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It Should Have Been Me

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans - Fanfiction

Fic Summary: Methas cuts off a troublesome family member and business partner. They want nothing but revenge. They make it a point to go after JJ to make it hurt the most for Methas.

Notes: There will be smut in this fic. I have not written smut in YEARS, y'all. Please be patient as I get back into doing so.

Category: M/M

Characters: JJ, Methas, Oab, Plawan

Maturity Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Methas/JJ, Oab/Plawan

Tags (AO3 style): Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Angst, Sick Character, Mostly Canon-compliant, Whump, no beta, Revenge, Smut, Eventual Smut, etc.

Words: 7,645

Chapters: 3/3

Below the cut is a link to all the chapters for the fic as well as a link to my AO3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1: Teasing and Tingly Feet

Chapter 2: It Should Have Been Me

Chapter 3: People Over Money and Methas Over JJ

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It Should Have Been Me

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans - Fanfiction

Whumpees: JJ played by Garfield Kankham and Methas played by Benz Thaninpanuvivat

Synopsis: The ride to the hospital was a blur for the couple with JJ flowing in and out of consciousness, and Methas's growing stress every time his husband closed his eyes.

The EMT patiently and repeatedly reassured Methas that JJ's vitals looked good and there was no concern on her end, as of yet.

Notes: I hate to update so late, but The Truth Untold (Pit Babe s2 fic) took a lot of my attention, but I'm here, now!!! Pls enjoy!

Maturity Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,179

Chapters: 3/3 - It Should Have Been Me

AO3 Link: emrys_lmalw

The ride to the hospital was a blur for the couple with JJ flowing in and out of consciousness, and Methas's growing stress every time his husband closed his eyes.

The EMT patiently and repeatedly reassured Methas that JJ's vitals looked good and there was no concern on her end, as of yet.

JJ started to wake up and stay awake a bit more after they arrived at the hospital. They rolled him through the halls of the ED as he writhed, whimpering with the pain that ravaged his insides.

"Methas-" He continuously mumbled his husband's name, desperate to hold his hand for some emotional relief. He was aware enough to know it wouldn't be allowed until he could be fully examined, but he couldn't care less. His hand practically burned with the desire for Methas's touch. "I'm scared."

He could hear Methas and Wan's worried cries and hated the miserable situation. He just wanted to go home and continue their movie night, just as they'd planned.

The EMTs and nurses immediately rolled JJ into a side area, and the curtains were shut around the friend group before a nurse popped her head out from behind the curtain, requesting that Oab and Wan stay in the seating area off to the side.

His initial exam began as he slowly started to fall back asleep, tears falling from his eyes, still desperate to hold Methas's hand.

“Baby, you need to stay awake for me.” Methas couldn’t bear to see JJ in that state, so unresponsive. JJ was never the quiet type, so not being able to hear his voice outside of pained whimpers and begging for relief from his pain was hell.

“It’s okay. His vitals look good, so he’s probably just exhausted from the pain. I see in the paperwork you signed that you’re his husband?”

Methas nodded, bringing his hand up to show the nurse his ring, words rapidly spilling from his mouth. “It’s been legal for a few months now. I can show you-” He reached for his phone to pull up photos of their paperwork before the nurse interrupted.

“No need to worry, sir. I have a husband, too. It’s okay. Tell me what happened before you came here. Once the doctor arrives, he’ll ask for a more extensive list of events, but I just need what happened before you called 191.”

All Methas could do was stutter through the memories that came to mind, “Our–our friends that came with us were, uh, they were, uh, prepping dinner. JJ was perfectly fine! Then he death-gripped my arm and he, he started saying–he–he said he was in a lot of pain. I tried to get him to lie down, but he screamed when I did. He–he said his–his stomach, uh, it hurt. That’s all-all he said. I- I think that’s all he probably could say.”

The nurse brought a hand to Methas’s shoulder, silently making reassuring eye contact.

He didn’t realize how much his breathing had picked up until the nurse had done so. His fear had him stuttering like an idiot, but it was hard not to be scared and stupid when your husband is sitting a couple of feet from you, suffering to such an extent, and you can't do anything to help him.

“His initial exam told us a lot, so now we’re going to administer some painkillers and run some tests. The doctor will be by soon to get an idea of what’s been going on and maybe pinpoint what led to this and plan out potential treatment.”

Methas wholeheartedly thanked the nurse with muddled words.

“Alright, I just administered morphine. It will take a moment to kick in, so just stay by his side and wait. We will be at the bed right next to his, so if anything happens, let us know.”

Methas thanked the nurses, once again, sitting in the curve of the bed next to JJ’s hip. He ran a gentle hand through JJ’s hair, watching as he panted with the pain. The sweat beads falling from his forehead broke Methas in two.

“Mmh-”

That was JJ's "I'm about to throw up" groan…

Methas had heard it plenty of times before through sickness and long nights of drinking with Oab and Plawan. He stood from the bed, bending at the waist to meet his husband’s gaze, holding his hands as he looked around for a trash can or a bag or something. He tilted his head slightly, notably taking too much time to find what they needed, until the gagging started. Panic flowed through him. “Shit, okay. Hold on, baby. Hold on.” He frantically looked around, eyes landing on one of the nurses who had previously helped them. “Nurse! He needs something to throw up in. Now!”

