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Summary: At first, Elliott isn't sure what to think of the new farmer. He out of anyone should know not to judge a book by its cover.

Gossip whispers across Pelican town much like the salty ocean breeze, stirring up dust and anticipation in its wake. A new farmer is in town, and their arrival is a shifting current rocking an anchored boat. Elliott remembers when he too arrived on a rising tide. The shore was left speckled in seashells, and the anchor held strong. Perhaps the waves this new arrival conjures will free him from the riptide he’s found himself in.

A Writer Like You - Deaththesyd - Stardew Valley (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Karaoke Cutie

➸ 18+

➸ Summary: Most people hate Karaoke Night, but not you. You relish it. So much so your friends call you the Karaoke Queen. On one particular night out, you meet a friend of a friend who just so happens to love Karaoke just as much as you. 

➸ Word count: 4K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Pure Rom Com Meet Cute type stuff

➸ Warnings: language like always, and suggestive themes. Plus sweaty shy tatted JK. He deserves his own warning.

➸ A/N: Hi! Can’t get vlive 210730 JK out of my head, and this is what happened in light of that. It’s probably terrible as I don’t get enough time to write these days with having a 4 year old and being in my third trimester of pregnancy and working 50 hours a week, but JK in this live was a revelation, so here we are. He deserves it.

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It was karaoke night, and unlike the cliché of the shy protagonist that gets dragged along to karaoke night, you loved it. You wouldn’t describe yourself as very outgoing or extroverted, but when it came to things you loved you really came out of your shell. Singing was one of those things for you. You certainly weren’t professional or trained even, but you loved to sing so much that it was likely you spent more time singing than speaking in your waking hours (and maybe your sleeping hours too, who knows?). Karaoke night gave you an excuse to sing, where in your regular day you instead just annoyed your friends and family with you breaking into musicals every moment.

Are you here yet?

The text read on your watch from your best friend Kiana who must have arrived a few minutes before you. You were about a block away, but she must have been just as eager to get a good spot in the bar as you were. It was Friday and it was always so busy, even this early (barely 9pm). You picked up the pace as you rounded the corner to see the cute dark haired beauty you called bestie standing at the front door to Bangtan Bar like every weekend. She nearly jumped up and down when she saw you and ran to grab the door with a huge smile on her face.

“The boys are coming!”

As you hustled through the door, you were a bit taken aback by the words of your friend and felt your head fling around of its own accord.

“Joon hates Karaoke Night,” you stated, matter of factly.

“But he loves pussy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at her shamelessness. Joon and Kiana had been dating for years, and everyone who knew them would agree that there was no argument about who was the dom in that relationship. Kiana would say jump and Joon would say how high. It was funny to see from an outside perspective as Joon was a 6 foot tall beef cake with muscles for days and a strong manly persona, while Kiana was a tiny pocket sized sweetie pie with a soft voice and even softer features. It was clear, though, that Kiana had strong armed her boyfriend into coming tonight, and he must have invited his friends to come to share in the “torture”. You wondered who would actually show.

As you walked into the dimly lit bar it was clear that the fun hadn’t started yet as the neon lights were not up yet, and the stage hadn’t been cleared off. In light of this, it was easy enough to find a table near the front with an adjoining table that Kiana rushed to push together with yours.

“How many are coming?” Your eyes bugged out at the 10 seats around the tables.

“Relax, it’s just us and a few guys from Joon’s work.”

You tried to relax, but you were not great with new people. The forced small talk and fake friendliness was not your strong suit. You could spend hours in a deeply theoretical discussion, but you didn’t know how to gracefully dissolve that limited conversation of “getting to know someone”. 

You tried to take your mind off the impending anxiety with a few drinks, largely two chocolate cake shots with Kiana to get your blood pumping and prepare to be on the stage. When you saw the songbook pulled out on the bar top, you rushed over to be the first to grab it and pick out your songs for the night. You were in the middle of debating between a duet with Kiana of Truth Hurts or Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (you voted for the later as the edited version of Truth Hurts was painfully underwhelming compared to the original) when Joon came stumbling in the front door with 3 guys behind him. Literally stumbling, you might add, as Joon was not the most graceful human and didn’t see the step at the front door and nearly face planted into the linoleum. You were so used to his antics that you hardly reacted and went back to reading the songs in the book, but Kiana rushed to her boyfriend, jumping into his arms as soon as she gathered that he had recovered from his fall.

Your nerves at meeting new people certainly aided in your desire to bury your face in the book as you heard the voices of other males as they were introduced to Kiana. You were more concerned with what solo song you would sing. Could you manage Whitney Houston tonight? It was one of those kind of work weeks, but definitely required your best pipes be present.

