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Bail Out: 05

(Bruce Wayne x Reader)

A Bruce Wayne Multi Chapter Series

Chapter 05: “No Fun”

Summary: One fateful, drunken night gets you arrested for assault. However, once you get bailed out by Billionaire Socialite Bruce Wayne, surprising obstacles get in the way, forcing you to question all your choices in life, career, and in love.

Word Count: 8500+

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Swearing and Slight Violence

Author’s Note: So glad I could finish this on time. Now I’m impatiently working on the next part. When you read it, you will know why. Thanks again for the wonderful response. Enjoy!

Chapter LIST

The rapid sound of gunfire, infused with blood curdling screams, certainly forced your heart to beat right out of your chest. The beating, increased without any prior announcement shocked you, as if the live, blood pumping organ might literally fall out of your flesh vessel. The scene you witnessed, was never expected but only imagined in modes of fiction. Be it novels or films. However, when you truly got to taste it in the rusty reality, only then did you realize the gravity of its horror. And only then at that fateful moment, did you genuinely fear for your precious life.

Just when it seemed trouble had finally set you free.

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(A Few Days Earlier)

Allison Hughs was your quintessential fun-loving, living in the moment party girl with complete control over the pace of her existence. Apart from all that, she was also a loyal friend, blindly following you to the ends of the earth in ranting.

“SHE DID WHAT?”

Her inquiry was loud and dramatic, to which you nodded. “Yep” you replied, “She straight up went there…”

Safe to say, the ‘She’ that was being mentioned here was none other than Clara Bennett, the Consultant who slithered her way into Wayne Enterprises, solely to make exaggerated inspections on HR Operations, and to make your cooperate life a living hell, drenched with self-doubt and insecurity. It certainly traveled up a notch when she proactively invited you to take part in a Basic HR Crash Course, that was mainly designed to New Recruits. Simply because she assumed that you would find the Course ‘helpful’ to your own line of work. The fact she indirectly implied a trace of incompetence in you caused so much embarrassment.

“The hell is that bitch’s problem though?”

Allison kept inquiring, as she wiped off the milk from her lips, “Seriously…” she muttered, standing by the opened refrigerator in her pajamas.

“Yeah” you continued to nod, as you stuffed a spoonful of cereal into your mouth, “..and Lillian…being my senior since day 1, didn’t even treat me this way” you added, with a full mouth.

Already dressed for work, little did you expect to see Allison awake and engaged while you had your breakfast, “I look like a fucking joke…”you muttered, after finally gulping the food down.

“Hey!”

Allison cried, pointing her index finger at you, “Don’t you dare give up” she said with seriousness, standing before you, “You need to stand your ground and carry on with dignity…” she continued, her tone quite similar to a heroic speech, “Make Lillian proud she left you in charge…” she added, putting both hands on the table. Leaning forward, she took a closer look, “This will be good for you…” finally as her voice grew soft, she flashed a soft smile. You could not help but look at her affectionately, as you exhaled deeply.

“Talking to you makes me feel so much better…” you admitted. Pleased, Allison stood up straight.

“That’s why I’m your hype man, Sweetie!” she said, turning towards the window, “Watch out Gotham! The Bruiser is here to SLAY-”

“HEYYY!!-” your shushes exited along with your embarrassment. Your friend covered her mouth quickly.

“Sorry, Sweetie….” Allison whispered, taking the hands away, “But it just sounds so badass…” as her tone grew normal once more. You shot her a deranged look.

“Do I look like someone who deserves the name?” you inquired. “Well…” she said, folding her arms, “…the fact you punched that guy is a good enough reason…”

Shaking one’s head with a chuckle, you watched her head to the bedroom with a maniacal laughter. The sudden vibration of the table forced you to look down at your phone. The chuckling stopped, permitting your pulse to quicken with liberty. Rubbing your neck nervously, you proceeded to read the text from the only sender who was capable to send you through an emotional wild ride: Bruce Wayne.

Sorry, long night. Good Morning!

Pausing for a few seconds, you exhaled loudly as began to type:

No worries. Hope your day goes well, Mr. Wayne.

Being an appropriate response, you sent without hesitation. Long night?, could it possibly truly mean a hectic night of crime fighting and city saving in disguise? A strong urge suddenly arose to pull up the search browser on your phone, and type in the words: Batman. And what appeared first in the results certainly made your eyebrows rise with curiousity.

“Ali….” You yelled loud enough for her to hear, “You’ve heard of a website called… ‘Where’s the Bat’?

“EH?”

Her response was equally loud and echoing, “Oh yeah…” she added, whilst you opened the web page, “…Matty was talking about it sometime back…” she continued, “Some nerdy site about The Batman…”

“Damn!”

The word abruptly left your lips as your eyes widened. For you were treated to such a sight, “Ali…get this…” you said, proceeding to read the description of the page, “Welcome to ‘Where’s the Bat?’ Your Online Resource for all things Batman: Gotham’s Caped Crusader…” you squealed excitedly, “Ha! It’s a freakin’ fan site! Oh! Oh!” you exclaimed as you continued to read out loud:

“… reliable sources from our very own admins and enthusiasts all over Gotham City…” with a whistle, you nodded, “These folks are not kidding around, huh?” you muttered, letting your finger slowly scroll down, “And they have posts on almost every appearance he made in the city…” you said out loud, yet it seemed that Allison was never interested.

The Website backdrop was in black, but encompassing a very beautiful design concept. The immaculate detail was beyond believable. Detailed posts on possible weapons owned, vehicles, fighting styles and costume, Photos ranging from Low Quality to High, even blurry videos by camera phones, it was certainly a network of information. Your eyes widened when you saw the recent post title:

Batman and The Bruiser?

“What the-?” Muttering to yourself, you clicked on the article.

“…also known as The Bruiser (Click Here for the Viral Clip) was spotted nearby when a group of muggers had reportedly attacked her. According to the anonymous source, Batman had arrived right on time. A clip of the incident may not be available, yet we did manage to find a small clip as he escaped the scene. And according to Gotham PD, the Caped Crusader had appeared once again to The Bruiser’s aid the night after. As much as we feel sorry for the bad luck The Bruiser attracts, we could only be nothing but envious of her opportunity to meet the Dark Knight twice. And some of us could not help but wonder: Could romance possibly be in bloom between the two?”

“What?” Nervous chuckles were all you let out as you whispered, “Hah! In your dreams, fanboys…” you uttered, closing the browser, “Batman would never go for a woman like me” you said, almost dropping the phone by its sudden vibration. For a reply was received.

You too. Stay out of trouble :)

“And you stay out of my head” you said to yourself, putting the phone back on the table. Covering your face, you could only groan with frustration. Ever since that evening at the hospital a mere week before, casual texts from Bruce Wayne began to appear on your phone, starting off on the very next day:

Couldn’t thank you for running that errand for Fox.

The errand, meaning the black box that Mr.Fox entrusted you with. A small yet long box which was quite light. The very box that granted you access to his penthouse and to the friendship with Alfred Pennyworth.

Just doing my job, Mr.Wayne.

You remember replying that day at office. It was not exactly necessary for him to thank you this way, yet his action was commendable. He did not hesitate to quickly respond:

Much appreciated.

Just when you thought it was the end, he greeted once again two days later. During an important meeting, for example:

Hi there! Is Ms.Foster enjoying the gift?

Once the meeting wrapped up, you made sure to respond :

Very much, from what I know. You’re making motherhood very easy for her.

You would be lying if you did not look forward to write him back. The manner your fingers tingled was quite evident.

That’s a relief.

Clearly with his corresponding reply, he displayed quite an interest in conversing with you, by finding meager excuses to obtain your response. Yet, a part of you wondered what his actual intentions were. Be professional, a phrase that lingered in your head always. A warning, more like. As much as the desire to carry on the message thread was strong within, you did not reply back.

Two days passed, and surprisingly you were dying with curiousity. Could it be that his intention to communicate had finally gone? Or could it be that you were finally missing him? Forming a clever excuse to obtain his signature, you liaised with Jessica, only to find out Bruce Wayne was currently on a business trip in Singapore.

Intoxicated with impulsiveness, your thumbs grew stubborn as they formed a message on your phone:

Heard you’re in Singapore. How is it?

“Shit! Roaming Charges!”

You sighed, your palm slapped over your forehead. Putting the phone away to enjoy the view of the bus ride, you sincerely hoped he would never notice. But to your surprise, the phone vibrated instantly:

Loving the Food here.

Despite roaming charges, he was kind enough to reply. And that touched you very deeply. Then again, money was never an issue for a man of his stature. him. However, you were not Bruce Wayne. Still, a few extra dollars seemed nothing compared to the inner secretive joy you indulged in as you replied:

Not surprised. The Bakkwa over there is to die for.

He did not reply. He did not do so for a day and two. You grew worried, if he was really knee deep in business, or literally knee deep in trouble. But the next morning, you were finally assured of his safe arrival back to Gotham, especially when you found a gift at the door. A Gift which came in the form of a beautiful red box full of Bakkwa, the Chinese sweet dried meat, one of your favorite treats. You did not miss the handwritten note inside:

You’re right. It IS to die for. - B.Wayne

Chuckling with happiness, you were only compelled to quickly text him a grateful reply:

The Bakkawa enthusiast sends her Thanks.

To which you finally received a reply this morning as you indulged on your cereal:

Sorry, long night. Good Morning!

Groaning in frustration seemed rightfully reasonable for you. Stressing out seemed rightfully reasonable as well. Who would not, when there was a storm that brewed inside of you. A storm of emotions that contained the sticky quality. The adhesiveness that was stubborn to the core. For if you look at the situation in it’s entirety, this was not your average instance of a man and woman forming a textual habit in order to know one another. You were an acting Head, informally socializing with the owner of Wayne Enterprises. Being in HR, you could already feel the weight of unprofessionalism heat on you. That guilt which already seemed to haunt you subtly. Thus, not responding further seemed logical, yet it certainly was a hard pill for you to swallow.

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“You sure you don’t want anything? Coffee or Tea?”

You asked Officer John Blake, ushering him to his seat as you sat down. He shook his head.

“I’m good, Ma’am” he said with a smile. Smiling back, you were drenched with guilt. A week earlier, the police officer had requested to meet, yet with your unexpected work load, you reluctantly had to send him back the previous time. Forcing him to wait so long for a week was something you knew you would go to hell for. But John Blake did not judge, or as it seemed from his expression.

“Didn’t know you were running a tight ship here .” He said, looking back to witness the bustle in the main hall outside.

“Well, the Head’s on Maternity leave so…I’m stuck here, hehe…” You answered nervously, “Once again I’m so sorry Officer. You said it was something urgent?”

“It’s about the two attacks…” Blake said, capturing your attention. “Now I’m sure you’re probably wondering if those are simply coincidental or something more…”

“I honestly have been afraid to go down that rabbit hole, but yes I did wonder…” you replied. Looking sideways, he finally turned your way as his lowered his voice:

“I have reason to believe Erik Henderson may be connected to this…”

The image of the mocking man, and his bloody nose flashed before your very eyes. Given his anger, it could be a high possibility. Yet, you were in disbelief.

“What gave you the idea?” You inquired with curiousity. Blake kept his police his hat on his lap securely:

“The men who attacked you, the ones we arrested…” He said, to which you nodded in acknowledgment, “They were bailed out the very next day by-”

“-Henderson’s Legal Team?” You asked blankly, for you were still in disbelief. Blake nodded.

“I may be wrong” he said, “Bailing the people who attacked you, it could also just be a power move, maybe to scare you off…” he added, leaning forward, “So far we cannot be sure…” He continued, “But I think it’s best for you to keep an eye out-”

Your eyes suddenly darted towards the phone screen. For an email just appeared in your personal inbox with a title:

“Job Offer for General Manager”

Eyes widening, you were certainly not expecting that. Quiet for a few minutes, you found yourself staring at your own table, for you were confused beyond all measure with everything you just heard and saw.

“I’m sorry...” Blake began, shaking you from your thoughts, “ if I’m causing you any discomfort-”

“No…it’s alright” flipping the phone downward, you shook your head with a soft smile, “I just…all this was just so unexpected. Didn’t think there would be any possibility for anything like this, that’s all” you said, smiling even more, “I appreciate the information, Officer”

Truthfully, you were nothing but grateful to the man. Perhaps it was because he was the arresting officer who was in charge of that fateful night. Nevertheless, he was nothing but kind to you. Blake grinned widely.

“The Precinct still thanks The Bruiser for Common’s Coffee” He said, to which you were genuinely surprised.

“Oh! I’m glad-”

“BOSS!”

Greg’s cries forced both of you to look to the door. Distress never looked good on Greg. Giving a heavy sigh, he began:

“ I’m sorry to keep doing this but…” he said, “Clara’s gone off the rails!”

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As he made his way down the Lobby through the crowds, John Blake made his careful observations, fascinated by all that he glanced upon in the Wayne Tower. “Officer Blake!” Stopping in his tracks, John turned upon hearing a familiar voice. He smiled.

“Mr.Wayne…” He addressed, “Didn’t expect to see you here” Smartly dressed in a pinstriped three piece suit, Bruce Wayne stood before the much younger man with a reciprocative smile.

“Well,” he began “You can’t just play hard….so…” Nodding in acknowledgment, Blake held on to his hat. With the silence between them growing longer, John began to speak:

“I’m actually just coming down after meeting one of your Senior Managers” He said, which caught Wayne’s attention.

“Who is…?”

