#however every two minutes or so there is a particularly Loud bang that scared the shit out of me

[tardis--dreams]

You wouldn't think it was possible for me to hate anyone more than i hate my neighbor. But let me introduce you to my new most behated person in the world: my Other neighbor

#idk what they're doing everynight until like 4am #but it sounds like they're cleaning or doing dishes or just stomping on the floor or whatever #there's Constant banging that's barely blocked out by my earplugs #barely but it's possible #however every two minutes or so there is a particularly Loud bang that scared the shit out of me #a few times because it sounded like it came from my own room #they're also watching something so you hear muffled voices which is truly disgusting #this has been going on for weeks but I'm genuinely too exhausted to even neighbor hate post on here #it's not even anger anymore #just suffering #i literally cried earlier because of this lmao #kill them #now whenever neighbor 1 is quiet neighbor 2 is loud #and vice versa #and sometimes they're both loud #i want to die

[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

Claiming Ones Own

This chapter was a pain to write. It's not perfect but will do as brain seems to want to focus on the next chapter hay ho! Enjoy. Cross posted on AO3.

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Chapter 4 - Bedtime Disasters

By the time the trio had finished their meal it was late/early, depending on your viewpoint, but one thing was certain was that it was past Marie’s bedtime. This may have been a good point to try and get her to sleep, but given that a) they are bats, sleep is for the weak as Tim would state and b) Marie had been fed probably not the wisest proportion of chocolate in the last few hours, sleep was not really on the cards any time soon.

Cass and Jason worked in tandem clearing the table and storing what remained of the takeaway in the fridge. Jason had managed to demolish a significant amount unsurprisingly, so there wasn’t much to box up. Marie stood fascinated, watching the adults dance around each other with practiced ease, taking in all the subtle communication they gave to each other.

As Cass started to wash up the dishes, Jason sighed and set off towards the bathroom. Despite his grumbling’s Jason knew it was his safest course of action. The Alfred threat looming over him was not worth the energy fighting over and simpler to just do the task. Alfred, for all his neutrality, was wrapped around Cass’s little finger (much like Bruce), and now Cass was providing him with a great grandchild would give her more protection of Alfreds disappointment. He doubted it would be long till Pixie learnt that skill from Cass either. Pixie had a charm about her and was already working her magic on him and Cass.

Seeing Jason leave, Marie bouncing with unspent energy, quietly followed to see what he was up to. Washing dishes seemed boring to her, and she had already seen the kitchen. She knew where the chocolate was stored which was the key important factor. Silently she shadowed Jason, that was until he went towards the remains of the battle zone.

“No trick here Pixie, I’m just cleaning up the mess. I’m not gonna get you wet, promise. You can watch if ya like or have a look around the apartment. No escaping or running, we’ve just got ya and don’t want to have to save you again from some more bastards!”

The little huff of air as her response got Jason to chuckle. “We care about you Pixie. Cass claiming ya means your family now. Like it or not you’re stuck with us. Cass won’t give you up easily” Jason replied before starting work on tidying the bathroom.

Marie flitted around the apartment observing them both, wondering off briefly exploring before returning to see where they were. Over the meal they gained a small amount of trust, it was clear to see they meant her no harm so was letting some of her walls down for the moment appeared to be ok. She didn’t completely trust them but she didn’t not trust them.

During her apartment adventures Maria found a thing with buttons on. Inquisitively she pressed some of the buttons. She squeaked in surprise as the TV turned on. Cass heard the noise escaping her daughter and ran into the room in a panic. Heart pounding. Was her daughter ok? Has she hurt herself? Has someone however unlikely broken in?!!!

Relief flooded through Cass as she arrived on the scene, Marie hypnotised by the tv showing some baking show. Easing into a smile, Cass went and grabbed a couple of blankets and draped one round her shoulders and one around Maries. Gently guiding Marie to her lap on the sofa they both snuggled on the sofa to watch the baking show while Jason finished off.

When Jason finished, he found the pair fast asleep wrapped up tight in blankets with the TV and lights still on. As he turned the TV and lights off, two drowsy heads glared at him as he backed away before settling down to sleep. ‘Pixie is such a mini Cass in the making’ flashed through his head.

Jason woke to loud banging on his door, groggily he sat up and with a sleep ladened voice groaned, “What do you want Cass”. The woman barged into his room, “Missing” ‘Marie is missing!!! We slept on the sofa, when I woke, she was gone!’ “Help Jay!!”. Slowly shaking he sleep out of his body, Jason finally registered what Cass was saying and appearance. Cass was unnervingly jittery and had glimmers of fear and worry marking her face. To catch Cass’s mask cracking freaked Jason out.

“Fuck” Jason jumped out of bed. His head finally catching up with the conversation. Cass was scared. Pixie had disappeared between the time he’d gone to bed and Cass waking up. Street kids were tricky, they knew how to escape and avoid trouble. Giving what they saw of her on the streets, she had the potential to slip out the apartment without triggering the alarms. They were set up for those slipping in, not out. He thought that they had reassured her enough to stay the night and well hopefully trust them.

“Shit! Fuck! Where have you looked Cass? Are you sure she’s left the apartment?” grabbing some joggers to slip on, Jason walked over to the semi frantic Cass.

‘Looked in living room and bedroom. I couldn’t see her. Doors and windows locked still don’t think she left but I’ Cass looked up at Jason, her anxiety was showing ‘I panicked. Need help to find her’

Systematically the pair hunted the apartment. Looking in all the unusual places a child could hide. Pixie was appearing to be an expert at disappearing.

Throwing caution to the wind Jason looked in the blanket cupboard. Almost missing it, Jason could see a glimpse of hair poking out. Jason could only smile. His niece was hidden, you could barely see her, under the pile of blankets and right at the back so only if you were seriously looking for her. Leaving the girl who seemed content to rest Jason strode off to find Cass.

“Hey Cass, you can chill now. I found your gremlin. She is in the blanket cupboard all nested and asleep still.”

The visible effect of those words surprised Jason as tension and anxiety left his sister’s body. ‘Thank you Jay’. His niece had really wormed her way into Cass’s heart, and his heart too.

…………….

Being a mother was surprisingly more complex than Cass had thought as she reviewed her first almost week.

Meal times had been an interesting challenge to overcome with Marie demanding chocolate ALL the time. That was until Cass thought of chocolate milk. This seemed to appease her quirky child, so though at times convincing her to try new things was harder than it should be, Marie was more co-operative. At least now meals were not food covered in chocolate spread or succumbing to chocolate bar demands.

Taking Marie shopping had also been an experience she, and Jay, would rather forget. Marie disappearing for 30 minutes had caused an awful lot of fraught feelings for Cass and Jason as they hunted manically for her. When Marie reappeared she seemed quite content with a collection of jewellery and nonplussed about the chaos and anxiety she’d left behind her. Her pickpocketing habits would need to be addressed as she kept the ring she obtained but she gifted the rest to Jason and Cass. The gift given would have been sweet if it a) wasn’t stolen and b) she didn’t think that she needed to buy love/care. Shopping also unraveled that the girl was particularly picky about clothes and distrustful of strangers. All in all, it resulted in a lot of stress for the Wayne adoptees. Shopping trips were now off the table for a while if Marie was involved.

Though these were issues and problems, Cass felt she had managed to overcome them or at least manage to for the most part. Ok, that was a lie but she had plans semi in place.

Her current headache at this moment in time was sleep! Well more the waking. She wasn’t sure how she would survive a month of parenthood at this rate. Every, and she really did mean every, morning Marie was missing only to be found in another location. It was causing her more distress that she’d like to admit.

She had hoped that the first blanket nest situation the first night was a one off. Turns out that was a no. Jason was finding it all too amusing as well!

After night 1, night 2 was spent coaching Marie to sleep in her bed. Buying a new bed hadn’t crossed their minds after the shopping fiasco, and Jason wasn’t currently willing to relinquish the spare room. Something about his guns and personal space. Getting her into a soft bed still required too much chocolate bribery. Waking up to Marie missing. Again. Freaked Cass out. Eventually she was sound curled up in a suitcase on top of the wardrobe.

Night 3 Cass slept in the bed with Marie, hoping that it would convince her to stay in the bed all night. That failed when she was found asleep under the bed. At least that time it was semi easy to find the girl.

Night 4 Cass burrito’d and swaddled the girl up in blankets. Restricting her movements may help her settle and remain in bed. That failed too. Marie was found sleeping in Cass’s wardrobe this time. Slightly easier to find again.

By night 5 Cass was close to pulling her hair out. The morning drama’s were getting to her and Jason finally conceded the spare bedroom to her daughter. The amusement was still there but not as strong. That was a sort of win, Marie gaining her own space and hopefully learning to trust them more.

That was a complete disaster as Marie disappeared again this time. The girl was eventually found wrapped in a blanket nest in the kitchen cupboard amazingly hidden behind the food. An impressive way to hide. Chocolate wrappers were also found.

‘Jay! Help. I don’t understand. Why won’t she stay in bed? What am I doing wrong?’

“You’re doing great Cass! Chill a bit. Pixie is eating more than chocolate and we are finding her quicker each day. She’ll run out of new hiding places soon which will mean we will find out her favourite space to sleep”

‘Nooo Jaaay! Help! Please she needs to learn to sleep in bed. I can’t introduce her to Alfred otherwise. He’d want to meet her. Which brings the rest of them. And I don’t want to loose her! The others would be too much!! Please! Please! Pleeeease Jay!!! For Alfred if not meee!"

Jason could do without the morning stress too and Cass did raise a good point about Alfred and the rest of the bats. Sighing, Jason pondered over what Pixie was doing and recalled his time adjusting to the manor.

“Cass, she likes small safe, hidden spaces. Open spaces leave her vulnerable and open to attack. I think she knows that we won’t do that, but it's a hard habit to break. Plus she is a stubborn girl, a true bat I guess. I know I didn’t like the big rooms at the manor to begin with. Perhaps we can create a safe nest in her room to see if she’ll stay. A small safe space. The room is too big currently for her to be used to it.”

Smiling Cass nodded. The logic sort of followed.

That evening Cass and Jason worked together to make a blanket fort nest in the corner of the room. Marie watching with curious eyes. Playing with the ring she’d taken to wearing on a chain. When Cass started to take the bedding off the bed into the blanket fort, Maries eyes’ turned to saucers as she worked out what was happening. Tugging on Cass’s arm ‘Marie help?’ caused Cass to smile in pride and nod. Marie was starting to sign more delighting Cass and semi trusting them.

The next morning Cass woke to find Marie still dozing in her blanket fort and smiled! This obstacle was conquered.

Note: thank you to PickledPlumFan on AO3 for the chocolate milk idea/concept.

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[hold-my-hand-kuroo]

rainy days with seijoh third years

oikawa tooru

He’s the type of guy who invites you over knowing well that it’ll rain later in the day and go, “Oh no. Not a storm. I guess you’ll have to stay here longer.” He doesn’t even try to act as if he’s already had everything planned out and is insistent that you stay the night, even if the rain stops sooner than expected.

He likes the idea of turning off all the lights in his home. It’s dark and cozy, and he’ll even make a pillow fort with all the blankets he has in his home so that you can snuggle with him in comfort.

X-Files is an absolute must. The combination of you in his arms with aliens in the background is far too good to pass off, and while he has an episode playing in the background, he’ll be talking to you about the latest extraterrestrial news. If you take the time respond back with questions, even simple ones like asking about the names of planets, Oikawa will practically glow. It shows him that you’re interested in his nerding out or at the very least, paying attention to his rambling, and not many people can do that.

Kisses are also important. Every few seconds or so, he’ll tilt his head to kiss you lightly on the forehead or cheek. There’s something about being so close to you in such a dark setting that he finds intimate, and if he’s not careful, he’ll definitely fall asleep with an arm over your waist.

He’s not actually afraid of thunder, but whenever there is a loud rumble that shakes the entire building, he’ll pretend to be scared and ask for you to comfort him. This is secret code for Oikawa telling you that he wants to be the little spoon.

Even if you try to leave the fort to get a snack or use the bathroom, he follows you all the way until he can’t. You practically have to drag him wherever you go, because he really won’t let go of your waist.

When he sees that you’re getting a little sleepy, he’ll turn off the TV and take you to bed. If the thunder is too loud for you to fall asleep, he’ll press your head to his chest and hum offkey to help drown out the sounds. And if that doesn’t work, you best believe that you’ll be up all night talking to him about anything and everything.

iwaizumi hajime

He’s the literal epitome of responsibility, so once he hears the first drops of rain pitter-patter against the window, he’s going around the entire house to check if he’s prepared for a storm. If there’s laundry hanging out to dry, he has that taken back inside immediately, asking you to help but only if you’re willing. He’ll triple-check to see if all the windows are closed properly and if he has enough food in the fridge to last the day.

He cooks dinner with you for a multitude of reasons, telling you that it’s the healthier and more economic option that take-out is, but it’s secretly due to the fact that it’s a small taste of a domestic life with you. From the beginning where the two of you are doing simple ingredient prep and brainstorming what you could make from a limited array of resources to the end where you’re playfully splashing water at him while washing the dishes, Iwaizumi enjoys all of it.

Like Oikawa, there are times were he also nerds out, so when everything is said and done with dinner, he has you sit in his lap with two cups of warm tea set aside on the table. He’ll let you pick a book from his shelves, each one being about monsters or mythological creatures, and he’ll read it to you. He’s a lot more animated this way, going on and on about the origins and lore of his favorites while laughing at the ones that remind him of his teammates.

He’s also the early to bed early to rise type of guy, so once the clock hits 11 PM at the latest, he urges you to get ready for bed. If you whine a little bit, he’ll let you stay up for another few minutes, but the two of you are definitely cuddled under the sheets by 11:30. He’s guilty of having his own late nights or even all-nighters, but he won’t let that happen to you when he’s around. Anything less than eight hours of sleep is a failure on Iwaizumi’s part, and he will not let that happen.

He’s absolutely soft for goodnight kisses and will return them back tenfold. When he thinks that you’ve fallen asleep, he takes it as his opportunity to murmur something about how grateful he is to have you and how he’s the luckiest person in the entire world before closing his eyes himself. He’s definitely up first the next morning just watching your peaceful sleeping figure and thinking about how he wants to do this whole sleepover thing every day. Whether you choose to tease him or not is up to you, but he’ll definitely go beet-red if you do.

hanamaki takahiro

He’ll treat a rainy day in like any lazy day at home except with the added bonus that is you. The only down side is that he can’t really go out and buy sweets, so instead, he makes them at home with you. Hanamaki doesn’t really care all that much if they turn out well or not considering that he’s mostly there to tease you a little bit by putting dough or whipped cream on your face when you’re least expecting it. He may be quiet, but that doesn’t make him not a gremlin.

In fact, he prefers if the entire process is chaotic from start to finish so that he can tease you about about how awful the baked goods will turn out. Argue back that things will be okay, and he’ll be ten times more pessimistic. It’s only to make fun of you though. He’d eat anything you made for or with him, and no matter how charred your cookies come our or how much he wonders if he’ll get sent to the ER for consuming non-edible substances, he’ll find a way to choke them all down.

When the two of you are done with baking, it’s an absolute chore to get him to clean up with you. He’ll put up a tough front as you tug and shake at him to get off the couch, but he’s really just putting an act on since he finds it endearing when you’re being pussy and trying to order him around. He’d never leave you alone to clean up his messes, but he sure does work hard at making you believe that. 

He’s not much of a stickler in terms of eating, so take-out is his first pick when it comes to what to do for meals. He’s already cleaned up once and would prefer not to do it again, especially since he’s not that confident in cooking himself and would hate for you to do it alone. It’s just easier for Hanamaki to scroll through a menu with you and wait with you cuddling into his side for the delivery to arrive. 

Hanamaki will never instigate bad ideas, but he’ll never turn them down either, so if you ask him to stay up all night with you because you just can’t sleep with the thunder, he won’t say no. In fact, he’s the one who pulls you to bed just to scroll through Twitter or Instagram with him. He’ll comment once every few posts about how certain videos remind him of you, but he won’t elaborate on why. It’s left ambiguous enough for you to wonder if you’re being insulted, but he’ll clarify later that they were meant as compliments while kissing you all over.

matsukawa issei

Matsukawa’s the only one out of the four to suggest going outside during the rain. It’s not that he particularly likes it, but what he does enjoy is sharing an umbrella with you only to take it away from right over your head so that you get soaked. He does this all while grinning, even when you take the umbrella right out of his hands to splash him with water. It’s not hard to get back at him since he’s not trying very hard to resist.

It’s all part of his master plan to get you in the bathtub with him, and right when you two get back home, he immediately starts running a bath, mumbling something about how he doesn’t want you to catch a cold and that you should get warmed up right away. 

He doesn’t have fancy candles or soaps, but it’s still enjoyable, especially when he offers to help you wash your hair and scrub your back. You want to stay in the tub for a longer time, but Matsukawa hates pruning and drags you back out right when you’ve begun to melt in his arms. You definitely grumble about it, but it only makes him laugh.

He doesn’t seem like it, but he’s actually deathly afraid that you’ll get sick from his little scheme. Regardless of your hair length, he’ll motion you over so that he can dry your hair for you. He tells himself that it’s to ensure that you don’t catch a cold, but he also likes the feeling of his fingers slipping through your locks. He isn’t expecting you to return his favor, but if you do offer to dry his hair for him, he’s over the moon.

Like Hanamaki and Oikawa, Matsukawa isn’t opposed to all-nighters either. In his mind, it’s more bang for his buck since he can spend a longer time talking and joking around with you; however, unlike Hanamaki, he does instigate bad ideas.

It’s 1 AM, and in the middle of playing video games with you, he hears you mention something about wanting coffee. Suddenly, he’s all over his phone, searching for the nearest Starbucks to order from and making sure that there’s extra whipped cream on both of your drinks. The sugar gets him extra giddy. Sure, he’s been laughing all day because of you, but he’ll laugh even louder during the sugar rush.

And when the two of you crash on the floor in his living room? He does his best to make sure that you’re comfortable and positioned nicely against his body before dozing off himself.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #oikawa #iwaizumi #hanamaki #matsukawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #seijoh x reader

[geralehane]

an unlikely cupid

Raven and Clarke get drunk and accidentally summon Lexa the old and powerful deity who's also hopelessly, helplessly gay.

or, the one where Lexa and Clarke live happily ever after.

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If Clarke has ever learned anything in life, it would be two things. One: most ideas Raven comes up with are surprisingly idiotic, considering her brilliance. Two: Drunk Clarke never agrees with anything Sober Clarke thinks, and Raven’s ideas being idiotic is not an exception.

In fact, Drunk Clarke loves Raven’s ideas. Which is exactly how the two of them find themselves in their dorm at two-fifty five in the morning, spilling whiskey all over a wooden board Raven found in her grandma’s attic last weekend.

A wooden Ouija board, to be precise.

Sober Clarke told Raven to burn it down. Drunk Clarke giggles and snatches it from her hands, eagerly looking it over. “How do we know it works?”

“Fuck if I know,” is her answer as Raven takes a huge swig straight from the bottle, wincing at the strong burn. “We place our fingers on this small thing and hope for the best.”

“That’s what she said,” Clarke hiccups. “You ready? We ready?”

Raven’s enthusiastic nod and the splash of whiskey from the bottle notify her that everyone is more than ready. “Alright,” Clarke says. “Wait, why are we doing this, again?”

“Cause Halloween, man,” Raven loudly lets her know, nodding at her own words.

“Oh.” Clarke thinks for a minute. “True.” She squints at the board. “Is it okay that we spilled whiskey on it?”

Raven nods.

“Is it okay if I lick it off?”

Raven nods again.

So Clarke does. She drools a little on it, right in the center, but she’s too drunk to care, so she simply wipes it away.

“Hot,” her friend comments with a wide, sloppy grin. “Okay. Gimme those sausages, Griffin.”

“Hey!” Clarke makes two fists, hiding her fingers. “Fuck you. They are not sausages. They are magnificent.”

“As someone who bangs chicks, you’d think you’d learn to appreciate the gift from gods.”

“I’d trade them for a girlfriend,” Clarke says. “Or Cheetos. I’m hungry.”

“Quit dicking around and let’s do this.”

Clarke doesn’t voice another that’s what she said, but she makes damn sure Raven gets her train of thought when she waggles her eyebrows at her.

//

All Lexa wanted was to come back to her plane of existence and climb in a bathtub. That’s literally all she wanted. She doesn’t even particularly cares if there’s going to be water in it. She just likes the concept. Sometimes, humans have the best ideas.

Everything is giving her a headache that day. It’s like the whole universe with every world in it have decided to band together against her. Well. That’s Halloween for her. Despite it becoming a largely commercial holiday, no one cancelled Samhain just because humans decided they wanted to be a Joker once a year.

Vile creature, that man – and she says that as someone who’s viewed as demonic. She’s not actually a demon – that’s common misconception. She’s just an old goddess. Humans know a lot of her names, and none of them can even begin to imagine that she’s the one behind those faces, portrayed grim, evil, and, most offensively, male.

Lexa sighs. Her Hades days were certainly the most fun, but the tale’s been twisted so much she’s not sure she enjoys those memories quite in the same way. Oh well. Samhain is almost over. She can finally kick back and relax in a hot tub and maybe open up a bottle of ambrosia she saved for a special occasion. And what could be more special than a night of self-care?

Now, Lexa never considered herself particularly lucky. Mostly because Luck and her had a brief affair that did not end well, and she’s been mildly cursed ever since. Nothing she can’t live with, of course – but just a tad inconvenient. She’s certainly learned to cherish small blessings. That’s why, when she feels a tell-tale tug in her gut before being hurled back to a dimension she’s just left, she’s not even surprised. She simply whispers a quick thank you that she hasn’t taken her clothes off yet.

With that, she sighs and lets herself be whisked away back to Earth, wondering  with scientific curiosity who could have possibly found out the summoning spell.

//

“I’m pretty sure you’re doing it wrong.”

“This seems like a ‘that’s what she said’ moment, but I assure you, she’s never said that.”

Raven blinks. Reaches for the bottle and pouts when she finds it empty. “Who is she, anyway?”

“Fuck if I know,” Clarke repeats Raven’s words from earlier. “And I’m not doing anything wrong. You’re supposed to move this thing,” she gestures to the heart-shaped piece of wood, with a hole in the middle of it that she looks through at Raven.

“Maybe there’s an instruction or something,” Raven mutters, grabbing the planchette. Clarke resists and tugs it back, resulting in Raven’s forehead colliding with her mouth. Hard.

“Shit!” Clarke exclaims when a droplet of blood falls onto the board from her now-split lip. “Raven, what the fuck?”

Her friend only shrugs apologetically. Not even apologetically. In fact, she doesn’t even shrug. “You’re doing it wrong,” she says.

“I do everything right,” Clarke argues, taking the planchette back. “Sit and watch. And prepare for an I told you so.”

//

Lexa blinks when the spinning finally stops and she’s rematerialized in what appears to be a room in a college dormitory. That alone surprises her more than anything that’s happened today. Surely, a college student couldn’t have known all the steps necessary to complete a ritual.

“…prepare for an I told you so,” she catches and turns in the direction of the voice, squinting. English. American English, to be exact. Things are taking an interesting turn. She was expecting a bunch of men unsatisfied with life and recent feminist movement. Not two drunk college girls.

She comes closer to get a better look at them, and no, she’s definitely not prepared for what she sees. And what she sees is an angel. An actual angel with a bloody lip and unfocused gaze and a strong alcoholic smell. An angel with blonde tresses and bluest eyes.

Lexa can’t stop herself from letting out the smallest, softest gasp.

She’s immensely grateful for her ability to be invisible.

She’s frozen in place, eyes taking in every inch of the girl’s body when that same voice – and oh, what a voice it is! – addresses the room, husky and low. “Is anyone here with us?”

Lexa takes a deep breath, rubs her suddenly cold hands, and hesitantly steps forward, placing her own fingers on the wooden planchette and shakily dragging it to the word “yes”.

//

“Raven!” Clarke yelps, jumping from the board. “Raven, I did it!”

Raven, however, does not share her enthusiasm. “Yeah,” she says blankly. “I saw you move it.”

“No, see, see,” with fast slurred speech and disheveled hair, Clarke more closely resembles a maniac than a bright daughter of two respected surgeons. “I didn’t – Raven,” she gasps, happy she finally gets a good reason to pause for a dramatic effect. “I didn’t move it,” she finishes in a loud whisper.

Raven stares at her. And stares. And stares some more before she starts to chuckle, slowly at first. Soon, it escalated into a continuous giggling. “Sure, Clarke,” she manages to say. “I believe you.”

“But I’m telling the truth!” Clarke gets suddenly upset. Why doesn’t Raven believe her?

“And I’m marrying Finn tomorrow. Get real, Griff.” The planchette hits Raven’s forehead as soon as she’s finished talking.

“See!”

Clarke’s triumphant yell pales in contrast with Raven’s terrified scream.

//

That is very, very loud. Lexa does not like loud.

Unless Clarke likes loud. Then she loves loud.

Right now, however, it’s starting to become a little extreme. So she sighs and waves her hand, silencing the girl whose name is Raven. She has to admit – watching her try to scream silently is mildly amusing.

But then it scares Clarke, too. “Who’s here? Who’s doing this?”

She sighs again. Then, she makes her voice audible so that Clarke can hear you. “You have noting to fear. My name is Lexa. I will give your friend her voice back, but only if she promises not to scream.”

After Raven’s rigorous nodding, Lexa waves her hand again, and the girl coughs, eyes wide and expression sober. “Who – who are you?!”

“Oh,” Lexa says, because she hasn’t really thought things this far. “I have many names and positions. I believe you know me as the devil, but I promise you, I’m vastly different from that portrayal.”

Raven blinks. “Did she just say she’s Satan?”

“I think so,” Clarke whispers back, and Lexa freezes again, watching the way she presses her lips together. How is she so beautiful?

“Does Satan really expect me to believe she’s, what, nice?”

“Well, yes,” Lexa speaks up. “That would be a polite thing to do.”

“Oh hell no,” Raven says. “I don’t play with demons,” she announces, despite the fact that it’s exactly what she’s been doing for the past half an hour. “If you’re nice, tell us how to get rid of you.”

Now it’s Lexa’s turn to blink. “I’m afraid that’s not possible,” she says apologetically. Then her eyes widen with realization. “Oh! You meant get me to leave this room?”

“Yeah. Exactly. How do we do that?”

“Oh, you – you don’t. I can come and go as I please now. That’s the whole point of the summoning spell.”

Clarke and Raven look at each other, eyes wide. “The what now?!”

//

So turns out that while Luck and Lexa are not exactly pals, Fate definitely favors her. Through a series of events that they can’t exactly deem either fortunate or unfortunate just yet, Clarke and Raven manage to accidentally summon one of the most powerful beings known to man. And that being just happens to fall head over heels for Clarke.

Raven finds it weird. Clarke finds it sweet. And Fate – well, Fate doesn’t find it impossible.

“Lexa, dear,” she mumbles around a thin cigarette while Lexa broods all over her realm, having just come back from Earth after yet another night with Clarke, full of talking and laughing and soft unspoken confessions on both ends. “Just take some time off and spend a life with that girl. She’ll join you after it’s over anyway. What’s seventy years to you? A blink of an eye. Besides, have you forgotten how fun it is to grow old?”

So Lexa sighs, fishes the best outfit she has out of her memory, and goes back to earth wearing her corporeal form and a pale blue oxford shirt with sleeves rolled up. She faintly recalls Clarke liking that.

