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Voretober 29 - Hazard

Length: 1900 words Vore type: M/M, oral vore Fandom: None Other info: willing prey, feral snake pred, implied digestion Summary: A snake tries to nap on a golf course, and, somehow, gets a meal out of it.

Ssint wiggled his long, sinuous body, burying himself just a bit deeper in the sand. He had been hesitant to leave the safety of the woods, but the pit of sand, located fortuitously amid an otherwise uniform space of gentle, rolling green hills, was a warm and welcome change from the cool shade of the surrounding forest. And luckily, neither hungry harpy willing to risk their life nor passing dragon appeared in the sky as he'd made his move. He flicked his tongue out; his surroundings were strangely sterile of rodents and birds, but the scent of humans and their ilk was thick, along with metal. Of no matter; Ssint would simply have to stay aware of their movements.

…well, somewhat aware. He was pretty well-hidden, he had to admit, his golden-brown hide against the yellow-white sand. And with the pleasant heat, it was sorely tempting to nap so soon on finding his new spot. The serpent yawned, stretching his jaws and setting his lower ones back into place against each other-

Before he could finish closing them, something small and hard flew directly into his throat, its speed forcing it easily a foot deep. Ssint drew his head back - partly from the blow, but also in panic. Was he under attack? Was that just a small, very stupid bird? His forked tongue shot out again, wiggling up and down, as he tasted for any useful differences. In his mouth, a somewhat grassy taste had appeared, likely with the strange object. And the scent of humans - no, human and catfolk - grew stronger.

Ssint lowered his head when he realized what that meant; unfortunately, he did so right as an orange, striped cat lady appeared over the hill, along with a human man in strange, checker-patterned attire. The tiger pointed at him, and with growing dread, Ssint watched as they approached.

They stopped at the border to the sandy area, and from his hiding-place just barely covered by the sand, Ssint saw that the tiger, rather than being nude, wore a dress patterned like her fur would be, and the human wielded a thin, metal club. Did he intend to use that on him? He could only catch snippets of their whispered conversation:

"Just … two stroke …" the catfolk led.

"Nonsense … need to find … hidden."

"Do you not see the snake?!" she hissed, louder than the rest.

"Oh … idea," the human whispered back before taking a step forward. In a more audible voice, he addressed Ssint. "Excuse me, my good snake. Did you happen to see where my ball landed? It flew this way, but I lost sight of it over the green."

Ssint briefly debated pretending he didn't hear them, or that he didn't exist, but they definitely knew he was there. So, he raised his head out of the sand, shaking the grains off. "Er, I don't think so? What did it look like?"

The man held the fingers in his free hand apart a small amount - a similar size to the thing that had intruded on his throat. "It would've been about this big, white, covered in dimples. Going moderately quick, if I may toot my own horn."

"Hard to the touch?"

The tiger stared at her companion in disbelief. "You hit him?!" she said, exasperated.

"It's not like I was aiming for the sand trap!" he replied. This seemed to mollify her as he turned back to Ssint. "Er, yes. I'm terribly sorry; I hope I didn't strike anything vital?"

"Not… really?" The snake undulated his body, this time ascending from his hiding place; the tiger's eyes widened, and she took a step back. He gestured with the tip of his tail to a spot just before his stomach. "It went pretty directly down my throat, feels like it's around here."

"…I don't suppose you could give it back?" the man asked.

The catfolk tugged at his arm. "Just drop a new one and take the penalty! Before this snake… I dunno, but he's big!"

Ssint shook his head. "The ball's not big enough."

"C'mon, Rin, you know I always play it where it lies if possible," he remarked to the tiger, then addressed Ssint again, "could I follow it down and try to knock it out from there?"

Ssint looked him over. He'd eaten bigger without problem. But… "Disgorging meals is pretty uncomfortable, and really time-consuming to do safely, and I suspect miss… Rin? would want me to do that for you. So I'd rather not."

"I could treat you to a bigger meal after," the man said, at the same time Rin replied, "no, you can keep him."

This startled both Ssint and the man, but the tiger ignored the snake and stared her friend back down with a level gaze. "I still want to go to the party after this. So, Ter, mister "the recall ball is too expensive," you can either take the penalty strokes or pay for a rez, because I'm not waiting for you to go in and out of a giant snake just for the possibility of saving one stroke on a game we're playing for fun." Her tail lashed behind her, and Ssint swore she started to bear her fangs more as she continued.

Ter pulled a watch from his pocket, then nodded. "Rin, you're absolutely right. You did say you wanted to finish up for that, and I lost track of time. Though, er, could we pick this game up another day, maybe even tomorrow?"

Rin brightened. "Yes! Great! Good idea, let's just start on this hole next time, and-"

"Wonderful!" The man handed Rin the metal club, hopped down into the sandy pit, and approached Ssint's head. "Mind if I get my head and hands in last? I figure I'll have to do this like billiards." He lifted one foot out of his shoes and held it out to the snake.

"What?!" Rin shouted in disbelief. Ssint, operating largely on automatic instinct, swirled around Ter and lifted him in a couple powerful coils. It wasn't until he had the man all but immobilized and inches from his jaws that he paused and looked at the two. Ter, looking over Ssint's coils, nodded. Rin, however, had one hand against her face. "Rilla's whiskers… fine. Be my guest."

Ssint opened wide and guided the man's feet and ankles directly into his throat. He tasted of sand and sweat and cotton, or at least his clothes did. It was an odd experience. Not from the taste - a number of other humans, and even an elf once, had wandered from the grassy area into the forest, and from there into Ssint's jaws - but from his utter lack of struggling even while he still breathed. Or, near lack of struggling, but even still, Ter only pulled at his arms; his spine and legs stayed relatively very still. Ssint worked his jaws further up the human's legs, his lower jaw stretching to accommodate the growing thickness.

"Uh, good snake, would you mind freeing my arms? I'd like them over my head," Ter requested. For any fighting prey, Ssint would have immediately squeezed him harder, possibly even crushing the bones in his arms and ribs. But Ter… wanted to be eaten, for some reason. Another swallow carried his snout up to Ter's hips. The snake loosened his grip, before his own throat pulled the human's hands in and trapped them there.

The man yanked one arm up, then the other, and struggled no more. His rear slid easily past the snake's jaws, and just like that, Ssint had over half of him. The snake unwound all but one loop around Ter's upper arms, and ate faster; he was confident he was safe, but that was no reason to dawdle when there was food to be had. More and more of his scales stretched to allow his meal's body deeper, and Ter wore a flesh lined, yellow-scaled suit up to his chest, then his neck. Ssint freed his arms from the last loop, and confined much more of him in his gullet.

As the taste of Ter's hair laid across Ssint's tongue, the human called out to Rin, "pass me the club, would you? Don't think I can grab it from inside." The tiger passed him the tool, and his next words were for Ssint, "swallow away, good snake! But, if you wouldn't mind keeping your body straight and mouth open, that would make things easier."

Arms, of course, were not that difficult to swallow, nor the even thinner club; as the metal slid into the snake's throat, Ssint took the time to readjust his lower jaw once again. And then, with a final swallow, the outside world couldn't see the man or his club, except for as a lumpy bulge in his neck, and soon his stomach. Intentionally or not, Rin verified this fact by peering into Ssint's still-open mouth. "Yep, there he goes. Silly man."

She stood and stretched, then walked over to where Ter had stopped moving deeper. With a curled finger, so as not to scratch him, she prodded the snake's thickened gut. "This is beyond stupid, I hope you know."

"Ah-hah!" Ter exlaimed, albeit muffled by the layers of muscle, scale, and fat around him. Ssint felt him move around inside - again, it wasn't strange for struggles to be weak, but it was odd for them to not be struggles. After another brief moment of stillness, the human-turned-meal jolted; a second later, the strange, hard object from earlier flew from Ssint's jaws. Or, well, rolled gently. It quickly picked up sand, rolled downhill, and came to a stop against Ssint's tail, near one side of the pit.

Rin carefully stepped over the human-sized lump of scales and stared at the ball. Ssint watched her. After a couple seconds, she leapt to the grassy edge in one bound, then turned to face the snake. "Oh, a word of advice: don't rest in these. Nice as they may seem, enough golfers are bad enough that you'll get walked on a lot."

"Oh, really?" Ssint gathered his body out of the sand a bit more, when an idea struck him. "By the way, Rin, would you like to join your friend?"

"Hm?"

"Well, I know you don't want to waste time, but I have room in my stomach, and wonder if you'd like to spend an hour or two digesting."

The tiger lady snickered, then burst out laughing. Infectious as it was, Ssint joined in, too, giggling at his own joke. Once she'd recovered, Rin stood up and wiped a tear from her eye. "Man, I must be tired if that one gets me. But no, snake, I'll let Ter spend that time on his own. See you tomorrow - or not, if you wind up not staying there."

As she walked away, Ssint looked over to the tree line. If what she said was true, it would be worth it to head back… but he was also weighed down by a human who was growing increasingly fidgety as his stomach acids started to seep into his skin. So, with a series of wiggles, Ssint gradually buried himself again, and resolved to move… later.

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greenlitess · 1 year

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Crash Course.

pairing: johnny suh x reader

genre: fluff

tags: rich!johnny, spoiled!johnny

warnings: n/a

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: johnny isn’t really interested in golf like his father is-- at least, until you show up attempting to do your job and have him completely enraptured.

“Come on, Johnny, at least try to look a little more excited about the most intricate sport invented. It’s not gonna kill you— you might even end up liking it once you get the hang of it!”

Johnny offered a heavy sigh, shaking his head lightly with a chuckle that says everything but actual humor. He had been avoiding this … getting together for weeks, but his luck had ran out when his excuses did, and the next thing he knew, his dad had rented a cart at his favorite course. Apparently, he was a ‘regular’ and ‘everyone loved him’. Johnny is sure it’s not so much as genuine care so much as love for the amount of cash that he forked over, but he wasn’t about to tell his dad that when he also forked cash over to him.

“Mmm. You know.. golf isn’t really my speed, Dad.”

“Psh, you said that about basketball too. And rugby. And you excelled in both. You’re getting older too, so who’s to say you don’t need a sport like this.” His dad easily retorts(he supposed that where he got it from), patting the cart seat. Johnny takes a slow, reluctant seat after adjusting his linen shirt and making sure all of the important bits were properly inside the seat. He has to laugh a bit at his dad, because of course he had a point– he’d denounced both sports, despite how bored he was, and multiple trophies later… well, that spoke for itself. He hadn’t really played either seriously since college, but even quick pick-up games showed how much of an athlete he could be.

He didn’t consider golf athletic in the slightest– just another sport to show off how rich people spent their time– aka, his father. But it had been a while since they had spent quality time together, and the weight of being in his father's shoes sooner than later is heavy on his shoulders.

