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So Good [0.6]
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pairing: KNJ x rockstar!oc
A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I've been away for a while. School is bogging me down and life had been wild, in both good and bad ways. I want to continue writing and despite my chronic writers' block, I ain't giving up too easily. Thank you all for your patience and trust that I will be updating more stories as I go!
word count: 2016
Purple text is Korean
Kimberly jumped when her phone suddenly rang beside her, disturbing the small nap she was trying to squeeze in her bunk. She grumbled as she turned over in the small enclosure, feeling around in the sheet while being rocked over and over in the tour bus.
"Kimberly! Your phone's ringing!" Maria suddenly shouted.
Kimberly rolled her eyes, "Gee! Thanks Maria!" finally she was able to fish it out, her heart leapt when Namjoon's name flashed across her screen. It would've been close to midnight in Seoul, and he hardly ever called her this late.
Pulling her bunk curtain tighter to its hook, she answered the call, "Hello?"
A voice cleared from the other end, unfamiliar to her, "H-Hey, Kimberly! How are you?" the voice was slurred, too light to be Namjoon but the twinge of his accent was slightly eerie.
"Um... who is this?" she asked, a pit of anxiousness bubbling in her gut. From what Chloe had told her, Korean idols had their contacts guarded mercilessly, and if Namjoon got in trouble for talking to her...
"Eh? It's Namjoon, what're you talking about?" the voice tittered, a faint song playing in the background. She relaxed only a little, her curiosity growing.
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
"... what tattoo do I have on my left forearm?" she asked.
The voice paused momentarily, grumbling to himself for a quick answer when she suddenly heard a more familiar exclamation.
" -- Dangsin-eun mwo haeyo? Nae jeonhwagileul jwo!"
The voice on the speaker suddenly changed in pitch, half-laughing-half-crying as he shouted, "Joesonghabnida! Joesonghabnida! Dowajuseyo!" and a scuffle ensued.
Kimberly was partly amused, partly concerned, waiting curiously until she heard Namjoon panting into the speaker, "I saekkiya! -- Kimberly? Kim?"
"H-Hi! Namjoon?"
"Hi," he panted, giving a short sigh, "I am so sorry about that,"
"No, no, that's okay," she chuckled, "Are you okay?"
"I'm good, I'm good. My friend's being an idiot," he replied. Kimberly could still hear laughter in the background, she found his startle quite endearing.
"It's okay, I promise," she replied, "Who was that, anyway?"
"Jackson. He's a friend of mine -- if not more of a shit disturber," he replied.
"It's nice to meet you, Kimberly!" he called out. Namjoon grumbled back in Korean, a cuss word she figured.
She laughed merrily, "Aw, tell him I say 'hi',"
"And boost his ego even more? Nah," he simpered back, "I hope we didn't disrupt anything,"
"You're all good," she assured him, "We're on our way to Krakow right now so we have an off day,"
"Oh, fantastic. Are you resting up?"
"As much as I can in a moving casket," her attention diverted to a furious hissing from the common area.
"Shit! I need help!" Chloe suddenly shouted, followed by the pattering of socked feet.
"Fucking shit, Chlo! We agreed not to heat up Alfredo sauce in the microwave!" Charlotte scolded.
Namjoon laughed, hearing the commotion from the end of his speaker, "Everything okay over there?" he asked.
Kimberly sighed heavily, shaking her head, "Oh, everything's fine. If I'm quiet enough they may believe I've gone back to sleep and won't bother me," she chuckled quietly.
Maria called from outside the bunk, "You know we can hear you, Kim!" she scolded, "... Hi Namjoon!"
"Hi Namjoon!" Charlotte echoed a moment later.
"Hi RM!" shouted Chloe.
Kimberly tittered, "The girls say 'hi',"
"Tell 'em I say 'hi' back -- what?" his voice drifted off, "Of course she is! Yeogiseo naga!" and there was another short scuffle over the speaker.
"What is going on over there?" Kimberly asked, her curiosity peeking, just imagining what bafoonery was taking place in Seoul.
Namjoon sighed, clearly dejected as muffled sniggers slipped out beside him, "Jackson wants to know if you're pretty. I'm so sorry,"
Kimberly had to press her lips to keep herself from laughing, her cheeks burning with the red smile curling across her face. She choked back a giggle as she answered, "I mean -- I think I am," she shrugged bashfully.
"Then what the hell are you doing with a guy like Namjoon?" Jackson suddenly called, laughing then as Kimberly could imagine the glare Namjoon was throwing his way.
"Ib damul-eo," Namjoon grumbled.
"Dangsin-eun nae sangsaga aniya," Jackson scolded back.
Meanwhile out in the common area, Charlotte and Chloe couldn't help but overhear Kimberly's conversation, all the while Charlotte was mopping up sauce on the counter and Chloe was cleaning sauce off of the floor.
"I think she talks to him more than talks to any of us," Chloe noted.
Charlotte simpered, "They talk maybe once or twice a week, Chloe,"
"Over voice, at least," Chloe replied, "... You think Darius knows that they talk that much?"
"I'm not even gonna go there," Charlotte replied, hoping that Kimberly couldn't hear them, "I told her to be careful from the get,"
Chloe shrugged back, "I'm just saying -- if Luke was away and you found out he was talking to a super famous pop star a few times a week, wouldn't you be worried?"
Charlotte held pause, staring down at the greasy countertop as Chloe's words sent a shiver through her. She knew exactly how she would feel if she was in a similar situation. Nevertheless, she turned back to Chloe, mustering as much confidence as she could.
"As far as I know, Kim's not doing anything wrong -- so I'm not gonna' lambast her for what we think could be happening,"
Chloe knew Charlotte didn't like confrontation, she never had and was extremely uncomfortable if she had to confront one of their friends. But Chloe wasn't stupid either; she was fearful that Kimberly was falling down a hole she nor the girls couldn't dig her out from.
Kimberly meanwhile was none the wiser to her friends' conversation, "What're you guys doing?"
"We're just sitting around, having a couple beers," he replied.
"With the other guys?" she asked.
"Nah, they're out doing their own thing tonight. Believe it or not, we don't always spend all our time together," he chuckled, hoping on the off chance he didn't sound condescending.
"Fair. Spend too much time with someone, some heads are gonna roll," Kimberly replied, then she brought her voice to a whisper, "Hence I'm hiding in my bunk so I don't have to deal with the Alfredo sauce from hell,"
Chloe suddenly hollered out, "I heard that Kimberly! Stop flirting with Namjoon and come help me!"
Kimberly rolled her eyes, pulling back the curtain and sticking her head out of her bunk, "We're not flirting!" she called back.
Charlotte sighed after, crouched down over a messy spill on the floor. A zesty, garlicky smell was beginning to fill the bus, "We just need a mop," she muttered, "Maria! Open the window in the back!"
"Already on it!" and Maria hopped out of her bunk.
Kimberly huffed, though Namjoon chuckled from the other end, "I take it you gotta go?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm so sorry," she replied.
"Don't be sorry. It's Jackson's fault, anyway," she could hear Jackson snap something back in Korean, much to her amusement.
"It's always a pleasure talking to you, don't be silly," she simpered, "I'll talk to you later, go have fun!"
Namjoon said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, his eyes lingering at his lock screen a moment more. Jackson meanwhile continued to sit and smirk up at his friend, much to Namjoon's annoyance.
"What are you smirking at?" he asked as he sat down, "And how did you know my passcode?"
"Don't be mad because I know your mom's birthday," he replied, "How long have you been talking to Kimberly?"
"A few months. She's nice," Namjoon muttered quickly.
Jackson scoffed, "So was Lim Ju-eun, she seemed very nice in your old posters,"
"Oh, leave me alone," Namjoon elbowed him softly, "She's my friend, nothing more,"
"I believe you," Jackson nodded, "I also believe that if you had the opportunity to date, you would snap her up in a minute,"
"She has a boyfriend, anyway," Namjoon pointed out.
Jackson sighed, "But none of that's not stopping her from rattling around in your brain all the time,"
Namjoon rolled his eyes, deciding to reach for another beer off the table, "Jackson, whatever you're about to say, just leave it alone,"
"I'm not trying to tease you, Joon," he said, his demeanour shifting to a serious undertone, "I'm worried for you,"
"Why are you worried for me?"
"Because you're falling for somebody you clearly can't have, and if that affects your performance --"
"It's not going to affect my performance, or my duties," Namjoon assured, "I told Jin and the others; Kimberly is my friend and any affection I have for her -- or for anyone -- isn't a priority. You would do the same if it was you,"
Jackson shrugged back, his gaze averting off, "I used to think that way..." he muttered.
Namjoon cocked a brow, staring long and hard at Jackson, "Hold on -- did you meet somebody?" he asked curiously.
Jackson nodded slowly, "You can't tell the other guys,"
"I won't," Namjoon assured him.
"Haneul -- or Hannah, I guess. I met her last year, she's a student at Yonsei, and we both went to the same restaurant for lunch," he explained.
"-- Have you spoken to her?" Namjoon asked.
"A couple of times. She's a little mean at first, she absolutely hates k-pop music" he chuckled, "But the more I got to know her, the more I really came to like her. And I think she came to like me, too," the way he spoke was so wistful, words grasping for the moment as though it had just happened. Namjoon had never seen Jackson so sentimental before, he hardly ever discussed his personal life like. They were both a lot alike in that rhetoric.
"So, what happened?" Namjoon asked, feeling the 'but' of his story creeping like a stark chill.
Jackson shrugged listlessly, "I had to let her go. I knew I couldn't have her, and it wasn't fair to make her wait for God knows how long until I could renegotiate my contract," he replied, "She said she understood, but I think I fuelled her hatred of this industry even more. She hasn't replied when I tried to check in with her, I know she probably needs so space to heal but... it sucks,"
Namjoon nodded slowly, "But you still think about her?"
"More than I would like," Jackson admitted, "I had a lapse in judgement; and I know I did the right thing in the long term, but I can't help but feel I wasted her time. I never should've gotten involved with her in the first place," he turned back to Namjoon, "My point is that I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. As much as it paints me to admit, BTS is quickly becoming a global sensation and you can't afford to have your heart broken over someone you know you can't have. Don't get attached, you have to keep your focus,"
"I am focused," Namjoon assured him, "Kimberly is just my friend, and I am gonna make sure we do what we need to do to keep us all on track," he then placed his hand on Jackson's shoulder, giving him a small squeeze, "... That doesn't mean I can't feel for your situation,"
Jackson simpered, popping the beer can open and taking a swig, "It's better this way for us. Maybe one day it'll be different, but for now..." he shook his head, "We're stuck with each other,"
Namjoon took his own can and clinked with Jackson's, "I'll cheers to that," and he took a swig. His gaze shifted again to his forearm, remembering the pressure of the pen, the swift and sharp markings when Kimberly scribbled her number on his skin. He wasn't sure why he was so full of hope back then, blinded momentarily for what could have been though he knew fully well he could never have her. Jackson was right, he had to detach himself before she consumed him, or worse he consumed her and broke her heart.
After all, April was right around the corner...
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(Left to right) Deborah Blohm, Jeffrey Epstein, Ghislaine Maxwell and Gwendolyn Beck at a party at the Mar-a-Lago club, Palm Beach, Florida, 1995. The names of former associates and victims of deceased sex offender Epstein have been released. AFP/Getty Images
Nearly 90 Names Were Included In The Documents, With Four Redacted.
