#Jay 🌸

[innerworlds-imagined]

Advanced Nature / Cottagecore Headspace Pack

The Cottage

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The interior of the cottage, surrounded by only the most beautiful of Mother Nature's work, is nothing less than cozy and warm.

The Bedrooms

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The bedrooms, if you will, could be little holes in the walls in a way. The cottage, being built around a rather large tree, would allow for this opportunity. Rounded out cubby spaces inside of the trunk of this large tree would allow for a space to truly call your own. Curling up in a sweet space that headmates could decorate to their liking and add their own touches and personalities to may allow for them to all be in a shared space while also allowing them their own spaces congruently. We feel this would especially be an efficient way of pleasing younger headmates. Of course, if other headmates needed more space, there's no saying a more simple set-up couldn't be applied - such as a loft bed or a typical bed on the ground. These varying set-ups could be combined to fit headmates' likings.

The Library

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Additionally, if one may need some down-time or a general hang-out space, a cozy library may be the answer. A soft place to lounge in a comfortable nook surrounded by warm lighting and books galoure? What a relaxing place to be. Add a few rocking chairs in front of a toasty open fireplace for acivities like knitting, crocheting, reading, or generally hanging out, and it'll become ten times better.

Kitchen & Dining

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A tidy and well-kept kitchen will also benefit the space. To accompany the already warm and cozy vibes of this space, hardy, homecooked meals are going to top off this feel. Imagine headmates gathering together in a nice, outdoor table setting surrounded by fresh air, soft chirps of birds, and the rustling of leaves in the trees above. The sun's rays can be seen and felt breaking through the openings between leaves in the trees that loom above. While yes, this spot could be used as a place to have meals, it could also be used as a place to hold meetings.

Meeting Place

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On the topic of holding meetings, we might also suggest the use of a sort of gazebo for council meetings among headmates. Again, with some warm lights of lanterns hanging about and cushioned seating circumferencing the gazebo, this would make for a nice place to hold any meetings that your headmates may initiate. It provides a safe and secure place for everyone to easily gather and discuss what's needed. With a plentiful garden right outside the gazebo, we couldn't think of a better place to have these meets.

The Bath

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Just as a little bonus, we thought it would be nice to add a large, warm, open bath of sorts. It could even be a hot tub, if you really wanted it to go along with the vibes. A steaming soak awaiting headmates who may want or need some comfort and relaxation aside from previously mentioned activities may be quite a hit.

The Outdoors

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Last but not least, we offer you a wide and open outdoor space. As you step outside the cottage, you're immediately met with the sun's bright, warm rays shining down on you. The air is fresh and crisp, a light breeze blowing through that could brush against one's body. The temperature is perfectly to your liking.

Greenery is spread around - a field of wildflowers visible in the distance as well as a tree nearby that has a swing or two hanging from it. This would allow for any play that may be initiated by littles or elsewise.

In the back, there's the sound of a stream trickling through. The water is a bit chilled, but naturally so. A gorgeous outdoor space to spend some time away from an indoor setting and out in the open.

Divider Credits: @brekkersource, @strangergraphics, and @elleisdesigning

[rodrickmakesmewetter]

RIRI DO YOU HAVE ANY OLD EDITS FROM LEX CAUSE KIMMY JUST TOLD ME SHE USED TO BE AN EDITOR

YES I DO !!! joe keery is her man btw

(don't even try looking up the @ cause she deleted the channel 😭)

CREDITS TO @bamieysz

[shyoko]

Omg hey this is the person who requested the ot7 angsty angst and OMG IT WAS SO GOOD, I love your writing and ugh this angst was 5 stars, simple and absolutely delicious. I don’t want to push but I’d love a part two, cause I love love love angst so much - 🌸

☆Getting in a figth with ENHYPEN -PT2.☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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A/n:  Yay! I'm so happy that you liked it, I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you like this one too, love u 🩷 It was really funny seeing everyone suffer in the last one lol, so here’s this so you won’t suffer anymore. Love you all so much 🩷

✦ Part 1 ✦𓂃 

Heeseung☆

You parked the car in front of the house, your heart in knots. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to leave, to take your things and find refuge somewhere else, far away from everything… far away from him. But even if you tried to run, the sharp pain was still there, consuming you.

You had twenty missed calls. His words still echoed in your mind like sharp blades.

You thought about him. You thought about the two of you. But if you wanted this to work, you had to walk away. You needed to know if he truly loved you, if he would come after you…

With a shaky sigh, you pulled the keys from your pocket and opened the door. The house was completely silent. Or so you thought, until a subtle sound reached your ears: ragged breathing, small muffled sobs coming from the living room.

Your chest tightened at the sight.

Heeseung was lying on the couch, holding his phone in his hand, fast asleep. Even in his dreams, tears kept slipping down his cheeks, tracing the path of his sorrow.

Your resolve wavered. How could you leave after seeing him like this? You hated seeing him suffer.

Without thinking, you carefully approached and knelt beside him. Gently, you slid your fingers across his face, wiping away his tears. That was when his hand moved instinctively, catching yours between his fingers.

At the touch, Heeseung furrowed his brows and blinked, his tired eyes meeting yours.

“Baby! Are you okay? I missed you so much… Will you forgive me? Please?” His voice was trembling, full of desperation. “Baby, I promi—”

The words were cut off when he suddenly sat up and wrapped you in a desperate embrace, as if he was afraid you’d disappear at any moment.

When you pulled away from him, a shiver ran down your spine. His warmth was your refuge, and being away from him felt like a punishment.

“I came to get my things,” you murmured firmly as you stood up.

“N-no, baby… let’s talk, please?”

Heeseung took your wrist and, with a gentle tug, pulled you back into his arms. This time, he didn’t let you go.

He loosened his embrace just enough to cup your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“I’ve been an idiot. A complete idiot,” he whispered seriously. “And, God, I can’t live without you. You’ll never understand how much I love you.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply as he watched a single tear slide down your cheek.

“I wish I could be with you in this life… in the next… and the next and the ne—”

You covered his mouth with your hand, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, yes, I get it.”

A smile appeared on both of your faces.

“Can you yell at me and call me an idiot? That would make me feel better.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re an idiot… but I love you so much.”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he was afraid of losing you again. Without warning, he lifted you and laid you down on the couch, curling up on top of you, resting his head on your chest.

Your heart was racing, and he heard it with a satisfied smile.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice full of sweetness.

He closed his eyes, holding onto you as if you were his only peace.

And maybe, just maybe, you were.

jay☆

Days had passed since that argument with Jay.

Every morning, without fail, a message from him would arrive. "Good morning, love." "I love you." "I miss you." Always with the same tenderness, the same patience. He reminded you that, even though he understood you needed time, he would still be there… waiting.

And you missed him.

Every day, the temptation to reply grew stronger. You wanted to text him so many times, to tell him how much you loved him, how much you needed him… but you held back. You didn’t want to go back to the same cycle. There were still too many doubts in your mind.

As you were cooking, the sound of your phone interrupted your thoughts.

"Can I come over? I need to see you."

A second later, another notification.

