#upperfloor

[misskohane]

"Room upstairs"

pastels, pencil & charcoal on paper, no date

[donghuamuqing]

Jean and andrew need to put neil and jeremy in a room together and supervise them from a one-way window on the upperfloor like a science lab

[nyatasha6]

Having finished Deltarune Chapter 3, I have some opinions:

God was it boring. Tbh it is probably the worst chapter yet. The first two thirds were full of inconsequential, horrible in game RPG. It added noting to any character, didn't introduce one or establish one.

Once the Fun gang finally escaped Tenna and was placed in a hostile fleshed out world, my first thought was: finally I can play the actual game. That part was actually decent. Though taking up a good part of it was Roula Chaard. What is he doing there. Aside from that his story with the weather people was, once again pretty straight forward and boring. The inciding incident for those two to break up was so incredibly stupid.

The Tenna "plot twist" was incredibly obvious and Tenna himself is not really an interesting character. Worst Villan so fahr. He has no notable connection to any present lightener or established character. In contrast Ch1 had Lancer and Susies arc, which drove her character arc, and Ch2s Queen had many connections too all Lighteners, but most Notably Noells, having her character arc, giving her courage and self-esteem. [But also drove Berdly majorly and Susie a good bit]

The Dark world of Ch3 is probably the smallest by comparison to 1 and 2. Not only that but there was so little in it too. It however had the largest amount of Lightworld room to fill out. The Livingroom, Kitchen and upperfloor were all part of it. Yet it focused exclusively on the TV. Given it's Lightworld size it should've been the largest. And it's not like there was noting to fill this space with. The entire Kitchen with all it's appliances as well as the upper floor with it's cupboards was part of it. (Coockicutter as well as the cactus prove that.) The Kitchen is a room Toriel uses a lot.

On the topic of Toriel. Toriel was written completely out of the game in chapter 3. This chapter could've been about her, who she is beyond an somewhat neglectful mother. It could've gone into more detail about the breakup, how it transformed, changed and affected her and maybe how some Dakeners miss Asgore. Toriel could've been a temporary Ally character like Noell. In turn furthering our understanding of her relationship with Kris. She could've mentioned her, helping Susie before she drops the whole story out of the nothing on us. [Tough I have to say that backstory was some excellent story telling] Alternatively Toriel could've been the Ruler/Queen of this Dark World. After all it's her house.

The whole Tenna twist would even have worked in this version, him not wanting them to leave, since the existence of the Dark World he had been Toriels Buttler/Entertainer, having her full attention at all time. I feel like Chapter 3 should've gone into greater detail about Toriels and Asgores past and how that affects Kris and Toriel today, instead of Tenna mentioning it in his monologue once. I get very sad, imagining all the amazing sceneries and Story we could've had. And all of that would've still worked with Susie and Ralseis "what is the meaning of real" arc.

[aureliusantoninusmarcus]

the upperfloor room is humid when it’s raining.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Bonded Pair (Pt.3) - OCxGhost Backstory.

|| [<- Part Two] ||

pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x Simon "Ghost" Riley words: 1.5K~ cw: injury (Ghost was bleeding out :))

There's something to be said about the way It Went from there.

Having four months worth of other missions after a mere twenty-three days together didn't shake their connection.

He had paid leave at the end of those four months and spent them tracking her down.

It was surprisingly hard.

He had two weeks worth of leave and only found her on day 12 of 14.

But when he did…

He came out of nowhere. Didn't even warn her.

Whiskey just suddenly had a body next to hers, an arm and a knee nudging hers, having to share binoculars and MREs, two messy, scribbled penmanships on her notebook, a warm arm around her while she slept off for her shift.

Then he was gone again.

-

Two more months later, a new assignment. SAS again, assisting 'Task Force 141'. Just like early on in the year.

Ghost again.

Price was there too. Not that Whiskey cared.

She spent a good few hours in water in a diving suit with Price, Ghost providing overwatch from a sniper position in a high building.

Ghost helped her out of her diving suit when they reconvened after the first part of the mission was done. Price pretended he didn't see it.

The mission went on as expected, successful, when he's got two stellar operators under him. Especially ones that seemed so… connected. Price pretended he didn't notice the hand gestures and intense eye contact.

Then, they had to camp out for a couple of nights in a safe house while waiting for the next part of the mission to begin.

That's when Price really got to see it.

Ghost and Whiskey were like one of those bonded pairs of feral cats that you hear so many stories about online. The ones that can't be adopted separately or they'll grow restless.

If left to their own devices, Ghost and Whiskey would share meals, sleep snuggled together, and "groom each other" clean.

Price watched as they ate, prepped their gear… They were silent most of the time but made obscene amounts of eye contact, wide-eyed with pupils blown, almost like they were about to jump at each other to mate. But they never did.

And they squeezed themselves together into a twin bed even though there was a couch available. Lying on their sides, chest to chest, her back against the wall, Simon's back toward Price, teethering on the edge of the bed.

Price knew what was happening. Probably knew it before they did. He didn't mention it, choosing to do so only when the mission was over.

