#BUDDIE ROOMATES CONFIRMED?

[searchingforglendowerwithleah]

First you “kill” Bobby and now you’re hiding Eddie???

[asummersarah]

so let me get this straight this season:

maddie said it wouldn't be crazy if buck was in love with eddie

buck said he didn't sleep with everyone he has feelings for

confirmed tommy broke up with buck cause he saw eddie as competition

buck slept with tommy cause he missed eddie

buddie roomates

buckley-diaz family scenes

only for nothing to happen in the finale?!? and buck planning on moving out cause the diaz house "was never really his"?? tim minear you better get your shit together and fast if you don't want the show cancelled

[themugghost]

au "roomates" for chamber

- genre : fluff - just normal event

-characters : chamber - sova - mention of other characters (my verion of rk900)

- note : I have alot of aus for chamber this only one of them. I don't ship sova and chamber. I see them would be great buddies. This should be a scenario of the au.

-Summary of this au : by chance chamber met a person who told him " this should be the apartment I'm staying in" which was shock to the French man. Little did he know this was a point that changed his life completely.

-Summary of this fic : sova is trying to get back to the others in paris but met the retired French man.

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Part 1

It was quite. Usually Paris is busy city,noise everywhere, people talking and laughing, cars passing by with music coming from it, etc

But today the weather was unfortunately cold even harsh. It been raining for while.

Making it more bad for Vincent apartment. It was beautiful apartment besides the river, the balcony view allows you to see the famous wonder of Paris the Eiffel tower.

But today Vincent closed the balcony, preventing the cold from getting in. He wishes nine out there is alright although he knows fully well that there's nothing can bother him.

Nine always cared for Vincent like older brother would do, the funny thing that Vincent was the older here, he remember Nine leaving in hurry commanding Vincent to stay at home, Vincent argued but Nine insisted, and there Vincent couldn't help so agreed.

Vincent watched the wolves sleep together "karl" and "snorri" peacefully behind the couch. Vincent grown to hate loneliness, in first it was fine not knowing he need company or comfort of another person. Now there he is will die rather to admit. But he appreciate it so much. So nine left the wolfs for him to accompany him.

For now his mind is dragging him slowly to the darkest places.his past and his crimes.... the protocol.... his.. double... He sighed it been long time since he quit the protocol. Leaving everything behind for new page of life where he want to be-

A knock on door cut his train of thoughts. Who could be visiting him in such weather like this ?, only one way to find out. He walked to the door he opened it, Vincent froze in his place. The figure in blue stood frozen too.

Sova slowly lowering his hoodie down taking a look at the man who parted from the team long ago for reason he doesn't know.

"Hello.." as sova greeted the wind went colder making sova shiver. "Come get in!" Vincent said as he took sova elbow pulling him in from the cold. Vincent shivers too, "Спасибо...".

The silent was awkward. It was hard for Vincent because his mind was racing alot of thoughts and questions. But it was cut by the wolfs of course they would get up at once for anything happen. They begin to sniff sova who was looking in awe at them his mind was busy too of questions and staying still so wolfs could know he is no danger.

So they sat down after checking looking at Vincent as if they were waiting for confirmation making the French man smile a little. "Yes he is okay" with this they laid down looking happy continuing whatever shenanigans they doing.

"Wolfs?" Sova said still looking at them then looking at Vincent once more "well...yes..as you see they belong to another person...but their company is pleasing no?". It was weird talking because he used to talk differently to the others in the past but however. "Sova.. it's terrible weather out there" Vincent remarked.

"Yes.. it's but it's no difference like in Russia". He took a good look at Vincent he wasn't that formal man he was seeing before. The French man was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with deep red long cardigan that looks handmade it's neatly done and finally grey pants.

"Liking my cardigan sova?or it's because I wear no glasses?" He couldn't help but teasing with the Russian he smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Sova didn't realise for a sec that Vincent doesn't wear glasses, for and wow he looked so different, his eyes are beautiful- no stop.

"Yes... I mean.. how would you walk around?" Sova decided to tease him back earning a not amusing face from Vincent he sighed rolling his eyes "when you people will know there's glasses to protect your eyes? God come sit down I don't know why we are standing so long".

"Thank you..."

