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01010010-posts · 6 years ago

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— fake heart but real me, the same as you.

requests: im gonna put this worm in your ear: au where reader works pretty much as a wall-e type and rk900 is eve

Imagine an android reader interfacing with the robo boys im just so obsessed with this intimate android gesture and im sorta sad not a lot of fics have it aND ALSO HHHHHH I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH ITS SO SOFT AND PURE,,,, IT IS THE EMBODIMENT OF SUNSHINE BSBSBHWWJNSNS AAAAAA

Can I ask for a headcanon of the Rks and their S/O if they were a sex worker android?? Or even the Rks can be the sex workers. Anything as long as the reader is an android pls.

ohhhhhhh pick the android reader one. I'm never able to find any on here. I mostly like them cuz if you're human, you'll eventually die. Which is depressing...

me, in the year 2019, still using fictional characters as coping mechanism since i cant love myself: it be like that huh also 60’s one turned out bad im sorry :o

Connor:

• he actually bumps into you during his eden club case • yep you’re one of the tracis he connects with to find the blue-haired one • there’s nothing peculiar about you • and honestly, the first time he meets you he still isn’t a deviant • but that doesn’t mean he won’t remember you • in fact, his instinct, when investigating a scene after the revolution, and casually glancing your way, is to send you a smile • of course you don’t remember who this other android may be • the club policy was to wipe memories in two hours after all • oh but you’re a curious robot with an empty schedule so you don’t mind waiting the whole half hour it takes for cops to get your testimony • would you look at that he’s coincidentally done as soon as you’re about to leave!! • “hey– I won’t rob you of more minutes” a quip “but I just wanted to say that I’m happy you got free, and, well, to thank you for your help, both then and now. and maybe to apologize for interfacing without asking–” • “umh, excuse me but do i know you?” • and he’s a little taken aback because wow he totally forgot about it • “oh– right, gosh, I’m terribly sorry. we already– I mean, we previously met but maybe this isn’t the best phrasing. I’m– well, we– mh I was–” • is he stumbling through his words? • you shouldn’t, really, but you can’t help but laugh • and he stops, delightfully surprised that he made you chuckle at least a bit • and maybe he blushes blue • “I guess we could still try to get know each other now....”

RK900:

• one could say that RK900 is cold, superficial and maybe a little scornful • and one could say that the receptionist model of the DPD is nothing but old, obsolete and surely banal • but then again one would be pretty wrong in both cases • for the receptionist is capable of performing several exaflops operations per second, managing appointments and schedules, even speaking multiple languages • for RK900 is, yes, all of the above, but one thing is yet to be added: he’s terribly in love with the old receptionist model of the DPD. • and he’s very bad at hiding it. • he says ‘good morning’ and ‘good evening’, and eventually ‘good night’, every time he passes through the station’s doors • he, not one day of his career, has been late to work • he makes sure gavin is not rude to you • he sometimes silently helps with humans that might be prone to causing you problems while on the job • he leaves tiny juice-box sized thirium packets on your desk • he got the wrong thirium for your model the first time • and you, tenderly weirded out by the sudden appareance of such thing, had to give it to connor • this dork hasn’t been able to forgive himself ever since • though you don’t know it’s him, he’s the most advanced prototype don’t think he’d leave any traces behind • but being the latest friend shaped iphone has its perks and its cons, for example to not be endowed with social modules as good as yours and not having any idea on how to start a relationship • if it were for him you two would never go past the whole stage of casual conversations and his pining • which, as two androids, could last forever. every human in the present police station could grow old and die and you both would still be there, chatting, smiling, making awkward remarks to each other about the weather. not that any of you really mind that. or maybe he just says those things because you’re not a waterproof model? • but it’s okay because there’s this moment where it’s late at night and almost everyone is gone to their houses and it’s mostly you and him and yes, he doesn’t technically need sleep but you worry about him anyway • and you go up to him and you touch his hand to gain his attention and he, as if sparked by electricity, immediately turns his head towards you • “sorry. i didn’t know RK900 could be so easily scared” you hint a laugh, slightly covering your mouth with the tips of your digits, but don’t let go of the contact with his knuckle • he looks away for a second, fighting his biocomponent to not give away his blue blush “no, it’s my fault, I was too focused on the reports–” as he says this he fixes his eyes to yours and stops “wha– why are crying? is something the matter?” how cruel is it for you to have this feature he does not possess. at this point all of his energy is channelled into not taking your face between his palms and comfort you, whatever it is he can help, as he always does • “is that what you think of me? why you never told me anything?” and suddenly he lowers his gaze to the dark table, seeing your fingers interlacing in a soft white glow, exchanging informations through circuits

RK800-60:

• “can you stop simulating sighing?” • “I’m not simulating it, I am sighing” • “well. can you stop anyway?” • “uhhh, of course not?” • and now it’s RK900’s turn to heave his chest in exasperation whispering a silent “why the fuck are you build like this” • “I CAN hear you, you know” • “I sure hope you do, otherwise I’d have to send a request for repair on a RK800 model” • “shut the fuck up– connor! move! I can’t see them otherwise!” • “60, I have to work, and you should too. stop with the staring” 51 rolls his eyes, not even bothering to launch an annoyed look at his twin, swivelling in his chair as to let the other enjoy his favourite activity: watching the android server from the chinese restaurant across the street that brings lunches to human police officers • “why don’t you just ask them out and spare us with your eternal pining?” • “excuse me? have you perhaps gone mad, nines?” and he deliberately uses that because he knows RK900 doesn’t like it • but, actually, it’s not a bad idea, it shouldn’t be too difficult, just going near them, chatting a bit and using his charm like he always does • but, actually, now that he decided to execute his thoughts, mhh, how to say it, his body is acting against him, making his leg bounce the weird way it always does, making the little wheels in his head going in an opposite motion • “he–” some cough to clear his throat of an nonexistent clot “hey! it’s sunny today, isn’t it?” • GOSH that was such a stupid icebreaker where’s all of his confidence gone!! • but you smile, nevertheless, and your eyes slowly close in that friendly manner he’d grown to love, along with your lips that go up up and up, almost in an inhuman way, flashing a polite face • the same that makes him weak at his knees, makes his thirium pump regulator go crazy from all the blue blood it has to send in the upper part of his freckled cheeks and nose • “yes. we’re having nice weather.” you murmur, gathering back the bags you used to carry all the takeaway in • “I’m– I want to order something.” he has your attention “for tomorrow’s break, I mean” • “oh? you’re buying a plate for a human co-worker? that’s sweet. what would they like?” • “yes– I mean, no– for me, it’s for me.” • “mh? but you’re an android. i’m sorry but we don’t sell thirium based dishes.” • “oh that’s fine. I’m designed to eat like humans do.” he wouldn’t be doing so bad, if it wasn’t for his red LED giving his panic away • “are you? quite peculiar.” you giggle, absolutely delighted by the artificial pearlescent sweat adorning his temples and his fingertips “i’ll get you something then.” • this is probably the toughest order he’s ever asked, and probably the first and last • 51 and RK900 are SO going to mock him the next day they’re gonna laugh at his enamoured ass faking eating just to please his crush he never even picked up a fork in his life what’s he gonna DO

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amanecercreciente · 7 years ago

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Five Cats

→ Im Jaebeom → Fluff → 1,5k words → Jaebeom gets upset when you question his cat obsession.