It was on day three, as it all went into a shit show thar Price realized how deep their connection ran. It all went to shit. An ambush where they didn't expect it.

Price heard Ghost's ragged breaths and groan of a tone as he announced he got injured… While on the upperfloors of the skyscraper. Floor 32 or so, ambushed at his sniper nest.

And next thing he knew, Whiskey was brute-forcing her way up to Ghost.

Tossing him up into a fireman carry and braving the 30-floors worth of stairs, her voice came through the comms for everyone to hear.

It was accidental, a PTT that wasn't disabled and accidentally broadcasted her shouting at Ghost as she helped him.

"Don't you fucking DARE die on me, or I'll bring you back so I can KILL you myself for leaving me. You hear me?!"

"That's what I fucking thought, you fucking asshole."

"You're bleeding so fucking much I can feel it on my scalp and going down my back. You're ruining my hair, don't you dare die before I can yell at you for that."

"Don't you dare fall asleep. Keep your eyes fucking open and talk to me."

"Don't you fucking DARE die on me, Simon Riley."

And he didn't. Ghost stayed alive long enough to get airlifted out for treatment, leaving Whiskey drenched in his blood, looking like she'd just bathed in it.

And she merely returned to the battlefield to finish the mission.

-

Ghost had medical leave after that. The day he was discharged from the hospital after surgery, Price paid him a visit in his room.

Ghost was packing his bag. Already wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, a taut bandage around his abdominal wound, a new scar.

"So what's up with you and Lieutenant Callahan?"

"Nothing."

"Didn't seem like nothing."

"She seems like a good sort, is all."

"You realize that woman is in love with you, right?"

Ghost spun so fast he almost got lightheaded, dead eyes glaring right at Price's.

"What did you say?"

"She cares a lot about you. She made it very clear in how she kept begging you not to die while she was carrying you to the helo."

"Bloody hell… I thought I hallucinated that." Ghost murmured as he turned again and zipped up his bag.

"You didn't." Price said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

Ghost didn't answer as he struggled to lift his gear bag over his shoulder, slinging it on.

"I extended her an invite to work with us. We needed an extra pair of hands while you're recovering."

Ghost looked at Price again. "She took it?"

"Mhm. She's staying with us." Price said and moved out of the way as Ghost approached the door to leave.

Ghost's eyes softened and then he nodded. "Okay."

"You know, wouldn't kill you to thank me." Price said as he watched Ghost leave the hospital room.

That same night, Ghost was knocking at her new barracks door.

She opened the door and looked up at him. She had just left the shower, wrapped only in a tank top and a pair of cargos.

Her hair was a bit damp and wild, the room smelled of her, of Vanilla. It was warm, the steam of the shower still somewhat present.

He looked at her, she looked at him. Eye contact, burning, as they stared. Words they didn't say. "You scared me to death." "I'm sorry." "I missed you." "I'm glad you're staying with us."

Then, she wordlessly moved out of the way, letting him inside as she approached the bed and sat down.

He closed the door and followed after her, already tugging off his balaclava on the way. She gave him space to lie down, him needing more of it after such a painful injury to the abdomen.

Then, she laid next to him, chest to chest, and they looked at each other again. Another silent conversation. "How are you feeling?" "Have been worse." "Does it hurt?" "Of course. But nothing I can't handle."

Then, he leaned down, and caught her mouth with his, his lips pressing onto hers, slow and gentle, tongue sliding in to meet hers.

Her hands grasped his jaw carefully, her thumbs grazing his poorly-shaven five o'clock shadow, his Glasgow smile, the bumps and imperfections from the acne on his cheeks.

His nose, meanwhile, softly rubbed against the scar on her cheek, his lips feeling the ribbed edge of it on her mouth, a texture he knew was there, a texture he craved, a texture he couldn't have enough of.

Slowly, he shifted his weight around, slotting himself between her thighs, lying atop her, one of her legs under his hip to support his weight, the other wrapped around the side of his hip, making sure his injury wasn't being pressed upon.

He held his weight up above her in one arm, leaning most of his weight on it, as well as her leg, almost sideways, in order to have a free one to slide all over her. The back of her neck, her shoulder blade, her side, her arm.

By the time they broke away, he looked at her, she looked at him. A glint of something in their eyes. They breathed slow, eye contact just as inordinately obscene as before.

Then, slowly, he shifted himself off her and turned away to sleep, leaving her staring at the back of his head, eyes softened and her heart beating like crazy in her chest.

"You know, if you keep staring at the back of my head, I'm gonna think you're planning to kill me." Simon ended up saying softly.

"You can't just go to sleep after that." Victoria ended replying.

"I sure can." He retorted, rolling his head a bit to look at him.

"You can't." She insisted as she stared at him. "We need to talk about that."

"Do we?" He asked her and cocked a brow up, staring right into her soul.

Another bout of eye contact, a longer one, carrying feelings neither of them quite knew how to express.

Then, she shook her head and curled herself against him, hugging him from behind. "Guess not." She murmured.