Ghislaine Maxwell
Virginia Lee Roberts Giuffre
Kathy Alexander
Miles Alexander
James Michael Austrich
Philip Barden
REDACTED
Cate Blanchett
David Boies
Laura Boothe
Evelyn Boulet
Rebecca Boylan
Joshua Bunner
Naomi Campbell
Carolyn Casey
Paul Cassell
Sharon Churcher
Bill Clinton
David Copperfield
Alexandra Cousteau
Cameron Diaz
Leonardo DiCaprio
Alan Dershowitz
Dr. Mona Devanesan
REDACTED
Bradley Edwards
Amanda Ellison
Cimberly Espinosa
Jeffrey Epstein
Annie Farmer
Marie Farmer
Alexandra Fekkai
Crystal Figueroa
Anthony Figueroa
Louis Freeh
Eric Gany
Meg Garvin
Sheridan Gibson-Butte
Robert Giuffre
Al Gore
Ross Gow
Fred Graff
Philip Guderyon
REDACTED
Shannon Harrison
Stephen Hawking
Victoria Hazel
Brittany Henderson
Brett Jaffe
Michael Jackson
Carol Roberts Kess
Dr. Karen Kutikoff
Peter Listerman
George Lucas
Tony Lyons
Bob Meister
Jamie A. Melanson
Lynn Miller
Marvin Minsky
REDACTED
David Mullen
Joe Pagano
Mary Paluga
J. Stanley Pottinger
Joseph Recarey
Michael Reiter
Jason Richards
Bill Richardson
Sky Roberts
Scott Rothstein
Forest Sawyer
Doug Schoetlle
Kevin Spacey
Cecilia Stein
Mark Tafoya
Brent Tindall
Kevin Thompson
Donald Trump
Ed Tuttle
Emma Vaghan
Kimberly Vaughan-Edwards
Cresenda Valdes
Anthony Valladares
Maritza Vazquez
Vicky Ward
Jarred Weisfeld
Courtney Wild
Bruce Willis
Daniel Wilson
Andrew Albert Christian Edwards, Duke of York
#Jeffrey Epstein#Fanancier#List of Culprits#Ghislaine Maxwell#Mar-a-Lago#Palm Beach 🏝️ 🏖️#Florida#Donald J. Trump#Sex Offenders 😂😂😂#Bill Clinton#Andrew Albert Christian Edwards Duke of York
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After weeks of speculation and anticipation, many of the names of former associates, employees, friends and victims of deceased sex offender Jeffrey Epstein have been released.
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Many of those whose names appear in the documents released Wednesday aren't accused of wrongdoing or have been mentioned previously in legal proceedings or news accounts. The documents released Wednesday are not an Epstein "client list."
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Nearly 90 names were included in the documents, with four redacted:
1. Ghislaine Maxwell
2. Virginia Lee Roberts Giuffre
3. Kathy Alexander
4. Miles Alexander
5. James Michael Austrich
6. Philip Barden
7. REDACTED
8. Cate Blanchett
9. David Boies
10. Laura Boothe
11. Evelyn Boulet
12. Rebecca Boylan
13. Joshua Bunner
14. Naomi Campbell
15. Carolyn Casey
16. Paul Cassell
17. Sharon Churcher
18. Bill Clinton
19. David Copperfield
20. Alexandra Cousteau
21. Cameron Diaz
22. Leonardo DiCaprio
23. Alan Dershowitz
24. Dr. Mona Devanesan
25. REDACTED
26. Bradley Edwards
27. Amanda Ellison
28. Cimberly Espinosa
29. Jeffrey Epstein
30. Annie Farmer
31. Marie Farmer
32. Alexandra Fekkai
33. Crystal Figueroa
34. Anthony Figueroa
35. Louis Freeh
36. Eric Gany
37. Meg Garvin
38. Sheridan Gibson-Butte
39. Robert Giuffre
40. Al Gore
41. Ross Gow
42. Fred Graff
43. Philip Guderyon
44. REDACTED
45. Shannon Harrison
46. Stephen Hawking
47. Victoria Hazel
48. Brittany Henderson
49. Brett Jaffe
50. Michael Jackson
51. Carol Roberts Kess
52. Dr. Karen Kutikoff
53. Peter Listerman
54. George Lucas
55. Tony Lyons
56. Bob Meister
57. Jamie A. Melanson
58. Lynn Miller
59. Marvin Minsky
60. REDACTED
61. David Mullen
62. Joe Pagano
63. Mary Paluga
64. J. Stanley Pottinger
65. Joseph Recarey
66. Michael Reiter
67. Jason Richards
68. Bill Richardson
69. Sky Roberts
70. Scott Rothstein
71. Forest Sawyer
72. Doug Schoetlle
73. Kevin Spacey
74. Cecilia Stein
75. Mark Tafoya
76. Brent Tindall
77. Kevin Thompson
78. Donald Trump
79. Ed Tuttle
80. Emma Vaghan
81. Kimberly Vaughan-Edwards
82. Cresenda Valdes
83. Anthony Valladares
84. Maritza Vazquez
85. Vicky Ward
86. Jarred Weisfeld
87. Courtney Wild
88. Bruce Willis
89. Daniel Wilson
90. Andrew Albert Christian Edwards, Duke of York
#i bolded some of the names i recognised - i wonder what the nature of their association with him was?#radblr
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Who are named in Jeffrey Epstein documents? Big names like Bill Clinton, Naomi Campbell, Alan Dershowitz confirmed
The people whose names were revealed include sex abuse victims, litigation witnesses, Epstein’s employees, and people with a passing connection to the scandal
Hundreds of pages of documents from a lawsuit connected to Jeffrey Epstein have been publicly released. The list has mentioned big names like Prince Andrew, Bill Clinton, and Michael Jackson.
The names revealed were listed in court documents filed as part of accuser Virginia Giuffre's lawsuit against Ghislaine Maxwell. The names, before being unsealed, were listed in court papers as variants of J Doe. Many of the names had been previously revealed as well.
Notably, every individual named in the list is not accused of wrongdoing. The people whose names were revealed include sex abuse victims, litigation witnesses, Epstein's employees, and people with just a passing connection to the scandal. Some names were redacted.
Here is a list of big names that have been unsealed:
Ghislaine Maxwell
Virginia Lee Roberts Giuffre
Kathy Alexander
Miles Alexander
James Michael Austrich
Philip Barden
REDACTED
Cate Blanchett
David Boies
Laura Boothe
Evelyn Boulet
Rebecca Boylan
Joshua Bunner
Naomi Campbell
Carolyn Casey
Paul Cassell
Sharon Churcher
Bill Clinton
David Copperfield
Alexandra Cousteau
Cameron Diaz
Leonardo DiCaprio
Alan Dershowitz
Dr. Mona Devanesan
REDACTED
Bradley Edwards
Amanda Ellison
Cimberly Espinosa
Jeffrey Epstein
Annie Farmer
Marie Farmer
Alexandra Fekkai
Crystal Figueroa
Anthony Figueroa
Louis Freeh
Eric Gany
Meg Garvin
Sheridan Gibson-Butte
Robert Giuffre
Al Gore
Ross Gow
Fred Graff
Philip Guderyon
REDACTED
Shannon Harrison
Stephen Hawking
Victoria Hazel
Brittany Henderson
Brett Jaffe
Michael Jackson
Carol Roberts Kess
Dr. Karen Kutikoff
Peter Listerman
George Lucas
Tony Lyons
Bob Meister
Jamie A. Melanson
Lynn Miller
Marvin Minsky
REDACTED
David Mullen
Joe Pagano
Mary Paluga
J. Stanley Pottinger
Joseph Recarey
Michael Reiter
Jason Richards
Bill Richardson
Sky Roberts
Scott Rothstein
Forest Sawyer
Doug Schoetlle
Kevin Spacey
Cecilia Stein
Mark Tafoya
Brent Tindall
Kevin Thompson
Donald Trump
Ed Tuttle
Emma Vaghan
Kimberly Vaughan-Edwards
Cresenda Valdes
Anthony Valladares
Maritza Vazquez
Vicky Ward
Jarred Weisfeld
Courtney Wild
Bruce Willis
Daniel Wilson
Andrew Albert Christian Edwards, Duke of York
Epstein allegedly sexually assaulted multiple teenage girls. Some of his victims were as young as 14 years old, prosecutors have said. He committed the crimes at his homes in Manhattan; Palm Beach, Florida; and his private island near St. Thomas.
In 2019, federal prosecutors charged him with one count of sex trafficking conspiracy and one count of sex trafficking with underage females. Epstein died by suicide in his Manhattan jail cell about a month after being arrested, and the charges against him were thus dropped.
His partner Maxwell, who was also involved in the crimes, is now serving a 20-year prison sentence after being convicted in December 2021. She was accused of helping Epstein recruit and sexually abuse minor girls.
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OC Personality Sheet
Tagged by: @skullharvester and @coraptedata
Tagging: Anyone really lol
Trelane Powers
Alias: Trey, Lanny, Powergirl,
Gender: Female
Race: Black-White Biracial
Nationality: American
Age: 19 (in AU); 46 (in 2021)
DOB: May 12th 1975
Species: Human
Zodiac: Taurus; Rabbit (Chinese)
Abilities/Talents: Speaks like a million languages, can jerry rig even the most hopeless machines into working again, in tune with nature (speaks for the trees and all that), excellent marksmanship with her rifle (gift from her late father)
Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true
Religion: A free spirit (doesn't actually follow any religious code)
Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath
Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility/ justice / kindness / patience
Languages: English, Spanish (mainly Mexican variant), French, Japanese, German, Chinese Mandarin, Italian, and Korean.
Family: Robert (Bob, Bobby) Powers (father; deceased); Olivia Jones (mother; left at birth); Louie and Joyce Mitchell (foster family after father was murdered)
Friends: Erick Rothstein; Donovan Ross
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other
Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated
Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent
Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese / stocky
Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other
Eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other (cursed with heterochromia)
Skin: pale / fair (but tanned) / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other
Height: 5'5" / ~167cm
Weight: 120lbs. / ~54kg
Scars: One giant scar going down her back from left shoulder blade to right hip - a single swipe from a large grizzly bear she and her dad ran into on their property in Alaska. She still has the paw from the bear who nearly killed her and loves to brag about it.
Facial Features: Oval face, freckles all over, soft-Nubian nose, average-thick brows, big lips = big smiles :)
Tattoos: none (though Erick keeps pestering her about it)
Dogs or Cats? Dogs for all eternity. She has 2: a golden retriever named, Emily; a german shepard named, Vengeance. They’re the same age but she rescued them at different times.
Birds or Nugs? birds cus she doesnt know wtf a nug even is???
Snakes or Spiders? snakes though she doesnt mind spiders as long as they stay in their spaces.
Coffee or Tea? bean water
Ice Cream or Cake? ice cream. she likes to bite through it to freak out her friends.
Fruits or Vegetables? vegetables, as she grew up learning how to farm. Fruits can be too sugary for her if they’re from a Super Market.
Sandwich or Soup? Soups, as they’re hearty and good for the soul <3
Magic or Melee? Why is ranged not a choice?? >:I
Sword or Bow? oh there it is! Bow if she had to choose, but if it ever were an option: Gun. Always Gun. Gunbow perhaps?
