#I LIVE for idol mullets

[svtiddiess]

Haunted!

Synopsis: This is your apartment to haunt, so why does it feel like you're the one being tormented?

Pairing: human!Minghao x ghost!reader

Genre: crack, fluff, non-idol! au, fantasy! au

Rating: sfw

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Minghao's a tsundere, lemme know if I missed anything!

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You perk up at the sound of the door clicking open. That's...new. You haven't heard that sound in ages. The apartment you've been haunting has been empty for years—mostly because you've scared off every single tenant who dared move in. You figured the realtor would've given up on selling the place by now, but apparently not.

Oh well. Just another human to chase away, you think.

Silently, you watch as the human steps inside, and your mouth falls open slightly. He's ethereal—so much so that you wonder if he's even human. His hair is dyed silver-grey and styled into a messy mullet. You thought mullets were out of fashion but, somehow, he makes it work. His features are almost too perfect, as if they were carefully sculpted by an artist. He looks like a statue come to life.

You shake the thought away. Now is not the time to be ogling him—you need to figure out how to scare him off. You watch as he brings in boxes and slowly unpacks, moving with an unbothered calmness that irritates you. You decide to wait until nightfall to make your move. Until then, you'll enjoy some much needed eye-candy.

Night falls, and you watch as the man meticulously goes through his nighttime routine, each step executed with the precision of a surgeon. His fingers work expertly, massaging various products into his skin until he practically glows. You position yourself outside the bathroom door, planning to start simple with a classic jump scare as he steps out.

The door clicks open, and you immediately lunge forward, making yourself visible and letting out your most blood-curdling scream.

...he doesn't even flinch.

He just stands there, staring at you with a mildly irritated expression, as if you're nothing more than a pesky insect buzzing around his face.

Your scream fades into oblivion, and you lower your hands, bewildered. This is not how people usually react to you. Embarrassment creeps in so fast that you might be the first ghost to ever blush.

Rubbing his temple, he lets out a deep sigh. "If you're going to haunt this place, do it quietly. I need my beauty sleep," he mutters before brushing past you and climbing into bed without a second glance.

You stand there, dumbfounded, as he turns off the light, makes himself comfortable, and promptly falls asleep.

...this was not in the script.

Days pass, and you learn the man's name: Minghao. You also learn that scaring him is a lost cause. Every attempt you made to drive him away failed miserably. In fact, it almost feels like you're the one being tormented.

He treats you like a nuisance, constantly shooing you away as if you're the intruder—even though he's the one trespassing in your home. He's even established rules for you, like banning you from the bedroom and bathroom. And it's not like you have to listen to him, you just choose to. It definitely has nothing to do with being afraid of his sharp glares or the way he scolds you like an exasperated parent. Absolutely not.

So, now, you're sprawled out on the living room floor, listlessly staring at the ceiling. You don't even know why—it just feels more interesting than usual.

Footsteps echo through the apartment, but you don't bother looking up.

A long-suffering sigh breaks the silence. "Stop moping around. You're making the place feel depressing."

You whip your head toward Minghao, glaring.

"I wasn't moping," you snap.

"You clearly were," he replies, tone flat. "So, cut it out."

You open your mouth, then close it, trying to come up with a witty comeback. But with nothing coming to mind, your shoulders sag in defeat. If only you were quicker with words. But, unfortunately for you, even when you were alive, you were always a little slow.

So, you just lay there and accept your fate (and defeat at the hands of a human).

Trying to haunt Minghao was the toughest thing you ever tried (counting both your alive and dead self).

You go about your usual routine, aimlessly wandering the apartment—carefully avoiding the bedroom and bathroom as per Minghao's rules—when you spot him eating dinner in the dining area. Your mouth subconsciously waters at the sight of food. Sure, you've been dead for a while, and it's been ages since you last ate, but you miss the taste of food. Just watching him eat, you can almost imagine the flavours tap dancing on your tongue.

You're too busy drooling over his meal to notice the disapproving look he's giving you.

"Out of all the outfits you could've died in, you really chose that?" he says, voice laced with judgment.

Snapped out of your food-induced daze, you turn to him, offended. Sure, your oversized, tattered grey hoodie and stained sweatpants aren't exactly runway-worthy, but did he really have to point it out? It's not like you had the luxury of picking the outfit you were going to die in.

"That was unprovoked," you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'm just saying, if it were me, you'd never catch me dead in that," he shrugs.

And, annoyingly, he's right. Even when he's just lounging at home, he looks effortlessly put together—draped in silks and satin, somehow managing to exude both comfort and extravagance.

"Okay, fashion diva. I didn't ask for a critique," you grumble before stomping off.

As you leave, you fail to notice the small smile playing on Minghao's lips.

You find yourself in the spare room Minghao converted into a study, silently watching as he sketches at his desk. You’ve learned that he's a fashion design student, which explains his ridiculously high standards when it comes to clothes.

You watch in quiet awe as his hands glide across the paper, effortlessly bringing designs to life. You've never been particularly talented at drawing—or at anything, really—so seeing him create masterpiece after masterpiece fills you with admiration.

Just as you're getting lost in observing him, he suddenly stops mid-sketch.

"I need you to stop being so loud," he mutters, catching you off guard.

You blink. "But...I'm not doing anything?"

"Your breathing is too loud."

"...I'm dead," you say, frowning. Can ghosts even breathe?

"Well, whatever you're doing, it's distracting," he grumbles, still not looking at you.

Your shoulders slump, and you pout. If he didn't want you here, he could've just said so. Huffing, you turn to leave.

"I never said to leave," he murmurs. "Just stop being so loud."

You pause, looking at him in confusion. So, he doesn't want you to leave? Your brain short-circuits at the realisation.

Awkwardly shuffling into a corner, you continue watching as he sketches—this time, hyper-aware of your nonexistent breathing.

The sound of the TV fills the living room. You and Minghao sit in comfortable silence, watching a drama. You've come to learn that he has a love-hate relationship with this show—he complains about it constantly but can't seem to stop watching.

He's on one end of the couch, and you're curled up on the other. Somehow, over time, you've come to accept each other's presence. Any space feels emptier when he's not around.

"Do you remember how you died?" Minghao suddenly asks, eyes still glued to the screen.

You glance at him, then stare at the floor, trying to wade through the hazy memories. "No," you murmur. "I- I just woke up one day and realised I was a ghost, bound to this place."

He hums softly in response.

"Do you want to know? Find out how you died?" he asks, still not looking at you.

You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. A long silence stretches between you, broken only by the noise from the TV.

"I don't know," you admit.

"I could help you," he says, voice quieter this time. When you look up, his dark eyes are finally on you, holding a softness you're not used to seeing on his sharp face.

His offer catches you off guard. No one has ever offered to help you before. Not when you were alive. Not after you died. Your ghostly heart stutters at the thought.

"I have a feeling that if I find out, I'll move on," you say hesitantly. "And I don't think I want to do that. Not yet." Your voice drops to a whisper. "I just want to stay here a little longer.With you."

A faint smile tugs at Minghao’s lips. "I don't mind that."

You smile back, warmth spreading through you—a feeling you haven't felt in a long, long time.

The two of you turn back to the drama, settling into a comfortable silence.

Being with Minghao makes the afterlife feel a little less lonely.

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[cosmicalily]

୨ৎ @cosmicalily presents . . . 100 idols vs 1 gorilla (a categorised list)

author's note: btw when your faves are enlisting in the military this is actually what they're training for.

୨ৎ initial distraction team:

1. jake (puppy aegyo) 2. soul (spider walk) 3. beomgyu 4. yeosang (specifically the sexyback dance) 5. jin (supertuna performance) 6. chuu (gay allegations) 7. sunghoon (get sunghooned) 8. fireworks era seonghwa (side part) 9. matthew (moo) 10. jay park (mommae solo)

୨ৎ first line of defence:

11. mingi (just so he can say 'fix on' to start the battle) 12. taehyun 13. san (ice on my teeth) 14. jennie 15. miroh changbin 16. bob ryujin 17. bob chaewon 18. momo 19. jihyo (talk that talk dance break) 20. whip-nae-nae taehyung 21. debut era yoongi 22. pink haired giselle 23. wooyoung (courreges show) 24. jiung (gimme my money) 25. jimin (blonde bowl cut)

୨ৎ second line of defence:

26. nayeon 27. huening kai 28. jay 29. yeonjun (ggum) 30. yunjin (smart era) 31. johnny 32. jeongyeon 33. yuqi (beggin cover) 34. ginger haired jiung 35. momo (go hard dance break) 36. jongseob (with skateboard) 37. intak 38. solar (with her twink dancers) 39. debut era jungkook 40. jj (with her bob)

୨ৎ backup distraction team:

46. microbangs jeongin 47. hwasa (in red leather) 48. jessi 49. jongho (apple breaking) 50. predebut felix 51. predebut jisung 52. predebut niki 53. s.coups (justin bieber edit) 54. momo (likey dance break) 55. heeseung walk

୨ৎ visuals team:

56. maki 57. mullet hongjoong 58. chaeyoung (look at me stage) 59. hyunjin 60. joy (peekaboo era) 61. theo (elsa costume) 62. yuna (u-go-girl cover) 63. blonde winter 64. irene 65. kazuha (antifragile long black hair)

୨ৎ negotiation team:

66. wonyoung (who would say no to a baddie) 67. jisoo 68. haerin (probably would meow) 69. soobin (just yaps a lot) 70. minnie 71. danielle (curly haired) 72. hoseok (he's our only hope!)

୨ৎ operation leaders:

73. bangchan (also a translator) 74. woozi 75. chungha

୨ৎ verbal attack team:

76. blonde seungmin 77. soyeon (unpretty rapstar) 78. i-land sunoo 79. minho 80. keeho 81. wooyoung 82. hoshi 83. shuhua 84. jeongin (with ugly shoes) 85. chaeryeong

୨ৎ attack strategist team:

86. moonbyul 87. wendy 88. lily (book club) 89. jungwon 90. sana (shy-shy-shy) 91. yunho 92. ningning 93. mark (everything's a possibility) 94. tzuyu 95. vernon (do you want to live to 100?)

୨ৎ sponsors:

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[queenofhalloween94]

Master List

Summary: 30 something Y/n goes to see one of her favorite kpop bands in concert, what neither her nor the group members know is this one concert will change their lives.

Warnings: none for this chapter

**Coming off my post concert depression with an indulgent story 😅**

'Cause when you give me a glance, I'm sure that I see the universe in your eyes."-Youtiful-Stray Kids

Chapter 1: The Dallas Encounter

The stadium was alive.Vibrating, humming with energy as the bass dropped into “MEGAVERSE”, the heavy beat shaking your bones. Thousands of bodies surrounded you, screaming, cheering—but you felt the thrum beneath it all. Something older. Primal.

You clutched the lanyard against your chest, fingers brushing through your long red waves to keep them from sticking to your damp cheeks. The scent blockers you’d applied earlier were holding. Barely. But they couldn’t fool your instincts.

Eight alphas. You didn’t need to see them to feel them.

The stage lights cut across their bodies in flashes. Chan commanded the center, black styled short mullet shining under the strobes, his sharp gaze skimming the crowd with the ease of a leader. Beside him, Felix’s long blonde waves framed his face as his impossibly deep voice rolled through the mic. His Australian English carried under the melody as he slipped into rap. The others — Minho, Hyunjin, Changbin, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Han — moved around them, flawless in their synchronization, but their presence wasn't just performance. It was searching.

You weren’t naïve. You knew their pack had been without an omega for years. Everyone in the A/B/O communities whispered about it — eight unmated alphas at the top of the idol world, managing perfect balance for so long. But instinct wasn’t something that could be repressed forever. And from the minute you’d entered the arena, you felt it like a magnetic current humming under your skin. They were looking.

And for the first time in years, your own omega instincts stirred in response.

As "ITEM" launched into its pulsing beat, the lights scanned the lower rows, briefly sweeping across you.

Chan’s eyes locked onto you. The moment was no longer imaginary. He held your gaze for less than two seconds — but his pupils dilated as he scented instinctively, even across the distance. His jaw tensed.

Your breath hitched. The air felt heavier. You looked away, heart pounding. Your omega hormones surged in your bloodstream, barely contained beneath layers of scent blockers and personal control.

But it was too late.

They had noticed.

The moment they stepped off stage, the atmosphere among the eight shifted immediately. The performance adrenaline bled away, leaving something sharper beneath.

Chan tugged out his earpiece, breathing steadily. “Front right. first row. Section G.”

Felix was right behind him, voice quieter but charged. “Red hair.”

Minho rubbed his jaw. “Omega.”

The others shifted, instinctually pulling tighter into formation.

“She wasn’t overwhelmed like most omegas we see at shows,” Seungmin murmured, folding his arms across his chest.

