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fairybinie · 2 years

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ummm what if u did something like you surprise or see them after a really long time/long distance relationship

it can be any member!

wc: 673 genre: fluff warnings: not edited

taglist: @iyeonjuni @soobnny @wooluvrz @yyx2 @odxrilove @ifwtyun @luvrbin @iuwon @moondust-zia @jakekgs @soobintoyou @ijhyo @cherr-y-eji @hyukaas-deactivated20220705 @peachy-yabbay @ameliesaysshoo @hanyweol @enhacolor

a/n: so sorry this is late 🥹 decided to write a little something for @iyeonjuni happy birthday beffie <3

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six months you were living abroad, but it felt like six years.

you missed yeonjun like crazy.

this had been the longest you’ve been away from each other. it only took you three months to finally start getting used to it, but you still can’t shake the feeling away. the feeling being the impulsiveness to see your boyfriend right now.

and you let that feeling win. because now, you’re on a road trip to surprise yeonjun for his birthday.

that’s when it hit you. he only wants to spend his special day with you, and you weren’t there. that was enough for you to start searching up flights and prices and get yourself to start heading his way.

was it the biggest purchase you’ve ever made? big yes. but is it worth the absolute happiness that will come over your boyfriend once he sees that you’re physically with him again? a bigger yes.

you were actually quite surprised when you landed sooner than you expected, a day before the special occasion. there were more i miss you texts exchanged between you and yeonjun that you found it extremely difficult to keep your secret. with a few near slip ups, you managed to not say anything.

now the day has finally come, and you’re beaming with joy. about an hour long drive over to his house with your shared playlist blasting through the stereo, you were ready to see yeonjun again.

with his gifts in both of your hands you barely manage to ring his doorbell. you can’t help but wiggle in your position from the overwhelming emotions.

you hear footsteps make their way over to the door and you stop in your place. once the door finally opens, you greet the boy on the other side with a big smile and hold your arms out for an embrace.

“happy birthday.”

yeonjun hesitantly removes his hand from the door handle as he places it near his mouth. you’re staring at each other, but he can’t believe you’re actually here. he almost thinks you’re a ghost.

you see his eyes start to tear up as his cheeks begin to make their presence on his face. that was one of your favorite things about him, how big and circular his cheeks get when he smiles. his eyes form into crescents and you could almost see them disappear. you start to hear what is quite heaven to your ears, his cackle for a laugh. yeonjun strokes his hair back with his hands and stands in that position in belief.

at this point, your arms are beginning to grow tired and the smile plastered on your face is starting to hurt your gums. you could stay here all day, but something has to happen.

“you know, if i keep standing here i’ll-”

you’re interrupted by big arms tackling you into a hug, knocking your gifts from your hands. you’re thankful you didn’t get him anything fragile.

you return his embrace and it’s warm and tight. you can’t help but sniff the boy, and he smells exactly how you remember him. a cool beachy scent. your hands make their way up to his hair and they settle there for a moment, allowing your fingers to explore each strand. silky soft.

you could stay in this moment forever.

“i knew you were too happy when you said you missed me too.”

you missed your home.

yeonjun will always be your home.

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i make one smau and i forget how to write actual fics i hope this isn’t too bad 😞 if you’d like to be apart of my permanent taglist send an ask or fill out my taglist form <3

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beomnoullitheorem · 1 month

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“So Comforting”

—“Having you like this is so comforting. You are so comforting...”

• Genre : Fluff, Comfort?

• Trope : Idol life Au, Established Relationship.

• Starring : Idol!Yeonjun × Non-idol!Reader

• Note : The characters in the following fiction are 18+ and everything happening around & to them is entirely consensual. ALSO! The Reader is described with pronouns like 'She' or 'Her'

• Summary : Yeonjun is dealing with choking tight schedule and finally has found some time with his girlfriend. He seeks comfort from her while dancing and just wishes to comforted!

• Word Count : 0.6k

• Disclaimer : This is all PURE FICTION. I don't implicate any kind of reflection of the happenings/character morals etc in here to the idols' real life characters, morals etc.

