#and ignoring my asking if he wants a carrier bag a million other questions am i?

[deeisace]

On the works whatsapp group, ASM: "stop 'forgetting' to ask (x thing we should ask at the till)! What if I "forgot" to pay you? Oops!"

1: fuck offfff you dick

2: you're leaving in a month anyway, the fuck do you care?

[liquid-luck-00]

WonderBug

Angst Edition

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) x Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Ladybug)

I am late. SO, so , so late but here it is

1: Soulmates @maribat-angst-fluff-april

My partner is the wonderful @thedragonbug

Ao3

Fuffy Edition

Soulmates exist, and Marinette hates hers. You see everyone is born with their half or part of a complete soul mark. The other parts would appear when you were closer to your soulmate and be permanent when they were close emotionally. For everyone, the appearance or 'drawing' of the mark was light and warm. But not for her, no her drawing was heavy and hot, like a hot knife digging into her arm.

Her parents knew this, and it was concerning, to know that their child was in pain because of their soulmate. Seeing as the marks were not supposed to be painful. Yet as there was no good reason given by medical and mark professionals, and the fact that her soulmate didn't stay near her for long there was nothing that they could do. They did tell her that few, this phenomenon affects one in a million people and she was just lucky enough to be one of them.

Over the years she grew used to the pain, but every time she did it would come back even stronger than the last. She slowly hated her mark and in turn her soulmate. Marinette would cover her mark, ignore it, even wish it away. All her soulmate did was bring her pain. Sure, it upped her pain tolerance, but it hurt her still.

When she turned fourteen, she became Ladybug. She then recognized that her mark was actually the wire of her yo-yo.

The first time Chat Noir claimed they were soulmates she broke down in tears. luckily for her he told her during patrol and not an attack.

"We aren't soulmates, Chat, and I'm glad we aren't." She nearly whispered.

"Why Bug?"

"Because I hate my soulmate, and I don’t want to ever hate you."

"Why would you hate your soulmate?" He seemed genuinely curious. But no one outside her parents knew, not a single person knew what happens to her.

"Because it hurts when they are close, it hurts so badly. The drawing is painful. I never want to meet the person who keeps hunting me." Tears formed in her eyes and Chat hugged her.

"I'm not your soulmate, then." She shook her head. "Good thing I'm your partner, and Plagg help me I am going to be your best friend. Got that Bugaboo?"

A half-hearted chuckle and a small smile escaped her. "Sounds good Kitty." The first person she has ever told, the person who was convinced that they were soulmates, cares for her, to help alleviate some of her pain.

The two became inseparable after that, to the point that most of Paris believed they were in a relationship.

When Nadia asked them about it during an interview, their reactions were memorable. Both all but gagged, turned to face each other, and then laughed almost falling out of the seats.

"I believe we have missed the joke." Nadia commented, worried, and confused.

"Why would I date my sister?"

"Sister?"

"Ladybug and I consider each other siblings in all but blood."

"Everything between us is simply platonic, not even close to romantic.” Ladybug answered after Chat.

“Then why would the whole of Paris believe you to be soulmates?” She may be good at hiding her pain, but the question must have made her react slightly, or Chat knew how sensitive the topic was to her.

“We aren’t soulmates, not the bonded ones that everyone thinks of.” He began. “We are the holders of the black cat and ladybug respectively because our souls resonate with the miraculous. Sure, they are two parts of a whole, but we are practically twins, two halves of coin. She is the sister I choose, she is my partner, and that is our relationship.”

“He’s completely right, now I think it’s time for us to start our patrol, BugOut!” Her smile now in place and their excuse to leave perfectly timed and respectful they made their exit.

They went on their patrol as normal, except just as they arrived at the Eiffel Tower to end the patrol. She was about to land on the platform when a searing pain flashed and radiating affecting her entire body blinding her momentarily. A single moment caused her to collapse on the tower landing, crumpling on the platform.

“LB!” Her breath came out in short bursts, she was clutching her upper arm eyes squeezed shut. This was the worst it has ever happened before, and she wanted it to end. As soon as the cause of pain came it disappeared. Leaving only the memory and a phantom pain.

"Just give me a minute." She slowly got her breathing under control, starting to get accustomed to the new level of pain.

"You weren't kidding that is the worst I’ve ever seen you hurt."

"Yeah not fun."

---

A month after that her mark burned again. This time during class. The teachers knew she would randomly stop due to pain, but they were told they were random migraines. To the point Mari would hold her head and rub her arm to sooth herself, while playing up a headache. Adrien stayed back after the class let out." You know you don't always need to put on a brave face Bugaboo."

Her attention snapped to him. "Well it's easier than constantly answering questions Kitty." She figured quickly.

Sure, they found out one another's identity, but that worked in their favor. After Tikki got sick, Fu started training Mari, and after a month Marinette was given guardianship. Fu still hasn’t lost his memories because Mari let Wayzz stay with him, for the time being, he eventually returns it to Mari in order to move on with his life, his memories fading gradually.

When Adrien got his hands on the grimoire, he of course showed it to Marinette.

“Kitty I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think your dad might be Hawkmoth.” This seemed to perfect for him to have without him being a villain.

“I know, but…”

“Adrien is there any motive anything that might be what he would wish for?”

“My mom. Dad closed himself off when she disappeared. I bet he would wish for her back.”

“Okay, so I’m going to be blunt okay.” He nodded. “So, if your mom is dead there isn’t anything that can be done without the wish, meaning at least one other person is dying.”

“So…”

“But if she is anything but.” She flipped through the grimoire recalling the studies she’s did with Fu. “There are ways we can find or even heal her.”

“This is all riding on an if.” He looked unsure as if this was too much to accept.

“Do you trust me?”

“If I didn’t, I would have turned tail and run a long time ago.”

“You dork.” She lightly shoved him, but he swayed dramatically.

“You two are close.” The new student in their class came up to them.

“Lila, right?”

“That’s right.” She answered sickly sweet, almost fake. “Are you two soulmates by any chance?”

