtains of the auditorium as he tried to seduce you but failed nonetheless when you took the paint used for the props and let it dump on top of his head, the lime green color smearing over his clothes and leaving you to laugh and say no at the same time.

With a light sigh reminiscing in the memories you spoke, “Third time this week you’ve asked, the answer’s never gonna be yes.” You let the door to your locker slam shut as the final bell rang almost as if on cue signifying you could leave and head home now. A stunned and pissed off Calum left dead in his tracks watching yet another failed date go to waste. He felt defenseless, the small huff under his breath as he struggled to find a way to fix his fallen ego. “Fine, it’s the champ’s birthday anyway!”

He talks about himself in the third person, you thought, how pathetic.

It’s not that he wants you to fall head over heels in love with his manly self, he was in desperate need for a date to Prom and you were the perfect girl for it. As odd as it sounds he likes how you play hard to get. He just can’t get through to you that this date isn’t going to be like all the other one’s he takes girls on- Calum was going to actually try to impress you. He had a very expensive dinner reservation set, roses ordered at the florist, and even got you a necklace but now he has to cancel and return all of his hard work that just got thrown down the drain.

An hour or so later you had heard him, not intentionally calling you, instead he was laughing. This was the only downside to living close to your school, Calum chose the house right next door to you. Of course neither of you found out until the day a soccer ball came crashing through your kitchen window mid-breakfast and knocked over all of the fresh milk and eggs you had been in the midst of mixing for your omelet. The jock himself stood in the yard next door sheepishly pointing at his friend Michael beside him to blame.

“It’s game time, alright bud?” The tone didn’t sound like Calum but the voice surely belonged to him. He didn’t have his usual smooth rasp or cocky laugh added into the mix, he was playful and happy as you stepped closer to your open window hoping to catch a glimpse at the boy himself. His body was crouched down in his yard, his head level to that of a dog’s, the golden labrador panting happily as it’s tail swung back and forth.

“Ready?” Calum asked rhetorically- or so you thought it wouldn’t be answered but the dog gave an excited bark in reply. It amazed you the dog’s training was top notch, it’s paws padding their way through the grass to where Calum now stood, peeling his sweaty soccer jersey off of his torso. Your breath hitched in your throat seeing him shirtless for the first time, the way his toned stomach and built back muscles tensed when he crouched down gave chills up your spine, the red jersey lazily thrown off to the side of the yard. He kept the matching soccer shorts and shin guards on as well as his cleats. But it was his biceps flexing as he carried the soccer ball to the center of his yard that really through you off, a net put against each far side of the fence your parents forced the family to put up after the fifth soccer ball broke one of your windows.

However, now that you were up in your room it gave you the advantage of looking into their backyard, the jock freely being himself as he dropped the checkered ball to the ground and let his dog get first hit, pouncing it’s front paws onto it so the ball moved between Calum’s legs and he narrated it’s every move.

“Champ fakes left, then right, and left again as his opponent chases after him for the steal!” Calum let his foot hook into the soccer ball and carry it towards his goal instead. The now named dog gives a small woof before circling Calum’s legs rapidly. The raven haired boy laughing gleefully before the reporter voice returned once again. “This is a tough situation he’s got himself into, can Hood break through and get the goal? Or will his competitor win yet again?” The announcer voice he used made the slightest curve of your lips tug into a smile, Champ’s actions stopping as he and Calum stood on each side of the ball staring intensely.

“The eye contact- you can really sense the tension rising in the stadium, Champ goes for a steal!” Calum notes the dog’s actions, pretending to act shocked over how Champ’s nose nudged the ball towards his paws and took the soccer ball in his mouth while bolting for the red net. It’s hind legs pounced to the goal, setting the soccer ball inside as it let out a light bark and jumped around in circles, calling his owner closer. “Hood runs but is yet again defeated!” Calum laughs as he fakes a fall, landing on his bum with a hearty laugh leaving his smiling lips. The dog attacking him in wet sloppy licks all over his face.

“Happy birthday, Champ.” Calum ruffles the dog’s short blonde fur on it’s head, Champ’s ears flapping back and forth as he did so. A smile noticeable on Calum’s full lips seeing his dog so happy, letting the dog pepper his face in licks. Suddenly, it clicked into place that he actually meant he was celebrating his dog’s birthday. Calum didn’t speak of himself in third person back at school, Champ’s his dog who he clearly has a strong bond with.

It took a minute of you standing there to realize you were smiling the whole way through, a stifled laugh escaping your lips watching Calum get attacked by sloppy dog kisses so much he had to lower onto his back in the grass. You were actually watching Calum be himself, no posse or girl wrapped around his arm. For some crazy reason, you found his softer side a bit cuter than his stuck up persona that is clearly a set up. Now that you’ve seen him act like his usual self it showed you the true Calum Hood. Not the self confident, overly cocky one. You saw his giddy, outgoing side. It was just him and his dog, the two undefeated champs.