"Please put your bag here" Vincent pointed to the place he went to the kitchen "well what the Russian perfer to drink?"

"Tea?"

"Okay"

Then sova focused on the French apartment it was quite big apartment. The furniture was Deep blue and turquoise. The walls are covered with neat paintings of views he doesn't know and others that's him and other people family? they look quite weird.then eyes drafted to the decorations. A vase of flowers and the large piano. so he loves playing music. Then lastly notice a pair of leather gloves, sova notice it's not the one he remembers instead it's made with viking designs he notice the incredible work of the braids and symbols on it.

Vincent was French man and this puzzled him a little however who done it is work of art. "Liking the gloves?" Vincent said placing the cup of tea for sova and then his on table and noticed "Chess?"

"Yes I do play but I won already ... unless you want to play?" The French man offered as he began to drink his tea.

"No thank you". Sova took a sip of tea as well it was amazing.

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[Part2]

[jeonjagia]

30 Days- One

"Oh my God!" I groan as I see that my flight, and thousands others have been cancelled. What am I going to do now?! I was supposed to travel overseas for a business conference for my work, however with the travel ban now in place, that is not going to happen. The five hours I spent packing means nothing now. Pulling my two suitcases along, I sigh as I find a place to sit and figure out what to do. I could just go home, however my work needs to know that I was unable to make it on the flight. Pulling out my phone I find my boss' number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Amanda? I wasn't able to make it onto the flight to Italy for the conference. I'm sorry," I apologize

"Oh, Yuna, That's okay, we just decided to make it a video call. I was about to call you."

"Oh, okay, would you like me to come in and join?"

"No," she sighs. I can visualize her running a hand through her hair, people walking hurriedly around her. The place has been busy since the president declared a national emergency. "You can go home, you have completed enough of the project for the next few days,"

Will I get paid time off? Is the question I am too afraid to ask. Amanda seems to know what's on my mind.

"You will get PTO Yuna," Sighing I acknowledge. "See you next week!" she says before hanging up. I look at my phone. I mean I know she's busy but she doesn't have to cut me off like that.

Shoving my phone back in my hoodie pocket, I stand up. Now off to home again. Rolling my luggage ebing me i walk down the airport terminal. I was so close to traveling to Italy. I sigh to myself. Oh well. Maybe when this whole sickness passes I can travel.

Pausing to pull out my earbuds, I hear raised voices.

"Our flights cancelled?!" it yells. I look up startled, trying to find where it is coming from. "But we need to get back home!" it complains. A murmur of low conversation follows. The voice doesn't seem to happy still. You and me both buddy. I think to myself as I untangle my earbuds.

"괜찮을거야," I hear another voice speak. Is it really going to be okay though? I think to myself. Freezing i realize i just translated Korean to english. We're in America. Who is speaking Korean? Curiosity getting the best of me, I inch closer to the voices, forgetting my tangled earbuds. There is a crowd of people in one spot. This must be where they are. I try to casually look in between them. A TV screen is showing cancelled flights. I feign to look at it as I inch closer.

"Hyung, we don't have anything scheduled till mid may. It's alright if we vacation a little bit in the U.S of A." a younger voice speaks up. I know that voice, I realize. To confirm my suspicions I peek between the people to catch a glimpse of a body. Yup, defiantly them I confirm, face turning red as I realize my idols are standing before me, not knowing that I'm here. What do Ido? Do I just leave and not bother them? Or say hi? They said they like meeting fans. Also why aren't there any fans here? I wonder looking around. A group of their popularity would have fans around them.

Deciding I am way too shy to meet them, I pull out my earbuds to finish untangling them. I'll just be a creep and listen to them until they move on, then I'll go home. I nod to myself.

"You know, we don't bite," a voice murmurs in my ear from behind me. I freeze on the spot, head shooting up. That's Jimin, most definitely Jimin. Too scared to turn and look, i grimace to myself thinking of what to say. you have to say something! my head yells at me.

"I didn't want to bother you," I mutter pulling on my earbud chord. Will you not come undone already?! I yell mentally to my frustrating earbuds.

"Awe," Jimin coos coming around to the front. "You aren't bothering us,  we are in a pickle ourselves," he laughs. Looking up, I confirm it is most defiantly Jimin from BTS standing in front of me. My face once more turns red. Gosh darn genes, I groan inwardly.