In hindsight, waiting for Clarke in her room might not have been her best idea, but can she be blamed, really? She got used to it. She just kinda forgot she wasn’t visible all previous times she’s been there.

Clarke walks through her door a moment later, eyes on her phone. “Lexa, I’m home!” she calls out, not looking up as she kicks her shoes off. “You here? Le- Jesus fucking Christ!”

Lexa never particularly liked the man, but the profanity still makes her wince. “Hello, Clarke.”

“Holy shit,” Clarke exhales, pressing a hand to her chest and bending to retrieve her phone that fell out of her grip when she jumped in fright upon finding a stranger sitting on her bed. “Who are you? Damn it, Raven. I told her to always let me kno- wait a minute.” She stops, blinking. “I know that voice.”

Lexa feels her lips stretch in a smile. It’s an incredible feeling. “Hello, Clarke.” She repeats, rising to her feet and offering her a giant bouquet she retrieves from thin air.

“Oh God,” Clarke whispers, rapidly blinking sudden tears away. “Lexa. Oh my God.”

“Well, technically, yes,” Lexa says, “but we can skip the formalities.”

Clarke’s warm, solid body slams into hers next, and she huffs in surprise, falling down on Clarke’s bed with the girl on top of her, clinging to her. “Lexa,” Clarke sobs. “You’re here. It’s you. You’re here.”  

“Yes,” she confirms. “I’m here. It’s me.”

Clarke’s lips on hers feel better than anything she’s ever experienced, and she’s been around for a little longer than eternity. “I can’t believe I’m holding you in my arms,” Clarke whispers when they part, breathing ragged. “You’re so real. So warm, too. Is that – is that how you really look like?”

“Yes,” she gives another affirmative. “I’m not wearing someone’s body. We’ve been over this.”

“I know,” Clarke chuckles. “I’m just checking.”

She trails a finger down Lexa’s cheek, slow and tender. Lexa sees the unspoken question in her eyes. She answers with no hesitation. “I’m here to stay. For as long as you want me.”

“Then that means you’re stuck with me forever.”

Lexa laughs. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. Although I do believe it’s the other way around. Clarke, I…” she swallows, and Clarke smoothes her thumb over the skin of her throat where it bobs. “If you ever decide to end our – this, I’ll understand. But I’m afraid I’m a little different.”

“Lexa,” Clarke coos, shushing her. She’s still roaming her hands all over her body, and it’s way less sexual than it sounds. She’s simply feeling Lexa. And Lexa’s completely okay with that. “When I said forever, I knew who I was talking to you. It’s not just a word anymore.” She leans in, pressing another kiss to Lexa’s lips. “For us, it’s a reality.”

Lexa’s heart soars when she says ‘for us.’ It jumps and stops and restarts, beating so fast she’s afraid it’ll jump out of her chest.

“A reality,” she whispers. “I like the sound of that.”

“And I like your face.” Clarke squints. “You didn’t tell me you were this hot.”

“I’ve exited for millions of years, Clarke,” Lexa reminds her. “I do not have an opinion on beauty, because it is as made up as it is subjective.”

“A concept can’t be made up and subjective at the same time.”

“Let me correct myself, then. I used to think it was made up.” Her smile grows. “Then I met you.”

“You’re so getting lucky tonight, I hope you know that.” Soft lips capture hers, and Lexa gloats.

Suck on this, Luck.

#clexa #femslash #wlw fic #halloween #spooktober femslash #hi yall im reposting my older halloween-y fics that i haven't posted to tumblr enjoy

[jettingtothemoon]

Uhhhh......For a few BNHA Cannons Maybe....Asking them out or they ask you out and when their s/o is a short-tempered fierce introvert(I want it mostly for, Kaminari, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Bakugo)

absolutely! for now i’ll do you/them asking them/you out. i also threw in midoriya and tamaki too (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

characters: kaminari, kirishima, todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, tamaki

asking them out:

when you ask kaminari out, he is over the moon

not to mention, it looks like he short circuited for a second

i mean, why wouldn’t he?

you, some way too good for someone like him, someone he had been crushing hard on for months now, actually just asked him out. him of all people

he will try to play it cool

but will totally have an internal freak out

will blush for a solid few seconds, so dark a blush that everyone notices it

will agree to go out with you in a heartbeat, might even just kiss you then and there if he’s in a particularly good/overexcited mood

will go into instant protective boyfriend mode straight away

will. not. leave. your. side. for. days.

teases you and, within a week of dating, him peppering your face in kisses is just the norm

asking you out:

kaminari will try to be smooth but you will still be able to see his nerves

if others are around at the time he will boldly ask you to go out with him

if it’s just the two of you his insecurities and worries about you saying no will show a little more and he’ll be almost shy and hesitant when he asks

when you say yes, in either of these situations, he will:

1. not believe you for a solid couple of seconds, “you will? r-really?”

2. when you confirm that you were not joking and actually want to go out with him, he will literally jump on the spot in joy

will hug you effective-immediately

he’ll be in a good mood for literal days after this

asking them out:

when you ask kirishima out, you’re the shy one

of course, although looking baffled for a split second, he pretty much immediately says that he will go out with you

literally jumps for joy

punches the air in victory as he yells out a “yes!”

but then acts cool immediately after

even while you giggle at his actions

will boast to everyone about his s/o and how they asked him out

will tell everyone you were so cute and shy

tells everyone how much he loves you all the time

even though you literally only just got together

as you can tell, this boi is very proud of you and the fact that you’re his

asking you out:

this boi is bold

will likely have flowers or chocolate or something

he’s secretly a little romantic

will ask you out with no doubt that you’ll decline showing on his face

but on the inside he’s terrified you’ll say no

hence the gift he brought to ‘persuade’ you

when you say yes he is the happiest boi alive

he’ll grin so wide, spiky teeth shining so brightly at you

will immediately celebrate

asking them out:

asking todoroki out was no easy task

well, so you thought

he was the heartthrob of the class

every single one of the girls swooned over him

even if they only saw him as a friend, they were still beguiled by his looks

so, of course, you never thought he could like you of all people

but still, you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try

as cold and serious as he seemed, there was a passion in his heart

you’d seen it during battle

his emotions are hard to deduce which only made you all the more scared to even ask him but it also only made you need to ask him even more

so, you did

and boy was he surprised

he looked so confused, so shocked. he didn’t know what to do at all

so, you already thought you had been rejected

you just apologised and went to walk away but he quickly spoke your name, stopping you in your tracks

“yes...” he looked so confused, still seeming unsure if he was answering you correctly

but then he nodded and looked you dead in the eye, although his gaze was soft

“i’ll go out with you“

asking you out:

todoroki isn’t sure exactly how to do this

like, sure people have confessed to him plenty of times

but he’s never confessed to anyone before

obviously asked his friends for advice

you could literally see them all hiding behind the corner when he walked over to you

he’s not shy, just not entirely sure how to do this

he just kind of awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and looks you in the eyes

“i- um, do you wanna maybe go out with me?“

this boi-

honestly, it melted your heart

of course, you can’t say no after that

he smiles so softly at you, although his eyes did widen as if he didn’t think you would actually like him back for a moment

is the sweetest boyfriend ever but will need ‘help’ learning how to be in this kind of relationship

everything moves very slowly but it’s comfortable and more than you could have ever asked for

baby steps, you just have to be patient with him

asking them out:

working up the courage to ask bakugou out when you knew that his rejection would be harsh was, well, it was difficult

but, miraculously you had managed to

i mean, he had been kidnapped by the league of villains and all

after that you thought about what it would be like had you never gotten the chance to tell him how you feel

so, despite your shaking nerves, you headed to his room

he always turned in early so you figured this was your best chance to catch him alone

although you didn’t think he would like it if you interrupted him from his sleep

which is why you went after him not even five minutes after he headed to bed

you knocked almost too quietly but it seemed he heard you nonetheless, opening the door with a loud bang

“WHAT?“

when he saw you there, his volume toned down a little and his face softened

you were lowkey terrified what with his eyes burning through your skull like that

“spit it out, y/n.“

so you do. you just say it there and then

and he is shocked

like you just came and asked him out, just like that, completely out of the blue

he almost irritably scratches the back of his head

“i- um- sure? okay.“

then he slams his door in your face again

the next day he is pretty much the same and doesn’t bring it up

but he does stick to your side a little more than usual

eyes up the other boys whenever they come near you

rushes to your side when you get hurt in class, although it was only a small bump on your knee

everyone else notices this too, of course, although whenever anyone brings it up he just insults them and tells them to shut up

asking you out:

he will not ask you out if others are there

that is just a given because he doesn’t want to look ‘soft’ in front of them

when he does it, it’ll be just the two of you

although it may sound a little insensitive and blunt

but you know what he’s like and don’t take that to heart

he’s trying his best and you know he’s being serious because he wouldn’t joke about something like this

you’re a tad intimidated by his waiting glare but you can see the insecurity residing in the depths of it

you really do like him

so, so much

which is why you obviously say yes

you can tell he’s happy, even if he doesn’t really show it

“good. great. we’re going to the cinema tomorrow then, meet me outside the dorms at ten.“

he even planned a date, although his way of asking was unique

he may have a rough exterior but he’s a soft boi at heart

well, at least, he is for you

he will be suddenly very possessive of you, glaring at any of the other boys when you so much as speak to them

he’ll even wrap his arm around you 90% of the time just because he likes keeping you close, and mineta’s prying eyes

asking them out:

this bby is a blundering mess

looks like a tomato

stuttering like crazy

honestly doesn’t know what to do

he had to look away from you to answer because he just can’t do it if he’s looking at you

you just smile because oh my god he’s so cute istg

you just want to hug him and cover his face in kisses right there and then

but you don’t in fear that he will pass out

as soon as he’s calmed down, however, you hug him so tightly just so that he knows you’re serious

it’ll take him a while to get used to it but soon he won’t completely freak out when you subtly entwine his pinky with yours when you’re next to each other

he’ll still get all flustered but will be down for cuddle sessions in yours or his room within a week

asking you out:

of course, all his friends know he likes you

in fact, they’re the reason he’s even asking you out right now

uraraka and iida are watching from a far, giving him a supportive thumbs up as he approaches you

is already flushed and sweating before he even gets to you

shifts his weight on his feet, looking down at them, as he asks, “do you, um- do you want to maybe, um-”

“yes.“ you cut him off, wanting to soothe his nerves as soon as possible

his eyes snap back up to you and he smiles, rubbing a sweaty hand on the back of his neck

“i- i didn’t finish yet though.“

you put your hands on his shoulders, stilling his shaking body whilst drawing his attention to you

“midoriya, i will go out with you.“

he smiles so wide

then notices how close you are and freaks out again

this little cutie

asking them out:

you asking him out is something he never expected

i mean, no one asks him out

no one ever has, he’s way too timid

so when you do it’s a shock

but he can tell that you’re not pulling his leg or playing with him

you really mean it, you really want to go out with him

so, timidly, he agrees to go out with you

and you are over the moon

you don’t go out on many dates and tamaki is not good with pda at all

but, behind closed doors, he will let you cuddle him

and maybe even kiss him

to your heart’s content

although this shy boi won’t ever initiate anything

needs constant reassurance that you still like him and want to date him for the first couple of months of your relationship

but will start believing in your love for him when you literally never fail in showing him just how much he means to you

asking you out:

god knows he wouldn’t be doing this if nejire wasn’t making him

he likes you, that isn’t really something he hides all that well either

but he would never ask someone out on his own. his anxiety just wouldn’t let him

so, of course, nejire was determined to get him to ‘man up’ and ask you out

she literally pushes him into you, which only makes him want to run away even more

but you just laugh which seems to calm him a little

his eyes keep darting around the room, looking everywhere but at you

“u-um, d-do you want t-to go s-see a m-moive sometime?“

he was a mess

but it was cute, adorable even

“i’d love to.“ you grin

he doesn’t even say anything else, he just nods as if taking in your response and then just runs away

nejire comes over and gives you the time and place

when you show up, his nerves are already killing him

you hoped that linking your arm with his would help ease him a little but it seems to have just made it worse

nonetheless, you don’t let go. even going as far as to holding his hand whilst you’re watching the movie

now this, this is something he melts into quickly

his tense muscles begin to relax and he even peeks a glance over at you whilst you’re happily stuffing your face with popcorn

when you call him your boyfriend he is like putty in your hands, although still just as shy as before

baby steps, baby steps

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #headcanon #bnha kirishima #bnha midoriya #bnha kaminari #bnha todoroki #bnha bakugou #bnha tamaki #my hero academia #request

[justimajin]

One Bad Case of the Jeon Sniffles

⇢ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Doctor/Surgeon AU, Sequel to the Doctor Blues Universe - read here first! 

⇢ Words: 15.5k

⇢ Warnings: jungkook being a scared bunny & jimin actually needing to chill (as always)

⇢ Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a very capable individual; he’s spent years and years studying and training for his role as a doctor, noted to be one of youngest candidates to take on the job, as well as having an innate caring need inside him to see his patients well and healthy. Although there’s no underestimating his ability to work within a hospital, it goes without being said that the doctor isn’t as talented with some other area’s of his life - and it’s something that the young doctor can no longer run away from after one surprise encounter. 

⇢ A/N: This story is going to feature two Y/N’s because it is a sequel, but to avoid any confusion both characters are referred to as separate people. 

The dusty white hospital doors creak open once more, this time being pleasantly greeted with a different pathway. Long gone are days filled with resentment and outrage, hours consumed with electric tension between two sets of stern eyes and remains of faint bickering that once echoed through the familiar walls.

Instead, the hallway begins to gradually narrow down onto a fresh new road – one that has heavy stomps beating against the solid tiled ground, the young doctor pushing his falling bangs aside swiftly.

The knuckles of his hands are fisted, a plastic board becoming adorned with multiple markings when his signature meets every single one of the fluttering pages with a sharp swipe. He occasionally pauses his scribbling, focused eyes tracing along with the new patients being transferred into his wards.

His eyes fall onto one of them, particularly the way said patient was battling through a prickling chain of hoarse coughs.

The board is shifted underneath one of his arms, a stethoscope already being unlooped from his neck and by his side when he places a warm hand on the elderly woman’s shaking back. Although there’s a prominent crease lining between his brows and his hunched shoulders droop down, there’s a smile on his lips when he requests one of the nurses for a specific medication.

Taking a step back, he quietly observes the relief meeting the woman’s expression when the nurse hands her the medicine he has recommended, eyes already brimming with gratitude. The smile on his lips only seems to grow with every passing minute, only withering when he hears a thunderous clap behind him.

Eyes serious and shoulders tensing immediately, it dissolves away when his vision comes into contact with a familiar doctor.

“Well done, well done!” The man exclaims, walking over to him and circling an arm around his neck. Cries of hysteria begin to escape him as he clutches onto his chest, his shirt being crumpled in the process, “My Jungkookie has grown up so well!”

He shakes his head at the comment, but there’s a small smirk contained on his lips that he can’t seem to hide.

“I guess you can say it was because I was trained by the best.”

The man’s eyes instantly enlarge, practically bulging out of his eye sockets when he races over to another doctor, blonde locks falling onto his eyes when he adjusts an IV, “Yoongi! Yoongi! Did you hear that?!” His arms are outstretched, a giant ecstatic grin surfacing, “He said he was trained by the best.”

The other man chuckles, standing up straight as he watches his patient’s monitor, “By what? The best lunatic?” Offense crosses the man’s delicate features and Yoongi devilishly chuckles, “Oh right, he meant doctor. My bad.”

The black-haired doctor throws his hands up, seemingly letting out a tantrum while low chuckles escape the blonde doctor, completely ignoring him as he focuses back onto his work.

Jungkook can only softly smile at the display from afar, wondering how despite having this brand-new role assigned to him, there were some things that never changed within the hospital walls.

“Uh…e-excuse me?”

His head immediately snaps back, eyes lined with black circles on full alert until he realizes that the voice wasn’t coming near him, but actually below him. 

His eyes widen and he’s instantly bending down, coming into eye level contact with the young girl that teeter tooters on her feet. A pained expression is on her features, contorted when she faintly touches her arm.

“Sit down on that chair and I’ll have a look at it.” He points over to the side and the girl gratefully nods, following his instructions.

Grabbing his clipboard, he quickly continues the rest of his reports before he’s soon striding over, examining the girl’s arm hastily when he can see her eyes knitted in discomfort.

He lets go of her arm, scribbling down on his board, “The bone is healing well but the muscle seems to be irritated as a result.” His voice changes, turning into a much more soothing tone compared to usual, “I can give you something to feel better though. Does that sound okay?”

The girl eagerly nods and Jungkook gives her a warm smile, assisting her up from the chair when he mumbles some quick instructions to another nurse.

However, the moment she leaves, Jungkook slumps down. A lengthy drawn out sigh escapes his lips and he shuts his dry eyes for a moment that have been kept wide awake for far too long. When he opens them again, they drift over to the two doctors also in the same ward as him.

He truly doesn’t know what’s worse – the fact that he was running on only two hours of sleep and still had more paperwork to file along with new patients to attend or the fact that the two doctors near him were getting the job done faster than he was and still had the energy to talk to one another.

Another sigh escapes him; this time even deeper as he rubs the sore lids of his eyes. He sinks back into the chair, almost melting into it as he savours the spare time he has for once.

In a way, he knows. He knows that this is what he wants, this is what he trained for, what he spent countless hours studying for and prepared endlessly day and night. There is no other place he rather be at and he just knows – knows that no matter how difficult, this is what his life is to become.

But why was it getting harder and harder to breathe as time went by?

He immediately retracts, as if slipping away from the whole idea itself. Head pushed back, he instead decides to drown his ears with the roaring banter coming from the corner of the room.

“Y/N and Taehyung still haven’t come back?”

“Nope! They left us all here Yoongi, I’m telling you, they jumped ship!”

“Well Daegu’s pretty far…and they needed some time off anyways…”

“Do you miss them~”

“No.”

“You miss them~ Yoongi you misssss them~”

“Yah Park Jimin! Get off of me!”

Dimples form when a small smile crosses his lips, knowing that if he had merely turned his head to the corner slightly he would get the perfect view of Jimin suffocating a protesting Yoongi into a hug.

Maybe this was how it was supposed to feel, maybe at the end of the day he knows he still has them.

Another sigh escapes him and he leans further back into his chair, the tiredness seeping into his bones when his shoulders begin to relax and his mind falls clear.

“DR. JEON!”

He jolts up as if he’s been electrocuted, blurry eyes hurriedly searching around for the source of distress only to be greeted with nothing. Suddenly two hands are on his arm, shaking him relentlessly when he scatters out of the chair.

“A patient!” Jisoo, his intern quickly says, words tumbling out of her lips as she persistently drags him over, “There’s an unconscious patient with a severe head injury!”

He blinks, his vision sluggishly descending into focus until it all snaps in and soon he’s tugging on his white coat, straightening himself up as he matches up with Jisoo’s rushed steps.

A metal stretcher greets his eyes and he takes his stethoscope out in a flash, measuring the breathing and heart rate of the collapsed man.

“I need an oxygen mask and an IV right now.” He sternly states and Jisoo nods, dashing over to grab him what he needs.

As she does so, he starts to examine the patients head, looking for any points of serious bone breakage or muscle rupture. Thankfully enough, he lets out an exhale when neither seems to have occurred and at most, his suspicions are that the injury must have just caused a minor concussion – in which the impending trauma to the brain must have knocked the man out of consciousness.

He’ll be okay and his symptoms can be managed, Jungkook mentally notes down to himself, his eyes searching around for hopefully his returning intern. Time seems to tick by at a snail’s speed when his gaze eventually falls down, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot.

He stares down at the man, a frown lining his lips when he takes in the shaggy brown hair and long lashes, a noticeable mole right beneath his eye. His frown only intensifies, brows creasing when the man’s features seem distinctly similar to ones he hasn’t seen for quite a while, but he shakes it off when this man is too lean and much taller for that to make any sense.

He’s seen a dozen of patients today and he’s barely gotten a decent minute of sleep, there was no way possible–

A loud groan breaks his thoughts and his shoulders instinctively flinch when the sound comes from the man currently lying down on the stretcher. Turning when he hears the sheets shuffle, he notices the man’s eyes are now wide open yet strange – as if they were stuck in a dazed, confused state.

“You’re in the hospital.” Jungkook blurts out, being too aware of a patient’s weary position after a going through a concussion, “You were brought here because of a head injury.”

The man blinks again, this time sitting up straight as Jungkook shoots out an arm, bringing it around his back so he doesn’t fall down. However, instead of trying to focus back onto his surroundings like many patients do, the man blatantly stares at him.

His eyes narrow, mouth falling agape when he whispers, “J-Jungkook?”

The young doctor freezes; eyes enlarging until they fall across on the man’s confused face, like he was beginning to connect the scattered dots.

Before Jungkook can even say anything, Jisoo comes hurriedly running along, an oxygen mask and IV in hand. “Dr. Jeon!”

“Thank you Jisoo, I don’t think we’ll need the oxygen mask anymore but I’ll take this.” He reaches out for the long IV, dragging the white monitor with it, “It’ll sting but I’ll be quick.”

Jungkook leans down, eyes focused yet his hands waver a bit when the man continues to stare at him, his surprised eyes soon sinking down into a warm tone.

“Dr. Jeon, huh?”

The words hold a layer of amusement within them and Jungkook can’t contain his smile, eyes looking up in confirmation when the IV is hooked up.

“To be honest, I’m still not used to the sound of it.”

“So it’s recent?” There’s a wide grin on the man’s face and from a distance, Jisoo watches the entire interaction with her own eyes. She can’t deny the change in the air, something that casually dips away from professionalism and into something else entirely.

“Do you two know each other?”

They both turn at the exact same time to stare at her, but the man next to Jungkook simply laughs.

“You’ve never talked about me before? I’m hurt Jungkook, really.”

“Well nothing stupid ever came up into conversation.” Jungkook mumbles and it earns him a pout from the man, to which Jungkook just chuckles at, “This is Kim Yugyeom, Jisoo. One of my old friends from college.”

“Back in our glory days.” Yugyeom raises his fist, but winces when he does.

“Don’t try to move too much.” Jungkook immediately says, gesturing to Jisoo to bring the necessary paperwork in to admit his friend. She obliges, understanding that leaving would also give the two some privacy. “What do you do to yourself this time?”

“Why do you always assume I did something?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow at him, “Okay maybe it really was me this time, but it wasn’t directly my faul–“

“What happened Yugyeom?”

“Bambam threw a ball at me and I couldn’t catch it in time.”

 Jungkook doesn’t mean to, but soon his eyes are crinkling and the laughter is erupting out of him.

“Don’t laugh at that! It seriously hurt!” He rubs his head, scrunching up his features at the soreness.

Jungkook wipes away the water from his eyes, straightening himself up, “Glad to see you still suck at basketball.”

“I wouldn’t suck so much if someone wasn’t studying all the damn time and actually came out to practice with me.” Yugyeom furrows his brows, eyes latching onto the young doctor before they begin to roam around, “I can’t believe this is where you ended up…”

Jungkook hums, looking around and for a moment, he feels a sense of pride swell up deep inside him. Even though he had been only working in the hospital for a short period of time, the place already feels like a second home to him.

“It’s pretty nice.” Yugyeom smiles, “How’s it like working here?”

Jungkook pursues his lips, “Not bad, I usually work long hours so I’m here most of the time.”

“Long hours? How long?”

“If I’m lucky, not the whole day.” 

Yugyeom pauses, gawking at Jungkook in disbelief, “Even through the night?”

“Even through the night.” Jungkook tiredly replies and for a split second, he can immediately recognize the look of pity his friend is shooting him. “Don’t worry, I chose this.”

“Yeah but is this all you ever do?” Yugyeom brings his arm to his head and pouts when Jungkook tugs it down, frowning as he makes sure the IV is still in place, “Geez Jungkook, you need to stop working so much all the time.”

“Well we’re currently understaffed so for now it’s an exceptio–“

“No dude.” He pushes his hands away, staring directly at the doe-eyed doctor, “It’s literally college all over again. You’re still stuck in those books and you won’t get out of them.”

“Back then it was the shit ton of studying you had to do and now it’s this.” He points to the coat resting on Jungkook’s shoulders, “You’ll keep working and never give yourself a break.”

Jungkook looks at his friend confused, feeling a tad offended, “I do give myself breaks.”

Yugyeom wasn’t having any of it though, “Really now? What have you done aside from constantly going to work?”

“Well I-…uh...”

“Any hobbies? Interests?” He gestures to himself, “Hanging out with friends? Dude, I literally haven’t seen you in decades.”

Jungkook grows quiet, mind pondering on every single thing the man was sprouting out. Yugyeom sighs, suddenly realizing that he was the one with the injury that needed to be treated, not Jungkook. Taking a pause, he attempts to recollect himself, “Listen, I’m not saying that working all the time is bad, just come out every once in a while, you know?”

“It’s a lot of work, I know, but you can’t spend all your time here and miss out on other stuff.”

Jungkook dryly laughs, although it’s obvious to Yugyeom how strained and weakened his laugh comes out as. He knows his point has probably drilled itself into the doctor’s mind at this point, so he quickly turns the conversation around to lighten the mood.

“And I bet after all this time, you still suck at talking to girls.”

It seems to work, because Jungkook snaps out of his self-loathing daze and glares at the man, “Hey I’ve gotten better!”

Yugyeom hums, a smirk on his face, “I think so too, you seem to be talking to that intern of yours a lot. Is she single?”

Jungkook’s mouth drops, scoffing, “You haven’t changed one bit.”

“And you still haven’t answered my question.” Yugyeom sighs, brushing some of his hair away, “By the way, do you have a girlfriend yet?”

“Me?” Yugyeom nods, “Definitely no.”

“Ah come on man, you were just talking to a girl! And what’s even better is that you didn’t pass out at the sight!”

The glare in Jungkook’s eyes just increases with the time being, but Yugyeom excitedly points to him, “That! That right there was the stare too! You even stared properly!”

Jungkook darts his pointing hand away from him with a scowl, “I work in a hospital full of woman Yugyeom.”

“So you notice them too! That’s great!” Yugyeom grins, “They probably notice you too if you look around every once in a while.”

“Really?” Jungkook whispers and he rolls his eyes, wondering how much more oblivious his friend could be.

He swings his arm that’s not attached to the machine around him, “You my friend, are one handsome looking dude.”

Yugyeom wishes to himself that he had a camera in his hand within that one second, because the sheer blush spreading across his friend’s cheeks is too much of a treasure to miss. He chuckles, finally being able to see his old young friend hidden away in that mature doctor’s coat.

“You were an ace in college too but you had your head stuck in those books instead.” The mention sparks something in his eyes, especially when the knowledge of what his dear friend had been up to is on clear alert to him, “Have you even stayed in contact with anyone else?”

“No.” Jungkook truthfully admits, “You’re the first person I’ve actually seen up till now.”

The knowledge falls onto Yugyeom like a brick and for a moment, he just stares, looking for any traces of humour from his friend.

He’s only greeted with a dead serious look and he just can’t take it anymore, “Not even Bambam?” Jungkook shakes his head, “Mingyu? Jaehyun?”

Jungkook keeps shaking his head and Yugyeom sighs, placing a finger on his chin, “So you really haven’t talked to any of the boys….” His eyes light up, instantly sparkling, “Oh! What about Y/N? Talked to her recently?”

Jungkook’s eyes immediately widen and Yugyeom places a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “I ran into her the other day and she mentioned you Jungkook!” His friend slowly starts to step back but Yugyeom doesn’t lift his iron grip off of him and quickly rambles on, “She’s exactly the same as before, you could try asking her ou– “

“My, my, what’s going on here~”

Yugyeom pauses, wondering when where the new voice was coming from until he’s greeted to a young man wearing a white dress shirt, his black hair sleeked and parted to the side. He adorns a giant mischievous grin, inching closer and closer to the duo by the minute.