Summer or Winter? Evolved with the capabilities to survive Alaskan winters in shorts and a tank top in a cabin with no internal heating system.
Spring or Autumn? Spring brings out new life and that means new meat to hunt!
The Past or The Future? Preferably the future. She doesn't like to look back because for her, it’s more bad memories than good.
Erick Rothstein
Alias: just Erick. don't call him ‘Rick’.
Gender: Male
Race: White
Nationality: German-American immigrant
Age: 18 in AU; 45 in 2021
DOB: September 11th 1975
Species: Human
Zodiac: Virgo; Rabbit (Chinese)
Abilities/Talents: Beautiful singing voice; voice actor; bendable; double-jointed
Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true
Religion: Agnostic if anything
Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath
Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility/ justice / kindness / patience
Languages: English, German, Spanish (as far as high school Spanish goes)
Family: Conrad Rothstein (Father; Incarcerated); Fernanda Brandt (Mother; Incarcerated); Alvaro/Louie Rothstein Mitchell(Paternal Uncle; Disowned runaway); Joyce Mitchell (Aunt by marriage); Kimberly Mitchell (Cousin); Chad Mitchell (Cousin)
Friends: Trelane Powers; Donovan Ross
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other
Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated
Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent
Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese / stocky
Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other (ginger)
Eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other
Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other
Height: 5'10" / ~155cm
Weight: 155lbs. / ~70kg
Scars: Do mental scars count? He does have scars on his back and legs all from a leather strap used by his parents. A few scars where his left kidney used to be when he got stabbed in the 90s after exiting a gay bar.
Facial Features: Oval and firm face, still got baby fat in some areas even in his 30s (lol), traditional Germanic pointed nose™
Tattoos: none (but he does want to get matching ones w/ Trey)
Dogs or Cats? Cats 100% as he is deathly afraid of dogs as they were used to torment him as a child. He does make an exception for both of Trey’s dogs, Emily and Vengeance however.
Birds or Nugs? tf is a nug?? Birds, he guesses.
Snakes or Spiders? Neither (same reason as dogs)
Coffee or Tea? coffee 80% of the time. He’ll save tea for when he’s sick and on really chilly nights.
Ice Cream or Cake? Cake. His teeth are far too sensitive for ice cream unless it’s in the form of ice cream bars.
Fruits or Vegetables? he’ll consume fruit for days. hates green vegetables, only likes the colorful ones.
Sandwich or Soup? both. likes small sandwiches to dip into hot soup. gooood shit.
Magic or Melee? if he can use magic to fashion himself a guitar out of existance, he’s sure to win the battle through sonnets.
Sword or Bow? Why the violence? :c Why cant we all sing together? (he’s a bard at heart if it wasn't clear enough)
Summer or Winter? Summer is nice and warm; winter is numb and cold :c
Spring or Autumn? Spring! Though he does love the color changes that Autumn brings. Not so much the beginning of chilled air though.
The Past or The Future? Past? what past? there is not passst hahaha only the future with friends and new family :’)
Donovan Ross
Alias: Donny, Don, D-man, Ross (school faculty)
Gender: Male
Race: Black
Nationality: American
Age: 21 in AU; 47 in 2021
DOB: August 1st 1973
Species: Human
Zodiac: Leo; Ox (Chinese)
Abilities/Talents:
Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true
Religion: Christianity
Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath
Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility/ justice / kindness / patience
Languages: English
Family: James Ross (Father); Roberta Wilson (Mother); Trixie Ross (Sister)
Friends: Trelane Powers; Donovan Ross; Elaina Heckathorne (Girlfriend)
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other
Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated
Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent
Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese / stocky
Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other
Eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other
Skin: pale / fair (but tanned) / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other
Height: 6'2" / ~188cm
Weight: 164lbs. / ~74kg
Scars:
Facial Features: baby fat all through childhood, then chiseled features with a square jaw in adult hood. Wide and slightly bulbous nose.
Tattoos: None
Dogs or Cats? Dogs, but only small or medium sized.
Birds or Nugs? uh, birds? the heck are nugs?
Snakes or Spiders? Neither!
Coffee or Tea? gotta be decafe, but either works
Ice Cream or Cake? why isnt pie an option? :c
Fruits or Vegetables? Veggies. He has to be careful w/ fruits cus he’s allergic to most citrus fruits and bananas.
Sandwich or Soup? A nice, big, fat sandwich to fill ‘er up B)
Magic or Melee? Magic. As big and athletic he seems, he’s more into using his brains than brawn.
Sword or Bow? Short sword if nothing else, maybe even a dagger as he can just pull it out quickly for some fast jabbing action.
Summer or Winter? despite being born in the dead of summer, he’s a wintery boy
Spring or Autumn? Autumn for the same reason as a lot of people. Loves the changes in both color and the air.
The Past or The Future? He always looks forward to a brighter future, but is fond of looking back on his past. He’s made some really good memories with the people he’s met. :)
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A Short History of Housing Segregation in America
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In this video for NPR, Gene Demby summarizes the history of housing segregation in America and how it's a factor for current differences in health (poorer), wealth (much less), education (underfunded), and policing (much more aggressive) for Black communities in US cities.
If you look at the way housing segregation works in America, you can see how things ended up this way. Once you see it, you won't be able to unsee it.
When you're talking about housing policy in America, Kimberly Jones' Monopoly analogy starts to sound a lot less metaphorical and more literal: if Black people cannot buy houses or can only buy houses on certain streets, they will not be able to build wealth like others can.
For more on housing segregation, check out historian Richard Rothstein's The Color of Law: A Forgotten History of How Our Government Segregated America. From a 2017 interview with Rothstein:
The federal government pursued two important policies in the mid-20th century that segregated metropolitan areas. One was the first civilian public housing program which frequently demolished integrated neighborhoods in order to create segregated public housing.
The second program that the federal government pursued was to subsidize the development of suburbs on a condition that they be only sold to white families and that the homes in those suburbs had deeds that prohibited resale to African-Americans. These two policies worked together to segregate metropolitan areas in ways that they otherwise would never have been segregated.
Rothstein talked about the book with Ta-Nehisi Coates during a conversation at Politics and Prose Bookstore.
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InSide-Liminale, Alice ed io, sosteniamo la causa del #blacklivesmatter.
Sia come individui che come collettivo di lavoro, siamo impegnati nella lotta contro qualsiasi tipologia di razzismo. Ci stiamo attivamente mettendo all’opera su come possiamo sostenere la nostra comunità sia negli Stati Uniti che a livello internazionale. E’ nostro compito interrogarci sul nostro rapporto con le questioni politiche, razziali ed economiche e indagare su come il nostro lavoro può portare verso il cambiamento. Non abbiamo delle risposte, ma vogliamo apportare il nostro contributo.
Queste sono alcune risorse che abbiamo raccolto e che vorremmo condividere con voi come strumento di sostegno e di apprendimento in merito al tema.
Articles:
“The Death of George Floyd, In Context,” by Jelani Cobb of The New Yorker
“Of Course There Are Protests. The State Is Failing Black People,” by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor for the New York Times
“This Is How Loved Ones Want Us To Remember George Floyd,” by Alisha Ebrahimji for CNN.
The New York Times Magazine’s award-winning The 1619 Project is as important as ever. Take some time to read (or re-read) the entire thing, particularly this essay by Nikole Hannah-Jones
“You shouldn’t need a Harvard degree to survive birdwatching while black,” by Samuel Getachew, a 17-year-old and the 2019 Oakland youth poet laureate, for the Washington Post
“It’s exhausting. How many hashtags will it take for all of America to see Black people as more than their skin color?” by Rita Omokha for Elle
“The Case for Reparations,” by Ta-Nehisi Coates for The Atlantic
“How to Make This Moment the Turning Point for Real Change,” by Barack Obama in Medium
Books:
The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America’s Great Migration by Isabel Wilkerson
Can we talk about race? Why are all the black kids sitting together in the cafeteria by Beverly Daniel Tatum
A Spectacular Secret: Lynching in American Life and Literature by Jacqueline Goldsby
The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander
So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo
Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah
How To Be An Antiracist by Ibram X. Kendi
White Fragility by Robin DiAngelo
Biased by Dr. Jennifer Eberhardt
Wilmington’s Lie: The Murderous Coup of 1898 and the Rise of White Supremacy by David Zucchino
Raising White Kids: Bringing Up Children In A Racially Unjust America by Jennifer Harvey
The Color of Law: A Forgotten History of How Our Government Segregated America by Richard Rothstein
The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin https://www.amazon.com/Fire-Next-Time-James-Baldwin/dp/067974472X
Books for Black Dance Legacy
Dancing the Black Question: The Phoenix Dance Company Phenomenon
By: Christy Adair
Performing Blackness: Enactments of African-American Modernism
By: Kimberly W. Benston
Dancing Many Drums: Excavations in African American Dance
By: Thomas DeFrantz
Dancing Revelations: Alvin Ailey’s Embodiment of African American Culture
By: Thomas DeFrantz
Marion D. Cuyjet and her Judimar School of Dance. Training Ballerinas in Black Philadelphia 1948-1971
By: Melanye White Dixon
African-American Performance and Theater History: A Critical Reader
By: Harry Justin Elam, David Krasner
The Royalty of Negro Vaudeville: The Whitman Sisters and the Negotiation of Race, Gender, Class in African American Theatre: 1900-1940
By: Nadine George-Graves
The Black Dancing Body: A Geography from Coon to Cool
By: Brenda Dixon Gottschild
The Black Tradition in American Dance
By: Richard A. Long, Joe Nash
Dancing in Blackness. A Memoir: The Life and Times of Halifu Osumare
By: Halifu Osumare
WHAT TO LISTEN TO
podcast episode with Jamie Foxx, Michael B. Jordan, and Bryan Stevenson about Just Mercy
1619, a New York Times Podcast, an audio series on how slavery has transformed America, connecting past and present through the oldest form of storytelling. Nikole Hannah-Jones
Still Processing, a New York Times culture podcast with Jenna Wortham and Wesley Morrison
Seeing White, a Scene on the Radio podcast
Code Switch, an NPR podcast tackling race from all angles
Jemele Hill is Unbothered, a podcast with award-winning journalist Jemele Hill
Hear To Slay, “the black feminist podcast of your dreams,” with Roxane Gay and Tressie McMillan Cottom
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'La La Land,' 'Stranger Things' and 'Atlanta' sweep 2017 PGA Awards
“La La Land” is easily sweeping up all the awards this year, but Netflix’s “Stranger Things” jumped in on the action along with “Atlanta” for the 28th annual Producers Guild Awards (PGA).
The musical comedy-drama went up against “Arrival,” “Deadpool,” “Fences,” “Hacksaw Ridge,” “Hell or High Water,” “Hidden Figures,” “Lion,” “Manchester by the Sea,” and “Moonlight,” but was able to come out the winner which was presented by Dustin Hoffman.
The guild recognized the candy-colored musical with its Darryl F. Zanuck Award for theatrical motion picture production Saturday, a prize that often precedes the best picture Academy Award. (Last year was an exception, when “The Big Short” won the guild award, while “Spotlight” got the Oscar.) The nominees for the guild’s top film prize echo Oscars’ best picture nominees this year, with the exception of “Deadpool,” which made the cut with producers but not the film academy.
But the guild’s celebration at the Beverly Hilton Hotel of the year’s outstanding film and television productions had a decidedly political tone, as President Donald Trump’s ban on refugees and visitors from several Muslim countries triggered protests in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas, Seattle and other cities.