“Older,” Hyunjin added. “Not a fan type. She had control.”

Changbin’s lip twitched faintly. “But not enough to block us.”

Jeongin swallowed as his younger instincts buzzed against the others’. “She felt it too. Right?”

Felix’s voice went lower, thoughtful. “Absolutely.”

They all turned to Chan. His leadership was absolute—his decisions shaped the pack’s path.

“We’ve been patient for too long,” Minho spoke carefully in Korean. “If we pass her up, we may not find another compatible one for years.”

Chan exhaled through his nose. His head dropped for a moment before he raised his eyes. “We approach. Carefully.”

*Y/N Pov**

You barely made it into the hallway before someone gently called your name.

“Miss?”

Two security staff approached, hands carefully visible — no sudden moves. They weren’t pack. Not alphas. That was deliberate.

“Please don’t be alarmed.”

You paused, heart pounding.

“The members requested to meet you privately—only if you’re comfortable.”

Your breath caught. You couldn’t stop your omega instincts from swirling with equal parts caution and desperate, aching hope. You nodded. “Yes.”

The private lounge smelled heavily of alpha even before the doors fully opened. Scent neutralizers were running, but the underlying current was unmistakable.

They stood waiting. All eight. They didn’t move toward you. That, too, was deliberate.

Chan stepped forward first, offering a polite, soft smile. “Hi. I’m Chan.”

His Australian accent was immediate—familiar, warm—and somehow grounding in this surreal moment.

Felix came next, his voice like velvet wrapped in steel. “I’m Felix. It’s really good to meet you properly.”

The comfort of hearing native English cut through some of your anxiety. The others followed with gentle bows and soft introductions, their Korean-accented English varied but respectful:

“Hyunjin.”

“Minho.”

“Seungmin.”

“Han.”

“Changbin.”

“Jeongin.”

Hyunjin’s eyes locked briefly onto your hair, smiling softly. “Very… beautiful.”

Your cheeks flushed. “Thank you.”

Chan’s voice lowered slightly. “You’re not from Dallas?.”

You shook your head. “Born and raised about 200 miles East, still in Texas..”

Felix’s smiled “Our parents moved from Korea to Australia before we were born.” Pointing to him and Chan.

You smiled softly “I had heard that when I first got into your music.”

Felix nodded. “I didn’t speak much Korean growing up. I had to relearn everything while training for debut.”

Chan chuckled softly. “I was lucky. My parents kept both languages in the house growing up. But Felix worked his ass off once we joined JYP.”

The others watched quietly as you relaxed under the easy back-and-forth. They understood the language barrier might make this strange for you at first—and they were letting their two native English speakers ease you forward.

Hyunjin tried his best, carefully forming the words:

“You... nervous?”

“A little,” you admitted truthfully. “But… okay.”

Minho’s gaze was unreadable but steady. His nostrils flared slightly as he studied you.

“You handled your instincts very well tonight,” Seungmin said softly.

You smiled, nervous but proud. “It wasn’t easy.”

“Same for us,” Changbin muttered, flashing a hint of teeth.

Your heart jumped. The room rippled again with tension — alphas reigning themselves in with practiced discipline.

“We’ve been… looking,” Chan admitted, his voice lowering. “And tonight we noticed you.”

Your omega instincts swirled inside your chest, soft but undeniable. “I noticed you too.”

The ripple was stronger this time — quiet exhale, sharp glances exchanged.

Felix softened his voice again, trying to ease the rising tension. “We don’t want to overwhelm you. This would be… slow. Careful.”

“We would like to speak again,” Chan said gently. “In private. Get to know you properly. If you’re comfortable.”

You stared at him — at all of them — feeling their self-control pressing against your senses like a heavy blanket.

You whispered, “I’m open to that.”

The quiet exhale from several members told you exactly how much they were holding back.

Jeongin smiled softly. “Thank you.”

Chan smiled gently. “We’ll arrange everything privately. For now, we’ll make sure you get home safely.”

As you turned to leave, the hum of eight alpha presences stayed behind you like a magnetic pull against your spine.

You bit your lip, stepping into the night air, heart thundering.

This wasn’t just infatuation. This was instinct.

And you were falling fast.

[demonic0angel]

Celestial Bodies AU (5/?)

(Part one, part two, part three, part four, part six, part seven. Also on AO3)

Robin sighed as he sat in the passenger seat beside Batman. Another night of patrol had ended semi-peacefully with thankfully no injuries, but Batman still didn't look happy. He was still in the process of accepting Robin as his partner again, and it tired him out trying to mediate and smooth sharp edges. Everything was just exhausting.

The both of them began turning into the cave, where Nightwing was already standing next to the computers when both Batman and Robin entered. He seemed to have just finished his own patrol, but was still in his uniform.

Robin paused when he saw him.

He looked angry.

That was what usually happened between Nightwing and Batman. The two of them fought like dogs and cats over Robin’s presence and training. When one suggested one thing, the other would argue like their lives depended on it.

(In a way, it did. Robin’s life depended on it.

… or at least, Robin’s life had depended on it.)

Sometimes, he understood why Nightwing was so angry.

If he was disobedient, he could get injured. He didn’t know how many times Nightwing had pushed that idea into his head.

(And although Tim wished he was, he was not Jason. That Robin would never come back, no matter how much Batman tried to pretend he did.)

Both Batman and Robin exited the car and Robin went straight towards Nightwing.

“Hey,” Nightwing called out, his grimace switching out to a small smile, just like a performer would, “how was patrol?”

“It’s been an easy night tonight,” Robin said, peeling off his mask to give Nightwing a smile. “How was yours?”

Nightwing gave a singular nod and then a shrug.

So probably nothing worth noting either.

Batman was silent, taking off his gloves and cape on the other side of the cave.

Robin studied Nightwing’s face.

He was a pretty boy through and through, with long hair in a mullet style and a light smile on his face that made him shine like the sun. To Robin, Nightwing was his goal and his idol. He wanted more than anything to show him that his decision to allow and help him become Robin was not a mistake.

He looked right back at Robin, his eyes considering.

“Nightwing,” Robin began carefully, “did you want to tell me something?”

There was a beat of silence.

Nightwing paused. Then he nodded slowly, “Actually, yes. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet the cluster.”

Robin's eyes widened.

The Phantom Cluster was an important part of the Justice League’s history and the survival of the planet. Every time something apocalyptic was about to occur, the King of the cluster would warn the Justice League. On occasion, they would also communicate with their hosts through dreams and visions, and prevent even more disasters.

The hosts of the Phantom clusters were only Robins. No matter how much any other hero tried to appeal to them, the stars only favored the wards under Batman.

Though they also seemed to like the younger heroes a lot, having no problem helping them. Tim had heard that Dick’s star had given his personal approval for Starfire and had actually watched out for the Teen Titans before.

The cluster had always loved the Robins.

(Nightwing had called his bonded star, "mine," and his star had responded back in kind. Jason's nickname for his own star was supposedly "Princess." She had called him "dearest" and from what Nightwing would say, their bond was very strong.

It made something inside of Tim ache.)

Essentially, this was possibly an invitation for Tim to get his own star, if it was true that the cluster bonded to all Robins.

Batman, however, whipped his head around and snarled. “Absolutely not! You are forbidden from seeing the cluster!”

Nightwing’s attitude immediately changed as well. He rolled his eyes and snapped, “Who are you to decide that? You don’t have a damn leg to stand on!”

Robin eyed him. He suddenly felt his heart twinge at the thought that it was his fault that he made them start arguing again. The two of them continued arguing and it wasn’t until Alfred came down into the cave that he spoke up.

“Okay, okay. It was just a suggestion. All of the previous Robins met the cluster, so what's the big deal?" He said, trying to defuse the situation.

“Yes,” Batman spat, “all of the previous Robins met the cluster, and one of them died.”

Robin winced.

“Don’t you dare blame them for Jason,” Nightwing snarled. “If I can’t blame you, you can’t blame them either. They lost a sibling too!”

Robin did not speak again as he thought about the situation.

He wanted to meet them. All of the files on the Batcomputer about the Phantom Cluster had him locked out. All he knew was that it was a cluster made of sentient stars and planets and two of them had chosen an individual Robin to keep as a “host”. When Jason had died, his star had died with him. Everything else were anecdotes from Dick, who clearly loved them and his star very much.

But in order to be Robin, he also needed to meet them. The cluster made deals with all of the previous Robins. Now that there was a new one, would things be easier if he also became a host with a star?

(And maybe, just maybe, Bruce will accept him if he had a star of his own too.)

Robin started to speak again, "I—"

“No. That cluster has been nothing but trouble. Robin, I forbid you to go!” Bruce roared.

Robin gulped and shivered. The pure rage in Batman’s tone suddenly made him worried for what he was going to do. Nightwing wrapped a protective arm around him and pulled him back.

“The Cluster has never hurt a Robin before.”

“He. Will. Not. Be going,” Batman growled.

Alfred coughed into a fist and everyone shut up and looked at him. Robin tried not to move but he couldn’t help but try to press closer to Nightwing.

"Master Bruce," Alfred said sternly, "may I speak with you?"

Bruce wilted and then trudged after the true patriarch of the Wayne family.

It was almost funny, but Robin was still tense as Nightwing glared at the retreating back of their mentor and guardian. Alfred turned slightly to wink at him, and he relaxed with a faint smile.

Robin stared at Nightwing.

"... Nightwing?" He asked carefully.

Nightwing softened further as he looked at him. "Yes, Tim?"

"... it's okay if I don't go, right?"

Nightwing's eyebrows immediately went up to his hairline. It was like he couldn't believe that he would not want to go see the cluster.

Robin grimaced. He corrected himself hurriedly, "I mean— I want to go, but—"

"Tim, it's okay. If you don't want to go, it's fine. But to be honest, I'd rather have you go at least once. The cluster... they've always been allies of us Robins. I'd like you to meet my star, at least."

Us Robins. That thought made Robin pause.

Nightwing always tried to be accommodating and gentle with him. The thought of disappointing him gave him determination.

Robin shook his head and said in a firm tone, "No, I want to go."

Nightwing grinned. "Let's go now, then."

Robin glanced back at where Alfred and Batman had left.

"Don't worry about him. I'll take care of it, okay? I'll say that I forced you or something. B is just a paranoid asshole."

Robin's lips twitched but he nodded quickly and followed Nightwing. The two of them entered the teleportation tube that was installed in the cave and then away they went.

When they landed in the space station, Nightwing immediately locked the doors so nobody would enter.

Robin eyed him. Nightwing gave an innocent smile back and said, "It's just in case he decides to come after us."

Robin didn't say a word as Nightwing lead them through the metal halls before they finally ended up in the main room, where windows covered all of the walls, revealing a beautiful starry world outside of the space shuttle.

Robin gasped as he stared out the window at the close stars and planets. They were so close that Robin could almost see the surface of each star move and shift. Thankfully, the tinted windows allowed them to look directly at them.

"Hello, my star," Nightwing breathed and the stars remained silent. Nightwing didn't seem angry, just sad as he pressed his forehead and left hand to the glass, sighing.

Beyond the glass, the stars inched around an empty space, where the Jason's star used to stay.

Robin bit his lip again.

Jason's death had not only hurt Batman and Gotham, but also the heavens.

He might not have known it, but he was so very loved.

Nightwing exhaled again and then stood up straight. He looked at Robin with a thin smile and beckoned him forward.

"Come on. They don't bite."

Robin came forward, eyes darting towards the stars with silent awe and reverence. The stars and planets glittered and shone with a brilliance that matched the Sun, and Robin couldn't help but stare at the sentient celestial objects that floated in the sky.

"They're beautiful, right?" Nightwing said, and it startled him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah. They are," he agreed, because if he said otherwise, it would've been a lie.

It was awe-inspiring (and a little bit terrifying) to see somethings so big and large that were benevolent enough to help them.

It made Robin feel smaller than ever.

Nightwing hummed.

The communicator crackled then, taking away the sound of ocean waves and faint TV static.

Nightwing whipped his head around and Robin followed, staring between the communicator and the window, where the stars lied in silence.

"Hello," a thousand voices called and a shiver ran down Robin's spine.

Like the chorus of angels, a symphony of voices, a choir of sirens, the voices were soft and gentle.

They sounded sad. Tired. Wane.

Robin felt like it was odd that he understood what they were feeling, but he said nothing as he looked at Nightwing's face, which was tinged with the same exhaustion in the stars' tones.

"Hello. This is..." Nightwing gestured to him, "Robin. I'd like to introduce you to him."

The sound of ocean waves again. Robin felt his stomach swoop and drop.

Had they rejected him?

He knew he wasn't Jason, but he had to do it. In order for Batman to be the best hero that he could be for Gotham's sake, he needed a Robin.

