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This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Oh my god.
under $5 masterpost
i see yall buying cute stuff with like $$ and i cry bc u can buy the exact same product for like 99 cents. However, these are really hard to find. So, here’s a masterpost of lots of stuff that u can buy for way less than $5! This is also useful if youre living on a tight budget like me but you still want these cute shit like me. or if u wanna move out like me.
+ most of these are free shipping but u should check your country for some. + some of these are on sale so if you comeback to it months later the price might change. so hurry up!
Stationery/office supplies/school supplies:
pens/pencils/highlighters: candy & cats (?) furry ball lipsticks grass pens these are just v cute giraffe pens ice cream pens crowns pastel af star shaped highlighters?? so cute?? really pretty corn bowling i was legit about to buy this for $6 but then i saw this these just look so fancy idk bones lmao a cute pen that is also a fan?? lollipops
pencil cases/cosmetics bags: ill just put this pencil case here this is the cutest omg c u t e totoro NICE my pencils case flowers soft floral
Sticky notes/sticky bookmarks/stickers: butterfly bookmark rabbit sticky notes hello hello washi tape (cute + dolls + colors + dots) blabla super cute cats dolphin (?) very cute much pastel hilarious fingers gudetama rabbits & cats v cute adorable cats fucking cute man
pencil sharpeners: fruit owls toilet egg
erasers: these are so aesthetic omg buy it for me these too lollipops fast food lipsticks again cookies egg emojis cute colors
Fashion/bags/accessories:
bandanas drawstring backpacks id wallets bow wallets why is this bag so cheap?? ^??? the cutest coins bags/wallets purses adorable wallets (id use these as a pencils case tbh) cute shirts (this & this & this & this & this) cute bras very cute socks emoticon face masks literally the cutest pins chokers!! ( xxx + xxx + xxx + xxx + xxx + xxx) super cute hair thingies i have this necklace its v nice these socks are cuter than me Pokemon socks emoticon underwear cats underwear lol
Beauty:
peeling lip gloss cute af lip balms these are like $7 in other places bath salts palette face masks!!! (xxx + xxx + xxx + i bough this the other day + xxx + xxx + xxx ) hand masks (?) nose masks (?) magic lipsticks water based lipsticks kissing lips color changing nail polishes etude eye patch etude chin masks v v cute mirrors mirror + comb = oreo? more cute mirrors yes triple lipsticks bb creams yet another set of lipsticks and another aaaand another wtf another?? lmao yes another yup another
Home & kitchen:
heart egg thingy fancy ass spoons cloud egg thingy dumpling thingy rabbit egg thingy skull egg thingy u use these things to make freezies or whatever tf u call them sandwich thingy microwavable lunch box very cute aprons
+ ok thats about it i guess. damn that took forever. + please tell me if any of these links arent working or if u have any questions! + if u wanna check out more pretty things that arent exactly $5 but are still considerably cheap, check out this tag! + last thing! if its not a bother please check this post and help me out if u can!
Chapter 1, pt. 2 : In Which Yoongi and Jimin Get Drunk and Name a Cat
In the late summer afternoon, Yoongi finishes a chapter on advanced welding techniques and places a bookmark on the page, then closes the book and sets it down on the steps of the stairs. He breathes in the warm summer air, and spots the little stray kitten peeking out at him from under the dead shrubs and weeds in the front garden. He makes a kissy noise at the tiny black ball of fur and taps the ground to call the cat over. The kitten is an agile little thing, and jumps to the topmost step where Yoongi is perched. It situates itself in the man’s lap, snuggling into his thighs and closing its eyes, purring as Yoongi strokes its ears into sleep. He smiles softly to himself and allows his own eyes to fall shut, surrounded by a warm breeze and the sounds of city activity filtering through the air in the distance.
“Yoongi!”
As if he has been electrocuted, Yoongi jumps a good ten feet into the air, disturbing the cat’s sleeping and launching it somewhere into the yard just before he not-so-gracefully dives head first into a dead rose bush at the sound of the familiar voice from earlier. It was a failed attempt at escape.
