#;iS THIS WHAT YOU WN A TED?

[missiodei]

I have to ask Angelo do your teaching align with the main sect/most common of religious purple bloods? Or does a different calling speak to you?

Angelo takes a moment to ponder this question.

"Hm. I did ⛮nce l⛮⛮k t⛮ the 'Messiahs' s⛮ many purplebl⛮⛮ds admire s⛮. Always did I find it...lacking. It ⛮nce felt t⛮ me a deficiency ⛮n mine ⛮wn part," they say, dismissively shrugging their shoulder.

"That is, until ⛮ne fateful night a being did visit me true," they continue, tracing a finger over the scar so crudely ripped over their abdomen.

"R⛮⛮ted is he in the laws and kn⛮wledge ⛮f eld, and in this vessel did he r⛮⛮t himself. Thus, I was b⛮rn again."

He smiles in reminiscence.

"S⛮ cast was I, deep int⛮ the dark, wherein I f⛮und my answers, my g⛮d, mine c⛮mf⛮rt. Twas thr⛮ugh its guidance that I was led t⛮ my current church, and thr⛮ugh his gifts I have ever gained insight, kn⛮wledge," their hands raise, only to slowly, gently drag down their face and neck, "unwavering and...unexpended."

They seem to be reenacting that feeling of insight, or what one might call madness, washing over them. Angelo's voice begins to tremble with reverence and fanaticism.

"Thus by the grace ⛮f my g⛮d, mine aria shall ever carry ⛮nward," he lifts his arms, beckoning to their audience.

"Pray welc⛮me ⛮ur Ş̵̨͙̊̍v̷̥͇̦͔̓͋͒̆ỵ̸̋ą̴̘͓̼̔̒̅t̴̜̣̐̎̓̕ẙ̸̜̖̙̳̂͌͝a̴̖͓̟̖͐͊̈f̶̢̲̣̗͌̚ẽ̵̻̺͂̚r̴̟̀͛̉͋͜ͅṯ̷̛͕͚̌̇̐n̶͇̞͗̈͝ ̷̬̥̮̃̽͗T̷̳͕̭̓̏r̸͈̿ỏ̵̳̀̈́̚i̵̜͈̝̗̒̈̚ṭ̵̟͎̱̂́̚s̴̲̭̗͉̀̀͂͠è̸̛̘̈͠i̸̦̦͙̿̉ḻ̷̭͛i̵͎̣̩͐̈́n̸͕͙̒ŷ̴̡̼̍͗̚a̷̩̜̒̕ int⛮ thine very s⛮ul!" they exclaim, letting their eyes peer open ever so slightly, casting his gaze down upon his inquirer. A merciless smile tears across their lips.

"And sh⛮uld th⛮u findest thyself in hesitati⛮n, well," they continue, ushering in a noticeable shift in the air. One could even swear they see bits of black, spore-like matter emanating from their body and into the air.

"Well versed have I bec⛮me in the meth⛮ds ⛮f prying ⛮ne's c⛮re wide ⛮pen."

[lonita]

World Watercolour Month '21 - part 1

Schmincke Horadam - Ocean Grey

Another multi-pigment paint (though limited edition), that includes PG50, which one finds in cobalt colours, so don't lick it. Oh boy the PBK6 settles out. Lovely. Swatching Ocean Grey.

Renesans - Ultramarine Green. There's a technique in watercolour called beading that one employs to dramatically increase the chances of a smooth wash. I've only ever tried it on paper, so today I gave it a go on yupo. The nice thing about yupo is that paint doesn't cauliflower on it. There are some other drying peculiarities, but that's for another day. This came out a touch streaky, but still pretty good.

Who needs art when you can simply not clean up after yourself? That surface, by the by, is a glass whiteboard that covers two thirds of the top of my desk.

it's easy to be green.

Beam - Spring Green Isaro Green Light Van Gogh - Permanent Yellow Green Rembrandt - Cobalt Green Rembrandt - Emerald Green Schmincke - Cobalt Green Dark

Finetec mica paints. All shiny!

Blue Silver Mystic Caribbean Green High Chroma Blue Orange Copper Tangelo

QOR - YInMn Blue, also known as Oregon Blue or Mas Blue, was discovered by accident at Oregon State University and is the first inorganic blue pigment created in about 200 years. There's a TED talk by one of its discoverers.

Beam - Mayan Indigo Gold. Another awesomely sedimenting colour. Wet on the right, and what happens when you let it settle and dry on its own, on the left.

Van Gogh - Bronze, Copper St Petersberg White Nights - Copper, Bronze Beam - Mayan Rose Gold

Schmincke Horadam - Caput Mortuum. Probably the most movingest paint I have. The name does mean dead head. Colours like this used to me made of ground up mummy.

Schmincke Horadam - Tundra Violet. One of their new multi-pigment super granulating colours that separates into its components in very interesting and unpredictable ways.

Daniel Smith's - Serpentine Genuine. Another lovely example of a paint that can separate. Such a lovely warm green with rusty bits.

Rose of Ultramarine - This is the Daniel Smith version. The fun of multi-pigment paints is, for me, putting them on super wet paper and watching how they separate into their component parts as they dry. Again, an overcast day day, so this isn't presenting at its best.

New paints just got delivered day.

Winsor Newton - Brown Madder Van Gogh - Copper, Bronze, Dusk Violet, Dusk Pink Schmincke - May Green, Indigo, Burnt Sienna

Sadly, a rainy day, so none of the helpful beauty of natural sunlight.

How grey thou art.

Opus - Davy's Grey Sennelier - Sennelier Grey M. Graham - Yellow Grey St. Petersburg/White Nights - Marengo Roman Szmal - Misty Morning

It's interesting not only how some move more than others, but also how differently they can move.

Painting it black.

Turner - Neutral Tint Holbein - Peach Black Stoneground - Roman Black Renesans - Przybysz Black

According to my Polish source, przybysz means something along the lines of to arrive, arrive, new arrival.

The exciting world of … beige. From left to right, top to bottom:

QOR - Titanium Buff St Petersburg/White Nights - Dunes Daniel Smith - Titanium Buff Turner - Clove

Titanium Buff is actually a really awesome colour as a partner to things like Indigo or Aussie Red Gold, and is great as a bed to drop other colours into.

What's in my browns/reds collection - left to right, top row down. Some of those things really move.

Winsor Newton (WN) - Rose Maddee Genuine Schmincke Horadam (SCH) - Galaxy Brown WN - VanDyke Brown St Petersburg White Nights (SPWN) - Mocha M. Graham (MG) - Terra Rosa WN - Potters Pink Rembrandt (REM) - Burnt Sienna Turner (T) - Charcoal Renesans (RNS) - Polish Brown MG - Transparent Red Iron Oxide Van Gogh (VG) - Raw Umber Beam (B) - Bread REM - Indian Red Daniel Smith (DS) - Quinacridone Coral WN - Winsor Red Deep T - Cinnabar DS - Sepia Stoneground (SG) -Burnt Sienna Crimson RNS - Green Brown RNS - Raw Kassel RNS - Monaco Bordeaux RNS - Dragon's Blood Sennelier (SEN) - Sennelier Brown SG - Same as above, forgot I had two WN - Rose Dore REM - Light Oxide Red

The paint I forgot I ordered from Jackson's in the UK that just arrived: M. Graham's Azo Green. Because you can see I'm low on green paint. I needed more.