"Please, baby."

Your chest warmed instantly. You wanted him close. You needed him. But then, the questions came.

What if everything went back to the way it was? What if nothing changed? What if he didn’t feel the same anymore?

Your phone vibrated again.

"I know you need time, I really do… but I can’t take it anymore. It’s been a week, and I feel like I’m going to die. Please, let me see you. Kiss you. Hold you. Say yes, please."

You couldn’t resist anymore. All the anger, the doubts, the distance—they crumbled all at once.

"Okay."

A simple response, no complications. But behind those two words was a desperate truth: you wanted him back. You wanted his hugs, his kisses. You wanted him.

The distance between his house and yours had never felt so short.

The doorbell rang impatiently.

You took a deep breath before turning the knob and opening the door.

And there he was. Jay.

His face uneasy, his hands trembling, and in them, a bouquet of flowers. Not just any bouquet, but one filled with all the flowers you had once mentioned you liked.

Your lips parted in surprise.

"You didn’t have to do this."

But before you could say anything else, Jay set the flowers aside and took your face in his hands.

And he kissed you.

Desperately. Longingly. Lovingly.

"I missed you too much."

He hadn’t even stepped inside your house. He didn’t care. He just needed you. Always. At any moment. Because to him, you would always be the most important thing.

He had been a fool.

But he was your fool.

And he always would be.

Jake☆

You had only been away from Jake for a few hours, but the argument still weighed heavily on your chest. Every word, every look, every second where everything felt like it was about to break kept replaying in your mind.

You were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when your phone vibrated.

A message from Jake.

You sighed, debating whether to open it or not, but in the end, curiosity won.

It was a photo.

In the picture, Jake and Layla were on the couch together. Jake had a sad expression, his lips slightly pouting, and Layla, lying next to him, looked at the camera with the sweetest eyes in the world.

Along with the photo, a message:

"Layla says her parents need to make up because she doesn’t want to live in a broken home 😭💔"

You couldn’t help but smile a little.

Before you could respond, another message popped up.

"She also says she misses you so much… and that her dad has been unbearable since you left, so please come back for everyone's sake 🥺🙏"

You shook your head, feeling something warm spread through your chest.

And then, one last message.

"Okay, actually, I said that… but she definitely thinks it… I think. 🐶💕"

That was it. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

You grabbed your things and went back to his place.

When you arrived, Jake opened the door in a second, as if he had been waiting right behind it.

"You came back?" —his eyes shone with relief.

Before you could say anything, Layla jumped on you, wagging her tail like crazy and covering you in kisses.

"See? I told you, Layla really missed you."

"Uh-huh, sure… Layla…" —you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

Jake chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay, fine. Me too. A lot. Too much." —His expression softened as he looked at you with pure adoration— "I’m really sorry. I don’t ever want to fight like that again. You’re the best thing I have."

You took a deep breath, trying to stay firm, but… how could you stay mad at him when he looked at you like that?

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"You’re an idiot."

"I know."

"But I love you."

Before you could say anything else, Jake pulled you into his arms, hugging you so tightly you almost lost your breath.

"Agh, Jake, you’re gonna break my ribs!"

"Oops, sorry, I’m just so happy." —He kissed your forehead multiple times— "Never leave again, okay? Layla and I can’t handle it."

"Alright… but on one condition."

"Anything."

"Next time, use Layla from the start. I can’t resist that face."

Jake laughed, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Deal."

Sunghoon☆

You hadn’t spoken to Sunghoon in days. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but after the argument, you were waiting for him to take the first step. However, the silence between you only grew longer, heavier.

Your friends, tired of seeing you sigh over him without doing anything about it, dragged you to a party.

"It’ll be good for you to take your mind off things. Stop thinking about him."

You tried… until a guy who clearly didn’t understand the meaning of “I’m not interested” decided to be too persistent.

"Come on, just one drink. I don’t bite." "No, thanks." "Just one, I promise you’ll have a good time."

You rolled your eyes, taking a step back, but he stepped forward again, blocking your way.

"Is it really that hard to accept an invitation?" "As hard as understanding that I DON'T WANT TO."

Before the guy could respond, a cold, firm voice interrupted the conversation.

"Is there a problem here?"

The world seemed to stop when you turned your head and saw Sunghoon standing there, jaw clenched, his eyes burning with restrained fury.

"And who the hell are you?" the guy spat, annoyed.

"Her boyfriend." Sunghoon took a step forward, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest. "So I’d appreciate it if you stepped back before this ends badly."

The guy frowned, looking at you and then at him, but finally clicked his tongue and walked away, muttering something under his breath.

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon asked, looking down at you.

You didn’t answer.

Not because you didn’t want to, but because you were still too stunned.

Sunghoon sighed and gently took your hand.

"Let’s go. I don’t want you staying here."

You didn’t argue.

You left the party in silence, and he led you to his car. The moment he closed the door, a different kind of tension filled the air. Sunghoon ran a hand over his face, as if trying to calm himself, then turned to you.

"How did you know I was here?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Sunghoon looked away for a second, as if debating whether to answer, but in the end, he sighed.

"I’ve been asking your friends about you every day. I wanted to know if you were okay… if you hated me… if you wanted to talk to me. And today, they told me you were here, so I came."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"Did you really do that?"

"Of course. How could I not worry about you?" —Sunghoon looked at you with those deep, emotion-filled eyes that always made you melt— "I miss you. So much."

His gaze dropped to your lips, and before you could process it, his hands framed your face, and his lips crashed onto yours in a desperate kiss, full of everything he hadn’t been able to say in days.

"I missed you." —He murmured against your lips, pressing soft kisses between each word— "I missed you so much."

Your heart pounded like crazy, but you didn’t pull away.

"Me too."

Sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

"I’m sorry. I was an idiot. I promise it won’t happen again."

"It better not." —You sighed, playing with the strands of his hair.

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Mmm… depends."

"On what?"

"On how many more kisses you’re willing to give me to make up for it."

Sunghoon smirked before leaning in again.

"As many as you want, princess."

Sunoo☆

Since you heard those words, a knot had settled in your chest.

"Yeah, I love her, but sometimes she’s a bit too much and just too..."

You hadn’t wanted to hear the rest. It hurt. And that’s why you had been ignoring his calls and messages for days, trying to keep your distance.

But Sunoo didn’t give up.

Your phone vibrated again, and this time, without thinking too much, you answered.

"What do you want, Sunoo?"

"To talk to you. To explain myself."

His voice sounded different, more serious than usual. You sighed, saying nothing.

"I didn’t mean it like that. I was joking around with Ni-ki, and I said it without thinking. But I wasn’t serious, you know that, right?"

"I don’t know, Sunoo," you admitted honestly. "Is that what you really think of me? That I’m too much?"

There was silence, followed by a deep sigh.

"If being ‘too much’ means that you take care of me, that you’re always looking out for me, and that you shower me with love, then yes, you are. But I love that about you. I don’t want you to change."

You lowered your gaze, biting your lip.

"I’m coming over."

"You don’t have to…"

“Yes, I do. Wait for me."