The nurse responded exactly how he’d wanted her to, immediately grabbing the nearest trash can, rushing it over right as JJ started emptying the contents of his stomach, his whole body shaking as he did.

Methas kneeled, allowing JJ the time he needed, encouraging him through kind and soft words, repeatedly running a gentle hand over the back of JJ's head. The nurse informed him that the doctor would rush his visit and that she would return with anti-nausea medications.

She disappeared while he turned to face his husband. He gently wiped JJ’s mouth with the towel she’d provided earlier, happy to see he seemed to be done. “Here, lie back down.” Methas set the trash can onto the floor partially under the bed and the towel at the foot of the bed. “There you go. I don’t know when the meds will kick in, but it’ll be soon, baby, I promise.”

It didn’t matter much, JJ had already fallen asleep, his cheek lying in Methas's gentle, loving palm.

Within the next few hours, JJ was in a VIP room on Methas's black card, sleeping under the medications and exhaustion that had pulled at his mind and body.

He slowly awoke, fighting to stay awake as he'd tried many times before that day.

“Hey, how you feeling?”

“Wan?” JJ slowly looked around his hospital room, eyes heavily lidded. His eyes landed on Oab, as well, but… not Methas. “Where is he?”

Oab stepped forward from the couch he was sitting on to stand next to JJ’s bed. “Why don’t I call the nurse and let her know you’re awake?”

The beeping from the EKG became more rapid with JJ’s growing anxiety. After everything he'd just gone through, after fighting so hard to stay awake this time, all he wanted was to see and be held by his husband.

He watched as his two friends eyed the screen, exchanging glances with each other and turning back to face him. Even in his groggy state, he knew that wasn't a good sign. “Where is Methas?”

“JJ-”

“Wan, I swear if he went to the office at a time like this, I’ll kill him. No, I’ll divorce, then kill him. Tell him to get his ass back here right fucking now.”

“Kid, I need you to listen to me and know that we’re working on fixing it, okay? Can you listen first?” Oab brought a gentle hand to JJ’s forearm, squeezing it just a bit.

JJ furrowed his brows, tilting his head slightly. Fix what?

With a long, drawn-out breath, Oab began to speak. “You were poisoned. That’s why you got so sick. The nurses said it was moderate arsenic poisoning over what was most likely a delayed period. Methas is with the police right now and asked us to look after you, but I’m sure he’ll be back in a few hours, and you know he’ll head here first thing.”

“They could have spoken to him here in my room. They didn’t need him to go all the way to the station to ask him a couple of questions, did they?” JJ slowly sat up in his bed, bringing his sheets closer up his chest.

Once again, the two chefs seemed to exchange a look… but that time it was different. They knew something he didn't.

“What? What aren’t you telling me?”

With the overstimulating, increasing beeping of the EKG paired with his exhaustion, hunger, the looks between Wan and Oab, and the lack of an answer, JJ’s mental state cracked. 

“Answer me. One or both of you, I don’t care. Just answer me. Tell me where my husband is!”

Plawan avoided eye contact as he sat at the foot of JJ’s bed. “He’s a suspect in the case. Not a witness. They said the most likely person to harm someone is their spouse, took him and left. But he obviously didn’t do it, so he should be out soon, right ‘P?” Wan quickly looked to Oab, who had only silently nodded.

Without a word, JJ began shaking his head, slowly increasing in speed. “No, no, no, no, no, no–” Fully alert with the surge of adrenaline going through him, he started pushing the sheet off of his torso and down his legs, frantically pawing at his IV before Oab grabbed his arm.

“JJ, you can’t–”

“Get off of me!” JJ unsuccessfully attempted to push Oab as tears formed in his eyes. “He didn’t poison me! He would never do that to me! I have to tell the police he didn't do it!"

Strangled sobs filled the room as his breathing picked up. His vision went blurry with the increase in tears.

“JJ, we know he didn't do it, but you need to lie back in bed.” Oab gently pushed JJ back down as the nurses rushed into the room, responding to alarms going off on his bed and the EKG.

“Patient, you need to calm down. Your body can’t handle too much stress right now.” The nurse stepped up, arms out towards a thoroughly panicked JJ.

“Do not touch me! I won’t accept any treatment until my husband gets here.” If it meant further injuring himself and staying in the hospital longer, so be it. He had to stand his ground.

After everything Methas had done to ensure JJ's health and happiness, there was no way he'd suspect him of trying to harm him in any way. Methas never let him open doors by himself, panicked at every sniffle and sigh that JJ made, and cared for him when his grandparents passed. They were accusing a man like that, who only ever prioritized his partner's utter well-being, of trying to kill him?

“JJ, please, I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Plawan begged.

“No! Until Methas is standing next to this bed, I will not accept further treatment.”

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“Yeah, I’m almost at the VIP floor now. I just can’t believe Beer would go to such lows as to poison JJ because I won’t do business with him. It should have been me, Oab. They should have gone after me, not an innocent person.” Methas ran an exhausted hand through his hair. He knew it wasn't truly his fault, but he was plagued with the thought that he could have prevented JJ's suffering in some way, that he wouldn't have had to suffer to the point of being hospitalized for days.

“But you’re at the hospital, right?”  Oab’s tone was a bit concerning.

“Yeah, like I said, I’m almost to his floor. I hate that they kept me overnight like that, but there’s not much I could’ve done. I really appreciate you guys looking after him for me. I’m sure he’s stressed.”

