Nothing Beats The Hots I Have For Assassin Naksu

nothing beats the hots i have for assassin naksu

sounds like a guardian the lonely and great god au

Your village has exactly 92 people living in it, but only 91 are human. The last one is an elf and - despite being older than the village itself - a child at that. You’re her 53rd adoptive parent.

IT’S NOT “YOU SHOULD OF”

IT’S “YOU SHOULD HAVE” OR “YOU SHOULD’VE”

WHEW season 2 made me cry for maidservant kim and park jin and then they just ???? invalidated my crying??? hoes???

my name

when i tell you i have screamed kicked shouted squealed and cried

i. the first time i ever saw han so hee was in soundtrack #1 so u can imagine the shock i got. the action? spectacular. the acting? fantabulous. the beautiful gory storyline? im in love.

ii. this is the second show in which i have shed actual tears (first one was guardian). the beautiful beautiful way they showed us the pain of both jiwoo and choi mujin, and we knew that jiwoo’s dad was definitely attached to both dongcheon members and his job so it definitely had to have hurt. choi mujin’s character was so spectacularly layered, instead of being a one dimensional evil druglord. i loved that whatever he did, we could see the pain in his eyes (im trying to make this as spoiler less as possible shutup)

iii. jeon pildo. do NOT get me started on that man. i dont think if i start ill be able to stop. HE DESERVED BETTER???? he was such an all rounder cutie pie and i was so happy when he defended jiwoo

iv. another thing i loved : unlike hollywood, kdramas dont shy away from making their heroines unattractive while fighting. i mean, how can hollywood heroines be flipped once punched twice kicked thrice and their hair is still set with a little dribble of blood from their lips? fuck yku man

jiwoo was shown crazy and mad and evil and vengeful and sentimental and stoic but we saw her longing for her life with her dad. and i think the ending, with the photo of both her dad and her on the grave, it was somehow a little bow on top.

ps: a little special point for do gangjae. that man was HOT

478!jk’s definitely the type to have couvade syndrome (aka sympathetic pregnancy: the guy also experiences his wife’s symptoms) and y/n would be so confused 🤔🤔🤔 like huh, i thought EYE was the one carrying???

478: drabble

alternatively, jungkook’s on your team — literally :-)

[ 478 masterlist ]

Jungkook’s your personal security system with the way he insists to tag along to every bullet point you have in your work schedule.

You’re in your first trimester and although it hasn’t been as seamless as you’d like, you manage everyday. You’re not showing either, atleast not yet. The idea of when you should take your leave lingers at the back of your head but you feel that it shouldn’t be now, not when you’re still perfectly able without the bump and the fatigue on your way.

The news of your pregnancy is still under wraps with only your team and a select few people knowing as exceptions, unwilling to publicize anything this early in time.

Jungkook was already protective before yet there’s no term to just describe exactly how he’s grown even more now, a lingering proof of it being his very own chair with his name printed that the production crew had gotten made. If it were up to him, he would’ve also put his name on the call sheet with just how present he is.

“Are you gonna finish that?” he looks at Jimin pointedly, his voice hushed even if there were only a few people in the dressing room. Jungkook tilts his head to the food in front of Jimin, the latter having neglected his meal for a total of five (5) seconds because he was responding to an email.

Jimin remembers setting down his chopsticks two and a half blinks ago, but he doesn’t quite remember how badly he likes the meal with the way Jungkook looks at him inquisitively.

“Uhm, I don’t think so? You can-…” he clears his throat when Jungkook snatches the lunchbox away with a huff, eyes big and frozen. “… have it if you want.”

Without you present in the room, there’s no buffer. Jimin and Jungkook can normally tolerate each other and they even bond, actually. It’s just that there’s something in the air that your manager can’t exactly place with your husband’s attitude.

Jimin accomplishes his email and it barely even took him a minute, but he wishes it took him longer so that he had the time to forget that he doesn’t exactly have a meal to come back to now. Just as he’s about to pick up his chopsticks in reflex, Jungkook scoffs across him, his lunchbox already empty.

“Is there a reason you didn’t finish it?” 

Jimin blinks, perplexed at the whiplash. “You uhm, you asked if I was gonna finish it, Jungkook.”

He knows for a fact that he’s sleep-deprived but Jimin knows exactly what he’s seeing; the sight of Jungkook being pissy with him for no reason at all just makes him want to go look for you to hide behind you.

“I know, and you said I could have it. Why didn’t you finish your lunchbox?”

“Because you asked for it?” he answers unsurely, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

It must be the wrong answer because Jungkook’s eyes narrow even more, crossing his arms. His hair’s longer now but it barely covers up the scowl on his face. “No I didn’t. I asked if you were gonna finish it, not if I could have it,” he enunciates. “You don’t like my cooking, is that it?”

“What? No, no! I-I like your cooking!” Jimin amends, waving out his hands.

“Didn’t seem like it,” Jungkook scoffs, shrugging carelessly, “Yeah, whatever. I woke up extra early just to prepare lunchboxes for my wife’s manager and her friend, but it’s okay,” he snickers. “I don’t care, Jimin. Atleast Yoongi’s fucking that shit up. Look.”

Surely enough, Yoongi’s indeed fucking up the lunchbox that Jungkook prepared, his heavy breaths being heard from across the room because he barely gives himself the time to inhale with how good the food was.

“I care! I love the lunchbox! Thank you so much, Jungkook. Really, I do-…”

Jungkook clenches his jaw, shaking his head slowly in disbelief. Jimin can’t even catch up even if your husband’s face is set on the ground.

“Wow. And I thought you can’t be any more demeaning. God, you expect me to cook for you? Even Y/N doesn’t do this to me. You, you think that I’m just some communal husband that should cook a-and-…”

“Hi, baby.”

Both Jungkook and Jimin perk up at the sight of you, the former being placated now that he has his eyes on you, and the latter utterly relieved because he clearly needs help.

“Oh, hello,” Jungkook beams, grinning up at you. He melts immediately when you hug him from behind and it’s as if he wasn’t annoyed to hell and back with your manager just seconds ago.

Jimin’s speechless. Completely and utterly speechless at Jungkook’s change-up, his words reduced to a whisper directed at you.

“Was it — w-was it something I said?”

You discreetly put your hands over Jungkook’s ears and he doesn’t even notice, your face sympathetic because it’s clear as day that Jimin’s been put into a whiplash. “This couvade syndrome’s only gonna last until the first trimester,” you whisper. “They say it comes back on the third though. Don’t show your face to Jungkook for the meantime.”

You coax Jungkook out of his seat to tell him that your shoot’s done for the day, his head eagerly nodding in understanding.

“Jimin told me he doesn’t like my lunchboxes,” he pipes up, his eyes sly and menacing when he looks back at him briefly. “He also told me that I should go fuck myself.”

“I-..!”

You shut Jimin up with a pointed look, the both of you already knowing that nothing of the sort happened and that Jungkook’s going through it — perhaps significantly even worse than you.

You bite back a chuckle, humming which seems to indulge Jungkook immediately. “Did he now?”