It is final exams season and between your studies, you have not had time to eat properly, or see Jaebeom for that matter. These are stressful days. Even tonight, sitting in a cozy and quiet restaurant in downtown Seoul, you cannot stop thinking about the essay you are supposed to hand in next week. It is all outlined in your head. Introduction, body, and conclusion are all planned, the sources you will use to back up your ideas too. You just must write it down.

You take a deep breath. Every second that goes by, another idea disappears from your head. The restaurant where you are waiting is in a nice and small street apart from the noisy main ones, but instead of comforting you, its quietness gets you nervous. Why hasn’t Jaebeom arrived yet? You look at your phone, no messages from him. It has probably been half an hour already since you got here. He must have a busy schedule today, you think. You look for a notebook and a pen inside your purse and start writing ideas for your essay. What was the point you were going to mention in the introduction?

“Miss, will you order?” The waiter approaches your table. You haven’t ordered anything yet, not even a cup of coffee.

“As soon as the person I’m waiting for arrives,” you blurt out without looking at him. You fight with your brain to not lose the idea you are trying to write. Your hand is tense, but you ignore the slight pain from writing so fast.

“I’m sorry I’m late. Good evening.” Jaebeom’s voice is almost a whisper when he greets the waiter. You take a look at him. He removes his jacket and sits in front of you. His eyes seem tired. He is not wearing even a little bit of make-up and judging by the beanie that covers half of his head, he didn’t bother to fix his hair either. None of this is unusual, considering his typically packed schedule.

“Here is the menu. I’ll be back as soon as you are ready to order.” You nod and let out a polite smile after realizing there is no reaction from Jaebeom. Right now, you two must be the most annoying customers in the world, you think.

“I’m so hungry I feel my head is about to explode”, you said as you desperately flip the menu’s pages and try to process what you are reading. Japchae? Sundubu jjigae? Why do all the options seem difficult? Suddenly an idea for your essay comes to mind and you write it down in your notebook beside you. “I haven’t said hi, right? So, busy schedule today?”

“No…” Again, Jaebeom’s voice comes out as a whisper. His tone catches your attention this time. He reads the menu lazily, flipping the pages in an awkward manner using his left-hand. His right-hand rests on the table, hidden towards his body and covered by the sleeve of the huge sweater he is wearing.

“What’s wrong?” you ask curiously, trying to find out if he is holding something in his hand or if your imagination is being severely affected by hunger and final exams season anxiety.

Jaebeom sighs.

“My cats fought all day,” he says in a soft voice. He rolls up his right sleeve and shyly shows a bloody bandage that covers part of his hand and wrist.

You are speechless. Jaebeom recently adopted two stray cats, added to the other three he already had. The adaption process of his new friends with the old ones has been quite hard, you are well-aware of this because of the daily updates he gives you. It has become usual for him to interfere in crazy fights in order to stop his cats from hurting each other. Clearly, he keeps out of his mind the fact that he can result hurt, too. The bandage seems to hide a wound that Jaebeom hasn’t had the opportunity to deal with correctly. You see him like this and become angry. Your boyfriend is very self-aware and always looks out for his safety, but when it comes to his cats, he seems to become fully irrational and forget about his well-being.

“Five cats are definitely too much.” You leave the menu, your notebook, and pen aside and gently reach for his arm to study in depth the wound’s severity. “Did you even go to the hospital?”

“Five cats are just fine, I only need to stop their fighting altogether.” Jaebeom adjusts himself in the chair and talks with determination. Before you can even start to remove his bandage, he moves back his hand towards his body.

You remember a few months ago when Jaebeom became very fond of a stray cat that used to wander around the streets near his studio. He fed it for several weeks and when finally reached for it to hold it up, the cat attacked him violently. Your boyfriend ended up with multiple wounds along his forearm, and the cat never showed up again.

“It’s not fine if they hurt you.” You look straight into his eyes. “You know that. This is not the first time you are this irresponsible because of some cat.” Your tone sounds harsher than you expected, and you instantly regret your words. “I mean…”

“Some cat?”

“No. That’s not what…”

Jaebeom stands up and grabs his jacket. He does not wait for any sort of response from you, instead leaves the restaurant quickly and without saying anything.

You gather your belongings as fast as you can. Your notebook hits the ground, and as you grab it, your purse falls as well, emptying all its content. You get mad at yourself, put back your stuff inside your purse, and follow Jaebeom. You ignore the half puzzled, half annoyed look of the waiter and leave the place.

You become angry at yourself not only because of your clumsiness, but also because of your bad choice of words. The two cats are already family to your boyfriend, you know that. You were pointlessly worrying about your damn essay even when there is more than enough time to write it. And even when you have your boyfriend clearly troubled in front of you. You were uncapable of seeing his condition and it hurts you. Although Jaebeom is extremely bad at putting his sadness into words, his body always shows it. Sometimes he can barely express his happiness too, so you constantly remind yourself to read the signs in his body. You know it, but this time didn’t bother to read anything.

You look for him along the small street. Jaebeom walks without a hurry a few meters away from the restaurant. You run to walk beside him.

“Jaebeom, wait a second.” You grab his arm and entwine it with yours to stop him from walking away. He stops, allows you to become closer, but tries to avoid your eyes. “What I said came out incredibly bad. I’m really sorry.”

He looks askance at you, evidently upset. “I’ve been with them for one month. They’re not just some cat. You even met them.”

“I know, love. I just blurted that out. I didn’t mean to say that.” You take advantage when he relaxes a bit and hug him, circling his waist with your arms, and nuzzling your face into his neck. “It’s final exams season and I’m stressed. Just don’t pay attention to anything I say during these days, okay?”

Jaebeom sighs, once again tonight.

You hug him tightly and move your head to look at him. His eyes seem sad and worried, while his body is still too tense. It breaks your heart to have him like this.

“It’s going to be a while before they all get along. Did you try having them in a separate room for now?”

“They’re at Jinyoung’s room now,” he says and lets out a disheartened laugh.

It amuses you to imagine the horror across Jinyoung’s face when he finds two cats sleeping on his bed. “Maybe it will be good if they’re away from the others for a few days.” You pull away from his chest and carefully take his wounded hand. “Does it hurt? Did you disinfect it?”

“No. I was gracefully late to meet you,” he jokes.

“You didn’t even clean your wound? Jaebeom… Enough. Let’s go to a hospital.” Your boyfriend is really giving you reasons to become angry tonight.

“Weren’t you dying of hunger?”

“You could be dying infected by some bacteria.” You entwine your arm with his again and start walking slowly along the street.

“They’re vaccinated already,” he gives you a disapproving look and smiles mockingly. “You went with me, remember any of that? I don’t need a hospital.”

“Of course, I remember. But you’re the cat infections expert.”

Jaebeom laughs quietly. There is a moment of silence when both of you breathe the night vibe in. You leave the small street behind and approach the noisy ones where food carts offer all kinds of midnight snacks, and where music coming from twenty-four-hour stores fills with energy the mood of every pedestrian.

“Let’s go to my place, you prepare kimchi fried rice for me, and I’ll clean your wound.” You softly caress his fingers, careful not to touch his palm and wrist.

“Deal.” Jaebeom smiles sweetly at you, barely capable of containing his excitement. He gives you a shy smile that could explode into roaring laughter at any moment. You could swear that smile you just read shows a glimpse of happiness.

