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quinnswritingquill · 1 year

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The Drug In Me Is You

Jason Todd x AFAB Reader

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CW: Slowburn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Light? BDSM, Blood Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Honestly Kinky in Gen., Reader has female gentile, Use of Y/N but not too much.

AN: This is pretty much of a what if Jason was a sugar daddy turned lover. I also posted this on Ao3 as well.

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Not everyone is built to handle the harsh world of Gotham. I mean fuck, I was raised in this hell bent city. I grew up surviving just barely over the poverty line. Lower income childhood meant cheap or in the box food for dinner. It meant thrifted clothes or cheap chain stores having sales and deals. Brands for show. School supplies, book ads, shoes, ect.

Nothing would prepare me for tipping my toe onto the world of rich men and wealthy women. Couldn't afford to attend college, not that it was the most important thing for me. But I needed to live on my own. Support myself. Somehow I managed to land a job as a waitress at a high-end restaurant near the wealthiest part of Gotham City. The hourly pay barely covers my rent. But the tips? Those help cover food, some to cover miscellaneous costs, and a little bit extra for savings incase of other crap. Still surviving. Barely but better.

No need for another job right now. It's been months since I started there. And I even have my own little studio apartment because of the job. Within a month of saving all the money I earned and money I previously saved. It's old and covered floor to ceiling with art pieces. Some older and some fairly more recent. I like looking at them. They bring life to this creepy old building.

Today I scrambled recklessly out of bed once my alarm clock started blasting. Turning it off I glanced at the time. Damn it's only 10 am, I still have about a few hours before my shift. I stretched out my sore muscles and walked to my small kitchen to make brunch. I grab out my lovely yogurt bowl and place it on the table along with the food I'm gonna scarf down. I mix my granola mix with some strawberry yogurt in the bowl. A quick meal before I get dressed for work.

By the time I finished eating, showering, dressing up, and cleaning up it's one o'clock. I check my work outfit just in case. We only had two choices that could be four different outfits at work. White or black button up, black slacks, or a knee length skirt. Obviously with tights tho. I picked a fuzzy off my black button up and straightened the pencil skirt. Finally I put my heels into my bag and slipped on my flats.

The restaurant was busy as usual. Honestly I wished for at least one day for us to be slow. But unfortunately rich people don't exactly give one shit. At least I think so. It's not something I would actually say, well to their faces.

My coworker Allison comes up to me as I swipe a card to finish paying my current table's bill.

" Hey Y/N? I just wanted to let you know I just sat three at table ten. The reservation is for Wayne." She said before patting my shoulder.

I smile, " Yeah okay, thanks Ally."

I go back and hand the receipt and card to my leaving table and head towards table ten. Three gorgeous looking men sit, chatting and laughing like they're not at a five star restaurant but at a diner by a public highschool. Weird beautiful men, but alright. I pull out my spiral notepad, pen in my right hand, ready for them to order.

" Hello there! You must be the Wayne reservation. I am your waitress this evening. My name is Y/N. Are gentlemen ready to order drinks?" I make sure to sweeten my words.

The three men stop talking. One with the shorr, but longer dark hair speaks, " Yes we are. We also know what we would like to order as well."

The man with the red hair and the man dawning the short black hair with a white streak also agree with the other gentleman. I jotted down the orders. I collect their menus and walk over to put in the orders so they get sent to the kitchen.

Once they finished eating, I walked over with the receipt and the card that belonged to the charming man with the long hair. I bid the men good day, leaving with the signed copy receipt. I opened the book to see the receipt and three sets of tips. Two were around a hundred in cash tips. The other was. What the hell? Five hundred dollars in cash?? The entire meal cost less than that! I stare blankly at the money before grabbing it out to place it in my wallet I use for my personal tips of the day.

Fuck it, I take it back. Only some rich people are douchebags. I finish my things up and head out to the back side of the building for a short smoke break before I take my lunch. I pull out my unopened cigarette pack from my bag and hit the bottom of the pack before unwrapping it. I grab out my FUCK OFF labeled lighter from the side pocket. I light it and take a long inhale of smoke.

" Got a light?" A voice asks.

I exhale and nod, " Yeah." And hand my lighter over, still not looking over.

He laughs, " Thanks, sweetheart. Did you like the tip? Thought you deserved more since you had to deal with my brother Dick and our friend Roy. They can be… Loud."

That's when I looked over like a deer in headlights, " Uh.. Ooh that was you? And yeah, thank you for the tip. But you do realize the entire check was less than that right? I'm not complaining, just curious."

He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth before taking a bit to talk, " Yeah, I know that, darling. But I like spoiling hard-working people. Money is money. I also know that this place gets more money than they pay their waiters and waitresses. I know that most of you survive with tips."

"Oh." I manage out.

I can't but stare at the sincere look on his face. His absolutely hot face. God I need to get a fucking grip. He finishes his cigarette and hands me back my lighter. I put the rest of my own cancer stick out as well before shoving my shit back into my bag.

His hands are in his pocket as he smiles at me.

"My name is Jason, by the way, sweetheart. What's yours?" His right hand extends towards me.

I take his hand to shake, " It's Y/N."

We shake hands but before I can pull away he already turned mine over and plants a light kiss on it. I just stared like a god damned weirdo so unsure of what was going on. Letting my hand go he shoves his own back into his pocket.

"Have a good night Y/N." And he walks away.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me? My face is hot and I rush back inside to grab my lunch. I sit in the back of the locker room slash break room. Recounting the events only worsens my reddened face. I shovel my chicken caesar salad trying to refocus myself. Spoiler alert, that didn't fucking work. I look at the clock on the wall. An hour and I'm out of here. I can just forget pretty boy and move on. He's definitely just a flirt. Get over it Y/N.

Even when I got home, I can confidently say I didn't forget Jason. In actuality, all I did was think about him. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #x reader #jason todd fanfiction #red hood #red hood x reader

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ocie-vt · 1 month

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Thoughts on ARCADEA / AWOL

Quite a while ago now I played the ARCADEA demo on stream with my good friend Purea Patel… I'm only writing this review(?) so much later because Ive just uploaded the VoD.

To get things started, ARCADEA Is an upcoming RPGmaker game in which you take control of Maisie, a mute girl on a quest to find her brother Jas. To do this, we must go through the world of Arcadia. It should be noted that Arcadia here does not refer to the Greek province, but instead refers to one of the interesting phenomena that can be found here: you see, In everyone's dreams lies an Arcade machine which represents their innermost psyche or something. It seems that we can go into these arcade machines for… reasons. Something to do with a cat? Here's the problem with writing a review of sorts from memory months after I've played something, A lot of the exactitudes of the game story have become hazy in my mind. For instance, I remember there was a talking cat who acted slightly sinisterly and seemed to be important somehow… The only other thing I remember about him is that we made him Australian for some reason. A lot of my recollection is like this, so from now on ill just mention the stuff that's stuck with me the most about the game.

