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finelinevogue · 3 years

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the fact that Y/N has post natal depression Is somewhat refreshing idk I just don't see it talked about much on here and if it is it's like Hella angsty and the partner doesn't understand what it is but I was wondering if u could touch on it a bit more cause it's something I'm really scared about happening to me and I just want harry to hold me and tell me it's going be okay 😚😚😚😚

P.s. if u don't wanna it's understandable

anon: can u write about harry helping y/n through her ppd maybe like the 3rd time was so bad that h decide that he won’t be having more children

so this was requested twice so i would love to be able to write this for you both, hope this is okay - mind it’s heavily angsty!;

tw: vomiting, ppd and od

oli - 4, felix - 3, belle - 12 weeks

Motherhood was really fucking hard.

The birth of your newly born daughter, Isabella, had really taken a back pedal on your mental health. You had suffered with post natal depression after the birth of your two sons, but nothing as bad as this.

It had hit you around the 7 week mark after giving birth. The pregnancy itself was okay, even though she was slightly premature, but it was after you’d taken her home that it’d all spiralled downhill. It started with complications with her breastfeeding - like she was rejecting the milk that you had produced. It hurt to see her reject you and your body, finding more comfort in drinking from a pre-made milk bottle as her dad rocked her to sleep. You recall the evening so clearly and felt like an utter failure as you watched her drink a bottle of formula for the first time.

“Ssh ssh,” Harry cooed to your 7 week old daughter as he rocked her in his arms on the rocking chair in her nursery. She was whining because she was hungry, but the problem was that she wasn’t accepting your milk. She hadn’t been accepting your milk all day and now it was becoming dangerous for you to keep on saying ‘Oh i’ll just try later.’ Harry had told you to make a formula bottle for her. “Mummy’s coming.”

As much as you didn’t want to, you were walking back to the nursery with a warm bottle in your hands. You’d tested it on your hand to make sure it wasn’t too hot and then taken a sip to taste it, out of jealousy, and you thought that it didn’t taste any different to you. Then again you’re not a 7 week old human whose only date is milk.

“Look here’s mummy with your yummy milk, okay? Look Belles!” Harry cooed at his darling angel and you only wished he wasn’t as happy for her as he was.

“Yeah.” You spoke softly, handing him the bottle and standing nearby, part of you hoping that she would reject this too and she wasn’t just rejecting you.

But no, she drank the formula like it was her last meal.

“Such a sweet girl, aren’t you?” Harry praised her, watching her in awe as she kept on drinking the formula. Watching as she was drinking to become the strong girl you knew she’d become. It just hurt that it wasn’t you that could help her become that.

You felt powerless. Worthless, even. The one thing that you had carried the weight of your breasts around to do and you couldn’t even do it. Your nipples were so sore and your breasts ached so badly and it was all for nothing. Perhaps it was punishment for being such a bad mum. Perhaps you’d never been good enough for this job and it was your bodies way of shutting you down forever. You wouldn’t need the ability to produce milk anymore, because you weren’t worth the title of becoming one again. You wanted to be happy for your little one, seeing her happy but all you felt was rejection and sadness. She didn’t think you were good enough to be her mum and that really hurt.

Along with the breastmilk problem, Belle also became very stubborn when you wanted to change her nappy. Anytime you tried to change and help her she put up a fuss, kicking her legs and sometimes she would bite or hit you away. It was just a reminder that you weren’t a good enough mum for her and that she didn’t feel safe enough around you. She didn’t find comfort in your presence and she was so fussy about what you did around her. With Harry, though, she was an angel. She loved him so much and obviously he made her feel so loved and safe - something you’d clearly never be able to give her.

There was also the chores of being a mother to your other two sons too. Oli and Felix were old enough to understand that they had a baby sister, but they weren’t old enough to understand how miserable you were. Harry wasn’t even able to figure it out yet. You tried your best to put on your bravest face, knowing that your family needed you to be strong but the truth was that you were crumbling on the inside. You were feeling less and less like yourself and you were waiting for the moment when you’d completely fall apart. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything was just numb.

“You two boys okay?”

You walked into the children’s playroom see that they were sat at the little table colouring in. Felix’s little legs dangled slightly, whereas Oli’s legs touched the floor and it made your heart swell at how big they were both getting.

“Yep!” Oli cheered, scribbling with his left hand as his tiny tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated - a habit passed onto him from his father.

“What are you both drawing?” You asked, coming over and kneeling on the floor beside them and having a peek at their drawings.

“We’re colouring for daddy.” Felix answered, some of the words not being pronounced properly due to his young lisp and lack of being taught how to say things correctly yet.