Flashlight

Summary: You and Calum have been best friends for as long as you can remember and flashing the light of your rooms has become a signal that you need each other. ((this is a long one guys but I’ve been inactive for like a year so see it as a big comeback lol))

You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice. You’re already in bed, but not yet asleep, and the flashing lights pull you out of bed and towards the window like an invisible cord. On the opposite side of your window is another window, one belonging to your neighbor. The houses are close together, in your street, and you see the familiar boy standing in front of his window.

“Did you flash the light?” you ask.

“Yes,” Calum answers. “I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

You and Calum have been living next to each other your whole lives, and he’s always been your friend. You don’t even remember how you met; you assume you were just babies, because your mom is such good friends with his mom. You just know he’s always been there, and he’s always been nice to you, even though he teases his sister all the time, and surely that grants him the one wish of you not laughing.

“Okay.” “I think there’s a monster in my room.” You notice his voice is shaky.

You frown. “Well, I can’t help you with that. Go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up.” Because at 5 years old, you didn’t think there was any problem out there that couldn’t be fixed by parents.

“I already told them,” Calum says, sounding a bit annoyed with you. As if it’s your fault there’s a monster in his room. “They don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep. But if I go to sleep, the monster could eat me!”

“Leave the lights on,” you offer him. “Monsters don’t like light.” You don’t know if that’s an actual fact, but you’re sure you saw it in a cartoon once.

“Mom would be mad if I left the light on.” Sure enough, Calum’s room, behind him, is dark. After flashing the light, he turned it back off.

You yawn. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, then.” It’s late, and you just wanna go to bed. Calum never wants to go to bed; you know that, because he always throws a tantrum when his mom tells him it’s bed time. But you like sleeping, because it lets the dreams into your head.

“Come sleep with me.” You look up in surprise, but Calum looks completely serious. “You can come over Mali’s way.”

There’s a plank of wood between your roof and Calum’s. Mali-Koa, his sister, always uses it to sneak over to your house and talk to your sister, Natalie. They’re best friends, just like you and Calum. But you’ve never used the plank, cause you’d have to climb out of your window first, and that seems scary.

You sigh. But he is your best friend. And Natalie once told you that best friends do everything for each other, so you can’t really say no. Very carefully, you swing your leg out of the window.

“Don’t be scared,” says Calum, and you shoot him an angry look.

“You’re the one that’s scared of monsters!”

He doesn’t say anything after that, and just watches you as you slowly but steadily make your way out of your house and onto the plank. As soon as you reach his window, his tiny hands wrap around your arms and help you into his room.

You’re not scared of monsters. You know that if the monster really was dangerous, one of your cartoon hero’s would come to save you. But you’re still a little nervous, so you quickly jump onto the bed.

Everyone knows monsters that live under beds can’t come out from under them.

Calum joins you, a content look on your face. “You know,” he says, “I won’t forget this. You’re gonna be my best friend forever and ever.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “forever and ever.” And you close your eyes.

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You’re 7 years old and the light flashes twice. Normally it’s Calum using the emergency call, but this time you have no other option. All you can do is hope he’ll answer.

He does; within seconds he appears in front of his window and opens it. It’s raining, tonight, big droplets of water crashing down onto your roofs.

“What’s wrong?” he says with a worried tone in his voice, when he sees you. You’ve been crying, and your eyes are red and your face is blotched and you can barely get the words out of your mouth.

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— HAVANA

PAIRING: jung hoseok x reader

GENRE: university au, fuckboy hoseok, angst

WARNINGS: ^ and betrayal

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

A/N: there will be a finale to this so stay tuned!! thank you all for your support:,)💕

SUMMARY: All because of a crush…

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Skinship - Jaebeom

Im Jaebeom x Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers. Fluffy AF

Word Count: 1254

Concept: You’ve been friends with Got7 for years, when you met something just clicked. They come visit you every chance they get and whenever they are in your city, you guys are nearly inseparable. While you are close to all of them, you always find yourself gravitating towards one of them. Whether they knew it or not, they felt the same and it just took the right moment.

This is how they start their skinship with you.

“Oh I looovvee this song!” You exclaim, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet. Jaebeom smiles and drops his head. He always thought you were adorable when you got over excited, which was all the time, about everything. It was ridiculous really.

Jaebeom looks over at the bartender, who is still serving another customer, before turning back in your direction. You had started dancing along, right there at the bar.

Your over excitement had been cute but the way you dance… is just straight sexy. 

Still, Jaebeom has to laugh. You have no idea the effect your dancing has on him, or anyone else for that matter. He loves the way you move your body to the beat of the song, swaying your hips from side to side, rolling your body along with the melody but most of all, he loves the way a huge smile spreads across your face when you’re dancing. You don’t go to clubs to hook up or anything like that like most people do, all you want to do is dance and have a good time. You’re completely oblivious to the world around you.

