#anyway I’m afraid but I’m still impulsive so y’know what can ya do

[sickgraymeat]

Just found out (should have known) that if I needed to go on disability (short term or otherwise) now or after my job ends I would not qualify bc I’m being paid under the table. Knew this abt unemployment but 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 everyone please advocate for yourselves and inform yourselves in the workplace and don’t accept illegal pay if you can help it. Not having to file taxes is not a benefit. You’re being screwed over.

[sunshinesukuna]

stuck with him

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

genre: flangst

wc: 1.7k

insp: PINK LEMONADE - THE WOMBATS (PLEASE LISTEN TO THISSS. IT INSPIRED THIS WHOLE SERIES AND IS A BANGER.)

a/n: three down, three more to go y’all’s. had fun writing this because analogies and fuckbois that don’t love me? i love. *cue toxic by britney spears*

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You wipe off eraser dust from your books when Atsumu gets a good look at your hand. Something has caught the sunlight, and it’s reflecting back into his eye. At first he goes to close the curtains, but then he realizes it’s coming from your fingers.

A silver band rests snugly on your middle finger. Atsumu knows who it must be from. He refuses to acknowledge it. Focusing his attention on the set of practice problems in front of him, he carries on with his work. But the way you look at the ring makes him look up from the math questions and into your eyes. He decided that he’s in need of a bit of torture.

“Hey, (Y/N), where’d ya get the ring?”

“Oh this?” You hold it up to the light, taking a moment to appreciate it. “Yuuji gave it to me. He said that as long as I have this, he’ll always be with me, and I’ll always be with him.”

Atsumu scoffed. What a load of BS. He was willing to bet that the ring you were wearing right now was probably the same ring that Terushima had given to the many girls before you.

“Oh yeah?” Atsumu asks.

“Yeah. He’s been really good to me, y’know? He takes me out on really creative dates, and he says the smoothest words, and he just,” you flop back in your seat, “he’s the best, Atsumu. Thank you so much for slapping him in the face that time.”

Atsumu chuckles, but there’s a pang in his heart that just can’t seem to be covered up. The fond smile you have on your face turns you a thousand times more beautiful. Every atom inside Atsumu’s body screams for him to keep that smile on your face.  It seems that both you and Atsumu are suffering from a case of lovesick right now. He lets out a strangled cough.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

Atsumu shakes his head. “Nothing.”

Both of you know that he’s lying. Normally, you would ask him about it and he would confess when he was ready. But both of you both knew that these weren’t normal circumstances. You keep your eyes down and focus on the polynomial problems in front of you. 

You sigh and open up another book. You’re just about to flip to another page when your phone rings beside you on the table. Your stomach did a little backflip upon seeing the contact name. It’s a facetime, so you quickly angle your face towards the source of light and make sure your hair is alright. There’s a pencil still stuck in your ears, which you remove hastily before pressing ‘Accept’. 

“Hi Yuuji!” you greeted. Your boyfriend’s face on the line was blurry on the other side, but that was enough. He seemed to be laying down on his bed at home. When he smiled at you, his tongue piercing caught the light from his room and blinked and glittered.

Atsumu resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the sickly sweet tone you were using, a far cry from your normal voice that you were talking with just a few minutes ago. 

“Hey, baby,” Terushima said. 

“What’s up?” you ask. 

“Nah, I’m just checking on you. What are you doing right now?”

“Just studying with ‘Tsumu here. Say hi, Atsumu!” Atsumu looked up from his book. The fuck was he supposed to say? He opts for a short nod to the camera. 

“Hey, man,” Terushima says. Atsumu keeps his silence and goes back to studying. “What are you studying?”

“Eh…” You flip through your books. “Math.”

“Don’t wanna come over to my house and study with me?” Oh hell no. Atsumu chokes back a gag at his behaviour. As a former, maybe current fuckboy himself, Atsumu attests to Terushima’s experience. You giggle dreamily and lean your head on the table.

“We all know how bad you are at math, sweetie,” you say. So now you and him were on pet name basis? Well damn. This Terushima guy might just be good at his job. Of playing you of course. 

“Hey, um, is it okay if we cancel our date on Saturday?” Terushima asks. Your eyes become wide and your lips droop with disappointment. If Atsumu was on the other side of that line right now, he wouldn’t have said such a thing to make you revert to that state. Even sitting in front of you right now, all he wants to do is to pinch the corners of your mouth back into that dazzling smile of yours. But that’s Terushima’s job, isn’t it?

“What? It’s the third time you’ve bailed out on me, Yuuji.” Third time? Atsumu was ready to throw hands by now. He resorted to gripping the edge of his pencil. It runs off of his papers out of his accord, creating squiggly lines that stray off of the neat blue lines.