“Our America is big, it is free, and it is open to dreamers of all races, all countries, all religions,” singer John Legend said as he introduced “La La Land” at Saturday’s untelevised ceremony. “Our vision of America is directly antithetical to that of President Trump. I want to specifically, tonight, reject his vision and affirm America has to be better than that.”
Ezra Edelman, producer and director of “O.J.: Made in America,” which claimed the guild’s documentary prize, echoed Legend’s sentiments.
“Please keep telling stories that are about our humanity,” he said.
Other winners Saturday included “Zootopia” for animated feature, “Atlanta” for episodic television comedy and “Stranger Things” for episodic TV drama.
Presenters included Justin Timberlake, Octavia Spencer, Taraji P. Henson, Nicole Kidman, Jeff Bridges, Kerry Washington, Robert De Niro and Martin Scorsese. Veteran producers James L. Brooks, Tom Rothman and Irwin Winkler received special awards.
Dustin Hoffman presented the night’s top prize. As producer Marc Platt accepted for “La La Land,” he said, “The power of cinema cannot be denied and has no borders … We must believe love can change our lives, much as it can change the world.”
Full List of 2017 Producers Guild Awards Winners:
The Darryl F. Zanuck Award for Outstanding Producer of Theatrical Motion Pictures:
• La La Land (WINNER)
Producers: Fred Berger, Jordan Horowitz, Marc Platt
• Arrival
Producers: Dan Levine, Shawn Levy, Aaron Ryder, David Linde
• Deadpool
Producers: Simon Kinberg, Ryan Reynolds, Lauren Shuler Donner
• Fences
Producers: Scott Rudin, Denzel Washington, Todd Black
• Hacksaw Ridge
Producers: Bill Mechanic, David Permut
• Hell or High Water
Producers: Carla Hacken, Julie Yorn
• Hidden Figures
Producers: Donna Gigliotti, Peter Chernin & Jenno Topping, Pharrell Williams, Theodore Melfi
• Lion
Producers: Emile Sherman & Iain Canning, Angie Fielder
• Manchester By the Sea
Producers: Matt Damon, Kimberly Steward, Chris Moore, Lauren Beck, Kevin Walsh
• Moonlight
Producers: Adele Romanski, Dede Gardner & Jeremy Kleiner
The Award for Outstanding Producer of Animated Theatrical Motion Pictures:
• Zootopia (WINNER)
Producer: Clark Spencer
• Finding Dory
Producer: Lindsey Collins
• Kubo and the Two Strings
Producers: Arianne Sutner, Travis Knight
• Moana
Producer: Osnat Shurer
• The Secret Life of Pets
Producers: Chris Meledandri, Janet Healy
The Award for Outstanding Producer of Documentary Theatrical Motion Pictures:
• O.J.: Made in America (WINNER)
Producers: Ezra Edelman, Caroline Waterlow
• Dancer
Producer: Gabrielle Tana
• The Eagle Huntress
Producers: Stacey Reiss, Otto Bell
• Life, Animated
Producers: Julie Goldman, Roger Ross Williams
• Tower
Producers: Keith Maitland, Susan Thomson, Megan Gilbride
The David L. Wolper Award for Outstanding Producer of Long-Form Television:
• The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story (Season 1) (WINNER)
Producers: Scott Alexander, Larry Karaszewski, Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, Nina Jacobson, Brad Simpson, D.V. DeVincentis, Anthony Hemingway, Alexis Martin Woodall, John Travolta, Chip Vucelich
• Black Mirror (Season 3)
Producers: Annabel Jones, Charlie Brooker
• The Night Manager (Season 1)
Producers: Simon Cornwell, Stephen Garrett, Stephen Cornwell, Hugh Laurie, Tom Hiddleston, Susanne Bier, David Farr, John le Carré, William D. Johnson, Alexei Boltho, Rob Bullock
• The Night Of
Producers: Steven Zaillian, Richard Price, Jane Tranter, Garrett Basch, Scott Ferguson
• Sherlock: The Abominable Bride
Producers: Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat, Sue Vertue, Beryl Vertue
The Award for Outstanding Sports Program:
• VICE World of Sports (Season 1) (WINNER — TIE)
• Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel (Season 22) (WINNER — TIE)
• E:60 (2016)
• The Fight Game with Jim Lampley: A Tribute to Muhammad Ali
• Hard Knocks: Training Camp with the Los Angeles Rams (Season 11)
The Award for Outstanding Digital Series:
• Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee (Season 7, Season 8) (WINNER)
• 30 for 30 Shorts (Season 5)
• Epic Rap Battles of History (Season 5)
• Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: ACADEMY (Season 1)
• National Endowment for the Arts: United States of Arts
The Norman Felton Award for Outstanding Producer of Episodic Television, Drama:
• Stranger Things (Season 1) (WINNER)
Producers: Matt Duffer, Ross Duffer, Shawn Levy, Dan Cohen, Iain Paterson
• Better Call Saul (Season 2)
Producers: Vince Gilligan, Peter Gould, Melissa Bernstein, Mark Johnson, Thomas Schnauz, Gennifer Hutchison, Nina Jack, Robin Sweet, Diane Mercer, Bob Odenkirk
• Game of Thrones (Season 6)
Producers: David Benioff, D.B. Weiss, Bernadette Caulfield, Frank Doelger, Carolyn Strauss, Bryan Cogman, Lisa McAtackney, Chris Newman, Greg Spence
• House of Cards (Season 4)
Producers: Beau Willimon, Dana Brunetti, Michael Dobbs, Josh Donen, David Fincher, Eric Roth, Kevin Spacey, Robin Wright, John Mankiewicz, Robert Zotnowski, Jay Carson, Frank Pugliese, Boris Malden, Hameed Shaukat
• Westworld (Season 1)
Producers: J.J. Abrams, Jonathan Nolan, Lisa Joy, Bryan Burk, Athena Wickham, Kathy Lingg, Richard J. Lewis, Roberto Patino, Katherine Lingenfelter, Cherylanne Martin
The Danny Thomas Award for Outstanding Producer of Episodic Television, Comedy:
• Atlanta (Season 1) (WINNER)
Producers: Donald Glover, Dianne McGunigle, Paul Simms, Hiro Murai, Alex Orr
• black-ish (Season 2)
Producers: Kenya Barris, Jonathan Groff, Anthony Anderson, Laurence Fishburne, Helen Sugland, E. Brian Dobbins, Vijal Patel, Gail Lerner, Corey Nickerson, Courtney Lilly, Lindsey Shockley, Peter Saji, Jenifer Rice-Genzuk Henry, Hale Rothstein, Michael Petok, Yvette Lee Bowser
• Modern Family (Season 7)
Producers: Steven Levitan, Christopher Lloyd, Paul Corrigan, Abraham Higginbotham, Elaine Ko, Jeff Morton, Jeffrey Richman, Brad Walsh, Danny Zuker, Vali Chandrasekaran, Andy Gordon, Vanessa McCarthy, Jon Pollack, Chuck Tatham, Chris Smirnoff, Sally Young
• Silicon Valley (Season 3)
Producers: Mike Judge, Alec Berg, Jim Kleverweis, Clay Tarver, Dan O’Keefe, Michael Rotenberg, Tom Lassally, John Levenstein, Ron Weiner, Carrie Kemper, Adam Countee
• Veep (Season 5)
Producers: David Mandel, Frank Rich, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Lew Morton, Morgan Sackett, Sean Gray, Peter Huyck, Alex Gregory, Jim Margolis, Georgia Pritchett, Will Smith, Chris Addison, Rachel Axler, David Hyman, Erik Kenward, Billy Kimball, Steve Koren
The Award for Outstanding Producer of Non-Fiction Television:
• Making a Murderer (Season 1) (WINNER)
Producers: Laura Ricciardi, Moira Demos
• 30 for 30 (Season 7)
Producers: Connor Schell, John Dahl, Libby Geist, Bill Simmons, Erin Leyden, Gentry Kirby, Andrew Billman, Marquis Daisy, Deirdre Fenton
• 60 Minutes (Season 48, Season 49)
Producers: Jeff Fager
• Anthony Bourdain Parts Unknown (Season 5-8)
Producers: Anthony Bourdain, Christopher Collins, Lydia Tenaglia, Sandra Zweig
• Hamilton’s America
Producers: Alex Horwitz, Nicole Pusateri, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Jeffrey Seller, Dave Sirulnick, Jon Kamen, Justin Wilkes
The Award for Outstanding Producer of Competition Television:
• The Voice (Season 9-11) (WINNER)
Producers: Audrey Morrissey, Jay Bienstock, Mark Burnett, John de Mol, Chad Hines, Lee Metzger, Kyra Thompson, Mike Yurchuk, Amanda Zucker, Carson Daly
• The Amazing Race (Season 27, Season 28)
Producers: Jerry Bruckheimer, Bertram van Munster, Jonathan Littman, Elise Doganieri, Mark Vertullo
• American Ninja Warrior (Season 7, Season 8)
Producers: Arthur Smith, Kent Weed, Anthony Storm, Brian Richardson, Kristen Stabile, David Markus, J.D. Pruess, D. Max Poris, Zayna Abi-Hashim, Royce Toni, John, Gunn, Matt Silverberg, Briana Vowels, Mason Funk, Jonathan Provost
• Lip Sync Battle (Season 1, Season 2)
Producers: Casey Patterson, Jay Peterson, John Krasinski, Stephen Merchant, Leah Gonzalez, Genna Gintzig, LL Cool J
• Top Chef (Season 13)
Producers: Daniel Cutforth, Jane Lipsitz, Doneen Arquines, Tom Colicchio, Casey Kriley, Padma Lakshmi, Tara Siener, Erica Ross, Patrick Schmedeman, Wade Sheeler, Ellie Carbajal
The Award for Outstanding Producer of Live Entertainment & Talk Television:
• Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (Season 3) (WINNER)
Producers: Tim Carvell, John Oliver, Liz Stanton
• Full Frontal with Samantha Bee (Season 1)
Producers: Samantha Bee, Jo Miller, Jason Jones, Tony Hernandez, Miles Kahn, Pat King, Alison Camillo, Kristen Everman
• The Late Late Show with James Corden (Season 2)
Producers: Ben Winston, Rob Crabbe, Mike Gibbons, Amy Ozols, Sheila Rogers, Michael Kaplan, Jeff Kopp, James Longman, Josie Cliff, James Corden
• Real Time with Bill Maher (Season 14)
Producers: Bill Maher, Scott Carter, Sheila Griffiths, Marc Gurvitz, Billy Martin, Dean E. Johnsen, Chris Kelly, Matt Wood
• Saturday Night Live (Season 42)
Producers: Lorne Michaels, Steve Higgins, Erik Kenward, Lindsay Shookus, Erin Doyle, Ken Aymong
The Award for Outstanding Children’s Program:
• Sesame Street (Season 46) (WINNER)
• Girl Meets World (Season 2, Season 3)
• Octonauts (Season 4)
• School of Rock (Season 1)
• SpongeBob SquarePants (Season 9)
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Oil spikes on report the US will end Iran oil waivers. West Texas Intermediate crude oil climbed 2.4% to $65.50 a barrel Monday early morning following Bloomberg claimed the US will close waivers that allow for some countries, like China and India, to acquire Iranian oil devoid of dealing with sanctions.