My oranges from left to right:

St. Petersburg / White Nights - Peach Jacksons - Cadmium Yellow Orange Winsor Newton - Winsor Orange Rembrandt - Cadmium Orange

[xeglantine-blog]

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@autipsy​ // the be honest meme ( still accepting )

ah yes it’s time for me to holler…

1) What would prevent you from following someone?

Just as an unspoken rule I won’t follow someone that I don’t know personally/well-enough and who has had beef in the past with my friends. I think it’s perfectly plausible for someone to be friends with two people who don’t get along, but I also just think that if I don’t really know the person all too well aside from the fact that they’ve come after someone I care about or done them dirty I wouldn’t want to interact with them anyways?? Lots of drama, really nasty attitudes, untrimmed/hella long posts… I’m p generic with my hard no’s when it comes to a follow tbh. Generally though I’m pretty chill and will follow just about anyone I think I’ll vibe with or enjoy interacting with! If you cross my besties though I sure as hell don’t want you crossing my path or seeing you on my dashboard, so don’t expect a follow : )

8. Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

GOD… Okay first and foremost I hate that when people go crazy with all the lines?? Like excessive editing with replies/posts is something that irks me to begin with, but when there’s a million dashes and 4-5 blockquotes for icons and simple shit in a reply I want to literally shit my pants because I am an old lady who has to copy/paste posts that I reply to and then go into html to put the

in the right spot so that icon is indented and it’s a nightmare whenever there’s more than 1 because I?? No. No I’m too ADD and I can’t even focus on reading the damn thing before I’m trying to follow the damn lines like fucking Nicolas Cage looking for clues to find the national treasure. 

The microscopic tiny text that I have to put my page on 300% just to read and then pray that your theme isn’t obnoxious so I can scroll up/down and side to side to be able to read it all. I’m just going to use this as a segue to something that kind of bothers me overall with the rpc and that’s literally just… excessive edits. Don’t get me wrong, I am constantly amazed by how gorgeous some of the things I see people create (especially Momo and her graphics/blogs/etc.) but I’m not the biggest fan of aesthetic getting in the way of convenience. If I can’t read or navigate your blog, let alone your reply, I’m ultimately just going to be annoyed. I think unfortunately sometimes certain parts of the rpc has the same snobby attitude as some online artists, which is probably why it rubs me the wrong way. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with making something look really nice or being proud to share your work with the community (if anything I highly encourage it), but when it becomes an inconvenience for rping/rp partners I guess I just don’t get why the aesthetic ™ becomes more important than my dumbass being able to find the rules and about page in under 20 minutes on a blog. Please just let this old lady read things easier, I know it’s a lot to ask but g O D…

People assuming things are okay because ‘oh hey your blog is viewable by the public and I’M the public so hey whassup gimme your attention’. Like someone seeing that my muse is goofing around with someone else and just assuming that they’ll react the same to THEIR muse. And this goes for literally anything like??? I used to have people try to come and act all chummy and touchy feely with my OC Diesel in my inbox/dms and somehow not expect to get bitten. I’ve had people try to get a nut with my muses too without ever even speaking to me ooc about a relationship?? (Blair in the Soul Eater community was the bane of my existence for a while because of this). AND WORST OF ALL… people I either have never spoken to, rarely speak to, or sometimes don’t even FOLLOW coming out here and liking my n.sfw posts/threads and ooc ramblings. I’m pretty open and upfront about being horny on main 24/7 and as someone who struggles with mental health shit I undoubtedly might post something when I’m down but it actually makes my skin crawl when people out here liking that shit when they aren’t even involved OR are my friends??? like weird flex but okaY…

22. What would make you block someone?

If your name starts with L and rhymes with bitch. Honestly I’m usually a fan of ghosting and then soft-blocking if someone really makes me uncomfortable and they aren’t easy to talk to about it or aren’t interested in changing, but if you go around liking my OOC posts and telling people shit about me when we’ve never even spoken before… in the middle of spreading shit about someone I care about… you can bet your ass I’m gonna block. Don’t worry though! I tend to unblock pretty shortly after (unless I have a reason not to) and I’ve left my messages open so that if you have something to say about it after you’ve finished throwing your tantrum, you’re more than welcome to come and do so! I’m not one for drama, but I don’t mind telling someone to fuck off if they ask for it :3c 

That and if someone will not stop spamming me with shit after being told to stop. 

[madscientistjournal]

Interview with Wendy Nikel

Today, we’re chatting with MSJ alum Wendy Nikel, who has her first audiobook out now!

DV: Tell us a bit about yourself!

Wendy Nikel: I’m a homeschooling mom who somehow manages to squeeze writing time in between lesson planning, driving kids to extracurricular activities, running the household, and making sure everyone–including our three gerbils–gets fed. I’ve been published in Analog, Nature: Futures, Cricket, and elsewhere and am currently serving as the Publisher Liaison for the 2020 World Fantasy Convention.

DV: You’ve just released the audio version of The Continuum, the first book in your Place in Time series. What are some of the things you learned during the process of getting your printed words into audio format?

WN: I went into this project without really knowing what to expect and was pleasantly surprised at how much fun I had putting together this audiobook.

The Continuum was published by World Weaver Press in January 2018, and the three novellas that follow it in the Place in Time series also involve many of the same characters, so in a way, this project meant re-visiting a story and characters that were very familiar to me, which I’ve spent a lot of time rewriting and revising and reworking and polishing. But I also had to look at it differently than I’d ever done before. I’ve always had some idea of what each of the characters “sounded” like in my head, but figuring out how to describe that to someone else was an interesting challenge.

DV: What advice would you give other authors who are interested in having audio versions of their small-press or self-published books created?

WN: My biggest piece of advice would be to make sure that you know what rights you have and which you’re giving away whenever you sign a contract, whether it’s for a short story, novella, or novel. Even if you don’t currently have plans for producing your work in audio, you may be more open to the idea or have an opportunity present itself later, so it’s good to keep your options open!

DV: Who are some of your favorite audiobook narrators?

WN: I’m going to use this opportunity to give a shout-out to my amazing narrator, Jennifer Stoneking. One of the things I was most concerned about when starting this process was that I wouldn’t find a narrator that was a good fit, so when I heard her audition, it was a huge relief; it was just like I’d imagined my main character Elise’s voice in my head! She was fabulous to work with, and I’m really proud of the finished product!

DV: What’s on the horizon for you?

WN: As far as audiobooks go, I’d definitely like to produce the other three books in the series as well, but that’s going to depend on how the first book does–so if you like this one, be sure to leave a review or tell a friend!

I’m also very excited about having a story in a recently announced anthology from Bloomsbury Press, entitled Philosophy through Science Fiction Stories, which also includes stories from Ted Chiang, Ken Liu, Aliette de Bodard, and others.

Thanks, Wendy!

Interview with Wendy Nikel was originally published on Mad Scientist Journal

[iolitewyvern-trolls]

15 Questions Meme!

I was tagged by @happi-iris, and this looks really fun, so here we go! 

Featuring everyone’s favorite dumbass, Alfonz! 

1 - What is your full name?

( My name i~ Alf[]nz Eichel. ) 

2 - What does your name mean? 