It was nighttime when the doorbell rang. When you opened the door, Sunoo was standing there, his brows furrowed and lips pressed together, as if he was holding something back.

"I don’t want you to go to sleep thinking I don’t love you."

His tone was firm, sincere. He stepped closer, not breaking eye contact.

"You are the most important person in my life. And if I ever made you think otherwise, I’m sorry."

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

He sighed and, carefully, took your hand.

"Can we fix this? I don’t want to be apart over something stupid I said without thinking."

You squeezed his fingers slightly. You couldn’t stay mad at him.

"Only if you promise to think before you speak next time."

Sunoo let out a small laugh and nodded.

"I promise."

A sigh escaped your lips before you let yourself fall into his arms, feeling his body relax instantly.

"I’m glad you’re not too proud."

"And I’m glad you’re too persistent."

"I guess we make a good team."

You both laughed softly, letting the tension slowly fade away.

"I don’t want to leave tonight," Sunoo murmured into your hair. "Let me stay with you."

You didn’t answer, just took his wrist and led him to your room. He climbed into bed with you, wrapping you in his arms as if he was afraid you’d slip away again.

"Sleep, love," he whispered, gently stroking your back. "I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere."

You closed your eyes, feeling his breathing fall in sync with yours. It didn’t matter what had happened before. Right now, you were together, and that was all that mattered.

Jungwon☆

You locked yourself in the room, crossing your arms as your heart pounded in your chest. You didn’t want to keep arguing.

Outside, Jungwon let out a heavy sigh.

"Baby, please open the door. I don’t want to keep fighting."

"Go away, Jungwon."

"You know I’m not going to do that."

You heard him turn the doorknob, trying to open it. Quickly, you leaned against the door to stop him.

"Let me in."

"No."

"I’m coming in anyway."

"No, you’re not."

But he did.

Jungwon pushed harder than he intended, and before you could react, the door swung open and hit you on the head.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed as he saw you wince and press a hand to your forehead. "Baby, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… come here."

Before you could protest, he took your hand and led you to the bed.

"Let me see." He gently moved your hand away to inspect your forehead. "God… I’m a mess."

He sat beside you, running his fingers through your hair tenderly, pressing soft kisses on the spot where he had accidentally hit you.

"I feel awful. Really, forgive me."

"You didn’t mean to…" you mumbled, feeling how the warmth of his touch melted away any lingering anger.

"Still… Do you want me to get you some ice? Or chocolate? Or both?"

"Maybe both."

"Whatever my princess wants." He smiled, kissing your forehead again.

For a few seconds, silence filled the room until, without meaning to, a small laugh escaped your lips.

"What’s so funny?" Jungwon asked, amused.

"That you literally almost knocked me out with the door."

Now it was his turn to laugh.

"I know, I know. I’m the worst."

"A little bit."

"But you still love me, right?"

"Maybe…" you teased.

"Hey!"

Both of you burst into laughter, and without thinking much about it, you let yourself fall onto his chest. Jungwon wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly, as if that could somehow make up for the accidental hit.

"Don’t lock yourself away from me again," he whispered, stroking your back. "If we fight, I want to fix things together. I don’t want any distance between us."

"I promise."

"Good."

Jungwon let out a relieved sigh and pressed one last kiss to the top of your head while you closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

Ni-ki☆

It had only been a few minutes since you left, but the weight of his words was already unbearable for Ni-ki. His heart pounded as he stared at the door, drowning in regret.

Without thinking twice, he ran after you. He didn’t care that his friends were watching or that the cold night air stung his skin. He just needed to find you.

It didn’t take long for him to catch up. You had stopped on the sidewalk, taking deep breaths to keep the tears from falling. When you heard his hurried footsteps behind you, you clenched your fists.

"Leave me alone, Ni-ki." You said without looking at him.

But he didn’t.

"I can’t."

His voice sounded different. The frustration from before was gone, replaced by desperation and sadness.

"Please, look at me."

You shook your head, but when you felt his trembling hand take yours, it was impossible to ignore him. His dark eyes were filled with regret, and his breathing was unsteady.

"What I said was awful." His voice was shaky. "But I have never, ever, been ashamed of being with you. How could I? You’re the best thing in my life."

You lowered your gaze, feeling your anger begin to crumble.

"Then why did you say it?" You whispered.

Ni-ki bit his lip, his other hand rising to gently cup your cheek.

"Because I’m an idiot who speaks without thinking when I’m upset. But I swear, I didn’t mean it."

A moment of silence passed between you before he sighed and rested his forehead against yours.

"You’re everything to me, okay? If you leave, I’ll go crazy."

You couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh, but your body instinctively relaxed against his. Ni-ki noticed and smiled slightly.

"I know you’re still mad, so you can punish me however you want."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Hit me, insult me, tell me I’m an immature kid…"

"You already know that."

"Hey!"

Finally, a small smile escaped your lips, and Ni-ki took it as his personal victory.

"I made you smile. That means I still have hope."

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away when he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I know."

"So… can I come back home with you?"

"Only if you buy me something to eat on the way."

Ni-ki laughed against your skin and took your hand firmly, making sure you wouldn’t walk away again.

"Anything you want, my love."

Do you feel better after the second part? lol I hope you do (even I got mad at them while writing the first one HAHAHA)

[rodrickmakesmewetter]

she’s had that for awhile 😭😭

HELLOOOO? SINCE WHEN DID LEX HAVE A STATS.FM @z5mbiegrlz @al3xisrockstrs @rodrickmakesmewetter

[kpop-s-akura]

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[artjitzu]

rise and shine!

[waterloggedmochi]

[He sees dani come in with a woman, her had is in the new-comers hand and she smiles once she spots them]

Oh! Hazel! Meet my child.

@flowers-and-veils

Hi!! :D

[gardenwons]

Filo conyo! enha hyung line (maybe sfw for maknae line only if u are comfy w it) like i need all of them as conyo kids. (Jake is ateneo, Jay is lasalle... ARGUE W ME ON THIS!!)

Also can i be 🎀/🌸/🍒 anon??

AYAN NANAMAN KAYOOO 🤭🥰🥰🥰

heeseung isko ng bayannn lets go! I cant w him 😭 puta literal campus crush. Everyone KNOWS this mfer, kahit papasok palang mga freshies alam agad nila kung sino ung hot na senior 😔🤭 Super shy despite the popularity, he shoots his chances w women he genuinely likes naman. Although acads is a big hindrance whenever pursuing someone— seung would always hit you with the “its not you, its me” bc ayaw niya pa naman bumagsak ng tuluyan (both w grades and you)

Jay as a lozol kid, he fits right in. Kinda the trend setter in campus na IT boy na cold na maingay sa hallway biglang sisigaw. Super gentleman, Chivalry never died w this man. Known to be loyal (long term relationship fr) kinda type!! Would always be that guy you’d see driving as his mode of transpo to school. Tapos dad polo shirts every other day talaga, anak ni henry sy ung palaging tinutukso sakanya 🤪

jake admu! my lil stem boy 🥺 brains and beauty ang atake. APPLIED PHYSICS ANG COURSE PLS ang hot ayoko na. Maharot pero usually siya nasasaktan sa mga kaharutan niya 😭 palaging nagmumukmok pag failed ang situationships. Truly a hopeless romantic, tipong maghihintay sa library to see if may girl na he’d fall in love at first sight with. Madaling kausapin, leader ng org nila and loves socializing, super conyo and super okay with it.

sunghoon ust idc idc loves ghosting ppl bc he seems too preoccupied w/ studies + panglipas oras mga flirty chats niya jusko. Overall he’s a sweet guy,, talagang wag lang muna landiin if hindi niya pa kayang seryosohin my god. i cant see him as an athlete pero bakit nursing talaga or dentistry AHSHHS POGI SO MUCH.