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Tesla shakes up its board. 4 board customers (Brad Buss, Linda Rice, Steve Jurvetson, and Antonio Gracias) will leave their posts the moment their phrases have finished, the electrical-vehicle maker declared on Friday.
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A major-ranked prosperity supervisor explains a huge strategic shift she built soon after 20 several years of results. Rebecca Rothstein, who manages $3.8 billion for the ultra-rich, describes why she made a decision to devote in shares practically exclusively by way of exchange-traded funds.
Most of Europe is closed for Easter Monday. China’s Shanghai Composite (-1.7%) led the losses in Asia even though the S&P 500 was established to open up little changed close to 2,907.
Earnings reporting picks up. Halliburton and Kimberly-Clark will report forward of the opening bell while Whirlpool releases its quarterly benefits soon after markets near.
US economic info is mild. Current home gross sales will cross the wires at 8:30 a.m. ET. The US 10-12 months yield was up 1 basis issue at 2.57%.
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A/N: Happy Monday! How we all holding up before the holidays?
Warnings: none, spoilers for Yoü & I
Two weeks into the tour, Catch the Caper had already blitzed through the western part of Europe, gracing audiences night after night in packed venues. Whether it was intimate smaller settings or grand arenas, the days seemed to never end, and the nights even more so. Prior to this, the band had spent nearly four years as opening acts for other groups, but looking back, they now chuckled at how comparatively relaxed those times felt. Sleep remained elusive, with hours scattered between late nights and the constant struggle of jet lag. Just as they started to settle into one time zone, it was time to hop on another flight within Europe. The relentless schedule was undeniably challenging, yet this time, the band members were seasoned veterans of the tour, and their camaraderie had grown even stronger.
Their hotel in Belgium had a beautiful breakfast spread in the dining hall; scrambled eggs, sausages, fresh cut fruits and -- of course, some of the most spectacular waffles the girls had ever had. However, Kimberly didn't feel very hungry this morning. She attributed it to jet lag, possibly exacerbated by the mere three or four hours of sleep she managed to get earlier, not to mention the drinks the girls had enjoyed before. Nevertheless, it was hard to ignore the subtle trembling of her leg as it rested against the side of her chair, or how her eyes darted occasionally to her phone screen whenever it flickered beside her plate.
She glanced ahead at Chloe, endeared to watch the drummer wolf down what was likely her third waffle of the morning. Beside her Maria was half asleep in her chair while Charlotte had her pen and notebook out, scribbling furiously as though she was cramming for a school term paper. The last time she saw Charlotte so immersed in that notebook, she had been piecing together the words that would eventually lead to their current platinum album.
Pretty much done with her plate, Kimberly called out to the drummer, "Hey, Chloe..." she held up her plate for her, offering her what was left, "Here,"
Chloe glanced up between bites, scrambling as she too lifted up her plate and clinked the edge with Kimberly's. The other two girls watched the pair with curiosity while the bassist glowered at her friend.
"What're you doing?" she asked.
"Cheers," Chloe replied.
Kimberly nearly burst out laughing, "Girl, take the bacon," she simpered. Charlotte snorted and Maria shook her head as Chloe laughed sheepishly.
"I thought you wanted to cheers plates!" she said.
"The last time we cheered plates we were in the tenth grade, celebrating our passing the regents exams," Kimberly replied.
"Yeah, we couldn't cheers with soda because they took away the vending machines," Charlotte reminisced.
"Because Max Popkin was dumb enough to think tying a string to a coin and yanking it out like a yo-yo was fool-proof," Chloe chuckled.
Kimberly shook her head, "Certainly wasn't laughing when they had to call EMTs when the gears caught the string,"
Charlotte grimaced, "And he nearly lost his finger from lack of blood flow... I know," she groaned.
"It always takes one idiot to ruin it for the rest of us," Chloe replied, glancing over at the guitarist, "Right Maria?" she nudged her when she noticed how quiet she'd been, "Maria?" she glowered however when she realized Maria had fallen asleep, "What -- is she serious?"
"Oh, leave her alone," Charlotte replied, nudging her under the table, "She's jet lagged,"
"She's not jet lagged, she's just never been a morning person," Kimberly chuckled, reaching over to jostle her, "Maria, c'mon. You can sleep on the plane,"
Maria gave a semblance of a grumble back, a least the girls knew she was on the brink of consciousness.
Out of nowhere, Kimberly's phone vibrated, and her gaze swiftly shifted to the screen. Her heart sank, though, as she realized it was just a Twitter notification.
"You expecting a call?" Charlotte asked.
"Darius was supposed to call before his shift at the club," Kimberly replied, her tone laced with dejection.
"Maybe he forgot?" Chloe suggested, "Is that a forgivable offence? Absolutely not, which is why when he remembers to call you give him the whole 'oh that's okay dear' schpiel and post the sexiest thirst trap you can muster,"
Charlotte glowered at her, "And what exactly does that achieve?" she asked.
"A little thing I like to call long-distance guilt," Chloe replied smugly.
Between them Maria suddenly grumbled, "Que pendejo," she didn't make haste to move from her seat nor open her eyes.
"Oh, so she is awake!" Chloe gawked.
Maria popped an eye open, "Well, how am I supposed to sleep with you three bullshitting about yo-yos and slacker boyfriends?"
Kimberly rolled her eyes, "C'mon, Maria. You know he's not a slacker," she replied.
"Not in all departments, just in the department where he suddenly forgets to call you four nights in a row after he promised he would. You've only been gone two weeks, and he's slipping already?" she pointed out, crossing her arms and shutting her eyes and she tried to tuck in again. One thing that bothered Kimberly was Maria's knack for delivering the truth in a way that could be a bit too blunt to swallow. Nonetheless, more often than not, Maria's bluntness carried a valid point, and it was no different this time.
Charlotte shook her arm, "No -- c'mon! You can sleep on the plane!" she urged, much to Maria's chagrin. She then turned to Kimberly, "Kim, why don't you just call Darius?"
"I did yesterday. We had a five minute conversation before he had to rush off to his class and all we talked about was meal prep planning," she huffed, "And he promised he'd call me later before his shift, which if you reverse eight hours should've been about fifteen minutes ago!"
Chloe scoffed, "Shall I grab a collar and bone to match his dog house?" she asked.
"Maybe he really is just swamped?" Charlotte interjected, trying to play devil's advocate, "I mean, he works two jobs and he's putting himself through college! He's not exactly whacking stones with sticks,"
Maria glanced knowingly at the mousy brunette, "And two summers ago, Melody Catana wasn't meddling in our band's private dynamics; do I have that correct?"
Charlotte glowered back, "Okay, that's not the same thing,"
"The hell it wasn't: there was a massive breach of trust," Maria said.
"Maria," Kimberly finally called out, "It's fine. I know how busy Darius was even before we left, I shouldn't be expecting so much out of him,"
Chloe raised a brow, "Girl, you're starting to sound as wimpy as 2015-Charlotte,"
"Hey!" Charlotte snapped back.
"She has a point, Lottie," Maria interjected, "We wouldn't dare let you accept Ben's complacency for standards, so why shouldn't we do the same for Kimberly?" she was referring to Charlotte's previous boyfriend from three years ago, a period in which none of them looked fondly upon.
"It's okay, you guys," Kimberly assured them, deciding to tuck her phone into her pocket, "I'll try calling him when we get to Vienna,"
"No, don't," Charlotte decided then, "They're right. You called him yesterday, he blew you off. So, if he said he would, then he should be calling you back,"
Chloe beamed from across the table, "I knew we did a bang-up job on you," she said. Charlotte simpered back as she sipped her tea.
Maria reached across the table for Kimberly's hand, giving her a gentle squeeze, "You know we're not saying this to make you feel bad, right? We know you deserve to be treated like the queen you fucking are," she assured her, "And I hate seeing you tie yourself into knots every time that phone goes off,"
Kimberly nodded back, the concern in her friends' eyes so clear, but she knew they didn't need to be worried. Or so... that was what she told herself in the moment, "It's okay. I promise you guys, I'm fine. I'd probably feel better if I got more than four hours of sleep, but you know..."
"We can sleep on the plane," Charlotte assured them.
"Are we sure we should be?" Chloe asked, continuing to cut her waffle into pieces, "Apparently forcing yourself to stay awake on long flights helps you readjust to the new time zone,"
"We're not flying to Tanzania," Charlotte replied, "Vienna's a puddle jump away. Where did you get that?"
"I read it somewhere," Chloe replied simply.
Kimberly glowered at the drummer, "You read it somewhere? Was it the same author of all your phony phrase books that we ended up burning?" she asked.
Maria chuckled as she sipped her coffee "Oh, come on, Kim! Those phrase books were friggin' gold! Remember how 'Hello, how are you?' translated to 'Watch out for the dancing moles' in Italy?"
Charlotte grinned, nodding in agreement, "Yeah, and 'Where is the restroom?' somehow became 'Your aunt rides a unicycle' in German,"
Kimberly snorted back, "My favourite is still 'Thank you for the delicious shirts' in Japanese,"
The other two laughed in unison as Chloe slumped in her seat, shaking her head begrudgingly as she at her waffles, "Shaddup..."
Namjoon sat with his back to the cold wood of the bench, the soft breeze cascading across his as he listened to the speakers in his ears. He stayed relatively anonymous all bundled up in his coat and hat, small groups of people passing by without so much as giving him a second glance. Seoul was cloudy and fairly cold that morning and work load was relatively light today, so when his phone rang just as he grabbed his breakfast he didn't hesitate to answer it. They'd been on the phone for about half an hour now.
He hummed as he crumpled the wrapper from his egg sandwich, hearing Kimberly's simper ring in his ears, "Was that good?"
"Friggin' delicious," he nodded, feeling a little ridiculous because of course she couldn't see him, "What did you have for dinner?"
Kimberly meanwhile was sitting on the small terrace of her Viennese hotel room, the nightlife echoing close beneath her as the time approached 1am. The show tonight had gone by in a blur, and despite her fatigue, she still found it difficult to fall asleep.
"Veal schnitzel with mashed potatoes and veggies. It's funny, I don't ever really eat veal when I'm home, but when I'm in Europe... " she replied with a laugh.
"That sounds amazing," he awed, "Yeah, I don't know what it is about the meat in Europe but it just... it tastes better,"
"Probably all those deep rolling hills... and butter and salt," she yawned back. The show tonight had gone by in a blur, and despite her fatigue, Kimberly still found it difficult to fall asleep. There was no problem for Maria of course as she slept as soundly as a log in the room.
Namjoon grinned to himself, "Do you wanna' go to sleep?"
"No, no! I'm okay," she assured him, "I wanna' hear about your day,"
"My day hasn't started yet," he chuckled. His voice was soft and quiet and she could pick out the faint blares of passing traffic and external conversations mixed with the hollering of the night's horizon.
"Okay then, tell me what you plan to do today," she decided.
Namjoon counted off the list of to-dos he had to look forward to, studio time, dance rehearsals, an evening workout to blow off some steam and hoping to have some personal time to focus on his album, "The mixing's almost done, and I'm meeting with my artist tomorrow for the final draft of the cover," she could hear his nails tapping across his screen, probably flitting through his schedule.
Her curiosity wandered further as she could only imagine what he could've been spinning in his studio, "Am I still on the mailing list?" she asked, her voice teetering jokingly.