( Well, I c[]uld l[][]k at human meaning~. ) *Al pulls out his phone and types something in.* ( It l[][]k~ like “Alf[]n~e” i~ a German name meaning “ready t[] fight”, and “Eichel” i~ al~[] a German name, meaning ac[]rn. It l[][]k~ like it’~ al~[] a ~uit in German card~. ) 

3 - Do you have other nicknames? 

( My friend~ call me Al. ) 

4 - Gender? 

( I’m a b[]y. ) 

5 - Sexuality? 

( I’m very gay. ) 

6 - Where are you from? 

( I’m []riginally fr[]m Alternia; I’d rather n[]t ~ay where. I’m living []n earth right n[]w, and I really like it. ) 

7 - What is your age? 

( I’m eight ~weep~. []r eighteen earth year~. ) 

8 - What is your magic form/designation? 

( My... magic? I d[]n’t u~e chucklev[][]d[][]~. ) *He pauses, thinking for a moment.* ( I u~ed t[] get h[]rrifying vi~i[]n~ if I hit my head t[][] hard, []r if I hadn’t ~lept in t[][] l[]ng. It ha~n’t happened recently th[]ugh, thank fuck. ) 

9 - What is your human form? 

( []h g[]d, d[]n’t remind me. ) *He smacks one hand against his forehead and drags it down his face* 

( If I remember c[]rrectly, I wa~ really pale, and had dark br[]wn hair. And br[]wn eye~, I think. ) 

10 - What is your aesthetic? 

( []h, uh. If y[]u mean h[]w I dre~~, I d[]n’t really have []ne? C[]mf[]rtable cl[]the~, l[]t~ of jacket~. And b[][]t~. ) 

( Ae~thetic~ I like, th[]ugh... I like ~p[][]ky w[][]ds. Big tree~ with l[]t~ []f mi~t, and huge []ld h[]u~e~ full []f b[][]k~ and c[]mfy chair~. ) 

11 - Who’s your best friend? 

*Al smiles just thinking about his friends* ( Vinson and Rin are my tw[] be~t friend~. C[]le t[][]. Vin’~ my quadmate, ~[] that []ne’~ kinda []bvi[]us. I’ve kn[]wn Rin f[]r a l[]ng time. And C[]le wa~ the fir~t human I befriended. ) 

((OOC: Vin and Cole both belong to @cakedashes-trolls )) 

12 - Would you get a piercing or tattoo? 

( N[]. I’m n[]t really intere~ted. ) 

13 - When are you happiest? 

( Definitely when I’m hanging []ut with Vin, ju~t a quiet day at h[]me. ) 

14 - What’s your biggest secret? 

*Al looks away, and shifts his weight to his left side, rubbing the back of his neck. He mumbles something under his breath, and you can barely catch it.* 

( my eye.... ) 

15 - Do you have a sidekick? 

*Al laughs softly, smiling* ( []h, n[], if any[]ne i~ a ~idekick, it’~ me. Vin i~ the c[][]l []ne. ) 

I assume I’m supposed to tag someone, so I’ll tag @sunnetrolls and @lioncoin . Have fun! ^U^ 

[swampusplanet]

@d-o-t-s

             SHREK

                                      Written by

                               William Steig & Ted Elliott

                                    SHREK                         Once upon a time there was a lovely                         princess. But she had an enchantment                         upon her of a fearful sort which could                         only be broken by love's first kiss.                         She was locked away in a castle guarded                         by a terrible fire-breathing dragon.                         Many brave knights had attempted to                         free her from this dreadful prison,                         but non prevailed. She waited in the                         dragon's keep in the highest room of                         the tallest tower for her true love                         and true love's first kiss. (laughs)                         Like that's ever gonna happen. What                         a load of - (toilet flush)

              Allstar - by Smashmouth begins to play. Shrek goes about his               day. While in a nearby town, the villagers get together to go               after the ogre.

              NIGHT - NEAR SHREK'S HOME

                                    MAN1                         Think it's in there?

                                    MAN2                         All right. Let's get it!

                                    MAN1                         Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that                         thing can do to you?

                                    MAN3                         Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's                         bread.

              Shrek sneaks up behind them and laughs.

                                    SHREK                         Yes, well, actually, that would be a                         giant. Now, ogres, oh they're much worse.                         They'll make a suit from your freshly                         peeled skin.

                                    MEN                         No!

                                    SHREK                         They'll shave your liver. Squeeze the                         jelly from your eyes! Actually, it's                         quite good on toast.

                                    MAN1                         Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya!                         (waves the torch at Shrek.)

              Shrek calmly licks his fingers and extinguishes the torch. The               men shrink back away from him. Shrek roars very loudly and long               and his breath extinguishes all the remaining torches until the               men are in the dark.

                                    SHREK                         This is the part where you run away.                         (The men scramble to get away. He laughs.)                         And stay out! (looks down and picks                         up a piece of paper. Reads.) "Wanted.                         Fairy tale creatures."(He sighs and                         throws the paper over his shoulder.)

              THE NEXT DAY

              There is a line of fairy tale creatures. The head of the guard               sits at a table paying people for bringing the fairy tale creatures               to him. There are cages all around. Some of the people in line               are Peter Pan, who is carrying Tinkerbell in a cage, Gipetto               who's carrying Pinocchio, and a farmer who is carrying the three               little pigs.

                                    GUARD                         All right. This one's full. Take it                         away! Move it along. Come on! Get up!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Next!

                                    GUARD                         (taking the witch's broom) Give me that!                         Your flying days are over. (breaks the                         broom in half)

                                    HEAD GUARD                         That's 20 pieces of silver for the witch.                         Next!

                                    GUARD                         Get up! Come on!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Twenty pieces.

                                    LITTLE BEAR                         (crying) This cage is too small.

                                    DONKEY                         Please, don't turn me in. I'll never                         be stubborn again. I can change. Please!                         Give me another chance!

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Oh, shut up. (jerks his rope)

                                    DONKEY                         Oh!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Next! What have you got?

                                    GIPETTO                         This little wooden puppet.

                                    PINOCCHIO                         I'm not a puppet. I'm a real boy. (his                         nose grows)

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Five shillings for the possessed toy.                         Take it away.

                                    PINOCCHIO                         Father, please! Don't let them do this!                         Help me!

              Gipetto takes the money and walks off. The old woman steps up               to the table.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Next! What have you got?

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Well, I've got a talking donkey.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Right. Well, that's good for ten shillings,                         if you can prove it.

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Oh, go ahead, little fella.

              Donkey just looks up at her.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Well?

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Oh, oh, he's just...he's just a little                         nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox.                         Talk, you boneheaded dolt...

                                    HEAD GUARD                         That's it. I've heard enough. Guards!

                                    OLD WOMAN                         No, no, he talks! He does. (pretends                         to be Donkey) I can talk. I love to                         talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing                         you ever saw.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Get her out of my sight.

                                    OLD WOMAN                         No, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk!

              The guards grab the old woman and she struggles with them. One               of her legs flies out and kicks Tinkerbell out of Peter Pan's               hands, and her cage drops on Donkey's head. He gets sprinkled               with fairy dust and he's able to fly.

                                    DONKEY                         Hey! I can fly!

                                    PETER PAN                         He can fly!

                                    3 LITTLE PIGS                         He can fly!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         He can talk!

