#and overworking yourself like so ( for lack of better word ) would make anyone go mad at the end of their life.

[braskide]

thinking about an unsent yuna verse to cope with the horrors today.

( clinging to life because she feels like her work is never done; becoming the very essence of what she has sworn to defy. being unable to let go of the high summoner duties entrusted to her and the ones she put on herself, because she does not want anyone else to take on the heavy mantle of sacrifice. )

[stayevildarling]

Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Sick

word count: 5.4k

warnings: mention of scoliosis, sickness, dizziness, angst + fluff

A/N: Hi everyone! I can't believe this is my first sick fic but I just had to do one with Wilhemina x Reader. If anyone would like to see some more, I might do a series of these with Cordelia or Ally or even Billie. (Let me know)

This is dedicated to a very special person I met on Tumblr- I hope you remember to take a break from time to time and look after yourself! ✨

Taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @mrsdeanhoward , @alexajbitar , @in-cordelias-coven , @kenzbro , @loverofallthingssarah , @twistedpoeticjustice , @billiebeanhoward , @minaslittleone , @lilypadscoven , @vintagepaulson , @ninaahs , @whitelotus00 , @httpfiftyshadesofgay

''If you decide to go into work, it's at your own risk, don't come running to me afterwards, if you don't feel well'' Wilhemina's harsh words ring through your ears as you stand by your desk, trying to focus on the tasks ahead. All you can feel, as your hand wanders to the table, desperately looking for some support to not lose balance, to not give your legs the power to stop supporting you and to fight your body from giving up and letting exhaustion win.

In reality, Wilhemina's words weren't supposed to come out as harsh and rushed as they did, her stern and cold tone and demeanor, only a defensive mechanism for the woman, trying to hide her true feelings that are buried deep within her soul. She meant to protect you, from yourself mostly but also the sickness and the flu that had come knocking about a week ago, but you being stubborn pushing it away as if it wasn't real or meaningful.

However, as you stand by your desk, trying hard not to lose balance, you realize that all along Wilhemina had been right and you should have listened. The times, she told you to stop working so much and doing over hours as your job demanded it, the times she told you that making her a bath or cooking dinner isn't necessary that day. The times she told you to take care of yourself and simply lie down but you wouldn't listen, always caring more about everyone else's wellbeing, especially the redheads than your own.

''Miss Y/L/N, have you finished your assigned task yet by chance?'' you hear the voice of your boss, as she enters and you wish she didn't, as her voice only adds to the throbbing pain in your head, causing your vision to blur and everything to feel even more unbearable than it already does.

With all the fight and strength left in you, you manage to turn around and grab the folder, handing it to her with shaky hands. You had always been good at hiding, either fighting battles of sickness or overwhelming thoughts, drowning in your own emotions deep down but remaining to keep a perfect facade and smile to the people on the outside, so they didn't understand and learn your true feelings as you see no reason to bother them with it. However, no matter how much you try and hide this and pretend that you aren't consumed by sickness fighting your body, it's very visible in your features.

Even though your boss is a very hectic person, always caring about performing well and getting work done as ''efficiently and quickly as possible'' as she repeats on a daily basis, even she manages to notice your fragile state. Your face, which is usually filled with light and warm smiles, doesn't just lack the genuine smile and warmth but also color as you are incredibly pale. She quickly connects the dots, noticing how your hand is gripping around the desk still and how your other hand is shaking uncontrollably.

''Miss Y/L/N, are you feeling alright?'' you hear her ask before your eyes feel heavier as the exhaustion is slowly creeping up on you and you have trouble concentrating on what is happening, as you feel more in a dream-like state. For a moment, everything seems to pause and you only snap out of it when you feel some weight pressing on your shoulders and someone forcing you to sit down on a chair they pulled closer.

Only as you force your eyes open, slightly confused and dumbfounded at what is happening,  you realize it's your boss making you sit down and walking to the other end of the room to get some water for you. ''Miss Y/L/N while I appreciate your determination, you should have called in sick this morning'' she explains, while handing you a glass of water with a compassionate smile but the concern visible in her features. ''I just wanted to-to finish the'' you start but stop midway as you feel sick at the pure sensation of water in your mouth, let alone swallowing it.

''I understand but you need some rest, that much is plain, need me to call someone for you?'' she asks but you instantly tense, knowing your girlfriend Wilhemina will definitely not be amused if she has to pick you up from work, after explicitly telling you not to go in the first place, this morning and last night. Not to mention, she is at her own workplace, having to deal with her own piles of work, her constant back pain, and two idiot bosses on top of it all.

''No I am ok- okay'' you manage to get the words out and force your best smile, knowing if you aren't going to be convincing enough, she might not let you leave without calling someone. ''Very well but you better not show your face here, until you are truly better'' she warns, with a little smile, knowing how determined you are, and while she appreciates your work attitude a lot, she knows you tend to overwork yourself and forgetting to take care of yourself in the process.

Taking a deep breath, you somehow manage to prop yourself up and grab your bag, taking slow but steady steps towards the exit and the bus stop. As you walk through the corridor, momentarily blinded by the bright lights flickering, you are well aware you shouldn't attempt to get on the bus, considering there is still a little walk back to yours and Wilhemina's apartment but you could never bother your girlfriend with this, not because she told you so in the first place but because you need to remain stable and alright.

As you walk through exit and towards the bus stop, you feel some droplets of rain on your skin and instantly shiver a little as the cold water only adds to the uncomfortable feeling. Focussing on your vision and the bus timetable as you actually don't know the times because you would usually never leave work after two hours, the dizziness momentarily passes a little as the thoughts become overwhelming. Waves of uncomfortable thoughts crash into your brain, with no way of stopping ''What if they will fire me, what if people will be disappointed in me, what if Wilhemina hates me?''.

You try your best to take deep breaths and push the thoughts away but the only thing usually helpful at keeping the storm and waves of emotions at bay, is the woman you are trying to hide this from. Usually, she could tell by how stressed or anxious you seem and without addressing it much, she will just pull you into her arms or let your exhausted body rest on her lap, the soft hums and stroking her fingers through your hair, stopping the thoughts momentarily.

''Are you getting on Miss?'' you hear a male unfamiliar voice, snapping you out of your thoughts and noticing that somehow the bus already arrived and you blink a few times, confused whether you just stood there for ages, unable to focus on anything in reality anymore or if it just happened to arrive so quickly. ''Miss?'' he tries again, his voice now showing a slight sign of impatience. Your mind automatically connects it with Wilhemina's impatience whenever you would just admire her, completely taken back by her beauty and features and the same agitation in her voice, as she would try to speak to you.

''Yes,'' you quickly say and get on the bus, showing your ticket like you would every morning. Finally collapsing onto the nearest seat you can find, leaning your head against the window and closing your eyes, you feel some of the exhaustion fade as you sit on a comfortable surface. Your thoughts wander back to Wilhemina and it suddenly dawns on you that you haven't even texted her your usual good morning text yet or checked-in how her work is going. A small part of you wants to avoid any confrontation with her today as you are still worried, she will be mad at you.

After all, maybe you could avoid all the questions and confrontation if you simply lied. Of course, you are fully aware it won't be easy to lie to your girlfriend, especially with her always being able to tell but you wonder if you could somehow pull it off. Pretending to still be at work and only got off work a bit earlier, not to worry her and not to argue, as she did tell you after all not to come running to her.

Deciding on actually messaging her and pulling your phone out of your bag, you realize it was a mistake as soon as the bright screen blinds your vision yet again. All you could see before your eyes force shut, is Wilhemina's name on your screen but you can't begin to read the messages as your fragile state isn't allowing you to do so. Deciding on dealing with that later, you rest your head against the window and zone out for a while, trying hard not to fall asleep on the bus and end up somewhere entirely opposite to your direction and final stop- home.

Part of you doesn't remember how you ended up in bed a while later, your brain too tired to remember the details of getting off the bus at the right stop and walking aimlessly for a few minutes before you found yourself in front of your shared apartment. Thankfully, along the way, your subconsciousness took over and guided your body home safely, as you were in no state to focus on much anymore, your body on autopilot mode.

As soon as your tired body finally comes into contact with your mattress, pulling the blanket closer to your face and snuggling up comfortably, you feel relieved, and before any more waves of overwhelming thoughts arrive, your body finally allows itself to rest and you fall into a deep slumber. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered to set an alarm for in a few hours, making sure you would be awake for when Wilhemina would return, even in your sleepy and sick state, still keeping track of everything and keeping your perfect facade up.

However, whenever you try and protect everyone around you, considering every detail perfectly you tend to ignore yourself in the process and checking in on how you are feeling or how decisions might affect you. As a result, you didn't just take a small nap like intended, you fell asleep, sleeping off most of the fever and letting your tired body fight the illness. However, due to your state, you fail to wake up from the alarm or wake up to Wilhemina coming home from work, a little early as she couldn't reach you all day, not the usual lunchtime call or messages you would sent her, no matter how busy you are.

As soon as Wilhemina unlocks the door, discarding her small purple handbag on the table, she walks through the apartment in an effort to find you, her cane hitting the floor hard and with a heavy force, reflecting what she is feeling inside. Of course, she had known you haven't been feeling well and not only hiding it from her but also trying to push through like you usually would. The redhead didn't mean to lash out at you or use the harsh words she did in the end but your actions and behavior reminded the sometimes stern woman of her own behavior. Always ignoring her back pain and pushing through endless emails or documents on her desk, regretting it the same day or days later when the pain felt unbearable, and yet she still hid it from everyone.

She was trying to look out for you, the times she told you not to go in, take a break, and also when she said she wouldn't be there. Of course, she would, Wilhemina loves you and her love for you has been both the most confusing and strong thing she has ever felt for anyone. You had crashed into Wilhemina's life like a thunder, unexpected, and with heavy force, she had no idea the day you walked into her life, it would change everything. It didn't just change Wilhemina herself and being able to open up slowly, it also allowed her to feel emotions and understand them as something positive and not something you should try and hide or avoid at all costs. From day one you had brought out her soft side, allowing those walls to tumble down and letting the light and love into her life as her heart has been a dark and lonely place for long enough.

Her first stop is the kitchen, hoping deep down she wouldn't find you cooking in there, or the dining room with a meal prepared, as she wouldn't want you to overwork yourself even more after work. After not finding you there, she checks the bathroom but no sign of you either, only to finally be met with the bedroom in complete darkness. Slightly dumbfounded, she switches the light on, the lamp slowly filling the room with light and exposing your fragile, shivering body on the bed.

Wilhemina's heart almost breaks at the sight, seeing you in such discomfort and knowing at the same time it must be bad if you voluntarily went to bed early and skip the usual responsibilities that aren't actually your chores or Wilhemina expecting them of you but you thinking that regardless. She slowly approaches the bed, her cane hitting the floor very carefully and quiet now, sure to not wake you up in the process, as she wouldn't want to startle you or add to the discomfort you are in.

She finds you wrapped in a blanket, still wearing the clothes you had left in this morning and Wilhemina knows if you willingly did that, you must have felt awful when you returned home. Her hand wanders closer to your face, gently tucking at the blanket so she can take a look at your face. She gasps a little when she sees how pale you are, droplets of sweat on your forehead at the same time and her heart breaks at the sight, seeing her little one in this much pain and distress.

For a moment the redhead debates what to do as she has never been great at taking care of anyone or allowing people to take care of herself. As a child, she was often told not to exaggerate, that her back pain isn't that bad, that it doesn't need checking out from doctors and that she just has to deal with it. Eventually, she started to believe it and the emotional abuse she suffered in her young years, combined with the pain, made the redhead believe that she isn't worthy of affection or love or someone taking care of her. Even till this day, she barely allows you to help her out with her pains, not liking the fact anyone would show her the affection and tender care that was lacking in her younger years.

Gently, her hand reaches for your forehead, her rational thinking kicking in now to determine the state and severity of your illness. As soon as the back of her palm comes into contact with your forehead, she gasps, her facial expression changing from concerned and wishing she could just cure you right there, into worrying and shock. Her nostrils flare as she has no idea how you managed to get through the last hours and at the same time feeling angry, that you kept her in the dark and didn't call her. A small part of Wilhemina understands however, as she would have done the same thing, hide, keep the perfect smile and pretend like nothing is bothering her.

Wilhemina stands there for a moment, looking over your body exhausted from sickness, deciding on what to do, her rational side is telling her to take you to a doctor but there is no way she would trust them. The redhead woman had too many bad experiences before to trust them again, often mistreated with her back or prescripted the wrong medication and there is no way she would ever let her little one go through similar experiences. In the end, she decides on the only thing logical which is taking care of you herself, right at home. She balances on her cane again, trying to be quiet before walking into the kitchen to retrieve the necessary items.

The ruffling noises, mixed with cane tapping coming from the kitchen, as well as the cold unknown feeling on your forehead a little while ago, end up waking you up from your slumber, and instantly your body tenses up as you realize Wilhemina is home. In your slightly panicked state, overwhelmed with the thoughts on how to get out of this situation, ignoring the throbbing headache or the fact the room is spinning from the lack of food and water today, you once again fail to acknowledge what is right in front of you.

Right in front of you, stands Wilhemina, your girlfriend, a little tray in her hand, trying to balance it with the support of her cane and free hand, looking at you with a confused reaction, both about the fact you are awake and also the fact you are staring at the wall, not moving at all. ''Little one, you are awake'' she states, her voice sounding a little softer than usual. Instantly you snap out of it, panic once again rippling through your body as you fear her reaction, ignoring the fact she is standing in front of you with a little tray with water, soup, and medication.

Wilhemina notices you tensing, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her back that the carrying of the tray had caused her, she walks closer to the bed, putting the tray on the night table finally, before breathing out a moment as the uncomfortable feeling leaves her. She turns to you, her eyebrows furrowing again, the concern now very visible in her features, unable to hide it any longer and not caring about that, your wellbeing her main priority.

''Little one'' she states, her head tilting slightly and her eyes slowly locking with yours as you force yourself to take a look at your girlfriend. As soon as you take a look at the redhead, you feel partly relieved as there is no sign of anger visible but at the same time, you feel awful for the concern you had caused her, not to mention the back pain you must have caused her, considering her awkward posture, standing in front of you, still balancing both hands on her cane. Finally, as your eyes wander to the little tray, you feel like bursting into tears at the fact Wilhemina had done this for you, considering she must have just returned from work and you knowing how hard things like these are for her with her condition.

''Mina?'' your voice cracks not only from the feeling of knives in your throat as illness seems to have taken up most of your body but also tears building up, both guilty ones putting Wilhemina through the effort as well as sad ones that your walls are breaking down, right here in front of the woman you usually encourage to let her walls down and true emotions in.

''I'm here little one'' she whispers, her hand wandering to your cheek, cupping it gently and stroking it with the back of her palm. It doesn't take words to exchange what is on each other's mind, you feeling sorry for lying and pushing, realizing now that indeed your partner had been right from the start. And Wilhemina also feeling guilty for using such harsh words on you this morning and at the same time upset to see her girl in such distress and pain. As soon as you feel her palm on your cheek, some tears stream down your face as you try and contain the sobs and fight back the last few emotions and thoughts, keeping you from breaking right in front of her.

As soon as Wilhemina feels the tears falling, she catches them with her thumb, wiping them away gently before whispering ''Now don't cry sweet girl'' trying to hide her own emotions and the pain it brings her whenever seeing you upset. Whenever she would see you in any kind of distress or any negative emotion visible in your features it would cause her great pain, a different kind of feeling than her back could ever cause her, as her heart would ache, her only intention to make you smile again, especially in that dorky adorable way she loves and that causes for her heart to flutter, even though she wouldn't admit that to anyone, including you.

After wiping your tears, Wilhemina hands you some water and medication from the tray and you look at her with a slightly confused expression, as you haven't fully realized yet, it doesn't need words for Wilhemina to understand how awful you are feeling. ''Now take them little one, it will make you feel better'' she promises and without thinking twice you lead the tablets to your mouth, swallowing them with some water. The feeling of the cold liquid soothing your throat momentarily distracts you from the pain that you seem to feel all over your body. ''Good girl'' Wilhemina praises as you hand her the bottle, a little smirk rising on your features.

''Now I need you to eat this'' she demands, handing you the bowl of chicken noodle soup, that you usually love. You look at her with a slightly disgusted expression as the thought of food is only adding to the sick feeling in your stomach. ''I know but eat up for me, will you?'' she asks gently, not reminding you of the stern Wilhemina at all. All you can do in response is nod and take the bowl from her hands. ''I will be right back'' she explains, leaving you behind with your soup before walking out of the bedroom. For a moment you debate whether to just abandon the food again, as you genuinely don't feel like eating but there is no way you would let the woman you had fallen in love with, down a second time today.

You enjoy the silence for a moment, the only sounds to be heard, the spoon as it scoops up the liquid, feeling soothing in your throat but painful in your stomach at the same time. Shortly after the sound of a cane fills the room again and with each tap you somehow feel nervous, knowing the conversation was still to be held why you had lied to Wilhemina and not listened to her in the first place, only adding to the anxiety you feel. You see as the redhead walks in with a few towels and your favorite pajamas, that she would usually mock, too ''adorable'' for her liking, as you would usually put it.

''Have you had some?'' she asks and points at the soup and you simply nod while your eyes are begging her not to eat anymore. ''Fine, come on there is a bath waiting for you'' she informs you and you simply nod and slowly make your way out of bed. Midway to the bathroom, you realize how severe the nauseous feeling has been and you hold onto the wall to balance for a moment before you feel a hand on your back. ''I'm right by your side'' you hear Wilhemina's voice behind you and it sends a warm, comfortable fuzzy feeling through your body, reminding you that you aren't alone in this and that your girlfriend has got your back, literally.

You manage to find your way to the bathroom, with the support of Wilhemina's hand on your back and even though it takes you a while, you manage to sit in the bath and let the warm water soothe your skin and tired muscles. ''Do you think you will be okay in here for a bit?'' Wilhemina asks and you simply nod, feeling sleepy and relaxed at the same time. As your partner, walks back in the bedroom to prepare you for the night ahead and her own night which will probably result in no sleep and a lot of worrying over you, you sink a little further into the bath, confusing the bathtub with your own bed for a moment as you feel a little too comfortable.

''Little one are you-'' Wilhemina enters the bathroom, only to find you in the bath, asleep, your head resting on the purple little pillow she had bought a while ago and attached it to the bath. She frowns at the sight for a moment, before her features change as she realizes, this time she is going to have to wake you up, as there is no way her back condition will allow her to simply lift you out of the bath and carry you to bed, as much as she would like to do that. The usual strong woman fights some of her own tears back both at your state but also the painful reminder of her scoliosis.

Slowly you wake up, as you feel some water on your head and a hand washing out some shampoo, combined with a few muffled words that you can't quite understand yet, only just having woken up from your little slumber. ''Little one, wake up we have got to get you out of here'' you hear Mina's voice. You blink a few times, dumbfounded at the fact you are in the bath, not remembering much but feeling that your body is already feeling more relaxed than waking up earlier from your first slumber. ''Mina, what are you doing?'' you question as you realize she is bending awkwardly to wash your hair out and free it from the bubbles of shampoo. Quickly you sit up and free her from the uncomfortable position. ''Come on let's get you out'' she says and with all the strength you have left, you prop yourself up and exit the bath. Soon your skin comes into contact with a warm towel provided by Wilhemina.

You enjoy the feeling for a moment, before slowly getting changed into your pajamas and following your partner back to the bedroom. At this point, the medication has already freed you from most of your pain but your body still feels exhausted, so you quickly lie down in bed and pull the blanket closer, shivering slightly from the cool sensation of the air on your legs. Wilhemina returns to the bedroom, moments later in her purple nightgown, her hair falling loosely now and you admire your girlfriend for a moment, never quite able to believe how lucky you truly are and also always finding yourself taken back by her beauty, after years of being with each other.

The redhead approaches her side of the bed, book in hand as usual but for a change abandoning it on her night table, resting her cane in her usual spot, and carefully sitting down while leaning her back against the headboard of the bed. ''Come here'' she instructs, opening her arms and freeing her lap for you to rest your head in. Usually, she would do this after you had a long day at work, Wilhemina being able to tell instantly what an awful day you must have had and how it exhausted you both mentally and physically.

Reluctantly, you move your tired head onto her lap, still worried deep down about the conversation that is yet to be held and her true feelings about this. You had lied to her, hidden the truth from her and even though the redhead had often done the same, it felt different to you, like a betrayal. Your eyes close as soon as you feel her hands come into contact with your head, her fingers running through your hair gently and momentarily numbing the pain you are in. The smell of lavender sends you in a little dreamlike state as your partner just did a small evening routine instead of the usual, more bothered about making sure you are safe and feeling alright.

''Is that the hand cream?'' you mumble, starting to feel sleepy already as your whole body is ready to forget about today, the medication soothing your tired muscles and keeping your temperature at bay. ''It is little one'' Wilhemina whispers, smiling a little and relieved that you are still somewhat in a clear headspace as you remembered the lavender hand cream you had bought her before. She strokes your hair, untangling some knots gently with her fingertips as there was no time to brush your hair, the idea of the comfortable bed too convincing.

''Are you feeling alright, my darling?'' she asks, noticing how you are already on the verge of falling asleep. ''Hm Mh'' you mumble, as you slowly start falling asleep, despite trying to fight to stay awake to be in your partner's embrace and feel her safety and the warmth she radiates onto you, just a moment longer. She frowns, hating to see you pushing yourself so hard and her not being able to do anything about it, the state you are in now only the result of pushing yourself over the past few days.

''You need to stop being so hard on yourself and pushing'' she warns, knowing deep down you aren't fully aware of her words anymore as you fall into a slumber. ''I just want you to be safe and healthy'' she carries on, holding you in her arms, as if she was trying to shield you from the outside world and things that might be thrown across your way, including yourself. As soon as the redhead hears your little snores, she smiles a little, happy you are at least getting some more rest in her arms and at the same time glad, she is able to protect you now, knowing tomorrow is another day to come to have an actual conversation about this. She averts her gaze, and she is met with the mirror on the other side of the room, seeing you asleep on her lap and for a moment the woman, usually so hard on herself crumbles for a second as tears stream down her cheeks.

She remembers the moments in her younger years or even to this day, where she kept pushing and listening to her parents or the ugly voices in her head, telling her she isn't deserving to take breaks or look after herself. As she sees you safe and sound in her arms she can't help but feel gratitude, that you had walked into her life a while ago, knowing that you both have each other now. At this moment as she watches your tired body, chest rising and falling with each breath, she promises herself to never let you push this much again and to get you to take care of yourself, fully aware it won't be easy as she struggles with those things herself.

''Everything will be okay, I'm here little one you are safe'' she whispers, reassuring you again that you aren't alone in this and that she will be by your side. After watching you for a few seconds longer, she carefully reaches for her book, opening it and keeping herself occupied while she is determined to stay awake, not caring about sleep herself as she feels the need to stay with you and be there for you in case you wake up and need the redhead.

As she opens her book, now occupied by it, you are already asleep, your body slowly healing from today, both a mix of medication, rest but also the tender care, love, and affection Wilhemina has shown you since arriving back home and continues showing, as one of her hands is still rubbing soothing circles on your head, occasionally checking your forehead for a temperature.

[sevendeadlymorons]

Hey I’m that one anon from a while back that sent those long ass paragraphs about Lilith and Simeon, remember me? Anyway I know I’m very late to the party, but some of the boys are either getting to much hate or too much love over here (in my opinion) so I made a pros and cons list for all of them, I’m sorry- (I’m warning you now this will be long but I’ll put it in bullet points so it’s a bit easier to read, just read it whenever your mentally ready lol)

Lucifer (I hate this man.)

Pros

He’d help a lot with getting your life together wether that be finding a job, choosing the right college or other shit like that

He’d make sure your working hard and getting everything done, which is both a blessing and a curse tbh

He would be the one to take the most care of you whenever your ill psychically

Cons

He would probably overwork you

Doesnt have much time to spend on you and doesn’t make a effort to find more time unless your getting really sad about it

Probably wouldn’t be the best of help through issues with mental illness (he just doesn’t strike me as that type, feel free to disagree)

His pride would cause some serious problems in relationships :/

Mammon (I love this man.)

Pros

He’s the “if your sad, I’m sad” kind of guy so he does whatever he can to put a smile on your face

Makes his affection towards you known once he’s comfortable enough, mostly through things like hugs and head pats tho

He shows off anything you make, and I mean anything (you gave him a drawing? After showing it to everyone he puts it on the fridge. You wrote something? He reads it to everyone then puts it in his notebook to reread later, I think you get where I’m going with this)

Cons

There would probably be some communication issues due to his tsundere nature and habit of ignoring you when he’s mad

He’d get super mad at you when your trying to help him financially, maybe it’s a ego thing or maybe he’s just tired of hearing it

While his possessiveness is cute at times he’d definitely get way to overbearing if you don’t force him to cool it

Levi (I kin this man.)