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[Kiss inspo ⬇��]

[wayfaringstrangxr]

♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

Nonsexual acts of intimacy | @inquisitivelydamned

They've had a couple glasses of wine and ramble about all sort of things on that night. Both angel and demon were sitting comfortably on the couch on the upperfloor of the bookshop and, despite not feeling cold or hot, the fire was lit and the sound of burning wood made the ambient even cozier.

At this point Aziraphale was reading Pride and Prejudice, because their talk about Jane Austin the other day made him want to read her books again. As the angel notices Crowley fell asleep on his lap, he smiles and slides one hand along his red hair, caressing the locks. He loves to see him like that, at peace.

[thewasteland2]

Melfi (Basilicata). Castle. Museum exhibition. Still images of the rich and extraordinary museum collection. Experts claim that the most important finding is the Sarcophagus of Rapolla (or Melfi), a monument from Asia Minor, dating back to the 2nd century AD. and found in the mid-nineteenth century. It is characterized by figures inserted in an architectural structure on the long sides and with the portrait of a woman lying on the lid. However, being located in another site, on the ground floor, I missed it ... Yet it seems to me much more interesting than seen on the upper floors. #collection #extraordinary #melfi #basilicata #court #μουσείο #sarcophagus #rapolla #asiaminor #portraitofawoman #lying #groundfloor #missed #interesting #upperfloor #crockery #travel #traveling #visiting #instatravel #travelling #tourism #instatraveling #mytravelgram #travelgram #travelingram #massimopistis #sovVERSIvi #ilmiolibro #estremisti Information for the purchase of my new book "Estremisti!": the book at a cost of 12.00 euros (120 pages), can be ordered in bookstores (ISBN 978-88-591-5719-9 - Publisher Aletti) or online on the page http://www.alettieditore.it/emersi/2019/pistis.html from the link below. https://www.instagram.com/p/B7g9nZQIwSD/?igshid=1gif9cs5zf497

[cathy257]

When you get upgraded to the upper floor and a newly refurbished superior room with a park view 👍 Nice end to many nights at Scandic the last six months 😊 #scandicpark #upperfloor #scandicfriends (på/i Scandic Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzLp_CtiRJ9/?igshid=14vseisv7pf6n

[lunaduran]

Getting ready to party. #upperfloor #sfarmory (at San Francisco Armory/KINK.com)

[comiiical]

As per usual habit, Kendall stared at Owen strip naked until all he could see was the jockstrap covering his waistband figure, hands rested against the back of his own head as he watched in enjoyment and getting harder just becauase of the view. Pumping heavily upwards, his cock wanted attention and his own heart reminded him of it when skipping a beat at the other's suggestion.

"Just for science... 360 spin? Please?" he asked, innocently with a light little smile before eyed towards the upperfloor where the tub was seated, thinking it and making a cloud apir to pour warm rain water ont o its container. "Scientific interest only. I promise."

Owen wasn't the biggest enthusiast when it came to physical fitness. His own broad, bulky figure kept in strict shape more for practical career reasons than any personal enjoyment in weightlifting. Frankly, he's just too easily distracted for spending long, repetitive hours amongst gym equipment. Owen not halfway through his set of squats before he was standing around, and just watching from across the room. Eyes glued to Kendall's prone figure as he watched how the other man's hardening cock climbed higher up his pants leg.

"As if I'd leave you to get naked and soaking wet without me there..." Owen grinned. His hands already reaching for the hem of his sleeveless shirt to tug the sweaty fabric off over his head and toss it aside. He quickly shimmied out of his shorts next, left standing in just his jockstrap. "You look like you're having a hard time over there... need a helping hand, babe?"

[amazingarchitecturewebsite]

Backhander House in #BuenosAires, Argentina by Estudio Matias Lopez Llovet @matias_lopez_llovet_arq. Read more: Link in bio! Photography: Casa Cunia @casacunia. Estudio Matias Lopez Llovet: It is a house based on a square 3x3 grid where the stairs and the circulation in the upperfloor are located in the center. On the ground floor, to avoid corridors, the rooms are connected to achieve as much space and light as possible. Taking advantage of the long views towards the golf course, we located the living room and dining room… #casa #argentina #архитектура www.amazingarchitecture.com ✔ A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎#معماری (at Buenos Aires, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co5tSHWr1Kl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yearningandpatheticaboutit]

CHAPTER 13: SOMEONE IS COMING

warnings: murder, arson.

wc: 5141

prev chapter

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"alright, hurry up! we don't have all night!"

seonghwa chuckles, watching changbin's short frame from above. he leans against the railing of the upperfloor of the warehouse, a cigarette between his lips as he observes the lower ranks moving merchandise. he's getting bored already, but changbin's loud and authoritative voice in that tiny body proves to be sufficient entertainment.

changbin sighs and shakes his head, somehow his eyes drift up toward seonghwa. he seems startled, as if not expecting the man's face. it brings him to seonghwa in just a minute.

"miss A said all the big dogs would be here. i didnt know that meant you too," changbin says.

seonghwa snorts, his lips curving slyly. "am i not the biggest dog?"

changbin raises his eyebrow. "you are, that's why you should be on the tightest leash."

killing other gang members are not allowed under any circumstance unless they turn out to be traitors. changbin is as loyal as they come, but that didn't make seonghwa's hand itch any less. its curved around his hunting knife, which happens to be resting in the pocket of his long black coat.