Yoongi learns about 10 minutes later that Jimin is very skilled at first aid.
“The disinfectant is in the cabinet over the sink,” Yoongi tells Jimin, the younger searching around a kitchen with a layout that closely resembled his own. He looks for a minute before locating the correct cupboard and pulling out a glass vile filled with a green-ish liquid clearly labeled with “DISINFECTANT”, scrawled in messy handwriting on a sketchy piece of tape stuck to the small bottle.
“This is going to sting a little,” Jimin says, seating himself back down on the stool set up beside the counter Yoongi sits on top of. Jimin holds tweezers clenched around a cotton ball he’s dipped in the disinfectant. “Just please, don’t move…”
The cotton ball connects with one of the open cuts and Yoongi quickly jumps back with a loud yelp, falling off the counter and onto the dusty wooden floor.
“Yoongi,” Jimin is shaking his head. “Stop being stupid. Get up and take it like a man.”
“Shut up!” Yoongi glares back, making no move to re-seat himself on the counter. “I’m stupid? I wasn’t the one who got caught trying to hijack a blimp—uh, what’s your name again?”
“Jimin,” Jimin helpfully supplies.
“Right! Jimin, why— wait, how do you know my name?” and Jimin blushes at that.
“Long story. Overheard it, now please—“
“Yeah! Jimin! I didn’t try to hijack a blimp! — wait, what possessed you to do it anyway?”
Jimin shrugs, the light dusting of blush turning his cheeks a slightly darker shade of pink. “Because I wanted to.”
“That’s it?!” Yoongi says, looking incredulously at the younger boy standing above him. “That’s your reasoning?! You wanted to?! You know that blimp is government property, right?! Actually, why aren’t you locked up in a prison!? You could be a terrorist or something! I’m ringing the cops.”
“I’m not, Yoongi, I’m helping you right now so please just calm yourself—“
“Why aren’t you in prison?!”
“I got myself out of questioning…”
The bickering stops and a long silence settles through the dusty house. Yoongi narrows his eyes at the younger boy, a fire of pure hatred burning behind them as he stares at the younger, looking at him up and down.
“How?”
“You don’t wanna know…”
“I do.”
“No, just trust me, he let me go. That’s all that’s important. You don’t wanna know…”
“Tell me.”
Frustrated with Yoongi’s asking, he glares at the blond and for a minute, saying and doing nothing. Their eyes meet in a sort of contest and neither of them are keen to break it. “You know… you see… these lips were a gift, so—“
“EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!” Yoongi shrieked loudly, realizing what Jimin was implying. “Fuck I did not need to know that! Ew. Ew. Ew. That was my best friend too! AND HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!”
Jimin groaned loudly, “You asked and I said you didn’t wanna know but you insisted I tell you. You’re an arse—“
“OH MY GOD you’ve been breathing and talking in my space for the past 20 minutes! Gross! Oh my god, oh my god!”
“Relax, dick brain, I brushed my teeth before I got here!”
“You’re disgusting! I can’t believe you!” Yoongi yelled.
“Fack off!” Jimin shouted back. It was as though the teasing and fun had left his tone and a serious tension floated through the air. “Get up and sit your arse back down so I can finish doing this and leave. I wouldn’t have stayed if I knew you were just gonna be a prick.”
Jimin says this with a certain finality, and Yoongi gets up, a little shocked by the hurt in the former’s tone. “Consider this a sort of apology for earlier.”
He finishes dressing the wound in an uncomfortable silence, and Yoongi, now fully aware of the situation and feeling rather abashed tries to speak in order to ease the atmosphere by filling the room with absentminded small talk.
“Who knew a dead rose bush could do so much damage?”
Jimin only lightly huffs in response and picks up a damp rag to clean outa few more of the scratches. Yoongi winces slightly at the sting tries again. “I mean, maybe the razor wire in the bush had something to do with it.”
Still no response.
