I just realized that I haven’t watched the last part of ‘Hard Carry 2.5’. I have been so busy the past few weeks, but now I’m on vacation so I can watch all the content of my seven dorks
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Even in this ridiculous costume. In this house we stan a mess.
1YO WTF YOU SEE THIS PIC
AND ARE LIKE “OH JAEBUMS PRETTY”
BUT THEN YOU SEE THIS
AND HES SO FCKING TINY JAEBUM WHATTT
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“Thank you for your warm greeting everytime
@AIS_Thailand ❤️
Green for I GOT7 and another Green for AIS 💚”9
Jackson, setting up a dating account: I think I’m just gonna use my first name
Bambam: No, use a sex name. Like “Dick Biggerstaff” or something
Jackson: Ok
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Do I love seeing him eating ? Maybe.
Bonus : Dumb and Dumber, can’t be serious for one second.
16not what i want (part 2) ↠ kim yugyeom
Genre: angst
Word count: 824
a/n: I will be making this into a series! not sure how many parts yet but stay tuned. If you haven’t read part 1 yet click here ↠
“Blow out your candles Y/n!” You hear you’re friend exclaim as you snap out of your trance staring at the candles.
You look at the people around you. Your mum, your friends, and your fiancé all looked at you expectantly. Forcing a smile you lean in, closing your eyes and blowing out the candles on your cake. The room erupted into applause.
“What did you wish for?” Your roommate asked.
“Don’t be silly, what does she have to wish for? She has the perfect job, the perfect apartment and even the perfect fiancé!” One of your friends answered back. Your fiancé proudly stands next to you with one arm wrapped around your waist gently kissing you on the cheek as your friends clapped in delight.
There was actually one thing you had wishing for. You wished everyone would go away.
It was your birthday and you were always someone who liked to celebrate it lowkey if at all. You just didn’t see the point in it. But, against your request, your fiancé had planned a surprise party for you, so throughout the evening you had plastered this fake smile on your face as you greeted everyone.
It had been about a year since you had been proposed to, and everything since then had been a complete whirlwind. Planning out the wedding was a lot more work than you had anticipated- finding the perfect venue, the perfect dress, the perfect honeymoon. Your fiancé was from a much wealthier and well connected family than you, so he had often emphasised how important your image as a couple was. Everything in the past year had just been about being perfect and you were growing tired of being looked at with a microscope.
It had eventually got to the end of the party and you were thanking everyone for coming as they left one by one, including your mum. As soon as the last guest left you turned to your fiancé.
“What?” He shrugged.
“I appreciate the gesture but I did specifically say no surprise parties.”
“But we have to keep up appearances Y/n, if I didn’t do anything for you birthday, people would start wondering what’s going on. When we get married and I become CEO of my father’s company you’ll have to come to a lot of very important dinners, so it’s important that we now-”
“Uphold our image, yeah yeah,” you repeat something you’ve heard countless times, “Listen I totally understand that, but I’m not engaged to everyone else. I’m engaged to you. You need to stop caring so much what other people think.”
Your fiancé let’s out dry laugh, “No, Y/n, you don’t get it. I am trying to create a brand new image for you. Do you realise how embarrassing it is to explain to people that my fiancé comes from a working-class family, with a single mother who works as a cleaner? A cleaner for my own family at that!” He erupts, leaving your stunned in complete silence.
You say nothing as you slowly peel your ring off of your finger, placing it down on the nearest table, grabbing your coat and bag and opening the door.
“Do not talk to me or my mum ever again.” You say calming, closing the door right behind you.
You walk down the street, looking down as tears threaten to spill from you eyes. Not even sure where you’re going you being to cross the street to a familiar cafe.
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Y/n, Happy Birthday to you.” You hear someone sing softly as you slowly open your eyes. Yugyeom is sat at the end of your bed, a small cupcake with a candle on top in his hands, and his smile as wide as ever.
You grin back, quickly blowing out the candles as he cheers.
“Happy Birthday my love,” He says, moving to sit next to you in bed, taking the candle off the cupcake and handing it to you, “I got this from the new cafe that opened up a few blocks away. This red velvet cupcake looked the tastiest”.
You take a the biggest bite out of it, squealing in delight, “oh my god this is amazing Yugs!” You exclaim as you shove a piece in Yugyeom’s mouth, which he gladly excepts nodding in agreement.
“This is the best birthday ever.” You confess.
“But the day has just begun?”
“Yeah but you know that I don’t like doing big things for my birthday. This is perfect. Just me and you is perfect.”
Sipping on your coffee you watched the world go by through the window, going over the events of today in you head and before you realised it the sun had begun to go down. You glance down at you watch before starting to get up to leave, until a voice makes you freeze.
“Y/n?” The voice says and you immediately recognise who the voice belongs to.
“Yugyeom?”
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