All of them became friends through mutual connections and would often see them before or after exams in bars either sa pobla or bgc 🤭 asar v much whenever one of them brings their gf (pero sa totoo inggit lang sila)

next time na maknae line 🫶🏻 kinikilig ako asan na ba jake ko from ateneo ano ba yan >:(( TYSM anon ily namiss ko filo moots💓 ay omg nsfw ba dapat to natuwa ako just imagining them as students 😭 sige sige next time fr nsfw na HSHDHSH

[rodrickmakesmewetter]

JAY HELP WHY DID SHE SUDDENLY START SINGING 😭😭

gyus i think im ducking duink

[polarisjisung]

when I get myself a car I will name it jisung so I can park jisung

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no words for this one 😭

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⋆¸*ೃ Bittersweet

— pairings: various ninjago x female/runaway/slightly depressed reader

Summary: you run away from your abusive and controlling parents, only to almost be killed in the middle of nowhere. mysteriously miraculously you manage to avoid them alive, and stumble upon two amazing siblings who save your life. Additional warnings: very small depictions of sa, depictions of blood. Words: 4k

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Chapter 1: Saved

[Name] ran. Trails of tears down her cheeks as her steps became more and more weak, heavy breathing escaping her gritted teeth. As she looked behind her, the ground disappeared for a moment as she lost her balance, falling sharply on the dirt below her. 

The steps behind her became closer and closer. Her eyes widened as her veins filled with terror. They were behind her. She could see their frame from the shadow in front of her. Hearing mischievous laughs, she turned her head around -- something she immediately regretted. 

A group of men were looking at her up and down, not taking their eyes off her. At first, [Name] tried to ignore it, as she was simply walking around Ninjago city. There wasn't any possibility people would follow her there, right? How naive she was. And now she had to pay for her stupidity. After [Name] made her way outside of the city, in the middle of nowhere, she felt her heart sink when she realized they were in fact following her. 

Without no other option, she ran. There wasn't any certainty she would even reach a place to hide. She was in the middle of nowhere, after all. To her luck, [Name] noticed a village ahead. But before she could even reach it, she tripped. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

The men only rambled to each other, deciding who would go first and laughing without paying any mind to [Name]'s terror. Instead they kicked her on the stomach. Hard. She choked out in pain, the oxygen leaving her lungs, not even giving her the second to resist. Hauling at her, each grabbed a limb. 

[Name] writhed and struggled, failing under their grasp, trying to bite any hands to somehow let herself free. Their grasp only tightened, and she let out a cry. As one guy hovered over her he grabbed her face, bringing it close. 

"Just stay still, bitch. Unless you want this to end up much much worse." 

Tears filling her round eyes, her body went into fight-or-flight mode. Her right leg slipped out of the guy's hold, kicking the man in front of her in the face. Grunting he stumbled backwards. He wiped his hand on his nose, revealing a train of blood on his fingers. Gritting his teeth he gave [Name] a fiery glare. 

"I see you want to do this the hard way." 

He grabbed a pocket knife out of his pocket, and as [Name] was about to kick him again, he managed to land a cut on her. She let out a cry, shutting her eyes. The man grabbed her by the hair, bringing the pocket knife close to her neck. 

"That's what you get for fucking kicking me in the face," he hissed. 

[Name] took this opportunity and headbutted him in the forehead. Bad idea. She now had a massive headache and felt her mind becoming hazy. 

"Augh- Fucking bitch!" The man had enough, and slit the knife to [Name]'s hip. She screamed, as the pain ran throughout her whole body. 

She layed on the ground, her lazy eyes gazing at the full moon. Oh, how pretty it looked. The pain seemed to vanish and she only felt a warm sensation. She didn't care about anything anymore. She gave one last glance at the familiar moon, before her eyelids gave in. 

 

   When she woke up she was greeted with a wave of shock. She hadn't died, yet. [Name] pushed herself up the ground, and looked around. Her eyes shot open as she observed the men laying in a pool of blood. Their own blood. [Name] took a shaky step back, her mind spinning with confusion. They can't be dead, right? A moment ago they were... 

Suddenly remembering her wound she gently pressed her hand on her hip. As her fingers touched the open cut she hissed in pain. She lifted her shirt up, taking a look. The wound looked open and pretty deep, but for some reason the bleeding had stopped. Her mind hurt as she was becoming confused more and more by the second. 

The moon still reflected a light and the stars were shining brighter than before. With slow steps, [Name] continued the way to the village she saw before. She could see it from the distance, but it wasn't as far as it seemed. 

Taking a look back, she eyes the motionless men on the dirt, as she feared they might suddenly get up and chase after her again. She had the urge to break out, to cry and yell. But instead she felt numb and just... tired. 

Finally she reached a shop. It was closed, since it was midnight, but she could still make out the sign saying: "Four Weapons Blacksmith shop". She ignored her mind telling her to just ran back home. She couldn't. Especially in this state. She was unsure if the people would even help her. She was an utter mess. Her hair was messy, her clothes slightly torn apart, and her eyes were swollen and red. Not only that, but she was covered with brushes, and a wound visible through her shirt. 

She knocked the wooded door with a weak arm. There was silence and she could feel her anxiety increasing. She knocked again. 

"Who the hell knocks at this hour...", a male voice grumbled while opening the door. [Name] couldn't identify the figure in front of her, but she could make out their irritation through their voice. "We're clos-", their eyes widened in shock at the sight infront of them, and [Name] lost consciousness as she fell on the young boy's arms. Seems like she lost a lot of blood. 

"Hey! Are you okay?!" 

Words of concern could be heard from the distance, but only seemed to fade more and more away. 

   [Name] woke up she was greeted with daylight hitting her eyes from the window. She had a dry throat, due the constant screaming and crying. Her hair was way messier than before and she was sweaty. Did she have a nightmare? She couldn't remember. Mumbling at the noisy sun making her squint her eyes, [Name] pulled off the covers. Instead of standing on her legs, she lost balance, immediately falling on the wooded floor with a "thumb" echoing through the house. 

"Ugh, fuck, that hurt..." she grumbled.

Just then quick steps could be heard and someone opened the door. "Are you okay?", a young girl (almost the same age as her) helped [Name] up and sat her on the matress. She had tanned skin and black short hair with bangs a bit above her dark brown eyes. 

"You shouldn't walk yet. You've lot too much blood. I suggest you rest until you fully recover." 