→ The following content contains Mature themes and Strong languages (This doesn't have any). The content could be upsetting to some readers as well. MUST read the Plot Warnings & Disclaimer before scrolling dow further. Reader discretion is advised.

• Plot Warnings : None exactly but Comfort, a little banter and some kisses.

• Author's Note : Reblogs, Replies, inbox responses are always appreciated. I've written this again as I wanted this as a fic. So if you've read this again or you feel like it... read it again? I'm sorry hehe.

She says, "I am a disaster when it is dancing, Yeonjun!"

"Whatever you say, let me mentor you- I wanna dance with you for God's sake," Yeonjun Whines.

"But I don't want to, because I just can't dance!"

"Please-! Just go along with what I do to you!!"

"What will you do to me??"

"I don't know, perhaps I will handle your body too. Just do it!!" Yeonjun whines and becomes jumpy. He's been nagging her for a while now. And she agrees.

And in no time she's spooned standing, swinging to the music and intertwining her hands with his arms wrapped around her waist and her eyes completely on his earlobe and his acute side profile and he leans his face onto her shoulder.

Dancing to the slow music, just rocking themselves to the rhythm, they find their heart growing warm. All of Yeonjun's stress induced from his busy schedule just vanishes as though he reached a cloud nine.

She doesn't like dancing. She just doesn't. But she does like her man dancing. Be it any genre or type, her man slays dancing. And it is his happiness and so, hers too. She loves the smile when he dances flaunting his expert, flexible and durable body, his nose scrunched and him letting out throaty proud chuckles because he just lives in the moment, are the best therapeutic music for her ears.

Being an Idol who dances, models, sings, raps basically handles every role he is assigned to, Yeonjun has always he always remained in the top. And that made his schedule choking tight. She knows this.

Having no time for his woman, he felt love-starved. And now that he is dancing, having her in his arms, handling her to do any dance move he wants her to do, he takes in the physical cajolery that he so wanted to have in these stressful days.

Be it cuddling, kissing, or just laying down resting his head onto her thighs, just sleeping having her massage his head, he just wanted her. Now it's him dancing with her. Finding both mental and physical comfort, he goes on with this.

"I'm so tired," He says while spins her around & grabs her closer to him, "But I can't stop either. Cause I don't want to."

"I missed you," he confesses, "Having you like this is so comforting. You are so comforting..."

"Rock with me?" He connects his forehead onto hers, "And let me steal some kisses..."

He sprinkles cushiony kisses onto her lips and then glides them down her neck, "Just lemme have myself nestled into your embrace and showered in both your physical and soulful love?"

He lets his weight onto her, wrapping his arms around her neck and waist, burying his head into the crook of her neck, he hugs her tight.

Letting her whole warmth provide him the solace that every Fibre of his overworking body have so sought for, he relaxes himself in her warmth. And guiding her to the bed, making her sit in it and rest her back onto the head board. He sneaks in her embrace sheepishly and turning to her side and wrapping his arm around her torso and resting his head into the flesh her collarbone, he says, "I love you."

She lets him take whatever he wants from her and reciprocates his cuddle by patting his head and massaging his head in his hair, "You work hard. For everyone, for yourself. Have yourself whatever you want, I'll give it afterall you deserve the world...... Rest on me? I'll massage your head and cuddle you to sleep?"

He hums in agreement and "I love you too Yeonjun," she says, kissing his forehead.

• Author's Note : Hehe, I don't know if anyone notices but in headers, that yeonjun is in your lap, falling asleep in three pics in three blinks of eyes (bye I'm rambling but switch on your delulu mode and have Yeonjun sleeping in your lap)

#yeonjun fluff #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun soft thoughts #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x oc #yeonjun x you #txt fluff #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt x y/n #txt x oc #txt x you #txt x reader #smutnoulli writes

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sleepy-subtitles · 2 years

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so in Emeralis, there are three types of faeries:

enhancers, enchanters and enforcers

enhancers can help steer, strengthen and sharpen others' magical abilities - and if they have some of their own, they have exquisite control

the rarest of enhancers is a life enhancer, who interacts wit the magic at the heart of the fabric of reality and grants everyone they're around a boost in their magic abilities and their health - other people can even live longer if they hang around a life enhancer a lot

enchanters are your standard grade magic users. they have various types of kinesis, can craft portals, do healing, all that good stuff.

