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serialfirstdater · 2 months

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London #2: The British Software Engineer

My first date with the London Nurse was not the best, considering I felt catfished and a little trapped in the situation. However, within the same week, my dating experience did a 180.

The day after my date with the London Nurse, I swiped some people on the Thursday Dating app. This was before I went to the event that I paid for (where I met the Swedish Yogi). I matched with a cute British Software Engineer who, by all definitions, was very British-looking. Not the posh kind, but the modern version. He immediately set up our date for the following day.

Date #1

I knew upon seeing him I really liked his vibe and style because he's well dressed and knows what works for him. He is similar to Jenn Im's ex-husband, regarding facial features and style. Definitely did not look like someone who would be a software engineer.

He took me to Bounce, a cool ping pong place with amazing music in Shoreditch, and paid for our entry. At first, I wasn't sure if we would connect right away. It's been a long time since I went on a date with a white man (the last one was around February 2022, so a long time ago and probably a year or two before the last white guy). He got me a cocktail and we started playing, which I immediately enjoyed. It was light and fun and once I drank my alcohol, I felt more at ease.

At one point we took a little break to sit down and get to know each other. We shared travel stories, favourite cuisines, and other general shallow conversations. If I were to describe his personality, it's quite chill and easygoing from the get-go. Someone you know would not cause any trouble and go along with things.

During our get-to-know-each-other, we noticed some guys about to take our ping pong table. The British Software Engineer kicked them off (I like it when I see a guy take charge) and we returned to play until our time was up.

Afterward, he took me to The Blues Kitchen, an amazing live music restaurant and bar. It was ticketed so he proceeded to pay for our entry here too.

Part of the restaurant was transformed into a dance floor after 10 PM. He got me two more cocktails at the bar and we started to get closer throughout the night while bopping to the live soul and funk music (which was fantastic).

Taking a break from the music, we went to their downstairs bar for some quiet time. I decided to cut myself off and just had water because I knew that if I drank anymore, I would make decisions based on my abbreviated state.

We chit-chatted at the downstairs bar a little before moving back to the main floor. By the time we got back up, the blues band took a break from performing so we grabbed a seat instead at the other end of the restaurant and away from the dancefloor.

While we sat together, he asked if he could kiss me. I agreed as I had been waiting for it all night and we started to make out. Not my favourite kind of making out because I felt like his kissing was really wide and I kept hitting his teeth and it was one of those wet makeouts. However, there was still chemistry there and I didn't mind it so much. If we needed to kiss again in the future, I would bring it up.

We eventually left and he got me a bit of food because I was hungry. I like that he knew he shouldn't leave me hungry, cause what gentleman would? We shared spinach puff pastries from a Middle Eastern restaurant still open around 2 AM in Shoreditch.

He walked me to the bus stop and I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye before I ran for my bus.

Overall, it was the absolute best date I had in years. It was light, fun, and full of physical chemistry which I needed.

Date #2

After the first date on Friday, he proceeded to ask me out again the following Tuesday. I happily agreed. I had three sublet viewings prior, but happy to have my evening free for him.

He took me to Mercato Metropolitano, a giant food court, similar to Chefs Hall in Toronto but nicer and with more options. We were indecisive about what we wanted to eat. We eventually settled on tacos because he seemed like he wanted them (despite telling me I could choose whatever, I was the real indecisive person between the two of us cause in British fashion, it seemed like he knew what he wanted but wanted to give me the option to choose).

After we had tacos (some of the best IMO), I told him I was thirsty for some non-alcoholic drinks. We walked around the court but I was indecisive. Since he had paid for everything thus far, I didn't want to assume he would continue paying (he did). Thus, I was more easygoing to see what he would do. Had he been assertive, I would have been more comfortable making firm decisions. He bought me gelato and churros from a gelato vendor when I eyed it during our walk-around while searching for a place to get a drink.

We eventually decided on drinks (alcohol after all LOL) when we found one bar that was having its happy hour. I went for a rum and coke and he got himself a beer before we made our way out to a private wooden swing near the front of the entrance. The swing space was secluded because it was blocked off on both sides to section off other tables left and right of us.

We sat beside each other on the swing, chitchatting about surface-level topics again. With his arm around my shoulders, we ended up making out (obviously), pausing in between when we heard people about to pass by in front of us.

With the night getting close to 10 PM, I knew I didn't want to go back to his place just yet. So when he asked what I wanted to do next, I said I would go home, especially since he had work the following day.

We made out again, before parting ways and I walked back to my place as it was nearby.

Date #3

Saturday of that same week, I was supposed to have a date with someone else, who I had been chatting to for about a week online. However, the day prior, he said we could meet another time since I was still busy trying to settle myself into London as a newcomer. I said I could still meet though if he'd like. When I mentioned this to my London friends, they all laughed and said he was making an excuse to get off the date in a British fashion.

Lo and behold, the day of he said he woke up sick. He apologized and said we could meet the following weekend. I said it was fine and was open to that if he'd like. I was none too fuss, but also absolutely did not care if we did not meet. It was already inconvenient enough as is. He wrote back he understood this might be a turnoff and that we could video call if I wanted to throughout the week! Again, I said it was fine and up to him if he wanted to do a video call!

Silence.

Guess he wasn't that interested after all, despite saying all that.

On Thursday, the British Software Engineer asked if I was free that Saturday but I told him I wasn't because of the above guy. He followed up the morning of to see if I was still not free. At this point, I had a feeling my date with the other guy had fallen through and gave it about half an hour before I responded.

I sensed cause the British Software Engineer asked me about Saturday twice, he most likely had the place to himself and this was likely the last evening he would have any chance of hooking up with me before his flatmate returned home.

I wasn't counting until then, but it would have been 3 dates in 8 days since our first date. Which was quite fast, but it didn't feel like it because I had been so busy every day. However, when he asked me again if I was still not free, I pieced together that potentially all he wanted to do was have a hookup considering how often we saw each other in a short period.

I messaged him back, saying that I was now free. He double-checked if I was free in the evening and I said yes.

"Do you want to go to Soho and get a bottle of wine and head back to my place after?" he texted.

Aha, there it was. Now, I sat there and contemplated for a bit. I wrote, "Yes, Soho would be nice" and we arranged for a time to meet.

I debated internally about if I should hook up with him or not. I wrote to some of my close friends from home to get their input.

Ultimately, we never spoke about what we were both looking for (because remember, for the first two dates, we kept our conversations surface-level). He knew I just arrived in London, so everything was new. We never got deep into anything vulnerable and the dates were as easy, breezy, and beautiful Covergirl as it gets in my decade-plus of dating. There was a high chance that he was giving all these great dates in hoping for sex.

Now, I had to mentally prep myself to never see this man ever again after this date. Since I entered the dating scene here in London, I assume every date is the last date unless the guy sets up the following and goes through with it due to the high ghosting level here.

However, I did like the British Software Engineer as a person and I enjoyed his company. I don't find too many men that I like and find attractive right off the bat. I have grown attracted to people over time but honestly, if I don't find them attractive from the get-go, the chances of me losing that physical attraction to them is quite high.

I met the British Software Engineer in Soho, where I waited for him in Selfridges, a high-end department store similar to The Bay but 100x better. From there, we walked to a fun arcade place. Except it was so busy that he said it wasn't worth waiting for because it would take forever for us to get through the games because each one was occupied.

We left the arcade and wondered what to do next. He decided after much debate (because he wanted to give me a chance to choose, though being indecisive, I really didn't care) that he would take me to Flat Iron, which is an affordable but popular London steak chain restaurant that is also cute.

It was full so he added his name to the waitlist and we went to a nearby bar while we waited. We spoke a bit and I learned for the first time that his parents were divorced and he hadn't been in contact with his father in years. This was the most I actually learned about him and who he was. After about 40-50 minutes had passed, we went back to Flat Iron for our reservation.

We both got steak and he ordered some additional sides that were absolutely delicious. When we were done, we were given a cute little butcher knife charm each to exchange for free soft-serve ice cream once we left the restaurant. I absolutely love this tiny touch and freebie!

He took me around Soho and let me enjoy walking around like a tourist. I liked our dates because knowing I was new, he always took me to new places for a good time.

We went to another bar after dinner and he got us both drinks once again. We got cozy and made out before leaving and walked some more around Soho.

I, of course, found out during our date that his flatmate was on vacation and was to return the next evening. Aha, I was essentially a seer.

I asked if he still wanted to get that bottle of wine and head to his place. At this point, I was willing and ready to sleep with this man. As 1) I have needs, 2) he took me on amazing dates and paid for them all, and 3) I had already mentally prepared that this was all he wanted. If he didn't, then I would find out shortly after. However, if all he intended to do was to hook up only, he was going to disappear regardless if I didn't sleep with him. Thus, I might as well check him off my to-do list (LOL).

Now I know that some of my friends reading wouldn't want to do something casual like this. But, remember I am here in London for the first time and trying to explore the dating scene. It makes for an adventure and honestly gives colour to my time here while I am settling into the country. I know I have plenty of options to go through when it comes to dating, so even if this doesn't work out, I will be fine.

We went to his place after he picked up a sweet rose from the local Tesco. We chatted some more in his living room and I asked if he had Netflix. I threw on a Leighton Meester movie and we watched for a bit before things of course got R-rated.

Now for the friends that want the deets, just message me because I as much as I am documenting my dating stories here, I gotta keep some privacy (LOL).

I ended up staying overnight and we hooked up again in the morning before he took me to Starbucks. We hung out in Starbucks for almost an hour, and I spoke to him more about what I did career-wise. Yes, it took this long for me to talk about my occupation because again, our dates have always been surface-level.

We kissed some more before we parted as he was on-call for work. I said, "See you!" but knowing fully well that might be the last I ever saw this man again.

The Aftermath

As I finish up typing this dating entry, it has been 3 days since I last heard from him, which was when England lost against Spain during the Euro Cup (Spain is a whole other level when it comes to their football team, so honestly, England didn't really have a chance...).

So what are my thoughts? I would be lying if there wasn't a part of me still hoping he would message me (I was the last person to write to him, but kept it hands-off because if he wanted to, he would). However, being mentally prepared to never hear from him again empowered me to choose to go home with him that night.

Operating in the dating scene where every day is your last and knowing you have plenty of options make it easier to move past guys you liked but didn't work out. I know that I am spoiled for choice here in London and not being stressed about looking for something serious works in my favour.

Of course, if the right man takes me off the market, I would not object because at the end of the day it is a long-term goal. For now, I will continue to see what London has to offer. But I am glad I can now officially say I have sampled the local cuisine.

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mindninjax · 4 years

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Ok hear me out for just a goddamn second ok??

Allow me to fill your head with this image:

Katsu comes home from patrol, it’s a particularly shitty day. It’s been raining, he’s cold and wet nothing really happened today so he’s restless and bored. His hair is dripping from the rain, his hero costume is clinging even tighter to him and mixed with the extra sweat from his warm suit and the cold rain he’s that gross cold sweaty wet that you get sometimes when you’ve gone for a jog during the winter.

Basically he’s miserable. Is he being a little dramatic? Probably, but like would it be Katsu if he wasn’t a little dramatic? Yeah. Didn’t think so.

He is ready to be at home and get in the shower and chill the fuck out and honestly sulk about how shitty the day was. He wants to go home and complain your ear off about every grueling dumb ass task he had to do today, one of them including saving a fucking cat from a tree for a kid. Like what the hell, he’s been through combat training with fucking ALL MIGHT! Why the FUCK is he saving cats? That’s NOT why he became a pro hero. He’s way too good and skilled to be worrying about shit like that.

Listen he’s a pro and he has all that lovely character development but sometimes, just a few times, “15 yr old Katsu’s” personality manifests and it’s valid as long as he can be pulled from his funk.

ANYWHOOO

He walks into the house the two of you share and it’s warm, smells like cinnamon and fire and he is instantly calmed by the familiarity. It’s smells like home, it smells like you. He puts the big ass gauntlets away in the cabinet specifically made for his weapons, takes off his shoes and is immediately searching for you. He’s ready to talk your ear off, for you tell him your usual “Don’t worry Katsu, you’re a great hero and it’s just a bad day” bullshit that you spew and even though he thinks it’s bullshit it’s not when it comes from you so he listens.

He turns the corner, craning his neck trying to find you and hears you before he sees you.

You are in the kitchen; you’ve got on your comfy brightly colored mismatched socks that go all the way up to your thighs and one of his fancy white button down shirts. You don’t have on a bra, but cheeky red panties, and your signature gold chain that Katsu got you for your 2 year anniversary hangs right between your breast.

You’re dancing around the kitchen a wooden spoon in your hand raised above your head as you hop and gyrate and shimmy around the kitchen. You use the wooden spoon as a microphone and serenade the many plants hanging from the stand in the kitchen. You’re singing September by Earth Wind and Fire, a song that can get even the grumpiest person out of a funk, very loudly and despite joking around you still sound pretty good harmonizing with the guy on the radio.

You’re smiling that huge smile you had on your wedding day, the one that he always thinks about right before going into a battle with a villain and he’s once again shocked at how fucking happy and bright you can be from the simplest things. You’ve brightened the entire kitchen despite the disgusting gloomy ass day outside.

You don’t notice Katsu behind you watching your little show but he stands there and doesn’t disrupt you. He suddenly can’t even remember what he was even complaining about. This one thing has wiped his memory clean. You bobbing along and pursing your lips as you slide around on the linoleum and fling your hips back and forth, has completely changed his mood, a full 180 and he thinks “God I’m so fucking lucky I married this idiot.”

When you finally turn to see him and scream at the top of your lungs in fright, he laughs a hearty gut busting laugh that literally brings tears to his eyes.

“Why the hell were you just standing there not making any noise you big creep!” you yell at him as he straightens up from his doubled over position.

“Didn’t wanna disrupt the show,” he teases.

You push out your lip, pouting at his teasing tone. “But you still did! There’s an entire second verse left!” you say before sticking out your hand and beckoning him to you.

He rolls his eyes but places his large hand in yours and allows you to pull him into the kitchen and into your arms. “Your punishment is you have to join me,” you say pushing his wet bangs from his forehead and smiling up at him. he closes his eyes as the last bit of his frustration oozes out of him with your touch. The corners of his mouth perk up and you poke at them until he’s flashing you the smile he only saves for you.

“You damn idiot,” he says pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You chuckle as you place your head on his broad chest, “Those aren’t the lyrics dummy.”

He chuckles again and kisses the top of your head before the two of you sway gently in the middle of the kitchen

a/n: If you’re feeling sad today, Go listen to September by Earth Wind and Fire. It’ll help I promise.💖

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #yoooo idk what the fuck this is #but it's been in my head all damn day #so i've come to tumblr to shit it out #abhahaha #also if you're wondering #yes this is from a personal experience ok????#did it happen just like this??#YES GOODNESS #marquie writes #Marquie imagines

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sofoulandfairaday · 4 years

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The ultimate How I Met Your Mother Finale rant

I know this has been done before, and I know I'm several years late to the party, but I don't care, so IN THIS ESSAY I WILL tell you about why this finale takes the spot as the second-worst finale in TV show history (because Game of Thrones is still, to this day, unbeatable, and it will probably stay like that forever).

But first, a little context: I've just finished binge-watching HIMYM. This binge has been going on for three days straight (my final exam of the semester is in a week and I should be studying, so the fact that the last few days were a partial waste of time makes me so mad). Second thing: I already knew how it would end, and yes, kids, it does ruin the show for you. It ruins the show so much it makes your blood boil when you rewatch certain scenes, but I will get to that.

You might want to make yourself a drink because this is a complete list of all the reasons why HIMYM's finale sucks - I'm warning you, it's gonna be looong.

It completely invalidates the entirety of season 9

This is one of the complaints people most often have with this series, and I have to agree. It would have been so much better if the last two episodes never existed, and they just showed Barney and Robin dancing at the reception after walking out of the chapel, Ted noticing Tracy and then the platform scene. "And that, kids, is the story of how I met your mother". Cut scene. Honestly, I don't get the hate people give to season 9, barring the last 2/3 episodes, especially since season 8 was so much worse (except for a few honourable mentions, like The Robin). S8 was slower, less funny, and less deep, and while the authors took a risk by making s9 happen in the span of a weekend it paid off: they took their time introducing the character of the Mother to the gang and fleshing her out. They make sure to highlight all the little ways in which Ted and Tracy are perfect for each other, and even tie up loose ends, like with the Slapsgiving episode, that was a filler but it wasn't boring to watch (although it may be problematic for different reasons, I'm not Chinese, so I can't say for sure if it's cultural appropriation or just the authors making fun of a particular movie genre).

Some episodes were arguably great: "Daisy" was amazing, and that whole fight between Marshall and Lily was so realistic and well thought out, "Sunrise" was extremely important for Ted's character development, same goes for Tracy and "How Your Mother Met Me", "Bedtime stories" was impressive, "Rally" was incredibly funny and proved once again what a beautiful character Barney Stinson is, so much so that even Robin never has doubts that he (the guy with the biggest commitment issues on the planet) will bail on her before the wedding, and says to Ted that "he always comes back". Daphne's character is super funny and the right amount of annoying, the shenanigans of the gang are well thought out and all of the characters (not just Barney) complete their arc in this season. The last two/three episodes butcher that.

Marshall and Lily

Marshall and Lily, arguably the world's most solid couple, are the only thing this God-awful finale gets right, especially Marshall, who is my second-favourite character, that finally gets everything he deserves. But what about Lily? They never mention her career after Italy, and I refuse to believe she goes back to being a kindergarten teacher as if her year in Rome meant nothing. I also refuse to think she becomes nothing but a political wife, the equivalent of Zoey, but without saving the world. We know she has three kids, but her postpartum depression is never really talked about much and they definitely had the screentime to delve into it.

Barney

Where do I even begin? Barney Stinson is, without a doubt, the best character in this series, the glue of the whole gang. I think the message they were trying to give is that, since his trauma stemmed from the absence of a father figure in his life, he could only truly heal by becoming a father as well. People also say that n°31 had to stay just a number, because who could match up with Barney Stinson? First of all, I call BULSHIT on that last point, because Robin wasn't the only girl Barney could have ended up marrying. I used to think that too, but it's just not true: that is the equivalent of saying that Barney was incapable to truly love a woman and commit to her, even after all the development he got, and that he only got one shot at love in life, and that's it. This goes against the point the showrunners try to make by having Ted and Robin end up together AND by having Tracy get with Ted in the first place: "it's never too late, you always have another chance at love, etc." And, let's face it, Barney and Robin are legendary, but Barney and Nora (hell, even Barney and Quinn!) were pretty good together too.

Second of all, if they wanted to give Barney a kid, they could have easily done that, before Barney married Robin. Barney's "redemption" starts when he gets with Robin the first time, hell maybe even when we meet James for the first time: Nora, Quinn, finding out who his father is, the episode dedicated to the lies his mum told him/finding James' father, him getting to know his own dad, etc... those are all steps along the way. The s9 episode where Barney accepts the relationship between Loretta and the reverend proves how far he's come. So why not give him a daughter BEFORE he proposes to Robin? Have him cheat on Nora/Quinn with n°31, giving him a relapse, and having him get closer to Robin while struggling to be a dad to Ellie. That would have been great.

