#and i saw the song mama from the black parade and the only reason i listened to it was bc that’s what i called my mom idk💀💀💀💀💀

[levmada]

ik you’re an mcr fan even tho u don’t talk about it all that much on here, but as a fellow levi and mcr stan i have to ask if you have any feelings/thoughts about tour officially being over because i’m in shambles

mannnnn i’ve been in love with mcr since i was 9 or 10 years old and not only is that where my love of music started but how i started to cope with my Living Situation as a kid and🧍🏻it’s rly difficult to put into words how much mcr means to me. /srs the course of my life would be different if i never started listening to them. i wouldn’t be the PERSON i am. they’re actually also… how i got into writing fanfic💀 i know alllll the lore. watched lotms more times than i can count. watched their concerts on youtube. learned every detail about frank iero and gerard way as possible. etc etc etc it’s kind of insane. i so much more than love them but ur right i don’t mention it enough on this blog lol

(bro i remember where i was on halloween 2019 when the reunion post went up on instagram. i lost my SHIT and don’t even get me started on their single. holy fuck)

this past tour would’ve been the first time i ever saw them in concert (i was too young to ever go before 2013 when they broke up rip… but on that topic in 2018 when it appeared that they were returning i remember vividly listening to their entire discography (((for not the first time… bc i did so every march 22nd aka the anniversary of when the band broke up……))) and dressing up as “””emo””” as possible for some reason only 16 year old me knows. the disappointment when i learned it was just the anniversary for the black parade and a… honestly mediocre remix? true betrayal tbh) - but then my concert was cancelled bc of stupid reasons wherein basically the organizers fucked up. at that point i’d been waiting like 3 years to see them (bc of covid), and i didn’t have the money even WITH a refund to buy another ticket or travel, so i just tapped out. it sucked.

BUT ANYWAY i’m not nearly as obsessed with them as i used to be, even though i will always love mcr and everything they stand for until i die. all that to say i haven’t been keeping up with the tour much, partly because mcr stan twitter is fucking unbearable. idk maybe the fandom just isn’t my scene anymore or there are too many young people in it, it’s hard to explain.

i’m really really really fuxking interested in what they do next though. a single being released implies an album in the future in which case i will explode, causing the heat death of the universe and i will become one with the soundwaves emanating from the music.

hope a ramble like that answers ur question🥰

OH: my number one favorite fun fact about myself is that i was born on the exact day their first album bullets was released. to this day my favorite album by them tbh

[wembleygoodboy]

Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

[peaches-of-1]

💃 Once on This Island AU 🌺

Musical AUs have continued! Check out my masterlist (in my bio) under Multifandom for the others!

Black!reader x Yoongi

Female!reader

Major Character Death (spoiler it’s the reader)

Cheating

Jimin vs Jeongyeon

Magic

Cast:

Agwe- Key (SHINee)

Asaka- Rosé (Blackpink)

Erzulie- Jimin (BTS)

Papa Ge- Jeongyeon (TWICE)

Ti Moune- Reader

Daniel- Yoongi (BTS)

Mama Euralie- Taeyeon (SNSD)

TonTon Julian- Shindong (Super Junior)

Andrea- Jamie Park (femme Jimin)

There is an island where rivers run deep. Where the sea, sparkling in the sun, earns it the name “Jewel of the Antilles.” An island where the poorest of peasants labor and the wealthiest of Sacred Bone play. Two different worlds on one island! The Sacred Bone, with their pale skins and their American ways, owners of the land and masters of their own fates. And the peasants, tan as sand and black as night, eternally at the mercy of the wind and the sea...Who pray constantly... to the gods.

On this new day, they said the usual prayers of a villager, “Rosé, grow me a garden.”

“Please Kibum, don’t flood my garden.”

“Jiminie, who will my love be?”

“Jeongyeon, don't come around me!”

An older but spry older woman laughed and grabbed a visitor’s hand, “Ah ha ha ha! Such powerful, such temperamental gods rule our island!”

A woman with raspberry colored hair grabbed a table cloth and wrapped it around her waist, “Rosé, Mother of the Earth.” and wrapped it around her waist.

“Kibum, God of Water!” A man with a beautiful face and blue pants, a fisherman, put on a wave printed top.

A blonde boy with squishy cheeks, pushed down a short haired girl and placed a mosquito net around his shoulders like a shawl, “Jimin, beautiful God of Love.”

The girl then stood up and slit a juicy pomegranate and let the juice run down her wrist, “And Jeongyeon, sly Demon of Death.” She laughed and pointed the knife at Jimin.

“Rosé, grow me a garden.” They all echoed. “Please Kibum, don’t flood my garden. Jiminie, who will my love be?” A flower was placed in her lap. “Jeongyeon, don't come around me! Please, Kibum, don't flood my garden. Rosé, grow me a garden.”

A villager with red hair and a wide smile picked up a small girl and swung her around while singing, “We dance~”

To which the others repeated in a similar tune, “We dance~to the music of the gods.”

The girl was set down and danced on her own now while the villagers began to sing, “The music of the breezes through the green plantain. The murmur of the river and the roar of rain and if the gods decide to send a hur-ri-cane…” A loud thump of a drum accented each syllable. “We dance~ to their everchanging moods.”

Rosé fanned herself and the little girl, “We know the gods are happy when the green things grow.”

Key got her attention and added, “They’re angry when the river starts to overflow.”

The performers shook their hips and hands, “And since we never know which way their winds will blow~We dance to the earth. We dance to the water. The gods awake and we take no chance.” A small upbeat tune played and they continued. “Our hearts hear the song. Our feet move along. And to the music of the gods, we dance!”

Jimin guided the small girl and pointed to a place where the villagers mimicked proper posture, “On the other side of this island, safe behind high walls and iron gates, the Sacred Bone dance to a different tune.”

The lighter skinned members served face and sung, “La la la la la la la la!”

Water god Key folded his arms, “They drink champagne, entertain tourists at their fine hotels, and tell their servants…”

A taller man with broad shoulders clapped his hands together and spoke to a darker skinned man, “Polish up the Mercedes!”

“La la la la la la la la!”

Taking the girl’s dolls from her hands, Jeongyeon spread her arms wide, “Two different worlds, never meant to meet.”

Feminine death looked at the girl and spoke with a man, “The peasants labor—” and then looked at the boy, speaking with a woman with long red hair, “The Sacred Bone eat!”

The Sacred Bone paraded around saying, “How fine our clothes are! How fast we drive! We dance at parties--”

Peasants interrupted, “While we are dancing just to stay alive!” The crescendo built and then softened.

“We dance~” Said the women.

“We dance~” Repeated the men.

Together, they asked, “What else is there to do…”

The peasant men then acted out what they did, “But plant the seed and pull the weed and chop the cane.”

“And bear the child and bear the load and bear the pain.” The women did the same.

Then they sung together once again, “And as the rich go racing to their own refrain, we dance to the earth, we dance to the water. The gods awake and we take no chance. Our hearts hear the song. Our feet move along. And to the music of the gods~”

People clapped to the rhythm while others lifted their skirts to dance and even got visitors to move and groove along with them.

“We dance to the earth. We dance to the water. The gods awake and we take no chance…”

An older man seemingly married to the woman from before said, “Two different worlds, never meant to meet.”

The music stopped and all heads turned towards the older woman who guided her there in the first place, “But if the gods move our feet!”

“We daaaaance! We daaaaaance! We daaaaaannnnnnce!”