Nightwing placed a hand on his shoulder and Robin tried to breathe past the panic.

The voices came back and said, ".... we know."

A different voice differentiated itself from the rest. It was distinctly masculine and adult-sounding, unlike the androgynous and childish voices of the others.

"My Nightwing," the voice called softly and Nightwing beamed.

"My star," he returned the call with a nod and a smile.

Nightwing's star continued, "Our little sister wants to make a deal with Robin. If he wants."

Robin startled. "Who?"

Hope filled inside of him. He wasn’t rejected after all!

Nightwing chuckled. "The little sister of the cluster is the protostar. That one, right there."

He pointed outside, towards a small, bow-tie shaped cloud of dust and gas, all of it converging into one center. She spun and consumed nebula swiftly, but did not move otherwise.

"That's the little sister?" Robin tilted his head.

She was oddly... vulnerable. With the way the other stars and planets circled the point of their cluster, and the way they directed the nebula towards her, they were clearly very protective of her.

"Yep," Nightwing said, but he was quickly interrupted.

There was a crackle from the communicator and then an angry hum like that of a buzzing hornet. Robin flinched and looked at Nightwing, who suddenly burst out laughing.

"My star! Please, Robin isn't going to take her away!"

Another angry hum, though less loud and more indignant.

Robin blinked and then relaxed. His lips twitched and he asked, "Is your star jealous that I'm looking at her?"

"He's the most jealous star I know," Nightwing said, in a loud and teasing tone that was clearly meant to be heard by the stars. "Such a sis-con."

Robin snorted, suddenly feeling a little better. He looked at Nightwing, who now looked more relaxed and encouraging. "You can talk to them," he said. "I promise, they're nice."

Robin nodded firmly and stepped up the communicator. "Uhm. Hello," he said, then winced from the awkwardness.

Silence again, and then, a soft, "Hello, Robin."

The word “Robin” was said with so much unspoken affection that it made him flustered. He stuttered then, but as Nightwing looked at him encouragingly, he continued.

Robin took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'd like to make a deal with the protostar, if that's okay. I can't promise that I'll be a good host, but I promise that I'll be the best host I can be. I'll take care of her and Batman too."

Silence.

Robin glanced back at Nightwing, who was grinning widely and giving an enthusiastic double thumbs-up.

Robin turned back as the communicator crackled once more and then the stars said, "Okay."

One voice in particular, softer than the others and lighter, spoke up then. "Let's make a deal, Robin."

She sounded tired, like she was struggling to stay awake and Robin felt his tone softening as he spoke to her, "Okay. I'll make a deal with you. We'll protect each other, okay?"

The protostar said softly, "I'll protect you."

Robin knew that she purposefully did not mention how he would protect her. He knew it, and he felt like he should've said something to make it fair, but the reassurance that she would be there for him suddenly made him breathless. He felt like he was robbed of all oxygen as he stared at the sky and suddenly understood why Nightwing was so fiercely and deeply protective of the cluster, even against Bruce.

They were kind. So very kind despite being cursed children who had become stars.

"Okay," he said slowly, already feeling a deep affection for his star blooming in his chest, "okay."

He instinctively put his hand on the glass and a bright light, flashing and fast, shot out of the nebula cloud she was consuming and flew towards him. It struck the glass and hot warmth entered Robin's body and then into his side.

He paused, taking a deep breath to calm his heart from racing before he opened his tunic, already knowing where the fated mark was.

On his left side, around the area of his ribs, was a four pointed star, white and pastel yellows and blues slowly tattooing itself into his side.

He beamed. "Dick! Look!" He had accidentally called him by his civilian identity, but Nightwing didn't seem to care as he bound forward and then picked him up and twirled him around.

"You did it! You've got your own star!"

Robin beamed.

He was accepted as a Robin and got his very own star from the Phantom cluster!

He wished he could've heard them singing, like Nightwing used to talk about, or maybe made a deal with his star in happier circumstances, but this was nice too.

Nightwing was still cheering and celebrating, but Robin couldn't help but look out past the stars. His protostar spun in place a little, looking a little more cheerful and he smiled.

"Thank you, Robin," she whispered and Robin grinned.

"No, thank you.... partner." That seemed like a good nickname for her.

A beat of silence from her and then she said, in a slightly more upbeat tone, "You too, partner!"

"Pfftt— you're like a couple of cowboys," Nightwing muffled his laugh.

Robin rolled his eyes and shoved him lightly. "Shut up, Dick. You're the one with the creepy, "my star" thing."

Nightwing gasped and put a hand to his chest dramatically.

"Y'know what? You're grounded! I won't take this slander anymore!"

Robin laughed and as the tension bled out from previous days of mourning and grief, he almost wanted to believe that things would be okay again.

He looked out the sky, as Nightwing put him in a headlock, and watched the stars begin to move slowly, as if suddenly gaining the energy to do so.

He watched that empty hole in space be avoided and he thought of Jason again.

No matter what would happen, he would make him and the stars proud.

————

Bruce seemed resigned when he came back bonded. He didn't say anything and just went to his room. Usually, Tim would've been worried, but he wasn't too concerned since he was so excited about having a star for himself.

Dick gave him the codes to unlock the files on the Phantom Cluster and Tim dove right in without hesitation.

He researched everything he could about the cluster, from what they told the Justice League, from Dick's own secret files that he sent over into his computer, from astronomy websites, and he even hacked into NASA's database on stars and astronomical bodies.

Tim finally found another purpose besides being Robin.

He was his star's host.

Being a host for a star belonging to the Phantom Cluster meant many things. For one, their condition reflected on their stars.

If Robin was whole and healthy, so would his star. If he was sick or tired, it would show on his star too.

For another, being a host meant being protected and watched over by the stars.

Nightwing had mentioned before that sometimes, the stars gave them powers. Robin had a hypothesis that with each host being bonded to a star, the powers that they were able to gain grew stronger or increased, since he discovered new abilities that were not recorded since he was bonded to his own star.

A lot of it were minuscule, barely able to make a difference unless it was a split second thing, when Robin miraculously needed just a little push to solve a mystery, fight crime, evade a dangerous situation, or defeat a bad guy.

Nightwing had mentioned before that he had never had a bad landing after being bonded, and that he had a small immunity to heat and fire. He had also said that sometimes, bullets would mysteriously be unable to hit him, but this was a hit-or-miss thing (quite literally) and didn't always happen, so Robin still had to be able to dodge well.

In the reports, the previous Robin mentioned how he would occasionally get brief, sporadic dreams of the future. Every once in a while, he would sleepwalk, and as if possessed, wake up with a new plan, an unknown secret, or an important clue in the morning. After the previous Robin had gotten his star, Nightwing had supposedly gained the same ability on the occasion, and even Robin discovered that ability, which proved his hypothesis.

Robin himself, had odd bouts of good luck, often causing him to end fights or solve cases even faster than Batman could. At other times, the good luck manifested in things like finding an unusual number of heads-facing pennies that were printed in 1943, or finding lost items whenever he lost them. When Robin fell asleep, nightmares were scarce and he would sometimes feel a weight against his side, as if he was resting next to someone with their head on his shoulder.

(When he woke up, he would feel refreshed, but with a slightly melancholy and loneliness. He wondered if it was from his star.)

Robin wanted to be depended on. He wanted to be important and loved and cared for, and his star was everything he wanted.

For her, he wanted to improve.

He trained under several masters, he made enemies and friends, he joined other hero teams, and he even created his own team, the Young Justice. Bruce’s team grew too, with Cass and Stephanie and others joining them in order to help Gotham City.

Every day, he grew older and his star grew alongside him, an eternal beacon.

She spun and whirled like a hurricane, absorbing and eating nebula and growing stronger, almost converging into a sphere as if she was about to begin her transformation into a star.

And then everything changed when Jason's star came back.

————

Both he and Dick had been in the space shuttle when she had reappeared.

The black mass that used to be the quasar still remained, still and quiet, but the other stars seemed to have gain energy from her silent presence. They spun around her happily, as she loomed over them with her inky presence, bending light around her like a lightless black hole.

With her arrival, it meant that Jason had come back.

And with Jason’s return, so did the Batman’s interest in the stars.

“How do they know?” He growled, as they poured over information and audio logs of the interviews of the stars. “How do they know what happens? Did they know that Jason would die and come back?”

Nightwing glared at him, but said tersely, “I don’t know. From what we know, their ability to read the future comes from Clockwork. He visits them and tells them information.”

Robin lifted his eyes up from the paper, which had a picture of his star on it.

“We’ve never seen Clockwork before, have we? We don’t know much about him either.”

“He seems to be an authority figure or warden for the cluster. They speak highly of him, but are purposefully vague,” Nightwing mused, rubbing his chin in thought. “I think I remember my star mentioning once that Clockwork helped him with his past.”

“So… he’s probably also a parental figure,” Robin said, and Nightwing nodded thoughtfully.

Batman looked exhausted, his cowl pulled down off of his head as he bent over the table with an almost inaudible creak of his back and stared intensely at the papers.

Jason’s star had come back, but there were no traces of Jason except an empty grave. They had all been too late when arriving at his grave, only to be met with a coffin that had been broken in from the inside. Whatever had happened, Jason had dug himself out on his own.

Robin knew that it killed Nightwing and Batman inside to imagine the boy they considered as family carving himself out of his own coffin.

The two of them were almost inconsolable at first, but they quickly gathered themselves up again and started investigating.

The cluster was surprisingly unhelpful, not even answering Nightwing when he asked questions about Jason. The only thing his star had said was, “Be patient.”

It was such a hauntingly simple and frustrating answer, exactly like what one would expect coming from an all-powerful and all-knowing being that lived for an unknown amount of years stuck with a child’s mind. Nightwing and Robin did not begrudge them, knowing that they were also protecting the quasar's secrets and bond with the other Robin, but Batman could not say the same.

Of course, they didn’t let that hold them down.

For the first time, Robin had been able to hear the song of the stars.

It was gorgeous. It was still soft, like waking up from a deep sleep, and sometimes it cut off like a bad connection, but Nightwing had looked relieved at the sound of it.

“There’s still another voice missing,” Nightwing had said sadly, “Jason’s quasar— her voice isn’t in the song.”

It already sounded so nice, with the melodic voices of the stars and planets and Dick’s star singing along, so if the loss of one voice was making it incomplete, just how beautiful was the sound when they were all together?

For many reasons, Robin wanted to find Jason.

He was reluctant to continue being Robin for awhile, but Nightwing convinced him to stay.

Once Jason was back, he would give back the suit.

“There’s something we’re missing,” Batman said slowly. “We need to review the facts.”

Nightwing nodded and looked at Robin encouragingly.

Robin began, “Okay. So on XX, XX of this year, we discovered that Jason Todd was revived or in some capacity, alive due to his star returning. He… dug his way out of the coffin himself, but has disappeared for now. The cluster seems to be aware of his movements and location, but is not planning to tell us where or why. The question is, how did Jason come back to life? Where is he, and if he's not in Gotham, did someone take him?”

Nightwing sighed. “We don’t have a lot of information. It’s just a whole bunch of what-ifs and wheres.”

Batman was silent, brooding.

Robin thought some more and then asked, slowly, “Have we reviewed the footage of the cluster before? What if… what if Jason’s star didn’t come back at the time that we thought?”

Nightwing blinked. “What do you mean?”

Batman, however, nodded suddenly. “I think I see what you’re saying. We should review the footage. Nightwing, maybe the time you noticed the star coming back isn’t accurate.”

“What! But I had been coming there every day!” Nightwing said, but then paused. His eyes went wide, and then rushed to the computer.

Batman patted Robin on the shoulder, making warmth ooze in his chest. Batman said with a cold, but vaguely grateful expression, “Good job on the new lead, Robin.”

Robin beamed.

They rewound the camera footage of the cluster which were all kept in the files, since Dick liked rewatching them.

And just as Robin suspected, it was true.

The empty space where the quasar had sat before her demise had not been as empty as Nightwing had thought. For at least a few days before her return as a black star, she had been very small and only noticeable in how light slightly bent around her tiny shape.

She had been shadowed and covered by her siblings until her final reveal and Jason’s ultimate return.

Nightwing covered his face. He seemed to be struggling to find the words on what to say.

Eventually, he said, strangled, “I should’ve looked closer. If I had known, we would’ve found Jason sooner!”

Batman sighed. “Don’t beat yourself up.” Both Robin and Nightwing looked at him with surprise. He sighed again and said, “I am… aware that I‘ve been upset and hostile of the Phantom Cluster. But ultimately, you are still bonded with them and they still offer you some semblance of protection. I am... also grateful that they gave us a chance to know that Jason is back. At least we know now that Jason had dug himself out a few days earlier.”