Firstly, I must mention the art here, especially the character portraits. It's very good, I feel like all the main characters have very distinct designs, they're all vaguely colour coded in these nice lighter colours which both makes every character easy to tell apart which also giving them a nice sense of cohesion. It's all very cute, and this carries over to the level art, which also has pleasing pallets whilst keeping a good sense of variety between zones. Secondly, I must mention the minigames: they are of paramount importance in a game literally structured around arcade machines, and they most certainly do not disappoint. Even this demo has quite a few varied little gameplay segments, and it honestly does better in them than even some other extremely well produced or popular RPGmaker games like Pocket mirror, which relies a bit too heavily on variations of the chase sequence. Of course ARCADEA isn't exempt from having one or two chasers, close to the end there's a chase sequence against a paintbrush monster thing… but at least there is a mechanic there where you can leave bait for the monster to stall it a little. The other games are a bit more interesting though, for instance there is a puzzle in which you have to stand on a certain spot and then line up a piece of paper to reveal a symbol that tells you what direction to go next. It's a bit like that one forest sequence from Metal Gear, except in Metal Gear, the devs just left you to flounder until you got out. There's also one or two quick time button presses that I was very bad at… but it's also an interesting change of pace from other games I've played.

Last thing I'd want to mention here is that in one scene you are put in a greenhouse and told to draw one of a few plants highlighted in the room, except there was also a random set of vines highlighted that had nothing to do with this, and I was very disappointed when I couldn't try to select the random set of vines over all the pretty flowers to draw.

Anyway, all in all I had a very good time playing ARCADEA, and I'm excited for the full release. I would highly suggest that you play the game for yourself, you can download it here.

After we finished that demo on stream, me and Purea still had a fair amount of energy left, so we decided to look at the other game that the ARCADEA dev has worked on, A Wave Of Lights (AWOL). It's a cute little visual novel about a shut in girl meeting an alien girl and then, like, being gay for two hours. I've not much to say on the actual game itself since it's relatively short, It's just well written and the art is also cute. I will say that, uhh, I made some choices on the stream's end that might have impacted the drama of it a tad… When we played it we decided to voice one character each and whilst Purea gave a pretty neutrally toned voice to the main character, I heard that the other character was an alien and like… I can only decide the voice I went with as somewhere between Skeletor and a Dalek, because alien. It was really something going into the more dramatic or serious scenes with the characters opening up to each other and whatnot, where Purea was playing it 100% straight, and I was doing the silliest goddamed voice I have ever attempted.

to close this out, I should say that the Dev for Arcadia is named Aishin, and you can find them here on tumblr @arcadea-rpg.

Whilst Aishin was the artist for AWOL, it seems that the writer and lead dev listed was Tabby Wright, who you can find here.

AWOL itself can be downloaded from here, and finally you can find the VoD for my stream here.

#ARCADIA #A wave of lights #rpg maker #vtuber

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msviscoml6 · 1 year

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FMP Conclusion

Sunday 7th April 2023

This blog post includes a comprehensive reflection of my final product.

My final major project at university is a time I will never forget. It was one of the hardest times of my life. My Grandmother, Brenda, and I were extremely close. She'd be the one I'd phone on my walk back from uni, telling her about my day even though she didn't have a clue what I was doing. Losing her was shocking but I'm so glad that I had the relationship that I did with her. I could blab on about how wonderful my Gran was all day because of how much I really did love her. So, basing my project on her and the family home that I lost with her, was one of the most perfect ways to grieve and express myself creatively.

From the start of this project, when I decided that I wanted to go down this route, I knew it needed to be just right. Collecting her belongings from the house made me realise that these objects were the only things I had left from her other than my memories. This sparked a creative fire inside of me, and I couldn't wait to get started experimenting.

The process of this project took endless turns. From photographs, printing, exposing, and photoshopping to mapping the items- I frankly do feel as if I tried every route I could. But it wasn't easy to come up with these experimentations. A lot of thought, reflection and emotional thinking went into all of my experimentations which I believe makes my experimentations just as strong as my final outcome. What I enjoy about the other elements I produced as a result of my project, is they're mine. The polyprint sheets I created out of my Granny's peals I think are a beautiful piece, and one I will frame and keep in my home in the future; adding another reason why this project means so much to me. There were complications in my projects, there were days where I was in a rut and did not know how to progress. But, I got out of them purely by experimenting and pushing. I think about what my project would have been if I hadn't thought of that one idea, or went down a completely different path.

I feel as if I worked well this term. Unlike other terms, I have been consistently motivated to continue moving forward. This could be down to the context of my project or my maturing as a designer. Managing and organising this project has been the best since I started uni. My Excel organisation document meant that I could see my daily to-do lists, map out my weeks and balance other projects on the side. The list also held me accountable for not finishing any work, meaning I was more motivated to keep pushing to get everything done that needed to be completed. Having a weekly roundup helped me reflect on how I had been working and what I could do better. My sketchbooks have been a great addition to my workflow. Ditching the lined notebooks to a blank page allowed me to stop being so particular about being neat and to just do it. These organisation and documentation changes will come with me as I leave university.

What was refreshing about this project was the amount of physicality there was. Apart from creating the house key, type and grid layouts for my cards and digital measurements, everything else I did was physical. As I've mentioned previously, I think this is extremely well suited to my project because of how much of a creative child I was, constantly getting my hands messy in art projects -way before I even comprehended what a computer was! My future is looking promising towards working for an agency, and in a digital era, I'm sure physical projects won't come up o often. Therefore, I'm so glad that my major project took such a physical approach.

My final outcome, on a personal level, I am very proud of. It is a representation and conclusion of the past few months, and I am so pleased to see it all come together. But, from a constructive perspective, some points need improving for it to be exhibited in the Grad Show. Such as the inside keys, for example, they could have done with tweaking to be cleaner. The vinyl on the outside of my box is very precise and modern, and I feel when you open the box, the inside box lid lets that feeling down. The vinyl isn't straight on my box, and to improve on this I intend to screenprint it in the future. My cards are a little hard to get out of my box, and some finger holes would have been a nice touch. Some of my prints, I worry, are too faded or not interesting enough to be as large as they are on A5. Using cyanotypes was a bit of a nightmare, but to improve in the future (and whist the proper sun is out!) I intend to redo my cyanotypes to make the prints more visually captivating. All of these things don't change the way I judge my project. I am still so satisfied with the outcome and I hope that I made my Grandparents feel proud of what I achieved.

This project is one I will always remember. Not only from an emotional level but from a perspective of how amazing my final term has been. I value the course and everybody I have met on it, so for this to be my last project is saddening. However, I am looking forward to the next stage of my life and I'm grateful for what Vis Com has taught me for me to be in this position.