When Blake provided him with the name, Bruce nodded nonchalantly. “Is this anything to do with the Henderson case?” He asked, suddenly growing serious. Surprised by his knowledge, the officer nodded.

“Yes….” Blake added. But then again, there was nothing to be surprised of. Given Wayne was in the hotel when it all happened.

“How did she take it?” “Surprisingly pretty well” Blake said, as he began to walk alongside Wayne ,“But she seems to have her hands full today, doesn’t look too good” he sighed, involuntarily empathizing with her. And given Wayne’s subtle yet concerned expression, Blake realized he was not alone there. Finally reaching the exit, the officer was compelled to do the unexpected:

“Since you were a witness to the incident,..” he began, making Wayne look at him, “ I think it’s probably best that you also know…”

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You have always put your trust in Lillian Foster. That trust had lasted throughout your time in Wayne Enterprises without forsaking you for a mere second. Thus, you were certain she did the needful in approving the Revised Policies and Regulations before taking her leave. For you had personally witnessed it.

However, when a company email from Clara Bennett to Lucius Fox claimed HR was seemingly incapable of carrying out their operations under the current leadership, you were not surprised to find your anger making an appearance.

And the embarrassment you had to face when she even went so far as to copy you and your managers in to that said email. Professional was nowhere near this behavior. For this was simply child’s play. The panic all your department staff went through was understandable. Especially when they worked only to their very best.

“You wanted to me see me?”

Clara asked, as she entered your office. Raising your head up, you threw a cold expression her way: “Close the door please” Your tone was stern. Looking around, Clara furrowed her eyebrows. “But aren’t you supposed to-” “I’ll take my chances, Ms. Bennett” You interrupted her, lips forming a tight smile. With an uncertain nod, she closed the door shut, before taking a few steps towards you. Slowly getting up from your desk, you quickly walked over to her. It was now or never. “We saw that little email that you sent to Mr. Fox.” You stated, to which she did not flinch. Scoffing, your hands rested on your hips, “I know how things work: When people mess up, even after many warnings, they get complained about to the superiors…” you said in a matter-of-fact tone, “But…” you paused, as you were on a dire attempt not to explode, “how can you expect us...” Surprisingly you felt emotion trickling in, “...to take this lying down when you DIDN'T PERFORM EITHER OF THOSE ACTIONS?” With your voice surprisingly getting louder than expected, Clara found herself folding her arms in defense: “Look, I get it...” She said, her smile suddenly faded, “You don’t like me snooping around” You scoffed in disbelief, “Ms.Bennett, this is not you snooping around. This is you desperately finding excuses to make US LOOK BAD” you stated loudly, “I mean…What exactly on the policies and regulations are you complaining about?” You inquired. And to your surprise, Clara grew quiet before she finally answered:

“I just...” she paused, as if she was seeking excuses, “...don’t understand why the Policies couldn’t be circulated if they were revised” Your jaw dropped in disbelief, “What are you talking about??They were already revised and circulated” you answered with certainty, appalled by the childish games that were being played. “Well…” pausing again, “I don’t see them in the Public Folder”she said stubbornly, to which you sighed, rubbing your temples, “ And according to my sources, It’s Paula Yang’s responsibility, am I right?” Though authority was rife in her tone, you could sense the menace that lingered invisibly.

“Ms. Bennett...” you gritted through your teeth, taking your hand away, “Paula is on bed rest after breaking HER LEG...from a biking accident last weekend” you burst out, “...if you looked up on our employees with the SAME ENTHUSIASM you did on our work, then you would probably know that” you spat, fuming with anger, “But If you expect me to deprive her of her paid leave, JUST SO she could just limp over here to UPLOAD SOME POLICIES to a server? then you’re sorely mistaken! ” You cried out, panting.

Subtly shocked at your response, Clara stood silently. Given her reaction, it was quite evident something disastrous would soon follow. Your threw your hands up in defense.

“Fine” you said, “If you prefer to pin this error on me, please do. But… not the department” you said, as your voice grew soft , “...please” you breathed. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, Clara opened them once again, shooting you a stern glance.

“Do you know…what I was told about you before I came here?” She posed a rhetorical question, to which you rightfully did not answer to, “An unprofessional thug, with anger issues.” She said.

In all your years of working at Wayne Enterprises, this was the far from what you had ever heard from anyone. The silence ruled over the atmosphere for a few more seconds.

“So I came in with a mission...” Clara went on, “...to tame you. Or to rile you up enough to expose who you really were” she said harshly. Folding your own arms in defense, you took a deep breath:

“Well,” you began, “I believe I was angry For the right reasons. So no regrets here” you answered with confidence. Whatever consequence that may follow, you were not aware of, for your justified rage may possibly have outdone yourself this time. You only wished Lillian would forgive you.

“But…” Clara paused, “...from the way you stood up for your employees and your department…,” she said, as her expression softened, “ I guess… I was badly misinformed.” Confusion took over you for the next few seconds, as she looked straight into your eyes before taking in a deep breath:

“I’m sorry!” Your eyes widened, “P-Pardon?” Sighing, Clara reluctantly rubbed the sides of her thighs: “I’m sorry…If I insulted you in any way” she said shyly in a low tone, “Honestly speaking, no matter how much I tried to deny it, everything seems to be running smoothly” She added.

Relief quickly washed over you. Leaving you questioning reality all the sudden. “ I would gladly leave you all alone but..,” Clara smiled, “I’ve been contracted here for a while. So, I hope we can all cooperate together till I leave. Maybe a fresh start?”

Extending her hand to you, she presented a genuine smile. A smile possibly carrying hope to gain your trust. Sincerely impressed by her bravery, you smiled back: “Sure, Apology accepted” You said, shaking her hand, “I really appreciate it, Ms.Bennett”

“Clara, Please.” She insisted, “Ms.Bennett just pisses me off even more”

Chuckling together, you nodded, “Okay, Gotcha��

The phone rang loud to your surprise. Giving her a friendly wave, you quickly moved to your desk in a cheerful manner, growing even more cheerful upon seeing the extension on the phone screen.

“Mr. Fox!” You answered, as you sat down, “How can I help you?”

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Since the fateful day she first laid eyes on him in his glorious return to Wayne Enterprises until now, Jessica would certainly never not blush whenever Bruce Wayne politely greeted her. Upon seeing her red face, he stepped into Lucius Fox’s office, walking over to find the CEO on the phone wearing a smile on his face.

“Don’t worry about it.” Fox said over the phone, “So you’ll come? Perfect…” He smiled, nodding at Wayne as he finally appeared in his eye line, “Hope to see you then” He added, hanging up the phone.

“I have to admit…” Fox began, ushering Bruce to sit, “… seeing you here every day at Wayne Tower is a happy surprise” He said. Bruce smiled.

“Everything alright?” He asked the CEO, “The Audits aren’t happening till another month or so..”

“No…” Fox shook his head, surprisingly impressed, “ I was actually wondering if you would…like to join me in the Company Dinner, this Thursday night. It’s a little gathering I normally do with the Heads of Departments...” he continued, glancing upon Wayne’s confused expression, “...to form a closer bond and… give them morale” He said, tilting his head. As much as the sentiment was kind, Wayne sighed with exhaustion.

“Mr.Fox, you know very well how I rather be stuck in the basement than go to that…” he said, slowly getting up, “I’m afraid I’ll have to pass”. Offering a polite smile, he turned around to make his leave. When opportunities to make a choice were given, he would certainly rather choose to not wear that mask in public. It tired him.

“She’s coming too”

Bruce froze, the moment Fox’s words reached his ears. Turning to him, he raised his eyebrows.

“She?” He began, “You mean…she?” He asked, highly emphasizing on the said pronoun, for both of them knew the person being discussed.

“Yes” Fox said, “Just got off the phone with her as you came in” he added, “I just thought you would like to know” with nonchalance, he casually put on his glasses.

Silently nodding, Bruce turned back to resume walking. Only except he halted once again, just to spin back around smoothly.

“Thursday…what time?” He inquired with genuine curiousity.

Being a man of his age, Lucius Fox could not help but smile at his response.

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Being the workaholic, Lunch Breaks was nothing short of special for you. The moment the last bite of your delicious meal reached your lips, it was off to work once again, giving you ample time to finish your tasks. But this Wednesday, you cast that usual habit away, taking the luxury you rarely took during this entire decade.

Just to decide on a dress.

With your lunch on the desk and Allison on speakerphone, your eyes moved back and forth from two beautiful dresses on the website. With Mr. Fox casually inviting you to the Company Dinner, all you longed to provide was a good impression. Most women in your position would feel greatly pressured and stick to a salad just to fit into the dress. However, you were far too greedy to ignore the great Spaghetti Bolognese that was on the table before you.

“Sweetie, You know I love you, So why won’t you fucking listen to me?”

Allison’s echoed out loud, as you stared at the screen with concern. “Cause it’s a crazy idea, that’s why ” you said, stuffing pasta into your mouth, “Better go with the black one…” you said with a full mouth, pointing at the long sleeved black dress, “It’s tame, and I can just blend in with crowd” squinting, you attempted at imagining yourself in the outfit.

“Boo! BORING”

Allison’s response was quite obvious.

“Hey!” Clara’s whisper reached your ears, urging you to find her standing by the door with a smile. Ever since the intervention, the atmosphere underwent a surprising change, and all was well with the both of you. It was quite unbelievable how cooperative she had become. “I’m sorry but...could I borrow a twenty?” She asked politely in a whisper, all in order not to intrude your call. “Sure…” You whispered back, reaching into your bag to grab your purse, “Hah! Lucky you, that’s all I have” You grinned, fishing out the only dollar note as she headed over to take it from your hand.

“Hey! Hey! Sweetie, Did I lose you?”

Allison’s voice brought you back to the phone call. “No! No! You didn’t…Sorry! Argh!” Groaning in frustration, you looked back at the computer screen, “I don’t know what to do, Ali…” You muttered.

“What is it?” With her still standing there, Clara finally asked out loud. She genuinely looked concerned. Embarrassed, you pointed at the screen.

“No it’s just…” you paused, “I have to go to this Cooperate Dinner thingy tomorrow, and I don’t know what to get…” you added, “…the Black or the White”.

Silent for a few seconds, you stared at Clara as she rubbed her chin with seriousness, while making a careful observation at the screen. Finally, her fingers snapped loudly.

“The White One…” Confidence oozed out of her voice as she replied. Looking back at the dress, you took a deep breath. V neck on the front along with a low cut in the back, the pure white silk evening gown certainly possessed the potential to be a show stopper.

“I mean…Why be afraid to stand out?”

Clara’s words, they rang in your ears so loudly. Pointing at the dress, she continued:

“Wear this, and No one will be able to take their eyes off you” The manner in which she uttered, you were suddenly filled with enough power to head out to the battlefield. Her words, they were simply invisible embellishments to the dress, making it the armor and the secret weapon. It simply became powerful. And finally, you were convinced on which dress to finally purchase. Lips forming into a warm smile, you thanked her inaudibly.

“YAY!” Allison cried out on the line, “Whoever just said that, I agree with you” Chucking, Clara cleared her throat and looked at your mobile phone.

“Hey there…It’s Clara by the way…” she said to Allison. You suppressed a huge grin as you imagined Allison’s surprise upon hearing that.

“Oh…YOU’RE Clara?…” she said, pausing, “Well I like how you think, Clara” she said happily afterwards. Relieved by the sight of both your best friend and your new friend being acquainted, your eyes moved back to the beautiful dress.

“Wear this, and No one will be able to take their eyes off you”

Clara may be right. But you were a simple woman, and your wishes were just as simple. Little did anyone know how your heart simply longed for just one person to indulge your presence for the entire evening. But the possibility of that, was just your wishful thinking. You could only hope for the evening be as successful as imagined. As long as it had the perfect touch of jazz piano playing in the background.

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With notes played with the fluidity of a free flowing stream, the jazz piano music was certainly better tonight than it was that Friday evening weeks ago. With tonight, you only hoped to replace the horrid memory of violence that linked the genre of music with an evening more refined. For tonight, you were no violator, nor a drunkard. You were merely a lady in a beautiful, silk dress.

Walking through the Lobby in your silver open toe heels, you came into the realization of how the dress simply became you. Contrary to your fears, it embraced your curves effortlessly, while the material was kind to you, caressing and cooling your skin.The dress itself contained a sense of assurance you would most likely receive from a trusted friend, some good Samaritan, kindly whispering positive affirmations. Fashioning the outfit with your Mikimoto pearls, you felt you were prepared enough.

You were punctual, fortunately. Lillian would have been proud. When you arrived at the reserved table, the other Heads were just about to take their seats. Cold, curt nods were passed on to you the moment they caught sight of you. Lucius Fox, however was humble enough to smile widely upon seeing you.

“I appreciate you coming in tonight…” He stated, as he politely ushered you to your seat, which granted you access between him and Head of Legal, Ted’s Boss, “This is usually Lillian’s gig” he said.

“Yes I heard,” you agreed while sitting down together, “And she does it flawlessly”

“I think you’ll be able to hold off your own” Fox assured, quite impressed by your appearance tonight. You smiled.

“Thank you, Mr. Fox” you nodded, looking at him, until he suddenly rose from his own chair.

“Ah! The man of the hour”

He said as he looked ahead, “…so glad you could come, Mr.Wayne”

The mere mention of that man’s name made you turn forward in a flash. Bruce Wayne was simply Suave incarnate. He certainly brought forth great depth to his presence everywhere he set foot on. You swore the airways inside began to dry out as your breath was taken away in secret. However, that breath was quickly stomped and discarded recklessly when you realized he was no alone. With a beautiful woman on his arm, he arrived at the table.