He wasn’t necessarily rich– yet. But he would be. And while he may not have the… want to play a sport like golf, the least he could was learn for the future. Nothing mattered but networking, anyway– and golf was one of the best ways to do it, according to the old man.

Somewhere between being deep in thought they had arrived at the first hole, and Johnny braced himself for the lectures he was about to hear as he stood up a bit straighter. Luckily, the weather is perfect; the sun shining with a slight overcast that slowly warms up the skin without being blistering. He did like good weather– maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

And truthfully, it really wasn’t. His dad was a good teacher, even if he was a bit wordy about it all. It was all in the wrists he loved to reiterate, over and over again, and while his first few hits had been definitely dead ducks, it wasn’t long before he was getting the hang of it, the movement of repeatedly swinging the club starting to become muscle memory as quickly as anything remotely requiring movement on his end did. Soon, balls that were moving only a few were moving several, and when his first ball floated, er, somewhere(he was blinded by the sun), he couldn't help the genuineness that appeared on his face as his dad patted his back.

Soon, he’s as loose as they come. They’re almost done with their path for the day, and he can… confidently be proven wrong with the enjoyment of spending time with his dad.

“How about a drink break, yeah?” His dad is calling out as he walks to their cart, and Johnny offers a soft nod as another cart, this time adorning a young woman( the only woman he had even seen outside, actually, which was mind boggling, frankly, but whatever), comes to a slow rolling stop.

You step off the cart with ease, the tennis skirt you adorn still perfectly white as always, perfectly paired with a pair of pearly white socks and shoes, and the baby blue collared tucked in as if you were a professional in this sort of thing.

Johnny tries not to stare as he picks the golf ball from the hole he had just managed to land, but it’s hard when the light seems to radiate from behind you like an angel. He’s confused for a few reasons; why someone so beautiful had managed to land themselves here in this moment… and even more confused when his father starts to make his way towards you as if you’re old friends.

In a way perhaps you were, though you wouldn’t call it that. He was a regular, just as regular as you were being a cart girl on a Thursday afternoon, so your paths crossed often.

Lucky him.

Your voice rings clear as you greet Mr. Suh, offering a bright smile that Johnny would swear is brighter than the sun, and several are pieced together at once. He walks up as if his legs are no longer really in his own control. Mr. Suh speaks of course, as Johnny offers a soft nod your way, to which you return.

“Oh, yes. This is my son, Johnny. Finally was able to drag him from his job to join the old man in the greatest sport in the world!”

Johnny sticks his hand out, but his eyes don’t leave yours, and somehow there is something oddly striking about them. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen eyes like that… well, ever.

Introductions are short, and sweet. He repeats your name as if he wants it to linger on his lips a little bit longer than necessary, and the smile he gives you has you quickly turning to your cart so you can get their order. “Nice to meet you… uh, the usual for you, Mr. Suh?” You peek into your cooler to see what you had, making sure it available, and he offers a nod as he places a club back into the bag of his own cart.

“You got it, and whatever my son wants. We haven't got much more, but it’s still early.”

You offer a soft chuckle a bit, and that moment Johnny’s father offers a boisterous laugh as he glances over, clearly seeing someone he recognizes. He’s already walking over as soon as the drink leaves your hand, and there’s a soft shaking of your head that’s good natured.

“I can assure you, he’s always that way.” Johnny’s voice is deep, and rich, with a natural rumble that has you turning to him in a bit of surprise, but it’s still light-hearted.

“Like father and son, perhaps?” You tease with a tilt of your head.Both of his eyebrows raise and he lets out a bit of a surprised sound between laughter and a gasp. You had caught him off guard with your response, which was a feat in itself, and he leans against the cart to get his own bearings.

“In some ways, sure. Not in all.”

“Ah, of course.” You say with a nod, and his brow raises again as he waits for you to elaborate-- but you don’t, only taking a sip of your own water, the sun warming your skin. Of course, you didn’t feel the need to. He was the son of one of the richest men you had ever come into contact with at the course, which can be both a good and bad thing.

More bad than good.

Most of these people had way more money than they knew what to do with, and the more money they had, the less manners they seemed to obtain. Mr. Suh wasn’t quite like that– you’d take five of him over some of the others on even his worst days.

And clearly the good genes ran in the family. Johnny was both striking and seemingly remarkable down the earth, as if you could run into him on the streets and he could be modeling some fancy brand.

You come down from your thoughts to look back at him, only to find him nearly gazing at you, eyes almost narrowed in thought and you have to fight to keep your face neutral. “You never told me what you wanted to drink.”

“I’m not picky. Can you surprise me?”

The ask has you blinking a bit. Usually, the drink requested is down to a science, even to the amount of ice cubes, but Johnny doesn’t seem to even waver, and you swear you see a hint of a twinkle in his eyes– or perhaps the sun reflecting just perfectly to see dark brown.

“Hmm. Alright.”

It’s simple enough to make a rum and coke, and he watches with a smirk as you expertly mix up the classic drink, placing three ice cubes exactly before you’re handing it to him and he takes it with a hand that just barely brushes yours.

It’s softer than you expect.

“It’s good.” He nods after a generous sip, and you find yourself looking away since your cheeks suddenly feel hot, but his question makes you focus again: “So.. is this what you do? You just… serve drinks?”

“Pretty much. Gotta make sure the patrons are comfortable.” You reply with a soft sigh, deciding to take a seat. They were your last stop before heading back anyway… and you’d be lying if you didn’t enjoy Johnny’s presence.

The feeling was mutual, and he leans against the cart with intense brown eyes and a gaze you know he knows exactly how to use. “I wasn’t interested in coming here, before.” He suddenly finds himself confessing.

“Hmm? And what changed?” You find yourself asking, looking back up at him, only to see full lips slowly curling up to an almost lopsided, but one-hundred percent devious smile, to which you roll your eyes, looking at the skyline to hide the one threatening on your own lips.

“Mmm. I don’t fraternize with patrons.” You respond— it’s not a lie, and it was technically a rule as well. You couldn’t mix pleasure and play with your work, and even… as attractive as Johnny Suh was, you weren’t willing to jeopardize your job for a pretty man— those came a dime a dozen at the course— along with pretty shiny wedding rings, free dinners and vows to ‘keep things between them.’

Johnny looks wounded, but there’s a twinkle in his eye that you can’t help but laugh at, head tilting back at all as he looks at you with almost a fond wonder. You were beautiful. And he wasn’t willing to give up that easily.

“I’m not exactly a patron, though.”

“Mmm, but your father is.” You retort, making him blow air out of his nose as he glances over to see his father still fraternizing. No matter— gave him more of a chance to change your mind.

“Is that me?” He responds, tilting his head with a rise of a brow that makes you quirk your own. You were sure, with those looks, with his charm, he was used to getting his way. Not that you particularly blamed him— if you looked like that you’d also use it to your advantage. “I’m not my father.”

“Ah, that’s what they all say, Mr. Suh.”

“Call me Johnny. I’m not my father, seriously.” He repeats then, softer, and while the smile is still at the edge of his lips, there’s a hint of seriousness to his words that have you pausing, before you allow yourself to slowly nod.

“… I believe you.” You murmur. And at the very least, a part of you did. Or perhaps you wanted to. So many of the kids were just clones of their parents. While Mr. Suh was one of the nicer patrons, who’s to say that Johnny wasn’t a spitting image in more ways than one?

Johnny stares then, the sun hitting your eyes just right to highlight the gold flecks in them, and for a moment he grows lost as you seem to think it over. Perhaps it’s the liquid courage he’s barely had half a glass of, but something prompts him to at least try. You miss one-percent of the shots you never take, and while it’s a phrase commonly used by his father... It seems fitting at this moment. “… let me take you to dinner. I’ll show you.”

There it is. The request after work, to which has your cheeks flushing hot and there’s a sigh leaving your lips. “I just told you, I don’t fraternize with patrons.”

“What about friends?”

“We’re not friends. Y-“

“Yet.”

His confidence has you pausing as he interrupts you, to which a chuckle escapes your full lips as you shake your head. Of course there was nothing that said you couldn’t hang with friends… but Johnny seemed convinced. “You know nothing about me.”

“… yet.” Johnny continues, and there’s that perfect smile on his lips again you swear could cause a car accident. “…. I want to, though. When do you work?”

“Johnny, I cannot tell you my schedule.”

This time he laughs, a melodic way, calming and familiar, and there’s another eye roll that leaves you, but at least it’s more playful this time.

It seems his father has poor timing, finally done hanging with an old college buddy to start making his way back over… and you move to sit properly to head off, but Johnny clearly has other plans.“You didn’t answer me.” He murmurs, that grin ever so present.

“And I won’t. You think I’ll just give it to you?” You respond with a quirk of your brow, and his tongue finds his cheek. His eyes sparkle with a proposal of a challenge, and you can see before you realize what’s happening. Johnny’s father comes up seemingly five pounds lighter and a pep in his step. He mumbles something as he retrieves a different club from his own cart.

“What did you kids get up to?” He finally asks, dark eyes darting back between you and his son in curiosity. You open your mouth to start, but Johnny gets to it first.

“I was just… telling our lovely cart attendant how much I loved the sport and was planning to come back tomorrow. Maybe even more often.” He says, almost casually, but as he gives you a brief gaze, you can see the way his eyes sparkle.

You’d say you didn’t have a shiver down your spine. You’d be lying.

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jeskoholic · 1 year

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A Little Piece of You Chapter 13: The Mending and the Melancholy

This is a chapter from an on-going series. If you missed out on the previous entries, you can check my masterlist.

Previous chapter: X & Y

Word count: 6,804

Tags: Male OC, Angst, Mystery girl, College, Breakup (?)

Enjoy!

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“So, after you and Wonyoung broke up, you never had a chance to talk again Jae-in? She never cared to even explain things to you, especially clarify what happened after you two broke up?” Bae Joohyun asked after a short while of silence, her attention split on consuming another one of Jae-in’s bought tarts and keeping her fury within. Her statement was met with a quick shake of the young man’s head as he then proceeded to give an answer.

“We… we actually talked again, although I would not count our next encounter to be an explanation of sorts. Of course I was still bitter towards her, and I don’t think anyone can blame me for that, so I ceased reaching out to her for a good couple of months. However, she surprisingly contacted me last semester out of nowhere. I honestly forgot about her already at that point so I’m surprised she even contacted me.”

Joohyun raised an eyebrow and glared at her brother.

“She did that? Well, what did she tell you then? What did she want of you? Did she even care to give you an explanation?”

“Actually no… she was… I don’t know what’s going on her head but she wanted to talk to me again… even invited me to go clubbing with her and promised a couple of drinks here and there. I just backed off because I know that she’s still dating the same guy from before, even above the reason that I don’t want to have anything to do with her. It would look so bad once I kept on talking to her especially when the guy finds out what she’s doing behind his back.”

Joohyun scoffed.