"Was my wound that bad?"

"Well... it doesn't seem like you're bleeding now so, I'm sure after a few days you'll be fine!" The girl thought for a moment. "Oh! I was just about to serve you some food. Y'know, to regain your strength easier!" 

"You don't have to. I'm sorry for troubling you! Letting me stay for the night is enough", [Name] said but she ignored her. 

"Don't be ridiculous! You're not troubling us at all. Just wait a moment", she made her way out the door and to the kitchen and in no time came back with a bowl of soup. 

As [Name] wrapped her palms around the warm bowl, the scent made its way inside her nostrils as steam hit her face. She gave the girl a look of hesitation. Could she really eat that? 

"Go right ahead! Despite not being as good as a chef, I consider my cooking pretty average." 

[Name] grabbed the spoon and took a sip. The warm liquid clearing her dry throat. She felt like she hadn't eated in days. She hummed, licking her lips, placing a smile on her face. 

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nya!", she smiled. 

[Name] swallowed her food before telling Nya her name, before continuing to finish the soup. She didn't want to seem rude, but oh man she was so hungry. 

"So... I don't really want to pry but, what happened? Were you attacked?" 

[Name] stopped herself from eating, eyeing Nya hesitantly. Just then, the door opened again. This time revealing a boy, looking a bit older than Nya. He had brown spiky hair, his eyes resembling Nya's. His brown apron covered his white shirt and red colored pants. "She's awake?" 

"Yeah, woke up just a moment ago."

[Name] didn't know what to say and rubbed her hands together. Instead, Nya covered for her, revealing her name instead. 

"Oh nice to meet you [Name]! I'm Kai," he grinned but immediately changing his expression. "I was pretty confused when I saw you looking that beated up! At first I wondered why would anyone knock someone door in midnight." 

"Kai, shut up," Nya groaned at his mumbling. "I was just asking about what happened to her. [Name], please continue."

"I...", [Name] felt her heart beating faster as her mind relapsed the occurrence from the night before. "I was attacked by some men", she swallowed, her eye looking anywhere but their gazes. "At first I didn't think much of it, but then realized they where following me... Then, they..." she trailed off, looking down. 

Nya's and Kai's eyebrows lowered.

"They... grabbed me limb by limb and then...", she felt tears filling her eyes and her lip trembling. 

"You don't have to say anything else", Nya reassured her, placing an arm on [Name]'s shoulder. 

[Name] took a few breaths to calm herself down. "One of then stabbed me and I thought I died, but when I woke up I saw them... motionless." 

"As in... dead?", Kai asked. 

"I don't know...", her arms clenched the sheets, her voice becoming now shaky. "B-but, I swear I didn't do anything! I was unconscious one moment, the next I saw them.. just laying there..." 

Kai and Nya went in silence for a moment as they gave each other a look. "Maybe someone saved you?", Kai suggested. 

"But why would they leave her there then?" Nya unsurely said. 

"I don't know? Maybe he was a hero or something? Isn't that what heros do?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, Kai. Heros don't exist." 

"You don't know that!", Kai protested. 

[Name] eyed them with fear. Will they believe she killed them and is running away from the police? Are they going to turn her in? Or just kick her out, letting her to die on the road?

"Please believe me!" 

Their eyes looked at [Name]'s round ones. Nya then gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. We believe you."

"Yeah, you can also stay here as long as you like!" 

Nya rolled her eyes. "I knew you would say that."

"What?!" he snapped. 

"Nothing, nothing!" she waved an arm towards him. "Don't resist asking us for help or anything, okay? We wouldn't go anywhere either, so." 

[Name] nodded in response. Nya looked at the empty bowl, still in her arms and let out a chuckle. "I think I'll be taking this." She took the plate and told Kai to check [Name]'s cut as she made her way back to the kitchen. As Kai took the covers off, [Name] noticed that her bloody clothers were replaced with a new pair of clean ones. Underneath, bandages were wrapped around her hip. 

Kai looked at her wound, before his concerning eyes met hers. "Do you mind if I...?" 

"Do what you must", she nervously replied. This wasn't the time to become flustered. He was just inspecting her cut to treat it. Nothing else. 

He nodded at her and slightly lifted up her shirt. [Name] did her best to ignore her red face as his face came closer to her, inspecting her wound. The white bandages were now turned to a dark shade of red. Kai carefully cut them and threw them in a nearby trash bin. [Name] hissed in pain as he cleaned the deep cut, and he quickly apologized before wrapping new bandages around her hip. 

"There, better. Sorry if it was too painful."

"No, it's completely fine! You're just looking after me", [Name] reassured him.

"Alright!", Kai beamed. "Do you need anything? Perhaps another pillow? Or some tea?" 

[Name] waved her arms towards him. "No no! I'm completely fine. Really... thank you. You've already done so much for me." 

"It's nothing," he said with a smirk before he paused for a moment. "But, really, when you fell into my arms I was so shocked, I didn't know what to to." 

"I'm sorry", [Name] lowered her head. 

"I'm glad you manged to get a away safe." Kai placed an arm on her shoulder. "You can stay here as long as you like. I'll leave you rest." 

[Name] nodded with a shy smile. 

Kai then made his way to the door, making sure to give [Name] a sheepish smile before leaving.

   Time passed relatively quick, with [Name] now being able to walk, only feeling pain from now and then. She insisted on helping them with chores but they never let her overdo herself. She got to know them better too. They told her stories about their childhood and how their parents left them when they were young. Because of that they had to look after each other. She couldn't imagine how'd that feel. Especially with her experience with her parents. At least they had each other. They also shared how their neighbors had to take care of them for a while, and many stories of the torture Mrs Brownmiller had to endure. She kind of envied their relationship, since she never had, since she was an only child. 

One faithful evening, Kai and Nya were working at the shop, while [Name] was dusting every single corner she could find, and also organizing any necessary equipment. There weren't many customers coming at this hour, so Kai was mending new armour and weapons. 

"To forge the perfect weapon, you first need the right metal and plenty of heat. Cool it off... and Presto!" Kai dumped the sword into the water before lifting it up. "Aww..." He trailed off in disappointment as his sword got tangled up. 

"You made it too quickly, Kai. Be patient. If father was still here, he'd say..." Nya said. 

"I know... no matter how much fire you have, experience isn't something you learn overnight. That may work for you, Nya, but I'm gonna be a better blacksmith than dad ever was." Kai interrupted Nya. 

[Name] chuckled while swiping the flour. "Practice makes perfect! At least it's better than yesterday", she joked and Kai eyed her an annoyed look. 

An old man entered the shop. He stopped his steps, taking a look around before humming. "Your metal is loud and heavy. Useful to slow one down. Useless in the art of stealth. All tool for a samurai, but nothing for a ninja?" 

All three shared the same look of surprise. A ninja? 

Kai approached the old man with furrowed brows. "Ninja? Huh, you're a long way from finding a ninja in these parts, old man. And the shop is called "Four Weapons," not "For Browsing". Either buy something or go pedal your insults somewhere else." 