                                    DONKEY                         Ha, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm                         a flying, talking donkey. You might                         have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly                         but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey                         fly. Ha, ha! (the pixie dust begins                         to wear off) Uh-oh. (he begins to sink                         to the ground.)

              He hits the ground with a thud.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Seize him! (Donkey takes of running.)                         After him!

                                    GUARDS                         He's getting away! Get him! This way!                         Turn!

              Donkey keeps running and he eventually runs into Shrek. Literally.               Shrek turns around to see who bumped into him. Donkey looks scared               for a moment then he spots the guards coming up the path. He               quickly hides behind Shrek.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         You there. Ogre!

                                    SHREK                         Aye?

                                    HEAD GUARD                         By the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized                         to place you both under arrest and transport                         you to a designated resettlement facility.

                                    SHREK                         Oh, really? You and what army?

              He looks behind the guard and the guard turns to look as well               and we see that the other men have run off. The guard tucks tail               and runs off. Shrek laughs and goes back about his business and               begins walking back to his cottage.

                                    DONKEY                         Can I say something to you? Listen,                         you was really, really, really somethin'                         back here. Incredible!

                                    SHREK                         Are you talkin' to...(he turns around                         and Donkey is gone) me? (he turns back                         around and Donkey is right in front                         of him.) Whoa!

                                    DONKEY                         Yes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell                         you that you that you was great back                         here? Those guards! They thought they                         was all of that. Then you showed up,                         and bam! They was trippin' over themselves                         like babes in the woods. That really                         made me feel good to see that.

                                    SHREK                         Oh, that's great. Really.

                                    DONKEY                         Man, it's good to be free.

                                    SHREK                         Now, why don't you go celebrate your                         freedom with your own friends? Hmm?

                                    DONKEY                         But, uh, I don't have any friends. And                         I'm not goin' out there by myself. Hey,                         wait a minute! I got a great idea! I'll                         stick with you. You're mean, green,                         fightin' machine. Together we'll scare                         the spit out of anybody that crosses                         us.

              Shrek turns and regards Donkey for a moment before roaring very               loudly.

                                    DONKEY                         Oh, wow! That was really scary. If you                         don't mind me sayin', if that don't                         work, your breath certainly will get                         the job done, 'cause you definitely                         need some Tic Tacs or something, 'cause                         you breath stinks! You almost burned                         the hair outta my nose, just like the                         time...(Shrek covers his mouth but Donkey                         continues to talk, so Shrek removes                         his hand.) ...then I ate some rotten                         berries. I had strong gases leaking                         out of my butt that day.

                                    SHREK                         Why are you following me?

                                    DONKEY                         I'll tell you why. (singing) 'Cause                         I'm all alone, There's no one here beside                         me, My problems have all gone, There's                         no one to deride me, But you gotta have                         faith...

                                    SHREK                         Stop singing! It's no wonder you don't                         have any friends.

                                    DONKEY                         Wow. Only a true friend would be that                         cruelly honest.

                                    SHREK                         Listen, little donkey. Take a look at                         me. What am I?

                                    DONKEY                         (looks all the way up at Shrek) Uh ...really                         tall?

                                    SHREK                         No! I'm an ogre! You know. "Grab your                         torch and pitchforks." Doesn't that                         bother you?

                                    DONKEY                         Nope.

                                    SHREK                         Really?

                                    DONKEY                         Really, really.

                                    SHREK                         Oh.

                                    DONKEY                         Man, I like you. What's you name?

                                    SHREK                         Uh, Shrek.

                                    DONKEY                         Shrek? Well, you know what I like about                         you, Shrek? You got that kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-of-me                         thing. I like that. I respect that,                         Shrek. You all right. (They come over                         a hill and you can see Shrek's cottage.)                         Whoa! Look at that. Who'd want to live                         in place like that?

                                    SHREK                         That would be my home.

                                    DONKEY                         Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful.                         You know you are quite a decorator.                         It's amazing what you've done with such                         a modest budget. I like that boulder.                         That is a nice boulder. I guess you                         don't entertain much, do you?

                                    SHREK                         I like my privacy.

                                    DONKEY                         You know, I do too. That's another thing                         we have in common. Like I hate it when                         you got somebody in your face. You've                         trying to give them a hint, and they                         won't leave. There's that awkward silence.                         (awkward silence) Can I stay with you?

                                    SHREK                         Uh, what?

                                    DONKEY                         Can I stay with you, please?

                                    SHREK                         (sarcastically) Of course!

                                    DONKEY                         Really?

                                    SHREK                         No.

                                    DONKEY                         Please! I don't wanna go back there!                         You don't know what it's like to be                         considered a freak. (pause while he                         looks at Shrek) Well, maybe you do.                         But that's why we gotta stick together.                         You gotta let me stay! Please! Please!

                                    SHREK                         Okay! Okay! But one night only.

                                    DONKEY                         Ah! Thank you! (he runs inside the cottage)

                                    SHREK                         What are you...? (Donkey hops up onto                         a chair.) No! No!

                                    DONKEY                         This is gonna be fun! We can stay up                         late, swappin' manly stories, and in                         the mornin' I'm makin' waffles.

                                    SHREK                         Oh!

                                    DONKEY                         Where do, uh, I sleep?

                                    SHREK                         (irritated) Outside!

                                    DONKEY                         Oh, well, I guess that's cool. I mean,                         I don't know you, and you don't know                         me, so I guess outside is best, you                         know. Here I go. Good night. (Shrek                         slams the door.) (sigh) I mean, I do                         like the outdoors. I'm a donkey. I was                         born outside. I'll just be sitting by                         myself outside, I guess, you know. By                         myself, outside. I'm all alone...there's                         no one here beside me...

              SHREK'S COTTAGE - NIGHT

              Shrek is getting ready for dinner. He sits himself down and lights               a candle made out of earwax. He begins to eat when he hears a               noise. He stands up with a huff.

                                    SHREK                         (to Donkey) I thought I told you to                         stay outside.

                                    DONKEY                         (from the window) I am outside.

              There is another noise and Shrek turns to find the person that               made the noise. He sees several shadows moving. He finally turns               and spots 3 blind mice on his table.

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Wrong Number Series Part 19

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! YOU GUYS DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH I’VE WORKED ON THIS OMG!!!!! OKOK FIRST, I would like to give a huuuge thanks to my friend Ambar and also Bambi for proof reading because of my impeccable grammar wow you guys are dah best in the west!!!! 

I really hope you guys enjoy this story!!! Word of advice IF YOU HAVEN’T READ WNS SINCE THE BEGINNING THEN I SUGGEST YOU START THERE! ALSO DON’T SKIP AHEAD!!! I reference part 16 and this is a continuation from where story 3 left off! Thank you guys for sticking with me for a whole year and for those that are new I hope we can have many great times together! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AND HAPPY READING!!! ^^^^^^^^^^

Word Count: 6442

Scenario: A member (to be revealed) texts you thinking it another member - Suggested

I found myself reluctantly warming up the stew I cooked last night. There was so much left over, I decided I’d give some to the bothersome stranger and save myself a couple bucks. It didn't come out as appetizing as it could have seeing that I cooked it while I was rather distracted but he should be grateful I'm taking him anything at all. I hope he likes it, I quickly shake the intrusive thought away as I continued stirring. Why would I think that? I couldn’t care less if he likes it or not. Though admittedly, I couldn’t help but hope that my stew helps speed up his recovery. Focused on the stew, I picture what his reaction would be like. Knowing him, he’ll probably text me afterwards complaining that it was “too simple” or “not prepared properly”. Despite that negative thought, a smile densely crept onto my face. Quickly catching myself, I placed my cold hands on my cheeks and gave a harsh tap. I have to get ahold of myself if I’m going to be making a personal delivery to this guy. Don’t be like this. This is no time to act foolish, I scolded myself. With a renewed disposition, I poured the stew in a clean container and headed out.