Just as you were concluding that you would rather go big than go home, you felt a presence sit down beside you.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook,” said the voice attached to the hand that invaded your vision as you flipped the book closed. You barely got a second to even look at him as Kiana abruptly stole the book from under your nose starting a wordless battle with you across the table. Her face saying, “stop hiding and be social!” and yours saying, “please don’t make me”, but Kiana always won in the end, especially as the book was already moved back to the bar. So your eyes inevitably returned to your neighbor who still politely had his hand out in front of you and so you unfurled yourself from your almost bent position to look to the side. 

You were not prepared.

Your first thought was eyes, but you very quickly also noted a cute nose, fluffy black hair, pouty lips over an adorable bunny toothed smile with chiseled cheekbones and something in his expression that spoke of frankness like you had never seen on a stranger’s face before. He was 100% the genuine article, you could tell just from one glance, and it only took that one glance to decide he was maybe one of the cutest guys you had ever seen. And he was sitting next to you.

Great.

You introduced yourself and shook his hand with a tentative smile on your face and you were sure, a bit of a blush on your cheeks. He just smiled wider.

“Y/N, you know Jimin and Hoseok,” came Joons voice from the other side of the table. He was indicating two guys sitting next to him who you immediately recognized from a few other nights out, but you were glad Joon said their names, as you definitely wouldn’t have remembered otherwise, no matter how cute they were (what is with gorgeous people attracting other gorgeous people around them?). Kiana was practically sitting in Joons lap and asking him to get them all a round of shots. After inquiring as to her state of drunk so far and you chiming in that shots were probably safe at this stage of the night, Joon got up to get shots from the bar instead of waiting for a server. 

Joon leaving the table and being the only link between all the parties present caused a momentary lull in conversation at the table until Jimin, the most outgoing of present company, started talking about work and plunging everyone into a lighthearted “happy it’s the weekend” conversation. Everyone was friendly and sweet and you found yourself getting comfortable, especially as Hoseok and Jimin were so incredibly likeable and laughed at everything. As shots arrived, you all had a distraction to end conversation for a moment as the shots burned the whole way down and talk of what to sing tonight started.

Your other girlfriends entered somewhere in the middle of conversation and it was clear before they even arrived at the table, that Jimin was completely fixated on your friend Melanie who came in second to last with a beaming smile on her openly sweet natured face. Being a sweet natured guy, it wasn’t hard to figure out why, but it wasn’t long before Melanie also noticed him and discretely decided to sit next to him shaking his hand in greeting and playing with her short hair as she shyly started a private conversation with him. Ellie sat next to Kiana at the other side of the table and took over the conversation rather quickly with a lengthy run down of her boss’s ridiculous request that landed on her desk at 5:23pm when her day was supposed to be over at 5:30. She had “barely had time to get home and change and redo her makeup” before coming out again, apparently, which was her way of explaining their lateness.

Through it all, Jungkook barely spoke unless spoken to, but he smiled quite often and seemed to be enjoying himself. You found it hard to discreetly check him out in light of this, but one thing that caught your attention immediately and was easy to inspect were the intricate tattoos on his knuckles and forearm that disappeared under the rolled up sleeve of his shirt, but you felt shy asking him about them.

“So what are you gonna sing JK?” asked Joon from across the table, locking eyes with Jungkook next to you.

“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it much yet.”

“Probably some Bieber or Mendes shit,” said Hoseok, who everyone kept calling Hobi, with a loud boisterous laugh in the quickly filling bar, “He loves their stuff.”

“Well it does suit his voice,” chimed in Jimin, giving Melanie a break to catch her breath as her face was red from so much attention from the charming man. “Who would have thought a dude like him would sing like that? I remember the last time we went out for Karaoke, I thought Hobi was going to fall out of his chair.”

“He’s just so quiet, who would have known!” Said Hobi as you turned to look at Jungkook in surprise.

“I like to sing,” he said to defend himself with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He glanced your way as he felt your scrutiny. You couldn’t help it. Attention had been brought to him and it was an incredibly engaging face to look at, even despite the information that was so in line with your own inclinations.

“You sound like Y/N,” Kiana said with a laugh, without filling in any other information.

Now you were the one being inspected and Hobi giggled from across the table in an adorable way as he suggested a duet between the two of you, which both of you were quick to deny with blushing faces.