Upon hearing Jimin's conversation with me, the rest of the crew becomes curious, and walk over.

"Who have you found?" Rm asks. "An ARMY," JImin replies, eyes smiling.

"Oh?" RM says stepping forward. "An ARMY?" he questions looking at me.

"Hi," I reply sheepishly.

"Hi," he responds giving me a kind smile. "You don't seem like the crazy ARMY's," he says brows furrowing.

"No," I shake my head, "I'm a shy one."

"And a red one," Yoongi laughs at my tomato face. I knew this would happen. I groan to myself.

"Awe, shes cute," Taehyung says stepping into view, showing his boxy smile.

"So why are you here?" Jin asks in English.

"Oh," I sigh, "I had a business conference in Italy that the flight got cancelled because of the travel ban, so now they're moving it to a video conference."

"Don't you need to be there?" RM asks.

"No," shaking my head, "my boss said to take the next few days off to be safe," I inform them. They nod in acknowledgement. Deciding its best to leave them at that, "okay, it was amazing meeting you finally, but I'll be heading home and not bothering you anymore," I state, gathering my things. As I start to head off, a voice stops me.

"Where do you think you're going?" The low rumble causing me to freeze. Jimin must have followed me. Turning, I reply, "home?" I watch as he shakes his head. "We just met you." he says slyly. He comes around and takes my luggage from me, my arms dont reply in time.

"Hey!" I protest weakly. He smiles at me as he moves away back toward the other guys. "That's my stuff!" I argue putting emphasis on the my . I follow him as he walks backwards. "Yeah?" he challenges. Setting my jaw, I didn't realize Jimin would be such a nuisance. "Give it to me," I say, lowering my voice as I grab the handle of my luggage. Jimin holds on, watching as I try to pry it from his grasp.  I can feel him laughing at me.

"Jimin, can you like...not?" I sigh getting frustrated as I straighten.

"Come on jagi, don't you want to be with us?" he coos, the pet name causing me to cringe.

"Do not call me jagi, and I would, but life is life," I reply grabbing the handle once more. Jimin looks surprised that I know what the word jagi means, but shakes off his emotion to return to his brat self.  He pouts as he pulls my luggage closer to his body.

"Oh, here we go," Jin mutters rubbing his forehead. Has this happened before? I wonder, noticing Jin's actions. How do I beat Chim at his own game? I think, eyes squinting. Aegyo. Is my answer.

Pulling my face into a pout, i stomp my foot making a whimper noise. The boys look surprised, "Chimmy, I need my luggage," I whine shaking my head. That got him. His face erupts into an eye smile as he laughs at my aegyo. Taking the distraction, I lunge and pull my suitcase out of his weakened grip. His face falls into seriousness. "That's not fair," he complains realizing he had been duped.  

"Gotta play dirty to get what you want," I shrug pulling my luggage closer. Jimin shakes his head running a hand through his hair. "Won't you stay for a little bit?" he asks, facade cast aside. I sigh at his persistence. "Jimin, I have a job, much like you, and a home that I need to get back to,"

"Do you have any pets you need to care for?" he asks suddenly, crossing his arms. Thinking, i reply, "yes, a lizard," i say slowly.

"Get someone to care for it," he says shortly.

"Jimin, Michi needs special care that not anyone knows about," I watch as Jimin's face is confused. I forgot I named my bearded dragon after G-Dragon's MichiGo meaning "go crazy". I wanted something short and meaningful, and Michi came out of it.

"Why did you just use crazy?" he asks, brows furrowing.

"Because I named him after G-Dragon's MichiGo," I reply. "Isn't there someone who can take care of him?" he asks. Sighing, I realize Jimin won't let go on this. Pulling out my phone, I call my roomate, telling her I won't be home tonight and leaving her instructions on what to do for Michi. While I'm talking, I glare at Jimin, he, however, just smiles satisfied back at me. Rolling my eyes as I hang up, I lightly punch him in the gut as I pass him pulling my luggage along.

"This better be good," I mutter. He groans in his act but soon follows me. "Yes," he says victoriously pumping his fist a little as I walk in the direction the rest of the boys are traveling.