Its The 2015 Version And Its Called Fantastic

It’s the 2015 version and it’s called fantastic

I just found out today.

how come nobody told me namjoon did a song for the soundtrack for the original fantastic 4 movie ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

The third facial expression tho

taehyung x ‘gyopo hairstyle’ mv

*sigh* love it when other people are proven wrong also love it when petty jk is on “my” side

[ 06:42PM ] jeongguk was a petty little shit. that was what he was. and even when it was endearing at times given his huge adorable eyes whenever he complained or the pout that unconsciously formed in defeat if he didn’t get his way—you often really saw the lengths he would do because of his ridiculous pettiness at instances when you were the one being casted aside, being looked down upon, and he daresay claim was being ‘oppressed’ as well.

you were just too nice for this world, jeongguk thought, too understanding, too patient; you always had the will to smile and to keep your poise even when people could really be assholes and do obnoxious things to truly try bursting your bubble—and it was exactly that kindness of yours that infuriated jeongguk a lot, especially when just the other day, you let it slip that a bunch of girls from the organization you recently joined in laughed at you when you were brave enough to share that your boyfriend was jeon jeongguk, a.k.a. the newly appointed baseball pitcher from the rivalring university and who was also quite frankly as they put it was ‘so hot that he’d totally be out of your league, ____’.

“what the fuck?” jeongguk said when he heard that, snapping his head towards you where you were sitting beside him on the bed, typing some notes you’ve written on your notebook and transferring them to your laptop. “they told you that i was out of your league? babe, you’re the one who’s out of my league.”

you chuckled, not sparing him a glance. “yeah, keep telling yourself that, guk.”

“i’m serious!” he sat up from his laid down position. “you’re way too good for me.”

you hummed, nodding, concentrating on what you were doing, obviously agreeing just for the sake of it, and he huffed, scooting closer to hug you from his spot, an arm encircling around your waist and another around your stomach, his chin being placed gently on your shoulder.

“hey,” he murmured and you raised your eyebrows as acknowledgement, still typing away, “you really are you know?”

“i know.”

“are you really okay with those stupid comments?”

“yep.”

“____...”

you finally faced him. “i am, babe.” you smiled and kissed his lips for a second before returning to your task. “they can say whatever the hell they want—but i get to kiss you as much as i want to still, don’t i?”

he chuckled and lifted a finger to bring your chin towards him again, deeming the kiss earlier not enough. “yeah, and as much as i want to too,” he said in between kisses, the last one being fuller than the rest that you got naturally distracted from pulling away as you should have.

anyways, that conversation was supposed to be the end of it. jeongguk was supposed to let it go since you didn’t look bothered by it like a normal person would. but whether you were telling him the truth that you were really okay with what those girls claimed or not, one thing was for sure—he was still going to prove them wrong about their dumb assumptions about yours and his relationship.

and what better way to do that than making an appearance himself at the coffeehouse your organization agreed to meet in after your classes? the excuse of surprising you so that the both of you can go to his apartment together ready on his tongue in case you’d ask.

“baby!” he yelled right from the entrance, raising a hand up to get your attention and even smiling brightly.

when you spinned your head towards the familiar booming sound of his voice and the term of endearment, your eyes widened, the pencil you were holding dropping on the wooden table dramatically as you stared at him from across the place.

“is that…” one of the girls trailed.

“jeon jeongguk?” another one supplied before both of them looked at you who still looked stunned to see your boyfriend here.

he, on the other hand, was unfazed by your reaction and instead began walking closer to your table, something that made you stand up immediately as well, catching on, and meeting him halfway so he wouldn’t have to go where your orgmates were all gathered with you.

“what—you’re supposed to be training,” you told him once you were close enough but jeongguk paid no attention to your scolding statement and tone, just embracing you as soon as you were within reach.

“i wanted to see you.” he grinned and then kissed you full on the mouth.

he started it off quite intensely, might you add, one of his palms settling on your cheek and tilting your head higher so he’d get to do it more properly, the hand on your waist tightening as he pulled you nearer. he even had the nerve to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, almost sneaking it in if weren’t for reality smacking you in the head a few seconds after that made it all stop.

it was you who slightly pushed him back with both hands on his chest as you heard loud whispered noises behind you, pressing your lips together and blinking hard, your face heating up at the almost make-out session. “you’re, you’re, uh—” your heart was still hammering while jeongguk smirked down at you— “you’re so freaking damn petty,” you finally whined, sighing and hitting his chest for added effect.

he laughed, knowing you understood his actions. “and you’re seriously blushing.”

“because you were about to eat my face off!” you hissed, an accusation that only drove jeongguk to kiss you once more. “ugh, guk, really—you didn’t have to—”

“shhh,” he hushed you, one more peck being planted on your lips. it shut you up alright, and he proceeded on nodding towards the desk where half of the people from your org were trying not to look obvious that they were eavesdropping—while the other half just shamelessly gawked. “how much longer do i have to wait until you’re all done?”

you let the topic go as per his implied request, shrugging and crossing your arms. “maybe 30 minutes more?”

“okay. i should buy myself a drink first and then let’s go to my place, yeah?”

“sure.”

“i love you,” he said all of the sudden, the volume of his voice a bit louder.

you gazed at him, your expression screaming disbelief, but it didn’t take long until you laughed and played it cool, reaching up and squeezing his cheeks with one hand as you brought it back down for that one real last peck, never being able to resist his cuteness no matter what. “i love you too, babe. now go away and leave me alone.”

jeongguk nodded with a similar laugh, striding away to the counter to order as you went back to your table, the previous two girls who called you bluff last time now gaping at you, seeing you with your cheeks still pretty red and your lips very moistened.

you cleared your throat upon feeling their stares and they flashed their eyes somewhere else before you could catch them, pretending to be interested in another orgmate’s suggestion about the subject this whole meeting was held for and not at the fact that they were definitely proven wrong.

The sun and the snake

Summary: You had read about it in stories, how enemies to lovers never ended well, but it was different for you, despite the animosity between your kingdoms you had only ever loved him, so how did it take this turn? How is your dress soiled in blood?

Yandere!prince! Jungkook x Princess!Reader

A/N: I love @cosmostae​ and I have concocted from the depths of my brain a fic for her and her enjoyment only, incorporating most if not all the themes she likes.

Tw: Blood, blood, death, death, 

The orchestra played in the background in the gaudy ballroom, you felt suffocated caged with all the masked nobles, their bodies swaying to the music as they twirled around, discussed their shallow privilege, people often forgot about you when you were in the same room as your brother, Seokjin, the crown prince captured all the attention in the room, not that you minded it, you were used to it. You did not mind being the shadow under his radiant light, after your father died, he would get the throne and you did not mind that either. You had never been one for enjoying public gatherings, so when your brother had taken the lead, you never hesitated in hiding behind him. Despite the golden aura he had around him, intimidating people with his presence alone, he always carried an air of grandiose around him, but with you he was always big brother Seokjin. Never Prince Seokjin. He was warm, protective and a better parent than your real parents had ever been. To them Seokjin was their son and you were a commodity that could be sold off to form alliances. You politely excused yourself and headed to the balcony to get some air and peace of mind. You could her the chatter of people and clinking of glasses in the background as you weaved your way through the crowd of silks and satins.

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