"Are you kidding? You're top of the list, Kimberly," he replied, dimples poking into the sides of his cheeks as he smiled.
"I'm honoured," she awed.
"You're coming to Korea in April, right?"
"End of April, yeah,"
"Well, maybe I'll have enough finished to give you a little preview?"
She laughed bashfully, the sound erupting through his headphones in a way that made Namjoon's heart flutter, "You don't have to do that, Joon,"
"Why? You're no good at keeping secrets?" he cocked a brow as he teased her.
She scoffed back, "On the contrary: I'm very secretive. I used to massacre the others whenever we played Mafia,"
"Mafia?"
"Yeah, you know the party game...?" she tried to muster the words to explain coherently, "One or two people are the quote-on-quote Mafia who kill the villagers at night, and the villagers have to figure out who the Mafia is before they're all killed,"
"Oh, right, right! Well in that case, we have nothing to worry about," he chuckled back.
"Speaking of April, are you still coming to our show?" she asked.
Namjoon tsked back, "You haven't invited me,"
"What?" she chuckled with bemusement.
"You said you were coming to Seoul, that was all," he replied.
"I thought my manager forwarded the details to yours?"
"She did. But you never explicitly invited me,"
Kimberly smiled at his teasing tone, shaking her head to herself as the realization dawned on her, "Kim Namjoon, you are cordially invited to Catch the Caper's show in Seoul this April," she announced, already able to picture his pursing lips as he smirked.
"I'll check my calendar," he replied.
"Well, don't let me twist your arm or anything," she simpered.
He laughed off her comment, shivering and pulling his jacket tighter as the breeze drifted over the river. Namjoon couldn't wait for the seasons to change, longing for the weather's warmth to arrive and unveil the delicate hues of cherry blossoms in vibrant pinks and reds. Spring symbolized the prospect of reuniting with Kimberly—an opportunity to engage in meaningful conversations, savor moments together, bask in her contagious energy and intellect. He was ready to embrace the idea that if friendship was the extent of what he could have, he would cherish it wholeheartedly.
Kimberly yawned into her fist, the trail of her waining voice floated through the speaker, "You want to go to bed?" Namjoon asked her.
"I guess I should," she sighed, "Amsterdam's tomorrow, and I can't be looking like a demon that crawled out from under the pits of hell,"
"What're you talking about, Kim?" he chuckled back, "You look great without even trying," She could tell he was being genuine in his words but nevertheless, his comment made her laugh.
"You might disagree if you saw me right now," she simpered back.
"I highly doubt that," he replied, his tone confident and soothing.
"I'll talk to you later, Joon," she hummed, "Have a good day,"
"And you get a good sleep. I'll talk to you later,"
With a grin, Namjoon concluded the call with a brief yet sweet goodbye, his heart pulsating with anticipation as April drew closer. He pondered whether he'd be ready to meet her again, if he could resist dissecting every intricate detail about her, and if he could prevent himself from falling even deeper for her.
Separately, Kimberly lingered on the terrace after the call had ended, hesitating to retreat indoors. Uncertainty lingered about, her deep, dark eyes fixed on the empty expanse of the horizon, her heart heavy. She had long acknowledged her fondness for talking with Namjoon, relishing every fragment of him that remained hidden from the world's prying gaze. However, amidst this connection, doubts crept in; she questioned whether she was exploiting him as a captivating distraction, compensating for the attention lacking in her relationship with Darius. Waves of guilt crashed over her, reminding her she should have known better — acknowledging the challenges of long distance and erratic schedules in any relationship she pursued within her rock-n-roll lifestyle. Yet, did that imply being disregarded altogether? And why was someone from an entirely different continent displaying more enthusiasm to converse with her than her own boyfriend?
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A/N: Hello, this is another new project I've had lurking in the scenes for a while. It's meant to serve as a sequel to Yoü & I, though it works as a definite stand alone. I have this vice where I love putting a lot of angst in my stories -- mostly the "will they won't they" plot line tangled with challenging personal comforts or societal expectations and this story will have a lot of that. I hope you all like it, and any new readers I can bring to my platform are more than welcome to hang out, come chat, pop open a soda if you like :)
Summary: When BTS made their American debut, Namjoon was expecting throngs of screaming fans swarming the stadiums; he was expecting intense media coverage, three or four hours of sleep per night, and his boys’ endless shenanigans. He wasn't expecting to become captivated by Kimberly Rothstein on stage, the bassist for the then up-and-coming girl band taking the world by storm.
Purple text is Korean
Warnings: none yet, future spoilers for Yoü & I
November 19th, 2017
Namjoon was seriously beginning to regret wearing his leather jacket.
It was still light outside as they posed for pictures on the carpet and the sun was burning more intensely than he had prepared for. He was left feeling stifled and uncomfortable, a sharp contrast to the cool dressing room he was getting ready in an hour ago. Namjoon was grateful at least he'd remembered to wear a pair of comfortable shoes for the carpet photos, the band had already been standing out there for well over thirty minutes, shuffling between flashing cameras to three-minute interviews.
Stepping inside was an instant cooling relief. He puffed his hair off his forehead by the time they were in the venue, annoyed as his hair product wasn't holding like it should've. He wondered what he'd look like if he buzzed all of his hair off or changed his style completely. As they were ushered over to their seats, Namjoon was considering their upcoming performance, mentally making notes off all his own weak points to ensure everything ran smoothly. This was their American debut after all, everything had to be just perfect.
"Do they serve snacks?" Jungkook asked, gazing around the room at the throngs of people filing in. Namjoon wasn't sure if he was looking for a particular celebrity or a concession stand.
Taehyung bumped him, "What, you think we're at the movies?" he scolded.
Jimin piped in, "They serve 'em at sports arenas!"
"This isn't a sports arena, guys!" Namjoon scolded them, "Besides, we already ate at the hotel, and we can eat after the show,"
"But --!" Jungkook began, though he relented when Namjoon gave him the look. The look that reminded him that he, all of them, had to be professional. Jungkook sat back in his seat.
Hobi nudged the younger boy, pulling a bag of trail mix out of his pocket, "Don't worry, I got us covered," he smiled as Jungkook's face lit up.
Namjoon couldn't help but snigger at them, lifting his gaze back to the stage, his knee was bouncing as he was eager to see the show proceed on. More people were filing in in front of them, some more famous faces he recognized, some he didn't.
In the row before them a group of four girls shuffled their way in, their chatter lost in the buzz around them. The first was a striking Latina, Namjoon could assume she was the leader of the group from the way she carried herself, slipped past people to make a trail for her girls. Behind her was a mousy brunette, slender and unassuming, she appeared quite shy as she held herself whilst following the first girl. Her friend in behind had brightly dyed hair, half neon green half fiery pink, holding hands with the last girl behind her. Namjoon swallowed hard when he got a look at her.
He knew it could have only lasted for a few seconds, that there was no way in which the consistency of time could have altered for him and his own sudden and ridiculous infatuation, he could have sworn then, just for a moment, as he laid eyes on her for the first time, that all the chaos fell deadly still around him and begged him to notice her.
And notice her he did.
Her captivating smile and the tiny creases around her eyes as she laughed at her friend's joke drew him in instantly. Her thick burnt chestnut curls bounced loosely around her shoulders, the strobing purple lights were complimented against her dark complexion.
The girls came to a stop right in front of them and took their seats. As if she could feel the way in which he took her in, she slowly turned to face him, catching Namjoon off guard. He blinked once or twice, just to have something to do besides marvel at her and bit the inside of his cheek to confirm he wasn't dreaming, but now certain that she was looking at him, that her smile was for him -- he just about melted.
He studied the details of her heart-shaped face. Her brown eyes held a particular glimmer to them, her lips full, naturally deep pink in color and her delicate nose piercing twinkled under the light. She had a button nose and thin but smart eyebrows which framed her face perfectly. She wore a little black dress, the material of the skirt hugged her shape perfectly, the top half of her covered by a cropped leather jacket with big, clunky pinned adorning the right sleeve.
There was an abundant softness about her that made him inhale sharply, a gentility that made him feel as if he'd damage her from the intensity of his stare though she still gave off an ember of effervescent vibrance when she turned the corners of her lips up in a soft smile, his heart thudding against his ribcage just from the bravery in the way she held his gaze.
"Woah!" the girl in front of her suddenly gaped, breaking Namjoon out of his spell, "You guys are BTS, right?" the two girls in front of her turned around as well.
She was speaking in front of Suga, the shyer blonde looked both ways before nodding sheepishly, "Uh... yes! Yes," he then looked to Namjoon.
Clearing his throat, Namjoon spoke, "Sorry, they don't speak much English. Yeah, that's us," he nodded to the four of them.
The neon girl shook her other friend's shoulder, "Girl, remember I told you about these guys? They're the big boyband from Korea!"
The mousy brunette lit up, "Oh, right! Nice to meet you guys!"
Jimin looked up at her, leaning forward in his seat, " -- You too," he nodded, beaming with his big, toothy grin at her, "... You are... very... beautiful,"
The brunette giggled, flattered and taken aback, clinging to the back of her seat so she could face him properly, "Thank you. So are you," she awed. Jimin exclaimed happily, thanking her bashfully.
Neon girl turned back to Namjoon, "Is this your first time in America?" she asked.
"No, but this'll be our first performance on a big --" he waved his hands at the stage, "TV show like this,"
"I bet you guys will do great," the last girl finally spoke, her voice crisp and honeyed as she continued to smile at him.
"Thank you," he smiled back, forcing as much confidence into his voice as he could, holding out his hand, "Namjoon,"
"Kimberly," she reached forward to shake his hand, then looked to her friends, "And this is Chloe, Charlotte, and Maria," she listed her girls off by order. Maria was at the end, already piecing together some conversation with Jungkook and Taehyung.
He introduced his bandmates as well, he was hit with the sudden awareness that he was experiencing one of those grand moments which you were supposed to fully absorb and remember every detail of, pay attention to every sense so that you could recall or retell it when you were nostalgic, when you missed it, longed for the time and place of that situation instead, but he couldn't focus properly.
"You guys are a band?" he asked.
Hobi awed at him as the words barely left his mouth, "Of course they're a band! They're Catch the Caper you dummy!" he scolded.
Namjoon glowered at him, "Well, I don't know that, I'm just making conversation," he replied, "You wanna' try?"
Hobi looked at Kimberly and Chloe, but he shook his head, laughing bashfully, "No. My English not good,"
"I think you're doing just swell," Chloe replied, turning to Namjoon, "How do you say 'good job' in Korean?"
Namjoon simpered, "Jalhaess-eoyo,"
Chloe opened her mouth but closed it swiftly, shaking her head, "Mm, nope. I'm gonna' insult somebody," she chuckled as she pulled out her phone and swiped for the translate app, "Here, we'll do this instead,"
Kimberly turned back to Namjoon, smiling bashfully, "You're lucky. You missed out on her Rosetta Stone phase when we were in Japan," she said, leaning forward against her chair back, "And to answer your previous question: we are Catch the Caper. Perhaps you've heard of us?"
"I'm ashamed to say I have not. But I guess we'll fix that, right?" he didn't mean to come off so cocky, it had just sort of slipped out as a defence mechanism against the nervous knotting in his stomach, but he admired a firm nod to show that he was happy in his choice, ignored Suga's snigger from the left and tried to keep up the act of being unfazed by her.
