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griffin-wood · 1 year

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calm within the storm.

pairing: kaia. (+family)

a/n: just an impulsive fic I written in the midst of finals but includes some family lore with kaia hihi. + Family Angst. ✨

"It's not fair." Ariadne started to say in the mirror, she stares back at her reflection. Brown hair resembles her mother, with eyes just like his father. She stares at the paper sitting on her desk, it was crumpled within her fist.

'too bad she's not a hero, only a zero.'

They were talking about heroes and apparently zeroes in class today, Apollo was sat beside her and he has been nodding excitedly despite the fact of their reality. They were born as pollard zeros, while her older siblings gotten the package. Telekinesis and pre-cognition. The world feels not fair to her, as they could hear her thoughts. Her anger being sensed and the feeling of humiliation wrapped in class.

And here she is, resenting over her own reality. The knock on her door pulled her out of the reverie, Apollo standing there with a book in hand, checking in on her as he always do.

"Are you okay there? You seem to be staring at the mirror longer than you should - which in average would be 7 seconds." He smiles back at her, only to receive a glare in return.

"where are you heading?"

"Uncle Nick's with Maria, he promised a good old dessert for me and well, Maria wants to hang out with him too, so yeah. Do you wanna join?" He asked excitedly, as she shakes her head.

"It's alright, I got my work to do. But, bring back some cookies for me. Don't tell uncle Nick." She smiles slightly back at him, before he left her sight.

The note in hand, as she finishes up her work. The worksheet staring back at her, the science of mental cognition. One of the sub-topics of the day. The memories keep on flooding in, she hates being a zero. She hates the fact that she was born, she hates the fact that she couldn't be like maria and atlas. She wants to be a hero and not a zero. The resentment within her just slowly grows, she couldn't help but blaming it to her mom. The origin zero from what the teachers said, Maia Wiseman was the first case of pollard zero in Chicago. And that's how she became one, the guilt and the resentment mixed into one.

"Ari, c'mon - lunch is served." Atlas appears by the door inviting her with a warm smile. She couldn't help but felt a rush of anger because how could her brother got the powers instead of her. She has to worked hard her whole life so far, and she wasn't the chosen one.

'its not fair.' she mumbles once again with the crumpled paper being slipped into her pocket before making way down to the dining area.

"lunch is served." Maia says as Kent joins in by her side, with Atlas and Ariadne taking a seat the opposite of them.

"the recipes were courtesy of uncle Nick of course." Atlas chips in as they begin lunch, all four of them together.

"so, Ari - how was classes today?" Maia begins the conversation as she usually does, however today Apollo wasn't present to answer it for the other twin.

She looks up to her mom, grey gentle eyes staring back at her. She just stares back at her dish, somehow sighing quietly over it.

"is everything okay there sweetie?" Maia's expression changes in a second, as Ari just nods before taking a bite of the roasted chicken.

Atlas turned towards his sister, with a concerning look as well. The three of them have their eyes on her.

"stop looking at me, I swear I'm fine." She raises hee voice a little bit, making both of the parents taken aback by the action itself.

Maia turn to look at Kent, somehow for guidance. He nods, before saying.

"You can always tell us anything, you know that." A sigh escaped her lips again, before she took out the paper from her pocket passed it to Kent himself.

'too bad she's not a hero, only a zero.'

Maia repeated quietly, with a tinge of pain within her voice. Kent holds the paper in hand, before passing it towards a curious Atlas.m who gasped in surprised.

"who wrote this Ari?" He asked, as she crosses her arms looking at him with a glare.

"some kid in class passed it to me. And apparently I'm a zero too. It's not a coincidence brother."

"You're not a zero, sis." He says trying to console his little sister but, evidently fails at it over the scoff that escape her lips.

"I am a zero, it's been written in my birth certificate maybe. Who knows, but I am a zero. And it's not fair." She begins her outbursts, as Maia tries to take her hand, trying to calm the youngest in the family. Ari pulls her hand away, earning a hurt expression from her mother.

"it's not fair, how Atlas and Maria are the ones who got powers. It's not fair that I have live through a herd of dumb kids passing notes telling me I'm never gonna be the hero, mom. And it's all because of you, you made me a zero. You made me this way, and sometimes I wished I wasn't even born." She lets out the final outbursts, as the words cut sharper than a knife ever would. The table went quiet as the audible gasp can be heard from Maia herself, even Kent looked stunned by it. Atlas himself shakes his head in disapproving over what has happened, as Ari becomes quiet.

The next few moments, goes by so slow; only for Maia to excuse herself from the table. Kent quickly following her behind, as only Atlas and Ari were seated on the table. It goes by quietly. The silence were different than the ones she's used to. Atlas sighs before taking one more bite.

Maia takes the keys in hand, and stepped out of the door. She takes a deep breath, before making her way to the car. She starts the engine, turns the music up, and sits inside quietly. Everything happened too quickly. She couldn't process it, she couldn't even comprehend it. But, she remembers all of it. Her daughter's words to not be born, and how she was blamed too.