He wonders what the situation perhaps looks like, Jungkook appearing to be stuck in a frenzy as Yugyeom is practically grabbing onto him and not letting him to slip away. It’s something the man undoubtedly stares at too, “How is it that you know my precious intern?”

“Precious intern?” Yugyeom questions with an inquiring brow, releasing Jungkook who straightens himself up.

“Of course.” The man immediately latches onto Jungkook, his eyes crinkling until you can no longer see them, “I raised him with my bare hands.”

“You raised him?” Another voice scoffs, strolling along until it heard the appalling obscure fact, “I don’t think so.”

Yugyeom turns to the second man, a white coat handing off his broad shoulders when he abruptly taps the side of his clipboard against the first man’s arm, causing him to yelp and let go of Jungkook.

“Jungkook’s a doctor now Jimin, be a little professional.”

“Jin hit meee!” Jimin exclaims, clutching onto Jungkook and fake sobbing into his shirt, causing the man to awkwardly pat his back despite the annoyance spreading on his face like usual.

“Good.” A blonde doctor soon joins them, hands behind his back as he exchanges a knowing look with Jin before his eyes narrow onto Yugyeom, “Who is this guy?”

Jungkook manages to push Jimin’s hair away from his chin enough to answer, “This is Yugyeom, one of my friends from college.”

“College?!” Jimin immediately shrieks, racing over to the man with magnified eyes, “You knew my precious intern during college?” 

Yugyeom nods with an endearing laugh and Jimin’s grasps onto his hands, “What was he like?”

He goes silent, leaning down to whisper in Jimin’s ear.

“He used to look like a baby.”

Jimin squeals, a high-pitched deafening sound that hurts everyone’s ears, “I need to know more! I need to know more!”

Jungkook watches the two from a distance, wondering to himself if it was such a great idea letting his former doctor counterpart become close with one of his college friends, but then he hears something tumble out of the doctor’s mouth that makes him instantly regret it all.

“You have baby pictures of my Jungkookie in college?!”

Before he can say anything though, Jimin is soon pressing a hand against his chest in awe when Yugyeom flashes a picture of the two posing.

“You look so adorable!” Jimin latches onto him again, poking his cheek, “My precious intern!”

“Past intern.” Jungkook annoyingly corrects, disbelief crossing his features when he sees Jin slowly shuffle over in curiosity.

He eyes Yugyeom in approval, “Can you send me this?”

Yugyeom nods and they begin to hurriedly exchange numbers, much to the doctor’s resentment, “Hey! Don’t send him those!”

“Send me a copy too.” Yoongi mumbles underneath his breath, causing Jungkook to glance at all of them with more disbelief, his neck straining from the extra weight currently still attached onto his torso.

“What’s going on here?” A new, authoritative voice pokes out and Jungkook turns to see Namjoon watching them with a confused look, papers in hand that he was most likely reading over.

“Jungkook’s pictures from college Namjoon! His friend has tons of them!” Jimin exclaims, but Namjoon frowns, placing his papers underneath his arm as he strides over.

He plucks the loud doctor off of his old intern, to which Jungkook is extremely grateful for. “I don’t want to ruin the moment but you should all be getting back to work, there’s new patients that need to be filed in.” He warmly smiles, “Just because we’re short two doctors, it doesn’t mean we have no work to do.”

Namjoon’s words work like a spell, all the doctors realizing that they should listen to him when they return back to their places, although Jungkook isn’t the most enthusiastic when he sees Jin eagerly eyeing down a collection of his old pictures. He sighs, returning back as well when he’s painfully aware of the sheer amount of work awaiting his arrival.

***

Night draws into the brightly lit windows of the hospital, accompanying the footsteps of a young doctor as he scribbles away on perhaps the thousandth paper he’s seen today.

With one last swipe of his signature, Jungkook looks up, eyes barely adjusting to the light when he notices that the hospital has gone silent, patients beginning to prepare to rest for the night. He sighs, stretching his arms and legs out when he trudges back over to his office, grateful that the day was finally over and that he could do the same as the patients after being awake for more than twenty-four hours.

He arrives at his office but pauses for a moment, hearing the faint sound of giggles coming nearby. Intrigued, he looks up to be greeted by his former doctor counterpart, also locking up for the day as he chatters away with one of the hospital’s old interns.

The sight almost makes Jungkook falter, a warm smile on the doctor’s face when he speaks to his girlfriend, eyes twinkling when she laughs at some bizarre joke he’s managed to come up with. Although they’re speaking to each other in public, Jungkook’s notices, the moment seems intimate at the same time, as if their eyes were only able to see no one else except for each other.

It should be described as being beautiful, even sweet, but all Jungkook can feel is his heart sinking further and further down when the voice of his friend rings loudly away inside his mind. He can only think about how much he’s done to progress his career, to move forward and climb the escalating demanding ladder when others have done the exact same, but also managed to grow other parts of themselves that Jungkook hasn’t even imagined to, despite being the youngest doctor among all of them.

When’s the last time he did something else other than work? When’s the last time he’s had some fun? Gone out with friends?

His eyes lock onto the couple again.

Actually…thought about being with someone?

The crease in between his brows increases and although the day had just ended, Jungkook’s shoulders are hitched up as if the day had just begun. It seems like his heavy gaze was noticed though, because soon the doctor is excitedly waving over at him.

“Jungkookie~” Jimin says, brightly smiling. Chaeyoung turns around too, eyes lighting up instantly when she notices Jungkook and offering him a friendly smile.

However, Jungkook can’t find it in him to do the same, not when the two seem to be practically glowing as a twisted stormy cloud brews over his mind. He simply chooses to sharply nod, opening his office door in a hurry and locking himself inside.

Jimin’s bright smile falters, eyes immediately sinking down into concern when he exchanges a silent look with Chaeyoung, who reflects the same look he holds.

***

Jungkook’s barely gotten a single second of sleep.

He’s attempted to do so many times, rolling over and flopping onto different sides of the bed, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling relieved when he feels himself being pulled away.

Until the thoughts enter his mind.

At first, he does what he’s used to doing – ignoring them – but the thoughts continue to creep on him, not letting his pink tinged eyes get even a second of peace.

He doesn’t regret meeting his friend, if anything the encounter brought up warm memories Jungkook had long forgotten about, pieces of the past he didn’t realize he missed until he saw his friend’s face again. However, just like a recorder, his friend’s words drag him back to instances in college, instances that Jungkook wants to say he tried his hardest, actually putting in the effort instead of hiding away in his books.

Unfortunately, he can’t say any of that.

Which is why when Jungkook trudges through the hospital halls at the spike of dawn, he looks like a hollow empty shell. He wonders if he had perhaps underestimated how well he was at keeping his feelings at bay, because soon a certain someone is eyeing him down with troubled eyes.

He deeply sighs and suddenly his arm is being yanked, a loud yelp to escaping him.

“That’s the seventh one I’ve heard today.” The black-haired doctor mumbles, dragging him over to his office before shutting the door behind him. Jungkook remains bewildered when Jin plants him down onto a chair, standing in front of him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Jungkook immediately blurts, but Jin frowns more when he takes in the heavy dark circles lining the young doctor’s eyes.

He isn’t having any of it.

“Are you being overworked? Should I talk to Namjoon?” Jungkook bring his hands up instantly, shaking his head.

“N-No, it isn’t that…” Jungkook lowers his gaze, staring at the ground as he keeps his hand clasped together. It’s a little difficult for him to look Jin directly in the eyes, for the former was watching him carefully to catch any sign of what was causing him the distress.

Jungkook clears his throat, hesitantly bringing his eyes up, “Do you regret becoming a doctor?”

Jin blinks, not expecting the question, “No, why?”

Jungkook sighs, “I mean…more like being a doctor at this age.” He looks up, “Do you regret not doing it sooner?”

Jin’s arms fall to his sides and the confusion begins to dissolve away from his expression bit by bit, “It took me a while to figure out that this was what I wanted to do, but I think I would have regretted doing it sooner.” There’s a small smile on Jin’s lips when he slides into a chair across from Jungkook, “It’s harder to figure out when you’re at a younger age.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen a bit and Jin sends him a knowing smile, “Did seeing your friend bring up this question?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook lets out a heavy exhale, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. He unlocks it, staring at the picture of a familiar young man smiling alongside other familiar faces, before slipping the phone over to Jin across the table.

“He’s kept in touch with every one of them since college…” Jungkook says quietly, causing Jin to raise an eyebrow as he keeps swiping across the pictures. “One of them even left to work abroad a while ago, so he isn’t in the picture but Yugyeom still talks to him…”

Jin pauses at one picture, frowning, “Who’s this?”

“Oh that’s Mingyu– “ Jungkook stares at the picture, wondering how even though his friend retained his signature cheeky smile, he looked so much older in the picture as he poses next to a girl, “He got married a couple of months ago…”

“Ah.” Jin simply says, putting the phone down slowly as he watches Jungkook sinks farther into his chair with worried eyes. There’s an uncomfortable silence residing in the room and it becomes far too apparent to the older doctor that its something he needs to break.

“They’ve gotten too far ahead.” Jin says, “But you’re still here. In this hospital.”

Jungkook nods, not really wanting to confirm anything with spoken words.

“You’ve fallen really behind in comparison.”

The thought stings Jungkook, but it sounds even worse when Jin directly states it. “We’re the exact same age, but they were able to keep in contact with each other, they’ve been up to other things, they’ve even found someone–“ Jungkook weakly laughs, “While I was just worried about becoming a doctor as soon as possible.”

“Do you regret it?” Jin questions, tossing the same notion right back at Jungkook.

“No–“ He cuts himself off, wincing, “Maybe? I…I just don’t know anymore.”

“You still have time JK.“ Jin reaches over to pat Jungkook’s back, nodding understandably, “And you’ve basically knocked it out the park with becoming a doctor. That too, at the same time as me.”

A small smile surfaces on Jungkook’s lips and Jin takes the opportunity right away, “You told me you were going to become a doctor in one year and now look at you, sitting here wearing the same coat as me!”

Jungkook falters, “But I just hope this coat isn’t the only thing I’ll ever have at the end of the day.”

“It’ll all work out, trust me. You just need to give it time.” Jin says in a comforting tone before he lets out a loud sigh, “You young people are always rushing into things too soon.”

Jungkook scoffs, getting up from his chair, “At least we didn’t take a century to become doctors.”

“Yah medical school is hard okay!” Jin points an accusing finger at him.

“I know, I went to one to become a doctor.” Jungkook beams, smiling fully for the first time in Jin’s office, “Right at the same time as you.”

Jin playfully frowns at that, pushing at Jungkook’s shoulders, “Yeah, yeah, now get out of my office you show-off. I have work to do.”

Jungkook abruptly stops in his tracks, watching Jin struggle for a minute trying to push his heavy form until he grows frustrated, “Yah JK!”

Jungkook laughs loudly, walking out of the office with a huge grin.

***

It’s cold and dreary, causing Jungkook to tug his hood closer when an icy breeze passes by. The sky is completely dark, a handful of stars scattered across the horizon and a few fluctuating lamp posts being his only source of light when he threads through the gap between two of them.

Talking to Jin actually helped him more than he had expected, not realizing how much seeing his old friend affected him until he was forced to confront the feelings and put them into words. In a way he was grateful, for he was now better able to pinpoint why he felt absolutely torn since he encountered Yugyeom, but unfortunately understanding what was wrong was only the first step in completely figuring things out.

Which is why he’s here, out in the bleary inky sky and sparkling stars, dressed in a comfortable black hoodie and jeans as he walks down the empty sidewalk. It’s a little unnerving to be wearing something other than his white doctor coat, something that Jungkook thinks has completely become apart of him at this point and to be simply walking outside, eyes not latched onto impending reports or arms not quickly fluctuating around to attend to all his patients.

It’s borderline strange, Jungkook has to be admit, but its oddly similar to what he was like before he had even taken his first step within the hospital walls. He laughs, breath coming out as mist, wondering how long it had been since he had even left those walls since his first steps.

He looks up when he hears footsteps coming from near him and instantly he sidelines to the left side, letting the two individuals glued to each other pass by without him being in their way. The shared glowing smiles and sparks of warmth emitting from them despite the chilling cold makes Jungkook wince, leaving him thoughts filled with encountering his former doctor and his girlfriend.

He recalls the situation again, but then his thoughts go even more astray when he remembers a pair of doctors that used to be at the hospital when he was initially hired as an intern. Although he does certainly miss them, there was a fine layer of shock imbedded into him when they had declared the status of their relationship and Jungkook had no clue as to how two polar opposites – two people that had always been known to argue with one another, managed to end up changing that feeling into something else entirely.

He doesn’t want to call it envy, because he’s admired these two people for so long and the last thing he could ever feel was that word. But it was like his admiration along with expectations had only spiked up, continuing to increase rapidly when he had even encountered another certain blonde and orange duo that had his hopes hitting the ceiling at that point.

He lets out a loud sigh, hands burying themselves further into his pockets when he keeps walking through the icy chill.

Yugyeom was right. Jin was right.

He was too busy pursuing something no one at his age would even dare, that he’s completely forgotten everything else.

Shaking his head, his dry eyes blink against the cold when a brightly lit store greets Jungkook’s vision and his eyes perk up.

The cold is beginning to get to him, he notices, so he makes a turn, heading into the store and pleasantly meeting relief when the warmth is already beginning to thaw out his freezing hands and face.

It’s not too bad. Jungkook thinks, looking around to see shelves of food and fridges filled. He eyes down a certain aisle, one stocked with some of his favourite snacks and he grins, knowing exactly what he needed in that moment.

Pacing around, he starts inspecting the ones he likes, tossing them carelessly into his arms before he heads over to the fridge, doe eyes eagerly searching around for small cases of his favourite milk.

In an instant he finds it, a giant bunny smile emerging on his lips when he teeter-tooters on his heels, taking it out excitedly.

Even though his entire day practically sucked, he’s glad that he can at least end it off nicely as he stares down at the cartons.

“Jungkook?”

His arm freezes in place, the breezy chill still emitting out from the fridge and submerging his torso when he hears soft footsteps closing in on him. He doesn’t turn around right away though, only slightly flinching when he feels a hand lightly tap his arm.

That’s when he slowly turns, blown up eyes immediately locking onto yours, “Jungkook, right?”

He can only seem to nod in that one moment and you smile, causing Jungkook to stagger and drop all his snacks onto the ground. It snaps him back in, the door to the fridge shutting close when he kneels down, putting his banana milk to the side and attempting to hastily pick up the spilled snacks.

Two other hands assist him and it’s when they accidentally knock into his own when he looks up, the hue on his cheeks dipping into a threatening red.

You place the snacks into his arms, not quite noticing the arising colour when you point, “Do you need a basket for those?”

Again, he just nods, letting out a breath that was caught deep in his throat when you walk away. Before he even has a moment to collect himself though, you’re soon returning back, reaching out with the basket and gesturing for him to drop his snacks into.

He places the basket against his arm, occasionally glancing up at you from the ground, “Its really been a while, hasn’t it?”

He tries to formulate some words in his mind, but there’s a very brief pang of dejection dwelling in your eyes when you say the words, something that almost reminds him of the time he had spoken to Yugyeom, “I-It has…I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

The words are spoken softly and Jungkook knows it must have worked when there’s a smile tugging on your lips, “I actually started working nearby here.” Your eyes instantly light up, “I also ran into Yugyeom just the other day.”

Jungkook lightly laughs, “I did too, but probably not in the same way you did.”

You frown at that, but then a thought immediately occurs to you, “D-Did you become one…? A doctor, I mean.”

Jungkook nods, “I did.”

“That’s nice…” You smile, although it doesn’t quite meet your eyes, Jungkook notices. “Well, I leave you to your shopping then.”

You gesture to his basket and offer him a kind smile before turning to get back to your own cart. Jungkook continues to stand there, a basket overflowing with snacks and hands now cold from grasping onto cooled milk when your back completely disappears. He blinks, attempting to process what exactly happened just moments ago and why he felt so bad seeing you here, in front of him when he should have been the opposite, filled from head to toe in pure joy instead.

It was almost like…he didn’t want to see you…

The thought alone makes Jungkook grimace, because none of that has anything to do with you. You were just being yourself around him, like how you always were back in college, tender and kind, being so close to the rest of the guys and him, wanting to be closer to him even though he barely tried to talk to you, let alone get to know you more. It was something he had regretted, but it was easily tossed away to the side of his mind when he got accepted into medical school, leaving you and the rest behind so quickly that seeing you again…like this.

It’s making him remember everything all over again.

And it’s re-opened a link he had thought had been long closed off.

So why was he still standing there, staring into space when he can hear the cashier checking your items out one by one?

What was he even waiting for anymore?

A large hand slams against the glass door and you jolt back with wide, confused eyes, shifting between the sight of the shining door and Jungkook standing quite awkwardly in front of you. At the view of your terrified expression, he quickly clears his throat, knowing the last thing he wanted to accomplish was to scare you off somehow.

And that too, again.

“H-Hey…” He says, voice raising up into an unflattering tone when he’s already cursing at himself on the inside.

Real smooth there Jungkook, realll smooth.

“Uh…Hi?” You chuckle, now noticing the pink dust beginning to creep on his cheeks when he clears his throat again.

“Y-You-…” Calm down Jungkook, he warns to himself, “Y-You said you worked nearby.”

You nod, expectant eyes latching onto him and for a moment, he considers if perhaps he wasn’t the only one that actually wanted to stay in contact, “I-I was just thinking, that if y-you’d like, we could meet up some time, you know just like friends hanging out, o-or like….”

He can’t manage to even finish off that sentence, cheeks now completely red when he just bites his lip and stares down at the ground like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. Before he can even mumble out a string of apologies, there’s a piece of paper being flashed between the ground and his eyes, causing his head to snap up immediately.

A warm smile lines your lips and when you gesture for him to take the paper, he automatically refreshes and grasps it, realizing there was a collection of numbers scribbled down on it.

“I have to get going but…” Your eyes trace over the paper and he instinctively blushes, but you send him another smile before turning to leave.

When the door comes to a close, Jungkook remains standing there. He stares down at the piece of paper, looking at it like he had just discovered a piece of gold.

After one long heavy silence, he suddenly sparks up, a giant grin on his features as his eyes crinkle when he fists the paper in his hands.

He’s ecstatic – so incredibly happy and bursting with joy when he rushes out of the store, not even realizing that he needs to go back in to pay for his things when the cashier shoots him a dirty glare, but all he can see in that single moment is something he‘s managed to do with his own effort, actually trying for once.

He can’t wait to tell Yugyeom that he can talk to girls properly.

***

He’s legitimately freaking out.

It’s as if someone took a bucket of water and splashed it all over his fiery determination, dousing it within seconds when he comes to realize what exactly you had told him.

A date.

You had asked him – Jeon Jungkook – out on a date.

Not to hang out as friends, not to catch up on the old reminiscent days of college, but a date.

The thing two people do if they’re interested in each other romantically.

The very thing Jungkook has avoided being asked of constantly, whether it was disappearing away from impending eyes within the hospitals walls or ducking away from any advances towards him.

He’s freaking out.

And he has no clue on how he was supposed to handle something of this sort.

But he does know someone who can.

The door rattles when his fist comes into contact with it, nervous feet walking back and forth before the apartment as he tries to steady down his breathing. When there’s no response from the other side of the door, he knocks again, this time with more force as the door swings wide open, leaving Jungkook speechless as he stares at the man before him.

“Jungkook?”

“Dr.–“

He pauses, wondering if he had gotten the correct address.

“Dr. Park?”

The use of his professional name causes the doctor’s eyes to widen, hurriedly crossing his arms over the short white bathrobe he adorns. It barely covers his chest and legs, a slimy green mixture smeared all over his face.

“What? I just showered and my skin has been super dehydrated lately, okay?” Jimin exasperatedly sighs, “But what are you doing here Jungkook?”

“I needed to talk to you but you didn’t come into work today so I thought you would be home and I–“ Jimin opens the door fully, pushing Jungkook inside.

“My mask is supposed to come off in two minutes and you’re out here babbling!” Jimin protests, closing the door with a huff. “Chaeyoung, we have company!”

A familiar head pops out when Jungkook enters the living room, his eyes widening when he sees a movie on the tv paused as the intern perks up seeing him, “Jungkook! What brings you over?”

“Well I–“

“You two chat, I have one-minute left and I am definitely not spending date night with dry skin!” Jimin quickly rambles, rushing into the bathroom as Chaeyoung laughs.

She moves to the side of the couch and pats down on it, “Have a seat Jungkook.”

He nods, shifting to sit down next to her, but his shoulders are hiked up as he interlaces his hands, gaze staring at the paused tv. In comparison, Chaeyoung is spread out on the couch, lazily leaning against the edge.

“Is everything okay?”

Snapping out of his daze, he turns to see her staring at him with concerned eyes.

“Well…I actually have a date.”

Her eyes immediately beam, “A date?”

He timidly nods, not realizing there was a speck of pink spreading across his skin. Chaeyoung notices right away, smiling until a loud voice breaks through the comfortable atmosphere, a clean Park Jimin still dressed in a bathrobe emerging.

“My skin looks beautiful and my intern has a date?! What an amazing day it is today~” He immediately pounces onto Jungkook with a huge grin.

“Wait, wait!” Jungkook hurriedly protests, trying to wrench the man off of him, “That’s why I came over today! I need help!”

Jimin freezes, looking at Jungkook as if he had just sprouted some holy words to him, “You…you need my help?”

Jungkook sighs, the doctor now clinging onto him like a child with wide, cooing eyes but Chaeyoung leans over, placing a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, “I think this is his first date Jimin.”

Jimin instantly stops with a frown, “First date?” When Jungkook exhales deeply again, Jimin latches off of him completely, eyes now filling up with concern, “Jungkookie?”

Jungkook goes silent for a moment and Chaeyoung shifts her eyes over to Jimin, who takes a couple of steps back at seeing his precious intern suddenly look so distraught.

He eventually speaks up, “I…I need help, I’ve never gone on a date before and she’s someone I do like, but I–“ Jungkook stops and Chaeyoung pats his shoulder, giving him time to speak to which he greatly appreciates, “This isn’t something I find the answer in books, or get experience through working. This is so real and I-I just don’t know how to prepare…”

Jungkook buries his head within his hands and its silent again, causing Jimin to gesture something to Chaeyoung, who quietly leaves as he steps up.

“Jungkook.” He looks up and the doctor smiles at him, “We’re going to figure this out, okay? You’ve come to the right person and I am here to educate you…my precious intern.”

Jungkook actually smiles at that and Jimin instantly beams, Chaeyoung returning back with a giant whiteboard and marker in hand.

“Alright then!” Jimin grabs the marker, perching up one bare leg onto the couch, “What do you know about dates?”

“Uh…” Jungkook looks like he’s just been asked a question on an exam he didn’t study for, “They’re romantic and stuff? Like you spend time together and do cute things?” He quickly glances at Chaeyoung who gives him an encouraging nod and a thumbs up, to which Jimin grins.

“Correct!” Jimin scribbles it down onto the board, “See Jungkook! You do know about dates!”

“Not enough though.” Jungkook whines but Jimin raises a hand.

“Fear not! We have you covered!” He gestures to Chaeyoung again who leaves onto to rush in with an assortment of suits. Jungkook helplessly watches as Jimin dashes away too, returning with a bunch of his own collection of hair supplies and accessories.

“What’s all this for?”

Jimin chuckles when he notices Jungkook’s eyes widening, colour draining completely from his skin at the new material. There’s a mysterious glint residing deep within the doctor’s eyes, a look that Jungkook truthfully is terrified of. 

Jimin wraps an arm around him, “Oh Jungkookie, there is so much you have yet to learn~”

***

The room is brightly lit, a hue of warm orange splashed across the walls and a layer of vibrant pink flowers streamed along the front counter, right next to a bowl filled with round cherry candies. From a distance, there’s a violin playing, elegant music surrounding the folks that chatter behind the walls as greetings and pleasantries are exchanged.

One of the cherry candies is plucked from the bowl, a gold shine wrapped around the delicacy before its entirely ripped away and tossed carelessly to the side. The wrapper barely meets the trash can when the candy is furiously being spit out, Jungkook hurriedly wiping his sleeve when he’s left with a bitter sour taste in his mouth.

He immediately adjusts his sleeve, not wanting any sticky cherry residue clinging onto the expensive suit that he’s somehow managed to fit in. With a sigh, he rests his hand against his cheek as he leans against the counter, trying his best not to ruin his gelled hair that took hours to put together.

“Hold still!” Jimin hisses, hands covered with a musky gel that had Jungkook squirming away.

“It smells bad!” The younger man protests, but Jimin frowns when there’s barely any ounce of gel in Jungkook’s hair despite the two of them being at it for two hours.

“Jungkookie, you said you would trust me! Who is the mentor here?!”

Jungkook slumps down into the chair, pouting at Jimin, “You are…”

“Exactly!” Jimin snaps his fingers, causing some of the gel to flick onto Jungkook’s cheek as he winces, “Oh! Sorry!”

Jimin continues to coat his hair with the gel until its covered majority of Jungkook’s hair and with one rough push, his hair is slicked back to reveal his forehead. “There! Have a look for yourself Jungkook!”

He gets up and walks over to the bathroom mirror as Jimin washes his hands. To his own astonishment and disbelief, the gel serves to not only keep his hair styled, but drastically ages him into a better, more mature image.

“Wow…” He can only stand there and gape at his reflection as Jimin grins, taking the suit Chaeyoung brings him from her hands and turning to face his young intern.

“Now, try this on!”

Jungkook warily takes the suit away from Jimin’s hands, eyeing it oddly.

“Aren’t you shorter than me though?”

Jimin scoffs, “I’m not that short! Besides I usually buy suits with longer pants because its easier to tailor them afterwards!”

“Suree.” Jungkook teases, causing Jimin to pout as he chuckles, “Alright I’m putting it on!”

The suit – just as Jimin said – miraculously fits Jungkook better than he had expected. It doesn’t hang off his form nor does it render him the ability to not breathe, but fits well enough that Jimin dare say it looks better on Jungkook then it does on himself.

After a couple moments of turning and rotating, Jungkook seems satisfied but can’t help the one thought that occurs to him.

“Isn’t this a little fancy?”

Jimin smirks, “Not for where you’re going tonight.” He flips out a brochure, one that has Jungkook widening his eyes.

“A restaurant? But why?”

“It’ll be romantic! Candle lights, music, dinner!” Jimin claps his hands together, “You’ll both love it!”

“I don’t know…” Jungkook whispers, still staring at the brochure. “I don’t really go to restaurants, I don’t know how to speak or what to do, I-I…” Jimin holds up a hand, reassuring the young intern right away.

“That’s why we’re here!” Chaeyoung brings out the giant whiteboard again and Jimin smirks.

“By the time you get there, you’ll be ace gentlemen quality~”

Jungkook sighs again, eyes latching onto the image he reflects against the glass doors in the front. Although it was truly a hassle getting ready this time around, Jungkook can find it in himself to understand that Jimin was right – his gelled hair, paired with the sleek black suit and a set of silver hoops in his ears (which Jimin thankfully gave him) actually does to a lot of service to him, his features not appearing to be so boyish anymore.

He wonders if this is how he should dress for work instead.