As the karaoke lights started to rise, you bounced out of your seat to put your name on the ledger before the bar music even began. When you returned to your seat, Jungkook was determinedly looking at you as if he wanted to start a conversation, which made you slightly nervous, but you turned in his direction with what you hoped was an inviting smile. You rarely had the full attention of someone so attractive.

“Right out of the gate, huh?” he asked, indicating how early you put your name on the list.

“Yeah, I, uh…” you glanced back and forth between him and Kiana across the table, but she was no help as her eyes were glued to Joon, so you continued feebly on your own. “I just really like to sing.”

He smiled out of the side of his lips and you noticed his smile was slightly crooked and a dimple made an appearance in his cheek. Completely unfair to be that attractive.

“What are you singing?”

“I wanna dance with somebody.”

“Whitney?” He said with an unbelieving look on his face. “You must be really good.”

“Nah,” you denied as you took a large gulp of your drink, forgetting it was almost 80% alcohol and coughing, “I just like the high notes, even if I sound bad, it feels good to sing, you know?”

He smiled again as he sat his head upon his hand that sat on the table, turning his whole attention to you. “Absolutely. I feel the same.”

“So what are you going to sing then?” You ask, glancing back at the ledger sitting on the table next to the karaoke machine. Hobi currently has it open next to the songbook deciding which song to put down, you imagine.

“What do you think I should sing?”

“I don’t know, what kind of voice do you have?”

You continued talking back and forth for a while, eventually ending up choosing Peaches by Bieber for him as he made you put his name on the ledger.

As the lights went down and the Karaoke started, individual conversations halted, but there were plenty of opportunities to cheer and have a good time in a group atmosphere. 

You were greeted with loud applause as you opened the show with Whitney Houston and while you didn’t have the best voice in the world, you had a blast singing it and hearing everyone cheering you on. JK seemed surprised when you returned and complimented you on your voice, which made you blush again.

Kiana and Joon sang a sickeningly sweet version of Shallow together, and Ellie sang an awesome version of Say My Name that had more than one man in the bar whooping for her sexy performance full of hair flips and suggestive movements. 

Then, it was JK’s turn and as he went to the front of the room, you completely tuned out everyone else so you could hear if his voice was really as amazing as everyone said. You were able to confer from your conversations that he was the type to downplay his accomplishments, especially when he said things like “I work out occasionally” and yet you had right in front of you the evidence of countless hours of work in the gym in his body to prove that it was an understatement. Even in his baggy black sweater, it was easy to see his shape was absolute perfection, and when he stood you were completely distracted by his exceptionally muscular thighs and his perfectly pert butt. Not that you were looking.

You were brought out of your musings by him coughing into the mic and his adorable shyness when he realized everyone heard it. You giggled behind your hand so you didn’t make him nervous and then the song started.

To say you were floored by his voice as he started singing, would be an understatement. He wasn’t just good, he was exceptional. He had a voice like an angel, even as he sang such a naughty song. He seemed shy at the lyrics, even as he did ad libs and put on an incredible performance. Someone in the back was whistling through their fingers at his performance, and your friends were practically screaming from your table up front. All of it seemed to further egg him on as he swayed his hips slightly and bent at the waist to pump out the ending vocals before he passed the mic on to the next performer and stepped down from the stage. The girl he handed the mic to watched him with her mouth wide open as he walked past, but he didn’t seem to notice. You would have laughed at how little he seemed to notice all the eyes on him if you weren’t one of the people staring in shock at him.

“Are you a professional singer or something?” Ellie asked as she leaned over the table, clearly deep in her drinks, when he returned to the table. He laughed but denied it. His eyes kept straying to you. You imagined he was trying to find out what you thought since you had established yourself as the “karaoke queen” as Kiana called you.

When the questions and excitement quieted down you leaned toward him softly saying, “That was really amazing.”

You connected eyes and noticed the slight blush on his cheeks at your words. It was adorable. How could someone that talented be so humble? By all rights, he should be the cockiest bastard alive, and yet, here he was looking shy and curling up in a tiny pose as though uncomfortable in the spotlight. It was fascinating.

“I guess we found the Karaoke King, now, huh?” said Kiana from across the table right as you were taking another sip of your drink that you proceeded to nearly choke on at her words.

After that you found yourself opening up more to JK and getting closer to him with every new topic, until you completely lost track of time. It wasn’t until Kiana called your name to sing the girls song you had chosen for the night that you remembered there were other people there.

Jungkook was just so easy to talk to. 

Most of the rest of the night was a blur, aside from a very provocative performance of a Korean song where the guys were hip thrusting in time with one another and your eyes were 100% glued to the man you’d been looking at all night. With a glowing gorgeous sweet smile on his face that made him look like an angel, but with body movements that made him seem like the devil, you were incredibly red faced after that, and not just from the alcohol.