Her thoughts wander over the past, her past. How difficult it was for her to understand, she's a zero too. How the element of her zero made herself feels like a broken fracture. She grew up feeling broken and different, and how her mother left afterwards with Nick in care. She didn't blame Hope for it, she didn't blame anyone for it except herself. Her parents wouldn't know it, they wouldn't know that she would be a zero. But, today; having her own family; she's aware of the risk. She knows there's a chance of a pollard zero in the family, and the twins unfortunately was the recievers. She felt devastated hearing it the first time, she wouldn't wish this on anyone and especially to her children too.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the window. Kent stands there with a worried expression painted over his face. She unlocks the door before he steps into the passenger seat.

He passed her a packet of sweet that's been her favorite, as she takes it with a weak smile.

"thank you."

Kent nods, as he observes her. He never took his eyes away from her, before she stares back at him.

He gestures over the tear on her face, wiping it away with his thumb. As she looks down, she tries to smile at him; and it feels like the past staring back at them. A familiar sense of deja vu occurring as his hand stays there.

"She didn't mean it, love." He says quietly, just a prediction in his head. He hopes that his words could ease the sadness that's evident on his wife's face. They've been through a lot together, and he knows this is just a tiny bump on the road.

"she said, she doesn't want to be born. No child should ever said about themselves like that. And that means..." Maia went quiet, as the tears increase in volume. She knows deep down she did this to them, and she don't want to ran away from it. She wants to be there for them, something that her mother failed to do back then.

He nods in understanding. He's never been a man with a lot of words, but she knows this is helping. An encouragement, for all those years before that he has been there for her in every little and large storm they have endure. Those storms that could be ease by squeezes of his hand. One, two...three. He takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, and stays with her as the engine rattles while time keeps on moving for them.

After the dishes are cleared, the leftovers being stored properly. Atlas and Ariadne, can be seen at the living room.

"Ari, I just wanna know why did you say that?" Atlas asked as they both sat on the opposite sides of the couch.

Arianna scoffs at the tone of his voice,

"What? I'm not wrong ain't I? Because of mom - I'm a zero. You got to flaunt your powers like uncle Nicholas, and Maria got to predict the future. What do I get? Constant humiliation from the people in school because I'm a zero just like mom." That sharp outburst still remains, somehow a tinge of guilt slowly begin to slowly eat her up at the look of Atlas's face.

Atlas winced at the response, somehow wasn't expecting the answer. He expected an apology to say the least, which results into him shaking his head, and said.

"We'll talk about this later. You really have no idea how much words hurt do you? Mom is also a zero, keep that in mind. It's not her fault we are this way. It's not my fault; I got this powers. I didn't plan that my whole life would revolve around training with these powers." He sighs, before continuing.

" If I could give these powers to you - I could, I want but this isn't how it works. This isn't how the world works, that's what unfortunate. but, if I can wish for anything; I wanted you and Apollo to have this. So you can be heroes too. I need to make a phone call, but we will talk about this again soon." Atlas rubs his face, a sigh escaping his lips before he leaves the room - leaving her alone in the room, with the words from before stamped into her mind. The guilt begins to eat her up even more, as the front door was open wide by none other than Maia herself.

She found herself staring at Maia, as she presents a weak smile her way. Her dad following behind, as he makes his way to the back probably to check on the pups, while Maia takes her seat at the opposite of herself.

She wanted to say something, to start the conversation but Maia cuts her off.

"I wanna say something first, sweetie. First of all, I'm sorry. I never asked how you feel, I never knew that has been happening to you. It's actually the same thing that happened to me too."

Her eyes widened in surprise, "You were embarrassed by idiots as well when you're younger?"

Maia chuckles in response, and nods. "It was much worst than that, but I never linger onto those memories as much as I did today than 10 years ago. But, it was hard. Being different is hard, while everyone else tells stories about working in Unity, and being an agent. I have to stood there and fight the voices in my head, and it wasn't easy."

"Why is it hard to fight it, mom?" Her eyes looking anywhere but her, as Maia continues.

"Because, grandma left. I grew up with Uncle Nick by my side through it all, and he helped me...he saved me too in one ways a person can be saved." Her eyes widen in surprise at the revelation, Grandma Hope have visited them a lot with Grandpa John. They are fun to be around, but she didn't know how tough it was back then.

"I love grandma and grandpa, but I want to be better than what they did before. I wanted to be here for you and Apollo too, both of you can put your blame on me okay? It's true, because of me you're both like this. But that doesn't mean, it changes the value of your life. I want to be here to see you grow, because you can be a hero when you're a zero also sweetheart." Maia stops, as her hands were placed on the side of her hair, pulling Ariadne into a hug.

"All of you will always going to be our heroes, no matter what others say. Remember that okay?" Maia places a kiss on her forehead, before continuing the embrace. She founds a new profound of comfort within those words as the guilt continue to succumb her, but in time she'll say something. She believes her, maybe not truly; but that's something she could grow on.