With everything now settled, eyes settled on the one in the center who spoke:

~~~~~

Our story begins on the night of a flood. Many huts washed away, many peasants drowned by Kibum’s angry waters.

I was a child, walking home from the store in my hand me down red dress. The basket I was carrying was heavy enough to make my small body lean back in order to keep the groceries off the ground. Still, a lose grape fell onto the sandy dirt. I set the basket down to chase after it, and a small wave of water brought it back to me. Strange, I thought as I picked up the purple orb, water wasn’t usually this close to the market. There was a lot more and coming right at me!

I rushed back to the basket, but before I knew it, my body had been swept up by the waves and my foods taken hostage by the misplaced sea. My mother had been in front of me with her own basket, calling my name. Now she screamed it as I was taken way too far away for me to ever here it being called again. Villagers of all sorts hurriedly packed up and grabbed their own children, racing for higher ground. Some sort of safety.

A panel of roofing came my way, and I grabbed it. When I was knocked off of it, I felt as though an orphan plucked from the flood by Kibum, sheltered in a tree by Rosé. And little did I know I’d be sent on a journey by the gods. A journey that would test the strength of love against the power of death. On this island of two different worlds!

The story of (Y/N)!

I was just one small girl in a tree, torn from her mother. Crying in fright. One small girl tossed by sea and left to face the stormy night. I was one small girl. Holding tight...At last, the storm subsided and the morning sun glowed when two old peasants came cautiously down the road.

Eomma Taeyeon and Appa Shindong.

Taeyeon picked up a flower and tucked it in her hair, “Rosé is smiling again, Shindong.”

He was being grumpy, “This morning, she smiles. Last night, she tried to blow our heads off!”

“Hahahaha! Ah, Julian, just listen to those birds!”

Coo coo coo coo coo. Coo coo coo coo coo.

Waah!!! Sounded from up in a tree. “What kind of bird is that?” Shindong asked.

His wife pointed to the tree, at me, “Look! There! One small face, two small knees.”

“Why are you up there?”

“What is your name?” When I gave no reply, she looked to her husband. “The girl can’t speak.”

He pointed to the skies, “And they’re to blame. Kibum probably meant to kill her!”

Taeyeon rolled her eyes, “Then she’d be dead.”

“It’s possible he forgot.”

She looked around frightened the gods might be listening, “Shh! The gods don’t forget.”

“Then they had some reason to spare her life. It’s best that we don’t know what.”

His wife agreed even though she looked back at the child, “One small girl...better not.”

They shook their heads and started to go, but then something magical came over them. That child needed someplace to live.

“But we’re too old for children.” He tried to reason to himself.

She did the same, “And we have no room and no food.”

But I--the quiet girl in the tree--or something else, touched them deep inside. So not knowing quite why, they followed their hearts back to the tree, gently lifted the terrified child down…

I screamed, “NOOOOO!!!!”

And discovered I could speak after all. Now I had become one small girl in the way.Constantly hungry. They said I was learning too quick! Maybe because I was only about 6 when I learned how to climb to the top of the tallest palm tree without any help.

“She makes me smile.” Appa Shindong said when he saw where I was and pointed it out to Eomma.

“She scares me sick!” and she went pale at the sight of me so high. She clutched her heart and ordered the coconut gatherers to help me down.

But I lept right into my mother’s arms from what didn’t seem like a fifteen foot tree at the time. So they scolded and teased and held me. Ad mended the clothes I tore. The hut was crowded, and food was scarce. Yet somehow, their lives held more. They had one small girl to live for.

Because I had no idea of what my life was like or what my name was before the flood, they named me “Desirée Dieu-Donné,” or “God-Given Desire.” But in their affection, they called me simply (Y/N).

I recall a time when I was around the age of 8 and my curious nature came into play, so I asked, “What does (Y/N) mean, Eomma?”

“It means Little Orphan.” She tapped my nose. “You’re our sweet little orphan. We found you, and now your life is forever in our care.”

“Why?” I asked.

Appa answered, “Because the gods willed it.”

“Why?”

My mother shrugged, “Perhaps they saved you for something special.”

That simple answer made my eyes light up and I jumped up and down, “What is it?”

“(Y/N), if we knew why the gods did the things they do, we would be gods ourselves!”

I puffed up my cheeks cutely, “Someday I’m going to ask them, Eomma!”

Both my parents giggled, and she ruffled my hair, “Foolish girl! Run and hide!”

Growing up, I was called both sweet as a eucalyptus and terrible as a tempest while I was banging a drum and humming a tune. I was (Y/N) and did what children did. Falling and running and calling and growing...and growing and growing and growing up too soon.

Ten years had passed and I had grown into a beautiful young woman. Sturdy from living a peasant’s life and yet gentle with innocence claiming my heart. I folded the now dried blanket after taking it off the line, but soon slipped away to sit in a tree, allowing my mind to wander. I was now one small girl that wasn’t so small. Lost in my daydreams day after day.

“Call her name.” Appa Shindong said.

But Eomma Taeyeon replied, “No, don’t call. Her ears don’t hear, she’s far away.”

My parents watched from the distance, talking among themselves after my mother finished my folding for me.

He agreed, “And I know that she’s getting older.”

“I know that it's meant to be.”

Their arms couldn't hold me and keep me small, but all l that their hearts could see was one small girl. One small girl. Just one small girl in a tree.

The two then grabbed a few things before going to market. On their way, a car was speeding past and almost ran them over. No honking either, to warn pedestrians to get out of the way. The life of privilege wreaked of the silver mercedes. A few yelps of terror turned my attention to a stranger in white in a car. Going somewhere. Going far.

I wondered what it would be like to have a life like his.

How it must feel to go racing wherever you please, flying as free as a bird with his tail in the breeze. I thought even the fish in the sea must be longing to fly after catching a glimpse of a stranger in white racing by. “Oh, gods. Oh, gods, are you there?” You asked aloud. “What can I do to get you to look down and give in? Oh, gods. Oh, gods, hear my prayer!”

I’m here in the field with my feet on the ground and my fate in the air waiting for life to begin! I knew that Eomma's contented and Appa accepts what he gets. They were happy for tea in their cups and no holes in their nets. Happy to have what they have and to stay where they are, they never even looked up at the sound of a car.

A stranger racing down the beach. Racing to places I was meant to reach! My imagination took a step further and imagined him there in the middle of the drum circle. I joined him and swung my hips to the rhythm. Then I imagined his car would stop and in I’d hop and off we’d drive!

We’ll drive~! I turned around and he was gone.

I sighed and saw the setting sun. Had it already gotten this late? It was about time to go home. Before I did, I called for the Gods like I had been taught since I was little. I used my whole heart and my entire body.

“Oh, gods. Oh, gods. Please be there. Don’t you remember your little (Y/N) from the tree?” I even tried commanding them to see if I would get a sign. “Wake up! Look down! Hear my prayer! Don’t single me out And then forget me! Oh, gods. Oh, gods, let me fly!” I spread my arms like wings. “Send me to places where no one before me has been. You spared my life; show me why. You get me to rise like a fish to the bait then tell me to wait. Well, I’m waiting!” I called to the heavens.

Waiting for life to begin!

And the gods heard her prayer. Had a good laugh about it too.

Rosé fanned herself, “The peasant girl wants a grand homme to carry her away! I should find a tree all covered with mangos--juicy mangos, fat and well-fed. Pick a mango—” She took the one she just made from the tree.

Kibum took it from her, “A juicy mango.”

“A lovely mango.” Jimin added before the mango was taken from him.

It was by Jeongyeon who said, “A poison mango—”

But everyone scowled at her. She just shrugged it away. As a demon of death, it was her job to kill people. Poison did that. Anyways, Rosé dropped the mango. It made a whistling sound as it fell from the heavens. Then boom!

“To knock some sense in her head!”

They laughed and repeated, “Knock some sense in her head!”

Kibum offered to, “Splash her with a wave!”

“Scare her half to death!” Jeongyeon lurched forward.

But Jimin saw how honest her prayer was, so he said, “Give her what she wants!”

Rosé, Kibum, and Jeongyeon looked at him, confused, “Give her what she...?”

He nodded, “Give her what she wants. Love has many powers. If the love is true, It can cross the earth, and withstand the storm. It can conquer--” Jimin poked in Jeongyeon’s direction. “Even you.”

The gods of earth and water decided to walk away and give the two their space to talk, mostly because neither of them wanted to be put at odds with Death herself.

She scoffed, “Love conquer death? Why, I could stop her heart like that!” She snapped her fingers with a quickness.

Jimin smirked, “Stop her heart from beating, yes. But not from loving. Not if love is what she chooses.”

Jeongyeon shook her head dismissively, “Ridiculous!”

“Interesting!” Key piped up.

Rosé nodded, “More amusing than mangos!”

They came to a decision, “A journey!”

Jimin reached out to (Y/N), “I will give her strength when the time is right.”

Mother nature followed suit, “I will guide her way.”

“I will make her choose!” A wicked grin spread across Death’s face.

Kibum, already flowing down to Earth, said, “And I’ll provide the place where two different worlds will meet tonight!”

Tonight! God of water Kibum smeared his arm across the sky, “Let there be no moon. Let the clouds race by. Where the road meets the sea, let the tide be high.” And his head turned as he saw the girl about to return home. “Let there be a girl…” He drew her back to the beach. “Walking by the sea, and let there be rain!”

A small trickle began as Key continued to command his part of nature, “Listen to her prayers, full of hope and pain as she stares down the road in the pouring rain.” It quickly picked up.

She should’ve been home by now or trying to get there more quickly, but instead she stood transfixed in the middle of the empty road. There was rain on the road. Rain on her face. Rain makes a road such a dangerous place.

He smiled to himself as the other player came near, “Let there be a car racing through the night where the road meets the sea. Let her wait where the road meets the sea. Let him spin where the road meets the sea. Let their fate begin~ in the...Raaaaaiiiinnnin!” He bellowed and thunder clapped.

Kibum was gone as soon as he came, leaving an unsupervised driver swerve when he saw big brown eyes and a red dress in the middle of the street. He quickly ran into a tree which Rosé made sure was unharmed in all of this.

I heard the screech of wheels and metal bending. Saw lights brighter than the moon and then nothing. I went to him and screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Help! Someone! Come quickly! A car has crashed!” I held him in my arms. “A boy is hurt! Help me, someone! Where is everyone?”

Not a soul was coming near. It was if we weren’t on the sandy beach at all, but somewhere else where only the two of us existed.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” I asked.

His skin is so pale, I think.

“Can you see me?”

His eyes opened for a moment. They were eyes from another world. Gray as the sky.

I spoke to whoever heard, “Oh, gods. Oh, gods, you saved my life for a reason. And now, I think I know why!”

A man’s voice made me jump, “He roared down the road like the devil himself…”

More people started to gather.

“Going too fast around the curves!” A thick woman added.

“Sent us scrambling off the road like chickens…”

“He has what he deserves!”

No, what? He didn’t deserve this! He was too kind.

A beautiful woman squaked, “Jeongyeon wants him…”

The man she was with finished, “And Jeongyeon will have him!”

“The boy is dying before our eyes!” one of the men before spoke up again.

“Help him!” Mom said.

“Hide him!” One of her friends said right after.

Appa interrupted, “Noooo! Don’t touch him! Better leave him where he lies. Even a wealthy man sometimes dies.”

How could he? I spoke up, “Please! He needs help!”

“If this boy dies in our hands, the rich will send police.” He stated.

“He needs care!”

Eomma agreed, “And if he lives, oh, how angry the gods will be!”

Everyone around me seemed to have the same idea, “The only thing that will save the boy’s life is to send him back to his world!”

I knew I was being stubborn, but I had to be, “The only thing that will save the boy’s life... is me!”

All the villagers stared in disbelief, finally silent and still even as rain covered us head to toe.

So I continued, “I have prayed to the gods and at last they’ve answered. They saved my life so that I could save his. My heart knows this.” My eyes looked at my father. “Please, Appa.”

He sighed, “I will find where he comes from.”

“Shindong! No!” Eomma Taeyeon held his arm tightly.

He nodded, “I will find who he is, and soon! But ’til I return, you care for him, (Y/N).”

And, after he bid his wife and daughter goodbye, Shindong set off down the road, toward the Black Mountains. The peasants carried the boy to the village, and laid him on my mat. And so my long vigil began…

One day gone by like it was nothing, just making sure he was dried off as much as possible with rain pelting the windows. And two days gone by without him opening his eyes at all. People would stop by just to whisper about the whole situation.

They would say things such as, “The boy has the will of the devil himself, clinging to life by one small thread.”

“If it hadn’t been for Julian’s daughter, he’d certainly be dead!”

Even when I was just doing the most simple of things to make sure he was being taken care of properly, they’d whisper and gossip as if they weren’t standing outside of my hut. As if I couldn’t hear them. I did, but I was too focused on trying to save this boy’s life to care about any of it.

It was two women chirping back and forth, “Look how she bathes him--”

“And touches and protects him.”

Two men were by their sides, “She binds his wounds and she rubs his chest—”

“It’s as if the girl’s possessed!”

My mother worried for me as I looked through every book and was alarmed by every cough, “You need food. You need sleep. You just can’t go on without any sleep.”

“Eomma, sssh!”

“Have some tea.” She offered.

I felt his arm, “His skin is hot.”

“Have a rest.” She had even set out another mat for me in the corner.

“He needs me here.”

I was tired of her trying to convince me away from him, so I went to yell at her but we ended up talking over each other, “Can’t you see how much this matters to me? I know what’s best!”

Eomma was shocked at my words, but that didn’t stop her from sticking around me as I tried a new healing techniques. Now the sky was growing dim and the clouds are racing by. The gods are looking down at a boy they meant to die and a girl who placed herself in their way… So they prayed.

Three days gone by and my stomach was still empty other than what slithered down when I chewed up herbs and leaves and turned them into a fine paste. And four days gone by without one wink of sleep. I don’t know if I even blinked when keeping my eye on him.

Two brothers and their sister came to watch me work today.

The oldest spoke first, “I fear for the girl and her mother, as well.”

“Nothing but trouble looms ahead.” Their sister agreed.

“Mister Shindong could be deep in danger.” The youngest spoke.

Their sister spoke again, “Arrested, lost or dead!”

