The Art Of Woo - Knj

the art of woo - knj

part 1 - drabble

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Walking back into the museum you just exited, this time after eating your meal, you feel the artificial air blowing from the AC. Directing yourself to the part of the Amore Pacific Museum that you hadn’t looked through yet. You had decided to keep it for the afternoon, which you were doing at that moment.

The only purpose of that impromptu trip to the museum was to find inspiration, the school year begun in a day, and even if your program was already finished, you liked to find fun things to show the kids. They would have the funniest reactions and comments to make, which would almost never make sense. This year wasn’t going to be the same as the ones before, since you’ll be getting kids a year older than the ones you usually teach. Jimin told you it won’t make a huge difference, and you wanted to believe him, but you couldn’t help but be a bit anxious.

Walking around the left wing of the museum, where the more “crazy” arts were, you take your notepad and pen out of your white fake fur purse. Real fur was too pricy, end you didn’t like the idea of having something that belonged to a once living animal on your body. Before walking out of your shared apartment that morning, you decided to wear a white summer dress falling to your mid-thigh and open at the back to match with your usual pair of white high heeled boots. You thought that outfit was cute and not so uncomfortable to wear in the outside.

In your notepad you wrote down the informations of the art pieces you thought would be interesting for your class. It wasn’t very practical to write without anything to support you, so you crouched down to use your legs as a makeshift ‘table’ when you heard footsteps behind you.

After reading his friends’ texts, Namjoon had that weirded out but still amused look on his face. He thought it felt good to have those specimens as friends, as his schedule was more packed than ever. He’d just got the spot as the new CEO in the company, his father’s, he worked at. Of course, he knew that was only the beginning and that it wouldn’t always be like that. So yes, the guys were a good distraction during those times. Even if Jungkook was a bit of a brat.

One thing that he always liked to do to keep his mind at ease was visit new places, and when he liked one, visit it again. Today, he had just about enough. The office kept calling him for unimportant matters, that didn’t his input or help, so he was naturally quite upset. He wanted to just shut his phone for the end of the day and only use it in the following morning, hoping that they understood he didn’t want to be disturbed. He understood that the sudden change of the big boss could be quite disturbing but still, the were all responsible adults, and most of them were older than him.

He thought it might be a prank, organised by his father to test his patience, which wouldn’t really be surprising taking in count his playful nature, but he wouldn’t ask him. No, the now CEO would prove to him that he was perfectly capable of being calm even if he wanted to scream at whoever addressed him that day.

That’s why he endured. At noon, however, he told them that he had things to do (he didn’t tell them it wasn’t work related) and he went out to eat his lunch before heading to the Amore Pacific Museum, where he hoped to appease his mind as it is a place he often seeks to have a peaceful time. When the young man finally arrived at his desired destination, it was already almost five past one in the afternoon.

Without turning around at the sound of feet hitting the floor, you continue writing down the informations about the piece of art that was in front of you. It was a representation of the colonisation in South Africa in a drawing by William Kentridge. You thought it was good to prepare the kids so that they know that not everything in this world is nice, without saying too much or scare them of course.

When Namjoon arrived in front of the same drawing, he hadn’t seen you yet. You were right in front of him but he only thought you were a white thing. He understood you were a woman when he saw the hair falling on your back as he got closer to you. He was still a bit pissed so he didn’t acknowledge you, and you didn’t see him either. He saw that you were writing something on your notepad so when you stood up his eyes were still on you.

Sensing a presence beside you, you looked to your right to see a young man, around your age already looking at you. The awkward eye contact lasted for a bit before Namjoon recomposed himself. He strangely felt nervous all of a sudden, your stare making him feel like he got caught doing something bad. Ha wasn’t one to usually feel nervous when in the presence of attractive women, so the reason he felt like that with you was a mystery.

“Hi..” he said, diverting his eyes to the other size, feeling a bit conscious that he didn’t really prepare himself before going out. His hair was messy from the amount of time he had tugged on it that morning.

“Hi.” You responded smiling at him. You didn’t know what he wanted, but you weren’t one to ignore the people talking to you, always polite with the people you met. He looked back to you after hearing your voice, mentally scolding himself for being so awkward, he somehow wanted you to think that he was cool, because he knew he was usually like the cool kids.

“Yes, hi..shit I already said that.” He mumbled the last part under his breath. “I’m Namjoon.” He finally presented himself.