Atlas and Kent stood by the kitchen, observing the two of them. A smile can be seen on Kent's face, a proud smile to be exact as Maia and Ariadne hugged.

"Mom's very good at this, right dad?"

"She is, always is." They both perk up, as Maia makes her way to the kitchen, while Atlas went to check on his little sister parting ways at the moment.

"So, how did it go?"

"I think we'll be okay, she's her own hero after all." Maia concludes with a small smile on her face, baby steps she thought would be something familiar to her. And she'll do it, no matter what it takes.

"We got enough heroes in our lives today, we will be." He says, as they both sat quietly, staring at the raindrops outside, slowly; as Maia takes a deep breath.

There's always going to be the storm before, the calm. Or maybe the other way around, but she is lucky that the calm is in the form of the love of her life, and her family. Always.

THE END.

tagging: @cadetzarneki @wayhavenots @maeflower @indorilnerevarine @stephschoices @kalanevans (I think that's all I can remember jdkdkd but, enjoyyy 🥹)

#alya writes #x: kent x maia #honestly this fic brings out my a sadness part ksksks idk is it the mommy issues maybe sobs #but enjoy enjoy *hides* byee

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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knjsagustd · 3 years

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either side of sunrise | jjk 01

“Are you okay?” Their owner says in slightly accented English. I look up, anxiety once again settling heavily in my stomach. My breath catches in my throat as I meet soft brown eyes filled with concern. Also there’s the fact that the person I just walked into is Jeon Jungkook. Logically I knew I was going to meet BTS tonight, what with them being the musical guest, but this really isn’t how I thought it was going to go. It really doesn’t help the whole anxiety-embarrassment cocktail I’ve got going on.

Before I can reply a harried looking tech is calling down the hall,

“Miss Kim-Wiseman, we need you backstage!

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→ idol!Jungkook x actress!OC (Aurora Kim-Wiseman)

→ w/c: 3.6k

→ warnings: discussions of mental health, therapy and time spent in psych wards.

→a/n: i just though i’d say that this takes place in world without the pandemic but somehow all media released since it started has been the same - suspension of disbelief.

My dressing room was too hot so now I’m just pacing up and down the corridor. Trying to refrain from picking at my nails - the lady who did them earlier would kill me. I hate talk shows. Especially when I’m alone. In my head I’m aware that the Graham Norton Show is probably the best one to fly solo on for the first time after everything. I feel more confident in front of a British audience. American hosts have a habit of asking invasive questions and making fun of my accent. Last year Ellen - who I’ve never particularly liked anyway - made a Braveheart reference and all that stopped me retaliating was my co-stars hand on my shoulder. Plus Maia, my agent, would have killed me. They also saved me from the awkward, invasive questions that American hosts so love. However, the fact that Graham Norton isn’t going to make ignorant or probing comments really doesn’t help the anxiety coiling in my stomach.

But that’s not what this is about. I take a deep breath, spinning on my heel to face the other direction. The Graham Norton Show has been a goal since my first audition. He’ll be nice. It’ll be fine. We’ll talk about some silly story from my past, I’ll say something about the new film and he’ll play a clip. Then all I have to do is sit there and look pretty. Maybe chime in with a funny comment occasionally. Easy.

Or so I tell myself. But the platitudes and counting of my fingers isn’t helping. On the surface it feels very ironic. An actress who breakdowns down at the idea of public speaking feels contradictory. But, as I remind anyone who questions it, I act so I don’t have to be myself. Something that seems even more important of late. Even if my therapist thinks it’s unhealthy. When calls me out I like to point out that if I wasn’t acting I might still be in the pysch ward. It’s a weird contradiction - this life put me there but I need it to survive. I need the escape.

My spiralling thoughts are stopped as I collide with a hard body. I reel back, cheeks burning.

“Oh my god, I’m so so sorry,” I splutter. Two large hands come to rest on my arms.

Before I can reply a harried looking tech is calling down the hall,

“Miss Kim-Wiseman, we need you backstage!”

Anxiety spikes through me. It must show on my face because Jungkook gives me a sympathetic smile as he steps to the side.

“Good luck,” he says, shooting me a thumbs up as I walk away. I swallow down the butterflies that start fluttering. This really isn’t the time or place, and he really isn’t the guy. For a plethora of reasons.

As I make my way back stage I take deep supposedly calming breaths. My therapist would be proud. Or at least a little bit pleased with my attempts towards healthy coping mechanisms. I can hear the audiences laughing and cheering in reply to Graham’s summary of the week. The other guests are lining up behind me, because of course I’m being introduced first. I think it’s a least to most famous situation, announcing me after any of them would just be disappointing. But I’m trying very hard not to think about how three are legends standing behind me. Trying not to feel like a lost child.

But then the stag manager is motioning me up the stage entrance and I can hear my introduction,

“Now,” Graham’s voice comes from the stage, in that definite tone British people use when they’re getting on track. “This actress made her triumphant return to our screens last year with the Emmy nominated Netflix drama ‘Gravity - and other things that bind us’ - quite the mouthful I know. But she’s here tonight to talk to us about her role as a modern revolutionary in Étre Libre. Please welcome Aurora Kim-Wiseman.”