~~~~~

In the forest on the edge of the mountains, Shindong held a lit lamp and looked around with worry in his heart. He paused for a second and got on his knees.

“Rosé, mother of the earth, guide the feet of this poor peasant man. Hear my prayer. Which way there...and which way home?”

~~~~~

I called to my mom, “I need herbs.”

��Your father gone--” She replied.

“Eomma, herbs!” I didn’t have time for her nagging.

My mother was upset, “And you don’t care. Oh, my god what has this boy done to you?”

I grabbed her hands, “Mam...sssh!” and went back to the boy. “He needs rest.”

“Your appa lost.”

“He needs care—”

She pointed in my direction, “Because of you.”

We spoke over each other once more, “Can’t you see that he’s in terrible danger? What must I do?”

Now the sky is turning dark, and the wind is turning chill. The gods are out for blood. They’ve been cheated of their kill by a girl without the sense to obey...so they prayed. They moved their feet together in order to ward off evil because once it got in it probably wouldn’t leave with just a single casualty.

Everytime death came near, I’d use water and flame. Herbs and prayer to keep him alive. I didn’t even know his name, but I went without sleeping for many days to have the hope of knowing it from his own lips. “Yeobo! Where is my yeobo! Bring my Shindong home!” Taeyeon wailed.

~~~~~

At that same time, Shindong had made it to the gates but was confronted by the gatekeepers. He begged for entry.

“You want what?” The keeper scoffed.

The chubby man replied, “I’ve come so far and I need--”

“Get back!”

“I have some news for Kim-nim--”

The guard warned again, “Get back!”

“Min Seonsaeng-nim has a--”

“Peasant pig!” He slapped the man for his insolence.

Now on the ground, Appa Shindong said, “Please, I beg!”

The guard was surprised, “You must be mad!”

“I must see Seonsaeng-nim--”

“Min Seonsaeng-nim?”

“I have come so far--” He tried to get up but was stopped by the barrel of a gun.

“So far to die!”

His eyes caught a missing poster with the image of the boy from the crash and pointed desperately, “I have found his son!”

That caught their attention and so the guard helped him up, a bit suspicious but he wasn’t the one with a life to lose if this man was lying.

~~~~~

Now the sky has turned to black and the wind is like a knife. Jeongyeon is coming back for the boy who clings to life and the girl will have the gods to repay…

They prayed with their whole bodies, “Jeongyeon, don’t come around me! Jeongyeon, don’t come around me! Jeongyeon, don’t come around me! Jeongyeon, don’t come around me!”

Some say it was the worst storm the Gods had ever sent. Peasants prayed that they’d live to see the morning, but what of (Y/N)?

What of me? Well, some say I had gone without sleep for so long that my mind wandered further into my dreams. I had no wind nor rain, only my beating heart of this pale dying boy.

I even sang to him as comfort, “Sure as a wave needs to be near the shore. You are the one I was intended for. Deep in your eyes, I saw the gods’ design. Now my life is forever yours.” I smiled. “And you are mine.”

I changed his bandages and sang, “I am a tree holding away the storm. Here in my arms, I’ll keep you safe and warm. Even the gods won’t dare to cross this line where my life is forever yours, and you are mine.”

“And you are mine,” came his voice from the doorway.

I knew he’d be ok because of me!

Our hearts sang together, “Mine…We’ll race away in a car as silver as the moon, and the storm will turn to sun on an island where the earth and sea are one. Sure as this night leads to a sky of blue. Sure as my heart led me to be with you.” He leaned his forehead on my own. “Surely the gods meant this to be a sign that my life is forever yours and you are--”

“Miiiiiine! MIIIINNEE!” It was, Jeongyeon. There was no mistaking it.

Where was my boy?

She stood above him and grinned the darkest grin I had ever seen, “Arrogant fool. Think you can hold back death?”

Death herself came before me, but I wouldn’t let her ruin this, “Stay away!” I was shaking but stood firm.

Jeongyeon shoved me back without even touching me, “This boy is mine. I am his dying breath!”

“I won’t let you have him!”

She laughed, “Sure as the grave, you must accept what is! Now his life is forever mine~”

It was if death was pulling his soul from out of his body. It raised with her motion. I had to do something! Something now!

“Take mine for his!” I blurted.

She looked at me with shock, “What?”

With more conviction, I repeated, “Take my life. My soul... for his.”

“I am the road leading to no return.” Jeongyeon warned.

“I’m not afraid.” I glared at her.

She returned it tenfold, “Secret of life nobody wants to learn…”

“I would die for him!” I said firmly.

“I am the car racing toward distant shores.”

My eyes were on him, not death, “Now his life is forever mine…”

Jeongyeon pulled my attention back and pulled my soul into her grasp as well, “Your life is forever mine…”

It was excruciatingly painful, but as soon as it was over, I looked back at the boy whose life I was saving, “And I am yours…”

Our fates were sealed. Death left humming to herself followed by a laugh like the cracking of bones.

The next day I realized I had finally gone to sleep after staying up to protect my boy. I don’t know how long but I awoke to pale muscles holding me as they took him away! They gave me to my worried parents as they took him to a truck and laid him in the back still on top of my mat!

“No, stop!” I called. “You can’t take him! Give him back!” My arms flailed and failed to reach his still unconscious form.

He was getting better! The Gods--why was he taken from me?

My father’s grip was firm, “Now the Gods are happy! He is there in his world and you are here in ours! Everything is as it should be (Y/N)!” he looked me dead in the eyes. “There can never be anything between a peasant and a Sacred Bone.”

“Appa, he needs me!” My gaze held strong. “Without me...he’ll die!”

“Let the Gods decide his fate!” My mother said. “What can a peasant like you do for someone like him but shine his shoes?!”

I went to her and held her hands, “His ancestors one loved a peasant girl.”

I had heard the villagers gossiping about his heritage all while I did my best to heal him. His family cursed to stay on this island while their hearts forever yearned for their homeland.

“This time a Sacred Bone will marry one. I know it!” I made eye contact with both my parents. The ones who raised me. “I am in his blood and he is in mine.”

Eomma Taeyeon’s face fell, crumbled, “Marry you?” She held my face in her hands. “You are mad. He will not marry you, (Y/N)!”

“I must go to him.” I said, not a shred of doubt in my heart.

I took Eomma’s hands from my face and backed away from her. How could they not believe me? It wasn’t as if it were some random thing! It was my hearts! It was the Gods! I loved him and we were meant to be together!

“I must go to him! His heart beats for me like a drum. The gods are dancing for me, Eomma!” I said. “Please, Eomma. Please, Appa.” I begged them with my whole heart. “Give me your blessing and let me go.”

They said nothing with their mouths, but spoke to one another with their eyes. I knew my answer! Why didn’t they know theirs?

Stubborn words came out of my mouth, “ I will go!”

My mom sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear, “What can I say to stop you now now that you’ve heard your drums and seen your dancers? Now that you think your heart has all the answers?”

Her eyes were filled with sorrow as she looked at me, “Who knows how high those mountains climb? Who knows how deep those rivers flow? Who knows how wrong a dream can go, (Y/N)?”

Appa Shindong gently touched my arm, “I won’t be there to guide your way…”

“To braid your hair or dry your tears…” Eomma added. “As we have done these many years, (Y/N). (Y/N)…”

My father had me sit, “What you are, we made you. What we gave, you took. Now you run without one backward look.”

Mother smoothed my hair, “You’ll find some other boy to save. Some other life that you can share. Your heart is young; new dreams are everywhere. Choose your dreams with care, (Y/N).”

“But I have chosen. And my dreams are there, down that road!” I stood and pointed out the window.

“You’re a child, (Y/N)!” Appa bellowed. “The road is hard and dangerous. The city is miles away. And even if you get there, even if you get to the Hotel Holly, you will never get through the gate!”

His voice was anger and confusion and heavy with pleading. Why was he so worried?

“I will get there, Appa. I will get through the gate. I’m not a child any longer!” I knew their words but felt so different about them. “What I am, you made me. What you gave, I owe. But if I look back, I’ll never go. Who knows how high those mountains climb?”

I gazed out the window, “Who knows how deep those rivers flow?” and then turned my attention back to them. “I know he’s there. That’s all I need to know…”

As they always did when things were rough, they hid their tears even though their aged faces showed everything they were feeling. I couldn’t just give up, though. He was my fate! Us being together was destiny. I didn’t argue with it, so why--

“Go and find your love.” Appa Shindong said.

Eomma nodded and placed her necklace around my neck, “Go and swim the sea.”

Together, they assured me, “You know where we’ll be…”

“Always there with me…” I nodded.

“(Y/N)…” they hugged me tightly.

So I set off into the world with everything looking so bright and new! It was scary...just a little bit. Ok, maybe a lot of bit. I had nowhere...no idea where I was going. But on this island, the earth sings as soon as the storm ends. And as my feet set out, I realized I was walking with old friends.

The birds...The trees...The frogs...And the breezes… That’s when I lost all my fear. I knew Rosé was near! She appeared out of nowhere and had a huge smile on her face.

“You’ve never been away from the sea, child. You’re gonna need a helping hand. A fish has got to learn to swim on land!” She motioned me towards her. “Walk with me, little girl. Don’t you be afraid. Follow me, little girl, let me be your guide. A pretty thing like you will need a thing or two”

She booped my nose and I giggled.

“And whatever you need. Mama will provide. Ohhhhh! Down the road, little girl, you may lose your way. All alone in a world that may seem too wide.”

The red haired goddess sat on an upturned boat and tapped her skirt to motion for me to place myself there, “But sit on mama’s lap, and I will draw a map, and whatever you need Mama will provide!”

She sat up and twirled me in all sorts of ways. It was as if the earth itself was speaking to me and bending to her will.

“I’ll provide you moss to soften the road! Rocks to sit on! Trees to sleep underneath! Sand, fun for your toes! Plantain to fill up your belly!” And the wind danced through my hair as she sang to me. “Breeze to fan your face! Grass for making your bed!”

I pointed at a blood sucking little fella that kept buzzing around me, “Mosquitoes?”

She laughed, “Ha!”

I tried to clap it between my hands, but it must’ve flown away as my hands were free of any squashed bug bits.

“Bugs will bite, little girl and the night will fall. All alone in the dark, you’ll be terrified. But you will make it through ‘cause I am liking you!” She spun me around once more. “And whatever you need Mama will provide!”

“Mama will provide…Mama will provide…Mama will provide…” The forest sang as my footsteps became more sure.

Rosé belted into my ear, “Oh…!” and giggled at my startled reaction. “Walk with me, little girl and I’ll take you far! ‘Round each bend, little friend, I’ll be by your side. That’s what Mama’s worth, to give her child the earth, and whatever you need, mama will…” She took a deep breath as the plants twirled and prepared themselves for another belting moment. “PROVIIIIIIIIIDDEEE!”

I embraced her and with a wave of Rosé’s fan, a clear path came before me. She motioned me on and off I went.