"why do you want me gone so bad, Binnie? am i bothering you by being here?" seonghwa asks, sighing dramatically.

changbin bites the inside of his cheek. he'd heard about seonghwa when he was a junior in the gang, a bitch and a nobody. when he moved up, the man was still like a tale told by pirates. folklore. always in the shadows. he only saw him once or twice, either gambling or killing people.

yunho was an avid gambler. you would always find him at a table, whether it be at a restaurant, in a club, a casino. he was there. yunho made a lot of bets he couldnt pay up, and he lost often. seonghwa was his final collector. he paid the ultimate price.

"i think everyone in the streets know you offed Dirty Ho," changbin leans in closer to whisper. it only makes seonghwa's grin widen, thinking that changbin could be scared of death.

"point is, i dont know if you should be here. not sure why miss A would let you come to some small fry work like this."

"do you really not know, Binnie?" seonghwa frowns mockingly. "are you really a big dog yourself?"

"i know this is bait for the black dragons. but come on! its too obvious, dangling yunho's killer infront of them? everyone knows this...if the black dragons know you're here they'd know..."

seonghwa lightly slaps changbin on his shoulder, making him pause in his rambling.

"dont underestimate miss A. she knows what she's doing. she anticipated yunho would run and knew how to intercept him. now she's luring the BGs out. has she ever been wrong?"

then, as if fate thought this was a movie or videogame, gunshots erupt from outside. seonghwa and changbin's heads turn together like alert birds, their hands instantly going to their weapons.

changbin moves to run, but seonghwa grabs him by the bicep, making the man turn with a glare. "what are you doing? cmon! they're here!"

seonghwa coolly shakes his head. "we have lots of boys out there. let them come to us."

changbin's clenches his jaw, hating that idea completely. but seonghwa's ranked far higher than him, so he hits brakes and hangs back, refusing to untighten his grip on his knife.

the chaos outside grows louder. eventually there's a loud boom outside. a bright orange glow flashes by the entrance of the warehouse. it dims after a few seconds, but its still there. a fire?

men start running inside the warehouse, some of them getting blasted in the back. guns. seonghwa finally pulls a pistol from his pocket and points it at the entrance, waiting for the enemy to walk in.

it never happens. instead the entire place starts smelling like gasoline.

changbin keeps tossing looks of stress to seonghwa, irritated that they arent doing anything. "we can't just stand here!" he says, exasperated.

seonghwa doesn't really care. he looks past changbin's buff shoulders, seeing another figure on the mezzanine. he smiles, because its another assassin.

he's got red hair, noticable ear piercings and glint in his eye that seonghwa has definetely heard of before. there's something in his hand. changbin stiffens when he realizes its a match.

"the butcher?" the man asks with a tilt of his head. he looks changbin up and down then snorts with disgust. "you don't look like much to be having that kinda name?"

"im the butcher," seonghwa speaks up, his smirk growing. "and you are?"

"thats Fangs," changbin says, a pathetic waver present in his voice. "kim hongjoong. he's been in prison for armed robbery and murder for years?"

hongjoong smiles. "well, i got out. and im looking for a few people."

"me?" seonghwa grins. changbin is terrified by how normal the conversation is going when a black dragon is right infront of them. hongjoong only chuckles, then launches his entire body at changbin.

changbin's knife hits the steel, with hongjoong kicking it through the railing. seonghwa jumps in, trying to pull hongjoong from changbin's body, but as he's lifted, hongjoong kicks changbin in the chest, sending him folding over the railing.

seonghwa is pushed against the other side of the railing as hongjoong struggles, attempting to stab him. seonghwa has just enough speed to evade, but hongjoong's knife catches his leg, forcing him to let go.

seonghwa hits the floor, blood spurting from the wound above his knee. he grounds his teeth as hongjoong smiles and stands above him menacingly.

"ive come out of retirement for you fucker. where's the other two?" he asks, flipping the knife between his fingers.

who? seonghwa looks at him in confusion through his pain, trying to move back. hongjoong ends up stomping on his other leg, forcing his heel into it. seonghwa screams in agony, glaring through his hair.

"what the fuck are you talking about?!" he yells.

hongjoong throws out a punch, knocking seonghwa to the side. "dont scream, fucker. thats rude. where's the other two bastards that got our buddy killed?"

when seonghwa doesnt answer, hongjoong sighs and moves back, lighting the match.

"what are you doing?" seonghwa coughs, eyes going wide.

"tell Miss A this is a gift from us to her."

hongjoong drops the match down the mezzanine, setting the bottom floor of the warehouse alight. flames burst to life, spreading to nearly all corners. screams erupt from the bottom, ending the already dying men.

"fuck you!" seonghwa screams, finally pulling his pistol and pointing it at hongjoong. it barely spends a second in his hand before hongjoong boots him off the edge of the mezzanine, sending him thrashing into the flames below.