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for-the-love-of-life-lads · 4 years ago

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Progress Report

Weight 138.4lb

I did pretty good today. Workout was tough, kept intensity up during mid-day, but wasn’t able to get super intense during class. I had to coach again, which I don’t mind but I just wish I got to be more in the action. I did make the kids run wind sprints though and I got to do it with them. That was fun :D

Food was okay, I got essentially the same meals. Did do salmon and asparagus which was amazing. For water, I only got 4. I know, I suck but I just couldn’t help it. I knew I didn’t sweat nearly as much as I did last night, so I couldn’t force myself to do it.

I have done my abs workout every night though. I found a video that goes through a three week period and gives you different core exercises for every two days so far. I do them at night when I tell my parents I’m going to bed, then I do these progress reports. I just get any time really to myself where I can do anything I want/ need to do. My food is regulated by my parents, my workouts, my school work, there isn’t an aspect of my life that I have control of. So, I guess doing my core workouts and making these progress reports is kinds my “me time” that cut into my schedule for. I have been really worried that I won’t keep up with my core stuff the later I go into the week because I am exhausted by the time Friday rolls around. So, I am going to really committed to doing them again tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday. Also, I am a little worried about tomorrow. Fridays are always death days for any diets I commit to. I just go crazy and binge eating everything in sight. I really don’t want to do that. I might try and find some activities that will keep my out of the kitchen. I don’t know, maybe I could write a little? Maybe I could find some exercise to do? Maybe I could do my ALS portfolio or write a research paper for fun. I need to check back in with college stuff, so maybe I could do that outside or in my room. I don’t know, just something that will keep me from eating.

(Warning: suicide mentions, eating disorders, basically just me ranting so just skip this section)

Sorry I’m not as peppy tonight, it’s been a long day and I just get tired of always being in trouble. I didn’t do this right, or I’m missing something, or I forgot to do that. Honestly, I don’t understand it. I just get tired of always being wrong. I know that’s partly why I eat, I have so much anxiety all the time and then I get super depressed because it feels like I am going to be stuck here forever and then I want to kill myself. So, because it feels like nothing matters and I don’t have anything that makes me happy, I eat sweet stuff to get the endorphins easily. I wish I could like go for a run or something you know? Just listen to music and run the pain away a little. They talk about a “runners high” which would be a good, productive way to get the endorphins, but my parents wouldn’t let me, or I would have to be on the phone with them the whole time, or they would have to go with me (even though their the thing I’m trying to get away from). I have no place to go, I have nothing to do, so I do the only thing I know can make me happy for just a second which is eating. Honestly, this is why I am so ready for college. There, I could go for a run whenever I want. If I want to take a class about writing? Done. If I want to go to the library for a place to do my work. Boom! Im there! The idea that I could do core workouts before 9:00 pm at night and then type posts without worrying if the noises of my keyboard are going to be too loud and cause my parents to break in and yell at me just takes a lot of stress away. I think I wouldn’t be nearly as stressed as I am with my parents. I feel like I’m a mother taking care of three children’s mental health. To my parents credit, I have always had a house and food. I am super grateful for how they always physically provide for me. But when I feel like I am trying to mediate a off-and-on relationship couple for my parents who literally haven’t figured out how to grow up in the 18 years I’ve been alive it gets hard. When my dad isn’t happy, he wants me to fix it. When he’s mad at my mom? I have to fix it. When he wants to rough-house? I’m in trouble if I don’t want to play. I have to manage the diets to make sure he doesn’t throw everyone off because he wants to eat out. I have to set the alarms so that everyone gets to their workouts and appointments on time. When my mom is angry that she puts herself in this situation, I have to hear about how sucky her life is even though she is fully capable of being independent and leaving anytime she wants. Mean while, they both have forgotten their other daughter (my younger sister) for the last 15 years and I have had to essentially teach her how to grow up into a normal functioning adult. She needs to know that its okay to cry, but just make sure that get back to work after you’ve had a good cry. She has to know that she needs to be able to love herself and be able to be okay being by herself before she ever gets in a relationship. She needs to know how someone should treat her because she is a good person and so she deserves good treatment. She needs to know that the world isn’t going to chew her up and spit her out because she is stronger than she’ll ever know. She needs to learn how to be a self-starter, but also to know when you need to take care of yourself and take things slower. These are the things my baby sister needs to know, that I have to teach her because my parents have so many of their own mental issues that they are too busy to see her growing up unguided. I worry about her when I’m gone because whenever she gets sad, or overwhelmed all she can say is “what am I going to do without you?” and the truth is, I don’t have a good answer for her. I don’t trust that my parents can get their shit together enough to take care of her and help her grow into a mentally healthy individual. If not for her, I would have killed myself a long time ago. But all I could think about whenever I created my plan and chose a night, and wrote that note, was how I was leaving her without anyone who could help her grow up. I mean look at me? I have severe anxiety, depression, certainly low self-esteem, eating problems, trust issues, I’m super anti-social, and I am so messed up that I feel like I can’t do anything without constantly thinking about what a fuck-up I am. I don’t want her to end up like me. I want her to be able to at least live with herself by the time she’s 18.

So yeah, clearly I haven’t had the best day based on the fact I’m spilling my guts right now, so I am going to go to sleep and try again tomorrow.

See you guys soon!

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deojoon · 8 years ago

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sky blue : 1

cross posted on ao3

part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Summary:

(trigger warning) how namjoon came across always and reflection or how namjoon began to love himself with help ! *this fic isn't for everyone, in no way am i romanticizing mental illnesses or what namjoon went through. if you don't like it dont read it thank you.

Notes:

i'm not gonna lie this straight up was the longest and quickest fic ive ever written. all because i was sad. it didn't turn out the way i wanted it to but its something. i kinda cried while writing it only because i sorta relate ? ion know. even though im a shitty writer you gotta start somewhere enjoy !

Chapter 1

: the beginning

I’ve always wondered how he did it. How Namjoon pieced himself back together. Did bts help ? did army help ? did a friend/significant help ? i’ve always noticed something about rm and it’s wasn’t till recently it got better.

It’s was a late night , early 2016, namjoon couldn’t remember the day of the week or date “fuck” he said as he sat in his studio chair looking up at the ceiling. It’s been about 3 days since he locks himself in the studio. This is couple months after his mixtape dropped and when the plagiarism claims had happened. The lowest point of his life.

He checks his phone to see with no surprise to see no new notifications. Namjoon sighed, he stretched his arms and with grogginess, he went back to writing. After even more hours of creativity, Namjoon passes out.

Namjoon woke up to see the time is now 5 am.

He gets up to leave the studio to check on yoongi. No matter what namjoon himself was feeling he thought of everyone else’s well being first. ‘it’s better this way’ he thought.

As he approaches yoongi’s studio he knocks on the door. He hears something crash, he starts to beat on the door calling his name “yoongi please open up”.

After a deep breath yoongi opens up the door breathless “what” he said harshly.

Namjoon walked in already knowing what’s wrong, closed the door and hugged yoongi. “take a deep breath. You’re okay. You’re safe.” Yoongi grabs namjoon tightly

Yoongi was upset, he was mad that he was frustrated with himself, that namjoon knows all too well when he’s mad, that namjoon knows how to make him feel better. Yoongi’s grip eventually loosens. Yoongi’s moves closer to namjoon's neck, just to inhale namjoon’s scent to calm himself. It’s a mix of pine, mint, and cotton candy which is surprisingly addictive.

(Not that yoongi would ever tell anyone that.)

With a now calm yoongi, namjoon asks “what were you doing exactly”

Yoongi still in his neck mumbling “producing. It’s not coming out the way I want it to maybe it’s because i’m not capable of making good music”

Namjoon squeezes yoongi tighter. “yoongi no matter what you’re the most creative person i’ve met. Yoongi don’t pay any mind to this small stump.