Or, you know, don't give him children. What's the point of burning the Playbook if you're going to have him write the second edition? What's the point of having him do a complete 180 in the last few scenes and acting like having a kid is the only thing that makes him change? What's the point of doing that when the show spends entire episodes berating Marshall and Lily for "changing too much" when they have a kid?

Also, Barney is the "challenge accepted" guy. He loves his wife so much, he spent years wanting her, and then he gives up because there is no WiFi in his hotel. How does that make any sense at all? This is Barney Stinson, the "I will fly out to San Francisco and buy Lily a plane ticket", the "I will steal every girl from my best friend just to save him for Lily", the guy that wrote the Playbook (it takes effort to pull those plays off), the guy that planned for weeks his proposal, the guy that waited years to get back at the man who stole his first girlfriend, the guy that makes every night legendary... are you telling me that that guy becomes the equivalent of a bored housewife instead of living his best life while travelling the world? Come on. They don't even try to make it believable.

Ted

While watching seasons 7 and 8, I felt that Ted was becoming the worst character on the show: he was boring, depressed, basically had no good storylines, the whole thing with Victoria was pointless and inconclusive (and the whole "stop being in love with Robin" was completely out of character for her), but whatever, we could have accepted that because it passed the message that two people could be good together, without being soulmates - which, by the way, renders the TedxRobin ship pointless, because they were right for each other, but Ted and Tracy were soulmates. Him being hung up on Robin in the latter seasons is almost pathetic, and the thing he does with the locket is insane, not romantic - BUT I will say this: it can be seen in two ways, depending on who's watching. I personally like the two as friends, so I see the whole thing as a "Dahmer" situation, but I get the people who see it as a "Dobler" one and see what he did as a grand romantic gesture.

The problem, though, is that the whole TedxRobin ship gets pretty old, pretty fast: it's an annoying on-and-off thing, that should have ended with the locket. Because, yes, Ted was in a dark moment, yes, he was probably depressed, yes, he thought Robin was his only shot at happiness, but he changes during season nine! He spends entire episodes letting go of Robin, including the one where she transforms into a balloon and flies away. Ted is the good guy, ultimately. He is the guy that is genuinely happy for his best friends. In one of the deleted scenes from the finale, he meets Robin years later and says that he's so happy with Tracy he never thought about Robin in that way anymore. All of that gets thrown in the trash. Why do that? To use a Harry Potter metaphor, Ted is Severus Snape, while Barney is James Potter: the former loved the girl of his dreams with all his heart, even to the point of creepiness, but they weren't meant to be together.

Robin

This, along with the next point, is the worst of all: Robin is the worst character of the entire finale. Her relationship with Ted in season 2 is wonderful, and I say that as a full-on Barney/Robin shipper. There was never a problem in their relationship, apparently, but they then break up because they have an "expiration date" and ultimately want different things in life. Except that Ted is not her soulmate. The only times when Robin wants Ted are the times where (1) she can't have him because he's either trying to move on or (2) the times where it's convenient, for example when they become roommates again and they solve their disputes again. Around that time, we see perfectly that Ted had moved on and that the person getting hurt was Barney. It's one thing to see Ted and Robin in the finale as two people picking up where they had left off after they dated. But this is not the case.

In season 7, we have the exchange that should have put an end to any and all TedxRobin drama, and that completely invalidates whatever the writers wrote after that about the two of them: Ted declares his love - "I think you know how you feel about me now. I don't think time's gonna change that. Just tell me: do you love me?" To which she answers "No". And Ted also says later to Marshall, that he's "happy because he can finally move on".

What a load of crap.

Getting over someone is hard, believe me, I would know. And, oftentimes, it doesn't happen until we find someone else to love (and from the moment he meets Tracy, there is no one else for Ted). But by giving Ted feelings for Robin after this moment, it takes away from the beauty of it- because it's one of the most heartbreaking feelings in the world when you declare your love to someone and they don't love you back. Ted and Robin were both honest at that moment, and it was the last genuinely good exchange between them. After that, during season 8 they try to show us Ted trying to get over her (and failing) and in season 9 Ted getting over her completely. This is also weirdly paced because at the beginning of s8 both are in happy relationships with other people and there's no jealousy (which is good, because at least they weren't toxic) and they seem just friends (when Robin leaves Nick to go see him in the middle of the night, she implies that she would do it for any of her friends), but after Ted breaks up with Veronica because of Robin everything is weirdly coated in this sort of tension between the two: first Ted loves her, but she doesn't, so when he helps her by taking her to Barney's proposal ("which means my best bro in the world has given me his blessing").

And, by the way, every time they try to paint Ted as the guy that comes through for Robin after this moment, they dumb down Barney's character. And still fail to make Ted a better guy than him (see: the carousel in Central Park).

Yes, Robin and Ted have some chemistry, but it is nothing compared to what Robin and Barney have. Every time Robin is jealous of Barney, it doesn't seem like a stupid whim, just because some other child is playing with her toys (except, perhaps, during The Robin). Robin and Barney's relationship would need a whole other post, and the next time I rewatch the series I will write down all the things that make them perfect for each other, but, to me, the biggest difference between the two relationships is this: in season 6, when she's not dating either one of them, Ted accuses Robin of never making him feel needed while they were together, whereas Barney praises her for it. Those are elective affinities: that's what Barney and Robin have, and what Tracy and Ted have.

Barney and Robin have more or less the same arc: they both get over their fear of commitment and they do that with each other. Time and time again, we are told that if they're ever going to settle down, it would only be with the other. The first time they break up is honestly so stupid, and even when they are broken up, they are the best of friends, which also makes Robin's behaviour in the finale look so stupid. The way the two of them fit together is unparalleled, both in a romantic and a platonic way.

Think about it: Robin makes Barney a better man, while she makes Ted a worse one.

Also, the whole point that there are different seasons in life for everything gets thrown out the window: apparently, Ted and Robin (that were a couple that ultimately worked in their young twenties) are the same people in their forties.

But that's not even the worst part. The worst part is that the two final episodes butcher Robin's arc as well: episode 23 starts with Lily saying "I want this girl to be in our lives" and we know Robin never made other friends outside of the gang, because she didn't need to, and now she walks away from everything because of fucking Ted?? This is saying "hey, Robin was only in the group for Ted, who brought her in, and now she leaves because he's not her puppy anymore". Robin was the one that was eternally indecisive between Ted and Barney and you're telling me that three years and many many life experiences later, she's still not sure?

The point of her story is learning how to get over her fear of commitment, learning how to be there for her friends (there's an entire episode dedicated to that, and it's the one where Lily's pregnant and we meet Robin's ex-best friend in Canada), and how to balance her job and her life. Also, the way her character is treated is un-feminist and un-progressive: she becomes Ted's consolation prize. She is passive throughout s9. She cannot, ultimately, win the modern-day struggle most women have and balance out career and love life, so her true life, her "happy chapter" begins after she has already accomplished everything she wanted to and she's free for Ted. She doesn't even go back to him, she just the prize the main character wanted for all his life and only got in the end because his wife died (ONE SCENE, people, ONE SCENE!). Also, this makes Tracy the "broodmare" that gives him the kids he wanted, and his "happy family" experience before he goes to be with his one true love.

The mother

This. This makes me so mad. One whole season spent on building up Tracy's character, just for it to go to waste. It would have been so easy to screw her up, but she is hands down the best thing about s9. She's the perfect woman for Ted and the episode shot through her perspective is the sweetest. By the end, I liked her more than Robin and Lily. She was the perfect addition to their group, she fit together with them in a perfect way, and they show us the biggest moment of her and Ted's life... for what? To have her die in a few sentences? And I don't care if they shot a funeral scene, I don't care if the finale was supposed to be 40 minutes long, because, in the end, it wasn't. The scene where Ted meets her is the second most beautiful one (after Barney's proposal to Robin) and the climax of the whole show, but they ruin her... and for what? The chemistry Ted has with her, he has with no one. The joy she brings him, the way she understands him, is unlike any other. I am sure that one of the reasons they killed her off was the shock value and I hate it.

I cannot stress this enough: Tracy makes Ted a better person. When he's with Robin, Ted is "the nice guy" in the most selfish and narcissistic version of the trope. When he's with Tracy, love comes easy to Ted. Also, the scenes between the two of them are arguably the best Ted scenes of the show.

The kids' reactions (ugh)

It's not really what they say- it's the way they say it. The end of HIMYM was not supposed to be funny, even though the show is a sitcom. It was supposed to be bittersweet and beautiful, because it's the end of an era, and the writers must have known that. So, Ted finishes telling his story, reveals to the audience that their now-beloved Tracy is dead, and the reaction is: "No, ahah, you totally have the hots for Aunt Robin" (their words, not mine). Like, what the actual fuck? I cringed when Penny said that. It's tasteless and not fun at all. Even if it has been six years... It's still your fucking mum, show a little bit of sadness at the thought of her.

The reason the show ended this way

What makes me especially mad is that I know for a fact that the reason they went with this ending is that it was the original one, always intended for the show, from season 2 onwards. And, if you watch it right after s2, it makes sense. But if you consider the eight years that passed and the massive character development, then no, it's not the best possible one. So many things hadn't been decided yet back in s2, especially about Barney, Ted, and Robin, and I hate that they didn't dare to scrap their work. This ending probably had sentimental meaning to the writers, but authors have to do what's best for their characters, not themselves. It's like with GoT, in a way: I think that the authors were all too aware of the impact of HIMYM and didn't believe that their finale would live up to the expectations... which compelled them to make the worst decision possible?? Every single character is OOC during the episode. Oh, and Marshall and Lily moving in the last episode is a ripoff from Friends (or maybe a tribute? Idk). Anyway, I believe that the authors were too attached to their sentimental version of "what should have been" and didn't give the characters the endings they truly deserved.

"Life works this way" // "Life only moves forward"

Some people say that the show is realistic because that's how life works. But I call super-BS on that. That might be true, and yes, people do get sick and die (Max, Marshall's dad...) and life does go on. But then, you don't frame it the way they did. It's just bad storytelling if you do it like that. And the problem is not the structure of season 9, because the characters develop in that season. The problem isn't even the mother's death. The problem is Ted ending up with Robin because that's not life moving forward for him, that's him, doing the same thing he did in 2005, 25 (twenty-fucking-five) years before!

In conclusion, this finale is incoherent and inconclusive, and not satisfying at all. The only character that gets a good ending is Marshall: why is that? What makes his ending great? It's the fact that his character arc is respected and he finally gets what he's been working towards for more than ten years.

#himym #how i met your mother #how i met your mother spoilers #how i met your mother finale #09x23 #09x24 #robin sherbatsky #ted mosby #tracy mcconnell #barney stinson #marshall eriksen #lily aldrin #swarkles #ted x robin #ted x tracy #barney x robin #a rant #the blue french hor #the yellow umbrella

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Desire.

CEO ! Jung Hoseok x Married ! OC

Summary : Tall Handsome CEO Hobi meets dainty delicate country girl, Elena and falls head over heels. Too bad she’s already taken.

Genre : Infidelity, Morally ambiguous characters.

Chapter 1

On Fridays, Jung Hoseok liked to unwind.

After a whole entire week of heading Gwihan Inc., going over proposals, signing off on acquisitions and baby sitting his two younger siblings who were just entering the company business, Jung Hoseok liked to relax on Friday evenings, usually with a glass of wine, maybe some good food from the Chinese restaurant down the street and occasionally with some company of the feminine variety.

As the CEO of one of the largest conglomerates in the country, Hoseok was pretty much a household name in Seoul. Not just because of his dashing good looks and his staggering business acumen, but also because of the incredibly humble, down to earth persona that he wore .

Never in the history of Korea, had there been a more approachable and friendly multi billionaire Chaebol prince : the very personification of generosity and kindness.

At the young age of 34, Jung Hoseok charmed reporters and celebrities and his fellow businessmen with alacrity .

Affectionately nicknamed the Sunshine CEO, Hoseok’s dimpled smile was a staple and he was well known for being fair and even tempered, the first to extend his hand in friendship to anyone.

Which was a wonderful reputation to carry of course but it also made people forget that for all his sunny disposition, Jung Hoseok was still very much human.

And he did not build his company ( once on the verge of bankruptcy because of his unscrupulous father ) from scratch, by being a pushover. Which meant that Hoseok had to balance being a good guy and a firm guy and sometimes it was such a fucking pain in his ass.

“Hyung, come on....it’s just for a few hours. It’s fun.... “ Kim Taehyung could whine like no other. Korea’s top model, Taehyung or V as he liked to be called had a deep voice which could also do a full 180, making Hoseok’s ears ring, when the younger wasn’t getting his way.

Like right now.

“Tae, i’m so fucking tired, i need a drink and a shower and I’m crashing into my bed. I am not bar hopping with you morons. I’m too old for that shit. “ Hoseok groaned, watching Taehyung and his photographer husband slur and sway after one drink too many. It was already a little past eleven in the night and he had every intention of sleeping for the next thirteen hours at the least.

“Awww hyung...its not a bar...it’s a strip club ... Come on , hyung live a little. “ Jeon Jungkook was adorable, like a bunny, but also a brat that never took no for an answer. Together , the couple were pretty much indestructible.

Too tired to argue with the two of them, he groaned .

It was going to be a long, long night.

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The club was called Desire, nothing like the posh high end places Hoseok was used to. It wasn’t a dump or anything but the decor, the furnishings and the clientele all screamed middle class, which wasn’t Hoseok’s usual scene.

At all.

But apparently, Jungkook had stumbled on someone here during one of his photography stints.

A dancer called the ‘ White Dove’.

The White Dove was apparently, one of the most sought after dancers in the club, because she only performed twice a month. She didn’t do it for the money, no one knew why she did it. But according to Jungkook, she was the most sensuously arousing woman he had ever seen in his entire life.

she moves like water, Hyung, fluid and transient. ...like the laws of physics don’t apply to her body, it’s like magic.

Which was high praise, coming from a gay man.

A gay man who had actually majored in dance in college.

And even Taehyung hadn’t even looked all that bothered, watching his husband sing praises about someone else’s body .

“Would love to have both of them in my bed at the same time hyung, how do i make that happen?” He’d asked, glassy eyed.

Hoseok had gagged, elbowed him in the ribs and moved away.

But his dongsaengs could be pretty darn insistent and so here he was, on a friday night, half asleep from exhaustion, stumbling behind Jungkook and Taehyung as they led him to a private room, at the back of the club.

The room was wide, shaped like a semi circle, with an elevated stage up front. Just a couple of feet away from the stage, three sofas lines the curved edges of the wall.

Taehyung and Jungkook lay wrapped around each other in the first one, closest to the door and Hoseok did not want to see them touching each other so he skipped the middle sofa, choosing to recline on the sofa in the farthest corner.

A very dim light hung right over his head , offering very little by way of illumination but he supposed that was the point. The dancer would be distracted by a well lit audience.

And while he had been quite opposed to the idea when the evening began, Hoseok couldn’t help but admit , that seated on the cheap maroon sofa, with tacky vinyl upholstery, in a dimly lit room, he couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Who was this woman?

“Hyung, you’ll love her!! She’s totally your type!” Jungkook called out excitedly .

Hoseok threw an amused look at the pair, shaking his head before turning around to stare at the stage again. The lights in the low lying ceiling dimmed, the one on the stage turning on gradually and to his surprise, he felt his breath catch when the stage curtain moved, gentle ripples on the satin surface.

Music began pouring in, smooth and sensual and intrigued and then a voice followed , feminine and soft.

“Good evening. I’m Elena .... or as they call me, the White Dove. Thank you for letting me entertain you tonight.”

She sounded absolutely delectable and Hoseok felt his eyes widen, lips parting in shock at the voice.

Soft and sweet, dainty and almost elegant.

Low and submissive, like she wanted nothing more than to make him happy.

Like honey in his ears.

It sounded so out of place , in this cheap dingy strip club.

She sounded like a fucking princess.

And then the curtains parted, revealing a petite, svelte figure.

Hoseok sat up straighter, eyes wide as he stared at her.

She wore a mask, covering the upper part of her face and leaving only her lush, plump lips on display. They were an alluring red, bright and radiant in the golden light. She was dressed in a small robe, full sleeved and falling to her knees , showing off her slim, curvy legs and her skin was honey tinted, smooth to his gaze.

Hoseok swallowed and as he watched, she threw a smile, soft and gentle and absolutely serene.

It was the smile that did it for him.

Innocent and altogether lovely, like the kind of smile you would give someone you had loved for a hundred thousand years and he felt himself aching for it, wanting more of that gentle voice, more of that dazzling smile.

As he watched she stepped fully into the center, the light bathing her in gold as she lightly gripped the pole and stepped forwards fully, lips parted in a smile as she bowed.

Hoseok had sat through enough strip shows to know that this was different. Elena took small, hesitant steps into the light, tugging on the belt around her waist, the short velvet robe sliding off her shoulder gently.

Hoseok’s throat went dry when he saw what she was dressed in : A ruby red lingerie set, with satin bows along her neckline, applique orchids all across her torso , the hem of her dress stopping just an inch below her waist, revealing satin bikinis that hugged her ass so tight his finger itched .

He wanted to touch so bad.

She grabbed the fabric of the robe and instead of tossing it away, she folded it, moving to place it on a chair in the corner of the stage, gently before tossing another smile, this time apologetic.

“I’m sorry, i need to wear this again and I don’t want it to get dirty...” She giggled then , her voice like the tinkling of a bell and Hoseok was so gone , he couldn’t think straight anymore.

He gripped the edge of the sofa, the last vestiges of sleep leaving his head.

And then the music began, low and soothing and seductive and she began to move.

Elena was a phenomenal dancer, that much was obvious in just the first minute. She moved easily, and perfectly, her long legs wrapping around the pole with ease, her hands gripping it with ease but it was her gaze that drew him in....

She clearly thought Tae and Jungkook were the only ones in the audience so she kept her gaze on them, hadn’t seen him at all and she looked at them with eyes that begged for approval. She smiled often, threw her hair back and jerked her shoulders in question, asking unsubtly if they liked it, and Jungkook and Taehyung responded with enthusiasm, cheerful shouts of “ so gorgeous, beautiful sweetheart....” filling the room.

Hoseok leaned back against the couch, his breath leaving him in a harsh exhale.

This wasn’t the kind of woman he had been expecting.

He had been prepared, for brash and bold and seductive and sensuous. A woman who knew how to use her body to get what she wanted.... The only kind of woman he had ever met in his entire life.

But Elena....

She looked so desperate to please, so desperate to be good and it was evident in her eyes, the thirst for praise , for approval. She wanted to be good and she wanted someone to tell her that.... to tell her hat she was beautiful, that she was perfect , that she was absolutely scintillating and Hoseok wanted nothing more than to be that someone.

To be the person who rained kissed all over her body, gentle touches all over her as he breathed praise into her ears, told her how perfect she was, how enchanting and how unreal she was.

How she was the kind of woman he would never ever tire of......

The kind of woman who deserved to be worshipped on the satin sheets of his king sized bed. .