The three of them looked at each other.

Jason was going to be found and brought back to them. No matter what.

A few months later, almost 6 months after Jason's return, the silent mass that was Jason’s star suddenly bloomed into a protostar, larger than Robin’s. She was a ginormous, funneling top of blue and red nebula, quickly consuming the stellar remnants in the galaxy.

“… what does this mean?” Nightwing muttered as he stared at the footage of her new form. The other stars were cheerfully circling around their sibling again, their song now joined in by their returned sister. “Is he back for real? Was he not back before? Does this mean that he wasn't himself or something?"

Robin was silent, listening to the song. True to Nightwing’s words, the song was beautiful and ethereal.

It was a heaven’s choir, a siren’s song, a mother’s lullaby. It was beautiful in all sorts of ways. The sound was cold and sent shivers down his spine but oddly enough, he welcomed it.

“Do you think he’s… mad?” Robin asked. He felt strangely serene as he listened to the song of the stars.

“… hm?”

“Do you think Jason is mad that I’m Robin and that’s why he’s not coming home?”

Nightwing stared at him with such horror and disbelief that Robin quickly backtracked.

“It’s fine. He’s going to come home,” his tone was firm, hiding his inner insecurities. “The stars foretell it.”

Time passed and Jason’s star remained as a protostar, his own star often twirling around her in happy circles. Both sisters were cute to look at, especially because one was so big and the other was so small. The two of them spun cheerfully around each other, being fed nebula by their family, and Robin watched it all.

Of course, while the stars were in stasis, he was not.

He continued his duties as Robin, made secrets between only Nightwing and the stars, helped others and lived on, even when his mom was killed and his dad was paralyzed and in a coma. He could not prevent it because he had not known.

It was a cruel, cruel fact that the heavens did not care for civilian lives when they were lost.

(The stars did not care much for anyone but the Robins. It was a thought both flattering and terrifying.)

When his dad found out about him being Robin, he was forced to quit. He handed his uniform to Stephanie to keep safe for him, and then he was… normal again.

His protostar seemed unhappy with the decision, but thankfully not with him, because when he climbed onto the roof of the Drake manor to talk to her, she responded back just as eagerly as always. However, she had stopped moving, a sign of either displeasure, discomfort, or something from the future.

“Do I come back to being Robin?” He remembered whispering to her one night, and her answering twinkle made his heart swell.

He liked feeling important, but he also never truly wanted it. The pain and suffering that came from being a hero truthfully scared him. It was only the thought of Batman and Nightwing, as well as his star, that kept him from quitting all together when he first found out that Jason was back.

But he could admit to himself that he liked the feeling of flying through the air, beating bad guys, and saving people. He liked the feeling of recognition and attention.

He didn’t mind not being a hero for a little while. At least he knew that he would come back in the future.

Soon, Stephanie donned the Robin uniform, and at first, Tim could admit that he had been worried. She was reckless and foolhardy, but she was a good person with a keen eye for puzzles and problem-solving. He wanted her to succeed and in order to do so, she needed to meet the cluster.

It had been him who introduced her to her own celestial object and he was also the one who taught her about the Phantom Cluster and their abilities.

The both of them bonded over endearing and anthropomorphic astronomical bodies and Tim was the one who taught her to be Robin too, since Batman seemed insistent on kicking her down. It was difficult to make plans while Tim’s dad was also adamant on driving Stephanie away, but they made it work.

It was a peaceful night, as Tim snuck onto his roof and Stephanie quickly followed with a picnic blanket that was spread over his house shingles. It had been years since the both of them first met and then began working together in the hero scene, boosting each other up with their stars by their side. Now they were good friends after dating for a while and then Tim breaking up with her due to his change in status from a vigilante to civilian.

As they were chatting under the moon, with a tablet holding footage of their respective celestial objects, everything changed.

The song of the stars had cut off slowly, grinding to a halt and making both of them pause in their conversation.

“Uh. They just stopped singing. What does that mean?” Stephanie asked nervously.

Tim stared at the tablet and reached over to bring it closer. “… sometimes it means that there’s something we need to know or something is happening. I wonder what’s going on.”

He knew that Dick was also mostly likely noticing something was up as well.

Both Stephanie and Tim stared at the tablet in silence, tension building as nothing happened yet. The stars and planets slowed down and Tim’s star even stopped spinning, motionless.

Tim’s eyes were drawn to Jason’s quasar-turned-protostar.

There was another beat of silence, and then the camera’s feed turned to white with a sudden screech.

Both of them flinched from the loud scream and then watched a supernova consume the vision of the camera. It took a while before the brightness lowered and the shrieking of metal stopped ringing through their ears.

“Oh my gosh! Look!” Stephanie shook Tim’s shoulder, but it was unnecessary because he couldn’t take his eyes off of the screen.

Jason’s quasar had turned into a frighteningly enormous star. Almost 20 times the size of Dick’s star, Jason’s star had turned into a star that was so blue, it was white. She floated in space for a moment, before she then began a slow cycle around the cluster, carefully avoiding the planets so they would not burn in her luminosity. The rest of the cluster paused, as if taking in the sight of her before following suit and then…

Song burst from the feed again.

“Whoa,” Stephanie said, in a hushed whisper, “it’s beautiful.”

Dick had once described his and his star’s growth into adulthood with new identities. He had said that his star went supernova and transformed from a black hole to a giant star.

He had mentioned how the song had changed, with the addition of a fully mature voice of an adult star.

It happened the same way this time too.

Jason’s star had a light and delicate voice, distinctly feminine and quite high. She provided a soft harmony to the song alongside Dick’s star, with the both of their adult voices enriching the sound of the other stars, who were still children.

Stephanie gave another soft sound of awe.

Tim was more focused on what this meant.

It had been four years since his death. Now that his star had changed, it meant that Jason had also changed his identity, like how Robin became Nightwing. Whatever had happened, Jason had now grown up into an adult. He had come into a new identity in the four years he had been gone, and now he had found himself and alongside with it, his star.

But a question still remained.

Where was he?

————

Tim bopped his head to the music as he bent over his desk. It was another night of peace as he stayed in his room to do his school assignments, while his dad and Danna went on another date.

He was finishing up the last of his homework when he heard the door opening in the faint distance. He took a reflex glimpse outside the window, where he saw a cloudy sky, and then poked his head out of his room.

"Dad! Are you home?"

Silence.

Tim immediately tensed. He patted his pockets for weapons but found nothing. He inched back into his room and picked up the bat that was by his door. When he finally left his room again, he tried to go for nonchalant as he called out, "Dad! Did you bring home the wings I asked for?"

He carefully made his way to the foyer. But before he could turn around the corner and look at who had entered his home, he was knocked back by a fist.

He cried out as pain bloomed on his face. He squinted through the tears, silently wondering how they could hit so hard before he swung the bat. It was stopped with a hand, but Tim maneuvered his body and then lunged forward to kick the assailant back.

He darted backwards to get some distance and stared.

It was a muscular man, all clad in leather and black kevlar with a red helmet on his head.

Tim catalogued his appearance and could not figure out who this person was.

The only person with this kind of memo was the Red Hood, which was an alias that the Joker used, but that couldn’t be possible.

"Who are you?" He snapped. "What are you looking for?"

"What? I'm looking for a who," the man hissed, his voice coming through as electronic. "I'm looking for a Robin."

Tim's stomach dropped.

He said slowly, "I think you're looking in the wrong house. Robin isn't here."

"I heard you quit, Timothy Drake. I heard you quit being Robin and gave it to some other kid. Do you think it's that easy? Do you think it's that easy to leave being Robin behind?"

Oh crap.

Tim scrambled away as the man then lunged at him. He swung the bat again and as the man blocked with a fist, Tim lashed out with another kick. The man grabbed him by the ankle with the other hand and then threw him to the side.

Tim choked on his breath as his back hit the wall, knocking down some picture panes and shattering them on the floor. His back was already starting to ache, but he didn't have time to worry about that when the man struck again, punching him in the stomach.

Tim gagged on the bile rising up his throat before he attacked back with a jab to the throat. He then kicked the man twice in quick succession, making him grunt, and darted up on his feet, dodging a hit from the man's fist again.

"Who are you?!" Tim cried out, his blood freezing in his veins at the thought of Bruce and Dick's secret being known to others.

Would this man reveal their identities? Take Tim as a hostage? Use him to blackmail Bruce?

The man laughed mechanically. He reached behind his head and unlocked the helmet with a faint hiss of air. Then he dropped the helmet onto the floor and brushed his hair back with bright green eyes and a wild smirk full of teeth like he wanted to tear Tim apart.

Tim's eyes widened.

If the familiar face shape didn't key him in, it was the four pointed star on his cheek, unmistakeable and alight with bloody orange and turquoise, that told him just who had came into his house with the intent of attacking him.

"No..." he whispered in disbelief, scrambling backwards again as his breath came out quick and panicked.

Jason had come back?

Jason was back!

If he hadn't just been beaten by him with his fists, he probably would've been happy. Now he was just extremely confused and frightened.

"Oh yes," Jason purred. He was fully grown now, well muscled and clearly trained by someone other than Batman for the last four years. "You're in luck, Robin. You're the first one I saw after being back in this hell hole."

Tim was mentally making a list of the things he needed to do.

Finally, he replied slowly, "But why? Why did you see me first? And where were you?"

"I was dead, obviously," Jason scoffed. “And I came here to ask you a few questions.”

“Okay, cool,” Tim said nervously. “Did you need to punch me to ask me questions?”

Jason didn’t answer, but instead, swung to punch him again. Tim yelped and rolled to dodge. He was barely back on his feet before Jason grabbed his hair and pulled him down, kneeing him in the stomach.

Tim coughed but also took that moment while he was bent over to drop and kick out his legs, knocking Jason off his feet.

Jason fell and Tim jumped over him to get away. He flew down the stairs and barely reached the entryway when he was pounced onto by Jason, who felt like a damn elephant as he pinned him onto the floor with his body weight.

They wrestled but Tim was so out of Jason’s weight class that it wasn’t even funny. Tim could feel the panic within him rising as he struggled and tried to get away from the previous Robin, a once beacon of hope and light for Gotham.

“You have it so easy,” Jason hissed, as he started wrestling him to the ground. “A dad, money, a good home. You never had to dig through trash for scraps. You never had to take care of your dying mom while you were starving yourself. You never had to fight for your life while being tortured!”

Tim kicked Jason in the stomach, allowing just enough space for him to throw back his elbow to his chin. Jason made a faint noise of pain, and punched him once more, but before it could escalate, the most intense feeling of nausea struck Tim.

For a moment, he wondered if he was going to throw up over the previously dead Robin’s hands, but when Jason also paused and moved away from him with a gasp, he realized that both of them were struck with the same condition.

Tim blinked rapidly as the both of them stared at each other in thinly veiled confusion and distrust. Jason suspiciously stared at him, and then looked up out the window that was placed over the door. As Tim blinked away the stars in his eyes, he was beginning to realize that it was not just stars in his vision, but also stars in the sky.

The night was now clear, allowing them both to see a patch of sky with two distinctive lights.

Both Robins, old and new, stared at the rapidly twinkling lights in the distance. There were two flashes, blinking over and over, as if trying to get their attention.

The two sat there in silence. Then Jason looked down at his wrist, which held a watch that was now projecting the image of his star. She was spinning and bursting with solar flares like crazy, enough that Jason gave a disbelieving, almost angry laugh.

"Okay, jeez, I get it, Princess. You want me to keep your sister's fucking host alive."

Tim exhaled in relief, casting his eyes over to the night sky, which held his star in the distance.

Thank the stars that she helped him.

He didn’t want to know what would happen if her and her sister couldn’t get their attention.

He silently mouthed, "Thanks, partner."

The sky twinkled noticeably one last time before it stopped.

Tim jolted when Jason suddenly bent down and started taking off his shirt.

“Excuse me?!” He shrieked, feeling the bruises ache as Jason started undressing him. He struggled weakly, but Jason was still pulling apart his clothes.

“Shut up. Where’s the damn mark?”

Just to spare himself the indignity, Tim pulled his t-shirt to present his side and snapped, “Here.”

Jason stared at the four pointed star, colored with baby blue and butter yellow, for a beat and then stood up in a huff.

Tim glared at him. He loved the Robins and he loved Batman, but that didn’t mean he was just going to forgive him for almost killing him!

"Where are your medical supplies?" Jason asked, looking around his room.

Tim grimaced and said, "The kitchen."

“Where?”

He eyed him with distrust. Jason put his hands on his hips and waited.

“…. In the left cabinet next to the stove.”

Jason went off to look for it, probably, and Tim slowly sat up, rubbing his shoulder that had been knocked against several surfaces this night, while he lifted his eyes to the window again.