~~~~~~~

Some say...How you began your long journey toward the city! Some say your feet were bare and the road was long and cruel Some say you got a ride from a vendor and his mule. Some say the gods pulled up in a car and drove you all the way. Well, no one knows how the real truth goes, but that’s what some say!

Some might wonder how far did she travel. The answer is as far as they suppose. And how long did it take you? Much longer than their nose! And were you ever frightened or was your love too strong? And did you know she’d end up in a story and a song?

What happened when (Y/N) finally reached the city? Some say they laughed at you for your peasant feet were bare. Some say that vendor man gave you shoes too small to wear. Some say...the gods said, “Put on the shoes! It’s the price you have to pay!”

The shoes were tight, but you said, “Alright!”

Well, that's what some say! Some say that at last (still wearing her painful new city shoes) you arrived at the gates of the Hotel Holly. But the fierce guard saw you had nothing to sell to the tourists.

“STOP!” They yelled.

But you must have smiled your most beautiful smile. And Jimin must have touched the fierce guard on the shoulder, for he nodded and some say the gate swung open and you entered and went in search of your Yoongi. Some say you scrubbed the floors ‘til you learned where he was kept. Some say you climbed a vine to the window where he slept. While some say the gods just lifted you up and placed you where he lay.

Well, no one knows how the real truth goes. It all depends what you hear from friends. It’s no surprise, if it’s all just lies, but that’s what some say...

I waited until I saw him struggle to get into his bed with his crutches that I came to help him. His eyes opened wide as he put his hand up to stop me and he backed up, frightened.

“Why are you in here? It isn’t allowed!”

I spoke up, “Don’t you remember me? It’s (Y/N).”

“Get out before I call a guard.” He hissed.

My body moved on its own, closer to him, “You don’t remember me? I saved your life.”

He scuffed, “You saved my life? What are you talking about?”

Did he really not recall? But the Gods…

I stood back at the foot of his bed, “You don’t remember?”

Yoongi answered with a quick, “No.”

He eyed me as I swayed nervously. I had come all this way to be with him. I pressed on.

“I’m the one who found you crushed inside your car.” My words were gentle but firm. “I watched over you when you nearly died. I bathed you and gave you my mat to lie on.” It was nowhere to be found.

My dark brown hands smoothed his expensive white bed sheets as they recalled how they cared for his unconscious body for days on end. Still no recollection was to be found behind his coconut colored eyes illuminated by the bedside lamp.

So I approached him, “I have seen the scar on your chest. It’s like a half moon.” I cupped my hand to match its shape and placed it near his heart where I knew the scar was. “Here~”

Yoongi blinked, a pout on his lips but finally a memory breaking through, “So, it was you?”

I smiled and felt his head though he flinched at my touch, “Yes! You’re very ill. You burn like fire!”

“My leg won’t heal.” He motioned to his bandaged calf.

“The Gods sent me to make you well.”

“You think your peasant superstitions can do what doctors can’t?” He squinted his eyes. “You, little girl?”

I took on a semi-scolding tone, “I kept you alive in the face of death! Anyone in my village would tell you so, and I can heal you. Now.”

Was he really going to keep doubting someone sent by the Gods after defying one of them? His future wife?

“You should go home.” Yoongi said.

I knelt at the side of his bed, our hands only inches apart.

“But I came all the way to be with you! Let me stay.”

He stuck out his chin, “Oh? So you can tell me more stories?”

“I am telling the truth.” I said simply.

The black haired man scoffed, “A pretty thing--what--sent by the ‘gods’?”

I looked into his eyes, “Yes.”

Min Yoongi just stared at me, slightly taken aback by how serious I was. How could I not be serious when he doubted my very reality so? My people’s song came in on the wind. He seemed to have recalled something else. A puzzled look came across his face.

Another glance at me, “Alright then...What harm can it do?” He did a sloppy hand flourish towards his leg. “How me your powers. I’ll pretend to believe them.”

He looked at me as I sat now on the edge of his bed smiling at him.

“Who knows?” He raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps maybe the Gods did send me a gift after all.”

So I began to work on his ailing parts. I felt a presence but it didn’t interrupt, simply watched as I took care of my soulmate.

~~~~~~~

Jimin watched from the window, making sure he was known just enough but did not interfere. He wanted to help...move things along since you had worked so hard to get here. His song was like a spell nudging your hearts closer together.

“Ooh, ooh. The courage of a dreamer...The innocence of youth...The failures and the foolishness...That lead us to the truth.”

He smiled as he noticed how happy you were just to be near Yoongi.

“The hopes that make us happy. The hopes that don’t come true. And all the love there ever was: I see this all in you.” Because he believed that “You are part~Part of the human heart.”

Yes, the way you looked at him and took care of him. There was no doubt in Jimin’s mind that you were part of the human heart. You were part of all who took the journey.

“And managed to endure. The ones who knew such tenderness. The ones who felt so sure. The ones who came before you. The others yet to come, and those who you will teach it to.” His gaze reached to comfort Eomma Taeyeon and Appa Shindong. “And those you learned it from.”

The blonde beauty recognized the change in Yoongi’s eyes as he saw how you worked and got him to hold your hand to bring you closer to him. He continued to work his magic and almost giggled at how shocked you were.

“You are part~Part of the human heart. You are part...This is the gift I give through your love you’ll live forever...Forever~ Forever.”

Yoongi caressed your hair all the way down your cheek and to your chin. You couldn’t help but stare at his chin. Jimin made sure your love’s hand was firmly around your waist.

“You are part...Tonight~Tonight~Part of the human heart~~~~”

~~~~~

And he kissed me. I kissed him back of course. My heart was pounding inside my chest. I knew that he’d love me once he knew the truth, once he accepted it. I could hear the wedding bells already.

And the night became day. Still Yoongi kept the gentle (Y/N) beside him! The day became a week and still you slept in his room. After two weeks, the gossip began spreading through the walls of the Hotel Holly--even into the city--until everyone had heard that the ailing Min Yoongi had chosen a peasant as a lover. And little~by little~ you were “healing him”.

“Now, what can he want with a woman like her?” A man asked as he walked with a friend and two women.

“Blacker than coal and low as dirt!” The woman on his arm added.

Her friend agreed, “He could have the world but takes a peasant!”

The other man smacked his own head, “Perhaps his brain was hurt!”

Even the servants whispered, “Look how she holds him and touches and attends him. The boy believes she can make him well...and she has him in a spell.”

Yoongi had been laying with his head on my lap while I caressed his pale face. I tapped his shoulder so that he would stand. I did as well, fiddling with the locket Eomma had given me when I left the village.

“I have a gift for you.”

Yoongi grinned, “What is it?” tucking his shirt into his pants.

“A charm.” I kneeled on his bed and took it off. “If you wear it next to your heart, it will make you whole again.”

I clasped it around his neck and let my arms rest on his shoulders. He beamed at me with sunlight and affection in his gaze.

“You are my charm.” My love kissed my cheek. “Without you, I could never be whole again.”

“I will never leave you, Yoongi.”

Two women, overdressed for any occasion, commented on the relationship as well.

The one in green asked, “Now, what do you make of a peasant like her?”

“Putting on airs without a doubt!” Her friend in a lighter green replied.

A man passing by inserted himself in the conversation, “When the boy is well and does not need her—”

The two women joined him in completing his thought, “—How soon he’ll throw her out!”

Lifting his crutch off the ground, Yoongi spun in a circle, “Soon, I’ll be dancing again!”

I smiled and caught him before he fell and waited for his crutch to touch the floor once more, “And I’ll dance with you! But for now, walk slowly, Yoongi.”

A spark came alive in his eyes, “Then you must walk even more slowly~”

With a giggle, I asked, “Why?”

“So I can catch you!” He began to playfully chase me with a slight limp ang giggling, so I ran just fast enough to stay out of his grasp.

His father called out to him, “Yoongi-ah!” a paduk board in his grasp.

He stopped in his tracks, “Abeoji.”

His cold eyes glared at me, so I made my way back to my love’s room. Part of me was afraid Min Appa would hit me across the head with that board. The other guests turned their heads whenever I met their eyes. Nothing mattered as long as Yoongi love me, which he did.

“How long do you think you’ll be playing this game?” The older man asked.

His son shook his head, “This is no game!”

“Surely you can’t believe it’s real?” He scoffed.

Yoongi nodded, “I’m in love with (Y/N)!”

Min Abeoji replied sternly, “You are not the first to want a peasant. I, too, know their appeal...But you are my son. You’ll do what must be done no matter what you feel!”

He left his son with sadness in his heart. Yoongi began to go in the direction his love had gone while the guests snickered behind his back. The trio from earlier had seen everything but pretended like they had not by hiding behind fans and newspapers.

“I know what he sees in a peasant like her…” The man said coming from behind his paper.

“Probably makes him rise like yeast!” the light green clothed woman commented.

Servants continued to gossip, “Well, the girl may think she’s very clever. The boy may keep her here forever.”

However, sacred bone and servants alike agreed, “But I can tell you this: They’ll never stand before a priest!”

As Yoongi finished getting ready, I explained how our lives would be once we were a happily married couple. Every day with him would be happy because we were in love. We were together just as the Gods had willed. Just like we would be until we died.

“...and we’ll have a little house with pink walls and a blue roof. And a tree in a garden just like the one that used to shelter me as a child. Then you and I can lie under the shade of the tree~” I sprawled across the fine bedclothes.

My love Yoongi moved to sit, so I rolled on my side.

“And then our children will climb it.”

He stood with a start and looked at me. Maybe he hadn’t thought that far, but it would happen. We’d have children. I’d bear as many as he wanted.

“And it will be ours, forever.” I looked at him with wide and innocent eyes.

He gave me a sweet smirk and moved to a mirror to tie his cream colored bowtie. Yoongi began to talk about how he loved me. I folded my legs and kicked them out to lie on the bed once more.