And he would. This wasn’t going to end like this, he thought , his heart pounding. It couldn’t.

He felt his heart pound as the performance ended, as she stepped back into the limelight and bowed, all sweet smiles and gentle gratitude.

Taehyung and Jungkook jumped to their feet applauding cheerfully and she laughed.

“Thank you for coming today. I hope you enjoyed my little dance. I would love to see you again. “ She smiled, cheerful and bright.

She finally turned to his side of the room, eyes widening when he finally pushed away from the shadows, moving into the pool of light in the middle of the room.

“You were absolutely gorgeous sweetheart.” He said gently.

Her eyes went wide, lips parting in surprise and e watched her eyes travel up and down his torso, catching on the lean width of his waist, tongue peeking out to lick her lips as her eyes stayed glued to the front of his crotch, where his rock hard dick was probably very poorly concealed.

“You’re the one to blame for that, princess.” He said with smirk and her eyes jumped to his, a blush blooming on her cheeks so fast that it made his head swim.

Fuck.

Fuck she was gorgeous.

He glanced at his friends, both of who were looking between him and the dancer with knowing looks.

“Dinners on me tomorrow if you two leave right now.” Hoseok said softly.

Laughing, the pair waved good bye, closing the door behind them.

Elena stood on the stage, still staring at him like he was a full course meal and he moved back to the middle sofa, lowering himself down before spreading his legs and patting his thighs.

“How much for a private....conversation?” He asked quietly.

She hesitated.

“I.. i need to ask the manager.” She said hesitantly.

Hoseok felt a grin creeping up his face.

He pulled his phone out and dialed quickly. Less than a minute later, the manager stumbled in, bowing almost ninety degrees.

“Mr. Jung.. you called?” The man was breathless.

“Elena and I are going to be occupied for the next hour or so.... I don’t want us to be disturbed.”

The manager looked very surprised, glancing at her with wide eyes.

“You want to... ?” He asked quickly and Elena blushed. Hoseok was oddly impressed that he had asked for her consent. Well at least this place wasn't as sleazy as it looked.

“Just a conversation.” She whispered. Hoseok felt his eyebrow raise in surprise.

Wait, did she really think he wanted a conversation? Had he been too subtle? Was the hard dick and the invitation to sit on his lap not forward enough?

The man gave her a confused look but nodded.

“Of course Mr. Jung. Anything you like.” he bowed again and left , locking the door behind him. Hoseok glanced at her, watching as she slowly climbed down the stairs

Elena hesitated, before slowly moving to get her robe.

“Leave that.” He said , a little more sharply than he intended and she startled a little at his tone.

“Okay.” She whispered, scratching the back of her neck nervously and smiling a little.

“I’m sorry...I don’t usually do this... I... I’m married.” She said with a laugh.

Hoseok froze .

It felt a little like someone had dumped a whole entire barrel of ice cold water all over his head.

Of course she was fucking taken.

Of fucking course.....

He was such a fucking fool....

“Oh..” He croaked, voice breaking and even that single syllable dripped with so much disappointment that she noticed.

Her eyes flashed with something and she carefully climbed off the stage, walking up to him. He held his breath as she came closer, standing right between his spread legs. He wanted to touch but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

Her hand rose up and he felt his breath catch when she lightly touched his hair, patting the strands carefully.

“you have really thick hair.” She giggled.

“Does you husband know you’re here?” He said softly.

Her gaze flitted to him.

“No. “ She said softly. And then she pressed in closer, enough that her knee brushed his thighs and he gripped her waist with both hands, instinctively.

“No?”

She bit her lips, eyes shifting away from him.

“He doesn’t... understand.” She sighed.

Intrigued, Hoseok tugged her closer and she tumbled into his lap. He pulled her in till she was seated on his thighs, legs thrown over the couch as she nestled into his chest.

He gripped her harder and God, she felt like a delicate bird in his hand. His arms stayed firm but inordinately gentle around her, and he swallowed scared to move because he was afraid he would break her . Scared to let go because he was afraid she would fly way.

“What doesn’t he understand sweetheart?” He prompted.

She turned to look right at him and he wanted to take that mask off so badly. To see her face in all its glory.

“That I need this...” She whispered.

“To dance...?” He prompted and she sniffled a little.

“No.” She whispered. And then her eyes met his again, bright and somehow desperate.

“What then baby? Why are you here?” He asked although he could already suspect it.

“To be desired. “ She smiled that same sweet smile of hers.

And really, not even a saint could resist that breathtaking smile.

And Jung Hoseok was so , so far from a saint.

She was the one who owed loyalty to the unknown husband. Not him. So he was going to just take what he was being offered.

He grabbed her chin, tilting her face to kiss her hard, his tongue forcing its way in before she could get her bearings. She didn’t protest, her body going limp in his arms a he looped her arms around his neck.

He flipped them over , till she was flat on her back on the couch and he was on her, grabbing her thighs and spreading her legs, grinding his clothed erection down into the heated center of her body as he kissed her.

She whimpered, hands scrambling to clutch at his shoulders. as she kissed him back. And he wondered if she lied, telling him that she was married. There was a world of inexperience in her kiss , absolutely no finesse in the way she spread her legs wider, hips jerking up to chase friction.

But what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

“Relax baby... We don’t have to rush...” He kissed her again, drawing back to stare at her and she looked a little out of it.

“Please.. I just... i need...”

Something about the look on her face made him pause. It was a familiar look. He’d seen this look before.

Not in the last decade no, but ....that desperate, confused inexperience took him all the way back to his senior year in high school when the Queen Bee , Kang Sejin had finally agreed to let him fuck her.

For the first time.

Hoseok stilled completely, refusing to believe it.

How old was this girl underneath him? She couldn’t be younger than twenty five.

“How old are you?” He demanded.

She stopped trying to yank him closer and went still, staring at him and licking her lips.

“I’m twenty seven.” She said finally and he frowned.

“You’ve done this before right?” He asked stupidly.

Of course she had...she said she was married for fuck’s sake.

But her eyes widened and she looked away and oh.

Oh.

What the actual fuck....

Hoseok scrambled off her, his head swimming with disbelief. She choked out a sob and sat up, hugging herself and he felt his heart break when he saw the tears swell, spilling over her lashes and God, that pout on her face.

“Elena.... “ He held his hand out, wanting to touch her again but she scrambled to her feet and backed away.

“I’m so sorry... i don’t know what I was thinking...” She bowed, her tears flowing freely now. “ Please...forget this ever happened...”

Hoseok stared at her as she ran up to stage, grabbing her robe and disappearing behind the curtain quickly.

He stood there, still painfully aroused as he tried to process what he’d just learned.

A virgin, he thought in sheer disbelief.

The stripper I nearly fucked right now is a fucking virgin.

His legs stopped working as he collapsed on the sofa.

So much for unwinding on a Friday.

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“Listen, I know this is dumb but you really need to stop bringing this up so often.” My husband gave me an annoyed glare, his handsome face scrunched in impatience as he stuffed a couple of files into his leather briefcase.

“Why ? We’re married... we’ve been married for four months now!! Why won’t you touch me?! “ i demanded, exhausted and tired and so guilty.

Guilty because I’d come so close to cheating on him.

“Because i don’t get a hard on when i look at you. Because I never wanted to fucking marry you in the first place.!!” He snarled and i bit my lips feeling my heart hurt at the familiar words, the pang still just as painful as the first time he’d said those words to me.

“But you did...” I reminded him, following him to the door. He growled, throwing the shoe closet open and grabbing his work shoes.

“Elena... I’m not in the mood for this.” He said sternly.” I’m running late and Hoseok ssi’s supposed to be inspecting our department today. Do you have any idea what an important man he is? I need this meeting to be perfect if I want to get that promotion.... I can’t let anything distract me.”

“I’m your wife...not a distraction!!” I protested.

He ignored me, tying his laces and giving me one last look of loathing.

“if this doesn’t work for you, call your fucking parents and go back to that no good village of yours. We’ll get a fucking divorce and I’ll stop paying for your parents Hospital bills and then we’ll see how you survive.”

I stared at him, hurt and upset.

“Yesung...”

“I need to go. “ He stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

I let out a shaky breath, my hands trembling as I tried to get my bearings. It was so hard, doing this. Waking up day after day to cater to his every need and i wondered if it had even been worth it, agreeing to marry him just for the chance to pay for my parents.

Surely, there could have been another way?

Why had I agreed?

My mind flashed to the gorgeous man in the club the previous night.

How much for a private conversation.....

For a second i had been tempted.

I had actually considered asking him to pay me in return for sex. Maybe if he wanted to do it more than once.... Maybe he could keep me with him.

And then I could use the money to pay for my parents’ care and i could divorce Yesung.

Surely that was better than being shunned in your own home? Being made to feel ugly and unappealing.

I had been so close to doing it last night. So so close and then that man---he had somehow sensed it. Sensed that I hadn’t ever had sex before.

How embarrassing that had been. He had guessed that I was a virgin and I couldn’t help but wonder how.

What had i done wrong? i had hugged him, kissed him back and yet he had realized that i had no idea what i was doing or what i wanted.

How humiliating that had been.

I bit my lips.

I missed dancing.

Twice a month in some sleazy club hardly made up for fifteen years of training to be a dancer.

I missed the ballet school that I had to quit when my dad lost his job.

I missed Busan.

I missed my old life so bad.

Sighing I went back to the kitchen to fix my breakfast when my eyes fell on the packed lunch and i groaned.

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Yesung’s company was easily the most luxurious building I’d ever been. Thankfully, I’d dressed well enough, a yellow summer dress with floral prints. I’d left my hair down, even put on makeup. I looked pretty and i wanted nothing more than for my husband to look at me with a little appreciation.

Yesung was a tall, very handsome man and i had really genuinely liked him when his parents had offered to set us up for a seon.

He had seemed genuinely interested and it was the only reason I’d agreed to marry him. But apparently, his parents had forced him into the whole thing and he felt nothing but deep resentment for me.

It was so unfair but i wasn’t ready to give up yet.

I had every intention of winning my husband over.

The lady at the reception gave me a visitor’s Id and told me where I could find my husband and I quickly walked over to elevators, nervous because I was the only one in flashy summer colors, all the employees dressed in muted tones of brown and grey. Flushing, I kept my head low as the elevator climbed all the way to the seventeenth floor. When I stepped out of the elevator, I caught sight of Yesung at once. He was talking to a tall man, who had his back towards me .

“Yesung!! “ i called out brightly. “ You forgot your lunch!!” I held the bag up and my husband’s eyes snapped to me widening in surprise.

I smiled and kept walking until the man talking to my husband turned around.

My smile froze on my face, my brain processing the very familiar features.

I stopped walking , my legs stalling .

No.

Oh, God no.

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“Yesung! You forgot your lunch!!”

Hoseok felt his entire heart turn over in his ribcage at the sound of that voice.

No.. No way...it couldn’t be.

He turned around, stunned and his eyes caught a flash of lovely yellow, bright and incandescent in the dreary dullness of the office and oh god, it was her.

It was Elena.

She looked like sunshine.... Like one of those yellow tulips you saw in wall papers. Fresh and beautiful and even more breathtaking in the bright light of day and Hoseok felt like his brain had been fried.

She had seen him too and the look on her face said it all.

Guilt and horror flashed in rapid succession and those lips....those cherry red lips he’d tasted three days ago....they parted in shock.

Hoseok felt his mouth go dry as she went completely still.

“I’m so sorry sir... I don’t know why she came here!!” Kang Yesung’s voice drew him to the present and he frowned, watching as the man stalked over to her. His fists clenched as he saw the man grip her arm, hard.

Elena winced, looking hurt and something in Hoseok just snapped.

Completely forgetting where he was , who he was.... he stalked over , hands coming up to shove Yesung hard. The man, completely taken by surprise, stumbled and fell , crashing into the filling cabinets with a loud noise.

Everyone in the office went still, staring at him in sheer disbelief

And he knew exactly what they were thinking?

Did the Sunshine CEO just physically assault an employee? Was the world ending?

Hoseok stared at Elena.

“Are you alright? “ He whispered.

She was gawking at him, but also rubbing the skin where Yesung had grabbed her and before he could stop himself, he was reaching for her arm, brushing her own fingers away and stroking the skin with his.

“That looks like its going to bruise.” He whispered.

He whirled to glare at Yesung, who had pulled himself together and was now staring between Hoseok and Elena, shock written all over his features.

“Is this your code of conduct when it comes to women, Mr. Kang?” His voice came out loud and angry , almost a furious snarl.

Yesung turned an ugly shade of red.

“She’s my wife sir. She ...she knows she can’t visit me ...” Yesung was gaping at him.

“So you’re going to assault her?” He demanded.

Yesung closed his mouth quickly.

“Are you alright, El-” He stopped himself , “ Mrs Kang.”

She was looking at the floor.

“Yes , sir.” Her voice shook and he could see her hands trembling. The urge to draw her into his arms was so overwhelming he had to clench his fists to stop himself.

“Jungkook! “ He called for his assistant. “ Please drop Mrs. Kang back home. Make sure she doesn’t need anything else.”

Jungkook bowed and smiled wide at her.

“Please, this way, Mrs. Kang.”

Hoseok stared at her and she glanced at him, one small fleeting glance heavy with guilt and confusion and worry.

He closed his eyes, trying to get his palpitating heart under control.

Oh, God he was in so much trouble.

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Also please give this fic a lot of love!!!!! My baby never gets the love he deserves!!!

author’s Note :

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

i LOVE jUNG hOSEOK.

THAT’S IT THAT’S THE TEA.

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junko-and-riri-domain · 4 years

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exam season ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ni-ki

“you aren't wasting my time, and you need rest. please, ___ this isn’t healthy.” riki pleaded, and he seemed so genuinely concerned for you. “I know we’re labelled as rivals all the time but I want to get to know you better. as someone who ranked 1 consistently, I wanted to meet the one person who managed to achieve the same thing."

you and nishimura riki are rivals under the same company. after all, being the same age and pretty much the same level of talent made you and him quite unstoppable. the company thought it’d be a good idea to let you two meet and get along, but it turned out to be quite the opposite ordeal. though, this always remained to be a respectful rivalry. nothing petty.

warnings : overworked reader, insecurities, fainting from exhaustion, hints at negative body image ( good ending )

note : this is also off the top of my head, please ignore any mistakes !

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ rest under the cut

what were you supposed to think?

you had to admit it to yourself though, similar age and practically same amount of skill in dance would mean that this unit would be pretty much unstoppable. it’s just ;; the unspoken consequences of young teamwork at play.

training for about half a year at belift, you’ve become quite popular among the trainees. they describe you as a dance prodigy. if you were going to be honest, it was kind of embarrassing. the spotlight was okay depending on the circumstances but, to be described as something so honorable made you feel like you weren’t worthy of it. on top of that, your vocals were always stable while practicing, making you stand out and always place #1 on exams.

and so you started to practice harder, with the same thought of

‘i have to prove that i’m worthy to be labeled as a prodigy, otherwise why else am i here?’

to ni-ki, you were always so hardworking. sometimes, he thought it was too much. he’d pass by the room you were practicing in during lunch breaks and he would see you dancing your heart out, sweat threatening to fall from your face. he could tell you were tired, but due to the rules, he wasn’t allowed to talk to you. he considered you his opponent in a way, but it wasn’t to the extent of ruining your workflow.

and to you, ni-ki seemed like a charming rival. the way he danced had always mesmerized you, his snaps and swift moves are always close to perfect. this motivated you to practice even harder, despite already achieving extreme skill. you often nitpicked on yourself and keep saying that you’re not doing something well enough, and that you’re not good enough and you have to try harder. you honestly thought he was kind of annoying. not only is he literally so tall, he's a dancing machine. everything that you wanted to be. ni-ki may have been your unspoken rival,

but overcoming your extreme feeling to be better than the previous day is your true rival.

coming home after training, you were always exhausted. as much water you drank, it never felt as if it quenched the thirst you brought upon yourself from working so hard. while doing homework you always zoned out, your concentration nowhere to be found. at some point, you even stopped messaging your friends as much as before, ignoring any notification that popped up and practicing till the sun peeked above the horizon.

this feeling of wanting to slip away into well-deserved rest never sat right with you.

'if I have time to do something, then I'll do it now. rest can wait.'

---

the week before, an exam was assigned to all the trainees. the exam was to be separated by gender, but you thought this was kind of dumb. and so what did you do? you asked the choreographer if you could take both of the choreographies instead of being categorized into one section.

"that's a great idea, ___! I'll allow it this once, since you always rank 1 anyways. in fact, why don't I ask riki if he wants to do an co-op exam with you? you guys are the same age right?"

all you could do was let out a hum and nod.

'nishimura riki... I hope I don't mess anything up.'

"he always ranks 1 in exams as well so I think it'd be perfect!" he continued, a bright smile flashed across his face at the realization of a great performance in development.

he walks off, and briskly walks to where riki usually practiced.

phew

you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. you've done many exams before but it had never been with another person. trying to convince yourself everything would be okay, your intrusive thoughts came in again.

'what if i embarass myself? what if I can't learn the choreo and mess everything up? what if he doesn't like m- wait. that doesn't even matter- ugh.'

you stood there for so long thinking to yourself about the future that one of the trainees had to tap you on the shoulder to make sure you didn't see medusa or something. repeating your little sorries and thank yous, you left the practice room and went on your way home.

you'd think that after weeks of non-stop overworking you'd hit your limit by now. the thing is, you never learn your lesson until you have to learn it the hard way. and that's exactly what's gonna happen.

---

back to the present, riki was currently doing a run-over of what he thinks you guys should do to make the choreography better. if there was one thing you and him had in common, it's that you always wanted to be ranked 1 through hard work.

however, you disagreed with some of the steps he created, and respectfully asked if you could show him what you were thinking of. in all honesty, riki was quite impressed. he'd never seen you dance up close since all he was able to do was take quick glances, but seeing you pour your heart into what you love and being absolutely great at it, it kind of gave him the feels.

yes. the feels. the butterflies. 🦋🦋🦋

though, in the next moment, butterflies was far from what he felt. his stomach did a full 180 and his face in such a shocked state as he watched your eyes roll back as your body practically shut down in front of him. he sped down to your side quickly and shouted for help, as he tried to shake you awake.

"please please wake up, I'm not sure if you'd wake up at all if you fell asleep so please..."

was the last faint thing you heard before slipping into unconsciousness.

---

beep , beep , beep

your eyes flutter open to reveal that you were in the nurse's office in the same building. to say you were relieved was an understatement, hospitals scared you a lot more since they'd have to call your parents.

looking around the dim room, it still resembled a hospital room, monitor, needles, riki, IV, wait. riki?

your eyes practically shot back to where he sat, head bowed down in an awkward position, closed eyes with phone in hands.

honestly speaking, it was kind of cute. but you knew it was uncomfortable. and you also felt SUPER guilty making him wait for you and practically ruining practice. he stirred a bit, easy to wake up due to the uncomfy position his neck was in.

in a couple of seconds you hear him ask, "___? you're awake?"

"riki.. what happened?"

"the trainer, our choreographer and the building's medical team were all here. they said that you were overworking yourself. not only that, you didn't eat, drink, or sleep enough. which I can only assume is because you're constantly practicing."