***

Yaera

i decided to go looking all over the house for san. after five minutes of being bored and horny, i didnt want to be just sit and wait for him to be finished.

where there's potential for more blackmail, i go exactly there.

not that i dont trust san, but if any of this goes wrong for me, i need to remember what im doing this for. if i ever need more money, yeosang is right there. im not going to pass up that golden opportunity.

i stiffen when i get downstairs, running right into jongho. he runs me into the wall, pausing when he sees me. he's beaten up still, he looks horrible. and his eyes are burning with hatred when they finally take me in.

we stand there for what feels like forever, but its only ten unbearable seconds. he moves past me with a purpose, no words exchanging between us.

and where the fuck is he going so determinedly?

jongho only really hangs in one place at a party, with yeosang. where yeosang is, usually there's more expensive booze, a bunch of girls and probably drugs.

and the situation on this night, is i need to be exactly where yeosang is.

i follow jongho, the blasting music masking the sound of my persistent steps going after him. he's marching, he doesnt even once look behind him. i guess he's pissed.

i dont know the layout of this place, but jongho cuts through an empty room and stops infront of the door. i slide behind a wall quickly, knowing he most likely turned around to check for anyone. the music is muted in this part of the house, so i only come out from behind the wall once i hear the opening and shutting of the door.

i go the same route, finding a dim hallway and no jongho. it reminds me of the sketchy place i followed san after school the first day i met him. weird time to get deja vu but i came prepared. i creep down the hallway and cautiously peer around the wall at the end, seeing san and wooyoung standing infront of yeosang.

yeosang's sitting on a couch in what looks like a garage. and he has a shit-smug grin on his face. san's fist is clenched and wooyoung looks tense. oh yeah, this definetely isnt going well.

“money?” yeosang lets out a laugh. “youre not getting any money.”

"what?" san snaps.

“you disrespected me, and these rosies are to make up for the shitty service. its a gift so that i stay a part of your shitty clientele. i dont owe you shit, lazarus. all this is mine.”

what the fuck is going on. i dont hear the next few words that get exchanged. i pull my taser from my jacket pocket, readying myself for any and all bullshit. i know its about to hit the fan.

jongho grabs a lamp from the corner of the room, hitting it right over san's head. the glass shatters against it and he drops to the floor, out cold. wooyoung screams and tries to attack jongho, but he's struck in the face with the base of the lamp, the attack too quick to dodge.

wooyoung falls to his knee and jongho finishes him with a punch to the face. he flops down next to san and i grind my teeth. jongho continues to beat them both, alternating kicks in the stomach between them.

"fucking! assholes!" he kicks with every word. "fucking! lowlives!"

"alright relax, buddy, they're out." yeosang chuckles. the girls on his couch arent reacting. they should be running for the hills right now. how much is this bastard paying them?

"nah. ive been wanting to do that for a long time," jongho grunts. "its personal."

"i get it. have you seen marino around?"

"ran into her. as soon as i find that bitch again she's done."

"you have my permission to escort her out of the party." yeosang raises a glass to jongho. he drops the lamp and takes it, swallowing it all in one gulp.

these assholes.

i come out from behind the wall, holding the taser behind my back. "you got anything to tell me, jongho?" i say, feigning curiousity.

they both jump in their skin when they see me. "fucking hell," yeosang breathes. "were you here the whole time? you're creepy, marino!"

"i only show when im summoned," i force a smile. "well? care to explain what happened to my friends?"

"they got what they deserved," yeosang answers cockily. "honestly, you're not so innocent. so you might too."

i hum and turn my eyes on jongho, who's borderline hyperventilating. he's pissed angry when he sees me, his face reddening and his shoulders just barely steady. its scary, but its nothing i havent seen before. jongho isnt the most stable person out there, ironic i know, coming from me. i guess thats why we gravitated towards each other back then.

"you bitch!" he yells and marches towards me. he grabs me by the neck and forces me against the wall, pushing me up. my head knocks against the surface and i yelp, steadying my breath. fuck okay, we're doing this.

his body presses me into the surface, and i barely have space to breathe with his angry breaths fanning me in the face.

"i hate you so fucking much," he hisses venomously. "everyday i wish it was you that was gone. i regret it. i regret everything we did. i wish i never met you!"

"likewise," i squeeze out, and he harshly grabs my face with his hand.

"dont bullshit me. i know you loved me," he scornfully laughs and i feel myself getting triggered. "you loved me and i only loved her. thats why you took all my pictures of her. you want me to forget her but i wont. i'll only remember her. i'll only cherish her. but you? i'd toss you away any fucking day, yaera. any fucking day."

yeosang gasps dramatically. "woah, marino. are you gonna let that slide?"

a single tear escapes me. not because im hurt. i just cant believe i ever loved someone like this. im beyond embarrassed. pissed at myself even. i beat myself up about it enough. now this? fuck no.

"oh yeah jongho?" i smirk dryly. he clenches his jaw harder. he wanted a different reaction out of me.

"yeah, yaera. you mean nothing to me."

"feelings mutual," i grit out and put the taser into his stomach.

jongho instantly lets me go, turning red as his entire body starts thrashing with electricity. he drops to the ground and screams, his reaction prompting yeosang to jump up from the couch. and the girls on him finally burst out running.