enforcers are non-magically inclined faeries who have a natural (supernatural) durability, pain tolerance and stronger senses. they can't do magic but they don't really need it

Yeonjun is a life enhancer, which probably the only reason Beomgyu is still alive, honestly

#sleepy fic thoughts #meta portal

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weishenbwi · 3 years

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A Lesson Learned Ch. 12 “Five Steps to Perfection”

Groups: BTS, TXT (AO3 Version)

Pairing: Seokjin . Yeonjun

Chapter: 12 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12)

Words: 2005

CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (click on ao3 link for all tags & triggers)

Summary: Read tags and read at your own risk. Messages that disregard this will be ignored.

Seokjin stands back admiring the view before him. The odorless memorialization and effigy of Yeonjun, durable but exact- every detail intricate underneath a layer of smooth, cool wax. When Namjoon sees it for himself, it will be a mirror reflection of what could have been.

A gift within a gift.

He had tried various preservation methods on those who came before but no end result was as perfect as this. Both techniques of mummification and taxidermy were disposed of early. Animals with wood or foam bases and the stretching of fur over form works well for most mammals. Humans, with their delicate skin, have never fared well through this method without cracking; his own exact replica proved to be an impossible feat years ago. The same can be said of embalming, though there are those who have maintained their physical attributes well enough through regular maintenance if tended to the expertise of biomedical engineers - but even then their corpses mold or need replacement parts. In Russia, there is such a corpse. The government has tended to the decedent for decades but it has proved an expensive cost to the citizens. Mummification, taxidermy, and embalming were not the answers to the question Seokjin sought.

There is only one method that works for this eternal form, that yields such an everlasting and elaborate result.

Seokjin walks around the sculpture, running his hands over the smoothness of mixed organic wax that has been colored to match Yeonjun's bright complexion. He doesn’t intend for the wax figure to be displayed long-term as they do with life-sized replicas in Museums of Wax like Madame Tussauds. Namjoon will melt him tonight or carve through the likeness of his delicate features to reach the viscera of his brother; the vivid brilliance of entrails made possible through the art form and preservation of one methodology:

Plastination.

It had taken him years to order parts of machinery and the necessary chemicals without arousing suspicion, many of which he acquired through alternative or underhanded mediums. Countless hours in research and preparation; visiting institutions for higher learning, and attempting the last stages of the process on the unsuspecting before his conversation with Soobin two winters past. The doctor had proven to be a valuable asset in both education and visualization.

In many ways, his newfound workshop resembles a morgue, complete with the necessary refrigeration, tables, and instruments. Instruments he will use on Yoongi and Hoseok for their behavior; an experiment out of curiosity under the guise of punishment for fucking.

Curiosity.

Seokjin’s quiet driving force is curiosity. It was an experiment in curiosity when he added the drug to the bath product he knew one of them would eventually use, unaware of the effect it would have on their neurotransmitters and central nervous system. He was just as curious when he dissected his first animal as when he poisoned his father’s coffee. When Namjoon said they should find something that’s alive because the body had already started decomposing and “What if we dissected a live body instead of a dead one?” before they had reached their teenage years, Seokjin said yes. Yes as their curiosity grew into more “what ifs”, until Namjoon’s questions led him to medical school where he met Soobin and Seokjin took his leave to pursue education and interest in satisfying his many curiosities.

He knew almost immediately that his interest would not wane as he pumped a preservative solution through Yeonjun's arteries. He’d accomplished something similar with embalming before, watching as the blood drained away into a makeshift waste facility to be replaced by embalming fluid. And like embalming, the solution for plastination is the same -to prevent the decomposition of tissues and to neutralize all bacteria present. Bacteria, after all, has a nasty way with living things and dead bodies are no exception. But unlike embalming for a burial, fluid isn't suctioned from the organs with a trocar since the idea is to save the organs for viewing. An exceptional way of education for medical students and the general public. Or, in Seokjin’s case, an exceptional gift for a special anniversary present.