“I know, I know. I’m really sorry, babe. Something came up.” Yeah, your ego, Atsumu almost spits out. 

“Okay then…” 

“I’ll make up to you, baby! I promise,” Terushima adds hurriedly. 

“Sure.” Atsumu glances up to your face. You raise an eyebrow in somewhat annoyance, and your face is scrunched up in resignation. Of course you’d be annoyed, it’s the third time he’s blown you off. 

“See you then, love you!” Terushima makes kissing noises from his line of the phone.

“Love you too.” You cut the call with a sigh and pick up your pencil once more. Silence befalls the two of you as you tey to get your feelings in order and finish the problems in front of you. You click your tongue.

“You really are a simp for him, eh?” Atsumu says. There’s a smug look on his face that you want to slap off. You opt for a shrug. 

“I guess I am.” You lean your head on your palms and look up. ”He’s just so cute, though.” There’s a giddy smile on your face, despite the disappointment you had just gone through a few minutes prior. You open your phone once again, heading to the gallery where you open the folder titled ‘yuuji <3’. With each picture you scroll through, the smile on your face gets larger and larger.

“Oi. D’ya wanna go the the amusement park with me?” Atsumu asks. It’s impulsive, and maybe you’ll forget about the sudden loss if you spend some time with him, anyways. He also hasn’t seen you outside from school or clubs until now.

You tilt your head to the side. “When?”

“Saturday?” 

“Don’t you have practice later that day?” Don’t say no, don’t say no, don’t say no.

“We can go after practice,” Atsumu suggests. 

“Sorry, Atsumu.” You almost seem to recoil back in your seat. Your body balls up by itself, the relaxed pose you had now contracting into a more defensive stance. “I just… don’t feel good going with you now that i have a boyfriend, especially when it was supposed to be a date day.” 

"I wouldn't want Yuuji to think that anything was going on." 

There’s the sucker punch. So now you can’t even spare just several hours of your day because you’re afraid that your boyfriend won’t let you spend time with your friend? Your childhood friend at that, one that you’ve known for more than three-fourths of your life? Atsumu’s eyes twitched, the same way he would when he saw a spiker slip up.

You sucked in a gust of air. “I’m going to go home, now ‘Tsumu.” The zip of a pencil case and the flapping of pages shook Atsumu out of his thoughts. You were fully ready to go, your bag slung over your shoulder. “See you tomorrow.”

He walks you out to the front of the door. Had the previous events not transpired, maybe there would be small banter between you two. Probably about the latest TV show, or a cute idol you liked that Atsumu thought looked like his belly button in the shower. There is none of that now. 

In silence, you give him a quick smile — the smile you give to strangers and the nice tamagoyaki man. Has Atsumu sunk to their level in your eyes? To be replaced by your new knight in shining armour?

Too deep in his thoughts, he doesn’t hear the lock of the door in front of him. And when he finally comes to his senses, you’re not there anymore. 

There’s a knot of fire in his chest. Is it the burning inferno of hate and jealousy? Or the dying embers of the love and respect he has for you? The fire rages in his mind, incinerating all common sense and leaving behind the ashes of envy. He could possibly will the fire to put itself out by himself, but he know that the person that’s going to quell the burning anger in him is you.

And now, you’re gone. 

A poor chair is knocked to the ground with a fierce grunt from the setter. Atsumu's toe throbs in pain, but at least it gives him one more thing to think about other than you. He’s about to lay waste to the magazines on the coffee table in front of him, but he collapses down on the sofa and counts to ten, like Kita taught him to. It doesn’t work. 

Atsumu counts to ten again, no use. He settles for a glass of water. It’s what you would do whenever a certain opponent was getting on their nerves during a game. Oh, you. Perfect old you. 

The walk back to his room is filled with Atsumu stomping through the halls. He flings the door open so hard that the bang on the wall is enough to startle some birds outside. Thank goodness he’s home alone. Atsumu flops down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The room is a little bigger now that you’re gone. 

Before he can do anything rash, he puts a pillow over his face, and smashes. Hard. Atsumu roars a guttural sound into the pillow, the inferno from before being let loose into the soft cotton. There’s a dragon poster beside his closet. Maybe he was really turning into one, with all the fire in his head and heart. 

It would be kind of cool if he was a dragon, he said to you once during second grade. Then he could burn all those kids on the playground that said Atsumu was dumb for still liking Power Rangers. Atsumu chuckled lowly at his past statement.

At least dragons didn’t have to worry about pointless feelings. 

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[silvensei]

In This Mad Machinery

A human and an android swap bodies, resulting in identity crises, existentialism, philosophy with the boys, and fun!