“The audacity; do you still have this Jang Wonyoung’s number, Jae-in? Do you still know where she lives?”

“I really don’t…. why?”

“She invited you to go clubbing, right? I’ll give her the clubbing she wants. I’m going to head there and golf-club her house’s windows right now! She was the one who asked for it, Jae-in!”

“Yah, noona, that’s not necessary… it’s been a long time and I’m not even talking to her; nor would I imagine me doing that for the next couple of years. It’s okay. I don’t intend to do so. I’ve moved on.”

“That still isn’t enough!” the step-sister raised her voice as her face dangerously turned wolfish. “My co-workers always criticize me for being too keen on boys, but if there’s one thing that I hate more than that are girls who are overly too flirty! She needs to be taught how to get her hands away from you!”

“Noona…”

“Yah, if you’re going to pick another girl who’s just like Wonyoung, I’m going to kick you off of my house,” she said with both her eyebrows raised. “Yoon Jae-in, I mean it. Your heart is way too precious to just give on people who would readily break it, you pabo. Stay single for a while and find the best girl for you, okay?”

“I… I get it noona… t-thank you.”

“And she better be pretty. I should be your standard, you small bean. Your next girlfriend should be equal or even better than your own sister, and then at least I could be confident that she can take care of such a fragile heart like you. She better be serious too. If you’re at the same age and she’s still way too playful, don’t even consider her. You need someone who is mature, not someone who’s still thinking of playing games.”

“Yah, if I were to put you as my standard, noona, I might die single because no one else could come close to you.”

She raised her fork as if aiming to smack Jae-in with it.

“Hey, if that’s the case you’re not going to die alone, you pabo! If you end up not getting married, it’s not like I’m leaving you here! Of course I’ll be watching your back! I’m being dead serious here, Jae-in-ssi. You need to be picky. You know, if only it would not turn out to be weird, I would have agreed to get married to you just so that you won’t fall to the wrong hands. I won’t even mind if that was the case.”

“Yah noona that’s so weird to say!”

“’So weird’ my butt, at least I know how to take care of you, you stupid little bean! I mean it. Next time that someone likes you, consider if they would even pass my approval. Just put that thought on the back of your head and then you’re going to get better people. I promise you.”

Bae Joohyun finally stood up from where she was seated, brushing her long shirt off of crumbs while moving to pick up the empty plate beside Jae-in, but not before moving to give her younger brother a hug. He then responded by placing his head over her narrow waist as she stood beside his sitting figure.

“And one more thing,” she continued while Jae-in hugged her in return. “Make sure that when you give promises to people that they would promise on the same way, okay? You never mentioned anything about Wonyoung’s promise to take care of you. It was only you who promised to do so, Jae-in, so I guess that’s why you two turned up the way you did. Please don’t do that next time. I don’t want anyone breaking your heart. I’ll break their souls if they do.”

Wait, did she really not…?

“Well, you better get some rest while I take care of this plate,” Jae-in’s elder sister said as she finally broke off of the hug from him. “I remembered that I had to send a document for a client as well; it almost flew off of my head because of how occupied I am with your story.”

“I will do that, noona. I’ll just finish some dues.”

“Don’t you ever talk to that Wonyoung again okay?” she said in reply while walking towards the door, pointing a red-nailed index finger towards Jae-in’s direction. “Don’t even imagine that I’m not serious when I said I’m going to kick you off.” And that statement earned a laugh from Jae-in.

“I won’t noona, I promise. Please take care!”

A smile was etched on Jae-in’s face as Joohyun disappeared through his door frame. He eyed Jang Wonyoung’s letter for a moment, the thought of even chucking it to the bin was not even entertained by the slightest. After all, he already moved on from her, and even managed to keep the letter’s message concealed from him for years. He figured there was no real reason to break that streak.

He also knew that Joohyun had an ounce of humour in every statement that she said for him, but there was no stopping all of it from being true. Somehow his misgivings were gone that night with the short conversation; allowing himself to lull back into his and Wonyoung’s story gave a huge light on his current situation with Jeon Soyeon. He mentally thanked that one conversation with Shinwon as well, as it was the one that ignited everything up to that very point.

And then he heard footsteps coming from the hallway outside of his room. There was no other real person whom it could belong to, and so he prepared himself for whatever his older sister has to say as she seemed to be rushing on her way back.

Joohyun’s figure immediately showed up again on the door a couple of seconds after that. The plate was already gone from her hands and he could see a couple of water droplets from the porcelain-like skin of her forearms. Her expression was quite shocked, as if just realizing something on the way back.

“Yah, Jae-in-ssi! What do you mean that Jang Wonyoung was your ‘first in literally everything’?!”

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Surprisingly, that night’s sleep was one of the best I had so far. I found it ironic that that was even the case even right after the night with Soyeon; even more so after that crap ton of explanation that I had to explain to noona with the conversation. It was one of my busiest days, emotion-wise. Regardless, everything that came after that night was amazing; it shed new light on things and I was able to steady myself for the flight ahead. Being able to voice my deepest feelings for Jeon Soyeon to Shinwon was already a plus, and having to recall things with my ex, Wonyoung, and having finally tell it to someone who really cared… boy, it does not get any better than that. On the case of Soyeon, I’m glad that it was finally out. I would have unintentionally made myself suffer more for stalling unnecessarily because of my pride. I have my mind set on one path: I need to tell her the truth.

I need to let go of Soyeon.

The only question left was how am I supposed to do it?

As a couple of days passed, I was merely just thinking and debating perhaps every possible way I could convey it to her. I need to plan this carefully because I am bound to have a reaction of some form from Soyeon’s side of the spectrum. Probably a slap, her lashing out, her screaming at me, punching me…. whatever; I have to prepare myself for those kinds of things. It would be better for her to hurt me physically in that manner than me inciting a mental dent in the long run. It was, for the collective good. Good news is I got things covered up for the most part.

The part that I really don’t know was the most important as well.

I’m glad that Shinwon actually has my back on this. He’s right; I should not let this become another Wonyoung situation. But then… what exactly would Yoon Jae-in do?

Do I just blatantly tell her the truth and prepare for what’s to come?

Ignore every ounce of overthinking and head on, with a ‘fuck-it’ attitude?

Do I need to consider how it would affect the new friend group with how I’m planning to tell of these to her?

But then again… at the end of the day, they are my friends. If Soyeon would lash out and stay off of the group for a while (and it’s not like it’s surprising if she ever did that), it would be normal. It would be weird if she would not. Something was telling me that if Soyeon would cause something; a rift that would tear us apart, then so be it. I’m sure my real friends would be there for me even if it would cause such a huge scandal between us. They would understand why I’m doing it.

I really need to tell her how I feel because it’s starting to get more complicated as time continues to pass by.

I need to man up and stop fucking overthinking, because that is where the mess would begin to come. Go in there, Yoon Jae-in, tell her and then go out.

This whole self-conditioning thing is weird to do when I’m at the train heading to school. Ditching the bus for a faster, more expensive way of travel was not ideal, especially when the station was so much further from North Line compared to when I would board a bus. However, I figured that that morning stroll was my reward for finally piecing it out for my own. I really feel lighter today more than anything.

Now, I need to tell Soyeon how I feel before the week ends. I would have less time to overthink if I do it that way.

---LATER THAT DAY---

The skies have begun to darken as I would have expected. A huge blanket of nimbus covered each and every space of a once perfectly blue horizon earlier in the morning. Now, I’m glad that I decided to take the longer route this morning as my plans for an afternoon walk would have been ruined with the impending rain. I found it really weird that this resembled that day years ago when Wonyoung broke up with me. It’s just that crazy.

Anyway, I followed the normal schedule of the approaching week ahead with my final 4 PM class like usual, Social Sciences; admittedly one of the few minor engineering subjects I really learned to enjoy as the semester progressed, quite next to Modern Ethics and Philosophy.

A huge flash of light blasted through the room’s windows followed by the loud sound of thunder causing my own professor to take a pause with the lesson. The intensity of the boom was enough to cause a couple of girly squeals to come from the outdoor hallway. It was only a matter of time before the rest of the skies began to turn even darker grey until the huge, almost instant shower of rain was met from the outside. The teacher resumed the discussion, albeit ocassionally distracted by the strong downpour as well as the thundering from outside.

Minutes passed and it was already close to 5 PM when another flash cut through the sky. I could tell that it was closer from the building this time, as the booming thunder followed shortly right after that.

“I think even the skies are telling me to dismiss all of you,” the teacher, Mr Lee, said with a chuckle. “I won’t argue with natural order then. We’re just ten minutes off, so I guess I’d just give those minutes to you. Please prepare your umbrellas because it’s raining hard outside. Thank you for listening; Class dismissed!” he concluded with a curt bow.

“Thank you sir!” the class echoed in unison as we all watched him exit through the front door first before the rest of us. Then, the corridor was immediately flooded by people coming in and out of their respective classrooms. The fact that some had their wet umbrellas with them caused a lot of water to spill down the floor and mix with the dust and dirt, already adding another factor of difficulty with the already cramped space. However, this development was not really new to me as it was always the case especially on this part of NLIU.

Anyway, several minutes later I finally managed to work my way out of the crowded mess and walk through the huge hallway. I still have no idea what else I should do now that it was raining hard outside. My original plan was to stay a bit in Naevis, but again with the rain, I am sure that there would be a lot of people staying back there having the same idea. Heading to Metro station to do some window shopping and kill some time before I head home was the automatic second choice. Obviously it would be a lot more complicated to traverse there by foot at this rate. So, just because of a sudden downpour, all of my plans for this afternoon dissolved into thin air. It is what it is. I certainly cannot do anything about that.

Well, now I’m just stuck at the premises of the University with nothing else to do. Going home was a definite option, but for everyone else that had their class ending on this hour I’m pretty sure they have the same thoughts. Taxis and bus stops would be flooded and I don’t think I want to wedge myself onto that. It takes too much effort for minimal results. How else would you walk around the city if the rain simply won’t let up?

As much as it was weird to admit, I wish that I have class on this time. I’d rather stay behind the school’s rooms and let the time pass normally than get stuck without anything else to do.

With that, I decided to head to the place that I was absolutely sure would be empty save for a couple of people; the very same place that gave me sleep when I was on those terrible mood swings: the University library. It definitely was better than staying anywhere else. Plus, the silence ought to be really soothing with the current mood that I’m having.

Of course, the only thing that was really annoying about it is the long flight of stairs. At this point, I would even call them a plight.

Anyway, after a seemingly long session of walking up the NLIU Library’s aforementioned stairs, I reached the fifth, top-most floor of the already tall building. It was this huge, twin overlooking mezzanines looming over tall book shelves, with long and spacious tables arranged along within the mezzanine’s perimeter. As expected, the rain literally deleted the beautiful scenery that was Seoul from the rest of the views of the inside world, settling the surrounding window landscape with a mere, clean slate of white and grey clouds along with the occasional thunder.