In his preparation, Seokjin and Jungkook visited an exhibit in Germany that showcased the dissected anatomy of those who have chosen to undergo plastination as a more permanent way to donate one’s body to science. One set of anatomical specimens showed the difference in dissected anatomy of lungs between that of a smoker and non-smoker. Adjacent to the display was a nearly-full bin of discarded cigarettes and cigars from those who were able to see clearly the effects of smoking and who seemed to decide at that moment to give up their habit. He considered the toxic chemicals and volatile organic compounds that he would work with during the process and what that might do to his lungs so he made sure to include excellent ventilation in the blueprint for his workspace. The first step alone had taken five hours to complete.

Then dissection.

Since education of anatomy is the principal focus for plastination, there is a meticulousness with the trimming of connective tissue but oftentimes the skin and subcutaneous fat are detached in pieces too small to warrant any meaningful aesthetic. Seokjin's personal experimentation had already proven many times that it is possible to remove human skin almost seamlessly so he took his time to remove the skin in one piece followed then by the fatty and connective tissues. It had taken him weeks to complete this step but it was well worth it in the end. After removal, he could have invited Namjoon in the room to view the process and he’s sure neither could tell whose skinless body lay exposed without prior knowledge. Yeonjun’s skin, which was preserved to bind Namjoon’s favorite books neatly, and his internal biological systems would soon become impervious to decay and would forever stay beside Namjoon's side.

Seokjin and Soobin then laid what remained of Yeonjun in a below-freezing bath of acetone to draw out the water inside the cells. They had to repeat this step until the results were negative for H2O, thus replacing the body's water with acetone. A dehydrating step more chemically savvy compared to the ancient Egyptians’ use of natron in mummification. A step that also proved more costly in both time and money, requiring an expensive piece of equipment that he had to procure through black market means and more acetone than any one person should be allowed to own. A final acetone bath warmed to room temperature dissolved the soluble fats and completed this step of the process. He wondered what a living creature would experience if placed inside the baths, both freezing and warm. Perhaps if they were weighed down entirely with only their neck above water, he could observe and notate without concern for any erratic splashing of the acetone over his sterile floor. The step took about four months for the corpse but how long would it take to form a corpse and which living creature would be more immune to the effects? What could he record if a living thing were soaked in the warm bath with their skin fully attached? Seokjin and Soobin had to wear ventilators, goggles, elbow-length gloves, and medical scrubs. They were, after all, handling a highly flammable environmental pollutant. But what would the effect be on someone whose nude body was exposed to such a chemical for long periods of time?

Then came "forced impregnation" or impregnation of the cells through a liquid polymer in a refrigerated vacuum chamber. It was fascinating to see Yeonjun’s skinless acetone-soaked body in a high viscosity bath of silicone. The acetone that replaced water earlier vaporized, withdrew from the cells through a vacuum and drew in the liquid polymer to penetrate every cell until the impregnation was complete. This step had taken another two months and was captivating to watch the acetone bubbles slowly disappear from the surface of the viscous polymer bath. A much more captivating experience than the previous water and acetone bath but impossible to complete on a living creature. If he were to repeat this in a more conceivable reality, he would have to find another way to forcefully impregnate and that would depend entirely on chance and on who Hoseok brings to their second home.

In the end, Seokjin was surprised to see the body still so flexible. He’d seen videos and was granted the opportunity to see it once in person, but to perform these tasks himself and see the pliant body that he could position however he chose, and for this position to be maintained long after his and Namjoon's own expiration dates, was surreal. He had called Soobin over to help during this finale because every single anatomical structure, every nerve and vessel, needed to be set in the correct position. He had observed the process completed using ropes and wires, foam pads, clamps, and needles but the design and pose of this more permanent state required the help of someone with more anatomical expertise.