"what the fuck?!" yeosang screams. he moves to come towards me and i hold out the taser, making him jump back. he narrows his eyes at me, lifting his arms in surrender.

"you want some too?" i challenge.

"you have NO idea what you're getting into, yaera!" yeosang snaps, taking me aback. i smile, i cant believe i made kang yeosang lose his cool. that's the first time i ever heard him raise his voice, well at me anyway.

i use my foot to shake wooyoung awake. he stirs and looks up, disorientated. a trail of blood leaks down his lips from his nose.

he winces and feels his nose, letting out a hard groan. yeosang is frozen in fear as he stares at wooyoung. he tries to run but wooyoung springs at him, tackling him into the ground.

"bitch!" wooyoung screams as he grabs yeosang's hair, using it to slam his head into the floor multiple times. after a while they stop struggling and yeosang is dazedly looking up at the ceiling.

i move and try and wake san up, who is just gone from that head hit. i touch his hair, looking in horror at my fingertips as blood sits on them.

"i think the lamp cut his head," i say to wooyoung.

wooyoung curses and gets up, not before spitting on yeosang. he bends down next to me, shaking his head at his knocked out friend.

"lets carry him out to the van. i dont wanna be here another second."

i sneak a look at yeosang. "what about him?"

wooyoung scoffs. "fuck him. we'll get him back for this. he wont get shit from us after this."

maybe then he'll take up sobrierity. i take san's one arm and wooyoung takes the other and we carry him out of the garage, leaving those two assholes passed out where they are.

carrying san out of the party goes unnoticed. he looks like just another drunk guy who partied too hard. but im worried because of the blood in his head. im sure there's still left over painkillers and bandages from when i took care of his first wound. i lay san down in the backseat and slide next to wooyoung in the front.

its awkward as we start driving. wooyoung isnt even playing music. hes just gripping the steering wheel with his jaw clenched.

"you need me to check that nose of yours?" i ask him to break the tension.

"didnt realize you were a registered nurse," he snarkily answers. geez. "its not broken. you can lay off."

this guy is such an asshole. i dont ask him anything further, choosing to focus on the road.

"how did you know where we were?" he suddenly brings up, tossing me a distrustful look.

"what?"

"at the party. how did you know where to find us?"

"i followed jongho," i shrugged. "he looked like he was going somewhere serious. and i had a gut feeling. then i found you both."

wooyoung nods and sighs. he looks like he wants to thank me but doesnt know how. i just take the fact that he's asking as a thanks.

we pull up to san's place and wooyoung gets a phone call. he looks at the ID and scowls, cursing again before answering.

"yeah?" he says. it takes five seconds to pass, then his entire face changes.

"what happened?" he stammers.

i should move but i dont. i sit there and watch wooyoung's expression change from angry to filled with fear in no time. i dont even think of how much time has passed when he puts the phone down.

"i need to go," he tells me, not meeting my eyes. "i'll put san to bed and dip. you need to stay here with him."

"i was going to anyway," i say. "wait, what happened?"

he's spooked. his tan complexion looks like a squid swam underneath his skin and inked it full of grey. he gets out of the van without answering me and goes around the back to pick up san. i get out to help him too.

we carry san into the elevator of his apartment building, the silence deafening. wooyoung's reflection in the mirror is haunted, and hes standing with his mouth half parted the entire time.

god, as if more bad news was needed. if this is how he's reacting i dont even want to know how bad it will affect san. i know its not personal.

when we get inside san's apartment, wooyoung and i put him down on the nearest bed, the one i always sleep on. he's completely lame, yet his face looks like an angel. i close him with blankets and wooyoung gives me a dead serious stare.

"do not open this door for anyone," he presses like im a child. "if you need help, san has knives in his sock drawer."

he slams the door and leaves, not even giving me a chance to answer. okay, that's fucking unsettling.

for the first time tonight, i look at my phone. there are missed calls from my family and i know im in trouble. i cant be bothered though. i send a text to my father letting him know im sleeping at a friends house, adding a selfie so he knows i am in fact alive.

i dont wait for a response and sit myself down at san's desk, looking at his fishtank. watching the mollies swim in circles eventually put me to sleep.

***

san

when i wake up, my brain feels like it fell down a flight of stairs.

the entire back of my head is throbbing and i cant even tell where i am. my vision blurrily focuses on the blue in my room, until it focuses on my fishtank. i try to get up, wanting to feed them, but as soon as i get to my feet i stumble into the wall. my arm is grabbed and my soul jumps inside me when i see yaera.

my mind is blank. "morning sunshine," she says with a soft smile. oh god.

i stare at her and shes wearing an old shirt of mine over the skirt she had on last night.

"did we sleep together?" i ask. i look down and my clothes are still on but i cant remember when i got home. all i remember is...

her lips on mine in a dark room and my walls and feelings of caring slipping rapidly.

"if i said yes would you be mad?" yaera grins. my face falls instantly and i hold my head, feeling more lightheaded. i fucking slept with yaera and i cant even remember. what a waste of space my life is.