Detroit: Become Human | gen | 20k | rated T | introspective comedy/sci-fi

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A bell chimed above the door as it swung open. A portly woman turned around from the counter, a practiced yet warm smile and greeting at the ready. When she noticed who her new patrons were, she paused and propped a hand on her hip. “Well, look what the cat dragged in!” she teased amicably. “Hank Anderson! Haven’t seen your face ‘round here in ages!”

“Sorry, Bel. You know how life gets in the way,” Connor said, parroting Hank’s briefing from the car. “Is the usual still on the menu?”

“Aw, hon,” she laughed, “joshing as always!”

Connor smiled. He had no idea what that meant.

Fortunately, she turned her attention to the other member of his party. “As much as it’s good to see an old favorite, new faces keep the business going. Name’s Ysabel.”

Hank waved. “Connor.”

“Well, Connor, want a menu? It’s just your typical array of diner classics, but with enough pizzazz to knock your socks off, guaranteed!”

“Oh, no, thanks, ma’am, just a coffee for now.”

“Two cuppa joe and a patty with the fixin’s.” She waved them off and adjusted her apron. “You boys go make yourselves comfortable, y’hear?”

She left for the kitchen. Hank ushered Connor into the diner proper, over to the rows of red booths with black and white marbled tables. With windows on two sides, natural light filled the space. Only a handful of other tables were occupied, people chattering amongst themselves. It wasn’t terribly spacious, but in the way that it felt cozy rather than claustrophobic.

Hank settled in a corner booth, his back to the wall. “She seems nice,” Connor commented, sitting across from him.

“Bel? She’s more than nice. She’s probably the closest thing to an angel I’ve got.” His head turned to look out the window, letting Connor notice a momentary bout of erratic flickering in his LED. “It doesn’t matter who you are or where you’re from, but she still makes this place seem like a mother’s kitchen. Just home recipes abound. And to top it all off? She don’t take shit from no one.

“One time—” he laughed, “—One time, ages ago, Jeffrey and I came by for lunch just pissed off. An easy drug bust flipped right around and left us with nothing, sending us right back to the drawing board. One officer was so furious she quit that morning. So we came in here, fuming, cussing up a storm, just miserable bastards looking to drown our frustrations in some good ol’ comfort food; it was too early for booze, but hell, did we come close. Bel came over with absolutely not the right thing, like soup and salad or something. I’ll admit, I was a bit of a hotheaded prick back then—”

“‘Back then’?”

“Watch it, boy,” Hank warned with a grin. “Anyway, I snapped at her, saying I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this, we didn’t want this, how hard was it to grill a fucking burger, I didn’t even have my coffee yet, and so on, and she shut me up by throwing a glass of water in my face. It was nearly empty already and didn’t have ice, but it was enough to do the trick. Then she said, ‘If starting over is so easy, why don’t you kids stop bitching and suck it up?’ Then she walked away.” Hank rested his chin in his hand, the smile still on his face. “It was the literal smack to the head that I needed. She gave us the soup n’ salads on the house as an attempt to get us to eat healthier. The coffee was free, too, but it was mostly hot sauce to get back at me for yelling at her.

Connor’s own smile had only grown. He wasn’t entirely sure why; it seemed like an involuntary response. “If that’s not the definition of a guardian angel, then I don’t know what is.”

“What can I say? You really do need a friend around who’s not afraid to knock some sense into you.”

Connor leaned back, sinking into the red cushions. This was comfortable. Natural light diffusing through the windows; fun conversation with the white noise of other discussions over quiet music he couldn’t place; the ever-present aroma of a kitchen hard at work; a pleasant warmth from the sunlight (without the radiation). He would like to come here again.

With such fond memories, though, why hadn’t they come here before in the six months Connor had known him? He decided to ask.

Hank continued looking out the window. His expression shifted into something Connor couldn’t interpret, but the brief red light gave him some clues. “It just seemed a bit boring to bring an android to a restaurant, y’know? You don’t really eat and all….”

“You boys gossiping over here?” joked Bel, sliding two mugs of coffee onto the table. Connor jumped; he hadn’t heard her approach. Or maybe his ears did, but his attention was focused elsewhere. Bel laughed. “Late nights at the bar making you jumpy?”

“Ah… not so much anymore,” Connor improvised. “Some late nights on the job, if anything.”

“Oh, I’d bet. Between homicide and android rights cases, you two are probably set on work for the next couple years.” She fished around in the pocket of her apron.

“Where did you hear about our casework?” asked Hank.

Bel found her target and deposited a couple small cups of thirium into the bowl of half-and-half creamers. “All over the news, hon! You’re really paving the way for androids in the work force. Setting the bar pretty high, too, while you’re at it.” She smiled before whisking off to other tables.

“As nice as ever, that Bel,” Hank commented. He inspected one of the thirium cups and asked, “How is this compared to plain old creamers?”