The man hummed again, this time letting out a laugh. "Hmm...too bad. Thought I'd find something special here", he turned around and left, with the help of his bamboo stick. 

[Name] shared a look of anticipation with Nya before continuing her sweeping. Nya motioned Kai to show the man around and he sighed in irritation. Gosh he hated costumers like these. 

"If it's something special you're looking for, Let me sh-" he cut himself off, his eyes searching for the old man. To his surprise the peculiar stanger was no where to be seen. 

"What is it?", Nya asked. 

"...He was just... Forget it." 

[Name] let out a sigh, before looking at the clock. "I think we should take a break, no? I'm honestly pretty hungry." 

Nya smiled, opening her mouth before Kai interrupted her again. "Hey, what's that?", he asked, motioning at the hill ahead. 

The two girls' glazes followed where Kai's finger is pointing, seeing a group of skeletons riding... a motorcycle? 

"What are they?", Nya asked. 

[Name] squinted her eyes, trying to make out the scene in the distance. "They look like... skeletons?", her voice sounding uncertain. 

Kai already wearing a chest plate, put on a helmet. "I don't know. You both stay back." he stated before grabbing a sword. He started fighting the skeletons when one of them suddenly bit his leg. "Ow! Bite this!" he kicked the skeleton's head away. 

Nya quickly grabbed a bamboo stick and placed a hand on [Name]'s shoulder. "You're still badly hurt, so stay back. We'll protect you!" 

[Name] nodded her head almost instantly went back inside the house. She decided to just take a look from the window, holding the broomstick close for comfort.

As two skeletons got distracted, Nya sneaked up from behind them and knocked them down. Kai snapped his head at her. "I told you to stay back!" 

"And what? Let you have all the fun?" 

They both continued fighting the skulin, dismembering them and easily knocking them down. They didn't notice, though, two skeletons sneaking inside the shop. [Name] instantly froze in place. As they looked around, it's not surprising their eyes found her terrified expression. They both shared a look before one of them grabbed her. She shrieked, randomly swinging the broomstick but also managing to lay some hits on him. "Let me go!" 

"Ow ow! Stop that!" the skeleton said, still holding on [Name]. "Nuckal, a little help here!" 

The other skeleton rolled his eyes, tying [Name] with a rope. "Kruncha, can't you do anything on your own?" 

"Of course I can! I always do all the work while you just do nothing. You're basically useless!" 

"That's not true! You're useless!", Nuckal snapped and hit the other skeleton. This escalated to the both skulin hitting each other, accidentally knocking the shop's front sign. On the back of the sign was a map to which [Name] couldn't make out. 

The two skulin stopped tussling, letting out a gasp. "The map!" 

They both chuckled and left with the map. Did the literally forget about [Name] even being there? She let out a scream for help. After she realized Nya and Kai hadn't heard her she groaned. She got up and bring her back to a sword. Somehow she took hold of it and with difficulty cut the ropes. Guess she didn't need the help of Kai and Nya then. 

She ran outside, trying to find any way to help her friends. She saw Kai knocked down, about to be finished off by a skuli with four arms. Just then, out of nowhere a flash of tornado appeared attacking the skulin.

The skulin kept his balance, bringing his swords for defense. "Sensei Wu! Your Spinjitzu looks rusty." 

The light disappeared, revealing the old man from before. "Nothing like bone to sharpen its edge, Samukai." 

[Name] quickly went to her friend's side, who was still knocked down. "Kai! Are you hurt?" 

"Yeah, I'm alright..." 

Samukai took notice of they defenseless position, an idea immediately coming to mind. With an evil ckuckle he threw one of his swords on a water tank's support leg. As it's falls apart the water aims towards [Name] and Kai. 

"Oh no!" [Name] tried to drag herself and Kai out of there but was too slow. 

"Ninja Go!" The old man used the same move from before, quickly taking the two teenagers out the way, saving them at the last minute. 

Samukai quickly retreated back to his skull truck. "Lord Garmadon says take the girl in the red!" 

"Lord Garmadon?" the old man breathed out in shock. 

The skulin ckuckled, lancing something from their truck which grabbed Nya. 

"Nya!" the two teenagers shouted as the skulin retreated. 

"They took Nya..." Kai murmered, a tint of sadness in his voice. 

"I told you," the old man hit his head with his bamboo stick. "Useless." 

Kai groaned. "Arrgh! You could've done something! You could've used your… Twistitzu or your-" 

"Spinjitzu!" 

"But you did nothing! I'm going to get my sister back!" he snarled, taking off. "[Name] , are you coming or not?" 

"Is that even a question?" [Name] said, not particularly expecting an answer before following him. 

"Where they go, a mortal cannot. That was Samukai, king of the Underworld. And if it's true that he's carrying orders for Lord Garmadon, then I fear things are much worse than I ever thought." Sensei Wu adviced.

Kai stopped his tracks, spinning around to look at the man, one brow raised. "Lord Garmadon?! Underworld?! What's going on?! What do we have that's so important to them?! And why would they take my sister?!" 

"What's so important? How about everything in Ninjago itself?" Sensei Wu said. "Long before time had a name, Ninjago was created by the First Spinjitzu Master, by using the Four Weapons of Spinjitzu: The Scythe of Quakes, the Nunchucks of Lightning, the Shurikens of Ice, and the Sword of Fire. Weapons so powerful, no one can handle all of their power at once. When he passed away, his two sons swore to protect them, but the oldest was consumed by darkness and wanted to possess them. A battle between brothers broke out, and the oldest was struck down and banished to the Underworld. Peace returned, and the younger brother hid the weapons, but knowing his older brother's relentless ambition for power, he placed a guardian to protect them. And for fear of his own demise, a map for an honest man to hide. That honest man was your father. The older brother is Lord Garmadon. And I need to find those weapons before he does."

"You're the younger brother?", [Name] chimed in, placing two and two together. 

"Then you came here for the map?" Kai asked. 

Sensei Wu shook his head dismissively. "No. I came for something greater: you." he placed his bamboo stick on Kai's shoulder. "Since my brother cannot enter this realm, it's obvious he has struck a deal with Samukai. If he were to collect all four weapons, even I would not be able to stop him again. But you, you have the fire inside. I will train you to harness it. Use it. Become a Spinjitzu Master."

"A Spinjitzu Master?" 

Kai wasn't convinced by the way he looked at the man in disbelief and slight irritation, as he was wasting his time. "Look, I'm flattered you think I'm all that, but I gotta save my sister! I'm not getting involved in your sibling rivalry." he started walking away, grabbing [Name]'s hand. 

They didn't get far when Kai suddenly fell down as Sensei Wu knocked him down. [Name] gasped in shock, as the man laughed. 

"Haha. Clunky mule. You are not even ready to face my pinky toe. If you want to get your sister back, you must control the fire that burns inside. Only when you become a Spinjitzu Master, will you be able to face… Lord Garmadon." 

Kai grunted before giving up. He gave [Name] a look, searching for her own opinion on this. She quickly understood and nodded. "I think he's right. He did save us back there. You should listen to him." 

The boy sighed. "Okay. Then when do we start?" 