=================

I, Min Yoongi, son of a well known sacred bone, making me a sacred bone as well, continued to get ready for tonight’s ball, “Some girls take hours to paint every perfect nail...Fragrant as flowers all powdered and prim and pale; but you are as wild as that wind-blown tree. As dark and as deep as the midnight sea. While they’re busy dressing, you lie here warm and bold~”

This girl who had shown up out of nowhere claiming to have healed my body

I said as I finished doing his tie and moving on to fixing my color and suspenders. “Some girls you picture. Some you hold.”

You looked at me him still in awe, innocence in your loving gaze. I thought about what my father said and continued, “Some girls take courses at all the best schools in France; riding their horses and learning their modern dance. They’re clever and cultured and worldly-wise, but you see the world through a child’s wide eyes.”

I used hair wax to make my black strands stay in place. “While their dreams are grand ones. You want what’s just in reach.” Jamie wanted so much. Everything material, expensive, wanted what her parents raised her to want.

My smile couldn’t be contained as I wiped my hands on a towel, “Some girls you learn from. Some you teach. You are not small talk or shiny cars or mirrors or French cologne.” I sprayed a bit on myself since it had become routine for me, and you didn’t seem to hate it.

“You are the river, the moon, the stars: You’re no one else I’ve known…”

You tilted your head to get me to tell you more.

I replied, “Some girls take pleasure in buying a fine trousseau. Counting each treasure and tying each tiny bow. They fold up their futures with perfumed hands while you face the future with no demands. Some girls expect things others think nothing of.”

Then I turned to look at the door knowing my fiancee was just down the hall, “Some girls you marry.” Because there was no other choice. My eyes met yours, “Some you love~”

I loved you. Ever since you came into my room telling stories that I still wasn’t sure were true, but I didn’t care because my heart wanted you. (Y/N) was my happiness. You could never betray me for riches because you didn’t want anything but me.

Beautiful light music filled the grand hall as Yoongi greeted guests who congratulated him on his upcoming wedding with Jamie but whispered about him once he was gone. Large crystal chandeliers lit up the dance floor and the candlelit tables were attended by servants in the hotel uniforms. Flower petals cascaded from the ceiling and onto the floor. Laughter echoed off the walls.

The Sacred Bones at the Hotel Holly, dancing to their own little tune. Waiting to see... (Y/N)!

Jamie in her golden dress approached her husband to be who was probably on the lookout for his mistress. Jamie had not the...pleasure of seeing her. Yoongi spent all his hours with her other than the times she was sleeping and he had to to talk to her about their upcoming wedding.

“Some girls are saying she’s simple as any child.” She said with her arms folded.

He sighed, “Please, Jamie…”

She didn’t stop talking about the rumors, “Barefoot and praying and running the halls quite wild!”

“Jamie…”

“And is she as pretty as we’ve all heard? Your own pretty...Well, what’s the word?”

They noticed all the heads turning to see a girl with a red hibiscus flower crown and an extravagant red dress to match. It was me. I approached Yoongi eagerly and relieved to see him looking at me, completely smitten with me.

“Yoongi~!” I slowed when I saw him beside another woman.

“So this is your (Y/N). How beautiful she is.” She looked at me.

My love introduced us, “(Y/N), this is Gongju-nim Jamie. Jamie, this is (Y/N).”

A woman I did not know bowed to me, “I’m so happy to meet you, my dear lady. I’ve heard you’re a healer and a dancer, as well. Won’t you dance for us now? Won’t you give us a show? Please, dear girl...Don’t say no.”

I looked at Yoongi who held my hands, “Don’t be afraid, (Y/N). Dance as you always do… Just for me.”

I stood in the center of the room and began the dance I had known since I was a child. My feet nearly came from under me since I was not accustomed to dancing with shoes on my feet. So I took them off, but the familiar looking servants refused to take them from me. Hiding their faces and moving away. Then a man approached and took the bejeweled slippers from me.

Then I returned to my spot and felt the eyes on my. Looking around, it seemed as though I held the attention of the whole room.

In a tune that felt like home, one of the serving woman sang, “We dance~”

As if by magic, the song came into my heart, “We dance~”

WE DANCE!

My feet began to move to the music played by dark faces. I had danced as I always did to a song that I hadn’t heard in what felt like years. My skirt fanned out around me with every spin, and I noticed the pale pink of a hotel maid twirling next to mine. She must’ve gotten permission from her bosses. Eventually emerald green flew in rhythm with the legs of tailored suits.

The island blood could be hidden with powders and creams but it pulsed nonetheless. Guests clapped and cheered along to the tune as our reet moved to the rapid drums. Even my Yoongi joined in for the last bit. I really had taught him well. All the air in my lungs had gone through my feet, so I was panting hard once the song ended. My love held my hands for a moment before I went to retrieve my shoes but was stopped by an important looking man.

=================

Jamie was upset as she pulled Yoongi to the side. Everyone was back in their places. Their roles...except (Y/N) and Jamie’s husband to be who had let this go on long enough.

“Well, it’s very clear. She’s in love with you. Yoongi, if you care, if you care at all, you must tell her.”

You came back to your Min Yoongi with a large dazzling smile on your face, “Yoongi! Oh, the Ambassador said I was beautiful!!”

=================

I was giddy and joyful after dancing in front of so many people and getting so many compliments afterwards. I forgot about my shoes and went to tell the man who loved me.

“Everyone is so happy that I’m here with you!”

Something was off.

“What is it?” I searched Jamie’s and Yoongi’s faces for an answer.

She waited for him to speak, but was the one to talk when he didn’t. Jamie held my hands with affectionate concern.

Jamie, with her dazzling gold crown to match her dress spoke firmly, “My dear dear girl, I have something to say. Something I fear was left unsaid. Many thanks for all you’ve given Yoongi, but do not be misled. My dear Mademoiselle, you dance so very well. I pray you’ll dance for Yoongi and for me when we are wed…” She let go at my shocked expression. “(Y/N), Yoongi and I…”

She looked at me and at him. Wed? Her? Jamie was to wed my...my Yoongi? I felt my heart sink.

He tried to explain, “Jamie and I have been promised to each other since we were children. This is how things are done, (Y/N). It’s expected.”

I wanted to cry, “Yoongi-ah, please…?”

“There will always be a place for you here…”

Jamie decided it was best to give us space and left to talk with guests.

But our dream. “We'll race away in a car—”

“I can’t change who I am or where I’m from.”

“— As silver as the moon…”

Yoongi shook his head, “I wish it could be so.”

“We will live beside the sea. We’ll have children, a garden, and a tree…” I held him tightly.

He held me away from him, “I thought you understood. We could never marry.”

We could...never? Yoongi took off the necklace I had given him and placed it in my hands. Then he went back to the main room to continue being a part of the party. I was on the balcony, alone with my broken heart.

I called out to the gods once again with my whole heart, “Oh, gods. Oh, gods, Are you there? Are you there...?”

All the whispers from before and even after travelling to be with him swarmed in my head. “Blacker than coal and low as dirt.”

“What has that boy done to you?”

“I know what he sees in a woman like that!”

“Look how she bathes him and touches and protects him.”

“She’s going to have the gods to repay.”

“The gods to repay.”

“The gods to repay!”

“The Gods to repay!!”

The Gods to repay!

Jeongyeon appeared before me and everything went dead silent. She smirked at my current state of weakness. It’s as if the rattle of a snake was inside of me as Death slithered closer to me.

“There were promises made in the darkness; promises made in your sleep; promises the gods demand you keep!” She darted at me but I moved out of the way, “You gave him love. Love he would soon betray!”

“Stay away!”

“You gave him life. I am the price you’ll pay!”

“Sure as the grave. You must accept what is...Now your life is forever mine…” Death held a knife to my throat.

I didn’t want to die! “Please, DON’T!!!”

“Trade yours for his...” Jeongyeon said, removing the knife from my throat.

“W-What?”

“You saved him. You loved him. And he betrayed you. Why should you die for him now?” “Kill him, (Y/N). Kill the love~ you feel for him. Prove that death is stronger than love and you can have your own life again. Just as if you had never loved at all.” She handed me the blade.

Death pulled him closer to me, “I am the road leading to no return…”

A song that I had heard before was sung between her words, but it was so quiet in comparison, “The courage of a dreamer…”

“Secret of life finally his to learn...”

“You are part…”

I had to choose. I could kill him. Easily. He wasn’t even looking. No one noticed the dagger in my hand as I approached him from behind. Things could go back to normal. I’d return to my own life just as Jeongyeon had promised. Just as if I had never loved at all.

“I am the car racing toward distant shores…”

I’d be able to step get rid of the pain step that HE caused! Step

“Part of the human heart…”

He was right there. Yoongi hadn’t noticed me yet. I had to do it now.

“Now his life is forever mine…”

I raised the knife to sink between his shoulder blades.

.

.

.

And I dropped it, “I can’t!”

People gasped and Yoongi turned with wide eyes to see me kneeling on the floor with tears streaming down my face. He stared at the knife. No matter how much he had hurt me by keeping the truth about his marriage a secret…

“Yoongi...I love you.”