“No.” Adrien answered. “Why?”

“You’re Adrien Agreste! Why would you be in public school?” She finally seemed to recognize.

“Let’s just say it’s a bit of rebellion.” He chuckled.

“We’re still on for video games, right?” She brought up to end the conversation seeing that Adrien was getting uncomfortable.

“Your winning streak is going down.” He announced.

“You want to join us, Lila?” She offered.

“Why?”

“Because your new and I want to get to know you.” Marinette answered honestly.

“Why?”

“Because we know you lied but still want to know you, the real you.” Adrien added.

“Why?” She asked suspiciously now.

“Question! Is it a felony to kidnap her to play video games, have snacks, get to know her, then let her go?”

“Well the kidnapping part is but if she goes willingly, I call that a hangout session.” Adrien mused.

“True, true.” She hummed. “So, what do you say, because now I am determined to get to know you.”

“Wh…”

“Kidnapping it is.” Adrien decided and grabbed the new girl’s wrist pulling her out of the library. Mari picking up their bags.

Lila herself wasn’t too bad once she started telling the truth, lying is a coping mechanism she created, because she is constantly moving schools, cities, and even countries. She is pretty interesting when she isn’t exaggerating. She was on a Hollywood movie set, but she was there on accident, she was looking for the bathroom in a restaurant and they were filming there that day. She did save a kitten on a tarmac once, but one it wasn’t Jagged Stones, it was a kitten who spooked out of their carrier and rushed down the stairs. Lila dove and caught it before it could leave the passenger unloading area to get the tram to the airport. (Some small airports unload passengers in a certain area of the tarmac and either shuttle them to the building or have a sectioned of walkway that is cleared for passengers, to walk back in only.)

After almost two hours Lila left for home when Adrien’s father called, and he was angry. Together she and Adrien ran back to the Agreste Mansion.

“Adrien!” Gabriel came out disheveled and slightly panicked. “And Miss Dupain-Cheng.” He slightly composed himself.

“Sorry I kept him.” She apologized. “He showed me this really cool book and you know how it is when inspiration hits.”

“Ah yes the inspiring fashion designer friend.” Adrien had walked up and handed his father the grimoire.

“It’s quite an interesting spell book.”

“You can read it?”

“Yes, I can. (Come on out little butterfly.)” Nooroo flew out from his hiding spot. “Hello kwamii of transmission and to you as well Hawkmoth.” She was calm deathly calm.

“How?!” Gabriel growled.

“Calm down. I have a question for you first. You want the jewels used by Ladybug and Chat Noir, why?”

“Would my answer change your plan of action to urn me into authorities and to the heroes?”

“My response may change, but you’ll have to answer to find out.”

“My wife wielder the peacock miraculous, it is broken, and she fell ill, and is in a comatose state.”

“Ah! So here is what is going to happen.” She took the grimoire from Gabriel and flipped over pages. “There is a way to revive her without resorting to using the wish.”

“How do you know this?”

She simply smiled. “You mind gathering these ingredients please Adrien?” She text him a list.

“Sure.”

“How do I know that this isn’t a ruse?”

“One I hate liars, and two because all magic has a cost, and this way is less than if you were to use the wish.”

“What do you mean cost?”

“Just like using your transformation wears on the kwamii, and the power affects your limit. Magic has its cost. The wish because it will always rewrite reality, the price is steep. Bringing back one life means you lose at minimum one other person from your life most likely more.”

“And this?”

“From what I understand. Everyone involved in the spell will have their energies deprecated so they will sleep for a day to a week.”

“Randomly?”

“No, the more people the less each person sleeps.”

“Here they are!” Adrien burst back in the room.

“Do you have the peacock miraculous?” Gabriel nodded. “Okay we’ll need that first, so lead the way to the kitchen.” Both men shuffled confused. “You do know where the kitchen is right?”

“Um well find it eventually.” Adrien chuckled. They were lucky and form it easily and Gabriel left while she and Adrien began to individually brew two separate potions. Adrien the more complex one for his mother’s revival. And she did the simpler one to fix the miraculous. Sue her Adrien is the better one in chemistry, sure he can’t cook to save himself, but he has a gift for chem, and Tikki help her she will teach him to cook. It’s practically edible chemistry, right?!

She took the Brock from Gabriel and fixed it, allowing Duusu out. “Okay so who is going to do this?”

“We will,” Adrien answered for himself and his Father, who nodded.

“Please let be help as well.” Miss Sancoeur offered.

Nooroo, Duusu, Tikki, and Plagg (they came out of hiding now) came to her. “We can help.”

She nodded and saw that Gabriel and Natalie were staring wide eyed between her and Adrien. She thought she heard Natalie say, ‘That explains so much’ but she isn’t sure.

Long story short they were able to wake up Emile, but she took back the peacock and butterfly, leaving Plagg with Adrien. Funnily enough the Agreste’s became a second family to her, once Gabriel finally grasped how to be a father. They told Paris that they had found Hawkmoth, but he would be tried by the order of Miraculous, meaning he would be stripped of the gem and his memories of the miraculous erased. It was a lie but Tikki told her that was what would have happened. There was some outcry, but they explained that they would have no recollection of it, and it wouldn’t make sense to try them.

The next few years of her life were blissfully normal, aside from the fact she had a contract under the Gabriel brand as the designer MDC, who was also endorsed by Style Queen. Chloe isn’t as bad as she puts on when she isn’t masking the hurt of being constantly ignored and bought by her parents.

- - -

It wasn’t until she was twenty-two and accompanying Adrien to a Wayne charity gala, one he didn’t want to go alone and two she was invited anyways, Chloe, Kagami, and Luka were also there on their own merits and invitations so they all stuck relatively together. Since arriving there Marinette was a constant pain, her arm burned and ached, but she forced herself to simply breathe and tried her hardest to push it out of her mind. But her luck wouldn’t hold, three hours into the event she was approached by who she recognized as Bruce Wayne, the host of the gala, and a woman to his left, the pain was almost unbearable the closer the two approached. Her friends noticed, they knew what her pain actually meant, as she opened up to them about it after a while, but she grit her teeth and tried to push through it.