I hope my walk onto the stage looks more confident than I feel. There’s cheering. Graham brings me into a quick hug of greeting complete with air kisses. I take my place on the far end of the sofa but remain standing as he introduces the other guests. Daniel Radcliffe smiles encouragingly as he shakes my hand, standing next to me. I almost turn into a stuttering mess as I meet Sandra Oh, who has always been one of my idols. But I get through the hug she gives me without incident. The final guest is Colin Firth, his handshake is firm, and smile polite. My only saving grace is that I don’t seem to be shaking. All in all I feel extremely out of place. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in this sort of company. I don’t know if I fit into it anymore.

Graham eases us into it, I take the opportunity to take a sip from the glass of water set out for me. Once again, I feel juvenile. My glass of water next to their glasses of whiskey and wine makes me wince. Even if I know I can’t drink alcohol it doesn’t stop me feeling like a child. I nod along with the story Colin Firth is telling. Laughing along with the others. Pretending my brain isn’t in overdrive.

“And, Aurora, you’re quite the BTS fan aren’t you?”

All eyes turn to me, and I hope I don’t look too much like a deer in the headlights.

“Uh, yeah. I actually saw them live last year when I was visiting family in Korea.”

“And do you have a - what do the young people call it - a bias?”

What I hope is, a dignified laugh falls from me. Graham is really throwing me in the deep end. All the anxiety from the hallway comes rushing back in for a moment. I take a shaky breath before answering. Hoping it just looks like I’m still laughing a little bit.

“Oh, considering that they’re backstage and I’ve reached my embarrassment quota for today, I think I’ll keep that to myself,” I say, hoping it seems like I’m in on the joke.

Am I blushing? It feels like my cheeks are burning. Graham and the others guests are laughing. Daniel Radcliffe shoots me a grin before leaning forward conspiratorially.

“Well, I’m sure my partner won’t hold it against me when I say mine is Jin, who doesn’t love Mr World Wide Handsome?”

That has everyone laughing and cheering again. Graham is playfully trying to get everyone to calm down. I manage to mouth thank you to Daniel. He shrugs a little before leaning back, draping his arm over the back of the sofa. He’s looking out for me, I forgot that he knows what it’s like. The whole child star who fell apart thing. We just didn’t do it as publicly as some people.

With that Graham turns back to Colin Firth and I can breathe.

I’m called on again during Colin Firth’s segment. He’s promoting Mamma Mia 3 and Graham is talking about our varying musical ability. Sandra Oh told everyone about her refusing to sing in the musical episode of Grey’s Anatomy. According to her, that was ‘probably for the best’. Daniel, of course, was on Broadway. Which leaves me.

“Aurora, you’re musical too aren’t you?”

“A little bit,” I reply noncommittally. Graham smiles and the familiar anxiety is twisting in my gut.

“Come now, don’t be modest. A little birdie told me you are quite the virtuoso, playing guitar, ukulele and piano alongside singing. Don’t lie, there’s video evidence.”

For a moment I hate my co-stars on Gravity. But I just smile and nod.

“I guess, but only in my bedroom or when my friends get me drunk. You should be glad I didn’t do the Disney singing career thing,” I laugh. The audience does too, which is comforting. With that the focus returns to Colin Firth.

I’m largely left alone while Graham makes his way through the other guests. Sandra Oh talks about the new season of Killing Eve. All I can do is hope that the full extent of my admiration doesn’t show through on my face. I’ve accepted that trying to hide it completely is futile. Maybe people will think it’s endearing. Daniel Radcliffe is here to promote the Old Vic’s production of ‘Waiting for Godot’. Beckett has never been my favourite playwright but the production Daniel describes seems at least interesting. Which is more than I can say for how I feel about most Beckett plays. The audience laughs at some rehearsal story and Graham swivels his chair to better look at me.

“Now, Aurora Kim-Wiseman,” he says my name emphatically, drawing out each syllable as though they’re important, “you are here to talk to us about a phenomenal film, ‘Être Libre’. It showed at Cannes, where your performance was especially lauded, and premieres in London next week with worldwide theatrical release following.”

I try not to blush or smile too hard at the memory of the Cannes reviews. I hadn’t been as confident as Rebecca, the director. Not that I thought we’d be panned, I just didn’t think we’d be the talk of the festival, in a positive way. Rebecca put her heart and soul into the film, her first major production, and she was so sure it was going to succeed. I also put my everything into it, but I was very worried about the film community’s reaction to a film directed by a relatively unknown woman of colour and featuring a twenty year old half-Korean Scottish ex-child actor (fresh off a mental breakdown) as the lead. It didn’t really matter that I was nominated for an Emmy for Gravity. I didn’t think people would take it seriously. So the positive reviews at Cannes - some already suggesting oscars - really helped.

“You play the protagonist Lily Park, a university student who gets caught up in a revolutionary group, tell us more.”

