Summary: Y/N gets bored and decides to go to her boyfriend Hoseok for help in curing in.
“Hobi, I’m bored!” I announced walking into his studio. The only response I got was a simple hum in acknowledgment. It was common for me to show up from time to time now. Since I get bored easily and use Hoseok as a source of entertainment.
“I don’t know what you want me to do about it, Jagiya. I can’t just stop working.” He replied, turning in his seat. I know what he said was just the truth. Being in the world’s biggest boy band isn’t all that easy. But that doesn’t mean my boredom would care anymore than it did now, which was none.
“You don’t have to stop working completely, just spend an hour with me. Please!” I asked.To be fair I had been bored for the past three hours and I already knew it wouldn’t go away anytime soon. Which is why I came here in the first place.
Hoseok looked at his computer before sighing. “One hour, then I have to get back to work.” He explained. I nodded before smiling and grabbing his arm dragging him outside.
“Jagiya where are we going?” Hoseok questioned while making no move to stop me from dragging him wherever I wanted.
“To a park! Trust me, some fresh air is something we both need right now!” I answered. Hoseok just chuckled quietly to himself before intertwining our fingers and pulling me closer to him.
“Aiesh! I will never be able to say no to you!” Hoseok exclaimed. Hitherto himself or to me I have no idea.
“Love is weird like that. Not being able to say no to someone.” I confirmed causing him to laugh. Before I could say anything else though Hoseok got in front of me and pulled me onto his back making sure I was secure.
“Well, the park waits for no one Jagiya! Let’s go!” He exclaimed before running. I just laughed before wrapping my arms tighter around him. I guess boredom is good for some things.
~END~
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Doctor who - Wild Blue Yonder
I think an orc wife could fix me
I take blame that isn’t meant for me.
It hurts to do,
But if I don’t take it then who will?
If no one admits to their wrong,
Then it is my job,
Because somehow,
In someway
I am always the catalyst.
Anytime I come along,
Something that had once been buried
Comes to the surface again.
Maybe I am simply bad luck.
Maybe things would be better if I wasn’t here.
Which is why I take the blame,
Even when I am tired,
Even when it hurts me,
Even when it leaves behind scars,
I will always take the blame,
Because if I don’t
I fear they might leave,
And to me,
That is worse than any kind of blame I give myself.
Math is giving me a migraine someone come kiss it better
Uhhh…yeah no I’m good.
Being a switch is wild because I wanna fuck a girl stupid but at the same time I wanna be fucked stupid.
Yearning hours where I just want a girlfriend but the hours turn into days and I still have yet to find a soul to fill the void in my heart who simple wants to love and be loved in return.
Gambit in his little pink crop top >>>>