I walked around the reading area, scanned the tables here in there for someone that I potentially know. It was not because I was looking for someone to keep me company, but I did that just so I’ll be able to hide from them. I really am not in such a mood to converse and I just wanted to embrace the quietness of the place. Luckily, it was not even necessary for me to even look around that much given there are not much people who were staying in this place, sadly. I feel like I still could see a couple of the same people that I saw here from before: architecture students busy with their plates, med students doing outlines of their laboratory reports, and some engineering students who just wanted some sleep for the most part. Well, the place is soothing so I think it was just perfect for what they wanted to do.

I continued to scan the place in search for a good spot, which automatically equated to the spot close to the window. I was already making my way there passing by a table with a girl occupied on writing on her notebook. After passing her, I saw a glimpse of the books she had with her and noticed a couple of engineering books that I recognized, stacked amongst piles and piles of other books about chemistry. The spot was already waiting for my arrival when I felt my phone vibrate softly on my pocket.

BZZZZT

With that, I toned down my walking to fish the phone up, eventually going to an immediate stop as I read the chat.

It was from Soyeon.

The flash of her name alone was enough to make my heart jump.

Soyeon: (Just now) Hey, are you free this afternoon by any chance, Jae-in? Our prof posted that he would not come to school because of a mishap, but it just so happened that I’m already here as well and I can’t go home because of the rain. I forgot my umbrella. I was wondering if you’re still at NLIU and maybe we can hang out… it has been a while since we saw each other. I really miss you already. Please reply if you’re free, okay?

That moment that I read her text, my heart immediately skipped a beat.

Things suddenly hit me like a truck as this felt like a very perfect opportunity. Soyeon was free, and so was I.

This might be the perfect night to call things off once and for all. The fact that everything aligned on that manner seemed to make sense. The opportunity was already there.

Should I grab it?

Should I do this now without prior planning in my head?

I promised myself that I would tell her of everything as soon as I could. That was the penultimate conclusion of my conversations with Shinwon and Joohyun-noona. I even told myself that I would do this as soon as I could, preventing any further overthinking that could possibly hinder my already solid-decision. That way, I could just tell her of everything and anything else that would follow would require nothing else from me but endurance to whatever her reaction would be.

You got this Jae-in. The heavens have given their permission; one sliver of time was all I needed.

You need to do this now. Don’t waste the time given to you.

Jae-in: Let’s meet at the cafeteria. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.

After standing in place for what felt like minutes, I finally gathered myself and gave one last look at the spot I intended to occupy for the time being. There was a part of regret of not being able to sit on such a perfect spot, especially on such a beautiful and cozy rain like this one. However, with the thought of the event that would follow weighed greater on my shoulders. My blood was rushing all over my body, perhaps made worse with the sudden surge of adrenaline. This was it.

I turned a complete 180 from my position while still occupied on my reply to Soyeon. I was about to briskly head back towards the entrance of the mezzanine when…

WHAM

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The sound of numerous books falling towards the floor was the sound that greeted him as soon as he felt himself bump into someone. It would turn out that his rush to leave the library was met with the girl he passed by previously, eager to replace the borrowed books on their respective shelves. It just so happened that the direction she chose was the same route Jae-in would use to exit the said mezzanine, inevitably having them both to cross paths right into each other.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” he said in panic and in complete embarrassment, being the first one to help gather the books for the said girl. All signs of rush was dropped as they were immediately replaced with embarrassment. “I am really sorry; I didn’t see you there.”

“I-it’s fine… I didn’t think that you’d move as well,” the girl answered with a soft voice that was almost a whisper. It was soothing already on the very first impression.

Once done, Yoon Jae-in brought the books back up and stacked them on the nearby table to align them properly for her. True enough, they were the same books he recognized from earlier, only registering the other books then by being focused on Chemistry and Molecular Theory, along with the Engineering Books he knew.

“D-do you need help putting them back?” he asked, pointing towards the stack of books rather shyly. “I-I can help you put them back if you want…. I’m really sorry for that.”\

Why am I so tense?

“N-no… I can manage. Besides, you seemed to be in a hurry. It’s okay. I would not have borrowed them if I didn’t think that I could bring them back on my own… t-thank you for the offer though…”

“Are you sure? I can spare a couple of minutes… I mean, I really feel bad for toppling these all over,” he replied as he lifted the couple of books up to return back to her waiting arms.

“I could not ask so much of you. Thank you for—“

The woman’s voice trailed off as she received the stack, unintentionally getting both hers and Jae-in’s hands in contact from under. The sudden warm sensation of a man’s skin definitely startled her, causing her face to turn towards Yoon Jae-in. There was a short flash that occurred on that very moment. Maybe it was from the lightning, or maybe both of them merely imagined it coming. With her raising her face up, it unintentionally brought her face close to his. That was only the time that Jae-in saw the face of the girl, all in close detail as he could possibly have.

Her beauty was definitely simple, yet seemingly radiated a hint of elegance. She had a plain, small face, V-shaped jawline, heart shaped lips, small nose, and an innocent expression that only helped her already beautiful visage. Despite wearing the standard green jacket of her department, her fair skin tone suited the exclusive aura of elegance she had. However, her face and her smile certainly were kind and warm; it even felt that she was the one apologetic for bumping Jae-in in the first place.

“T-Thank you for picking these up,” she said once again in that soft tone. It was her time to by shy now as it oozed out of every syllable. Jae-in certainly did not think that her already soft voice could even go softer. “Y-you’re in a hurry right?”

Jae-in blushed uncontrollably as his ears flushed red. The girl averted her gaze from his as well.

“Oh, right, right; sorry again. Please study hard,” Jae-in said as he panicked internally once again, finally giving the girl a short bow before crossing her for the exit. He left of embarrassment in attempt to conceal his flaming ears as well as his fast-beating heart; quite eager to descend from the huge tower of a library and finally make his way to the task at hand.

I need to get to Soyeon now. Sheesh, that was so embarrassing.

---

After that rather embarrassing encounter with another student, Jae-in then joined the river of students from the outside and took another route towards the school cafeteria, obviously strategized and carefully planned to prevent him from ever opening his umbrella. He rushed all across the roofed buildings of the campus, mixing with students of different departments just so he can arrive without further stress and using the longer route to shake his tension off. Soon enough, he found his way into the school’s main building and into the right wing, where the wide and spacious cafeteria was located. Due to the lateness of the afternoon as well as the on-going storm on the outside, the place was mostly empty aside from some students eating as well as staff members.

He scanned the surroundings curtly and immediately found the figure of Jeon Soyeon waiting at the far corner with an eager expression on her face along with an empty cup of tteukbokki in front of her.

“Hi Jae-in…!” Soyeon greeted with a wide smile, waving towards his figure as he approached with a heavy heart. As soon as the young man was within her reach, Soyeon moved to press her small frame against his with a sincere and tight hug.

“H-hi Soyeonnie… umm, can we please sit for a bit?” he awkwardly said, returning her hug as well. “I… I want to talk to you about something.”

Soyeon held his hand and pulled him towards the table, taking a seat next to him right after. She then kept her hands tightly clamped with Jae-in’s, seemingly expecting something bright to come from him. He’s already not fond of how enthusiastic she is.

“I’ve never saw you so eager to see me! Is there something wrong or did you just miss me that much, my Jae-in?”

Come on, Jae-in… keep it together. You got this. Calm down and tell her the truth.

“S-Soyeon… I wanted… I actually w-wanted to see you… there’s something that… something that I’ve been thinking for a while now… umm… it’s… it’s about us…”

The young woman’s face lit up the moment that she heard the word ‘us’ escape from Jae-in’s own mouth. However, she seemed to have caught on the exhausted mood and stuttered speech of Jae-in that her face shifted to a look of concern. Every ounce and attempt to even tease Jae-in was swept out of the waters.

“Are you okay Jae-in? You look pale… oh my god, even your hands are cold. Did something happen?”

BOOM

A bright flash followed by a loud thunder was seen from the outside, effectively distracting Soyeon from Jae-in as she moved to see through the windows.

“Gosh, the rain’s really pouring down hard here. This is such a bad timing to not bring an umbrella.”

“Soyeon,” Jae-in began once again as soon as he regained his composure. “I have… I have something to tell you… sorry for interrupting but… this is something that has been bugging me for a long time… I… I’ve wanted to tell this to you…”

Shit, I’m so fucking nervous. This cold weather is definitely not helping out.

Soyeon stared blankly at him and then supplied her with a shy smile as well as two raised eyebrows.

“Is… Is this about what I think it is, Jae-in?”

“This… this is… yes; this is about what happened after Skylight… I think I have a response for what you asked me before. Soyeon… I have an answer already…”

“Is that true? Oh my god… what is it? I’m eager to know what it is!”

“I know that… I know that we’ve sort of been together after that, right? We… we acted so sweet together and… we’ve done a couple of things that normally only dating people would do. Umm… after your confession everything just aligned ourselves and we… we just treated each other as if we’re dating. If anything, only an official label was left for that to work out as it should have… Would you agree that with how the situation went on, the decision seemed to dial down from my end, right? The way that this brought us… it boils down to me making the decision…”

She nodded and spoke: “Of course… I intended it to be that way, Jae-in-ssi… I made it clear to you since then that I was really serious with my feelings for you, to the extent that I am even going way out of line at times just to prove that I really love you… umm… oh my… I’m getting nervous with where this is going…”

Soyeon rubbed her hands with his. Jae-in in turn, breathed in heavily.

“Soyeon… for the past weeks and months that you’ve told me your feelings, you proved to me very much how serious you were to me. I already felt everything that you needed me to feel… every kiss, every hug, every moment we shared together… I felt that you were really that much into me. There’s no denying that. I’ve never felt so appreciated for the longest time ever and I will forever be grateful and flattered that one Jeon Soyeon even took a liking into me. You were such a talented individual, appreciative and very loving as well, which is why I don’t think that I am even deserving of the attention that you’re giving…

“I’m sorry Soyeon, but I don’t think we should continue this… this thing that’s going between us. I don’t think I can return the same feelings that you’ve been giving me.”

The world might as well have frozen for the couple of them as silence shrouded the succeeding minutes. Jae-in sat in his place thinking of what to follow to that, yet also debating whether to not add another statement to the mix while Soyeon digested what he just said. The young Korean woman’s expression was not grim; it was merely just a blank stare that felt a thousand times scarier than if she would have glared at him. He even thought of repeating the statement in case she did not hear it the first time, and he could never have been more relieved that he did not do that. The tension was so high up between them that it would only be a matter of time before someone would eventually break.

This time, it was Jae-in… and perhaps he never should have spoken up after denying his chance the first time.