“but you don’t understand the pressure”

Once yoongi said that it hurt namjoon’s feelings a bit. Brushing it off namjoon replies “ come one let’s go home you need a break”

Yoongi just sighed and nodded, knowing arguing with namjoon at this point wouldn’t get him anywhere.

They left and went to the dorms. As they walked in seokjin was in the kitchen grabbing food for himself. Like a deer caught in headlights, seokjin jumped and dropped his leftover chicken.

“well there you are yoongi I was looking for you. When you feel better can you fix the bookshelf. Someone broke it” seokjin said glaring at namjoon.

Namjoon sheepishly smiles and rubbed the back of his neck. “sorry”

Yoongi had enough and grumbled “ stop breaking shit i’m tired of fixing it” he stomped away.

Namjoon’s sheepish grin dropped “ i’m going to bed”

As he walked to his shared room with taehyung he began to think about the inconvenience he caused other the members. He sighed and went to bed.

It’s now a Monday on their one month break. While everyone else is out having fun namjoon is stuck inside. its seems like everyone made plans without him yet again. It’s been like this for the last week. No human interaction, so he decided to call jackson to see if he wanted to hang out.

But of course, jackson was busy. Namjoon started to feel antsy. He started to scroll on twitter. Maybe seeing army will make him feel better. Namjoon felt worse after reading comments about how ugly and untalented he is. His mood worsened more and more.

When namjoon heard the door open he knew the rest of the members came back he quickly put his emotions in the back of his head. And walking into the living about to say something only to hear his members making fun of his singing as they listened to the song “adrift”

“he sounds like he’s dying”

“is he gargling a box of nails”

He had enough and went into the bathroom.

He sat down against the wall and stared at himself in the mirror.

‘why am I here’

‘I can’t even write good music without copying someone’

Namjoon shook his head and realized someone was knocking on the bathroom door. He got up and washed his face to see an angry taehyung.

“Finally, do you know how long I was knocking. Get out so I can go in”

Namjoon thought taehyung was concerned for him at first so he smiled but dropped it when he finished.

Namjoon went to his room grabbed his phone, laptop, and wallet and walked out the dorm ignoring everyone’s laughter.

He arrived at his studio locked the door and decided to read on naver thinking the news would make him feel better and distract him. Namjoon ended up reading two articles one about him plagiarizing and the other on how much weight he gained, how fat he is now.

Namjoon was at his breaking point but the one last thing that pushed him over was his parents texting him that they’re on vacation without him.

Namjoon began writing full of tears and sadness.

One morning, I opened my eyes And wished that I was dead I wish someone killed me In this noisy silence I live to understand the world But the world didn’t once understand me, why No, the other half is missing* It’s trying to hurt me I miss me miss me, baby, I miss me miss me baby I wish me I wish me baby Wish I could choose me

Why is it that I’m being so earnest Yet it’s not working out Always Always Always Always Always (I lost my all ways) Always (I lost my all ways) Always (I lost my all ways) Always (I lost my all ways)

If I ever meet God, I would tell him this That life is coffee that I never ordered I would grab him by the collar and tell him Death is an americano you can’t refill Are you sure that you’re alive Then, let’s prove it somehow When I exhale, there’s breath** On the window, there’s condensation You are dead You are dad, but you are dead Dead dad you don’t listen to me Dad please listen to me

After writing, the group's manager called him to explain the wings photo shoot and due date for the music.

After the long and exhausting meeting, he went back to the dorms to tell everyone the schedule and he got nothing but complaints.

“why couldn’t you pushback the date”

“all ways make things hard for us”

“ya I really don’t appreciate his at all”

“why’d you make our schedule so intense”

Namjoon ran out the dorm slamming the door.

Namjoon goes back into the studio and just stares at the wall, thinking about the stupid voice in his head repeatedly saying he doesn’t matter and wrote reflection.

I know Every life’s a movie We got different stars and stories We got different nights and mornings Our scenarios ain’t just boring I find this movie very amusing Everyday, I want to shoot it well I want to caress myself I want to caress myself

But you know, sometimes I really really hate myself To be honest, quite often, I really hate myself When I really hate myself, I go to Dduksum I just stand there with the familiar darkness

With the people that are smiling And beer, which makes me smile Coming to me softly, Fear, which holds my hand It’s okay because everyone is in twos or threes It’d be nice if I had friends too

The world is just another name for despair My height is just another diameter for the earth I am all of my joy and anxiety It repeats everyday, the love and hate directed to me Hey you, who’s looking over the Han River If we bump into each other while passing, would it be fate? Or maybe we bumped into each other in our past life Maybe we bumped into each other countless times

In the darkness, People look happier than the day Everyone else knows where they’re supposed to be But only I walk without purpose But still, blending in with them is more comfortable Dduksum, which has swallowed up the night Hands me an entirely different world I want to be free I want to be free from freedom Because right now I’m happy but I’m unhappy I’m looking at myself At Dduksum

I wish I could love myself I wish I could love myself I wish I could love myself I wish I could love myself I wish I could love myself I wish I could love myself I wish I could love myself I wish I could love myself

Namjoon now lying on his studio floor hear knocking on his door. He ignores it and goes back to sleep.

'why do they even bother with me'

#rm #namjoon #bts #bts angst #namjoon angst

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sweetly-cider · 7 years ago

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Burning Bridges

((Canon RP with @juliet0129/ @juliets-oc-isle , @mamajebbun/ @peripendulum))

"Where the hell is everyone..." Ale couldn't help muttering to himself in confusion as he rubbed the back of his neck. After the dinner rush finished out, the bar had become oddly... empty. A certain hour had hit, and every last customer had filed out the door without a single ons returning. It wouldn't have normally bothered him, had he not been attempting to do his job right this time. He'd even promised not to touch a single bottle for himself -- and that was more than even Applin could guarantee most nights! Though, now he might be tempted. It certainly didn't help this strange lethargy that had hit him today. Maybe it was that depression over his breakup hitting him again. "No... Stop it. You ain't broken up, you just gotta give 'er space then work 'ta make it right," he told the empty room, then turned to wipe down the clean counter yet again.

Max walked towards the bar, one hand shoved into his pocket while the other held onto his pipe. He sighed, exhausted from having felt with the normal day work he chose to do recently; building sheds. The work wasn’t hard, far from it. What made it difficult was the overbearing heat of the summer sun. He had to wake up early and work during the cool hours, which were mostly dark hours, and then try and rest when the sun reached the center of the sky. He yawned, having not gotten used to his recently new sleep schedule. He had planned on finishing up the job that night though, after he helped Applin with what ever he needed him for. He pushed open the door, walking into an empty bar. He blinked in confusion then shrugged. Maybe he needed to fix something big? He walked over to the bar where he found Ale. “Ey, where’s yer brother?” He asked.

"'M not sure," he said, dropping his cleaning rag onto the counter. "I haven't seen 'im all day. I figured maybe he'd get here later? Whatever it is, it must've scared away all 'a the customers tonight. It's been empty all evening. Ah, here, siddown. I'll get ya whatever ya want, on the house." Ale waved towards the barstools, then turned towards the shelves. "I've got no clue what he needed help with, either. Everything around here's just fine. Ain't nothin' with the building that I can see. I checked after I tried 'ta go by Swirl's place earlier."