“At least I still have this arm,” he jokes half-heartedly, refencing the prosthetic Jimin has yet to ask about, and Yoongi smiles softly to himself in hopes that Jimin will laugh and forgive him, but the young man doesn’t react as he reaches for a new cotton ball to dip into the anti-septic, pressing it to another mark and Yoongi lets out a small hiss but makes no other move to protest the process of treating the injuries.
“How old are you?”
“24.”
“Cool. I’m 26.” Jimin doesn’t care how old Yoongi is.
They stay like this for a while; Jimin pulling out the occasional thorn and cleaning any blood, before applying bandages. Yoongi tries not to stare at him as he works, but he finds the younger boy rather intriguing and can’t quite peel his eyes away. He’d never admit it out loud, but Jimin is very attractive, and he was right about not belonging in prison. Jimin has large brown eyes lined with kohl to over-dramatize the size of his dark orbs, and light dustings of eye shadow — gold and sparkly — only just there and the glitter decorates his eyelids perfectly. His nails are painted black to perfection with tips gold and manicured in sharp points at the end, fingers covered in rings. His lips are full and plump and his cheeks are on the slightly chubbier side, giving Jimin a softer look to his visage, but as he turns his head a sharp masculine jawline is clearly visible. Hair brown, collarbone prominent — he’s tan, well built, and dressed in rather expensive looking clothes, with ornate earrings dangling from his ears and the choker around his neck drapes golden beads across his chest. Yoongi wonders how much all this must have cost him.
Yoongi realizes too late that Jimin is looking at him quizzically as the former checks him out, taking in each curve of his body and totally zoning out. Yoongi snaps out of his daze and there’s an tense moment of eye contact between them again before Jimin resumes to his work.
Once again, Yoongi tries to get him to speak and says, “So, do you have a job?”
“Yes.”
“What do you do?”
“Mechanical engineer. Er, apprentice.”
“Oh.”
And the awkwardness from earlier returns, neither having much left to say, or so Yoongi thinks before Jimin asks, “I need to get at your shoulder. Would you mind removing your shirt temporarily, or at least pulling your arm out of your sleeve? The holes the thorns left are too small to stick the cotton through.”
Yoongi stiffens, but obliges nonetheless, and unbuttons the dress shirt so he can pull his shoulder free. Jimin doesn’t even seem to give it a second thought as he resumes his earlier actions of tending to the arm. Yoongi, however, turns beet red as he allows Jimin to continue cleaning him up, almost finished aside from a couple cuts on his shoulder that will be quick and easy to fix. The time is passed in silence.
About fifteen minutes of uncomfortable quiet later, Jimin gently pats Yoongi’s arm to signify he’s finished and gets up from his little wooden stool to begin putting stuff away in the proper cupboards.
“Thanks.” Yoongi says shyly as he puts his shirt back on, taking his time to button it back up.
“Yeah.”
“Jimin?” The boy is quickly making his out of the kitchen into the hallway towards the door when Yoongi’s voice stops him and he turns around, looking to see the elder has followed him. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier…”
“It’s not a big deal,” Jimin is putting on his shoes, not even bothering to bend over and fasten the buckles on each individual belt strap. “Bye.”
“Wait!”
Jimin just looks at him, expression unreadable, caught between reluctance and a pinch of sadness.
“I’m seriously sorry… I really didn’t mean to… I didn’t know… I overreacted… and you went through all this trouble to patch me up so… maybe if you wanna stay for dinner, it’s just me tonight and I wouldn’t mind it honestly…”
He sounds slightly nervous, a little embarrassed, but genuinely apologetic. Jimin smiles softly.
“I suppose. It is a lot better than leftovers again.”
Yoongi just might have a soft spot for this kid.
—
The two young men sit conversing under the light of the naked lightbulb on Yoongi’s front steps, barefoot and drinking cheap red wine Yoongi stole from his sister’s “secret wine stash”. The night is warm even after the sun is has set and a cool breeze sweeps through the air from time to time. It’s quiet, and both Yoongi and Jimin are comfortable, slightly buzzed, basking in the sound of machines in the distance and children down the street. They spill small stories of their lives, nothing to deep or dramatic, and neither can think of anything better to do at that moment.