Connor’s hands hovered around his mug. He lacked his infrared temperature sensor, his unfamiliar tactile senses only told him ‘hot,’ and he couldn’t even remember what a fourth-order differential to estimate heat loss through radiation looked like. He’ll just give it a minute or two to cool. “I’m sure thirium doesn’t taste pleasant, but because the android program recognizes it as essential to mechanical function, it won’t register the taste. It’s just used like a nutritional benefit.”

Hank’s nose scrunched for a moment as he regarded tainting his sacred drink. Then he shrugged, poured one in with a stir and downed a gulp. He stared past Connor, eyes narrowed as he critiqued the taste. There was a smattering of yellow in his LED. “Mmmmm,” he soon hummed. “0.12 calories.”

A snort of laughter caught in Connor’s nose, which turned into a short bout of coughs. The tickle it left in his nasal cavity was completely alien. “Shit,” he choked out. Hank was much better at containing his reaction to just a smirk. “I don’t like how involuntary that was.”

“Hah. Welcome to the club.”

“And hot off the presses!” Bel swept over to them once again, setting a platter in the middle of the tabletop. “Did the onions myself! It was such a treat to break out the cheddar patties again, too; they just go to waste when you’re not around.”

Connor sat mesmerized. He and Hank had gone to many—if not most—burger joints in and around Detroit, but the hamburger in front of him was the tallest, most layered sandwich he had ever seen. Two burgers, flecks of cheddar dripping from them, overflowing with caramelized onions, roasted peppers, mushrooms, slices of some other cheese, lettuce, pickles—is that macaroni? A sharp kick to the shin snapped him from his trance long enough to thank Bel and send her off. “Lieutenant!” he hissed. He leaned forward to keep his voice down, regretting the full whiff of that savory, melty scent he got. “Do you know how many calories are in this?!”

“With this head of yours, I do now, yeah. And no way am I telling you, impulsive programming be damned!” Hank set a devious grin in his borrowed expression; this mischievous image of his doppelgänger made Connor uncomfortable. “Give it a try. I can guarantee it’s delicious.”

He knew he shouldn’t. It was unhealthy, grease-laden, and caloric. As if the burger wasn’t enough, the bed of beer batter waffle fries that coated the plate with accompanying cups of barbecue sauce could’ve been a meal on its own. It also smelled incredible.

It was technically a command from Hank, he realized, but without a HUD of objectives, it was nothing more than words. Nothing binding about it.

But it smelled so good.

He picked up the burger, leaving in the steak knife skewer holding it together. Before he could second-guess himself, he took a bite. There was a crunch from the brioche, a different crunch of the onions, then too many to distinguish, each with its own flavor that he had no previous reference on which to base any categorization, but together, it was splendid.

His instinct was to isolate and analyze each individual component, but without his tech, it was just a bombardment of information. By the time the taste stopped overwhelming his senses, half of the burger was gone.

Hank was swirling the coffee around in his mug, expression dripping in ‘told ya so.’ “A goddamn culinary masterpiece, right?”

Connor took another quick bite (getting mostly onions and macaroni) before he replaced it on the plate. He wiped off his hands on a paper napkin to buy processing time. “Lieutenant,” he said. “Hank. I still disapprove. But I understand now.”

“Fuckin’-A right!” Hank took a bite out of a waffle fry. “Listen, I get that you guys don’t need to eat, but it wouldn’t kill ya every now and then. CyberLife at least could’ve built in better taste buds. All I’m getting is calorie count and salt content, not any of the finesse.”

Trying a fry for himself, he noted the tang that he deduced as saltiness. Though not the main dish, they were also quite good. He took another. “It’s not vital to androids’ function—”

“And it’s not ‘vital’ to come and eat out like this. It’s just fuckin’ delightful.”

That is true. Much of his existence these days isn’t spent out of necessity. He didn’t have to pet Sumo, but it made him happy to do so. Munching on a third fry, he realized that humans were the same, except with more of a sensory benefit, like the fluffiness of Sumo’s fur. Why weren’t they the ones with compulsive programming? It seemed like they would need it more, what with all these distractions that can physically affect their mental state. “Ohh…,” he realized, “no wonder addictions are such an issue.”

“Now— hold on, now, how’d you jump to that conclusion? Like, yeah, but—” Hank’s LED began blinking. He flinched from something before raising his eyebrows. “A call from Jeffrey. Now this’ll be interesting.” He hesitated before he looked around the room. “I, ah, should probably take this elsewhere, ‘case it’s on the down low.”

“Tap the temple to answer,” Connor advised as Hank slid out of the booth and went to the door.

Connor crunched another fry, one that was extra crunchy. He should probably pay Bel soon and get a box for the rest, should they have to leave in a hurry. If only he knew how much two coffees and a—shit.