"... I'm guessing that has to be true then, if I'm already here. riki, I'm sorry."

"sorry for what?"

"for wasting your time. you didn't have to be tangled up in my mess if I wasn't an idiot and asked them for a different exam. we could'v-"

he cut you off, “you aren't wasting my time, and you need rest. please, ___ this isn’t healthy.” riki pleaded, and he seemed so genuinely concerned for you. “I know we’re labelled as rivals all the time but I want to get to know you better. as someone who ranked 1 consistently, I wanted to meet the one person who managed to achieve the same thing. you didn't disappoint me, you didn't waste my time, in fact, it was fun watching you disagree with the things I said. but then you fainted in front of me. I had no idea what to do, but thankfully Jungwon-hyung came in and helped me. but all that aside, your body needs rest. I've talked too much."

"it's okay, your voice seems to be making me sleepy anyways."

he didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

you handed him a spare pillow from your bed though, so he'll just take it as a compliment for now.

he didn't know what took over him in the next few seconds but he slowly put his phone in his pocket and reached his hand out to you, his hand resting on the bed right next to your waistline. as if it was beckoning you, your hand gravitated towards his, and the warmth of his hand and his comforting presence was enough to lull you back to sleep.

---

all the trainees in the floor were gathered in practice room #1, awaiting the announcement to see who got rank 1.

of course, they were expecting you and riki, but not together at the same time.

"nishimura riki, ___ ___. rank #1"

you and riki looked at each other in excitement, you could do nothing but listen at the moment, but celebration was in order later.

celebration? oh did you mean cuddles, making sure you're rested well and eating okay, hand holding, and a whole lot of light-hearted teasing? yeah.

[end]

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crazy-loca-blog · 3 years

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Casey Valentine: About Her Present

A/N: Did the inspiration suddenly hit me after I had no idea what to do about this because I had never thought about it before? It did. Set somewhere between the end of Book 3 and right after it just because otherwise I wouldn't have had things to say about Casey's future. Part of the @openheartfanfics "Meet My MC" event.

Meet My MC || About Her Past

If Casey had to describe her three-year residency at Edenbrook, she'd say it's been intense, life-changing and unexpected. Time went by so fast and so many things happened in so little time, that quite often she still thinks all of this is just a dream.

Sometimes she still doesn't believe that she survived a betrayal, a trial, and an assasination attempt. She could even write a book about it, but keeping some of these stories to herself and the people around her seems wiser.

She passed her boards with flying colors and now she's ready to face a new challenge: becoming the new head of the Diagnostics Team. Ethan offered her the job after he was offered the Chief of Medicine position by Naveen, and even though at first she didn't know what to answer, she knew that Ethan would have never offered her the position if he considered her incapable of excelling at it.

And you can tell she already has a lot of plans for the team, even though none of them implies filling the spot that she'll leave. The work dynamic with Harper and Tobias is amazing, and they all think they don't need another member at the moment.

She's also glad that her salary will allow her to get rid of her med school debt sooner than she expected, even though she knows what she'll do with part of her first payment: she'll get Esme a ticket to visit her parents in El Salvador. This is something she's been thinking about since she knew her story. She knows how it feels growing up without parents, so if she can make a difference on the life of her intern, she will.

The only condition for her to accept her new position as head of the team was to be able to set some time apart to work in the free clinic. This is one of the most rewardings experiences for her and it reminds her why she decided to become a doctor in the first place, so she doesn't want to lose that.

When Casey first arrived in Boston, it was all about the medicine. She wanted to learn from the best. Little did she know that the same guy she admired as a doctor would become the love of her life.

Everything began as a mentor and mentee relationship, but after a few months it became something else. And it's been that way for the last three years.

Their relationship has been... interesting, to say the least. They both had different reasons to fight their feelings for each other (Ethan's morals on one side, and Casey's previous heartbreaks on the other side), but apparently when two people are meant to be, things are just inevitable. And they seem to be inevitable.

After the longest time and many highs and lows, they made things official a few weeks ago. And they're over the moon about this. Casey doesn't remember being this happy before.

However, she wants to do things right this time. She has always felt her previous relationships failed because she made too many impulsive and bad decisions, and she really wants things to work this time... mostly because she has recently discovered admitted to herself that this is the first time that she is completely and utterly in love.

Yeah, she thought she had been in love before... but after meeting Ethan and understanding her feelings towards him, she just knew she had been so wrong in the past! She never felt like this about anyone before.

Do people talk about them? All the time. Does she care? Not at all. She felt uncomfortable about rumors at first, but Casey knows that people have been talking about them for the last three years, and she doesn't care anymore. She's just too busy trying to be happy to care about what people say about them.

However, to avoid any potential conflicts at work, they both have decided to keep their relationship as private as possible. And so far it's working.

If Casey learned something about friendship during her residency, is that you never know when someone may betray you. Luckily, she has few friends, but they're the best.

Luckily, they all happen to be brilliant in their areas of expertise, so they all are geting great job offers to stay in Boston. And none of them is planning to leave.

This is awesome for several reasons, but mainly because they don't need to find a new place to live or a new roomie, which is a relief for everyone, and because they won't need to schedule annual reunions to catch up on their lives... they can keep having their daily or weekly ones.

She is also lucky to keep working with people she admires a lot: Tobias and Harper. She still can't consider them her friends, but they're certainly on their way to become more than colleagues.

Outside Edenbrook, Casey also keeps in touch with her med school besties: Tracy and Lauren. They both are doing their residencies at Mayo Clinic, so the chances they visit each other any time soon are very low. However, Facetime helps them to keep in touch at least once a week... and Tracy is getting married very soon in New York, so Casey is counting the days to see her girls after all this time (maybe she should tell them that now she might be taking a plus one with her?).

Even though the original plan was that Oliver would be going to Boston with Casey, things changed after grandma Marie passed away and Oliver decided to stay back home.

The twins had never been apart, so this has been a whole new experience for them. Not only it has helped them to become their own person, but now their relationship is stronger than ever.

They keep in touch on a daily basis. They don't talk on the phone often, but they are constantly messaging each other during the day.

Oliver also visits her every two or three months. And Casey's heart feels so full of love when his brother has the chance to share with her extended family, just because they all get along really well. In fact, they've already set a tradition: every time that Oliver is in town, they make plans to spend a day at Martha's Vineyard.

Casey goes back to Virginia every summer; however, the end of her her residency might mean that this is the last time in a while that she'll be able to spend more than two weeks at home. But that's okay... as long as she has a few days to recharge her energy by being in touch with nature and with her roots, she'll survive.

Of course, she's dying to take her friends there. Ethan has already visited and he won't admit it yet, but he's become a fan of that place. He completely gets why Casey loves it so much.

The idea of returning home after the end of her residency was tempting, Casey actually considered it at some point, but she'd be lying to herself if she says her heart is not in Boston.

Going from Virginia to Massachussets was a 180 degree change in Casey's life. She traded the mountains, the lakes and the river for skyscrapers, Seaport and Boston Common. Of course, this also meant making some life adjustments and discovering new hobbies.

She finally managed to balance work and life (something that had been impossible at med school). And even though Donahue's is the place to go after the long shifts, brunch on weekends with the gang are definitely her favorites.

Bryce, Rafael, and Ethan introduced her to the gym life at Edenbrook. At first, she only trained with the guys, but now she goes a lot by herself too, especially when she feels too stressed or when she needs to disconnect from the world. However, when it comes to release anger, boxing with Jackie is most definitely the option at the top of her list.

Sienna has taught her the art of vision boards to achieve her goals, but she's far from mastering it. in fact, any person who sees her vision boards would think they were made by a 5 year old kid. At least she tries (and she may even have reached a goal or two).

She also volunteers with Rafael once a week at his community center, even though she still can't learn how to dance samba. Sometimes, they also recruit interns, residents and attendings to perform some routine health checks to whoever wants them. These events are a hit... handsy Henrietta can't deal with so many hot doctors at the same time!

Life has taught her a lot since she arrived in Boston. Third-year resident Casey is a completely different person than the girl who assisted a thoracotomy on her first day at Edenbrook.

Luckily she hasn't stopped being her best self; however, after the incident, she felt that life was giving her a second chance. And she's been making the most of it since then.

She has everything to be happy: a dream job, the best brother in the world, a group of friends that became her extended family, and a "new" boyfriend who has been with her through thick and thin during the last three years.

She still deals with some PTSD, but a good therapy and understanding that this is perfectly normal while trying to learn to deal with it helps a lot.

Now she's ready to make a real difference in health care, the one that she dreamed about making in her intern year.

Tags: @adiehardfan @izzyourresidentlawyer

#meet my mc #oph meet my mc #oph meet your mc #casey valentine

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willwriteforhugs · 4 years

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the boy in the bookstore (part two)

in which you meet a suspiciously handsome boy in your favorite bookstore- but are not cultured enough to know his true identity.

part one

ateez scenario

yeosang x (fem) reader

word count: 1k

g: fluff, angst if you’re a sensitive bitch

warnings: none for this part!

a/n: thank you so much for the positive reception on my recent posts! i hope you continue to enjoy them :) also, if you haven’t read part one, it is linked at the top of this post. make sure you read that one first! (p.s. merry christmas to those who celebrate!)

part two

a week has passed since you'd met yeosang. though the meeting had been brief, you catch yourself thinking about it quite a bit. at some point during the week, you had realized how little he had said. you had talked about yourself the whole damn time.

whatever, you think. i'll probably never see him again anyways.

but, as stories tend to go, this is not to be.

the date is november 20th, and you finally have a day off. no class, no work, nothing. you can't help but feel this is deserved. you work your ass off almost every day, so this break is very much needed. you spend your morning in bed, lazily watching tv shows and drinking iced coffee. around noon, you force yourself out of bed.

you dress yourself casually to run a few errands.

1- grocery store. you need cereal and fruit.

2- the office supply shop. your work's office is out of staples, and you'd drawn the short straw.

3- the bookshop. you told yourself you were going because you'd missed mrs. seon last time, but in reality, there is someone else you're also hoping to see.

the bookshop was quiet, as always. you don't plan on purchasing anything, though a few things catch your eye. ten minutes pass, and you finally see mrs. seon.

"oh- mrs. seon! hello!"

the small old woman does a full 180, her face lighting up. "oh, y/n! oh dear, it's been too long."

you nod in agreement, accepting her tight embrace. "i know. my fault." you pause. "i did visit last week, but you weren't in, so."

the woman grins and clicks her tongue. "oh yes, i knew you'd been here."

you falter at that. "what do you mean?"

her smile doesn't break. "well, lately there's been a handsome young man asking around for a girl who could only be you."

your mind goes blank. what did she say?

mrs. seon nods. "yes. he says his name is yeosang, and the girl he seeks is called y/n. so yes, has to be you." she clucks her tongue again. "i can't blame the boy, either. you are such a beautiful girl." she gives an adorable attempt at a wink.

your heart skips a beat. yeosang had been here? looking for... for you? yeosang, this boy who had seemed so cold and distant? this was not adding up...

the old woman chuckles, clearly reading your face. "he's in the back, y/n-ah. go have fun, or do whatever qualifies as flirting for you young people." and with that, she turned and walked away.

a beat passes, and suddenly your feet are moving. you're heading back to where this started. (involuntarily. you seem to have no control over your body.) as you round the final corner, you hesitate. are you getting ahead of yourself? has this been blown out of proportion? what if-

"hey." you snap back to reality, and there he is. he looks different today- almost like he tried harder. his birthmark is no longer visible, and his lips are tinted a blush pink. his lips....

"hey." he says again. this time, you meet his eyes.

"hello, yeosang." you say in a whisper. "i heard you were looking for me."

his body shifts slightly, angling himself towards you. a blush creeps up his neck, and he must feel it, because he moves his hands to his jaw.

you're blushing too, but you step further into the room. after a moment, he begins to speak.

"listen, i know this feels weird, but i really enjoyed that conversation we had last week. it probably looks like i'm stalking you, but i'd really just like to hear you talk. more. i guess." he coughs. "you know."

you spare a smile. "okaaay," a thought occurs to you. "i'll make you a deal." you say.

he raises an eyebrow, silently telling you to continue.

"i'll let you listen to me talk if you do the same. i wanna hear about you."

he pauses. "i guess i can do that."

you nod your head, then use it to gesture to the front of the store. "let's go, then."

"wait, now? like a date?"

"hey, i never said anything about a date. that was your doing. you didn't have to make it weird." at this, the boy flushes and rolls his eyes, but follows you out of the room anyway.

you don't leave the bookshop, but you find yourself sitting on the far end of the store, snuggled into one of the age-old yellow armchairs that sit by the fireplace. yeosang sits across from you, legs apart, with his elbows resting on his knees, and his chin resting on his hand. his gaze is intense and calculating, and you instantly feel self-conscious.

"so," he starts. "what were you wanting to do? play 20 questions, or something?"

"well, no. but now that you've suggested it, i'm changing my answer to yes. you wanna go first?"

he leans back, tilting his head to one side. "i guess. you said you were a student. what do you study?"

"journalism."

he nods, looking slightly impressed. then he gestures towards you, indicating that it was your turn. the quickness of this exchange surprises you, but you like it. yeosang seems to be a "no-bullshit" kind of guy... straight to the point and back. you appreciate that.

"okay....when and where were you born?"

"that's two questions, so i'm only answering the first. june 1999."

you make a face. of course he's that type of game player.

he continues talking. "so i get that you're in uni, but do you work as well?"

"yes, i work at a publishing firm. only as a secretary, though. so what do you do?"

for the first time, yeosang falters. "uh, i work in music. producing and stuff." he says vaguely, avoiding your gaze.

"oh, really? funny, considering that i was almost an idol...that's really cool, though."

for the next thirty minutes, this conversation continues. questions like "what's your favorite food?" (yeosang's is fried chicken and yours is kimchi stew) and "do you like to dance?" (yeosang says yes and you say no) are tossed around, but neither you nor your counterpart ask the questions that your hearts want to.

edit: part three is up now. thank you for reading!!

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osakasshitpit · 3 years

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I love Final Fantasy XIV

So I’ve been playing Final Fantasy XIV, and after playing for around 180 hours, I haven’t even finished A Realm Reborn. Normally, 180 hours is an insane time frame for a game to manage and hold my attention. Persona 5 Royal was 180 hours of game time, and that was slowly outstaying its welcome. FFXIV must be doing something right, because just recently I went to a convention and bought a Y’shtola Keychain in a heartbeat. I haven’t had time to play XIV a lot prior to this, since I was stupidly grinding Praetorium for days and got burned out. I haven’t played much in 2 months, and Y’shtola only really has a minor role during A Realm Reborn’s Storyline. Despite that, I started in Limsa and Y’shtola stuck with me since then. I just had to buy that keychain. My girlfriend asked me about it and despite me staying away from the game after being burned out, I explained to her in great enthusiasm why I loved Y’shtola and why I loved the game so much. I think that’s the first time I really realized how attached I was to this world, these characters, this game.

I came to FFXIV after having played WoW from Vanilla through WotLK, after having barely ever touched a MMO since quitting WoW. Honestly, I was very skeptical of XIV but holy fucking shit did it ever win me over. They are completely different games, mind you, but that is a good thing in my opinion.

So here is the longest tumblr rant post I have written so far, I think.

To be fair, the first 20 levels or so were kinda slow. You get thrown into the deep end and get bombarded with lore and characters, terms and phrases that you don't understand. For fucks sake, the opening cutscene shows Louisoix fighting Bahamut front and center. Its this big, epic moment of sacrifice, but to someone who has not played 1.0 and who doesn't know anything about the lore, this just zips right past you. During the main story of ARR, they keep talking about Louisoix and how important he is, but you haven't even seen the guy because he died before the game even started. I only really realized this today, it took me 180 hours and a look at the wiki to connect the dots. It really is a slow burn, but that slow burn was okay because everything else was so fantastic.

While the world can arguably be more subdued than Azeroth in parts, there is still this distinctive style that I quickly fell in love with. It’s fantastical, but it still feels grounded. Part of that has to do with how the game introduces you to the world, and how the main story quests explain to you the lore bit by bit. I feel like much of the world design of WoW was down to “the rule of cool”. Now, I’m not saying XIV doesn’t have that, but I feel like XIV always goes the extra mile to explain why this cool shit is here. Everything you see out there in the world feels like it has a purpose, a reason to be there and an explanation on how it works. The factions make sense, the political conflicts you get entangled in are believable. I feel like I am kind of biased to be honest. What got me to play FFXIV in the first place was seeing that Viera are a playable race. I’m a sucker for Final Fantasy, not in short part to my memories of Playing Final Fantasy Tactics and XII. XII is still my favorite game in the series, and much of that has to do with the world, Ivalice. Viera were always my favorite race of the ones seen in Ivalice. Seeing as you can play a Viera in XIV, I just had to try. Thinking about it, XII and XIV have a lot in common when it comes to world building.

One of the weirdest things to acclimate for me was how FFXIV handles story. I was used to WoW, where story was basically non-existent and you did what you did to see numbers rise and to unlock now content you could do. You are basically never involved in the story of WoW, you are just kind of there for the ride. In FFXIV, you are the main character. You are involved in what happens at all times, and that is kinda strange coming from WoW. At first I thought I wouldn’t like it, but the game made it work in my opinion. I also didn’t expect there to be so much of story to begin with. Kind of ironically the moment I realized just how much there was to experience was when I went through Ul’dah and saw a blue quest. Now, blue quest markers mean there is some content you can unlock by doing this quest. A lot of these are kinda short, with a bit of dialogue and some bits of lore for you to enjoy and I thought this one would be no difference. After all, the hook is basically just to help this lady mourn for the death of a friend. What I got was a fabulous detective adventure that spanned over the entire continent, where in I had to help the worlds most manly detective uncover the secret behind a mysterious phantom thief. To say the least, this 21 quest long quest line brought be hours upon hours of joy and had me in stitches throughout. And it was completely optional. I don’t think I even remember a single moment from any quest in WoW that made me this excited for it, optional or otherwise.

Ultimately these are very different games that try very different things.

Dungeons and Raids were a different thing. I remember when I rolled a new character for WotLK and wanted to do karazhan because I used to like doing that raid with my guild back in TBC. I could not for the live of me find a group willing to do it, because everyone was way more focused on the new content, so they could get better gear. Regardless, it just wouldn’t have been the same experience anyways I fear, because the new gear from the new Dungeons outclassed the raid gear from TBC, so karazhan would be way easier and a much different experience. In FFXIV, every dungeon is level synced by default, meaning if a higher level character joins, they get basically downgraded to the level the dungeon was designed for. Couple that with the Duty Roulette feature and suddenly, there was always someone to do any given dungeon with. I remember when I had to do the crystal tower raids and thought “why would they tie main story progression to a raid, I will never find a group to do that properly” but low and behold, I found a group within 30 minutes or less and raided through the entire set of raids within a day. Dungeons and Raids are generally a very pick up and play thing in FFXIV. To be fair, dungeons got easier and more pick up and play in WoW too, but Raids were always the endgame thing where you had to gear up and learn to play. In FFXIV, much more lenient. No corpse walking required. I say this, but I have yet to do the Coils of Bahamut or any Savage Raids. I have only heard that there is plenty of hardcore raid content for those who want that.