Soobin and Seokjin had both taken a vacation to work on this part of the process owing to how important the step was before the final hardening of the body. Since his last opening of that well-worn book that cold winter day, Seokjin had made his decision. For so long Yeonjun had wasted away in that hospital bed no longer able to explore in mind or body, years passing by until the only one who remembered him was his older brother, Namjoon. His first thought was of a running figure or something active, not because it meant anything to him, but because it seemed appropriate for someone who long ago lost the opportunity. When he considered Namjoon and what would benefit him the most, a sitting position with fingers open to grip a pen and hold a notebook, the way a psychiatrist does, came to mind. In this way, Yeonjun could be to his brother what Namjoon is to his patients. Apart from a lack of muscle, the height and form are similar, making Yeonjun's plastinated form easily passable as a wax figure of Namjoon.

His beautiful creation was then irreversibly solidified; a perfect gift for the anniversary opening of Jun-Ivy Psychiatric Clinic.

He stares at the figure before him. It's truly breathtaking. If it were anyone else, Seokjin might not have done this. Namjoon isn't just anyone. Even if Seokjin's own psyche is impervious to intimacy, there is an unspoken loyalty between them. He could have left the patient to waste away as he had for all those years. He could have allowed Namjoon to continue returning week after week to read to a shell that ages and no more, but Namjoon deserved better and so did his brother. Patients in comas or persistent vegetative states still vomit, defecate, and urinate. Unable to tend to themselves, they’re put in adult diapers. Seokjin has nothing against adult diapers or those who wear them. It’s a normal phase in aging for many, but the vulnerability when a person is bed-ridden can be disastrous. Pain and infections from a lack of cleaning arise when a spot is missed or someone refuses or cannot lift the body to clean or because patients are more prone to these factors in this state. Even when a pad is placed under the diaper, waste will sometimes leak onto the floor or up onto their backs and down their legs. It’s impossible to know if Yeonjun understood this was happening or if he wished it could stop. Patients who have woken up from comas also reported having persistent nightmares that impacted their lives and there is no conclusive data to prove Yeonjun didn’t have nightmares he couldn’t escape. It’s possible he wished for an escape from this horror for so many years but couldn’t physically tell anyone, leaving him to suffer in his mind every waking hour until Seokjin finally gave him peace.

Peace and plastination. The permanence of a perfectly dissected anatomy.

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btxtreads · 4 years

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the world ends with you | choi yeonjun (the notes)

How can someone fall in love at the most incovenient time?

➴ Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader ➴ Rating: G ➴ Genre: Multiverse!AU, Fluff, Angst, My usual taehyun is the smartest out of everybody trope

The research Y/N gathered in Chapter 6.

CLARIFICATION: This is a work of fiction.

Enhanced Humans: Failures and Trials

History has seen multiple attempts of humans trying to make a better version of themselves. Of course, some of these records were scrapped out by fellow humans themselves.

One of the most famous conspiracies about human enhancement was called Project Montauk in America—which was a result of a failed CIA Project called MKUltra. The experiments intended to try creating humans with mind control. Some of these were successful—to successful. The projects were shut down in 1960 due to ethical concerns, but it was said that some experiments continued on.

Files uncovered in 2007 stated that there was a plan to create a secret serum that would inevitably enhance humans—make them stronger, faster, more durable. An enhanced soldier.

Maybe even a soldier strong enough, powerful enough to take over the world—or become the destroyer of worlds.

One of the most recent suspected cases of human experimentation for enhancements were found in 2004 when a five-year-old boy was found dead with toxins and unidentified chemicals and metals were found in his body. It was said that this boy’s name was Choi Yeonjun. His body was taken by the government and was unknown whether buried, cremated or otherwise.

In 2020, it is unknown whether or not the experiments still continue.

The Theory of the Universe:

Chapter 7 - Time Travel.

Section V: Timelines

Section V.A.: Altering the Timeline

Timelines are no joke when it comes to parallel universes and time travel. It is a known fact that every little thing changed can change the flow of the universe—every single decision can impact what happens next. Take for example, you chose not to drink coffee today. This would mean not going to the cafe to get a cup, which would mean the barista not being able to make another sale to reach his quota—and so on. Now, think about how a bigger change would affect the universe? What is JFK did not get assassinated in Texas? or what if Korea didn’t separate into North and South?

Every single detail counts. A new decision creates a new timeline, and everything loops together. A split second could mean a great change.

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psycho-slytherin · 5 years

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Arcade

You’ll do anything to score higher on your test than him.