He picked up the untouched coffee. It was barely warm now. Unhelpful one-track human brain. Can’t even set a reminder in the background. He took a sip. It didn’t warm him or anything, but it tingled his tongue in a sort of dry, sharp way. Coffee was bitter, right? He didn’t think it would be this bitter, but Hank did like his coffee black. Despite complaining he couldn’t taste much, Hank’s mug was completely drained.

He spotted Bel this time as she approached. “Could I get a box for the rest of this? It sounds like we might have to leave soon.”

“Always off to save the city, you two are. I’ll get this all wrapped up in a jiffy!”

“And how much do I owe you?” Connor asked before she left with his plate. He was pretty sure Hank’s wallet was in his left pocket.

Bel cocked a grin. “Hon, has it really been so long you don’t remember?”

He paused. “Got two coffees this time.”

“Oh, silly me, that’s true! How’s an even ten bucks sound, then?”

Connor couldn’t help a small frown. “That seems a bit low….”

“Nah, call it a ‘welcome back’ discount.” Her expression lost its teasing edge, becoming something warm. “It’s good to see you again, Hank.”

While he liked the woman, if the conversation was going to turn sentimental, he wasn’t sure how well he was going to keep up his act. “It’s good to see you, too, Bel,” he replied before bringing his cold mug to his lips, hoping to end it there.

“And I hope you kept your talent for parenting.”

Connor almost choked. “What?”

“You were always a good father.” Bel was looking over his shoulder, off down memory lane. “Cole was the brightest kid in the county. But while more tragedy has befallen you than I would wish on anybody, I still hope Connor’s lucky enough to be in the same kind of care.”

“No, sorry, Connor’s not my son, he’s a detective—my coworker—not to mention an android.”

“Which means he might need it most, eh, sugar?” She shifted her weight and her gaze, looking back at him. “Sure, he looks what, twenty-five? Thirty? But isn’t he a new model? He probably ain’t even three yet, and he’s been deviant for way less than that. A father figure to show him the societal ropes sounds perfect to me.”

He felt like a process or ten had stalled. Fortunately, Hank returned to the table, so Bel took his plate and left with no more than a wink.

“Jeffrey wants us at the office today,” Hank said. Connor blinked and took a breath, trying to not focus on Bel’s inanity. (RK800 androids were the most advanced—hot off the production line immediately—he didn’t need—)

“Specifically, he wants me,” continued Hank, “so technically, he wants you. Said it shouldn’t take long.”

Connor cleared his throat. “So why didn’t he call me directly?”

“He did. A few times.”

Startled, Connor quickly dug out Hank’s phone. The screen lit to two missed calls, one new voicemail, and some new emails. “Oh….”

“Not so easy when it doesn’t directly invade your brain, huh? Now can you forgive me for not texting immediately?”

“I thought we were supposed to be unraveling the secrets of existence, Lieutenant, not dissecting your communication and dietary habits.”

Hank laughed. In Connor’s opinion, it didn’t sound right with his voice, but it made him smile nonetheless. “So, are we both going or just me?” he asked.

“I dunno, what else am I gonna do?”

Connor hummed. “It’s Saturday, right? Markus might be home.”

“Markus? As in rA9 Markus?”

“If CyberLife keeps this up, he’s bound to hear about it sooner or later, so why not tell him now? He usually checks in on his human on the weekends.”

Hank shrugged. “Might as well, I guess. Gives me something different to do. Where’s he live?”

“Around. Don’t ask me, you’re the one with the GPS today.”

Bel returned once more and set a cardboard box on the table. “Well, boys, it was my pleasure!” she boomed. “Y’all better come back soon, alright?”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Hank said with a smile as he stood. “Wonderful coffee.”

“Aw, c’mere!” She pulled him into a hug, something that didn’t fluster Hank at all. When the embrace broke, she held him by both shoulders and said, “Oh, Hank, he hugs like you already!”

The real Hank’s eyebrow twitched. “What…does that mean?”

“Nothing, nothing!”

Connor avoided their eyes until he found a ten and some ones in his wallet and handed them to Bel. He picked up the box and used his free arm to give her a quick hug. It was warm. Nice. “Thanks, Bel.”

“Anytime!”

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[axkcolin-blog]

inauthentic | m

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Genre: mature, romance, college au, (smut eventually) Word Count: 3140

“11:53….I should be leaving any time now.” You slipped your phone into your butt pocket.