“Please hurry. Methas? Please?”

Methas’s heart dropped to the basement level of the hospital, having heard Oab’s tone. Never once had he heard him speak like that. Was he getting worse? Did he—

"Why? What's wrong?" Methas tore through the elevator doors, sprinting down the halls as fast as he could towards JJ’s room, nearly taking out other VIPs' family members in the process. It was the one time in his life when he was unhappy with the VIP floor. The rooms were too big. It took too long to run to his lover on the other side of the ward.

Upon arrival, he nearly snapped the door in half, entering the room at speeds that would rival light itself.

Plawan quickly jumped up from his seat next to JJ’s bed, shushing Methas as quietly as he could manage. He kept his voice to a whisper, “He just fell asleep. He exhausted himself earlier.”

Methas’s eyes moved from Plawan’s concerned face down to his beloved husband, tearing up at the sight of the restraints on his wrists. “What- why did they restrain him?” His anxiety quickly shifted into anger, and it was laced into every word he'd spoken.

“Before you get mad, just listen. He kept asking where you were and wouldn’t hear anything else. We told him you were at the police station being questioned, and he freaked out. He said he wouldn’t receive treatment until you were here.” Oab explained.

“Revoking consent to treatment doesn’t lead to restraint, ‘P. It can’t, legally. So what happened?”

“He tried ripping his IV out. The nurses tried to help, but he was so overwhelmed. He wouldn’t calm down, and it took a toll on his body. He looked really dizzy and kept falling when he tried to leave the room. They tried everything, even asking Wan and me how to get him to listen, but he was adamant about going to the police station to tell them you didn’t poison him. The doctor was concerned about him hurting himself or another staff member, so they restrained him. They all know he didn't mean anything by it, but he was so inconsolable that they had to do something to be safe.”

“I’m taking them off.” Methas’s tone left no room for argument. He understood the need for the actions the staff took, but it didn't make it easier to imagine how JJ probably felt as they put them on him. He stepped around Oab, quickly making his way to JJ’s bedside to get to work on the restraints, noting the moment he opened his eyes.

Unrestrained sobs erupted throughout the room as JJ began fighting in the bindings, attempting to reach out to Methas. Jumbled words escaped his mouth as he did, language evading his every word.

“I know, baby, let me get these off of you really quick, okay?” Methas could feel the tears forming in his own eyes as he watched JJ shake with every breath. How someone could do something like that to him was beyond Methas's imagination, but he trusted Oab and Plawan's judgement. After they'd been together for a while and the two opened up more to each other, he learned JJ could become emotional, so Methas knew he might have freaked out to such an extent that restraint was necessary.

The second the restraints were off, JJ eagerly and with utmost urgency reached his arms out towards Methas, sobbing into his husband’s chest the moment they connected.

“It’s okay. I’m here now. It’s okay,” He repeated every affirmation he could think of in a desperate attempt to calm him. “You’re okay. I’m here.” Methas slowly climbed into the bed, stilling himself to allow JJ to adjust himself and get as comfortable as he wanted.

“We’ll let the nurses know he’ll continue his treatment, then head home. Call us if you guys need anything, okay?” Oab placed a reassuring hand on Methas’s shoulder before walking Wan and himself out at Methas's confirmation.

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Ever since he’d been poisoned and gone through a week-and-a-half-long hospital stay full of needles, multiple different tests, and treatment plans, he had difficulty eating foods that weren't prepared by Methas, Wan, Oab, or himself. The idea of someone else having access to anything he put in his body would make him nauseous. Even pre-prepped food and drinks from the store made him nervous. Smoothies and fruits were an obvious cut from his diet, entirely.

He still had some anxiety with his follow-up visits regarding his mild liver damage due to the poisoning.

Methas had been great through the entire process, being very understanding with JJ regarding his food and medical anxiety after the whole ordeal with Beer. He’d made it a point to take days off to ensure he could be with JJ for his therapy appointments and other care that he needed.

JJ would often laugh at the complete 180 Methas had taken in terms of his relationship with Oab and Wan. The three used to be at odds, often arguing for no reason, but hatchets had been buried, and friendship grew like a spring garden between them. He was always on the phone with them, thinking JJ didn't know, discussing ways to help him in any possible capacity.

Oab and Wan frequently prepped meals for JJ to eat throughout the week so he had safe foods, and it never went unappreciated. Especially by Methas. It could be seen through his insistence on eliminating their need to pay rent for the restaurant for a year. He promised two years if they'd continue to help him look after JJ in the way they had.

For JJ to be able to worry about one less thing in his road to recovery, it made Methas happy beyond words.

“Hey, I brought some pastries from work! A rep brought them in from her favorite bakery. Wanna try some?” Methas knew what JJ’s answer would be, but he asked anyway, likely hoping there would be some progress in his food anxiety.

JJ shook his head, staring at the bag of pastries in his boyfriend’s hands as he pulled the bedsheets further up towards his chest. “Thank you, though.”

“It’s okay. Oab texted me earlier that he made some, so don’t worry. You have sweet treats on their way.”

JJ wanted to be comforted by Methas’s smile. He wanted to be more grateful for Oab making him pastries on top of the meals that the chef couple had been providing, but the weight in his chest from burdening those around him often became so much to bear.