“Soyeon… Please don’t get me wrong… I appreciate each and every single thing that you did. I would have loved to stay if that was the case but… I can’t keep up. I can’t just let myself wake up every night to respond to you, to go out with you in the middle of the evening… I have denied a lot of your invitations to drink because… because you know that I just can’t wedge it on my schedule because of a lot of things.

“Can’t you see…? There are a lot of things that we do not agree upon, and a lot of those involve things that I normally do in my everyday life. I don’t think that I can let those things go just yet… Lately, I feel like I’m not being myself because… because I’m letting you drag me too much into situations… I sorry… just—“

“Is this a joke?” Soyeon said with a straight face; her eyes starting to get glassy. “You’re kidding me, right Jae-in?”

“I’m not… actually I am—“

“I never asked you to do those things in return, Jae-in… I did everything because I wanted to prove my love for you! I did those things because this is who I really am, and I wanted to show you the purest form of me that I could show, why can’t you see that?”

“Hey, it’s not… it’s not that I did not see those… I told you; I felt everything... I felt how serious you were to me, and Hongseok and the others were a testament to everything that happened…”

“Why are you ending us then? If that’s the case then why the fuck are you letting me go?”

“Because… I feel like things are starting to get out of hand. I feel like we’re slowly starting to do things that only normal couples would do… some of which are even too overboard. I would lie if I did not say that I did not like any of those things, but I feel like… I want to save it soon. I’m being too overwhelmed and I want to stop it before it even gets worse… I… I’m not yet ready for any of these…”

“Was… was this because of what happened in the private room? Did you really think that… that we’re about to do it then? Was this because I’m being too close and too stuck with skinship that you’re feeling uncomfortable? Tell me, Jae-in! Tell me what’s wrong with me and I will change everything just to be with you! Tell me what I would do so that you can give this doomed relationship a chance, please!”

“Soyeon please… even if I wanted to, that would be too unfair for your end. I don’t want to give you the wrong ideas; to give you hope that there’s something at the end of this tunnel… I’m not yet ready. I don’t think I’m in the condition to head on a relationship right now; I hope you understand.”

“Then everything that I did for you was all for nothing?”

“Soyeon, please,” he said before reaching out his hands to hold both of hers once again. However, Soyeon already anticipated the action and immediately withdrew them as soon as she felt the contact of skin. “I’m doing this to be fair to you, otherwise—“

“The only thing being unfair h-here is you! I’m all i-in it for you, Yoon Jae-in, why the fuck can’t y-you see that? I thought you said before that you wanted t-this but why are you doing this to me n-now?! Why are you already l-letting us go before we even get a chance to b-be a thing?!” Her voice said, shaking with emotion.

“Soyeon… I’m not yet ready. I… I have a lot of things to prioritize and do. I don’t think, with a good conscience, that you deserve to be treated like this. I don’t want you to hope and wait for something to happen when I can’t promise you anything in the near future. I just want you to be free and not be confined with me… there are a lot of people there. I’m sure there are a lot of guys better than me. I’m sorry Soyeon, but it’s not yet time…”

That was the time that Soyeon finally let her tears trail down her cheek.

“I h-hate you, Yoon J-jae-in,” she snapped, this time glaring at him with a pair of teary eyes trying to keep her anger within.

“I’m sorry Soyeon… I really am. I just can’t do it this time because of my responsibilities and—“

“TO HELL WITH YOU AND YOUR DAMN RESPONSIBILITIES,” Soyeon roared as she finally reached her tipping point. Her angry voice echoed across the small cafeteria and took the attention of the few students and onlookers while she shouted at Jae-in with tears on her eyes. “YOU SHOULD’VE SAID ‘NO’ BACK THEN. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE RETURNED MY KISSES WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE! YOU MADE ME BELIEVE THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING AT THE END OF THIS GODDAMN THING JAE-IN! IF YOU DIDN’T LIKE ME THEN YOU SHOULD’VE SAID BEFORE I WASTED ALL MY DAMN TIME ON YOU! I HATE YOU JAE-IN! I HATE YOU!”

In that instant, Soyeon immediately stood up and supplied Jae-in with one deadly glare. As a reflex, Jae-in stood as well and tried to calm her down by attempting to hold her hand, yet it only made her state worse. Soyeon immediately swatted his extended hand with astounding force, slapping it off of her. Then, to his surprise, Jeon Soyeon ran towards the cafeteria door without an ounce of warning, taking her bag with her and exited towards the raging downpour from the outside.

There she was, on the middle of the rain and thunder, she ran without a care in the world even ignoring the constant splash and flow of water on her face and clothes. She braved the wet grounds of the university taking any means necessary to distance her from Jae-in.

Jae-in, on the other hand, immediately fished his bag and umbrella and immediately followed Soyeon to the outside. He chased her against the continouos gush of rain, his umbrella keeping the majority of his face dry while he ran for her amidst the slippery floor. Soon, he finally reached Soyeon’s drenched figure outside of the school’s Medicine Department building.

With the rush of adrenaline on his body, Yoon Jae-in reached for Soyeon’s arm and tugged it to get her attention. It was effective after all; Soyeon finally stopped on her tracks and turned her figure towards him; her face flashing with anger as her hair, clothes, and face were all soaked with rain and possibly even remnants of her tears.

“Soyeon, please,” Jae-in said as he brought the umbrella over the pair of their figures. “Don’t do it like this. Don’t go towards the rain like this. I know that you hate me now, but please, take it. It’s the last thing I can do for you. I’m really sorry…”

Soyeon gently approached Jae-in, and with a swift movement of her arm she smacked the umbrella out of his grasp, leaving the both of them to be engulfed by the heavy rain.

“Did you even have feelings for me, Jae-in?” she asked, every syllable oozing with anger. “Tell it to my face. Tell the truth. Did you even like me even for just a little bit?”

There was a pause, a long and drawn out one as they were both drowned by the noise of the rain around them.

“Did you even love me, Jae-in?”

Jae-in finally looked back at her eyes, through the drops of rain, tears, and the glare on them and met her pupils. He paused for a moment, took in some air, and finally shook his head slowly.

SLAP

“Stay there. Stay there the whole night. Stay there until you die. You deserve worse than that. You’re going to regret this soon, Yoon Jae-in.”

The sting of Soyeon’s slap had only begun to bit in him right after she uttered the words that felt like a curse. The force of Soyeon’s slap was so strong; so filled with hatred and emotion that it forced Jae-in’s head towards his right and eyeing the dead umbrella that lay lopsided on his foot. Slowly, he turned his gaze back up front and he saw the figure of Jeon Soyeon walking on the rain and this time away from him once again. For the first time, he felt his feet numb and unresponsive. He wanted to chase her, but majority of his body declined until Jeon Soyeon finally turned a corner and disappeared into the rain.

Jae-in was left there devastated and dumbstruck, cheek stinging from Soyeon’s solid slap. His eyes merely gazed towards the direction where Soyeon disappeared, with the ghost of her final glaring eyes staring into his soul knowing that he might not get the chance to see her up close ever again.

#gidle soyeon #a little piece of you #kpop story #kpop fanfic #kpop angst

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Charcherry Weekly - Issue 168

This is Mage of light Nick Card, coming straight from the hospital. I got shot, but I'm recovering!

Hell and Heck at the end of Roleopolis

On monday, Your dear newsletter writer, Rogue of Heart Charles, Cool as Fuck AI , his boyfriend KAZ, and selkie chaperone Kieran visited roleopolis for the third and final time. We first showed up to the bowling alley and did some bowling with some magicians. They were no match for us. Everyone got a chance to bowl in their own lane after that. Charles kept trying to speedrun the place though.

After that, was the golf course. We had to provide out own balls and clubs. I provided an empty pokeball and CaFAI provided a light cycle baton. I used my mario kart leg for the first stroke, and then my regularleg for the closer one. CaFAI used his robot leg, and Charles used a sword against a piece of bathroom wall rubble. We wound up hitting some targets in the distance for some reason.

After getting our dubious golf balls in the hole, we collected a green coin and continued on to the tunnel of love. As someone who isn't particularly attracted to any of the party members, I was initially worried, but thankfully I was set up with Charles who is just as adverse if not more, since he wore a face mask with a kitty 3 mouth on it We sat awkwardly in the boat as it floated past the vaguely angellic figures, though none of them actually ever shot at us at all, even though we were apparently expected to shoot back, despite no instructions to do so. The only thing that we even did shoot was the spider-bot meant to take everyone's photos, so none were even taken. We left the ride, dejected and pissed off. After that, we arrived to the boss door, and forked over the coins from each attraction.

The boss room was like a wild west movie set. we fought a figure known as Oshawn of OSHA, but they did not know the first thing about law enforcement. me, Charles, and CaFAI fought Oshawn using Voltron lion mechs, though I suspect that the difficulty was rebalanced as a result, since we were then shot at with piercing bullets. somehow I was the least injured of those who fought, with Charles having been blasted within an inch of their life, and CaFAI being so damaged that he had to use a lifeline to summon an extra party member, who ended up being Den. I wound up being thrown into Luminous Overdrive, and blasted Oshawn with a powerful light beam, enough to reduce them to a sliver of health. they seemed to be getting at something with their speech, until Den's spell went off and destroyed them, revealing that Oshawn was just as constructed as the rest of the park was.

I stepped out of the cockpit and hobbled to the opened up core room with Den. we found a 12 pack of hyper focus soda, and a floating cube that was clearly supposed to be a core, but not a voidco dungeon core. instead, it turned out to be the core of the pocket dimension that roleopolis was sustained in. Your dear newsletter writer took the core and initiated the mad dash back to the front end of the park. I got back into the yellow lion mech, squeezing in with Den so they wouldn't have to go on foot.

in less than three minutes, we speedran through the entire course.

Just as we were leaving, Heir of Breath June Egbert appeared before Humphrey to claim the stickers he was offering, that most of us were unable to claim due to being incapacitated and/or going super fast in a lion mech.

we all escaped and were escorted to the hospital. CaFAI was sent to the robotics lab for extensive repairs to his wolf furry style robotic body. for now he is using the shoebox model instead.

At this point, Charles and myself are still recovering in the hospital. I can only hope that I can get out soon, as I have a certain someone waiting for me. the roleopolis core has yet to be studied, as it is still in my sylladex and I have been far too eepy to try studying it.

A Spirited Visit to the Park!

After the rescue of an anonymous swimmer by toa Bota, a shuttle to The Park arrived in New Charcherry, to pick up the dungeon crashers. fortunately, this visit would prove to be a comparatively mild one. Present on the shuttle included Heir of Time Rise Emit, Witch of Time Desertian President Katyleen Kitten, her wife Samus Kitten, Professor Coleman Branch, Prince of Time Flux Emit, Maid of Void Skitis, and Netnavi Enker.

The Park managed to have a very successful launch, and was quite packed. Fortunately, the haunted house that the dungeon crashers were called upon to beta test was a lot less crowded, though it was reportedly very bustling with digital activity.