“Mr. Agreste, Miss Bourgeois It is good to see you both again.” Bruce Wayne acknowledged. “It’s nice to meet all of you as well, Bruce Wayne.” He introduced to the rest, shaking hands. “And this is a good friend of mine.”

“Diana Prince.” She also went to shake everyone’s hands and had left Marinette for the last. The moment their hands touched she almost crumpled, she shrunk back and into Adrien and Chloe. “Is she okay?”

“Diana?” Bruce pointed towards her upper arm, the mark most of them overlooked before was now complete and glowing lightly. What Marinette remembered was that there was her yo-yo string and a golden rope that she only saw once before on her own arm. She felt sick, Diana was staring at her now, she recognized that Marinette was her soulmate.

“Melody?” Luka now stepped up.

“I want to leave.” She answered flatly.

“You are…”

She completely turned away, but by now her friends knew what was going on and were glaring at Diana. “I want to leave, now.” She repeated.

“Come on bug, let’s get you away from… this.” He threw a look at Diana, who was looking confused and seemingly alarmed.

The other three were putting as much space as they could between their friend and who is unknowingly causing her pain.

“Please is she alright?” Diana asked stepping forward barely grazing her hand covering her mark. This time it felt as if the skin itself was burning and stung almost like it was being pricked over and over and over again.

“Don’t touch me and stay away from me.” On the outside she looks clam and relaxed, but her voice was soft and raw, her eyes burned in pain. “You and that completed mark can stay far from me.”

“Luka, Kagami mind taking her back to the house?” The two in question led her away and once a safe distance away she broke down in tears, sobbing from the pain she was biting down.

- - -

The two that stayed were simultaneously glaring at her and watching their friends leave the gala.

“Is she alright?” Bruce finally bole the tension.

“As soon as she is far enough away from her.” The girl, Chloe, snapped at her. “Now that we know who is the the person causing her pain, we can keep her from them.” She snapped towards her, but it was a slap to Diana.

“I don’t follow. We are…”

“Soulmates, yeah we figured.” Adrien this time spoke.

“They why would she want to leave, without speaking?”

“One one in a million people are in pain when they are close to their soulmates.” Adrien spoke calmly but stoically. “No one knows why.” He began to fidget with a ring on hi# finger, she couldn’t recall if she saw any jewelry on her soulmate, Marinette, but she has a suspicion. After all she feels similar to her Mother’s aura and presence, that of a Ladybug.

“You are wrong. There is an explanation, but only a few know why that is.” She feels certain that she knows what this is.

“Let me guess you know why.” Chloe remarked, sarcastically and unamused.

“Allow me to explain this another time and place, as this is neither.”

“Fine call this number at noon est tomorrow.” Adrien handed her a phone number and the two turned and left.

“Diana?” Bruce snapped her attention. “What was that about?” He was still calm and collected but she knew he would be the one to ask, figuring out what was the next step, what had the best options of success.

“Magic.”

- - -

The next day she called the number and she was invited to a video call by the recipient. It turned out to be Marinette.

“Hello Diana.” Her voice was not cold but it was emotionless, as if she was forced into this conversation. Granted she did think she would be speaking with Adrien and Chloe.

“I never wanted to harm you, I swear that on the river Styx.” she began but before she could continue Marinette cut in.

“Let’s be clear, I don’t care about your apologies. I just want to know why this is happening and how to either get rid of it or to never have contact with you in any way or proximity.”

“I am apologizing because this is known as the curse of the ladybug and black cat.” She saw the young woman tense at that. “The reason I know of this is from by Mother, Queen Hippolyta Of the Amazon’s.” She allowed that to sink in and the other woman allowed her to drop her defense, nodding to what is said.

“When you say the curse of the ladybug and black cat what do you mean by that?”

“True souls of the miraculous, when in their life they come into contract with their given gems, cause a reaction.” Diana explained. “For the ladybug they receive the pain of their soulmate through their marks. Which is what I assume is going on.”

“Yes you’re right, but this has been going ever since I could remember.”

“Call it what you will fate, destiny, but you were always going to wield the ladybug jewel, that is why the curse manifested itself.”

“What about the black cat?”

“I am unsure, the black cat of my Mother’s time died before meeting their soulmate, but I would assume it would be similar to our situation.”

“Then how do we solve this?”

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[baekhypnotized]

☆— [two]

summary: Baekhyun is just a man who doesn’t believe in romance as much as Byul, who is trying to give herself to him. But day by day, he will soon realize that her fleeting actions are breaking down his cold-hearted brick wall, no matter if it takes her a million years.

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Throughout the first class, I couldn’t bring myself to focus on the lesson as my eyes unconsciously land on him. Why on Earth does he need to sit at the very front seat? He didn't even bother introducing himself when he enters the lecture hall; simply ignoring the lecturer like he has all the power in the world to be rude to her. But watching as he interacts with the girl sitting beside him, I have a feeling they must have been close to each other. Friends? Lovers? I can hear hushes coming from the two of them as he leans close to her, watching as he makes her giggle so loud although it doesn't seem like she is trying to stifle it down. Almost the entire class glanced at their direction, probably wondering what's with the two people in front being disrespectful in the middle of a lesson. 

When our one and only class ends, we start to pack our stuff and get ready to leave the university. 

“Do you want to join us for lunch at the Seoul Diner?” Soomin asks me and at the same time, I dig out my phone from the bag, noticing that I received a text message from Senior Hana. She informs me that Dahyun is taking an emergency leave because she’s down with the flu. Seems like I need to take over her shift for the evening.

"Nope, sorry. Change of plans," I wiggle my phone to her, knowing she'll understand me. She sighs exasperatedly while Sehun who is standing beside her is already laughing.

“I’ll make it up to you guys,” I pack the last thing into my bag. “I promise.” 