“My name’s Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Namjoon.” You told him, looking back to what you had written, making sure everything was correct. After debating with himself whether or not he should continue the conversation, the young man looked back in front of him.

“Yeah, um can I ask what you’re writing?” He glanced at the notepad between your fingers, noting how your nails were neatly done.

“Oh this! Yeah of course. I take notes on the arts that I find interesting to show them to the kids. I don’t know if they’ll like them but I hope so.” You pouted a bit at the end, making him look down at your lips and quickly back to your eyes before you noticed. He was confused (and disappointed) to hear you talking about kids. You seemed quite young to be a mother of multiple children. He then concluded that you were probably already in a relationship, which made him feel guilty.

“Oh you have kids?” You were confused. How did he come to that conclusion? You didn’t really look much older than you were. These days, most of the 24 years old women weren’t mothers yet, so you didn’t understand him. It must have been obvious from the way you looked at him, with the head tilted to the side and brows slightly furrowed. “You don’t have kids, do you?” It was more of a statement than a question but you still shook your head as an answer. “I’m sorry, it’s just the way you talked. I assumed; sorry I shouldn’t have.” He apologized, massaging the back of his neck to release the bit of tension there was.

“Now that you say it, it did sound like I was talking about my kids.” You chuckled lightly. The sound of it putting a smile on Namjoon’s face. “I’m a teacher, the kids are my students. I’m getting my new class tomorrow so I’m a little nervous.” You scratched your arm a bit.

“I’m sure you’ll do great. Don’t worry.” He encouraged with a gentle smile on his face. The fact that you were a teacher added to the things he found endearing about you. You looked so soft and nice and your job only amplified that. Namjoon didn’t know what was happening to him, but when you looked back at him with a smile so large your eyes closed, he found it hard to breathe. He could hear his heart beating in his ears. His palms were sweaty and he could feel the blood burning on his face. Deciding that he didn’t want his time with you to end already, he took a deep breath in before asking;

“Hey um, would you like to look at the rest with me?” The question caught you off guard, but Namjoon looked nice enough and you didn’t mind the company.

“Sure, why not? The more the merrier!” You exclaimed, leading the way to the next art to see.

You both passed time like that, exchanging thoughts on every art you came across. It was nice to have someone to do this with this time, since your friends and your sister never want to come with you.

Namjoon became more comfortable talking to you with each passing second. The initial nervousness wasn’t completely gone but he could joke around now. You both also talked about your friends and family, you mentioned you were really close to your younger sister, and he told you he was always with his three best friends. Neither of you mentioned any name, not that it really mattered. He tried to flirt a bit, but it was too awkward and he wasn’t good at that when he was sober, so he decided to stop for now, and you looked oblivious to his attraction towards you.

As the saying says, time passe fast when you’re having fun (I translate from French leave me) and when you both exited the museum, the sun was starting to set already. You took your phone out to check the time when you saw texts from your sister.

“I didn’t know it was this late already, do you want me to drop you home Y/N ?” he said taking out his car keys. You sent the address to Jessie and put your phone back in your purse.

“Thanks, but it won’t be necessary. My sister’s picking me up, she wants to have dinner together.” You told him, making him a bit disappointed. You saw the dejected look on his face and proposed; “but you can wait with me if you want, I don’t think she’ll be here for another fifteen minutes at least.” At that he perked up nodding his head.

“Come, let’s go sit there, my legs are tired.” He pointed to a bench close to the entry of the museum.

You both sat and continued talking, the conversation flowing until you saw your sister parking the car in front of the both of you. You saw her look suspiciously at Namjoon before getting un yourself to go inside the car. You looked back at him, he was still seated, looking at you getting inside the car. You waved at him, saying that you’ll see him another time.

He looked at you, smiling and waving back. The stress and anger from the morning completely forgotten, he was now appeased and quite happy.

When you closed the door, he got up and took the keys to his own car out. Jessie immediately turned to you, eyeing you suspiciously. “You didn’t tell me you were on a date Y/N! I would’ve gone with someone else.”

“Oh no, that wasn’t a date, we met today and decided to spend the rest of the day together to pass time. His name’s Namjoon, he’s quite nice must I say.” You told her. “Now, less talking, more driving I’m hungry! If it’s not good I’ll blame Jimin, and you.” She feigned an offended look and began driving, she was pretty hungry too.