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Gurus and disciples are inevitably products of a particular historical moment. They represent a specific time and place, even as they draw upon ancient psychological and theological themes. As our contemporaries, they are, like the rest of us, psychologically unmoored, adrift from and often confused about older value systems and traditions. That unmoored state has great importance. Here I would stress only that a guru’s complete structural and psychological separateness from a traditional cultural institution—in Asahara’s case an established religion—permits him to improvise wildly in both his theology and his personal behavior, to become a “floating guru.” Disciples in turn are open to any strange direction he may lead them and contribute their own unmoored fantasies without the restraining force that a religious or institutional hierarchy might provide.

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Gym Buddy || y.jw

🌸Pairing: Yang Jungwon x fem!Reader

🌸Description: When school forces you to run the mile every Monday — and lessens your will to live — Jungwon is there to keep you going.

🌸Genre(s)/Content: SFW; fluff; some humor; non-idol!AU; high school!AU; established relationship; curse words; appearances by the rest of ENHA; Jungwon is best boyfriend😘; Reader hates exercise and is kinda bratty lol; kissing; jokes about violence (no actual violence); pet names (babe, dearest, darling, baby, love); written for mobile; let me know if there's anything else!

🌸Word Count: 2.6k

🌸A/N: I'm finally back after so long! If you read my first chapter of my True Beauty fic, I'm so sorry but there's the slimmest chance I'll be continuing that (at least for now). I also apologize to those who I promised to enter collaborations for. There's honestly so much I have to say and apologize for, but for now, I hope you can forgive me and enjoy this piece. I hope to be back very soon with another one!

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“This is bullshit.” You deadpanned, half-assedly hugging your right arm to your chest with your left.

Jungwon could only chuckle at how obvious it was that you didn’t want to be here, at how visceral your hatred was.

Cute, he thought.

You whipped your head to your boyfriend’s sound of amusement while he was stretching his arms, happiness written all over his face from your “pain”.

“I’m serious, Wonie!” You whined from your place on the ground, now in a side lunge. He only snickered again, a bit louder this time.

“I know you’re serious, babe; you’ve been complaining about it ever since the beginning of the semester.” Jungwon continued his stretching routine, prepared for the whole tirade that you were most likely going to lay on him — not that he ever minded.

“Like, what’s the point of the mile run? To punish us?”

“It’s to keep you active and fit, dearest.” Jungwon spoke in a saccharine voice, giving the same answer to the same question that you ask nearly every other Monday. But it did little to soothe your anger over school mandated exercise.

“Like hell that’s the reason! I think it’s a plot…” You mumbled the last part. You both came out of your stretches and turned to look at each other. Jungwon had a soft smile of adoration, while you wore a petulant pout that the former cooed at.

“You’re just so adorable!” Jungwon leaned in closer, gently petting your hair. You could feel your face blush at his words and actions.

“Stop flirting with me, Won.”  You mumbled under your breath so it was only between you and Jungwon. 

“I’m not flirting. I’m merely speaking the truth.” You had half the mind to kiss — slap — the smirk off his smug face that had dimples pinched into each squishy cheek, only serving to make you more infuriated.

Jungwon didn’t pay attention to your body that shook in anger since he knew you weren’t actually angry — just very flustered. 

And he loved to fluster you.

“What’s going on, lovebirds?” You and Jungwon turned to the voice that approached you; your hand that was mid-air and about to slap Jungwon’s hand away from your head — which was still heavily petting you — slowly descending back to your side. 

Jungwon walked over and brought him in for a bro hug.

“Trouble in paradise?” Riki questioned as Jungwon put his arm around the younger’s (and shorter’s) shoulders.

Though a joke, it was a fair question given the scene he had walked in on: Jungwon up close and personal with his hand on your head, a sly smile on his face; and you nearly shaking like a leaf with a beet-red face.

Riki knew it wasn’t a lover’s quarrel. He knew you two and that scene better than that.

“No.”

“Yes.”

Riki looked between the two of you and your different answers for a second before snorting with a burst of laughter.

“Riiiiiiight.” He said in the most unconvinced way, drawing out the vowel.

“Hey, guys!”

You looked over and waved at the three new people who had traveled over to your trio — Jake, Heeseung, and Sunghoon– who then waved back.

“Ready for the mile, everyone?” Heeseung smiled. Before anyone had the chance to reply, you answered with a loud and prolonged groan of irritation that probably would’ve echoed had you all not been outside.

Heeseung let out a puff of laughter. “I forgot, Y/n — you’re not exactly one for exercise, are you?” He smirked.

“Nooooooo...” You plopped your forehead against Jungwon’s left shoulder with a childish whine, having made it closer to his side during your friends’ appearances.

Jungwon made noises of fondness at your cuteness and laid his head on top of yours. He brought up his arm that was attached to the shoulder you were laying on in order to pat and pet the side of your head.

You didn’t bother making a fuss about it this time, instead nuzzling further into him and moving your head inwards to his neck, standing slightly in front of him.

The moment of closeness between you two, and the sounds of adoration and awe from the boys, was then interrupted by a very loud and obnoxious fake throwing up sound.

“Ew, why are you two so lovey-dovey?” Sunoo rhetorically asked, throwing a disgusted side-eye as he approached the rest of you. Jay snickered, trailing slightly behind, and gave him a nudge.

“Why are you still single?” While Riki was never very good at holding in his laughter, and did not even bother trying this time around, the rest of the boys tried their best to stifle their joyous sounds as Sunoo shot you a glare that held nothing but contempt.

“I will kill you, Y/n.” He spoke lowly, but you just rolled your eyes playfully while dismissing his empty threat; replying—

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jungwon let out a small chuckle and pat the top of your head before wrapping it back around your waist. 

A loud ring of a whistle alerted all eight of you as your heads shot to its source.

“Well,” Sunghoon started, “time for the torture to commence.”

Your classmates were then brought over to the starting line of the track and field, where the teacher placed you all in a sort of clump.

Jungwon took his wireless earbuds out of his pants pocket, placing the right in his ear while offering the left one to you.

He put the case back into its previous spot, muscle memory from your guys’ makeshift routine driving his actions.

You took it and placed it snuggly in your ear, anticipating the start of the “Mile Monday😩” playlist you and Jungwon had made with some honorable mentions from the other boys.

Since you two were bonafide lovers of music, it being one of the few things to calm you and your temper (besides the cat boy himself), you two made a couple’s playlist alongside your several others for every other type of the occasion. 

This particular one had upbeat, uplifting, and just general feel good vibes.

Perfect.

Jungwon turned to look at you once again with that soft smile, as if he was trying to soothe your lingering negative feelings about what you were all about to do. Ever the empath.

“Are you ready?” You couldn’t help but smile back.

Jungwon was always so good at putting you in a good mood or distracting you from the bad things, not that this was necessarily bad as you had thought (though you would never admit that).

You let out a dramatic sigh, making Jungwon laugh.

“I suppose. Promise you won’t run ahead of me?” You smirked, lifting your pinky up.

Jungwon reflected your expression back, still laughing, at your gimmick. He locked his finger with yours.