It was this, and the line of sweat you watched trickle down the side of his neck when he returned to the table that had you dissolving into mush, so when he pushed his hair back off his forehead while staring at you, you decided to shoot your shot. Not only was he sex incarniate, but he was also the sweetest most humble baby boy and the combo was deadly for both your psyche and your undergarments.

“So,” you began as you leaned suggestively toward him, so there was no mistaking your motive, “how far do these tats go?” You grazed a fingernail against the text that ran in an x shape on his forearm as you spoke, but hadn’t enough courage to look up until you returned your hand to your lap.

He was grinning in that half smile way you had noticed he did on occasion like the left side of his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. It was so endearing and the infinite galaxies in his eyes pulled you in to complete the total takeover of your heart and mind.

“Do you want to find out for yourself?” he asked in a rare show of confidence. I guess your plan to convince him of your interest succeeded, because now all the cards were on the table.

You gulped visibly  and looked up to notice that Melanie and Jimin had left the bar already, probably together if their obnoxiously adorable flirting all night was any indication, and everyone else was completely ignoring the two of you, as though they had long realized that you two were in a different head space than everyone else there. You locked eyes with Ellie over her glass as she suggestively raised her eyebrows and you instantly made a decision.

You grabbed your purse off the table and on shaky legs stood up to announce, “Well I’m gonna get out of here, guys!”

The uproar in answer to that was immediate, but as JK stood up to leave as well, everyone clued in fast enough to not really fight it. You lay enough cash down to settle your end of the bill and then made your goodbyes rather quickly.

“But we always sing the closing song together! You love Karaoke Night!” Kiana said in your ear as she hugged you.

“And I think I love it even more now,” you whispered as she returned with a swat on your butt and a “get it, girl” before you turned to leave without sparing anyone another look.

But not without grabbing JK’s hand and dragging him along.

When you got outside, you had a moment to think through everything that was about to happen, but before you got very far, JK had pulled you back against the side of the building and had sealed your lips together in a desperate kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he exhaled in a seductive way, as if everything about him wasn’t already seductive enough. He was trailing kisses along your jaw and neck causing the pulsing in your lower half to increase tenfold.

“Well, we’ve got the whole rest of the night now don’t we?” you said as you bit your lip shyly. You were not the girl who usually went home with a guy you had just met, but the two of you completely clicked and he was a friend of Joon’s so you trusted him. Plus, he loved Karaoke just as much as you! That doesn’t happen everyday!

“So your place or mine?” he asked as he got a full grip on your ass and buried his nose in your neck with a deep inhale like he was trying to control himself.

“I live just around the corner.”

“Thank God,” he said in the loudest voice you’d heard from him all night, “Otherwise I was going to get arrested for indecent exposure for taking you right here against this wall.”

“No need for that,” you laughed, as you practically clawed at him, unable to keep your hands off his perfect body as he practically sang a melody against your skin in moans and sighs. “But promise me those hip thrusts will make another appearance,” you added as you extricated yourself from the gorgeous man and drug him along again down the sidewalk in a fast walk.

“As long as you sing for me,” he said with a deep penetrating look.

You exhaled shakily and quickened your pace.

You were home in record time.

And you did indeed sing. And he did indeed show you those hip thrusts again.

Which is exactly what you told Kiana the next day when she asked for more details through text.

So Karaoke Night again next Friday? LOL

If I don’t already have plans for a private Karaoke Night, sure ;)

Anyway, un-proofread writing under the cut.

Featuring a poor attempt at digital art. Erik was made in the animal jam masterpiece game, and Julien was on my phone 🥲 with one layer.

The head of the scenic department was a stern and strict man.

His eyes were small and beady, almost like two little lumps of coal staring back at him with overwhelming disapproval.

The man cleared his throat and spoke in an impatient tone;

"You are the artist they hired, correct..? You will be tasked with painting the walls for "Le Cid". The colors are mostly beiges, browns and reds. If you finish early, you will help with the backdrop. I'm SURE that won't be too much for you.." The head had a sort of cruel glint in his eyes.

"I believe myself to be entirely capable, Monsieur." Julien offers the man a chipper smile... But it leaves his face with an awkward laugh when the man looks more frustrated than before. He scampers off for the paints required.. Beiges.. Browns.. Reds.. Likely some golds..?

He wanders aimlessly for a bit, never having been in a place so large as the Opera before.

It must've taken ten minutes just to find the dusty little closet, and more to get the lantern in the closet's center lit so the paints were decipherable.