When that strong, sour feeling came over you, you were mature enough to admit it was simple jealousy. Yet then again, the playboy lifestyle certainly was demanding. The flashing smile Bruce wore slightly disappeared , when his eyes met yours from the corner of the table. With your sour jealousy stewing you, it was a sheer relief that he took his seat on the other far corner.

“Really Mr .Wayne, This is such a pleasant surprise” Mr. Kline, Head of Accounting mentioned with joy.

“Well, Mr. Fox is getting better with power of persuasion, I suppose ” Wayne said, looking at Lucius, “So...” rubbing his hands together, he smiled, “What are we all having? My treat...”

To everyone’s delight, the night certainly started off on a positive note. According to the trusted word of Lucius Fox, Sushi was the prime choice of food on every single dinner . It was the shared interest with all the Heads by coincidence. Thus, becoming a tradition.

Fortunately for you, you knew your way with Japanese cuisine enough to save your face. Wine and Sake were in abundance in the table, leaving most of the Heads and Wayne’s date quite excited with intoxication. It was certainly a surprise for you, to see the Heads break out into wide smiles and childish attitudes once the alcohol entered their systems. They did not speak much with you, which you were fine with. You were the new one there , after all. But with Fox next to you, you felt a fatherly figure watched over you. You listened to him with earnest, which was not so difficult with his charismatic voice.

You also longed for a distraction. A strong distraction from Bruce Wayne’s eyes secretly claiming ownership over you the entire time. Could he be watching Fox? Or you? You honestly did not know. As much as your inner heart jumped for Joy by the thought of him watching you, confusion ruled supreme.

The turn of the conversation topic from Work to Sailing suddenly tempted the Heads call Mr Fox over to the other side, forcing him and Bruce to change seats instead. His date did not even notice, as she was busy engrossed in her phone. Though you were at your element, calmly eating your maki rolls in silence, your heart beat increased in an instant when his presence nearby was confirmed. His aura gently murmured a greeting of affection, urging you to look up from your plate. Covering your mouth, you politely swallowed the food. With the others engaged in their own little world, it seemed that you and Bruce were suddenly left to yourselves.

“Thank you again for the Bakkwa”

You began, clearing your throat “…it was heavenly” you said, smiling whilst flashing your full red lips. Smiling back warmly, he leaned forward to the table.

“I don’t wanna brag but...” he paused, “I found that store all by myself” He said softly, as it was a dramatic secret. Eyes widened, you played along: “Oh! I find that hard to believe” You said, chuckling.

“Ask me the address, I dare you” He said blankly, making you chuckle harder. Nodding, you generously accepted his kindness. Be it text or face to face, talking to Bruce Wayne symbolized pure joy to you.

“Well, well, well…”

An eerie voice, a voice that haunted your intoxicated memories, and a voice that caused the hairs of the back of your neck to stand. It was a voice you knew well. So bloody well.

“Isn’t this a surprise?”

The entire table looked over to find Erik Henderson. With a gracefully beautiful and age appropriate woman standing beside him, Henderson was as smug as he could be. “Mr. Henderson...” Fox said. Henderson looked right at him. “Lucius...” He uttered, without casting a single glance at Bruce Wayne. The sight of him brought a sense of fear to you. According to Officer Blake, he could very much be responsible for all the attacks you were victim to during the past few weeks. The possibility was high. Thus, the intimidation was justified. Funny how the intoxicated group of Heads managed to maintain their frozen states for a few seconds. As if their buzz was killed right off.

“Well,..” Henderson began, maintain his unimpressed expression, “I wish you all have a pleasant evening” He stressed , slowly turning to leave. “And You!” A gasp left you the moment he spun back to point his index finger at you with such ferocity and anger. With bated breath, you wondered if time froze. Until he suddenly smiled at you. “You behave now...” He said mockingly, chuckling with power as he finally left the table. With the awkward silence taking control, embarrassment injected itself into you. The way he spoke to you was certainly disrespectful. So much so, your right hand quickly clenched into a tight fist , forcing you to revisit the trauma even now by his cruel words. All your anger, centralized into this fist.

But that anger suddenly vanished into thin air, the moment you felt Bruce’s palm rest over your fist. A literal warmth spread across every cell on your being, as his palm comforted you, and empathized with you more than ever. A few seconds of that sent you to a level of peace you never visited. The fact that a man such as he was with his inner conflicts could still heal you unexpectedly, it was magic to you. Finally looking at him, you nodded with gratefulness, leading him to take his away politely.

With silence still in charge, you were guilty of your past actions ruining tonight’s occasion as well. “Maybe it’s the alcohol but...” Kline slowly began, “...that Henderson’s face always reminds me of an…animal…” he remarked, breaking the ice, “l can’t place which one exactly...” He struggled, snapping his fingers away to remember. “A Bat?” Another Head inquired. “YES!” Kline yelled out loud, causing others to finally laugh and feel the comfort take center stage once more. Letting out a sigh, you were relieved to let them converse and make merry. You were occupied enough, recovering from Bruce’s sudden touch. “...and speaking of Bats...” Kline slurred out, “That Batman fella...” “-He comes up every time…” Fox yelled towards your direction with a sigh, while the others clapped in glee. Being so popular, it was no surprise that many consider Batman to be a celebrity of his own right. “-wonder if he ever has any off days?” Kline sniggered, red in the face with sake. “Ha! Like paid leave, you mean?” “And don’t forget insurance! Boy! that man needs a big one” “Hahaha!” “Mr.Wayne! Mr. Wayne!” Kline yelled at Bruce, “Any idea about him from the grapevine ?” He inquired. “What?” Bruce asked, “…that Looney!?!” He added with an amused smile, “Eh! Not interested” he replied with an unimpressed tone. “Why?” It seemed that everyone was curious. Even you were. “Because...” Bruce paused, “Well…he’s a Looney! That’s all….” he laughed, shaking his hand in the air with dismissal. His carefree laughter infected the others, except you. As you were too occupied observing him, you could not even focus. He may have not worn the cowl, but he was certainly wearing his mask. Noticing your stare, Bruce turned to find your face filled with a soft smile.

“You really don’t mean that about the guy, right?” You murmured softly. And all the sudden, that carefree expression of his slowly melted away to reveal his true form, unmasked. “No” Calm and collected, he shook his head with a gentle smile. A sudden urge to embrace him was birthed in you for some reason, it was certainly out of your control. “Hey! Lillian’s Backup!” You jumped upon hearing Kline call you out loudly. With all eyes on landing towards your direction, you quickly sat up straight, “What’s your take on him? The Batman?” Kline inquired informally. “Oh!” Pleasantly surprised, you were speechless for a few seconds. What were you to say really? “I -I rather not say...” you admitted, as you found yourself chuckling shyly. “Eh!” Kline muttered, seemingly unamused, “She’s no fun”he claimed, “…not like Lillian now, is she?” The others hummed together in agreement. They may have gotten lost in their own world of conversation once again. Yet, the words Kline blurted affected you deeply. “Well….” You sighed, “Nothing I haven’t heard before” “What is…?” Bruce’s inquiry made you look at him. Placing both your elbows on the table, you took a deep breath as you kept a brave, fixed gaze at him:

“You’re.. no… fun”

You said, in a low yet strong tone as you emphasized on every word with pain, “…that one”

“I find that hard to believe” Bruce said. He did not flinch. Instead, he accepted your stare and held on to it firmly. Even with the golden lights you were still able to make out the beautiful hazel green eyes of his up close. His gaze, it was as powerful as anything physical. As if his eyes could caress the back of your neck, brushing the loose hair from it, leaving nothing but shivers on you.

Finally breaking free from it, you sat back with a chuckle.

“Well” you began, “…you obviously haven’t met my ex”

You watched his eyebrows furrow the moment those words exited you. Taking a huge sip of wine, you pressed your lips together.

“He said I fall too fast....” you began, “or care too much...or something”

Revisiting that dark period in your life was akin to walking a thousand miles backwards, just to get your heart pricked by sharp, rusted nails. The mere image of it forced you to gulp more wine.

“Well, Where is he now?”

Bruce asked softly. Taking a third sip, you looked back at him:

“You mean after he cheated on me?” You asked, chuckling sadly, “…He flew off somewhere…with his new girlfriend” you said, sighing “Apparently I was too predictable and doesn’t play hard to get”

“Then…” Bruce began, “…what about you throwing punches at Henderson?”

“That?” You widened your eyes, “Oh that’s just the whiskey”

Laughter ensued, breaking the tension between the two once again. Truthfully, you felt much at ease right then.

“I bet you don’t have that problem, playing the field and all” You said, holding on to your wine glass. Bruce smiled.

“Ah! Getting too attached doesn’t help anyone, I guess” he answered. And for some reason, you could empathize. Now more than ever.

“True...” you agreed, looking at him. However, that warmth you carried for him was also enlarged, and suddenly emotion overpowered logic.

“I know this is the corniest you’ve heard always….” you paused, “…but when the right person comes along...it’s so worth it” you continued, taking a deep, shaky breath, “…even if your heart gets broken into millions...billions of pieces”

Your eyes locked onto his with every word you uttered, and to your surprise, he did not look away. For a moment, his gaze on you translated into deep belief. For a Moment, his gaze dismissed every other occupant in the restaurant, except you. For a moment his silence proved that anything was possible.

Until you realized, never was life that easy.

“But like I said…” You added, blinking away the heavy stare, “... it’s not your problem” You said, fiddling with your clutch purse mindlessly. “Actually I-” “Whoops!” You sniggered when the clutch purse dropped out of your hand. Laughing together, you both found yourselves bending down to search for it.

“Let Me get that-” Bruce volunteered, as he spotted the purse, grabbing it for you.

“Thank you” You murmured shyly, reaching out your hand to take it.

The mere act of a clutch purse being transferred from one hand to another never felt this intense. A circus act commenced inside your stomach all the sudden. The manner you found yourself blushing, certainly proved his effect as a whole. The warmth of his palm earlier, it brought protection and comfort in the time of danger. However, the slightest brush of his fingers just now, it birthed confetti of butterflies, causing the internal circus to go berserk.

As he looked you up and down, you prayed he did not notice the red on your cheeks. For this man had such power over you, it was sheer chaos. But a beautifully, addictive one.

“Your Dress...” he breathed, making your own breath shake, “You look very-” “Bruce!” A seductive voice emerged out of the blue, as you realized it was his date walking over to his side. Being one of Gotham’s most well known supermodels, she exuded beauty with her tall and thin frame and brunette locks flowing down her shoulders. Wrapping her goddess-like arms around his neck, she whispered a few words to him before heading over to the restroom area. Compared to her, you felt like a little cinder block. “She’s beautiful...” you muttered hoarsely, looking down at your wine. You heard him sigh uncomfortably. “Listen...” Bruce began, causing your heart to long for hope, “I-” “Would you like anything else, Sirs?” The emotional roller coaster unexpectedly finished its ride when an over enthusiastic waiter’s loud voice caused everyone in the table to look up. “No, Thank you...” Fox said, slowly getting up, “Actually, I think might head home now” “And I will join you” You said, standing up in a flash, “Ladies, Gentleman...” you nodded to the Heads, “...Mr. Wayne” Giving him a slight nod, you turned to follow Lucius Fox. You dared not turn back to see his face. That would just show weakness. Just walk away, it was the right thing to do. The longer you will linger, the stronger your attachment will be. The stronger your need to love him will be. And what would be the use of strengthening that existing love, when the odds were always in the way?

Seduced by the women with the highest standards of beauty and power, you obviously must seem like nothing for a man such as he. You were simply charity, the employee in need. Perhaps your ex was right, You really were no fun.

Besides, being jealous was never your right, not especially when you did not even pour your heart out. And when you would not even consider doing so, being tied to morals, ethics and rules?

And if he even had not shown you his own heart, what gave you the right to be angry with anyone, except yourself?

You asked yourself, why were you wasting your time?

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Allison’s eyes grew wide with excitement the moment you arrived home.

Clutching onto her bowl of popcorn, she watched you close the door and lean against it to look back at her. Though her hair was in a messy bun, she still managed to pull off ‘homely cool’.

“So...” she began softly, “How did it go?” Silent, You took a deep breath, not knowing where to begin. “Well-” “-Did you make Wayne cream his pants?” Allison cut you off with glee, seemingly over excited. Jaw dropped, your face contorted with disgust. “Ali! …ewww” You exclaimed, seeing her perverted expression and suggestive eyebrows. Truthfully the thought of it brought some laughter soon after. You felt calmer. “Well, did he?” Allison was persistent. Pushing yourself from the door, you began to take off your shoes, “Well…” You paused, “I think he liked what he saw” you said smiling shyly. “Yeah?” Her excitement still intact, as you sat next to her.

“I think so…” you said, reminiscing those precious moments his blessed eyes watched only you, “…but…” you paused, “it doesn’t matter…”, Sighing, you shook your head frantically, “…cause he was with a Supermodel tonight so...” “Supermodel? Sweetie, I’m sorry” laying her head on your shoulder, Allison sighed in response. Patting her on the lap, you got up. Just like that, the little giddy excitement between two women suddenly crashed and burned upon knowing they were hopeless going against a supermodel.

“Hey! by the way…” Allison began, “…did you give money for Mrs. Hernandez’s going away party?”