 Upon arriving at the pharmacy, I quickly realized I had no clue which medicine to buy for him. Should I ask him or just buy whichever? If I get the wrong medicine, he’ll probably make me come back for a different kind, I wouldn't put that past him. Well, better safe than sorry. I whipped out my phone after debating and asked him his preference.

Whatever works for headaches and fatigue. And something for fevers too please!

 Headache, fatigue, and fever. He must be having a hard time on his own, not that I care. He doesn't sound picky but I grabbed two different medications just in case. As I’m walking to the snack aisle, my phone suddenly vibrates in my pocket.

 What about food?

 If I tell him I'm bringing my homemade stew he might get the wrong idea. Or he'll complain. Either way, I'd rather just let him find the stew on his counter without having to talk to him about it. I wonder if he'll reimburse me for all this, it's only fair. I should bring it up.

 Of course, I'll leave the money on the kitchen counter.

 Did I just…? I cannot believe I just asked a sick person to pay me back. The slight guilt is settling in when another text comes in.

 When you arrive just give the people at the front gate your name, they'll let you through.

 Doesn’t he live in a dorm? What kind of dorms have a front gate?

 We just say that so people won't go looking for our house. Anyway, I'll leave the front door unlocked so just come in and the kitchen will be through the second door on your left. Leave everything on the counter and leave.

 Sounds simple enough. I should probably buy something to defend myself with in case the worst happens. I find a case of pepper spray and place it in my basket along with the medicine and some chocolate I added for myself. Then a thought suddenly hit me. If I don't see him, how is he going to explain to me how he knows my name?

 I'll text it to you obviously. Unless you changed your mind and want to stay and chat with me? 😏

 Oh, duh. I’m not thinking straight; it must be nerves. I just want to get this over with as soon as possible and go home.

 I'm going to sleep so don't be noisy and text me when you leave. And don't touch anything!

 Ugh, how annoying. How does he manage to be rude to someone that’s doing him such a big favor? I can't believe this jerk actually got me to go through with this. At least now I don't feel so bad about bringing him my half-assed stew. Rolling my eyes, I put my phone in my pocket and headed to the checkout register.

  I typed in the address he sent me as I settled in my car. It doesn’t seem to be too far away from here. I followed the GPS directions and before I knew it, I was in a neighborhood I could only dream to live in. No way, is this thing broken? I thought to myself and rechecked the address. I typed it in correctly. Why is it taking me to this neighborhood? The houses just kept getting nicer and bigger the more I drove and I started feeling somewhat embarrassed driving my car through here, not that it’s a bad car but compared to these houses I feel as if I’m driving a trash can with wheels. Perhaps he gave me the wrong address. I kept driving until I arrived to the last house on the block.

 "Destination, arrived." The monotonous GPS voice stated.

 Is this the right house? Though I could hardly even see the house due to the tall stone wall blocking it, I caught a preview through the entrance gate and it was stunning.

 "Hello, Miss. Are you lost?" A guard asked, walking up to my stopped car.

 "Oh, hello! I think I might be, I'm looking for this address." I said showing him the text the stranger sent me with his address.

 "This is it, but nobody's allowed in without permission. I’m sorry you traveled all the way here.” He informed seriously. “Please drive back safely.” He started to walk away as I searched for my next words.

 "Wait!" I shouted. The guard turned back, a slightly irritated look on his face. "Um, you see, I have to get in there. It’s important!"

 "I really hate sasaengs." I’m sure I heard him mumble under his breath. "Why don't you be a good fan and let these boys rest!” He exclaimed back at me. Fan? So that means… he wasn't lying, this guy is actually an idol.

 “W-well I was ordered to bring food and medicine by someone who lives here. My names Y/n." I explained, hoping the stranger actually gave the guard my name.

 “Oh!” He seemed to suddenly recall something. “Yes, I was told you were coming! I apologize!” He deeply bowed before hurrying to his station and opening the wide gates. “Please leave your car by the tree on your right, Miss!” He smiled widely, his sudden shift in character took me by surprise.

 “O-okay, right, thank you!" I spoke from my window and drove through the open gates. It seems like he has to deal with unwelcome people coming here often, it must be taxing.

 I parked my car in front of the large tree, as instructed, and shut off the engine. How could someone so ill-mannered live in such a beautiful house? Do all idols get homes like this? Is this why he’s so full of himself? I promptly put those thoughts on the back-burner and concentrated on getting this over with as quickly as possible. Taking a second to mentally prepare myself, I closed my eyes and took a calming breath then gathered everything I bought and headed towards the entrance.

 Standing in front of the door, I took the pepper spray out of the plastic bag before cautiously turning the door knob. The front door was unlocked, as promised, and opened with ease. As I walked in, I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on the spray before my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me. Everything looked so…expensive. It’s no wonder he told me not to touch anything. I was afraid even breathing would ruin its beauty. For such a large house, it was rather warm and comforting yet highly intimidating.

 Looking around, I could tell there wasn’t a single soul in sight. I wonder where he is right now? I scanned the entrance once more. There was a door followed by a dark hallway to my right, a grand staircase straight ahead and two more doors on my left. My eyes locked on the second door and I’m immediately reminded of my mission. That must be the kitchen. There’s nowhere to put my shoes…do I just walk in like this? Quickly shutting the door behind me, I took gentle steps toward the kitchen, afraid of leaving shoe stains on the shiny floor. Last thing I need is him complaining about me dirtying up his perfect home.

 I opened the kitchen door and marveled in it’s magnificence as I set the plastic bag filled with medicine and my homemade stew on the counter. This kitchen looks as though it’s never been touched. The fridge is nearly empty besides a couple of energy drinks. I took the stew out of the bag and stored it in the empty fridge then continued examining the kitchen. Oh, he actually left me money. There, on the opposite side of the counter, was a wad of cash. Is he trying to show off? I picked it up, rolling my eyes. There’s no way over-the-counter medicine would cost this much. It would be wrong to take so much money and for such a simple task, I think as I set it back down next to his medicine. How could someone with this much money not have his fridge stocked with food? I sighed, feeling frustrated for some odd reason. Whatever the reason, I did my part, the rest is not my problem. I walked out of the kitchen, quietly shutting the door behind me and began carefully walking back towards the entrance when suddenly, *CRASH*!

  I jumped at the thundering sound of something breaking. Standing there, as the sound bounced off the walls throughout the large entrance, I shakingly took the pepper spray out of my pocket expecting someone to emerge from the dark hallway but… no one came. That’s odd. The stranger had said he was home alone. Could he have dropped something? Oh no, what if he fainted again?! What do I do? I instinctively took a step toward the direction of the sound but quickly stopped myself. I don’t know what I could be walking into. If I check, I could possibly be risking my life... however, if I leave... I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something bad actually happened to him. Damn it.