“Don’t do that.” Methas set the bag of pastries on the nightstand next to JJ before climbing into bed next to his husband. “First, I'm sorry I'm getting into bed in my work clothes. I'll shower and change in just a second. But I can tell when you’re worried. I know you feel like everyone’s doing too much to look after you, but that’s what friends and family are for. You taught me that. We all know you’d do the same for us. You have done the same for us. It’s okay, JJ.”

It was then that JJ put his phone down onto his wireless charger, wiggling in the bed to get closer to Methas, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he lay his head in Methas’s arm.

"Stay in your clothes. I wanna nap like this." JJ closed his eyes, feeling Methas's loving gaze over him. It was right where he wanted to be.

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The Truth Untold - All Chapters

Pit Babe Season 2 - Fanfiction

Fic Summary: This fic contains the parts of Kim and Kenta's story that happened while the rest of the gang was dealing with everything else going on. I'm essentially filling in their storyline's "gaps" since they don't get lots of screen time. I'm telling the truth that is untold if you will lol.

I stay as canon-compliant as possible and attempt to keep the pacing on point or closely on point with where their relationship seemed to be throughout the episodes. There's a little slow burn here, but it's simply because that's how the drama is handling it.

Each chapter represents an episode and will be named accordingly.

Category: M/M

Rating: 1-12 M --- 13-14 Explicit

Characters: Kenta, Kim, Alan, Jeff, Babe, Charlie, Tony, Pete, Chris, North, Sonic, Winner, Mansit, etc.

Relationships: Kim/Kenta, Charlie/Babe, Jeff/Alan, Pete/Chris, Pete/Kenta

Tags (AO3 style): Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Angst, PTSD, Childhood Abuse, Sick Character, Mostly Canon-compliant, Slow Burn, Whump, no beta, we die like Tony should have, Eventual smut, etc.

Words: 52,012

Chapters: 14/14 - COMPLETED

Below the cut is a link to all the chapters for the fic as well as a link to my AO3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1: s2 ep.2 - Journey

Chapter 2: s2 ep.3 - Petsitting

Chapter 3: s2 ep.4 - This Is Where I Was Dumped

Chapter 4: s2 ep.5 - Going In Blind

Chapter 5: s2 ep.6 - Ssam and Sickness

Chapter 6: s2 ep.7 - Green Light

Chapter 7: s2 ep.8 - Trust Me

Chapter 8: s2 ep.9 - Captivity and Broken Bones

Chapter 9: s2 ep.10 - Flashbacks and Torture

Chapter 10: s2 ep.11 - Resource Guarding

Chapter 11: s2 ep.12 - Healing?

Chapter 12: s2 ep.13 - New Beginnings

Chapter 13: Amygdala

Chapter 14: Seven

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This will not be my last KimKenta fic in any way! I don't have lots of plot ideas, so if there's anything you want to see, please drop a comment! I only leaned into the omegaverse as much as the writers did to be canon compliant, but if y'all want, I'm more than happy to lean further into it and go full-on ABO Desire vibes lol.

I'm very proud of this work and feel I've grown as a writer through it. Thank you!!!!!!! <3

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when the crowbar says hello

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I'll use my last chapter of the fic I'm currently working on:

"He hated that he was so easily disarmed by something as simple as a kiss."

It's from The Truth Untold. Chapter 7!

Writers, reblog with your favorite sentence from your last fic

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To my international media friends, no this does not work for us. I have put some quotes in in Korean and nothing comes up. I promise I'm putting it in correctly as it is my second language but yeah it works pretty well for English language media!

OH. MY. GOD.

Do you guys know about Clip Cafe????

I just discovered it from a 'Powerful websites you should know! Part whatever' video

You can search for a phrase, and it will show you a catalogue of clips from movies and tv-shows where that line is said...

I'm currently browsing through the search "You're burning up"...............

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It Should Have Been Me

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans - Fanfiction

Fic Summary: Methas cuts off a troublesome family member and business partner. They want nothing but revenge. They make it a point to go after JJ to make it hurt the most for Methas.

Notes: There will be smut in this fic. I have not written smut in YEARS, y'all. Please be patient as I get back into doing so.

Category: M/M

Characters: JJ, Methas, Oab, Plawan

Maturity Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Methas/JJ, Oab/Plawan

Tags (AO3 style): Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Angst, Sick Character, Mostly Canon-compliant, Whump, no beta, Revenge, Smut, Eventual Smut, etc.

Words: 3,109

Chapters: 1/?

Below the cut is a link to all the chapters for the fic as well as a link to my AO3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1: Teasing and Tingly Feet

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The Truth Untold - All Chapters

Pit Babe Season 2 - Fanfiction

Fic Summary: This fic contains the parts of Kim and Kenta's story that happened while the rest of the gang was dealing with everything else going on. I'm essentially filling in their storyline's "gaps" since they don't get lots of screen time. I'm telling the truth that is untold if you will lol.

I stay as canon-compliant as possible and attempt to keep the pacing on point or closely on point with where their relationship seemed to be throughout the episodes. There's a little slow burn here, but it's simply because that's how the drama is handling it.

Each chapter represents an episode and will be named accordingly.

Category: M/M

Characters: Kenta, Kim, Alan, Jeff, Babe, Charlie, Tony, Pete, Chris, North, Sonic, Winner, Mansit, etc.