His star was still there, faint due to her distance from Earth, but she was still just barely bright enough that he could find her through Gotham’s smog.

Thank the heavens for her and her sister.

Jason came back with a stomp and the emergency medical kit in his hands. He sat down next to Tim and raised a hand, palm up.

"Hand."

Tim gave it to him.

Jason opened the kit and then began to inspect, clean, and wrap up his wounds. Even for his back, Tim was asked to take off his shirt and Jason applied bruise gel all over it. Tim was tense at first, but eventually, he just kind of melted underneath Jason's hands and closed his eyes as he was taken care of by the previous Robin.

Sometimes he would ask Tim questions.

“So what do you call your star?”

“Partner. She calls me partner back too.”

“Ha! You’re like cowboys.”

“You sound like Dick.”

“Like hell I do!”

But Jason didn’t hurt him again. Tim was full-on relaxing by the end of it.

When Jason was finished, Tim was lightly dozing from the warmth of the numbing creams and the fact that it was a late night on a school day. The fact that he hadn’t been hugged or touched in a while certainly aided his sleepy haze too. Jason snorted at the sight of him and said, "Aren't you too trusting? I just beat you up."

Tim grumbled as he opened his eyes and uncurled from his position. "You're an asshole, y'know that? What was all of that even for?"

Jason sighed and said, "I changed. And... I guess… sorry. I wasn't in a right state of mind when I came here."

Tim twisted to look at him. Looking at him closer, Jason's eyes were still green, though noticeably less bright.

The shade of green was so familiar that Tim stared for a long time before he suddenly blurted out, "The league. You were with the League of Assassins!"

Jason narrowed his eyes. "I was."

"Was it Talia? Did she revive you? What happened?"

Jason looked exasperated but he nodded with a deliberately careless shrug. "I died, crawled out of my grave like a zombie, and then she picked me up. I went with her to the League and she threw me into the Lazarus Pits before training me. Now I’m here again to take back what’s mine.”

“Robin?” Tim blurted again. “I’ll give it back to you. I was going to— but someone needed to be Robin and my dad made me quit so I gave it to a friend and she became Robin for a little while, but I don’t think she’ll mind if you get it back.”

“Breathe,” Jason deadpanned, eyeing him with an unidentifiable emotion. “And I don’t care for it anymore.”

“You sure? You definitely cared about it 20 minutes ago,” drawled Tim.

Jason glared at him and Tim narrowed his eyes at him right back.

Eventually, Jason rolled his eyes and looked away. “Well, I stopped caring.” He pointed at Tim demandingly. “I don’t give a fuck what happens next, but if you tell anyone I’m here, I’ll break your damn face!”

“But why?”

Tim could understand that Jason was angry. Whatever had happened in the League had changed him for the worse, but there was still that familiar, charismatic, and caring boy inside, evident by Tim's carefully bandaged wounds (despite being the one to inflict them, but whatever). He could see that Jason was feeling vengeful too, but he didn't want Jason to be estranged from Dick or Bruce.

"I have plans," Jason said with a sneer. "Plans for Gotham that can't have B and Dick interfering."

"... are you trying to get revenge?"

"So what if I am? I died. Better yet, I was murdered. It doesn't matter what you think, I'll do what I need to do and because you're the host of my star's sister, I'll let you go this one time."

Tim thought of Bruce's brooding and endless self-blame at Jason's death. He thought of Dick's almost desperate attempts in training Tim and his neverending grief from the loss of a brother and the loss of a possible future knowing him. He thought of Alfred's silent sorrow, his eyes full of fear when Tim used to suit up in the Batcave. He thought of that period of time where Batman brutalized every criminal he came across, even the petty ones, turning Gotham into a city of rage and pain.

".... They all mourned for you," Tim said, not really knowing what outcome he was looking for by saying this,"B and Dick mourned for you. It was so bad that I had to force them to make me Robin because Batman needed him. Batman needed you."

Jason stared at him, his eyes flickering between greenish hues before he looked away, eyebrows furrowed.

“It doesn’t matter,” Jason snorted coldly. “They clearly didn't care enough if the Joker is still alive. I’m going to stay here and I’m going to kill the Joker. No one else avenged me, so I’ll just have to do it myself.”

The Joker?

Tim's breath hitched as he froze so badly that even Jason paused and raised an eyebrow at him.

Tim stared at Jason with wide eyes.

He could not help but look down slightly, at the four pointed star that covered Jason’s cheek, a mark of the heavens that bound him to a star.

Jason snarled, “What?!”

Tim said slowly, “The… The Joker’s not alive.”

When Jason’s tense posture and aggressive stance slackened into shock, Tim had to continue and say, “He died a while ago.”

Jason grabbed him by the shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as he roared, “Who did it?!”

Tim pursed his lips.

Jason could probably keep a secret, right? He didn’t believe that he would go and tell anyone, especially because….

“Nightwing did. And I helped him hide the body.”

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Check out my CB!Jason art here

Tim and Dani are partners!! Hooray!

I'm sure you can guess who Steph ends up with, hm? She’ll get her own story, dw.

Tbh, I wanted this to be a 3+1 thing with all of the other Robins bc I thought it'd be short, but then it became longer than I expected, so I just... continued writing.... 😶 I think I got too excited again.

I'm trying to write in chronological order, but the history of the Batfam is so ridiculous that idk if I can do that, but if I don't do that, I'll get confused myself, y'know? Someone please help.

The scene where Jason beats the shit out of Tim apparently comes after he reveals his identity to Bruce… so I’m going to switch it for it to make sense. He was also supposed to choke Tim in this fic, but then it got too dark… so I changed that too :9

“How come none of them could figure out that he was with the League?” They knew he was revived in the coffin, so no one thought of the Lazarus pits bc they didn’t think he was basically a zombie (suspend your disbelief, please!). Also, more info on Jazz will be in the fic with Jason’s return.

Tim was originally supposed to go with Tucker, but then I thought about it and I changed it because 1) like Dick and Jason, his star is sort of the opposite of their personality, 2) I don’t see how they’ll encourage each other to grow, 3) a secret third thing

A deeper explanation of reason 2 is on AO3.

[danihow]

Love hurts

Han Seojun x producer!Reader True Beauty

Summary: Falling in love with someone who doesn´'t loves you suck, but it sucks more watching them hurt.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: unrequited love, han seojun is in love with jukyung, bad written, not proofread, angst.

A/N: i needed to do this to get this man out of my mind, my god why is he so perfect and so unreal.

You never thought love could hurt, not when it was such a beautiful feeling.

Working as a producer has been your dream all high school, being scouted by a Move Entertainment agent as a freshly graduated person was probably the biggest blessing you've ever received in the last 5 years.

You still remember your first day at the company as an apprentice of the bigger producers, sitting at the back of their studio in the couch and watching them come up with ideas, lead the idols and modifying simple sound onto a whole ass song.

Your heart felt so full of emotions that day you swore you could've cried from happiness even thought you were mistreated by other staff, you remember vividly how your face hurt from smiling on the way home.

Your shoes clacking against the tiled floor echoed through the empty halls of the huge building, it still amuses you to this day the was the floor never seemed to get dirty, always reflecting as if it was a mirror.

However, even if you could spot everything on the floor you still missed the person you were walking into, your head colliding against his tall back, startling out of your mind.

"Yah!" A man's voice flooded your ears before your eyes looked up to who you have crashed into, locking with brown foxlike eyes. "How do you manage to bump into the only other person in the floor?" He says, looking into you intently.

He was the prettiest man you've ever met, and even that was an understatement. The way his eyes complemented the rest of his face, his dark hair in a mullet giving him a mysterious and cool vibe that was just highlighted by his all-black outfit. It was probably the most memorable thing about that day.

"I'm sorry." You mutter, bowing a bit and smiling apologetically.

"It's okay, just look where you're going." He tells you in something between a reprimand and some advice, between polite and cocky. "You're a producer?" He asks, more for him than for you as he spots your producer badge hanging from your neck.

"Oh, yeah, I started today. I'm L/N Y/N." You smile politely at him, who nodded and gave you a weird smile back.

"Nice to meet you L/N Y/N, name's Han Seojun." He said before he continued walking, a small greeting bow before looking away. "Have a good night."

As the weeks rolled by you learnt from your superior that Han Seojun has a new trainee and was already relatively famous as it was too. Your encounter with the boy becoming more and more frequent the more he started practicing and the more you advanced as a producer. The two of you becoming close work friends rather quickly.

As the months turned into years and the level of comfort grew between the two of you the more your feeling for him surpassed the limit of friends, his laugh enticing a newfound warmth in your chest anytime you heard it, his eyes appearing in your daydreaming more and more often. Everything about him changing in your eyes to something else. Nonetheless, as your feeling for him grew with your friendship so did the secrets you knew from each other.

Even though you like him a lot you knew very well how much he liked Lim Jukyung, and you couldn't get mad at it, she has been in his live for far longer than you and is just and angel to be around; if anything you would've fallen in love with her too if you were Seojun.

"Y/Nie, you have done more than enough with those tracks, go home." Your superior mentioned as he walked in the studio, passing you a bottle of water and sitting by your side.

"Something is missing..." you mutter, your back aching from sitting in the same chair for so many consecutive hours, mouse scrolling through the track in the monitor for the nth time in the past half hour.

"You can review it tomorrow, go and rest." He said once again, pulling you away from the computer, your hands stretching as far as they could to keep on working until you were out of reach. His hand grabbing the mouse and saving the track. "Go." His voice was stern but with a hint of fondness, a soft smile on his face as you oblige.

Grabbing you bag and saying your goodbyes you walked out of the studio, opting for using the stairs as your exercise for the day. Eight flight of stairs you were kind of regretting your choice, but you were no quitter, so you kept going. "God my back's killing me." You whisper for yourself as your rub your neck tiredly, putting your coat on until a sound picked up your attention.

Instantly your mind went back to that one-time Jukyung playfully told you she heard from her sister that there was a ghost around the building, seemingly having been haunted herself a few times. "Aigoo..." You mutter, freezing in place as your ears try to pick up the sound again; a few seconds pass and you hear it again, however it seemed to be a sob.

Concerned and a bit less scared you kept on walking down, careful to not disturb whoever it was that cried silently. A few floors down you were met with the figure of a man, sat down in the stairs as his body shook painfully as he cried, his soft sobs flooding your ears and you wished to all the heavens above you were mistaking the silhouette with someone else.

Please, don't be him.

You took a few steps down, the closer you got the clearer he became before your tired eyes. "Seojun?" You asked in a whisper, close enough to crouch down and place your hand on his shoulder.

It shouldn't hurt so much to see the way he flinched at both your voice and your touch, his hand flying to push yours off as his face refused to turn towards you.

With a sigh you sat down beside him, not a word leaving your mouth as you looked ahead of you, giving him the time to do whatever he wanted with his appearance before you looked at him, letting him know you are not forcing anything out of him but instead offering him your company.

A few seconds passed by, maybe a whole minute before he kept on crying, hand trying so hard to muffle his voice as his tears never stopped flowing down his cheeks. Slowly you turned to look at him, taking the time to take in his appearance before sighing again. It hurt a lot to see him so broken.

"It's okay to cry it out, don't silence yourself." You whispered softly, hand slowly reaching for his and taking it off his mouth, a sob immediately following after. "I can leave if you want me to." You said, giving him a few seconds to react, taking his silence and lack of eye contact as a sign and stood up.

"Wait.... don't go," he said in a choked voice, hand flying to grab your wrist, eyes finally looking up at you between his tears. "Please."

"You don't have to ask me twice." You say, a soft and sad smile on your face as your crouched down in front of him between his knees, hands resting now on top of his cheeks and brushing away his tears. "You wanna talk about it or just exist for a while?"

Your tone was so sweet and full of patience he just felt like crying again, sniffing he kept silent, eyes roaming through your face and not once finding your company insincere. "I let her go." He whispers back, his eyes appearing as an open book for you to read, his mouth pouting and his eyes tearing again. "It hurts."

"I know it hurts, and it hurt to love her too, didn't it?" You ask, brushing a few stray hairs off his face and behind his ears, a mannerism you took upon on as his hair grew between haircuts. "I'm so sorry."

"Why does it hurt so much?" He said while desperately looking into your eyes for an explanation, his own hand clutching his chest as if trying to take his heart out. "Why do I had to love her out of everyone?"

He sounded so broken, so exhausted of his feelings it made you teary too, a burning sensation starting at your throat threatening to choke your upcoming words.

"You don't choose who to love, just how she didn't choose not to love you." You mutter, blinking away the stinging in your eyes. "It's part of life as much as it sucks." You whisper, shuffling in your feet that hurt from crouching for so long. "Love hurts, it's dumb how much loving can hurt when it's such a beautiful feeling, huh?" You can't help but chuckle at your own words, how ironic.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles after a while, his hands brushing off the last of his tears as he has now calmed down a lot more, you still crouching in front of him, never once taking your attention away.