Kimberly raised her eyebrows and suppressed a giggle that was fighting to make it easy out at the way he drawled his words, every syllable touched by confidence and a slight hint of his accent. His lips pulled into a challenging smirk; his bravado was undeniable, but she couldn't help but think he was contrastingly soft at the same time, each consuming feature of him seemingly met with a delicate counterpart.
"I hope so,"
She knew who he was as Chloe had gone on and on about him and the rest of BTS, she knew what to expect, though he still managed to take her completely by surprise, his voice and presence she found exciting all at once. His hair was perfectly messy, buzzed shorter in the back and dyed honey blonde given his dark roots, the longer strands falling over his sharp brown eyes that were inquisitive and clearly studying her back. He wore a black t-shirt that was cut just below his collar bones, black jeans and a leather jacket, and a simple silver ring on his finger. She had felt it, the cool of the metal pressing against her palm when she shook his hand.
"Anybody you hoping to meet tonight?" he asked her.
Kimberly tilted her head as she thought about it, "If I can muster the courage... Diana Ross. But if I can't, I'll settle for Selena Gomez,"
Namjoon's eyes went wide, "Wait, Diana Ross is here?" he glanced around at the front of the stage.
She glanced behind her momentarily, "They're honouring her tonight. I wanna' go say 'hi' later but I'm not sure..." she shrugged sheepishly, turning her attention back to Namjoon with a flick of her head and tried not to get caught up in his eyes.
"I'll go with you later, if you like," he offered, the words left him before he could even reason with himself.
Kimberly chuckled, "Maybe, sure," she couldn't tell whether he was kidding with her or he was serious, nevertheless decided that it was simply wishful thinking.
"So, I know this one's a fan," he nodded to Chloe, who was wrapped up in a google translate conversation with Hobi, "Do you know our music?" Kimberly titled her head into her palm to respond.
"Well, Chlo's been playing your record almost every second of every day," she replied, "And she showed me a few videos. Do you really dance that fast?"
"You don't think we can?" he raised a brow, his tone coming off teasing.
"I never said that," she chuckled back, "But she showed me some of the moves for... oh gosh, what was it? There was a lot of like --" she started bouncing her shoulders and moving her arms up and down, not quite as stiffly as a robot.
Namjoon knew he could never perform Not Today the same way after seeing the enthusiasm in her eyes, could picture her in the crowd or at the side of the stage, her hips moving to the beat. He wondered then if he'd be able to see her from the stage tonight, if she'd keep that fearless eye contact that was slowly driving him crazy.
"I think that's the dance for Not Today," he nodded.
"Yeah, that was it!" she replied, her lips twitching with playfulness, "And I think I did not too bad of a job,"
"Not bad at all," he chuckled, "Maybe you could come do back up for us one of these days?"
Kimberly's cheeks were still burning but she gave him a tentative smile. She could tell from the corner of her eye that Maria and Charlotte were watching her, likely smirking to themselves.
"Well, I'll be here if you ever need to call out, Namjoon," she replied.
He was convinced his heart was going to crack his ribs just from the way it pounded in his chest when she said his name, the way it rolled off of her tongue and sounded more interesting that he'd ever considered it to be.
"I like that you don't know everything, though," he marvelled softly, clearing his throat again, "Means the show will be a bit of a surprise,"
She nodded back like she understood him, about to tell him she was excited to watch him perform when the lights began to dim and the ushers called out for everyone to take their seats. The show was about to start. Nevertheless, Kimberly leaned further over the chair backing to mutter quickly to him;
"I can't wait to see it," she turned around properly in her seat, as did the rest of the girls, and sat back as the opener was about to hit the stage. Namjoon tried to relax in his chair, flinching as he felt Hobi elbow him.
"She likes you," he whispered hoarsely.
Namjoon refrained from rolling his eyes, "Shut up,"
In between performances and acceptance speeches, Kimberly would turn and strike up another conversation with Namjoon, trying to keep her enthusiasm subtle. And he prayed he could keep his own elation at bay, tried to keep his composure calm but every new little thing he learned about her his fascination for her only grew.
Noticing things about Kimberly became an activity of immense enjoyment and fulfilment. There were freckles peaking out under her makeup, and tiny, almost unnoticeable indents around her nose and her lip where piercings used to be. Her fingers were slender, decorated with a series of thin gold rings which matched those in her ears and her nails were painted in a periwinkle silver that reminded him of the clouds he'd complained about before, and decided he would never complain about again.
And then there were tattoos, placed sporadically in places he could just make out. Once she took her jacket off they became much more visible, and while she didn't have as many as Charlotte clearly had, Namjoon couldn't help but take interest in them.
"I like your tattoos," he said.
"Thanks," she nodded, "You got any?"
"Just one," he lifted his knee and rested his foot on the edge of his seat, lifting his pant leg to reveal the crisp 7 on his ankle.
"Cool. You want another one?"
"Not right now. What about you?"
"Maybe. I got too many ideas and that's dangerous," she laughed. One of the most curious she had was a collection of very detailed flowers wrapped around her forearm.
"This flower one is cool," he said, leaning forward and suddenly touching her arm.
He hadn't intended to get that close, or strike over the tattoo with his fingertip even but he was now, following the trail of ink of the petals. He licked his lips as he suddenly realized what he was doing, driven crazy by the realization that he was touching her, could feel the tension of the moment lining his gut and he blinked and swallowed a couple of times. Being so close to her, he could inhale her scent finally, there were notes of sandalwood, jasmine, and vanilla and he couldn't help but lose his mind in the bliss of it.
Kimberly couldn't breathe, didn't understand what he was doing or if he even know what he was doing, but her heart was pounding faster than what should've been possible. His fingertip was slightly calloused and she curious to know why, wondering about whether he was good with his hands and she suddenly had the craving for a strong drink.
"They're asters," she mumbled suddenly, her breath caught in her throat.
"What?" he asked, lifting his eyes slowly back to hers after staring at the tattoo for so long.
His eyes were incredible.
Namjoon's eyes were darker now but the light was still there, shining and indicative. She sat back on her knees so that his hand dropped and smoothed her hair behind her ears to cover up her fluster.
As the moment slipped away, Namjoon could feel his ears turning red with embarrassment, heard the small snigger from Jin, felt Maria's eyes on him. He sat back in his seat.
"Aster flowers. They're are representative of wisdom and royalty," Kimberly nodded, "It's the birth flower for September,"
"No way," he marvelled, "My birthday's in September!" he was both excited by the prospect of changing the subject and at the coincidence she had a tattoo that was linked to him.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jin, who was clearly having fun watching his friend struggle, could read from the way he was acting just how enamoured he was with Kimberly and could see she'd been affected by him too. But Jin kept his mouth shut, nodding enthusiastically to Namjoon to help him out a little.
"Yeah, well, so's my mom's..." Kimberly responded, the corners of her lips turned up at his excitement.
"Well, what would be the odds?" he chuckled back, the light shining in Kimberly's eyes reflecting at him and making him feel flustered. Across the row Taehyung had called for his attention, wanting him to translate something for him and Maria.
With Namjoon distracted, Kimberly found the courage to meet Charlotte's stare at last, look her best friend in the eyes and have one of their telepathic conversations.
She gazed knowingly at the bassist, he likes you.
She rolled her eyes, stop it.
The judgement and intrigue in Charlotte's expression wasn't hard to read and Kimberly knew that she had been watching her the entire time, had seen her flinch when he came close, had seen the bright flush of her face, watched her turn giddy and giggly like a school-girl, but she shook her head back at her to brush off anything more she could suggest.
Namjoon came back a moment later, smiling politely, his eyes crinkled and narrowed and his hand narrowly missed the arm rest as he sat down. Kimberly giggled at his clumsy. His eyes traced the outline of the tattoo again as he made his way back to her eyes.
"So..." he mumbled.
"So..." she smiled back.
"What's your birth flower, Kimberly?" he drawled, wrinkling his sharp nose at her, "Maybe I get yours tattooed on me and we'll match,"
The laugh.
He watched her shoulders shake, her hair bounce as creases appeared around her eyes, the giggle that turned into exuberant laughter, her tiny snort of amusement at the end flushing her cheeks all over again and he was consumed. He knew he wasn't in love exactly, but he loved the feeling of seeing happiness coursing through her, couldn't shake the way it him illogically happy.
"Red geranium," she chuckled at last.
"What month's that?"
"November 4th, 1996," she replied with a grin. She knew he'd want every detail eventually and found herself simultaneously wanting him to know.
"Happy birthday," he nodded, making a mental note, "What's the word again, when you wish someone a late birthday?"
"Belated,"
"Right. Thank you,"
Kimberly's face ached from smiling. When she looked back into those brown eyes, the word dreamy was the first that came to mind and he was charming, handsome too, so ridiculously handsome it made her stomach knot. Every word he spoke she found herself paying attention to each syllable, a sense of warmth and comfort in the natural timbre of his drawl, a hint of intelligence in the way he spoke. She wonder if it was obvious that she was hooked on knowing him, on the suspense of what if.
"So... your tour's been good?" she asked. There was something about him that provided a deeper level of interest and intrigue than she was used to, his Tony movements and the way his eyes lit up when he spoke exciting. She crossed her heels behind her.
"So far. I mean, I'm tired..." he mumbled, laughing at himself, "But I enjoy it a lot,"
"Me too," she tutted, "We must be insane,"
"But the travelling is the biggest perk for me," he noted.
"Oh, for sure. But... I also value my sleep," she chuckled.
"Not a morning person?" he asked.
"Not at all," she shook her head, "You?"
"I've kind of had to become one with these guys. But I prefer to get naps in," he told her, flicking his eyebrows up, "... a lot,"
She laughed, picturing his lumbering figure curled up in a tour bus or small couch while everyone else was wide awake, or him with his head lolling onto someone's shoulder. She wondering if he snored, if he was a peaceful sleeper, if he tossed and turned in the night.
"But I love putting on a good show for everybody -- how tired I get doesn't matter when I'm up there, you know?"
She nodded, but he internally scolded himself. Of course she had to know, but then he couldn't wrap his head around how this tiny, humble girl could transform into a rockstar and give stunning performances when she had a bass guitar and people were screaming for her. Of course she had to appreciate the energy and the passion they both had for music.
"Oh, absolutely. Some of our fanbase is still pretty young, but seeing them get so passionate and inspired at our shows... it's all worth it," she mired, "Where are you off to after this?"
"To my hotel, probably,"
She simpered, "I mean where are you traveling next?"
Namjoon scratched at his nose in thought.
"Uhh... we got some more shows across Europe and then we head back home for the holidays for a couple weeks. After that we tour back through Asia..."
"What part's your favourite?" she asked.
"Singapore for sure. So friggin' beautiful," he smiled.
"Oh, yeah! Darius went last year!" Kimberly chirped, glancing peripherally at Charlotte, "He wouldn't stop going on about it,"
Darius?
"Wait, I might've missed something," he chuckled awkwardly, glancing at the other faces in the aisle than raising his brows in confusion, "Who's Darius?"
"Right -- sorry. My boyfriend,"
He flinched.
No.
No way.
Namjoon felt his heart sink, his jaw drop a little and he tensed to stop himself from overreacting.
"Oh, you got a boyfriend?" he nearly sputtered in shock.