He shook his head, “You tried to kill me!”

~~~~~~~~

And so you were cast out of the Hotel Holly, your dress and chest being thrown into the sandy dirt. The gates slammed shut behind you.

Your eyes saw a couple on the other side you called out to them, “I am Miss (Y/N). I am the Mistress of Min Yoongi!”

If that was the only thing you could be to him, then you’d wear the title. As long as you could be near him. The couple ignored you. A man passed by who recognized you.

He held your hand through the iron bars as you said, “I was the one who danced at the ball!”

You wore a beautiful (and clean) dress.

“The people applauded! All eyes were on me!!!!”

He ran off at your outburst. Another Sacred Bone came passed.

“The Gods sent me! They sent me be with him!”

And another.

“Yoongi needs me! He loves me!”

It was his father who scoffed.

“Without me, he’ll die!” You spouted old phrases, ones you had used to get here in the first place.

It was still the truth still! Right? Even though you had healed him. Almost tried to kill him by literally stabbing him in the back.

“Surely...surely there has been a terrible mistake.” You said to yourself as the sun started to tint the sky pink. “He must be wondering where I am.”

Fruitlessly, you called to the couple you saw before as they were now returning to the hotel.

“Tell him...tell him I am here. Tell him (Y/N) is waiting for him at the gate!”

And so you did. For two weeks you did wait at the gate. Not sleeping. Not eating. Only waiting. Only watching as the grounds were made even more beautiful in preparation for the wedding. Even as Yoongi as Jamie were getting married.

As superstition dictated, they came to the gates of the Hotel to throw coins to the peasants thus assuring that their own fortunes would multiply. He was there with her dressed in white. You tried reaching out and waving to him, but he did not see.

Until you called his name, throat dry from having no water for a while, “Yoongi!”

His eyes finally met yours as Jamie walked away. Yoongi approached you and held your hands. Through the gate, he gave you coins since you had none. You hadn’t tried to get any. There was forgiveness in his eyes. He still loved you? But you didn’t want coins. You wanted him! Your beautiful love kissed the tops of both your hands.

“Yoongi~?” Jamie called from a distance, not knowing when he left her side.

He gave you one more look and then went back to his wife. You let the gold coin fall, heart completely broken. You laid on the ground and died. Your mother finding you too late. She had come just to try and pay you a visit.

Eomma Taeyong held your body and mourned, “Oh, (Y/N). Oh, (Y/N). You will always be a part of us. Oh, (Y/N).”

Your father and the towns people took your body home as your soul rose out of it. Everyone mourned the loss of the girl with big dreams. Who they had raised. Who they had loved and still did to be honest.

“You will always be a part of us. Oh, (Y/N)…Oooh…” They hummed as they set you down and buried your body.

And the gods began to cry tears of compassion for the orphan (Y/N) who proved that love could withstand the storm and cross the earth and survive even in the face of death. Jimin took you by the hand and led you to the sea where Key wrapped you in a wave and laid you to your rest. Jeongyeon was gentle as she carried you to shore, and Rosé accepted you and held you to her breast.

And then, the gods blessed you, and transformed you into…A tree!

A tree that sprang up and cracked the walls of the Hotel Holly, so that its gates could never close again. A tree that lived forever, sheltering peasants and Sacred Bone alike. A tree that watched over Yoongi for his lifetime...in which his children played.

And one day, as Yoongi’s young son sat in the shade of the tree, he noticed a beautiful young peasant girl high in its branches, looking out at the world. And the spirit of (Y/N) touched their hearts and set them free...to love!

People sang about your legacy.

A man with strong arms touched the tree to feel your spirit, “And she stands against the lightning and the thunder. And she shelters and protects us from above.”

“And she fills us with the power and the wonder.” Said a Sacred Bone who had come to visit.

“Of her love…” Yoongi’s son with a bunny smile commented while holding his crush’s hand.

And this is why we tell the story. Why we tell the story. Why we tell the story.

Eomma Taeyeon touched the tree, “If you listen very hard you’ll hear her call us…”

“To come share with her our laughter and our tears.” Appa Shindong put his arm around her.

And as mysteries and miracles befall us through the years, we tell the story! We tell the story!

“Life is why we tell the story!” Rosé said.

“Pain is why we tell the story!” Jeongyeon added holding her hand.

“Love is why we tell the story!” Jimin claimed.

“Grief is why we tell the story!” Key suggested while messing up Jimin’s hair.

A villager with a pink tank top agreed, but also said, “Hope is why we tell the story!”

Another with wide hips added, “Faith is why we tell the story!”

Then everyone looked at the little girl, “You are whyyyyyy Why we tell the story. Why-y we tell the story~Why we tell the story. Why-y we tell the story!” While dancing a new dance. Jimin tapped the little girl’s nose, “So I hope that you will tell this tale tomorrow. It will help your heart remember and relive.”

Eomma Taeyeon grinned, “It will help you feel the anger and the sorrow…” and turned the girl towards the tree.

Where you floated down from the branches, “And forgive…”

You kissed her forehead and pet her head while everyone including you sand, “For out of what we live and we believe, our lives become the stories that we weave.”

Everyone got around the girl who began to speak and you returned to your tree, “There is an island where rivers run deep... Where the sea sparkling in the sun earns it the name ‘Jewel of the Antilles’ An island where the poorest of peasants labor... And the wealthiest of Sacred Bone play. And on this island, we tell the story!”

We told the story~

Thank you for reading! What musical would you like to see k-popified next?

[chemicalfuckboys]

If MCR Songs Were People

This probably already exists but I spent two hours doing this instead of sleeping. Tell me which song you’re most like.

Welcome to the Black Parade: has a flair for the dramatic, doesn't know how to do a smoky eye, was in the marching band in high school, daddy issues. Sleep: has insomnia, PTSD, nightmares, is self deprecating, just wants to go the fuck to sleep Destroya: probably gay, moans like a bitch during sex, pretty fucking hardcore, shit immune system though, lives for anarchy House of Wolves: will burn in hell (or believes they will), is a bad mother fucker, has a sister who should be scared, pyromaniac, "Catholic" Vampire Money: all over the place, drinks a lot but parties like a beast, has a Bowie obsession, likes driving fast and loud music Na Na Na: really artistic, pansexual, likes to scream lyrics, rebel at heart, probably still wears bandanas, sunglasses and boots all day every  day, fuck the government Cancer: is dying, will die, all of your friends will die, actually doesn't have any friends, really depressed, in pain, martyr S.I.N.G: activist, owns jeggins, would join an underground gang if they had the balls, likes neon things for some unknown reason Early Sunsets Over Monroeville: loves zombies, probably owns a Hawaiian   shirt, really quiet and doesn't talk much, hangs out in shopping centres/malls but never buys anything Demolition Lovers: is probably part of an underground gang, has to go away for "work" a lot, has a shotgun in the trunk of their car, teal,  unrequited love Helena: recent death in the family, super fucking dramatic, lots of makeup, always wears black (maybe some red), nail polish is always chipped, imagines/fantasises things that will never happen all the time Teenagers: super punk, goes to concerts all the time, will break shit just for fun, has authority issues, probably friends with a lot of delinquents, is a delinquent, doesn't read books, drinks a lot Famous Last Words: is constantly having an existential crisis, really   committed when it comes to relationships, cowboy boots, goes outside at midnight for no reason I Don't Love You: always heartbroken, never cuts hair, plays guitar,  goes on road trips when things get difficult, super emotional, cries a lot I'm Not Okay: is still in high school, I don't care if they're 39  they're still in high school, hates high school, does stupid shit all  the time because fuck it, high school, is not okay, is friends with  weird people, high school Mama: PTSD, self deprecating, mama's boy/girl/person, has a sick sense of humour, laughs manically for no reason, cutthroat You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison: probably gay, went to prison, had a fuck tonne of bitches (I'm kidding, they were actually the  bitch to a fuck tonne of other people), can't adjust, has issues with  family Headfirst for Halos: epic, is not okay, always trying to think  positively but is screaming inside, thinks about doing stupid shit all  the time (i.e. Putting a gun to their head) Vampires Will Never Hurt You: screams a lot, has a vampire fettish, hates Twilight with a passion, has never gone outside, wouldn't mind dying if I was a wooden stake to the heart, sucks dick The Ghost of You: fought in WWII, had a pretty girlfriend, wears round glasses with gold rims, is tall and lanky, has a brother, gets shot in  the chest, screams, dies The Light Behind Your Eyes: is finding ways to deal with severe depression, cries a bit but quietly, reads a lot of books, all their friends are dead, trying to stay strong despite the fact they're dying inside, sings like an angel Give 'em Hell Kid: lives life fast, probably has killed someone, wears red and like khaki green, shouts a lot, belongs in a 2005 MTV short, lives life on the edge, fatalistic To The End: has read Dante's Inferno, is a mafioso, fatalistic, has  probably organised the death of many people, likes to drink cyanide, sleeps a lot, owns diamond jewellery, likes cake The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You: has no faith in life, likes western movies, will yell at you, has  applied for a license to kill, likes to sleep with people (like nap I  mean) Thank You For The Venom: likes snakes, has probably almost OD'd, hates  the doctors, is stubborn, death obsessed, has probably stabbed someone, wears striped long sleeve t-shirts, hates running, hopes to be shot one day Hang 'Em High: is death obsessed, clinically insane, screams a lot,  always makes a lot of aesthetic statements about things with black and  white connotations, Catholic, fuck off It's Not a Fashion Statement It's a Fucking Death Wish: swears in front  of their parents, wears their mum's clothes, is obsessed with killing  enemies, is always predicting their death to be soon. Cemetery Drive: all too real, has a girlfriend, likes to hang out in  cemeteries, girlfriend has issues and ended her life, now has issues  because of it, drinks a lot, really fucking depressed I Never Told You What I Do For A Living: is 100% a serial killer, sociopath, also has OCD, scary as shit The End: is dying, but isn't too sad, wishes to attend their own funeral  as a ghost, has no self confidence, can't be fucking bothered growing  up, doesn't give a shit, is very chill, wears yellow accessories Dead!: Is dead, is having a party about being dead, wondering if all the  assholes in their life are in hell, no one actually likes them, laughs  at inappropriate moments, is a great dancer This Is How I Disappear: really fucking dramatic, will be upset and   disappear if you break up with them, dramatic, is a part time satanist, will make a voodoo doll of you if you fuck with them, candles The Sharpest Lives: goes out late at night, never showers, drinks   heavily, would probably go cannibal if it was legal, always in pain,   lives life on the fucking edge, will burn large objects, has sinus   issues Disenchanted: is constantly torn, never actually cries, writes books,  likes to take chances, likes birds, got in trouble with the police for  some stupid but really fun shit, friends need to get their shit together  and learn a lesson Bulletproof Heart: Gravity doesn't mean to much to them, has self  confidence but not enough to stop running away, runs away a lot, wears  really funky colourful clothing, is very kind but misunderstood Planetary GO!: goes to a lot of cool night clubs, knows how to fucking  party, is still very punk on the inside, sweats a lot (bc they dance a  lot), jumps up and down for no fucking reason The Only Hope For Me Is You: is obsessed with being remembered, only has  one friend, is kinda depressed and really needs someone to hold onto,  but is also really questioning life and society, wants to run away to a  more aesthetic place Party Poison: speaks fluent Japanese (cough I mean Weeaboo), watches a  lot of anime, loves Kpop and Jpop fashion, will party but goes to the  weirdest parties, dyes their hair, fuck the bullshit meaning of life  they do what they want Save Yourself I'll Hold Them Back: is a badass, known for being a  badass, stole your mum's car and took you on the best date ever, wears a  lot of leather, ready for a