Relationships: Kim/Kenta, Charlie/Babe, Jeff/Alan, Pete/Chris, Pete/Kenta

Tags (AO3 style): Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Angst, PTSD, Childhood Abuse, Sick Character, Mostly Canon-compliant, Slow Burn, Whump, no beta, we die like Tony should have, etc.

Words: 26,452k

Chapters: 7/?

Below the cut is a link to all the chapters for the fic as well as a link to my AO3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1: s2 ep.2 - Journey

Chapter 2: s2 ep.3 - Petsitting

Chapter 3: s2 ep.4 - This Is Where I Was Dumped

Chapter 4: s2 ep.5 - Going In Blind

Chapter 5: s2 ep.6 - Ssam and Sickness

Chapter 6: s2 ep.7 - Green Light

Chapter 7: s2 ep.8 - Trust Me

Chapters 8-? are in the works as the drama airs!

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Hello everyone. I’m sending a friendly reminder of my still active GoFundMe and a gentle plea for help with living expenses at the moment. Rent and a mortgage for a few months there while I struggled to sell my condo put me in a bit of a bind. 💗

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Here's to my first fanfiction!

Even if You Forget Me

Fandom: Weak Hero Class

Summary:

Ahn Su-ho wakes from a year-long coma, but he doesn’t remember Yoon Si-eun. His body is weak.

His mind is fogged. The boy who once bled to protect someone now stares at him like a stranger. Si-eun stays anyway.

Because sometimes love means waiting — even when it hurts, even when you’re forgotten.

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Felt Su-ho's recovery was too quick for me, I need hurt, and I need comfort lol. The whump-addict in me wants to witness Su-ho forgetting and then remembering Si-eun with every detail. 

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A Lake of Misunderstanding

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart Fanfiction

Whumpee: Joke played by War Wanarat

Synopsis: A kid at the learning center is having troubles at home that Joke simply cannot ignore. In his efforts to help he is severely injured.

Notes: My first of many J&J fics! I hope y'all enjoy!

Maturity Rating: R / M

Words: 3,225

Chapters: 1/1

AO3 Link: emrys_lmalw

The learning center was booming, sunshine beaming onto the faces of all the joyful children playing in between classes and activities. Joke took it all in as he sat in the shade, supervising their play.

One kid had attached himself to Joke after first visiting the learning center with his mom a month prior. He noticed that Lake particularly liked to draw on him with the other kids, coloring in and around his tattoos. He enjoyed the feeling of the markers and paintbrushes on his skin and the kids weren’t too messy so he said yes every time they asked, but… something didn’t sit right with him.

The look on Lake’s face was familiar. Too familiar. It produced a burning sensation in Joke’s chest that he couldn’t suppress anymore.

“What are you going to do this weekend? Are you gonna play with your mom?” Joke slowly and carefully bent over in his seat, sure not to move his arms too much. He looked into Lake’s eyes, taking in the void that lay behind them. He could see himself in that void.

“Dad said no more playing on weekends. Too noisy.”

“What else does he say?” Joke hated to press but if Lake’s dad is anything like his own, he knew the poor kid would need a little help. He’d met the kid’s mother many times and had no ill feelings towards her but every time he heard something from Lake about his dad, it worried him.

“He says I’m useless and should die. P’Joke what does ‘die’ mean?”

His heart shattered in so many ways, the pieces poured into his stomach to make him nauseous. Lake’s father was just like his and it killed him to think that this sweet kid was going through what he did growing up. Such a small child, barely five years old, with chubby cheeks and a curious nature didn’t deserve such a thing. Hell, neither did Joke but that was beside the point.

Before he knew it he was already hearing ringing over his phone’s speakers, having dialed Lake’s mom’s number. He took a deep breath, committing to his decision.

“Hello?”

“Ah… um… hello? This is Joke from the leaning center-“ he closed his eyes, determined to do what he had to. “The center is closing early today but we are aware you can’t pick Lake up until you are off work so I thought I’d offer to walk him home.” His hands shook with every word.

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll send my husband to pick him up. He gets off work early so I’m sure he’d be happy to spend extra time with Lake. Thank you, though!” She excused herself to be able to get back to her work and hung up.

The nausea grew with the pit in Joke’s stomach. He’d hoped to have confronted Lake’s father on his terms but plans had to change.

‘It’s fine. I was a thief, once. Plans change on the fly all the time.’ He huffed, irritated that he couldn’t convince himself.

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“Lake, let’s go home.” A rough voice filled the room, sending a shiver down Joke’s spine. The hairs on his neck stood, his muscles tightened and he felt that all too familiar pit in his stomach. It was as if his own father had walked in.

He stood, holding Lake’s hand as they walked towards the man. He put on the most convincing smile he could, calling upon Joker, his thief past self to help. “He did such a great job today. He learned how to-”

“Tell his mother all that. It has nothing to do with me.” The man quickly grabbed Lake’s arm and half-dragged him to the car parked directly outside.

“That’s a no-parking zone, sir. Next time we’d appreciate if you could park in the marked pick up areas.” Joke spoke gently despite the fire burning in his chest. He kept his hands behind his back to hide how they shook with cortisol coursing through his veins.

The man raised his hand, motioning as if to brush Joke’s request off. The ex-thief held his words back, resigning himself to following them home later as to not argue in front of the learning center and the attending children.