Along the way, the party was treated to thrills and chills at the hands of numerous ghost type pokemon that chose the haunted house to make their home, as well as a number of animatronics and holograms and other technological wonders. there were a few unfinished parts of the route, which have been reported to be either nominally unscary, or far too terrifying for the target audience, either on purpose or by accident.

At the end was a gift shop, which managed to be particularly scary for Rogue of Heart Charles, who had a heavy stress response to Enker blowing 100,000 credits on merchandise. The visit to the Park's haunted house turned out to be just the sort of low stakes activity that the dungeon crashers needed, to take the edge off of an already hectic day. Professor Branch and President Kitten gave Johnny and Jojo the feedback they needed to improve the attraction, though Jojo 's insistence on measurable variables and mechanical solutions seemed to be at ends with the more natural means of scare tactics by the ghost type pokemon.

Panic at the Left Beef Disco

On the same day, which happened to have also been the anniversary of the historical pizza that the webcomic is named after, None Pizza with Left Beef resumed updating, with an epic four minute long flash animation assembled by your dear newsletter writer. Because I am away from my laptop while hospitalized, I had my sibling, Prince of Time Aeons Edgeworth, perform the honors of posting it online for me at the expected date. However, the local audience was in uproar from the various revelations that the animation presented.

Notable details include the origins of a certain egg, and the existence of a second egg that was ectobiologically created at the same exact time.

the animation is available to view on mspfa.com in flash format (via ruffle), and on YouTube, via this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BP2W58wSeQ

Please note that there is blood and violence so viewer discretion is advised.

This week’s known market stands in Desertia Town:

Katie’s potion stand (Not available to plitlanders due to regulations, available to all others however)

shinyjiggly pokesnacks stand (ran by Rufus)

halloween costume stand

tea light candle stand

I think that does it. I was so tired as of writing that it took me until the end of the weekend to edit and repost this issue. https://letssosl.boards.net/thread/402/charcherry-weekly-issue-168

#charcherry weekly #sbarg2.5dungeoncrashers #sbargv2 #pokemon #left beef

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I've been on a bit of a Pedro Pascal binge lately, and can I just say,

[BIG spoiler for TLOU Pt. 2 below, so read on at your own risk!]

If he gets to add "head smashed in with golf club" to his already very impressive list of on-screen deaths I think it will actually shatter what's left of my sanity into teeny tiny bits smaller than that piece of corium they shot off of the elephant's foot with a kalashnikov.

You hear me, Craig Mazin? YOU HEAR ME??? You hold my tiny, withered heart in the palm of your hand and for the love of all that's good and true in the world I'm begging you please don't kill Joel please please please. He and Ellie are just the sweetest duo and I will actually cry if that gets broken up.

I'll even settle, nay, jump at the chance to have him look like he's dead until the end of season 2, and then we get to see him wake up from emergency surgery in the season finale with his head kind of bruised and ominously bandaged but not leaking grey matter all over the floor like an undercooked egg that I accidentally jabbed with a fork whilst eating breakfast.

#the last of us #joel miller #pedro pascal #pala lets the queue do their work for them

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Difference between caddie or caddy

In exploring the distinctions between caddie and caddy, it's essential to begin with their grammatical nuances. Both terms are nouns and refer to a person who assists in a specific context, yet their usage and associations vary slightly across different domains. Quick Facts Table AspectCaddieCaddyDefinitionA person who carries a golfer's clubs and provides assistance during the game.A container, holder, or small compartment for items like tea.OriginScottish, late 17th century, related to carrying goods.English, derived from the Malay word 'kati', a measure for tea.UsagePrimarily in golfing contexts.Broadly used for storage solutions in various contexts. Difference Between Caddie OR Caddy Definition of Caddie A caddie is a person employed at a golf course to carry players' clubs and provide advice on the course layout, club selection, and the nuances of the game. Their role is integral to the golfing experience, offering both physical and strategic support. Definition of Caddy Conversely, a caddy refers to a storage container designed for specific items such as tea, coffee, or utensils. It's a term widely used beyond sports, in households and restaurants alike, to organize and store various goods. Origin of Caddie The term caddie originates from the French word "cadet," which means a younger son or the junior branch of a family. It was adopted into the Scottish language in the 17th century, referring to attendants who carried golf clubs. Origin of Caddy The term caddy for a storage container comes from the Malay word "kati," a unit of weight used for tea. It became popular in the 18th century as tea became a widely consumed beverage in Britain and its storage required specialized containers. Pronunciation - Caddie: /ˈkæd.i/ - Caddy: /ˈkæd.i/ Both words are pronounced similarly, but their contexts distinguish their usage. Comparing Caddie and Caddy FeatureCaddieCaddyFunctionProvides physical and strategic support in golf.Stores and organizes items.ContextExclusive to the sport of golf.Used in various settings, not limited to golf.InteractionHuman interaction, offering advice and assistance.Inanimate object, serving a storage function. Usage in Sentences with Explanations Use of Caddie in Sentences - The caddie recommended a 9-iron for the upcoming shot, considering the wind direction. - Hiring a caddie can greatly enhance your golfing experience, especially on an unfamiliar course. - She thanked her caddie for his insightful advice throughout the game. - A good caddie knows the course like the back of his hand. - The tournament required each player to have a caddie to speed up play. Use of Caddy in Sentences - She placed the silverware in the caddy before setting the table. - The tea caddy was an antique, passed down through generations. - He bought a shower caddy to organize his toiletries. - The desk caddy helped keep his office supplies in order. - She used a utensil caddy to carry the forks and knives to the picnic table. Conclusion While caddie and caddy may sound similar and share a common pronunciation, their meanings and applications are distinct. A caddie plays a crucial role in supporting a golfer, whereas a caddy refers to a container used for organizing items. Understanding the context and usage of each term helps clarify their specific functions and applications. Commonly Asked Questions - What is the main difference between a caddie and a caddy? - A caddie is a person who assists golfers, while a caddy is a container for storage. - Can the term caddy be used in golf? - The term caddy is typically not used in golf; caddie is the correct term for someone who carries golf clubs. - Are caddies still relevant in modern golf? - Yes, caddies remain an integral part of golf, offering both practical assistance and strategic advice to players. Read the full article

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Tiger Woods' Ex-Babe Bails on Mega-Bucks Brawl, No Naughty Biz Whining!

Mega golf champ Tiger Woods ain't gotta fork over a mountain of cash no more! His old flame tossed out her whopping $30 million smackdown against his super swanky $54 million Florida crash pad. She's zippin' her lips on any hanky-panky hollering! Whoa, folks, hold onto your golf clubs and brace yourselves for a wild ride down the fairway of legal drama because Tiger Woods’ ex-golf caddy-in-love has just yanked the rug out from under her own $30 million lawsuit! That’s right, Erica Herman, who was cozied up in Tiger's mega-mansion that’s more like a small country than a home, said "Nevermind!" to going after Tiger's deep, deep pockets. Now, this ain't your usual lovers' spat. Nope, Erica was throwing down some serious accusations, saying Tiger promised her a sweet life in his beachfront castle until 2026, but then – BAM! – he gave her the boot faster than a caddy drops a club. But hold up, she’s now backtracking faster than a squirrel on a putting green, declaring she was never the victim of any handsy shenanigans by Tiger or his posse. And get this, she even says she never screamed "fore" about sexual harassment in the first place! What’s more bonkers is her lawyer, ol’ Ben Hodas, who must’ve been hitting the 19th hole a little too hard, because he was out there swinging claims that Tiger was playing in the rough, if you catch my drift. But wait, there’s a plot twist! Erica can’t remember if she signed a hush-hush deal to keep her lips zipped about her and Tiger's private putting practice, but she says if she did, it was only because Tiger was holding a proverbial golf club over her job at his restaurant. And then, in the legal equivalent of a hole-in-one, the judge takes one look at this legal sand trap and says, “No way, Jose!” slamming down her gavel like a driver on a tee box, calling Erica’s claims as “vague” as a foggy morning on the back nine. So what happened behind the scenes? Did Tiger and Erica have a secret clubhouse meeting and bury the hatchet, or did Erica just decide to pick up her ball and go home? Only the squirrels know for sure, and they ain't talkin'. But one thing's for sure, Tiger's still sitting pretty with a billion-dollar view from the top of the leaderboard. Now, let’s see if Tiger can keep his strokes limited to the golf course, or if there's another round of relationship hazards waiting to tee off. Stay tuned, sports fans! SAUCE: Ex-girlfriend drops lawsuits against Tiger Woods, says she never claimed sexual harassment https://apnews.com/article/tiger-woods-ex-girlfriend-lawsuit-41c3d2f248f0462623764afb4f41a318 Read the full article

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deramin2 · 6 months

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Golf is like an invasive species. In its own habitat it's not that damaging.

There's a small city golf course in my Pacific Northwest city that's maintained like any other city park that's mostly watered by the rain and the grass is a bit scruffy and it's been there for 100 years. (It was a cow pasture before that.) There's great blackberry picking around the edges in the summer. That one's fine, it's not really hurting anything anymore than an average grassy park or the frisbee golf course in the woods by the running path and the canal used by canoes and kayaks. The scruffiness is part of the challenge.

But then there are these monstrosities in the desert that guzzle a town's worth of water daily and are basically a sterilized monoculture with so many pesticides, insecticides, chemical fertilizer and animal traps that they're basically a warcrime against nature poisoning the aquifer like a super villain and an affront to life itself. And those definitely need to be banned and the people who built them prosecuted. The classism of private clubs should be met with forks and knives in the perpetrators.

If you don't have the climate conditions of Scotland, you shouldn't be allowed to have a golf course, and it shouldn't be allowed to have the life poisoned out of it. It has it's place, but that place isn't most of the places it is. And it needs to be uprooted and burned in most of the places it's infected.

#golf

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backlinkrahatul20 · 9 months

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Legend of the Links Golf Divot Tool with 'The Major's Mask' Ball marker

Introduction: Golf, often referred to as the "gentleman's game," is not just about swinging clubs and putting balls. It's a sport deeply rooted in tradition and etiquette, where even the smallest details can make a significant difference. One such detail is the divot tool, an essential accessory for every golfer. But what if this humble tool could carry a touch of legend and history? That's where the "Legend of the Links Golf Divot Tool with 'The Major's Mask' Ball Marker" comes into play.

Unveiling 'The Major's Mask'

Every golfer knows the importance of a divot tool – a small, fork-like instrument designed to repair the divots, or small depressions, on the putting green. However, not all divot tools are created equal. Some go beyond their functional purpose and become treasured golfing artifacts. 'The Major's Mask' is one such artifact.

'The Major's Mask' is a unique ball marker that is intricately designed, meticulously crafted, and steeped in golfing history. It is not just a simple marker; it's a symbol of the golfing heritage, paying homage to the legendary figures of the sport who have left an indelible mark on the greens.