“As always, darling.” Your lips turned up as your heart filled with warmth at the pet name and his ever-present, patient smile. 

“Alright, girls and boys!”

You broke the physical contact to turn to Mr. Park, who stood in front of your classmate’s clump.

“You all know the drill: Complete the four laps around the track in twenty minutes or less. You can walk or run, but remember to not push yourselves and keep your own pace.” Everyone nodded along with the professor’s words.

“Alright! Timer starts…” Mr. Park stepped over to the side, timer in hand.

“NOW!”

At his go ahead, some students sprinted, some jogged, and some started off with just walking. 

Heeseung and Jay were the first to zoom off at the front of the pack, speeding forward like their life depended on it.

Jake and Sunghoon jogged in the beginning, but soon got competitive with each other and decided to race.

Riki and Sunoo decided to preserve their energy for the time being and just stayed near the back to chat.

Jungwon and you started with a light jog; wanting to get this over with, but not going so far as to end the mile with throwing up.

You were doing quite well and were able to make it through the entirety of one full lap before slowing down to walk half a lap, and then speeding back up; Jungwon followed suit with whatever you did.

“I’d say we’re not doing too bad, no?” You questioned, slightly winded, but not yet holding onto any debilitating stitch in your side.

You two were now back to walking with two full rounds down.

“Not too bad, sure. But I think we can do even better…” You whipped your head over to Jungwon for the second time this evening, this time with an incredulous look at his mischievous expression.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked tentatively and slightly scared, but Jungwon’s smirk just widened.

“I say we jog nonstop to the end.” You stopped in your tracks at this.

“No way in hell am I doing that, Yang Jungwon.” Jungwon seemed to have expected your refusal.

“No need to pull out the government name, darling. I’m merely suggesting that we get the mile done faster. The sprinters and most of the joggers are already finished.”

You followed where Jungwon gestured to, a patch of grass at the center of the track where a little more than a handful of people were gathered.

Lying down, chilling in groups; chatting and just relaxing. 

You could see Heeseung and Jay lying flat down on their backs with their empty water bottles, probably from chugging them right after they finished. 

Sunghoon and Jake were about a foot away from them, the former laughing obnoxiously in the latter’s face as he got onto his stomach and started to do push-ups; a punishment for losing whatever competition was going on between them, you were sure.

You winced in empathy as you witnessed the pure pain Jake had on his face as he went through with the penalty. 

As for Riki and Sunoo, it looked like they had just finished their turn with the mile. They walked over to the four older boys and plopped down next to them. Riki got on his phone while Sunoo passed him a water, keeping one for himself.

“Isn’t that what you want?” Jungwon could feel the victory on the tip of his tongue, knowing you’d take his bait. He saw you subconsciously bite your lip in envy at seeing all of your friends the way they were. 

You turned back to face your sly boyfriend.

“Of course it is! You know that this is the last thing I want to be doing right now.” Jungwon nodded before continuing to walk.

“Then what’s stopping you, hm?” 

You started to become genuinely concerned that you were going to sock your boyfriend in his perfectly beautiful face at the rate of his teasing and taunting. 

(Whether that was with your lips or your fist — TBD.)

But you knew that he was trying to motivate you. He was just doing it in a very frustrating way.

“It wasn’t really on my agenda to end up on the floor, dead, at the end of this class.” You sarcastically replied with a glare.

“Oh, come on, baby. You and I both know it takes more than jogging two laps to take you down.”

Well, when he said it that way.

“How about this?” Jungwon leaned in closer to your face with his hands clasped behind his back.

“If you’re able to jog the whole time for the last two laps, I’ll treat you to ice cream and anything you want at the snack bar.” This caught your attention as your widened eyes shot up to meet his, intrigue coloring your irises in a way that made Jungwon giggle in adoration.

“I’ll throw in infinite kisses.” 

Jungwon then pecked your left cheek. 

“As a tester.” 

You breathed heavily, almost sounding like a wistful sigh.

To hell with it.

“Then let’s go.” Once you had started to walk with him, Jungwon started to gradually pick up the pace, forcing you to do so as well. 

You kept his deal in mind and pushed yourself beyond what you were originally able to, subconsciously mouthing along to BAEKHYUN’s “Betcha”.

You internally chortled.

How fitting.

As you and Jungwon neared the end of your last lap, the boys had risen from their areas of rest and came to stand near the finishing line.

They started cheering once you rounded the last corner of the track.

“Come on, guys, you can do it! Just a little more!”

“Yang Jungwon! Yang Jungwon!”

“Y/l/n Y/n! Y/l/n Y/n!”

“*Weird, loud, siren noises that don’t sound like they should be able to come from a human but they are.*”

“Let’s go, lovebirds!”

“LET’S GAUR!”

If you weren’t so focused on your legs not failing you, you’d have started to tear up at the display.

Just then, you heard Jungwon — nearly out of breath but still going — speak in a quieter voice compared to your guys’ personal cheerleaders.

“Come on, baby. Let’s finish this.”

A grin spread across your lips at your boyfriend’s encouragement; pumping your legs even faster, surpassing Jungwon by a couple of feet in a sprint and crossing the finish line.

The six boys crowded around as you collapsed to the ground on your hands and knees, now spilling words of praise.

Jungwon crossed promptly after you and joined with a smile on his face that showed the epitome of proudness. He bent down to lock eyes with you and placed his hand on your left shoulder.

“You alright, darling?” You nodded with an exhausted, but equally proud smile.

Jungwon beamed back before helping you back onto your feet.

“Well I’ll say, Jungwon and Y/n,” Mr. Park walked over to your group, clipboard in hand, “that’s your best time yet!”

The rest of the boys continued to yell their congratulations as Mr. Park went back over to his previous spot in order to log the other student’s times. 

You gasped in happiness at the news. Once you turned back to Jungwon, he picked you up in a hug and spun you around.

When you were brought back down, you were met with Jungwon’s soft lips on your own — tasting the strawberry chapstick you gifted him for your previous anniversary. You wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly coming onto your tippy-toes while his hands held onto your waist for stability. You both smiled into the kiss before you pulled away.

“Now get me ice cream.” Jungwon laughed cutely and caressed your head.

“Whatever you want, love…” He pressed his forehead to yours. As you two were about to kiss again, there was a chorus of excitement.

“Ice cream? I heard ‘ice cream.’” Jungwon groaned quietly and you began to laugh. Jake had overheard and was now hyping the rest of the boys up with the idea of getting ice cream.

“Snacks too, Jakey.” You added in. You giggled at how his eyes lit up and how energetic the guys got.

Jungwon faintly knocked his forehead against yours with a pout, he knew there was no stopping his friends from tagging along his date (and from shaking him down for ice cream and snacks).

You press a firm kiss to his left cheek, briefly relishing in how soft and pillowy the skin is. The little frown was instantaneously replaced with a shy grin. You didn’t allow yourself to become bashful, pushing yourself up to lay your lips on his in a sugary embrace.

The two of you stood in your own little world, barely aware of the six boys debating whether or not they should also take a trip to the convenience store at the corner.