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Luckily, the trip was short and Joke was already at Lake’s house, standing at the front door. His heart-rate picked up, breathing became more rapid and his veins surged with adrenaline. He wasn’t necessarily nauseous, more like a butterfly sensation. He hated the feeling. It always accompanied a traumatic event and he wasn’t trying to add another one to the list.

That was until he heard a scream from inside the house. He’d listened to Lake play with the other kids before. This scream was different from play.

He was scared.

Without a second thought, he was through the broken front door and standing in front of Lake and his father. He took in the sight of a bruised and tearful child on the ground, a hand raised over his eyes so as not to see the enraged father standing above him.

Joke leaped towards the two, standing between the man and child, screaming profanities, berating the father for what he’d done to his son. “He’s just a child!” Joke held his arms out to his sides as to show his desire to protect Lake. “Mr. Songrak, please!”

“Get the fuck out of my house! I can do whatever I want with him. He’s my kid!” The man raised his hand towards Joke, flinching at Joke’s unwavering gaze and stance.

If he could get Lake out of the house and to the police station without fighting the man, that would be the ideal situation.

Unfortunately his father was mid-swing. Joke raised his arms to block the punch from landing on his face but it still sent him tumbling into the side table against the wall. He fell to the ground, following a vase that made sure to cut into his hands and arms that had reached out to brace his fall. The picture hanging above the table followed suit, but instead of hitting the ground, the corner of the picture frame aimed directly for Joke’s temple, sending a lukewarm crimson river flowing down his cheek.

With a very pained grunt, Joke was on his feet in milliseconds, once again standing between Songrak and Lake. His body screamed at him. The cuts on his arms and hands burned, his head felt wet and almost sticky. Nausea crept up his throat but he stood his ground, desperately trying to protect this child.

“Lake, when I say run, you go out and find the police or find P’Jack, okay?” Joke slowly prepared himself for what was about to come.

“No, you’re not going anywhere!” The patriarch jumped towards Lake, unaware Joke was expecting exactly that. Within an instant the two were on the ground swinging at each other, kicking, blocking blows and everything in between.

“Lake, go!” Joke called once he felt he had a good grip on his opponent. Lake bolted out of the house as he was told, tears flowing. Had he not been so focused on keeping Songrak from getting out of the house and to the kid, his heart would have been far more broken but he had one goal:

Keep him in the house until Lake was safe. No matter what.

Joke knew deep down that if he let the him out, Lake would be in grave danger. He taunted the man, punching and dodging as fast as he could, doing what he could to shift the man’s focus and anger onto him and off of the now distant child. It was working. A little too well.

It got to a point where Joke knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He was slowing down with every punch and kick he blocked. He was so thankful in that moment that he’d been learning a little more about fighting from Jack and Hope because had he not… things would’ve been very different.

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“I don’t like this,” Jack paced in the common space of their home. “We get anxious if one or the other doesn’t answer the phone. We always answer. I’ve called him three times.”

Tattoo shifted in his seat at the dinner table. “I know. After everything we’ve all been through, especially you two, this is starting to concern me.”

“Where is he?” Toi Ting’s eyes sparkled, letting Jack know she was about to cry. He couldn’t let her worry, too. Not yet.

“I’m sure he’s fine. I’m gonna go back to the center to see if maybe he left his phone there, okay? If he comes by just call me.”

Toi Ting and Tattoo nodded. Jack looked to everyone else in the room before heading out. His heart was about to burst through his chest. As much as Joke has been staying out of trouble, it often scruffs him like a dog and pulls him in against his will. Jack knew it all too well.

After he arrived to the center, he noticed a crying child banging on the doors, seemingly screaming his name.

“Hey, kid, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” He hated himself for it but he couldn’t help but be frustrated. Why did he have to care for someone else while he was worried about his fiancé who could potentially be in danger?

“Dad hurt teacher Joke!” Lake cried out as he turned to face Jack.

His stomach had not only dropped to his feet but it had fallen through them to the Earth’s core. He took a big breath and mentally picked himself back up, focusing on the next steps. He gently picked Lake up who was still sobbing.

“Where are they?” Jack squeezed tight on the child, offering support to both of them. Immediately after Lake stuttered his answer to Jack, the two were on their way. “Please, Joke, just wait for me. I’ll be there soon.”

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“You thought I wouldn’t beat the shit out of you because you’re younger and faster? Dumbass I’m the right hand man to the leader of The Burning Gang! I do what I want!” The man was standing over a beaten, bloody and very weakened Joke. Songrak was bloody, himself, and had sustained some injuries but nothing compared to what he’d done to Joke.

The thief lay on the cold concrete floor of the house, doing everything he could to keep breathing. It was slowly getting harder, though. He stared at the man’s shoes, wondering if they were the last thing he’d see instead of Jack’s face. Given how many near-death situations he’d been in, he had thought about what he wanted to see right before he died and every time it was Jack’s face.

‘I’m sorry, Jack. I should have asked for help.’

“Joke!”

His voice. He heard his voice. At least his hallucinations could help him in such a difficult time. He wasn’t sure why he was hallucinating since all of the beatings had been focused on his torso and limbs but he welcomed it. He wanted a piece of his soul mate before he passed.

“Fuck! Joke!”

He heard crashing before a loud thud. Then… crying? It sounded like Jack’s cries.