Suddenly the door opened as Peri let himself in. He wasn't as overly dramatic as he usually let himself be. That changed though when he saw Ale and Max. "Well working life suits you Sir." Peri smirked at him. "How amusing. You still don't look like a owner of a bar. That goes to your brother. Applin is a delight to talk to." Peri then turned to face Max. There was a scowl as his eyes lit up. So this was the man who hurt Quil. Not quite what he imagined but it didn't matter. "Where is your brother?" Peri turned to Ale. "Is he ready to get his life back?"

"Great. It's the brass bastard," Ale muttered under his breath, turning away from the alcohol. "What do you want, freak. My brother ain't here. Haven't seen him all day. You got a problem, you gotta take it up with me."

"I'm guessing he didn't tell you." Peri muttered softly. "Oh well. I thought he would join us but its understandable if he is busy." "You and I need to have a little chat."Peri turned to Max and sneered at him. "And since you both don't understand. Applin asked this... Max here so we can speak. Its the deal we made. I get a meeting and Applin gets his debt paid."

Max raised a brow at brass man, surprised by what the guy was saying then realization hit him. “You’re a collector,” He said, a scowl on his face. He turned to Ale, completely ignoring Peri’s presence. “ At least we know why Applin ain’t here, all collectors are asses, after his run-in with Joel last night, I don’t blame him for going dark tonight. He don’t deserve it. Anyway, got any Whiskey Ale? Might need it to keep myself in check.”

"... Yeah. I got ya," he said, shooting the visitor a sideways glance. His eyes were dark, though contrasted by a forced, overly done smile. "Well, then, come on in, buddy," he said, waving to the empty room. "Take a seat. We're all ears." Then, he turned on his heel and went back to the shelf.

“Make it quick though, cause I gotta go and finish up a job.” Max grumbled our in annoyance to the brass collector. It was obvious that he didn’t really care about the collector wanting to talk to him, or the fact that he was a demon. In fact, he seemed pretty at ease about it all.

"I'm here to talk about Quil." Peri decided to sit down away from them. Expecting the chance of them maybe two teaming him. He put his umbrella on the table though as a sign of peace. "She been under my care. I didn't have the heart to give her soul over. I want to know why you hurt her."

Ale just returned silently with the bottle and glass, setting both within reach of his friend. If this was the topic, he figured Max was going to need every bit of it, though he was definitely going to keep an eye on the wax man.

The mere mention of her name hit him hard, making him clench his fist and bite his lip. He didn’t waste a second once Ale set the bottle and glass in front of him, he grabbed the bottle and poured the alcohol into the glass, nearly to the rim. “So yer the one she went a runnin’ to with her poor me sob story.”He said sourly. He lifted up the glass and took a swig of the alcohol. “At first, I thought she’d go running to Joel. That’s really why I thought he showed up last night.” He glanced at Ale, tilting his glass to him with a smirk before he turned and looked at Peri. “So, she’s in your care now, eh?” He asked spitefully. “And you want to know why I hurt her?” He turned to him and looked at him skeptically. “What are you, some rebound lover she sicked on me?”

"Oh dear, did we hit a nerve?" Peri asked, how spiteful this person was. He hadn't seen it in someone for a long time. He really wished he didn't have to keep his cool around this idiot. "She spoke about you a lot. So much so it used to annoy me how gullible Quil was. If you truly cared about her you wouldn't of let her sell her soul... Especially when you had no soul to give in return." "Congrats by the way. Making her fall in love with you. That must of felt great toying with a girls emotions for your own gain." Peri looked at his claws with interest and then played with one of his nails.. " I thought us demons were bad but you mortals are more disgusting when you want to be."

Max chuckled at what Peri said. “Heh, you’re funny. You’re almost as ignorant as Joel.” He swirled the whiskey in the glass before downing the rest. He set the glass on the table, glancing at Peri with a smirk. “Although, Joel always did his research before approaching someone about something. You’re a poor excuse for a demon if you can’t do that, shameful even since you’re a collector.” He turned to the bar and grabbed the whiskey bottle, filling the glass once again. “And what’s this talk about Quil trying to give you her soul for me? Even if she wanted to, her soul would be worthless to the devil.”

"I don't know this Joel personally but I do hear whispers about them." Peri muttered not liking learning this fact. What would the devil's spawn know about all this? Quil was the devils toy. He didn't want to mess with this Joel too now. "That's how she came to me. She gave up her soul for your debts. I'm only taking in what I have been told. You don't seem guilty at all." "I don't think she worthless now. I gave it back to her. I made sure she didn't owe your debt." Peri shook his head at this person. Maybe he was just defensive. Peri rubbed some sore of his arms the price he was paying for helping these mortals out. "I just... don;t understand why you aren't fighting for her. I would do anything to protect her."(edited)

Max eyed him for a moment before grabbing a hold of his glass. “Yer honestly gonna sit ‘ere an’ try ta squeeze info from me based offa half truths?” He shook his head, a scowl plastering on his face as he looked at the glass of whiskey before he took a drink. “Look, I don’t know what she told ya, but even she didn’t stick around fer the entire story, and I don’t blame ‘er.” He shrugged and took another swig before continuing. “If she doesn want to know, I’ll respect her and not push it in her face to justify what I did. I did what my heart was tellin’ me ta do back then, and I will stick with it. If she interprets it as me being a bad guy, so be it. I still got what I wanted, I still get ta see her walk around freely, an’ that’s all that matters to me. Even if she hates me for the rest of eternity, I will still be happy knowin’ I don’t have to see her behind bars tied up like a wild animal for some stupid dark circus.” He lifted the glass to his lips. “That oughta show that monster of a father of mine that I was right. I will never be like ‘em. That I am capable of lovin someone.”

"I think you should slow down on the alcohol." Peri muttered as he tried to make sense out what he was talking about. So he was being defensive. This was making things difficult mostly since he understood what he meant. But it wasn't good enough. "You love her right? Why didn't you help her out? I could of sold her as a whore if I wanted too. You lead her on... for years, knowing all is information and you couldn't tell her sooner? Why was it?" Peri got annoyed. "I need to know where you stand and if you are going to fight for her. She got so upset and scared. Sometimes she too scared to leave the house since her wings are back. You are right I don't have the full story so make me understand."

"Uh... He's right, buddy, maybe ya oughtta slow down," Ale muttered, watching his friend down the drink. He'd never seen Max like this before, and he wasn't sure he wanted to see the result. Especially when he was trying -- for once -- to keep things calm and out of trouble. However, he didn't want to interrupt, either.

Max looked over at Ale in surprise. “You know I can hold my liquor better than you can, bro.” Still, he set the full glass down onto the counter and crossed his arms as he glanced at Peri with a scowl. “Yer a contractor, it’s yer job to get others to sign their soul over to the devil. Ya ought to know there are terms when it comes to the kind of contract when it comes to winning someone over.” He mumbled grumpily. “I give everything up so she can have a better life. Thing is, I can’t control her, she still has free will, which is out of reach of the devil. Not even God can control that.” He leaned forward with a cocky smirk. “So I didn’t keep ‘er from sleeping with Joel’s carnival staff, didn’t make her sleep with me. She chose to. I can’t stop her.”

"Poor you. Shall I get my tiny violin out?" Peri sneered back and stood up. His umbrella in hand now. "She should be thankful shouldn't she? Is that what this is about? Ooo you poor thing. You don't even understand that your wish was born out of a selfish need. Were you ~really~ doing it for her? It doesn't quite sound like it. Setting someone free shouldn't have a price if you really cared about her." Peri twitched when he brought up sexual matters. It hit a nerve him speaking like that about Quil. Why did that matter? Was he really that childish? His eyes glowed softly from his actions.