The black kitten from earlier returns, joining the two, sitting between them as they both pet and stroke the soft black fur.
“So,” Jimin starts after taking a sip of his drink. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to the arm?” He points to Yoongi’s mechanical right arm glinting gold in the dim light.
“Oh,” Yoongi says. “Well, I was working on a car in my garage, because that’s my job, and I needed to get some tools for it off a shelf. So, I hopped up on a ladder thinking it would be tall enough — spoiler alert: it wasn’t — and I stood on my tippy toes to reach the thing I needed and I slipped and grabbed the shelf and it fell on me. Heavy tools and machine parts and everything. Broke all the bones in my forearm. And I didn’t wanna pay the medical bills, so I just… cut it off and had my sister and grandfather make a new one.”
Jimin nodded in understanding before adding, “Sister?”
“Yes. Don’t try flirting with her though. The last guy who tried to hit on her roughed her up pretty bad and she wound up giving him 9 broken fingers and a concussion.”
“You don’t even have to worry.” Jimin assures him, a brief image of a female Yoongi flashing into his brain and he visibly shivers at the thought of it. “Doesn’t sound like my type anyway.”
Yoongi wants to question it, because the way Jimin says it might be implying he means something else and he goes for it “what do you er…” before his tongue trips over itself in his mouth and “what is your type then?” dies inside. Jimin looks at him for a minute, expecting him to explain, but seems to figure after a moment that the lack of continuance means “never mind.”
“So… you live with your grandfather and sister?” Jimin starts. “What happened to your parents? Uh, If you don’t wanna say—”
“Dead.”
“Oh.”
“You?”
“I live alone,” Jimin sighs. “But my mum and brother live on the other side of town.”
“Nice. Do you visit often?”
“Once or twice a week usually.”
“What about your dad?”
There’s a moment where everything is silent and the only thing that can be heard is the crickets hanging around in the bushes around them and the distant sound of old steam powered cars driving along the city streets blocks over.
“Don’t know, don’t care.”
Yoongi doesn’t question it, instead he just waits for the air between them to relax. There is no noise aside from the light purring of the cat, the children down the street having gone in for the night. The atmosphere is slightly tense like earlier, but Jimin quickly changes that.
“She’s really sweet,” he says, sipping the last of his wine before picking up the bottle behind him and refilling his glass to the top. He looks and nods at the cat. “She’s whipped. Looks like she likes you, I mean, ya look a little alike, y’know?”
“Oh, the cat?” Yoongi asks, knocking back the remainder of wine in his own glass. “S’a boy though,” he replies before adding, “You sure you should be drinking that much?”
“I,” Jimin says, before taking another drink, “have the tolerance of a god. Or an Irish man… but I’m Korean so more like… uh? Someone raised by an Irish man? ‘Cept dad was Korean too, just moved to Ireland… oh fuck it. Yeah, I can drink lots, I’m not even slightly tipsy yet, only a little buzzed.”
“Fair enough, you probably have good judgement. You’re 24, you know yourself.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Not in the slightest,” Yoongi holds his hands up in defense, the wine sloshing around in the glass, flowing over the sides and splashing a bit of wine on his shirt.
“Hmm, don’t believe you.” But Jimin smiles anyway, and that was a sight Yoongi might be able to get used to. “So, she’s awfully fond, what should we name her?”
“Who?”
“You’re cat!”
“Him?”
“Doesn’t matter” Jimin giggles, actually giggles, then adds, “And you thought I had had too much to drink.”
“I never said that,” Yoongi counters, rolling his eyes and Jimin giggles again.
“Well then, I propose we name him,” Jimin apparently feels the need to emphasize him to impress Yoongi and let him know he’s sober and making an effort, but Yoongi found he’s already been stunned by the younger for most of the evening.
“Hm,” Yoongi thinks to himself.
“Mr. Mini!” Jimin all but cries out loudly, falling back in another fit of giggles.
High alcohol tolerance my arse, thinks Yoongi before asking, “Why that?”
“Because I’m Ji-MIN and you’re MIN Yoongi!”