You plopped onto your bed while taking one last gaze around the room you knew you wouldn’t see again for awhile. Despite the stuff that was obviously missing, you could still remember your childhood and the many things that had taken place here. You had your fair share of good and bad memories in your room -more have been unpleasant than pleasant, but irrelevant to you now- To some, leaving home may seem like the biggest blessing in the world, but you were pretty much a combination of happy and bummed. Today, you were going to move out and get into your dorm; you needed to get all your belongings out since the semester was going to begin soon. Not to mention, orientation was going to be the following day. In all honesty though, time had passed by too quickly for you to register. Well, whatever now, it was not something you could really dwell on at the moment. Besides there were plenty of other times to reflect on your life and feel nostalgic, but right now wasn’t that time.

You scrolled through your phone looking at your notifications. A lot of your friends and family wished you luck in your next milestone in life. Although you had already did your rounds of farewells and goodbyes, they still wished you well. That was nice. Even your grandparents commuted 2 hours from where they lived to stop by and give you money, and of course, a few tips on how to survive college. The kind of tips they said, went like ‘make smart decisions’ and ‘don’t feel peer pressured to do anything’ typa stuff. Your grandparents were especially strict on the no drinking rule, telling you that it was a big no-no, because nothing supposedly good ever came from it. Well, you had to admit that some part of that is true, since you were infamously known from your group of friends to do idiotic things when you were drunk. Anyways, you promised you wouldn’t do so, but it was a broken promise to begin with either way.

A knock on your door frame interrupted your thoughts. “Hey, your dad and I finished up everything, we should start heading out.”

“Got it!” you replied, as your mom walked downstairs.

“Well, this is it.” You took a deep breath and hopped off your bed, following after your mother.

As soon as you got in, your parents drove off. A minute hadn’t even passed yet, until your mom went on again, about how you couldn’t afford to fail, literally. You sighed and slouched further into your seat. Your parents had given you this talk so many times; it was repetitive. They had, had this conversation so much, you actually remembered what they said- word for word. And once they started going on the topic about why you shouldn’t be drinking, you lost it and immediately attempted to force yourself asleep. Sleeping was always much more preferable than hearing your parents lecture you about stuff you shouldn’t do. They were telling you not to do things, you knew that had done when they were in college. Whatta bunch of hypocrites.

You managed to fall asleep the entirety of the commute, much to your surprise, and was left sitting in your car in confusion. You sighed and sat up, feeling sore in different spots of your body. You extended your arms and legs, and stretched it out until you heard a satisfying pop. You then looked around your foreign surrounding and spotted your parents. Once you did, you noticed that your parents weren’t alone, they were standing there with a tall, dark haired man. You impetuously shivered, despite not seeing his face. You couldn’t shake off the iffy feeling you were getting. Either way, something just didn’t seem right. Whatever vibe this guy was emitting, you didn’t like one bit. Nonetheless, the identity of this person had peeked your interest, so you moved around a bit in the car, to try to get a good look. Before you could do so, your mom pointed towards you and all three of them faced in your direction. You impulsively went back to your chair and positioned yourself in, what you thought was a sleeping stance. You pondered, “Wait why am I hiding? I didn’t even do anythin-”

Not long after you had that thought, the car door near you jerked open and a ray of sunlight hit you directly in the face, making you furrow your eyebrows. The sudden action had startled you a bit but you were more annoyed by how forcibly the person was being. “Hey what the hell?” You immediately brought your arm over your face.

You tried to spot the person responsible for startling you, but all you could see, was a silhouette. Without warning, the figure suddenly towered over you, “Get the fuck up sleeping beauty.” a chirpy voice came from the figure.

You froze, and your eyes widened as you came face to face with the person who had been responsible for your uneasiness. You finally registered what this person said, and then it hit you. That voice...you recognized that voice; you wouldn't have even been able to forget it, even if you tried. You glared, “That explains why I got bad vibes coming from you...Jung.” You cursed.

“Hey you, it’s been awhile. Two or some years, right? How have ya been.” He flashed a fake smile at you.

“‘The ‘you’ has a name you know.” You gnarled at him.

Hoseok leaned closer to you, in an obvious attempt to press your buttons, “I really don’t care y’know. I’ve been trying to forget your name and everything about you.”

Jung fucking Hoseok is about 2 years older than you, he was your neighbor and had used to be your brother figure- and old crush. Anyways, this guy was the last person you’d want to ever see right now, nonetheless ever in your life. You can guarantee that every person who’s talked to him, believes Hoseok is a ray of sunshine, however in your eyes, he was he was far from that. If someone asked you to explain the type of guy he was, you’d have to say it’s inexplicable since there isn’t enough words or phrases that could be used to describe how terrible, heartless, abhorrent, and a total jackass he is. The thing you’ve always dreaded however, was that your parents had a huge favoring over him, and always referred him as your childhood friend, when in fact, it wasn’t like that at all. However, you guys hadn’t always been on bad terms, in fact, you had used to be good friends- as you stated earlier, he was like an elder brother, but things changed when this ‘angel’ suddenly started being a straight up dick to you. You guys were actually really close, you The charming guy whom you admired and actually had a crush on for while, turned his back on you, for no reason. To add oil to the flame, Hoseok started sleeping with a ton of girls- a fuckton of girls; he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Every damn girl wants to hookup with him for some reason, and you even lost some friends because of the hookups he had with them. It was disappointing already, that he had given you the cold shoulder, but now he had countless hookups. It was sad and disenchanting cause’ now you really knew that he’d never go back to the kind, brotherly Hoseok, who was also your inspiration in dance. yes that’s right folks, Hoseok is actually the reason why you started dancing and got so much interest, but you’ll never admit that to him. And yes, it’s no surprise to anyone that he had moves, you adored him for that, but that was his only redeeming quality. You liked his dance skills, but not his character.