The Design

'The Major's Mask' ball marker is a work of art in itself. Crafted from high-quality materials, it boasts a stunning design that captures the essence of golf's major championships. The marker is shaped like a classic golf mask, a nod to the mysterious and timeless allure of the sport. The mask features intricate detailing, from the stitching on the golf ball to the contours of the clubheads. It's a miniature masterpiece that any golfer would be proud to have in their pocket.

But 'The Major's Mask' is more than just a pretty accessory. It's a functional tool with a divot repair fork on the back. This combination of beauty and utility makes it a must-have for any golfer who takes their game seriously.

The Legends Behind the Mask

What sets 'The Major's Mask' apart from other ball markers is the story it carries with it. Each marker is associated with a legendary golfer who has made a significant impact on the sport. These golfing icons have won major championships, broken records, and left an indelible mark on the history of golf. When you hold 'The Major's Mask' in your hand, you're not just marking your ball; you're paying tribute to these golfing legends.

Some of the golfing greats honored by 'The Major's Mask' include:

Bobby Jones: The co-founder of Augusta National Golf Club and winner of 13 major championships, including the Grand Slam in 1930.

Arnold Palmer: Known as "The King," Palmer's charisma and seven major championships helped popularize golf around the world.

Jack Nicklaus: With a record 18 major championships, Nicklaus is often considered the greatest golfer of all time.

Tiger Woods: A living legend, Woods has 15 major championships to his name and has reshaped the modern game of golf.

The connection between these golfing legends and 'The Major's Mask' isn't just symbolic; it's a testament to the enduring legacy of the sport. These players didn't just win tournaments; they defined eras and inspired generations of golfers.

Carrying History in Your Pocket

One of the most compelling aspects of 'The Major's Mask' is that it allows golfers to carry a piece of golfing history with them on the course. When you reach into your pocket to mark your ball, you're not just using any marker; you're using a marker associated with one of the sport's greatest icons. It's a reminder of the rich history and tradition that make golf such a special game.

Moreover, 'The Major's Mask' serves as a conversation starter on the course. When your playing partners see your unique ball marker, it's almost guaranteed to spark a discussion about the golfing legends it represents. It's a way to connect with fellow golfers over a shared love for the game and its history.

A Perfect Gift for Golf Enthusiasts

'The Major's Mask' isn't just for personal use; it also makes for an exceptional gift for golf enthusiasts. Whether you're looking for a birthday present, a Father's Day gift, or a token of appreciation for a fellow golfer, this ball marker carries a sense of prestige that's hard to match.

Imagine the delight on someone's face when they receive a 'Major's Mask' ball marker associated with their golfing hero. It's a gift that goes beyond the ordinary, showing that you've put thought into choosing something meaningful for them.

In Conclusion

Golf is a sport that thrives on tradition, and 'The Major's Mask' Golf Divot Tool with Ball Marker is a beautiful embodiment of that tradition. It combines elegance, functionality, and a deep connection to the legends of the game. By using this marker, golfers pay tribute to the greats of the sport and carry a piece of golfing history with them on every round.

Whether you're a seasoned golfer or someone new to the game, 'The Major's Mask' is a symbol of the enduring allure of golf. It's a reminder that golf is more than just a pastime; it's a sport that weaves together generations and legends, creating a tapestry of history that continues to unfold with each swing of the club. So, the next time you step onto the golf course, don't just mark your ball with any marker – use 'The Major's Mask' and become a part of the legend.

#golf #golfers #golf course #golflife

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breakfromwork · 11 months

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May 5th-June 9th, Washington/Michigan

We spent a lot of effort on the yard during the month, putting up a privacy fence and planting the spice spiral and raised beds.

Gae and I helped out at the Port Angeles Garden Club annual plant sale on May 6th, where we spent more than we should have on starts, as always!

My college buddies Andy, Dave and Mike all came over on the 9th to put up the privacy fence... and made a HUGE start over 1.5 days. All the posts in, cross members up and 1/4 of the pickets up. I hope and expect some labor in their favor in the future:-)

Gae and I took a drive that ended with us walking to Madison Falls near the Elwa river, a beautiful and short hike.

We got a visit in with Matt Rehfeldt and his girlfriend Jamie on the 24th, as they visited Solduc Hot Springs, Forks and the beach... a rare treat!

Gae helped out with the 4th graders as a chaperone on a visit to a local farm very close to Madison Falls on the 25th.

We joined in on the Garden Clubs luncheon, where only the bathroom design out-shined the beautiful gardens!

I headed to Seattle on Memorial Day, where Andy and I got out for a round of golf at West Seattle GC... a perfect warm up for my golf/beer trip to Michigan the following day.

I should have taken more pictures of the trip, but was too distracted by lively conversation, beer, golf and beer:-) Here we are at Founders in Grand Rapids after a hot, but fun, round of golf. That’s me, with Steve from Kearny Missouri, Brad, his brother-in-law, from (near) the Dells, Wisconsin, and my brother-in-law, Jeff, from Commerce Township, Michigan.

I joined my friend Terry to check out a -3 tide at Salt Creek State Recreation Area on June 6th. We stopped at Freshwater Bay on the way back to Port Angeles, where I collected some Sea Lettuce and made a delicious salad from.

Our friends Bob and Maria from West Seattle came out and visited over the 6th and 7th, but I forgot to take any pictures!

We took a drive up Deer Park for the first time after they left on the 7th. Definitely the most beautiful viewpoint we’ve found.

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Your Eyes, Vacant & Stained

Ch.6 - 3k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

"Hey!" Charlotte had popped up from behind the main counter making Frank jump a little. "Oh, I'm sorry! I hope you liked breakfast." She could not look Frank in the eyes.

"What're you doing back there?" He moved towards the desk, and she looked more nervous.

"Well, we keep the keys for anyone who comes here to valet for them, but they're all locked in this safe." She banged on the safe door with a golf club that looked modified.

Warnings

Gore, Death, Murder, WORK-IN-PROGRESS, not completed (and chapters unknown) but I know the ending, trust me guys I will write it, I just need people to love this idea with me, Zombies, Gay, mcr??

Support my AO3 with part six otherwise, enjoy ♥

The sun dragged Frank's eyes open again, sleeplessness yanked at the growing bags as he felt like no sleep was enough. But when he looked around, the room was empty besides him. Muffled sounds floated in occasionally from far away, outside the door as he covered his head again and turned over attempting to get more sleep.

Sorely interrupted by the door swinging open and Gerard's voice yelling, "Goooooood morning!" in a sing-song voice. Frank was unable to suppress his groan, but the enticing smell of a hot breakfast piqued his interest, making him peak out from under the blanket.

A wide grin was plastered over Gerard's face while Frank showed the complete opposite. Frank groaned louder and covered his face again.

"Oh, come on, Charlotte warmed it up for us and it was great." The hot smell of eggs and bacon floated into Frank's nose making his mouth water. "Plus, you never know when we're gonna get food this good again."

"You guys ate without me..?" Gerard's smile faded quickly.

"Well... I felt bad waking you." He shrugged; Frank continued to stare at him from under the blanket. "Come on, I basically made you breakfast in bed." Gerard made his way through the room to squat in front of Frank. "It's good, I promise." Frank didn't move for some time, but the smell of food made his stomach growl louder than he expected causing him to blush. Gerard's smile came back. "Come on, I promise it's good."

Frank huffed but pushed himself up and took the plate, shoving a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth. Then another, Gerard continued to squat and smile at him. "Do you want a bite?" Frank asked between mouthfuls of food, Gerard chuckled.

"No, I'm just glad to see you eating. We're going to need all the strength we can get before we go and check those cars in the lot."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Well, the girls are collecting the small stash of bullets for the guns they have, Ray has taken to the golf clubs and is making them heavier to smash things better, Mikey's wrapping his bat with some barbed wire they found downstairs-"

"There's a downstairs?" Frank had gone through all of his eggs and was crunching loudly on the bacon.

"Well, yeah, where did you think they store all the balls and extra shit?" Frank just shrugged, mauling the rest of his bacon. "And the girls are helping them. Ray gave them his bat for three of their clubs. He's really excited to 'play golf with their heads now'." Gerard air quoted while laughing. "If you have a preferred weapon of choice I'd suggest looking around for it now before we get going."

Frank thought for a minute, Gerard took his plate from him and stood up. "I'll let you get dressed and everything, I'll go throw this in the kitchen for you. Hopefully the keys to one of those RV's is still here. It would be nice to take some of these pre-made meals with us, so they don't go to waste." Gerard left before Frank could reply. He sat there thinking over the craziness of the past few days.

Scarlet and Charlotte seemed trustworthy enough, it’s not like we can just leave them here to defend themselves... In a world full of zombies, how can we not trust the only other living beings around? Frank sat for a long time mulling it over in his mind, surprised at himself for not questioning the trustworthiness of everyone sooner. What the fuck else am I supposed to do without them, I guess...

Eventually he got out of bed and changed his clothes, thankful again for that final shower he got before leaving his hotel room. He hadn't started to smell yet but wondered how many more days he could go without another one. Or how long it's been since the guys had taken one... He pushed the thought away and slung his bag over his shoulder, heading out into the main lobby. The front doors had been propped open and he saw Mikey and Ray sitting on the truck bed admiring their new weapons, Scarlet sat on the pavement near them looking relaxed.

"Hey!" Charlotte had popped up from behind the main counter making Frank jump a little. "Oh, I'm sorry! I hope you liked breakfast." She could not look Frank in the eyes.

"What're you doing back there?" He moved towards the desk, and she looked more nervous.

"Well, we keep the keys for anyone who comes here to valet for them, but they're all locked in this safe." She banged on the safe door with a golf club that looked modified. Frank was glad they were not relying on just guns, especially after Gerard said their ammo stash was small. "I've tried a few combos, but nothing had worked so I've been looking for it being written on a notepad or something."

"What kind of safe is it?" Frank tried to peak over the counter but was not able to see it. Charlotte motioned for him to come around the desk and squatted to the ground where the safe sat. "How did you work here and not know the passcode?" Frank squatted next to her and examined the buttons.

"Well neither of us were valets, and our boss was very paranoid, so no one knew the code except him and the valets."

"Damn, you weren't kidding when you said he was crazy before..." It was the usual electric safe you would see in any retail or restaurant, but it was clearly aged and had been used quite a bit. "What codes have you tried?"

"Well... all of his families’ birthdays, the date this place opened, his phone number minus the area code... I even tried these random numbers just to see if any of them worked." Charlotte waved a piece of paper in front of them, it seemed to be the numbers of the club members that attended the course.

Frank looked back at the keypad and ran his fingers over the keys, a few of the buttons were chipped and peeling. He pushed them in a random order, but the lock beeped loudly.

"What are you trying?" Charlotte looked just as confused as she sounded.