You’re too lost in the song to notice, but Jaebeom isn’t. The smile falls from his face as soon as he notices the two guys standing behind you at a table across the room watching you. He glares at them but they’re too busy watching you to notice him. Not that he blames them but it sparks an emotion in him that he doesn’t want to put a name to. You and Jaebeom are just friends, but wouldn’t it be his obligation, as a friend, to protect you from sleazy guys that you aren’t interested in? Yeah, he thought to himself, that’s exactly right.

“What can I get you?”

The question pulls Jaebeom’s attention back to the bar.

“Uh, can I get two JD and cokes please?” He turns back to look at you, still off in your own world dancing and the two guys who are still watching you from their table.

The bartender places the drinks on the counter and Jaebeom hands her his card to tap.

Jaebeom puts his card back in his wallet, grabs the drinks and steps over to you, holding out one of the cold tumblers. You stop dancing and carefully take the glass in both hands like a child with a sippy cup, taking a sip. This makes Jaebeom chuckle: what a contrast.

He glances behind you again at the table behind you. They are still watching.

Jaebeom’s anger flares, his jaw ticks. You’re clearly with someone else: who the fuck are they to think they can still watch you like that. 

You’re too wrapped up in your drink to notice what’s going on right in front of you. 

“Thank you,” you say, in a singsong voice, looking up at Jaebeom who pulls his attention away from the guys and snorts slightly with amusement. 

“Come on,” Jaebeom motions for you to make your way back to the others.

“Uh uh” you say, holding up a finger to stall him. Bringing the drink up to your lips, you swallow it quickly in three consecutive gulps.

Jaebeom raises his eyebrows, impressed. As he does, he glances behind you again to find the two random guys mirroring his expression. One leans across the table, saying something to his friend before he tips his own glass, finishing off the dregs of his drink, and pushes off his chair in your direction.

You shrug and shoot Jaebeom a cute smile before leaning across him to place the tumbler on the bar. Your closeness draws his attention back to you, the sudden waft of your perfume, a scent he can’t quite place his finger on, engulfs him and like all the alcohol has hit him at once, he feels bold.

He returns your smile, brings his arm up and nonchalantly drapes it across your shoulders like he’s done it a thousand times. In reality, he has never been this close to you before. Instantly he can feel the warmth of your exposed shoulders. Is it that hot in the club? Or is it fire that only seems to ignite where your skin touches. 

You cock your head back with surprise. 

“Shh” his lips pucker with the sound and he half winks at you.

‘Ooooh’ you silently mouth back at him. Too good to be true. This isn’t the first time one of your guy friends has had to save you from some creepy guy at a club but there’s a slight feeling of disappointment in the pit of your stomach knowing that that is all this is.

“Come on,” Jaebeom says, leading you away towards the booth where the others sit. As you make your way through the crowd, Jaebeom looks over his shoulder, leaning into you a bit, and locks eyes with the guy from the table who has changed his trajectory to the bar but stares after you as you stroll away. Jaebeom smirks at him: a dominant smirk, letting the guy know that he should have known better. An alpha smirk.

As the crowd shuffled between the two of you and the two of them, Jaebeom"s whole attention was now brought to you again. 

Experimentally, Jaebeom slowly caresses his fingers over the top of your arm. Despite the trail of fire his fingertips leave in their wake, he can feel the goosebumps that raise on your skin. You don’t know it but Jaebeom’s body has reacted much the same way: he feels a tingle run down his shoulders and back, all the way to his toes.

Selfconciousness that he might notice your body’s involuntary response to this new sensation, you peek your head over your shoulder. Everyone behind you is absorbed in their own worlds. “I think he’s gone" 

“I know.” Jaebeom looks straight ahead. His tone is confident, a little cocky even but he’s having trouble looking at you. Even so, his arm stays securely around your shoulders. You smile to yourself. Interesting.

The rest of the booth doesn’t notice the two of you as you walk up. 

Jaebeom’s arm slides off your shoulders as you shuffle into the booth. You feel a jolt in your stomach. Were you wrong? Was it just the alcohol making you think too much into it? Jackson and Mark looks up from their conversation to throw you a smile which you return as Jaebeom shuffles in next to you. 

‘Don’t get your hopes up’ You think to yourself, bringing your hand up to fiddle with an empty tumbler on the table, staring at it as you do. 

You feel Jaebeom adjust himself next you.

You freeze.

The fire and goose bumps erupt on you skin once more as you feel Jaebeom’s arm settle around you again. For a second or two, you refuse to move, still staring at the glass held in your hand. Then you look up at Jaebeom who simultaneously looks down at you, locking eyes. Mirroring each other, you smile and chuckle. It wasn’t just the alcohol.

Reaching your hand up to meet the one Jaebeom has hanging over your shoulder, you entwine your fingers with his and lean into him a bit more.

Jackson, who is still deep in conversation with Mark, looks up again. Doing a double-take, he freezes mid-sentence, a knowing smile spreading across his face, before continuing the conversation again.

Apparently it was one of those things that everyone knew except you two.

Kim Addonizio, from ‘Blues for Roberto’, What Is This Thing Called Love: Poems