You froze.

“Shit!” You cried out, “ I forgot!”

Mrs. Hernandez was one of the lovely tenants in the apartment building who will be moving out this week to go live with her son. All tenants were supposed to pool in for the going away party, today being the deadline. Opening your purse with haste, you groaned. “Damn it! I don’t have any change...” Of course you did not. Not when you gave away your last note to Clara yesterday. With the current use of cards and e-payment, you rarely used cash these days.

“Me neither, Sweetie” Allison replied, mindlessly staring at the television. You sighed. Transferring the money will not do as it wont be convenient for the others. And being a bad tenant was the last thing on your mind.

“Screw it!” You said, “I’ll just go get some now” Running to your room, you proceeded to change.

“Cool…” Allison uttered quietly, until she remembered, “By the way, can you also get milk?”Allison yelled to your room, “WE’RE OUT ALREADY!!”

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If wearing an elegant dress brought out the glamorous woman in you, then leggings and an oversized black hoodie brought out the homebody. With the hood over your head, you dug your hands in the deep pockets whilst standing at the line for the ATM. What was taking so long?

Almost 11pm, yet the neighborhood was bustling more than usual. In fact, it fascinated you. Younger folk in higher numbers lingered hanging about by the Bodega. You wondered if a party was taking place somewhere nearby, as most of them wore clothes with a similar vibe. Some danced to the loud music that played, some drank sitting on the pavement, while some lined up in front of you in the ATM line. Was it a party? Or a flashmob? Or were you suddenly intruding the filming of a music video? It simply seemed so unrealistic. Could it be the sake and wine were forcing you to imagine all this?

Then moment your phone started to ring, you knew you were not imagining. Not when the phone vibrated in your hand, not when the name of the caller caused you to breath deeply.

“Mr.Wayne?”

His breath over the phone sent shivers down your spine so subtly. Attraction was indeed a strange phenomenon.

“Hey! Did you go home okay?”

He asked. Nodding, you looked around.

“Of course.” You replied, “Mr. Fox was kind enough to drop me straight home”

“Good. Good,” As he muttered in a rush, you heard him exhale, “ Listen, can we talk? ”

Nervousness took you over with a sudden burn in your face. What must he wish to say? Was he attempting to confirm what you already dread about? Was he fully acknowledging your desires to be futile and hopeless? You kept quiet as he continued:

“About tonight…I really-” he paused, “Where are you?” The loud cheers of some of the younger folk interrupted the conversation. Amongst the crowd, a lone figure walked over to the middle of the street.

“I’m at the Bodega nearby my place” you replied, trying to be nonchalant with him. However, somehow that lone figure standing managed to capture your attention, "Huh! Strange...”

“What is it?”

Your eyebrows furrowed the moment the figure turned to face your direction. Familiarity was quite strong in him. “There’s this guy here…” you said, “… who looks just like-”

You froze, “Oh no!” You breathed.

The moment the figure effortlessly pulled out a portable machine gun from his oversized long coat, it clearly dawned on you on who he really was:

“Mr. Slender?” You muttered to yourself.

Pointing the weapon upwards, loud and rapid shots were fired, causing panic amongst the public. The shock forced your hands to lose control, almost dropping your phone to the ground.

“Hello? Hello?”

You heard Bruce loud and clear, yet you were not in the right state of mind to respond. The chaos, certainly forced your heart to beat right out of your chest. The beating, increased without any prior announcement shocked you, as if the live, blood pumping organ might literally fall out of your flesh vessel.

“EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND, NOW!”

Mr.Slender bellowed, finally revealing his masculine and controlled voice. The public, including those inside the Bodega made their way to the ground. With Mr. Slender’s reinforcements inside the building, it was made sure no one were to reach out for law enforcement any time soon. Just when it seemed all had complied to his command, one obstinate young man rose up quickly.

“Hey man!” The man cried out, walking over to him, “Be cool…Be-”

“I SAID ON THE GROUND!”

Blood curdling screams erupted from the crowd when Mr.Slender brutally fired at the man, sending him flying back, falling on to the ground like a bloody piece of meat. Given the continuous reactions from the people nearby, he was certainly dead. Emptiness and fear swallowed you whole upon witnessing this.

“DON’T EVEN THINK OF BEING STUBBORN!! ”

Mr.Slender yelled out, brandishing his gun around, “MY DEMANDS ARE SIMPLE...”

He continued, “I’M LOOKING FOR ONE PARTICULAR PERSON…” he said, “AND I WILL NOT LEAVE…UNTIL THAT PERSON STEPS FORWARD!!”

Scenes such as these, they were never expected but only imagined in modes of fiction. Be it novels or films. However, when you truly got to taste it in the rusty reality, only then did you realize the gravity of its horror. And only then at that fateful moment, did you genuinely fear for your precious life.

Especially when the person he was looking for, was you.

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Left Behind -- Chapter 17

In which Lucy gets caught out, Hugh Creighton-Ward is a flirt, and Scott is just Scott...

PART 1 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21

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Before she could reach the lab, her phone vibrated in her pocket, making her hesitate with a frown. Anyone who would call her direct number was there on the island. In terms of Tracy Industries and International Rescue, all calls would be diverted through to her desk in the lounge and answered by whomever was around at the time.

She couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows as she looked at the caller ID.

“Well this is unexpected.” She smiled, pausing in the hallway to lean against the wall.

Hugh chuckled across the line, “I can call another time but I think you’ll appreciate what I have to say.”

She tutted at him, “Now, Hugh, I never said that it was unwelcome.”

“Ahh, so you look forward to my calling?”

Heat had risen in her cheeks at the tone of his voice, low in implication.

“You certainly always have something important to say,” She smiled, “So what’s going on today?”

Footsteps sounded further down the corridor, making her look up to check who it was. As Hiram and Kyrano rounded the corner, she waved slightly and gestured to the phone pressed to her ear.

“I have some news regarding your friend Gaat that I thought you might like to hear.” Hugh told her, voice softening.

Automatically, she stood straighter, eyes going to the brother of the man he had just mentioned,

“If it’s that he’s recruited an apprentice to help him build a new Zero-X, you’re late to the party Hugh. Kyrano told me just that this morning.”

Hugh scoffed, “Lucy, darling, your news is correct, yes, but it’s also old.”

She frowned, dropping her eyes from Kyrano, “Old?”

“Darling,” Hugh sighed, “My intel says that the Zero-X mark two is ready to launch. Gaat is just waiting to complete the programming on it. As far as I can tell, he has a functioning T-Drive.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she swallowed, “That sounds dangerous.”

“Very.”

“Lucy?” Kyrano interrupted, “What is it?”

She waved him off with a shake of her head, “Hugh, how sure are you?”

“I’ve seen photos of it myself, Luce. Parker has a friend that got recruited by Gaat, I trust my source.”

She cursed with a sigh, “Hugh, you can’t tell anyone this,”

“I sense a but?”

Glancing to Kyrano, she pursed her lips, “Hugh.”

“You have my word Lucy, you should know I’m a man of my word.”

Hugh was someone she could trust, if she asked him to keep quiet she knew he would. He had been there for her through thick and thin over the last four years. Supporting her through her grief and depression, Hugh had been the shoulder she had needed.

“Kyrano found new footage,” She murmured, “The last launch was successful, the Zero-X didn’t explode Hugh, it launched. We believe that there’s a possibility, a slim possibility, that Jeff could be out there.”

“What?”

She turned at the second voice, eyes widening at the figure of her eldest standing at the far end of the hall. Cursing she shook her head, looking to Kyrano and Brains and back again to Scott.

“Shit.” She uttered, “Hugh, I’ll call you back.”

“I want details Lucy.” He stated, “What’s the plan here?”

“Later.” She growled, “Scott just overheard our conversation.”

The sound of realisation across the line said perfectly that Hugh understood what she meant.

“Right,” He sighed, “I’ll talk to you later then.”

Even though he couldn’t see her, she nodded, “It’ll be tonight.” She promised.

The line cut and she looked to Scott and then to Kyrano, “You two get up to the lounge and make some excuses for us, dinner arrived twenty minutes ago and if you don’t hurry up Virgil and Gordon will have eaten it on you.”

Both began to walk without a word being said, ducking past her and then Scott with a quiet nod of acknowledgement.

Scott was practically screaming at her with his eyes, arms folded across his chest as he waited for answers.

Rubbing her face, Lucy sighed and pointed further down the hallway, “Lab, now.”

Scott nodded, gesturing for her to go first, “After you.”

“Look,” She started with a sigh as they walked, “I only found out this morning, okay? I wanted some form of confirmation before I said anything to you boys.”

Scott scoffed alongside her, “So the pizza was to ease your guilty conscience.”

“No!” She exclaimed, spinning to face him as they reached the lab door, “How dare you even think that!”

He shrugged, “Well how else does it look? You’re keeping a big secret from us about Dad and want to soften the bl--”

“It’s nothing like that!” She snapped at him, punching in the code for the door and holding it for him to step through, “Ask your Aunt, we agreed on a pizza night when John called last week to day he’d be home. I only found out about the Zero-X this morning when Kyrano got here.”

“And who else knows?” Scott asked, leaning against one of the work benchest with his arms still folded as she closed the door behind her slightly harder than necessary.

“Nobody.”

“Apart from Hugh Creighton-Ward, Kyrano and Brains?”

“Well considering all three of them came to me regarding the Zero-X, yes. They know.”

She shook her head as she looked him up and down, he wasn’t her teenage boy anymore, nor a rookie in their team. Scott had taken lead as commander of their team around the time Virgil had joined as an operative, giving Lucy the time she needed for the business and other admin work. There were times when he still looked to her or his aunt for guidance, but he was good at what he did, a born leader much like his father had been.

Much like his father was.

Maybe he held authority as team leader, but she was still the head of the organisation. Most importantly, she was still his mother, and protecting her boys from being hurt was one of her priorities.

“I didn’t want to not tell you.” She uttered, looking away, “You should know by now I don’t like keeping secrets from you boys.”

“Then why?” Scott rolled his shoulders, “Why bother keeping the secret Mom? Dad could be alive and we could be out there looking for him!”

“Could.” She emphasised, “We don’t know for sure yet Scott. It’s a tiny chance that he is maybe out there.”

Cold clenched around her chest as she said the words, sensible thoughts stamping down the swelling of hope that had been lingering all afternoon. She needed to be realistic, otherwise it wouldn’t just be the boys that ended up getting hurt.

“Well we need to do something and find out! Thunderbird Three is--”

“It would take centuries for Thunderbird Three to get anywhere near where he might be.” She shook her head, “This is why I didn’t want to tell you yet. Stop for a minute and think Scott.”

His sigh was heavy as he looked down with pursed lips, nodding slightly in acknowledgement of what she was saying. It was perhaps his biggest flaw as a commander, act first think later wasn’t always the best course of action, not on a rescue and not in looking for his father. She knew that he would learn with time and guidance, but for now he still needed the reminder sometimes to just slow down.

Taking a holoprojector from the desk, she set it down on the workbench next to where he was perched, bringing up the new footage Kyrano and Hiram had shown her earlier. Scott was biting his lip as she talked through what she knew, clearly eager to ask questions, get more answers, but knowing that he should wait until she had told him everything before he did.

“Is there a way to get a signal out there to find out?” He murmured, as she finished, reaching out to zoom in on the predicted area where the Zero-X may have ended up, “Surely if he’s out there, he’d figure out a way to contact us? It’s Dad.”

Lucy nodded, reaching across to rub his back, “I’ve made the task of finding a way to get some communication out there a priority for Hiram.” Pursing her lips she shook her head, “We’ve considered hijacking the Calypso research ship to help.”

Scott snorted, a grin breaking through his frown as he looked to her, “Is that legal?”

She shrugged, “If Gaat does have a functioning T-Drive and I can get hold of the plans I’ll build them a brand new ship and fund a new trip as compensation.”

If it meant finding Jeff, she knew she would go further than that if necessary.

“And how are we going to get our hands on Gaat’s T-drive?” Scott murmured, “Because last I looked, IR wasn’t in the business of stealing.”

Shaking her head, Lucy sighed, “I’m still working that out. Most likely Hugh will be my way in.”

“Mom?” He frowned, reaching up to hold her shoulder, “You’re not doing this on your own.”

Looking up to him, she raised an eyebrow. Grown man or not, she refused to lead him into the pits of danger and to a man that had potentially killed his father.

“I need you to stay here and stay safe,” She told him, “I need my commander to keep the team in order.”

His frown spoke volumes, the blue of his eyes widening as he shook his head, distaste scrunching his features, “Don’t talk like that, it sounds like you’re not going to come back.”

She hadn’t considered the possibility, but refused to acknowledge it. Nothing Gaat could do would stop her from coming home to her boys, she was going to make sure of it.

Shaking her head at him, she smiled slightly in assurance, “I don’t even have a plan yet, but of course I’m going to come back.”

Scott shook his head as he pulled her into his side, “Good, because I’m not telling Alan that he can’t fly Thunderbird Three yet.”

She had to laugh, knowing that Scott had such a soft spot for his youngest brother, he would instantly cave and let him into the rocket. Wrapping her arms around him she nodded with a smile, “Don’t worry, leave that to me kiddo.”

Pulling away she reached to her phone in her pocket, “I’d best call Hugh and see what he’s saying.”

Scott frowned at her, “And what about dinner?”

If she were honest she hadn’t been overly hungry with the new information that had come to light, the chips had only been something to keep everyone else from nagging her about eating.