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shilodaysworld · 3 years

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#큐 #뉴

INSPIRED BY : INCEPTION ( ateez )

Pairing : Ji Changmin x Choi Chanhee

Genre : Art & History, Mutual Pining, Painter!Chanhee

[ Year, 1821 ]

Droid never expected that he would have a boyfriend. He is barely known as "a sophisticated boy" who just like to rectify everyone that he loves no one but only himself. Droid fall on his trap per se, no matter how sturdy the walls he built, it is still not enough for him to avoid catching feelings with only one person, Fenetre.

It is so serendipitous yet providential to be chosen by Fenetre, Droid feels like he is the luckiest among blessed people. Aside from Fenetre's physical attributes, he has also good and lovely endowments. He made Droid feel loved and cleansed those stained with mournful erstwhile.

"You've been staring at your masterpiece, mon amour." Droid darted a quick glance over his shoulder and flashes a sweet smile. Fenetre was coming up the walk toward him. Taking one last stroke, Droid put his signature that ran down either side of his painting. He laid his paintbrush carefully across the top of the open paint can at his side and arched his back, biting his lower lip with a pleased glance at the work he'd completed. He wiped his hands on the handkerchief that Fenetre have been offering and ambled down the worn front steps, making a slow survey of Fenetre's broad shoulders and tapering his arms around his lover's waist.

"You know that art is my first language, right?" he returned, dropping his voice to a soft purr as he shoved the paint rag into the back pocket of his frayed cut-offs. "Mon amour, you're so invested in this. I do wonder if you are still getting enough of sleep." Fenetre turned around meeting his eyes to Droid and cups his cheeks. Droid presses a chaste kiss on Fenetre's lips before talking, "I have to put so much effort because this will be shown at royale's ceremony tomorrow, Mon chéri." he pouts, hoping that his lover get what he's trying to say. "Alright, alright. You know that I am always rooting for you, amour." Fenetre retorts and runs his fingers through Droid's soft locks.

"Je vous aime, Fenetre." Droid said, hugging Fenetre tightly, he's so afraid to lose him.

"Je t'aime aussi, Droid." Fenetre sounds so sweet, hugging his significant other back.

"We're soulmates. We'll be together, mon amour."

[ Present, 2021 ]

Chanhee longed for someone whom he can count on and someone who feels like home. Arms that feels barricade that could protect him from every discomfort, agony and misery. Someone who can call his own and will be forever his to keep. He sometime do ask himself, would love ever find him? The discomfort and neglection lingers on his whole system when was alone.

Chanhee was used to live in a cheap apartment, alone. He addresses himself as a 'nobody' after his parents died in a crash. As for Mr. and Mrs. Choi, Chanhee's parents who doesn't want their son to socialize. Chanhee grew up socially inept until he met someone who was there giving him comfort when he need it the most. However, Chanhee's parents found out their friendship. They moved into other place where no one could be friend him. His life when he was with his parents were lugubrious and suffocating but he couldn't deny the fact that he's missing them, he doesn't care about the wealth that his parents has, in fact, he just wanted to be free. To pursue his passion, painting.

"Channie, are you okay?" Chanhee came back to his senses when he heard his bestfriend's voice, Younghoon. Mutters and an evidence that he's worrying about Chanhee.

Chanhee nods and smiles, "Yup! I just needed to take some rest. How's your day with Juyeon, anyway?" Chanhee half-heartedly asked. It's that he's uniterested on what is happening between Juyeon and his best friend.

"Like usual." Younghoon sighs, massaging his temples as if he was in a long day with Juyeon. "Kinda tired but it doesn't matter, I'm all clingy with Ju!" Younghoon flops himself on the bed and getting sleepy. Chanhee just ignore what Younghoon have told him, in favor of letting him sleep because he was so goddamn tired. Chanhee stood up and turns off the light for Younghoon to drift off in a deep sleep.

"Hoon, before I forgot. Would you like to join with me at the art exhibit tomorrow? I need you for moral support. It's the least you can do, Bbanghoonie." Chanhee to wasn't serious at the last sentence albeit the first line was serious. He wasn't asking, it's a request.

"I'll try, Channie. I promise!" Younghoon is getting sleepy so he just shrugged it off and flops himself onto his bed.

"Tomorrow is my day."

Ji Changmin, on the other hand. A piece of an art which was born in mid-winter. He's been into other country for quite a long time. Some parental issues between his parents brought him back in Korea. His mother had an ordinary teenage life until Changmin's father got his mother pregnant at an early stage of life. His father's family were against it, they even accused his mother as a 'gold digger'. The family members of that generation were abusive, pessimists and manipulative. Because of pregnancy and nothing to gain financially, his mother was never able to finish her studies. His mother's family had also rejected her because of her early pregnancy. At that time his mother worked hard to make a living with him every day, surving each day which is very ardous to do. She raised and educated Changmin alone, she'd rather raise her son alone than giving Changmin to his father and inherit the toxic traits that the family ruined her life had. Several years passed, where his mind and heart were fully developed, he had many realizations. How eager his mother to work hard for their future. His love and appreciation for his mother was beyond immeasurable, until one day, one day he found out that they only have months left to be together, due to his mother's breast cancer. Changmin back then, didn't know what to do. Maybe if his mother told him immediately, there may be a way to cure her. But no, his mother used the phrase "I don't want you to worry." as an excuse. Life is so unfair, isn't?

A few months after his mother died, his father found out and offered him to study abroad. Easy? Was it just all a trash? Of course it was not easy for him to forget. Forget the past, how hard they struggled just to survive. He despise his father so much. But even if the world were turned upside down, it was still imprinted in his mind that he was still his father. And that won't change. He soon agreed to his father's offer. The adjustments will not be lost either, especially since his father already has a family.

Changmin took a deep breath before stepping inside at the huge place where art objects are exhibited. He was too determined to study and observe the arts as well the ingenuity of artists. Changmin is so devoted in this, if you'll ask him. He can describe every masterpiece of either professional artist or ordinary people with precise words.

He felt some sort of tranquility as he stepped inside, surveying how large the art museum was. It was huge, very huge. He didn't know Korea has an art museum like this. The place he had stepped in really looked pleasant in every artists' eyes, the color of tanned complexion painted on a high thick masonry structure forming a long rampart. The classic paintings and statues are well-displayed at every corner of the place. "Beautiful, very beautiful." only words he can state. His particular disposition of mind in art museums is "It is always easier to appreciate a place if you know something of its past, and museums certainly help us to do that." He's right, art can bring the past and histories on you.

Changmin examine every pieces his eyes can see. He paused only to clean the damp on his round eyeglasses, not minding the people who passes by.

"Hoonie, are you gonna be here on time?"

Changmin, in despite of busy cleaning his eyeglasses. He momentary halt in an activity as he heard a voice coming from the boy who isn't apart from where exactly he is. He took a glance on a boy who's holding a phone placed on his right ear. "He's familiar." Changmin said only him can perceive of by the ear.