I relax. This is something I can do. Talking about films is about the only thing I feel confident doing without a character and script. It helps that I love Être Libre so much. My therapist used to get exasperated when I would spend our time talking about it to avoid discussing the issues that I meant to talk about. So I give Graham the premise of present day dystopian society (a global pandemic hit the world hard and gave rise to totalitarian governments), a revolutionary group of students and my character who gets caught up in it because of her idiot brother.

“And what was it like to play this character, she was quite different from previous roles, wasn’t she?”

“Yeah she was,” I pause for a second, gathering my thoughts. “It was quite hard. Lily is a lot more like me than, say, Ava from Gravity. She’s unsure, scared of a lot of things - that’s what we share - but I also really admire her. She stands up for what she believes in, no matter how scary it is, and never looks away when people need her. I found playing her to be quite empowering in many ways but it’s also difficult for me to play characters that I’m similar to. However, it was nice to use my normal accent, I saved money on the dialect coach.”

That earns me a laugh from the audience. Graham smiles encouragingly, it makes me feel like I’m doing well. If I were getting graded on this interview I feel like I’m safely in the B category, B plus if I’m being generous. Which a totally normal thing to think about and definitely not something I should talk to my therapist about.

“You filmed on location in Glasgow, largely, didn’t you? What was that like?”

“Oh it was great . A few of my old friends are at uni there, and those that aren’t are like an hour train away, so I was able to spend a lot of time with them and my family which was a nice change.”

“Not that you had much time -” I nod, along to Graham’s words “- I’ve heard you barely had enough time to sleep.”

And he taps his keyboard and there’s a picture of me curled up on a horrible sofa. I groan internally. He taps the keyboard again and I’m asleep with my head on a shoulder, its owner is cropped out. I can work out from the costumes, I remember the day of filming, that it belongs to Steven, who played my brother. I laugh as another comes up where I’m wrapped in an excessively fluffy blanket in what seems to be a room full of costumes. Graham turns back to us.

“Apparently it became a game to see who could get the best pictures of you sleeping without them knowing.”

I laugh,

“So I found out at the wrap party when they gave Ren an award.”

Once the audience finishes laughing Graham picks his cards back up. He taps them emphatically against his knee before continuing.

“Right, well, we do have evidence that you do more than sleep. This clip comes near the climax of the film as you argue with your brother about your involvement with the revolutionaries, and here it is.”

The lights dim, Graham turns on his chair, and the clip starts playing. It’s only a thirty second clip, but I still hold my breath. It’s an intense scene. Steven and I hugged a lot in between takes, making sure the other was okay. The me on the screen is filled with righteous fury. I remember how exhausted I felt after filming - I probably found the first comfortable spot I could and fell asleep - but powerful. That’s one thing I can say about Être Libre, it made me feel powerful.

The clip ends and the crowd applauds, I blush. Graham reiterates when the film releases in cinemas before moving on. There’s some miscellaneous discussion. Daniel tells a funny story. I try to listen but the adrenaline of making it through my part of the interview without messing up or being sick is pounding through my ears. I only manage to draw my focus completely back in as Graham’s voice lifts above the audience’s laughter.

“Right, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve kept you waiting long enough. Back on this stage it’s the biggest boy band in the world, here to perform their latest smash hit ‘Dynamite’, please welcome BTS!”

The cheers from the crowd are deafening as the lights go down on our parts of the stage and up on the performance section. With zero abandon I stand to watch. Sandra Oh moves to stand next to me.

“You did really well,” she says, patting my arm. “Do you mind if I get my agent in touch with yours, there’s a project I’m working on that I think you would be perfect for. ”

I swallow the lump form in my throat and once again hope my nerves don’t show through.

“Th- thank you. N- no, I don’t mind.”

She smiles at me as Jungkook starts singing.

“You’re doing amazing, be more confident.” With that she squeezes my arm comfortingly before turning her full attention to the performance.

Seeing them in Seoul with my cousin was amazing. The energy that buzzed through the stadium was infectious. I got to be just a random girl in the crowd. Largely because my cousin and I were planted right in the middle of the standing section, anonymous in the crush. Partially because I was never that popular in South Korea - the shows I worked in before everything never really took off there. (And, if my Halmi’s words are anything to go by, not Korean enough for people there to care.) But this is different. More intimate. And the fact that when he isn’t singing, or the focus of the cameras, Jungkook’s gaze keeps meeting mine isn’t helping the butterflies in my stomach. I’m dancing along, it’s kind of impossible not to, trying to keep it to a small bounce or shimmy. Colin Firth is laughing. Then he’s offering to twirl me. I laugh and accept. It’s like dancing with my dad. Which is really weird to say about Colin Firth.

It’s a standing ovation as the song finishes. I thank Colin for the dance through laughs as we go back to our seats. BTS walks over. Jimin is whispering something in a blushing Jungkook’s ear. RM looks like he’s herding cats as he motion for them to hurry up. They make their way down the sofa shaking each of our hands and bowing. I bow back, earning smiles from them. Graham ushers them into their seat. Suga, Jin, J-Hope and V sit on stools behind the sofa, while Jungkook, RM and Jimin slide in next to me. Somehow, and given the others’ smiles and RM’s eye rolling I don’t think it was accidental, Jungkook ends up next to me.