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Don’t skip your dinner and come back home straight after your shift ends,” she commands, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. 

Breaking the hug that lasts long for a minute, I look over to Sehun this time. “Take care of yourself guys. Don’t do anything weird when I’m not around.” Glaring straight into his eyes as Sehun chortles before he nods. I laugh right after warning them because I’m definitely joking. 

I bid them goodbye and walk to the door slowly. Sneakily, I glance towards his direction; he is still talking to the same girl of whom I have already forgotten her name. The girl is still laughing, probably to his lame jokes. Then I realise, he is sitting too close to her with his hand already landed on top of hers.

The guy suddenly turns to look at my direction, focusing on me. Busted! I fluster from where I stand and quickly leave the lecture hall because I think he notices me staring at him, at them. Focusing back on my tracks to the nearest public transport, I walk down through the hallway to leave the university compound. 

“Hanbyul!” 

I stop in my tracks as I hear my name being called. I turn around to look at the caller, only to feel my heart drop as I see that it is him again. The guy walks towards where I’m standing, smirking even as he pants slightly, looking a little out of his breath.

“You’re the one who works at the cafe, right?” He scans me from the above my head, down to my feet and it creeps me out. “Yeah, I’m right.” He clicks his tongue loud and clear.

I don’t answer him, staying silent as I wonder why he even remembers me and most importantly, what does he want from me?

“Where are you going next?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary to tell you where I’m going,” Fixing my grip on my tote bag, I turn around to continue walking. I can hear him chuckles and it makes me slightly blushing. He, however, decides to go the extra mile to stop me from walking away. He stands in front of me as if blocking my way, his hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans.

“I’m assuming that you’re going to the cafe, right?” He asks—assumes, the smug smile is still etched on his handsome face. “Why don’t I walk you there, hm?” He offers, tilting his head a little, his eyes sparkling.

I stare at him for a second longer, just another second, before I shake my head, refusing his invitation. The male, however, doesn’t seem too pleased with my refusal, I notice his brows furrowing for a moment before it is replaced by the same smug look.

“Well, I’m about to get coffee anyway and your boss most definitely won’t appreciate you for turning down a customer.” He plasters a triumphant smile this time, when he notices my stunned expression, obviously taken aback by his words. He then walks away with a smirk, leading the way to the cafe without waiting for my answer. 

I sigh quietly and follow him from behind. Just a cup of coffee and he will leave you alone.

Once I arrived at the cafe, I head straight to the staff room to wear the apron, as usual. Tying my hair into a ponytail, I get back to the front and begin to brew his coffee. This time, it’s iced americano. Grabbing an empty glass, I fill it with ice cubes and cold water. Then, I pour the espresso shots into it and take out the lemon cake to cut into a slice. I am grateful that the cafe during Monday isn’t chaotic like weekends. After transferring the lemon cake onto a saucer plate, I place a fresh slice of lemon on top of it for the final touch.

Just like yesterday, he’s expecting me to send his orders to him. The same seat, the same table as yesterday. The lemon cake and the iced americano are arranged properly on the tray as I carry it over to his table. 

“Here’s your lemon cake and iced americano,” I place the tray carefully on the table. He is looking at me expectantly with his arms crossed.

He only hums and grabs his drinks as he begins to sip his beverage. I assume that he’s satisfied with his desserts seeing that he doesn’t give any remark. Suddenly the chime above the door rings,  I automatically blurt the greeting. “Good evening!” 

I rush back to the counter, leaving the male at his table. The new customer recites her order before I key it into the system. After the transactions, I prepare her orders as quickly as possible, without wasting any time. One frappuccino and one almond latte. It takes me around 5 minutes to prepare the drinks and place them into the carrier before passing it to her with a wide smile. “Thank you and enjoy your drinks!”

As my eyes follow her movements leaving the cafe, I feel his stare burning through my skin. He is still holding the cup in one hand, sitting in ways you can describe as arrogant like he’s the boss. At every movement I make, I can feel his eyes following me, observing me. I try to ignore him by going to an empty table to clean it up. Gathering all the used plates and utensils on the tray, I walk back to the counter but before I get there, he calls for me. 

“Hey,” he calls.

I stop and turn around to check on him, to see if he needs something from me as a customer, “Yes?”

He drops the fork after taking a bite of the lemon cake, his eyes looking right into mine. “Would you mind to sit with me for a minute?” He questions.

“Sorry but I’m bu-”

“Just a minute,” he cuts me off smoothly.

I gulp a lump in my throat and stealing a glance around the cafe. Since there are only a few people in the cafe, I slowly sit in front of him with the tray placed on my lap. None of us is saying anything for a moment, leaving me to fidget in my seat. But then he takes a breath,  finally deciding to talk.

“I would like to ask you…  for a date,” he confesses.

It is so sudden that I can feel my heart leaping out of my ribcage. I have never been asked for a date, this is literally the first time ever. I have never really considered dating a guy like him before. Dating is not my priority back then because I am more inclined to get my stable career first before thinking of dating someone. So obviously I won’t know what to do, how I should react.

I fidget in my seat, looking down at the tray instead of him. He is still waiting for my answer, looking at me expectantly when I look back up. Taking a deep breath, I pick up my courage and look at him in the eyes, “I don’t think so.”

The smug expression on his face is now gone, replaced by a look of surprise. He surely has never been rejected before. He lets out a cough, carding his fingers through his black hair, revealing some hues of grey as they hit the light coming from the window.

“And why is that?” he asks, leaning forward over the table.

“I don’t even know your name,” I retort, hoping to sound as stern. I’m not wrong, though. He came late to our class and didn’t even bother to introduce himself. I know he’s a Mr Byun now since I heard Mdm. Lee calling him that, but that’s literally it.

“If I tell you my name, will you agree to go out on a date with me?”

I stay silent when he stares straight into my eyes with his shimmering orbs. He waits for my answer eagerly with his index finger tapping on his shining silver wristwatch. He’s good looking face makes me wonder what’s his name.

“Probably yes.” 