"i cant believe this," i groan and pull at my hair, falling back onto my bed. this was NOT supposed to happen. why was i so weak?

yaera sighs and sits down next to me. "no we did not sleep together, pagliaccio. i'll pretend to not be offended by your reaction."

oh. i awkwardly look at her and she's glaring at me. i want to fall down a hole. so did the rest of the night happen...? was it real?

i want to ask everything on my tongue but all i can get out is, "what did you call me?"

"i called you a clown," she clicks her tongue in annoyance. "how are you feeling? does your head hurt?"

i nod, wincing. i must have had too much to drink. and i blame her, because i was trying hard to not care about kissing her. i couldnt do it without the liquid courage, i was too afraid. because i have never met anyone like her in my life.

"san?" she frowns at me. "do you remember what yeosang did to you?"

"yeosang..?" as i utter his name everything comes flooding back. that bastard.

i grind my teeth against each other and seethe. he robbed me. kang yeosang seems to think hes immortal. he seems to think nothing can ever go wrong for him. him and jongho both.

i laugh bitterly. "well, what a shitfest that party was, huh?"

"it wasnt all bad," yaera eyes me. i feel my face redden. i have to handle this soon. "but lets talk about what you're going to do about it. you gonna let him get away with it?"

i cant even think straight at the moment. "where's woo?" i ask her. surely he didnt just let things be. i know his impulsive ass probably left both yeosang and jongho with some missing teeth.

yaera frowns. "i dont know actually. he took off last night and seemed off. i think something happened. he got a phone call, put you to bed and then quickly took off. you should check on him."

phone call? it had to be from changbin then. we were due to hear from him anyway. i pull my phone from out of my pocket and there arent any missed calls for me. thats weird.

"do you think you're in trouble?"

her dark brown eyes are innocent like a deer's in asking me that. truth is, i dont even know. i dont know how to feel entirely. all i know is my head is spinning and i cant believe a thousand things.

"i dont think anything." i say honestly.

yaera lightly rubs my shoulder, a soft look in her eyes making my chest burn. this is bad. she becomes conscious of our contact, suddenly looking at her own hand and awkwardly pulling away.

"so...you're still going to be my date for tonight, right?" her voice is hopeful. i want to say no.

i want to say no because im scared. i dont want this. i dont want this kind of attachment.

"well, i did say i would be. plus its for business," i shrug. yaera lightly raises her brows, not pleased with that answer. of course she isnt.

"business, of course." she tightly smiles. "è tutto un affare per te?"

i scowl. "are you cursing me out again?"

she gets up and goes to the kitchen, pulling out a cigarette as she opens my fridge. i swear its like she moved in here. "at least that lamp didnt completely knock the common sense out of you. get ready and go shower, i promised my parents i'd be home soon and they have to meet you."

"what?" i stutter. "sorry??"

she turns around and gives me a deadpan look. "where fucking else are you going to get a suit for the gala? you have to come to my house remember?"

i shouldnt have said yes to this thing. i feel out of place and the energy between us is weird. i know im making it weird but i dont know how to act. we kissed. and were going to do much more than that. its not a good thing. theres no way this ends well.

i say nothing and go shower, my head hurting for more reasons than the lamp now.

***

yaera

all i can say is, i hate men. i hate them with a burning passion.

i hate my uber driver. and i especially hate the man next to me in this fucking uber.

san isnt saying a word to me. hes staring out the window as we drive to my house, completely avoiding conversation. coward. he couldnt keep his lips off me the night before and now he cant even look me in the eye.

a familiar feeling floods back. its an empty feeling. i dont know what it is, but i'd remember being filled with it back when jongho and i were the present.

he'd kiss me. and touch me. and he'd spill all his desires in my ear whenever we were alone. it was nice while it lasted, those few times he was mine. then we'd get around my sister. or her friends. and we'd get to school, and suddenly i didnt exist to him.

i was pathetic. i tried hard to get his attention. i'd move closer to him when he talked. even though we'd just insult each other. i'd try to make conversation when we were in a group setting. he'd respond and not look me in the eye.

then later on when we're alone again, he'd tell me how pretty i looked all day. he'd tell me how he couldnt wait till the day ended to see me. no matter how much he cussed at me, embarrassed me and humiliated me infront of others, he'd still want me to come back.

and i went back. so many times. and it was so fucking humiliating.

i swore to myself when it all ended. when i knew for certain he wouldnt ever care about me the way i cared about him, that i would never do this to myself again.

and yet here i am, the deja vu waving infront of me like a fucking flag in the wind. but somehow worse, because san wont even acknowledge what happened.

"thanks," i tip the uber driver and get out of the car infront of my house. i got my books and everything so my parents have proof i was out studying.

im in a shit mood so i dont say anything on the way to the front door. san is following behind me like a lost puppy and its pissing me off. i dont even want him as a date anymore, i just want to see him in a damn suit.

"what do i call your parents?" he asks me as i knock on the door.