“Aw, you missed me love?” He teased and backed away.

“Hardly. It was fantastic until you came.” You glared at him.

“Good to know that the feelings are mutual.” He flicked your forehead roughly.

"OW! God damn, why the hell did you do it so hard?”

“Thatswhatshesaid,” Hoseok said in one breath.

“You’ve literally not matured at all, you ass-twat.”

He scoffed “Ass-twat? Seriously, I know you can do better than that.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You snapped.

“Hey, you two doing okay over there?” Your dad yelled.

“Yes sir,” Hoseok smiled, “just catching up.”

You got up from the seat and immediately dread. The heat was insane and you now were really regretting your outfit choice of a sweatshirt and joggers.

“Wow, that’s definitely an appropriate outfit. You afraid of the sun?” Hosoek picked at your sweatshirt.

“LET.GO.” You muttered through your teeth.

“Yikes she bites, I’ll make note of that.”

“Hoseok!” your mom called, “while you’re over there, do you mind helping carry the stuff in?”

He sighed, and glared at you, before responding, “Of course ma’am,”

You stuck your tongue out and walked towards your parents. “So….mom, where is it?” You looked around you, but you saw no dormitories nearby.

“Right here, you’ll be staying here.” Your mom grasped your shoulders and faced you in front of a house.

You turned your neck towards your mother so fast, you actually could’ve gotten whiplash.“I’m sorry...what?”

Your mom sighed, “Your father and I decided it would be best for you not to be in a dorm, for multiple reasons. Plus it’ll save money for us, so we can save money for your car.”

You stared at your parents in utter confusion, “Uh, what? I need clarification please.”

“Wow, you really are fucking stupid.” Hoseok whispered while walking past you with your luggage.

You were honestly considering strangling the hell out of Hoseok if another word came out from his mouth. But you knew if you did so, your parents wouldn’t hesitate to punish or kill you. Deadass.

“Well, in order to save money and help getting adjusted, you’ll be living with Hoseok. And you really should be thankful to him though, he’s willing to do this for you, that’s considerate of him. Plus, with someone as reliable as Hoseok watching after you to make sure you don’t do crazy things, it’d give your mother and I a peace of mind, and have one less thing to worry about- he’d be your guardian for us.” Your dad explained.

“You mean babysitter?” You scoffed, “are you kidding me?” your parents really were just totally oblivious to the type of relationship you two had had for the past years. “Well, would it have hurt you that much for you guys to at least talk this over with me?”

“We are right now.” your dad responded.

You rubbed your face, “Dad, that’s not the point.”

“Sweetie, you’re making this seem like a bad idea. Why are you so against it? We’re saving money this way, so we can buy you a car, and be able to send you money for your other necessities? This is a blessing in disguise for you, but look, we’re sorry if we disappointed you, but we really couldn’t turn down this offer...we hope you can understand.”

You sighed, in frustration; you trusted your parents words. You well aware that in your parent’s perspective, this was the cheapest and best option, so of course they would want you to do this. Also, these were your parents- they were stubborn- so you knew you couldn’t change their minds. So in this situation, all you could really say was, your hands were tied. “Okay, okay, I get the message, I’m good with whatever decision needs to be done.”

“Now that’s the spirit, huh?” Hoseok pat your back harshly, almost making you fall over.

You had to hold back the urge to curse, “Don’t you have stuff you should be transferring?”

“I already did it all, and you’re welcome.” Hoseok bitterly smiled.

“Aw, see you guys are already mixing in well, but that was expected already, since you guys are already such great friends.”

Hoseok and you had both unintentionally sighed at the comment.  

“Anyways sweetie, we know that the campus is about 4-5 miles away, and we know that it’ll be quite far to walk, so we brought along your bike, so you have some sort of transportation.” your mom smiled.

“Thanks,” You were obliged to say.

“So this is it,” your mom smiled once more, “make sure to make smart decisions and call us if anything happens, and most importantly-”

“Don’t drink before I turn 21,” your mom and you had both said in unison.