Pros

He’d try to set up designated hangout times (like Friday is movie night, Tuesday is for RPGs etc)

Wanna spend time with him but aren’t very into what he’s into? While it will be harder to bond with him because of this I think if you REALLY wanted to hang with him he’d at least try to meet you in the middle (like if you like sports he’ll offer to play wii sports lol)

Insecurities getting you down again? Well never fear, levi is here! He’d find characters with flaws similar to those you see in yourself to prove that they don’t really matter (and since he struggles with insecurity himself he’d know how you feel and be one of the best at helping you through them)

Cons

Even if he makes an effort to meet you in the middle if you have different interests he’d refuse to get into “normie” stuff

He’ll guilt trip you constantly, even if it’s not on purpose (“Oh your hanging out with Asmo today? I get it, of course you’d wanna hang out with somebody cool and perfect like Asmo and not a gross yucky otaku like me”)

You have to initiate almost everything Hugs? You hug first. Handholding? You reach out to him. Confessions? You seriously thought he’d be the one to confess first??

Satan

Pros

Similar to Lucifer he’d be good at helping you get your life together and putting you on the right track

Unlike Lucifer, he’d actively make time for date nights and/or hangouts multiple times a week wether your going out for dinner or reading in front of the fireplace

While he himself might not be best at helping with comfort in the moment, he’d be great to turn to if you needed a long time treatment (you need a therapist? He’s got the best three in your area that you can afford and he found some helpful things you can do in this book)

Cons

As stated previously, he’s not the best with comfort, which can be an issue if you need a friend/partner who can be your biggest source of comfort (I’m not saying he’ll do nothing, it’ll just be kinda awkward ig)

If you vent to him about something he’ll always offer advice and while that can be good, sometimes all you want is someone to listen to you and getting advice can be annoying in the moment

I feel like hanging out with him you’d rarely ever get to talk about pointless things, everything would be serious you know? And while serious and deep conversations are good for bonding, some people (myself included) need to be able to talk about dumb things without having it turn philosophical

Asmo

Pros

He’s the best at boosting your confidence, there’s no competition

He’s more into spontaneous outings (he suddenly got the urge to go shopping, your coming with right?)

You can talk about just about anything with him, no judgment and he’ll never speak a word of it to anyone else if you don’t want him to (although he may brag to his brothers that you told him your secrets)

High emotional IQ

Cons

He has set things of things he’s interested in and his idea of trying the things your into is doing whatever it is for about 5 seconds then deciding it’s not for him

He cares a lot about looks, I don’t mean he’ll hate you or insult you cause he thinks your ugly, I mean he’ll constantly try to do your makeup, hair, and nails and he’ll always say things like “Your hair is a bit messy today, did you brush it? Yes? Well not good enough, let me do it” and “your wearing that out? There’s nothing wrong with it, I just think you’d look a lot cuter in this” and if your anything like me, that’ll get on your nerves a lot

While he’s great with emotional issues, if it’s a problem with anything like school or your job he’ll have no solution to offer, all you’ll get is a “You can do it!” and a good luck kiss

Narcissistic, need I say more?

Beel

Pros

He’s the best person to vent to, no judgment and tons of hugs and comfort food

He’s a mom friend, no explanation needed

Very supportive and always concerned for your health

Your in trouble? Call beel, he’ll help you and make sure your home safe before questioning you and will only lecture you out of love (unlike a certain older brother that will lecture you because “Your tarnishing Diavlo’s reputation by acting out like this. Your an exchange student, you must abide by the rules and behave yourself.”)

Cons

Food is his answer to everything (Sad?Food. Injured? Food. School’s stressful? Food plus a little help studying) and while food can be good for comfort, sometimes you need him to provide more than a snack

He’s the opposite of Satan in the sense that he’ll almost never offer advice when you rant to him, he just assumes getting it all out is help enough and won’t offer much more then a hug and food

Not getting along with one of his brothers? “They can be a handful, but they’re great people once you learn to handle the chaos” yeah he rarely thinks what his brothers did is a big deal so he gives you advice on how to apologize and get past it and he’ll give you food

Belphie (he really does attract the mentally ill people huh-)

Cons

I feel like he’d be good for certain people with social anxiety and people who have issues with always being scared about being a bad person (“you think your a bad person and are becoming more and more toxic by the day? Well your a better person than Lucifer that’s for sure, wether or not your toxic were going to cuddle now get in bed” or “your worried everyone is constantly staring and judging you for everything you do? Well I don’t really care about what your wearing or the way you walk so I doubt they do either, can we go home now?” ((Side note, I experience both of these issues and his uncaring personality would calm me, which is why I think this one of his pros))

He just wouldn’t care about whatever type of life style you lead and as someone who’s constantly scared of being judged for their lifestyle this would be amazing (“you sleep all the time? Same let’s nap together” “You don’t eat very healthy? Whatever, it’s fine, can we sleep now?” ((although it is a double edged sword))

He gets a burst of energy and just does the most random things (you see that tree? He’s already climbed half way up it. That petting zoo? He’s already feeding the lambs. That store? He’s already spent 30 grim)

Cons

Just like his twin he thinks every problem has one solution, but instead of food he thinks the solution is sleep (your sick? Sleep is the best medicine. A lot of homework? If you sleep you don’t have to think about it.)

At some point he just doesn’t care enough, if you come to him with a serious issue he’ll half listen to you rant then pull you down to sleep

He teases you a lot, which is fine teasing is fun, but he takes it too far. Maybe he touched on something your insecure about or he was too merciless, whatever it was, he won’t apologize for it, he just thinks your being sensitive. If he brought up some bad memories he’ll consider it, but his way of apologizing is cuddling

He doesn’t wanna do something? You guys aren’t gonna do it. You don’t wanna do something? Too bad, he wants to so your gonna.

I’m sorry this is so long- I tried to shorten it I swear- but anyway if you disagree I’m with anything, I wanna hear what you think

And even tho Beel doesn’t get much screen time and more serious moments, I think his character is way more then hunger

Random but I wanna add that other then Levi I kin Tamaki from mha and Ranpo from bsd

Dude do you just like torturing poor college students? This is so much to read, I’m about to cry 😭

I agree with the Lucifer part actually! Tho I do kinda thing he’s be good emotion support in some ways, for me, anyway. I feel like he may lack empathy that is needed in a stable relationship. Yes, he may be able to tell you with shit and honestly, he’d book my doctors appointments when I’m too anxious too so yknow. But yeah

Also agree with mammon. He’s a jackass when he wants to be, and I know he may not mean it, but his words are still hurtful in a lot of ways and he just can’t convey those emotions that’re needed in a loving relationship. But he’s so sweet and will show you off so it’s all good~

As much as I love Levi, I agree. He manipulates and guilt trips you throughout the entire game. It can’t be healthy in relationships but that don’t stop me from loving that sweet otaku boy 😔🖤

I agree with Satan too. I don’t have much to say but he’s avatar of wrath for a reason, for a start, and he honestly looks like he’d prefer talking about books than that funny thing that happened in class that made you laugh earlier

Agreed with Asmo too. Sometimes he may just get overbearing and the narcissism and the constant need to make you look better and improve you may get irritating

I agree with Beel. I don’t think he can comprehend that food isn’t an answer to everything and as a person who doesn’t cope with food and relatively hates it, he won’t be any help to me emotionally. He’s so sweet but he just won’t give you that proper support

I love Belphie so so much but I absolutely agree. He’s one of the most unbothered brothers who won’t care what you look like, yes, but that also means compliments may come rarely and like his twin, “sleep is the answer to everything” I can admit I like to sleep but I have a manic side that comes with insomnia and if he’s dragging me down and not letting me move and I just cannot sleep, I’m gonna get irritated and pissed off.

This got a bit long on my end too. I just really liked how you worded this and it was fun to see pros and cons of the ‘perfect’ brothers

I think Beel is more than food too, but I just don’t particularly like him either way cuz I’m not really a foodie so I can’t relate with him lmao

[hopekiedokie]

Mall is Life | Episode 1 : Skip for Seven Flags

Summary: Your dad thinks it's best for you to pay off the credit card that you just maxed out. Meaning, it’s time for you to finally get your very first job...at the mall. As a true blue spoiled daughter from a very rich family, what could possibly happen? Form a labour union and overthrow the oppressive government with 7 other underpaid and overworked guys??? Or maybe just form a bond with them and have the best time of your life?

Pairing: bts x reader

Genre: mall!au, lowkey a sitcom, fluff, eventual angst, and a whole lot of pure crack

Word count: 13.9k+

Episode summary: Some of the boys go to hell and back just to try and sneak you out of work while Namjoon slowly loses it.

Notes:  The way I write this is so out of order. That explains why it’s such a wack but that’s alright! It’s all part of the chaotic energy this fic stands for lol. I hope everyone's doing better than I am and I hope you enjoy this cause I did while writing it. Writing this series has been a literal escape from reality.

Posted on: 29th of Jan, 2021

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Jimin is late.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓔𝓛𝓛𝓐 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 ™ ♥

AGAIN

Tbh we been knew that this was what's gonna happen when he offered to carpool to work with you.

At least, all the guys did.

He could set an alarm five hours before the actual time for him to wake up and he would still find a way to end up late.

They didn’t say a word cause it sounded like a “you” problem

Which sounds really mean but there is no "better" option for you.

You couldn’t really ask to go with Taehyung, your best friend, since he now lives on the other side of the city with all the, for a lack of a better word, ⁿᵒⁿ ʳⁱᶜʰ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ.

On top of that, your dad thought to revoke your rights to drive your car!

(Which, to be fair, he did buy for you.)

He thought it’d be sensible for you to jUst catCH a bUs.

Like he’d ever take one.

Now, back to Jimin...

Let’s just say that he’s been quite the mystery.

You never knew that you’d actually get to use the deducting skills you’ve learned in your critical thinking class.

At this point, you might as well get a trench coat, a matching fedora, and some magnifying glasses!

Nancy Drew? Shaking.

Miss Marple? Never heard of her.

Detective Conan? Who is he?

Sherlock Holmes? Might be out of job soon.

What are we talking about?

Well, you see...

In the last few weeks of knowing each other, Jimin has unknowingly made you go on this wild goose chase.

It’s because of the fact that you’ve developed a speculation that maybe

JUST MAYBE

Jimin, is in fact…

Rich.

*** 𝘟-𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 ***

Don’t believe me?

Then buckle up because I’m about to lay down some ｈａｒｄ   ｈｉｔｔｉｎｇ evidence.

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𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘏𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵'𝘴 B̷a̷n̷g̷t̷a̷n̷ ̷U̷n̷s̷o̷l̷v̷e̷d̷ 👽✌

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

🎀Ｅｘｈｉｂｉｔ  Ａ🎀

𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰.

(𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘴𝘢: "𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰" 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.) 

((........𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 "𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴" 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?))

(((𝘖𝘮𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦??? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰? 𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧- *𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱*)))

((((𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴! 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮…))))

𝘏𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 "𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭."

𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 "𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨".

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺.

𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘜𝘛

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...

🎀Ｅｘｈｉｂｉｔ Ｂ🎀

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳.

𝘈 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺.

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱��𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘠 𝘌𝘟𝘗𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘝𝘌.

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘕𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘰!

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦? 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴??

𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘶𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘚 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘜𝘗 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌.

🎀Ｅｘｈｉｂｉｔ Ｃ🎀

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘈𝘕𝘠 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 (𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯) 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 (𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭

𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵

𝘋𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 24/7.

𝘐𝘕 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘛!

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘵...

𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘈 𝘓𝘈𝘉𝘌𝘓 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘚𝘈𝘠𝘚 Jᴏ Bᴀʟᴏɴᴇʏ

𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 140 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘦.

𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

(𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 37 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥'𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘍𝘺𝘪 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘺𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵?)

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 3 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮?

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴...

𝙐 𝙣 𝙨 𝙤 𝙡 𝙫 𝙚 𝙙.

𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺: 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆

---𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮---

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“Late again.” Namjoon slowly shakes his head to you.

Yeah, and whose fault is that???

“But it’s only been 15 minutes! No one ever comes to ICEA this early on a monday.”

He holds his hand up to your face and you shut up.

You already know how this will go.

You’ve seen this play out a handful of times now to the point that you’re sure Namjoon has turned into a broken record.

“Oh, if that’s the case then why don’t we all just take the morning off since the first customer on a monday usually comes around lunchtime?”

Yep. Just as expected. 

Now, he’ll nag about giving you the position.

“Y/n, I didn’t put in a good word to the manager for you if this is how you’ll be—“

“Yes, I know and I’m truly very sorry about this but you see, Jimin—“ You interject in between Namjoon’s nagging but he also interrupts you before you explain your side.

“Do you really want this job?” He asks you firmly.

Well

No

Not really

WHY on earth would you???

You could think of a million other things you’d rather do than to slave away for other people here.

But like, you do need it badly so

“...Yes.” You meekly answer.

“Then stop making excuses and stop slacking. I have never met a more irresponsible person in my entire life and that's saying a lot cause I know Kim Seokjin! I mean, look at this fake apple!"

Namjoon takes the prop from a display and waves it in front of your face.

"It has a better grasp of life than you! At least it knows it's fake and isn't gonna get eaten!"

That did not make any sense but just bear in my mind that Namjoon has reached his peak with you.

"Let's get this clear. Do your job or I’ll fire you myself, okay?!”

Namjoon walks away, slightly seething and you just stand there completely stunned.

Uh

Woah.

No one and I MEAN NO ONE has ever raised their voice at you like that.

Okay, you know you’re not the easiest person to deal with but you’ve never given anyone a reason to get mad at you like that.

You must really be doing such an awful job here

(That or Namjoon rEAlly is just that uptight.)

Either way, you feel really really REALLY bad.

You want to run away and maybe cry in a stall.

It’s like high school all over again!

But then you remind yourself that there’s no point in crying because at the end of the day, you’d still be here.

And also, what are you? 13 years old?

With a heavy heart and slightly teary eyes, you go to the stock room and (try) to do inventory.

Soooo…….

Maybe Namjoon went a tad bit too hard on you.

BUT HEAR HIM OUT!

Indeed, he didn't do this for nothing, he really did wanted to help you b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ h̶e̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶s̶ y̶o̶u̶'r̶e̶ c̶u̶t̶e̶.

He'll admit that your skills are lacking but you did graduate with honours so that must mean something.

As a (consistent) honour student, himself, he knows the capability one possesses in order to achieve such a thing.

So, he's sure you’re not that bad like how Taehyung had described you about actual work stuff.

Boy, was he wrong.

He regrets getting you hired.

BIG TIME

He regrets this more than anything in his life.

YES, even more than that time he went streaking across campus on the eve of his graduation.

(That's a story to be unpacked for some other time.)

Namjoon just wants to know how someone can have such an awful sense of responsibility???

Like, for example

Hell hath no fury like a Saturday afternoon in ICEA.

Literally, all hands on deck are needed during these times.

It’s all or nothing if an employee wants to get through the day without losing a limb or two

(Or their minds)

So anyone can imagine how Namjoon reacted when you sat on this chair he was pointing at, that a customer wanted to buy, and had the audacity to thank him and say you’ve been wanting to sit the entire afternoon cause you’re feet are killing you wHEN yOu HAVen’T EVeN liFTEd a sINgLe fINgEr ALL DAY.

Not only that!

Oh bOy! Get ready cause Namjoon’s got a whole ass list.

The amount of times he’s caught you sitting pretty somewhere is astronomical,

You keep spending at least 10 minutes on checking yourself out whenever you pass by a mirror,

Your phone is always glued to your hand,

Somehow, you always find a way to just end up gossiping with the customers about stupid things,

You even criticise their choice in furnishings and recommend other “more tasteful” furniture places,

Same goes for the food here,

You can never remember the store sections DESPITE BEING HERE FOR THREE WEEKS NOW and just end up asking another employee

Actually,

You ALWAYS end up asking help from another employee instead of doing things yourself 

What the fricking frick frickity frack is the point of being hired IF OTHER PEOPLE ARE JUST GONNA DO THINGS FOR YOU???

He 👏 swears 👏 to 👏 the 👏 ICEA 👏 gods 👏

Namjoon is about to pop a vein out

Which only means one thing…

He’s due for a “Me time” in the lift.

….

NOT THAT KIND OF “ME TIME”, YOU DETTY PIG!

He means his essential time to scream out into the void and release all his pent up anger and quite possibly murderous thoughts.

It��s usually about Michael

Or some very picky customer

Or a very malevolent child

Or Seokjin and Taehyung being a tag team from hell

This time, he screams and curses your name out.

(To emphasise, not in a sexual way. You detty pig)

Listen

He knows that you’re a really nice person.

A kind one too

You’re kind of a surprise to the rest of the guys tbh.

Yeah, you can’t help being a spoiled rich kid but for the most part, you’re very very tolerable and dare say, nice to be around

At work though?

Lol.

Like that Rihanna song, Namjoon needs to put in work work work work work.

Especially since he’s trying his best to get promoted noticed by his boss.

He’s been busting his ass off in this place for three years now and has been employee of the month consistently ever since.

But because he’s younger and inexperienced

While Michael, their current Assistant Manager, is a lot older and has been in this ICEA for almost a decade now, 

Michael is the one who got the Assistant Manager position and is constantly the subject of attention around here

When all he does is boss people around!

What a cOMpleTe BULL

Michael gets to stand around, doing the bare minimum, and still gets all the nice compliments.

Whereas Namjoon gets things like, “Can you help me find a MILF?”

(And by Milf, the customer means a lamp. Not the other one, you detty detty pig.)

Great.

Wonderful.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

With you around because of him, he just might take 7 more years for his hard work to get notice…

( ŏ﹏ŏ)

With that thought in mind, Namjoon enters back into the lift just as he steps out.

(Not forgetting to politely apologise to a customer who’s about to enter. Honestly, who do you think he is?)

"So…..how bad is it?" Hoseok asks a mentally, physically, and spiritually drained Taehyung who is now getting a head massage from Jimin.

Taehyung momentarily lifts his head from Jimin's lap to look at the older guy straight in his eyes.

"All I see is a long, long, long, long, long ass dark tunnel. Oh, wait! What's that I see? Light! It's the end of the tunnel! I must run to it! Oh, will you look at that? It leads to a cliff where there is no other way than to jump to my death."

Hoseok and Jimin stare at Taehyung, looking like a bunch of scared kids that've been told that they can no longer use a night light.

Taehyung drops his head back and Jimin resumes massaging almost immediately.

Poor Tae.

He needs all the love and comfort right now and Jimin is here to provide it for him!

🥰 

"What's going on here?" Yoongi arrives at what has now been their designated food court booth and sits beside Jimin.

"Can't afford a massage so you've manipulated Jimin?"

Jimin momentarily looks hurt at the thought of Tae using him.

But then again,

He's fine with it since he'd be able to help his friend out!

Taehyung throws Yoongi this used napkin that has been lying on their table since the three of them arrived.

“Shut up. I’ll never manipulate Jimin. I know I’m evil but even I have limits, okay?”

Like everyone else, Yoongi likes to believe Taehyung's evil ways have no limit whatsoever.

I mean, just look at that face.

But then he looks at the soft boy carefully massaging Tae with a huge grin that makes his eyes vanish.

(¬͟ʖ¬)

Eww 

"Affections"

How disgusting.

But also

iF ANYONE TRIES ANYTHING TO THIS BOY, THEY'LL FACE THE WRATH OF A MIN YOONGI AND NO ONE WANTS THAT NO, NO, NO

"But it can't be that bad! I'm sure there's some silver lining to your work, Tae." Jimin tries to uplift Taehyung's spirits even more.

Hmmmm…..

Let's see.

Taehyung scrunches his face and thinks hard.

Hoseok, Jimin, and even Yoongi who's caught on to the topic patiently anticipate his answer.

"...Uhm…"

….

Approximately 15 seconds pass.

…

"Well?"

…

Taehyung unscrunches his face

"Nope, I've got nothing."

Ugh. All that built up anticipation for nothing. How disappointing!

Well, it is true.

What sort of silver lining is there if you work at a McWendi's takeaway booth at this dingy corner at the back of the mall?

When Taehyung got hired, he thought he'd work at the same branch that he applied for. 

But no! The manager took one look at Taehyung's handsome face and had the brilliant idea to put him at that specific booth cause it really needs some reviving.

Taehyung's got a little tip for them: next time, maybe open up a booth near where there's a lot of people.

So now, not only is he a cashier, he also cooks and prepares meals, AND cleans up.

He works with these twins called Taylor and Tyler but Taehyung can't even bear to look at them with their atrocious matching gold griLLZ.

Who cares if they're real gold?

UGH

It’s like he’s a reverse Cinderella.

"There's always the option to quit."

Taehyung scoffs at Yoongi's suggestion.

"First of all, I am Kim Taehyung. I don't quit, it's not in my vocabulary. I don't back down. People back down from me. Second, I can't afford to spend any more time looking for another job. I'm in dire need of money right now. I mean, they just released the new Kucci shoes and I'm reminded that I cannot afford it! Third-"

Yoongi stares at the potted plant beside them.

All he said was "quit".

He didn't ask for a whole ass novel about it.

Just say you can't quit and go!

But then again,

Tell him more about your trainwreck of a life!

He loves that shit so he can validate his equally shit of a life.

"So! As you can see, I can't quit. It's not an option AT ALL." 

"Bro, have you ever considered being a talk show host?" Hoseok muses.

"That's all you can say from everything I've said??"

Hoseok shrugs.

He does care for his friend's wellbeing… But it's not like he can do much about it.

"How about you Yoongi hyung? How's work?"

Oh, what a lovely question!

How's work? 

How is work???

"Oh it's fine. Everything's fine. Just, really really fine. ToTaLLY FINE. Completely fine." Yoongi tells them oh so casually with a tight lip smile.

The other boys can just see the anger slowly seething from his ears.

Which is a rare thing because Yoongi never shows any emotions outwardly.

It must be THAt bad.

And it’s HELLA SCARY.

He's turned into a ticking bomb that's about to explode!

So Taehyung and Hoseok nudge Jimin to make Yoongi talk about it more.

Maybe, just maybe, he'll be a lot less aggressive if he asks.

"Uhm, hyung, that's good to hear!" Jimin stops massaging Tae's head, much to the sassy boy's dismay, and gives Yoongi a few pats on his arm.

"Yep aha ha." Yoongi mutters

"You finally have the job of your dreams!"

"Uh huh."

"To think that you've been chasing this for so long and now you have it! It's such a wonderful thing! You-"

"NO. IT'S NOT. I LIED." Yoongi places his head on Jimin's shoulder.

The three boys flinch at the volume of Yoongi's voice.

Welp

There it is.

“I don’t think I can handle another day being assigned to the musical section. I do rap and hip hop for fuck’s sake. This is blasphemous!”

At this point, one of Jimin’s hands is now stroking Yoongi’s head while the other one is still massaging Tae’s.

(Omg nOt iN a SExuaL wAy you detty detty detty pig!)

“If I hear anyone talk about that abominable Cats movie one more time, I SWEAR! I'll smash those records against their head AND eat the broken pieces right in front of their unconscious bodies!"

As if it couldn't get worse from Taehyung's previous "tunnel" analogy, Hoseok and Jimin are just purely and utterly disturbed by Yoongi's colourful explanation.

"Wow. Just… Wow."

Hoseok has no words.

Could it really be that bad that these two are wanting to end things in a very violent way??

He wonders how you're doing at work.

Namjoon mentioned something about you the other day but Hoseok was too preoccupied thinking what the 98% is if it only says 2% milk in the label.

He passed by the grocery that morning and saw a 2% milk so guess who was thinking about it the entire day??

Fun fact: Hoseok was never good at science.

Anyways,

He thinks you're doing okay. I mean, come on! You're training under Namjoon so it's only right that you're smashing things.

Right? RIGHT???

"Guys, I can't with work anymore!" You arrive slightly in tears.

Well shit, he thought wrong.

"Welcome to the club, princess." Yoongi welcomes you as you sit beside Hoseok.

"Namjoon wants me dead. I just know it!”

The guys give you a puzzled look and you retell to them the events of your morning.

“Wow, Namjoon snapped!” 

You give Hoseok a pained expression 

Why does he look quite pleased at Namjoon’s morning outburst????

“...I mean in a bad way! That really sucks, man. ” He gives you reassuring pats on your arm.

“Namjoon hyung can be pretty controlling and apprehensive but it doesn’t sound like him to say hurtful things like that.” Jimin says.

“Can he even fire you?” Taehyung asks to which you reply with a solid no.

In the few weeks you’ve known the guys, you’ve learned that they like to refer to Namjoon as ICEA’s Assistant-Assistant Manager because he’s Michael’s favourite to boss around. But in actuality, he’s just in customer relations.

“You must’ve really pushed him to his limits. What did you do?”

Or more importantly, what did you NOT do?

“I don’t know, okay?”

Honestly, you don’t fail to realise just how much of a slacker you have been.

Deep down, you know that you’re not really trying...

But you still like to think that all of this is not a reality. That maybe one of these days, your dad will come to his senses and not let his one and only princess do hard work anymore.