 Heart pounding, I cautiously made my way down the dark hallway where the sound seemed to originate from; the only light coming from the slightly ajar door at the end. Taking the lightest steps, I cautiously peeked inside.

 There was nothing but an empty bed with blankets piled on top. I gently pushed the door open a tad more and immediately spotted the source of the sound. What looked like a once-luxurious glass vase was now shattered into multiple pieces on the bedroom floor. But more importantly, kneeling right next to it was the back of a slim, dark-haired man in sweats and a t-shirt. That must be him. I stood in the doorway and watched as he repeatedly tried to pick himself up, falling lower and lower with each failed attempt. Even from my distance, I could clearly see that his ears were red and sweat was beading down his long neck. He finally gave up - or more so his body gave out - and just sat there, holding himself up with both hands. I watched his back unsteadily rise up and down as he gradually caught his breath.

 My heart ached for reasons beyond my knowledge and I couldn’t stand and watch any longer. My legs moved before my mind could catch up and before I realized it, I was standing right behind him.

 “Um, are you okay?”  I asked. Obviously, he wasn’t but those were the first words that I managed to say amidst my panic. He kept his head down without responding. “Sorry for barging in here like this. I was just about to leave but heard something break and got kinda worried.” He didn’t move. Maybe he felt too weak to say anything?

 “Listen, I can’t just leave you here like this, it goes against my morals.” I said jokingly, feeling anxious considering he wasn’t reacting at all. I extended my hand toward his face, regrettably hidden by his hair. “Let me help you to your bed at least, before I go.” I waited for a couple seconds with my hand extended when he suddenly spoke.

 “Don’t go…” He mumbled toward the ground, at least, that’s what I think he said.

 “Huh?” I replied, dumbfounded. Did I hear him correctly? He spoke so softly I could hardly make out what he said but…what else could he have said?

 He suddenly raised his hand and I immediately reached to take hold of it only to have him weakly push it aside. Slowly, he stood himself up on wobbly legs and made his way to the bed. He swayed as he walked and I instinctively wanted to reach out and steady him but resisted the urge and watched from close behind. Even though he didn’t stand up straight, I could tell he was tall. But why was he looking away from me? It’s almost as if he was intentionally hiding his face. He landed on the bed face down with a grunt and weakly pulled the pile of blankets over his body.

 I stood there awkwardly, with nothing to do but stare at him with worry. Can I really go home after seeing him like this? He said his members won't be home all day, can he manage all by himself? I shouldn't even be here, he has no choice but to manage alone.

 “Um, excuse me…” I called out to him but he still doesn’t reply. “I left your medicine on the kitchen counter and put the food in the refrigerator.” I paused. He was facing the opposite direction yet I could still hear his faint breathing getting steadily slower in the quiet house. Did he fall asleep already? “I’ll just get going then… good luck!”

 I awkwardly tiptoed my way out and softly closed his bedroom door. I stood in the pitch black hallway for a minute, gathering my crowded thoughts. Is it really okay to leave like this? I recalled watching how much he struggled just to stand up and my heart ached again. He was sweating so much and his ears looked as though steam would come out of them at any second, yet he covered himself with so many blankets. His fever might spike, if it hasn’t already. I don’t think medicine alone will help him. On top of that, what did he really say before standing up? I thought I heard him tell me not to go but… that doesn’t make any sense. There were so many thoughts running through my mind, I was starting to feel a headache coming.

 Why am I doing this? I sharply asked myself as my feet led me back into the kitchen. I searched around and found a random rag; taking it to the sink, I soaked then wrung it out. Hurrying back to his room, I gently pushed the door open. He’s still in the same position, breathing steadier and deeper than before. Tiptoeing over to him, I could see sweat continuing to run down his neck. He has most of his face buried in his pillow, how am I supposed to get this cloth on his forehead? I tapped his broad shoulder hoping to wake him up but he seemed to be out cold so I opted for gently placing it on the nape of his neck instead.

 His body was absolutely buried under blankets. No wonder his fever’s so high. Idiot. Would it be inappropriate for me to remove some? In the state he’s in, he won't even notice if I do. He’ll thank me for it later; I began to rid him of all but one blanket, before folding the rest and placing them at the foot of the bed. Okay, I’ve done enough, I told myself feeling foolish for caring so much to begin with. I took one last look at his sleeping figure and smiled in satisfaction knowing that my small improvements will aid in his recovery.

 I finally leave the bedroom and make my way back to the entrance. Why did I go through all that trouble for him? Did I suddenly develop a soft spot for the sick or something? I don't know what came over me just now, maybe it was a spell cast by the broken vase. I laughed in ridicule at myself. I wonder how he managed to knock it over. He must have tried to get up or something and somehow broke it on his own way down. I don’t think he’ll be able to clean it up anytime soon in his condition. He might actually hurt himself if it's just left on the floor. After somehow convincing myself, I’m - once again - in his kitchen. There must be something in here to put the broken glass in.

 “Ah-hah!” I resounded when I spotted the plastic bag from the convenience store, this is perfect. I quickly dumped all the stuff I bought onto the counter and rushed back to his room. I peeked and found him still sound asleep then snuck in and quietly, began to pick up the shattered glass. The vase looked like it was worth more than my car, what a pity it’s now reduced to pieces.

 Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sense of deja vu. My dream! My hands stopped moving as I remembered the recurring dream I've had for the past two nights. The dark hallway, the broken vase, the stranger. It was all too similar. Was that some sort of prophetic dream? No, that’s silly, this was probably just a freaky coincidence… right? It had to be. A strong urge to see the stranger’s face suddenly came over me. I looked back at his sleeping figure and could no longer help but wonder what I had been refusing to let myself even think all this time. Who is he? He wasn't lying about being an idol, I know that now. I don’t normally care much for celebrities but… one peek wouldn't hurt, right? This may be my only chance to confirm his identity and finally be able to put a face to the mystery messenger.

 I cautiously stood up and made my way to his bedside. How do I do this discreetly? Slightly leaned forward, I tried to distinguish his ears and part of his cheek since that was the only part of his face not buried in his pillow. Who could this be? There is no way for me to know from just this. Feeling frustrated, I hovered forward a little more and accidentally bumped the bed with my knee. Ouch!

 “Mmm?” He moaned into the pillow and began to shuffle.

 Shit shit shit! I tried to straighten myself up but to my dismay, my clumsy feet betrayed me and sent me slipping into my doom.

 “Agh!” I yelped as I landed on top of him. “Oh God! I’m so sorry! I-I slipped!” I quickly apologized, lifting myself, utterly mortified. I felt an intense stare on me and looked up. He looked confused but more than that he looked perfectly familiar. As soon as my eyes reached his, my body completely froze. What the hell?!!! Am I seeing right? Wait. What the hell?! This is… no, it can’t possibly be. This doesn’t feel real, it’s almost as if I’m staring at a picture. I can’t move. I must have slipped and knocked myself out and now I’m dreaming, right? No, this is definitely real. At least blink, goddammit! I fought with myself for who knows how long before he finally spoke.

 “Surprised?” He smirked weakly. I continued to stare at him as my brain gradually registered who I was looking at, unable to will myself to look away.