“Good, you remembered,” your mom pulled you into a hug, “make us proud.”

“Yeah, I will.” You returned it.

“Okay, you should go ahead and start getting unpacked; you have a long day tomorrow.” Your mom stroked your hair comfortably.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, before walking into the house.

Hoseok followed you back into the house but your parents called him once more.

He took a deep breath and turned around with a radiant smile before going to your parents. He sure did know how to put up in act. You went inside and quickly gazed over your surroundings. It was rather homey and not exotic, like Hoseok’s style. To simply put it, this house was calm, and welcoming- just how you like it. That didn’t change the fact though that, you were sharing a house with a troll. You sighed again, how many times have you sighed today, you wondered. You went ahead and plopped yourself on the couch, waiting for him to come back. Your parents explained why you had to stay, but you wanted to get some answers from him. Not long after you had this thought, the door opened and Hoseok turned around, waving, to who you assumed were your parents. After that, he turned towards you with that deadly expression you knew he had been hiding from everyone. “Well, we’re alone now, so say what you want now. I’m pretty sure you have a lot to say to me, whether I want to hear it or not.”

“First off, WHY? Why’d you offer this to my parents? We fucking hate each other!”

Hoseok scoffed, “Please, do you really fucking think I wanted to see your face everyday? You really believe that I wanted you to be roomie?” he walked towards you, clearly agitated, “your parents somehow heard that my roommate moved out, and they took the damn opportunity. They asked me to do all this shit for you. Jesus fucking Christ, they actually talked to my parents first to confirm this all. At this point, they twisted my arm- I couldn’t deny them, they had my parents against me! This is your fault for being so damn irresponsible, that they really had to send you to me. Pathetic, really.”

You got up in his face, “Excuse me?  My fault? You were the fucking reason why I got in so much trouble when we were younger. You’re the main reason why my parents have trust issues with me, so in all honesty, you’re the one to blame.”

He rolled his eyes, “I honestly have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Oh really? Need I remind you of the time you came to my party, uninvited and had the audacity to have sex in my house with one of my friends? Like seriously, you were like 18 at the time, did you only have two brain cells? And no, don’t answer that because you being the stupid person you were, threw the damn thing in my trash can, for my mom to see! She was mortified over the idea that her 16 year old had apparently had sexual intercourse- which I didn’t!”

“First off, there is no evidence of me doing that, so get off my back-”

“Angie bragged about it to me when she slept over my house that night. Do you know how mortifying that was for me at the time; for me to find out that my best friend at the time, hooked up with someone like you?” You hollered, “She fucking knew I hated your guts, yet she still hooked up with you. I gave her constant warning about how you treat all your women, and she didn’t believe me. Angie was fucking sobbing when she found out you weren’t serious with her! She cut off connections because she was embarrassed about what she did. She claimed that being around me reminded me of you somehow. You ruined stuff for me.

“W-what?” Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows, “Who’s Angie?”

You froze, “What?”

“Look, I don’t know the names of your ‘bffs’, just give me a refresher or something.”

“For Pete's sake, she’s not my friend anymore, I lost her because you played with her, like you do with all your girls!” You rubbed your palm over your forehead and ruffled your hair, “You don’t even remember the girls you slept with....Seriously, you’re a pig.”

“So what? I’m out here trying to live my life; I live a good one, not a long one.”

“Do you not have a heart or something? Ugh, how am I ever gonna deal with you?” You threw your hands into the couch, only to feel something foreign.

Your curiosity got the better of you and you dug around into the cushion. You caught a hold of something lacy and long, and you pulled it from the couch. You were appalled by what you just revealed. Out from the couch, you pulled a lacy red bra, that was obviously not meant for wearing on a casual day. “OH MY GOD, WHY IS THIS HERE?”

Hoseok turned and noticed what you held, “Oh, that’s where it went.” Hoseok casually responded.

“EW!” You screeched and flung the lingerie towards Hoseok, which he easily dodged.

“You’re a fucking pig, you’re a fucking pig, you’re a motherfucking pig!” You cringed.

“Hey sorry to break it to you, but there’s a reason why you found it on the couch,” He raised a brow.

Your eyes widened once you registered what he said and you immediately jumped off the couch. “I’m never touching that fucking couch again!”

You ran to the faucet and washed your hands as fast as you could. You were losing it. You were gonna snap, and you haven’t been here for longer than a day. “I swear to God, Hoseok, if you want to do your girlfriend, do it in your goddamn room and make sure she gets all her belongings!”

Hoseok picked up the bra, “Okay, whatever, and by the way.” Hoseok waved the bra, “This isn’t my girlfriend’s; cause’ I don’t have on-”

You interrupted him, “STOP TALKING JUNG.”