That’s nothing to say about the actual gameplay. FFXIV is a tab-target MMO, like so many others, but it manages to keep this kind of gameplay fresh by introducing a lot of mechanics that make the game more active than the typical “I stand here and hit my rotation a lot”. For starters, most enemies have special abilities that you can actually dodge by moving out of the way. There will a area marker on the floor and everyone within that area will be hit. It starts out easy, but later dungeons really start kicking your ass with this mechanic. You really need to say on your toes. In addition, every class is extremely different. They all have special mechanics unique to them, special meters and resources they will have to manage during combat and so on. For example, a Red Mage (the class I’m playing currently), has two meters that fill up as you cast spells. They generally have two types of spells, white and black magic. Each type fills its respective bar. Once they are both full enough, you can go in and do a more powerful melee rotation. However, if one bar is fuller than the other, the other bar will fill up slower. Since you need to fill both, you want to balance that out. You get instant casts for spells after performing a damaging spell, and you have some spells with a short cast time and good damage output that you want to cast and then use the instant cast of to cast a more damaging spell that has a long cast time. But these short cast, good damage spells require a you get from casting a spell of the respective type. So, in essence, you want to balance your use of black and white magic, but you also want to use the proc you get from casting your white and black magic, which means you cast more of the type which inherently unbalances your gauges. It becomes this micromanagement game you play with your procs and instant casts, so you can go in and do the big, flashy sword combo. And that’s just the red mage at around 50. Every class has something like this, and it’s all unique to them. Learning a class is not just learning the rotation and spells you have anymore, it’s really learning how to effectively play your class. Also, positioning. Some abilities do more damage from certain positions, so you will have to dance around an enemy to hit all the sweet spots with classes like monks. These complexities get introduced slowly as you level up, so you have plenty of time to learn the mechanics. My favorite feature might be the class system itself, though. In FFXIV, you aren’t limited to one class for the entire duration of your characters career. You can, from a certain point forwards, choose any class you wish and level that up instead. You can freely switch between classes outside of combat, too. If you are dedicated enough, you can level them all up to max, even. This means if you don’t like a class or the direction a class is going in, you can switch. I for my part started as an arcanist, so I unlocked Summoner at 30. I played Summoner up to 50 but I was just not meshing as well with the direction the summorer went in. So, I switched to Red Mage and after some getting used to, Its now my new favorite. Arcanists are special, because you actually unlock two classes at 30, so I also unlocked Scholars. Scholars are healers and that became my main dungeon class, since queue times are way shorter for healers. This would be unthinkable in WoW, and love the fact this is a thing here.

If I had to describe it, WoW is an MMO with RPG Elements, while FFXIV is a JRPG with MMO elements. I didn’t know I needed that, but in retrospect, it makes sense. The thing that really killed my progress in WoW was that I didn’t have anyone to play with anymore. My friends all dropped from the game and while I generally like doing solo content from time to time, I’m pretty introverted, after all... MMORPGs are usually most fun with friends. Final Fantasy XIV is a JRPG first, an MMO second. There is so much to keep your attention as a solo player, its nuts. All my friends who play this game, play on a different data center, so I can’t even visit them. Despite that, I had a lot of fun in my time with the game.

My experience with the game was incredibly positive, and I don’t think it will get worse from here. Everyone keeps telling me how great Heavensward is. I just have to finish 16 more quests and I’ll be able to see for myself what the fuss is about.

Honestly, if I had to say anything negative, it would be how longwinded ARR is. I mean, its not bad by any means, but I can see how someone could be turned off by this huge storyblock. Worst of all is, after you hit 50 and reach the end of ARR’s story line, there are 80 quests before you can even start with Heavensward. Since everyone keeps going on about how great it is, it’s kind of annoying how long you have to work to even get to it. In retrospect, it kinda makes sense though. These quests are meant to be played over months and months throughout a update cycle and bridge the narrative gap between one storyblock and the next, but holy fucking shit why did it have to be THAT long. They even cut like 20 of the quests from this already insanely long quest line. What the fuck. This is supposed to be an epilogue to ARR and it feels like I played a whole fucking JRPG in between ARR and Heavensward. Oh well. Thankfully, they learned from this and made the post-story blocks shorter.

I will just say that I can recommend this game. You should give it a try. Just... try not to drop the game before it gets really, really good.

#Rant #final fantasy #Final fantasy XIV

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Chris Evans HC

Chris Evans Headcanons

Dating/Marrying Chris Evans as an actress/actor would include:

The first time you two met was at the Oscars

He wore his red velvet suit

You bumped into his brother but you didn’t realize it was the Scott Evans so technically you talked about Chris who looked breathtaking in his suit to his brother

You happened to be in the next row in front of Chris.

You were nominated for Best Actress and you won the award

Chris came out beside you and helped you up the stairs like a gentleman he was

The after party, you ran into Scott and Chris

You apologized to the Evans bros when you commented on Chris

He didn’t mind it as he grinned at you and cheers to your Oscars

He follows your twitter

Doesn’t like them but he either retweets or replies to your opinions or thoughts

Chris asked you out after a few months of talking and hanging around LA

You joined Marvel

Playing a cool character that happened to take part in Steve Roger’s life

Fans using scenes in the movie for edits

You two take interviews together

People asking how you two met

“How did you guys meet?”

“I just accidentally told Scott that his brother was hot.”

Chris laughing

The Marvel Cast shipping you two all the way

You two are the party animals on set

Scarlett and Robert complaining about it

“Who’s most annoying or fun on set with you guys?” Jimmy asks.

“It’s very annoying when these two are in a room together. It’s like two toddlers who have sugar rush.”

You and Chris happen to leave Marvel

Chris happened to propose to you after a few years of dating, maybe just a few days after Knives Out was released

Fans expecting a film of you two together

Let’s just say they do get it

You and Chris take parts in a movie

Chris, of course already filmed Defending Jacob so you two took another movie

Doing a full 180

You two were set as a couple in the film

Intimate scenes (You might’ve gotten a few laughs out of them)

Chris was so reassuring during those things

“Is this okay?”

“Just put your hands wherever, bud, I don’t care! This is acting!”

“I don’t have to act how much I love you.”

Outside of your career let’s talk about you two alone

“I love you’s” all the way

Mostly every hour

Dog walks with Dodger

Dodger taking the middle of the bed, separating you and Chris.

“Hey, Bud, let Y/N move in more.”

Dodger doesn’t budge

“He hates me.”

But Dodger doesn’t

He just loves to be between you two

You and Chris began to plan the wedding

Your mother and aunts there to pick out a dress

Chris finding a suit

You planned the theme with Chris

You two maybe stayed up till 3 because of planning

You find the perfect dress

Your theme happened to be a secret by Chris because he had a surprise

Your bachelorette party was fun

Chris’ was just him and his friends

Oh! Your maid of honor was Scarlet because she supported you very well

The bride’s maids were some of the Marvel cast (You choose who) along with your sister (If you have one) and Chris’ sisters as well

Chris chosen his brother to be his best man.

Dodger was the ring bearer

Lexi Rabe was your flower girl, who was happy to be there.

Robert, Anthony, Sebastian, Jeremy, Chris Pratt, Paul Rudd and Chris Hemsworth etc. were Chris’ groomsmen.

The wedding was huge

It happened to take place in Boston

You wore a beautiful dress, it was long at the back

Your mother cried, including your dad

Chris had gotten nervous so his cast men all encouraged him and gathered in a circle, making small jokes to cheer him up

The wedding was beginning

Your father held your hand

His hand gently grips yours

“Chris is a good man. I’m proud of you.”

You tried not to cry

“You’re gonna ruin my makeup, stop it.”

You two chuckling

After the bridesmaids go out with the groomsmen, you go out next.

Once you took a step out, you spot Chris at the end

Chris’ hand goes to his mouth as he watches you walk up

Scott’s hand gently lands on his shoulder

Chris tearing up

Reaching the end, your father gives your hand to Chris

He takes it into his and helps you up the stairs

Just like he did at the Oscars

You both saying your vows

Blah blah blah

You both take the rings from your best man and bride’s maid of honor.

Slipping on those damn gorgeous rings

You slip on his first, seeing the diamonds on the top of it shimmer. They were blue and they matched his eyes

He took out yours, repeating the words you didn’t even listen to because he was so breathtaking

Every girl’s dream to be married

Your thoughts go away when he stares deeply into yours and raises your knuckles up to his lips as he gently kisses them

Small awes in the crowd

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Chris, you may kiss your bride.”

Those damn hands reaching up to your cheeks as he leans in.

Pulling you in, his lips crash onto yours

The family and cast all clapping and shouting

His cast men cheering louder causing Chris to chuckle on your lips

You and Chris leave the church to take wedding photos

Then after that, you two change for the party

You walk out first

Then Chris walks in

You would’ve cried right there because he was wearing the same tux you first saw him in at the Oscars

You two got your slow dance

Your family giving cheers and toasts

Robert being the comedian throughout his whole toast, making you and Chris laugh on how hard it was for Robert to work with them

Your mom slightly embarrassing you with childhood memories

You and Chris cut the beautiful cake

You two cut a piece and kind of make a mess on each other’s faces

“Hey, you got it on my boob!”

“Want me to get it off?” He smirks

You cleaned it off with a napkin

Chris holding Dodger in his arms as you dance with them on the floor

Posts everywhere

Happy content

Fans freaking out and sending out congrats!

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Thank you guys!

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scarletwinterxx · 4 years

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to Mark Lee

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“No no no no no” I say repeatedly as I open the oven, smoke coming out when I fully opened the oven door

“How did I mess this up” I mumbled to myself.

This has already been a very long frustrating day. Nothing’s going my way, and it’s suppose to be a happy day. It was Mark’s birthday, I was planning on baking a cake for him but obviously I just ruined that plan.

I hear my phone ring on the counter making me turn my attention away from the disaster in front of me, already giving up on the burned cake I set it by the sink and turned the oven off before answering the call.

“What?” I asked, annoyance loud and clear in my voice

“Uh you okay?” I hear Mark’s voice asked, oh great now I snapped at the birthday boy

“Oh Hi Mark, sorry I didn’t mean to snap at you” I mumbled

“No worries, are you okay though? You don’t sound good”

I wanted to tell him everything that is going wrong right now but it’s his birthday and all I’ve been doing all day is trying to make this day as special as possible.

I’m clearly failing at that.

“Yea just... Yea no I’m fine” I put my phone in between my shoulders and ear then walked back to the sink thinking of trying to bake another cake

“Okay, you’re coming over later right? Hyungs said we’ll have a little dinner party” Mark asked

“Don’t worry Lee, I’ll be there” a smile already making it’s way to my face. He really could make any day better no matter how bad it’s going. That’s just the effect Mark Lee has on people.

Maybe that’s why people just naturally gravitate towards him, He’s so lovable and adorable without even trying. He may look like the type who doesn’t like being adored or in Yuta’s case smothered, but when there aren’t cameras around he’s really cuddly and cute.

While listening to his story about how the guys barged into his room at exactly 12 am, I got distracted and forgot the fact that I just took the pan out of the oven. I accidentally touched it, immediately screaming in pain and dropping my phone.

Quickly putting my injured hand under the running water, while I reach out and grabbed my phone on the floor using the uninjured one

“What was that? Are you okay?” Mark asked, there was no point in saying I was when in reality I’m two seconds away from bursting out in tears

“No, I just burned my self. Can I call you back later?” Saying a quick goodbye to him, I then assessed my hand. Seeing a bright red line across three of my fingers.

Five minutes ago I didn’t know this day could get worse, I was apparently wrong.

I grabbed an icepack and rested my hand on it, finally giving up on the idea of baking a cake for Mark. I walked back to the couch and slumped on the seat, some time while scrolling through my phone waiting for my hand to stop hurting I fell asleep.

The sound of someone knocking on my door woke me up from my accidental nap. Still a bit disoriented, I walked to the door and opened it.

There a Mark Lee stood

“What are you doing here?” I asked, rubbing the sleep off of my eyes

“Came here to see you, what happened to your hand?” he asked back, I let him inside my apartment while he takes the my injured hand in his.

“Sorry I fell asleep, what time is it anyways?” I looked at the clock on the wall to see I have an hour left before I needed to go to their dorm for dinner

I looked back at Mark who was still assessing my hand, a little pout forming on his lips

“Don’t worry about me, it’s your birthday” I say while trying to pull my hand away from his grasp but he just held on tighter

“Doyoung hyung said some aloe will help with the pain, here I got some” I didn’t even the notice the bag he was holding, he set it down on the counter before taking out the medicine

“Come here”

I don’t know why but those two words made my cheeks burn, good thing his focus was back on tending to my injured hand

“Sorry” I mumbled, this made him look at me for a second before going back to applying the medicine on my hand and then proceed to blow some air on it

“What are you saying sorry for?”

“I don’t know, for worrying you, for ruining your birthday. I just wanted to bake you a cake” Looking down on my shoes as if it was the most interesting thing to look at, I didn’t notice how Mark stopped his actions to just stare at me.

Only when I looked back at him I noticed his intense stare, a little smile starting to creep on his face

“Is that how you injured your hand? While baking me a cake?” he asked

“Well no, I burned the cake then you called. I got distracted then accidentally touched the pan” I explained

“You didn’t have to make me a cake” he mumbled, now his hand now longer holding mine but instead he put them on my waist and pulled me closer to him

“Just wanted to do something special for you today” I told him, resting my hands on his chest while fiddling with my fingers

“Just being with you in this day makes it extra special”

I rolled my eyes at his statement, trying hard to hide the fact that my heart is about to beat out of my chest because of what he just said. Mark’s not the type to be flashy about his feelings, but when he does I feel like my world does a full 180.

“No like for real though” he told me again, this time I let out something like a whine making him laugh at me. I just buried my face on his chest trying to hide my burning cheeks

“After all this time you’re still blushing when I say things like that”

“Glad I amuse you”

“You’re too cute, baby”

“Speaking of cute, did you like my gift?” I asked him, lifting my head from his chest to look up at him.

“Did you really have to get me that?” he asked back

“What? It was cute, and it’s so you. Admit it”

“It was cute, but I still don’t know where to wear it”

“Uh at home? You can definitely wear it to the airport. It’s so comfortable, I might get one for myself”

The gift was a lion onesie, I’ve been dying to see him in it. I had to stop myself from giving it earlier.

“You know I voted for farm animals for your dance practice video” I told him, I still think about how cute it would have been

“Lion isn’t a farm animal, baby”

“I- Yea I mean- Whatever. You looked good in those pants anyways so who am I to complain” this time Mark was the one who was blushing, I just laughed at his reaction.

“Sorry I didn’t get to bake you a cake, I’ll get you one on the way back to your dorm. But happy birthday”

“Thank you” he said with the sweetest smile on, I honestly cannot imagine my world without Mark Lee in it. I thank the heavens, well and his parents, for basically blessing us with this guy right here. He just makes this world a whole lot better.

“No, thank you. Thank you for being you, for being here. Life would suck a little more if you weren’t here, I honestly cannot think about what it would be like without you bursting into random giggle fits” this made him laugh again

“I’m serious, hearing you that happy makes me happy. I don’t think I have ever met someone who laughs more than you do”

“You make me happy”

“This isn’t a competition, Lee Minhyung. Today is about you okay, let me smother you for today” taking his face in between my hands, I pulled him closer to me

“Happy birthday, baby. I love you” I whispered, a smile appearing on both of our faces. Before we could get any closer, a phone started to ring totally ruining the moment

It was my phone, I answered it quickly

“Bring Mark back, it’s almost dinner time” Yuta said from the other side of the line

“No, I’m keeping him. Bye” I said then hang up, meanwhile Mark looked confused during the whole exchange through the phone

“We need to go, Yuta might start to haunt me down if we don’t go back. And I’m getting you a cake.”

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rina-writes · 4 years

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Calm Waters (Part 1)

Summary: For the last five years, you have been locked away twelve to sixteen hours a day in a cell...filled with water. Your ability to hold your breath underwater for extended periods of time has led to a series of unfortunate events that led to your captivity. The only time you get outside of your cell is as a worker at the aquatic theme park where you are trapped. You had resigned to your bleak life until one night, the newly hired, attractive lifeguard, Grayson Dolan, falls into your tank as a result of a prank. Saving his life could be the start to saving yours.

A/N: This is probably the most unique thing I’ve written on this blog because it’s a sci-fi AU. You know how a lot of original content being a former fan fiction (ie. 50 Shades originally being a Twilight fic)...this is the opposite haha. Where this is an original concept that I made a fanfic using the twins since they are my current muses. Sooo....definitely let me know what you think!

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, loss of parents, captivity, and bullying. There is also lots of fluff and teenage romance!

If darkness had a temperature it would be cold. That’s what you decided after five years in the cell. It didn’t matter that the water was always kept at 67 degrees Fahrenheit, the optimal temperature for your survival, it always felt cold. In the ocean, the vibrations kept you warm. The sounds of a whale calling to it’s lover, dolphins whispering hello, and sharks chewing their prey all prickled your skin in tiny waves. You didn’t get that in your cell, because it was just you all alone until morning. Then the cover would be lifted and you could embrace the world.

If freedom had a temperature it would be warm. It would be sunshine of a cloudy summer’s day or the cotton candy machine churning out treats for a long line of toddlers. It would the smell of butter popcorn and the snug fit of a new promotional cap. While your world was small, you savored the seconds of your warmth outside of the cell. You knew your days of warmth would continue to decrease as you got older and you wanted to cherish it. This was your so-called youth that you overheard your audience joke about in between performances. Youth, the thing that you knew you possessed, and the one thing that was being taken away from you in order to provide it to another. Youth, the phrase that you understood in concept, but not what it showed in practice.

Until he fell into your cell.

It was what started it all. His kindness and curiosity launched you into a journey of discovering what it meant to be young. What it meant to live for today and tomorrow, making mistakes, learning from them, and making new ones. Falling in love. And ultimately, breaking out of your cell.

You were sleeping when it happened. You learned to find comfort in the dark. You would sink to the bottom and roll yourself into a ball. The entire side of your body would lay on the smooth, cold floor. As you rocked yourself to create small waves in the water, that always felt heavier at the bottom, you would fall asleep. You equated it to “tossing and turning” in a bed, a feeling you had not experienced since your confinement.

The moment his body hit the water, you felt it through all of your nerves. It was like an electric shock. Your eyes opened, despite not being able to see anything, but your skin told you everything you needed to know. Your legs fluttered behind you as you glided toward your target. It almost seemed insulting to call it swimming as your technique was so graceful that it looked like a dance.

At first, you didn’t know what it was.

The creature in your cell was about 5 feet and 11 inches in length, 180 pounds, and terrified. It was thrashing around, causing more waves in the water and alerting you of its presence. Your hands reached out and touched what you could identify was the middle of it’s back. It was covered in a jean jacket, that felt tattered even in the water. It was at that moment that you realized it was a person and one that didn’t want to be here.