Max grabbed his glass, purely out of habit as he leaned against the bar. “Sí, sí, tienes razón, it was completely selfish. I should have left her in that literal hell hole, let her slowly suffer in torment as the devils demons plucked her wings to keep her grounded, chained her to a ball to keep her from going far, kept her in a literal cage in a dungeon of a demon’s house not even able to see the sun until they brought her out to bathe her like an animal and put her up on display like some amazing attraction at a zoo. Yup, yeah, totally selfish.” He raised the glass to his lips but paused before he took a swig and placed it back onto the counter. “Ya really know nothin’ ‘bout Quil, do ya? Here ya are, “carin’ for her”, and ya still know next ta nothin’ ‘bout her. She’s a Nephillim, cabrón, which means she is literally half angel and half demon. She will never be a full angel, and she will never be a true demon. “Gettin her ta fall in love with me wasn’t something I wanted ta gamble, but it ended up bein’ a part of the conditions ‘n my bet with her father....mi medio abuelo.....” he grabbed his pipe and brought it to his lips, blowing hot air on the tobacco that was in the end until smoke trailed from the pipe. “The only reason why gettin ‘er to love me was part of the bet was because demons hardly ever have positive emotions as such. True demons. They don’t have a heart, don’t have a soul. Power, pleasure, destruction, these are all things demons enjoy and live for.” He blew smoke towards Peri, mockingly. “Yer different though,” he muttered. “Yer only ‘ere askin’ me all this shit ‘cause you love her, dontcha? Ya fall fer a demigod too, ya fake demon? Feel sorry fo’ya.”

Ale couldn't help eyeing the smoke curling from the pipe. He wasn't used to seeing that when he was sober, so it was only now that his brain was beginning to process what the trigger might be. Then again... he couldn't help but feel bad. He'd only ever really teased Max about his history with the feathered girl, but to see him get so passionate over her? It made yet another spear of guilt shoot through him, adding to the rapidly growing collection of them already piercing his very soul. However, he didn't dare interfere. No, knowing his track record he'd only make things worse, even if he tried to ease the situation. Best just to stay silent and keep everyone's glasses full. Maybe he should get one of his own before the end of this.

"Hmm. What if I do love her?" Peri asked in a tired tone. "I have soften up because of Quil. I don't see how it's bad thing when I was out of control before her." "The first deal was out of your control. Okay, there must of been a reason for those terms but that's not the reason I'm here. Since I only know her side story...so if I get this wrong I know more likey you will happily tell me how wrong I am. Why did you get yourself into another situation where souls could only solve your debt?"

Max scowled at his question. It was really something he didn’t want to talk about in front of Ale. Still, he puffed on his pipe as he glanced away. “Because that’s all I had that was truly mine when I was young. And where I come from, souls are more valuable than money. mi papa, erm, father, he wasn’t happy that I was born with one, he was hopin’ that mi mama...didn’t have a strong hold on me, and here we are, me more wax than fire.” Max shrugged. “The bet I made is no different than a contract where I come from. Only, we don’t lose our souls like normal people do, it doesn’t change us like normal people. It just leaves us vulnerable, without the safety of abuelo.” He reached over and grabbed his glass with a free hand, his other holding his pipe as he took a drink. “For a devil, he sure does his best to protect his children.” He mumbled to himself. “It doesn’t really matter to me if you love her or not. I just find it funny that a mortal turned demon is allowing himself to soften up.” He mused. He grinned at Peri, pointing his pipe at him. “Funny thing is, you think it’s you falling for her, when in fact it’s really her making you fall for her. You think she will stay with you? Nah, she never stays with one person. She’s a whore who craves love, but never wants to fully give it to others. Un ángel to the eyes, but un demonio en el corazón.”

"I’m sorry that you’re insecure about yourself and you think insults are a way to make yourself look big. I think we are done here." Peri growled to himself. Selfish prick. He would love to deal with him if it wasn't for Applin. Max was something much more worrying than he thought. He will need to speak to Quil as soon as he could. He moved himself to the bar and putting up the coins for Max's drinks. "You haven't added onto your debt?" Peri asked Ale however his tone is dangerous. "It needs to be the right amount."

Max huffed at Peri’s tone, smoke trailing from his mouth. “ oh no, you don’t get to just barge in here and asked personal shit about me without explaining why.” Max spat angrily. Not only was he the same demon that had control over his friends, he was possibly very demon who had changed oil‘s perception on things. He had to know, Quil was very easy to influence, easy to manipulate. He didn’t want to see her falling into the same trap by another demon, a fake one at that. “Why do you even care about her to begin with? You work for me for mi familia. You’re not supposed to care about someone’s well-being.” He sneered. “If anything, I’m A far better person than you.”

"Actually I can. I got what I wanted." Peri turned around to face Max. "This was nothing more than a study session. You didnt have to answer anything but you did. You are very open when you think your opponents are dumb. Also if you think I'm going to sit here and listen to you calling her a whore, you have another thing coming."

“You’re holding mi amigos soul hostage for some petty info from me. Yeah, I’m sure ya would have given it back to them if i’da said nothin’.” Max snapped back angrily. “And I will call ‘er a whore, because that’s what she is. Una Puta. What else would she be when she slept with so many others after I helped her with ‘er heat, eh?” He finished off his drink, a smug smirk on his face. “What’re ya gonna do ‘bout it? Abuelito gave me immunity from shits like you, and I’m not just some regular mortal ya can push around either.” He narrowed his eyes at Peri, his expression challenging. “*Ya don’t scare me one bit, perra.”

Ale had gone to accept the coin and answer Peri's question, but only ended up scrambling backwards out of Max's way. For a moment, he wasn't even sure what to do. He'd never seen Max get this angry. Ever. This was already enough to swallow without seeing his friend in such a state. "Max, calm down," he hissed, the words foreign coming from his mouth rather than recieving them from someone else. His friend had always kept a close eye on his temper, so there must have been a good reason. For once, it was his turn to play the peacekeeper. Sort of. "You don't know what this guy is gonna do! What about Appy, man?"

"Maybe... Quils realized she had standards and went looking for someone who could get the job done." Peri brought is umbrella to Max's neck. He was done being friendly. His eye gave a his old crazed look. " It is her body after all. She can do what she wants. For someone who doesn't care you are very angry Max. Is it cause I can actually look after her? You look like some dirty commoner with no place to call home. How many jobs do you do? OR do you just get plastered cause you can't even keep a woman excited?"

"C'mon, guys, that's enough," Ale said, holding out his arms between them. That's usually how people broke up arguments, right? He never really paid much attention, being the one usually being calmed. "There ain't no reason for the low blows, guys. C'mon, just siddown and take a drink."

Max smirked, his scowl still on his face as he reached over to block Peri’s umbrella from his neck. “Naw, I ain’t gonna back away from a petty doc who thinks he’s above the devils own kind....” He grumbled at Ale, a sneer in his tone. “I ain’t gonna let him walk out without charring him some.” Small tendrils of steam smoked from his hands, smoke from his mouth as he glared at Peri with glowing lavender eyes. “I’m gonna kick his ass.”

"I suggest doing what the your friend says. He needs to clean up." Peri didn't move at all. "You are just making things up now just to get yourself more angry.. I respect most of my kin. Most."

“A mistake ya’ll learn not ta make again,” Max sneered. Not even a second after he spoke he swung his arm at Peri’s umbrella, knocking it away from him as he spit toward Peri.