The thought is shaken away, because today wasn’t so much about how he looked or where he was as much as it was about the two of you. Jungkook begins to contemplate if he should give you a call, but before he even has a chance to pull his cellphone out, he spots someone in a bright blue dress dashing into the restaurant.

You don’t even seem to recognize him when you get into the restaurant, too occupied with holding onto your knees as you gasp for air. When you finally do look up, Jungkook can see it in your eyes far too quickly and he silently thanks Jimin for all his troubles. 

“Woah.” You blink, narrowing your eyes until you’re squinting, “J-Jungkook?”

With a timid smile, he nods, reaching out for you to hold his hand as he gestures into the hall. “Shall we?”

Your cheeks brighten up when you take his hand and Jungkook doesn’t know if the colour appearing on you is because of the fact that you had been running just so you can make it on time, or perhaps because…of him.

Both thoughts either way bring a small quip to his smile, guiding you inside when he can feel small butterflies dancing around in the pit of his stomach.

Your mouth drops wide open when you enter the hall, string of decorative pink and purple flowers in between white lights hanging from the ceiling. You don’t realize you’ve reached your table until Jungkook lets go of you, causing you immediately to be flustered when you been gaping at the place with wide eyes.

Jungkook seems to be unaffected by this however, pulling your chair out with a sweet smile, “Thank you.”

You sit down as he nods, settling down into the seat in front of you. Picking up the menu’s, your eyes begin to scan through all the dishes when Jungkook watches you from the corner of his, a relieved smile on his lips when everything seems to be falling into place and dare he even say, Jimin’s help actually did do more wonders then he would have imagined.

Part of it has to do with you as well too, Jungkook notes. He was extremely reluctant on asking to even come to a place like this, wondering to himself continuously if he was crossing the line too much, or even worse, practically jumping over that line in a rush. After listening to Jimin plead with him over and over again, he finally gave in, asking you to come to the specific restaurant and to dress formally for the occasion.

You don’t seem to have barely missed a beat just like him, adorned in a sleeveless soft blue dress that frills out at your knees, paired with your hair in an updo, light curls dropping down to the side of your cheeks. In a way, it makes Jungkook smile, being seated next to each other in such a luxurious place and dressed so lavishly, yet you still look so faintly similar to how you did in college.

“You look very nice.” Jungkook blurts it out without even realizing and his eyes immediately widen – but then you give him a kind smile in return and he recalls Jimin telling him that complimenting what you were wearing was a must for an date.

You tuck a stand of hair away, his eyes following along with the gesture, “Thanks, so do you.”

He sends you a similar smile, the atmosphere morphing into a warm and comfortable one. Truthfully, Jungkook is completely shocked at the moment. He had conjured up much more atrocious scenario’s in his mind prior to the date, things that could have gone wrong, things that could have messed things up for the far worse. It caused him to constantly pester Jimin and Chaeyoung with worries, questioning everything they did and everything he should do on the day of.

It was extremely exhaustive, but sitting with you here, seeing how you look at him, it makes him feel as if things will be alright, like there wasn’t anything he should be worried about.

You frown for a moment, enlarging your eyes as you concentrate on the menu and the act makes Jungkook smile amusedly, noticing that your expression come off as rather cute when you’re serious.

“Everything alright?”

Looking up, you nod, “I think so? Just having trouble with some of the food names.”

He slides his eyes back to the menu, suddenly realizing he had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he hadn’t taken a proper moment to look at it. “Let me see if I can help.”

As Jungkook begins to point out things Jimin had explained to him on the menu, you tentatively listen along and follow his direction. Both of you are greatly busy with the process though, failing to realize the other people present at the restaurant, namely one table that seems to be a tad bit crowded and louder in comparison.

“Look, look he’s talking to her!”

There’s a loud wail suddenly, sobbing sounds coming from the table when a collective reign of voices interject immediately. One of the waiters raises a brow at the commotion, simply thinking that the guests were getting agitated from not being served.

“Are you ready to order?” He questions, notepad in hand.

“Of course, can I have one of everything on the menu?” A man with parted pink hair speaks, eyes attentively on the waiter who seems to only blink on the request. The man picks up the menu again, pointing to it, “The price doesn’t matter, even better if it can come with a bottle of win-“

A hand knocks the menu out of his hands, long curly blonde hair tied back into a ponytail as he bursts out dramatically laughing, “You’re so funny!! HAHAHAHA~”

The blue-haired girl sitting next to him smiles to the waiter, “We’ll just take water for now.”

He nods, eyebrow still raising at the particular table, but shrugging off as he walks. The blonde man instantly leans over, glaring at the pink haired individual with a hiss.

“Are you trying to make me go broke?!” 

“What?? You said you were paying tonight!”

“Yeah so order something that’s not going to make my wallet cry!”

The pink haired man frowns, staring at the menu with a sigh, “You’re no fun Park.”

“He really isn’t.”

Before Jimin can even protest, a group of three people sits down next to them, all three of them having the same long black hair. Jimin tries to stifle back a laugh when they sit down, but it comes bursting out after he restrains himself for too long.

“You can keep laughing, at least I don’t look like someone dunked a bowl of ramen on my head.” Yoongi mumbles, eyes latching onto two very specific people as he turns to Chaeyoung, “Everything going alright?”

She nods, “They seem to be comfortable with each other.”

“Good.” Yoongi sighs, smiling gratefully when Hoseok hands him a napkin. “Out of all of Jimin’s bright ideas, I’d have to say this is possibly the worst one.”

 “It’s brilliant!” Jimin exclaims, protesting right away, “And he’s our baby! We have to protect him!”

“He’s an adult.” Yoongi retorts, causing Jimin to pout but Chaeyoung leans forward.

“I know it seems a little invasive but Jimin’s just been worried, that’s all.” Jimin smiles at her yet Namjoon sighs.

“I don’t know, I’m with Yoongi on this one.” Namjoon gestures over to you two, “They seem to be doing fine without us as well.”

“Then we can all just hang out today! Plus I’m paying~” Jimin giggles, although the words bring a sparkle to Jin’s eyes that he really doesn’t want to see, “But no making me broke!”

Jin mumbles something underneath his breath that sounds like “invites us all over here but doesn’t even give us the full treatment” but Jimin lets it slide, eyes constantly darting over to you and Jungkook.

You two on the other hand, have already ordered and talk as you wait, seemingly answering a list of questions Jungkook had been given prior to meeting you.

“Did you write all of this down or something?” You lightly laugh, not expecting him to compliment you so many times nor to be so curious about your job, which truthfully you find to be incredibly boring. “I just do taxes and bookkeeping, it’s really not that great.”

From the opposite side, Jungkook seems to be flustered, losing bits of his confidence when he lowers his long-sleeved wrist underneath the table, “I’m sure it’s great and that you work hard! Did I mention your hair looks great tonight?”

“Yes, many times.” You chuckle, not quite understanding what was going on but shrugging it off as simple nervousness. After all you felt the same way, being in front of him like this, after so many years had soared away at the speed of light.

You wonder if Jungkook sees the fall in your expression, because his eyes are instantly tracing all over your features before you speak, “You bumped into Yugyeom, right? At your hospital?”

Jungkook nods, “He had fainted from a concussion.”

“Oh.”

He shakes his head, “It wasn’t too serious, but I don’t think Bambam’s going to survive to tell the tale.”

Your eyes light up, “You met Bambam?”

“Ah no– Yugyeom told me about him and the others.”

“I see…” You grow silent and Jungkook shifts in his seat, his hands starting to become clammy by the minute.

He doesn’t understand; he was prepared, listening to every word that Jimin’s slipped out prior to meeting you and so far everything that doctor had told him has seemed to work, until now, especially when he notices your gaze fixated on the table.

“I-I heard Mingyu got married.” He quickly blurts out, watching your eyes sparkle for a split second, “And that Jaehyun’s moved recently for work.”

You smile, although it doesn’t quite meet your eyes, “The last time I saw Jaehyun, he stopped by my apartment to stay goodbye. I was also at Mingyu’s wedding.”

“You went?”

“Of course.” Your smile falters, “He got married to my sister.”

“O-Oh.” Now Jungkook turns quiet, mind suddenly wracking around for the memory of you telling him you had a sister. “I…I didn’t know.”

“We sent you an invitation.” Your gaze is not even on him anymore, staring at your fidgeting hands instead, “I wanted to introduce her to everyone…including you.”

Jungkook is at a loss of words, staring at you hopelessly with wide eyes. In the spur of the moment, he tries to fathom up an answer, not even taking a single glance at his sleeve when he does so, “Y/N I-“

“Your meal is here~” A voice immediately injects him and before he knows it, plates and plates of food are soon flourishing onto the table. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, being fully aware that the two of you did not order this much food, but when he turns to the waiter with questions tumbling on his lips, he go silent completely.

The waiter has long curly blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail as he smirks at Jungkook. He tugs himself closer to Jungkook, wrapping an arm around the younger individual.

“My oh my! What a dashing young man!” Jimin stares at your surprised eyes and loudly cries out, “They don’t make such men anymore, do they?!”

He begins to sob onto Jungkook’s shirt, leaving him in an uncomfortable situation when the man’s weight is beginning to crease his suit, as well as spur more confusion in your eyes. Luckily for Jungkook though, a set of four arms are plucking the pouty doctor off of him, giving the former a dirty glare before one of them taps his arm.

“I hope you are alright Sir.” Jungkook nods and Namjoon smiles at him, long black hair swishing when he turns to you. “I hope you can excuse my colleague’s outburst, he seems to be having a hard time at work today.”

You politely smile, “No, no, it’s okay. I hope he’s alright though.”

“He’ll be fine. If he isn’t, I’ll make sure he’ll pay for all the damages he’s causing by working overtime for two people’s shifts instead of one.” The second man eyes Jungkook with a smug grin, before Namjoon turns and seeks his arm.

“We’ll be leaving now, please enjoy the rest of your night.” You nod and when you look away, Namjoon and Yoongi shoot him a thumbs up, hurriedly walking away with a protesting Jimin.

Jungkook smiles, but then his thoughts re-focus and he realizes that prior to the intrusion, you had been discussing something that had his stomach churning, his heart suddenly feeling heavy. Though the thoughts die out once again when he notices you fully concentrating on the food, barely meeting his gaze with only occasional polite glances.

He loses all of his appetite suddenly, plucking at the food with his fork and sighing when the clock’s handles seem to have silenced down. In comparison to the commotion just occurring moments ago, its dead silent and he doesn’t know how much of it he can take.

You raise your head, a cluster of coughs leaving you as Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Are you okay?”

You nod, circling around your throat for a moment, “This is really spicy.”

“Let me get you some water.” He instantly stands up, walking over to one of the waiters when you’re just about to tell him it was okay. Your hand drops, deeply exhaling as you shrink back into your seat.

From a distance away, there’s a pair of giant binoculars glued to your every move, a voice already beginning to whine, “She doesn’t like the food!” He passes them to the blue-haired girl sitting next to him, “He needs help, I’m going to go back and–“

An arm keeps him firmly in place, “You are going to sit here and do nothing. If there’s a problem, then Jungkook can take of it.”

“That’s so unfair though!!”

“Listen to Yoongi, Jimin. You’ve caused enough trouble already.” The man with the pink hair remarks, cheek stuffed with an abundance of food he’s thankfully not paying for.

Namjoon hums, crossing his arms as he sits down, “I agree, for now let’s just trust that Jungkook can handle this one on his own.”

“Um guys….” A voice peeks out from the heated conversation, all heads turning towards her, “We might have another situation here.”

“What is it?” Hoseok hurriedly asks, putting on Jimin’s giant binoculars, “Oh no…”

“What?” Jimin’s head whips back and forth, “What is it? What is it?”

 “Jungkook just tripped and split a jug of water on her.”

A unison of multiple voices break out, “WHAT?!?”

“This is bad.” Jin repeats, forgetting the plate of food in front of him entirely, “This is really really bad.”

Jimin slips away before anyone even notices, dashing over to the pair swiftly. He notices a piece of cloth tucked away on your lap as your eyes dart around frantically, but to his own dismay, his young intern is no where to be found.

“The kind gentleman that was here, where is he now?” Jimin questions, quickly acting like a waiter. When you point to the men’s room, Jimin frowns, but he simply nods and sprints over, leg kicking the door open as he barges in.

“JUNGKOOK!” He doesn’t even need to look around much when his eyes land on the man’s features, currently staring down at the sink. Jimin wonders why he was even there, having split all that water on you and now making you wait by doing nothing in the bathroom.

“Jungkook, what–“ The words are immediately swallowed away when Jimin notices Jungkook’s tightened grip on the counter. He brings a hand to the man’s tense back, patting down on it, “What happened Jungkookie?”

Jimin’s voice is quiet and soft, drastically different to what he sounded like just moments ago, but Jungkook shakes his head, appearing as if he was ready to hurl at any second. “I-I can’t do this…”

“Jungkook she’s still out there waiting for you, it’s okay.”

He shakes his head harshly, “Nothing’s okay anymore and to top it all off, I had to spill water on her!”

“Go back Jungkook.” Jimin urges, Jungkook turning to him like he was merely sprouting out nonsense at this point, “I don’t know what exactly happened, but the intern I so know doesn’t give up no matter what the challenge. He’s a fighter and I’ll even admit he looks a lot better in my own suit that I ever did.”

Jungkook quips a small smile at that and Jimin grins, “Now get out there, will you?”

He takes a deep exhale and Jimin reaches out to adjust his intern’s tousled collar.

“Alright.” He takes a step back and Jimin nods satisfied.

But when Jungkook eventually does come out, he immediately turns to Jimin with frightened eyes.

“She’s gone.”

“What?!” Jimin scans around, seeing indeed you were – the table the two of you once occupied left empty and now being vacated for new customers.

Jungkook groans, fisting his hair that he doesn’t care about ruining anymore, “I’ve ruined everything!” He sinks down onto his knees, burying his head into his hands, “Tonight was supposed to be perfect, but I’ve ruined it!”

Jimin is at a loss of words, looking down at his intern with sympathetic eyes when he doesn’t know what to say anymore. He was incredibly hopeful – Jungkook appeared dashing within his suit and the evening had been going so well whenever he checked in.

He had enough faith about you too, having a good feeling of you staying despite the chaotic waterfall that had ensured, but it seems like he was unfortunately wrong this time.

Not left with many options when he sees his intern so distraught, he signals the crowd of concerned and confused eyes latching onto him to call a cab. Placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, they leave the restaurant immediately and Jimin sighs when he wishes that things could have gotten better than this.

***

The day is filled with taxing amounts of papers that need to be filed, Jungkook marking each one with patient details as he swipes his signature on other documents. Aside from the lengthy procedure he does, the doctor hasn’t stepped out of his office for a split second through the day – something the three doctors huddled quietly outside notice.

“I’ve never seen him like this.” Jimin whispers and Jin hums, sharing the same look as him.

“Should I ask him to help me with my wards? It’ll get him out of there for a while.”

Chaeyoung shakes her head at the thought, “I don’t think what he needs right now is more work.”

“Then what does he need?” Jimin says, racking a hand through his hair roughly as he darts his eyes between the two.

“Still glued to your old intern, Dr. Park?”

Jimin pauses, a new voice suddenly entering the confines of the hospital, paired with a familiar set of footsteps he swears he hasn’t heard in an eternity. The last thing he expects when he turns, is to see you standing next to Yoongi dressed in a white coat and holding a clipboard, smirking with crossed arms.

It’s only when Yoongi chuckles at his surprised expression that everything hits like a slap, and suddenly there’s three doctors flinging themselves onto you.

“Y/N!!”

The clipboard is completely knocked out of your hands by the tsunami of people, but simply retort with a light laugh.

“You guys missed me that much?”

No one responds, clinging onto you as you dart a look to Yoongi, who just smiles amusedly at your expression.

“They really did miss you,” He pats your shoulder, voice lowering, “and so did I. Welcome back Dr. L/N.”

Once everyone separates, you hand Chaeyoung a tissue when tears begin to stream down her eyes and she gratefully accepts. Jin meanwhile is in awe, having not encountered his former doctor counterpart in far too long.

You smile fondly, “So it’s the new Dr. Kim now?”

Jin, despite the sheer amount of confidence he usually radiates, nods shyly, “Nothing like the past Dr. Kim though.”

You snort at that and turn to the last doctor, who’s looking at you with such puppy like eyes that has you quirking an eyebrow. With a sigh, you open up your arms again and he’s tackling you into another hug once more.

“What took you so long?!” Jimin wails and Yoongi mumbles for him to be quiet for nearby patients.

“I was on vacation with my fiancée, it wasn’t going to just take me a day.” You mumble, but the words cause everyone’s attention to spike up.

“Fiancée?!”

“Is it true Dr. L/N?” Chaeyoung hurriedly questions, eyes bright with excitement, “You and Dr. Kim…?”

You flash her the diamond ring sitting on your third finger and she immediately squeals, clapping her hands. Jimin’s interest is peaked as well when he lets you go and examines the jewelry sitting delicately on your hand.

“Does that mean you and Taehyung made it to fourth bas-“

You glare at him, “Park Jimin, I swear if you even finish that sentence.”

Jimin pouts and you heavily sigh, eyes darting around, “Where’s Jungkook?”

Everyone goes immediately silent, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“W-Well you see…” Chaeyoung begins, recognizing the guilty expression Jimin holds right away, “Things haven’t going so great for him lately a-and…”

You raise your hand instantly for her to stop, “I know, I came early because someone informed me about what was going on.”

Jimin’s eyes widen and that’s when Namjoon steps forward, softly smiling.

“Everything is a lot more balanced when you have extra hands helping out.” He says and you share a look with him, causing Jimin to look back and forth abruptly.

“But about J-Jungkook, Y/N I-“

“Don’t worry about it,” You smile knowingly, “I’ve already sent someone over to check on him.”

***

There’s a small knock against the door of Jungkook’s office and he exhales, letting his pen roll onto his papers when he glances around.

It looks bad – mugs of banana milk scattered all over the place, something Jungkook doesn’t even drink at work if he doesn’t really need it. There are papers lying around astray and there’s barely any light seeping in, all his windows firmly shut.

He supposes it could be worse and then glances back at the door, thinking that perhaps his fellow doctors were getting concerned about him and that he should reassure them.

“Come in.” He says with a heavy sigh, eyes blinking against the strain of using such poor lighting conditions.

However his eyes blow up completely when the door quietly closes, a familiar man wearing a pair of glasses and a doctor’s coat, taking long strides into the room before he sits down on the chair in the corner, facing Jungkook. He grins, eyes taking in the man’s features after not seeing him when he acquired his new title.

“Nice to see you could make some time for me, Dr. Jeon.”

“D-Dr. Kim?” Jungkook immediately stutters, papers long forgotten when he can’t believe the sight before him, “How…?”

“Namjoon.” Taehyung states, leaning back in his chair as he crosses his legs, “Y/N and I were called back when he felt things were getting too hectic around here. Luckily the two of us were planning on coming back soon anyways.”

“Oh…I see…”

“Enough about me though.” Taehyung cuts to the chase right away, “What’s been going on with you lately?”

Jungkook’s skin instantly flushes, not realizing that the doctor had to come to his office with a whole other intent instead, “I-It’s just personal stuff, I saw one of my old college friends which lead to me running into another college friend and then I was asked out on a date…”

Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s rambling until Taehyung hums, a finger pressed to his lips as he attentively listens. It only occurs to Jungkook at the point too, that so much had happened within the time the two doctors had been gone and he really doesn’t want to rewind so far back when he knows what the accumulation of events had lead up to.

“So this girl…” Taehyung starts off, “Why do you suddenly want to reconnect with her?”

“Because I’ve been out of touch from a lot things since college…” Jungkook sighs, “Since I became this…”

“It isn’t easy. I hope you know that.”

“I do but…before I didn’t want to do anything, I just wanted to focus on becoming a doctor, but now,” Jungkook shakes his head.

“It’s all I have left…”

“You pushed yourself too hard to get here and now you regret doing it.”

Jungkook hums, “And this girl? Is there something you regret with her too?”

“A-Ah yeah…” Jungkook becomes flustered again, scratching his neck, “I regret not getting to know her more, even when I knew she wanted to get to know me.”

He sighs, like he was recalling a handful of bad memories, “I just don’t know if she’s willing to give me another chance after everything…”

“Explain it all to her.” Taehyung says, causing Jungkook to look up in surprise, “If there’s something that’s gone wrong or you regret something you’ve done in the past, then the best way to just explain to the person what happened.”

“B-But I can’t, after what happened at the d-date, I-“

“Jungkook.” Taehyung stops him, “Didn’t you just explain to me what you think went wrong? So why is it so hard to explain the same thing to her, who I can assume would really appreciate hearing the answer more compared to someone like me.”

Jungkook frowns at the words, but it seems to make sense of the catastrophic scramble of thoughts he was having. When he makes eye contact, Taehyung smiles at him, saying something Jungkook would had never expected the stern Dr. Kim to ever say to anyone.

“The past is a hard indicator to get over, but it’s something you need to confront before you can even think of a brighter future.”

Jungkook nods, appreciating that the doctor was able to help make sense of what was ensuring inside his head so calmly, something Jungkook had barely managed to do in the past at all.

“Thank you, Dr. Kim.”

Taehyung approvingly nods, straightening up his glasses as he gets up from the chair, “Anytime.”

But the simple action causes Jungkook’s brow to furrow, a particular sparkle flashing by when the doctor touches his frame.

“Is that a ring on your finger?” He blurts it out and widens his eyes, wondering if that came off as being rude or invasive, but suddenly the doctor’s gaze is glued to the ground, a tint of red beginning to emerge on his skin.

Jungkook smiles, wondering to himself if he’d ever thought he would see the day he’d catch the Dr. Kim flustered by the mere mention of a ring.

***

Just explain everything to her, just like you did with Dr. Kim.

Jungkook quickly locks up his office door, play backing the words in his mind so they don’t escape him in the moment. As he leaves, he notices the faint pitter patter of rain outside and he sighs when he doesn’t have anything but his doctor’s coat to cover himself.

The white cloth covers his head when he slips out of the hospital, rain beginning to fall down at the speed of bullets against the ground. He frowns when his coat is instantly drenched, rain making its way down to his hair before he even knows.

Bright yellow clouds his vision immediately, away from the hazardous rain now pouring down. He whips his head around in confusion, only to see you standing underneath the umbrella with him.

“Hi.” You say softly, but Jungkook can even hear even against the splintering rain. He notices you’re only wearing a thin rose cardigan, the top of it thoroughly soaked.

Following his line of sight, you quickly mumble, “I-I didn’t know when you finished work…”

As if on instinct, Jungkook reaches out and faintly touches your cheek with the back of his hand, an alarming icy temperature greeting him back. He drops his hand right away when he notices the surprise on your expression, realizing that the innate doctor reflexes kicked in too soon for him.

“S-Sorry…”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You shake your head, staring at the ground as you bite down on your lip. It’s still pouring around you at a rapid speed, but it’s the only thing being acknowledged when the two of you stay quiet.

Before you know it, the umbrella loosens from your grip, being raised up higher, “Do you want to come inside? It’s getting even colder out here.”

“Oh I–….“ You trail off immediately, words dying down.

But Jungkook wasn’t going to let you stay quiet, “What is it?”

“I was j-just thinking…we could go somewhere else? Away from the hospital?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, noticing that you hadn’t entered not only because you didn’t want to intrude, but you felt like it wasn’t even your place to do so.

“Of course.” He starts walking, hand against your back and words gentle, “Away from the hospital.”

You end up walking for quite a while and after Jungkook constantly insisting, you eventually give in and let him drape his now semi-dry coat over your shoulders. It’s incredibly warm in comparison to your skin and you’re grateful after he gives it to you, knowing that the coat held much more significance to him than it does to you.

When Jungkook finds a nearby shop to take refugee under, you quickly follow after him. Although the shop itself is closed due to the late hours, there’s heat coming out from nearby vents that you definitely indulge in.

“At the restaurant–“ Jungkook stops, pausing to correct himself, “On our date, why…why did you leave?”

He wanted to ask you directly but there’s a slip of sadness by him that he couldn’t hold back and he knows you can hear it when you look at him startled.

“I left to dry myself off.” You quickly say, “But then you didn’t come back for so long and the waiters asked me if they could clear the table so I let them. I–…”

A low sigh escapes out from you.

“I-I actually wasn’t expecting you to come back.”

You stare down at the ground as all Jungkook can do is just stare at you, wondering how it had gotten so bad to the point that you didn’t even think he would come back.

Just explain it to her.

“I shouldn’t have left like that.” He turns to you fully, staring at you with the same serious eyes he takes with his work. “And I’m not just talking about the date.”

You look up and blink, eyes widening but Jungkook continues, “I’d like to say that I didn’t know, but I did and I was just…scared.”

“Of what?” You instinctively ask and for a moment, everything disappears. You’re not in the middle of nowhere outside as it pours down like crazy, talking to a doctor after his shift at the hospital. Instead, you’re back in the large expanse of a field, a younger Jungkook staring out at one of the college buildings as you fidget around with the palms of your hands.

Jungkook sighs and you wonder if he’s thought about this before coming here with you today. It leaves you with a spark of hope, something that blossoms in you after far too long.

“I knew what my job was going to be like and what I had ended up choosing wasn’t going to leave me with any time to see you guys again. In a way, I knew I had to leave all of you…”

Jungkook leans forward, eyes more sincere than ever, “So I packed my bags and headed off to Seoul…without saying goodbye…”

Despite being covered by the shop, drops of water fall on ground in the space between the two of you. “I should have been there, at Mingyu’s wedding, when Jaehyun was leaving, when–“

He’s nearly breathless at this point, chest heaving, “When you said you liked me.”

Your breath hitches at the mere mention and for a moment you could have sworn that your heart rate dropped. Suddenly you’re being enveloped by two warm arms and the gesture only causes more water to spill out from your eyes.

 “Don’t cry…”

 “You can’t expect me to not cry after you say all that.” You chuckle, sniffling a bit as you swipe away some of the tears with your fingertips, “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so upfront with me.”

Jungkook smiles, relieved on the inside that he was able to tell you exactly what he wanted to, “Well you could say a wise man told me that if you’ve felt like you’ve done something wrong and regret it, then it’s best to just be upfront with the person and let them know too.”

You separate from him, “Sounds like a really wise man.”

“He is.”

You share a smile and from a distance away, the rain has finally slowly down, no longer hitting the ground viciously but instead, calmly pooling down. The bright yellow umbrella is held over your head as you walk away from the shop, but it isn’t the only thing that keeps you next to each other’s side.

His fingers are looped within your own the entire way.

***

There are faint sounds in the background, orders being taken swiftly to decrease the growing line that heads outside of the building. A delectable frozen treat sits in front of you, paired off with drizzling chocolate and sprinkles that only has your mouth watering. When you take your spoon and have a mouthful, you can only smile at how it instantly melts and isn’t too sweet or overbearing, but just the right taste.

However, as you take small bites of your treat, the man sitting across from you seems to be having his own struggles.

“Do you need some help with that?”

“Huh?” Jungkook blinks, dressed in a black shirt that’s now splattered with specks of white as he leans over the table, attempting to saw the giant sundae he ordered in half with the back of a spoon.

You laugh, small giggles continuing erupting from you as you walk over with your own spoon, “Here.”

With one huff, both of you plunge your spoons in and there’s a burst of ice cream everywhere, now coating your similar coloured shirt in the process as well.

“Why is this so hard?” Jungkook asks, repeating stabbing the ice cream that refuses to be broken down with barely a splash of liquid reappearing. He slumps down into the booth, crossing his arms as he pouts.