Based on this prompt for @bunnyface101! Happy birthday <3

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Swearing, lots of anatomy terms, too much dialogue

WC: 2.2k

|mlist| ~ |birthday fics|

“Ugh!”

“What is it this time?” Yeonjun asks as you stomp into the house, slam the door behind you and flop dramatically on the couch.

“Fucking Kim Namjoon again with his bitchass smart mouth. Ugh!”

“This seems to be a weekly thing,” your brother remarks. “You coming in complaining about that guy.”

“I don’t care– I wouldn’t complain so much if he weren’t so hellbent on bothering me! He can just fuck all the way off,” you snarl.

“Aw, did he score better than you on a test again? Is that what happened?”

Your cheeks burn. “Shut up! He didn’t. He cheated.”

“Any proof of that, or…?”

“Who the fuck gets a perfect score on an anatomy exam like that?” You rise and begin to pace, agitated. “There were two hundred terms to memorize– I’ve studied for hours every night for weeks and he barely studied at all. And you know what, Yeonjun? After all that, I ran out of time and only got a stupid fucking 98%.”

“Woah, congrats!”

“–And not only did he get a perfect score, he decided to rub it in my face.”

“Literally?”

“What? No. He looked at my paper and he was all like, ‘Aw, that’s cute.’ And then he really went and invited his friends to the arcade! I don’t even have time to go to the arcade ‘cause I’m too busy studying! He called my score cute, goddammit!”

“Have you talked to the teacher about him? That does seem pretty mean.”

You sigh, scooping your textbook off the coffee table. “Don’t get me wrong– I’d love to get him in trouble, but he’s gonna make fun of me for being a teachers’ pet if I report it. I need to score better than him; it’s the only way I can shut him up.”

“Well isn’t that very High School Musical of you. Be my guest,” Yeonjun yawns. “Have fun not having a life.”