fight, probably gets into a lot of fights  anyway, probably once looked like Danny from Greece SCARECROW: is probably on LSD, smokes a lot of weed, is really chill,  too fucking chill, wears psychedelic t-shirts, is actually a  philosophical genius, reads a lot of poetry Summertime: they might go outside if it's summer, listens to music with  headphones on full blast, goes on the train a lot, likes to walk around  listening to music and pretends they're making the aesthetic parts of  the music video they're listening to, soft kitty The Kids From Yesterday: is constantly nostalgic, loves Star Wars and  Queen, always having flashbacks, wears yellow and read things, feels  misunderstood, trying to figure out the meaning of life Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us: likes Fall Out  Boy when they had long song titles, has issues, a lot of issues, ugly  screams a lot, doesn't care, wears dark denim jackets, hates this girl  who fucked their brother Drowning Lessons: has a lot of anxiety, constantly worried, always  running away from problems and situations, can't swim, always has  regrets, has pink things Our Lady Of Sorrows: was in a gang once, loves to get into switchblade fights, is really scary and bloodthirsty, believes in pagan gods, but   will protect you, blood blood blood. Skylines and Turnstiles: saw 9/11 happen, life was changed because of  it, decided that they wanted to be in a band, made a band with brother  and his fren, got some dreadlocked weed smoking fanboy to join, the  drummer is an asshole x3, breaks up after 12 years, deems it to be a  good idea, scared of butane This Is The Best Day Ever: this is the worst day ever, has no rhythm, is  really confused with what is going in, went to hospital a lot and hated  it, screams a bit, is a bit scared of needles, studded belts, suck dick Cubicles: will die alone (or at least they think), hates their job, the  only thing that entertains them at work is people gossiping at the water  cooler, is actually having a severe existential crisis Boy Division: is friends with people who would have a fucking rocking  funeral, stalks school girls, looks dead but only dresses that way,  likes to sing about California, paranoid all the time Tomorrow's Money: fell in love with a vampire, slightly aggressive, can  surf, stopped screaming three years ago, wants to be a doctor, hates   people who are thought of as heroes, ruined converses AMBULANCE: screams in an aesthetically pleasing way, thinks you know  nothing, super weird, goes out after dark, likes to drive big cars,  wouldn't mind driving, is super reliable even when they let you down Gun.: was probably conscripted into the military, actually hates   violence and guns, wants to stay at home all the time, likes to call the  shots, owns an old uniform that they'll never throw out The World Is Ugly: likes Blade Runner and fairy lights, thinks weird  people are very beautiful, insanely observant of other people's  behaviours, wears knee high socks and converses, hates the world because  it's terrible Kiss The Ring: belongs in an alternate universe where it's still the  medieval time but rock bands exist, is probably a contract killer, likes  to overthrow the king every five years, has really fucked up logic  about why it's okay to kill a lot of people, cutthroat Make Rooom!!!!: probably goes to discos, does not panic at them,  actually has some self confidence but always gets into stupid situations  and flails, wears the tightest pants in the world, wears earrings with  crosses on them Surrender the Night: constantly lonely, likes to drive long distances to  think, lost a loved one, has cool patches on their jacket, has been to  hospital twice, likes to listen to you, always keeps secrets unless you  fuck with them Burn Bright: likes going to the city just to look at all the lights,   walks around and thinks that certain things would look nice on Tumblr,   unstable, can be aggressive, very in tune with their surroundings, kind of a Buddhist Common People: your average person, always struggling financially, wears  a lot of blue, always falls in love with shallow rich girls for no  reason, really just wants to live however the fuck they want Every Snowflake Is Different: loves children's TV shows, goes to the  snow every year, loves winter and hot chocolate, will cry if you take  their toys away, will be a good parent, too busy having fun to give a  fuck Desolation Row: got beat up at school, is now in a cutthroat gang, spits  a lot, wears a lot of eyeliner, likes Grease but is also super punk  rock, hates wearing underwear, likes to break shit all the time Desert Song: is recovering from a drug addiction, is still in a really  dark place, trying to stay strong, is questioning the meaning of life,  probably had teal roots at some stage Black Dragon Fighting Society: drinks juice when they're killing because  it's fucking delicious, really likes dragons, reads too much, hates  society, would run away but that would mean no books and no juice so no  fucking way, likes hot pink and black Zero Percent: hates everyone, would kill everyone, really hates people,  does whatever the fuck they want, will kill everybody, will put zero   effort into school or work, does their own thing. Mastas of Ravenkroft: worried about growing old, has no self confidence,  will only have sex if the lights are turned off, feels very old at a  very young age because of shitty bones, also has no fucking chill F.T.W.W.W.: fuck society, is super digital, but also really retro,   always tells people to kiss their ass, lives in a futuristic society,   likes robots, has a licking fettish, likes to destroy shit, will   probably spit randomly We Don't Need Another Song About California: Summertime's long lost  twin, really doesn't give a shit about California, but likes the sun,  probably lives in Florida, hates magazines, probably has a fake name,  thinks that nothing matters All The Angels: is dying, has minutes left, girlfriend has issues   because she's a little risky, everything has gone wrong, everyone is   upset, probably died three years ago, never went to heaven, likes pretty  flowers and dead things Romance: a complete and utter 1800s Romantic, has probably ready  Frankenstein, wants to go on epic journeys, never showers, likes spices,  old fashioned, would probably get into the steampunk fashion thing Blood: is forever in the 1920s, was a war hero but hates themself,  laughs manically sometimes, has a thing for blood but hates vampires,  90% human wreckage, 23% awful fuck, 8% bad at math, 14% clueless

[what-if-nct]

my humor is officially broken. i spent 10 minutes laughing over someone tagging a tiktok as #handery instead of hendery. also your room is super cute!! it definitely gives off ✨you✨ vibes, kinda but not really related, you posted your hair, which is so so cute, def the perfect pink, and your makeup's rly cute and glittery. i def think you have a pink bdsm/emo section in your closet and were obsessed with Welcome to The Black Parade at some point. ily💖💖💖 <3🌿

Handery is so funny though, esp if you say it over and over. Imagine yelling Handery at Hendery, which is his legal english name and people were making fun of it for no reason. He just has one of those first names that sounds like a last name.

Awwwww thank you, I'm still working on it just gotta fix up my couch and TV stand. Which I didn't show cause it's a disaster. And yeah you hit the nail on the head with my wardrobe. It's half black and half pink. Taylor Momsen is my fashion inspiration. But also Barbie and Paris Hilton are too. So it's split in half. But it's so over the top. My best friend told me to dress casually for the arcade and when she saw me, she said this is casual? It was a velvet skirt and rhinstones crop top, that's casual I wear a tutu to the grocery store, I'm a leo, I can't help it.

And you're really really close it was Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge that I was obsessed with, I tried to buy it in 2006 but ended up getting Taylor Swift's album instead. But it was meant for me to get it around the time my Gramma passed and it comforted be and everytime I passed the cemetery she's in on the school bus Cemetery Drive played every single time. It's really a special album for me.

The black parade ok so in middle school it got really popular among non emos and all of my friends we were so annoyed we disowned the album. Cause the people that gave us hell for being emo then started listening to our music, nah Fuck that. My best friend still hates that album to this day except for mama. I like it now but I still feel bitter.

Same with I write sins. It was annoying. Like ok if you were black and emo other black kids would give you hell for "acting white" and when they just started listening to a few songs from bands and totally just misinterpreted the lyrics and only cared about the cursing in it. It was middle school goddamn was scandalous. the amount of anger we harbored. I'll admit I may have said some questionable things at the time. Like when boys went like "hey hey my friend like you" and I'd say "I only like white guys," which I mean true but I said it out of anger and annoyance. Yeah i just went on like 50 different tangents I'm sorry, once I get started I can't stop talking about nothing. I'm sorry.

Love you too! I hope your day is as beautiful and amazing as you are.

[chrismdthings]

old tunes

The game night in the house was followed by a date night. The entire Saturday morning was spent moving the mattress back upstairs and fixing the bed, cleaning the entire house, and even running a few errands.

Then that night, Chris treated you to a night out.

Unknowing of what Chris was going to pull off for his surprise, he only told you to wear casual clothing, and then you hopped into his car. That night you two went to the nearest cinema, which was still quite far, and seen a film before taking part in some bowling after.

As you two left the bowling alley hand-in-hand, Chris a bit more upset than you were after you won two consecutive games, you two slipped back into the car. You then recalled a few moments during the night while letting the car heat up. There were some funny bowling moments within the couple of hours you two were there; such as Chris gutting like seven bowling balls in a row, you using the kiddie ramp a couple times that lead to strikes, the both of you discovering a bowling ball with like fifty holes, binge-eating two things of popcorn and dropping your drink on the floor, and then Chris making fun of you as you had to wear a pair of bowling shoes that were four-times the length of your feet because they didn’t have your size. 

Many would call that night a disaster, but you and Chris saw it as successful

You thought the night was over, that you and Chris would head back home and call it a night and immediately hit the bed, but it was clear that he had other plans.

“Do you wanna go somewhere?” Chris asked, leaning back against the head rest. You raised a brow.

“It sounds like you’re trying to take me somewhere to murder me.” You laughed, watching him throw the car into reverse and back out of the spot.

“Well, now that I think about it..” Chris teetered his head back and forth. “It wouldn’t be a bad place to murder somebody.” 

“That’s comforting.” You two laughed lightly. 

As Chris pulled the car onto the main road and headed in the opposite direction of where you two came from, he reached over and grabbed your hand, threading his fingers through yours. You embraced the silence that surrounded you, the only thing you could hear was the heat on full blast and the faint music in the background, but it was comforting.

The drive wasn’t took long, about fifteen minutes instead of the ten minute drive back home, and you watched as he took a turn down an unfamiliar road. You ran the pad of your thumb against Chris’, watching as the dense trees turned into the sight of water and cliffs through the fog on your window.

“Where have you taken me?” You asked cautiously.

“La Corbière,” Chris said in the most upright French accent, causing you to laugh. “It’s the first ever lighthouse of the British Isles made out of concrete.” 

“A lighthouse?” You grinned and a second later felt Chris press down on the break, and his hand broke away from yours for a second to park the car. 

Your eyes trailed to the windshield and you looked out to see a tiny white lighthouse in the distance from where Chris parked. The lighthouse was situated between two rocks on a tidal island, peeking out just slightly. 

It was dark out and a bright light emitted from the top of the lighthouse, making circles and casting a light on everything around it. Even though it was so far away in the distance, it was still beautiful.

Chris had parked the car in the closest possible parking spot, but it could never be close enough for you. It was right on the edge of the cliff where everything was visible, from the lighthouse to the tiny rock formations surrounding it like miniature islands. And just on the other side you could look west and almost see Guernsey.

“Here,” you turned your head away from the windshield and watched Chris pull out the aux-cord from the console between the seats. You took the cord between your fingers and he continued before you could ask what he wanted you to do; “play me some music that reminds you of your childhood.” 