You smile when he looks so similar to a child, but then you slide over the half-eaten ice cream you were just having seconds ago. “Take some of mine.”

His eyes immediately widen and you realize you’ve just implied for the two of you to share ice cream together, so you quickly retract, “I-If you don’t want to, it’s okay!”

He shakes his head, taking his spoon and scooping some out right away. You laugh when you see him eagerly eat it, knowing he’s been watching you eat your own ice cream for an hour as he tossed around with his.

Glancing around, you take in the bright decorations of the shop, multiple people enjoying their ice cream as you and Jungkook sit across from each other. There’s no fancy violin playing in the background, there’s no extravagance to the food or the waiters and most importantly, there seems to be no concrete wall settled in between you.

“This was a good place to pick.” You remark, smiling when you turn to a Jungkook staring at you with a load of ice cream in his mouth, “For a ‘do over’ date.”

He quickly swallows, humming, “I wanted to go somewhere that I picked and without all the interruptions.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, taking a scoop of ice cream yourself.

“Uhh so…” Jungkook bites down on his lip, “I was so nervous for our date that I asked my mentor at my hospital for help, so he dressed me up and picked the restaurant and later in the evening disguised himself and the rest of our staff with horrible looking wigs. He also gave me a script to work around with that I wrote down on my wrist.”

You pound a hand against your chest when a chain of coughs leaves you and Jungkook instantly hands you a napkin. Blinking abruptly, Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s ever seen you look so surprised, “You– wait what?!”

You shake your head, confusion still apparent on your features until you frown, “It makes sense.”

“Really?”

Coming more to terms, you nod, “You seemed off that day, almost like you weren’t yourself. I thought it was because I didn’t see you in so long, so it does make sense.” 

Jungkook looks surprised, “I didn’t think it was that obvious.”

“It was.” You hum, “You’re definitely a lot more than what you were showing off to be, but I’m just glad you’re willing to try now.”

“O-Oh…”

You glance up from the ice cream to see him completely taken off guard by your words and suddenly there’s a scatter of red on his cheeks which causes you to giggle.

“You still get shy too?” You tease, laughing when he tries to hide himself underneath the table, not wanting you to see him be so flustered.

Your laughter echoes when Jungkook attempts to steal the ice cream away from you, covering his face so you don’t look at him. The camera begins to pan out and outside the shop, unknown to the two individuals sitting comfortably with each other, there’s a young man caught up in hysteria and blowing his nose.

“H-He’s all grown up!” He cries out, “My Jungkookie is all grown up!”

“He was grown up since day one.” Another low voice mumbles, sighing when the man starts to create a mess of his tears.

“Maybe it’s time his mentor grew up too.”

You stifle a laugh against the bush when the man looks completely offended, placing a hand on his chest as if he’s just been betrayed.

“Tae Tae how could say such a thing?!”

The man with the framed glasses snorts, occupying himself with blowing a dandelion instead when you smirk at him.

“Tae Tae?” You playfully whisper and he groans.

“Don’t even ask.” He gets up, stretching his legs out as he reaches for your hand and pulls you up.

“What? Not going to even help me up?” The blonde man scoffs and you roll your eyes, reaching out so that he can hold onto your hand. “Now that’s all settled, anyone want to grab lunch?”

You hum, but notice that there’s a certain someone still glued to the floor, watching eagerly with his giant binoculars.

“Jimin, come on.” You tug him up with Yoongi’s help, “Let’s give them some privacy.”

“B-But…”

“If you come with us, drinks will be on me.” Taehyung says, catching you all with surprise when the younger man instantly lights up, racing forward.

“What are we waiting for then?!”

You chuckle, glancing at Taehyung, “Nice one.”

He smiles knowingly at you and before leaving, spares a gaze at the once young intern. Before you can follow after Jimin and Yoongi, who are bantering as Jimin clings onto the blonde doctor, a hand stops you.

Taehyung tilts his head, eyes serious, “Those two, what do you think?”

“What do I think?” He nods and you watch them with him, seeing you letting out giggles as Jungkook keeps trying to hide his face, “I think they’ll be alright, they’ve put the past behind them and are starting to walk towards a brighter future.”

You smile and Taehyung reaches out for your hand, the sun’s rays causing a similar sparkle on your both of your hands. Resting your head on his shoulder, you slowly walk behind the excited black-haired doctor and his content blonde-haired friend.

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[youarejesting]

BTS Reactions: 07 Singing/Rapping/Dancing

[MASTERLIST] Requests open!

Ever your jester.

Seokjin: Lover - Taylor Swift

Jin had never heard you sing before not even for his birthday. He knew you were too shy and he thought it was cute. Occasionally he would hear you hum a sweet melody and he would quietly listen loving the sound of your voice. But you were in a particularly good mood, quietly watching you shake your hips while making pancakes. 

Your voice was soft and sweet it was unlike your speaking voice which was a little deeper. The sound had control and you sang with ease forgetting your boyfriend was an international pop star. But it had been a while since you had sang anything, and the song on the radio was too enticing not to sing along to.

‘Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover’

Jin leaned on the fridge and closed his eyes. To Jin your voice was like the first bite of a strawberry it was sweet and refreshing. He left his phone on top of the fridge to record the beautiful sound while he stepped out of the room so you weren’t interrupted. It was a sound he saved and listened to whenever he was stressed or on tour.

Yoongi: Earthquake - Labrinth (All stars remix) ft.  Tinie Tempah, Kano, Wretch 32 & Busta Rhymes

Yoongi was sitting in his office when heard rapping from somewhere in the house, he had heard you sing and even jokingly rap his songs and mimic his rapping style before. But this was serious spit fire. He entered the bedroom and the sound was louder but he soon realized you were in the shower. 

‘I rock all my clothes like a hipster And I rock them shades like a G That girl be definitely coming if she's coming with me I'm like a hundred degrees man I'm even hotter than August’

Yoongi’s smirked he hopped the August comment wasn’t directed at him and his alter ego Agust D. He leaned against the door listening impressed as you didn’t get out of breath you as you rapped the third verse. 

It was when you hit the fourth and final verse he ripped open the door and through the steam he stared at you with wide eyes and his mouth open. You had not only continued rapping you picked up the pace and rapped faster.

‘T-Trust me homie Do not walk up in my shadow Just respect my handle while we bang and make the Earth rattle’

“Marry me” He grinned

Hoseok: Danger - BTS

You remember the day you had first danced with Hoseok, it was a long day and you were trying to help with the choreography for Danger. Hoseok always refused help even though you were one of the many hired choreographers for the group. So for almost a whole year you just sat and watched and ran errands for the boys.

Hoseok wasn’t stuck up he just preferred making his own original content and no matter how hard you tried to explain he wouldn’t even let non members of back up dancers dance beside him or give him input he was too focused.

He never told you but he really liked you, you were a really cool, street fashion queen and he didn’t like being left alone with you. He wouldn’t look at you and tried not to listen when you spoke because the way you pronounced your Korean words with your cute accent got to him. 

It was like your words were slurred but not in an annoying drunk kind of way more of a sexy drawl that made Hoseok himself feel he was intoxicated by every word.

When all the others left and you two were the only ones left he finally took a break grumbling unhappily. He was taking a drink and sitting down, so you took the chance. You had watched the choreography for weeks and you knew what was missing. While he was changing his shirt and wiping his hair with a dry towel, you played the song on the stereo and got into position.

You danced and were making noises under your breathe as Korean wasn’t your first language you didn’t try to sing. You went about adjusting a few moves and adding to the area’s he was stuck on with ease. You saw his face in the mirror as he watched you dancing and it you were having fun with the chorus you were making a few noises as you went.

You noticed he had started smiling and you grinned and finished, “I’m here to help and sometimes it helps watching someone else dance you choreography to help with ideas. Will you let me help, Hoseok Oppa?”

Namjoon: Expensive Girl - RM

In the middle of a VLive Namjoon heard something strangely familiar but he couldn’t quite place it, he paused identifying that it was you who was singing. It was smooth, sultry and a little breathy. He smiled at the camera and ran a hand through his hair.

‘Girl,  You’re the medicine patch that slowly eases my motion sickness Wherever I go I’ll have it under my ear The time it takes to fall for you takes 3 seconds But  I feel as though you’re the meaning of my eternity’

“Y/N is singing, I know the song from somewhere but I don’t know where its from. Also she is really good. WOW! my girlfriend can sing” he picked up the camera and began walking to the door. He opened it and saw you slowly singing his song in English while gently brushing your hair.

‘Take  it off now girl just take it off I’m a master, baby with your bra Take it off now girl just take it off I can help you slide those-’ 

“BABE no” he screeched and you turned confused looking at his blushing face the tips of his ears were red and he gestured to the camera “Don’t sing that in front of the Army’s”

“Dim the lights down baby, Dim the-”  With eyes locked on his you smirked and continued but you screamed and ran as he chased you through the house. The camera in his hand shakily filming and the audience squealing in the comments.

Jimin:  f**k, I'm Lonely - Lauv ft. Anne-Marie

You were told to meet the boys in the practice room at 3pm after there meeting, but you assumed the meeting was still going as they weren’t there, you waited ten minutes and was getting kind of bored. You went to the sound system and hit play to see what was in there, it was a song you knew pretty well.

You started to mess around and make up a mock routine, the song soon died out and they still weren’t there. Sighing you turned the song back on and went through the routine again and added some more moves. You were soon up to the seventh repeat and you were getting more confident and a little more adventurous with your moves.

You were singing and dancing, your body seemed to just now how to move. You didn’t hear the door open due to the music and your eyes were locked on the way you moved as you perfected the choreography.

‘Yeah, I still watch the shows you showed me I still drink that wine, But these days it tastes more bitter than sweet, hmm And all my friends are way too drunk to save me from my phone So sorry if I say some things I mean’ 

You were singing loudly, proud of your voice. It was a strong soprano and you held it well while dancing and you let yourself be taken over the music. With a one handed back flip a break dancing move that you learnt as a teen, you stood up and rolled your head with ease singing the chorus while body rolling to the beat.

‘F**k, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely as F**k, come hold me, come hold me, come hold me It's been me myself and why Did you go? Did you go?’

Jimin was watching biting his bottom lip turned on by the dance you were doing, he had never seen his cute little girlfriend do anything provocative. He couldn’t help it and joined in on the last chorus trying out your moves and grinning at your blushing face.

Taehyung: Fly me to the moon - Frank Sinatra

You were standing in front of the upright piano, you use to play before your brother died on the way to your recital. Your fingers gently twitching by your side playing invisible keys. It wasn’t your first time at the boys dorm but you were usually distracted by their shenanigans to have time to thinks about the ominous instrument in the corner.

However half of the boys left to dance practice and the others were in their rooms, the living room was empty and Taehyung went to get the food and drinks from the delivery guy at the front doors of the apartment. You sat on the old stool and raised the wooden key cover, hands shaking you were startled by Jin.

“You are allowed to play it, no one else does” He smiled and you jumped and he laughed “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” 

He ducked off to his room giggling and you got up the courage to strike a key, the sound flooding the house and you let out a breath feeling the sound fill your body. You realized your hands were no longer shaking when you heard a beautiful melody and you couldn’t help singing along.

‘Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like on A-Jupiter and Mars‘

Whoever was playing was good and your body was swaying, Taehyung’s voice joined yours and you opened your eyes smiling only to realize you were the one playing. The music halted with a jarring sound as your hand slipped hitting the wrong keys.

“You sing really pretty baby bear” He smiled and kissed your cheek and placed the food on the coffee table, “You should play more often, I didn’t know you could. And your singing is really pretty... why are you crying?”

Jungkook: Who you? - GDragon

‘Baby I love you ireoke malhajiman nae maeumeun waenji hanado jochi anha I want you  I need you’ 

You were singing G-Dragon’s song ‘who you?’, while casually walking on the treadmill, you were winding down after your workout and having a blast singing forgetting that your headphones were on and singing as loud as you wanted.

Jungkook stepped into the gym with his Personal Trainer and the small camera crew for his Vlogs and grinned “Ah I didn’t know Y/N Noona was such a great singer, this is the first time i have heard her singing. We both share a love for Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim” 

He started working out with his PT watching you singing and walking on the treadmill, he found himself out of breath quite quickly. He was too busy watching you singing happily your voice and body enticing him as you seemed to all but strut on the treadmill.

‘Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh’

“Ah Noona is so distracting” he whined as he got scolded by the PT and he hummed pulling out his phone and calling Namjoon. “Hey do you think you can get Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim’s number, I want to ask him out for dinner with Y/N”

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[fitzherbertssmolder]

Make Me A Masterpiece 2/?

In her final year of college, Rapunzel is struggling to create her final art project. That is until she runs into the beautiful stranger who’s hiding out in the library.

or the one where art student Rapunzel asks literature nerd Eugene to be her model (modern-day au)

ao3

If Eugene has learnt anything from his time living with Lance as his roommate, it's that the man has no respect for personal space. 

  Usually, he can deal with it when his morning routine gets interrupted by his roommate bursting into the bathroom with important news to tell. Or when he’s in the kitchen and has almost set Lance on fire when he’s attempted to squeeze himself between Eugene and the stove. Or even when he has insisted on sleeping on Eugene's floor and kept him awake all night by his loud snoring.

 The point is that most of the time his complete ignorance for distance doesn’t bother Eugene. 

 But when his overly enthusiastic friend crowds him against the headrest after he's been awake for all of 5 minutes, that's when he draws the line. He’s not really the one to ask, but he is certain that there is a list of rules when sharing an apartment and he’s sure that not jumping into the others bed first thing in the morning is high on that list. He has missed him this past week sure, but this isn’t the roommate reunion he was looking for.

 The sun has only just made its full appearance outside the window and that’s far too early for his first words of the day in his opinion.

 "Do you have a death wish?" He grumbles, batting away the hands Lance has now insisted on using to pull the covers away from him. 

 "Why, do you have a thing for murder?"

 He makes sure that the glare he gives off is almost certainly one that could kill. "Not usually, but today feels like the day for trying something new." 

  Lance, unsurprisingly, isn't fazed one bit by that threat and continues his fight to pry the covers away from his sleeping friend. 

 Oh, and on top of it all, he's smiling.

 A broad, feral grin that Eugene is far too familiar with and knows that whatever has gotten Lance so riled up must be something life-changing. The mischievous glint in his eyes almost makes Eugene too scared to ask. He doesn’t get the chance to question his motives though before his roommate is opening his mouth again and further breaking up the silence of the once calm morning.

  "You met a girl.” 

 It may be due to how foggy his brain still is from the lack of consciousness, but he wasn’t expecting that at all. The statement is simple, straight forward and said with the utmost excitement.

 "You actually met a girl" he repeats, more to himself than to the actual person in question, and that feral smile grows into something more of disbelief. 

 "Lance-”

 He tries to warn him, he really does, but his attempt is immediately squashed when he feels the space beside him become empty once more and sees Lance bounding into the middle of the room. There are cheers and whoops and what he thinks is a chant and-

 -and now he's dancing. 

 It's 8 am and his roommate is smack bang in the centre of his room shaking his hips and waving his arms in a completely ungraceful manner. He comes too close several times to things Eugene has left sprawled on the floor that he is very concerned for his safety. However, it appears that his friend doesn’t share any of those same concerns as he has now introduced kicks into his routine. High kicks.

 "My little Eugene is all grown up!" He carries on spinning in circles and fading into his own little world of Lance. It’s when he gets out a high-pitched squeal about little Eugene babies that he decides that that is just about enough for today. 

 "Lance" he demands again striding over to him and pulling him to a halt with two firm hands on his shoulders. "Lance buddy, I am saying this for your own safety. Please, please, stop-" he gives a pointed look up and down his body "-that."

 A disapproving sigh slips out of Lance's mouth as he begins to shake his head furiously. "No can do Eugenie". 

  Eugenie grumbles at the nickname, eyes trailing his friend as he wiggles out of their current position and flops back onto the bed, which to Eugene’s dismay, is now vacant. 

  He kicks one of his legs onto the other and plants both hands behind his head. "This is the first time you've ever talked about a girl and as your best friend I'm obligated to annoy you about it." 

 At this moment in time, Eugene is very quickly realizing that sending a text to Lance last week with the simple admission "I met a girl" was a huge mistake. 

 Unfortunately for him, however annoying he's being about this, he is also very correct. Throughout his time in college, Eugene's love life has been more along the lines of a blank space type of situation. It's not like he's had that many opportunities to delve into the dating world, what with hiding in the library and all, and it’s not as if he doesn’t want to date, but just that he would rather be at home with a good book.

 But for some reason, Rapunzel is just different. With only 5 minutes of awkward conversation, and even more awkward staring, she is already infiltrating every one of his thoughts. When he got home from the library that night, he spent the next few hours on every social site he could think of to try and track her down feeling very thankful that Lance was out of town. It was almost 2 am by the time he had come across her on Instagram after a long stalking session, although he would never admit that to anyone if they were to ask. And now he checks that same page every day trying to summon up the courage to actually hit the follow button.  

 Letting out an exasperated sigh, he turns his attention back to his roommate who has now burst out into a song about love at first sight. If he didn’t have such a good singing voice Eugene would have probably throttled him by now. But alas, his roommate can sing and who can blame him if he enjoys listening to him. 

 Instead, he decides to settle on a pillow and cocks an eyebrow as he grabs the one at the end of the bed and pushes it straight into his face. "Don't you have somewhere to be, like a class?" 

 Lance’s words come out muffled and only slightly annoyed. "The theatre can wait, my friend. First I need details". 

 And that freezes Eugene to the spot. 

 How can he give details when there really aren't any details to give? Can he even qualify it as meeting a girl when all he said was his name? The most action that was had was by his book fort, which of course had met its untimely death in Eugene's haste to escape. And he really doesn’t think his friend will be too impressed by his tactic to see a pretty girl and run. 

 The pillow drops from his hands as he removes his grip and uses the brief silence to shuffle over to his desk, perching himself on the edge. He finds a particularly interesting stain and focuses on that. "There's nothing to tell". 

 "Come on, there must be something.”

  “There really isn’t”.

  “Did you get her number? Do you know what building she lives in? What course she's on? Anything?" 

 He shakes his head to every one of his inquiries adding little shrugs to amplify the sympathy factor. This is his first attempt at this, how was he to know he was supposed to get her number?

 Lance apparently has no sympathy to give today, as his focus is no longer on his struggling friend but rather on his phone that sits close by on the bedside table. It’s switched on, unarmed and the perfect opportunity for Lance to strike, which of course he does, and before Eugene can even mutter his objection the phone has been swiped up and settles in his friends’ hand.

 He can see the exact moment in which Lance gets his phone unlocked and his eyes settle on the evidence of what Eugene got up to last night. After a whole day of classes and pining over Rapunzel, he was too exhausted to even move let alone remember to close out her profile page. And now it’s there, shining brightly, ready for the taking.

 Sliding his eyes back up, the wide grin appears again on Lance’s lips and this time Eugene certainly is too afraid to ask him what he’s got planned.

 There’s a brief pause before he is leaping off the bed, literally, and making his way over to Eugene, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him from the desk. He’s promptly walked out of his room, through the dimly lit hallway and brought to a stop right outside their front door. It takes him a few seconds to register that his arms are being hoisted into a jacket he hadn’t even realised Lance had picked up.

 “Your girl just posted,” he says, finally managing to get Eugene to cooperate and slide his hands all the way through the dark brown sleeves “looks like she’s an early riser”.

 “What?” his voice is laced with every bit of confusion and he gets a light smack on the head for it.

 “She’s at the café, buddy.” Two hands find their way onto Eugene’s shoulders before he’s being pushed out of the front door that he’s not even sure how Lance got open. “You’ve got some wooing to do my friend.”

 He tries the best he can to plant his feet firmly on the ground, grab a side of the door frame and halt any movement. Using his free hand and glaring behind himself at Lance, he gestures wildly at his current state of undress.

 “I’m still in my underwear.”

 There’s a brief pause, a moment of pure peaceful silence before they are moving again, this time Eugene being pulled in the direction they just came from. Lance’s voice is now surely waking up everyone else on their floor when he announces a new addition to his plan. 

 “First, we change, then we woo!”

                                                 It’s quite surprising to him just how quickly finds her.

  It’s even more surprising that he finds her in the exact place he thought she would be. 

  Corona coffee is the quietest coffee shop in town, with it being at least a ten-minute walk away from campus. Its hidden away and never busier than a few full tables, making it the perfect place for one to come and escape the real world for a while. In his case, it’s the ideal place to curl up with a good novel. In Rapunzel’s case, it’s the perfect place for sketching, especially with the large glass windows located in the downstairs area leading out onto the cafe’s courtyard.

  Which is exactly where he finds her. 

  She's sat at the table tucked away in the corner, hand moving furiously, head buried in her paper and completely ignoring everything else around her. It makes him pause in his tracks, halfway on the stairs, mouth slightly open.

  He’s not exactly sure what it is, but there’s just something that makes her so intriguing to him and it’s something that goes way past her golden hair and a bright smile. He watches every stroke her pencil takes and is drawn in every time she freezes, sticks out her tongue and erases the line she just made. Only when she’s happy with the line correction does her tongue retreat and her lips pull into a smile once again.

  There’s just so much concentration and respect for what she is doing that he can’t help the way something blooms in his chest. She’s like magic and all he wants is more. To know her more, talk to her more, see her more. Just be more.

  He’s known that ever since he looked up and saw her standing at the end of the aisle in the library. It became more apparent when scrolling through her pictures and seeing just what type of person she is. And it hits him again now as he watches her flip her book this way and that to find just the right angle.

  After a few minutes of simply staring, when it reaches a point that is bound to be considered creepy, he draws in a long breath and glances down at his phone one last time, reading the message that Lance sent for what he thinks is the 100th time since he left their building. 

   You got this buddy. 

Just don't be a dork. 

   Don't be a dork, right. He's got this, hasn't he?

  There's one more intake of breath, sharp this time, before his legs are moving and taking him over to put his plan in motion - whatever that plan might be. Thanks to Lance, he didn’t really have the time to think about what he was going to say or do and now that he is finally seeing her again there is no hope in that happening now. His brain has other priorities.

   He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and crosses his fingers tightly hoping that this would be enough to get him the rest of the way over to her table. It does, thankfully, and he’s almost to the vacant chair when his luck gives out and sends his foot directly into the path of a backpack strap lying across the floor.

   What had intended to be a smooth glide had now resulted in him tumbling haphazardly into the seat before him, his hands grabbing onto the back of the wooden chair to stop him from falling any further.

 However, it doesn’t stop his legs from flying around under the table and sending the half-full coffee cup plunging to the ground. If he wasn’t already fully embarrassed, the loud crashing noise of mug meeting floor is quick to get him to the max level.

  So much for not being a dork.

  His fall gets Rapunzel's attention almost immediately, her eyes snapping up to meet his before falling to the table in front of her and sending a look of alarm across the table. She stands up quicker than he can really register what’s happening and is instantly in action, scooping up all her sketchbooks and supplies and snatching up her phone before its drowned in a sea of coffee.

 It’s seconds before Eugene is following suit, a chorus of apologies spilling out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that honestly.”

  “It’s fine” she replies, a little breathless but with no annoyance, using a couple of napkins she had nearby to absorb all the liquid she can.

  Despite her apparent calmness, he’s still a fussing mess, trying his hardest to get the rest of her sketchbooks to safety, especially the one he saw her drawing in when he first arrived. It's already half full and with the way she was focussing on it earlier it must be one of importance.

 The book is barely an inch off the table when he hears a cry comes from opposite him.

 “No! Don’t touch that”.

 His head raises slightly to see Rapunzel with her arm stretched trying to grab the sketchbook off him, her cheeks now blooming red from anger. No, not anger but what he thinks is embarrassment.

 Eugene is really not the type of person to snoop and with Rapunzel only inches away he knows he really shouldn’t, but he can’t help his eyes from flickering down to the pages in front of him.

 He’s surprised when there is no more objection coming from Rapunzel as he flips through the rest of the pages.

 He’s even more surprised when he sees that the pages are full of him.

 His eyes find their way back to Rapunzel and catch the small shrug she gives in her defence.

 “I told you not to touch it.”

 And for once he’s really glad he didn’t listen.

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She Makes Me Sin - Chapter 10 (Role Reversal AU - Ben SoloxOC)

Warnings: Language, Violence, Dirty talk, Dom/Sub relationships

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Chapter 10

Cora’s P.O.V

The rest of our stay on Cantonica was a good one. No more disappointments. Ben and I had spent the rest of the stay together, it had been nice. Unfortunately, it was back to work and Snoke had plenty of jobs for me to do. I just wish he would let me lead a real mission for once. My knights and I could easily pull one off. It got boring on these ships. Being allowed to go to Cantonica felt like a blessing. Now I wanted more though. I wanted to see all those things he had promised me. In the meantime I had Ben to entertain me, he was getting a lot better in bed and I liked to give credit when it was due. He was starting to become more comfortable around me, more trusting. However, I would give him a true loyalty test soon enough.

Snoke summoned me to his throne room. I made sure to be there as soon as possible, kneeling before him in respect. I remained where I was, meeting his gaze. “There's been whispers of a Jedi temple on Shotem, I’m trusting you to do what needs to be done. Destroy it, do not fail me Cora. This is your first real mission and it could be your last if you fail,” Snoke explained. I did my best to not seem too happy and eager that he was finally giving me a real mission. “Of course, Supreme Leader. I won’t let you down, thank you,” I spoke. “And what of your Jedi guest? Has there been much progress?” “He trusts me, but he still needs that final push to our side.”

“Has he revealed any necessary information to you?” “No, not yet.” Snoke seemed irritated by this, sitting back in his throne, “then he does not trust you! I expected better from you, perhaps you’re not fit for this mission after all.” “No! I am, please let me prove myself to you. Once I return from my mission I will get all the information from him that I can, I promise.” “If you don’t, I will find punishments for the both of you.” “I understand Supreme Leader, I promise I will not fail you.” He dismissed me, and I quickly left the throne room. I had a mission to prepare for. This however did mean I would be away from Ben for a little while.

I’d need to find suitable protection. I had just the person, after all he was still so desperate to make it up to me. I headed to the bridge where I would find Hux likely barking orders at his staff or scaring the life out of some poor intern. If only they knew him like I did, he was just a puppy at heart. This time I found him lecturing one of the staff about their poor time keeping. I let him finish his shouting and finger wagging. The staff member hurried off to their post, giving Hux and I the privacy we needed. He relaxed a little when he saw me. “I’m ready to start forgiving you, providing you succeed at the job I’m about to give you,” I announced. “Name it.” “Don’t sound too eager, you don’t even know what it is yet.” “I told you I’d do anything.” I grinned wolfishly, “I know. I have to go away for a little while, a week at most.”

Hux frowned, “The Supreme Leader is allowing this?” “Yes, he is. It's about time, we both know that. Anyway, I’m only taking my knights with me and a small squad of troopers with me. Ben will remain here-“ “You can’t be serious.” I raised an eyebrow at him, giving him the warning look, “I’m very serious. I need someone to look after him for the week, make sure nobody tries to kill him in his sleep and make sure he remains fed.” “And what if someone decides to kill him anyway?” “Then you would have failed, and I’ll have your head,” I threatened, “it won’t be any fun having to replace the both of you.” “And you’ll forgive me if I look after him for you?”

I nodded. He would be partly forgiven anyway. The next part would be…pleasurable for the both of us. “Alright, I’ll do it,” Hux finally caved. “I knew you would. You don’t need to worry about him being a bother, he’ll likely stay in his room.” I kissed his cheek to sweeten the deal. He smiled at the gesture, completely smitten again. I let him get back to work, whilst I went to work on preparing for the mission. We’d need a fuck tonne of explosives that was for sure.