Ladies and gents, and everyone in between, I present to all of you a literal clown.

🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

Man, you really do need to do something and pick up your weight.

From across the food court, Jungkook appears.

People’s heads (especially the ladies and all the guy lovers) snap to his direction.

Jimin’s not the only one who has fans, okay? The difference between them is that Jimin has an actual fan club while Jungkook doesn’t. 

Just like that, it seems like a distress code has been dropped and people are scrambling.

This is not a drill. I repeat, THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

The resident cutie and boy next door has landed.

To your stations ladies and gents and every Jungkook lover out there.

Fix that hair,

Powder your nose,

Gloss your lips,

DANG IT, WHY IS THIS GUY’S DRESS SHIRT NOT PROPERLY IRONED??

Jungkook starts making his way to your group’s booth.

As he passes by the other booths, all the “Jungkook Lovers” call out to him and give them a wave, albeit shamelessly.

He reluctantly waves back at them rather shyly which makes them coo at him even more.

The permanent blush on his face is the icing on the cake.

How cuteeee.

BUT!

These smiles and waves slowly disappear as they take in what he’s wearing.

Is that??

No.

That can’t be!

He’s working there?¿

Jungkook leaves a trail of baffled faces in his wake and soon enough, he’s standing in front of your group.

“Oh, hi there, dude.” Hoseok nonchalantly says, giving him a fast glance then points his attention back to you.

…

Wait a dang second…

Is Jungkook wearing a…???

Hoseok looks at him again.

Then looks away.

Then looks at him again for confirmation.

gASP!

He’s seeing real things and not imagining stuff!

Jungkook is..

“DUDE! YOU’RE WORKING AT PERPETUALLY21?!”

* record scratch sound *

Everyone, including you, opens their eyes and mouths dramatically wide open.

WAHT

Oh no, it’s real.

Jungkook is wearing a black shirt that has the name “Perpetually21” printed on it.

"Kook, what have you done?" A very disgusted Taehyung slowly asks.

“You guys told me to get a job.” He innocently mutters.

“Yeah but not...this!”

(That’s rich for someone working at McWendi’s and is required to wear a hat that has braids attached to it, tbh.)

“Tae, calm down. Let’s hear Jungkook out, alright?” 

Yoongi faces a nervous Jungkook.

Is…

ⁱˢ ʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ??

༼  ಥ_ಥ ༽

Yoongi is like (  一_一)

Jeez, this kid needs to chill.

“Jungkook.” Yoongi starts like a disappointed dad, “we’re not mad.” 

༼  ಥ‿ಥ ༽ 

PHew what a relief!

“But.”

bUt?¿

Oh no, he IS in trouble.

༼  ಥ_ಥ ༽

“Okay, kid, don’t cry!” Yoongi rushes in panic. “We just want to know how this came to be, sheesh!”

“Yeah, Kook. What happened? We thought you wanted to work at that Smoke Gaming Store?”

Jungkook sniffs a little and starts to explain things, “I don’t know what happened. I thought they’d hire me because I instantly hit it off with the guy that interviewed me. We discussed about Joel’s death from The Last of Us-”

I’m sorry but who?

“It went really well! At least I think it did.”

“Well, then that’s weird… What else did he ask you?” Jimin asks (still stroking Yoongi’s head and massaging Tae, that little angel)

Jungkook thinks real hard, back to his interview.

Hmmmm……let’s see…..

“We talked about my hobbies and work experiences.”

Yoongi snorts, “Which you don’t have. So, what else?”

“Uhm.... He asked me about my worst qualities.”

Bingo!

This does not smell good.

“And? What did you answer?”

Jungkook is sweating at how intense all of you are looking at him.

He is nOT made for this kind of attention.

Also, he feels like he did the wrong thing.

“Uh… ᵃᵐ ⁱ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵉ?”

Oof that does not sound well.

Yoongi sits up straight and gives the younger boy a smile. An eerie smile.

“Jungkook. Tell us. How many did you tell them?” 

….

……….

¿¿¿

"ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵉⁿ...”

WELL THERE YA GO

“JUNGKOOK! WHat the hell??”

“I don’t want to lie! It makes me feel really bad.”

Oh this sweet innocent little boy.

Hoseok puts an arm around Jungkook and ruffles his hair.

“You’re not supposed to lie, bro. You just need to tell them shit like ‘you work too hard’ or ‘you don’t know when to stop working’. Ya know? Chessy and suck up things like that.” 

Ohhhhhhhhh.

Why didn’t they brief him beforehand?

If they did then he wouldn’t have had to deal with the sheer panic of finding out that he didn’t get the only job he wants. Then he wouldn’t have felt pressured to get hired cause it’s been 3 whole weeks and everyone has had a job, even you (no offense), while he still haSN’T GOT ONE. ThEN maybe he wouldn’t have jumped the gun when this girl at Perpetually21 grabbed him and told him they’re hiring and will hire him on the spot if he wants!

Inhale

Exhale

“...”

“...”

“...So… How’s working at Perpetualy21?” You break the tense silence.

“...”

A single tear drops down Jungkook’s face and he instantly engulfs Hoseok in a tight hug.

Well then

We’ll take that as a dud.

With Jungkook silently crying on one of Hoseok’s shoulders, Taehyung embraces Jimin’s torso and starts weeping as well.

All this crying makes you tear up too. So in a few seconds, you lean on Hoseok’s other shoulder and start crying.

Yoongi... 

What? 

You think he’s gonna cry too???

HA!

You are absolutely correct.

He leans back on Jimin’s shoulder and he lets exactly 5 tears slip from his eyes because that’s as much emotion he’s gonna let himself feel.

Jimin and Hoseok look at each other helplessly.

WHAT on earth are they supposed to do now?????

Well they are in luck.

Because the lord and saviour, himself, is on his way to your booth.

He is in such a good mood today!

New job, new possibilities, baby.

Not to mention, he landed a killer one!

He’s working at Seven Flags, the mall’s indoor amusement park.

Nothing can bring him down!

That thought lasted about a hot minute because then, he sees your crying faces and…

What the hell??

Did someone die?

Hmm…..

Someone’s missing. Is someone missing?

1 2 3 4 5 6 and he’s the seventh.

Nope! Seven’s the magic number so they’re all here.

…

OH WAIT!

They have you now.

Silly him!

So someone IS missing…

Oh Namjoon!

…

…….

…

GASP!

Did he…

NO

Seokjin drops to his knees and starts wailing.

All six of you get startled by him… Bad day at work too?

“NoooOOOOooOOOoOoooo!!!!”

O-okay…. Awful day at work then!

“WhY? WHY???? He was too young!!!”

Huh?

You all share a dumbfounded look… Did someone die? Are you guys missing something here?

“Namjoon! No! Why must you leave us!!!”

“What are you on about?!” Yoongi yells at him.

Seokjin raises his head from the ground and surprisingly, he has actually shed real tears.

What the duck. He actually thought Namjoon is d-word??

“I… I just thought that…”

“That? That Namjoon hyung is… ᵈᵉᵃᵈ?? How could you?” Jimin says, starting to tear up as well!

Mayday! Another man down!

“Hey, all of you are crying. EVEN YOONGI and he never cries! Then I thought Namjoon isn’t here so I thought that maybe he’s… Ya know…”

“DEAD?!” You unbelievably ask which breaks the dam for Jimin.

Great! Jimin is crying! 

Now, Yoongi feels obligated to kick Seokjin’s ass.

“So… Namjoon isn’t--” Seokjin starts but gets cut off by all of you

“NO!”

Okay wooooo

That’s a HUGE relief.

Seokjin isn’t ready for that sort of thing…

Namjoon also owes him 6 bucks so he better not die before he gets to pay him.

Seokjin gets up, dusts himself, brushes his tears away, throws a wink and some finger guns at the females that are staring at his scandalous self, and then casually sits at your booth like he did not just scare the entire food court.

“So then,”

You all look at him, tired. (From work and also from his crackhead self)

“Did someone’s pet die, then?”

“OH MY- NO ONE DIED! CAN YOU PLEASE DROP THAT IDEA??” Yoongi’s voice booms.

“Okay, okay! Alright! It’s just that, it looks like someone died. If only you could see yourselves.”

As if on cue, all five of you sniff in chorus.

“Then what the hell is going on?”

“WORK SUCKS!”

Welp.

Who knew the day would come where Seokjin is the one who’s in triumph while the rest of his friends are in agony?

But like I’ve mentioned a while ago, never fear cause the saviour is here!

As much as he relishes in his friends anguish, he’s still not that cruel.

Oh and he loves the idea of saving everyone….

Especially if one of them is the daughter of a loaded CEO.

“Peasants...and my sweetheart, Y/n,” Seokjin begins in which Taehyung resoundingly scoffs to, “I just might have the solution to your worries. Well, temporarily.”

You know what, as unreliable as Seokjin is, a temporary escape from reality sounds too enticing. 

So you guys end up biting the bullet with Seokjin and he explains that he can most definitely sneak you all into Seven Flags.

“You’re working at Seven Flags?? Dope!” Hoseok voices out.

“I know right!” They give each other high fives.

In the few weeks you’ve known this group, you’ve realised that Seokjin seems to be on the same wavelength with Hoseok the most. At first it was questionable but now, it’s turning out to be quite cute in an unexplainable way.

“Are you sure you want to risk sneaking all of us in? We don’t want to get you in trouble-” Jimin shuts his mouth as Taehyung shushes him.

“He’ll only get in trouble if he gets caught. If he wants to sneak us in then let’s not stop him!” Taehyung remarks, obviously completely on board with Seokjin’s plan.

“He’s got a point.” You can’t help but agree with Taehyung.

Confession time: You’ve never had a group of friends. It’s always been just Taehyung. But also, you’ve never been to an amusement park. Yep, that’s right. You’re parents don’t think it's safe and worth the while so they’ve never let you. 

This is really exciting!! It’s like you’re a kid again!

“So, you guys are up to call in a sick day for work?”

“YES!” You try to contain your joy so the guys wouldn’t think of you as lame but it seems like they’re all also very much as excited as you are.

“Then it’s an official plan!”

“Uh, what is?”

Namjoon arrives at the scene, holding his Ryan lunch box.

He catches sight of you and instantly becomes uncomfortable.

Ugh, this boy is starting to get on your nerves.

But you need to contain your emotions since you are the one’s at fault here. Well, for the most part.

“Namjoon! We’re having a “skip work” day and we’ll be heading off to Seven Flags courtesy of Seokjin!” Hoseok happily fills him in.

Skip? Work?? Day???

Uh ha ha ha no. Not in Namjoon’s household.

“You can afford tickets for all of us? Since when?”

Seokjin scoffs at Namjoon’s clear distrust of him. “You’re looking at a newly hired employee of Seven Flags!”

Seokjin makes it sound like he’s a big timer at the amusement park but he’s actually just a maintenance guy.

(The narrator would like to point out that being a maintenance worker is a HIGHLY, HIGHLY important job and any establishment wouldn’t run without them)

“Even if you own the place, it wouldn’t matter because I’m not skipping an essential day of working! There are lots to do at ICEA and I cannot afford to be fooling around.” He says that while giving you side glances.

Oh, he’s totally jabbing at you… and it’s working.

“Namjoon hyung, come on! Don’t be a party pooper! You’re too tied down to your work. Live a little, would ya?” Taehyung states.

“Ugh. I’ll have you know that we’re not getting paid to muck about. I’d prefer to be a productive member of the society.” 

That was a bit too harsh of him to say tbh but you know he’s only really talking to you.

Big oof.

It’s fine. You’re fine. You’re toTALLy not hurt at all.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to go.” Namjoon takes a couple of strides but comes back and looks at you. “Oh by the way, your break ended 7 minutes ago.”

With that, he saunters away feeling all cool and shit with his bright yellow Ryan lunch box.

Dude, that made you feel even worse than before.

Suddenly, you feel obligated to not go to Seven Flags.

Taehyung, being your one and only bestie, knows that look on your face.

He knows that that’s the look you put on when you let someone get the better of you and frankly, he’s feeling triggered by it.

“Y/n. don’t listen to him. He’s just being a little shit.” The other guys agree with him, no offense to Namjoon.

You don’t though.

“No. He’s right.” You finally concede to the harsh reality of your life. “I’m supposed to be trying to earn a living! I need to wake up and get a grip.”

The guys are like oh no we’re losing her.

“It’s high time I actually take responsibility for once! I’m sorry guys but I can’t come with you.” Although it pains you to say that, you have no choice.

Truly, it’s a proud sentiment BUT at the wrong time! 

The guys try hard to rope you back into this fun filled plan but they’ve completely lost you.

You leave them with a much heavier heart and march back to ICEA.

Well, that wasn’t much of a success now, was it?

“Oh, hey!” Seokjin points at Jungkook (who hasn’t uttered a single thing through all of that btw), “you’re working at Perpetually21?”

Jungkook just might spontaneously combust anytime now.

Two days pass by with the guys repeatedly trying to convince you to come with them and you repeatedly turning them down. After that, they left you alone…. or so you thought.

Namjoon keeps ignoring you to the point that you don’t even see him that much in ICEA, during break times, or even off work. 

Speaking of work, you’ve actually been trying hard.

Like, actually doing labour and being very hands on with the customers.

It’s been pretty draining to say the least.

You’re still always late since you can’t change Jimin for who he is but still!

You’re doing a really good job!

Which is super annoying because Namjoon isn’t even around to see you changing your ways!

You tried to hunt him down once to talk about your last heavy conversation (aka Namjoon’s outburst) but he snapped at you, thinking that you’re just going to talk him into coming to Seven Flags.

As if you’re actually going to Seven Flags!

“By the way, we’re going to Seven Flags tomorrow.”

Jimin casually states as you step out of his car.

“So make up some excuse to have your day off.”

And you thought they’ve given up on making you come.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not going!” You groan loudly.

“Y/n this could be good for you! You’ve been really tense lately and I think this is a good way to blow off some steam.”

Are you hearing Jimin right? Is this the nice and innocent Jimin that you know?

“You know what, Jimin? Out of everyone, I did not expect you to be the one to suggest for me to lie.”

Jimin stops at his tracks and absorbs what you just said.

L i e ?

But the rest of the guys said it’s for the good of everyone! Yoongi even told him that if they go, some murder will be prevented so really, this is an ethical thing to do.

And besides, you guys are going to have fun! So Jimin doesn’t really see anything wrong here.

“But-”

“I really don’t wanna hear anymore of it, Chim. I’m really sorry but I need to do good at work! I can’t afford to mess up anymore. I need to impress Namjoon.”

Jimin doesn’t really understand why you are so set on impressing Namjoon when he isn’t even remotely close to being your boss.

But then again, Namjoon is a very respectable man so he guess earning his respect is an honourable thing.

Which is why he doesn’t question you further. 

He’s not happy about you skipping your first ever bonding experience and would prefer to have you there but he’s not one to argue and force you.

The others though…

For your sake, let’s hope they give it up as well.

- The next day -

“Uh.....Are we waiting for something?” 

Yoongi is growing impatient.

The plan was to meet up at the food court at 11am but it’s been 45 minutes and they’re still just sitting there.

“Yeah, we’re waiting for Y/n.” Taehyung answers.

yOu???!!!

“You mean to say that we’ve been wasting time here, staring at each other, because we’re waiting on the princess wHO clearly stated that she’s not coming??”

“Yup.”

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Deep breaths for Yoongi, deep breaths.

“Okay…….Nice……..Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.”

Deep breaths for Yoongi, deep breaths. Deep fuCKing breaths.

His ass fell asleep 20 minutes ago for what?? He could've been having the time of his life now, screaming his head off on a roller coaster but noooOOOOooooOoOoOooOOOo!

He hAs tO WAiT fOR yOU!

“So what you’re telling me is…” He starts with that conniving face that the boys are all too familiar with.

Uh oh…

The boys start to sweat and to feel slightly nervous.

“That we’ll be staying here until little miss Y/n comes?”

“...Uh….Yeah…?” 

Even Taehyung isn’t sure anymore if this is a good idea. 

“Oh. Okay.”

Yoongi stays silent after that…

The other guys don’t know if they should take that as a good thing or if Yoongi’s just gathering enough strength to rage.

Honestly, he's had it with you.

Ever since you came to the scene, the peace and quiet he doesn’t have seems to have become even MORE unattainable.

All he wants is to drop everything and to get away from the stress that is called “life”. Just for one day!! Is that too much to ask? 

Does he really have to put matters into his own hands here???

The sound of Hoseok’s phone halts Yoongi’s impending temper tantrum.

“Where are you guys?! I’ve been guarding the employee’s entrance for almost half an hour now!” Seokjin’s voice booms through Hoseok’s phone so loud that he had to hold it away from his ear.

“Dude, sorry! It’s Y/n. I think she’s really not coming…”

No, no, no.

This can’t be!

Seokjin did this to impress YOU specifically. 

Yeah, he wants to uplift his friends’ spirits as well but more importantly, he has his eyes set on the money bag.

He still has that fantasy of living the high life. Sue him!

“She can’t not come! This is awful! We need to do something!”

“I know man! Y/n seems to have lost her grip from the big adventure that is life and have succumbed to the negative side of our society.”

...Was that...a…

Was that a completely articulate comment made by Jung Hoseok???

Wow.

Yoongi snatches Hoseok’s phone.

“Give us an hour, hyung. She’ll be here.”

The four guys look at Yoongi with raised eyebrows.

“Ok, fine. But an hour is all I can give you! The other employees are starting to give me weird looks for being here for so long now.”

With that, Seokjin hangs up and goes back to his work.

“Hyung, so you’re okay with waiting for Y/n?” Jimin asks Yoongi nicely.

“No.”

Uhhhh what?

Yoongi stands and looks at the other boys.

“If all of you won’t go to Seven Flags without her highness, then we’re gonna get her.”

The day hasn’t even really begun and yet Yoongi is already so done with it.

He swears, you’re hitting all of his wrong nerves and you leave him no choice....

He needs to meddle.

Rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiingggggggggg…….. Rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiingggggggggg

Yoongi can feel his heart beat harshly

This is a stupid plan. AND HE’S UNBELIEVABLY THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT.

Please let the mall gods be on his side! Please oh please oh please!

Someone picks up on the other line and Yoongi thinks he might flatline right then and there.

“Good day, this is ICEA wherein you can have a finer and effortless life! How may I help you?” Michael picks up in a very rehearsed sunny tone.

Yoongi immediately changes his voice and slips into some 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑦 accent. 

“May I please speak to Y/N Y/L/N?” He says, making his voice sound like he’s crying.

“I’m sorry sir, but this is not a personal phone line. If you wish to speak with her, then I suggest you call her on her own phone after work hours.”

“But THIS is an emergency!! This is his brother… Steve and uhm..” Yoongi involuntarily pauses for a second to cringe at himself. He’s winging all of this, okay???

….

Steve…

Ugh * shudders *

“Yes, sir?” Michael presses him to continue, obviously very wary of him.

Teahyung slaps his arm for him to get it together.

Yoongi clears his throat. “ Uh, I’m sorry. I just need a moment to collect myself for this tragic news…”  He wittily saves his ass.

“This sounds serious. Is everything alright at home-- wait a minute... I’m sure I recall Y/n mentioning that she’s an only child during her interview!”

Fuck.

Quick! Think of something, Yoongi!

“Well… Uhm, I, uh, suffer from a very serious… Chronic anxiety! She, uh, doesn’t mention me because any exposure triggers an extreme emotional distress from me…”

Michael seems to buy it because he mutters an uncomfortable “oh” and apologises to him.

That’s another save for Yoongi.

“You see, our Uncle... Si Hyuk got in a grave accident and lost his memories! We really need Y/n to rush to the hospital right now. He * sobs * keeps calling out to our dear Y/n, completely afraid for his life!”

“Oh my! How tragic. I’ll get her right away…”

SCORE!

Michael puts the phone down and is about to call out for you but he hesitates for a second after a logical realisation pops in his mind. 

He picks the receiver up again and says, “Hang on… If he lost his memories then how come he’s calling out for Y/n, huh?”

Again, fUck.

“It’s… A…….. Medical mystery! The doctors are very baffled by it but they think it’s because he’s deeply attached to Y/n which is why she’s the only one he can remember. It’s all so very very sad, sir!”

Cue in the overly dramatic sounds of crying.

Michael stays silent for a few seconds and Yoongi thinks he’s probably out done his cries.

But then Michael mutters, “I’ll get her right away.”

Wow.

Who knew Yoongi could be such an amazing method actor?

If his music career doesn’t pan out well, maybe acting is the way to go. I mean, most people from the music industry do that anyway when their career isn’t boding too well.

Unfortunately, you are positioned too far from where the telephone is so it took a while to find you.

You are too invested helping out this very indecisive kid pick out which unicorn loft bed is better. The pink one or the light pink one? What a crucial dilemma! 

“Y/n! Come quick, you’re brother Steve is on the phone and says your Uncle Si Hyuk has had a terrible accident!” Some employee alerts you

“Who and what now?”

Brother Steve and… Uncle Si Hyuk?

Is there some sort of mistake?

Although you are very confused, you excuse yourself from the customers and follow your coworker to where Michael is holding the phone for you.

Eyes filled with worry, he hands the phone to you and places what appears to be a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Huh?

“...Hello?” You tentatively ask through the receiver.

“It’s me and I’m getting you out of there.” You immediately recognise that low and cold voice.

“Uh…” You turn around from Michael’s prying eyes and whisper, “Yoongi?”

From the other line, Yoongi rolls his eyes so hard, he thinks he caught sight of his big fat genius of a brain.

“No, it’s Steve and Uncle Si Hyuk needs you out of that store now!” He sarcastically snaps at you.

He knows you won’t say no to him.

You’re scared of him and he holds power to that, baby.

“I…” You take a peek at Michael and his brow is raised. This is really not a good idea.

You fear your debts to your father more than you fear Yoongi’s wrath…

At least you think so...

“I appreciate your guy’s concern but for the last time, I’m not going anywhere!” You try your best to sound dead serious while keeping your volume super low.

“Ugh, you need this skip day more than you think you do. You’re turning into Namjoon and it’s a totally alarming predicament!” 

You scoff out loud and slam the phone down much to the surprise of Michael.

You…

( ʘ‿ʘ)  

Hung up…

On Yoongi.

The actual aUDaciTy!

“She hung up on you.” Taehyung states Yoongi's thoughts, completely stunned. “What has Namjoon hyung turned my bestie into??”

Yoongi stares at the phone booth for approximately 3 seconds.

Oh well!

He shrugs and begins to walk away but Taehyung yanks him back.

“Where are you going?” The younger boy asks him.

“To Seven Flags. Where else?” Yoongi states (what he thinks is) the obvious. 

He believes he's done enough here.

He’s proven that he’s a genius,

We’ve discovered his potential acting career,

And to top it all off!

He spent 60 cents to make that phone call, an extra 40 cents for the connection charge, AND another 10 cents to keep the line going after 20 minutes had passed!

That’s more fucks he’s given to last him through the week. Maybe even the month!

“But we can’t just give up!” Taehyung determinedly declares. “I have a plan b!”

Yoongi stands his ground, not wanting to give in, and Tae does the same.

The two of them go into a stare down for a couple of seconds before Yoongi finally concedes.

Let’s not forget

At the end of the day, Yoongi loves some good drama just like the teenage girl that he actually is.

“Alright then. What’s plan b?”

Taehyung runs to you at full speed and practically crashes into you.

The force of it makes you drop the hangers you are holding and they make a loud crash as they hit the floor, catching the attention of everyone within a 15 meter radius.

You give him a baffled look but he instantly wails and clutches you HARD, upping that 15 meter radius to a solid 30.

What the heck is this guy on now???

“Oh, y/n!” He wails like that for a couple of times— wAIT ARE THOSE TEARS???

Wow

Just wow.

“Tae, what are you doing?!” You half whisper as you desperately pry him off of you.

“You need to come, now! Uncle Si Hyuk needs you!” He dramatically cries out in some weird accent he remembers Yoongi had on the phone. 

He then lets out a bellowing wail and you swear, you feel the entire store shake.

(´・__・`)

This drama queen.

“I swear, Tae. You need to get out. NOW.” 

This is sooooooo embarrassing

IS THAT KID FILMING YOU GUYS???

Taehyung is causing such a scene. If your incapability to function like a proper employee won’t get you fired, then this will definitely do!

You try to push him away to the nearest exit while excusing yourself from the watchful eyes of the customers.

But alas,

He is much bigger and stronger than you.

“Tae, for the last time. I’m NOT GOING-- hmpf!” Tae buries your face to his chest as he sees Michael, so you won’t be able to ruin his plan.

He saunters to Michael, sobbing and clutching to you.

Oh, this is it.

You’re gonna get fired.

Yep.

You can see it now. You’ll end up just like Seokjin. You’ll be known as the rich girl with no capabilities whatsoever. Your awful reputation will spread throughout the entire mall uNIVERSE. No one's gonna want to hire you anymore. You'll end up jobless, then homeless, and you'll ultimately end up living under some bridge with all 7 of the stray cats that you've adopted even though you're financially incapacitated to do so!