"Mr and Mrs Cunt," i sarcastically answer, not looking at him. san sighs in response.

one of the maids open the door and i mumble a greeting before bulldozing through. i find my mother and father sitting at the kitchen island, both furious in the eyes as they see me.

i go kiss them on the cheeks. "mamma, papà."

my mother shoots me a dirty look. "and where the hell have you been? you smell like cigarettes!"

"i was hanging out with some friends and i slept over," i act casual, looking to my father. "i told you, didn't i, papá?"

"you sent me a message last night after being gone ALL day," he slams his cup onto the island, glaring at me. "what did i tell you, yaera?"

"is this that boy who had bruises all over his face the last time?" my mother asks, looking directly at san with narrowed eyes.

san is confused. he doesnt seem to recall when and where my mother has seen him. but i know. from the very next day we decided our partnership, my mother laid eyes on him.

she said he looks like trouble. man if she knew.

"mamma, papá, this is choi san. he's the guy who tutors me. he's also my friend from class and my date for tonight's gala," i introduced, getting growing stares from my parents.

"date?" they both repeat, scowling.

"san, this is my mother, monica marino and my father, ruan marino."

"hello, its nice to meet you all," san says and bows. god this is so awkward.

"so you are tutoring yaera in what?" my mother questions harshly. san gulps and his face screams unprepared. im annoyed at her crudeness but i knew it was inevitable.

"biology, Mrs Marino."

"have the two of you slept together yet?"

"mamma!" i interject, sighing. she wears a twisted grin. san is just standing there like he wants to fade into the wall.

"im sorry. im not sure what you mean, Mrs Marino?"

"has my daughter thrown herself at you?" she repeats more harshly. "are you the reason she keeps sneaking out?"

shes always fucking doing this.

"Moni, we called the school, remember?" my useless father finally decides to speak up instead of just being a bystander. "the headmaster said he is a good kid. one of the best."

"hmmm, they're all good kids in the faces of adults. its when they are out of your sight when you truly see who they are. look at yaera, she acts innocent here and then disappears and comes back smelling like every substance under the sun," my mother scoffs.

"but anyway, welcome to our home, choi san. go with Mr Marino. he'll find you a suit to wear for tonight. are you familiar with Brioni?"

"polony?" san asks. oh god. its going to be a long night.

my mother smirks. "of course you arent. go and help him, mi amor."

my father sighs and abandons his food, beckoning san with a wave of his hand. the two of them disappear into the house and i cant help but stare at my mother tiredly.

"was that necessary?" i ask. "why did you embarrass me? ive been doing everything you ask of me. im here, im going to your events. i did the shoot."

"its not about what i want, yaera," my mother tightly says, irritated. "only when santo is happy with you is when i will be happy with you. now go shower, you smell like an old smoker."

i grit my teeth. if thats what it takes for her to be happy with me, then i guess none of us will be fucking happy.

***

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[children-ofthe-wind]

So like has gotten a lot better in terms of my panic attacks subsiding. They aren't as bad, but I do still feel anxious and worrisome very often. Needless to say, life is somewhere in the middle of amazing and fucking sucks. I mean don't get me wrong I'm still mesmerized by the fact that I finally made it to Japan and I still want to see so much of the country, however...

Things just aren't going the way I expected them to, or wanted them to.

Being without a car hella sucks. I still have to walk 20 minutes to the grocery store and carry everything back. I still have to walk around the same distance to get to the bus station to even leave this town. It's a beautiful town, I live in the mountains and it's very rural here. I do find the scenery a plus, but the difficult access to things makes it kind of a bad situation for me. I love this place but at the same time it's hard to live here. The apartment kind of sucks too. I mean it's very spacious and all, but it seems to be a pattern for me, in terms of things being good but there are also drawbacks.

I live in a two story apartment which is nice for space, but I have to clean it all and it's a lot for just one person to take care of. The AC situation in Japan sucks too. It's just a small unit that's on the upperfloor and it only cools or heats up the upper floor, so when I get up in the mornings now, it's very cold. To cut down on the cost of electricity, I don't even turn on the AC. I rely on my electric blanket and small heater that I only turn on in the morning. The shower sitatuon sucks too. The drain keeps getting messed up because my laundry machine that's next to it has to be drained through a flimsy pipe that's in the restroom. It's kind of hard to explain but that flimsy pipe removes the water for when the washing machine goes through the cycles, so the pipe has to be placed in the bathroom so that the water drains out the pipe and into the drain. The shower is getting very cold now that it's fall. I have to take a heater and put it outside my shower so that when I step out, I won't be freezing. Oh, forgot to mention, my bathroom isn't a typical one? So I have to leave my clothes outside the door and get dressed outside the bathroom in my hallway lol so that's why I fucking freeze whenever I step out the shower, especially since the AC unit doesn't heat up the downstairs where my shower is located.

I also feel extremely stressed out thanks to work and everything else I need to do at home like cleaning, doing laundry which seems to be a task all on it's own here. I kind of feel like I'm being overloaded at work, especially because I like doing things well and I know I have my perfectionist issues with work in trying to make all the content good for the students. But it's taking a toll on me, and even my weekends are busy. They weren't kidding about Japan work culture, it's really bad to be honest.

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