“Hello again,” he says quietly as they settle.

“Hi,” I manage to get out. I hope I’m not blushing. The last thing I need is for pictures of me mooning over BTS to go viral. Jungkook’s smile widens, he does a sweet little head bob before giving Graham his full attention.

“So I have met most of you, but for the uninitiated or those who have been living under a rock, why don’t you introduce yourselves.”

So they do - with Graham fawning over Jimin who he didn’t get to meet last time BTS were on the show - and the interview continues. They talk about their new album, the tour and life in general. Well, RM does most of the talking, as happens in their English language interviews. It’s not as exciting as being given a shirt by Whoopi Goldberg. I struggle to keep a straight face as Jin leans over and says so to Suga, in Korean, just loud enough for me to hear. Jungkook looks at me surprised as I, expertly if I say so myself, turn the laugh into nothing more than a short, hard, breath out of my nose. For a moment he regards me suspiciously before looking away. My speaking Korean isn’t exactly a secret. It’s just not a well known fact unless you look at my wikipedia page. If he wants to assume I don’t understand their side comments, that’s on him.

Graham wraps up the show, thanking us and reeling off next week’s guests. The crowd cheers, we all wave. I smile, leaning backing to Jin and say,

“I’m sure Daniel would give you his shirt if you asked,” in Korean. A laugh rips from Jungkook while Jin looks a little stunned but keeps waving.

The next time someone talks to me is after we’ve all left the stage. I’m shaking a little bit as I see Maia, my manager, beckoning towards me. Someone calls my name from behind me. Maia sighs and points towards my dressing room before heading towards it herself. Nodding I turn.

“Uh… hey?” A flushed Jungkook is smiling down at me.

“Hi,” I reply. The blush on his cheeks makes me feel a bit better about the one I know is creeping onto mine. He rubs the back of his neck nervously. It’s so stupid endearing. The butterflies come back with a vengeance. Sound stalls in his throat as he opens his mouth to speak. I bite my lip, feeling incredibly awkward. Clearly he didn’t have much of a plan after saying hello. Swallowing down the butterflies I grasp for something to say.

“Your performance was amazing,”I venture, in Korean. Jungkook beams, dipping his head a little bit.

“Thank you. You were really great up there too, you had nothing to worry about.”

“Yah, can we pretend I didn’t almost mow you over in my anxiety haze?”

He laughs.

“No, I don’t think so. I’m going to treasure that memory forever.”

I tut good naturedly at him. He smiles, crinkling his eyes, before continuing.

“I’m sorry if this is too much or anything but I was wondering if I could, uh, maybe have a way to contact you? Like not through our managers.”

It comes out in a bit of a rush. I’m blushing furiously while Jungkook looks so shy and earnest. I debate giving my phone number international fees are a bitch. But I’m nodding.

“I have a private instagram, would that work? It’s just phones are tricky and I can’t think of anything…” I trail off as Jungkook holds out his arm and a marker, nodding eagerly.

After writing my private handle on his forearm, trying not to dwell on the fluttering in my chest as I touch him, we part with an awkward head nod. As I walk towards my dressing room I ignore the whoops behind me. At least with my back to them they can’t see my dopey smile.

Maia is waiting for me, a knowing smile on her face. She congratulates me as she helps me unzip the dress. While I pull on my normal clothes, only half listening to Maia’s rundown of the evening, an instagram notification pops up on my phone.

(roryborealis): @_gguk has requested to follow you

#bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook x oc #fic:esos #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fanfic

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thedeadthree · 3 years

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🦋 — a loving text for Elin! Hehe

ALYAA BELOVED i literally adore you so much ur the sweetest ever ✨🥺 thank you for the ask lovely!

ELIN WISEMAN

— 🦋 a loving text

kent the loveliest thing about u is that u have thoroughly made peace w tht we are now co parenting the girls and other than ur face that’s the cutest. lov u

oc texting starters

#🌜: alya #anotherbeingsworld #anything for the number one in the we love elin and kent zarneki society ✨😌!#THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE ASK YOUR THE SWEETEST FRIEND ✨🥺!#they’re super duper without a doubt in anyone’s or their own minds married and we love them for that!#elin being sappy is like ‘your blessed to be dating me’ and sappy lovesick ‘i think your pretty’#WE LOVE A WISEMAN. A WISEMAN WITH RANGE ✨😌!#girls got range babey!#leg.ocs #leg.asks #c. elin wiseman #if. mind blind #t. text #mind blind #im literally this close to writing the au with elin and maia as besties i adore them so much ✨😖!#IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE OH MY GOD BUT THANK U AGAIN FOR THE ASK BB ✨🤧#my mental health got BAD this past week bc of work stress so i had to take an impromptu break :’)#but I’m back! and catching up on the things I’ve missed LIKE U AND YALL ✨😖

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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FLAWS STRENGTHS AND SKILLS (bonus edition!)

this is purely self indulgent bc i made one too many extra banners and i love these bbs so we’re doin this again ✨😌!