“What is all this?” You hear Michael’s voice and you forcibly yank your head from Taehyung’s iron grip.

He’s ruining your cute dutch braids with that tight hold! Does he know how long and how many tries it took you to do that??

“Are you the manager here, kind sir?” Taehyung innocently asks even though you can clearly see an “ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ” nametag on his chest aND he knows perfectly well who he is.

Michael hesitates but answers anyway.

“Uh, no I’m not, sir. But I am the assistant manager. What seems to be the problem?” He eyes you both suspiciously.

Hasn’t he seen this wailing guy from somewhere before???

He looks awfully familiar.

Hmm……

“Yes sir, I’m the one who called a while ago about Y/n’s Uncle!” Tae continues his act complete with the funky accent.

“Oh, the one with the terrible, terrible accident! Are you here to pick Y/n up?”

You interject, “No! This is a complete-- hmpf! Shtp et!” You try but fail to mumble out coherent words as Tae pulls you back in a bone crushing hug with your face pressed tightly against his surprisingly hard pecs- I MEAN CHEST.

“Oh, kind sir! You don’t understand how much our little Y/n is putting up such a brave front! She doesn’t even wanna leave work to see our poor dying Uncle Sejin!”

….

Wait

That doesn’t sound right…

Oh shit wrong name!

“...Si Hyuk!” Tae hastily adds before going back to his acting in an increased volume to assert dominance over Michael.

“We need her, Uncle SI HYUK needs her!” He emphasises on the correct name. “We need her strength more than ever.”

A few customers around start to mutter things like “How noble of this girl” or “What courage!” or “Go to the hospital!”

Michael, completely moved by Taehyung’s Oscar worthy of a nomination scene, sniffs and blinks away the tears threatening to fall. “You better go and see your Uncle, Y/n. He might not have much time left.”

You discreetly pinch HARD on Taehyung’s arm and he lets go of you with a little “Oww”.

“No I’m not coming with him!” You manage to say before two paramedics arrive and make a beeline towards you three.

HOLD UP!

Is that…

HOSEOK AND YOONGI??????

IN DISGUISE????

“See, sir? It’s much more desperate than you might think!” Taehyung wails again and you don’t even know how to react anymore.

Is this an actual thing that is happening right now?

Seriously

Like, these guys are really something.

“Mr. Steve Y/L/N? We really need to get you and your sister to the hospital right now.” Yoongi, disguised in blond hair that makes you even more tongue tied ngl, mutters in a completely different accent than before.

“Yes, of course. Thank you for assisting us Mr. Derek Shepherd and Mr… Doctor Steᵖʰᵉⁿ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ…?” Taehyung’s voice gets less and less audible as he reads Hoseok's nameplate.

* Big and long sigh *

Of course.

We expect nothing less from Hoseok.

WHERE is Seokjin when you need him??

Michael doesn’t seem to have caught that little oopsie as he is now wide eyed and shocked at everything.

“I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE. All of this isn’t real!” You attempt to convince Michael, your arms flailing around.

“SHE’S IN DENIAL!” Hoseok points at you and Tae wails even more.

“We need to get her out of here, stat!” 

With that, paramedics Derek Shepherd and Doctor Stephen Strange grab hold of you.

Well, try to as you keep thrashing and slapping and pushing them.

“We might need to sedate this one.” Doctor Stephen Strange muses before getting hit in the face.

"Take as much time as you need. Family is our priority here at ICEA. Some things are even more important than work.”

Doctor Stephen Strange holds you from your under arms while Derek Shepherd grabs hold of the back of your knees.

"You don't understand! They're making all of this up. I don't have an Uncle Si Hyuk! Yoongi, Hoseok, let go of me! Noooooo!"

They run out the store with you as fast as they can before you manage to blow their covers.

"She's completely lost it, that poor girl." Tae miserably says then turns to face Michael. "Uncle Si Hyuk has got you to thank for fulfilling what might be his dying wish."

Michael can't help but have his eyes water again.

"These poor people." He thinks as he stares at Taehyung…

.….

……….

"WAIt a second! Don't you work at McWendi's??"

Oof.

Tae freezes and is for once lost on what to do.

"Uh, I…"

GOtta bLaST!!!

Michael shakes his head as Taehyung leaves, still not having any suspicious thoughts.

If anything, he daydreams about being a paramedic.

How "hip" it would be to come and sweep people off and save them.

Oh what an ideal world.

Just then, the phone rings again.

"Good day, this is ICEA wherein you can have a finer and effortless life! How may I assist you?"

"Uh, yes. This is Mr. Y/L/N, Y/n's father. You know? The rich CEO. I'm calling because I'm afraid our family dog of 17 years has unfortunately died and we need her to come home right now."

Michael feels his right eye twitch as he slowly squints both of them.

"Ohhhhh…. I see…... Don't you worry, Mr. Y/L/N. I'll come and send her home right away."

Seokjin misses the way Michael's tone dips and peaks in sarcasm.

"Thank you, gentleman!"

Seokjin hangs up the phone.

That was easy.

"Seokjin, you have done it again." He praises himself, not knowing what chaos he had brought upon themselves.

Michael fumes at the deception you have just managed to pull.

You lying little bitch.

He bets Namjoon planned this out.

There's no way your spoiled air head could manage such an elaborate plan!

It also just so happens to be Namjoon's breaktime.

Oh, he's dead.

Michael calls out a random employee and tells them he'd be back in half an hour.

Good thing he overheard Namjoon mentioning Seven Flags to you yesterday.

He knows exactly where to look for you.

“WILL YOU LET ME GO???” 

You try your best to escape out of Jungkook’s hold as he parades you around on his shoulders.

You hate it. It makes you feel like either a misbehaving child or a damsel in distress.

You absolutely hate it! Yes, even the lovely view of his tush.... 

How'd you get in this situation?

Well, let's just say that Yoongi and Hoseok got what was coming for them when they decided to grab you against your will.

And by that I mean their mini mes aren't doing too well so now they don't want anything to do with you anymore and instantly passed you to Jungkook the moment they saw him.

You thought you could square up with Jungkook but surprisingly he is strong. Like, Hulk strong! 

Who knew that innocent looking dear is hiding this kind of superpowers underneath? It really is always the quiet ones huh?

“Y/n stop fighting it!” Taehyung scolds you. “Can’t you see that we just want you to relax?”

“You don’t understand! If I get caught--”

“You won’t get caught! Now, can you just relax??” With Yoongi yelling at you, you finally shut up and contemplate your situation.

Maybe they are right? Maybe you should trust them more that you guys aren’t gonna get caught. You are in dire need of some loosening up since last week, anyway.

“Fine, I’ll relax but I’m telling you! If I end up losing my job, you guys are going to have to pay for life support!”

Unfortunately for you, Namjoon spots you guys walking past even through the thick crowd of people.

CURSE THOSE BRIGHTLY COLOURED ICEA UNIFORMS

What the duck are you...Oh, Seven Flags. Right.

How many times are you going to deviate from him??

UNBELIEVABLE!

He follows you guys as best as he could, forgetting his breaktime and his need to eat.

“WELCOME TO MY DOMAIN, PEASANTS AND Y/N!” Seokjin not so subtly greets you guys (to which Taehyung still scoffs to)

“I’m so glad that you could make it, sweetheart! I thought you wouldn’t--hey! Namjoon, you’re here too?”

Nam-WHAT?!

You whip your head back and true enough, Namjoon is approaching your group.

“Uh, Namjoon-” 

“Save it.” Namjoon talks over you right away.

Taehyung steps in front of you protectively.

“Hyung, seriously. You’re completely overacting. If anyone needs to chill here, it’s you!”

The other guys voice out their own opinion of Namjoon’s apprehensive ways.

Ugh. They wouldn’t understand him. 

They wouldn’t know responsibility even if they get hit in the face with it.

He’s about to argue against all of you but then he hears Seokjin whisper to Taehyung, “It’s most probably why he’s never dated anyone.”

ACA-SCUSE HIM???

This is giving Namjoon flashbacks to the eve of his graduation! This is the exact same scenario wherein the guys convince him to do something stupid just to prove to them that he can also lose control and “have fun”.

He’s feeling really triggered riGHT NOW!

Don’t do it, Namjoon. Don’t! You’re better and stronger than this.

“He’s probably gonna end up like Michael and not have any relationships even until his late forties.” 

Okay, that’s it. Taehyung’s added dig is what pushes him!

“You guys think I really can’t have fun??”

You feel quite scared of Namjoon. And it’s not because of your current predicament! He just looks completely unstable.

Yoongi adds on to the fire, “Oh, we know you can’t. What are you gonna do about it?”

Namjoon pushes past everyone all the way to the front of the group then looks back at all of you.

“Well?” He asks expectantly. “I thought we’re gonna have a “skip work” day? What are you all just standing there for?”

Oh, hell yes.

They’ve cracked him once again.

Now it’s time to have some fun!

(This is the part of the show where a montage of the main characters having fun is shown while an indie “coming of age” type of song plays in the background.)

(You know, stuff like you guys trying to go on every roller coaster but then one of you *ʰᵒˢᵉᵒᵏ* throws up just after the second one)

(Then you guys run off to the games booths. Seokjin and Taehyung complain about the rigged games while Namjoon surprisingly wins a blue stuffed koala from the basketball hoops)

(You guys then crash through the souvenirs. You take so long going through each item as if any one of you can buy something) 

(Just all around, full of laughs and happy memories)

Through it all, Namjoon loosens up while you take it all in since this is the first time you’ve done anything fun with a large group of “friends” :’)

"You know what, I'm glad I skipped work today. It is good to be irresponsible every once in a while!” Namjoon loudly muses with a candy floss on one hand and the koala plushie on the other.

You all voice out various replies of agreement while you all munch on your respective hotdog or candy floss.

“We’re just humans. We can’t constantly have it all together and that’s fine! I mean, even machines break down and need some taking care of from time to time.”

Again, you all agreed with what he’s saying. This is slowly turning into something really empowering and moving, not gonna lie.

“Sometimes, you just need to step back and drop everything. As Miss Eleanor Roosevelt once said, ‘The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost.’ My friends, if forever ends tomorrow, how would you wish to have spent your last day?”

At this point, half of you guys are tearing up because of this moving declamation. Even Hoseok and Seokjin are clapping their hands.

ℕ𝔸𝕄𝕁𝕆𝕆ℕ 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℙℝ𝔼𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔼ℕ𝕋

“There’s no harm in letting yourself indulge in selfish acts from time to time!”

Okay, maybe there is some harm in that especially if you’re not careful with your actions but none of you wanted to ruin his moment so once again, all of you just agreed.

Damn, all of you are really full on goading Namjoon and it’s a really nice gesture.

What’s not nice is that Michael finally found your group.

CURSE THOSE BRIGHTLY COLOURED ICEA UNIFORMS.

“You know who needs to be more chill?” A completely innocent Namjoon that’s about to get absolutely wrecked asks your group.

You guys most definitely shouldn’t have encouraged him further to save his ass but fair play to all of you, y'all didn’t see Michael coming.

“Michael.”

The subject of your discussion stops walking for a second at the sound of his name. 

𝙃𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡? 

𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜....

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢? 𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚...

“Man, that guy is so uptight! Even for my own standards, which is saying a lot!” Namjoon continues to rant.

“Yeah, you’re tighter than my butthol—“ Yoongi elbows Seokjin so he won’t finish his disgusting analogy.

Luckily, Namjoon is too engrossed with his speech to catch what Seokjin just said.

“Like, it's just a stupid store!”

𝙟𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙋𝙄𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙀?????

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙐𝘿𝘼𝘾𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙇𝙔 𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙔𝙀𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙀.

Namjoon has only said one bad thing about ICEA but Michael hAs HaD enOuGh! No one ridicules the holy name of ICEA, especially not in front of him.

So he determinedly continues to walk up to your group all the while you guys egg on Namjoon’s passionate moment of awakening of living life to the fullest.

It’s quite emotional. 

(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

You guys are so proud of him.

In the middle of his burning speech, the rest of you finally sees Michael walking behind Namjoon.

Oh shit.

nO ONE PANIC. 

You guys need to stop Namjoon from further making a fool of himself so you made your own subtle ways of telling him to shut up.

“If one employee in that monstrous ICEA doesn’t do their job properly for like say, a small amount of time— Uh, are you guys okay? Why do half of you look constipated?”

You all tried your best to play it cool and warn him as Michael is just a few feet away but Namjoon’s IQ 148 of a brain might not be that useful after all.

“Anyways…” He completely brushes all of you off. “The store’s like, not gonna burn down if he— Honestly, why are you all looking at me like that? What are you guys--oh…..Ohhhhh……..”

Fina-FREAKING-ly, Namjoon takes a hint!

“Uh, I mean… I guess it’s uhm, quite noble and admiring for uh… For wanting to be such a model employee- err, BOSS! Yeah, uh I can’t blame him for being such an amazing- no, outstanding representative of ICEA and I dEFINITELY SHOULD take hints from him…”

This is painful to watch. All seven of you could just pretty much do that coffin dance meme right now with Namjoon inside of it.

Namjoon realises that his really awful way of trying to save himself isn’t believable enough and for the first time in his life…

H̑̈ȇ̈ q̑̈ȗ̈its̑̈

Namjoon sighs heavily. “He’s not buying any of this bull, huh?” 

“Nope, not at all.” Michael finally says something and Namjoon faces him with his head bowed.

“You and you!” He points to you and Namjoon. “Back to ICEA! NOW!”

That concludes your first (and quite possibly the last) “skip work“ day.

Rip Namjoon’s rebellious phase. It was unfortunately short lived but it will still be missed by everyone, nonetheless.

Michael didn’t spare the two of you on your way back to ICEA. 

He’s mad-MAD.

“I cannot believe you would let something like this happen! I thought you’re better than that!” 

He pops off with a capital P on Namjoon which is confusing because uh, hello? You’re also here??

“And those things you said? DISGRACEFUL. Completely dishonourable! I should get you fired--”

“Sir, if I may?” You interrupt him.

You’re definitely going to lose your job after this. But it’s fine if it means clearing Namjoon’s name.

“I don’t think you should punish Namjoon. He did nothing wrong. I was the one behind all of this.”

Namjoon tries to intervene but you ignore him.

“He didn’t want to go AT ALL. He even warned me against it but… I didn’t listen. In fact, I never listen to him. I give him too much shi--PROBLEMS! Yeah, I keep ignoring all his professional help. All this time, he’s been trying hard to keep me on track. Like, I’ve never met anyone so responsible and patient in my entire life! So really, if there’s anyone you should punish, it’s me.”

The entire time, you kept looking at Namjoon, hoping that he gets the message that you’re apologising to him.

If it weren’t obvious, Namjoon is utterly moved by what you just said. He’s never heard anyone compliment him like that for so long! It’s everything he’s ever wanted to hear.

“Well…” Michael thinks for a moment.

He wants to go all ape on Namjoon because his perfect record really pisses him off… But his moral compass is preventing him from doing so.

“Even if you’re behind all of this, Namjoon still said some unacceptable comments and I can’t brush over that.”

He looks the two of you hard.

Yep, the two of you are screwed.

You’re gonna have to find another place to pay your dad. Ugh.

For some reason, Michael can’t really bring himself to rat you out to your boss.

(Spoiler alert: It’s actually because he knows he needs Namjoon more than he lets on and that you seem to be attracting a lot of rich ladies lately)

So he decides to let you go BUT NOT ENTIRELY!

“Fine, I won’t tell our boss about this.”

HUGE exhale!

“BUT! I expect you both to work harder and overtime for the next month.”

Aha wat.

Alright, alright! That’s better than getting fired… It’s fine! You’re sure you’ll manage! Right?

Little did you know, Michael will make your lives a living hell in the next few weeks.

Especially Namjoon.

Namjoon thinks he’s super uptight?? Oh, he’s seen nothing yet! 

😈

He dismisses you both as you get to ICEA and you guys walk away from him as if nothing happened.

“Wait!” Namjoon scratches the back of his head when you look back to him. “Uh…”

Why does he look like he’s in physical pain? Should you be concerned??

“Are you okay?”

“YES, I’m fine! Uhm, I mean yeah, yeah I’m good.... I just- I really want to uh…” He clears his throat. WHY IS HE BEING SO AWKWARD?!

He raises the blue koala he won a while ago to you and you stare at it, confused.

“Take it.”

Ó.ò

What is this?

“I owe you an apology. I was too harsh on you. More than I need to be!” He chokes out, looking everywhere but you.

This was unexpected. A pleasant and unexpected turn of events. But you can’t let him bear all the shame here.

“You have every right to be. I understand where you’re coming from, trust me! I was a complete pain in your bum and I was potentially sabotaging your career too… So, really, I should be the one asking for your apology in the first place.”

Your soft tone and the equally soft look you have melts Namjoon’s heart even more.

Maaaaaan! He’s an idiot. How could anyone ever say mean things to you???

“No, it was totally unacceptable and I’m really, really sorry about everything I’ve said! I hope you accept my apology. Besides, I heard you’ve been hogging all the customers lately. You must be doing a pretty banging job then!”

You perk up at that and your face lights up, much to Namjoon’s pleasure.

“You've...heard?”

“Of course! What? You think I was completely ignoring you all this time?”

You sheepishly nod your head in which Namjoon chuckles to.

Wait a damn second… Holy smokes, were those- Does Namjoon HAVE DIMPLES???

He takes your hands and you feel your heart rate start to pick up.

He’s holding your hands what is this what is going on what is life his hands are big and warm oof

“Here, take this.” He gives you the koala then lets go of your hands immediately.

Sad reacs to that, bros

“Let this be a symbol that I will no longer be pushy towards you.” 

“And that I will try my best to no longer be a royal pain to you!” You chime in.

He smiles at that.

GASP

He DOES HAVE DIMPLES

Dimples are your weakness.

Why have you only fully realised this fact about him??

Oh sweet baby Jesus, take the wheel.

“So are we good now?” He asks.

Are you guys good? ARE YOU GUYS GOOD??

You forgave him the second you caught sight of his immaculate dimples.

“Yeah, all good.”

*** In a vague British wildlife commentator accent ***

𝑨𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌! 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕.

𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐" 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌,

𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏,

𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆,

𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

𝑶𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔.

𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.

𝑨 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚?

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏.

“Wow, you’re early today.”

Jimin looks up from his phone and smiles at you brightly as if him being here, this early, without a car is normal.

“Well, I thought, ‘why not do something different today?’ Namjoon hyung had his eye opening experience the other day so maybe we should have one too, don’t you think?”

You eye him warily at this sudden weirdness. 

“Uh, yeah. Sure… Whatever you say.”

With that, he extends his arm out like a gentleman and expects for you to link yours with. 

Huh. 

What is this? Why does it feel like he’s planning on something?? Where is his car???

He senses your hesitation so he steps even closer to you and his smile turns softer.

“Y/n, do you trust me?” He simply asks, his piercing gaze burning you.

If any of his army of fangirls and fanboys see this, you will be burned at the stake instead.

Oh, what a way to start the day.

But is all this weirding you out? Absolutely. 

Nonetheless, did you link arms with him without any further questions? Absolutely. 

Come on. It’s Jimin. What’s he gonna do? Bring you somewhere dangerous??

Your blood will turn gold first before that happens.

You must admit, walking down the street whilst linking arms with Jimin is a pleasant feeling.

A very pleasant feeling.

So much so that questioning him why you guys are seemingly taking a morning stroll instead of going to work slips your mind.

But not enough for you to forget to take note of the fact that he really does seem familiar with your surroundings, bearing in mind that you guys drive through a different route to work.

Jimin distracts you from the present with his charming smiles and warm stories of his first day of work.

His dad was supposed to drive him but he ended up taking the bus instead, much to his displeasure.

He’s not used to taking public transportation, perhaps? He’s also rich and slightly spoiled, perhaps?

His explanation, though, falls short of your expectation.

Apparently, he is slightly claustrophobic.

Well, that does make sense but still! This investigation is beginning to get colder than the frozen french toast you had for breakfast this morning.

Yes, you bought frozen french toast because even that simple meal is something you don’t know how to make.

You eventually share your current troubles with your dad. Jimin’s well aware of your car-less situation but you’ve never fully ranted to him about it.

To say the least, you are fully immersed in your discussion. You are so in the zone as if you are talking about something you are extremely passionate about.

People would think you are going on about something big like climate change, with how serious you are.

You also didn’t question why the two of you stopped by this bizarre looking pergola for a few minutes before entering a bus.

You did not even bat an eye when his arm tightened around yours after he realised the crowd inside the bus.

His anxiety was starting to kick in, okay??

Little by little, the bus gets even more crowded. 

What are we expecting here? It’s literally the morning rush hour.

It’s not that bad for any normal person. But for a claustrophobic Jimin and an inexperienced bus traveller Y/n, it’s ＢＡＤ.

Jimin focuses on you what you are talking about but his heartbeat still spikes with each passing bus stop. 

It didn’t help that you guys were just standing.

Curse public transportations.

He should be in the comforts of his baby, Herbie, right now. Yes, he named his car. You got a problem with that? Cause you can take it up to Yoongi or Taehyung!

“This is for Y/n.” He repeats to himself countless times. 

Even though it’s clear that this experience is not only for you but for him as well. You’re not the only one trying something new here as he is also getting over his own fears.

“How could he just throw his one and only daughter-- hEY watch the Valenciagas, would you?” You unintentionally raise your voice to this guy who accidentally stepped on your left foot.

The guy barely said anything and just gave you a scoff. 

To be fair, you shouldn't really wear expensive shoes to work.

Why do you even consider wearing your best shoes when you could literally pass as a minion with the rest of your ICEA uniform.

You make a mental note to wear your "normie" sneakers the next time you take the bus.

What were you thinking wearing these today as you take the bus??

….

………….

The. Bus….

Wait a dang second…

THE WHAT?!

????

(• ◡•)

"JIMIN!!" Your voice booms throughout the small confines of the crowded bus.

If this was a cartoon show, we'd be looking at a shaking bus right now.

Your fellow passengers all give you various looks of disapproval.

On the other hand, Jimin leaps a tiny bit at how startling your voice was.

Bless the poor lad. He is quite on edge right now and you aren't helping him at all.

"Don't give me puppy eyes. You distracted me! I can't believe it. To think that we were just talking about how awful public transportations are!"

He did not drop his puppy eyes. 

"I'm sorry but we have no choice! I don't have Herbie with me today."

You groaned. "I bet you did that on purpose, didn't you? That's why you were going on about trying something new a while ago!"

"Well…"

Wow. Just wow. 

You can't believe Jimin could do something so devious and sneaky. Maybe he's not so nice and innocent after all.

You try to take your arm away from his hold but he tightens it even more.

"Come on, Y/n! Don’t be mad at me. I’m really sorry but this’ll be a big help!”

IN WHAT WAY???

You want to stay mad at him so badly. But his face is just too cUTE!!

Gosh dammit JIMIN!

You can’t really do anything now since you guys are already inside the bus.

So you held on tighter to a frightened Jimin to comfort his slightly claustrophobic ass. (Which he welcomes oh so willingly, might I point out)

You need to stop being selfish since he’s clearly having a much harder time than you!

It’s not that bad! I mean, look. You’ve already passed by 6 stops. Apparently the mall is just 4 stops away.

You can do this it’s not that bad it’s really easy peasy lemon squeezy Jimin is really cuddly 

Jimin is really cuddly.

When the bus finally arrives at The Centre, you and Jimin yeet yourselves out of the bus faster than anyone can. How’d you manage to elbow through all the people is beyond anyone. 

In an instant, you see the six good looking men you’ve come accustomed to in the past few weeks, waiting by the same weird pergola you and Jimin stopped by a while ago (which you eventually find out is a bus stop)

The small “CONGRATULATIONS” banner did not go unnoticed especially since a totally unamused Yoongi is holding it.

Somehow, you find the colourful banner decorated in flowers and happy faces juxtaposed with his stern face very very cute.

Would you look at that?

You never thought that's a word you'd openly associate with Yoongi.

Better not let him know cause that's, without a doubt, going to be your death.

“Welcome, newly rebirthed people!!” Hoseok immediately walks up to the two of you and gives you a massive hug.

“Dude, don’t make this weird.” Seokjin slaps Hoseok away and in return, gives you a massive hug. “I’m so proud of you, children! I knew you two are capable of living amongst the normal people.”

Ohhhhh, they're in on this. Of course they'd be. There is NO way Jimin would've done all of this on his own.

The guys took turns in congratulating and giving you two hugs. It was quite a weird sight to behold this early outside the mall but hey, any achievement is important! So to everyone passing by, STOP BEING A KILLJOY AND LET OTHER PEOPLE ENJOY THEIR LIFE THE WAY THEY SEE FIT.

(Wow that got intense real quick and the narrator wishes to apologise.)

Behind all of them, Yoongi stands with the banner still in his hands.

You know what’s something else that he still also has?

His signature unamused and annoyed look.