He beams brightly with his eyebrows quirking upwards.

“But I barely have time for a date so I’m not sure when we can go out.”

“I probably can ask your boss to give you a longer break. Only for the date.” He grins and winks his right eye cunningly that makes me scoff silently.

“You cannot do that,” I say to him with a stern voice. 

“Oh, darling, you don’t know what I can do to go for a date with you,” he answers me, sounding so confident, leaving me with no room to retort. Something about his tone is making my stomach churn, but not in a negative way. 

He stands up and checks on the time at his wristwatch. “I need to go now, but it’s a deal right?” 

I quickly got up from the chair, carrying the tray in my hands. I bite my lips as he comes closer, his face just a few inches away from mine. I couldn’t bring myself to reply to him when he smiles, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Even after taking a deep breath, with our faces so close to each other, I can only manage a small nod.

The smile on his face grows wider upon hearing my answer. “Perfect!” He says. 

He starts to leave the cafe after giving me one last smile. My eyes stick to his figure leaving the door and I just realised, he doesn’t tell his name yet. I place the tray on the table and walk to catch up to him. 

“You still owe me your name.”

He stops in his tracks from pushing the door open, turning around to look at me with amusement written on his face. He steps closer to me and passes me a tissue that leaves me clueless. 

“It’s Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun.”

Right after the cafe close at 10 pm, I clean and rearrange everything at the right place before getting ready to go back home. When I’m about to take out my phone from the pouch of my apron, I remember about the tissue. So I take it out to look at it once again. 

He gave me his number. What should I do with it?

I keep the tissue into the pocket of my jeans and head to the staff room, hanging my apron by the wall. I bid goodbye to my other colleagues and switch off the lights in the cafe before leaving the cafe. 

Tonight, it’s a chilly night. It’s a bad idea for not bringing any hoodie to the university because I didn’t expect to take over Dahyun’s shift. Since the train station is just 10 minutes away from here, I guess I’ll just hold onto the coldness. 

I walk down the street walk while mesmerising the stars shimmering brightly. Maybe, there’s a reason why the named ‘Byul’ meant to be a star. I breathe in the fresh air and pulls out my phone from my bag. Checking the notifications that appear, two from them are from Soomin and one from my mom. 

Suddenly, a loud honk makes me jump on the spot with shocks. I turn around to detect where does it comes from and there’s a black Audi car stops by the street. The driver rolls down the window and peeks his head to look at me. 

“Wanna have a ride?” He invites. 

“It’s okay, Baekhyun. Thank you for inviting.” I continue my walk as he drives his car slowly, following me from beside.

“Oh come on, it’s already late, Hanbyul.” Baekhyun comments. I sigh and turn around to look at him. He once again stops the car.

“It’s dangerous for a young, pretty woman like you walk alone at night. Who knows something bad wil-” He continues to make me scared so I cut him off.

“Okay fine!” I sigh in frustration, surrendering myself to him. Baekhyun smiles to me as he unlocks the door for me. I get into the passenger seat before admiring the luxury interior design of his car. 

“Use the GPS and key in your address,” Baekhyun commands. 

I avert my gaze to look at him, “Just send me to the nearest train station. I’ll be fine.”

“I insist to send you home, Hanbyul. Or I’ll drop you off at the corner of your neighbourhood. Sounds good?” He finally gives me an option and I nod my head as I type my address in his GPS. Baekhyun continues his driving towards the destination. I sit on the leather seat uncomfortably because the environment in the car throughout the journey is so awkward and silence. I sneakily glance on him driving the car focus and yet, he looks so dashing. 

He drops me off like I wanted to, the corner of my neighbourhood. “Thank you, Baekhyun for driving me here.”

“No problem. It’s a small matter.” I reply to him with a soft smile stretch on my face as I unbuckle the seatbelt and before I get to open the door, he stops me, “Text me when you arrive home safely.” 

I turn around for the last time and I nod to him before leaving his car. Baekhyun speeds his car leaving me alone as I walk to my apartment with confused feelings. Unlocking the door, I go straight to my room without greeting Soomin who is currently watching the television while waiting for me. 

“Byul, what’s wrong?” Soomin follows me to my room and asks me when she sees me lying on my bed restlessly. 

“Nothing... Just tired.” I murmur.

“Well well, take a quick shower and go to sleep. We have a class at 10 am tomorrow.” Soomin informs me as a grunt from me followed by. She chuckles before leaving my room. I remember about Baekhyun asking me to text him once I arrived but should I?

I grab my phone and the tissue in my pocket as I rethink my choices. In the end, I punch in his number into my phone and add his contact. I breathe in deeply before opening a new conversation.

[Byul]: hey, it’s me. i arrived safely and thank you once again for sending me back.

[Baekhyun]: hey, me. who are you?

I chuckle to his lame joke and reply to his text.

[Byul]: ha ha. funny. it’s hanbyul!

[Baekhyun]: aahh! it’s you. glad that you arrived in good condition.

[Byul]: yeah, thanks to you though. have you arrive home yet?

[Baekhyun]: well, I need to drop by and meet someone. need to go and talk to you later.

[Byul]: oh okay then. 

Charging the phone on the bedside table, I prepare myself to sleep, a quick shower and grabbing a pair of pyjamas to wear. I lay back on the comfy bed and before I let myself drift into sleep, I check my phone for any messages. There’s one from him that makes my heart skips a beat.

[Baekhyun]: goodnight, hanbyul.

[spencer-is-amazing]

Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Word Length: 2k~

Warnings: None

Chapter 1: The End (x)

Chapter 2: The Beginning (x)

Chapter 3: Purple or Grey 

Also posted on my Ao3 account! (x)

Wilhemina Venable lead Timothy, Emily and Julie through a tall tunnel that let to an open area, lit by a large fire that showed off just how massive the downstairs was.

Timothy inquired as to whether it was a fall out shelter, and Venable responded in a bleak tone, “It is now. For many years it served as an exclusive boys school.”