"...Okay. Take care of yourself, too." another words slipped from the boy "he is familiar with". There's a small smile plastered on his face, a vision of disappoinment, perhaps. When he hung up his phone the two of them looked at each other. Changmin panicked, and can't utter words as he wore back his eyeglasses.

"O-oh, oh no. I-i I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I'm sorry!" Changmin stated almost hysterical didn't know what to do.

"Oh, no, no. It's okay! I don't mind at all." It's true, he's not even mad. Far from it, honestly.

"By the way, I've never seen you before. Is this your first time roaming around here? If you don't mind asking. I'm Choi Chanhee, you?" Chanhee reached out his hand, and of course, Changmin gladly accepted it. If you'll ask Changmin what Chanhee looks like, he's so gorgeous. To the point that every men and women would fall in love with the beautiful features he has. His eyes owns miniature galaxies, his thin lips were perfect, moist and pink.

"I'm Changmin. Ji Changmin." Changmin happily introduced himself to Chanhee. "At by any chance, if you're not busy or something. Would you like to roam around with me? Since I am not familiar with every corner of this museum yet." He scratches his back and flashes a timid smile upon asking a favor. Actually, he's too shy to make a request to anyone. Not a fond of it.

"Sure, sure! I'd love that."

Chanhee didn't know what's have gotten on his mind why he's with Changmin right now, him and Changmin will still remain as strangers. Albeit, half of an hour have passed since they started talking and roaming inside the museum, sharing thoughts, about themselves and certain manner under given circumstances as an alternative to art and professional artists' quiddities just to keep their company alive.

"No, actually I don't paint. It's just.. I love to examine the whole extent of painting how the artist give a representation about what they're painting, how they attached their emotions to it." Changmin chuckles at what Chanhee's first impression towards him.

"Oh, I see." Chanhee half-heartedly replied nodding in response at he was inclined to be corrected. 'Changmin has really something', and Chanhee seem wants to know more about him without crossing the line. For him, it's still crucial to set a line between the two unless they're close enough to break the boundaries.

"How about you? I bet you do painting." Changmin stated in a stable voice, he is beyond willing to know more about the boy he's sharing a conversation with. Interested? Maybe.

"Hm. Yup!" he answered his question shortly, popping off his cheeks beforehand adding words. "Actually. I uh.. Would you like to see my painting over there?" Chanhee timidly pointed another area used for exhibition of paintings.

"Woah. Wait, that's a corner where great artists' paintings are displayed, right?" Changmin almost yell at the excitement he felt. "I knew it, you're a great artist!".

"No, no! Not really.." Chanhee bit his lower lip to ease the awkwardness he felt. Not so many people know the concealed talent he has for painting. Since his parents doesn't want him to socialize, he invested a lot of time to nourish his talent. A reason why he is not used to receive compliments from others.

"Here." Chanhee's timidity and anxiousness became more intense as the two of them stood in front on the wall and his painting hang on it perfectly, showcasing the aestheticness of it.

"God. I've never seen such a beautiful piece like this." Changmin expressed casually, with regard to the mind flabbergasted. He wanted to take a picture of as his souvenir but he don't think he can disremember his Gouache Painting. He love the colorsl, texture and he is lack of hesitation that Chanhee didn't put a meaning behind the painting that Changmin staring at. He could do this all day, because he firmly believe that showing esteem and admiration at Chanhee's painting is a worth of time.

"Thank you, thank you so much." Chanhee replied and frown.

"You really deserve a recognition, you know?" Changmin's voice gruff as he angle his camera to Chanhee and took two or more shots without a bit taller man's permission.

"C-Changmin! What you are doing.." only then did Chanhee notice that Changmin was secretly taking a picture of him as he heard a flashing sound from Changmin's camera.

"You're being photographed, is it bad?" Changmin chuckles at how cute Chanhee's reaction was.

"N-no.." Chanhee lose count at how many times he bit his lower lip since they started talking, a mix of ardent and happiness filled him. Chanhee, himself doesn't know what's happening to him. The two laughed as they find amusing their interaction was. Changmin and his not-so-rude behavior soon forgotten.

Another hour have passed but the two of them are still having a good time on each other's company. Changmin have been waiting for so long to have a process by which information is exchanged between them through a common system of symbols. Though the two of them just met, Changmin feels like he would depend on Chanhee no matter what happen.

"Min." Chanhee called him and Changmin answered in a hum, enough for Chanhee to hear. "I really hope this won't be the last time I see you here. This is my first time sharing a long conversation with someone. I am beyond glad, we have too many similarities especially in arts." There is a hint of sincerity at his voice while he utters those words. Changmin's face lifts up brighter than ever, upon hearing Chanhee's sweet voice and words. And the nickname Chanhee gave him butterflies. "Of course, Chanhee. I would love to!" Changmin shows his dimples and from ear to ear smile.

The two of them enjoyed the camaraderie throughout the day until they've decided to go to within a short distance from the art museum to grab something to eat. Sharing light conversations, Changmin and Chanhee are no longer strangers. An hour and half have anew to their inseparability, Changmin assured himself he wouldn't inhale the strawberry and peach scent of Chanhee. He mentally frowned as he took a quick glance at his wrist watch. The apparent descent of the sun below the horizon, it's past 6 o'clock in the mid-afternoon. Changmin wanted to stay with him, if you would ask him. He could keep coming back for more.

"What's the matter?" Chanhee dropped a sweetest voice after sipping his coffee from his cup as he noticed Changmin's actions.

"I- I'm going to leave as soon as possible, for some important matter. But I don't want to leave you alone here." Changmin answered in a worrying voice but it's true he have something to do important things it's so sad that he'll leave Chanhee when in fact all he wanted to do is to be with him until midnight. He wanted to know more about Chanhee, Choi Chanhee.

"Changmin, it's okay. I'm gonna stay here for awhile, don't worry about me, okay?" Chanhee doesn't want Changmin to be apologetic. "Well. I'll see you soon?" Chanhee said, his quality of voice once again hearty and hale.

Changmin stood up, indicates that he is leaving soon. "Of course, we'll see each other soon. I got to go, now. It was nice meeting with you, Chanhee." Changmin wholeheartedly said beforehand parting ways with Chanhee.

Chanhee smiles to himself upon recalling the ecstatic scenes he and Changmin have shared together throughout their day. Changmin has really something.

Chanhee hung the door open, the busy Younghoon shown up with the papers scattered on the side of his table, laptop infront of him and his rite of dedicating to finish whatever he is doing as soon as he widely opened it.

"I'm home." Chanhee dropped a low voice and placed his shoes neatly beside the footsteps. Seem his roommate didn't notice his arrival so he just stepped inside and shrugged it off. Younghoon is a busy person so Chanhee wouldn't ask him why he didn't escort him in art exhibit. Chanhee understands it, he should think about the right and feelings of other people. In fact, he enjoyed his day with his new found friend, Ji Changmin. Changmin's words of affirmation and smiles are still lingers through his mind, it was saccharine sweet.