Everyone looks at him, expecting him to give in to the ongoing mini celebration.

Wow, do his friends really not know him at all?

“What? You expect me to give hugs for something a grade schooler can do? Yeah, right! Get to work, people.” 

Yoongi rolls his eyes and walks away towards the mall entrance. (Still holding the banner.)

Even after a few weeks of knowing these people, you still can’t get used to him.

“He really doesn’t like me at all, huh?” You whisper quietly to Taehyung as you all follow along the grumpy man inside to get to your own respective jobs.

“Yoongi hyung? Nah. If he doesn’t like you, he wouldn’t even acknowledge your shadow.”

“I feel like that’s what he’s already doing though.”

You firmly believe that you’ve done something to this guy in your past life and somehow, he remembers it.

Tae chuckles. “He’s just not the most welcoming and affectionate type of person. Trust me, you don’t have to worry about him!”

That still doesn't make you feel reassured at all.

“I don’t know… Being cold is one thing, but this? He hasn’t even said anything remotely nice to me since knowing him!”

Taehyung stops in his tracks and holds both of your shoulders so you could look at him directly. “It was his idea to wait for you and Jimin at the bus stop.”

* insert surprised pikachu face *

“What?”

“Yep, that’s right. I’m telling you, Y/n, he does like you. He just has a weird way of showing it. He's like that to all of us." Oh, and don’t tell him you know it’s his idea. He’s gonna have a cow or something.”

Oh, okay then…

You’ve been wanting to get reassured that he doesn’t have some personal vendetta against you. But now that you have it, you just. Don’t. Know. How. To. React…???

You kinda thought you’d rejoice about knowing he doesn’t have it out to get you but now it just seems…. Normal.

Like not a big deal anymore.

Huh.

Maybe you have gotten used to his cold ways.

……...

So it was his idea to greet you and Jimin at the bus stop, huh?

If he’s totally cool with you, then does this mean you can tease him about it???

Oh, things are finally getting quite comfortable for you.

To conclude things:

You’re starting to think that maybe being an adult isn’t so awful of a thing to be.

You and Namjoon are finally off to a good friendship after a vERY rocky start.

Michael is actually the devil in disguise.

Jimin may or may not be rich, we’ll get back to that in the future.

Hoseok STILL doesn’t know what the 98% is of a 2% milk.

Jungkook is secretly the Hulk.

Seokjin is currently finding his next job.

Taehyung has grown a huge distaste for braids.

Him and Yoongi might have a future career in acting.

You apparently owe Yoongi a total of 1.10 dollars.

Oh, and he also isn’t totally disgusted by you after all :’)

All in all, you’re starting to actually like this rowdy group of guys.

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In The Quiet {Eijirou Kirishima}

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated! Apologies if there are a few inconsistencies with the movie, I haven’t seen it since its opening night back in February! This was mostly written as a self-indulgent piece because I’ve been super stressed and anxious lately, and I think sometimes just saying you’re afraid is a big step.

She took a deep breath and focused on the mushroom in her shaking palm. It was the last one, she reminded herself. One last mushroom for the miso that would be served to the island’s residents in the morning. They’d long since retired to bed and the class had formulated a plan for the next day, but she’d felt there was more work to be done.

The mushroom began to split apart like an optical illusion with a mirror, blooming left and right as it peeled untouched in opposite directions. In less than a minute there were two identical mushrooms in her hand and her vision was beginning to blur.

“You didn’t need to make thirty extra,” the voice of Sato chided gently as her eyes closed to stop the dizziness.

“N-no, s’better that I did,” she breathed. “That’ll make five extra pots of soup in the morning s-so there won’ be a need to ration as m-much.”

He frowned. “You overworked yourself pretty badly; you need rest for tomorrow.”

“S’okay,” she said with a shake of her head, grimacing when she realized how much worse it made her feel. “Gotta make sure th’ plan’s ready, war room’s waitin’.”

She dropped the mushrooms into the small crate she’d been filling for the last forty minutes or so and stumbled to the doorway, Sato following closely. Out in the hallway she braced her hand against the cool metal and slowly trekked to the small office room they had all met in earlier in the night as the storm outside had raged. The thunder and lightning had dissipated, but the tense atmosphere hadn’t.

When she reached the room she slumped in the doorway, all eyes of the few lingering classmates turning to her as Sato steadied her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Sero? Ur’aka? Wanna talk?”

The two exchanged a look before waving her over, then thinking better of it when she took a shaky step, went to her.

Kirishima watched them go to his girlfriend, brows furrowed in concern as he half listened to Iida go over their team’s plan for the seventh time. She looked pale and sick, her body trembling enough that he could see it from across the room. He could tell that she’d massively overdone it with her quirk and was likely on the verge of passing out.

“Hey uh, Kirishima?”

He snapped from his thoughts to see Sato in front of him apologizing to Iida, Todoroki, and Tsu for taking him aside. They didn’t fight it, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to focus with her looking the way she did.

“What happened?” he asked as they stepped away.

Sato sighed. “I found her in the kitchen multiplying food for the morning. She made enough for at least five extra pots of miso which is easily thirty-five or forty more portions because she thought it would help not to ration as much since the residents are gonna be in for a long day too.”

He closed his eyes and blew out a breath. Part of him wanted to be mad that she’d pushed herself far past what she knew her limit was, but the much larger part of him knew that he would’ve done the exact same thing if he could. Being a hero meant helping others and going Plus Ultra to do it.

Opening his eyes he gave Sato a weak smile. “Thanks for telling me, man. I’ll… I’ll make sure she gets some rest.”

They bid each other goodnight and he walked to where she stood with Sero and Uraraka discussing their roles for the next day in slurred syllables strung together with a tired tongue. Their classmates watched her warily, ready to catch her if she collapsed.

He slipped an arm around her waist and her body sagged against his in recognition, bleary eyes glancing up to meet his with a lopsided smile sliding across her lips.

“Hey, you two mind if I steal her?” he asked.

Sero shook his head. “No worries, I think we’re good for tomorrow. Have a good night, yeah?”

Uraraka smiled and quietly joined Midoriya at the table where the island’s map was still spread out with scribbled plans marking the canvas.

Not wanting as many eyes on them, Kirishima dropped his arm from her shoulders to place his hand on the small of her back and steered her back into the hallway so they could talk privately. Once they were a few meters away from the office he began to speak with cautious words.

“Sato said you multiplied a bunch more ingredients for the morning.”

“Mhm.”

“You had the energy to do that after multiplying what we had to make dinner?”

Her head lolled from side to side. “Don’t want anyone goin’ hungry.”

“Your heart’s too big sometimes,” he chuckled fondly.

“One’a talk, aren’t ya?” she replied.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he admitted. “The fact that Todoroki and I are taking the next shift to watch the villain we captured and stand guard probably doesn’t help my case. I should actually go back in and grab him, we have to meet Mina and Shoji downstairs soon. You should head to bed.”

She blinked. “No, ‘m waiting for you.”

“You need rest to get your energy back up for the morning,” he said quietly, feeling her slump against him. “C’mon, I’ll take you up to the room you girls are sharing before I go on shift.”

She shook her head. “I’ll wait up w’ you, s’only an hour. Then we’ll sleep.”

“No, you’re dead on your feet,” he replied. “Plus I can’t stay anyway, I don’t wanna make the others feel awkward being in the room with all of you. Look on the bright side, it’s only one night.”

“But it migh’ be the last one.”

He froze, her words sending an uncomfortable shiver down his spine.

It… could be the last night, couldn’t it? He’d brushed off one night spent apart, not even considering there was a possibility they wouldn’t reconvene for the next. Was he spoiled with the routine of having her pressed against him beneath the blankets that he couldn’t fathom it never happening again?

Working as heroes in training while so young made them walk such a fine line in so many aspects of their lives. On one hand he knew how dangerous their current situation was with the lack of Pro’s to back them up and that there was a very real and high likelihood that injuries were going to happen. On the other, he wholeheartedly expected them to be okay, to be able to return to classes and the dorms and their routines.

He expected to be alive twenty-four hours from now.

But she was right, it was a possibility that one of them or even both of them wouldn’t be.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tried to figure out the right thing to say. “I… we sh—”

“I jus’ wanna be close to you,” she said tearfully. “I can pr-pretend s’okay if you’re wi’ me.”

“Believe me, I want to be close to you too!” he said desperately. “But I have a patrol with Todoroki in a few minutes and you need to sleep, baby. You’re practically asleep standing here and-and even though I don’t want to sleep apart either, there’s not much we can do.”

“Can’t do this righ’ now.”

He could see the gathering shine on her lash line and felt utterly helpless as she pushed past him to reenter the office once again. He tilted his head back with a deep sigh and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. The stress of the day had already had a headache forming but the last ten minutes had amplified it.

“Hey.”

The gruff voice from his right made him jump, dropping his hands to turn and face Bakugo who was leaned against the wall. Despite the unimpressed look on his face, Kirishima could tell he’d heard the end of their conversation at the very least.

“She looks like shit.”

“She’s exhausted. Sato told me she multiplied enough food for at least thirty or forty extra portions to serve the islanders tomorrow.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Of course she did; wouldn’t be your fuckin’ girlfriend if she wasn’t pulling some selfless shit.”

He frowned. “Do you have to be so rude just because she wants to help? Especially when we’re all on edge? C’mon, man. It’s bad enough I can’t be with her tonight when she’s not feeling her best on top of every other damn thing going on, so can you just stop?”

Bakugo stayed silent and his glare was steady. He wasn’t angry, not at Kirishima or his girlfriend but the entire goddamn shitshow situation this work assignment had morphed into. It felt like eons had gone by since he had been shyly asked for the millionth time if he was sure it was fine for her to come to their room at the lodge and share the bed with her boyfriend. He didn’t care—it wasn’t like either of them had the courage to screw around when he was barely a meter away—but he did notice how much better his best friend slept when she was tucked under his arm.

Between that fact and the easy assumption that she was probably the same way, he made up his mind.

“I’ll take your shift. Go to the office two doors down from the girls’ room, you’ll find a futon where you two can sleep.”

Kirishima’s brows furrowed. “What are you talking about? You’re still hurt and why would there even be a futon in—”

“I wasn’t gonna sleep half on top of the rest of you assholes like we did at training camp so I found myself my own room but if she needs you, take it. And it doesn’t fuckin’ matter if I’m hurt, heroes push past pain to get shit done.”

“But where will you sleep if we take that room? I’m grateful for the offer but I don’t want us to take away the rest you need.”

Bakugo sighed in frustration. “The couch in the meeting room probably pulls out, its fine, now just go to her, fuck!”

He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he had heard her sleepy slur of how it may be their last night together and the heart everyone assumed was made of stone broke just a bit. Like hell was anyone dying if he had anything to say about it, least of all those two, but if she was worried it wouldn’t help her mental state in the fight that was waiting for them at daybreak. He wanted her sharp, that was the biggest reason for his generosity. It certainly outweighed the fact that his best friend and his girlfriend were disgustingly important to him and he wanted them happy.

“Thanks, Bakugo,” Kirishima said softly. “I really appreciate this.”

The blonde turned away and crossed his arms, ignoring the urge to wince. “Don’t read into it.”

Before anything else could be said he was trudging down the hallway and around the corner to the stairwell. For all his yelling and generally poor attitude he could be kind when he felt the people closest to him needed it most, but he’d be damned if he stuck around for more than a single word of thanks.

With a shake of his head Kirishima turned back to the office and walked in to find Uraraka sitting beside her on the small couch where Yaoyorozu had laid earlier in the night. Eyes red from exhaustion and what looked like a few tears blinked up at him blearily.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, thumbs brushing away the half-dried tear tracks. “Got a little surprise for ya.”

She cocked her head to the side but didn’t object, standing up on wobbly legs with a supportive hand on her lower back from Uraraka. He draped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to his side, throwing a grateful glance in the other girl’s direction.

“Thank you for sitting with her.”

Uraraka smiled sadly. “Take care of her, Kirishima.”

He nodded, a tiny grin allowing the tip of one pointed tooth to peek out.

She waved them off as she went back to Midoriya, and he set out towards the opposite staircase that Bakugo had taken with her by his side. He half carried her up the dozen or so stairs before they had another expanse of hallway to walk, her weight nothing when she had to lean on him.

“Where we goin’?”

He smiled. “Bakugo got us a private room.”

Humming in confusion or acknowledgement—he wasn’t sure which—she closed her eyes, cheek pressed firmly against his bicep as he led her past the office the girls were going to share for the night. Stopping two rooms down just as he’d been told, Kirishima pushed the door open to see filing cabinets against the far wall and a desk that had been pushed to the side to accommodate the futon in the middle of the room.

Shuffling her in his arms, he lightly kicked the door closed behind them and put them into semi-darkness as he moved them farther into the room. He let her lean back against the desk as he removed her utility belt, boots, and the bulkier vest of her hero costume, then removed his own accessories, both his headpiece and shoulder gears set onto the desk next to her belt and vest, boots tossed aside with her smaller ones.

“Time to get some sleep,” he murmured, guiding her to lie down on the futon. The limited light from the corridor through the paneled window of the office door cast dull shadows over them both.

She curled up on her right side almost immediately, her body drawn to the far side so that he had a perfect space to slot himself behind her. It was as if they were back at the lodge in his and Bakugo’s room, taking their places for the night to rest for the long day ahead. That part, at least, was still true.

The morning would bring the difference. There wouldn’t be time to wake up slowly like they liked, blankets cocooned around them and their legs entangled, lazy kisses and easy conversation shared. There would be redressing in their gear then parting to take their positions with Kirishima going to the forest and her to the open fields.

He tried desperately to push the thought of being apart from her out of his head but its claws dug in deep, hanging onto him like a heavy weight. It made him scramble to his place on the futon and pull her back against his chest, their breathing synching to match her slower, more even breaths as it helped him focus on warding off the panic attack looming.

In the quiet of the night it was always hard to chase away the fear and worries he held, and on this night it was so much worse. The dark thoughts intermingled with all of the things he loved about her, teetering him on the edge of what felt like insanity.

Her eyes were beautifully determined when she fought and he hoped with everything he had that he would be able to see that look in her eyes again in the future when they fought together as Pro’s and not as the permanent set of her gaze from a twisted and broken body unmoving at the peninsula’s entrance. Would he be able to look into lifeless eyes even if they were the same ones that would’ve once looked at him so fondly?

She had always hugged him close with arms far stronger than they looked and they made him feel safe and confident and cared for. He always prayed that she felt the same when his encircled her waist and pulled her close but tomorrow he wouldn’t be with her and she would be so far from him and those strong arms of hers might not be strong enough to withstand the force of Nine. What if they snapped, bone splintering through her skin?

There was a brightness in her smile that set his heart on fire and grew even more blindingly beautiful the closer they became to one another both as friends and partners. He desperately needed to see that brightness continue its growth as their relationship grew—how it would look the first time they exchanged I love you’s or the first time they were intimate. How… how would he live if he never saw it again?

Somehow she cared enough to be with him despite his insecurities and low class ranking and weird group of friends, so if it was him who fell in battle the next day, she would be devastated. Could he expect her to stay strong if she survived only for Iida or Todoroki to show her his battered body and apologize for bringing the news of his death?

In the stillness of the office, he shuddered. The worries would surely plague him until the exhaustion won out and follow him to his dreams, nightmarish possibilities knowing no bounds. It didn’t matter, he had to remind himself. He would rise with the sun and fight regardless. He wasn’t a hero fully recognized by Japan, but he would be a hero tomorrow when he would stand by his classmates to keep the island residents safe. His resolve was more solid than his quirk.

Kirishima tightened his hold around her waist and breathed in deeply.

“’M afraid, Eijirou,” she whispered.

He bit his lip. “So am I.”

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated!

[angrypixie-sarisa]

Just friends

Piedras rodantes pt.21

Sam xMexican!Witch!fem!readerx Dean (polyamorous)

Summary: ever since the trip to San Salvador, Dean has been thrilled with the extenses of your magic, making you feel quite burned out. That and also combined with the fact that Crowley got something brewing up. And to top it all up, we have some delicate jealousy. All to make the perfect disaster, altough something might be missing, or rather someone.

“Hey! We should go to Guadalajara.” 

You sighed and placed the knife you were holding down besides the cutting board that presented some cucumber and jicama already cut in long skinny pieces. You turned around to watch Dean enter your kitchen from your supplies closet. You never thought he'd be the one insisting in using this magical shortcuts but boy, you were wrong.

"Again? What do you want from Guadalajara now? We've just went a month ago."

"Exactly, it's been a month, it's too long."

You rolled your eyes and went back to place your vegetables in a bowl and prepping them with chile en polvo and chamoy, whilst murmuring "not long enough". 

Just as you were going to bring him back to earth, his cellphone rang. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back to your shoulders, you took a deep breath and whispered a thank you to whoever had blessed you with the interruption. 

“I gotta go.” His voice sounded closer than before. His finger tapped you in the arm, bringing you back to reality. 

“See ya.” He said before placing a kiss in your cheek. Act that left you astonished, but he didn’t have the chance to see it, because he quickly went back to the place he had come from. 

You sighed and closed sloppily the portal. You placed your hand on your left elbow, your hunger already replaced by nausea. You took the bowl filled with your snack and placed it in the fridge for later. Then you messaged Diego to open a portal for you, which he did gladly. 

He was waiting for you at the other side, reaching for you as soon as you stepped through the veil and into his room. He hugged you and placed a kiss at your temple. It seemed that it was something that had been repeating itself. 

“Cuidado.” You whispered. 

He let you go and watched your figure go as you made yourself comfortable in his bed. He studied your aura, your energy’s radius was short and it seemed that a greyish green was taking over all the colors surrounding you. 

He closed the portal and went to take out his pipe and weed. 

“What happened? You’re always real careful not to overwork yourself.” He prepped one pipe and went to prep the next one. 

“Tengo un corazón muy estupidamente grande.” You groaned onto his pillow. 

“¿Sí? ¿Por qué es eso?” He sat next to you, waiting for you to sit as well, before handing you one of the pipes and lighting it up. 

You took a drag, before answering. “Tal vez, sólo tal vez, I’ve been opening too many portals this past months.” 

“Months?!” 

You shrugged, letting the smoke out. “He’d never seen the beach or another country. He has never experienced something else than hunting.”

“You did this for him? Just him?”

“I suggested I’d plan for them a family trip but he reclined it.” 

“Selfish.”

“Mucho.” In unison, both of you took another drag and let out once again the smoke from your mouths. 

“Just today he came to me, asking if I wanted to go to Guadalajara.”

“Did you turn him down?”

“Didn’t get a chance. Lisa saved me, I guess.” You placed your head on his shoulder and he patted it softly. 

“Ay niña.”

You sighed. “Ya sé; tendré que hablar con él… Cuando no me duela el brazo.” You took in a deep breath, coughing a little bit at the tingle in your lungs. 

“¿Y tú? Me saludaste muy amoroso cuando entré.”

You both waited to finish smoking so the conversation would flow easier. 

“Te extrañaba.” He took your hand in his, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. 

“¿Y?”

“Tyler fue a pasar el fin de semana con su familia.”

“¿Y son buenos?”

He shook his head. 

“Sí pero podrían ser mejor. Sabes son de esos que dicen que está bien pero no están dispuestos a escuchar de la relación. Except for his brothers and cousins. And I’m… I’m just a little worried for him.” 

You groaned in disapproval. 

He slipped down and turned so he would hug your waist, placing his head on your chest. You started playing with his hair, careful not to maneuver your left arm too much. 

“Don’t you feel like the energy is a little weird right now?”

“Thank you for saying that, I thought I was the only one who felt it.” You said, squinting your eyes. “It’s as if something isn’t quite in place. You know when you’re completing a puzzle and you use a piece that fits physically but in the picture it’s something completely different?”

“Yeah. It feels like that, right?”

“It feels exactly like that.” You both sighed. 

“Well, we only have to endure it.” Diego said. 

“If it were something natural we would, but it feels…”

“Supernatural?” 

You nodded as your head started to ache. Recently, you were having constant headaches and you thought that it was only the beginning of something worse. 

“Where are you going?!” Lisa called back as Dean stood underneath the doorway. 

“I need more supplies for the new job and…”

“And you thought of stopping by at Y/N’s?” She was already by his side, sweet smile on her face, even though her thoughts weren’t as sweet. 

“Yeah, why?” He asked nonchalantly, as if it was obvious. “I asked Ben if he wanted to come, but he said he wanted to hang out with his friends and you have that dinner you wanted to attend to.” 

“Right but, I wanted you to come with me.”

He frowned. That was weird, when it came to couple’s stuff usually it meant a night in, in the comfortable intimacy of their home. It wasn’t as he wasn’t excited, but she had never invited him before. 

“Oh. that’s new.”

“Yeah, is that alright?” 

He smiled affectionately at her. “Of course it’s alright.” He dragged her close to him as he kissed her sweetly on the lips. She hummed at the affection in the kiss, which made all of her insecurities drift away, for the moment. 

“You really are playing with fire here, little one.” Crowley’s voice sounded behind you. You didn’t even flinch; instead you sighed and continued spraying water to your plants. 

“And why would that be?”

“Please, don’t tell me you’re not seeing what’s happening here.”

You shrugged and placed your spritzer on the coffee table. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  You said as you went to get your cup of wine, which you left at the other side of the table. 

“Oh, come on! Another Winchester? I thought that with your friend’s warning it would be enough, but it seems you are really stubborn.”

You sighed, sitting down at your couch, kicking your feet up the coffee table. 

“It was fate, not me, okay?”

“That's the oldest cope out ever." He said as he sat beside you, crossing his arms. 

"It's not a cope out. You know better than anyone the lengths I went through so I wouldn't find him coincidentally again, you know after the shadow travel thing." 

"Yeah, I'm still mad about that." 

You glared at him. "You and I both know you cannot stay mad at me." 

He resisted the urge to shove your face in the opposite direction so he wouldn't have to endure your gaze. "Shut up." 

You giggled and hugged his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Why are you so worried?" 

He sighed and tried to avoid the stiffness that wanted to take over his body. 

"I just don't want you to get hurt. And I know that if you get stuck with the Winchesters you will end up badly broken." 

You skipped a heartbeat at his words. He said Winchesters, plural not singular. He knew something that you didn't, you were sure of it. Your intuition kicked in and suddenly, the dots started to connect slowly. Something was coming and whatever it was, it was part of Crowley's plans. That's why he kept warning you over and over again to get away from Dean, he didn't want you to get in the middle of the cross-fire. 

You sighed, hugging him tighter. You always did that, but not even him could tell the difference between a tight sweet embrace and a stiff calculated one. 

"I love you, Crowley. But I'm not a child."

Your phone rang just after you ended meditating. You sighed massaging your temples before answering, thinking: Perfect timing, Dean. 

“Hi.” You said groggily. 

“Hey. Did I wake you up?” He asked, a little thrown aback, he wasn’t expecting you to be asleep so early. 

“No, I just came back from meditating, I’m a little groggy.” 

He frowned, not getting why you would come back groggy from something like that. 

“Okay, hey, Lisa and I are going out, could you watch Ben tonight? If it’s not too out of the bat.” 

You took in a deep breath. Normally you wouldn’t hesitate but recently everything just felt wrong, like nothing you did had the result you were expecting and you that you had a lack of control over the simplest things. Your intuition had a rough time ass well, the only good kick it had so far was when you were with Crowley. That demon had something boiling up and you were determined to find out, something you wouldn’t ever do, because you’ve never cared enough. But this time, he was really messing up with the big stuff that it had a direct effect in the whole world. And you been connected to the world, well, it affected you and your coven in an awful lot of way. 

“Or do you have plans tonight?” He asked. You had no idea you had disconnected from the conversation.

“Oh, um, no, I mean I don’t have plans, I’ll gladly watch Ben.” I hope this doesn’t backfire, I already have too much in my plate. You thought. 

“Great, thanks.” you could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“You’re welcome, Winchester.  But I expect something in return.” You teased. 

“Oh yeah? Like what? I ain’t helping you get rid of that creepy spider.”

“What Eugenia? She’s chill, she helps me not get bitten by mosquitoes, I would never kick her out.” 

He rolled his eyes, of course you would let a creepy potentially venomous spider stay at your home. Although you would probably argue that almost all spiders, if not all, are venomous just in different dosis. 

“Alright, then how?”

He thought you would be shrugging, he had a feeling you were shrugging. “I don’t know, I’ll think of something.” 

“Y/N.” He warned you 

“What?! Maybe I’ll ask for a lift someday, you don’t know that. But I can assure you it won’t be something out of the other world. ‘kay?” 

“Fine, but I expect the right to refuse if it’s something too wild.” He saw Lisa enter the living room with a smile that faltered for a moment when she saw him on the phone. 

“Of course, I’m not that cruel. Expect me there in a minute, maybe two.”

“Alright, bye.” He hung up the phone, reaching immediately for Lisa, planting a kiss on her lips. 

“So, you were talking to Y/N?” 