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We arrived on Shotem, a planet known for its mining of saber crystals. I wasn’t surprised a temple was here. I could already feel the pull of the force from it. It would help me to locate it quicker. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and focusing on the force. It’s a shame I didn’t have the power to crush the temple when I found it. It would take us at least another day to reach the location but that was okay. That gave me time to enjoy this freedom, explore this planet.

The long travel time to the temple wasn’t so bad, probably because I was so excited to be here. To finally be trusted. Hux had sent me updates on Ben, even though Ben himself was also sending me updates. I had yet to tell him where I had gone however. I knew if I did all my hard work would have been for nothing. I’d have to start all over again. And he was just beginning to fall for me. The signs were all there. The way he’d asked to hold my hand whilst we’d explored the town of Canto Bright, it had reminded me of the cute boy I’d met all those years ago. He’d seemed so sad when I’d told him I’d be away from him for the week, he’d even clung to me a little.

We talked every night through the force, it was helping making that bond stronger. We'd talked like this all the time when we were kids. Ben and I had always had a strong bond with each other. “Will you be back soon?” Ben asked. I smirked, he sounded so needy, “If all goes well I'll be back in two days. Do you miss me that much?” “There isn't much to do around here without you. All I have is my thoughts and that can be dangerous mistress.” “Is that so? I hope that hasn't led to any rule breaking.” “Not yet, but it's hard not to when I’m hard most of the time.”

That peaked my interest, “are you hard right now?” “Yes, its throbbing mistress.” “Oh, you poor thing I wish there was something I could do to help you. Perhaps I will tonight if you’re a good boy.” “Please mistress, you know I’m good I have yet to break any of your rules.” “I know and I’m so proud of you for that. I have to go pet, I'll talk to you later, I promise.” Bens force presence left, giving me room to think clearly. He was right about never breaking my rules, I had yet to punish him and that was so...boring.

Our ship landed that I could see the Jedi temple in the distance. I’d have the place searched first for anything useful. That ranged from people to artefacts. The troopers would remain outside whilst my knights and I went in. Then once the place was clear we could set the explosives. The group headed over to the building, the stormtroopers scouting the area for any hostiles. Once we’d been given the all clear my knights and I ascended the stone steps. I closed my eyes, using the force to search for any other force users in the area. Nothing. The place was clear of any life. Inside the temple was dusty, covered in cobwebs. It was obvious this one had been abandoned long ago.

The knights and I split up, searching the place for anything of use. I kept my guard up, whilst the place was clear of life that still didn’t mean there weren’t traps. I used my saber to light the way, hacking at a particularly large cobweb that was in the way. I continued exploring deeper into the temple. This one was small in comparison to the one I’d spent my childhood in. It didn’t even have a library. I’d been fascinated with Jedi and force history as a child, reading all there was to offer. Of course, Snoke had made me question what I had learnt from those books. He’d made me question everything and I was still waiting for some answers. The temple had nothing of value, this was going easier than expected. It almost felt too easy. This made me feel more paranoid, my guard up higher. I was not going to fuck this up.

We regrouped outside the temple, one of the knights handing me a fancy looking box. I opened it to find a leather-bound book. It must be important if it came in a box. Snoke would appreciate getting his hands on it. Perhaps it would get me more praise. I closed the lid of the box, keeping hold of it. I wasn’t letting it out of my sight. Now the place had been searched the stormtroopers began to place the explosives inside. Ten minutes and they exited the temple, making sure everyone was a safe distance back. I was handed the detonator. It was my mission, it was my job to do the honours. I didn’t hesitate, thumbing the button hard. There was a loud bang before the walls caved in on themselves, the structure crumbling to nothing but dust and rubble. The sight was a familiar one. It reminded me of the night I’d turned to the dark side. How I’d destroyed Luke's temple, my childhood home.

The only survivors had been Luke and Ben, the rest of the padawans had been slain by my hand. I still remember how good it felt to release all of my rage on them. That adrenaline, that raw power. I longed for that feeling again but Snoke wanted to keep me close to complete my training. All this bloody training, it made me question when I would be ready. I felt ready, but obviously Snoke knew best.

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thunderstruck | yang jeongin

yang jeongin x reader - highschool!au, badboy!au

genres; romance, fluff, slice of life

warnings; none

summary; in which you’re not afraid of the school’s resident bad boy, yang jeongin, but thunderstorms terrify you.

Unamused, that’s what you are. 

You remain thoroughly unamused as Yang Jeongin towers over your desk, his school blouse wholly unbuttoned, exposing the hideous graphic T-shirt within. You wonder why this delinquent even bothers coming to school if all he’s going to do is scare people into doing his homework for him. 

“No?” He asks, his voice soft, dangerous. 

“No,” you say, voice firm with conviction. Jeongin smirks, leaning his face closer to yours. 

“You’ve got guts.”

“I don’t have guts. I have common sense. Why would I let you copy the homework I toiled over for hours last night without you giving me anything in return? That’s not how business works, buddy,” you retort, patting his shoulder and leaning back in your chair. The whole class feels the tension rising up between you two like invisible tendrils of smoke. Some curse your stupidity for talking back to Yang Jeongin, but really you would respond in the same incredulous way if anyone had asked you to let them copy your homework. You might be a model student, but you’re certainly no pushover. 

“You’d better watch your back from now on,” he warns, pushing himself off your table. You can’t help but think of how cliche he sounds. Typical empty bad boy threat. He could have tried being a little more original, more intimidating.

“I’ll be waiting,” you call out, shaking your head and returning to your philosophy essay.

—

“Mrs Park, you asked to see me?”

“Ah, my dear Y/N, my model student! Come, have a seat.”

You do as you’re told, knowing that it won’t be long before Mrs Park drops some sort of bomb on you. Maybe you’ve failed the chemistry quiz last week. You know you should have studied harder but that darned philosophy essay—

“Am I in trouble?” You ask before you can let your thoughts run wild.

“No, of course not! You could never get in trouble,” Mrs Park peers at you through her glasses, smiling in a manner that makes you want to run from the room.

“I need a favour from you. The teachers and I are very impressed with your performance this year, so we’ve decided to get your help concerning… a particular, rather trying student. Would you be up for tutoring Yang Jeongin?”

For a moment you wish you had actually failed the quiz. That would have been much better news than this. 

“I’m sorry, Mrs Park, but I’ve got a lot on my plate. I recently took up the philosophy elective so I’ll have a lot of assignments coming up—,”

“Oh, don’t worry! I’ve already spoken to your philosophy teacher and he says he’d be more than happy to extend your deadlines and let you off early from class. Plus, we all have perfect faith in your ability to manage all your work. Just to add, I know you won’t need an incentive, but you’ll be getting extra credit for this in your appraisals. Which would look really good in your testimonials and portfolio!”

You know you don’t have a choice. Mrs Park is practically forcing you into a corner; you’d look like a total ingrate if you don’t take up this offer. Plus, the extra credit you would receive would make it all worth it.“Okay. I’ll do it.”

—

And that’s how you find yourself wasting your Friday afternoon away in an empty classroom, waiting for a certain someone to show up. 

At exactly 4.30, the door opens with a loud bang! and Yang Jeongin saunters in, a swagger in his walk that grates on your nerves. You’re surprised he actually arrived on time. Heck, you’re surprised he even showed up at all. He slides in the seat next to you, a cocky smirk on his lips. 

“I told you to watch your back,” Jeongin drawls, tossing his backpack carelessly onto the floor. 

You turn on him, incredulous. “You mean you planned this?”

“Not so smart for the class valedictorian, are you?”

It takes all your willpower not to smack him across the head. Then again, he’s probably gotten into enough fights to be able to block it. 

“Whatever. At least I’m getting extra credit for this. Hurry up and get out your math stuff. We’ll be doing integration.”Jeongin surprisingly complies. You expected him to fire back with another snarky retort. 

It turns out that the teacher isn’t kidding. Jeongin needs a ton of help. He can’t even tell the difference between integration and differentiation, for crying out loud. Over the course of the next few hours you teach him the basics. He isn’t particularly rebellious or obedient towards you, he just nods and does what he’s told, and if he gets a question right he whines for a break which you deny him immediately. 

“I’m sleeeeeepy,” Jeongin whines, putting his head on the table. You glance up at the clock and get up with a start. It’s already been three hours?

“Okay, fine. We’ve done enough anyway. Next week, here, same time. You’d better show up,” you say sternly, before gathering your books and walking out. Then you hear a voice call behind you. 

“Y/N,” Jeongin says, his face serious. You’d never seen him look so austere before. Then he holds up a thin piece of material in the shape of a square. Recognizing it, you instantly blanch and scurry over to him, your cheeks rapidly turning a deep shade of crimson. In your haste to get away from him, your pad had slipped out of your pocket, fallen to the floor and got picked up by Jeongin. 

“One of those days, huh? No wonder you’re so snappish,” Jeongin remarks, smirking as you snatch the pad away from him before getting the hell away from Yang Jeongin. 

—

A week later, you’re waiting for Jeongin to show up, wondering if he’s forgotten about the lesson. Then again, it might not be such a bad thing if he fails to show up. You can get so much done for yourself without him.

Fifteen minutes after your supposed meeting time and he’s still nowhere to be found. You sigh, taking out your laptop to continue working on your philosophy essay. 

Right at that moment, the door opens with a soft click and you lift your head. Jeongin walks in quietly, not even bothering to make eye contact with you. He trudges over to the seat next to you, pulls out the chair and slumps down into it.

“Well, aren’t you punctual,” you say sarcastically. Jeongin keeps quiet, head lowered, his chin nearly touching his chest. His stormy countenance is an anomaly; usually, he’s mischievous, loud and obnoxious, even flirtatious if he feels like it. However, today he exudes a gloomy aura that stumps you. 

“W-Well, get out the stuff I asked you to do for homework.”

He reaches for his backpack stonily and pulls out a few sheets of paper, tossing them onto the desk. You take them and begin to check his answers.You’re absolutely astonished. He’s managed to get every single question correct, and his conscientious working (in his own handwriting) proves that they aren’t flukes or lucky guesses. 

“Woah, this is… this is good. No mistakes. You did well, so stop looking so glum.”

That’s when Jeongin finally looks at you, and you’re taken aback by the ferocity of his gaze. 

“Why are you surprised that I did well? You didn’t expect me to be able to do it, did you?”

You narrow your eyes at him, wondering where this sudden bout of sensitivity is coming from.

“I mean, last week, you were pretty terrible. You couldn’t even tell the difference between differentiation and integration! So honestly, I didn’t expect you to get it all correct. But I’m impressed, really.”

Your response apparently displeases Jeongin, because he slams his hand on the desk, gets up from his seat and leans closer to you, towering over you. He keeps one hand on your desk and the other on your seat, practically trapping you within his arms. You look up at him, more puzzled and bewildered than afraid.

“You must think I’m a good-for-nothing, stupid delinquent, don’t you?” “Your words, not mine.”

He narrows his eyes at you, evidently not expecting such a defiant answer from you. “What?”

“If you think of yourself that way, then that’s what you are. My perception of you doesn’t matter, neither does anyone else’s. If you believe that you’re a hopeless delinquent, then you truly are one, and unfortunately I can’t help you with that.”

“You don’t have to help me if you don’t want to. The last thing I need is you looking down on me. I don’t need your pity.”

He expects you to launch into another tirade where you attempt to offer him your unwanted pearls of wisdom he clearly lacked, but instead you place a gentle hand on his arm and ask softly, “Yang Jeongin, did something happen? You’re not usually like this.”

The tenderness of your response throws him off and he recoils, clearly unsure of how to proceed. He was prepared for a fight, for a battle of heated confrontation, not for a counselling or heart-to-heart session with you.“You probably won’t want to talk to me, but I’m willing to listen if you need it,” you say, looking straight at him, a gentle look in your eyes.

“How come you’re not scared of me?” Jeongin asks, unable to come up with anything else, “How come… you’re so strange?” You shrug. “What’s there to be afraid of?”Jeongin stares at you for a moment. Simply stares, seemingly without intention to speak.

“Look, I can tell something’s bothering you. I think we should take today off because obviously we’re not going to get anything done. So, what’s the matter?”

Jeongin throws you a stony look before finally conceding.

“Coach threatened to kick me off the basketball team and replace me with freaking Kim Seungmin if I didn’t pull my grades up. Like, I know he gets good grades and all, but I bet he can’t even make half the number of hoops I can. And it’s not fair-- coach called me hopeless in front of the whole team just because I don’t do well for tests. What has my grades got to do with basketball, anyway? Just because I can’t study doesn’t mean he has the right to look down on me like that.”

You’re shocked. You would never have expected Yang Jeongin, with his exterior of toughness and steel, to be so tender-hearted within. The way he’s pouting obstinately right now reminds you of a five-year-old who got his candy taken away from him. You suppress the urge to pat him on the head in an attempt to be comforting.

“Your coach sounds like a jerk,” you say, and at this Jeongin’s left lip cocks upwards slightly. “But I’d be a hypocrite if I tell you I didn’t think of you like that before.” 

Jeongin looks up at you, hurt flashing across his eyes. 

“I did think that you were a delinquent, to be honest. I mean, you literally asked to copy my answers to our homework. Not exactly the best impression right there, you gotta admit. But after seeing this, how you got everything correct— you have so much potential, Jeongin. You’re definitely not dumb, useless or hopeless. When I started learning this topic I couldn’t even get everything correct like you. If you tried I bet you could do really well.” 

Jeongin stays quiet for a while, processing your words. 

“And, well, you kind of have no choice now but to buck up. I know how much you love basketball. There’s no way you’d let Kim Seungmin take over your spot.” Jeongin finally looks up at you. 

“You really think I can do it?”

“Yeah, sure. I mean, you’ve already got yourself an amazing tutor. What more can’t you achieve?” You suppress a smile as Jeongin judges your elbow in protest, a grin spreading across his cheeks. 

“You just need to start believing in yourself, buddy. If you don’t, then why should I?” 

—

You never thought that your words would have such an effect on Jeongin, but apparently they did, and he begins to actually put effort into his studies, something he’s never done before. 

He scores well on pop quizzes and common tests, shocking the teachers and especially his coach, who decides to keep him on the team after all. 

“This is good,” you say, looking at his perfect score on the most recent quiz. “You’re doing so well! Keep this up and I’m going to lose my title of class valedictorian,” you say jokingly, feeling genuinely happy for Jeongin. 

Within the span of time you’d spent tutoring him, you learned that he was actually rather diligent and really did try his best, and he had a quick ear and sharp wits. He picked up the foundation quickly, and soon moved on to solving advanced problems with a strong sense of mental agility that definitely proved his intelligence.

“Yeah, you’d better watch out. You wouldn’t want me as your rival,” he says, smiling.You simply smirk and turn your head to look out the window at the dark clouds quickly taking over the sky. The premonition of a brewing storm. 

“Maybe I should give you today off,” you say to Jeongin, still looking out the window. 

“What? No way. Are you actually afraid that I’ll overtake you in class ranking?” Jeongin teases, poking your cheek with his finger. 

“What? No! Fine, forget I asked. I was just trying to be kind. Let’s continue then,” you stutter, trying to hide your blush that blossomed from the fact that Yang Jeongin just touched your cheek. 

Over the next fifteen minutes, the sky turns into a massive grey-black expanse and you feel yourself getting tenser with every minute. 

“Hey, what’s up? If you continue holding your pen like that your knuckles are gonna break,” Jeongin jokes, tapping your fist with his pencil. 

“Shut up,” you say, and right at that moment an electric bolt of lightning shoots across the sky, just before an ear-splitting peal of thunder rocks the classroom. You squeal and clamp your hands over your ears, dropping your pen onto the floor with a loud clang! 

Jeongin stares at your cowered form in disbelief, unsure how to react. “So you’re not afraid of me but you’re afraid of thunder? Really Y/N?” He says, and you expect him to go off in a fit of raucous laughter at your unexpected fear. 

However, another loud clash of thunder reverberates throughout the tiny classroom before he has a chance to mock you, and you bury your head into your hands and slump down onto the desk, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat. 

How this fear developed, you have no idea. You just weren’t a fan of loud and sudden noises, and you hate the mini heart attack that occurs whenever you hear the sound of thunder. You had no idea how people could just carry on and act like nothing happened each time thunder struck. 

Jeongin looks at you for a moment, incredulous, but also finding the sight of you cowering on your rather endearing, as strange as it sounds. He thought you were fearless, what with the way you skillfully shut down his attempts to threaten you, something no one had ever done to him before. Turns out you had something you were afraid of as well. He smiles slightly. 

Seeing as you aren’t about to get up anytime soon, he inches closer to you, practically closing the distance between you two. You don’t notice this with your head buried between your arms. And then he proceeds to put his hands over your ears, drawing you close to him. 

Your heartbeat, which had finally begun to slow down a little, picks up again, this time faster than before. You two stay like that for a while, with his hands over your ears, your back against his chest as he shelters you with his body. 

Though you would never admit it, you felt safe in his half-embrace. Funny how Yang Jeongin, self-proclaimed gangster-in-training, had the ability to make you feel safe. 

“You okay now?” He asks as you slowly remove your hands from your ears. “Y-Yeah, thanks.”He stares at you for a moment before breaking out into a smirk. 

“You’re adorable.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “What was that, Yang Jeongin? I am many things. I am fierce, intelligent, charismatic. But I am not adorable.”

Jeongin taps your nose with his pencil. “So adorable. But also pretty stupid.”

“You’re really calling your tutor stupid, Yang Jeongin? You’re treading on dangerous waters here—,” “You’re stupid for not being able to see how much I like you, idiot.”You do a double take, your eyes widening to the size of saucers. 

“Y-You like me?”

“How could I not like the girl who turned me into a math genius? Or rather, how could I not like the girl who believed in me, unlocked my potential and showed me that I wasn’t useless and dumb after all? You really can’t expect me not to fall for you, can you?”

Your head swirls with Jeongin’s unexpected confession, unsure of how to react. 

“Let me return the favour. I can protect you from thunderstorms,” Jeongin says, tilting your chin upwards to look directly into his eyes. 

You look at Yang Jeongin, the boy who intruded into your life, and you wonder how you managed to grow so fond of him in the past couple of months. You couldn’t even stand being in his presence just a while ago. Maybe you should give this a try, let him hug you close and cover your ears during thunderstorms, and most importantly, open up your heart to him.

“Okay, I’ll let you,” you say, breaking out into a huge grin, just as a rainbow emerges from behind the dark clouds, creating a beautiful spectacle, marking the start of something new. 

a/n; badboy jeongin is such a concept smh;;;  im hardly satisfied w this but i rlly wanted to put smth out!!! idk why but i always take sooo long to write and i’m rlly bad at coming up w ideas eesh... but anyway happy 2019 everyone!! i’m rlly excited for my next story can y'all guess which member it is hehe

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfiction #yang jeongin #yang jeongin fanfiction #stray kids #stray kids i.n

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @otpsfloat!

This was a blast to write, I really hope you love it as much as I loved writing it for you! I tried t make it light, fun and silly because it's how Christmas is supposed to be ♥

Read on AO3

*****

More than words can say

When Stiles was 8, he met a very scary werewolf.

He was at Cora’s birthday party, along with other kids from their same grade at school. Cora’s elder sister, a werewolf named Laura, had been kind to them, hugging each kid gently at their arrival.

But Cora’s older brother scared the poop out of him. Derek was dressed in black, from head to toe, and his pale face was blank while he stared at the kids playing on his backyard.

For a few hours, Stiles forgot about him. However, at some moment, Stiles went in searching for a bathroom. His mom and dad were telling Mrs. Hale a funny story and Stiles didn’t want to bother them.

After finishing his business in the bathroom, Stiles heard the low humming of a different music playing, coming from upstairs. He had never heard anything like it before.

Curious to a fault, Stiles followed the song and found a door ajar at the end of the corridor.

He looked through the gap and froze. Sitting on the floor by the end of the bed, surrounded by art supplies, was Derek The Scary Werewolf.

But - he didn’t look so threatening anymore, because there was a small smile on his lips and a serene expression on his usually blank face.

Stiles must have made some noise, because Derek stopped doing whatever he was doing and looked straight at him, his face carefully devoid of any expression again.

Stiles hesitated and then as if he was entering a dragon’s lair, he stepped inside the room, walked a few steps, and promptly fell by Derek’s side. He peered over a very stiff shoulder and gasped.

On the page Derek was holding, there was a perfect copy of the house and the forest outside. It was very beautiful.

He probably said it out loud, because Derek snorted and said. “I am glad you like it. It’s not finished though.

Stiles nodded, distracted, but couldn’t stop staring at the picture. After a few minutes, when it became clear that Stiles wasn't planning on leaving, Derek asked hesitantly “Tired of the party?”

Stiles glanced at him and looked down at his hands. “I just”  - don’t like being treated as a joke - “don’t have many friends here.”

Derek nodded, considering his next words. “Would you like me to draw something for you? You could paint it here, with me”.

“YES!” Was Stiles eager response. Derek seemed surprised by his reaction, but then he got a new page and asked: “What do you want to paint?”

Stiles considered it for a second, then “A unicorn!” Derek made an unhappy face but complied.

Sometime later, his mom and Mrs. Talia showed up at the door. “Stiles, are you bothering Derek?” Said his mom reprovingly. Before he could say anything, Derek shook his head. “He is fine, Mrs. Stilinski. He is fun.”

Stiles felt happy all of a sudden. Painting by Derek’s side, listening to the music playing on his radio, was strangely soothing. He proudly showed his mom his paint. “Look what we did!”.

His mom looked at the page, which was a catastrophe of shapes and colors, smiled a fond smile at him. “It’s beautiful honey”, she said while Mrs. Hale laughed softly at the door. “We will hang on the fridge when we get home, ok?” Stiles nodded, content.

Before they left, Mrs. Hale said to Derek “We will be cutting the birthday cake soon. Bring Stiles, ok?”. Derek assented.

After a few minutes, Derek let go of his paper and pencil and stretched. “We should go back”, he said. Stiles felt strangely sad at the words as if it meant no more painting with Derek.

As if sensing the change in the mood, Derek continued “We can sing the birthday song, eat and then come back here. I can maybe draw something else for you -”

“Like a dragon?” Stiles gasped, the heavy feeling leaving his chest. Only unicorns were better than dragons, everyone knew that.

Derek looked surprised, opening and closing his mouth a few times, then he shrugged. “I can try”.

Stiles smiled a crazy smile, all white teeth. He couldn’t help it, he was so, so happy. Aside from his mom and dad, nobody had been this nice to him before. Derek looked at him with uncertainty for a moment, then got up and extended a hand towards him. “Come on”.

Stiles followed him out of the bedroom, and glanced at the mirror on the corridor wall, surprising himself by the yellow color fading from his eyes. He blinked, and it was gone.

_______________

After that, it became a common thing to see Stiles exploring the Hale house, usually after a very moody teenager. Even though Stiles always said to his dad that he was going to spend time with Cora, and there was a four-year gap between Derek and Stiles, everyone knew the truth.

Everyone but Stiles recognized the way that Derek attracted Stiles like a mock to a flame.

In one of those days, while all the Hales and the Stilinskis enjoyed a warm afternoon at the pond behind the property, Stiles sat at the dock in a way he almost never did, still and focused as if his life depended on it. And maybe it did.

His eyes were drawn to the careful way that Derek applied black polish nail to his toes. Even in this weather, Derek wore a large black t-shirt with ripped sleeves over his swim truck.

“Is it cool to use a polish nail?” Why was he asking this, of course, it was cool. Derek was doing it, wasn’t he?

He perked up at the barest hint of a smile on Derek’s pierced lip. The werewolf looked at him through his long bangs. “Do you want me to do your nails too?”

Stiles could barely contain the surge of energy at the proposal. “YES!”

All eyes glanced at them, them away, exasperated and fond. But the boys didn’t notice it.

Derek started with his bitten fingernails, and Stiles chatted animatedly about the color, and how he was a cool kid now, and how he was going to impress everyone at school on Monday.

Through all his rant, Derek worked diligently. He was the only person who never told Stiles to shut up. Not even Scott had that much patience. It warmed Stiles heart in ways he couldn’t explain yet.

_______________

Stiles was walking back from summer school when he saw a particularly dark head enter the ice cream shop. It was easy to spot Derek among every other BH citizen: his dark clothes, ripped jeans, band t-shirts, the side bangs… it all made a very compelling image. If it was on anyone else Stiles was sure the look would be ridiculous, but he suspected Derek could walk around in a dinosaur costume and still be cool as fuck.

Stiles followed him to the shop without thinking twice and was greeted with the sight of Derek sitting at a table, holding one cone of Chocolate and another one of assorted flavors for Stiles.

He immediately hurried and got hold of his delicious ice cream, sitting across from Derek. “How did you know I was coming?” Stiles asked while licking his dessert.

“I heard your heartbeat”, Derek says, shrugging. “You are not exactly quiet, pup”.

Of course, he chose the bitterest of all flavors, a chocolate so dark it didn’t even reflect the light anymore. It was devoid of any soul, just like Derek tried to pretend he was. Stiles rolled his eyes, praying for patience, then flourished his right hand. In a second, the flavor turned pink and full of different toppings.

Being a spark had its advantages sometimes.

Derek eyed his new ice cream with a resigned expression on his face, the barest hints of a pout on his lips, and Stiles could not hold back anymore, busting out a loud laugh and scaring the other customers.

“You look ridiculous holding it”, he exclaimed, giggling like a child, which he was not anymore. He was sixteen, ok? He tried to get a hold of himself, saying “You don’t have to eat it. Here” he extended his hands to grab the desert, planning on buying something else for Derek as an apology for the prank, but Derek leaned away. Without missing a beat, Derek started tasting his bright monstrosity of ice cream, eyeing Stiles the whole time with a challenge in his eyes.

Stiles gasped.

Derek smirked, the asshole. “It’s good”, he said, as if he hasn’t blown Stiles’ mind by eating the strawberry ice cream.

Swallowing, Stiles said with as much nonchalance he could muster “Your welcome.”

When they finished their deserts, Derek asked “Are you free this afternoon? Or do you have homework”

Stiles thought about it for a second, about how fortunate it was that Derek was back from college for summer vacation and how much Stiles missed him while he was away, then smiled a huge smile. “Why? Do you want to spend time with your best friend, aka Moi, the greatest person you ever met?”

Derek rolled his eyes, standing and offering a hand to Stiles. “Yes, oh great one. Want to play video games?”

Stiles' heart skipped a beat, he was so happy and couldn’t explain why. This was just the usual. But when he took hold of Derek’s hand and got up, nodding excitedly, he knew that there was no one else he would rather spend his day with.

_______________

Stiles was nervous, ok? Dying from it. Just eyeing the phone got his heart beating madly in his chest. But he sucked up and dialed the number.

“Hey pup, what’s up?” Derek’s voice came all calm and quiet, and Stiles almost died from nerves.

“Der? I - “ he stopped.

Derek waited, not mentioning how late it was, not saying anything, and that gave the courage Stiles needed to carry on. “I go to college next week, you know?”

“I know”, murmured Derek.

“And I was wondering, you know if you could give-me-a-tattoo-as-a-birthday-present?” He shrieked.

“Uh - What?”

Stiles sighed. “I want a tattoo Der. As an acceptance present.” He repeated, defeated already. There was no way Derek would accept it.

“You was accepted two months ago”, is what the asshole says.

“Then it just means that this present is long overdue, don’t you think?” Stiles said rudely and cringed, but Derek somehow knew it was just the nerves talking.