“I will,” you harrumph, stalking to your room. You’re going to outscore Kim Namjoon, no matter what.

~~~One Week Later~~~

“Cribriform plate houses olfactory nerves…” you mutter, flipping through your flashcards as you pace the living room. “Nasal bones consist of the vomer, inferior nasal conchae, and perpendicular plate of the ethmoid. The styloid process articulates with the ligaments that hold the hyoid bone. The foramen magnum articulates with the atlas, or C-1.”

“English, please?” Yeonjun says, raising a brow.

“In other words… I’m going to get a perfect score on next week’s test,” you inform him smugly, before getting back to your notes. “The sutures are coronal, squamosal, lambdoidal, and sagittal. There are seven cervical vertebrae, twelve thoracic, and five lumbar. The sacrum–”

“Okay! Enough already!” Yeonjun claps his hands. “Y/n, you’ve been like this for days. I think maybe you should take a breath and sit down.”

“I didn’t allocate time in my schedule for that,” you huff.

“No more scheduling, y/n. You’re driving me crazy!”

“I need to beat Namjoon’s score, okay?”

“Then maybe follow his lead and take a break.”

You pause. “What?”

“He’s scoring better than you because his mind has a chance to rest, y/n. Now, go to the arcade– and don’t bring your flashcards.”

“But… but…”

Yeonjun sighs and pulls you, still sputtering, to the car. “Come on, I’ll drive you.”

Ten minutes later, you’re at an arcade. You’ve never actually been to one before– you’ve only read about them. Your big brother gives you fifty dollars, instructs you to have fun, and then leaves. You’re alone.

But what do you do now? Well, for one, you can access your study guide on your phone. You find a seat in a corner next to an ancient Pac-Man machine and begin rereading your notes.

“The sacrum is made up of three to five vertebrae,” you mutter to yourself, closing your eyes. “The six bones that make up the orbits are the maxilla, ethmoid, sphenoid, frontal, and... uh...” Shit, what are the last two? Your pride won’t let you check your notes– you have to know them. “Um...”

“Lacrimal and zygomatic.” The voice sends dread to the pit of your stomach.

“Gah!” you scramble to your feet and glare at– who else?– Kim Namjoon.

“What do you want?” you ask, glaring at him.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “I want to play Pac-Man and not have to listen to some poor girl flounder her way through the axial skeleton.”

“I wasn’t floundering,” you huff. “You caught me at a bad time!”

“Any time seems to be a bad time for you,” Namjoon replies icily. “What are you even doing here?”

“I...wanted to come,” you mutter, avoiding his eyes.

Namjoon snorts. “Yeah, right. That’s why you’re holed up like a nerdy fuckin’ hobbit. And, just to drive the point home, you’re studying.”

“Well, what else am I gonna do?” you hiss. “It’s not like I know how to play any of these dumb games that you’re so obsessed with!”

Running a hand through his hair, Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “You don’t know how to play Pac-Man?”

“No, sorry– I’ve been spending my time productively, unlike someone.” Can you go away now, is what you want to say, but then he’ll bother you more and ugh.

One thing’s for sure: You’re going to tear Yeonjun a new one when you get home.

Namjoon leans back. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Get up. I’m gonna teach you how to play Pac-Man.”

You laugh. “Very funny.”

“I’m totally serious.”

“Why would you do that? Are you trying to keep me from studying?” Your eyes narrow. “Trying to sabotage me?”

“If I wanted to sabotage you, I’d just leave you to your own devices,” Namjoon says lightly. “I’m trying to help you– I’ve got nothing better to do, and it really is pathetic watching you struggle. Besides, why would I sabotage you? I’m still beating you in anatomy.”

Yeonjun’s words come to mind: “He’s scoring better than you because his mind has a chance to rest, y/n.”

You flip Namjoon off before getting up and dusting yourself off. “Fine.” If this is what it takes to beat him during your next exam, then you’ll do it. “Enlighten me.”

“It’s an easy game– you just have to think fast, and work out a strategy ahead of time. First, where are your game tokens?”

“Uh... what?”

Namjoon sighs. “Do you have any money?” He asks slowly, as though speaking to a child.

“Yeah, a fifty.”

Your rival’s eyebrows raise. “You planning on spending the whole weekend here?”

“I was planning on going home to study,” you retort.

“Whatever. Go exchange the money for game tokens. After Pac-Man you should play the racing game– I have a feeling you’ll love it.”

You sniff at his bemused tone before following his direction to a token machine. The clinking sound of dozens of coins falling is music to your ears as you feed the machine your bills, and you don’t know why, but you suddenly feel energetic.

Namjoon snickers as you return with your pockets heavy with tokens. “Admit it, this is more fun than studying.”

“We’ll see about that.” You’re only doing this to glean his perfect-score secrets anyways.

“Now watch.” Namjoon feeds tokens to the machine and the screen lights up with little dots and retro beeping music.

“Aww, a ghost!” You lean in as Namjoon navigates his little yellow circle guy around the labyrinth. “Look, there’s more! Can you pet them?”

“They’re trying to kill me, y/n.”

You droop. “Oh.”

“But now...” You watch as Pac-Man gobbles a large dot and the ghosts begin flashing blue. “Now I kill them.”

“How do you win?”