“Yeah, I asked her to watch Ben, she’s already on her way.” Her breath hitched a little bit, but she managed to stay smiling and nod. 

“Great.” She fiddled with her fingers at the back of his neck. And curse him and his keen eye, because he knew something was not right. 

“Wait, what’s wrong?”

She hesitated, fiddling with her fingers a little bit more before answering. 

“I don’t like it when you spend a lot of time with her.” 

He gulped. “Okay?”

“It’s just, I feel, every time you spend too much time with her… I don’t know, it’s like you-” She bit her lip before continuing. “-like you forget about us for a moment. And it’s the tiniest moment-” She rushed as she saw him open his mouth to answer. “-but it happens. It’s not like a I don’t like her, I do, but I think we could step back a little bit. She has her own life after all. Not everything’s about friends, she could be dealing with other things too.” And it was true, she did think of that too, but that didn’t hide the fact that she was growing a little jealous. It would be a lie to say that she didn’t have a little pride for being one of the people Dean trusted in. So when she saw him open up to you as well, it was like a hit in her ego. And she knew it was ridiculous, although you would probably say that she was entitled to feeling that way. As you had said once, a little jealousy was okay, it was when it was getting out of hand that it needed to be taken care of. 

He took a deep breath in. He did had his head deep in magic since he found out of the doors. A little bit of grounding would be good for him. “Okay. I guess, uh, I got too carried away, huh?” 

She laughed, relieved to hear those words coming out of his mouth. “Just a little bit. But we…” She kissed him in one cheek, then the next, before lightly her lips to his. “...can fix that.” 

“Listen here, buddy! If you think you will win this hand…” You arched your eyebrow at Ben, who was laughing his ass off at your funny faces. He tried mimicking them once, but he just looked funny, not in the purpose of the faces but just in a failing manner. 

“...Then you’re right! Dang it!” You said, tossing your cards on the table, revealing your pathetic hand. 

“Yes! The treasure is mine!” He screamed as he claimed the m&m’s in the center of the table. 

“Alright, alright. Calmed down, Smaug. You won’t be eating those before the pizza gets here.” 

“Smaug? Pssss, what a nerd.” 

You gasped, making your most offended face ever, before smiling. “Thank you! That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Nerd.” 

“What?! I’m not a nerd.” 

“Sure, sure, let me just ask you something. How did you know Smaug’s a nerdy thing?” You saw him blush and stamer as he tried to justify his nerd ass. 

“You read the Hobbit! You’re a nerd just like me!” 

“Shut up! I had nothing to do and I already had finished all my videogames and…”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. You certainly didn’t care enough to learn the name of the characters. Oh, wait…” You laughed and he tossed candy at you, intending it to hit you, but you just made it land in your mouth and ate it. 

“Dang it! Stop it, Y/N, I want it to hit you!” 

You shrugged. “Sorry, you just have to have better aim. He, he.” And just as he was opening his mouth, the doorbell rang. “Pizza!” You both yelled. 

It was more late than they normally arrived. Ben was already asleep up in his room. You however, were reading on the couch, trying not to sneak glances at the window with every passing shadow. Now that you knew it wasn’t something specifically caused by you, like your own paranoia making you see things that weren’t there, you had a better way of thinking and analyzing the situations. 

Just as you almost complied and looked through the window angrily, you heard the lock of the front door turn. Dean and Lisa entered and you sighed in relief. Perfect timing. 

Lisa’s gaze was the first to land on you. And you perfectly saw how her smile faltered for the slightest moment. 

“Hey.” You whispered, not knowing why but you didn’t want to speak to loud. 

“Hi. Is Ben already…?” 

You nodded with a small smile. “Yeah.” She nodded with a smile like yours before telling she was going to head upstairs to her son. 

When she was upstairs, Dean came into the living room, stopping in front the couch you were at. 

“Hey.”

You arched your brow at him. “Hi?” 

“Uh, can we… Can we talk?” 

You frowned and shrugged. “Sure.” He motioned with his head towards the door, before heading there himself. You followed him, picking up your stuff as you made your way out. 

“Qué paso?” 

He scratched the back of his neck, looking at the pick up, the grass, the porch, anything but you. 

“Dean? What is it? Surely it can’t be that bad.” 

“It’s just…” He sighed, rubbing his temples. 

“Lisa’s… a little bit jealous.” Then he looked at you and your surprised face. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” You said whilst hugging yourself. It was surprising, you never thought she could get jealous, after all Dean was a friend. Just a friend. Did she think you wanted to screw up her relationship with him? 

“She just thinks we spend too much time together.” You nodded for him to continue, but that was it. He shrugged. There was nothing else to say. 

“Okay, then. So we spend less time together.” You shrugged, surely it wouldn’t affect you, that way you could get a break from the overwhelmingly use of your magic. 

“Yeah, I know, it’s just…”

You smiled, laughing to yourself as those words escaped his lips. “Ah. So you’re bothered by this.” 

“Only by the idea that she’s jealous. It’s… it’s not like we spend that much time together or that I would do anything or you for that matter.”

You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest. “I know, but we have to respect her feelings. And just make it clear that we’re…”

“Just friends.” You both said, and you couldn’t help to smile at each other. 

“Jinx, you owe me, Winchester.”

“Oh come on!” 

You shrugged as you walked away from his porch. Something told him that you were shadow traveling home. “Ni modo, mijo. ¿Pa’ qué se duerme?”

You checked your purse as u exited your home. Everything that you needed was there. You turned around and locked your door, recasting every security spell that started to wear off. You were meeting Dean at a bar, you’re meetings had become less frequent for Lisa’s sake and he had told you that it actually helped. This time in particular had been quite long since you two had hang out together so it was refreshing to see him again and hear his stupid jokes. 

Just as you were heading out, you heard a rustle near your bushes at the side of your house. You neared them cautiously. Maybe it was a cat that wasn’t Shcrödinger. But it didn’t feel like a cat. 

You were a few steps away when… “Don’t!” Impossible. You turned your head but your vision turned blurry, you could only make out a tall figure running towards you, but that voice. 

“Sammy?”

[cherryeoo]

Morning Star (Ateez Fantasy!Au) Ch 7

Summary: Two unlikely companions join together to ride the rollercoaster known as: Life. With a yin and yang balance, they soon discover that there’s not only beauty in the beast, but beast in the beauty.

“I agree ma’am. I feel like it’s all for the best too for the sake of the case.”

Saetbyeol stood before her bosses desk, hands clasped before her. Since San’s outburst in the car on their way back from the cave it had been decided by Saet and her boss that San be taken off the case. She still didn’t know what had suddenly gotten into San that night. 

“Very well. I know you’ll continue to work hard but just remember to take care of yourself and not overwork yourself.” 

Bidding Saet goodbye her boss shooed her out of the office with a soft smile. Saetbyeol’s boss was always very caring and kind. The two women instantly became friends when Saet was hired. Returning to her desk, she sunk into her chair - an audible sigh escaping her lips. It’s been almost three weeks since she last saw San. Her heart felt heavy and constantly ached. At first she wasn’t sure why she felt the way she did, but it didn’t take long for her to realize the truth. She hasn’t heard from her best friend Mirae since the night she was attacked either. What was going on? Was everyone abandoning her?

Shaking her head - sections of hair brushing her bare shoulders, pieces sticking to the knit fabric, strands falling across her face and eyes - the sensation soft and familiar but at the same time ticklish and foreign. Waiting for her computer to power on Saetbyeol sifted through her notes mentally bookmarking what to add. She didn’t know how she was going to handle all of this herself but she wasn’t going to let anything stop her from solving this mystery! 

-

This case was not making any sense. The more Saetbyeol investigated, the more it seems like something primal and less human. But what could do such a thing? It was time to broaden Saet’s horizons. Making her way back to the office Saetbyeol noticed a familiar figure standing near the picnic tables. 

“Mirae!” Saetbyeol burst into a sprint as she crashed bodies with her best friend - pulling her into a tight embrace. 

“Where have you been?! What happened to you after that night?! I have been trying to reach you ever since! I was starting to worry something really bad happened to you!” 

Mirae held her friends shaking frame tight, gently rubbing her back hoping to calm her.The two sat at a nearby table - Mirae watching Saetbyeol wipe away the tears that soaked her rosy cheeks. Once she sensed Saet calm down enough she proceeded to fill her in.

“I received an emergency phone call from my parents the next morning so I had to rush back home. I ended up leaving all my belongings here and my phone had died so I wasn’t able to contact you. I’m really sorry for worrying you, everything is okay now.”

“When did you get back?” 

“Late last night. I assumed you were sleeping so I decided to wait until today and tell you everything face to face. How is everything going with the case? How is San doing?”

Saetbyeol’s heart dropped at the sound of his name, a frown forming across her face. Mirae noticed the sudden change in her demeanor. “I haven’t seen or heard from him since the two of us got back to the office after we visited the caves. I’m worried Mirae. I know I shouldn’t be it’s just...I’ve gotten used to him being by my side. I miss his teasing, his laughter, the way his eyes formed small crescent shapes when he smiled. I miss it all and I don’t even know why I do.” 

Mirae’s eyes widened at the news. Seeing tears well up in Saet’s eyes once more, anger burst through her body. She didn’t understand how this could happen. He was so nice to her. He protected her. He treated her better than he treated anyone. Mirae knew what was going on but dared not say anything, they needed to figure it out on their own. None of this made sense to her. How could things turn out like this?

“What happened when I was away?”

Lowering her head, Saetbyeol began to recite everything that occurred in the past three weeks - tears flowing freely. But Saetbyeol didn’t care, she missed Choi San so much. It was only now when she realized just how she felt about him. Coming to an end she gently shook her head. 

The night in the car San stared at her so intensely Saetbyeol genuinely felt afraid of San, a feeling she never thought she would experience with him. His eyes were stone cold, like the damp stones in the cave. His words piercing like daggers. He had told her how she was smothering him. She was holding him back. He was constantly embarrassed to be around her. She was always causing him trouble. He wanted nothing to do with her anymore. The two drove back to the office in complete silence. Saetbyeol was in shock. The whole way she stared blankly out the window - tears threatened to fall from her eyes but she willed them not to. The last she saw of him was his car driving away, leaving her standing outside the office in the cold night. Turning her back she walked back to her apartment, allowing the tears to flow down her cheeks.

 “I don’t know how any of this happened. Things were going great between us. San had changed, but he reverted back to his old self maybe even worse.”

Bringing Saetbyeol into her side as to hide her away from onlookers Mirae wanting nothing more than to hunt him down and give him a piece of her mind and then some. Little did she know she was about to get her wish. Hearing the revving of an engine race towards them Mirae glanced up. A yellow sports car whipped into an empty parking spot, just barely missing the car to the right. A young woman about Mirae and Saetbyeol’s age emerged from the driver’s side. 

“Well that explains the poor, careless driving.” Mirae thought.

Then she saw him. The thin, slender figure stepped gracefully from the passenger side. Choi San. A smug smirk smeared across his face. Mirae wanted nothing more than to smack it off. He walked over to the woman as she immediately clung to his arm. The pair walked towards the building laughing and talking as if they had known one another for their entire life. But San once said he didn’t have any friends or family. So just who exactly was this girl? 

Saetbyeol lowered her head even more, freeing her hair from behind her ears as a way to shield her eyes and face entirely from his view. He couldn’t let him see her tears. He can’t know the effect this had on her. Watching the two walk past without a glance her way through the black curtain her heart shattered. He has completely forgotten all about her, about everything they’ve been through. Fate really did enjoy playing games with Saetbyeol. 

“Just who the hell does she think she is?!” 

Mirae cursed audibly as she stood up to go run after him and demand answers but was halted by a gentle tug on her sleeve. Looking down, Saet’s trembling hand clung to her, refusing to look up. Sighing, Mirae hoisted her friend up and ushered her to the car. “Come on, let’s go home.” 

Saetbyeol buried herself deep within her sheets. Blocking all sunlight out. She felt numb. No sense of hurt, cold or heartache could touch her. She sunk so far into herself nothing mattered. Mirae fed her - Saet’s eyes hollow, her stare blank. All light and warmth sucked from her eyes. Tears no longer fell, she was emotionless. Just a hollow shell of who she once was. Her entire being taken from her. Mirae couldn’t watch her best friend go on like this. 

Grabbing her jacket and key’s she stormed out to her car and raced to Saetbyeol’s job. Saet knew what she was about to do but she no longer cared. Screeching to a stop, Mirae instantly locked on to her target. San sat alone at the furthest picnic table. Picking at his food, staring blankly ahead, he only snapped out of his trance at the sound of Mirae’s fist slamming onto the table right next to him. 

“Choi San you have a lot of explaining to do. And it better be good.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” San continued to stare straight ahead, his eyes still glazed over. His eyes were puffy but she wasn’t sure if it was from lack of sleep, staring at the computer screen or something else entirely. 

Mirae’s blood boiled hot within her veins. Without second thought her hands darted forward grabbing San by the front of his shirt, forcing him to look at her. Her gaze was so intense San couldn’t look away, he had never seen this usual gentle girl this angry. But he wasn’t sure as to why she was mad at him. What had he done? He tried to shake her off but her grip only tightened like a rattlesnake waiting for its prey to accept defeat. 

“You know damn well what I’m talking about! Saetbyeol! Or have you forgotten about her? Your partner at work, your friend, the girl you love, every cruel thing you said to her that night.”

Confusion danced across his face. The look in his eyes flickered at the sound of her name, as if he was trying to fight to remember something important that was slowly drifting away. His eyes started to become clear as realization set in. Mirae could see a battle raging in his eyes as he fought to hold onto the memories. 

“What are you doing?! Get off my boyfriend!” 

Mirae whipped her head in the direction of the voice only to see the girl that was attached to San at the office. Her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders, bangs swept off to one side covering her left eye slightly. The girl was dressed in a rather short and skin tight dress, not really the appropriate attire for a cold winter afternoon, a fur jacket draped over her small frame. The clattering of her heels got louder as she got closer to the two.

“This is none of your business!” Mirae snapped at the girl, returning her head back to San just to see his eyes completely glaze back over the closer she got. Just who was this girl and what power did she hold over him?

“It is my business when you’re harassing my boyfriend.”

Mirae had to admit the girl before her was very charming, but too charming. Her voice was like the sound of soft chimes that sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps to form all across your body. Her eyes were soft and around but the gaze that radiated from them was so intense it would make any man cower before her, even San. 

“My name is Solmi. I am San’s girlfriend. I am also working here now and San’s new partner.” 

Mirae couldn’t take much more of her. Releasing San, she turned to face Solmi. “I could care less who you say you are. I know who you really are, you can’t fool me and you’ll never replace Saetbyeol.” 

Solmi scoffed, raising her head she glared at Mirae “I don’t care, it’s not going to change anything. You and I both know this. Oh by the way, I know who you are as well.” 

Solmi reached down grabbing San’s arm helping him to his feet. Turning their backs to Mirae the two made their way inside. “Damn siren.”

Mirae spun on her heels making her way back to her car and home to Saet. She wasn’t going to allow San to be manipulated by that woman. And she certainly wasn’t going to allow her best friend to give up. 

-

Saetbyeol sat at her desk, her focus fully on the screen of her computer as she typed diligently about the new findings and theories to what really is responsible for all the killings. There was another attack a couple nights ago. Saetbyeol received a call in the middle of the night from her boss with the news. She immediately raced to the address her boss had texted her. The scene was the same as in the cave, bodies of animals piled skillfully on top of one another, the kill site was clean, the livers of each carcass was missing. 

Thinking back to that night at the cave Saetbyeol paused as the memories flooded her mind. The smell, the bodies, the way she cut her ankle, how San...San. Saetbyeol was successfully able to bury her feelings deep within her enough so she could return to work. She was still numb to everything but she pulled herself together with the help of Mirae. No. She won’t allow herself to think of him. He made things quite clear that night and then when he returned back to work with her. 

Hearing the sound of an all familiar laugh, Saetbyeol raised her head just enough to be able to glance out of the corner of her eye. Across the room she saw San and his new partner, Solmi she thinks Mirae told her, standing close to one another as they discussed a project they were working on. They were all everyone talked about, while Saetbyeol was once again left in the shadows - no longer aware of her existence. 

Her heart ached still, she wouldn’t deny that and she knew when she went home tonight the pain and misery would swallow her whole once again. But she never let it show. She couldn’t. Not that he remembered what happened anyway, or cared. Signing off her computer she made her way outside to head back to the woods to search for more clues. Reaching the door she could feel eyes on her but she didn’t dare stop to see who’s eyes it was. Exiting into the cold air helped clear her mind and bring her back to focus on the task at hand. 

The site, now void of reporters and police officers, was quiet and eerie.The air was thick and damp, her hair becoming slightly damp as it clung to her face from the dewy fog that lingered. Digging her camera out of her bag Saetbyeol made her way around the area snapping pictures to examine more closely later on. The sun started to dip lower in the sky as Saetbyeol finished taking pictures and taking notes. Turning to head back Saetbyeol stumbled in a nearby hole that had been covered up by the fresh fallen snow. Cursing as Saetbyeol tumbled to the moist soil she felt the sharp edge of what felt like a stick sliced across the delicate flesh of her ankle and palms of her hands.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Not this again.” 

Groaning, Saet stood up examining her injuries. They were bad but not as bad as the first time. Wiping her hands on a clean spot on her pants she bit her lower lip at the pain shooting through her ankle and palms. Hobbling to her car she made her way back to the office to get cleaned up. Putting on a brave face Saetbyeol made her way through the buildings door to the bathroom, fully aware of the stares and snickers coming from the other side of the building. She knew she looked terrible but she didn’t care. Locking the door behind her Saetbyeol began removing various leaves and grass from her hair and dirt from her clothes before moving on to patch up her wounds. 

Satisfied, ignoring the lingering pain in her body and the fresh blood that flowed leaving visible red blotches on the bandages, Saetbyeol made her way back to her desk. Passing Solmi and San, feeling their eyes on her, she heard San softly gasped and stand up as if to make his way to her but was stopped by his new partner. “Saet?” 

The sound of her name coming from his mouth after so long made her heart jump but she dare not react. Sinking into her chair she extended her injured ankle as she carefully removed the camera and notebook from her bag before placing them on her desk. It was just like last time, San could smell her blood. She was hurt again, but this time on more than just her ankle. San yearned to run to her and tend to her and he wasn’t sure why he felt this way. He had a girlfriend already. And he and Saetbyeol had never been close. They worked together for years but never got to know one another. So why was he feeling this way? 

Confused San remained in his trance. The scent of her blood was luring him more and more to her. Scenes flashed in his mind which only added to his confusion because she was there, laughing and smiling with him. What was going on? Why is he remembering such things? It felt like there was a thick veil before him blocking out important things he was fighting to remember. His heart ached in his chest and he didn’t understand why. What was he forgetting? Why was he fighting so hard to rip down the veil? He had everything. Who was Saetbyeol? 

Grabbing his face, Solmi turned San to face her. Locking eyes with her San could feel the veil getting thicker and the images started to fade away. Everything inside of him was screaming to hold on and not give in but the urge was too strong. San’s eyes glazed back over as his confused and conflicted expression was switched with the now typical cocky and smug one. 

“Babe you okay? You had me worried for a while.”

Solmi pressed her body against his as she gripped his arms feigning concern. Snaking his arms around her waist San glanced down at her smiling back at her. “Yeah I’m okay, just got distracted for a moment there. No need to worry, you’re the only one for me.” 

Making her way through the door of her apartment Saetbyeol wandered off to her room, tossing her belongings on the floor near her bed. She usually was more tidy but right now she didn’t care, she was in pain both physically and emotionally. She was tired. Changing into her pajama’s Saet made her way back downstairs to the living room. Mirae sat on the couch fully consumed by the drama she was watching. It wasn’t until she saw Saet limping to the couch that she snapped out of her trance. “What happened to you?” 

Mirae was used to her best friend getting hurt so she was never really surprised and was always prepared for such moments. Fetching the first aid kit Mirae sat down beside Saetbyeol and began properly tending to her wounds. Saet began to fill Mirae of everything that happened today, from her falling in the hole and getting hurt to San’s strange behavior after she got hurt. Cleaning up, Mirae sighed and reached her Saetbyeol’s hands. A look of seriousness set on her face. This wasn’t like Mirae, Saetbyeol was worried.

“Saet there’s some things you need to know. And I need you to promise me you’ll keep a very open mind.” Mirae was terrified. She was about to tell her only friend and family about Solmi, about San, about her. 

Saetbyeol was confused but nodded, promising to keep an open mind. Mirae was her best friend, her family, nothing would ever change that. 

“Saet everything you know about this world is a lie. There’s a lot more going on than you or anyone know. But you’re starting to realize that even if you’re not ready to admit it to yourself. Me, San and Solmi are...special. Even you are special.”

Taking a deep breath Mirae raised her head, looking right into Saet’s eyes. “Saet I’m the mythical creature Samjokgu. I’m the three legged dog of our folklore.”

Saetbyeol gasped, her eyes growing wide at the sudden news. “What?”

[parkapetrs]

nothing personal ✎ tom holland

summary: two years ago, before harrison osterfield, there was you.

a rising name in the film industry, he was ready to leave behind the life of a personal assistant to focus on his career—but not without a last-minute replacement.

although the bond between ex-bosses and bitter ex-assistants should never be rekindled, theory is always better than practice.

a story about exotic lunches, foreign candies, a severely overworked PA, and one pain in the ass named tom holland.

/ moodboard by yours truly

i. an offer

words: 1.6k warnings: language

I was a known strategist—I looked into the future and what I saw, I interpreted in terms of opportunities for growth and progress. 

And yet to some, I was a neurotic. 

To each their own. 

Irrespective of whatever people wanted to call it, it all boiled down to one important thing: I always had a plan. 

So when I knocked on Harrison’s door but came face-to-face with one Tom Holland, I was taken aback and, quite frankly, fairly annoyed that I had come up with nothing. 

But I, of course, wasn’t one for backing down when it came to ex-bosses.

Seeming unperturbed, I marched my way inside the flat, all the while ignoring the voice in my head screaming at me to get out.  

What the hell was I doing? 

“What the hell are you doing?” asked Tom. He was still standing at the door, seemingly frozen in time, but curiously staring at me as I casually rummaged through Harrison’s pantry. 

“What the hell are you doing?” I spat back whilst pulling ingredients from left and right. “You’re not even supposed to be here until next week. So be quiet; I’m trying to make a smoothie.” 

The words sounded strange and unfamiliar as they tumbled out of my mouth. Sass didn’t suit me and I was painfully aware of it, but so did not having a plan. 

Desperate times called for desperate measures. 

The door clicked shut behind Tom. Like a sleuth, he moved across the marble countertop where I was working up a storm, and rested his hands on either side of him as he observed me intently. 

“Been keeping track?” he smirked, his tone arrogant yet teasing. 

I hate to admit it, but Tom Holland possessed a kind of charm to him. As big of an ignoramus he turned out to be, that much he knew. Oftentimes, he used his wit and personality to his advantage—he’d won countless women over with one glance, and gotten free upgrades on flights with a simple smile. 

Fortunately, I’ve built up an immunity to his charisma from working with him in the past. The kind of job I used to have—working in such close proximity to him—was enough to desensitize me from his cruel, borderline-manipulative tendencies. 

I definitely did not miss playing personal assistant to Mr. Holland. 

“I only knew that—“ The blender whirred loudly as it homogenized the strawberries, bananas, ice, and milk before I brought it to a stop. “—because of Harrison. Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“I’m disappointed, Y/N.” Tom pouted, feigning hurt. “I arrived last week. Thought I’d surprise you.” 

Looking around, I saw huge luggages carelessly strewn across the wooden floorboards. I grimaced at the realization that true to Tom Holland nature, he hadn’t even bothered to unpack. 

“Truly, I’m surprised,” I replied, training my voice to sound bored. I grabbed a glass into which I transferred the blender’s contents. Because there was more than enough for one, and because of the sheer goodness of my heart, I asked Tom if he would like a smoothie. 

Of course the glutton would like a smoothie. 

“Actually, I’m good,” he said. “Thanks, though.” 

Huh. 

“I’d like a smoothie,” came Harrison Osterfield’s voice as he sauntered into the living room. A shit-eating grin was plastered on his face, and it was getting increasingly difficult not to slap off. “Hi Y/N. Thanks for coming.” 

Somehow, seeing his elaborately coiffed hair set something off inside me. How can he act so exuberant while the rest of us (read: me) were left to our own devices to deal with the insufferable (read: Tom)? I could feel steam coming out of my nose and ears and, before I knew it, I had downed my glass and slammed it on the counter with a resounding thump. 

“You can get your own smoothie.” 

Harrison held his hands up in mock surrender, but he was laughing. “Woah, there. You seem upset.” 

“Why do you think I am, Haz?” I challenged. Before he could open his mouth to speak, I pressed on, “Right. You forgot to tell me who’d be getting the door for me.” 

“You wouldn’t have come,” was his pathetic reply. My eyes followed him as he lazily plopped down on the royal-blue couch, shamelessly lounging about in the heat of my anger. 