You laughed, already having a song in mind before plugging your phone in. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” You said. “Because my childhood ranged from High School Musical to some moments with My Chemical Romance.” 

“Oh God,” Chris laughed, placing his hands on his face. 

You laughed even harder before finally finding one song in your playlist and clicking on it. Chris reached forward and turned up the volume and a second later Bowling For Soup’s 1985 blasted through the speakers.

“Are you serious? Your childhood?” Chris chuckled.

You shrugged and locked your phone back. “My brother would play this on the guitar all the time and I would sing along. And by sing, I just remember yelling Nirvana at the top of my lyrics when he would sing and pause for me.” You explained before starting to sing the song yourself. “DEBBIE JUST HIT THE WALL, SHE NEVER HAD IT ALL.” 

And for the next two hours, you and Chris sat in his car and sang along to what seemed like a million songs that reminded you of your childhood. You played We’re All In This Together, Thnks fr th Mmrs, Welcome To The Black Parade, Teenage Dirtbag, Everybody (Backstreet’s Back), Seven Nation Army, Ocean Avenue, All The Small Things, and Buddy Holly among several other songs.

Then there was the one point, during Elton John’s Tiny Dancer, that you and Chris got out of the car. He turned the volume up louder and you stepped out, leaving the doors open, and danced in the headlights together.

Chris spun you around, and you twirled, shaking your hips and laughing at his attempt to do so as well. Bohemian Rhapsody came on as well and you two stood at the edge of the drop-off, hand-in-hand, and sang the lyrics loudly to no one. “MAMA, OOOOOOOOH...” There were no telling how many cars that drove by you two that night, but it didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was that you two were having more than enough fun.

The last song that come on your throwback playlist that night was Mr. Brightside. Chris and you couldn’t help but laugh and lean on each other for support at the first sound of the guitar and without hesitation, you two immediately sang together;

“I’M COMING OUT OF MY CAGE AND I’VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE. GOTTA, GOTTA BE DOWN BECAUSE I WANT IT ALL.” You held onto Chris’ hands, jumping up and down and singing the lyrics as loud as you possibly could. Chris was nodding his head along, laughing both with you and at you. 

Chris did follow along though, joining you at the chorus and belting out every word. The song was just not a part of your teenage years, but also Chris’. “DESTINY IS CALLING ME, OPEN UP MY EAGER EYES, CAUSE I’M MR. BRIGHTSIDE.” 

As the song ended, fading out into nothing as your playlist ended, you and Chris couldn’t contain your laughter anymore. You hiked a leg up onto the bonnet of his car, sitting down, and you pulled him into you by the material of his shirt. You were both laughing, unable to contain any emotions.

You two just danced in the freezing cold for fifteen minutes for no absolute reason other than you could. 

Chris stood between your legs at the bonnet of his car, you tilted your head back and smiled up at him. “Thank you for bringing me here tonight.” You said. “I loved every second of tonight.” You pursed your lips slightly and Chris chuckled before taking your face in his hands and pressing a light kiss against your lips.

“Would you want to come here some other time? Maybe in the mornings when we could explore the lighthouse?”

“Yeah, I would love that.” You admitted and Chris grinned

“I think we just found your new favorite place in Jersey.” 

You laughed and nodded. “It’s a close second.” 

“What’s first?”

“Our bed.” 

[teachershena]

With Flying Colours

Everything started with a morning. The sun shone so brightly that looked like everything was fine as it always seemed. The morning was sealed with reminders of change in our family. Our small and cozy house was entirely different this day where all of us seemed to be thinking a lot that you can be drown with the abounding silence. I made a coffee on my own and started to cook an omelet for our breakfast. I sautéed the garlic and onions and prepared the rice to be fried. I never did this in my entire life because I let my sister did all of these stuffs for years and now, I got to learn these kinds of stuff. When the breakfast was ready on the table, I called everybody to come and eat. They gladly went and ate the breakfast that I prepared for them. After that, we were all back with our usual routine since the last four days. Mother cleaned the tables that were used yesterday and started to wash the dishes that looked like mountains because of the different plates used. Father was busy buying food and beer for this day to prepare for the guests that were coming. Some of the visitors were starting to come and hugged my parents. My youngest three- year old brother sat on the bamboo chair that was made by my father four days ago while he played the toy car that was given by my eldest sister, Mel. I looked for Lettuce, our dog. As I saw him, I can notice that he was less cheerful this day; he laid and did not bother to go out to be with other dogs. These were some of the things that I observed for hours.

I flatted the iron on a black satin cloth while my right hand was touching the blue and gold lining of it. My hands caressed every single detail of the newly- sewed cloth, “it’s not just a simple cloth- it’s a cloth of hard work, patience, learning, and perseverance”, I told myself. I stared at it for a moment and my eyes went into tears. There were lots of things that run through my mind as I touched the dark- coloured garment--- things that made me remember past experiences. I felt a sudden feeling that I have never experienced before.

“Mona! Mona! Please make it fast. The mass will be starting at 1:00 pm”, mother screamed distracting me from thinking so deep and keeping me away from my rambling and wandering train of thoughts.

I grabbed my sister’s stuffs--- the black raffled cap and the cloth that I prepared a while ago, it was the toga that students who were graduating wore as a symbol of success and persistence. I followed my mother and got into my uncle’s car. While we were on our ride, I looked for my smart phone inside my bag and I found it inside the bag’s pocket where my wallet was located. I decided to look at the pictures that were taken for so many years ago. I seldom did this because I was so busy dealing with my work as an executive assistant in a company in Manila. I scrolled up and down and search for the one and only family picture that I have in my gallery. I took a glance at it and I reminisced the Christmas when I went home and be with my family. We were all wearing red shirts with a white cross print and a phrase saying that “I am loved by God”. I smiled genuinely and ended the gallery application. My eyes directed its attention to the car glass window and I stared at everything--- the trees, the people, and the stores that the car passed through. Upon staring, I suddenly realized a thing: “this life was a long ride- you passed people, you passed happenings, you passed experiences but you were the driver of your own car; you had the choice of where path you wanted to go” I thought of this while evoking the moment when my sister chose the path that led her to the profession of being a teacher. I brought my attention back to my smartphone and browsed the messages of my sister for the past few years when we haven’t seen each other.

These were the messages that were locked on my phone to prevent deleting them:

From Sis (

June 4, 2012,

Hello Mona! How are you? Today is the first day of my college life. Meeting new teachers, new classmates, new environment, I think of these as tough simply because I get used to my high school environment, but, everything is different now, I must be happy, I have to deal with eight subjects hmmm… not bad, it will just be as easy as the subjects that I had taken in my high school. I’M SOOOOO EXCITED!

June 3, 2013,

Sis! I’m so fine living in my new boarding house. The room is small but cute. Well, I hope this year will be good to me. I have to maintain my grades until I graduate. I’ve been a consistent Dean’s Lister in the past two semesters and also I have to maintain the scholarship that pays my boarding house and gives me the allowance for every month. I know in my own little single way, I can help you and our parents without making all of you problematic about my future. Fighting! I have to strive harder… You think I could do well, right?

September 25, 2014,

I am now in my third year. Things get tougher and tougher. I have to deal with a thesis with three group members. Joanna, TJ, and Francis. I’m not saying they are lazy but all of the works seemed to be mine as they always give their different reasons. Joanna was having her U.T.I., TJ went home because he didn’t have allowance for month long, and he said he needed to work at their mini restaurant to pay the expenses for the thesis paper, Francis, as usual, was having a problem with his girlfriend that cannot help him to focus on the tasks given. All of these things I encountered made me frustrated. I also got angry when I found out that these were not acceptable reasons but alibis. I was about to stop doing it saying “let’s all get low grades, let’s all be dead!” but there was a sudden guilt that made me pursue my task, it was my parents who rely on me, who dream a lot for me. I ended up doing everyone’s tasks. I know it was a foolish thing to do but I have to do this to meet the deadline and be on the defense- day. Sorry for not responding to your messages. I’m quite busy. I’ll call you later Sis! BYE!

March 25, 2015,

OHHHHH MYYYYY!!! SIS!!! I suddenly received a message that I passed the Civil Service Examination! I’m so happy and my classmates congratulated me for doing a good job on the test. I got motivated a lot for the next semester. I will be doing the practice teaching in my fourth year. YIPIIEE! I’M SO HAPPY.

June 8, 2015,

Finally, this is the last year! THIS IS IT! I will be graduating soon. Haha wait for me to wear my toga and I will be marching beside that wide quadrangle with one of my parents. Who would I bring for the grand march? Is it mama or papa? Hmmm I think I’ll let them decide. EXCITING!

January 4, 2016

Today will be the deployment day for practice teachers. I am assigned to the nearest high school at our house and it was my alma mater. I’m so pleased to wear my practice teaching uniform. SIS! I sent you my photos on Facebook! Go see it!

March 7, 2016

Today will be the start of the graduation rehearsal. I’m just so excited and feeling overwhelmed. “what a journey it has been…”We keep on repeating our graduation song as if it’s the only song in this world. I really want to graduate with flying colors. I think this is the best gift that I can give to our family. Sis! I hope you can come home. Please? I really want to celebrate my graduation with you.

End of messages.

I kept on reading the genuine stories that my sister told me. I had the feeling that I wanted to be with her during the times when she was telling me these stories. In the first day of her school in being a college student, I felt the excitement and nervousness just like what she felt. I felt her eagerness of having good grades because she thinks that she can help us through that way. I got angry with her research group mates thinking how bad my sister felt. I always wondered if she was eating her lunch or if she hadn’t skipped her meals for the thesis thinking that she did all the works on her own might and expense. I felt the happiness when she got back to her alma mater not as a student but as a teacher. I felt all of these things. I felt glad about the idea that she will be graduating.

I slipped my thoughts away and got out of the car bringing my sister’s toga. I went to the church for the mass will be starting. I saw my sister’s friends and other classmates wearing their togas.

After the mass, I did not imagine that I will be witnessing the greatest grand march of my family during my sister’s graduation day. I walked with my parents wearing our white clothes and holding pieces of roses and the toga that I brought earlier.

While we were walking, I told myself “But why it has to be now?”

“Now, there’s nothing left. There are no other feelings left but the feelings of pain and grief.” I cried.

This day was my sister’s burial day.

She died five days before her graduation day.

The bright sunny day seemed to be ironic and full of deceiving lies. Humbug lies like when you work hard, you get the best one and when you dream big, you achieve better. I felt like the heaven was conspiring against us, against my loving sister. It felt like the weather was having a parade while we were on our rainy, saturnine and crestfallen hearts.

My sister was supposed to be graduating today. She was supposed to be getting the award of being the Cumlaude. She was supposed to be getting her diploma and bringing home the idea that she graduated with flying colours. She was supposed to be experiencing these beautiful things. She was.

In Loving Memories of

Mel