He could feel all the eyes in the room seemingly burning into him. Jin, not really able to keep up with their conversation, could nevertheless recognize the defeat in Namjoon's face, and he seemed just as surprised and almost as heartbroken as he was. Charlotte was suddenly attentive to their conversation, Chloe and Maria were still attempting to keep the rest of the guys' attention occupied. But worst of all was Kimberly's expression, blinking brightly like her words hand't just cursed him entirely.
"... Do I not look like I have a boyfriend?" she laughed. There was a hint of feigned insult in her voice but he could tell she was only joking.
"I didn't mean it like that," he clamoured hastily, holding his hands up in defence, "It's just... you took me off guard, is all..."
"Right..." she continued slowly, trying to read his reaction. HIs head dipped a little now, that fearless eye contact broken and she felt bad for a split second that she hadn't clarified the detail the had obviously upset him, panicked at the thought she'd accidentally given him the wrong idea somewhere amongst their conversation, "I'm sorry, I should've said something..."
"No, it's okay," he muttered, fiddling with his ring anxiously before he found the courage to meet her gaze again, "You said he had a good time? In Singapore?"
"Yeah," Kimberly nodded back, forcing a smile through the lull in conversation.
A silence filled the air and she tried to think of something, anything to say that would ease the tension she was sure she'd unintentionally created. The tension was clear to both bands, awkward and still. Chloe and Hobi just looked blankly at each other, Suga and Taehyung were confused as they tried to figure out what was happening, Charlotte had averted her gaze from Jimin to the ground and Maria and Jungkook were still trying to have some sort of conversation to keep the spirit up. Right on cue, one of the venue ushers approached the girl band, letting them know it was time for them to hit the stage.
"Okay, let's go girls," Maria called, patting Charlotte on the back.
Jungkook cleared his throat, "Good luck," he said, scratching at his neck awkwardly as he looked to Namjoon. Charlotte, Chloe and Kimberly stood up and began to file after Maria. Kimberly gave Namjoon one last fleeting glance, guilt clouding her gaze. Nevertheless he smiled at her, wishing her well.
"Break a leg," he said, trying to keep his shaky composure together.
He couldn't decide what he wanted now, thought that her watching his set and vice versa would be too agonizing now that the prospect of having her fully to himself was off the table. However, she was still full of vivacity and warmth, she still smiled at him like she'd known him her entire life, he still needed to be close to her, to know her.
"Thanks. You too," she nodded back confidently.
As they filed out of the row, Maria took Kimberly's arm and leant in close to her, dropping her voice so nobody else would hear.
"Babe, I think you just broke his heart,"
"Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, this is Catch the Caper,"
Only a few of the boys had heard of Catch the Caper, thanks to Hobi of course. They were all fascinated as the staging lights flickered white, illuminating the girls' silhouettes as the dimming lifted. A peaking guitar melody was the set up for Charlotte's heavy and heavenly voice as she opened the verse for their newest hit, 'Airhead'. Maria's guitar played heavily against the reverberation of Kimberly's bass. It was a different song that stood out from the performance line up, extremely reminiscent of the 2000s pop punk scene though nevertheless, it was clear that the self-depricaing banger had everyone by their necks.
There was no doubt in Namjoon's mind why the girls were garnering so much love and hype, their new rock sound pulled from influences like Bush and Amy Winehouse. Charlotte was a powerful singer, she could give whiplash from how quickly she switched from being soft and moody to bombastically powerful and direct in her lyrics. Maria was a passionate guitarist, hyping up the crowd before her while hitting zinging chords, all the while Chloe's pink and green hair flew wild as she drummed away, ardent but precise in every beat. And then there was Kimberly, off to stage right but involved nonetheless as she played, moving on the stage almost as much as Charlotte was.
He was transfixed by her yet again, her curls bounced fervently, her slim fingers picking away in her detailed harmonic rhythm. The lights began to flash from black to white, nearly blinding him, and he knew there was no way she could find him from up there. Nevertheless from the way she looked out into the crowd, her eyes darted across the audience as though she was doing just that. Namjoon diverted his gaze as much as he could, focusing on Charlotte hammering a high note in the chorus.
The electricity in the air was contagious. Jimin was the first in the band to jump out of his seat and start cheering them on. He and the rest of the venue had been infected with the darker pop rock energy the girls brought to a show, traditionally having been made up of performances of EDM pop hits or hip hop bangers. Not that the mashup with Khalid and Imagine Dragons wasn't great, because it was, but Catch the Caper had this spark of an element that had been missing from the music charts for a while.
The set closed out with Maria's electric guitar solo, paired with an enthusiastic drum solo from Chloe; the girl nearly knocked over her drum kit from how hard she was rocking out. Charlotte's outro was peppy and sizzling, a brutal admission of self destructive behaviour and bad habits that had to be kicked for her own good.
The adrenaline pumping through Namjoon for his own show, paired with his rapid-beating heart after their performance sat unwell with the nervousness he felt watching Kimberly. He marvelled at her talent, he never would've figured such a rock icon would be hiding within her sweet girl persona.
He wondered if it was wrong to still appreciate her even though he was broken over not being able to have her, if her boyfriend was the jealous and possessive type, if she even knew how deeply affected by her he was.
The girls took their bow and ran off stage, and no sooner did BTS have time to recover from that shock to their adrenaline when another usher approached, letting them know it was their time to get ready.
There was a brief lull whilst equipment was being swapped around and the stage was being reset for the next artist. The boys were in the green room, swapping out their black and white ensembles for something more colourful and eye catching. The energy was paralleling excitement and anxiety, the pressure of having to put on a good show for the Americans was weighing heavy on all of them.
Jin however was curious. As he loosely knotted his neck tie he strolled over to Namjoon while he sprayed some holding product in his hair.
"You look like you're about to be sick," he said.
Namjoon shook his head, "Nah, I'm good," to make his point, he set the can of hair product down and jumped up and down a few times, "I'm hyped. I'm ready,"
Jin chuckled under his breath, "Are you sure? I saw your face with Kimberly earlier,"
Namjoon scoffed, "Yeah, I think everybody did,"
Jin huffed, bringing a hand down on the younger boy's shoulder, giving him a small, rough squeeze.
"Joon, do you like her?"
"I don't know..." he shrugged off Jin's hand, "Not like I can do anything about it,"
"Because of her boyfriend?" he asked.
"And our contracts," he huffed back, checking his appearance in the mirror, popping his jacket collar, "No public dating,"
It was a sad, but in some cases, necessary truth. Dating in the idol world was considered a big no-no, for branding and investment reasons. While it sounded a little barbaric to some, the numbers for the record labels held true that BTS' public image of being 'single and available' was great for income. Namjoon had had a few relationships in his life nonetheless, some serious, some not so serious, but all of that came to a halt when the band really took off at the beginning of the year.
Jin tutted, muttering quietly to him, "Namjoon, do you like Kimberly?" he asked again.
"... I guess I do," he replied.
"Well, there's no harm in getting to know her... on a basic level," he nodded, winking at Namjoon encouragingly, "Not that you heard it from me," his glance switched to their tour manager who was thick in conversation with Suga, not paying either of the other boys any mind.
Namjoon raised his eyebrows, tugging nervously at the collar of his shirt. He too took a glance at their manager, knowing the scolding they'd get if he got wind of what they were talking about. A grin pulled into his lips as he looked back to Jin, smacking him in the arm.
The production manager for the show popped his head in, letting the band know they had ten minutes until show time. The boys made their final touches to their appearances, had one quick pep round together, and filed out accordingly.
In the chaos of production engineers, crackling radios, and an overall dark backstage, Namjoon spotted another band, The Chainsmokers, rehearsing their intro for BTS. Beside them was Catch the Caper, hurriedly packing up their instruments. Kimberly looked up in time to catch his eye, taking a tentative glance at her girls before jogging over.
"Hey,"
"Hey,"
Jin stopped mid stride, glancing curiously at the pair while the other boys went on ahead.
"You feeling good?" she asked him, sounding solid and calm as though she hadn't just rocked out to well over a thousand people.
"I am. I'm excited," he nodded, "Your set was incredible,"
"Thanks," she smiled back, "I'm excited to see yours,"
Something in him wanted to reach out to her again, see if she flinched or relented into his touch, but he knew he couldn't and he shoved his fists into his coat pockets, fighting with his own self-control. Kimberly watched as his eyebrows knotted together, a deep crease between them which she'd never noticed before.
He chuckled nervously, "It's been really cool getting you to know you, tonight,"
"Yeah," she agreed, smiling, "You're not so bad, either,"
He glanced at the ground, licking his lips and nodding to himself as if reassuring himself of something.
"Would it be alright if I messaged you sometime?" he asked, bordering on a nervous mumble.
Her smile grew and she threw her hands over her chest.
"Shut up. You mean the great RM of BTS wants to text me? Somebody pinch me!" she gaped teasingly.
"The honour is more mine," he replied.
Namjoon simpered; he'd reasoned with himself and had come to terms with the fact that anything more than a friendship was off limits, but he wanted that at least, wanted to see her again.
It was too dark for Namjoon to notice the flush in Kimberly's cheeks but she bit the inside of her cheek anxiously knowing her face was heating up. She studied his own, the timid scrunch of his nose and the way his eyes curled up like half moons and knew there was no suggestion or flotation in his voice or in the action, so she took a look around. A tech with a clipboard was walking by.
"Excuse me, can I borrow your pen?" she asked. The tech obliged her, not batting an eye at the pair. Kimblery turned to Namjoon, "Gimme' your hand,"
He anxiously looked towards the boys waiting for him, ready to go on at their cue but he obliged Kimberly anyway. She pulled up his jacket sleeve and scribbled her number on his arm, the cap was firmly clamped between her teeth. As if he needed another reason to find her adorable.
"There," she beamed once she'd finished, "I assume you have WhatsApp?"
"I do," he nodded, "You guys should come to our show next week, you know, if you like this one,"
"I'll check with the girls," she agreed.
Maria looked up when she realized Kimberly had disappeared, turning around and finding her talking to Namjoon again. She smacked Charlotte's arm to get her and Chloe's attention, the three of them watched -- curious and anxious -- as Kimberly appeared to be breaming at his attention.
Namjoon jumped when he heard his name being hollered, his manager was waving him down. The music started up again and The Chainsmokers were gone, it was their cue.
"Break a leg, Namjoon," Kimberly smiled.
"Thanks. I'll catch ya later," he gave her a sly wink.
With a twitch in his lips that put her at ease, she watched him run off, Jin patting his back and whispering something into his ear as they went to take their spots.
Despite the obvious connection she felt with Namjoon, the way they clicked, she had told herself not to get too attached to him, that they were strangers passing and that tonight was probably the only time they would ever meet. But when she watched him on stage, she observed him in his element, she forgot all about that.
He truly could dance that fast, so clean and precise, the whole group moved as though they were one conscious being. There was so much to explore in the swagger, the charisma, the effortlessness of his performance that accentuated his raw talent, his fluffy hair in his face and eyes, the look of pure dedication and a cocky smirk on his lips, how his face lit up when the audience lost their mind for them. He was incredible, a dynamite performer that Kimberly had never experienced before. Something in her, some deeper conviction to always trust her gut told her that it wasn't over, that she would see him again because she had to.
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I have writers block soooo bad but I'm tryna generate shit post content by AI-ing what my OCs would wear to the met gala
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Charlotte Antonakis
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Noelle Berendina (this one's actually from Pinterest)
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