“I’ll come up and get a sandwich later or something.”

It seemed to be enough to convince him as he nodded and turned towards the door, “I’ll give you a shout if any calls come in.”

She thanked him as he left before hopping up to sit on the workbench. As the phone dialed she flicked through the papers that had been left scattered, schematics and calculations that went far over her head filled the pages.

“Kyrano sent me the clips,” Hugh answered, “I can see why you’ve got to the conclusion you have.”

Sighing, she shook her head, “Hiram is working on sending out a signal, something about bouncing it off of the Calypso and on to the Oort Cloud.”

“Sounds promising,” Hugh agreed softly, “But what are we going to do about Gaat and his new Zero-X?”

Running a hand through her hair, Lucy rolled her eyes. Hugh would no doubt already have a suggestion and would simply be waiting for her to ask. There would have been an idea formulating in his head from the moment he found out about the ship, and she knew all the details would have been checked and confirmed before he had even called her the first time.

“You mean you don’t have some grand plan ready to share with me?”

He chuckled across the line, “Well, I am rather glad you asked darling.”

#thunderbirds are go #Thunderbirds 2015 #Thunderbirds Au #Lucy AU #Scott Tracy #Lucille Tracy #Kyrano #Brains Hackenbacker #Hugh Creighton-Ward #scribbles writes #Left Behind Part 2

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incorrect-x1 · 5 years ago

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Seungyoun: I’m not mad, just disappointed

Dohyon: *bursts into tears*

Hangyul, running into the room: What happened? Did you yell at him??

Seungyoun, panicking: I just said I was disappointed!

Hangyul and Dohyon: That’s worse!!

#x1 #x1net #incorrect x1 quotes #produce x 101 #pdx101 #incorrect kpop quotes #lee hangyul #nam dohyon #cho seungyoun #source: shit admin has said with her friends

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onisiondrama · 6 years ago

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Do you think he has daddy issues? I suspected it from his books but then after Medium Rare video in the part that Grug asked people to ban men and never let men be admins,etc. Because men just fucked him over all his life. I am abt 80% certain.

I think he has parent issues in general, if that makes sense lol. He obviously has a lot of issues with his father, but he doesn’t seem to have a good relationship with his mother either. Last I remember, he said he kicked her out of his life. A lot of people say he was a “mama’s boy” growing up, but I have never really seen any evidence to support that. He always said she preferred his sisters and some of the childhood stories he shared involving his mother involve her physically hurting him. Judging from his old military websites and his mother’s involvement on his channels, including the time he gifted her his old house, I always got the impression he was desperately trying to impress her. I could be wrong, just the vibe I would get.

I think it’s easier for him to publicly bash his father online and in his books because he uses the “my father is an accused predator” to justify his hatred, where his feeling toward his mother seems to be more complicated. As far as I’m aware, his father hasn’t been in his life since he was a teen, where his mother has been in his life up until recently.

He’s had times where he’s made statements and gestures along the lines of women are superior to men, but when it comes down to how he views and treats women, it seems like he doesn’t think very highly of them either. I think it’s just more socially acceptable to bash men and I think he believes doing so gives him brownie points with women. He treats women in his life like shit, he publicly bashes women for personal decisions like what they wear, if they get cosmetic surgery, how many people they sleep with, belittles teenage girls suffering from mental illnesses, thinks he has some kind of authority to tell girls if their body is hot or healthy or not, he is way more cruel in video responses to woman than men, etc. He just mistreats and thinks poorly of men and women in different ways.

I feel like I’m going to get a message about the indigo child thing so I’m just going to address it now. A lot of people believe his mother raised him as an indigo child and influenced him to create Sicesca. This is something I have also never seen evidence for. The only source I remember saying this was someone that was friends with Shiloh while she was dating Greg. This friend claimed to not be friends with Shiloh anymore and decided to “leak” info. They said Greg was raised as an indigo child and he was running Sicesca on the deep web. If these things were true, I think someone who dated or lived with him would have said something by now.

Edit: Forgot to mention Greg and his mother followed Christianity and went to church every Saturday up until he was 11 so idk where the indigo child thing would fit in there.

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phantom-flowerbeds · 6 years ago

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(CRASHES INTO THE ROOM) BOY HOWDY AM I GLAD Y’ALL ASKED

okay buckle up cause this is gonna get kinda long LMAO

SO wild adventures was a minecraft animation series made by steven suptic (aka mlgHwnT back in his mc days) and it was basically a continuation of his and his friend vince’s let’s play series of the same name. that’s also why the animation is technically considered “season 2″ but you don’t have to watch season 1 to follow along (in fact i. dont recommend it cause the let’s play doesn’t add to the plot At All and those episodes are p much long gone by now SKDGKSDGK)

ANYWHO so WA is about four guys – steve, vince, jeff, and whitey – who are trying to survive in a server that’s been struck by a zombie apocalypse. steve eventually starts having dreams about a city farther north, so in his curiosity, he leads the group into a place called North Haven, which is assumed to be the last city standing in the server (although it’s basically a militarized dystopia run by a lunatic and his consultant is lowkey a sadistic murderer)

there’s a legend that’s been passed down about the original two players on the server – admin and eve – and it basically talks about how admin split eve in two at the origin (x=0, y=0, z=0) after she became unstable and he turned her into two separate entities: the builder and the destroyer. he did this to restore balance to the server and ensured that construction can’t go without destruction – and if the world were to be thrown out of balance, chaos would follow (hence the zombie outbreak).

so, on the team’s way to North Haven, steve gets separated from jeff and whitey (vince is nowhere to be found at the moment) and he meets two strangers who are implied to be the builder and the destroyer themselves (i’m. pretty sure that at least the destroyer was confirmed to be who they actually were suggested to be, but nothing was ever said about the builder). i won’t say much else but basically the group tags along with the builder + the destroyer and they attempt to search for the origin, steve is HEAVILY implied to be a reincarnation of admin himself, and shit hits the fan real fuckin quick

unfortunately, steve discontinued the series before it ever got a proper ending :(( the original plan was for him to create a 20 minute finale after s2ep11, but that eventually got scrapped in favor of a season 3, but that only ever got two episodes before he dropped it altogether. personally, i consider season 2′s ending to be the “true” ending but it ends on such a cliffhanger that it’s frustrating no matter what way you look at it skgksdgk

BUT all in all yknow this series was really REALLY fuckin good, the first couple episodes are kinda slow but once things start picking up the story (and the animation style !!) really starts to improve and it builds up into something that should’ve gotten the ending it deserved. it’s fuckin hilarious (although some of the jokes at the beginning are. questionable in nature so just be advised lmfao) and the plot had so much potential, but as far as i know steve never said anything about how it was supposed to end before everything got taken down ;-;

speaking of which, this channel is one of the only remaining sources that has both season 2 AND season 3, but s3ep1 is cut in half and from the looks of it, the s3 trailer is p much gone for good. BUT it’s a really awesome series and you can tell that it was a real passion project of his during the majority of its runtime :’))

#5 years later and i'm STILL being eaten away by burning questions and #URRGHGHGHHGHG #this was -- and will always be -- my favorite animation series in the mc community #it's not perfect by any means but it had so much potential and it dropped off right before it could ever get closure #i just. think about it a lot #bumbledott #basically---trash #skip responds

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tetrakys · 6 years ago

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Trois Allumettes - Chapter 1

What if Lysander never attended Sweet Amoris and he and Candy met for the first time in college? Starts between Episode 3 and 4 and will rewrite each MCL UL episode with Lysander as the main route.

“Ugh! This tuna sandwich sucks!”

It was just another Tuesday afternoon. Rosa, Chani ed I were having lunch in the dining hall.

“We both know you are going to eat it anyway” I laughed.

“You know what, Candy?” Rosa said pensively while biting into her sandwich “You look really tired. Is everything okay?”

One of my friend’s most charming qualities, she never beats around the bush.

“Everything is f-fine.” I said yawning “Yesterday I stayed up late watching a horror movie.”

“Oooohhh which one?” asked Chani, eyes shining with interest.

“Just a crappy one about a haunted mansion I found on Netflix. It was really bad but I was hooked and had to know how it ended. It freaked me out though.”

“I know that one” said Chani “it isn’t scary at all.”

“Of course you would say that.”

“It really isn’t” she added passionately “haunted mansions are not scary, they are really fascinating, all that mystery and the amazing ancient architecture… you would know it if you came urbexing with me. Tonight I am going back to that amazing place I told you about.”

“Uhm… no thanks.”

“Also” she added “that movie is very inaccurate, ghosts are not evil. They are just lost.”

“I can see how being lost for a few hundred years could make anyone grumpy” I said smiling.

“Oh crap!” we both turned to see Rosa looking at her watch “The keys! Sorry girls I have to run, I’m so late. I have to meet with…” she stuffed two sandwiches in her mouth and mumbled something we couldn’t understand while running towards the door.

For a few moments we both stared silently at the door where she had just disappeared, then Chani turned in her chair and said “You know what would be really scary? Being late for Mr Lebarde’s class.”

We both rushed to finish our meal.

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It was a cold windy night, I was coming back from the gym after one of my sporadic and exhausting work out sessions and, thanks to Kim’s drill sergeant ways, I was feeling sore everywhere. I couldn’t wait to have the shortest shower ever and jump into bed with a box of cookies, effectively nullifying all my hard work.

I was just about to open the dorm door when I heard a strange noise from the right side of the building. I looked around. Like any weekday night, the campus was basically desert. It had rained earlier that evening and a eerie mist surrounded the large open area. I really don’t like this… I thought. Last time I had heard a strange noise out there it was just Nath with a girl. Trying not to focus my thoughts on that scene, which was still quite upsetting, I headed back towards the door.

I heard it again. All of a sudden my conversation with Chani from the a few days ago came back to mind. Ghosts are not evil, they are just lost… No! Ghosts do not exist! I blamed my freakout on the stupid movie I had watched the other day, never again I was going to watch horror movies late at night.

To prove myself brave I headed towards the source of the noise, it seemed to originate from that little black door that lead to a basement at the back of the art department. With steady steps and led only by the moonlight, I made my way to the building. I was just about to grab the handle when I heard the noise again, louder than ever. The door suddenly opened with a bang and a tall dark shadow emerged on the doorway.

I ran to my room without looking back.

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“OMG that’s just too funny!”

Sometimes Alexy could be really annoying.

“Quit it! I’m not joking, it was the scariest shit I’ve haver experienced.”

We were having a drink at the Snake Room and he was laughing his ass off without a care in the world.

“Yes Alex, stop teasing Candy, she looks quite upset” said Priya, patting me on the arm.

“Thank you!”

“Even though…” she continued cautiously “you should admit that a ghost is not the most plausible explanation.”

“Why not?” Chani interrupted “ghosts are perfectly natural. We are made of both flesh and spirit, some of us just stick around a little longer than what our perishable bodies allow.”

Alexy started laughing even louder.

“Come on Chani, do you really think that a dead guy would waste his time haunting a deserted dusty storage room? Personally, if it was me, I would set up home in the male locker room.”

“It could have been a girl, you know?” said Priya “and we have no idea what’s in that room at the back of the art building, anything could be going on there.”

“Nothing is going on there” I said “I went back in the morning. The door was locked and I found no indication of anyone ever being there.”

It wasn’t totally true. I did go back in the morning when lots of sunlight and passerbys felt like the best shield against whatever I had seen the night before. The door was indeed locked but I found a piece of paper lying on the floor that I didn’t think was there before. It was a page from a notebook where a poem was written in an elegant and slightly ancient-looking handwriting. For some reason I didn’t feel like sharing this detail with my friends. It may have had nothing to do with my ghost anyway.

My ghost… that sounded ridiculous even in my head, but I didn’t know how else to explain what I saw.

“I am going back there tonight and will get to the bottom of this!”

“Please let us accompany you, I hadn’t laughed so hard in days, we are all going back to the dorms anyway” said Alexy while we all got up and put our coats on.

This was secretly what I was hoping for, and the real reason I had brought up the incident in the first place. Strength was in numbers. Alexy wanted to get a good laugh out of the situation, Priya was the voice of reason and Chani was just interested in anything mysterious.

“Too bad Rosa was busy tonight, she is going to miss a real ghost hunt” he sniggered.

“Quite fitting” said Chani “it’s almost Halloween.”

Once on campus we made way to the dorms. The place was again desert.

“So… where is this haunted broom closet?” Alexy joked.

“Right over there” I pointed to the back of the art building.

“I hear no gruesome sounds”

“I know…”

“No scraping of chains”

“I know…”

“No dying screams”

“I know…”

“No…”

“Enough Alex” Priya said calmly “stop tormenting Candy, she feels enough mortified.” She turned to me and added “Don’t worry Candy, this place is dark and the wind is so strong, anyone could…”

Whatever she was going to say was cut off by the noise. Everyone froze. We looked at each other with wide eyes. Ah! I wasn’t crazy, this time I wasn’t the only one who heard it.

“What the…” said Alexy.

We heard it again, louder. It was a metallic sound, it did remind a bit of rusty chains scraping the floor.

In that moment three things happened almost at the same time: with the same loud noise the black door burst open and crushed against the wall, the tall dark figure raised against the doorway more imposing and majestic than ever, and a piercing scream split the air.

“You were right I would have never been able to open this rusty door by mys… Guys? What are you doing here? Alexy, why are you screaming like this?”