You knew it wasn’t a threat. Most threats came in the form of scientific experiments. These tests were accompanied by a bright white light and white lab coats and shades staring at you almost in the nude. They wanted you to feel scared and powerless, so they would never sneak up on you in your own terrain.

Your touch obviously scared the person more, and with a gasp, you felt the last bubbles of breath leave their lips. Now terrified, you pushed the person towards the top of your cell. You figured there had to be a break in it somewhere if someone fell in. As you neared the top, you heard the sounds of distant laughter and footsteps. You knew the sounds of mockery when you heard it. It sent a chill up your spine, and a bit of anger burned in your heart. Why did people always have to hurt others? You saw a bit of light towards one of the edges of your cell and you pushed the person toward it. With a few hefty pushes, you finally got the person over the edge. You continued to push and push until the person was laying on ground beside your cell.

You poked your head through the hole and looked around. It looked different at night than during the day. At night it looked abandoned and scary. You couldn’t see the other cells from where you stood at all, despite knowing that the dolphins were one over and the hammerheads were on the other side. Your eyes narrowed in on the person as they got used to the darkness.

Your brows furrowed as you recognized him. His usually styled dark brown hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, his full brows relaxed, his hazel eyes shut close, his sloped nose twitching as he sucked in air and his full pink lips stuck shut. Grayson was quite popular since his arrival. All the girls liked him and all the boys envied him. To assert their status, some of the guys started picking on him. They would point out that he only wore old clothes and knock offs, and that his mother did all his hair cuts at 18. It seemed as though their latest stunt was tossing him into your cell.

They didn’t know what was in here. This area had been closed off, but it was easy for workers here to get to if you knew how. The cover didn’t allow people to see inside, especially not at night, and during the day, it was too risky to come up here without getting caught. You often heard people whispering above you, but no one ever broke in. You assumed it was neighborhood kids daring each other and backing out of it the moment it got too real. Most likely, Grayson didn’t know the rumors about the “dangerous creature” that lurked the last cell. He probably tried to look cool and pretend to go into the cell. They probably pushed him.

You rested you cheek on your arm which was resting on top of the tank. He really was handsome. Tomorrow, this damage to your cell would be repaired. You wouldn’t be able to exit it on your own. Part of you wanted to take your freedom and do something great with it. Runaway and save yourself from this hell hole.

Instead, you watched the breath finally enter through his lips and the rise and fall of your chest. You told yourself you wouldn’t get far. That no one els like was ever able to successfully blend in and you were the last person to be able to assimilate into society. But this, watching him, was something you could do.

You reached a hand out to touch his arm and then move to his shoulder and then to his cheek. His eyes fluttered open and you retracted immediately. Those hazel eyes squinted at you past his long lashes.

“Angel…” He whispered. He coughed, water coming out of his mouth as he turned on his side.

He may have said more, but you retreated to the bottom of your cell. You curled into your ball and rocked yourself as fast as you could. You tried to forget and fall asleep. You tried to pretend that tomorrow would be another day and you wouldn’t have to suffer the punishment…

Surprisingly, it was a normal day the next day. At sunrise, the glass top of your cell slowly rolled back, allowing the light to slowly seep through. You floated upward with trepidation, worried that there was danger waiting for you at the top. However, as usual there was nothing. You stepped out on to the roof and looked out over the town.

The houses looked like little dots next to the long spiraling streets and highways. You could see cars slowly moving in bumper to bumper traffic, and the specks of people leaving their homes. You wondered, like you always do if you looked like a speck too. You walked to your clothing station, waving at the dolphins as you walked by their cell. You hummed so they knew you were near.

Doris, the eldest dolphin, waved her left fin and then flipped around to twitch her tail fin twice to the right. You sighed and nodded understanding her message. One of the youngest dolphins was still having trouble sleeping. It was “rescued” from one of the fishing traps in the sea and was still adjusting to captivity.

You motioned with your hands at first creating a cover for your eyes with one hand and then letting that hand drop into a fist on top of your open palm. I’ll see what I can do.

You continued walking and opened the storage container. As far as other workers at the park knew, this was where they kept the cleaning supplies. Only you knew that this was where you got your clothes. As you put on your uniform, a white polo shirt and white wide leg shorts, you stared in the tiny, broken reflective piece of glass you kept there as a mirror. Your mother once told you that you couldn’t run around naked because it wasn’t polite. Yet, every night, you stripped off your clothes to your undergarments and every morning you got dressed on this roof. When you first were captured, you would hide away as you got changed. Then you realized that you were just a speck. Not just in terms of distance, but also of importance. No one would ever be curious what you looked like without your clothes.

Angel

The word popped into your head and you shook your head violently as if trying to get it out. It was the way he said it, his chest puffing up with air and then that air releasing from his mouth almost like a gasp as he looked at you with these hopeful eyes.

It didn’t matter. Grayson worked the wave pool as a lifeguard. He didn’t even work near the performance arena. Even if you did run into him, he wouldn’t recognize you. It was way too dark for him to make out your features. Still, you had to confess that the thought of him made you excited. The fantasy of him falling for you, the real you, was one that could keep your mind occupied for a long time.

You put on your socks and your shoes, your skin always drying quickly. Your hair took a few minutes longer, but you put the cap on anyway.

Pete’s Ocean Land.

To some people it was an affordable, local Sea World that saved aquatic creatures from the beach a couple miles away. For you and the other aquatic creatures here, it was a prison. At least you got the chance to leave, because of what you were. The dolphins, sharks, seals...none of them had the ability to just stand on their legs and play human. That’s why you did your best to help them. Making sure they had good food, alerting when they were sick, and keeping them company when you could. It was easier since they understood you.

You had inside jokes. For example, your main job at Pete’s Ocean Land was as one of the lead dolphin performance instructors. Prior to your arrival, they couldn’t get the dolphins to perform any tricks, but you were able to convince them to do it. While you yelled out commands to the crowd, in reality, you were signing the moves to them. The dolphins would often sign back rude or unseemly comments that made you stifle your laughter. Sometimes, they would even ask you who they should splash and you always chose someone who was ruining the event for someone else.

The best part was, the language was a secret. No one knew about it, not even your captors. It allowed you all to speak freely and have a bit of community. You didn’t know the origin of the language, but it was one your mother taught you back then. You always assumed it was the language of her people.

Your mother. Your father. The images of your parents brought both happy and sorrowful memories for you. Your father was human, but your mother was...whatever you were. It wasn’t quite clear. Mermaid sounded a bit far reaching as you didn’t have a fin or gills. If you had to describe your activity under water, it was holding your breath under water for long periods of time and gracefully swimming. Essentially, you were an amphibian. On the outside, however, you appeared like a completely normal 18 year old girl. That was how you were raised until you were 13 years old. Your parents died in a mysterious fire and on the way to the police station to get you up for adoption, you were told that your uncle would take you in.

Your uncle, aka Pete, was your dad’s eldest brother. Apparently, your uncle had tried to persuade your father to put you and your mother in his little exhibit for years, but your father refused. With him out the way, he now could do whatever he wanted with you. He told people he put you in the best boarding school, but in reality, you were locked away in one of the old tanks at the park. You called it a cell, but you knew what it was...it was a tank just like the other animals.

At 13, you ability to breathe under water wasn’t that strong, but Pete trained you. If you could call it that. Locking in that cell until you clawed at the glass for help. He would invite scientists who would push and prod you without a warning, and often with out anything on. You felt disgusting and less than human...thus leading you to feel like you were.

In the five years you lived in captivity, the only hope you had was your job. The occasional little girl that said she wanted your job when she grew up, or listening in on what was hip these days as teenagers conversed in the cafeteria, gave you the will to keep pushing forward.

You considered yourself lucky that Grayson had scurried off and was not found by any of the personnel. It allowed you to keep up appearances.

“Aurora?” You heard a voice ask behind you.

That was your name at the park. Obviously, your uncle couldn’t let you just walk around using your real name when you were supposed to be away. To emphasize your difference more, your hair was frequently dyed bright red. You hated it because when it was freshly dyed it would taint the water in your cell and your uncle wouldn’t bother to change it for days.

“Yes?” You said closing the cabinet. You expected it to be one of the workers here to feed the animals. Whoever they were, they were early.

Your eyes widened when you turned around to see Grayson standing there. He looked different in the light. His skin was so tanned, the muscles in his arms bulging under his white polo shirt. His white shorts hit him different at the waist, like he was a model or something. His hair was styled up in the front and he was cleanly shaven. His eyes, twinkling hazel eyes that looked green in this light, stared at you brightly.

“It was you! You’re the person that saved me!” He yelled.

You dashed forward, your eyes darkening in a way that Grayson had not seen anyone’s eyes change before.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said in your sternness voice “But do not come here and yell at this time of the morning. The hammerheads are still sleeping and they get restless.”

Grayson’s jaw dropped. He let out a soft laugh that faded into a smile.

“I heard you were serious about this, but I guess I didn’t realize how serious.” Grayson put a hand on his chest and dropped his voice to a whisper. “I won’t wake them. I just, I can’t believe it’s you. Last night…”

“What are you talking about?” You asked him frowning.

Your uncle taught you how to deflect any weird questions and it was always by gaslighting. Did you really see that? Are you sure I said that? He taught you threw practice and it hurt you to cause Grayson the same pain that you endured.

Seeing Grayson’s eyes saddened only made it worse.

“Please,” Grayson whispered. “I don’t know how you were able to save me, but you are my guardian angel. I can’t thank you enough.”

“I-I…” You stammered as you stepped away. How could you deny something so sweet?

“Be honest…” Grayson asked. “Is it just an empty tank?”

Your eyes widened. Could this be the silver lining?

“Yeah…” You nodded, walking him over to your cell. It was the first time you ever looked at it from this angle. It looked so big, but down there, it felt so small.

“Whew…” Grayson said with a smile. “I didn’t really buy that it was a monster or anything...but can’t say I’m not glad.”

“No monster down there.” You said, bitterly. “The monster is up here walking around in sheep’s clothing.”

There was a silence. Grayson looked at you, strangely. You wanted to curl into your little ball. You almost settled for the next best thing, running away, when his laughter stopped you.

“You’re so edgy, I love it.” Grayson grinned.

You forced a laugh. “Ha, yes, edgy.” You didn’t really know what that meant, but you would figure it out eventually.

Grayson looked nervous and he glanced away from you. You also took the opportunity to look at the sun. You didn’t have a watch, but from the sun you could tell your shift was starting soon. You needed to prep the performance arena area. You motioned to leave when Grayson stopped you by grabbing your wrist. His skin was so warm now. It was warmth of the sun on the cloudy day, of the cotton candy machine, of butter popcorn...it was that warmth.

“Can I take you out to dinner?” He blurted out. “I-I can invite my brother and his girlfriend if that would make you feel more comfortable for a first date.”

You shook your head. “Dinner? Date? Oh no, I can’t do that.”

You couldn’t leave the premises. Even if you wanted to, you didn’t have anything else to wear. He would know that something was wrong when you came in your uniform, soaking wet.

“How old are you?” He asked. “Are your parents strict?”

“18...and sorta.” Your real parents were not strict at all, but your captor was a demon.

“Hm,” Grayson rubbed his chin with his right hand. “What about lunch at the cafeteria?”

You ate there anyway. There were no rules about you eating with coworkers. You were just so weird, no one wanted to talk to you.

“Okay.” You nodded.

His face lit up with the brightest smile you had ever seen. You felt like your heart had been wrenched. You felt your face get hot and you looked away.

“See you in front of Lu’s?” He asked.

You nodded again. That was the burger joint in the cafeteria. It was where everyone ate and the line was always long. You never bothered to wait because it was lonely to stand on line by yourself. Now, you had someone to talk to while you waited.

You heard Doris making noises and you turned around. Grayson made an “aww” noise and ran over to look at her. Standing behind Grayson, you saw that Doris was signing you a question. She moved her head in a circle to the right before lifting and dropping her tail fin three times. That was an easy translation...

New mate?

“Grayson, let’s go.” You said, pulling his arm. “Doris, is just trying to rile you up.”

“I don’t mind,” Grayson said, but he still allowed you to pull him, liking the way it felt to be held by you.

Behind your back, your crossed your index and middle finger before pulling your crossed fingers in a straight line toward the right.

Shut up.

You heard Doris make another sound as you both exited the roof area that you easily recognized as her laughter.

By lunch time, you stood by the cafeteria with your head down. The cafeteria was really just an outdoor food court with an awning made of cement covering each of the restaurants and a seating area. It had archways all around that allowed people to enter from all side. It was painted a pee yellow color that you hated, but you weren’t sure if it was only because you hated this place.

With your (terribly) dyed red hair, people often stared at you. When people tried to talk to you and realized that your vernacular and knowledge of the world was trapped to five years ago, you were seen as some kind of freak. Once enough people realized you were weirdo, the bullying began. They would make fun of you, sometimes pretending to be your friend only to humiliate you. They would throw food at you. The worst was just the laughing. It felt like everyone who laughed just laughed at you.

“Hey Rory!” Grayson said.

You looked up to see him waving at you theatrically. You pointed to yourself and he nodded with his laugh. His laugh didn’t feel like daggers. It felt comforting.

“Yes, you.” Grayson laughed. “I wanted to give you a nickname and I think Rory is kind of cute. You can call me Gray.”

“Okay, Gray.” You felt a tingle of happiness. You hadn’t had a friend or a nickname in so long, you forgot what it was like.

“Shall we?” He asked, gesturing to the long line, and you nodded.

As you stood in line, you sucked in a deep breath. All eyes were on you and you felt your entire body tense up. You stared at the ground and said nothing as the line slowly inched forward. Grayson cleared his throat and if you had looked at his face, you would have noticed his bashful expression.

“So, besides saving stupid lifeguards, what do you do in your free time?” You looked up to meet his eyes and saw his shining, pearly white smile.

Your eyes darted to the people around you, but this time you realized that it was not YOU they were staring, it was HIM. Suddenly, you realized that people didn’t even see you around him because he was so gorgeous. For some reason, this emboldened you to raise your head, just a little.

“Uh, I don’t really do much outside of work.” You said, trying to seem normal. “I actually really like working with the animals.”

“Oh I see. Do you want to be a marine biologist or something?” Grayson asked. “I think you would be good at it.”

“I don’t know.” You bit your lip. “I’m kinda known for being dumb.”

Grayson’s brows furrowed and you worried you somehow offended him.

“What do you mean?” Grayson asked. “I see you rattle of facts about every species in this place every day, answering the wildest questions with grace. Who is calling you stupid?”

You blushed. “Well, outside of the water, I don’t really know much.” You smiled. “I mean, Doris doesn’t know what’s happening on Facebook.”

“Wait, you don’t have social media?” Grayson asked, his eyes going wide. “Like, nothing?”

You shook your head. Grayson’s jaw remained wide for awhile and then he nodded.

“Oh right, strict parents.” He reminded himself. “So, like how do you usually date people?”

“Ha, I don’t.” You gave a soft laugh that showed your shock at the ridiculous question.

Grayson smirked a little bit. “I mean have you ever kissed anyone?”

You thought about it and you did. Before all of this, before you knew how different you really were, life was pretty alright. You had your first kiss when you were nine, and shortly before the fire you had your second kiss with a boy in your class. He said he wanted you to be his girlfriend, but he wanted you to think about your answer. It was over a vacation break, so you had quite a bit of time. It was an easy decision, you were going to say yes. You just never got a chance to tell him.

“I have, when I was younger.” You glanced at him. “You?’

“Uh yeah, a few times.” Grayson looked away. If you hadn’t kissed that many people, there was no way he was going to list his previous rendezvous.

“What do you do outside of work?” You asked, wanting to learn more about him.

“Typical stuff I guess. I surf, skateboard, hike…” He continued to list outdoor activities that you remembered partaking in or hearing of during your childhood, but it all seemed distant now.

“You’re really active, huh?” You remarked.

“I like it!” Grayson jokingly flexed his muscle. “I like to stay fit. Do you exercise?”

“Uh, I swim.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Ha, no kidding!” Grayson joked. “A little embarrassing to be saved as a lifeguard.”

You smiled. Before you could respond, you realized you were at the front of the line. It felt like a couple seconds with Grayson. Time just flew with him which usually only happened during your performances. The rest of you life was counting the moments until it was over. You almost wished you could relish in this a bit more.

“Can I get the beyond burger, with the vegan cheese fries?” Grayson ordered. He smiled at you. “What would you like? It’s on me.”

“What’s the beyond burger?” You asked, tapping your chin. You usually went to the less frequented pasta place and got their pasta of the day. You would split it for dinner, learning over the years that no one would feed you if you didn’t do it yourself.

“It’s a meat substitute.” Grayson explained. “I’m vegan, so…”

Grayson was getting embarrassed. Being vegan wasn’t super popular in your area. When he first starting working at Pete’s Ocean Land, the other boys ridiculed him for it, claiming there was no way he could have six pack without eating meat. He soon learned it wasn’t worth arguing and just stopped talking about it. It felt weird to have this conversation again and he didn’t want you to judge him.

“I’ll try it too.” You said to the person ringing up the order.

Grayson’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “Alright, well let’s throw in some vegan shakes too.”

The person nodded and gave the total. Grayson put it on his employee card and took the receipt. You waited on the pick up line, rocking back and forth on your heels. Conversation was so difficult for you, but you worried he would ask you more questions if you didn’t beat him to it.

“What do you want to do? Is it your dream to be a lifeguard?” You asked.

Grayson laughed, shaking his head. “No. In my dream world, I would be a pro surfer, but right now, I could settle for being a diving instructor at some fancy resort.”

“You must really like the ocean then.” You deduced, a bit of hope in your voice.

“Yeah, I mean obviously I care about animals since I’m vegan. But, ocean animals are like so cool. It’s a whole ‘nother thing seeing them in their natural habitat and not in tanks.” Grayson paused and his voice drops into a whisper. He leans in to your ear “Like don’t get me wrong, I’m glad Pete rescues these animals, but you never see him put them back. They just stay here forever. How sad.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you felt his hot breath on your skin. It didn’t help that it felt like he was talking about you. You would also have to stay here forever. How sad.

“I wish we could set them all free.” You said in a low voice.

Grayson smiled. He was staring at you with a soft sweet smile that made your heart loop-di-loop. “Yeah me too.”

The number on top of your receipt was called and Grayson went to retrieve your food. You looked around the seating area for an empty space, chewing on your lip nervously. You also hated looking for a seat, this where people would usually try to tease you or throw stuff at you.

“Come on, let me show you my secret spot.” Grayson was holding your food in to-go paper bags, a move you hadn’t noticed until now.

You follow him out of the cafeteria and around the corner. There were some stairs that were blocked off, but Grayson ducked under the barrier with ease and confidence. You followed his lead and walked up the steps to the top floor. It was the roof of the cafeteria and there were tables with benches attached scattered around. There was an umbrella on a few of the tables and Grayson chose one to sit under. You guessed that people were once able to eat up here, but it was closed down for some reason.

“Nice and quiet.” Grayson remarked.

You sat down on the bench just as a cool breeze tickled you skin. You didn’t feel like you were in your prison. In this moment, you felt like you were on a real date. With a very handsome guy who treated you to lunch and wanted to get to know you. It was your first dose of normalcy in a very long time.