TAGGING: anyone that would like to do this! @ me if you do i wanna see ✨🥺

(x.x)

bold= always, italics= sometimes

— ELIN WISEMAN, mind blind

FLAWS

STRENGTHS

SKILLS & HOBBIES

— YURIY WASIOWSKA, vampire the masquerade

FLAWS

STRENGTHS

SKILLS & HOBBIES

— NATASYA KRYGIN, fallout 4

FLAWS

STRENGTHS

SKILLS & HOBBIES

— ALARIC ALEXANDER, fallout

FLAWS

STRENGTHS

SKILLS & HOBBIES

#leg.ocs #c. elin wiseman #c. yuriy wasiowska #c. natasya krygin #c. alaric alexander #yelena brings out the best in him and it shows ✨😌#and she reminds him of this a LOT ✨😌! you owe her alaric!#yelena when they started dating: this is your badness level #the black widow named nat we stan here is natasya krygin asdfkdk ✨😌#YURIY HAS FINALLY BEEN INTRODUCED ✨😌#hes the king ventrue himbo! all hail the ventrue himbo!#my favorite boy my beloved boy #ELINNNNNN it’s the cutest wiseman!#alya kent and maia and i adore u miss elin SO MUCH you are LOVED BB! loved!#insert modeling and runway as her hobby as that was a DREAM job for her ✨🥺#elin do as ur heart desires paris fashion week would be HONORED to have u bb ✨😌#if. mind blind #s. vampire the masquerade #s. fallout #long post

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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🌙 from the emoji asks for Elin and Mina! 💕

ALYAAAA dearly beloved! I hope you’re doing well lovely! and happy new year! im immensely grateful to have met as sweet of a soul as you! THANK YOU SWEET FRIEND for your always kind words and for your support and friendship it genuinely means so much! i adore u! AND THANK U FOR THE ASK LOVELY!

🌙- what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

— ELIN WISEMAN, mind blind

elin is known for her ambitious personality and that goes hand in hand with having more than a few big wishes! seeing her brother her saint, the best brother in all known media nay the universe nicholas wiseman, alive and well and back in his body again! being able to visit the louvre in paris! (*COUGH* kent!), speaking of kent! two words: bali. wedding. hehe :) ! being with her loved ones and knowing they’re happy and safe and healthy! that's her greatest wish! for herself as well it’s maybe that there won’t be any more cases where her mind will be controlled again especially not in the way that it was, it really was one of the worst times in her life having to relive that again. she knows that it isn’t easy to block out her brainwaves but maybe? just maybe, she can have her mind as her own you know?

— MINA MORGANTHAU, when twilight strikes

mina has had many wishes, many have been set aside more than anything due to her pressure to meet the expectations of her family legacy! she wants WISHES more than anything to set her own course and to be recognized for that! she isn’t her family name, she isn’t trying to be the ones who came before her, that’s not why she became a hunter! why she is there! she’s here to set the standard for MINA, not the van helsing name! not the murray name! and that her family and peers recognize that!

OC EMOJI ASKS

#sylv and mina having more creme brulee trips to the roof is a huge dream too hehe! BESTIES BESTIES THE MOST DEAR #🌛: alya #anotherbeingsworld #leg.asks #leg.ocs #c. elin wiseman #c. mina morganthau #if. mind blind #if. when twilight strikes #t. text #ALYAA BELOVED THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE ASK AHH #and happy new year lovely! i hope ur year is as lovely as you hun!#little dreamers and their little wishes my BABIES #elin wants her brother to be okay and her friends and family happy and safe as well!#her and kenzie thriving with the girls! going on trips! seeing the louvre! being soulmates u know? CUTE #all the driving trips with miss maia! MAYBE SEEIN THE MET GOING TO CUTE SHOPS AND LISTENIN TO GOOD TUNESS #the best for the best girls!#mina would also like to spend her days with kian somewhere that neither could be bothered by his favors and her work #and families expectations! being in each others company u know? UGH I LOVE THEM

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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🎄🎁🎬 for miss Elin and ⛄️🎇🔔 for miss Edelgard! feel free to leave off any if it's too many! 😊

hi vale!!!!! i hope ur doing well lovely! eeeeek your so sweet thank you so much for asking about my babies! and a safe and happy holidays to you hun! ✨🎄🤍 (this got LONG so eddies will be under the cut!)