"Don't apologize for being human." With a smile your hands sneak up to grab his and stand up, pulling him with you. "Come on, let's go and get some air. away from this creepy stairway." With one of your hands you clean his face of, not wanting anyone to see he was crying as your other hand never loosens around his.

As you walked down the stairs with him trailing behind you Seojun couldn't help but notice how secure your hand held his and how your presence soothes him, a small grateful smile on his face.

"Thank you, Y/N." He mutters as you drag him along, not once yapping or complaining of this ruining his tough image as he would've done every other day.

"That's what friends are for." You smile at him over your shoulder, because even if Han Seojun doesn't love you back, love hurts and it's part of life.

[nenoname]

Journal 3’s references to Stan

Post-Portal Ford

"How is it that I am back? It turns out that despite my warnings and possibility of global catastrophe, Stanley managed to re-activate the portal and bring me back to my home dimension. While his intentions might have been pure, he was just as careless bringing me back as he was knocking me through in the first place. He destroyed the portal in the process, risked endangering the entire fabric of reality, and even found himself the target of a federal manhunt by the U.S. governement (a logical progression from his days in the principal's office)."

"When I first saw him, I assumed I had once again found myself in an alternate parallel dimension! Gone was the stubborn mullet-haired, frostbitten vagabond who had pushed me into the portal many years earlier, replaced by a wrinkly carnival barker with my father's face, fez, and girdle.

I'd spent the last 30 years contemplating what I might do if I saw Stanley again. Would I even be able to look him in the eye after what he did? Would I apologize for shutting him out of my life?"

"As it turned out, instinct took over and I punched him right in the face. I feel kind of bad about that!

Face- Inherited Dad's nose and Mom's untrustworthy tongue.

Gut- I've spent the last 30 years keeping up an extensive exercise and diet regimen. Stanley... hasn't.

Suit- Dad's suit, which he gave me after graduation. He thought I'd wear it for my wedding. I thought I'd wear it to accept an award. Instead, Stanley has used it to trick tourists and sell key chains."

"Machinery- Operated my portal like a monkey pretending to be a mechanic. Half of the instruments are held together with duct tape.

Yes, despite the extra pounds and wrinkles, Stanley is still the irresponsible, shortcut-loving overgrown child I remember from the past. Most unbelievable: his first thought upon seeing me again was to expect a thank-you - a THANK YOU - after destroying my life!

Even worse, he spent the last 30 years avoiding the law by faking his own death, impersonating me, and scamming the local townsfolks with a moneymaking ruse so absurd it would even make my profit-loving father blush. Once a cheater, always a cheater. And it turns out he's become a fraud for a living. I nearly fainted when I saw what he had done to..."

[THE MYSTERY SHACK] "Unbelievable. Once a haven of scientific study, the cabin I built with my grant money has been transformed by Stanley over the years into a hokey freak show that mocks everything about the study of the paranormal!

Signage- There are legal disclaimers in almost-impossible-to-see fine print painted up and down nearly every entryway. It's a wonder Stanley hasn't been sued yet.:

“Walking around my old lab, I feel like a dead man’s ghost haunting a strange fun house mirror version of his past life, I resolve to take back my home and rebuild the life that Stanley has taken from me.”

“The strangest thing about [Soos] is his utter idolization of my brother Stanley.”

"At least there is some GOOD news: I am a great uncle! (Or "grunkle," as Stanley seems oddly insistent on saying.) Apparently, Sherman Pines's grandkods have been staying with Stanley for the summer. (It's hard to believe the parents would trust these kids with Stanley; they clearly thought he was ME!)"

[Mabel] "Shares the family sweet tooth. Diet seems to consist solely of items with the word ‘gummy’ in them. I will need to discuss nutrition with Stanley.”

[Dipper] “Observations: 1) Constantly sweating. Perhaps he takes after Stanley. (…) 4) Rank odor. Clearly hasn’t bathed recently. Stanley should never be put in charge of children!”

“It is just as I feared; apparently, Stanley’s reckless use of the machine overtaxed it and ripped a tear in the dimensional fabric- the same way an overheated oven might burn a hole in kitchen linoleum.”

“Containment dome- A home for the Rift. Admittedly, I was inspired by the snow globes in Stanley’s gift shop.”

“When I tried to share my burdens with my brother, he knocked me into the portal, separating me from my home for 30 years.”

“Stanley always mocked my love of [DD&MD], and even some of my college friends called it "Girlfriend Repellant.”“

"Well, the harm in showing the [infinity sided die] to Dipper turned out to be quite large. During one of our games, my hotheaded brother got his hands on it and accidentally conjured this jerk.”

“I’m proud to say that the Pines family was able to beat the wizard at his own game. Stan’s contribution was (of course) to cheat our way to victory.”

“Ironically, in the multiverse I’m just as wanted as Stanley! But my crimes had a noble purpose”

“Stan would have loved this place, but it just made me depressed. Although I had a good run in the Gambling Dimension, the dimensional bouncers ended up kicking me out for counting cards! What are the odds?”

“[The Oracle] looked deep into my eyes and said I had the face of the man who was destined to destroy Bill.”

[A Better World] “On this Earth, I was never pushed into the portal by Stan. On this Earth, my brother listened to me and took Journal 1 away from Gravity Falls.”

“I reentered the world of my youth to face a brother I had not seen in 30 years. My frustration was indescribable- once again, my brother’s actions had sabotaged everything I had ever worked toward.”

“To help Dipper understand, I borrowed Stanley’s car, and we drove until we reached the town border of Gravity Falls.”

“I suggested it would be a good time for Stan to take the kids on that road trip he’s been talking about while I puzzle over [the cracked Rift]”

Other sections: Pre-Portal, Post-Weirdmageddon, Lost Journal pages + Ford's letters

[normalaboutjungkook]

jungkook doesn't care about taehyung like that there is the reason why there're so many jkkers

what does taehyung have to do with jkk? 😐😐😐 you wouldn't say "jungkook doesn't care about hobi blah blah that's why so many jkkers" or with any other member. so this proves to me that jkk's realness depends on whether or not tkk is real (in the eyes of jkkers. no wonder they always try to size us up)

there's also tons of ymn shippers as well. does that mean something about how jm treats jk too? (i mean look how close in size they are in the AO3 comparison for example 🤷🏾)

and time to info dump because now i have an excuse to 🎉🎉🎉

JK was the only person who knew Tae's TMI during run BTS, brought up multiple times how Tae helped him get out his shell, he made sure Tae sat down properly with his foot injury, he wrote a short letter to Tae because he considers himself close to him, he knows the steps to Tae's Slow Dancing freestyle, he said "where ever V hyung goes I'm happy" (along those lines), he listened to KTH1 first (iirc), he has a V shaped A tattoo 🤔, he considers Tae the most handsome man he's ever seen, he also praises tae as a person & as an artist, he told taehyung to be confident in his voice, he's called Tae a "flirt" at least twice, he told Tae "is this how you feel when you see me cry?" when he saw Tae crying, he made sure Tae doesn't eat food that's too spicy for him, he wrote Tae a message in winter package 2019 that made him emotional, he was the only person (twice) to give Tae a ⭕ (yk the little yes/no card things? idk how to describe it), he sometimes compliments tae without a reason, asked if partners are family too when tae said family is important to him (iirc), he posted a selca with Tae (at atomix iirc) first before with any other member on IG, the only photo he "consented" to having posted online during military service was with Tae, he messed around with Tae in the comments during that one Weverse live too (Tae didn't mention him first either. so let's drop that narrative), he swapped teams with Tae during run BTS (his team was going to go into a sauna & Tae has a skin condition), he has expressed multiple times he would like to share rooms/live with Tae, during rookie king he barely even hit Tae (and didnt give the same mercy to other members) when they were doing whatever that torture thing was (idr 😭), the vminkook live (I won't elaborate), dream premiere (c'mon now...), MAMA 2018 (💔💔), Grammys 2020, Harry Styles concert, wore matching sweetheart shirts with tae on the same day, the hello kitty plushies, he took the prize Tae wanted during Run BTS and actually gave it to him, he recorded footage of their date near Namsan & kept it private, imitated Tae's half/half idol era hair color during bon voyage, made time to be with Tae during enlistment, defended Tae from "fans" who said he should cut his mullet, there was a visible V on the wall of his Golden photoshoot, also according to Tae only he knows how sulky JK can get when someone doesn't give him attention, he referred to Begin as V-gin & said it's a song that'll touch Tae's heart, JK expresses how much he enjoys Tae's cooking, he also typically has no reaction to when Tae does random things to him (the playing with his earrings 😭 the thigh slaps 😭 or that finger in ear thing?? 😭), didn't deny that 1:23 was a reference to Tae's birthday (on a fansign post it tho), ran to catch up with Tae during an award show, pushed his seat closer to Tae during an award show when Tae slightly moved away, oh and he mostly sits/stands next to tae (and very closely too), sometimes he leaves his center position to stand next to Tae in group photos (even at the Grammys), took a duo photo with Tae at the White House, they send ILY signs to each other (exclusively too years before BWL), JK steals glances at Tae, only gave Tae a kiss on the cheek in 5th army zip, plays videogames until past midnight with Tae, he looks at Tae like this, he playfully pulled down Tae's shirt during YTCB rehearsals, uhhh I'm getting bored now but I think u get the idea (more)

sorry that jkk propaganda got to you anon 💔💔 couldn't be me

[bethelighthalazia]

Blue Braids

Summary:  The reader loves to play with her boyfriend's hair. Little drabble scenario for this.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: bf!Hongjoong X fem!reader 

Word Count:  561

Warnings: n/a

“Ow! Y/nnie, love…jagiya, please, don't pull!” Hongjoong whined, his head being tugged back every time y/n ran her fingers through his hair to gather new strands. The stylists had told her to braid some blue yarn into it along with blue extensions, which she was doing just now.

“I'm not pulling, Joong…I'm combing your hair. It's not taking much longer anymore, I promise,” she hummed, pecking his cheek gently with a smile. Y/n loved his longer hair, it allowed her to also just sit behind him at home on the sofa to braid it or make cute little hairstyles. Today though, his hair was all messed up, he had slept in his studio again and somehow managed to get it all tangled and knotted.

One could hear the others chuckle from their spots, but as soon as y/n shot them a smile, they stopped. They'd be next, so none of them had any right to laugh about their captain. 

“Ah! Why do you hate me so much jagi?” Another whine of him let her chuckle, but she actually just finished the last braid, putting a little, colorful bead into the hairband which secured it into his hair. “I don't hate you, Joong, I love you. Above anything else, you are my treasure.” She hums and then turns his chair, smiling happily when their eyes meet. Before he could do anything though, their lips met for a brief moment, causing him to get flustered. “Yah! Don't do that…they won't take me seriously now.” With a soft chuckle, he then gets up, kissing y/n’s cheek gently and then heads over to where the staff needed him for the first photoshoot.

“Now boys, who's next?” Y/n couldn't hide a grin, the others pushing Seonghwa to the seat first now. It doesn't take much time and the other seven members are done with their hair, since theirs is not as long as Hongjoong's mullet. Y/n watches the shoot, not only for the photos, but they also started on some scenes for the MV now.

The next few days, she couldn't always make it to accompany them, since she was busy with her last exam for her master's degree. One evening she was sleeping on the sofa when the boys came home, causing them to smile. Y/n had cooked dinner for them too before she cuddled up in the living room to watch some of their MV's.

However, when Hongjoong tried to cover her with a blanket, y/n woke up, looking at her boyfriend with a pout as she noticed his new hairstyle.

“Joongie…your mullet-” she mumbled, one hand reaching up to run through his hair, a few tears starting to appear. He quickly leaned down to kiss her, hoping to calm her, but when he leaned back again after the kiss, y/n had a little smile on her face. “Your new hairstyle suits you…even though I now can't braid it anymore.”

It was clear that the others had followed this exchange with their breaths held, because they released it almost simultaneously, already fearing her to burst into emotions. When she noticed them, y/n chuckled and gave a nod towards the kitchen area. “I made food, it's in the kitchen. Bring some for Joong too, he can't move because he has to calm his girlfriend now!”

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

[dr-spectre]

Do you have any hyper specific headcannons for any characters (both idols, agents, villains, splatlands?)

This is gonna be something different from my usual headcanons but,

Splatsville is actually Australia in the far future. That's my headcanon.

If we assume that Inkopolis is just Japan in the far future after all the flooding that wiped out humans, then it would make some sense that Splatsville is actually Australia due to how both countries are somewhat close to each other.

Australia is infamously known for it's deserts and dry land, and Splatsville has plenty of that.