Rosa rushed out of the building and ran towards Alexy who was crouching on the floor with his head in his hands. He looked up when he heard her voice, a moment passed where he seemed to pull himself together, got back to his feet, dusted his clothes and said with a too-bright-to-be-real smile

“Ahah I was just teasing Candy, she has been telling everyone she saw a ghost here yesterday. It was you all along, great prank Rosa.”

“It was me, actually.”

A deep voice said from behind Rosa’s back. We all turned towards the door to see a tall man step into the light. He had slightly long hair of different shades from white and grey to dark, and the most beautiful heterochromia of the eyes I had ever seen, one golden brown and one deep green. He was wearing clothes in what looked like a gothic or Victorian style, a long black coat and a dark green cravat at his neck. He was… striking, and he was looking at me with those unsettling eyes.

“Guys, this is Lysander, Leigh’s brother.”

Everyone got out of their stupor and started saying hi and giving their names. I felt like my tongue was tied.

“He just moved in town to study at Anteros, he stayed with Leigh and I for a few days while the university sorted the mess they made with his dorm room. The idiot admin officer apparently mixed up his documents and assigned it to someone else.”

“What are you going to study, Lysander?” asked Priya with a smile.

“Poetry” he simply replied.

“He is doing his fifth year specialising in poetry, he has a real talent with words.” Rosa replied proudly patting his back.

“And what have you been doing in this building at night?” asked Chani curious.

“He is collaborating with the music department as a lyricist, they do lots of rehearsal at night, as I said he is really talented.” Why was Rosa talking in his place? If he really was so talented at putting words together he apparently wasn’t as much at expressing them. Also, why did he keep staring at me?

“Okay, good, mystery solved. I’m going to my room. Nice to meet you Lysander” Alexy said walking towards the dorms still looking a little unsettled.

“I have to go too, I just came to bring a few stuff my dear brother in law forgot” she said laughing “I swear Lysander, if your head wasn’t on your neck you would lose that too.”

“I am going to the library, goodnight.” Chiani waved and walked away.

Priya, Lysander and I headed to the dorms together.

“Well, this is me” she said looking at me a little apologetically, I had totally forgot her room was on the ground floor! “Nice meeting you Lysander, see you tomorrow Candy, goodnight.”

Lysander and I were now alone in the deserted hall of the dorms. I felt really awkward, why was I feeling so awkward? I pushed the elevator button, a part of me hoping he also had a room on the ground floor, but no, he was waiting right next to me. At some point the doors opened and we got in. I pushed seven and he pushed nine.

Was this the longest elevator ride in history? The silence was deafening. I was rummaging through my brain trying to find something, anything to say when, to my surprise he spoke first.

“I’m sorry.”

“W-what?” I stuttered.

“For yesterday, for scaring you. It wasn’t my intention. The door of the basement where we compose is very old and rusty, it needs a good push to open up. I apparently applied too much force and smashed it into the wall. I must have terrorised you, like that in the dark… I tried to explain but you run away, I am really sorry.”

I felt heath rising in my cheeks, God I was such an idiot.

“No, I should be the one to apologise, for acting like a child and thinking you were a…”

“A ghost?” he said and smiled. He actually smiled and it was… enchanting.

“I admit that’s pretty funny” was he teasing me? “but Casper was one of my favourite movies when I was a child so I’ll take it as a compliment.”

The elevator doors opened and, with a mental shake, I stepped out of the elevator mumbling a goodnight.

“Candy?”

I turned around surprised.

“See you around” he said with a small smirk on his lips. The doors closed, hiding his beautiful face.

Wow… I had so many questions. Who was this guy? Leigh’s brother yes but… where had he been all along?

And that intense aura surrounding him… those incredible and slightly sad eyes… I was intrigued and wanted to know more. Much more.

See you around he had said, I smiled a little.

Looking forward to it.

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Go to Chapter 2

#mcl #mclul #my writing #fanfic #my candy love #amour sucre #dolce flirt #amor doce #corazon de melon #mcl lysander #lysandro #lysandre #lysander #au #trois allumettes

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rkxblue · 7 years ago

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happy #rkfifth !

i told myself i wasn’t going 2 do this b/c ... i’m lazy bean, but here we are anyway! let’s get it!

but anyways starting off rookies was kind of like a vacation to me, rp wise. before rk i had my own rp that lasted a while but during 2013, there was just some drama between members that i constantly had 2 deal with and honestly it was like ... dragging me down, making admining seem like a chore and i loathed logging on to the main b/c i knew there would be some shit w/ these certain people that i had to deal with. so seeing rk in the tags being a different kind of idol roleplay ( and shout out rk for being a trendsetter ) /and/ the fact that reserves were filling up so quickly for a new rp, i quickly sent in a muse.

and it was a little ... idk at first. i did feel out of place considering most came from a different rp in the beginning and i wasn’t, and on top of me being v awkward w/ talking 2 people on instant messengers, there was a bit of time where i felt like i didn’t fit in and almost dropped like 2 weeks after i joined, LOL. luckily at the time a lot of things were going on which helped w/ plotting and meeting new muses, and everyone was super friendly and nice and that’s what kept me here!!!

so then rk turned from a vacation you didn’t want to leave from -- i ended up slagging off p majorly on my responsibilities as an admin at my own rp for a while because i was having such a good time at rk -- it rly brought back my love for rp and muse and tbh if you look back at rksunyoung’s archive back in 2013 - early 2014, i don’t think i’ve ever written as much on tumblr as i did back then, LOL. rk has definitely had it’s ups and downs and i’ve dropped both of my muses before -- but it wasn’t too long before i was bringing them back because there really isn’t a place like rk within krp. that, along with the dedication between both members and admins, is why it’s lasted so long and is still thriving with a super active dash after five fucking years. that’s crazy!! i think i remember mei saying something similar on twitter -- but when i see old rp friends and they ask “omg ur /still/ at rk???”

so it’s obvious to see why this rp went from feeling like a vacation to a home, right?? it’ll always have a special place in my heart ♡

anyways moving on to my characters too -- when i first brought rksunyoung, now miss rkxblue, i never thought that she would last more than a couple of months, much less be involved with so many things within rk’s history!! it’s ... p wild to think about, especially since i’m someone that has a hard time committing to hobbies and such. it’s been a fun ride watching her go from someone who was wild and reckless and had a problem with love and a little bit of anger issues to someone whos a lot more well rounded, a soft idiot LOL. she even finally got herself the sweetest boyfriend after four years of being shipless on the rp, which i still can’t wrap my head around because denying herself love and believing that it doesn’t exist was one of her /things/ for the longest time. the list of stuff she’s done is so long and now that it’s lead to her finally debuting it’s ... scary yet exciting for her, to be honest, she thought she’d be a trainee forever!! i’ve had a lot of ups and downs with her muse as well, to the point where there was like years ( i think ) of inactivity on my end and she should have 4238972389 more points than she does atm because of that. i do feel sorry for her b/c that was just me being lazy ofc, but in the end i’ve gotten my shit together on her and have been pumping out replies p consistently this year and plotting w/ trainees which has done wonders for her muse. and although hyomin was literally /the/ perfect fc for her considering her personality, the fc change 2 yura has also helped majorly with my muse and it’s been so much easier to plot and reply and even with her characterization too.

as for miss rknvna!! she hasn’t had as much development as sun, aside from her tumultuous rls with a former song minho and being a royal trainee during her first run, and that’s mainly been due to my laziness again jfkafl;a. the good thing tho is that i’ve finally been able to experience life as a rookie with her, considering the times my girls have become trainees were v quick ( sun’s first time was like a week or two after the rp opened, then 3 months after i rejoined w/ her, and nana became a trainee only a month after she joined the first time ) so it was nice to experience the freedom that came with being a rookie!! since 2018 has been sun’s year, i’m going to focus on nana for 2019 so that she can branch out more!!

i guess before i move on i should give shoutouts to all my other rkmuses throughout the years whose lives were so short that i can’t even remember their urls LOL -- my song jieun, park kyungri, goo hara, and choi jinri muses!! i’m sure there’s at least one more that i’m forgetting, but they all lasted around 2 weeks so...

but i also want 2 thank rk for allowing me to be more social as well!! i’ve said this in the last anniversary post i wrote 25238957 years ago but i used 2 have a phobia of sorts when it came 2 instant messengers, so i didn’t rly have one when msn was popping and therefore, didn’t talk 2 many people ooc wise in rps. i made an aim when i came to rk and just ... diving in and talking to people helped out a lot with that, even if i do still get anxious from time to time w/ just simply messaging people. :(

i’m a shy individual ( and for some reason its only exacerbated online??? idk fam ) and unconsciously rather private as well, so that definitely hinders me from making friends as much as i would like to, but it’s a day by day process!! it’s something i’ve come 2 terms w/ as of late and will seriously work on within the next year! but even w/ me being the way that i am, i’ve been able 2 meet a couple of people that have made my experience in rk just a little bit brighter so a ( very brief ) shout out 2 them ~

to maria ( @rkjinkis ) : my sweet angel!!! i’m so glad that rk brought us together because you’ve honestly become one of my closest friends from this rp and in general tbh!! ur so super sweet and caring and a blessing 2 my life, just as much as jinki is to ahyoung’s!! i’m sorry that sun is too independent for her own good but she’s working on it okay!! baby steps!! i love how genuine u are and how we can rely on each other through thick and then, and honestly i want the world for u and more. i love love love LOVE u so much, and i’ll make sure u never forget it!! thank u for being my friend and my source of happiness!!! ♡ ♡ ♡

to hamin ( @rksoohyun ) : despite the fact that we knew each other from snu it was rk that actually got us 2 start talking and i’m so grateful for that!! u literally are the cutest girl in the entire world and ur just as outgoing irl as u are online; seeing morning musume ( a group i thought i would never see live ) w/ u was truly a highlight in my life!!! and ofc soohyun will forever be nana’s fuckin child and she’ll always be rooting for her happiness!! i love u u sweet buttercup and i can’t wait until ur back so i can talk 2 u again!!! ♡ ♡ ♡

to mei ( @rkariel ) : man i admired u for the longest b/c i’ve always loved the way u write and ur characterization of tiffany / ariel, so when years ago nick told me that u were actually paying attention to the minana plot and threads i was so shook i nearly tripped over myself LMFAO. i’m happy that we actually started talking b/c of that tho!!! it’s so easy 2 write w/ u and i honestly have so much fun regardless if we’re just talking about our characters, getting carried away on dash or twitter, or hurting each other w/ headcanons!! ariel has become nana’s rock p much and w/o her i’m not sure how she would of fared her time w/ mino w/o her and their discussions!!! i hope that we can become closer in the future!!

to razel ( @rkcheri ) : hiya boo!!! ik we don’t rly talk anymore but i still wanted 2 mention u b/c u were one of my first friends in rk when i felt kinda lonely, and that was definitely one of the reasons i was able to stick around!! i loved writing w/ u b/c ur writing style was always so unique that i could actually point u out whenever we were in past rps together and it’s an honor 2 even write w/ u fjkalf;a. i’m sorry that sun is such a shitty friend and i’m looking forward 2 the day jihyun kicks her ass about not telling her about jinki b/c she deserves it LOL. but just, thank u!!!!

to amy ( @yienrk ) : are u surprised ur on here?? HAHA we don’t talk too much either but i do appreciate u checking up on me whenever i’m down and just generally being supportive and nice!!! also i’m in awe about how knowledgeable u are about idols in general ( i remember one of our first convos being about how sixteen came 2 be and the collapse of all of jype’s trainees and such ) and i love yien and nana’s supportive relationship too!! i can’t wait 2 see how they develop, and i hope 2 get closer 2 u in the future!! ; u ;

to eclipse girls ( @rkariel , @rkaudrey , @rkhaseul , @rkjennie , @rkyeri ) sun couldn’t of asked 2 debut w/ a better group of girls and i’m so glad that they harmonize w/ each other so well!! i’m excited 2 see what debuting brings for them!! ♡ ♡ ♡

and a shoutout 2 snu crew too ( piper / hoonji, nanu, @rksang, @rktomu, @rksoohyun , @rkjinhwan94, @rkpcy ) : even tho ik majority of u probably won’t see this i’m still tagging and talking about y’all anyway!!! i have so much fun reminiscing w/ u guys whenever we can, and i’m happy that i’ve grown closer too u all as well!! i’m sorry i was such a shit admin back in the day, and what brought y’all together was bad circumstances, but i’m glad it’s something that we can all look back on and laugh at now. i miss being together w/ all of u at once but i hope y’all are doing okay!!!! ♡ ♡ ♡

and naturally, the admods too!!! thank u guys for putting up w/ all my shit whenever i was in a slump or i sent in points late or fucked up the points ( honestly kyle u are such an angel for real LOL ), and for just keeping the rp in tip top shape!!! ur the back bone of rk and we couldn’t of made it this far w/ each and every one of u and ur contributions and dedication 2 the rp!!! i’m super proud of u guys and am proud 2 call u my admins!!!! ♡

and ofc shoutout 2 everyone that i’ve ever plotted and threaded w/ in the past and present -- i’m super shit at replying 2 those in general so thank u for being patient w/ me even though i don’t deserve it. i don’t know how else 2 end this b/c i’m also super shit at ending things so uh.... happy fifth year anniversary rk!!! here’s to many more!!!

#❛ ▼ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‹‹ misc • OOC ››#rkfifth #* this is a hot mess but i hope y'all can follow fjkalfja;

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noona-clock · 7 years ago

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i'm pretty sure requests are open right now uwu can i request an enemies to lovers au at a christmas party with jooheon? something really fluffy and cute <3

Sure thing, @shinrin-yokeu! I hope you like the idea I came up with!