Chanhee flopped himself onto his soft mattress saying 'goodnight' to his roommate. This is the nice and unforgettable day in his entire life, he wouldn't be exaggerated. It was really his first time to meet someone who really likes him, has a lot of parallelism. Chanhee should be thankful to the talks he shared with Changmin, he found out what he really is behind his stoic expression the first time their eyes met. Changmin is so sweet, so fervent and so gentle. Being his friend is the only thing he can bestow.

Chanhee closes his eyes and drifted off to sleep . . .

"L'art et le passé vous ramèneront."

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neoarchipelago · 5 years

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Blood Red Marker and Binary Code (John wick x reader one shot)

AN: where was I even going with this? Idk, Anon, I hope you enjoy it !

Request: John comes to the reader with a marker, they both love each other but none seems to realize it.

Word count: 3 910

Warnings: cursing, alcohol?

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You walked through the enormous hall of the Louvre. The wonderful stone walls, the beautiful ceiling, everything was perfect. The sound of your heels on the floor made you feel powerful, your black dress hugging your curves perfectly. It was after all handmade by one of the best tailors in Paris. You walked through the empty halls, watching every sculpture, every painting that adorned the walls of the museum. You had recently finished a contract and instead of accepting money, that clearly you were tired of having, you asked for another reward. Something unique, that only you would have the right to live, you and maybe Beyonce in her clip, having the Louvre at night only for you.

You've always enjoyed it, you spent hours watching the numerous pieces of art that made your mind travel through history, time and space. You enjoyed the fact that your work made you able to witness such things with such privileges. You watched as you spun around in the middle of such perfect masterpiece, you felt blessed, you felt powerful like a goddess. That was your name in the underground world. The Goddess. You knew how to fight and you were good at it but that's not how you earned your nickname. You were the best hacker in the world. Nothing could escape you, you were omnipotent. You knew everything, saw everything you had proof and files about everyone in the world, even the High table. Even the most confidential files of the underground that were kept written by hand had to, at some point, be sent through computers linked to the satellite.

You sighed closing your eyes for a second. You listened to the deafening silence of the building. You only opened your eyes to sit down on a bench, and then closed them again. Yes you were lucky. You had been an assassin for quite a while now. Your phone suddenly rang as you opened your eyes again. You took the phone in your hand and softly smiled at the name.

"Caleb, why aren't you in bed yet?" You asked a soft smirk on your lips.

"Oh come on (y/n)! It's not that late!" You chuckled at your brother's whining tone.

"You have school tomorrow, you have to go to sleep. I'll be home in a minute alright?" You said as you stood up.

"Wait, I called cuz I need to tell you that someone's here, he wants to see you." You froze and you heart dropped.

"Who's there Caleb?" You said in a cold tone.

"Your friend John Wick, remember the one from a few years ago?"

Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes. How to forget a man like John exactly? He was quite unforgettable.

"Alright, hand him the phone will you Caleb?"

You heard the phone being passed to someone and you closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath at the sound of the voice you heard.

"(y/n)."

"John. I need to ask you. Are you here to kill me, or my brother?" You said in a cold voice.

"No. I'd never..." You sighed of relief.

"Alright, i'll be home in 5 minutes." You spoke, cutting him off.

"I'll be waiting."

You hung up and walked back to the hall of the museum, the sound of your heels on the floor echoing through the halls and staircase, the only thing breaking the peaceful silence.

You reached your car, a jaguar F-type, that of course you weren't driving but you had someone driving it for you. After all you've been through you earned it. You smiled at the man. Anyone would have been weird out by him, a tall slim man, with half long hair to the side and completely cut short on the other, tattoos and piercings, and wearing a white shirt with rolled sleeves and a black waistcoat.

''On part déjà madame?" He asked with a smile yet a confused look. (Are we already leaving miss?)

"Oui Jay', je dois rentrer le plus vite possible, tu peux faire ça pour moi s'il-te-plaît ?" You asked as he opened the car door and you sat down. (Yes Jay, i need to go home as fast as possible, could you do that for me please?)

"Je pensais que vous ne me le demanderiez jamais madame!" He answered with a naughty smile as he closed the door, and you rolled your eyes. (I thought you'd never ask miss!)

He sat down on the driver's seat and turned on the car making it roar. You decided to put on your seatbelt because clearly you might have asked the devil to play with fire. The fast start made you groan but you had asked for it after all. The ride home didn't took long, firstly it wasn't that far and secondly Jay had taken your request very seriously. You felt a bit nauseous when you stepped out of the car, but a few deep breaths and you were back on your heels. Jay' threw the keys to another one of your assistants, and opened the building door for you. You had bought an apartment here on the 6th arrondissement de Paris, in a luxurious building, where the two last floors were yours. You reached the elevator with Jay' and he introduced the key that allowed you to push the button to your apartment.

You took another deep breath as the elevator made his way up, and looked at Jay' who gave you a wink. You smirked at him. When the elevator doors opened into your hallway you didn't hesitate a second, stepping in, the sound of your heels clicking on the marble floor. You could hear people talking in your living room, and made your way to the two open french doors. You froze at the entrance watching, amazed, the scene that displayed before you. Your little brother Caleb was on the couch, sitting next to John Wick, THE BABA YAGA, playing Mortal Kombat on PS4. You leaned against the door frame, folding your arms and arching a brow at the scene. Jay' suddenly appeared next to you and you shared a look before softly chuckling. Caleb was a sweet boy, he'd make even the worst killer on this planet turn into a child.

You cleared your throat making your brother jump and John turn to you. Your eyes met his and you tried to avoid blushing as you quickly looked away.

"I thought I told you to go to sleep Caleb?" You asked while arching a brow at the boy.

"I know I know, but wait, I just want to finish this with J-" before he could finish his words the screen displayed a large, red 'Game over'. Caleb groaned at the unfairness of the fight before turning off the console. You smiled softly at him as he passed next to you, mumbling a 'good night' to you and John. You took a few seconds before looking back at John, who had now stood up and was staring at you. You felt his eyes roam over your body and you couldn't deny the heat it raised through you.

You could easily remember how you two had met, in the bar of the Continental. You remember the mess you were in and how things unfolded after that.

You stepped inside of the living room as Jay' vanished quickly. You got closer to John.

"John…" you said staring at him.

"(Y/n)." He said sharing your look.

"What may I owe this pleasure exactly?" You said with a smile.

He smiled back at you. Jay' entered the room, a wine bottle in hand, and two wine cups. He put them down on the marble and gold coffee table in between the couch and the fireplace where the TV hang.

"Merci Jay'." You said nodding as he left the room, closing the two french doors.

"Take a sit, I feel like we have a lot to talk about." You said turning back to John, this time with a serious tone.

He nodded as you both sat on the couch. You poured two glasses of wine and took yours in hand. John was hesitant and you started to worry when he refused to take his and stared at you. No words had been exchanged yet and you felt the air getting heavier. John reached for his pocket and your breath hitched at the sight of the marker he put down on the coffee table. What exactly were you expecting? That he would never ask for a returning favor ? That he was here for you perhaps?