 “You’re heavy” He croaked. This is impossible. How could he be the one behind those texts?

 “Why…?” I finally managed to breath out in the midst of my confusion.

 “I don’t know, maybe because you eat? Really, get off me, I'm too weak.” He groaned. I finally managed to rip my gaze from his face and looked down. My arms must have given out considering I was, once again, laying on his torso.

 “S-sorry!” I stuttered finally standing myself up on shaky legs. “I’m just- it’s because- you…” I couldn’t get my thoughts together enough to form a proper sentence.

 “You’re more surprised than I imagined you’d be.” He chuckled as he feebly lifted himself into a sitting position, removing the damp cloth from his forehead. “Still, it’s entertaining.”

 This…this jerk! I thought I felt a connection with him the day we met at the fan meet but he’s been laughing at me this whole time. I texted him all about how I felt that day. It was all entertainment to him. I feel so stupid! I wanted to get angry and run away but my legs wouldn’t listen to me. All I could do was stand there like an idiot while he watched in amusement. I suddenly felt something wet run down my cheek but I couldn’t even bother wiping it away.

 Sehun’s eyes suddenly grew wide and he immediately jumped out of bed.

 “Wait. No, no, no, please don’t cry!” He begged apologetically, standing up in front of me not knowing what to do. “I was just joking! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” It looked like he was about to wipe away my tears when startlingly, his knees buckled and he lands on the side of the bed. Seeing him look as though he was about to faint snapped me out of my self-pity.

 “You… shouldn’t stand up so quickly in your condition.” I muttered looking away and wiping at my involuntary tears, feeling embarrassed that I cried in front of him. “Lay down. Since you made me bring it all the way here, make sure you take the medicine.” I went on, trying to control my spiraling thoughts. After all this, why am I still helping him? Is it because he’s Oh Sehun? Or because he’s the stranger who’s kept me company these past few days? “You look a little less feverish than earlier but take them anyway.” I continued, detached. “And eat, I brought you stew so that should help.”

 “Um, thank you…” He replied shyly, I could feel him staring at me but I couldn't bring myself to look back. “I didn’t expect you to do this much. Uh, I’m really grateful…I owe you one.” I glanced up at his words and saw him try to smile the same cocky smile from a couple days ago, the same smile from my dream, but the strength it took was apparent on his face and he closed his eyes instead.

 I watched him as he furrowed his eyebrows and raised the damp cloth back on his forehead. He looked noticeably paler than he did at the fan signing. Just looking at his face felt surreal. Most girls would kill to be in my position; heck, I would've killed to be in my position. Yet, I wanted nothing more than to leave.

 “Don’t worry about it…” I responded feeling undesirably flustered as I fidgeted with the bottom of my shirt. Then, taking a deep breath for the sake of my nerves, I continued, “Anyway, the stuff you asked for is in the kitchen so I’ll just get going now.” I hastily turned around and walked toward the door, desperate to leave.

 “Don’t go!” He suddenly called out. I stopped in my tracks. Why would he say that? Does he want me to stay and continue making a fool of myself? Or… does he sincerely want me to stay? At once, a part of my dream came to light, the reason I had been running. Everything else in that dream happened already, all I have left to do is run. Run away from this place. Run away from him. My legs began to move again when I heard a heavy thud. I turned around and found him on his knees again, this time looking up at me.

 “I fell.” He stated with a weak smile looking slightly embarrassed. Did he just try to come after me? Why? I ran over to him and helped him sit back on his bed.

 “I told you not to get up too quickly!” I scolded.

 “Well, why did you keep walking?” He asked. Is he pouting?

 “What?” I responded, thrown aback by his sudden question.

 “I asked you not to go but you kept walking.” He said, annoyed. “I was going to run after you but that didn’t go as planned, obviously.”

 “Why would you run after me?” I asked, unable to understand. It doesn’t make any sense, why does nothing make sense with this guy?

 “I told you, I… don’t want you to go.” Sehun answered, honestly.

 I still couldn’t completely comprehend why he wouldn’t want me to leave yet my face began to flush and I felt the need to run away clawing at me. Perhaps I’m just a coward but situations like this have always completely unnerved me. However, for the first time in my life, my desire to stay greatly overpowered my impulse to run. I took a deep, centering breath and began walking toward the door.

 “H-Hey, wait!” Sehun yelled after me, upset.

 “I’ll be right back.” I called back and could feel his confused eyes follow me as I walked out of his room.

 Making my way to the kitchen, I tried not think too much and instead hurriedly opened several cupboards until I found one filled with cups. I filled a cup with water then grabbed the strongest of the two medications I bought before heading back to Sehun's room. This time, stopping in front of his bedroom door instead of barging in like the first two times, I knocked before I heard his voice ring out.

 “Oh, now you knock!” Sehun complained from the other side of the door. “Come in!” He chimed, chuckling as I opened the door and awkwardly let myself in.

 “Sorry for barging in your room so much.” I apologized, slightly embarrassed by my continuous poor manners.

 “At least you knocked this time.” He said still chuckling sweetly, causing my face to grow hot.

 “Um, I brought your medicine since you can’t seem to get out of bed without falling over.” I said trying to distract him and myself from my flushed face. As I was about to set it down on his bedside table, he reached out and took the glass and medicine from my hands. His fingertips grazed my hand and I gasped at their warmth.

 “You’re so hot!” I blurted.

 “Pfft, no need for flattery.” He said, cockily flipping his short bangs to the side. Not having time to feel annoyed, my hand automatically found it’s way to his forehead making his eyes widened in surprise.

 “You’re burning up!” I exclaimed. How high is this guys fever?! I looked at him and realized his cheeks were flushed and he was sweating again. He stared at me with wide eyes as I took the now warm rag from him and speedily made my way to the kitchen to put some cool moisture back into it. I happened to find another cloth and quickly returned with both in hand.

 “There’s a bathroom with a working sink right there, ya know?” He cleverly pointed out as I walked back into the room.

 “Oh, that’s convenient.” I murmured, more worried about getting these cool cloths on him than the distance I was walking. “Here, put this one on your forehead and this one on your neck.” I said handing him the damp cloths.

 “Okay, thanks.” He naturally obeyed.

 “Here.” I took the medicine jar from his hand and handed him a single pill. “It says on the label to take one every 4-6 hours so you should set an alarm to remind you. I think every 4 hours would be better, since you might die if you wait.”

 “Don’t sugar coat it, I’m dying today, aren’t I?” He said feigning anguish.

 “You should’ve died yesterday. Consider it a miracle if you see another day.” I jested.

 “Ah, I’ll be sure to give thanks tonight then.” He replied, gratefully clasping his hands together before we both couldn’t hold back our grins anymore and let out our giggles. I didn’t realize what I had been doing until now. I’m helping him again. Why am I joking around with him so calmly? I wasn’t even supposed to meet him today, I should've been home by now watching T.V. or staring at my ceiling. My thoughts continued as I watched him raise the pill to his lips.

 “Wait, shouldn't I eat something before taking this?” He paused, looking at me waiting for an answer.

 “Oh… w-when was your last meal?” I asked dumbfounded after being snapped out of my thoughts.

 “Hmm… yesterday? Yeah, I haven't left my room since Suho left yesterday so maybe around… 8 am?” He recalled slowly. It’s 2 pm right now! So he hasn’t eaten in 30 hours?!