“Jack~” He could barely push the air from his lungs to call out to his love. If it was his last breath, he was content that his soul mate’s name is the last word he would ever mutter.

“Joke, I need you to stay awake. Joke!”

That was definitely Jack. Joke’s heart was at ease, giving him such a feeling of safety in such a stressful moment.

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Jack sent the man tumbling through the house with a loud thud, eyes now focused solely on Joke. He couldn’t help but to cry at the sight of his whole world laying on the ground, beaten half to death.

“Jack~” He watched as Joke pushed his name from his lungs with everything he had. It broke Jack in more ways than he would ever be able to describe.

Jack rushed to be by his lover’s side hands shaking. “Joke, I need you to stay awake. Joke!” He watched as his eyes slowly opened and closed. Jack desperately grasped at his fiance’s body, picking him up as gently as he possibly could before a weak but loud scream ripped through his ears. “What?! What’s wrong?! Where does it hurt?” Joke shook in Jack’s arms. Jack watched as he slowly reached for his torso. “Is it your chest?”

“Arm.” Joke’s voice was hoarse and shaky, sending Jack further into a spiral. He slowly laid Joke down and examined his arm. It was definitely broken but nothing the paramedics couldn’t begin to fix when the ambulance arrived. He did everything he could to keep him awake before they did. He aided in them getting him on the gurney and into the ambulance with as much ease as possible.

It was a rough ride but the paramedics were able to help Joke just enough to get him into the hospital with minimal issue. He was immediately rushed back, the staff, of course, forcing Jack to the side as to not follow them into the treatment area made only for patients and treatment staff.

The wait was unbearable. But it wasn’t any worse than what was to come and Jack for sure was not ready for it.

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Joke quickly sat up in his hospital bed, crying out at the surge of pain sent through his entire body. Once his vision was no longer blurry and he was able to focus on what was around him, he allowed himself a quick scan of the room. It was daytime but he wasn’t sure if it was morning or afternoon. His left arm was in a cast that was wrapped in a sling. He felt the strap across his back so he was sure that’s what it was. His right leg was fully in a cast and he had noticed his bed seemed to have an excessive amount of bedding in it. He slowly grabbed at it with his good arm, wincing at how it pulled at his other wounds.

After a little bit of effort and a good bit of pain, Joke was able to get the bedding out from between him and the bed rails. He managed to swing the one rail down in an attempt to stand before his father walked in.

“Oh? Dad. Where’s Jack? Isn’t he the one that brought me here?”

“He should have left you long ago,” The doctor stepped closer to Joke, pushing him back down to lay in the bed, listening to Joke’s pained grunts and labored breathing. “Look at you. A broken arm, broken leg, multiple injured organs and a fractured pelvis. Not to mentin the cuts on your hands, arms and face. You’re a mess, Joke. How could you get yourself into trouble like this again? I was right before. Once a thief, always a thief. I never should have given you another chance but your daughter and fiance were so adamant that I do.”

“Dad… I-” Joke sat back up, this time a bit slower. “I didn’t steal from anybody. I retired a long time ago.”

“Don’t lie to me, Joke. I’m tired of it.” The doctor turned his back to Joke with a huff, making his way out of the room.

“Dad, I swear! Please!” Joke pushed himself as hard as he could despite his injuries, desperately trying to stand so he could explain himself. He tried his best to stand but his only good leg gave out, the result of spending a couple days in the hospital unconscious with no food or exercise. He crumpled to the ground with a loud bang. His IV pole was kind enough to join him after being persuaded with a slight tug of the line. It crashed on top of Joke, sending a surge of pain down his back where it had made contact but he ignored it. He had to explain himself. Through ragged breaths and full sobs Joke begged his father to hear him. “Dad I… didn’t steal… I… I had to…”

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The door swung open, nearly flying off the wall when it did.

“Joke!” Jack sprinted towards his partner, pushing past his father-in-law. “Joke what are you doing?! What happened?” He grabbed onto the IV pole, standing it back up before moving his arms to rest under Joke’s arm pits, slowly lifting him. He desperately wanted to calm him down as fast as possible but he needed to get in the bed first. He slightly turned his head to face Joke’s dad fully allowing his anger to shine through every word he spoke, “Why are you just standing there?! Are you not a doctor? You can’t help a patient, much less, your own son who is severely injured and collapsed?! Look at him! He’s clearly stressed and you have your back turned to him! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Dad, I swear I didn’t. Please believe me!” Joke was entirely focused on his father, his eyes not wavering from where they faced. His sobs stabbed through Jack like poisoned spears.

Jack hadn’t seen Joke like that in a long time and it produced a violent rage within him. “Didn’t what? Did you accuse him of stealing again? After everything he’s done and how hard he’s worked?” Jack stood between Joke and his father, burying his fiance’s head into his chest, holding him as tight as he felt he could without further hurting him. His eye twitched at the feeling of Joke shaking in his arms once again.

“Jack, he-”

“Get out.”

“What?” Joke’s father scoffed.

“I said get out! I don’t want to see you in here until I can get him calmed down and resting again. I won’t ask another time. He could have further injured himself and I want you to know it’s entirely your fault.”

Without another word, the doctor left the room, signaling to the nurses to head inside. Medical personell flooded the room, surrounding Joke. Jack was slowly able to calm him down and get him further into the bed and fully laid down so he could be examined by the team.