“I take the Sheriff doesn’t know, or you wouldn’t be calling me at this hour.”

“I am 18! I can make my own decisions!” Stiles paced back and forth around his childhood bedroom, biting his nails and staring at his Star Wars and Star Trek posters.

“He will kill me,” Derek murmured on the line then said louder “Meet me at the parlor in half an hour.” Then hang up.

Stiles made there in fifteen minutes and waited for Derek on the sidewalk.

Derek arrived fully clothed in a tight Pink Floyd t-shirt and light jeans, his hair pulled into a messed knot on his head, and his own tattoos showing up on his forearms. Stiles knew there were more hidden by his clothes.

They entered Derek’s tattoo parlor, the one he worked along Laura, Erika, Boyd, and Isaac, though at this time of the night it was empty. Stiles was glad for it.

Derek took him all the way to the back, to the place Stiles helped him decorate to be his own room, and motioned for Stiles to sit on the tattoo chair while he walked around, preparing his supplies. They didn’t breathe a word to each other since the phone call, and Stiles was beginning to get overtaken by his fears. Was Derek mad at him?

“Are you mad at me”, he blurted.

Derek paused, and walked over to him, putting a hand on his neck. “Of course not. Are you sure of this, Stiles?”

Stiles nodded. “You know I am.”

A single eyebrow rose, and Derek touched their foreheads, some of his stray bangs tickling Stiles’s skin. “Do I?” He smiled, and it made his piercing move, attracting Stiles’ attention to it for a second.

Stiles could smell him, and it grounded his nerves. “You also know what tattoo I want.”

That made Derek pause again, and he leaned away enough to look Stiles in the eye. Directly into his glowing yellow eyes.

He nodded once, standing up to grab his supplies and the draw of the moon cycle he had made for Stiles a couple months ago, and that Stiles promptly framed and brought back to put on the wall of the newly renovated room. For good luck , he had said with a wink.

“Where do you want it?” Derek asked.

“Here” Stiles opened the buttons of his flannel shirt and turning on his back. Derek would know what to do. And he did, after reverently touching the smooth skin of Stiles’s back.

After a while, Stiles noticed the lack of pain and a quick glance told him that Derek was using the hand steadying him to pull his pain. “Do you do this to all of your customers?” He asked, strangely invested in the answer.

Derek snorted. “What do you think? Do you often see me pulling pain from other people?” He shook his head. “There is no way I would do it. If they want to tattoo themselves so badly, that comes with the pain as well”.

Stiles didn’t know what to make of that information. “So I am special?” he murmured, staring at the black lines on Derek’s forearms.

“You know you are” Derek answered honestly. Stiles reached out and put his hands on Derek’s tight, silently conveying the gratitude he couldn’t put into words.

_______________

College was hell. Junior year was more than Hell, it was the devil incarnate himself.

Stiles came home for Christmas break with a battered soul and mind. He would have to sleep for centuries just to recover the past weeks.

Of course, that was not how real life worked. He arrived just in time to sleep and spend some time with his parents, and then the next day was the Christmas party at the Hale’s. It was tradition , and he wanted to see Derek so fucking badly. They didn’t talk as often as he would like, and he knew it was his own schedule’s fault.

He knew the tattoo parlor was going great, and that Derek had a road trip with Laura and Cora during summer, all through the girl’s social media. It was maddening.

So he wasn’t surprised when he arrived and saw that Derek had got a haircut. But he was mad for not having seen it sooner. His hair was now cut short on the side and styled at the top.

After giving his greetings to all the others (having received a huge hug from the Hale matriarch), he left his own parents talking with Derek’s dad on the highly decorated living room and followed the noise to the backyard. The scenery was breathtaking, with hanging lights all around, and tables decorated with flowers and small Christmas trees.

He found the werewolf close to the table with all the drinks, listening to an animatedly Laura and Isaac talk his ear off with God knows what this time. Derek must have heard him approach, because he suddenly got another cup, pouring a weird looking juice inside, gave Laura a kiss on the cheek, and met Stiles halfway.

He gave Stiles the drink as a greeting and smiled expectantly at him.

Stiles smiled back, sipping carefully at the drink. He immediately reared back, because that - it was alcohol! On Christmas! Hell Yeah! He sipped again, glancing at Derek. “My dad will kill you. Nice knowing you, Der.”

“Ha ha”, Derek rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t there for your booze birthday, so we are celebrating it properly today.”

“On Christmas' Eve”, Stiles exclaimed, trying for horrified but smiling too much for it.

“When else?” Derek put an arm over his shoulders and kissed the side of his head. “Welcome back, pup.”

The rest of the night was a blur. Maybe at some time, he got so drunk he thought it was funny to change Derek’s shirt to a Christmas sweater, and instead of the usual cute Santa Claus’ reindeers, they were zombies! It was awesome, especially the way the sweater hugged Derek’s torso. He might have said that out loud too.

The morning after though, not so much. His head hurt as if someone was beating a sledgehammer against it, and Stiles hated it.

“I hate it”, he said to no one in particular.

“I can see it”, Derek answered, and Stiles almost died from a fucking heart attack. “What. The. Fuck.” Stiles said, grabbing his chest to calm his crazy heart. He recognized this room. They were in Derek’s apartment, close to the preserve and to the Hale house.

Derek just smiled indulgently to him from the door. “I figured you must be hungry”. He carried a tray with breakfast, which he deposited by Stiles’ side and sat on the bed too. “I brought you here last night because it was faster, and I was kind of too drunk to drive to your house. Your parents had left too early last night. Or maybe not so early. I don’t know. We drank way too much.”

With a headache still going strong, Stiles stared through narrowed eyes at his messed hair, gray sleeveless shirt, his tattooed arms and pierced lips, and dark boxer briefs. Derek’s eyes still had the smudge of the eyeliner he had used last night, and his nails were still painted black, as always.

Stiles had never loved something as much as he loved Derek right now.

So he didn’t question it, couldn’t have stopped it if he wanted to. He just leaned forward and brushed his lips on Derek’s for a second. From this close, he could count the long eyelashes on Derek’s eyes, and he knew his own must be glowing yellow, the way they always did for Derek, and only with him.

“I missed you a fucking ton”, Stiles said, putting some space between them. “You wanted me here too, right?”

That was why he brought Stiles to his den, instead of letting him stay at the Hale house. His parents had a lot of rooms for guests up there. But no, Derek kept him close and made him breakfast. And Stiles never wanted to leave this bed. Never ever.

Derek didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. He just chased Stiles’ mouth with his own.

FIM.

#otpsfloat #stereksanta18 #*fic18 #*gifts18

[imagineproduce101]

Jung Sewoon Mafia AU

tysm to  @ohkaypopthis as usual coming thru with the amazing a1 plot ideas wow what a legend

*the actual fic is under the read more bc it’s long as hell and i’m not tryna spam people on any of the tags yikes

you gasped, trying to catch your breath momentarily before hurtling yourself off of the building’s roof, landing hard in an open garbage dumpster, the bags just barely breaking your fall

“(y/n)-ssi,” jung sewoon, a high-up member of the 101, your own group’s absolute rival, called from the top of the building, staring down at you with cold brown eyes, “i just want to talk with you, i’m not going to hurt you.”

“bullshit,” you muttered, clambering out of the dumpster

you hadn’t trust jung sewoon’s charming voice and easy smiles when he’d first approached you inside the convenience store where you worked part-time, and you still didn’t trust him now

“(y/n), this is your last warning,” sewoon’s velvety voice said, a tinge of something much harsher in it, “stop running away and talk with me. i can get you out of SVT.”

you just groaned and hopped down from the dumpster, wincing in pain

your body already hurt, and so all the physical activity wasn’t really helping matters

“Fine.”

you glanced up in shock at the total 180 sewoon’s voice had taken, hard, steely and calculated

“taehyun, go.”

there was a loud bang, and you let out a scream as something grazed your arm, adrenaline immediately thrumming through your body

“you fucking shot me?” you yelled furiously, feeling your head start to spin

“I told you, that was your last warning.”

the last thing you heard before you blacked out was that voice, gripping your consciousness with a cold iron grasp

the first thing that you noticed when you finally came to was how fuzzy your head and mouth seemed

“how are you feeling?

that familiar velvety voice pierced through the hazy fog in your mind, and your eyes fluttered open

you were in a hospital room, a few men staring at you

one of them was obviously a doctor, and one of them was jung sewoon

“you just can’t leave me alone, can you?” you managed to croak out despite your incredibly dry throat

sewoon just chuckled and handed you a water bottle after opening it swiftly

“we have a proposal for you.”

you eyed sewoon suspiciously after you’d taken a few sips

“who exactly is ‘we’ and what kind of proposal are we talking?”

sewoon sighed, glancing at the doctor, who frowned

“fine, i’ll take the hint,” the doctor grumbled, shuffling out of the room

“thanks, gunhee,” the other guy accompanying sewoon chirped, before bursting out into giggles

sewoon just sighed and grabbed a folder, handing it over to you

“i can’t move my right arm, dumbass,” you snapped, glaring at the reason why your arm was covered in bandages

sewoon just smiled at you and opened the folder, showing you the files inside

it was full of intel on you-- your family, how SVT had blackmailed you into joining and how you struggled to even barely support your family

“(y/n), you need help,” sewoon said firmly, levelling you with a stare

you looked back at him defiantly, not wanting to admit that yes, you did need something, anything, to get out of SVT

“SVT uses you as a pawn, nothing more,” sewoon continued, pulling up a chair next to your bed

you tried to ignore the heat that was taking over your cheeks, glancing down at the papers in sewoon’s hand to avoid his intense stare

“the 101 can help you, (y/n),” sewoon continued, “we’ve seen your abilities so far-- your talents are wasted on these low-level missions that SVT has been assigning you, and they’re far too risky for you.”

“so what are you proposing, mr. confident?” you retorted

sewoon leaned back in his chair, satisfied knowing that he’d already won half the battle

“stay in SVT for now,” he said, “i’ll check in with you frequently, and you’ll inform us about what jobs they are taking on, their focuses and such. when the time is right, we’ll transfer you to a 101 division that keeps you out of the path with SVT. we’ll also have a few members watch your family, keeping tabs and making sure that they’re safe.”

you considered his proposal, flipping through the papers that sewoon had handed you

it was an enticing proposal, but in all honesty, you were scared, not for yourself, but for your family

“(y/n), I’m fairly powerful in the 101,” sewoon’s velvety voice interrupted your musing, “I can arrange for some our best members to watch your family. they’ll be safe.”

you looked up at him sharply, a bit perturbed by how well he was able to tell what you were thinking 

“fine,” you nodded, handing the papers back to sewoon, “let’s do this.”

working with sewoon wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be

you were definitely nervous about being caught, but sewoon only checked in with you once every two weeks, and was cautious about it

other than that, you continued on your usual svt tasks, while collecting information about jobs, new recruits and plans to sewoon, who passed it on to the other members of the 101

the check-ins became somewhat of a welcome routine 

sewoon would always ask how you were doing, and bring you your favorite ice-cream if he knew you were having a particularly bad week

the two of you developed something akin to a friendship, the two of you sitting at your dining room table, chatting about whatever

it was during those late nights that you started noticing just how charming sewoon’s smile was, and just how soothing his presence was

you didn’t want to admit it, to yourself or to anyone else, but you were slowly falling for sewoon

you knew it was a dangerous path to go down, especially since you weren’t completely free from svt 

however, you did your best to ignore your feelings and focus on the job instead

one night, you received a rather cryptic text message, asking you to sneak into seungcheol’s office and to steal a flashdrive

you were able to deduce that it was sewoon, and you quickly mapped out your plan in your mind

as quietly as you could, you snuck into seungcheol’s office, carefully easing the door open

you knew exactly where the flashdrive would be-- in the second drawer of his desk

stealthily, you made your way to the desk, taking extra care to slowly open the drawer

“well, well, well, (y/n).”

you whirled around as the lights flickered on, revealing seungcheol standing in the doorway to his office, a raised handgun pointing at you

“s-seungcheol-ssi,” you managed to stammer out, hand instantly going to where you kept your own gun

“don’t even try,” your boss replied, lip curling up in disdain

he gestured, and two other members of svt appeared behind him, one of them roughly grabbing your wrists and tying them up with a thick piece of rope

you struggled momentarily, panicking at the thought of what might happen, but you were restrained before you were really able to resist

a blindfold was pulled over your eyes, and you felt something-- possibly duck tape-- being wrapped around your ankles

someone picked you up unceremoniously, prompting another wave of muffled screeches and squirming about

“now, now, (y/n), hold still,” you heard seungcheol croon, before someone petted your hair gently, “after all, we have a certain ritual for those who betray us, don’t we?”

you squirmed even more at that, knowing exactly what that ritual entailed, and it wasn’t pretty

you felt yourself being set down on another seat, presumably in a car, if the sounds and smells were any indicator

as you tried to get your hands free, a thought passed through your mind-- what if this was the night that you died?

“head for the pier, mingyu, the pier,” you heard seungcheol growl from next to you

the command made you think of something--your cellphone

in a stroke of laziness, you’d programmed it to respond when you said “hey, phone”, and then you’d be able to ask it to do whatever you wanted

“hey, phone,” you blurted out, smiling when you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket

“what was that?” seungcheol snapped

“I said, you should call jung sewoon. this is his mess, not mine,” you replied, hoping that your phone picked up the “call jung sewoon”

sure enough, your phone vibrated again, followed by a second vibration to signify that he’d picked up

“like hell I’m calling jung sewoon, what am I, an idiot?” seungcheol growled out

“I dunno, Seungcheol,” you said, thinking quickly, “you said you were taking me to the pier, right? Hasn’t the 101 beat you in a shoot-out there before? It’s like, 101 turf now, so won’t you be starting shit?”

“Shut up, (y/n)’

you fell silent again, hoping that sewoon had gotten the message-- and that he even cared enough to do anything about it

a few minutes passed, and the initial nervousness of the whole situation turned into a weird passive panicking emotion that you were unfamiliar with

when you felt the car stop, you felt your heart race a bit more, knowing what was to come

maybe this really was the end, you thought to yourself

in one swift motion, seungcheol yanked the blindfold off of you, and you blinked your eyes a few times to get accustomed to the bright light

“get out of the car,” seungcheol said roughly, yanking you up

you stumbled to follow him, barely able to walk due to the restraints on your feet

“see this?” seungcheol asked, shoving you forward over the edge of the pier, so that all that was keeping you from falling was his tight grip on your shoulders, “this is where the rats who don’t understand loyalty end up. like you.”

“choi seungcheol,” you heard a cold, steely, familiar voice 

both you and seungcheol turned around at the same time, and you gasped, meeting the gaze of those familiar cold brown eyes

sewoon stood at the beginning of the pier, a few others from the 101 flanking him

“give (y/n) up, and we can settle a deal,” sewoon said sternly, eyes darting from you to seungcheol and back

seungcheol smirked at sewoon and the others from the 101, tilting his head back slightly

you felt your heart race even faster, recognizing the sinister, pure evil expression on his face

“jung sewoon, did you really think that you would get the best of me?”

“let (y/n) go, you bastard,” sewoon growled, lunging forward

in one swift motion, seungcheol shoved you over the side of the pier, and you screamed in horror as the icy cold water hit you

I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die, was all that you could think as you thrashed around in the cold water, feeling your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen

then suddenly, there was warmth against your neck, your back as you were yanked upwards, and oxygen flooded your lungs again as you gasped for breath

“(y/n)!” sewoon’s rough voice entered your ear, harried and panicked. “are you okay?”

his hands quickly went to undo your gag before undoing your hands and feet, allowing you to tread water

you were exhausted, and it took all your energy just to cling to sewoon as he began swimming towards the shore

the exhaustion from the night made you hazy as sewoon helped you stumble onto shore, weighed down by your wet clothes

“they ran off when they saw we had backups, boss,” another member of the 101 ran up to you and sewoon, panting heavily 

sewoon nodded, accepting the large jacket from him and draping it over your shoulders

you were trembling, your teeth chattering from the cold of the frigid water

“(y/n), are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice now a warm, soothing tone

his eyes pierced into yours, a much softer coffee now

you nodded mutely, tears pricking at your eyes as the memories of the night rushed back to you

sewoon stared at you for a moment before pulling you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you

you rested your head on his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he rubbed your back comfortingly

“(y/n), i’m so, so sorry about tonight,” he said quietly, his voice a quiet rumble, “i didn’t think about the implications of that flashdrive, and if i could go back in time and change my decision, i would. i care about you so much, and i’m sorry to have put you in harms’ way.”

you felt him press a tentative kiss to the top of your head, drawing the dry jacket closer around your shoulders

you pulled away from him, hastily wiping your tears before looking up at the taller man

you’d always been one for impulsive decisions, and this certainly wasn’t an exception, you thought to yourself as you leaned up to kiss sewoon on the lips

he gently brought a hand to your waist, holding you closely, as though he was afraid of breaking you

and as the two of you stood there, freezing cold from the icy water, you felt a new kind of warmth spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes

if this wasn’t cohesive/didn’t flow well, it’s because it didn’t; i wrote it in like three different chunks over a four month period yiiiikes

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[ion0ra]

Story Time

So, as a lot of you who've ever seen my family posts will understand, they're pretty messed up. Like, there's lighter things from just bad jokes, to things like full-on bigotry and abuse.

I wanna lay it all out, because I was thinking about it and wanted to get it off my chest.

So, there are 3 kinds of messed up with my parents, all their own special brew of abusive and neglectful.

So, you have my mother. She seems like a typical Southern mom on the surface. You can see her at church. At Wal-Mart. Dresses kinda trashy. Big & loud hair, and bad teeth. But if you knew her for longer than a week, you started to get this vibe from her you couldn't quite put your finger on until you REALLY knew her.

She's one of the few people I genuinely hate in this world. Growing up, she called me names (to my face) like "fat," "stupid," and other such names, and constantly verbally demeaned, bullied, and abused me (she'd constantly "joke" about things she disapproved of, sometimes even so far as to physically do things to me I'd rather not discuss publicly; she'd withhold information from me constantly, the list goes on. When my parents were talking about getting divorced, she took me to the Taco Bueno/Raising Cane's parking lot shortly after my birthday and told me and made me choose right then and there who I wanted to live with (which is a whole other emotional experience.)) She'd do things from her "jokes," to the "punishment" she came up with where every time I said something she didn't like, she'd slap my face.

Point blank. Didn't matter where or when it was, she did it. More often than not, it was whenever she felt like.

And then there was the privacy invasions. At first, it seemed logical (for someone who's grown up like that) that she saw everything. All my game accounts were linked to hers, and she knew my school-assigned email address (they used it to help teach us about "the real world".) I wasn't allowed to have a phone until age 13, which she could go through any time she wanted.

She'd punish me for whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, however she wanted. One summer (and this was in Texas, in an area where it gets particularly hot/humid) she locked me out of the house all day (from 9 until about 6 or 7 at night, whenever she decided to get back,) and told me I wasn't allowed back inside (she would contest that because she only forbade me from entering, and told my older sister and two stepsisters I was allowed exactly 1 five-minute bathroom break all day and to tie me down outside if I needed to be, that she "technically" didn't lock me out) until she got back. I wasn't allowed any food, and had to drink from a dirty ass hose. I wasn't allowed to accept help from anyone, and my sisters weren't allowed to take food outside to me. She got home that evening and made me go straight to bed, then said I "hadn't learned anything" and made me do it all over again. I literally went 48 straight hours without food during that time.

The thing she was "punishing" me for? My dog had decided it wanted to lay down while I was taking it for a walk and got his belly a little red and some dirt on it.

Point is, knowing my mother, she was out-right abusive. Case #1 for abusive parents. From her, trust issues and paranoia got amplified, but those are whole other stories.

My dad and stepmom, on the other hand, were more into the manipulative side of things (my dad resorting to getting physical "if need be.")

My dad looks like a quirky guy on the outside. Tall, bald, tattooed. If you meshed with him, you'd get along swimmingly. Otherwise, you were me.

At first, I didn't notice his bigotry (I mean how could I? I was basically a smaller version of him, but not quite.) It wasn't until I'd gotten on Tumblr (about 2010 ish was when I first got on? If I remember correctly) and started questioning basically everything about myself when I started recognizing the subtler things, and it was definitely apparent when my older sister moved in with us.

At the time, she'd left my mom's house (because she'd gotten to her, too) and I was about 14-15. I found out before my parents did that she was actually transgender (and went by he/him pronouns, had a support group, etc.) I was like "oh cool I've always wanted an older brother" but the condition was I not tell my parents until it had already been brought up.

Now... Especially with my dad, he'll say he'll support someone he cares about unconditionally, but if you do something he doesn't agree with, he'll either get... Apprehensive, or just straight-up drop you. When he found out about my older brother, he basically bullied "the phase" (as my dad called it) out of him. It officially ended with a Christmas story that actually involves my stepmom.

Anyways, that's where I started finding out that even though he claimed to be unconditionally supportive, he wasn't.

Long story short, had a Tumblr and a support group, they found out about it, literally took everything away from me and invaded my privacy on literally all my accounts, told me I was "being enabled" because I had friends who'd sent me positivity during a barage of Anon hate, wouldn't even listen to me when I tried to explain how I literally didn't know how some of the stuff that was on there wasn't me (someone has gained access to my account and basically started up a sideblog that let's just say a 14-year-old shouldn't even look at, much less have,) tried to get me to tell them "the whole truth" and when I came out about my sexuality had to bottle it up again and act like it was "just a phase" because of how they reacted, and over the course of the next 5 years tried to invade my privacy as much as they possibly could. (Hell, even today, my dad still has my old email account on his phone to "check on it")

He's the kinda guy who would physically restrain me from doing something, then claim I voluntarily didn't do it. The list goes on.

My stepmother was arguably one of the most manipulative people I ever knew. Anti-vaxxer (to the point that she signed a consent form saying neither of my little sisters could get immunization shots from their schools and when asked about it, shrugged it off and was like "they don't need them," but there was more), terf bangs, the whole shebang. Would constantly goad people, then when someone called her out on it acted like she was the victim. Got my dad to yell at me/restrain me because I was "being too aggressive" trying to not have a panic attack because she was yelling. Got the word "ridiculous" banned in the house (yes, literally banned.) So, so much more.

She'd constantly demean me and talk down to me and about me, tell my sister's they didn't have to listen or pay attention to me, and when I brought it up to my dad/publicly, she'd simply act confused and say she didn't know what I was talking about, or that I was misremembering (a common tactic my mother used that my dad and stepmom hated.) One time, my dad actually asked me if she turned into my mother when she was gone, and I paused for a moment and was like "I mean yeah." (Don't ask how that resolved.)

She was the kind of woman who would slap you in the face and then talk to you long enough to try to convince you that you were never actually slapped in the face (unlike my mom, who would and would just tell you you deserved it.) This was the woman who, when my older sister's friend asked how her son was doing, almost caused a scene by loudly stating that her "daughter was doing just fine and I'll let her know that you were thinking about her." (Mind you this friend didn't know that my older brother was trans. This friend only knew him as he, and once even when I slipped up they didn't seem to notice it.)

All my parents would constantly demand someone access my email, messages, and history at any given point. I had friends who I talked to about this that I was scared shitless my parents would find out about because I didn't wanna lose them. I made so many accounts to cover my tracks I've literally lost access to a lot of them because I just can't remember the login details. My parents constantly told me "if you're hiding something that means you know it's bad" out of the blue, keeping me in a constant state of paranoia.

One time, I'd accidentally left my phone in my room and my dad walked in and stayed in for an abnormally long amount of time. I didn't go in because I knew they would definitely see that as a sign something was up, and just rode out my anxiety until my dad walked out, a hand in his pocket. He made this dramatic deal of calmly saying "Now... You know the rules... I'll forgive you this time, but next time will be worse... Especially after what's happened before..." And I was freaking the fuck out. He looked at me and laughed as he pulled a candy wrapper out of his pocket. He said he chose those words specifically because he wanted to see what kind of reaction he'd get out of me.

There are so many other examples I could bring up that I don't have the time or emotional energy to all in one post, but it breaks my heart there are still people who don't believe there are people like this out there. I once had a guy ask "well if your mom's that bad how come she's not in prison?" And my reply was simple: "Because she can cover herself up well." Parents like this are out there. People like this are out there. Please don't let this be your relationships in any fashion because you don't deserve it.

tl;dr: parental abuse and violations take many different forms. If you have any parents or people you know like this, as soon and as safely as you can, get the fuck out. They may only damage you permanently even worse.

The post that got me thinking about all this over the last emotion-charged hour and a half: https://freckledfemme.tumblr.com/post/169530766178/omgwhy-bpdcalvinfischoeder-staar84

#that's my rant for the night #ok to rb #ask to tag #child abuse #child neglect #my parents tag #i don't want to see anyone end up where i was #long post

[greywindys]

Omg so this is my super late offering for 2Docweek (if fics aren’t allowed just lmk and I’ll adjust the tagging, it’s no problem!). Also if you follow this blog and hate 2Doc, I’m sorry! I placed it all under the cut so hopefully it doesn’t take up too much space on your dash.

This was inspired by Day 4: Favorite Phase. I actually don’t know if I could pick a favorite phase, but phase 1 has always had a special place in my heart. From 2D’s random journal entries about Murdoc’s fear of flying (2D’s Murdoc observations in general tbh!), to their stay in Jamaica together, to their various misadventure that get hinted at throughout different interviews, there’s like, so much to think about and expand upon. All that being said, it’s hard to look at phase 1 without feeling a hint of sorrow because we all know where it leads eventually. Anyhow, this fic takes place very early in their writing process for the first album when they’re still getting to know one another (so like, building 2Doc), during a night when they both stay behind in the studio. 

Summary: Murdoc is uncharted and mysterious, but 2D has always considered himself a bit of an explorer.  

Rating: pg-13

Word count: ~3000

The clock reads 4:52 am when 2D sees Murdoc lie down on the floor, a nearly empty bottle of vodka held loosely in his hand. All around him are the remnants of a long night of writing and re-writing; crumpled up papers, squashed beer cans, and ashtrays full of cigarettes. The keyboard they’ve been playing on for the last few hours sits beside him. It’s  been a process, getting him to this point. 2D thinks it might have been around dinner time when he noticed the first signs of slowing down.

And Murdoc never slows down. At least, not since 2D has known him.

“Tired already, Muds?” 2D teases from across the recording studio as he stubs out another cigarette in the ashtray next to him.

Murdoc turns his head towards him and frowns. “That’s real swell coming from you, the one who’s been going back to the hotel with Noodle and Russ every night except this one. And you’re saying I’m tired. What’s tired anyways?” He stops to stretch which causes him to unconsciously tip the bottle in his hand until the liquid inside spills out and lands with a splatter on the floor and his face, though it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

He has a point. 2D can’t remember a time Murdoc left the studio before any of them, and now that he thinks about it, he’s always assumed the same. Even on the few nights he’s stayed late with him - something he’d only recently started - he can’t remember a time Murdoc has ever mentioned sleep or even feeling tired. It was usually 2D who was the one to doze off to him working only to wake up a few hours later and still find him his head buried in his notebook.

However, the sloppy behavior and the almost palpable fatigue in his voice tell 2D otherwise, and an odd mix of worry and relief comes over him. Worry because he can’t understand why Murdoc won’t just take take a nap if he’s tired and relief to see that yes, Murdoc Niccals, self-appointed bandleader and music genius did get tired. It reassures 2D that perhaps they aren’t thousands of worlds apart like he had originally thought; maybe now it’s more like hundreds.

“Well, you look tired.”