Julie was tempted to ask what kind of boy’s school was this deep underground and this strangely creepy, but Emily beat her to it, “What kind of boys school is subterranean?”

“The Cooperative, to whom we owe our eternal gratitude, took ownership and converted it once they realized what was coming.”

“The Cooperative knew the bombs were gonna drop and they didn’t make more? Try to save more people?” One look from Venable had Julie shutting her mouth.

“The Cooperative has plans far beyond the temporary cleansing fire of the bomb.” She led them through the main room downstairs, going through another passageway that led to a spiraled set of stairs. Julie would’ve been amazed under any other circumstances at the neat architecture.

“The Cooperative is not made up of nations or armies.” She paused at the base of the spiral. “It is a collection of the dozen greatest minds mankind has to offer. The visionaries.”

Julie couldn’t help herself, “Are you apart of the Cooperative?”

Venable ignored Julie’s question, and truthfully Julie hadn’t expected an answer, in turn explained exactly why they were there. She said technology was the problem, had led people to believe that they were equal, and it made Julie uneasy.

Venable sounded like one of those radicals who still believed in slavery and segregation and from the way there were people dressed in grey cleaning the floors, this would be a very uncomfortable lifestyle. Who even decided who got live in luxury and who scrubbed the toilets? Venable? The Cooperative?

She led the three of them into one room, “You are a purple.” The three of them were confused as Venable opened up a closet full of Victoria style purple dresses.

“The elite, the worthy.” Venable pierced Julie with a glare. “Those chosen to survive.”

Emily walked into the closet and pulled out a purple coat, scoffing at its ugliness. “I’m supposed to wear this shit?”

“In the Outpost, everyone must know their place.” Once again, she met Julie’s eyes. “The purple’s wear purple, the Grey’s, Grey.”

“Who are the Grey’s?” Venable called them the worker ants and said that they were here to serve, claiming they were grateful for the opportunity. It made her stomach turn to hear another human speak about others in such a degrading way.

Venable led Timothy to his room; closet full of purple suits and said much of the same that had been said to Emily before stepping out, leaving Julie alone with her. It was an awkward few minutes of silence.

“Am I a purple too?”

Venable’s face flickered in the light of the candle, “If it were up to me, you would have been left to the blast.” The terrifying woman tapped her cane twice. “If it were up to me, you’d be a grey.”

Julie held her breath, lungs whimpering for air but fear kept her still. Would she really throw her out?

“But lucky for you, the Cooperative is responsible for your survival. Now come, you should get settled in.”

The only sound that echoed through the underground cavern was Venable’s cane, taking her to a room that was much out of place from the others, as well as much larger. It felt so foreign, like attaching a prosthetic limb that was much more deserving of someone else.

There was a queen sized bed, a roaring fireplace, a massive closet which most likely held more purple clothes, and three couches that looked great for leisuring. But how did one leisuring when the world had burned and there were people deemed under her nose. It made her sick to be given all this.

Venable was on her way out when she spoke up, “The house rules are simple; you will address me as Ms. Venable, you may never leave the building and if you do you will not be allowed back inside.”

Venable tapped her cane, “Copulation of any kind is forbidden.” Not allowing sex in the end of times was pretty fucked.

“We dress for dinner, you’ll find your dinner wear on the left side of the armoire. Cocktails in the music room at 6:30, be prompt.”

She slid the door open; “There’s no excuse for tardiness when there’s nothing to do.” Julie flinched when the door slammed shut, eyes watering and lip trembling.

So this was her life now; living in Outpost 3 under the cruel thumb of Ms. Venable, following her rules and never seeing the cold light of day again. No one could blame her for wetting her pillow with tears.

~

Julie March left her room at 6:20, donned in a purple dress that belonged more in a 19th century novel than in 2020, but at least it was comfy so she couldn’t complain. A grey was a few feet away from her door and led her to the lounge hall, never making eye contact or speaking a word.

It was unsettling to say the least. But even worse were the people she was greeted to in the lounge area.

There was Gallant, a white haired flamboyant man-child who hated the repetitive song on the radio and had a liking for Coco’s hair, as well as being Evie’s grandson. And as for Evie, she was a bitter old woman who thought she deserved this so called ‘Salvation’ because she attended the Oscars with Natalie Wood.

There wasn’t much to say about the others; A white guy named Stu laid in the arms of his lover who’s name she still didn’t know, and a grey named Mallory complained to Coco that she deserved to be a purple.

Emily and Timothy came in after her and sat close, staring at the each other. So this was the end of the world, the last of civilization in one neat little box.

Gallant was making a fuss over Coco’s strange up do, and once more complaining about the song on the radio that played 24/7 and never changed or stopped.

A middle aged black woman who introduced herself as Dinah Stevens came near Timothy and tried to make conversation, while Gallant moved from Coco to asking Emily if anything was happening outside.

“It’s all gone. Everything.” None of them looked shocked, aside from Stu who couldn’t believe the word was dead in just two weeks.

Dinner was an awkward affair consisting of gelatin cubes with enough nutrients to keep the body alive, and conversation that made her want to tear her hair out. At least until Gallant grew brave enough to address her, as no one else had.

“So why do you get a special room? Everyone else is on the second floor but I saw you come from downstairs. In fact, what makes you a purple and not a grey?”

Gallant must have realized he was being to forward and backtracked, “Not trying to insult you or anything-“

Stu muttered “too late” and Gallant shot him a look before addressing her again, “I’m not saying you don’t deserve to be purple cause this whole system of who does and doesn’t is fucked in the ass, but just like, why you? I could do so much more with a bigger room.”

A lot of questions from a small-minded idiot, but she wasn’t mean enough to say that aloud. “To be honest, it’s just as surprising to you as it is to me. “ There wasn’t much else to say, so she stayed quiet, ignoring Evie’s glare at her side.

Julie used her fork to cut up her cube in four pieces, eating each one as slow as she could, even if the hunger was gnawing at her gut. A laugh nearly erupted when Coco ate hers in one bite and complained aloud that she wanted more.