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Joke woke up to find himself in Jack’s arms. He slowly looked up to see that he had fallen asleep, himself. He wanted to smile but the thought of the things his father had said to him were replaying in his head. It was suffocating. He shuffled some, letting out a less-than-quiet whimper with the tugging of his wounds.

“Does it hurt? I can call the nurses in.”

Joke relaxed, allowing his body to melt into Jack’s. “No. I don’t want to see anyone else.”

“I talked to your dad. I told him what happened with Lake and he knows he was wrong and offered to apologize once you’re feeling better. I made it clear he needs to stay away for a while.”

Joke slightly curled into Jack’s chest, burying his head as much as he could. “Thank you, Jack.”

“Always. Just rest. You broke another rib and your pelvic fracture nearly turned into a break. Anything you need, I can take care of. Any of us can take care of it.”

“I love you, Jack.”

“I love you, too, Joke.”

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비질란테 - Vigilante - Whump List - 🇰🇷

Whumpee: 김지용 (Kim Ji Yong) played by 남주혁 (Nam Joo Hyuk)

Synopsis: When Kim Ji Yong was a child, his mother was beaten to death in the street in front of him. The culprit only received three and a half years in prison. Subsequently, Kim Ji Yong begins living two entirely different lives. On weekdays, he's a model student at the police university. On the weekends, he punishes criminals who'd received light sentences and continue to commit criminal acts, to help victims like himself. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Cop/Crime, Vigilante, Suspense, Constant Whump, Trauma, Little to No Romance, Stoic Whumpee, Beaten, Poisoned/Drugged Whumpees, Stabbing, Shot

Watch On: Hulu, DramaCool, KissAsian

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WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01 : angry, fought, hit in the arm with a board, groaning ::: sparring ::: bruised knuckles ::: fought ::: nearly hit by a car

1.02 : kissed against his will (drugged) ::: high, stumbling, blurry vision, overstimulated, fell to his knees ::: woke up, anxious, groaning, heavy breathing ::: fought

1.03 : angry ::: concerned for someone, angry ::: hunted

1.04 : fought, irritated, punched in the face, cuts on his face, bloody mouth, heavy breathing ::: treating his wounds ::: concern for him ::: defiant

1.05 : fought ::: chased, emotional, fought, bleeding, beaten, strangled, struggling, thrown, chest stepped on, bloody face, suffocating, struggling, strangled, suffocating

1.06 : strangled, bloody face, fought, thrown, manhandled, punched in the stomach, shaking, struggling to stand ::: asleep in the hospital, bandaged face and torso, nose cannula, bruised face ::: saving someone

1.07 : punched in the stomach, doubling over in pain, groaning, shaky breath, saying he doesn’t care if he dies

1.08 : fought ::: chased ::: fought ::: fought, face slashed, bleeding, protecting someone, fought, using himself as a shield, holding the wound on his stomach, bleeding, heavy breathing, fought, nearly stabbed, saved, in shock ::: fought, angry, trapped, shot at repeatedly, “scruffed”, heavy breathing, struggling, held back, bleeding, knife thrown into his shoulder, fought, shot in the back, shot in the leg, struggling to stand, fought, collapsed, heavy breathing, slowly collapsing, passed out, sorta looked after ::: grieving

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正体 - Shotai - Whump List - 🇯🇵

Whumpee: Kaburagi Keiichi played by Kamenashi Kazuya

Synopsis: Kaburagi Keiichi is arrested as a suspect in a murder case and sentenced to death. He escaped from prison during the transfer, but while fleeing, he rescues the people he meets in his hiding place from the predicament. And when the rescued people realize that Kaburagi is a wanted death row prisoner, they begin to wonder, "Is he really a murderer?" (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Cop/Crime, Trauma, On The Run, Thriller, Falsely Accused, Fugitive, Mini-series

Watch On: KissAsian, DramaCool

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01: in cuffs, anxious, crying, shaking, told he was given the death penalty, collapsed ::: (flashbacks: scared, shaking, at gunpoint, manhandled, thrown to the ground, shaking, wincing, groaning ::: (nightmare: manhandled, physically restrained, struggling, scared, restrained (rope), blindfolded, rope wrapped around his neck, hung), woke up scared, hyperventilating, sweaty ::: shaking, wincing, concern for him ::: in an ambulance, handcuffed, sweaty ::: stumbling ::: shaking, stumbling ::: on the run ::: concerned for someone ::: anxious ::: anxious ::: looked after ::: anxious

1.02 : anxious ::: protecting someone ::: looked after, emotional, hiding ::: scared, protected, jumped out of a window, on the run

1.03 : scared, concerned for someone ::: (traumatic flashbacks: scared, at gunpoint, shaking) ::: anxious ::: scared

1.04 : scared, at gunpoint ::: telling someone about what happened to him (trauma reveal), (traumatic flashbacks: scared, panicked, trying to save someone, at gunpoint), desperate, (flashbacks: at gunpoint, shaking, scared), chased, scared, cornered, jumping out of a window, shot in the thigh ::: in the hospital, intubated ::: in the hospital, head bandaged, heavily lidded eyes, emotional, crying ::: in the hospital, head bandaged, emotional ::: in physical rehab, struggling to walk, half collapsed, concern for him ::: in a cell ::: in cuffs, emotional, crying, sobbing

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