Also Australia has an insane mix of different cultures. Every street and every town has something unique to experience, its... chaotic. And the Idols fit every well into that idea too!

Shiver is heavily based on Japanese culture and Frye is based heavily on Indian culture. Growing up in Australia myself, i can tell you that I've experience a lot of Asian cultures, hell my friend group is super diverse and i love that. Australia isn't just a bunch of white dudes with mullets who drink beer all day, there's tons of people of different skin colours, religions, backgrounds, it's awesome.

Now with Big Man? I'm gonna be real, i haven't actually seen anyone from Brazil or has any sort of Brazilin background but I'm sure there's plenty of Brazilian people living in Australia that i haven't met yet.

However, there is this which may disprove the headcanon and may suggest that Splatsville/the Splatlands might actually be in France.

But... If we remember, humans were wiped out due to giant floods caused by a nuclear bomb, so it's safe to assume that the floods were SO massive and SO strong that it managed to knock over the Eiffel tower and drag it to where Australia used to be.

Anyways, that's a headcanon i wanted to share, i didn't come up with the idea, someone on twitter did but i cannot find the original tweet. However, if someone can find the tweet that mentions that Splatsville might be Australia then feel free to send it my way!

[amarawritesforyou]

I Want U Around - Black Reader! x idol Kim Yugyeom

Title: I Want U Around

Main Characters: Y/N, Yugyeom, Jinyoung, BamBam (others may be featured as the story develops)

Reader Type: Black! Reader x Yugyeom

Synopsis: You moved to Korea so you could see the world, but Korea isn’t what you expected. It may be time to leave. That is until you meet Kim Yugyeom. A tall, sweet, and funny kpop idol. You are not a kpop fan, just an ex-pat living in Seoul.

A/N: I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes. I wrote most of this three weeks ago and then life got really crazy. I’m sorry that it took so long for me to get this out. 

Anything in italics means it's a thought in Y/N’s head. *-asterisk denotes the meaning of a word or phrase. I hope you enjoy it and look forward to Chapter 2.

Chapter 1

You were staring out the storefront window into the busy streets of Seoul, waiting for the clock to finally say 5:00 pm. It was only 2:17 pm. Your stomach rumbled, reminding you of just how hungry you were. In a rush this morning, you left your lunch at home. A shame too because you finally got your neighbor to share her sundubu jjigae recipe with you and made enough to last for the next three days. 

You were very strict with your budget, something your parents instilled in you since you got your first job at 16 years old. So walking across the street to grab tteokbokki from the food cart was not in the budget, even if it’s only ₩6,500. You can almost taste the jjigae that’s waiting for you at home. Your stomach growled again, “I can wait it out. I don’t have that much time left of my shift.” You glanced at your phone thinking it must be at least 3 pm now. It wasn't. It’s only 2:20 pm now. 

You quietly sigh as your boss, Mrs. Jeong, is definitely lurking around somewhere in the store. Thankfully this is only your part-time job. Working at *Tyche, a luxury clothing store was to supplement your income while teaching. Korea was not what you thought it would be. You could hear the words your best friend uttered to you a year ago, “Y/N, if you really want to travel and see the world, you could teach English abroad.” It was a great idea and you were surprised you didn’t even consider that yourself. 

*Tyche is the Greek deity for fortune and prosperity of a city. 

It had been really hard trying to find a job out of college. Even your internship working on political campaigns had not helped you get your foot in the door. It’s a competitive and cutthroat environment and if you were being honest with yourself, it burnt you out. So what did you do? You got a TEFL certificate so you could teach English in another country while you figured out exactly what you wanted to do. 

Seoul is beautiful. It’s bustling with college students, ex-pats, tourists, doctors, lawyers, and there is a cafe on every corner. Occasionally you see crowds of people flock to a famous actor or idol. It’s hard being away from home. Being in a country where the beauty standard is the opposite of what you look like has its challenges. You’re not thin, you don’t have perfect pale skin, or silky straight hair. Your skin glows with melanin, you have some curves, and your hair is coily. Most of the time you braid your own hair or wear wigs. It wasn’t uncommon for people to stare at you in public places, ask to take a picture with you, touch your hair, and ask you to teach them how to dance. Microaggressions with no ill-intent behind them, but if you think about it too much, it can be exhausting.

“Maybe it’s time to leave Seoul,” you thought. “I could try China. Last time I checked, Beijing or Guangzhou are looking for English teachers,” your thoughts continued. But you were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the front glass doors opening and people talking. You looked up and saw three men. One was very tall, had dyed brown hair, broad shoulders, and a big bright smile. The other guy had a silver blue mullet, color contacts to match, and earrings decorated his lobes. The third guy was very clean cut, dark hair perfectly in place, and he looked athletic. The third guy was laughing at something his friends said. He was dressed very well. They were all dressed very well. After all, this store is on Apgujeong Rodeo Street and most customers look very put together. All three of these men had jawlines that could cut glass. 

Your Korean has improved so much and you studied hard before coming here. It was one of the reasons you were hired and you are the only non-Korean employee. You smiled and spoke, “Hello! Welcome to the Galleria. Do you have an appointment with one of our stylists today?” All three men turned to stare at you and you felt like a deer in headlights. These men were really gorgeous.

 The one with the dark hair spoke,

 “Hello. Yes, I have an appointment with… I think her name is Yi-seo?” 

“Oh yes, Yi-seo is one of our most talented stylists,” You walked over to the counter to check Yi-Seo’s schedule on the tablet. The dark haired man followed you to the counter while the guy with the mullet looked around the store. The tall one with the light brown hair was fixated on you. Your face felt flush when you realized he was staring at you. You looked into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back.

“The appointment is for 2:30 pm, I’m a little early,” the dark haired one said, pulling you from your gaze.

“That’s okay. I just need to check you in. May I have your name please?”

“Park Jinyoung,” he replied. 

“Thank you Mr. Park,” you said as you tapped on the tablet confirming Mr. Park’s arrival. The confirmation immediately sent a notification to Yi-Seo to let her know that her client is here. You noticed that next to Jinyoung’s name there was a gold check mark. The gold check mark is reserved for very important clients, which means they get access to the private lounge for the duration of the appointment. These guys must be actors, idols, or even chaebols.

“You and your acquaintances can follow me to the private lounge,” The three men followed you and you could feel the tall one’s eyes on you.

“I am sorry. I haven't introduced myself to you. My name is Y/N and I will be your concierge for today. I will be assisting your stylist Yi-Seo as well.”

“Hi, I’m Yugyeom,” the tall one said with his big smile, “and this is BamBam,” he said as he pointed to the man with the silver blue mullet. BamBam quickly waved at you before turning his attention to the rest of the lounge. It’s a posh room, with red velvet furniture, gold chandeliers, and spotless glass tables. Byung-ho, the Tyche security guard is standing in the room as well. You bow to Byung-ho and then turn your attention back to your clients. 

One of the glass tables has 2 bottles of champagne sitting in an ice bucket and several glass flutes. “Can I offer you gentlemen a glass of champagne while you wait for Yi-Seo to arrive?” All three of them nodded their heads and BamBam enthusiastically said, “Yes, please!” and continued surveying the lounge.

You went to grab the bottle of champagne to pop it open, but Yugyeom quickly walked over to you and said,

 “Let me get that for you.”

“Oh it’s no problem Mr…?”

“Kim. and I don’t mind at all. These corks go flying in any and all directions. I’m good at aiming at them so they don’t hit anyone. And you can just call me Yuygeom.”

You’re very capable of opening a champagne bottle, after all it’s part of your job. But Yugyeom is right, they are unpredictable and the champagne flows out quickly. 

Pop!

“Whew!” a startled BamBam said. You quickly grab the champagne flutes and take the bottle from Yugyeom. When you went to grab the bottle, your hands briefly touched and you felt a flutter in your stomach, and it wasn’t because you went without lunch. You looked up to Yugyeom and his cheeks were a little pink. Did he feel that flutter too?

You filled the champagne flutes and gave the first one to Jinyoung, the second to BamBam, and the last one to Yugyeom.

“Thank you, Y/N,” they all said, overlapping each other.

“You’re not going to have a glass?” Yugyeom asked

“Oh no, I can't, I'm working. Also, it’s just for our special guests,” you replied

“Oh right. So we’re special guests?” Yugyeom asked cheekily.

“Well they have to be special guests if they get to wait in the lounge and drink champagne,” you thought to yourself.

“Of course,” you replied. Yugyeom knows damn well that he, Jinyoung, and BamBam are special guests. “Maybe he’s just humble," you thought to yourself.

“Well since you can’t have—,” Yugyeom was interrupted by Yi-seo entering the room.

Yi-seo introduced herself. She is the epitome of the Korean beauty standard. Thin, glass skin, plump pink lips, and she’s taller than the average Korean woman. She has shiny, long dark hair with curtain bangs that frame her face. Her parents gifted her double eye-lid surgery for passing her CSAT. She looked like she could be an idol trainee. 

Even though Yi-Seo was at a higher ranking than me at the store, we became friends right away. Plus we both don’t like our boss, Mrs. Jeong. She was the first coworker to ask me out for drinks and from there our friendship blossomed. 

Yi-seo insisted that Yugyeom and BamBam sit on the large red velvet couches while she tended to Jinyoung. Yi-seo pulled out a clothing rack for Jinyoung to begin trying on clothes. Just one of those shirts could cover 6 months rent, but luckily the teaching organization pays for the accommodations. While Jinyoung was trying on garments behind a curtain, Yi-seo signaled for you to entertain Yugyeom and BamBam.

You weren’t sure what to do. Normally you’re alongside Yi-Seo but it looks like we have to improvise, as we weren’t expecting two additional guests.

You began to walk over to the couches were Yugyeom and BamBam were sitting. Yugyeom was on the left larger couch and BamBam was across from him in the smaller couch. You noticed that Yuygeom was talking to BamBam, but looking at you. As you approached, their voices quieted and Yugyeom glanced away and cleared his throat. 

Was he nervous? Were they talking about you? No, they have way better things to talk about. But that was weird, right? 

“Hello, Mr. Kim and— sorry I didn’t get your last name,” you said, facing BamBam.

Yugyeom interjected, “Oh, you can call us both by our first names.”

Are they trying to get me fired?

“Is there anything else I can get for you? We have an in-house cafe that can prepare light fares.” You reached down to the coffee table that is situated between the two men, grabbed two menus, and handed them each one.

“I can give you both a few moments to look over the menu.”

“Thank you,” they said in unison.

You took this opportunity to go to the bathroom, retouch your make-up, and check your hair. It’s not that you’re a vain person, but the job requires all of us to look well put together. Clean, crisp, clothes. Spotless faces and hair tucked away. You gave yourself a once over after reapplying lip tint and decided that you look good, then headed back to the lounge. 

Yi-Seo was helping Jinyoung remove a jacket and placing it back on the rack. Yuygyeom was standing tall, pouring more champagne into BamBam’s flute, and then more for himself. From behind, you couldn’t help but to stare at his shoulders. They were perfectly symmetrical and for the first time ever, you realized just how attractive shoulders can be. 

You grabbed the store tablet, opened up the app to order from the cafe, and walked over to the two men. Yugyeom turned around when he sensed your presence. 

He smiled and said “Hey, you’re back.” His eyes were dark, yet happy and alluring. He looked like a labrador retriever.

“Yes, have you had time to look at the menu? Is there anything I can order for you?” you asked. 

“Yes, could we have three coffees, one plain croissant, and two chocolate croissants?” Yuygeom asked.

“Absolutely,” you replied as you entered their order on the tablet, “Anything else?”

“No thank you, we’re good,” replied BamBam. 

You hit send, saw the order number 747, placed the tablet down, and headed to the cafe to pick up their order. 

Entering the cafe, you could hear a few of the women who work in the cafe excitedly gossiping. You walked up to the food pick up area and saw Do-yun. 

“Hey Do-yun, I’m here for order number 747,” you affirmed,

“Y/N, is it true there are kpop idols in the VIP lounge?” Do-yun asked.

Kpop idols? So that’s who those guys are. You know, the one Jinyoung did kind of look familiar. 

You have to be discrete about work clients and Do-yun knows this. You could both get in a lot of trouble for not following the privacy policy.

“Do-yun, you KNOW I cannot talk to you about VIP clients,” you reply sternly. 

“Awwhh,” Do-yun replied in a disappointed, whiny tone.

“But,” you said, and Do-yun perks up at the conjunction.

“They’re very attractive. There’s no way they are *jikjang-in,” you completed your sentence with a smirk and see Do-yun light up. You quickly shoot her a ‘be-quiet’ look and grabbed the tray with the coffee and croissants Yugyeon, Jinyoung, and BamBam ordered, then walk-off. 