I took the spot next to him, willing every muscle not to pounce and put him in a chokehold. “That justifies it perfectly!” 

As if he hadn’t heard a word, Harrison grabbed the remote control from the table, turned on the TV, and flipped through the channels. At this point, I was livid and fuming from his blatant lack of regard to my situation.  I was about to throw the “this is why we don’t hang out anymore” card when he pointed a finger to the TV, commanding me to look. 

At first, I was confused. Then my mouth hung agape. 

There, on CNN, was a portrait of Harrison. These days, that was no longer a rarity. Seeing as he was all over the media, picking up guest roles for established television dramas, and getting invited to countless talk shows, it was almost natural. 

No, the real shock came with the news headline at the bottom of the screen, screaming in bold letters against a red backdrop. 

“Harrison Osterfield to star in an up and coming historical drama directed by Martin Scorsese.” 

What the… 

Scorsese?! 

Martin fucking Scorsese! 

“Yup,” Haz said nonchalantly, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable. “Your little childhood friend just landed his first starring role.” 

Suddenly, all hostility left my body at once. “Oh my God, Haz! That’s amazing. W-Wow. And Scorsese too! That’s been your dream since… forever.” 

“Exactly! This is huge, Y/N. Absolutely mad.” 

“I’ll miss you, bro,” came an uninvited voice. I was so overjoyed and completely thrilled for my friend that I didn’t even notice Tom had managed to wedge his head between mine and Harrison’s from behind the couch. His arms were hung over the back cushion, pinching Haz’s cheek as commendation and the other accidentally grazing my bare shoulder. I pulled away. 

“Miss him? Where’s he going?” I asked. 

“Nowhere. At least, not now,” Tom winked. “Come on, Haz, tell her already.” 

I narrowed my eyes, looking back and forth between the two boys. “Tell me what?” 

“Don’t freak out before you’ve heard the whole thing, but—“ 

“Don’t start your sentences like that!” I scolded. “Now I’m kind of already freaking out, thanks.” 

“Okay. I know this will come as a shock to you, but I need you to take your spot back as Tom’s personal assistant.” 

Harrison spoke fast and managed to get it all out in one breath, but the words echoed in my mind in slow-motion. When I didn’t answer, Haz took it as a sign to continue. 

“I obviously have other things to pursue now, and with the second Spider-Man movie filming next week, he’ll really need you.” 

“No. Stop talking. Why?! It doesn’t have to be me!” I protested when the air returned to my lungs. 

Harrison pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Y/N, you know I wouldn’t do this to you if I had a choice. I know this is all so last-minute, but that’s exactly why it has to be you. You’ve worked with Tom in the past, and have shown your skill and competence. They trust you!” 

“They?” I raised my eyebrows at Tom, who could only shrug in response. 

“My manager.” A pause. “And me, I guess.” 

“I find that hard to believe,” I glared. “Two years ago, you fired me out of fucking nowhere so you could spend some quality time with your best friend! And now in your most desperate time, you call for me?” 

“I thought you’d be happy,” Tom hummed, but we both knew of the strain that the past had placed on whatever friendship we had. Following the events, I unfollowed him on social media shortly, and he did the same six months later when he finally noticed. We’d never reconciled since then. 

It wasn’t that I grew attached to my boss that I was so bitter about it. No, it was nothing personal. But as someone who only knew to be completely invested in their work, getting laid off for no valid reason never quite sat well with me. Not to mention the mountain of bills I had to tend to in the wake of my unemployment. 

Sensing the rising tension, Haz interjected. “Please, Y/N. At least do it for me. I won’t be able to do Scorsese if I can’t find a replacement. I don’t want to leave Tom with just anyone.” 

The softness in his eyes spoke volumes to me. I’ve always cared for Harrison deeply, and if I was the one thing that came between him and his dream, I’d never be able to forgive myself. 

Also, I was sold the moment he said, “It’s only for six months—just until they can screen and select someone else. They promised to double the pay. Triple, if you want me to pull some strings.” 

“Fine,” I grumbled. 

“Thank you!” He beamed and pulled me into a one-armed hug. “God, I love you so much.” 

I couldn’t help the smile on my face. “But I still start next week, so you can save your praise until then.” 

“Nope. You start in three hours! Tom’s leaving for LA tonight, so you’re taking him to the airport. His bags are ready,” he said, motioning to the luggages I saw earlier. “Then pick him up again next week, when he’ll start filming here in London.” 

Harrison was already barking orders at me, much to my chagrin. Had he not appeased me a while ago, I would have slapped his words right back at him. But no, I was playing nice starting now for the duration of six months. 

“I knew you’d come along,” Tom whispered in my ear when Haz excused himself to grab the itinerary. 

“You shut up,” I pointed a finger at him. “You had nothing to do with this.”

A/N: a short and sweet first chapter for you! send me a message to be tagged in this (i’ll start doing the reblog-for-a-tag in future chapters once i’ve established that people actually wanna read this lol). in the meantime, please help me by commenting and reblogging the hell out of this first one; that shit encourages us writers uwu <3 my ask box is also open for any prompts, questions, and suggestions, so feel free to drop by. let’s be friends!

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[vikkokoro]

A long awaited letter

Over the years my biggest pet peeve has come to be people who pretend to be progressive, meaning for feminism, lgbt rights and overall with the current times and values in order to hide their misogyny, lack of empathy and overall malicious intents. You seemed like you were not that kind of person. In fact, you seemed like the exact opposite. You caught me off guard by telling me you liked me in a very kind message. I was seeing another co worker but was not fully enveloped into it. I was in a time in my life when I was overworked and neglecting to take care of myself. It seemed like perfect timing for a charismatic person to come save me from this rut but in actuality I was the perfect victim to fall for your tricks. We talked on philosophy, buddhism and nihilism. It was so refreshing to spill my darkest feelings to someone calm and optimistic. I knew I had to leave my partner to be with you. You promised me everything I could’ve hoped for. You said every right thing. You said you loved me, cared about me, that we would get married and live in your hometown in british columbia. Things were intense and moved fast thanks to your sweet empty promises. But despite how incredibly happy I was to be yours, everything else in my life was very hard. I left a job I had for two years with my head chef and mentor turning his back on me, the owner yelled at me saying I was fucking useless in front of customers. After working 12 to 14 hour days, keeping track of events, doing orders, keeping up with prep and making specials, all while my co junior sous was not expected to do as much and while I was paid about the same amount as workers who worked half the amount of hours I did. My heart and soul broke, you witnessed it all and played the part of a supportive boyfriend. I was also physically unwell as I couldn’t sleep and self medicated with alcohol to deal with my immense anxiety. I lost so much but I had you. But things changed as quickly as they did when this whole situation started. Once You had me fully immersed in this ordeal you targeted my drinking. Fair enough, I was unwell and dealing with a lot and as a result drank heavily but your support became criticism. I was to stop drinking just like that cold turkey. By the way, I loved that I was the alcoholic while you drank literally everyday whether you were alone at home or with company but I suppose it doesn’t count unless you’re light weight like me. You became so critical and we fought. I’m not saying I am completely innocent, I was not treating myself well but I was also in need of some serious help and you expected me to deal with everything by myself. You were no longer on my side and treated me as this antagonist. We fought over text message despite my best efforts to better communicate. I kept wanting to talk in person but you refused to travel or have me over. Then you became controlling, I asked for a night to myself to process everything happening and you became mad and said we need to take advantage of anytime we have to spend together. I once messaged you saying you were more than welcome to come over if you like. You were mad again because of how I worded it and wasn’t begging you to come over. I was losing you and grasping for any fragment of this dream life you once presented to me. Then one night after you refused to see me, you messaged me saying you were ready to meet up. I was with friends being consoled as I was more stressed out than ever and said I was free in half an hour, Again, upset. You became the opposite of everything I thought you were and showed your true colours. I went from being in a dream to a nightmare and you honestly made me want to pull out my hair from frustration. It wasn’t so much I was afraid of losing you but this amazing life together you promised, this hope you had given me in a dark time in my life. But the person you were now showing me was nothing I wanted. You only wanted conflict. I kept trying to fix up what was left of what we had but nothing I did pleased you. We went on one last date, we had sex at my house. The next day I messaged you saying I hope you were having a good day. You said thanks and nothing more. I knew what was coming and so I decided to wait and not message you. A week goes by with no communication. You see me at the restaurant you work at and were I used to work. You acknowledge me with a nod then turn away. I left you alone. A week after our last exchange and a week before my 27th birthday you gave me a long message saying you loved me and cared about me but we were going on different paths. You became that calm kind guy you presented to me as easily as that. You had the audacity to compliment my naked body within this message which I found tasteless. A week later I turned 27 and you messaged me happy birthday as that last bit of salt in my wound. I was so depressed I barely brought any attention to my birthday. Then something happened. Maybe so much had happened to me that I had enough. Maybe it was my sister telling me to have some self worth and to forget your fake ass. I was tired of crying and playing victim. I hated this person you made me into. I needed to fix myself and fast. I booked a trip to New Orleans to go by myself as travelling alone was one of my dreams (and since our plans to go to BC and visit your parents was a bust.) I was so happy to be alone and finally felt some peace. I gained independence by doing a really scary thing and owning it. I am not writing this to embarrass you and get back at you. I am writing to clarify exactly what happened and to emphasize that you did not leave this situation as a hero as much as you made yourself to seem. I am writing this to have a say finally and I think the time is perfect. I am not broken. You failed in that though I’m sure that is no concern as you have your new victim which is a previously engaged FOH manager at your work (do you see a pattern here?). It saddens me to this day that your malicious words of me to others still reach me. But without you I became so much better. I am a junior sous chef again for Chef Jacquie whom I love so dearly as a role model. My team is amazing. I have my own place I rent in Newmarket, another dream of mine accomplished. I have real friends and family who support me and vice versa. I don’t try to play the victim, in fact, I don’t take much shit from anyone anymore. I love who I am and have enough self respect all without some guy there to save me from myself. I made the me I am and I wouldn’t have gotten here being your girlfriend or wife or whatever. I hear you still have a controlling nature that you sick on your new girlfriend. I hope one day she will learn that she does not have to tolerate your toxic and ingenuine ways in order to get that dream life you so love to present to contending victims. She can simply get it herself. I hope that for her and anyone else unfortunate enough to have you touch their lives. Please go back to your beloved BC and leave us hopeless romantics alone.

Your alcoholic ex girlfriend

Ps get longer shorts. No one wants to see your junk.

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BTS when you are scared of them when they are mad/jealous

TRIGGER WARNING:

This reaction contains acts of yelling in anger and jealousy as well as mild violence. None of the violence is made against the reader but it could be possibly be triggering.

Please take care of yourself! Prussia and I want you to be healthy if you can! 

Seokjin

He is generally not a person who can get mad easily. In fact in the entire year and half you were dating you have only really saw him mad once and that was at Namjoon who managed to set the kitchen on fire... again. So when you accidentally broke one of this Mario figurines you didn’t expect the stormy expression on his face followed quickly by him yelling at you. To be fair he had a really bad day and coming home to one of his beloved figurines broken did not help. But he was shocked and then horrified by the scared expression on your face and how you backed away from him until your back hit the wall. You flinched away from him when he reached for you and it dawned on him that you were scared of him. He was confused as to what to do he had never seen you scared before. He backed away from you with his hands up to show he wasn’t going to hurt you. He softly apologized and told you that he was going to step out of the room so you could get a chance to calm down. Once the door was shut he covered his face crumbled and he felt tears running down his face. He couldn’t believe he scared you...

“What kind of person am I that I managed to scare the most important thing in my life...”

Yoongi

Yoongi is kind of known for being grumpy and irritated about 70% of the time. Overworking, stress, and lack of sleep can do that to anyone. But despite that he has never really been truly angry in front of you before. That is until the day came that he truly had nothing scheduled and was able to spend it all with you. Now his idea of a perfect day is going to bed with you, sleeping late, eating breakfast, going back to bed, having some smexxy time between the two of you, sleeping some more, having lunch, napping on the couch, eating dinner, then going to bed. That however is not what happened. Because when you two decided to go out for lunch some asshole shoved you out of the way when you were coming down the stairs and caused you to fall down. You didn’t seriously injure yourself but Yoongi saw red. He grabbed the guy by the arm cussed him out thoroughly. The guy stammered an apology unnerved by the murderous look on Yoongi’s face, when Yoongi released him him he scurried away. Yoongi knelt down beside you and at first thought you were hurt when you flinched away. But when looked at your face he saw you were scared. Oh god. You were scared of him. He took a deep breath reigning in his emotions and slowly reached for you again to help you stand up. He walked with you back to the dorm trying to see if you were hurt since you were still to shook up to respond to him. By the time you had reached the dorm you both had calmed down enough that Yoongi was able to pull you into his arms and hold you. He apologized softly and while he couldn't tell you that he will never get angry he again, he does apologize to try to keep it under control. 

“Babe I know getting angry makes you scared but I swear when someone hurts you I see red. I promise next time I will try and keep my cool so I can be mindful of you. I am so sorry.”

Hoseok

We know Hoseok is scared of like everything. We also know that while he does get angry, the type of anger he has is mostly silent. However what we did not know was he does get jealous sometimes.  You two have been together for a few months you witnessed this first hand. It was almost stereotypical in that you were out with a cousin who was visiting and Hoseok saw the two of you eating in the food court side by side. It was cute moment because your cousin (who was notorious in your family for being a messy eater) had managed to get the ice cream you were sharing all over his face. You had wiped their face with your napkin right as Hoseok walked up. He had seen you while he was out shopping for some new shoes and he let his emotions get the best of him. He grabbed you by the arm to get your attention and while it was not rough by any means the tension was felt in his hand. You were startled and didn’t respond immediately when he started angrily asking who that person next to you is and why were there together. Your eyes welled up with tears and you leaned away from him while your cousin was talking fast trying to calm Hoseok down. Your cousin knows you don’t react to anger or jealousy very well and Hoseok was both at that moment. At the sight of your tears and hearing your cousin’s words Hoseok became contrite and tried to pull you into his arms to apologize but you gave a small gasp and practically crawled into your cousin’s lap. Hoseok was so surprised he was speechless. Your cousin started stroking your back and calmed you down while telling Hoseok in a low voice why you are reacting that way. Hoseok was horrified and allowed your cousin to take you home.He felt like the worst scum on earth and HAD to make it up to you. So later that afternoon your doorbell rang and  three dozen roses was delivered to you with a giant bear holding a sign saying “I”M SORRY”. The card attached to the roses was simple but heart felt. 

“I am a horrible person but I still beg your forgiveness. I will never do that again.”

Namjoon

Everyone just has those days where your fuse is short and already half gone. It was that type of day for Namjoon. Everything was going wrong. First his alarm didn’t go off (most likely something to do with him dropping it) so he was late to rehearsal, then he accidentally locked his keys in his studio which surprise surprise made him late again but this time to a meeting. Those two things in of themselves would of been bad but after the meeting (which since he was late meant he missed lunch) he ran right into a door and almost broke his nose. Yay for him he now has a sore noses that is so swollen he can barely breath and he had to live with the good natured teasing from the other boys. Honestly it was such a bad day that it should of gotten better but after he spilled his coffee all over his keyboard that he decided to just give up and go home. When you called and offered to meet him halfway at his favorite chicken place it seemed like things were finally looking up. However as soon as he sat down his phone started ringing. When he answered it if found out that Taehyung ripped his concert shirt during the final fitting resulting in a rushed order for a new one and subsequently MORE money Namjoon lost his shit. It was just such a bad day and he couldn’t take it anymore. He started yelling into his phone that Taehyung should of been more careful and should of told the costume noona that it seemed a little to tight. He should asked for help with taking it off instead of taking off himself and resulted in the rip up the back. The  minute Namjoon’s voice rose you scooted back in your chair and was prepared to get up to give him privacy. You found yourself frozen though when his face drew tight in anger and he started yelling. When he disconnected the call he slammed the phone down and turned to intending to complain about what happened but he felt his heart drop at the look on your face and that you were visibly shaking. Shit. he knew better. This was one of the first serious conversations you two had when you began dating. You explained to him you could not handle anger of any type because it could very easily send you head long into a panic attack. He swallowed hard and backed away from the table trying frantically to find something, anything to keep you calm. He spotted someone carrying a small dog outside and begged to take the dog inside for just a moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered that dogs were known to help keep someone calm. He prayed this worked as he took the dog (after getting permission of course) and ignoring the flustered waitress when he brought it in deposited the dog in your arms. It worked though. You were surprised at the sudden arrival of a fuzzy animal but you petted it out of reflex. You smile softly as the doggy licks at your hand obviously picking up on your distress. 

“Jagi I am so sorry I lost my temper. I should of been more careful.” “Namjoon... Who’s dog is this?” “Uh... excellent question.” “NAMJOON DID YOU STEAL THIS DOG?!”

Jimin

Jimin oh Jimin. Our precious precious mochi. Precious and jealous mochi. He hides it well because after making the mistake once when you two first started dating and someone started hitting on you at the bar you were at. He went from sweet adorable Jimin to a jealous adorable Jimin. He was quick to pull you to his side and tell the other man to fuck off and that you were his. This was enough to get the man to back off but it was also enough to make you back away from Jimin your eyes wide and breathes coming in to quick. After you had calmed down and explained why you had reacted the way you did he felt horrible and told you he would work hard to never do it again. That was 3 years ago and so far he had kept his word. He had managed to let the jealousy fade away and learned to keep faith your love for each other. What he had not managed to do was keep faith that other people would respect that love. He kept a careful eye on that coworker of yours because there was just something in the way your coworker looked at you sometimes. He never voiced those concerns because he knew it could trigger you. That however went out the window when at your company’s Christmas party and the alcohol was flowing freely. Jimin might have indulged in a couple glasses of punch but your coworker indulged in much much more which is why he got... handsy. You of course noticed right off the actions of your coworker and you did a fantastic job of keeping him away. Jimin unfortunately did not make note of your avoidance techniques and made a quick movement to grab your hand to pull you close and glared at your coworker. He turned to you and told you in no uncertain terms that he is not to be trusted in this state. He is clearly trying to get you into bed. You stuttered out that you can keep him away and that it was fine but Jimin insisted with harsh words and hand gestures and you went right into a panic attack. Jimin had never sobered up so quick in his life. He hadn’t drank that much but it was enough to release the hold he had on his jealousy and common sense. He stepped back and allowed  your best friend who was also at the party take you aside and walked you down from the storm running through your mind. After he took you home and prepared all of your safe place things. Except for himself. He couldn’t bring himself to enter into your nest knowing he was the one to cause this. When you asked for him he told you he couldn’t do it he was scared of hurting you again. You insisted though and he finally relented. 

“I can not tell you how sorry I am. I just... there are no words.”

Taehyung

It takes so much to anger Taehyung. His overall happiness and willingness to make other people happy is what attracted you to him. You two were friends first when you met. You had a boyfriend at the time whom you were seemingly happy with. But he had started drinking and becoming increasingly more violent when he drank. It took one night of drunken rage for you to leave your boyfriend. But that meant you had no place to go with a quick bag thrown together with some essentials. Your first call was Taehyung who immediately told you to move in with him until you can get on your feet again. You did and Taehyung even showed up with the rest of your stuff you had left in the apartment with your passed out boyfriend. How Taehyung managed to get your stuff is unknown but his knuckles were bloodied when he handed you the bags. It became quickly apparent that you had experienced some PTSD when the day came Taehyung lost his temper. Like previously stated it takes alot to make Taehyung angry and evidently your ex-boyfriend showing up unannounced at the apartment was enough to tip him into that anger. You two had just started dating a week ago and his feelings for you were love as well as protection. Taehyung didn’t even hesitate to push your ex out into  the hall and further away from you. You had heard the doorbell and came to investigate to see Taehyung gripping your ex by the shirt and angrily telling him that he is not welcome in your life. You started asking Taehyung to just let him go and to come back inside but Taehyung angrily refused. His words... his actions... they took you back to your nights with you ex. Something you did not want to remember. A neighbor heard the commotion and came out to talk Taehyung down from trying to beat the shit out of your ex. Meanwhile you were in the bedroom hiding between the bed and the nightstand. As soon as Taehyung entered the room he knew what was happening. He exited the room after ensuring you weren’t hurt without touching your or even speaking. He knew from Namjoon’s random tangents about the symptoms of PTSD and he didn’t want to worsen anything. He felt horrible but you didn’t show any signs up until now. He tried to reason with himself that he couldn’t of known but he didn’t convince himself.

“I should of known... I should of noticed SOMETHING, Jagi. I am so sorry.”

Jungkook

There are times when Jungkook strikes as you what everyone else teases him about. A rabbit. And no it’s not just his adorable front teeth that remind of him. But his shifty way of moving sometimes. How he moves from one place to another. It is hard to describe but when he scrunches his nose or when he wrestles with Taehyung or Hoseok is just... bunny like. He will often mess around with the boys and sometimes gets upset with them but like a rabbit he will move away from the confrontation. He will calm down away from people and when comes back he will be more mischievous and often pranks the person who made him mad but he doesn’t yell or physically respond. But have you ever seen a rabbit respond to a predator who is threatening their kits? They respond very quickly. One second they are along their way munching on some yummy food and then they spring into action attacking whatever is harming their kits. Jungkook does exactly that when you were both at the club. You were having an amazing time dancing together and drinking. The others were there too and Seokjin lost the rock, paper, scissors and was the designated driver for the night. Which is good because he also watched over you all to make sure that no one did something stupid like strip off your shirt and dance on the tables yes we are looking at you Jimin.  He also was the first one to spot the guy who kept trying to butt in between you and Jungkook. Seokjin could tell the signs of someone who wasn’t giving up. He tried to get to you two first but then Namjoon decided it was a fantastic time to start dancing with Seokjin. It took only a few minutes to untangle himself from Namjoon’s long arms and all but toss him into Yoongi’s lap. But it was too late. Jungkook nearly pounced on the man who had just slipped his hand up your skirt to grab your ass. Jungkook was pushing the guy away and was fixing to punch the guy in the face when Seokjin and a bouncer got there in time. Seokjin grabbed Jungkook and the bouncer grabbed the asshole. You on the other hand was trying to push your way out of the crowd and was close to hyperventilating. Despite all of you (except poor Seokjin) drinking Jungkook wasn’t drunk so he was able to regain his composure and guided you outside. He thought you were scared of what happened but he quickly realized it was him that you were scared of because you pulled away from him and wouldn’t look him in the eye. He was lost for a moment on what to do but he started talking to softly trying remain as unobtrusive as possible. Not an easy feat but he managed enough to get home and into bed. He slept on the couch that night unsure if you were okay with him close to you just yet.

“I will be outside in the living room, Jagiya. If you need me or anything at all just... just ask.”

How do not plot? I thought I had been getting better but I guess not. Lol.

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24 HOURS | Jungkook

Genre: Fluff | Angst

Characters: Reader, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung

Plot: It was your birthday, the one day you waited for a long time after your relationship with Jungkook became official. You had everything planned, but it seemed like it was not going to go your way.

Word count: 3,850

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble for ‘The Last Dance’ and a gift for my dear @taeminsgirl159​, but it turned out really long so I guess it’s more of a bonus chapter. huhuhuhu~ And also I decided to give it a name, one of its own, I felt it deserved it. ^^ I am dead tired rn so I’ll most probably go to sleep right after posting it. Hope you like it!~ 

1:35 AM

You kept staring at the clock on your phone as if waiting for a sign from him. It was exhausting, but you could not fall asleep either. You would put your phone down and bury your face in the pillow, then pick it up again only to see that not even 5 minutes passed.

Everything felt like a dream after the dance show in which you and Jungkook made everyone's mouth drop, people were showering you with compliments, more offers came your way, and definitely more recognition. Messages and calls coming from every direction, rumors, headlines, news, pictures, they were almost overwhelming for you, a person not used to the spotlight. There were times when your relationship was on the brink of being discovered, and that put you both under great pressure. But a month or two after the heat died out and things went back to normal.

It had already been half a year since you started dating, a time filled with good and bad things, just like in any other relationship. The only thing making it harder for you was time, or better said lack of it...Meeting was hard, and most of the time it was in the studio, practicing for some event. At times he would crash at your place, making your problems shrink to almost nothing as the everything around you faded to black. In those precious moments it was just you and him. Missing him was something you were used to, but now a special day was just around the corner -your birthday- and you wanted to spend every second of it with the person you loved most. You could not stand it anymore, you had to talk to him, to hear his voice at least, so you called him. The phone kept ringing and ringing with no answer, but just as you were about to give up, he picked up.

"Hello, love!"

"Oh! Hey, stranger!"

" Stranger?"  Jungkook laughed.

"I haven't seen you in a week..."

"Well you know how things get when there's a concert ahead."

"I know, but still...I miss you..."

"I miss you too, Y/N," his voice softened and you both went silent for a second. "Why did you call so late at night? Did something happen??"

"No, no, I just wanted to listen to your voice. And..."