❄️OC FESTIVE ASKS❄️

ELIN WISEMAN, mind blind

🎄- how is this character as a decorator? do they enjoy putting up decorations? do they like everything to look just perfect, or do they have a more eclectic/chaotic aesthetic with their decorations? when do they decorate?

she acts like she’s not really thrilled about the holidays most of the time, it’s a time where most people cozy up with their families, and given the state of her family at the moment it’s not a season she feels the most thrilled about. But Nick gets excited so Elin puts an effort for his sake! she knows it’s bc they spend more time together bc he’s at home! she’s not much of a decorator but all that nonchalance goes out the WINDOW when she’s asked to redecorate. you know how she’s VERY opinionated when it comes to fine art or avocado toast right? she’s that way with decorations as well! will turn into a pro art critic at a moments notice ✨😌! she kind of stands and DIRECTS the decorating? she gets a bit spooked she’s going to fall off a ladder or drop an ornament so she prefers to just direct nick to where she thinks thinks will look best. definitely likes to take advantage of all the green and pop in some silver decorations here and there! before the incident her dad and brother liked to decorate the moment December first came but now it’s like maybe a week or so before when he gets time off is when she decorates!

🎁- what kinds of gifts does this character like to receive? what is the best gift that they’ve ever been given? what are they hoping to get this year?

material things are always fun! she enjoys clothes, shoes, bags, matcha making kits, avocados so she can recite the “ITS AN AVOCADO THANKS” vine, stuff like toys and outfits for annie and cass, tickets to art museums that she can go on dates with kent with *cough cough*, anything that shows she means something to you and that you KNOW was meant for her because only people that GET her would? and of course quality time with those she loves the most either going out or staying in is fine! just like making an effort is what means the most for her! kent zarneki coming in to her life looking like a byronic piece was the best gift she ever got the best gift she ever got was probably her brother honestly, the holidays are always ROUGH for her but he makes an effort FOR her, and has been in her corner since everything that happened and it’s SAPPY but it really was the best gift for her :’). a wedding ring from kenzie she’s hoping to get this year her brother healthy again and to take a nice trip to bali trip to new york to see the met and to celebrate new years with her friends and loved ones, she deserves a nice vacation you know?

🎬- what is/would be this characters favorite christmas movie?

i would say it would be a christmas carol the 1938 version! it’s a classic and she always appreciates how much art goes into making old hollywood movies as it paved the way for modern movies ✨☺️

EDELGARD VANDERWEYDEN, the fernweh saga

⛄️- when does this character get excited for the holidays? do they even get excited?

unfortunately the holidays season is the one time a year she dreads the most. she books to the brim performances, rehearsals, etc during this season to keep her busy and spend the least time in it. like elin this is a time where families get together and spend time with family and loved ones and, well, she doesn’t have that. she does but her family in europe is VERY into the holidays but more for appearances, everything is formal and there’s parties and traditions and planned outings and dinners and it’s all very MUCH and stuffy and it didn’t help much getting her to appreciate the season. when her and reese get together she’ll cut back on her workload to spend time with him bc ooo cute she admits she likes him FINALLY but she’d prefer to have celebrations be just them and being in each other’s company! (but she still sees her family in europe and of course he’s got parties so bc she loves him and her family she’ll endure them and actually enjoys it now that she has him ✨🥺)

🎇- what does this character do to celebrate the new year? do they make resolutions?

she usually flies to visit her family in cologne in germany or amsterdam in the netherlands and spend the new year with them! brings beckett along and soon reese hehe! 🤍 she actually likes new years more because it’s her optimistic side hoping for better things to come :) and and she doesn’t! why wait for january when you can just… do the things you set out to achieve is sort of how she feels? after her parents passing she makes no haste for things anymore so that may be why ✨🥺

🔔- what is their favorite christmas song? which one can they not stand?

it would definitely be piano versions of christmas songs that are her favorite! her favorite to play is what child is this? it’s beautiful and melancholic and sounds wonderful on the piano. her lack of love for the season shows here the most because most songs are maybe not what she can’t STAND but wish that she didn’t hear until the end of the year if she can help it ✨🤧

#hiiii! i hope your doing well! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK i appreciate u so much! ✨🥺#🌫: vale #galacticvales #leg.asks #leg.ocs #leg.txt #c. elin wiseman #c. edelgard vanderweyden #if. mind blind #if. the fernweh saga #this ask game came at the perfect time since im sick in bed so thank you!#this sinus infection is taking me OUT i tell y’all ✨🥺#kenzie prepare yourself for art critic elin ✨🤧#KIDDING actually it’s kind of hilarious that she’s the total opposite when decorating with kent #you know the oh dear oh gorgeous meme? SHES that with kent ✨🥴#and nick is over there like EXCUSE ME ✨🥺 and she’s like THESE DECORATIONS ARENT GONNA PLACE THEMSELVES NICK ✨😠#oh sweetie your doing great kenzie! ✨☺️#keep nick in your thoughts ✨🤧 BUT SHE DOES LOVE HIM SO MUCH OKAY and she really would do the most for her brother bc he does for her ✨🥺#and @ alya she is the way with kent with maia too ✨😌#is the oh dear oh gorgeous your doing amazing sweetie ✨🥺#long post #I ALSO HOPE THATS IN CHARACTER FOR NICK ✨🤧 bc this hc lives in my head now rent free it’s so cute ✨🤧 I LOVE THOSE SIBS!

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