 “You were right, you probably wouldn't have survived if I didn’t bring you food and meds.” I admitted matter-of-factly, trying to hide my genuine shock.

 “Told you.” he spoke triumphantly. I glowered my eyes at him and walked toward the door.

 “Wait, where are you going now?” I heard him call out displeased, but I ignored his words and kept walking.

 The stew I brought from home was chilled by now after being in the fridge so I grabbed a clean pot, turned on the stove, and began warming some of it up. His kitchen was so spacious, I could only imagine how amazing it’d be to cook in, I wish I could do that everyday. Wait what? Why would I think such an absurd thing? I’ve really let my guard down since I discovered who the stranger was. Now that I have a moment to stop and think, my mind became clustered again.

 I feel like I’m in a dream. How did Oh Sehun end up texting me out of all people? And why would he continue to text me the way he did? I never pinned him as the sadistic type. Everything is starting to make sense now. He must have accidentally texted me thinking it was Junmyeon’s number. And I actually did make him miss practice that day so I understand why he was so mad at me. EXO’s schedule is vigrous from what I’ve heard then adding an extra 3 hours of practice to his already unfair schedule and during a comeback no less. Of course he got so sick, he overworked himself. It all really is my fault. I had no right to think so badly of him. The guilt was so overwhelming tears started forming in my eyes. The stew boiled as if mimicking my feelings and I quickly shut off the stove. There’s no way I can make this up to him, I wouldn’t blame him if he resents me for what I put him through.

 I knocked on Sehun’s door but heard no answer. Pushing the slightly open door, I walked in with a bowl of hot stew in my hands. He was still in a sitting position but his head now hung to the side. He fell asleep again. How could someone fall asleep in that position? He looks so peaceful, I thought to myself as I placed the stew on his bedside table. Not sure whether to let him rest or wake him up, I just stood there examining him. His breathing is steadier and his cold sweats seem to have stopped. The damp cloth was slowly sliding off his forehead and I reached out and caught it just in time.

 “Mm?” Sehun opened his eyes sleepily and took in his surroundings. He noticed me hovering in front of him with the cloth in-between my hand and his face, then smirked.

 “W-what are you looking at?!” I stuttered defensively as I let the rag drop and stumbled away from him. I felt my face growing hot again, damn it. Why does he keep making me blush?

 “Me?! You’re the one who looked like you were about to sneak a kiss or something.” He sassed, obviously enjoying himself.

 “Y-you wish!” I exclaimed, my face now burning. Did I really look like that? Or is he trying to embarrass me on purpose? He smiled satisfied and picked up the rag that fell in his lap, placing it back on his forehead.

 “Shut up and eat!” I ordered embarrassed, pointing towards the bowl beside him.

 “What’s this?” He said, examining it with a doubtful eye.

 “Oh, it’s stew…” I answered, not wanting to mention that it’s my homemade stew.

 “Stew? Where’d you get it?” He asked, swirling the spoon around and checking it ingredients. It’s hard to read his expression right now.

 “Um, well actually I…made it…” I admitted hesitantly. A look of surprise and maybe even confusion filled his face.

 “You made this? For me?” He asked puzzled, pointing to himself.

 “Pfft, you wish!” I replied slightly amused by his reaction. “I made too much last night and thought I’d get rid of some.” I affirmed.

 “Oh.” He muttered, seemingly disappointed. “Well, thanks for your selfless consideration.” He retorted. Slowly, he raised the spoon to his lips and took a mouthful. I thought I saw his eyes momentarily widen before he started downing the stew. Before I knew it, he was wiping the side of his lips with his hand and setting the cleared bowl to the side. He must have been so hungry.

 “Did you… like it?” I accidentally asked aloud. Why am I worried about whether he liked it or not?

 “It was decent.” He approved. I didn’t know anyone else was going to eat it when I made it last night so I didn’t try my best. I wanted to explain that to him but, I really shouldn’t care so much. Shaking away my thoughts, I grabbed the empty bowl.

 “Care for seconds?” I offered kindly.

 “Please, I’m starving.” He accepted, patting his belly as if to show there’s room for more. After yet another trip to the kitchen, I quickly returned with a full bowl and handed it to Sehun. He ate it almost as quickly as the last.

 “Ah, that hit the spot.” He proclaimed, satisfied.

 “I’m glad you liked it!” I said, grinning uncontrollably. His unexpected reaction sends butterflies down my stomach.

 “Who said I liked it?” He teased.

 “You didn’t have to say it.” I replied pointing at a food spot on his face.

 “Well, I guess it wasn’t bad.” He refused to admit he liked it as he wiped his mouth. How stubborn.

 “Sure, sure.” I said rolling my eyes, taking the bowl from him. “There’s plenty more in the fridge for later.”

 “Thanks, I’ll let you know when I’m hungry again.” He smiled brightly. Did he expect me to stay longer? I couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

 “Okay, well time for your medicine!” I quickly changed the subject before my red cheeks gave me away and handed him the glass of water and a pill.

 “Thanks.” Sehun said before swallowing the pill and gulping down the water. Exhaling in relief, he closed his eyes and leans his head against the headboard. “Finally.” he sighed. I watched him and guilt filled my heart.

 “Sorry…” I barely managed to whisper through the knot in my throat.

 “Huh?” He opened his eyes and looked at me attentively. I stared back into his eyes and the sincere warmth in them pushed me over the edge and tears began to fall. “W-what? Why are you crying again?!” Sehun looked at me with worry and confusion.

 I tried my hardest to hold back the tears and pull myself together but the guilt was eating at me. I thought his threatening to ruin my peaceful life with that SNS post was such a horrible thing to do, but now I can see that it was all a bluff. He wouldn’t do something so cruel. All he really wanted was to get a little payback. I was the only one causing real harm here. He’s being so lenient about it as if his whole week hasn’t been hell because of me. As if I’m not the reason he can’t even get out of bed right now. Why isn’t he being a jerk like I thought he was? Why doesn’t he kick me out of his house or put me in my place? He shouldn’t want to see my face after everything I’ve said and caused. My thoughts ate away at each other as Sehun watched me.

 “Y/n, tell me what’s wrong?” He finally asked and the sound of my name coming so delicately from his lips sent more unexpected butterflies to my stomach. My mind suddenly went blank and all I could think about was the electricity radiating from him. Should I be allowed to feel this? How can there be this… connection from two people who supposedly hate each other? He suddenly reached out to me but I automatically evaded his touch. He drew back his hand and looked up at me, the expression on his face was unclear. We stared at each other for a while, my mind filled with remorse, his eyes flooded with concern. I thought I would melt if I looked at him any longer.

 “Um, I should go.” I finally spoke, breaking eye contact and wiping my loose tears away.

 “Y/n, is everything okay?” Sehun continued to carefully observe me.

 “I have to go.” I said, suddenly feeling my impulse growing stronger, making me want to run as far from Sehun as possible. I need to get out of here, I told myself.

 “Wait, Y/n!” Sehun hollered as I turned and mindlessly walked to the door. “Don’t go, please!” He called out to me and I heard his bed shuffle. Not looking back, I picked up the pace and ran out to the hallway, through the front door and to my car. Why am I running? I thought to myself as my phone started vibrating in my pocket.

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