The last thought made your heart ache. John would never be here just for you. After all… you were the only one in love here. You looked at him in the eyes as you sighed. He still looked as perfect as the day you asked for his help. Your heart fluttering at the thought.

"I'm sorry (y/n)." John's raspy voice brought you back to reality.

"Don't be. That's the deal of having a marker I suppose. It had to happen one day." You said taking a sip on the wine and leaning back on the couch.

"Your brother has grown." He said again, with a smile.

You couldn't keep yourself from smiling back.

"He has, hasn't he?" You said sharing a look.

"He looks a lot like you." He added.

"Like me?" You said in a chuckle.

"Yes. He's determined, kind-hearted." John listed as you blushed at the compliments.

"He is the most important thing in my life John." You said in a whisper, looking directly into his obsidian eyes.

"I know. I remember." He said in the same tone.

It had been a few years after all those awful events. You were even younger then, alone taking care of a small blue eyed boy that you were trying to keep safe. You and your brother were orphans, and you had quickly put your talent of hacker into the underground world to win as much money as possible. Many appreciated your work and you had won a lot of clients but you also made a lot of enemies. At some point it had become too dangerous to even leave the Continental where you and your brother had a room. He had been a target to get revenge on you and you would have done anything to keep him safe, even get a marker with the Baba Yaga.

You had met John, who had accepted your marker and helped you get rid of any enemies that wanted you or your brother dead. You remember how you two had become friends, your little brother adored him and you had felt your heart beat faster when you looked into his eyes. You had spent many months together even after that, as friends. Taking care of your brother as you were slowly building your empire. Eventually your paths had gone separate ways, and your heart still aches at the thought. You couldn't deny the feelings that had grown for him since the first time your eyes met.

The way he made you shiver under his gaze, the way he made you feel safe. You remembered the way it almost felt like you three were a family during those moments. It felt like the world was alright. And then he had vanished, saying he had work to do. You weren't angry at him, after all you knew him for being the Baba Yaga, and you didn't expect him to change at all.

"So tell me. What do you need me to do?" You asked, pushing away every thought that roamed your head.

John sat a bit more straight and took a more serious tone. It made you almost shiver to hear his husky voice.

"I have a contract on a target here in Paris. But he is in a very high security building. Cameras and alarms everywhere."

You nodded.

"You need me to help you get through those?"

"Exactly. Is there any way for you to help me through it?" He asked, watching you intensely.

You thought for a minute thinking about the different possibilities and plans you could go through. It didn't sound that hard, it was perfectly manageable. You nodded to him.

"When does it need to be done?" You asked again taking a sip of your wine.

"Tonight."

You slightly choked on your beverage and remembered how John could sometimes be impatient. You sighed, throwing him a dark look. You still had to help him as best as you could.

"Alright. Follow me." You said standing up. You quickly took off your heels though, after all your brother was in bed, and it was no point on waking him up. You walked out of the living room, being greeted by Jay once again.

"Aide moi s'il te plaît. Je dois équipé Monsieur Wick avec une oreillette."(Help me please, I need to equip mister wick with an earpiece.) You said, walking to the far end of the hallway, to the door on the right.

Jay followed you nodding as John stood right behind as well. You looked at the digit pad and threw in a your code as the door finally unlocked.

You stepped into your little cave, your perfect little place. The room was dark, only lit by many screens who displayed various places, people, maps, entire files or even some had just some 0 and 1 running across the screen. A desk was set with a comfy chair, and various monitors were neatly spread across the room with other types of electronics. You sat down on your chair, taking a glance at John who was looking around the room.

"John?" You softly called.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to need the address of the building."

He nodded as he walked towards you. You gave him a pencil and a notepad for him to write down the address for you. You quickly started to do your thing, looking for the IP addresses nearby that location, any possible entry or information on the security the building was provided with.

"What are you doing?" John asked.

"Checking if I can grant your wish tonight. I'm checking the difficulty of a possible breach, if the security is high or low. If I can do it tonight or if i'm going to need a bit more of time."

John stayed silent, but you were too focused on your task to even notice him staring at you in fascination. Jay had noticed, and was smiling from the corner of the room.

After a few minutes you managed to get enough information on the security system and overall it wasn't so hard to break in.

"Alright. Let's do this." You said turning your chair to John. Jay approached him, ready to equip him with the necessary attire.

"You will have this device on you. It's an earpiece. You will be able to hear everything I say, and I will hear you as well. I will guide you with my view on the cameras, as I break down the system bit by bit, or otherwise they'll notice me. Do not advance if I don't give you the order to. John. Are you listening to me?" You asked slightly exasperated.

"This looks like the matrix. Was is that?" John asked pointing at the black and green screen that had 0 and 1 running all over.

"That is from the matrix. That is my live screensaver John." You said slightly amused.

He looked at you slightly frowning as you snickered.

"Are you ready?" You asked.

"Yes."

"Do you have your guns?

"What kind of questions is that?" He asked smirking.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. You took a deep breath as Jay nodded your way again, notifying you that John was equipped.

"Alright. Let's get started. Shall we?"

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John had finally reached the building when you heard him speak through the device.

"I'm here."

"Alright. Give me 5 minutes and you can walk in."

You took a deep breath and got to work. You were used to this, but somehow you were slightly shaking as your fingers pushed the keys on the keyboard. John's safety was in your hands.

"You can go."

You watched through the many screens, John's path through the building as you, step by step, hacked the security system and the cameras to make it look like nothing was happening. You watched John get rid of every security guard you could warn him of as he slowly made his way up to his target. Your heart was beating unusually fast for the task, as you were more anxious than any previous contract you had worked on. You couldn't deny how seeing John work was turning you on maybe just a bit. He looked powerful. But you quickly shook that feeling away, now wasn't the moment.

Reaching the level where his target was situated, he stopped right after stepping out of the elevator.

"Alright. This has much more cameras John. You're going to need to wait a bit longer…" you spoke, getting to work immediately.

"I don't have time (y/n)." You heard him say.

"Be patient please…" you tried.

"Thanks for helping, but I got this now."

You froze as you quickly looked at the screen, seeing John take off the earpiece and… run. You gasped.

"You...PERFECT IDIOT!" you yelled to yourself.

It took you a second to react after your sudden outburst of anger. You still managed to get your mind focus on your work. Thanks to John you had to change the plan. You quickly took the task to completely shut down the security system and cameras, leaving perhaps enough time for John to leave the building. One by one each barrier of the security system shut down and finally the entire building was now completely out of security cameras. You left a small virus as a gift, making sure that it would take time for even the best hackers to fix everything. You were out of breath without even really knowing why. You looked around at the room, at the mess you had created. Even you couldn't see where John was now. You just stared in silence, before whispering a few last words.