"And?"

"I was wondering...do you think you can convince your manager to let you spend tomorrow with me? At least for a couple of hours..."

"I am so stupid! Y/N, I am sorry, I was so caught up in everything that I forgot to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"We have to go a day earlier..."

"What do you mean you have to go a day earlier?" you felt everything shatter in your chest.

"I am sorry, Y/N, that's what the management decided, there's really nothing I can do..."

"But why?" you were trying so hard to fight back the tears, it was hard to speak.

"I don't know exactly, they didn't give any details. They just told us to be ready in the morning."

"Why does it have to be tomorrow..."

"Why? Is tomorrow a special day or something?"

"You...never mind. Were you rehearsing right now?"

"Yeah. Actually I have to go."

"Jungkook..."

"I'm sorry, love. Talk to you later?"

"Ok," you said disheartenedly.

"Sleep well, Y/N. I love you!"

"Love you too! Don't overdo it, ok? Drink lots of tea and take care of your vocal chords, please."

"Got it! I'll call you tomorrow after we land, ok?"

"Ok."

"Bye!!!"

"Bye..."

You wanted to be angry, you wanted to blame him, you wanted to scream at him, but his voice was so tender, so sweet it melted your screams, turning them into silent tears. Tiny wet spots were forming around you on the bed sheet as you stood there speechless. It was going to be a fantastic day; and to think it was supposed to be the best since you two became a couple...You had had everything planned out for the past month, but apparently did not take into consideration the possibility of the company changing their schedule. And you could not figure out why. That did not happen before. But you were too tired to let yourself slip into overthinking.

Sometime at dawn, right when the sun starts pushing away the darkness, making the sky a beautiful canvas of shiny stars and soft light around the blue horizon, a message popped up on your phone. And next to it, wrapped in sheets, with messy hair and clothes, was you. The tiredness that accumulated throughout the past week plus the sadness from the night before put you into a deep sleep, resulting in you only reading the message three hours later, being thankful it was not a call that would disrupt your sweet dreams.

"Morning, love! We arrived safely. It's a bit chilly outside, make sure to take a hoodie if you go out today. I didn't want to wake you up so I didn't call. I'll be back soon, baby, and then we'll see each other for sure. I'll call you tonight if I have some free time. Take care of you, and I love you! ❤"

A bittersweet smile made your lips curve. You put the phone down and stared at the ceiling.

"Happy birthday to me..."

You let it go with a soft sigh and went in to take a shower. The hot water seemed to wash all your problems and relax every muscle in your body. You put on your usual 'practice attire'. You had nothing to do all day without Jungkook, so you thought it would be better to just work on some choreographies to keep your mind occupied. You opened the door and almost tripped on the cute and vividly colored flower basket left at the entrance.

"Oh shit!" you exclaimed as you calculated where to put your foot so that you won't ruin the gift nor fall and smash your face on the floor. "Phew, that was close. Who put this here?! Jeez, I almost died." you laughed. You crouched down next to it with a smile on your face and admired the delicate flowers. "So beautiful," you mumbled. Then your eyes landed on a piece of paper that was carefully placed in the middle of the bouquet.

Hope you have a wonderful day.

Sincerely,

Your secret admirer.

"Secret admirer? What secret admirer?" you laughed thinking they were from Jungkook. "This boy..."

Then you jumped up, startled by the loud sound of your ringtone.

"Oh, Jesus! Hoseok?" you looked at the screen, a bit confused, a bit worried. "Hey, Hoseok, what's up?"

"Happy birthday, kiddo!!"

"Oh, my God, Hoseok! My ear!" you chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry! You know I always get excited when your birthday comes."

"Thank you, my dear friend!"

"So, how are you going to celebrate?"

"Uhhh...Dancing?"

"Dancing? As in practice?"

"Yeah..."

"No, you're not! Jeez, Y/N, take a break!"

"Well there's nothing else to do. I'm bored. I had something in mind, but then you left one day earlier and..."

"Oh, I am sorry about that..."

"It's ok, there's nothing you could have done. Is Jungkook there with you?"

"No, he's on the stage for the sound check. Why?"

"Nothing, never mind. Did you, perhaps, sent me flowers?"

"Flowers? No?"

"Did Jungkook mention anything, then?"

"No, why?"

"I received this basket full of flowers and apparently they are 'from an admirer'"

"An admirer? Lol, that's not me, kiddo, my gift will arrive a bit later. I got you something nice, hope you'll like it."

"Aww~ I am sure I will. Tell Jungkook to call me when he's done, ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Ok, take care and good luck on the concert!!!"

"Thank you!!! Happy birthday!!!"

"Oh, my! How many times are you going to say that?" you laughed again.

"As many as it takes."

"Well, at least someone remembers it..."

"No way...did he- did Jungkook forget your birthday?!?"

"It seems like it...I guess he was so focused on the concert, that it slipped."

"This kid..." he seemed angered.

"It's ok, don't worry. It can happen to anyone, I'm not sad nor angry."

"But still...Oh, anyway, I have to go now. Have a great day, kiddo, and don't overwork yourself, okay?"

"Got it! Do well on the concert! See you soon!"

"See yah!"

-Call ended-

"So he did forget...but the flowers? Secret admirer...Eh, whatever," you said as you picked the basket with a smile on your face. You indulged in their sweet smell as you took them inside and placed them on the coffee table in your small living room.

You kept thinking about Jungkook on the way to the studio, he never forgot your birthday. It was really weird. You blamed it on the schedule, but it was not the first time he had shows, and he would always find the time to at least send you a text. Now there was nothing, and it was somewhat fishy. He acted just the way he always did, so he was not mad at you. That is precisely why you decided to go practice your moves instead of staying home in front of the TV.

"Hello!" a cute kid on the street said, handing you a piece of paper.

"Oh, hey there!" you smiled as you took it and he left.

You looked at it. The words 'You are beautiful! Have a great day, and may your smile never fade away' were written on it. Your lips curved up into a bright smile. You looked back at the small kid.

"This is so sweet," you said.

You read it again and then put it in your pocket, where it was safe. Now you were walking down the streets with a more cheerful expression. You were confused at first, seeing this random child come to you and hand you a piece of paper out of nowhere, but the kindness of the gesture made it vanish.

You made it to the studio after you got yourself a large cup of coffee, enough to bring you back to life. The hallways were so silent compared to the days before, when people were running everywhere to get the outfits, to hand in paperwork, arrange things for the schedule of the boys, everything that needs to be done before a tour. It was exhausting for the staff, just as it was for the boys. You were glad you got green light to stay home this time to work on your projects. You like it when it was like this, it gave you complete freedom and peace.

You made your way to the dance studio and just as you turned the lights on, your heart almost stopped. The bright light coming from a video projector that was right in front, blinding you, and the loud sound coming from the speakers gave you a great scare. You turned the lights off again, took a few steps inside and looked at the wall where images were dancing on their own. The familiarity of the faces that appeared one after the other made your smile grow gradually.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!!! You're getting old, kiddo!!" Hoseok screamed with the same energy he always seemed to have around you. "I'll have to make sure you keep those knees moving. We need to work on that dance routine you showed me when I get back. I already miss you. See you soon!!!"

"I miss you too, sunshine!" you said, and took a seat on the chair that was strategically placed right next to the projector.

"Happy birthday, Y/N, my dearest dance teacher! I hope you will stay with us for a long, long time, and laugh with us while we practice new moves. It's always a pleasure to work on choreographies with you. Have a wonderful day, Y/N!" Jimin said cutely and threw you some hearts.

"Happy birthday, Y/N! You are a blessing for a dancer like me. Hah! Thank you for always having the patience to teach me the moves. I hope we'll be together till the end. I think a person with your passion, dedication, and positive energy is hard to find in this world. You are wonderful! Have a great day, Y/N! Love you!" Namjoon followed, with a smile that could melt the hearts of every woman in the building.

"Y/N!!! It's your birthday!! Hope you have a beautiful, beautiful day, just like you! Happy birthday!!! Get ready for my surprise when I come back! I won't cut you any slack just because I am not there right now. You won't be able to escape." Taehyung said, beaming like a child.

"Happy birthday, Y/N! Stay as awesome as you are! And never forget to take a rest every now and then, it's not good to work non-stop. I am always grateful for what you do for us. Hope you have a really nice day! See you soon!" Yoongi sweetly said.

"Look who's talking! You should take a break, always hiding in that studio of yours," you replied.

"Yaaah~ it's already your birthday. It seems like only days ago you were running around the room, trying to pay Taehyung back for painting your face with cream from your birthday cake. This time we can't be by your side, but we made this to make up for it. Well, actually, it was not my idea, but having me here is enough to make your day better,right? Hahahaha. Here's a present for you," he blew a kiss towards the camera. "Happy birthday!!"

"Oh, my God. Here he goes again," you laughed.

You were getting so excited, breathing stopping for a second, anticipating who was going to appear next. But the screen suddenly went black, washing away all the happiness on your face. You looked at the projector, thinking it broke or something, but it seemed to be working just fine. You fell into the pit of sadness, this time not able to stop it. He really forgot... you thought. But just then the wall lit up again.

"You thought it was over?" a soft voice said.

Your head snapped up. Jungkook was staring back at you, with eyes as gentle as the way words left his lips.

"I hope you are not crying right now, baby. That's the last thing I'd want."

"This isn't helping! Oh, my God, I can't believe you, Jeon Jungkook!"

"This time of the year came again, huh? My dearest friend and beautiful girlfriend is turning one year older. Saying this in front of a camera is really weird, but I wanted to make something special for you. You deserve the whole world, my love. I am so sorry I can't be by your side right now, but I promise I'll make up for it. I knew you would come here, and I am thankful you did, to be honest, but don't overwork yourself, okay? You know that for me you are the most important, right? I will be home soon and I promise I will give you all my time. Thank you for being by my side, Y/N. Happy birthday, baby! I love you!"

"I love you too!" you said between sobs.

You could not help but cry at his sincere and warm words. He did it, he fooled you. You laughed at yourself for the sole fact that you even thought he would actually forget your birthday, him of all people. You stood there for a few minutes, trying to calm down, and then put some music on and danced till day turned into night. On the way back home it seemed the stars were shining even more than they usually did, like even nature was celebrating. You were a bit worried that Jungkook did not call you back, even though you sent him a message before you left the studio. But you thought that maybe he was tired. You took out the keys and unlocked the door.

Your mouth dropped. Dozens of rose petals were carefully scattered across the floor, making it your personal red carpet. On both margins there were candles, lighting up the path towards your bedroom. There was a sweet scent filling the air, and soft music playing in the background. You took small, shy steps, as your heart raced. The door to your bedroom was slightly open. A soft scream came out of your lungs when you entered.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday, my dear Y/N~ Happy birthday to you!~"

Just a few steps in front of you Jungkook was standing with a cake in his hands, smiling brightly at you as he sang. Tears fell down like drops of rain. He was closing the distance between you, but you could not even look at him. A strong waves of feelings was making you shake.

"Happy birthday, love!" he said when he was right next to you.

"When did you come?!?"

"I never left," he chuckled.

"What?! Oh, my God! I can't believe this!"

You were a mess, smiling and crying at the same time. He lifted the cake in front of your face.

"Y/N, the candles. Make a wish."

You nodded, closed your eyes, and, after making the wish, blew out all the candles in one try. He was so happy that his surprise event went well from beginning to end. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your nose in his chest. He kissed your forehead multiple times before you let him go place the cake on the kitchen table. You followed him, still wondering if all of this was a dream. Forget what you planned to do on your birthday, this was ten times better.

"When did you have time to do all of this??" you said in awe, playing with the petals under your feet.

"I had the whole day and house to myself," he smirked.

"So this was all your plan from the beginning?"

"Yeah. I knew you would be going to the studio if I was not here with you, and I took the chance."

"I can't believe you did all this."

"If it's for you, I can do anything."

"That's so cheesy!"

"But you like it."

"I like it. And the boys? They didn't leave either?"

"No, they did leave. I convinced the management to give me a free day, a whole day to spend with you."

He came in front of you and put his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"This...is so beautiful. It's perfect!"

"I am glad you like it." He pressed his forehead on yours.

"I love you!"

"I love you too, baby!"

You pushed your body up and locked lips with him in a sweet, slow, soft kiss. You were also the first one to break it, saying you needed to take a quick shower. While you were in the shower he turned on the TV and searched for something nice to watch. Twenty minutes later you were both cuddling on the sofa in the living room, eating the delicious cake he bought for you. The room was dimly lit by the candles he brought from the hallway, giving the moment the perfect, intimate touch. After you were done eating you placed your head on his shoulder, eyes falling on the basket full of flowers.

"Oh, right! Was this also your doing?" you looked up at him as you pointed at it.

"Yeah," he smiled. "Do you like them?"

You looked at him for a couple of seconds then placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, taking him by surprise.

"I love them!"

"Did you also get the note?"

"The note? Aah! That was also you?!?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, my God! I just thought the kid was just giving people those notes, and I happened to get one."

"No, that was all for you. I knew you would be down, and I wanted to keep this beautiful smile on your face for the whole day. But the only way I could do this, was to get you out of the house, and for that I had to put you through some pain. I'm sorry about that, Y/N."

" No, no! It's alright, really. It was all worth it."

You snuggled closer to him and hugged him tightly. He roamed his fingers through your hair, sending shivers down your spine. He was so warm, and being in his embrace made you feel so safe, so at peace, it was almost addicting. His love was the drug that kept you going.

"So when do you have to leave?"

"In the morning...24 hours is all I got."

"Time flies so fast...How many hours do I have left?"

"Hmm, it's 1AM now so that makes it...7 hours?"

"We should make the best out of it...but I am so tired..." your eyes were closing.

"You should sleep. Just being by your side is enough for me. And I am quite drained too. These past few days have been so exhausting. Let me lay on this side (of the sofa) so you have enough space."

"We can go to the bedroom..."

"Do you have enough energy left?"

"Nah..." you giggled, eyes closed.

"See? Me neither. So let's just sleep here."

"Did you set up your alarm?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, then."

You moved around so that he was laying on the edge of the sofa, occupying more than half of it, and you on top of him, head resting on his chest and feet tangled with his. He did not mind the weight of your body, pressing down on his. You were still fighting sleep to try and watch the movie till the end, but his tender way of playing with your hair made it impossible.

"I love you..." was the last thing you mumbled before you entered Dreamland.

The next morning you both woke up feeling recharged, cheerful, and ready to face whatever challenge was to come in your way. You brushed your teeth together, making fun of each other, then you helped him style his messy morning hair. You did not notice until that morning that he actually brought his suitcase there, already aware that he had to rush to the airport. You stood in front of the door for a few more minutes holding hands and whispering sweet words as you were lost in each other's eyes. Then his phone started ringing, sign that his manager was outside.

"I have to go..."

"I don't want you to..."

"I don't want to either. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. Stay safe, take care of your vocal chords. Drink the tea I made for you, I heard it is good for singers. And come home fast."

"Noted! Love you!" he gave you a quick kiss.

"Love you too!"

You opened the door and stood there till he got into the car. You waved him goodbye one more time as the car got lost in the distance. You might have not done everything that was on that list you made, but it definitely was the best birthday of your life. 

[snippychicke]

Monsters & Men--Nine

@idesinfection​, @crowleys-poppet-queen-of-asgard​ @aislinsekhem​ @arcadiasblog​

Title: Of Monsters and Men

Rating: Innocent (G)

Chapter: Nine

Go to the ---> First

When you had a feeling things had shifted, you had no idea how true that would prove to be.

A few days after that odd encounter, Nahuel once more demanded an evening walk after a boring day at McNally’s. And honestly, seeing Graves actually sounded like a better idea than usual. To have someone happy to see you, to see warmth in someone’s eyes directed towards you instead of the vacant, shadowed look in Credence’s, or the annoyed look that McNally had today when you had a very quiet yet intense argument about money and your apparent lack thereof. Honestly, the man was becoming worse than your own parents.

Just one smile. That’s all you needed. Just a smile and maybe a friendly hello, and it would make up for the gloomy day.

You gave the usual knock on the polished brass, and waited rather nervously with your hands in your coat pockets. It wasn’t long before the door opened with a slight click, but barely enough for Nahuel to slip in before closing again, leaving you a little lost for a moment.

W-what the heck? Your hand was a mere second away from knocking again, demanding an answer before you caught yourself. Maybe-maybe he had a busy day. Surly that was it. Tired and overworked as yourself, and you had just caught him at a bad time. Your hands slipped back in your coat pocket, though your feet were hesitant to leave, almost praying that the door would open again and he’d give some perfectly logical excuse as an apology.

Except it never came, so you begrudgingly left the brownstone, feeling a little worse than when you had arrived.

---

Nahuel continued to lead you to Graves, but he was nothing like before. Now he was aloof; polite but distant. Each time, he either said nothing or offered a brief yet polite thank you as Nahuel made his way into the apartment before he closed the door. No more friendly smiles, or simple questions that led to flustered rambles. No quirky smirks that left you feeling flush. No offers to escort you home, no kisses to your knuckles. None of the Percival you had come to expect. The man that you loved.

You missed him. You saw him at least twice a week, but you missed him. And you were clueless to the sudden change. Was he that opposed to the Second Salemers? Yes, they were crazy, but it wasn’t as if you agreed with any of their ideals. You had simply expressed that odd feeling in your gut that something was amiss. You didn’t even really believe magic being a serious option.

Frequent fall rainstorms continued to depress your mood with grey skies as you worked at McNally’s, and the long nights at the club didn’t help either.

You were tired.

Overworked.

Miserable.

Stressed.

Worried.

Lonely.

“Hey Nahuel,” you muttered as the sleek cat trotted up the stairs of the fire escape, where you had taken refuge. No one would hear you crying out there, unlike the paper thin walls inside. The tawny cat paused for a moment, giving you a critical look before headbutting your bent knee, purring loudly as you reached out to him, making you smile. “At least you still like me,” you whispered as he climbed in your lap, acting as if he was starved for affection.

Rather like Credence. The young man that initially was hesitant, but once understood your touch wasn’t going to hurt simply curled into your embrace, or gripped your hand so tight it hurt. His actions spoke of such desperation, yet couldn’t say anything; because when you did, he only drew away from you.

He may not be much younger than you in years, but he inspired a fierce maternal instinct that was hard to deny. Yet, you couldn’t protect him. Just tend the wounds after the fact, and hope you could mend the emotional ones as well.

“I can’t do anything right, can I?” you confessed to the cat. “Can’t keep a friend. Can’t protect anyone. Heck the other girls here think I’m some weirdo and won’t have nothing to do with me. All cause I don't wanna rely on a guy. Heh, and here I am mooning over one.” There was a huff of laughter as you shook your head, “I’m a mess, ain’t I?”

Nahuel mewed in agreement, which earned a sharp bark of laughter from you. “You agree, huh? Well, let’s get this over with so I can come back for a good cry.”

There was an odd look in his eye, but he made no protest as you stood. He walked by your side instead of leading the way, which surprisingly helped ease the ache of loneliness. But didn’t help the sense of dread that replaced the nervous jitters that once consumed you as you approached the fancy brownstone. You didn’t want to see that detachment on the face that once made your heart race. The cold stony gaze that replace the warm, fond look in those beautiful dark eyes.

So, instead of waiting after giving the knocker one quick rapp, you turned and retreated. Nahuel yowled, but you ignored him for once, especially as you heard the door click open.

And yet, you still couldn’t resist pausing a few moments later when you reached the staircase, turning you head just enough to see down the hall. You expected it would be empty, but he was there, standing outside his door halfway down the hall. For a moment, you swore you something flash across his face; maybe regret, loss, something. But as quick as it came, it disappeared and he retreated back into his home.

So, this was how heartbreak felt like. Tears pricked at your eyes as you rushed down the stairs, but you didn’t manage to leave the building dry-eyed. Couldn’t make it off the block before your knees crumpled and left you sobbing on the sidewalk, unaware of strangers giving you a wide berth as they passed.

You were alone. Well and truly alone.

And Lord, if it didn’t hurt.

***

Nahuel protested loudly at the door, scratching at it. Or trying to, his nails scratching at the magical barrier that kept his own magic from opening the door. The tawny beast paced back to where Graves sat at his desk, jumping up in the middle of the heavy tome he had been flipping though.

Graves leaned back in the chair with a sigh, meeting the cat’s steely gaze with his own. “For the last time, Nahuel, no.”

The wampus argued by thrashing his tail, upsetting the piles of paper that sat around him. The papers floated in the air for a moment before settling back in their appropriate stacks, only to be disrupted again by Nahuel as he continued to glare at the wizard. “You can’t keep leading her here,” Graves argued against Nahuel’s silent demand. “It’s only making things worse.” Because each time he saw her, it about broke his resolve. Seeing tears form in her eyes, a broken expression on the face that was usually so sunny, smiling ear to ear.

But he would have never guess watching her walk away would be even worse. She may not have said a word, but he got the message clearly enough. She was done with this. With him. He would respect her wishes, as much as it killed him.

Honestly, what had he expected, befriending a no-maj? There wasn’t going to be a happy end to that scenario. In fact, this was probably one of the better outcomes. And maybe, if he kept telling himself, he’d actually start believing it.  

***

Two weeks. Two weeks with no sign of Graves. Two weeks without a visit from Nahuel. Two boring, quiet weeks. You had wanted the drudgery of walking the cat home end, to stop having your heart broken every time. Except...except this felt worse. Seeing him, knowing he was okay...that was better than this complete absence.

“Um, ma’am,” Credence started, breaking you out of your thoughts, especially when he hesitantly used your name. “You..haven’t been...yourself lately,” he started, holding the broom tightly in his grip while his eyes carefully stayed on the straw bristles. “Are you mad about something?”

“Oh, honey, no,” you quickly reassured. “I’ve just been kinda down lately, that’s all.”

You had rather hoped the explanation would be enough, but here was a moment before he looked up, his eyes as dark as Graves but seemingly fathomless and shadowed. “Why?”

You sighed, putting down the rag you had been washing the windows with--it was after hours, thankfully, though a few people still passed on the sidewalks outside. “A-A friend of mine...well, he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore. And I don’t really understand why.” You didn’t dare tell him your suspicion that the simple little leaflet had caused the massive rift to form.

Something shifted in his dark eyes as he looked back down and resumed sweeping. “I’m sorry.”

You sighed again, “It’s not your fault. It happens sometimes, I guess. I just wasn’t prepared for it.” After all, everything had been going good. More than you could have hoped. You had felt you had been on the precipice of something special, only to have this happen instead.

You shook those thoughts out of your mind and shot Credence a small smile. “Hey, at least I got you, right?”

That got a shocked looked from him, which made your smile grow just a bit. A smile inched its way across his face as he bashfully looked away once more. “Y-yeah. You have me.” He froze as you impulsively breached the distance between you and pulled him in for a hug, this time for your comfort instead of his. His arms wrapped around you after a slight hesitation before he repeated himself quietly. “You have me.”

***

Wizards were idiots.

Nahuel lounged in the dying sunlight that filtered through the window, looking out over New York. It was common knowledge that most of wizarding kind were rather dim. Actually, all humans were, magical or not. They all thought they knew everything when honestly they were oblivious to the true nature of the world. Just like little children. He had thought this wizard had an ounce of intelligence; after all, he was one of the few that seemed to understand him.

But yet, here he was. That boy was suffering, the swell of dark magic becoming nearly tangible to anything with the slightest sense of magic that resided in the city. He had literally led Graves the one person that could help him save the boy, who could stop the dark magic before it grew out of control. Because when that power did become too much, when it finally erupted in all of its glory and not these small burst that only delayed the inevitable…. It would be impossible to contain. It would wreak destruction across the city, killing anything in its path.

It was Graves job to keep the city safe, yet what did he do? Stuck to that silly wizard law, even when it was plain to see his instincts were telling him otherwise. Somehow, he wasn’t connecting the dots, and Nahuel was starting to question if he even could. Perhaps he had put too much faith in him.

He wouldn’t let the boy die. He wouldn’t be responsible for hundreds, possibly thousands, of lives that would be lost. If Graves wouldn’t open his eyes and help, he would.

***

When you returned to your small little room after yet another depressing day, you were met with Nahuel was spread out on your bed, giving a small chirp as a greeting when you opened the door. You paused for a moment, surprised, and secretly delighted.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you sank down on the bed next to him. He predictably gave no answer, but pressed his head against your hand with a purr so you would scratch between his ears. “Is Per...Is Mr. Graves out of town again?” Again, no answer, so you sigh and gave into the urge of snuggling down against the cat, letting his warm fur brush your cheek. “Well, I guess you know the drill. Just stay out of sight, okay?”

He gave a slightly affronted meow, making you laugh slightly. “I know, I know, how dare I imply that the great Nahuel would be caught.” Still, it felt nice to have him crashing with you again. Especially as you readied yourself for bed before crawling underneath the already warmed covers and feel his familiar weight settle along your back.

If Graves was out of town again, for whatever reason...you sent a silent prayer he would be okay.