“Imagine each of those little dots is a question on an exam– and eating them is getting them right.”

You laugh. “So eat them all– I get the idea.”

“Yes!” Namjoon thrusts a fist in the air when he completes the level. “C’mon, now you.”

“What?” You shrink back.

“It’s just like taking a test, y/n.”

“No it’s not! I haven’t studied!”

“Hey,” Namjoon catches your eye. “Some things are just instinct.”

Something in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. “Okay...” cautiously you reach for the joystick as the next level begins.

You navigate rapidly, guiding Pac-Man across the screen. “They’re moving too quickly!” you yelp as you narrowly avoid the red ghost.

“So think ahead– what’s the most efficient route you can take?”

“Uh... that one!”

“Well, don’t just tell me. Go for it!”

You move to direct Pac-Man down a path filled with little dots but before you can, that fucking red ghost gets too close and...

Game Over.

“Fuck!” you slam your fist against the machine before recoiling in pain. “Ow!”

“Can I ask you something?” Namjoon says, and you turn around to glare at him suspiciously.

“What?”

“Did you run out of time on our last anatomy test?”

You flinch. “No.” Yes.

Namjoon chuckles. “You’re a bad liar. C’mon, that racing game is calling your name.”

You follow him across the loud arcade– it’s colorful, brightly lit, and filled with people that look several years younger than you.

“Do you come here often?” You ask once you join him beside two motorcycle-looking seats in front of a screen.

“You know that sounds like a pick-up line, right?”

“Huh? No! I just... I didn’t...”

Namjoon laughs. “Relax, nerd. I’m teasing.”

“Are you physically capable of doing anything else?” You reply, cheeks burning.

“Hmm...” he pretends to think. “Does beating you in anatomy count?”

You’re going to strangle him.

“Now come on, get on.” Namjoon gestures at one seat before sliding onto the other and feeding four coins into the slot.

“Good thing I didn’t wear a skirt today,” you murmur to yourself as you settle onto your “motorcycle”.

“Don’t worry, y/n,” Namjoon says. “No one would look at you anyways.”

You turn so quickly you almost get whiplash. “What did you say, asshole?”

“I said, watch the screen.” You turn and see several options for customizing your motorbike. Should you go for speed, agility, or durability?

Well, speed means nothing if you can’t even turn a corner. Your choices prioritize agility and before long the screen displays a scantily-clad woman holding a flag and counting down. Namjoon revs his bike.

“Wait a sec, how do I win?” you ask.

“Just go!” Your rival’s bike zooms ahead of yours and you sigh– if this were real, he’d be dead already. You follow his lead and twist the acceleration, careful to accurately make hairpin turns and gravity-defying jumps. Namjoon crashes several times but makes up for it with his speed, and soon the two of you are neck and neck.

Just a little more... you have to beat him... just a little more...

Suddenly you come across a fork in the path and you slow down a bit to decide which way is best. Namjoon forgoes a decision entirely and crashes right through the middle, using his speed to propel him through whatever the green pixels were supposed to be.

“That’s not how you’re supposed to do it!” you protest as you take the left fork.

“Whatever you say, y/n. But I’m winning. Aaaaand... I’ve won.”

He has, and you cruise to a digital stop mere seconds after him.

“You absolute fuckwad!” You cry, fuming as you stomp over to him. “You cheated, you bitchass motherfucking son of a–”

“Child.”

“What?”

“There is a child behind you,” Namjoon says. “And he’s staring.”

You turn around and notice that there is indeed a child staring at you, his mouth hanging open.

“Great. Aaaand I’m leaving.” What are you doing? You’re done being humiliated– you’re considering fighting Yeonjun to the death, and if you don’t ace your exam it’s going to be his and Namjoon’s heads on the line.

Your brother was wrong. Taking a break hasn’t done anything except stress you out. “Keep the rest of the tokens, Namjoon. I won’t be needing them.” Sure, it was fun and exhilarating, but what a waste of time. It was all to sabotage you, you just know it.

“Wait– wait! y/n!”

You roll your eyes. “What? Gonna call me dumb? Pathetic? Do my clothes look weird? Is there something on my face? I don’t care, Namjoon, just stay the fuck away from me.”

“I...” Namjoon stops. “I was gonna say good luck. On the test.”

“Oh. Wait, what? Why are you wishing me luck?”

He smiles. “Trust your instincts a bit more, y/n. It’ll give you an edge on the multiple-choice questions. And, uh... I’m glad I saw you here. It was cool.”

Your cheeks warm at his words. Oh, no. No. No no no no. You are not catching feelings for Kim Namjoon. Literally anyone else but him–

“Do you want to study together?” you blurt out thoughtlessly before slapping a hand over your mouth.

Namjoon blinks slowly. “Huh?”

“I mean, I just meant, you’re the top scorer in the class, and it’s not like I need your help given that I’m proficient enough on my own but there’s always room for improvement right?” you explain in one breath.

“Right,” Namjoon says. “Always room for improvement. Yeah, good idea. I’ll, uh, text you?”

“You don’t have my number,” you say.

“Maybe you could fix that,” Namjoon replies with an uncharacteristic softness before you exchange numbers.

“I’ll see you around, Namjoon?”

“Yeah, see you around.”

“I still hate you though.”

“And I’m still beating you in anatomy.”

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