There’s no way men that beautiful are sitting behind a desk crunching numbers all day.

*A jikjang-in is the equivalent of an American or Japanese salaryman.

You walked back into the VIP lounge and saw only BamBam sitting on the couch. Yugyeom was in a corner speaking quietly on his phone and Byung-ho stands statue-like at his post. You gently placed the coffee and croissants on the table, along with napkins. You glance up and see Yi-Seo is finishing up with Jinyoung. She places his items in a large bag with the Tyche logo, bows, and leaves the lounge. Jinyoung returns the bow and then walks over to BamBam to join him on the couch. Yuygyeom notices and quickly ends his phone call before heading back to the couch as well.

Since Yi-seo is all done with Jinyoung, that is your cue to leave. 

“It has been a pleasure to assist the three of you today. Is there anything else I can do for you?” you asked as you scan their faces. My God, they really are gorgeous. BamBam and Jinyoung smiled and glanced at Yugyeom, who looked nervous as he opened his mouth. No words came out and he began stammering. 

“What he means is thank you, Y/N. You made us feel very welcome,” BamBam interjected.

You bowed, turned on your heels, and began walking towards the VIP lounge door. It was time to get back to the retail floor. With your hand on the door knob, you heard, “Y/N, do you have a minute?” You turned around to see Yugyeom jumping out of his seat and rushing over to you.

Oh no, what is going on? Did I mess up their order? It was two chocolate croissants and one plain croissant with three coffees. Or what is one chocolate croissant and two plain?

Yugyeom was towering over you like a statue of a Greek God. He had taken his jacket off and he was wearing a sleeveless V-neck shirt. His muscles were showing and you could see that he had a few tattoos up and down his arms. 

Yugyeom ran his hands through his fluffy hair and opened his mouth. He was silent for a moment and then his eyes met yours. “Since you couldn’t enjoy the champagne with me, I was wondering… would you like to go out for a drink with me tonight?”

Chapter 2 coming soon

[onethverse]

I just noticed there's a LoZ OC community on here hi!! I would love to introduce you to my ocs.

My main two are Ark and Sabel. Living through the chaos of Calamity and Upheaval times, when they meet they create more chaos. Ark is an aspiring hero who idolizes Link, hence her mullet. Sabel is a fool with a sole interest in fairies; kinda funny and kinda sad. He has powers.

She's reading Scum Villain's Self-Saving System.

Sabel art by z/hampzter :3 More OCs and fanart below readmore

(credit:z) Seyches is a Gerudo dude, a playwright doing research for his opus, a history of Gerudo kings. Not an actual warrior, the jeweled scabbard he wears is for decoration. He's friends with Sabel's adoptive father, Domri.

(credit: saturnz barz & akira kakariko) Uta is butler and bodyguard to the tycoon Domri. A fellow student of Ark's teacher, Irin of the Sheikah, she has a strong desire to protect and a distaste for senseless violence.

(credit: 0InkyBoi0w0TheFurry0 & akira kakariko) Kukri, the River Zora Royal Guard. He devotedly serves the Princess, defending her against all threats, Hylians most of all. He wields spears, kukris, and fireballs. buff fish.

(credit: badking & illoganatii) more sabel and ark pix :3

[fairyhaos]

That black and white mullet in Vernon has me choking on air AND that expression he's so cute and endearing and he's not even aware of how much he ruins my life he's always been like this for me I'm just here living my life as a boosadan and suddenly he's like NOPE :)))))))

Also can I add that he has the absolute prettiest name like what do you mean your name is Hansol ?????? Sol lit means 'sun' in Spanish and it always reminds me of that anyway did I write all of this just because of that gif the answer is yes

- 🍒

REALLLL literally like WHY does he look so cutie patootie coded?????

what was the reason to be so adorable. also help why does the vernon bias wrecking sound so real for a boosadan tho HAHAHA the vernon effect is Real and neither the stan not the idol can escape it ☝

also yes hansol is just soooo pretty to say :(( the comparison to sol and soleil is just GORGEOUS and just. hansol is so very golden not-quite sunset coloured skies coded u kno

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

KOREA HAS A PROBLEM I mean they have several problems like every country I guess but they have a very specific issue with the haircuts, what the fuck is going on? I don't remember the last time I saw a male idol and I thought, "yes this is a 10/10 styling, I wouldn't change a thing", I mean, for example, I do love taemin's natural hair right now but the last time I saw him on a schedule (I think at KCON?) his hairdo made him look like he was lost in the lights and not in a good way. Worst thing is that taeyong and ten had the exact same hairstyle AND NONE OF THEM LOOK GOOD. NONE. Do every single one of them have to hop on the ugliest trend possible? Is it illegal not to do so? Do the stylist get punished backstage if they try something that's not trendy at the moment? Jimin has been carrying that haircut for months now, boy do you really like it that much? And I don't even know what's that JK has going on at this point. And speaking of jimin... I don't know what to say anymore, whoever styles him for dior and tiffany... what are they even doing? Do they see how cunty the man is and then proceed to give him the blandest outfit possible? Maybe pjms should hire a private investigator to see if there's someone from tedros' team behind all of this trying to sabotage jimin and make tedros look like he's outcunting jimin

Careful anon, you don't want to spread unfounded rumos about Tedros and some possible evil scheme.

Unfortunately, we are living in the era of mullets again and we just have to power through. I'm all here for recycling trends from the past, intertextuality, but some things need to disappear completely or become a distant, painful memory. Like the mullet.

Why is it back? Why? 😭 Taemin's hairstyle wasn't even that bad at KCon. I'd say it was among the "best", if such a term would apply in this context. I just need it to be over. I had hopes of the Dora haircut at least to become a trend, particularly how JK looked for the CK ads, but no, they want fucking mullets. I do hate them with a passion, in case it wasn't obvious already.

As for Jimin, I'm not gonna complain too much about how he's styled for Tiffany because it's not half bad. And the Dior suit he wore in April at the store opening may have been a simple look, but he looked good (the lack of shirt helped).

I think we need to understand/accept that as an ambassador, his job is to represent the brand and show off the clothes. It doesn't matter that it doesn't represent him. Just look at Tedros and what he's dressed like with Celine items. It's the same. What I don't understand, and perhaps it's my lack of knowledge, it's why the stylists don't get more creative? Jimin's outfit today was the exact one from the runway. From head to toe (I think). Is that how it's supposed to be? They can't take items from the entire latest collection and see what item goes with another to create an new outfit, all made out of Dior pieces?

[vampvelvet]

actually idk how much this has been talked about but the american school social dynamics changed SO much after i came back from lockdown. i dont know if it was just me and the grade i was in and when i started presenting more gnc, but its at least partially got something to do with trump and right wing extremism. half the cis boys came back with mullets and blue lives matter flag apparel and a vocal, violent, newfound patriotism that wasnt nearly as present before.

before then, nobody said shit about me not standing for the pledge of allegiance, in fact many people often didnt cause they just didnt care. but suddenly more people started up again and harrassing those who didnt, forcing those who didnt want to get trash thrown at them to just stand, or even just find reasons to leave the room every time.

the harrassment against queer people became so much worse (as far as i cpuld tell) especially trans people. a lot of people had the sentiment of "idc if youre gay or ehatever just dont be one of those freaks [trans people]"

a lot of men at the time were practically worshipping alt right podcasters and misogynistic idols like andrew tate

i dont know. it was a scary time to be in high school. because theres these teenagers with strong strong hatred but who arent held to the legal standards of adults and so therefore are allowed to just keep going and going until it crosses some line. im glad im not in high school anymore but i fear for those who are

not to mention a lot of people i knew were kind of forced into online/alternative schooling bc of the bullying, pushing them into the shadows of society bc theyre not accepted where everyone else is. admittedly its a lot better than any alternative from before online schooling was widely available, like dropping out or dying. thats just at my school tho idk what its like elsewhere.

students deserve to be safe

[hamilando]

ੈ✩‧₊ Google it ੈ✩‧₊

Pairing : Choi Seungcheol x Female reader 

Words : 0.9k

Genre : Fluff, Idol au, Hospital au

TW : Mentions of drunk car accident

Music: What is love by Twice

A/N : Got inspired by the latest controversy around Seungcheol’s military service. Let the poor guy live! He is trying his best to hide the pain from his fans! The least we can do is be understanding !

Y/N sighed, letting the nurse do her thing. It had become a routine for her over the last 3 weeks, she would come, initiate a little chat and then leave to attend to other patients. Getting into a car accident had not been in her bucket list, and on top getting rammed by a drunk driver on New Year's Eve. Somehow she only managed to came out with a broken femur and tibia, which technically means a whole broken left leg, which now led to her being on bed rest for the past 3 weeks. 

With the boredom being too much to handle, she was scrolling away time on Netflix, looking for a new series to watch when the doctor, Dr. Satur, entered probably for the daily questioning of does her leg hurt which undeniably did. 

"Hey Champ, no asking questions about your pain today."

She chuckled, "Don't tell me you are here to chit-chat with me then."

"Just here as a deliveryman. You will be starting physical rehabilitation from the evening. You need to put those legs in use."

"Sure doc, the right leg does feel left out, need to break it as well."

"Well, I don't know if I should be happy that I will be earning more or concerned that you are having such thoughts and need to be put with a psychiatrist ."

"The ethics is thrown away for the money Mr. Satur?"

The doctor just patted the quilt and walked out, knowing talking her would lead to him just digging his own grave. 

The past three weeks had been filled with misery ,yet the idea of leaving the confines of her room scared her in some way. She had  grown accustomed to speaking very little,  finding comfort in solitude.

When next morning she was wheelchaired to the rehabilitation room, she was excited and to much of her surprise, there were many securities. "Dr. Satur, am I that special that you had to bring so many bodyguards?"

The doctor gave a light chuckle and responded,"There is some celeb taking rehab for a knee injury."

Y/N jerked her head around to face the doctor and asked, "Please tell me it's Song Kang, my pookie bear, the husband of my kids ."

"Your pookie bear is not here, and why do you want him to get injured?"

"He is a demon, he will heal pretty soon." Y/N tried to reply while sounding serious but ultimately failed in doing so, making the doctor laugh along as well.

"We are here, please behave Y/N." The doctor said while handing over the wheelchair handles to the nurse.

"I always do." She replied while being rolled away to her rehab station. The nurse stopped at the waiting room and told Y/N that she would have to wait for sometime while she gets her plan sorted. 'Waiting should be my middle name by now.' She thought as the nurse went away to the administration room.

"First time?" Y/N turned around to see a guy sitting on the wheelchair, with his leg propped up. He had shaggy black hair in a mullet with doe like eyes which definitely made him attractive.

"Yeah, your too ?"

The guy shook his head, and simply put up 4 fingers. "Busted my ACL pretty good."

"Bike accident ?"

"No, well practising."

"Well I busted my leg too, car accident , typical drunk driver."

"I am sorry to hear that ."

"Don't be Mr.?"

"Seungcheol."

"Y/N".

"Seungcheol were you preparing for the civil war? Busting up your ACL while practising is new ."

"I could be an athlete, you know?"

Y/N pointed at his body, "By the looks of you, you don't have that athlete figure."

Seungcheol scoffed, "I am offended Miss Y/N."

"Truth hurts my dear friend ."

"We are friends now ?"

"Yes my dear Seugcheol, so now tell me the real reason, wait- DID YOU TEAR YOUR ACL TO ESCAPE MILIATRY !? OH MY GAWD" 

Seugcheol couldn't believe what the girl in front of him said and burst out laughing. "You really think I went to such extreme just to escape 18 months of training ?"

"Well duh."

He just smiled and replied," You are wrong my dear friend ."

"Are you some mafia boss? Got shot in the knee ?"

"You are one of those booktok girls?"

Y/N was genuinely shocked by a guy knowing what's booktok. 

"You know booktok?"

"My ex was obsessed with those smutty books, got her a book bouquet for her birthday, broke up with me the next day."

Seungcheol saw Y/N's curious eyes and before she decided to ask any further questions, 

"She cheated."

Y/N stared at the guy in front of her, jaw wide open, "ON YOU !? A GORGEOUS, HANDSOME, TALENTED GUY LIKE YOU !?"

"Thanks for the compliments but yes, she did."

"She was so dumb-"

Before she could complete her ongoing compliment shower, one of the bodyguards entered the room and presumably called the guy sitting next to her 

"Mr. Choi, the doctors are here."

He nodded and turned to the girl beside him,

"It was nice meeting you Y/N."

"Wait, are you some celeb or something?"

The guy just smirked and the bodyguard  proceeded to wheel him out. But before exiting the room, he replied,

"I don't know, Google it ."

Y/N was again left all alone, with one task in her mind,

‘Google the name Choi Seungcheol’

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