Julien sighs exasperatedly as the match, from the box in his breast pocket, fails a third time. "He isn't a very paitent man, you know?" He whispers to the match, "I need this job.. And to keep it, I need you to work with me."

As if that worked. The next time he tried, the match split in two.

He retrieves another, growing more panicked by the second, but, thankfully, this match heard his pleas and did its job.

Conveniently, for once, the paints he needed were all in places that were easy to gather, and he walked out with a stack of paints about as high as his head.

He heard a voice, though from exactly where he couldn't tell.

The closet? No, he was just in there. Surely he would've noticed another man in the closet...

It was a charming sort of voice, the type one finds himself deeply lost in, and Julien was no different.

"Hello?" He calls.

It spoke once more from a bit closer; "Hello, Monsieur.."

He was taken aback by the formality. He never saw himself as a formal person.

"Hello!" He says again, then facepalms.. That was stupid! I already greeted him..

In an attempt to move on, "May I ask where you are..?"

Could the voice see him? He hoped not, the stress must of done a number on his rather plain appearance.

"Ah, yes you may ask, but I will not tell you.."

The voice's response was almost playful, with something of a tease in it's tone.

The voice seemingly came from every corner of he looked, and it left Julien spinning in circles, struggling to balance the cans of paints, which he eventually set down.

"Oh." He manages a laugh at the humor, but his face felt uncomfortably warm, and it grew more so with every sentence the voice spoke, "Okay.. Uhm, may I know your name?"

He looks around the dimly lit hall for signs of movement, but finds nothing.

The painter is quiet for a moment.. "Mine's Julien." He hoped introducing himself first comforts the stranger into doing the same.

The voice giggled, finding humor and something perhaps endearing about Julien.

"What, have you gotten lonely? No, I will not share my name with you, not yet at least."

"Maybe I am lonely." He admits, eyes trailing across the floor.

"I doubt it's me you are lonely for."

"Oh, maybe not.. But your voice is company enough, Monsieur."

I can't believe I said that outloud.

"You... You can keep your secrets.. I don't mind.." He looks around again, now taking a seat on the floor, criss-cross applesauce.

"May I really not have a name to call you by?"

The man remained silent for a moment, then asked questions of his own:

"Why, are you so eager to know my name..? Is it that you have grown fond of me this quickly..?.."

A soft breeze washed over him from some place unknown, almost as if the wind itself was whispering to him, caressing him from the shadows.

It sends shudders down poor Julien's spine.

"It's... Your manner seems familiar, is all. You speak like the notes I've been reciev--" Had he said too much?? "-- I, I do try to be cordial with everyone." Had he said too much?

"And what did these notes say...?" The voice asked, curiosity still lacing his tone.

His mouth opens to reply, "... It was just so--" he heard his name shouted by the stern man from earlier.

"JULIEN DE AUCLAIR."

That jolted his mind from anything he planned to divulge. He scrambles to gather the paints, and then hastily makes his way down the hall.

"I'm sorry. I have to go!"

He was entirely oblivious that the charming voice he had just spoken to was the one writing those notes.

Julien could hear a faint goodbye of sorts from the voice.

Oh, he hoped they would speak again.

He hurries out of the hall and back into the auditorium, where he is met with an angry face..

"I'm so sorry, monsieur.." He says: the cans of paint wobbling in his arms and brain wracking for a reasonable excuse.

No one would believe him if he said the walls were speaking to him.

"I.. It took me a while to navigate, and.." He swallows, "..The uhm.. Paints were a bit hard to find aswell..? I'll get to work immediately, I swear it." He knew that bit about the paints didn't sound confident.. But he hoped it wouldn't catch the man's attention.

"Fine then, I suppose." He says with a glare. "But do refrain from taking so long in the future, Auclair."

"Yes. Absolutely." With that, he hurries to the stage. It takes him a moment to get into his element, but, once he has found it he works for hours.

One hour become two, and two became three.

By hour four, two eight by fours were almost entirely done, he'd gotten so caught up in the task he hadn't considered eating..

He wipes the sweat from his forehead, which leaves a smear of red paint in it's place.

But what struck him as he returned to his senses was how quiet it all was.. And dark.

How late was it? He had surely worked overtime..

Had no one bothered to tell him?

His heart sunk a little.

No, he tells himself, I probably just dismissed them, is all... Even if they did leave me to do the work, I shouldn't mind. It's best I be useful if they plan to keep me here.

He turns to reseal the paints. After this, he would return to his room, not only to rest, but to see if O.G. had left anymore notes.