"Well, some of these numbers are clearly overused see," He fingered the plastic on the 3 and the 7, showing harsh cracks. "Which means the number has to have these five numbers used but with it being a five-digit code, figuring out what repeats and what order they're in is going to be the hard part..." Frank tried another random combination of the numbers and the lock buzzed loudly again.

"So... it has to have a three, seven, five, one, and zero?"

"Yup..." Frank tried again, the lock buzzed again. Charlotte stood up and walked away without saying a word. Welp, okay sure I'll just do this for you. He punched in another combo, and it buzzed again. "Ugh..." Frank groaned audibly, throwing his bag onto the countertop, and sitting down on the ground to become more comfortable.

Frank had tried three more combinations of the numbers, all causing the lock to buzz loudly and negatively at him. As he was ready to give up, Charlotte walked back in and beside him, dropping to the floor to sit too. Gerard followed close behind her. "Heard you guys have a lock problem."

"Yeah, I'm running out of combinations to guess so I'm sure I'll get it..." Frank tried another, but it just buzzed at him again.

"Hang on, let me try this quick." Charlotte scooted closer and Frank moved out of her way. In a swift movement, Charlotte punched in a combination Frank had not tried, and the safe beeped happily. The lock disengaged and she yanked open the door to show numerous rows of keys on different hook levels on each shelf. Charlotte smiled proudly at herself, Gerard was leaning over the counter, this was the first time he had taken his eyes off of Frank.

"Nice! How'd you figure it out?" Charlotte whipped out a sheet of paper and showed it to Frank. It looked like a large batch recipe for an egg-based breakfast, the number she tried had been the number of how many people the recipe would serve.

"I have never seen a recipe that could feed over a thousand people, how did you even figure it out?" Charlotte had both of her arms digging through the keys inside when Frank asked.

"Well, we used to do this all-day breakfast event where people could come as early as four A.M. to get food, or as late as like... midnight, I think sometimes one even if it was a busy night. Anyways, this was the dish that would be prepared that day, usually it would take the whole day prepare it all and make it, but it was our bosses favorite, which is why we had a breakfast day in the first place. It was a cheap meal that we could make cheaply, and old people loved it. The zero threw me off because the recipe only serves over a thousand but DUH, the zero came first!" She yanked out a few keys, her mouth holding the biggest smile Frank had seen on her. "Oooooh, I so hope one of these RV's has a shower."

"There's no showers in this whole building?" Gerard spoke, Charlotte and Frank had almost forgotten he was still here. But Charlotte laughed.

"He was a cheapskate! He thought allowing his team to shower at work would be a waste of water, especially with how much water the kitchen would use. He once yelled at them for using 'too much' water because the re-fried beans he was ordering required water in order to be made. We stopped offering re-fried beans after that." Frank laughed at this.

"Good lord, this guy sounds insane. Good job, Charlotte, I don't think any of us would've been able to figure that out." Charlotte's face turned red, and she began stammering a thank you out as Ray, Mikey, and Scarlet all walked back into the lobby talking loudly to each other. Frank and Charlotte stood up to greet them.

"Hey Frank! Any luck on the safe, Charlotte?" Ray asked sweetly, leaning over the counter just as Gerard was. Without saying a word, Charlotte spilled the keys onto the counter causing Ray and Scarlet to cheer for her. Mikey even cracked a smile, which surprised Frank.

"How'd you figure it out?!" Scarlet sounded astonished.

"Well, honestly I wouldn't have been able to if Frank didn't investigate the buttons first. But this," she pulled the recipe sheet out again and placed it on the table.

"A recipe for... Eggs, toast, and baked beans? Sounds very... Brit'ish." Ray mocked in an English accent.

"Oh! Breakfast day!" Scarlet got cozy next to Ray on the counter to look over the sheet. Ray stood still as stone. "What number was it?" Scarlet was using her finger to scan all the different numbers on the sheet as Charlotte dropped her finger onto the amount it served, and Scarlet's mouth dropped open. "No. Way. We would've literally NEVER guessed that."

"I KNOW. He might've been a dick, but he was smart sometimes, I guess." Charlotte left the recipe on the counter and moved back down to the safe. "There's a few more RV keys in here, but I know there's only three out in the gated lot."

"Oh, we scouted behind the fence while we were out there," Scarlet backed off of Ray as he started telling his story. "There were a ton more in the back lot, outside the gate obviously, and we saw some parked around the front on the road, Scarlet mentioned sometimes people would park there if they weren't planning on staying long."

"That's true," Charlotte said as she popped back up with a handful of keys again. "We should definitely check those ones before we go to the back lot, did it look infested?"

"No more than the green is." Ray continued. "Which, I assume, will be easy to avoid?" He held his breath as he waited for one of the to reply. Scarlet and Charlotte glanced at each other.

"I mean... We can avoid the green, but it's not like the back lot is fenced in, so there's a higher chance of it being more dangerous if we get loud." Charlotte replied and shrugged. "As long as we have these keys, I think we can avoid any loud noises or anything that might attract them to us."

"We are all still pretty dirty so I doubt any of them would notice our scent." Scarlet added. Frank kept his mouth shut, he had changed out of his bloody clothes, but didn't look as clean as he truly was, especially since he had narrowly avoided most of the fighting since meeting Gerard.

"Welp, we will see about that won’t we?" Gerard banged on the counter and stood up straight, Mikey had made his way to stand by him. "Now that we have the keys, I think we're ready to go searching, yeah?" He looked around at everyone.

"Um..." Frank spoke up now. "Actually, I still need to get a better weapon. Preferably something longer than that wrench I was using." Frank had left the wrench on the floor of the truck after the girls had go. He did not think much about what he would use instead, but he knew he was not comfortable using something as short as that.

"You can use my old bat?" Ray offered, pointing his thumb back to the trunk where it lay bare among the other bat and golf clubs that had all been upgraded to do more damage.

"The guns will be good as a longer weapon when we run out of ammo." Gerard suggested, shrugging. Everyone stared at him with a different phase of confusion on their face.

"Gee, you know eventually your gun is going to break if you keep using it like a bat." Mikey pointed out. Gerard shot him a scrunched look.

"Actually, I was going to look around and see if there’s maybe a fire axe in case of emergencies? Something with a sharp end would be cool, I don't want anyone else to have to hurt their hands upgrading another bat or something for me."

"Why wouldn't you do it yourself?" Mikey asked quickly, but Frank just shrugged.

"I don't really want to put in that effort." This made Scarlet and Charlotte laugh together. Frank smiled, but Mikey stayed stone-faced.

"We actually do have one! I never thought about that, it's downstairs with the clubs." Scarlet said.

"Why wouldn't it be up there? You probably wouldn't want to go downstairs when there's a fire going on, especially since the way down in right next to the kitchen which is literally probably the only room in this whole building that would set on fire." Scarlet and Charlotte shrugged together again.

"I remember when he ordered it," Scarlet started.

"Me too, but he never got it installed." Charlotte continued.

"Yeah, no he literally got it in, and it didn't come with the emergency box or whatever,"

"I literally remember him saying he wasn't going to pay more money for 'something that he would probably never use'." Charlotte air quoted.

"I remember that too! I mean, he never did use it but still..." Scarlet finished and the guys all stared for a moment. It almost scared them when the two of them got going back and forth.

"Well, I'll be the first to use it, can someone show me downstairs?" Frank poked in. Scarlet nodded enthusiastically and motioned for him to follow her as she turned on her heels and began walking to towards the kitchen. Frank scrambled to follow her as the rest of the group stayed and continued to talk about an action plan for when the two of them came back.

Eventually their talking became incoherent as they reached the kitchen, Scarlet took a sharp turn left down a hallway Frank had not noticed the previous night. The hallway was mostly empty, and relatively short, they reached a large metal door marked BASEMENT in just a couple of steps.

"Watch your step, there's no lights down here." Scarlet warned as she yanked open the door and pulled a tiny flashlight from her pocket to shine down the steps. The air was cold and dusty as they made their way down. The dusty was still stirring from when they came down earlier for the club. The metal door closed loudly behind them, making Frank jump.

"That doesn't lock behind us, right?" He asked nervously as he stayed close to her. She giggled at this.

"You are scared, aren't you? No, there's not even a lock on that door. The lack of lighting was our boss’s idea of a way to keep people out. And it worked, I don't think I've really ever seen anyone come down here, but you can probably tell from the amount of dust." Scarlet spoke through a few coughs that the dust caused as they walked through the basement. There were no windows so the darkness enveloped them quickly, making Frank constantly look behind him even though he could hardly see. He stuck close to Scarlet as she weaved them through shelves full of random golfing supplies, clothing, and cans of food.

In what seemed like the back corner of the entire basement, an unused fire axe sat upside down among huge bags full of golf balls. Frank got excited and grabbed it only to realize there was a very thick layer of dust that covered it. He peeled off the dust with his hand that he wiped on his pants, "Hold your breath." He warned Scarlet as he took a deep inhale; he watched as she did the same before banging the axe against the bags of golf balls. Dust flew up into the air and the two of them began to squint as the dust was irritating more than just their lungs. "It's not perfect, but I can spray it down in the kitchen, come on, let’s get out of here." Frank mumbled as he took a few steps away from the huge cloud of dust he just created.

The two made it back and up the stairs without a challenge. Frank did not realized Scarlet had held her breath the whole time and waited to breathe again once they got out into the hallway again. "Sorry, I thought it would clean it a little better." They examined the axe, it had significantly less dust on it than when they found it, but it looked as though there were a few layers just stuck to it from the lack of care.

"It's fine!" Scarlet seemed to be heaving a little, quite out of breath. "The kitchen has a giant sprayer at one of the prep sinks, it's by the veggie storage, I'll meet you back in the lobby?" Frank nodded and they went their separate ways once they reached the kitchen doors again. Frank had remembered seeing the giant sprayer but did not want to interrupt Scarlet, and he was thankful to have some time alone now.

He made his way through the kitchen, looking at everything again. He had never worked in food service or anywhere with a kitchen like this one, it amazed him a little to see such large kitchen appliances. Although he was the shortest in the group, minus now Charlotte, he did not feel tiny until he stood next to the refrigerators in this room. He made his way over the two giant sinks with a springing hose like faucet hanging over it. He dropped the axe in, blade down, and sprayed it with full force. The hose shook in his hand as he used the other to flip the axe over. It took some pressure, but the ace was clean, as he pulled the axe out, the wooden handle felt awful now that it was wet. I didn't even think about that, this is going to take forever to dry. Frank groaned at himself but shook the axe anyways and made his way back out into the lobby.

Everyone was still crowded around the counter; Mikey was now leaning against a wall behind Gerard and not participating in much of the conversation that just sounded like everyone talking over each other. Frank cleared his throat and got everyone's attention, hauling the axe over his shoulder.

"Who's ready to go raid some RV's?"

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