“Fuck this bullshit!” Julie wanted to snort as Coco stood and spoke to the whole table, “With all the thought that went into this place, they don’t have a single bag of Pirate’s Booty in the pantry? For a hundred million dollars a ticket, I expect goddam Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen cooking us real food!”

Julie dropped her head when Ms. Venable came into sight, cane clacking on the ground. It was no shocker when she slapped Coco clean across the face, but the thing that did shock Julie was the short stout woman who was next to Ms. Venable.

It was akin to being slapped herself; she knew her.

At least, she thinks she did. Julie bites her lip in irritation, as she can’t place just where she’s seen here. It was like knocking on your own front door but no one answers, or like an autobiography with empty pages.

Her eyes closed and she traveled through her thoughts, avoiding all the happy memories of life before two weeks ago, and it was as if there was a fog in her brain, scrambling a few certain things she so desperately wanted to see.

“Are we boring you?”

Her eyes jolted open to find the whole table watching her, though the short stout woman was the one who had spoken to her. Julie shook her head and the stout woman gave her a soft smile that made her feel like a kid again.

Ms. Venable spoke of a carrier pigeon that had come, a message stating the there were in fact three other Outposts, but they had been overrun. That life outside these walls was nothing more than rotting corpses and hungry cannibals. They were it.

It was stomach curling to hear that after only two weeks like had all but been destroyed outside these walls; that there was nothing out there was cannibals and, she quotes, ‘canker puss monsters.’ Julie hoped she would never have to meet them.

A few other people walked in, dressed in black, and the tallest one leaned down to whisper in the stout woman’s ear.

“We have a problem.”

They had taken Stu and Gallant, claims of them having radiation spikes and Julie only assumed they were dead. They’d been allowed to leave after the two men had been dragged away, and Julie nearly vomited up her cube, but knew it would only hurt her in the long run.

She changed into her nightwear and paced the room, fire reflecting shapes on the wall. It was too early for sleep, and talking to the others would be as bad as being alone. There were no books in here and asking Ms. Venable if there was a library seemed too scary an option.

Were they supposed to do this for the next 18 months until they ran out of food, then what? Starve? Go crazy?

A sorrow filled chuckle filled the room but she refused to shed any more tears. It was acceptance or die.

A knock on the door brought her from her reverie, and Julie quickly slid it open, brows furrowing in confusion when no one was on the other side. Who the hell ding dong ditched in a damn fallout shelter?

“Hello?” There were no Grey’s, no Purple’s, no one. She was stepping back in when a flash from the corner of her eye had her sharply turning to the left, eyes widening at what she saw a few feet away.

It was a body covered in black latex, head to toe and in a pose that felt insanely nauseatingly threatening. “Can I help you?”

The figure stood there and this was something out of a horror movie to be honest. Only she would stand and talk to whatever the hell it was. “Hey!”

She yelled for it when the figure turned and walked away. Julie looked around, was she supposed to follow him? Or was this just some trick they were all playing on her for shits and giggles? This was such a scenario that you saw in movies like Scream, where you’re yelling for the girl to run away from the killer, but in Julie’s case, death might be better than life at Outpost 3.

With one last look at the much too large and painfully clean room, she closed the door and followed the figure.

Thanks for reading!

[kpop-khh-writer-trash]

Escape

*GIF ISN’T MINE.*

WARNINGS: Violence and swearing.

Summary: After five years, you finally escape from a shit situation. Lucky for you, you have Yoongi on your side. 

Word count: I lost track, sorry <3

***PLEASE KNOW THAT IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW IS IN A VIOLENT SITUATION, THERE IS HELP!!! YOU’RE NOT ALONE!!!***

You're not even sure how the hell this fight started. When it comes down to it, it never really matters how it started anyway. It was going to end the same way, it always did. You curled into a ball crying and begging him to stop. Unfortunately for you, your begging fell on deaf ears. He was so overcome with anger, that he couldn't hear you. He would continue with the beating until he felt you had "learned your lesson." After what feels like forever he finally gets off you and walks out of the apartment without a single glance your way. You laid there not wanting to move, knowing that when you did, it was going to hurt like a bitch. After half an hour,  a few pep talks and the help of the wall, you were finally able to make your way to your bathroom. Not bothering to look at your reflection you stripped out of your clothes and got into a hot shower. The water stung a little more than it normally did, you knew it was going to be bad.  Standing in front of the mirror, you decided it was time to look at the damage he had done and wipe the steam from the mirror. Looking at yourself, you're not sure if you want to cry from how angry you are or because of the way you look. The blood was now gone thanks to the shower but the blue, black and purple marks that littered your skin, were hands down the worst he had ever done. You had always been scared to pack up and leave your boyfriend because of the fear of what he would do when he found you. Holding on to the counter, taking everything in, you couldn't help but say "fuck it" and go start packing. You grabbed everything you felt that you would need and threw it all in your bag. Walking through the apartment, you realize just how broken and empty it is and has been for the past five years. Gathering your keys, phone, wallet, and bags. You double check you have everything as your eyes fell on Dylan, your dog, still in the carrier where your boyfriend had put him so he wouldn't attack him while he was attacking you. Getting him out of the cage, putting the leash on him and picking everything back up and walking out. After walking for about fifteen minutes, you realize you have nowhere to go. Your family lives eight hours away, not that they would care to begin with and you don't exactly have friends. The only place you could go is your studio. Checking your phone "2:02 am" you read out loud. No one would be there, tomorrow is Saturday, if anyone did come in they wouldn't be there until after 12. Another ten-minute walk and you're unlocking the main door and turning the alarm system off and resetting it. Walking into your studio, you notice that your sunbae had cleaned up after himself this time. You were beyond grateful for him doing that. You set everything down and sit on the couch at the events of tonight finally hit you! You made a promise to yourself when the abuse stated that you weren't going to waste your tears on him and until now you had stayed true to your word. You let yourself cry and cry until you felt you had nothing left. It was after 4 am by the time you laid down with Dylan laying at the foot of the couch, guarding you. For the first time in five years, you rested well.