"Max!" Ale attempted to try to jump between the fighting, but only ended up tripping over the counter and sending Max's bottle spilling across the counter. Rather than try to clean the mess, the barkeep scrambled back and tried to find the key to the counter gate. "Stop! This is enough!"

"Ouch... so your the kinky type." Peri felt the spit burn under his eye. He jumped back to get some space away from him. "Hot wax and bondage coming right up~" Peri laughed as two chains shot out of his jacket sleeves. They launch a Max in hopes of being able to hold him down before he burned the place down.

“Kinky? What the hell-!” Max was caught off guard by what Peri had said so much so that he didn’t realize what Peri was doing until too late. The chains smacked into his shoulders with a dull thud as he fell back into the bar from the force, his hat flew off his head from the force. He looked up at Peri with a scowl, his eyes glowing brighter. “So that’s the way you wanna play.” He growled out. He reached over and grabbed at the chains, his hands sizzling and the cream white color of them starting to glow. Sweat began to drip down from his hands onto the chains as his hands began to heat up. “Can ya handle the heat, pendejo.”

"You keep going with this I might explode." Peri chuckled in amusement. His dirty mind working into overdrive due to Max confusion. Using it as his defense. "Your ticking my boxes. Although wouldn't want to rip that hole." Then he felt the chains heat up. He winced in pain but played it off with a laugh. "Abit of pain just makes it more exciting!" Peri pulled the chain in a quick motion towards him in hopes to make him fall forward. He summoned more chains but waited as they stayed by him. "Mr Simon. If you get your arse over her and help chain me this idiot before you loose you bar in a fire? That would be fantastic."

"A-ah..." When things had begun to grow heated, Ale found himself pressing back against the rear counter, avoiding the crossfire as best he could. When it was suggested he work against his friend, he couldn't help but look at the collector in disbelief. "It's just wax," he said at first. Then, his eyes were drawn towards the sizzling trail of liquid that was strewn across the counter. In the heat of the moment, the spilled alcohol had spread quite far, and the chains and fiery temper were beginning to aggravate it. Then, the edges began to lick with light, and he found himself frozen. "F-fire...?" He didn't know why, but the thought had him suddenly struck with fear.

Max was oblivious to the alcohol catching fire, no all he was focused on was Peri and his blinding anger. When he was jerked forward by the chains, instead of making him stumble out of balance, he used it as a sort of encouragement. Without any kind of warning, he yanked the chains downward, small flames flickering from his hands as he pulled on them, the temperature in his hands increasing sharply. Hot wax dripped down the chains as he pulled Peri towards him while he was distracted, landing a flaming blow on his cheek. “How about I blind ya eye like I tried to do with that whore of yours.” Max said in a low voice, his eyes glowing a vivid magenta and wide with a crazed expression. His inner demon was in control now, and small chit chat wouldn’t break him from it easily.

"Max-- no!" Ale could only watch in horror as the fiery blow sent the rest of the liquid up in sudden flames. The old, aged counter easily caught on, the laquer sending an almost sweet smell into the air as it quickly spread along the length of the bar. That finally gave him the motivation he needed, but just enough to scramble away from the shelves of alcohol as the flames started to stretch towards them. "No, no, no, no," he yelled, trying to grab a towel, and apron, anything to beat the flames with. It wasn't doing much good.

"Which demon are you?" Peri flinched realising the sitution he put himself him. With a slight of panic he was hit and felt the burn go deep. He screeched in anger and pain as a mark was left. Peri despite knowing it would hurt him, clawed at Max's face. Making sure he took hot wax with him under his nails. He had to get this guy under control but he didn't think his powers would work in this state. Peri's eyes lit up anyway. If could slow him down that's all he needed to tie him up.

"Fuck!!" Max cried out in pain when Peri clawed at his face, long claw marks left on his face as he let go of Peri, his hands immediately going to cover the wounds. The fire on his hands went out as he touched his face, the wax on his face smoothing out slowly as he pressed on it.

Ale couldn't help ignoring the rest of the fight. No, his eyes were following the sudden wall of flames that had crept from the wood to the shelves and shelves of glass bottles and barrels beneath them. It had ahead begun to spread to the floor where the alcohol had spilled, forcing Ale to scramble away from his stock. "No-- dammit!" Turning on his heel he manged to break through the old counter gate, grabbing onto the nearest person. "Continue this outside because this is about to get real bad!"

"I don't want to continue it at all! He won't stop untill it calms down." Peri jumped feelin Ale grab him and took the moment to slam his head into Max. "You have tons of liquids here yet you can't put it out? Where is the water Mr Simons?! " He didn't turn to face Ale due to his powers being active. Suddenly he frown and brought out all the chains he could muster and launch them at Max. "Help me pull him out. I'm strong but not not enough to to deal with him melting me and carrying him."

"The water pump's all the way in the back! I don't think I could get anything out here in time," he said between clenched teeth. He didn't want to acknowledge there was some strange pull that was preventing him from attempting to put out the blaze. It made him want to run without looking back. However, it didn't stop him from grabbing ahold of some of the chains as they wrapped around his friend. "Fine! I've got no idea what the hell is goin' on, but fine! Just put 'im out! Hey, Max," he called out, starting to pull. "You better cool it before I gotta drag you home for once!"

Max still had his hands over his face when Peri tied him in his chains. He clenched his teeth angrily, his eyes still glowing magenta as he struggled to free himself. “Hell no!” he shouted back rebelliously. Seeing Ale helping Peri, or what he assumed was helping because one of Peri’s claws had scratched one of his eyes and he couldn’t see well. Either way it only made him even more furious. “I ain’t gonna ’cool it’ until that Fucker begs fer mercy!!”

"Max!" Ale could only watch as his friend grew even hotter, the wood at his feet beginning to smoke and char. He could feel the heat of the chains even through his gloves, but grit his teeth in an attempt to ignore it. The flames had quickly reached the inventory, and the sound of lids popping and glass cracking made him cringe. "Look, pal, I'm gonna tell you the same thing you tell me! It ain't worth it, man! What's she gonna think if she sees you," he called out, giving the brass chains another yank, trying to get him even just to take a step forward. "You've had enough, Max! Now cool it before the whole place comes down around you! You might bring it to flames, but I'm sure as hell not gonna lose someone in it!"

"You are strangely okay that your besties is burning down this place." Peri rolled his eyes and yank also. His body was aching though due to the heat coming from Max. Probably any hit could knock him down. "I guess I'm the idiot that's gonna have to pay for this too?!"

"You think I'm okay with this?!" Ale glanced over at him in obvious disbelief. "Hell, no, I'm terrified! But I'd rather lose a damn building over the only real friend I've ever had, and you bet I'm gonna make sure he's safe first! I don't care if he's burning it down!" He grit his teeth again and ignored the burning on his hands as he pulled again. "And you're talkin' about money at a time like this? Really?!"

"Yes I am, cause you brother loves this place. You still haven't learned anything have you Mr Simon. Family should come first." Peri grunted and pulled more. His voice broke. "It should... and here I'm playing the big brother role again. You just lucky I worked my ass off and my demon is hibernating."

"Yeah, and if he were here I'd be draggin' his ass out, too! I don't give a crap about this... demon stuff! I can't even do a damn thing til he's chilled or he's out on the street, so don't you dare tell me I'm not doin anything!" Ale growled, then hoisted the chains over his shoulder before trying to pull from the other direction. Slowly but surely, it looked like they may be making progress, leaving a dark black streak in the floor, some places smoldering or starting to flicker. "C'mon... When'd you start putting on so much weight," Ale yelled, giving another pull.