Grayson separated your meals, tearing the bag to use it as two plates. You unwrapped your burger and inspected a bit before taking a bite. Grayson was pretending not to stare at you, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to see your reaction. Your eyes lit up.

“It’s delicious!” You said, covering your mouth as it was still full. “I haven’t had a burger in a long time, but this tastes amazing.”

Grayson grinned. “I’m glad you like it.”

You continued to devour your burger and Grayson watched as he fought back laughter. He finally started to eat as well, but he would take bites without much thought, focusing mostly on you.

“Try the fries too.” Grayson suggested, pointing at your fries.

You nodded, shifting what was left of your burger to one hand and grabbing your a fry with your now freed hand. Your eyes widened.

“This taste better than the cheesy pasta at Marco’s!” You remarked making Grayson laugh.

“As a mix of Italian and Irish, I can confirm that Marco’s may not be the best judge of cheese.” Grayson gave a bright grin. “But it’s really a cheese substitute sauce that add more seasoning to take compensate for the different flavor.”

“It’s amazing…” You gushed, eating more fries.

As you polished off your food, you couldn’t help but wish you had saved some for later. It would have been nice to enjoy this for dinner instead of as one meal. At the same time, something told you that it wouldn’t taste as good cold. You hoped it would hold you over through the night.

“I love a girl who can eat.” Grayson said, sitting in front of his empty food wrappers. “You almost gave me a run for the money.”

You gave him an embarrassed smile. Your mother always criticized you for eating too quickly. It would give you gas and cause uncomfortable bloating. It had been so long that you had eaten something that you truly enjoyed that made you revert to your old habits.

“It’s not good for you.” You said, echoing our mom’s words. Your eyes danced over to the milkshake, and your mother’s lecture was out of your mind. You reached for it and took a sip.

“This is amazing!” You said, sucking it down faster.

“You say that a lot.” Grayson teased, taking tiny sips of his milkshake. “They are sweeter than real milkshakes to make up for the lack of fat, but I think this is made with oat milk.”

“I really like it.” You said, taking a breath of air. “I want to eat more vegan food.”

Grayson grinned. “There aren’t many vegan options here, but there’s plenty outside the park. If you’re down, we can have a picnic or something after work.”

You face saddened and you shook your head. “I really can’t.”

“Where do you live?” Grayson asked. “I am pretty good with parents. Maybe if they meet me…”

You thought about your parents. They would have loved Grayson. He was sweet, polite, well-mannered and had a great sense of humor. Your father would have probably tried to come off as intimidating, but then he would warm up within seconds telling embarrassing jokes. Your mother would have made some iced tea or something and offer some of her homemade shortbread biscuits. Tears stung your eyes and you blinked quickly to shove them back.

“No.” You shook your head again. “It wouldn’t work.”

Grayson pursed his lips. “Can I call you? What about walking you home from work?”

You shook your head sadly to both questions making Grayson sigh. With slumped shoulders he announced why he was pushing you so much.

“Rory, my shift starts in 20 minutes. I can’t wait until tomorrow to see again. I just want to spend more time with you.” Grayson leaned forward. “I mean don’t you feel the connection between us?”

You blushed. Of course you did, but not because you “saved his life.” For the first time, you were just you. You weren’t some freak being tested and experimented on. For so long, your human status had been ripped from you and allowed you to be treated like garbage. But Grayson saw all animals equally and it made you believe that he would be able to accept you too.

“I do.” You said, finally. “But, I think we should take our time.”

Grayson nodded. “Alright. That’s completely fair.” He laughed nervously. “My brother always says I fall hard way too quickly.”

You smiled. Your friends used to say that about you too. “Tell me more about your brother…”

You and Grayson talked for fifteen more minutes about your childhood and old memories. It was easy to blend in with Grayson since he enjoyed reminiscing. He didn’t ask you about current events or quiz you on gossip. Talking with Grayson was easy and your mouth got dry from speaking and laughing. Most of your interactions were with the other aquatic captives and that was all signing. You hadn’t heard yourself say things outside of the performance script in so long, you forgot that you had opinions and interests.

In the five minutes before Grayson’s shift, you cleaned up and took your trash downstairs to dispose of it. Grayson reached into hug you and you tensed up a bit.

“Sorry, I smell like chlorine.” You apologized.

Grayson laughed. “Don’t we all?”

He hugged you tightly and you realized he was a liar. He didn’t smell like chlorine at all, but of the most refreshing floral scent you had ever encountered. It was almost like the smell of freshly washed linen being fluffed on a bed. So comforting. He waved to you and ran off to the wave pool. You watched him run away before going to feed the dolphins.

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tsunflowers · 4 years

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ok preliminary judgments of chuang2021 guys based on the first episode

chen ruifeng is a 26 year old 192 cm scorpio and a ballet dancer. he cant fucking sing but he did a goofy rap and I was impressed by his ability to go from elegant ballet boy to funny rapper boy

this is the guy who eats bugs. according to the guy he came with anyway. he was like "I'm inspired by bugs and scorpions and stuff when I choreograph my dances" so his dances are really fucking weird. I appreciate that about him

this is santa he's the one who said rikimaru eats bugs. he's really cute and an incredible dancer. he has a good stage presence too. I think he definitely has a chance to win this thing

I think liu yu kind of looks like a cute lesbian. he and santa were the ones who started playing twister during their dance battle. he's a traditional Chinese dancer and he's so charmingly serious about it. he was like "whenever I put on hanfu I do my best to embody the elegant and austere ideals of the traditional man" and the interviewer kept telling him to loosen up and be more casual

this guy gan wangxing got tiktok famous bc someone filmed him while he was working as a ghost at a haunted house (?) and he was so unbelievably handsome that he went viral. he's like very shy and modest and clumsy but everyone on the show was obsessed with him and every time he did something they would all stand up and applaud like "wooo!!!! you can do it!!!!" so he seems like a worthless himbo. I mean that as the biggest possible compliment

amu is a former johnny's apparently?? he was wearing this boldly patterned shirt in the first performance and whenever they cut to him I was like "kiriya?!" aside from being handsome he's a really energetic dancer

I put lin mo on my list after hearing him sing but then when he heard guys do an ultraman song he jumped out of his seat and yelled ultraman!!! and I knew I was right to put him on the list. but actually he jumped out of his seat for pretty much every performance. he's a super excitable guy

I thought this guy zen hanjiang was so fucking annoying at first bc he was in the esports group and his hair is ugly but he did a gamer rap that won me over and said he was in love with another guy he did a rap battle with so I came to see his charms. you cant deny that hes cute

this one's yuu, he looks kinda cool in this image but he seems to be 100% a goofball. he keeps showing off his muscles and his intro was running into the room and slipping on purpose. he makes me laugh so I think they should keep him around. also hes cute

xue bayi, I think he looks like watakei and I like his long hair. the fact that he can do a full split and also kick one of his legs 180 degrees straight up from a standing position is a lot for me to take in. I was prepared to stan him from looks alone but the flexibility was a plus and then I discovered that I love his singing voice

garbage website tumblr won't let me upload more than ten images and the 11th guy I wanted to post is possibly the prettiest so you're missing out but his name is hu yetao

those are all the guys I'm personally interested in but I think the guys to watch out for based on the way the show framed them are liu zhang, oscar, zhou keyu, li jiaxiang, and bo yuan

#gamer boyband

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angellesword · 5 years

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Silver Dust

Summary: Yoongi proposed to you and you're contemplating whether to say yes or no.

Pairing: Songwriter Yoongi x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, and fluff.

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings/ author's note: I wrote like a whole ass song using Cypher pt.4 beat lmaooo, kissing, minor smut, mention of rape, abuse, killings, and corruption.

<<< The first meeting >>>

The first time you met Yoongi's eyes wasn't really that special.

There was no sign of your heart skipping a single beat, if there was, you're 100% sure he's not the reason behind it because 1) you pretty much believed it's just the effect of drinking three shots of espresso in one sitting. 2) You were damn nervous since your prelim grades were already out.

You didn't even feel any butterfly in your stomach, nor did your world light up—and this, to be honest, was understandable, especially when Yoongi's eyes were dead as fuck. You figured that if it wasn't for your shared seven am class, he would probably still be lying in bed.

"The professor said you're my partner for this project." Even the first time you heard his voice wasn't special.

If there's one thing that made Yoongi Yoongi, it's his monotonous voice. At first, you thought he just didn't like the idea that you two were stuck together to work on a project. (Again, it's understandable) You also found it ridiculous that your professor actually paired you with a stranger.

Well, it's not like you knew Yoongi. Unless knowing his full name counted. But really, it's inevitable since the two of you went to the same classes since freshman year (you're a senior now) apart from that, almost all your professors never failed to voice out their adoration for him.

You first heard his name when your history instructor made it very clear that Min Yoongi's works would be his "standard" when it came to grading your individual projects. In short, if Yoongi got an A, you and your classmates should also either get an A or an A+ or else, you're considered 'failed.'

It’s kind of fucked up, really. Most of you knew that Min Yoongi was a monster when it came to collecting As. Unfair. All he did during class lectures was sleep and yet, he still managed to be number one.

Huh. It must be awesome to be God's favorite.

There was also this one time when one of your professors, Mr. Bang, cried when he asked Yoongi to read his essay in front. The smart boy was reluctant at first. He despised exposure, that's for sure. However, the professor's so persistent that Yoongi obliged just to make the annoying instructor shut up.

You're actually glad Mr. Bang managed to persuade Yoongi. His speech about finding yourself and being happy made Mr. Bang and almost everyone in your class cry. Yoongi transformed into a completely different person the moment he started his speech. Monotonous Voice? Gone.

You figured that yes, your heart didn't skip a beat when you first caught his eyes, but boy did your heart hurt when those simple words leaving his mouth turned into a piece of art.

<<< Your one brain cell >>>>

The second time you met Yoongi's eyes was in front of his house. The two of you decided to work on your project at the school's library, however the place was loaded with students cramming their paper works and you just couldn't bear to hear another person aggressively typing on their laptop anymore. You were sick of it.

"Uh, hi?" you awkwardly smiled at the blond man in front of you.

You weren't quite sure how to react when he was just staring at you blankly. Yoongi's lips were pursed together and that alone made you uncomfortable.

"We were supposed to meet at the library..." He raised his brow as if he wanted to know how the hell did you know where he lives? And were you a fucking stalker?

"I..." You instantly trailed off when he narrowed his brow more. Man, he sure was intimidating. The lack of spark in his eyes made you wince. The man in front of you had thick, low set brows—making them appear almost completely straight. (Poker face alert)

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat before trying to form a coherent sentence.

"There...people. I mean, the library is packed with uh, people."

"So you just decided to show up in my house?"

His question made you quiver. This was such a wrong move. Of course you couldn’t just knock on his door like this; you two were not even friends!

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know any other place and I..." You heaved a deep sigh. "I saw your friend Jeongguk and he told me where you live—“

"Right." He cut you off by opening the door wide. Of course it had to be Jeongguk. That little shit really knew how to annoy Yoongi.

"Holly peed on the couch so there's no way we can work there. Is my room okay to you?" Despite not seeing his face, you instantly knew that Yoongi's question was directed at you. He was leading the way inside his house and you're behind him, quietly following where he's going.

Yoongi's house was not that big, but it's a lovely and comfortable place. Unlike your dorm, you felt at home here. It's probably the indoor plants that made the place more alive. You suddenly wondered if he's living with someone. Did the love of his life stay here? Or did he have a roommate? You're adamant that he lived alone; otherwise all these plants would probably be dead.

You weren't really a judgmental person, you're rather logical. Yoongi slept during class hours; he couldn't be bothered by moving a single inch, too. You guessed that he hated any form of activity and maybe, that included watering plants.

You were about to ask him if he lived alone when your voice had been overpowered by loud, boisterous bark.

"Oh! Hello there, little guy..." A giggle escaped from your lips when a small dog went your way to lick your exposed legs.

You squatted in front of the puppy so you could pet his furry head.

"Holly, no!" Yoongi called the attention of the brown poodle, but it couldn't care less. The dog named Holly still continued to ask for your affection.

"Holly!"

You almost whined when Yoongi took Holly away from you. You're sure the puppy hated it too. But Yoongi told you that his pet needed to learn his lesson first. The naughty dog really peed on the couch right after his bathroom training. Yikes!

Yoongi let you inside his room after your little encounter with Holly. The vibe of his room contradicted the overall theme of the house, but you had expected it to be this way nonetheless.

His bedroom walls were painted dark blue, too dark it's almost close to black. There's nothing much in his room except a single bed, a study area with lots of technical devices, and oh!

Amusement danced in your eyes when you noticed different manga books on his shelf. You didn't think that Yoongi was the type of person who would dwell on such things, but what really caught your attention was his album collection.

"You like Epik High!?" you couldn't help your enthusiasm when your eyes found the band's album called Shoebox resting on the black metallic shelf near his bed. Damn. Shoebox was your best-loved album of all time! You liked all songs by Epik High, however nothing could ever top the said album for you. Your ultimate favorite song had to be Amor Fatti. That song slapped, though its meaning was often misunderstood by many.

Yoongi only spared you a few glances from the moment you showed into his house, this time, however, he was looking at you intently and for the first time, you saw him smile, a shy one at that.

"Yeah...they're the reason why I write songs..." He whispered, too soft you barely heard it.

You even blinked. Did you hear him right?

"Oh, you're a songwriter?" You flashed a loop-sided smile that made Yoongi's cheeks red.

"Uh, well...it's just what I like to do during my free time."

You nodded and hummed, your eyes were still busy roaming around his room when an idea popped in your mind.

"So why don't we make use of your talent and write a song for this project?" You caught Yoongi's eyes again, but this time, it didn't look dead, truthfully, his pupils dilated when he heard what you just said.

You instantly defended your suggestion.

"I mean, we don't really have a plan, and now we have. I think you're pretty good at it so it'll make our jobs easier. I can sing, don't worry..."

You hated saying that, though you didn't have a choice. You needed to convince him that producing a song would be such a good idea.

Your professor said you needed to make something, anything that would elicit a reaction from him and your classmates. This was a psychology class and your topic for midterm was all about emotions. Mr. Kim Seokjin, your professor, was tired of doing all the talking, especially because your class was unresponsive, so to save his voice (and brain cells probably) he told the whole class that the remaining meeting for midterm would be about his students showcasing their talents that wold, like what you had said, gain extreme emotions from your classmates. It's actually easy except that you're paired with someone you were not close with. On top of that, the presentation of the project shouldn't exceed ten minutes, and lastly, it should be personal.

You spent days thinking about what you and your partner could do, but your brain cells weren't cooperating since you only had two of it, the first one was sleeping and the other only knew the words "Nothing, bitch."

And so now that your former brain cell decided to wake up and save you from your misery of being stupid (even if it's just for good three minutes) you're willing to take it.

Before your 180 seconds ran out, you immediately started blabbing words to convince Yoongi to produce a song with you.

And guess what? Your convincing power must be really good (or maybe you're just as annoying as Mr. Bang and Yoongi just wanted you to shut up too) but hey, at least Yoongi agreed!

<<< Weirdo >>>

The third time you met Yoongi's eyes—well, it's not really the third time. You had actually lost count on how many times your eyes locked with each other. Sometimes, it's a conscious act, but most of the time, it's not. You guys would just find yourselves staring into each other's eyes when you didn't know what lyrics to write next.

Producing a song was not as easy as what you thought it would be. It had been three weeks since the two of you started this project. Yoongi's room had been your workplace ever since. He had the equipment you needed plus it's easier to meet here since your dorm was just meters away from his house.

"My damn throat hurts like hell!" You groaned before collapsing on top of Yoongi's bed.

The past three weeks you spent with Yoongi made the two of you start a beautiful friendship. Admittedly, it's not really beautiful since most of the time; you're bickering at each other. You and Yoongi were so different from each other. He liked starting his work early because he wanted to finish it early. You, on the other hand, were his exact opposite. You're the play now, work later type of person and Yoongi hated it so much. While he practiced delayed gratification, you sat there and ruined everything.

You were always on his bed, cuddling his pet Holly. That's most likely the reason why it's only been two days since you two finished the song. It took almost three weeks because of your procrastinating ass, and now, you suffered. The two of you only had a week before you performed this in front of your class. Yoongi was pissed off at you for the reason that you still hadn't finished memorizing the lyrics and your voice was already strained.

“If I ever see you drinking cold water again, I will fucking drown your ass on that water as I behead you, and then I will freeze your head." Yoongi warned as he joined you in bed.

"Ohhh, morbid. I like that..." You shrugged your shoulders and then you buried your face on his chest—making him groan in irritation.

"You weirdo, get away from me!"

"No..." You laughed because Yoongi was the weird one here. He told you not to touch him or stay close to him, but at the same time, he's wrapping his arm on your waist.

You wondered if this was okay, it's just been three weeks since the two of you had been formally introduced, and yet, you found comfort here. On his bed. In his arms.

You smiled to yourself, yes, Yoongi was a weirdo, but so were you.

<<< Namjoon’s Party >>>>

What you considered as the fourth time you met Yoongi’s eyes was also the first time he called you by your given name.

“You feel so good…” He moaned your name on your neck, his hands were tightly wrapped around your waist—enjoying your body heat.

You suddenly thought if dragging Yoongi into this party was the best idea. Right now, you had no freaking clue how to act. You’re drunk, but not too drunk to not think about the consequences of this night. But damn, you’re just a human. A horny human! How could you possibly stop Yoongi when he’s using his soft lips to paint bruises on your neck!?

You could just push him away and you knew that, though you were also aware that your mind and heart wouldn’t want that, not when you liked what he’s doing to you.

“Namjoon’s party sucks.”

“Just not your crowd, weirdo...” You chuckled. Oh, thank heavens for Namjoon. He was one of your childhood friends and frankly, the song you and Yoongi produced wouldn’t be finished without the help of Namjoon. So when that friend of yours texted you to come to his birthday party, you immediately agreed. Fortunately, you didn’t have to force your one brain cell to wake up just so you could convince Yoongi to go with you.

This wasn’t what Yoongi likesd he hated parties because he didn’t want to talk to stupid people and drunken people were stupid people. Perhaps the only reason why Yoongi was here was because he couldn’t turn down Namjoon—not after all your friend’s genius advice.

“I hate this place.” Yoongi added, he’s now looking at you with sparks in his eyes—or maybe you’re just drunk. Too intoxicated to feel and see anything other than the fact that Yoongi’s already grinding at you.

You huffed; suddenly offended by the clothes you’re wearing. Were you supposed to wear this when all you wanted was to feel Yoongi’s touch on your bare skin?

“We’re here for Namjoon—”

“God, can’t you take the hint?” Yoongi cut you off by pouting.

You blinked. Did this weirdo just pout? And oh, his lips…his lips were hot….hot against your own mouth.

“Yoongi….” You breathed, your eyes were too hazy to see his gummy smile.

“Let’s get the hell out of this place…”

That night, you once again lost count as to how many times you met his eyes. You also figured out that his eyes looked best the most when he’s down on his knees, facing your hips.