“What? I can’t stop to think for a minute? I’m fine. I’m..I’m just drunk.”

“Okay. Drunk and tired.”

“Oh shut up.”

“How many days has it been?” 2D asks.

“Hell if I know,” Murdoc replies quietly, eyes are fixed on the ceiling. “I can barely even remember what I did yesterday, let alone however many days ago. You’ve been here haven’t you? I still haven’t got a clue why, but you have. So why don’t you tell me?”

2D has only stayed behind late with Murdoc three times before, and that he was sure of because he keeps an active tally of every little thing that happens during those quasi-private writing session. The first time Murdoc hardly interacted with him outside of glancing at him suspiciously and sporadically asking him why he was even there, to which 2D answered ‘why not?’ Murdoc had still seemed flabbergasted at his answer, and it puzzled 2D that the very idea of sharing ideas together and getting to know each other better seemed so foreign to him. 2D spent most of that time playing tic tac toe with himself in his notebook and listening to scribbling sound of Murdoc’s pen. The second time was more of the same except for one instance where Murdoc asked him to test out a melody for him. 2D considered the third time the most special. The third time they had actually sat at 2D’s keyboard together and played around with different chords. Then, in a spurt of nervous energy, 2D had offered Murdoc a cigarette and Murdoc had accepted it.

“Well, um, If you’re tired you can take a nap, I don’t mind.”

“I don’t know why you keep going on about this sleep thing. I’ve never been more awake in my life,” Murdoc says as he bring his hand to his face and pinches himself.   

2D doesn’t know what to expect from this fourth night. But he’s learned enough about Murdoc to know that it was near impossible to change his mind. So for the moment, he resolves to play along.

“Okay, well,  I’ve got some melodies I think might work with that track Russel was putting together earlier.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“So if you don’t mind I’m just going to be playing on the keyboard...” 2D trails off as he wonders whether Murdoc will take the hint that his head is currently in the space where 2D was sitting earlier and move. He briefly entertains the idea of offering to allow him to rest his head in his lap if he doesn’t want get up but quickly dispels of it because of how embarrassed it makes him feel.

“Hmm. Alright Let’s have a listen then,” Murdoc replies as he motions with his hand for 2D to come over.

As he makes his way back to Murdoc, 2D takes great care to step over the piles of crinkled notebook papers. To someone who didn’t know any better, the room would look like a mess, but there’s a method to the chaos. The placement of each paper and pile is completely intentional, categorized by topic and genre and level of completion by Murdoc in a frenzied burst of energy that he’s told them comes and goes “every now and then.” So even though it takes him a little longer, he figures he would rather take his time than have Murdoc be angry with him and lose all the rapport he’s been so patiently building over the last two weeks.

That same Murdoc still hasn’t moved by the time 2D reaches both him and the keyboard. He follows the his gaze up towards the ceiling and is puzzled when he doesn’t find anything particularly interesting or out of the ordinary.

“Hey, so, uh, Murdoc. I’m here and….uh..”

No response.

“Murdoc…” 2D says as he sticks out his foot and gives him a tepid nudge.

Murdoc jumps.

“Fuck!” He exclaims as he runs a shaky hand through his hair, and 2D catches a rare glimpse of his forehead and eyebrows.

“You, uh, you alright, Murdoc? Did I, uh, scare you?”

“No, you idiot,” Murdoc snaps before taking another gulp vodka. “Anyways...it took you long enough.”

“Yeah, well, I was going to sit down now, um, at the keyboard but...your head is uh...well, if you could just...or I could just..or no, that would be weird so nevermind...um...” He doesn’t know exactly how he wants to ask Murdoc to move but the words fall out over one another anyways.

Murdoc looks at the keyboard, which is right next to his head and back to 2D and rolls his eyes. “Christ. I get it, I get it. You know you could have just asked.”

He doesn’t sit up when 2D sits but instead curls onto his side facing towards the singer.

“So, uh, just tell me if I’m too loud,” 2D says and this time, Murdoc doesn’t protest. Instead, he gives him a simple “okay” gesture and begins picking at the label on his now empty vodka bottle.

They don’t speak after that for a while. Only the sounds of stray chord progressions and 2D humming accent the silence and without Murdoc’s often tangential and sometimes scathing commentary, he’s left wondering what’s going the other’s mind as he lies beside him.

“You really like that keyboard,” Murdoc remarks at last.

“Yeah,” 2D answers. “Yeah, I guess I do. I like all my keyboards. Kinda like you and your bass.”

“Far from it. I don’t spends hours upon hours taking my bass apart and putting it back together. Or hooking up parts from other basses to my bass, or installing whatever that giant box was into that one keyboard you ordered online.”

“Hmm. Okay, point taken.”

“Have you ever gotten a keyboard that’s complete shit?” Murdoc continues. “Like, so shit that you have to...I don’t know put it sleep or give it a mercy kill or whatever the equivalent is for pianists?”

“Not so far, no.”

“So let’s say, you find one that’s been dropped out of a three story building, and then run over by a car and your uncle says, ‘fix it, 2D’...what’s your answer then?”

2D finishes jotting down another set of chords that he likes before answering. “Well, maybe I couldn’t fix it completely but I would guess there would still be some salvageable parts I could find worth saving. Why do you ask?”

“Okay, no. Let’s say the keyboard has had...I don’t know, seven? Eight? Ten. Ten previous owners who have all just completely fucked it up. One owner spilled coffee all over it, the other took it to a party and let party goers snort lines off the keys and somehow it ended up set on fire, and so on and so on. THEN it got dropped out the three story building and run over by the car.”

Murdoc is looking directly at him now, a small smirk on his face. But when 2D meets his gaze he can see that there’s a sort of sadness lingering in his eyes which 2D understands to be the real emotion that he’s feeling. He doesn’t know if Murdoc is aware of how expressive his eyes are, how despite the bragging and posturing he does during the day, the scowl he’s nearly perfected that he wears as his default expression, and the fact that his heavy bangs effectively shield his eyebrows from sight his eyes manage to give him away every single time.

“Well, I dunno. I don’t think a keyboard can help who its owners were.”

“But the wiring is going to be completely buggered up regardless,” Murdoc challenges back.

“I think I it would still take it apart, just to have a look for myself.”

“What if the keyboard was in pieces when you got it. Complete shambles. You can’t even tell it was a keyboard. What then?”

2D shakes his head as he moves to change the sound settings on the instrument in front of him. “I’ve had experiences where I thought the keyboard looked good as new only to find the sound generator completely fried. This one we’ve been using now was my uncle’s and he never thought it would play again until I re-programmed portions of the ROM. It gets a little complicated, and I’m certainly no miracle worker, but I’m always going to give it a chance. That’s why I like it. I can go in expecting one thing, and find sometime completely new and different. It doesn’t make any one machine good or bad...” He turns back towards Murdoc who’s back to picking at the label on the vodka bottle. It’s nothing surprising but 2D feels his heartbeat start to increase all the same. Keeping his eyes focused on him, he continues, “It just makes them fascinating and unique and...”

Beautiful. He wants to say beautiful but he also feels like the earth just shifted beneath him and he doesn’t know if Murdoc felt it too. And what if he did? Or even worse what if he didn’t?

“And..well, um, you get the idea…” is what he manages to get out instead. Suddenly his hands feel clammy.

Murdoc remains silent, eyes fixed on the keyboard, little pieces of the vodka bottle label strewn around him. As he desperately tries to read his face, 2D thinks he sees surprise and confusion and possibly worry, but he isn’t sure if that just him projecting. In any case, he senses that it’s about time that he guide them back to a familiar dynamic.

“Anyhow, I think I figured out the chords we might want to use for that one song about um, loneliness. But only if you’re, uh, okay and everything's alright, um, maybe you might want to hear it?”

“Yeah. Yeah that sounds good. You’ve only been puttering around on that thing for the past what? Hour or so?” Murdoc’s rolls his eyes, not missing a beat. “I’d hope you’d have something by now.”

That’s better.

Feeling more self-assured, 2D cracks his knuckles and places his hand in position above the keys.

“I don’t have the words finalized, or even how I want the chords to go, really. You know, eighth notes, quarter notes...depends on how fast we want it to go. I think for now, I’ll keep the same time signature but go slower..” He stops to yawn.

“Well, well, look who’s tired now,” Murdoc goads.

“And I’ll still be able to get through this song. How about we see if you can stay awake.”

“Oh, just get on with it.”

The introduction comes out a little clunky because 2D starts out playing the chords as quarter notes but changes his mind halfway through and switches to whole notes. Every now and then, he adds small embellishments on keys an octave higher. Then he add the words.

“City life,

Calling me all the time,

Me and my soul,

Geared to attack...”

He doesn’t have the rest of the verse written so improvises with just the keyboard for a bit and looks down to check on Murdoc. His eyes are closed now, but he can tell that he’s listening when he sees him keeping time by tapping his finger lightly on the ground. It’s a pleasant vibe, one that 2D isn’t sure he wants to end just yet. So decides to improvise more.

“Um..never got the chance to write,

The words from here,

So tell me, Murdoc…”

Murdoc chuckles quietly at this. He’s probably thinking about how much of a empty-headed loser he thinks 2D is, 2D assumes. But doesn’t carry the same malice that laughter from Murdoc usually carries. He may think 2D is an empty-headed loser, but he also, in this moment, seems to be enjoying that aspect of him. 2D’s never made Murdoc laugh that way before.

“What we should write.”

2D punctuates each word with a chord before returning back to the intro. He turn briefly to flash Murdoc a wide grin.

“That’s not bad,” Murdoc says as 2D continues to play. “Well, of course we’re going to have to work on the second part of the verse but it seems like you were writing more in that book than your tic tac toe games after all.” Now it’s his turn to yawn again. “We can talk about it...soon.”

“I’m not done yet, Muds. We haven’t even gotten to the refrain.”

The refrain is only one line so far, but that never stopped 2D. He plays a for a few more measures until he stumbles upon a rhythm that he likes.

“Can't stand your loneliness

Can't stand loneliness

Can't stand your loneliness

Can't stand loneliness…”

He loses track of how long he plays after this, which is a habit he’s had since he started taking lessons. It tends to happen when he gets engrossed in a melody, and he fills the time with improvisation and experimenting with different vocals flourishes. It doesn’t dawn on him to stop until he asks Murdoc for his opinion only to be met with silence.

When he glances down at him he finds him fast asleep.

Instinctively, 2D places a tentative hand on his shoulder, thinking in his head that he’s going to give him a gentle shake to rouse him. However, he stops short of his plan when he takes in Murdoc’s expression. His face muscles are completely relaxed and his tongues is hanging out the side of his mouth making him look quite silly as well. It’s a far cry from the Murdoc he’s used to, whose shoulders are usually tense with stress and frustration while he shoots withering glares at whoever gets in his way, or who’s always fidgeting or tapping or lobbing crumpled pieces of paper at him while they’re working because for some reason he can’t ever seem to sit still. Internally, 2D wonders why Murdoc dismisses sleep so often because it’s the most at ease he’s ever seen him. But there’s a lot 2D doesn’t know about Murdoc.

Still, 2D thinks to himself as he takes in the feeling of the rough fabric of Murdoc’s grey sweater and the warmth building under his hand from the amount of time he’s allowed it to linger, there was still time. Murdoc was uncharted and mysterious, and 2D has always considered himself to be a sort of explorer. It had been tornadoes when he was younger, then it was zombies, and then it evolved into keyboards. Now, he guesses, it’s Murdoc, too.

In a moment of impulsiveness, 2D gingerly runs his hand through the bassist’s thick bangs in an attempt to tuck some stray strands behind his ear.

He all but stops breathing when Murdoc stirs, heart pounding more intensely than Russel’s most effective kick drum pedal. He can also swear that he saw his eyes crack open momentarily. But as he frantically searches for words to use for a believable explanation, Murdoc’s breathing returns to the same, slow pace it had just moments ago.

2D sits with him for a few minutes longer, listening to the sound of his breathing, his head brimming with thoughts that he can’t quite make sense of and words that can’t he can’t quite string together.

The clock reads 6:57 when he lies down next to Murdoc, slightly confused and a little bit nervous, but happy.

“This going to sound dumb but...I like you, Murdoc,” he mumbles, barely audible. “And I don’t think I know exactly what I mean by that right now, but, uh, you know me, what else would you expect? Heh.”

He knows Murdoc can’t hear him, and doesn’t expect him to. Perhaps, he thinks, he’s saying it more for himself than any other reason. He doesn’t know, but what he does know is that he’s going to cherish these quiet moments for a long time, whether Murdoc believes it or not. Maybe in time he will, 2D wonders to himself as he listens to the inhales and exhales next to him, maybe in time.

#ficpost #2doc #2docweek

[crazy-multiverse-junk]

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⚠Warning: Due to the characters’ multiple origins, different languages will be spoken simultaneously in-universe. All of them will be written in English (aside from some potential puns or idiomatic expressions every once in a while, perhaps), but in order to easily keep track of which language is used at which moment, here is a visual code. The color of the text indicates which language it’s originally written/spoken in: black for English, red for Japanese, blue for French.

Ono-B6.8 Rue de l’Université (7e), Paris (France) May 12th, 2013 — 11:17 AM

The sky rumbled again. Clouds were gathering and darkening, quickly forming a somber and downy dome over the city. Mere moments later, a thin layer of rain poured and ricocheted on the paving stones, emitting light and harmonious tones. Most passersby had seen the shower coming, thus they were for the most part already heading indoors as soon as they had heard the first warnings from the thunder; the others, who couldn’t find shelter soon enough, were now all waiting under the stores of random shops, bus stops, or any other place which could keep them dry.

Having taken cover under a florist’s pergola, two teenagers were waiting along with the others, staring at this threatening black angry vault. The first one was a young college student with red messy hair, nonchalantly wiping the raindrops away from his glasses. His friend, right by his side, yet again gave another concerned glance at the ever falling river. The ground was now buried underwater, while every single paved stone of the street was reflecting the sky. For fear of damaging the violin case she was holding, she squeezed it further against her chest, as her blue eyes seemed to stare at every single translucent drop hitting the ground. A small squeal resounded between them both; a little dog with white short hair laid down on the dry portion of the street, dropping his disheartened head on his front legs and blowing a long sigh. For certain, as soon as they would get home, he would once again have to take a bath. He hated baths. Why would they always keep making him go through something as useless and wet as this. Seriously.

The young lady subtly shook her head in order to pull away some of the wet blonde hair that was now covering her face, but she reluctantly had to use her right hand to succeed. She carefully rolled up her other arm’s sleeve to perk a little glance at her watch: as she bit her lip in worry, she turned a shy look towards her friend.

“It seems like it won’t stop anytime soon, Raphaël…” she whispered in a soft, but anxious tone. “The rehearsal starts in less than ten minutes. We’re going to be late…”

The teenager in question put his glasses back on his nose and glared at the sky irritably. He frowned, but immediately sighed. As he kept his brown eyes staring at the clouds, he suddenly asked:

“How far is it yet?” “Not much, we were almost there. Hardly two minutes… It’s too bad, isn’t it?” “If we run, it should take less than a minute.”

She jumped a bit in surprise, turning towards him in a sudden; but he was smirking with that smile she knew all too well. She responded with a little nod. The actual storm was still pretty far away from their current location, and though it looked like it was headed towards them, it wouldn’t reach them this fast. They hopefully wouldn’t get too wet if they truly made it as fast as her friend thought, and even if they did— well, he had already made up his mind, and there was no changing him. In any case, this only was a rehearsal, not an actual concert; whatever happened, the blame could not be put on them, could it? The only hesitation left was because of her violin, but the case was probably watertight enough so she could allow running under such shower for at least a few minutes. The young man seized her right wrist carefully but firmly, still with that same smirk of his.

“ Marie, Fondue, are you ready?”

Following a signal that initially sounded more like a joke rather than a serious order, the little group suddenly dashed through the rain as if it were a mere game. Laughing obliviously as their steps echoed against the paved street, their incongruously blissful tones contrasted deeply with the surrounding showering orchestra.

However, the joke did not last.

A great light burst. The redhead first thought it was just another bolt, which would have just been much closer than the others; but as the accompanying thunder somehow didn’t follow, he understood that it definitely was something different. Given that he had already let go off his friend’s wrist in order to run faster, only her scream made him realize that something really was happening. He would have recognized her voice among thousands, and when he turned around, he effectively saw that the blonde girl was now harassed by three suspicious individuals. They seemed to drag her somewhere, and she obviously was doing her best to escape from their grasp.

While Fondue was barking as loud as he could, his handler dashed towards them to help her; but one of them, a tall brunet in a black suit, immediately targeted him instead, and before he could even fully realize it, the college student was already immobilized and stopped by the end of a gun stuck in his neck. Although the agent seemed to use his weapon more as a means of intimidation rather than as its initial intended use, Raphaël was still frozen by terror, as he had apparently not noticed that the safety tip had not even been undone in the first place.

The last member of the mysterious group, a woman with dark hair, came closer to the young violinist and forced a handkerchief against her face; the chloroform that was probably imbibed in it took effect, and in a few seconds Marie lost her consciousness, immediately putting an end to her struggles. The agent who was detaining her took her in his arms, as the woman carefully picked up the violin’s case. Losing his nerve, the redhead almost forgot the threat stuck in his neck. He quickly reasoned that, if he managed to be swift enough…

At the same time, the white dog tried to help his handler and started biting the mysterious man’s leg with rage, and successfully had the agent drop his guard when he cried in pain and released his grasp, if ever so slightly. A shot was launched from his gun, but given that the aim was completely off, it felt obvious that it was only intended to scare the little pet away. Fondue indeed yelped in fear and ran away immediately, but now Raphaël had finally obtained the opening he had needed.

Paris’ paved stones are locally known for being particularly slippery— even more so when the entire street was drowned under such shower. Seizing this chance to his advantage, Raphaël feigned slipping on one of them and used the smooth surface to let him quickly arch his back and escape from the agent’s grasp by hitting strongly his stomach, turn around to face his aggressor, and benefit from the residual kinetic energy to send his foot on the line of a swift and well-placed chassé—

The agent dodged it so fast, the Parisian hardly saw him move.

Still stunned by such incongruous skill from a person he had obviously underestimated, the teenager froze. The speed of his previous move, instead of letting its energy dissipate within the hit, consequently induced the paved stones’ ability against him and his short distraction was all that was needed for him to lose control over his other grounded foot, which slipped as well. Raphaël was sent flying in midair, and eventually landed painfully one meter away, the back of his head banging violently against a stone. Since the hit left him barely conscious, he was effectively powerless for long seconds.

The brunet agent came closer and helped him up, but also restrained him even more firmly; the young redhead, still dazed, couldn’t fully grasp his surroundings anymore, let alone struggle.

When the man in black turned towards the two other agents, he called them out on something— but Raphaël didn’t understand a word, though he reasoned that the sentence had sounded like a question. The woman’s voice echoed in return, and her response was probably some sort of order. The group was then dragged through a nearby alley, followed by a distressed little white dog.

What the hell are you doing? What do you want from us!?

The young boy wanted to yell all the questions (and possible French swears) that were passing through his head, but his foggy mind and unresponsive body prevented him from doing anything further than barely mumbling these words. His round glasses were hardly hanging on his face following the fight. The man who was maintaining him looked particularly calm, almost sad. Upset. It was obvious that he did not want to harm anyone, so what was the meaning of all this mess? And he was not even taking his battling skills into account. The very teenager who had been able countless times to easily outwit and deceive the entire police forces together was now stopped so effortlessly by just some random man with the reflexes of a freaking ninja who was not even trying to hurt him! Who the hell was that guy?!

“I’m sorry…”

Raphaël tried to mumble that he had no idea what he was saying, but a wide blinding light burst around them before he could utter a single word.

Fondue stopped suddenly and yelped, covering his eyes from what he believed to be a bolt which had fallen right in front of him— without making a single sound, however. A split second later, the alley was empty. The little dog howled, not caring anymore about the cold shower ever falling on his short hair and trembling legs. Who cared if he was soaking wet. His owner will not be there to give him a bath anymore.

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[serensama]

To Date #5

707 here, ready to report for his date!

Saeyoung:

-       MC WAS HIS GIRLFRIEND MC WAS HIS GIRLFRIEND!

-       THAT MEANT… dun dun dun… dating

-       Which meant he could finally take her out and show her the best time ever!

-       Saeyoung had been searching for days for the most perfect place to go for his planned activity with MC

-       “Where are we going?” she asked excitedly over the phone

-       “Somewhere really awesome I promise!” he teased, not wanting to reveal the destination or the activity to his curious girlfriend (god he loved that word)

-       “But how will I know what to wear? I can’t rock up to a fancy dinner in jeans babe”

-       (she… called… him BABE)

-       “Nah it’s nothing like that- you could wear pj’s to where we’re going and you’d be fine”

-       “Saeyoung… you’re not just going to pick me up and then drive in circles and then head back home are you?”

-       “NO MC!… that’s for our second date”

-       HANGS UP

-       “MC?… MC?”

-       At 8pm sharp he pulls up to her house and there she was in some gorgeous knitted dress and tights and sturdy boots- perfect!

-       Leaning over so he could open the door for MC, he was immediately pushed back as she lunged for him and attacked his mouth with hers (he did not complain)

-     “Hey you,” she whispered when she finally let him up for air

      “He-Hey back,” he stammered as she adjusted himself to sit properly in the driver’s seat, fighting back the blush that was trying its best to rear its ugly head.

      “SO! God 707! Take me on your adventure!”

      “As my lady commands!” he flourished dramatically in the car, waiting until MC had her seatbelt on before racing towards their destination.

-       Twisting and turning, he weaved in and out of cars (for some reason MC was totally into that) until they got further and further out of the city, MC quirked an eyebrow up to question him- Saeyoung merely responded with a lascivious eyebrow wiggle which earnt him a playful slap against his arm.

-       However, he soon noticed the closer he got to where the date was planned, the darker the night seemed to get, the sky covered with thick clouds and fog… which you know doesn’t really help when you’ve booked out an entire observatory to go STAR GAZING

-       However, true to his stubborn nature he kept going and prayed to God that it would pass by the time they got to the hill.

-       It didn’t

-       In fact, it got worse

-       AWESOME

-       Pulling over, Saeyoung had to get out of the car and think for a moment- they’d been driving for almost an hour to get to the place and not be able to do what they wanted to do… COME ON GOD YOU OWE ME ONE

-       Hearing the passenger door open he whirled around to see MC walking out towards him while holding two flashlights from his glove box

-       “What’s going on Saeyoung… are we here?” she asked looking around uncertainly as she handed him the other flashlight. Accepting the light and his fate Saeyoung sighed deeply and took MC by the hand, he’d take her up to observatory and show that at least he did have something awesome planned and that the intention was there… if not the weather.

-       When they were literally two minutes away from the front door MC released his hand and squealed taking off about 10 years off the poor boy’s life.

-       “WHA- WHAT IS IT?” he cried looking back and forth around him to look for any hidden attackers

-       “You remembered!”

-       “I… remembered?”

-       “That I loved this stuff! I can’t believe it! You’re the freaking best!” she screeched as she leapt on top of him smother his face with kisses and holding him to her as tightly as possible.

-       MC released him and looked back excitedly down the hill to a big abandoned building… an old derelict hospital… in the woods… on a pitch-black night…

-       “You took me ghost hunting!”

-       (sweat. drop.)

-       Laughing nervously as he scratched the back of his head trying to look nonchalant…

-       THANK YOU GOD, I DIDN’T DOUBT YOU FOR A SECOND

-       (sorry)

-       MC practically skipped down the hill until she reached the front door which was chained up and padlocked. She looked back at Saeyoung with her adorable puppy eyes and he pulled out his pick and expertly unlocked it to her claps and cheers. (He always kept it on hand in case he ever had the chance to break into Jumin’s to play with Ellie =D )

-       Trawling the hallways, he could feel his heart beating faster, holding on to MC’s hands he couldn’t tell if it was him sweating or her… if he wasn’t so damn scared he’d be sure he was turned on

-       MC let go of his hand and ran on ahead disappearing down one of the darkest corridors. She screamed.

-       Chasing after her he ran into every room frantic, his flashlight and eyes scanning the rooms for any sign of her

-       Goodness, what if she got hurt? That would be right, on their first date she’d end up concussed and they’d spend a lovely night in the ER

-       “M…MC? MC? Where are you?”

-       Turning the corner, he was greeted by a screaming spectre

-       So, within reason, he screamed like a bitch.

-       High pitched and long

-       The spectre starting laughing, so much so that it even snorted and the ethereal mist around them (a bed sheet) fell

-       MC was clutching at her stomach and bent over from laughing, intermittently putting the light underneath her face and laughing out “boo!” in her boyfriend’s face

-       OH. MC. IT IS ON!

-       The two spent the next hour running around trying to out scare each other… pushing wheelchairs into the halls in front of the other, rattling the beds and slamming doors… when that got boring they started playing hide and seek and for each time they found each other they received a kiss for their efforts.

-       After one particularly difficult find (MC hid inside of the larger equipment drawers and upon finding Saeyoung immediately asked how she managed to fit in there, she shrugged and just said “I’m bendy”) MC rewarded Saeyoung with a very long and languid kiss… ending up on one of the couches in the halls with Saeyoung’s shirt off…

-       Suddenly a door banged from a distant corridor… the two looked at each other and shrugged, it was probably the wind… delving right back into their make out session they could now hear the sound of echoing footsteps pacing up and down the hall below them startling MC enough to push him off her and stand up…

-       “The ghosts are awake now Saeyoung!” she said excitedly

-       If those ghosts weren’t already dead, they would be the way he was feeling right then… guy can’t catch a break…

-       Sliding his shirt back on he grabbed his flashlight and followed MC to the disturbances, albeit grudgingly.

-       Chasing the sounds around the building they always seemed to be one step behind

-       Unexpectedly a loud whistle rang through the halls and a bright light shone directly into their eyes,

-       Both of them screaming with Saeyoung clutching onto MC for dear life as he started chanting the “Our father” with his eyes squeezed shut

-       “What the hell are you kids doing in here?…. wait… aren’t you guys a little too old to be doing stupid stuff like this?”

-       The security guard continued to chastise them until they were red in the face

-       “And honestly man at least make sure your shirt isn’t still inside out… you guys couldn’t afford a hotel or something? Fancy car outside and you guys choose to do it in an old hospital? The youth of today!”

-       Rushing out of there as quickly as they could they ran back to his car and sat down for a few minutes in silence before a couple of sniggers escaped MC’s mouth, her lips trembling from the strain of keeping in her laughter- which only ignited his need to laugh alongside her.

-       After laughing so hard their sides hurt and tears of mirth welled in their eyes, MC lifted her hand to trace the lines in his face when he smiled, her happy eyes filling with adoration, “Thank you for an amazing time Saeyoung- I haven’t felt that young and carefree for… gosh years! This was perfect.”

-       Feeling his heart almost bursting with emotion, he put his hand over hers and pulled her closer to him so he could kiss her until his heart was content

-       A loud bang on the window made them jump and screech again as the same security guard interrupted them, “Head on home kids.”

-       “Can I run him over MC? You’d help me bury the body right?”

-       “… You gotta stop channelling your brother Saeyoung”

-       “… at least HE would help me bury the body”

-       Turning on the ignition they drove back home, MC still not letting go of his hand as she played with his fingers and ran hers over his skin.

-       “Hey you know, next time we’re up there we should totally go start gazing! It had a really good observatory there!”

-       Saeyoung could feel a muscle tick in his jaw

-       “Yeah MC! That’s a great idea, should have thought of it myself!”

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