You woke to Dylan growling into the dark. Turning on the small lamp,, you notice you and Dylan are still the only ones in the room and the door to your studio is still locked. After shushing him, you just sit there and listen to your worst fear as it was coming true. Your boyfriends' voice echoes through the hall getting closer to the room that you're in!

"I fucking know your dumbass is in here! You think you can run from me and get away with it?" He yells out as he gets closer to your studio.

"Please don't find me!" You whisper between you and Dylan.

"Hey, you! How the hell did you get in here and why are you yelling?" Your ears perk up at the sound of Yoongi's voice. You can tell he was fixing to enter the studio from how close his voice is.

"No No No! I won't let him hurt anyone because of me!" You fear for Yoongi as you jumped up and run for the door before your brain could stop you.

"It's none of your goddamn business how I got in here or why I'm yelling!" Your boyfriend yells at Yoongi.

Before Yoongi could respond, you rip the door open and put yourself in between your boyfriend and Yoongi. Unfortunately for you, it was your jaw that your boyfriend's fist collided with instead of Yoongi's like he had planned. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that. You fell to the floor from the force of the hit, holding your face. Your boyfriend bent down and began to spit in your face and who knows what else, only to have Yoongi pull you out of his grasp before he could do any more damage than he already had.

"You stupid son of a bitch! The fucking cops are on their way!" Yoongi yelled in your boyfriend's face but he didn't seem to care. He was still focused on you.

"This isn't over you bitch! This fucking prick won't always be around! You might want to watch..." Your boyfriend's threat was interrupted as Yoongi's fist made a connection with his jaw, knocking him to the ground.

"Look you ignorant fuck! You don't get to threaten Y/N in front of me or ever again for that matter!" Yoongi spat into your boyfriend's face as he leaned over him.

When the police arrived, they took one look at you and arrested your boyfriend. You sat in Yoongis chair and explained the last five years of your life to a room full of police, while the paramedics made sure you did not need to go to the hospital for further medical treatment. Once the police report was done and the paramedics told you that you would be sore for a few weeks but should be fine (which you already knew, you've been through this a million times) It left you, Yoongi and your dog.

You hadn't moved from Yoongis chair as you watch while he paces the floor. Knowing his mind is running 90 to nothing, you let him take his time on figuring out exactly what he wants to say.

"Are you okay? No. You don't have to answer that. Of course, you're not okay." Yoongi gets out all in one breath. Standing up, you meet him in the middle of the room. You place your hands on his cheeks in hopes that he'll understand that you want him to relax.

It's no secret that you two have had a thing for each other since you first had met. Yoongi had asked you out a few months after working with you only for you to explain you had a boyfriend. That didn't stop the glances that both of you let slip, the occasional touch of the fingers when one of you would hand the other something or the way you both made the other's heart skip a beat. You had known Yoongi for three years before you both went your separate ways. That was seven years ago. It amazed you that even after ten years you still had that effect on each other.

"Yoongi, slow down. I'm okay. I'm sore and covered in bruises, but I promise I'm fine." You reassured him with a smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

"After everything you've gone through, how can you be fine?" Yoongi asked the same question you've asked yourself for a very long time.

"Yoongi, I'm fine because I have to be. Over the past five years, I've only ever had myself to lean on." You try to explain without crying.

Without warning, Yoongi embraces you. Feeling safe in Yoongi's arms is what causes you to break down, a feeling that you haven't had since you can't remember when. Yoongi didn't utter a word until he felt your sobs calm down.

"Y/N you don't have to be okay anymore. I'm here in any and every way you need."

"Thank you, Yoongi. If you don't mind, could Dylan and I stay with you until I find a place?" You question quietly.

"Of course." Yoongi sounds beyond excited.

*6 MONTHS LATER*

FROM YOONGI: Are you home, baby?

TO YOONGI: Yes, love I am.

FROM YOONGI: Stay right there! I'm otw. We need to talk!

TO YOONGI: Is everything okay??

You could see that he read your text but didn't reply. When they say old habits die hard, they aren't kidding. You went over everything in your head to make sure you hadn't screwed up at any point with anything but came up empty. So why did he want to talk to you right then?

"Guess I'm fixing to find out." You think as you hear the passcode being entered. Not long after the door is closed, Yoongi appears.

"Hey, baby." He greets you with the gummy smile that makes your heart skip a beat. You've grown to love the pet names between the two of you. You were so grateful for Yoongi. Over the past six months, he has been your rock. Showing you how someone treats the one they love.

"Hey." You respond quietly, still apprehensive as to why he needed to talk to you right then.

"I know that look. It's nothing bad, I promise." Yoongi watches as you let out a breath and relax.

"Then why did you need to talk to me right now?" You ask, confused.

"Because I've had something in mind but have been too scared to actually follow through." Yoongi had you worried and confused.

"Okay?" You question him.

"Then Jin Hyung reminded me that we've known each other for ten years. It wasn't until he said that, that I realized my heart was yours from the moment we met." Yoongi spoke carefully, not get tongue-tied.

"Yoongi. Baby." You're close to tears just from hearing his words.

"Shhhh love. I'm not done." He takes your hand and gets on one knee with a velvet box in hand.

"Y/N, they say if you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. We went our separate ways and manage to find the back to each other. There wasn't one day that you didn't cross my mind. Baby, I know you've been through hell and back but if you'll let me, I'm willing to spend the rest of my life showing you what real love is! Will you marry me?" Yoongi watched and waited for you to respond.

"Yoongi! Oh my goodness! I'm speechless! I don't know what to say!" You rambled out as tears leaked from your eyes.

"Don't overthink it, just trust yourself and say what you feel." Yoongi relaxed you when you needed it the most.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and let your heart speak for you.

"YES!" You cried out.

Yoongi placed the ring on your finger and stood to embrace you.

"Thank you for being my past, present, and future!"

"Thank you for being able to escape!"