Getting inside his car, the young CEO started the engine and drove directly to Jungkook and Yoongi’s place, not noticing the shy smile he had on his face the whole time. His friend, however sure did, it was the first thing he noticed after opening the door.

“Hey dude- woah what’s with the smile? Are you that happy to see me?” Jungkook said, shooting him a side glare. He highly doubted that was the reason for Namjoon’s sudden happiness, and he wanted to know what really caused it.

“Hey, I think I just had the best day of my whole life,” “Was your visit at the museum-“ he didn’t have time to finish his sentence when he was cut off, “I think I just met the love of my life today.”

“Wait wait wait, what the hell, explain dude, who’s she? Did you get her number? Or maybe it’s a he? I need details hyung” Namjoon didn’t answer him, directing himself to the couch where he realised one thing, he hadn’t asked for your number.

Judge Donna Scott Davenport oversees a juvenile justice system in Rutherford County, Tennessee, with a staggering history of jailing children. She said kids must face consequences, which rarely seem to apply to her or the other adults in charge.

This woman needs to be kicked off the bench and disbarred. Then, she must be prosecuted for abuse of power.

https://www.propublica.org/article/black-children-were-jailed-for-a-crime-that-doesnt-exist

Thiss is incredible please read it. It deserves to be known it's beautiful and the whole time you think "oh ma gawd that's so cute" but you'll cry at the end lol ✌

Purgatory (Yoongi x Reader)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 12.4k

Series: (2/7) Predator Universe

Warnings: 18+, (Soft-ish) Yandere, Vampire Yoongi, Stalking, Obsession, Blood (Lots of it), Gore, Fear, Panic/Anxiety, Depictions of dead bodies, Devious Intentions, Mourning, Self Harm, Murder, Isolation, Existentialism, Talks of Religion, Talks of Life and Death, Serious Illness

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: Yoongi wouldn’t be surprised if he forgot what had happened in that alleyway, the monster usually remembered it all for him and locked it away in the darkest corners of his mind. But he did know there would be one thing he would remember after this, and that was that he was willing to kill for you. It didn’t matter who it was, if they tried to harm you or get in his way he would tear them down without a thought or a shadow of remorse. 

A/N: Hehe, surprise everyone! That’s right, the next series takes place in the Predator Universe! I got so inspired (specifically by Yoongi) to turn this into a series. I already have ideas for Jimin and Tae as well. Now, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

A life without meaning is as good as being dead. 

In the darkness of his room, Yoongi laid with his arm thrown over his eyes and his other hand resting limply on his chest.

Beneath the frigid skin of his palm, there was nothing. In his chest, he held a black heart that no longer beat a rhythm that had once been familiar to him. 

He felt like nothing. 

Life had not been kind to Min Yoongi when it still held him in its clutches. As a young man in the 1600’s of Salem, he was damned. 

He had done everything right, he had been the perfect church boy, god-fearing and worshipping all the same. He had attended services, prayed every day, and attempted to avoid the calls of sin. He had done everything perfectly, and still, it had not been enough.  

Especially when he unknowingly consorted with the Devil. 

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My brother really has no brain sometimes

Like I have 2 brothers we’ll call the older one 1 and the other one 2

So me and 1 are born the same day 9years apart so he was asking me what I wanted for our bday

And I didn’t know what to say I just told him I liked anime’s and mangas but that he already knew so I told him I got into Kpop

And 2 was like « do you even know what they say ?? They’re just racist they don’t like us (Muslims) I saw one of them saying f*ck Ramadan they’re just racist »

Ok I won’t deny that some are not racist bc there a more racist people everywhere but it’s not because ONE of them made a rap with racist lyrics that they’re all the same ?? And I told him he was generalising them and he didn’t want to hear me

And I was so PISSED bc like when I told 1 I liked kpop he said « what’s that? » and I was like « I don’t know BTS??? » and 2 was just insulting all of Korea

I’m pretty sure bts has never once said anything that was racist or smth like that

Character profiles : hot and rich and noone else

Facts !!

Y/n and jessie are sisters and live together

Jimin and Tae also live together and are besties since high school

Jin sometimes models and owns a bakery

Y/n is a teacher and jimin works with her

Jessie is still in college

Nobody know what is tae's job kinda like chandler from friends

Jimin sometimes goes to the dance studio

《 The art of woo 》 . Knj

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To all the people that put a heart on ly fic i love u you gorgeous person