Let’s pretend Bee’s career was like banking. Everything we’ve watched Bee do over the years has been like a deposit into a bank account. When she has moments where things don’t pan out exactly the way she wants or a certain single doesn’t meet certain expectations, she’s good. All the deposits over the years ensured that if “the check was short this week”, she was still comfortable. Basing a career on singles and chasing cookie cutter radio formulas is like living check to check. You ain’t worth **** but what’s going on right now. There’s nothing memorable. There’s nothing iconic. 18 years of healthy deposits. And now she’s sitting back CHILLING.
Chanyeol lifted Jongin up onto the counter, planting both hands onto the glass surface and fitting his body into the space between Jongin’s legs, their lips still locked. The situation was getting heated and Jongin relished in it, the blood that had supported the blush in his cheeks all rushing down into his pants in a quick fashion. He didn’t know when Chanyeol had started working his tongue into his mouth but he loved it, rubbing their tongues together until Jongin could feel his saliva dribble past his chin and even see a string of it connecting his lips with Chanyeol’s when they pulled away from each other.