“No.”
“No, no wait! Mr. Mini Sprinkles!”
“Sprinkles?” Jimin doesn’t hear Yoongi over his now full on laughing, the boy sprawled out on his back, nearly kicking over his drink. “Sprinkles? Okay, you’ve had enough to drink.”
“I’m fine,” Jimin says, the laughter coming to a halt and the smile fading off his face. “I dunno, I was just looking at the sky and I remembered the stars and how they looked like sprinkles a little.”
“I can’t see the stars,” Yoongi says, looking over at Jimin who looks almost sad. “I can never see the stars.”
“I know, I miss them,” the younger boy whispers. “Sometimes you’d be able to see ‘em back home on the farm in Ireland, but most nights the pollution was just too bad and the sky was just plugged with smog.”
“It really sucks,” Jimin add with a sigh. “History sucks. Because of the actions of others’, we’ve got to suffer. We don’t get to see stars because of the pollution and that. Also, no airplanes, or travelling.”
“You’re really in love with air travel, huh?”
A soft smile creeps it’s way onto Jimin’s face. “Did you only just figure that out?” he says quietly.
“I kind of put it together over the course of the evening.” Yoongi’s smile now mirrors Jimin’s and all tension from earlier has completely faded, replaced with something that feels a little odd, and yet so comfortable and loose and peaceful. Neither boy can quite place what it is, slightly drunk and just staring at each other with stupid looks on their faces.
Another while later and “tolerance of a god” is clearly bullshit as Jimin is spewing non-sense and giggling about every little thing.
“But ya see,” Jimin pauses to take a swig from the now half empty wine bottle, much to Yoongi’s dismay. “Uh, what was I saying again? Hmm…”
“About your friend, Taehyung?” Yoongi supplies, still sober, or, more so than Jimin
“Yeah, huh, something about him. I don’t remember.”
Jimin pauses, wracking his brain for the ending of his story, but he can’t seem to remember. They’ve been chatting all evening, Jimin’s constant babbling keeping them both occupied, and for the brief time they sit quietly while Jimin contemplates, Yoongi closes his eyes, allowing his sleepiness take over for a few seconds.
Some shuffling and Yoongi feels a weight on his back. Opening his eyes, he sees Jimin has his head rested in the crook of his neck, arms slung over the blonde’s shoulders. Yoongi holds his breath and feels heat stain his cheeks.
“What are you doing?” he stutters out at the sudden closeness.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin says, almost sadly. “I just think you’re really pretty. And you smell nice. Your skin is pale too. Like sugar. I like sugar, it’s sweet. You’re sweet too. I’m gonna call you Sugar from now on. Is that okay?”
“From now on?” Yoongi jokes. “You act like we’ll see each other again.”
Jimin pouts at him and Yoongi turns his head to meet Jimin’s big brown eyes. The younger looks like a puppy and Yoongi chokes on his spit a little, swallowing hard as he notices tears forming in Jimin’s bright orbs.
“We won’t see each other again?”
“I was only kidding,” Yoongi reaches back and ruffles his hair. “You aren’t that bad.”
“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried at this point.”
“I’ve only known you for a few hours.”
“That’s okay. I really like you.”
“Hmm, that’s a little bold.”
“Huh, I just thought I ought to tell you now.”
“I think you’re a little drunk my friend.”
“Drunk? Friend? I’m just a friend?”
“Well, yes, I suppose. What else do you want to be?”
“Your husband.”
Well that’s a little unexpected. “Husband? Jimin, I think you’re drunk.”
“Hmm, m’not!” and Jimin throws a weak little punch at Yoongi’s shoulder, still draped over the elder. He buries his face back into his shoulder before mumbling something incoherent.
“I didn’t catch that,” Yoongi said quietly.
“I wish you would kiss me.”
Huh, okay, what the fuck.
“Jimin, you need to stop drinking.”
“I probably do. But I mean it. Though I’d probably forget in the morning so it’d be a wasted kiss. Haha,” Jimin pauses to chuckle at his unintentional joke. “Wasted. Get it, like, drunk, but also like a waste? A throw away? Haha…”
“You need to stop drinking now.”