“When’d I what?!” Max shouted back, his eyes blazing brightly. So furious at what Ale said, he failed to notice the tug on the chains. He stumbled forward, the floor creaking then cracking under him. “Shit!!” He yelped as he fell forward, landing onto the unburnt floor with a loud thud. He squirmed angrily, his fists clenching and his arms flexing against the heated chains as he spun slightly as he climbed to his knees.

"Fuck! fuck! fuck!" Peri heels screeched as he was pulled to the hole from Max crashing down. "This is getting ridulous."Peri growled lowly as his jacket flared up and darkness seemed to flow from him. He released Max and started putting his chains back. "Run out. I will follow once he is up. He too pissed to not give chase."

"Tch-- fine. Hey, fatty!" On a normal day, Ale might have been snickering to himself as he stumbled backwards, waving his arms through the air. It was a strange thing for him to get mad at, but, hey, it'd worked so far. Ale tried not to stare at the rising flames. Instead, he turned and began running towards the door, ignoring the hot air that seemed to choke his lungs. He skidded to a stop as he slammed into the door, throwing it open before turning to see if the wax man was giving chase.

As Ale sprinted away from Max, he tried his hardest to struggle out of the chains to chase after his friend. That was until the chains unwrapped from around him and returned to Peri. He rubbed his arms in confusion, small impressions on his arms from the chains being warmed up. He grinned and glanced up at the both of them, his eyes regaining their crazed look. "You guys have false hopes if you think you can outrun a wildfire."

"Dammit," Ale grumbled under his breath, then a thought drifted across his mind. Forcing a smirk to his face, he called out to the demon. "Oh, yeah? Well, with a hot head like you, it's no surprise that feather bitch ditched you for a real demon, eh? Hey, if I'm single now, maybe I oughtta give her a try!" It may have been a little far, but today was not the day to go halfway. He just hoped his mouth didn't get him killed this time.

"Careful what you say or I will start chasing you too." Peri followed suit and grumbled. The pendulum winced as he felt each burn on him and it only felt like it was getting hotter and more painful.

“You wouldn’t dare...no!! I’ll fucking kill ya!!” Max shouted angrily, his eyes burning brightly. The heat coming off of him intensified, making the floor literally light up with fire the minute he started running after them. Unfortunately, before he could reach them, each step he took sent his feet through the floor. He literally was burning so hot with his anger that he burned through the floor as he ran after then.

Ale tried to ignore how the ceiling groaned over the flames. He tried to ignore how it was spreading further and further across the wooden frames and beams, and the many pops and shatters from the ruined alcohol. Each sound made the flames flash, only growing brighter as the wax man added to them. He tried so hard to ignore the business that had been in his family for generations as it began to burn. "Fine, then! Come get me," he called out, backing out of the door. "You wanna prove you're worth it? Then step outside like a real man, Max!"

"This is so stupid." Peri pushed Ale outside. "I know I said he would give chase but for god sakes you don't need to get his flame hotter. "

"Well, it worked, didn't it," Ale said, stumbling out onto the sidewalk. Turning, he looked back towards the burning building. "Is he still coming?"

Max bolted through the door, his hands in fists crossed over his face as he skidded to a stop looking around for Ale. His eyes had nearly been blinded by the fires bright light. Once he found him, he stormed over towards him. “I’m gonna end ya both!!”

"Take that as a yes." Peri summoned another umbrella for protection for Ale. "I wouldn't want a fist of that. It burned though my metal."

"And you think an umbrella is gonna be much more help?" Ale raised a brow in skepticism, but held onto it without opening it. It didn't mean he was about to confront the other about it, though. "Hey, come on, Max," he said, holding up his hands as he stumbled back a step. "Don't let that thing take 'ya. I know ya told me you can't burn down, so why let it happen now? Just cool down, buddy."

"Needle bit goes in the eye or neck." Peri chuckled and brought out one for himself.

"Right..." Ale grumbled as he looked at the sharpened tip, still uneasy at the thought of hurting his best friend. His only friend. "Come on, Max, don't make me do this."

Max’s nearly bright magenta eyes were unyielding as he stormed close to them. Yet, as he walked, his flames on his hands flickered frantically as the cool air blew against them. He slowed to a stop rather quickly as he realized this. Shit he was out of his fire, and willingly walked right into the airflow his flames needed. He grinned as he rubbed his hands together. That's fine, only way to keep himself from going out was to try and bring the fire out here. Right? Then he could get back to kicking that poor excuse for a demon and...and...wait, why was he going after Ale again?

"Uh... Max?" Ale watched the man warily. He wasn't exactly on fire anymore, so that part was good, right? However, a motion behind him caught his eye. There was a loud screeching and crackling that began to groan out from the burning building, making Ale's eyes widen. "No... No, no, don't do that, don't--" Then, with a loud crash, the entire upper half of the bar began to cave in, collapsing into the center of the building with a bright flash and sending a wave of hot air out into the street.

A sharp surprised yelp escaped Max as the hot air hit him. First the cool evening air dimmed his flames, now the hot air hit him, knocking the wind out of him. His flames went out, hot embers skating across the ground as he struggled to keep standing. He looked up at them both with a glare. “You assholes....” He growled.

"Look like he will be cooling off soon..." Peri examined himself. His outfit was in tatters from embers and flames. There were burns everywhere. He growled lowly at Max. "This whole thing was ridiculous. There goes my tiny bit of trust I had with Applin. THAT! That thing right there! Is an selfish prick."

Max smirked, a low deep voice escaping him as the glow in his eyes began to dim. “Pobrecito,” He sneered, embers sparking from his mouth. “Vete a llorar a tu puta” He laughed at himself lowly, taking a step forward towards them. His mouth was glowing in the dark around them as he once again spit towards Peri.

"What... what did he say," Ale stammered, unable to tear his eyes away from the now flaming ruins. "Max... Max, just stop," he said, finally pulling himself back to their situation. "There's no reason to keep going like this. Just... just stop! There's enough damage already!"

"For fuck sakes!" Peri gasped as the spit hit near his left eye. He grabbed at his face in agony as a scream out.

"I'm done." He glared at Max while holding his eye. It hurt like hell itself was burning it. "Belphegor doesn't want to hurt a son of Amon. No matter how stupid they are." "Applin's debt will be sorted while I heal." Peri started to walk away from the fire. "Tell him to come down is he is too impatient to go pass the red light district and find the only mansion there."

"Ah, right." Ale was only half listening as he kept his eyes glued to the slowing Max. "I'll tell... Appy..." Slowly, his face began to grow slack. His mug was bubbling faster and faster. "Applin... Oh, God, what am I gonna tell Applin. Or Swirl or pop. They're going to kill me!"

Max wasn’t focusing on what was being said. With every second, the demon in him fought for control, trying to keep from being snubbed out. Only, it didn’t take long for them to burn out. The moment Max’s eyes stopped glowing, his body almost immediately went slack. He fell to his knees then slumped over, his head hitting the ground hard, but not enough to break his cooled off wax. He laid there, unmoving, yet still breathing.

The sudden slapping sound made Ale yelp in surprise before he realized what had happened. At first, he was hesitant, slowly walking over and poking his friend with his foot. Then, when he'd judged that he was safe, he began dragging him over towards one of the other buildings, sitting him up against the wall. With a sigh, the barkeep watched his burning bar, then reached for his phone. "... Guess I've gotta clean up my own mess this time," he muttered, holding it up to his ear.

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