<<< The Performance >>>

You were expecting to meet Yoongi’s eyes as soon as you opened your very own one; however panic and fear consumed your whole being that you immediately ran out of Yoongi’s room. You’re too frightened to let him see you that you hurriedly put your clothes on and left his house.

It’s not like it was going to change the fact that you slept with your classmate in Psychology, however, you were scared. Scared to see his eyes back to being dead when just last night, the moon and the stars were there, staring at you like you’re not just a dust in this universe, but the whole universe.

Besides, you had one logical reason: you needed to pick up your costume for your upcoming performance with Yoongi. Taehyung, your designer friend was only available till nine in the morning, so you literally had to run like a lunatic right after you woke up from your cozy sleep on Yoongi’s bed.

Your outfit was perfect. Damn, Taehyung really had a talent when it came to this. Your confidence level was boosted just by wearing the clothes your great friend designed. You thought you’re finally ready to perform the song you and Yoongi produced for one month.

You were so ready, but your heart was not…

Just…where the hell was Yoongi? It had been two days since you last saw him. You hadn’t heard any news from him since you left his apartment the day after Namjoon’s party. Was he mad at you for leaving? Or did he even care?

You had fifteen minutes left before Mr. Kim Seokjin, your psychology professor, marked your grades zero.

“Fucking Min Yoongi, where the hell are you?” You grimaced when your call was directed on his phone’s voicemail.

You had two options: fake death so you wouldn’t have to perform, or kill Mr. Kim Seokjin. (They wouldn’t probably notice if you stabbed your professor on his side since most of them were busy preparing for their own presentations.)

But just as you’re about to resort to your latter option, Yoongi’s familiar scent immediately attacked your nose. You looked back only for you to cancel killing Mr. Kim Seokjin and just choose your former option.

God, how could it be possible for you to still want to stay alive when Min Yoongi was killing you with his looks? Gone was his light blond hair, but you’re not complaining since his now black curly hair was much much better than the previous one.

“Sorry I’m late. Holly peed on the couch again…” His multiple earrings looked too damn good on him. You’re silly; you’re fucking silly because you worried for nothing. Yoongi was still Yoongi, and the sparks in his eyes were still visible.

“It’s okay, we still have time…” You smiled as if the thought of murdering your professor didn’t just cross your mind. Oh well, nothing else mattered when Yoongi was here, right?

Mr. Kim Seokjin said that you and Yoongi would be the last performers for this day, which meant you still had at least half an hour left to stare at Yoongi like a vampire wanting to drink blood. But time flies fast when you’re busy with something. Thirty minutes ago, you were just ogling at your partner, right now, you were in front of the class, spitting fire with your partner.

The first verse of your produced song was rapped by Yoongi. Scratch that, Agust D was in front of you and not Yoongi. Your partner told you that he preferred to be called Agust D whenever he was performing his rap song.

Robber! Robber!

Sorry bae

Killer! Killer!

Sorry bae

Addiction—diction--diction

Sorry bae

“Oh! The court’s case you got away?”

Your partner smirked before proceeding to the next verse. You, on the other hand, stood there to hype the crowd.

You always get away

I’m sorry bae

You smoke cocaine but get away

Justice won’t be served

I’m sorry bae

Everything, everything, everything

Unfair

You were nervous. The next verse was assigned to you. The plan was that you only had to sing the chorus part, though Yoongi had another idea. He wanted you to go out of your comfort zone and try something new. So here you were, rapping.

You commit the same sin

Sorry bae

Your silence they love it

Sorry bae

I see same pigs on the senate

Boring bae

Your vote they bought and they’re not

Sorry bae

Nothing’s new but rich people’s car are

Brand new

Sorry bae

You can’t be illiterate coz they take advantage

Before you know it, you’re one of the reasons

Why innocents are salvage

Politicians know your name

But after the election they act like they don’t know your name!

You and Yoongi both performed the chorus part. It looked like the crowd was enjoying your presentation because they also started shouting and hyping you up.

They love, they love, they love themselves

They know, they know your sufferings

But they don’t they don’t and will never care

Youth wake up, stand up, we should fight the state! Brr!

The following verse was rapped by Yoongi again. You took your time to feel yourself as you discreetly watched the reaction of the people in front of you. A whole month of stress and worry seemed to pay off. You even locked eyes with Park Jimin, one of your most-respected classmates; he cheered for you and that was enough for you to successfully perform the next verse.

I wanna get job (job, job, job)

But I can’t get on the spotlight

Yeah I wanna have a good life!

But my parent’s wings are cozy

I just wanna hide

It’s okay I have time

My trust fund won’t end

So I can still live

And breathe while I finish this game

Called being “dependent”

All night, all day

Don’t care, don’t care, don’t care!

The next verse was easy to execute since you and Yoongi both rapped it. You were facing each other and suddenly, you forgot that there were eyes watching you. Min Yoongi caressed your cheeks once. You smiled as you sensually rolled your body.

Who plays by the rule?

No one!

Who wants to grab a woman's hair?

Husband!

Yoongi slightly pulled your hair this time. You grimaced, but you still continued rapping.

He has mistress so the wife’s depressed

He forgot about their kids but that’s okay

She can cover up for him like how

She can cover her bruise and play cool

As she says “I love him, anyway.”

You moved away from your partner. Your mood instantly changed as you approached the next verse. This one’s challenging to write. Your heart was breaking as you sang.

The other woman on the street has been pulled

By the stranger claiming she’s wet like a pool

She should be thankful since this will feel like

a dream come true

Lick it lick it right, you can take it, right?

She cried and cried and cried, that should be a sign

But “High five!” he told the other man

As the woman cried, her voice is too loud

So they killed her that night.

You let out your frustration by growling and jumping. Min Yoongi was also lost in his own world as he rapped—raising his middle finger from time to time.

They love, they love, they love themselves

They know, they know your sufferings

But they don’t they don’t and will never care

You’re horny, you fucked up! Go on and hate yourself! Brr!

It’s Yoongi’s own verse again. His mood shifted too. If you weren’t part of this performance, you would probably just stare at him. Goddamn, Min Yoongi had his own way of expressing himself.

Back back to the killings!

Your guns check

Call me when you need a gunman I can kill

Even for a dollar

Hashtag no conscience

I don’t believe in God so hell sounds okay

I’ll be with my gang gang

So hell won’t be boring!

The demon you summon

so money won’t be your worry

Payday, paycheck so I can have that rolex

He pointed the rolex on his wrist. It’s not an authentic one, but that’s not the point. Clearly, he just wanted everyone to see that there were other ways to “look cool.” However, many people still chose to listen and be their own demons.

Click clack to the bang bang

Your time has run out.

Click clack here’s my gun

I’m so high on drugs

I see you as a rat

They can control me with money

So you take these four shots

Your life is like a fruit fly

“I can’t understand. Why is it so easy for them?” This was Min Yoongi’s question to you. He asked this while you two were writing the following verse. He hated a lot of things, though he could forgive and tolerate some of it easily. However, he clearly told you that he could never treat someone right if that person used violence.

Click clack to the bang, you and you

Wait your turn

Shit! You little boy

Come here look at the blood

How? You’re asking me?

I don’t know, you’re a man you should know how

He also told you how much he hated this unfair world. He respected women more than ever, but Yoongi was an advocate of both equality and equity. Why can’t boys cry? Are we robots? These were some of his questions too.

If this is the kind of world we live in

I don't wanna live at all

If I exist for your pleasure

then I refuse to accept this call

You joined Yoongi singing the last verse of the song.

They love, they love, they love themselves

They know, they know your sufferings

But they don’t they don’t and will never care

Yo’ human, are you human? If yes then help us save this place!

By the time you finish the song, everyone’s clapping their hands and cheering for you and your partner. You swore you even saw Mr. Kim Seokjin wrote “100” on your paper.

You smiled. The performance was over, contrarily, the attraction you felt for your partner was only starting.

<<< Kimchi and Other Sauces >>>>

The first time you met Yoongi’s pleading eyes was during dinner time. After your performance in Mr. Kim Seokjin’s class, your partner said that the two of you should celebrate this success. Of course you immediately agreed, but that did not mean you were willing to spend money.

“I swear to God, Yoongi…if you ever bring me to a fine-dining restaurant, I will fucking kill you.”

You were not joking. You had student loans to pay so you couldn’t afford to spend a hundred dollar for a fucking spaghetti and sparkling water.

“Chill, you weirdo. We can just—” He stopped mid-sentence because a brilliant idea just popped into his mind.

“What? You’re not planning a yacht dinner date, are you!?” You started freaking out and the uneasiness you felt only intensified when Yoongi smirked.

“Actually, I was planning to…you know…maybe…make you eat my cum.” He simply shrugged his shoulders.

He said it so casually that you just stared at him. Was he serious or were you supposed to be laughing now? You could feel your blood rushing. You were so confused. Excited. Worried.

After what it felt like forever, the staring contest with Yoongi finally ended. He offered his hands and of course, you immediately took it. The both of you rushed toward his big, black motorbike. Yoongi only brought one helmet so he told you to just wear it. The ride to his house wasn’t that far, anyway.

The both of you were in a hurry. Countless profanities were thrown at him for driving hastily; Yoongi even parked his motorbike in a reckless way. Still, you two couldn’t care less, especially Yoongi. How could he? Huh, definitely not after you stroked his cock while driving. That’s really not a smart move, at least not when Yoongi’s mother welcomed the both of you just as Yoongi opened his apartment’s door.

“Eomma! What are you doing here?!” Clearly, your partner wasn’t expecting to see his own mother. It’s pretty obvious since Yoongi’s jaw dropped and his neck was slowly turning red.

“You brat! Why wouldn’t I be here? This is my house!” You knew you weren’t supposed to laugh, however it’s hard to control yourself when Yoongi’s being hit by his own mother while he was trying to cover the bulge on his pants.

“Eommoni! Please! I have a guest!” Yoongi got away from his own mother by hiding himself behind your small frame.

“What—oh!” His mother’s eyes widened when she saw you. She seemed surprised to see Yoongi bring someone. Of course, Yoongi had never brought his friends home. Not even once. At this point, his mother was actually convinced that her son was allergic to human beings.

“I didn’t know that Yoongi is friends with someone as charming as you…” The frightening aura of his mother was completely gone. The older woman engulfed you into a tight, warm hug as she asked your name. You answered her with a smile on your lips.

Yoongi’s mom led you in the kitchen. Actually, you tagged along with her. She wanted to prepare a meal for you and her son, but of course, you couldn’t just sit still and look pretty. As a sign of respect, you needed to help her. Besides, you loved kitchen works, though you’re pretty sure cooking hated every fiber of your being.

The older woman just asked you to set up the table because according to her, she was always in charge of cooking. She also told you to be prepared because you’d surely forget your name once you tasted her award-winning Sam Gae Tang or that chicken soup with ginseng. Hoseok, one of your best friends, made the best chicken soup so your standard was kind of high. For you, nothing could beat Hoseok, but we’ll just have to see.

“Please be kind to my mother…”

Yoongi’s voice and eyes were pleading as he sat beside you. The food was already prepared and the two of you were ready to eat. You were just waiting for Yoongi’s mom to finish washing her hands.

You just raised your brows at the man beside you, clearly not understanding why he’s pleading because really, you knew how to respect elders.

Yoongi sighed.

“My mom is a terrible cook. Her soup tastes like shit, man…” Yoongi shook his head like a traumatized kid. He even bit his lower lip.

You’re about to say something, but you heard his mother’s footsteps, meaning, if you spoke, she might hear you, and so you just kept your mouth shut. You’re expecting Yoongi to do the same, though he just leaned on your shoulders—his eyes were still begging.

“Please, baby? Just put a lot of kimchi and other sauces on your soup to get rid of the awful taste. Can you do that for me?”

You simply nodded. That night, you realized that Yoongi was willing to do everything just to make someone he loved happy. Days, weeks, months, and years passed and you still admired how every time you had dinner with him and his mother, Yoongi would urge you to put kimchi and other sauces on your chicken soup.

At this point, you were convinced you loved Min Yoongi. You had always loved cooking, hell, you were willing to lose your bachelor’s degree if that meant you would be good at cooking, because…

You, just like Yoongi’s mom, were a terrible cook. But Yoongi never complained nor did he ever put kimchi and other sauces on the food you cooked just for him.

<<< Silver Dust>>>>

The first time you asked Yoongi why he liked looking into your eyes was when the both of you were having a staring contest.

The wind was unbelievably cold tonight, clearly, you weren’t expecting to freeze in the middle of a summer night. The annoying weather led you into thinking if climbing on top of your boyfriend’s house’s roof was a good idea. Sure the stars were pretty, but you felt cold. Too cold.

“Do you know the story about the Window and the Mirror?” Yoongi asked out of the blue. He also pulled your body closer to him—making you grimace. The texture of the roof was hard on your back. You shook your head, why did you choose to lay on the roof without any blanket again? Sometimes, your choices in life were really questionable.

“Nah, what happened?” You’re never a fan of stories.

Yoongi sighed. He pulled you closer to him until your face was buried on his neck. Damn. He smelled like smoke and sex.

“Well, for starters, my father left us…”

Yoongi’s words monetarily made you stop breathing. You had known him for years now, but not once did you ever talk about his father. You were aware that his father left him and his mom, though you didn’t know the story behind it.

“My father was a good man and he always tells me he loves my mother more than ever. For the longest time of my life, I believed him. He never looked into anyone’s wife. He never had a mistress, but my father is selfish.”

You just hummed to let him know that you were listening.

He cleared his throat.

“Mom just wants a simple life and that’s why we never left Daegu. This is my home. Our home.” Yoongi’s grip on your shoulder tightened, he looked up in the sky—the stars were prettier when you were in Daegu.

“My father doesn’t like to be here, though. He loves the city. He craves city life. Ever since I was young, he kept telling my mom that they should move to Seoul. Abeonim hates farming. He calls our strawberry farm disgusting. Said he should become a CEO and not a stupid farmer.” Yoongi laughed bitterly. He could still remember the way his father said those words.

“And guess what? He fucking did. Min Hyun Sik, chief executive officer of Bighit Company…” Yoongi cackled and you gasped.

Min Hyun Sik was his father? That guy was like the richest man in South Korea! You wanted to confirm this news that he just dropped, however, you couldn’t move because Yoongi’s grip on your shoulders was so tight.

“He became someone with power by leaving my mother and I.” Yoongi repeated as his eyes darkened. He no longer found the stars pretty. For him they were just lights—shining to hurt his eyes.

“He just left a note like that was going to be enough. He didn’t even say sorry. The only words written on those notes are him telling me to go to University using the money he left.”

You bit your lower lip. His grip was really, really tight…

“He wants me to go to college so I can follow him in the city, and so I went to college. But it’s not because I want to follow him. I enrolled just so I can fucking drop out during my last year.”

You furrowed your brow. If that was Yoongi’s original plan, then how…how come he’s a college graduate now?

“That was the plan before I met you…” Yoongi’s grip on your shoulder loosens, giving you the opportunity to look into his eyes.

He smiled at you.

“So, the story of the Window and the Mirror?” He offered and you just nodded.

“There’s this rich man—”

“Richer than your dad?” You asked. He laughed.

“Fucking richer than my dad…” He left a chaste kiss on your mouth. You giggled. “Anyway, the man went to see a rabbi, some sort of Jewish teacher. Of course the rabbi asked him what he wanted and the rich man said he doesn’t know what to do with his life anymore.”

“Uh, duh? He should give us money!” You butted in again. Yoongi kissed you once more just to make you shut up.

“Unfortunately, the teacher didn’t tell the rich man to give you money, weirdo. The Rabbi just led him over to the window and asked him this.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “What can you see through the glass?”

“And what’s the response of the rich man, Mr. Min?”

“I can see men coming and going and a blind man begging for alms in the street.” Yoongi answered you. “The rabbi seemed content with his answers, so this time, the teacher led him into a large mirror to ask him another question...”

“What is the other question?” You pressed.

“The rabbi asked him this, baby…” Yoongi pressed his lips on your mouth before proceeding to the story. “When you look in this mirror, can you tell me what you see?”

“And?!” You pressed again.

“I can see myself…”

“Obviously.” You rolled your eyes. You just wanted to know the sense of this story.

“And you can’t see the others. Notice that the window and the mirror are both made of the same basic material, glass. You should compare yourself to these two kinds of glass. Poor, you saw other people and felt compassion for them. Rich — covered in silver — you see yourself.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

Your boyfriend smiled at you.

“My father chose to look in the mirror and I almost did the same. I almost dropped out of college just because I want my father to see that having a degree is useless. But, baby, if I actually chose to drop out, I wouldn’t have met you. I wouldn’t be able to give my mother a better life. I wouldn’t be able to afford to hire a cook and who knows? If I drop out of college, I would probably still be eating my mom’s shitty chicken soup.” You laughed at that.

“I am just saying, I like to look into your eyes because it reminds me of a window. It made me see a lot of things—new opportunities. Because of you, I stopped being selfish. You removed the silver in the mirror; you turned the silver into dust.”

“I fucking love you!” This time, you initiated the kiss.

You kissed Min Yoongi so hard that when you pulled away, he’s desperately gasping for air.

“I fucking love you too.”

<<< The Proposal >>>>

After reminiscing some of your unforgettable moments with Min Yoongi, you finally looked into his eyes.

Yoongi proposed to you and you’re contemplating whether to say yes or no. Your boyfriend despised the crowd, but here he was, down on his knees—shakily holding a ring on his hand.

You examined his face. His lips were quivering, for the first time; you saw how vulnerable he looked. It’s as if his whole life depended on this, and to be honest, it did. Yoongi couldn’t imagine life without you.

“Baby, are you gonna say yes or no?” Yoongi knitted his brows together.

You chuckled. Typical, Yoongi.

“Please stand up…”

Your boyfriend looked at you with confused eyes. His heart started beating so fast he’s very sure it would explode.

“B-But why? Don’t you want to—“ He stammered.

“Just stand up, Yoongi.”

With a heavy heart, Yoongi followed what you wanted. Deep inside, Yoongi was already murdering his friend, Jeon Jeongguk. He just told Yoongi that proposing in a strange, busy city would win your heart.

You two were currently in New York, New York. Strangers were watching you, and Brooklyn Bridge served as your backdrop. Jeongguk said that if Yoongi proposed in a place where no one knew you, then it was a sure win because your mother wouldn’t be able to stop Yoongi. Your childhood crush or ex wouldn't be in the picture too so it was another win for Yoongi. But your boyfriend was starting to regret his decision. He shouldn’t have listened to Jeongguk. What did that dipshit even know about love?

“Yoongi, are you listening?”

“Huh?” Your boyfriend’s train of thoughts were suddenly halted when you spoke.

“I can’t believe you. I just said yes!” You shake Yoongi’s shoulder. It looked like he was still out of his mind and that made you anxious. What if…what if he decided you’re not worth it anymore? What if he didn’t want to marry you anymore?

“Baby, I can’t believe you too. Please give me your hands!” Yoongi exclaimed.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as well. What the hell! You were so apprehensive that you zoned out too!

“We’re both weirdos, do you know that?” Yoongi shook his head after putting the sparkling ring on your finger.

You laughed.

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”

“Gladly.”

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