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Jooheon x You

By Admin B

To be quite honest, you kind of disliked Christmas.

But only for two reasons.

1. You worked in the catering business, and Christmas parties in this town were no joke.

And

2. You were single.

If it weren’t for those factors, you would probably love the holiday! But, as it were, every year come Mid-November, you were filled with a sense of impending dread and doom.

You didn’t mind all the lights and wreaths and music, you just...

You were busy and lonely.

“Hey, wake up,” you heard a sharp voice mutter right by your ear. You jumped a little, shaking yourself out of your little trance to see your co-worker, Jooheon, furrowing his brow at you.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” you retorted with a slight roll of your eyes. “I was just thinking.”

“Well, stop thinking and serve. Do your job.”

“Do yours.”

One probable reason why you didn’t completely love your job? Jooheon.

He was arrogant and bossy and a know-it-all and totally attractive, yes, but only looks-wise. His personality left much to be desired.

“Jooheon! Y/N!”

You jumped again when you heard your boss call out your names, your gaze immediately shifting to make eye contact with her.

“We’re running low on shrimp and ice.”

You nodded, knowing instantly she meant for you (and Jooheon, ugh) to go get some from the freezer. Jooheon, of course, pushed past you so he could lead, and you let him because you honestly just didn’t want to deal with it anymore. You’d gotten tired of your back and forth, your competitiveness, your snarky remarks.

Don’t get me wrong. You didn’t want to be friends with him, but being “enemies” was just starting to drain your positive energy.

“You get the shrimp, I’ll get the ice,” Jooheon declared as he approached the freezer and unlocked the door.

“Fine,” you sighed.

Jooheon paused, turning to narrow his eyes at you. “Fine? You’re... not going to fight me?”

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at him, but only just. “Just open the door and get the ice,” you sneered.

Once Jooheon stepped inside the freezer, you followed him, heading over toward the shrimp and trying decide if you should just get one bag or two...

Just as you cradled the first bag in the crook of your arm, you heard quite a loud clunking sound. You didn’t really think much of it, but you still glanced toward the source of the noise.

“Hey, Jooheon,” you called out.

“What?”

“...The door doesn’t lock from the outside, does it?”

“Huh?” He looked up from the bag of ice he was currently about to heave over his shoulder, his glasses having slipped down to the very edge of his nose.

“The freezer door. It’s fine if it closes, right? We can still get out?”

“You didn’t hold the door?!” Jooheon cried, his eyes widening.

“What?! No! You didn’t tell me to!”

“...I had to tell you to hold the door open?!”

“...How else was I supposed to know?!”

“Oh my god,” he muttered, dropping the bag of ice and stomping toward the freezer door. He let out a deep exhale before grabbing the handle and pushing...

Nothing.

“Oh, shit,” you whined. “Seriously? It’s really locked?”

Jooheon turned around, an extremely annoyed expression directed right at you. “Do you want to try opening it, then?”

“I mean, Cheryl knows we’re in here,” you pointed out, deciding to ignore his sassy question. “It’s not like we’re completely stranded or something. She’ll notice after a while we haven’t come back. Especially if we’re running low on shrimp.”

“Yeah, but how long?”

“Well, I don’t know!” How were you supposed to know how long it would take your boss to realize you hadn’t returned?!

Jooheon let out a desperate sounding groan, leaning forward and gently thumping his forehead against the door. You heard him mutter something, but you weren’t quite sure what he said. You thought you’d heard ‘Why did it have to be you?’

“Excuse me?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

“Nothing.”

“No, I... you said ‘Why did it have to be you’, didn’t you?”

Cue yet another desperate sounding groan. “Not... never mind.”

“No, what? You can tell me, I can take it.”

Jooheon turned to face you, leaning back against the door and not quite meeting your eye. “Not in the way you think.”

...What was that supposed to mean?

“What was that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Okay, for someone who has no problem ordering me around and telling me when I’m wrong, you sure are acting shy.”

“I’m not shy,” he replied, sounding just a little frustrated. “I just -- I don’t want to be stuck in here with you.”

And why did that hurt to hear? You knew it was true, but hearing him actually say it put a pretty big bruise on your ego.

“Yeah, well, don’t worry. The feeling’s mutual.”

“No, I don’t not want to be stuck in here with you because I hate you,” he retorted, his words quick and fiery. “I don’t want to be stuck in here because I don’t hate you. But you hate me.”

You blinked at him.

And just... kind of stood there.

“...Come again?” you finally uttered.

Did he really just say he didn’t hate you?

“The second we get out of this freezer, you can forget I ever said this. I like you. That’s why I’m always talking to you.”

“You’re not... talking to me. You’re giving me orders and trying to boss me around and correcting all my mistakes!”

“Do you see me doing that to anyone else?”

Okay, now that he mentioned it... “No.”

“I’ve never been good at talking to girls. I try, but... I always come off that way. Bossy and like a --”

“Know-it-all,” you finished for him.

“Right,” he chuckled. And for the first time in this freezer, he smiled. “Which is why I’ve never actually had a girlfriend before. They see the worst side of me and don’t want to give me a chance.”

“I’m... sorry,” you murmured. Because you did feel sorry for him.

“Listen,” he sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “My friend is having a Christmas party tomorrow night. I know we go to enough of them, but this one you won’t have to wear the uniform and serve food. And I won’t be bossing you around.”

“You’ve never actually bossed me around, you do realize that, right? All the orders you give, I never take.”

“Yeah, I know,” he smirked. “Come with me. To the party. Please?”

You studied him, knowing by the look in his eyes he was sincere. But you were still hesitant.

“Give me two reasons why I should.”

“Okay... because what’s the harm in going on one date with me? If you have a terrible time, I won’t ask you out ever again. And... it’s Christmas? A time of goodwill and cheer and... giving chances to people who really like you?”

Oh, god, the smile on his lips now was so cute and angelic and did you really never realize he had dimples?

Dimples had always been your weakness.

And glasses, come to think of it.

So, before you could think twice, you let out a sigh. And nodded. “Okay, fine. I’ll meet you there, a half hour after the party starts, and I reserve the right to leave at any time.”

“Deal.” He held his hand out toward you, and you cautiously took it, sealing your deal with a handshake.

And then there was a loud thump on the door and your boss’s muffled cry. “Hey, you guys still in there?”

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I Like You

Pairing: SKZ’s Chan x OC [Yeon] || SKZ’s Hyunjin x OC [Nayoung] Genre: school!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 4,208 Summary: Yeon and Nayoung run away from the awkward atmosphere where their friends let slip their liking for friends, Chan and Hyunjin. Ofc, the boys give chase.

Warning: swear words. lol

okay, i do realize that my plot involve with the girls running away and the boys giving chase, but i just enjoy these a lot. plus it’s hella awkward when someone else admits something when you’re the one that was supposed to do it and what not. i dunno, that’s how me and my sister are so yeah... happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Y'know, you can't hide in the library forever, right?"

A voice spoke from beside Yeon who was too absorbed in the book she was reading. Alert, Yeon glanced to her left to see her friend, Jisung, before relaxing her posture upon realizing it wasn't the person she was trying to hide from. Still though, Yeon reached out to punch him in the arm.

"Ouch. What was that for?"

Jisung frowned as he caressed the sore spot.

"It's yours and Changbin's fault that I'm hiding here in the first place."

"What did we do?"

"Don't play dumb."

Yeon rolled her eyes as she returned back to her reading as Jisung chuckled beside her while taking a seat next to his friend. Yeon elbowed him away from her, but he barely budged and stayed in his spot.

"Oh, c'mon. You can't blame us for having a big mouth."

"That's why everyone calls you a squirrel."

"Wow. Rude."

"Just stating the facts."

"Hmm, you sound just like Nayoung."

"Yeah and because like me, she's in hiding, too, because of your guys' big ass mouths causing awkwardness for all parties."

"Oh, c'mon. Seriously? You can't blame us for letting it slip on who you guys like. You're both so obvious about it."

"No we're not, asshole. The both of you just like the drama that unfolds along with Minho."

Yeon punched him again.

"Ow! Stop hitting me!" Jisung whined as he cradled the sore spot on his right arm.

"Then get the fuck away from me then." Yeon stated in a firm, but soft tone while shooting the male a stern look. "Some of us are trying to read in peace."

"Like I said earlier, you can't hide in the library forever."

"Yes, I can."

"The school closes at night."

"And your point is?"

"You can't stay in the library forever, Yeon, especially within school's grounds once it's closed for the night and other days. Why don't you get that?" Jisung stated in an exasperated tone before shaking his head. "I swear, you're so dumb despite your academic standing."

Yeon smacked Jisung with her book as the male shifted away after being hit for the third time.

"You're so violent. I really don't get how Chan likes a girl like you even though you like a guy like him."

"It's because he doesn't actually like me like that, Jisung. I know it." Yeon reasoned while standing up with her backpack in one hand the other with her book that she lightly smacked Jisung in the back of the head with as well. "So shut up and leave me alone. I have other things to do besides worrying about Chan finding me even if I like a guy like him."

"Is that so?"

Another voice spoke as the duo turned to the source and realized that Chan found the duo.

"Fckn shit." Yeon muttered as she took a few steps back before turning around and running off in the other direction away from Chan.

Jisung rubbed his face in annoyance with a shake of his head.

"Gosh she's so dumb."

A moment later Jisung felt a sting to his left cheek where Chan had playfully smacked him and he glared up at his friend.

"What was that for?"

"For not telling me that she would be at the library earlier." Chan stated with a laugh. "Thanks though."

"Don't thank me. Just go after her and get this done and over with." Jisung said with a wave of his hand. "I'm tired of getting picked on by the both of you."

Chan patted him on the cheek again with a grin.

"Thanks, buddy."

Chan shot him a mock salute before running off in the direction of where Yeon had taken off to. Jisung let out a sigh as he rubbed his cheek.

"The dumb things I do for dumb friends. I hope Changbin was just as successful."

~~~~~~~~

Nayoung found herself hiding out in her school's DECA classroom where she helped her teacher, Ms. Ahn, run it as an on-campus store called GLOW with a few other upperclassmen after running away from the awkward situation that her friends had caused earlier. She usually wouldn't have cared about something like this, but since it actually involved her and the person she did liked she didn't like to be around in the awkward an embarrassed atmosphere. Nayoung disliked being teased about her crush, but she disliked the actuality of being teased while her crush was also present.

"Thanks for the help today, Nayoung." Ms. Ahn thanked her. "I think this should be enough for the rest of the week."

"Oh, we're already done?" Nayoung asked after helping put everything away after going to the store to stock up their own little store.

"Mmhmm."

"There's nothing else you need help with?"

"Nope. I'll have Sangyeon, Jacob, Saerom, or Hayoung take care of it tomorrow in the morning. You've done more than enough today."

"I mean, I can take care of it since I have nothing else to do."

"Oh? Your friend has been waiting for you outside for a good few minutes."

"Really?"

"Yes. He didn't want to disturb you until you were done."

"It's okay. He can wait."

Nayoung had a feeling of who it could be, but she wasn't in any hurry to find out who it was.

"Nayoung, don't make people wait. You're done here. Thank you."

"But-"

"I said you're done. Thank you for today."

Ms. Ahn gave her student a pointed look with a small smile and Nayoung nodded her head in understanding while biting her lip from finding a way to continued with doing something for GLOW. She gathered her things, bid her teacher goodbye, and reluctantly left the classroom. Nayoung ignored the male that stood waiting outside and walked on like she hadn't just looked in his direction to see who he was. Of course on the inside she was totally freaking out wondering why Hyunjin, the guy she liked, was even here waiting for her.

"Jisung and Changbin are totally dead when I get my hands on them." Nayoung muttered as she picked up her pace and walked a little faster.

Hyunjin scoffed as he kicked himself off from the wall he was leaning against and followed after Nayoung.

"Hey." He called out to her, but Nayoung ignored him.

"Nayoung."

Hyunjin tried again, but still received the same results.

"Lee Nayoung."

Nayoung stopped walking and turned around a little annoyed as she glared at Hyunjin.

"What?"

Hyunjin's steps faltered as he awkwardly halted where he stood not expecting Nayoung to respond to him indifferently.

"Well?"

Nayoung looked at Hyunjin expectantly since he was the one trying to get her attention in the first place although she knew she was misdirecting her behavior due to the two that had caused it at Hyunjin instead. Hyunjin was at a loss for words and so Nayoung dismissed the situation quietly while turning back around and walked off again in hopes that he wouldn't try to follow and talk to her again. She was having mixed emotions and so didn't want to deal with them at the moment.

"Hey! Don't just walk away like that!" Hyunjin finally yelled out towards Nayoung. "You know how long it took me to find out where you were?! I had to forced Changbin to tell me where you'll be."

"Not my problem! Changbin's dead to me and I can do whatever I want! You're not my dad, Hwang Hyunjin!" Nayoung retorted while glancing over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him with a silly face.

Hyunjin's jaw dropped at Nayoung's teasing. Nayoung smirked at him before realizing what she was doing. She suddenly faced forward and ran off with Hyunjin giving chase and yelling out for her to stop and talk to him instead.