"I don't know what would I do if something happened to you John…"

You stood up and left the room. There was no point in staying there anymore. You heard the distinct sound of the door locking itself behind you. You leaned against it for a second, taking a few deep breaths. Should you go check on him? Was he alright? Was he even going to tell you if he was? Or was he simply going to vanish? You shook your head and walked to your room. You were definitely getting sick of being into that stupid dress that seemed to have lost all it's charm to you in the mere time of an evening. You got into pajamas, some shorts and a matching top.

You found yourself unable to lay down at all. You just walked back to the living room where you sat on the couch, sipping on that bottle of wine from earlier. The minutes seemed to stretch like hours. You glanced a few times to your phone, hoping for a message at least. You didn't know how to feel. Angry, furious, anxious, or break down into tears. You wanted to kill the man but also kiss him as if it was the last thing you'd ever do. Tears began to overflow when Jay walked into the living room.

"Madame?"

"Oui Jay?" You spoke trying to hide your current mood.

"Monsieur Wick est en bas et désire vous voir." (Mister wick is down stairs and wishes to see you)

You jumped up when you heard him speak.

"What?" You asked in disbelief.

"I let him in. Just in case." Jay said, his voice tainted in a heavy accent, and a smirk on his face.

You stared at the spot where Jay stood a few seconds ago. John came back? The marker had been fulfilled though. Why? You were lost in thoughts when John's figure finally showed up at the living room's entrance. Your actions spoke faster than your brain and you found yourself throwing him the nearest pillow as tears finally began to fall down your cheeks.

"What the fuck (y/n)?" John asked, slightly confused by the attack.

"What the fuck? I'm not going to yell because Caleb is sleeping, but you are the biggest idiot I've ever had to meet, do you know that?" You spoke out, trying to sound as angry as possible without yelling, frowning as the tears soaked your cheeks.

"And yet you still wouldn't know what to do if something happened to me…"

You froze staring at him wide eyed. How in the whole world had he heard you?

"How..?" You asked confused but unable to move as he stepped forward, still holding the pillow.

"The device still worked. I had taken it out of my ear but put it back in when I realized you put up a mess in their system."

He spoke as he kept walking to you.

You were staring at him, feeling him get closer and closer.

"John…" you tried.

"How long? How long have you been feeling like this?" He asked, now only a few inches from you.

"What, that I've known that you are an idiot?" You whispered, trying to throw the last remains of your pride at him.

He simply smirked and wiped one of your tears with his thumb. You closed your eyes at the feeling, too afraid to open them again as you spoake again.

"Since you helped me a few years ago…"

You knew he was going to reject you, but there's nothing you could do to avoid it now.

"Silly girl."

Yes you were stupid, but hearing him say it hurt more than you thought. It was however completely confusing to you when you felt his lips on yours. You forgot how to breath for a moment, or even how to react. His arms had wrapped around your waist, letting the pillow fall down on the ground with a soft 'thud'. You finally responded to his kiss when your mind started to embrace reality again, your hand reaching to touch his cheek. You felt him pull you in closer as he softly bit your lower lip, making you gasp. The taste of his tongue made you feel dizzy, as the passionate kiss seems to sweep you off your feet. You didn't exactly know how long it lasted, but when you pulled apart you were both slightly out of breath. It took a minute before anything was spoken.

"I never thought you did…" he whispered.

"Why not? You are the one who got away…" you said, feeling your heart ache at the memory.

"I did… because.. I was getting too attached to you and caleb. And I didn't think you would ever see me the way I see you." His words made you smile.

"And how do you see me John?"

"I… love you." You smiled even brighter at his words. Cupping his face with both of your hands.

"You really are an idiot John, cuz I really love you too."

John immediately pulled you back in for a kiss that you have been craving for way too many years. Perhaps this time he'd stay.

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sellingmysoulforbts · 5 years

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You're having second thoughts about your career choice. BTS x Reader Reaction

Genre: mild angst, fluff. College AU. Gender neutral.

Warnings: strong language, self degradation.

as requested by @erraticsoul

A/N: I just wanna say that it is okay to change your career path. You're really young when you are forced to choose what you want to do for the rest of your life and we sometimes make mistakes. The most important thing is that you are happy.

Kim Seokjin

He was there for you, every single time you needed that extra support. This madness began when you started having trouble with some of the subjects that you had to take in college. Thoughts like 'how can I become a professional if I can't solve this simple exercise?' clouded your brain. Jin came on time only to find you crying over your homework.

"Tell me, how am I supposed to do this my entire life?"

"By giving your best, like I know you do, and if that's not enough then it's probably not what you should be doing" he would answer.

Then he proceeded to tell you one of his terrible jokes about the subject your having trouble with. Like if you weren't having it with chemistry he'd go "hey, are you made of copper and tellurium? 'Cause you're CuTe" and if that didn't work, he'd always come to you with a new plate he's made in class because he definitely a culinary arts major.

Min Yoongi

He was confused, like he didn't get how you felt at all. Since he was really young he new what his goals were and started working really hard to achieve them. You, on the other hand, have thought about every single career path, none of them seemed to completely fulfill you. Like you went from wanting to be a model to a rocket scientist in the span of two months, so you knew as soon as you filled that application form to enter college, with whatever career you had landed eyes on at the moment you weren't going to stick to it. Yoongi would try so hard to help you find something you like and would like doing for the rest of your life, just like he did.

"Okay, how about being a teacher?" He suggested one time.

"But I'll have to know the subject first, so what can I teach?"

"Never mind" he said.

He would just enroll you in a bunch of classes that have nothing to do with your current major, just to see if you'd like any of it.

Wanting to become a producer was his lifelong dream, the feeling he got every time he got a step closer was something Yoongi wanted you to experience as well, so he'd never give up on you.

Jung Hoseok

He would be the one to notice and call you out on it. Hobi was a dance major, so he had practice almost every day and you'd come, even if it was late or skip classes to see him. At first he didn't think much about it, and he appreciated the effort you were putting into the relationship, but then you stopped coming like once a week or just skipping a class to have lunch together and began coming like three times a week, and he would see you around campus with friends when he knew you had class.

"Hey, I saw you today walking out of campus" he said one day, after he was done with practice and you were still there.

"Oh, really? I didn't see you, I'd have said hi. At what time did you see me?"

"While you were supposed to be in class" he answered, trying not to sound mad.

"Yeah, the professor cancelled it last minute, so I didn't really have time to tell you" you genuinely thought he was jealous because you were hanging out with boys, but he wasn't. You'd you really be here so late if you were cheating on him? No, and he knew you would never, but he was concerned.

"And has he cancelled classes all week, and last one?" He inquired.

His tone gave away he was implying that you had been skipping class for the whole month.

"No" you answered softly.

"Is everything okay?"

"No" you answered again. He took your hands as a way to show you his support. "Why?" "I just don't feel happy anymore, like when I first got in I was so sure this was what I wanted and now I find it hard and I'm really stressed. I've been looking for other career options and I might change majors so I guess I lost interest and just stopped making an effort to pass" you shrugged, he kissed your hands.