“If I do will you kiss me?”
“You would ask that of anyone if they were here right now, you can’t think straight, you’re drunk.”
“Drunken minds speak sober thoughts, Yoongi.”
Jimin looks tired and a little annoyed and Yoongi would kiss him, just not now. Not when he won’t remember, not when he can’t think straight. In time, he thinks. Just not tonight. Or maybe never. Depends, Jimin is still a little sketchy.
“Look, we’re gonna get you to bed, okay?”
“Shouldn’t you take me to dinner first? Maybe a few dates at least?” Jimin hiccups.
“You’re unbelievable. No, I can sleep on the hammock and you can have my bed.”
“Aw, no! We can share the bed, I don’t mind! It’s like one of those romance clichés where we start off on opposite sides of the bed but somehow wind up cuddling and then—”
“No, no. See you may not mind, but I do. Sorry to spoil your plans but I’m not sleeping with you tonight in any way shape or form.”
“Tonight?” Funny how Jimin is still his flirty self even when drunk.
“You know what I mean!” Yoongi blushed wildly.
“Do I?”
“Jimin!”
“Okay, okay, fine.”
“Now — time for bed.” Yoongi states with finality, standing up.
“Yooooooooooongi,” Jimin whines. “Carry me?”
“No.”
Jimin pouts at the older and Yoongi can’t resist. He rolls his eyes all the way back in his head.
“Fine!”
“Yay!” and Jimin practically jumps into Yoongi waiting arms as he’s scooped up like a princess.
Yoongi falters under the weight a little at first, but manages to regain his balance. They readjust themselves so Jimin is holding onto Yoongi’s shoulders, with his legs wrapped around his torso. Jimin hums pleasantly into Yoongi’s neck, his breathing evens out as he slips closer and closer into unconsciousness.
And Yoongi, having sobered up considerably, lifts Jimin over the threshold and into the house, the small black cat following them in and Yoongi kicks the door closed after the new-found pet. He’ll pick up the bottles they left on the steps tomorrow.
With Jimin in his arms and the kitty following him, he climbs the stairs and walks into his dark room, noticing Jimin has fallen into a deep sleep somewhere along the way.
As Yoongi lays Jimin in bed that night, he completely aware just how fond of the young man he’s become over the past few hours.
The little black cat is curled into Jimin’s side, the two peacefully frolicking around together somewhere in dreamland. And as Yoongi is about to leave the room, he bends down and presses a light kiss to Jimin’s forehead before exiting.
Yoongi realizes two things that night.
He might have fallen a little in love with Jimin
and man, is he glad that the landscapers had rescheduled the rose bush removal for next weekend.
Though, his shoulder hurts.
A bitch is crying and that bitch is me
jimin is the most talented and beautiful boy on this planet pass it on
170905 Jimin’s Tweet
Serendipity가 공개 되었네요 잘 들으셨나요☺️ 열심히 준비한거니까 잘 봐주시고 저희 앨범도 많이 기대해주세요 ✌️😊 #JIMIN #LOVE_YOURSELF 承 ‘Her’ #Serendipity
Serendipity was revealed Did you enjoy listening to it?☺️ (I) worked hard preparing the song, so please view it in a good light Please look forward to our album as well ✌️😊 #JIMIN #LOVE_YOURSELF 承 ‘Her’ #Serendipity
Trans cr; Alli @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS
He is so beautiful with long hair♥ but it’s dangerous for the people around him
LOVE YOURSELF 承 Her ‘Serendipity’
just let me love you.
Thanks BTS for teaching me a new word c:
THIS WHOLE AESTHETIC THE LYRICS THE LOOKS THE SINGING THE CAT THE GALAXY THE STARS THE SOLAR ECLIPSE THE MOON THE OCEAN THE CLOUDS JIMIN IS AN ICON BTS ARE LEGENDS HOW DO THEY MANAGE TO EXCEED MY HIGH EXPECTATIONS I LOVE BEING AN ARMY