~~~~~~~~

Yeon tried to quiet her heavy breathing to slow down her rapid heart-beating after running away from Chan and hiding within the secluded area of the library that was hardly visited unless needed. She figured that Chan would assumed she had left the library and would be running around all over campus looking for her. Once her breathing and heartbeat was normal again did she relax herself and sat on the floor with her back against the bookshelf. Before she could actually just chill the ringing of her phone erupted the silence and she hurried to mute her phone inside her backpack.

"I knew taking it off silent mode once school was over was a really bad idea." Yeon muttered to herself as she pressed the button to mute the call. "And why did he have to call me? Doesn't he know that I'm trying to avoid him for a reason?"

"Well, it's a really dumb reason." Chan spoke from behind her in a crouching position.

Yeon let out an inaudible squeal as she shifted her attention towards the male while crawling away from him. Yeon was about to yell at him, but Chan wiggled a finger at her with a teasing look while making a 'shh' sign with his other.

"Don't forget, Yeon. We're in a library." Chan said in a matter-of-fact tone despite his mischievous expression. "You don't wanna be too loud now. Unless..." He trailed off as he wriggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner while standing back up and advancing towards her.

"You're so dumb, Chan. Shut the fuck up."

Yeon threw her phone at him due to being flustered by his words and expressions and hoping that it would stop him from moving closer to her. The two then stared at the object as it fell to the ground after hitting Chan. He glanced up at her amusingly while Yeon braced for whatever was about to happen.

"Did you really throw your phone at me?"

"Yes. Now leave."

"It's the school's library, Yeon. I can stay if I want to."

"Fine. You can stay and I'll leave."

Yeon stood up as Chan watched her, but then blocked her path when she tried to move pass him as he was blocking her only exist.

"Move." Yeon commanded, but Chan didn't.

He pointed at her mobile device that was still on the floor.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh that? I was just gonna get a new one with a new number so no one can bother me when I transfer school and all that junk."

Yeon inwardly facepalmed at her words and wondered what made her say such things. Chan frowned.

"You wanna transfer school just when I found out that you like me, too?"

"Too? The fuck? Why would you like me?"

"The same reason you like me."

"That's a dumb reason."

"I guess that makes us dumb and dumber."

Chan flashed her his signature eye-smile with Yeon trying to fight the urge from being affected by it and to remain neutral and aloof.

"Whatever, Chan." Yeon said in a dismissal tone. "I got things to do and a squirrel and munchlax to kill."

Chan chuckled at her words upon recognizing the two people she mentioned.

"You don't have to go that far." Chan said before trying to reason what he said when Yeon shot him a look. "I mean, those two did help me out."

"How?"

"Jisung's kinda right. You are dumb despite your academic standing."

Yeon punched him in the arm as Chan laughed at her reaction before putting up his arms to defend himself from another attack.

"He's also right about you being violent, Yeon, but I know that's just your weird way of showing how much you care about someone or something."

"I'm pretty sure that's a red flag indicating that I'm a psycho bitch, Chan, and even worst as an abusive person, too."

"That's what you want others to think so you can keep people from actually getting close to you on a deeper and personal level."

"Stop reading me."

"How can I not? You're such an interesting book that I just want to know how the story ends when you realized that you need to stop pushing people away and accept them into your life."

"I guess you won't find out, huh?"

She smiled at him although he could see what she was trying to do.

"Yeah if you continued to play this little game of yours with me even though we both know that we both like each other."

"It's my game, Chan, and I can play it however I like."

"You've been on single player for too long, Yeon, and that's why you're the way you are with that one player mindset. You really need to try out the two player option."

Yeon rolled her eyes while letting out a deep sigh and thinking of the possibility of giving in before looking at Chan.

"You do know that the real life's reset button doesn't work the same as it does for games, right?"

"I do, but the reset button has never crossed my mind to begin with so it doesn't matter."

Chan shot Yeon another smile and she had to bite her inner cheeks to keep herself in control and not be affected by this dork who was slowly breaking down her walls.

"I hate you." She told him instead as he laughed.

"That's what you say, but that's not how you're feeling. Remember, Yeon, I can read you quite well."

"Shut up."

Chan let out a contented sigh while shaking his head.

"What am I'm going to do with you?"

"Nothing." She deadpanned with a calm look.

Yeon moved over to where her phone was and picked it up. She faced Chan again with the same facial expression.

"You're gonna do nothing. We're gonna act like nothing happened. This way we can go on with our lives with nothing between us."

"Your denial game is hella strong." Chan stated with a small smile before speaking again as he took a step towards her. "You like me and I like you. Right?"

Yeon noticed his movements as she, too, started moving, but backwards.

"More or less." Yeon answered in an aloof manner.

Chan rolled his eyes, but continued with each step he took towards her.

"So tell me, Yeon. How long do you think you can keep it up?"

"For as long as I need to."

"Really?" He mused while getting closer.

"Y-yeah." She said with less confidence upon feeling her back hitting the bookshelf a moment later.

Yeon glanced behind her and glared at the bookshelf knowing that she would eventually have to accept the way things turned out the way they do before facing Chan again.

"This is so hella cliche."

Chan laughed at their predicament as he placed both palms against the shelves to keep Yeon from escaping.

"You think so?" He asked her as she nodded.

"Yeah. You're gonna try to kiss me and I'm either gonna kiss you back and accept it or not accept it which would then lead me to push you away or something along those lines and what not. So yeah, it's hella cliche"

"Do you wanna test that theory of yours out?"

"Do you wanna live or die, first?"

"Either way, it'll be worth it."

Chan chuckled as Yeon made a face.

"I ha-"

He shut her up with a kiss and she didn't push him away.

~~~~~~~~

Nayoung usually didn't run for her life, but the situation at hand had called for it. Although she wasn't sure how it was gonna help out in the long run since she would have to see Hyunjin again anyways since they had the same class in the morning tomorrow. Glancing over her shoulder to see how far away she was from the guy that she in the process somehow tripped over air and stumbled to the ground. She let out a few groans while pulling herself up and into a sitting position as a laughing Hyunjin finally caught up to her.

"It's not funny to laugh at someone when they hurt themselves." Nayoung whined as she smacked Hyunjin's leg to stop his laughter.

He continued to chuckle while trying to talk.

"I'm sorry, but it's just too funny."

"Asshole." Nayoung muttered as she felt a stinging coming from her left ankle.

"Hey, that's rude. It wasn't my fault that you fell over your own two feet." Hyunjin stated with a frown after he stopped laughing upon hearing her words.

Nayoung paid him no attention as she was more focused on her foot and winced when she pressed at the sore spot.

"Does it hurt?"

"No shit, Sherlock."

"I'm just asking, Nayoung."

"Well, it's pretty obvious since I'm massaging my ankle, Hyunjin."

Nayoung made a face when the sore spot didn't ease itself after being massaged. She wondered how it could hurt this much when she just tripped over air.

"Here, let me help you."

Before Nayoung could ask on how he could help her she felt herself suddenly being lifted up into the air bridal style within his arms.

"Yah! What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you to the school's infirmary." Hyunjin stated in an obvious tone while glancing down at her.

"It's closed, dummy."

"Then I'll take you to the nearest clinic."

"I'm not gonna let you carry my ass all the way to a clinic, Hyunjin."

"Then should I take you to my house?"

Nayoung smacked his chest as Hyunjin let out a laugh at her reaction.

"I'm just joking. Sheesh, calm down."

"I'll calm down when you actually put me down. I'm fine. I can take care of myself."

"Are you sure? I mean you just fell over air and injured yourself."

"It's not that serious. I'm sure it's fine now."

The two just looked at one another with Hyunjin silently refusing to put Nayoung down as she waited for him to do as she said.

"Hwang Hyunjin." She said in a firm tone.

"Lee Nayoung." He mimicked in a goofy way and Nayoung smacked him again.

"Ow. What was that for?"

"You know what it was for."

"Nope. I don't know."

"Don't act like you don't know."

"Don't act like you don't like me then."

That shut her up with Hyunjin smiling in victory. He then began to walk the both of them in a random direction and Nayoung unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck so that she wouldn't fall. He enjoyed the moment with having the upper hand this time around.

"Since I have you where you can't run away, Nayoung, let's talk." Hyunjin said in a calm-like tone acting as if this was a daily thing he did in his life. "Why'd you run away?"

"To avoid your ass, obviously."

"Why though? You like me and I like you and so we could have just talked it out without all of this running around."

"Yeah, right. The whole thing was way awkward and Minho wouldn't stop his constant teasing. That little dipshit. I swear, when I get my hands on him, he's gonna wish he didn't join Jisung and Changbin."

Hyunjin laughed as Nayoung looked up at him upon realizing what he had said earlier.

"You like me?"

"Mmhmm."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Fine. Don't answer me then."

Nayoung made a face with a roll of her eyes as Hyunjin smiled.

"Then why do you like me?"

"I just do, Hyunjin."

"Then I do, too."

"Stop copying me."

"I'm not." He answered with a laugh. "I just like you like that, too."

"Sure. Whatever you say."

Nayoung turned her attention away from him and looked down at her own shirt wondering when he'll finally put her down.

"Here, we go." Hyunjin announced a few seconds later as he set Nayoung down on the bench while taking the seat beside her. "Now, let's talk about the next part of our relationship."

"We don't have a relationship, Hyunjin." Nayoung stated.

"Of course we do, Nayoung. How do you not know this? We have a few already."

He grinned at her as she cast him a doubtful look.

"Alright, just listen to me." He said.

"Not like I'm gonna go anywhere." She muttered.

Hyunjin ignored her comment and continued.

"The first relationship was as classmates. That one is obvious, but we're also club members for the official Park Jinyoung Fanclub making us a membership. Then we became actual friends through Chanyoung and Yongseung forming a friendship. Now we're entering the liking one another relationship thanks to Changbin and Jisung."

"You're so dumb. Don't forget Minho, too, even though he deserves the same fate as the other two."

"That isn't such a nice thing to say to someone that you like."

"Who said that I liked you?" She asked in a rhetorical manner.

Hyunjin scoffed. "You."

Nayoung didn't comment back as Hyunjin continued when he noticed that she didn't have a comeback.

"Anyways, we should talk about the next step of our relationship because we can't go back to how it was now that there are other things to factor in."

"I feel like you have thought about this a lot and knew that one day it was gonna happen."

"Well, yeah, Nayoung. I like you and was planning on confessing to you, but didn't think it would be today. Didn't you think about it?"

"Not really. I tried not to dwell too much on this or that and just let it go with the flow."

"This doesn't help me."

"Oh, I guess you need to find someone else to help you, huh?"

"Nope. This just makes me want to work harder."

Nayoung facepalmed before facing him again.

"You do know that I'm not like most girls, right?"

"Yes, Nayoung, I do."

"Yeah and that means I don't always like doing what people think girls normally do or react how a majority of girls do. I'm really not that super girly or cute and what not, Hyunjin. I really want you to know this."

"Nayoung. You're perfect the way you are."

"No one's perfect, Hyunjin."

"Your imperfections is what makes you perfect."

"Where did you learn that from?"

"It's a secret."

Hyunjin shot her his signature eye-smile and Nayoung couldn't help but be affected by it.

"You're so dumb."

"I'm gonna take these little name calling and other words as the way you express your affection for the people you care for."

"Do whatever you want, Hyunjin."

"Oh, whatever I want, you say?"

His eyes lit up as he wriggled his eyebrows at her playfully.

"You sure?"

"You don't affect me that much, Hyunjin." Nayoung stated with a confident look. "I don't swoon over you like your little personal fanclub does."

"Yeah, I know, but I do know that you like to check me out when you don't think I notice."

Nayoung scoffed. "I do not."

"So you weren't checking me out in first hour when we were watching a movie and then in third hour when I walked passed your desk twice to talk with Felix about something and then returning to my seat afterwards. Also doing lunch when I sat across from you with the others."

"No. I was checking out the bracelet you were wearing because it's really nice."

"Oh? Really?" Hyunjin asked surprised since other people always stared at him because of his looks.

"Yeah. I always noticed things on people's wrists like how Yeon likes remembering people's names. It's just interesting to us like that."

"I never noticed."

"It's okay. No one really knows anyways. So are we done talking? I'm hungry."

"Is this going to be our first date together?"

"Who said anything about a date?"

"We are starting the next phase of our relationship, Nayoung, so I say it's a date."

"That's what you want. I just want food, Hyunjin."

"It's a win-win situation for the both of us."

"Fine, but you're not gonna carry me."

"Unless you trip again."

"Don't you dare bring that up again."

"I will in exchange for something to keep my silence."

"Oh, so you're that type of guy. I see you, Hyunjin. I see how you is."

"Mmhmm."

Hyunjin agreed with his signature eye-smile.

"Maybe I'll get it once our date ends when I get you back home safe and sound."

"Maybe or maybe not. We shall see." Nayoung informed him while standing up and offering her hand. "C'mon. I don't want you getting lost or something. I don't wanna be the one held responsible and have your fanclub attack me."

Hyunjin took her offered hand, but was the one to lead her even though her foot recovered.

"They won't. I'll make sure of it. No one's gonna hurt my girl and get away with it."

"Your girl? We barely started this new relationship and you're possessive already? Wow."

"Well, one of us has to be since I did say I'll work harder."

"Just don't do anything stupid and we'll be fine."

"That's gonna be hard considering the group of friends we have."

"True, but I guess we'll both be working harder to make it work."

"I like the sound of that."

Hyunjin agreed as he laced their fingers together.

"You, me, and our long journey ahead of us."

"Seriously. Who you be learning all of this stuff from?"

Hyunjin chuckled as he glanced back at her.