"It's okay. We're still very young and I want you to do something that makes you happy"

Kim Namjoon

You. Felt. Dumb. You were having such a hard time in some classes, and not understanding anything your teacher said. At first you just worked a little harder and visited your professor to ask some questions, but seeing your classmates getting good grades or putting a minimum effort to understand, made you feel out of place and dumb, like actually stupid. Namjoon was an extremely intelligent human being, and that's no secret. He was an English major, and an outstanding student.

He was going to surprise you, you had been busy all week with schoolwork and he knew how hard you worked so he gave you your space, but it was Friday and he missed you like crazy. He didn't expect, when he walked into your apartment, to see you crying over your homework. Like actually balling your eyes out. Your brain was so chemically imbalanced at the moment that you barely felt arms wrapping around your sobbing form.

He managed to calm you down a little bit, and finally asked what's wrong.

"I can't do it Namjoon, I actually am incapable of doing it. I'm just a stupid piece of shit who can't even solve her homework. Why am I even trying at this point? I'm going to fail because my brain does not have the capacity to understand this subject" you basically yelled out and broke down crying again. He was so pained to see you like that and hearing that horrible things from your mouth broke his heart.

"Shh, don't say that baby, you are not dumb" "of course you'd say that, mister my IQ is 148, I only get As with minimum effort. I've being working on this thing for a week. A WEEK, and I can't do it. My teacher is sick of me for going every single day to ask him something." You were getting angry at this point, not with him but with yourself. Maybe throw in your parents as well for making you this way, but not at him, never at him, even though your words proved otherwise.

"Baby, look at me." He said. You shook your head embarrassed at your attitude.

He squatted right in front of you and took your face in his hands, dried your tears and smiled.

"You are not dumb, not because you have to work a little harder does it mean you're less capable of doing something. Besides, you're so far from stupid. When I look at you I see a wonderful human being, smart and kind, and that's what I love about you. Your perspective on the world, and your unique way of understanding things." He told with a sincere voice and that made you smile a little. "Also, I do put effort into my work but I like what I do so much that I doesn't feel like it, now tell me, do you like what you're doing?" He asked. " I don't know anymore" "okay how about this? Let's take a break right now, we go grab something to eat, we get back, cuddle, watch a movie. Just relax and not think about college for a while. And we can discuss this in the morning with a fresh mind."

Park Jimin

He was mostly sad, you didn't choose this for yourself, it was your parents dream. He would just try and comfort you, by hugging you and whispering words of encouragement. You were sad, angry and scared. You couldn't do what you wanted because your parents didn't support you but you also didn't want to disappoint them.

"I'm so sick of this Jimin, I don't think I can keep doing this." You said one day, you had to study for your upcoming tests but finding motivation was hard.

He couldn't fully comprehend your dilemma, his parents were super supportive.

"I know baby, but the semester is almost over."

"And then comes the next, and one after that, and on and on, not to mention the years ahead of me of working in this" you wanted to cry, just let out your frustration.

"Hey, how about, you start taking classes for what you really want, until you build up the courage to talk to them." He suggested. "I don't know I'm so scared." Your voice broke a little. His caring instincts kicking in immediately, so he hugged you. "It okay, I'm sure what they want is for you to be happy and have a safe future financially, that's why you're here, but you can prove to them that you'll succeed doing whatever you want, and I'm here to support you every step of the way. I believe in you, and besides I'm quite thankful to your parents for picking that for you or we might have never met."

"You're right" and with him by your side you had the motivation you needed.

Kim Taehyung

It was hard, Tae, your boyfriend, always seemed to have more free time, and enjoy his college experience way more than you did. He was one of the few things you were grateful for, during your time in college. The little study dates you had were like the only way to get you to open a book, and they were a 2x1 deal for him. Taehyung was an art history student and it required to read a lot so he could do his school work and spend time with you. You weren't irresponsible or anything but you started to wonder if you chose your career right, because the lack of motivation was really dragging you down. You were in the coffee shop you usually went with Taehyung to study just contemplating how you wanted your life to look in ten years, when he came.

"Hey" he said. "Hi" you answered still a little distraught. "Did you order?" You nodded in response. "Is everything o-" he started but you soon interrupted him "how did you know what you wanted to study?" "well my school took us to a museum for a school trip once, and I was fascinated by the art, but also intrigued as to what led the painters to do such masterpieces and I guess I got hooked on that. Why?" "I'm just not sure with what I'm doing,I never had a revelation moment so I just went with what sounded the least unpleasant at the moment" "Well how about we finish here and we can go find some counselling for you?" "You think I should change majors?" "Baby, when was the last time you felt happy and satisfied with your work and what you learned?" He asked and you grew quiet at that. "Exactly. What you do for the rest of your life has to be something that you enjoy and you're clearly not enjoying this." So you did just that, found help to discover what makes you happy.

Jeon Jungkook

I mean he would be kinda disappointed that you didn't told him first thing and that he had to discover it for himself. You were thinking and rethinking if you had made the right choice, so you turned yourself into a little help from the internet, trying thing from quizzes all the way to astrological birth charts, of course when he wasn't around.

As you were spending the weekend together doing homework and watching movies, he stumbled upon a word he didn't quite know the meaning of. He was studying animation, and taking classes for film production, but he was trying to do some homework for an English class.

"Babe, can I use your phone real quick? Mine ran out of battery" he asked. "Sure, what for?" "I just want to Google this word" he said and have you that bunny smile, you handed him the phone unblocked, not worrying in the slightest. He got it,and quickly clicked on the navigator, as he was about to type he peeked at your search history, things like 'how to choose your major', 'how do I know if I made the right decision','best careers based on your zodiac sign' that last one made him chuckle but he was generally preoccupied, because something was definitely wrong. He made a mental note to talk to you about it. Jungkook quickly made the research and completed his task. He then approached you, to give it back to you. You were just in the couch reading something, as he handed you the phone with a smile you sensed something off. "So, what's the best career for a virgo?" He wondered. It took a minute for it to click. "Kook…" you trailed of, not sure as to what to say. He sat down next to you. "Why wouldn't you tell me?" "I just- I was.. am so confused. I believe I chose what I did for a reason but now I'm not so sure and it been going on for a while. I guess I didn't want to bother you with stupid problems like that." You told him. He just shook his head. "That's why I am your boyfriend, so you can come to me with whatever is bothering you and we can fix it together cause we're a team, and it works the other way around too." "You're right, sorry" "It's okay, but promise me you will from now on" " I will, I promise" you smiled at him and he answered back "now that that's out of the way, let's find your perfect major" and with a kiss on your cheek, you then proceed to go through a lot of lists and quizzes a lot of websites suggested, together.

a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long but the scenario really hit home and I got distracted, anyways i hope you enjoy it and like it.

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