His words stung though. You appreciated that he was only a toddler and he meant nothing evil or malicious by it, but it hurt to think that maybe, just maybe, your sons were doing this for their dad because he did so much more for them than you did. Of course you tried to be the best mum you could, but maybe you weren’t doing enough. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a mum after all, or at least not a good one.

“O-oh,” you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes because your boys looked so proud at their artwork - and you should be too. “Tell me about them then, my loves.”

Oli went first, “So this is me and this is Oli and this is dad. It’s us playing football like we did the other day, mummy.” He pointed out to each of the figures, some looking actually quite terrifying but you’d never have the heart to tell him that. The figures were all holding hands though and it hurt to think that you weren’t a part of that.

“Oh that’s so good Ols!” you rubbed his head of hair and then turned to Felix’s, “What about you Fix?”

“I drew daddy as the best.” He pointed to a trophy that the figure - more like a stick-man-slenderman - was holding, which was decorated with the award of ‘my hero’.

“I told him to write hero, mummy.” Oli added, and you smiled at both of them.

“Well done. Good job both of you. Daddy will love these!” You only wished that they would draw something for you. You hated to think that you were being petty, but honestly you just wanted to feel loved. “Shall I go cut up some apple for a snack, hey?” You asked, trying to feel useful.

“Daddy is making us smoothies!” Felix answered and you had to stand up, up and away from their heigh, so they didn’t catch the tears in your eyes.

“Okay! Don’t forget to give him those pictures - he’ll love those.” You praised them and they both giggled to each other.

The sight of your sons laughing should’ve made you so happy, but it only reminded you that you weren’t the source of their happiness. You weren’t on their mind enough to be their inspiration for drawings. You definitely weren’t their hero. You were just a woman to them, not a mum. You wanted to be so much more but it was clear that they didn’t need you. They were loved by their dad and each other, not in need of your heart.

Eventually Belle settled down and was sleeping better through the night, leaving you and Harry to much more peaceful nights sleep. Well, just Harry.

You had found it near impossible to get to sleep now. You lay awake at night wondering when Belle would next wake up, wondering when she’d next need you. Harry was always quick out of bed though, even if he actually was sleeping, to help her ordering you to stay in bed and rest yourself. You couldn’t help feel like he was telling you to stay put because he knew you wouldn’t be able to do your job properly - and you started to believe him.

You’d found yourself getting jealous of those that could get to sleep. When you were walking down the road you’d judge a person by how much sleep they looked like they got last night. You definitely looked like you only had 2 hours - even when you’d only had 37 minutes but who’s counting? Your dark circles were heavily noticeable, but no one cared enough to ask. Even Harry stayed clear of you more and more often; spending more time with the kids than you and sleeping on his side of the bed instead of yours at nighttime.

There had been one evening where you had been so restless that Harry had gotten so frustrated and left the room, with a blanket and a pillow, and slept on the couch. You’d never felt so much like a burden than that night. Your family was rejecting you and you felt like a failure. You were a success at failing in everything. The meals you cooked went half eaten by everyone because you would’ve forgotten to add a key ingredient. The children preferred to spend more time playing with their dad because you weren’t energised enough to play the games they wanted to. Your daughter still rejected your milk. It was all too much and you just wanted one nights peace for it to change.

Last night had been that night.

Fuck these were so addicting. You were finally getting the sleep that you so badly craved, only with the help of tablets.

You wanted the sleep because that was the one place you could escape to. You needed that escape to help you get out of bed the next morning. Life was too hard for you to not dream, and without dreaming you didn’t want life.

It started off with taking one every night before bed, but then they stopped working again, so you started taking two, then three. Four was obviously where your body hit its limit.

“Mummy? Can you come tuck me in please?” Oli asked, little toy giraffe in hand and shaking you in hopes of waking you up to send him peacefully off to sleep.

You’d gone to bed a bit earlier tonight, lying saying that you were extremely exhausted. Harry said he would be able to handle things and that’s when you excitedly ran upstairs to take your pills; 4 of them. You’d made it into your bed, feeling slightly drowsy after completing your nighttime routine, but then you started to feel unwell and really ill. Before you’d passed out you’d stuck your fingers down your throat in hopes to make the feeling in your stomach disappear, but it ended up you throwing up all over the bed and pass out right there.

“Mummy! Wake up!” Oli rattled your back, but you were still unresponsive.

Oli padded out of the room and down to his sisters room where he knew his dad was. Belle was being extra fussy this evening and Harry suspected it had everything to do with you retiring early. He heard Oli come into the room just as he’d gotten Belle down.

“Y’alright buddy?” Harry whispered, tip-toeing out of Belle’s room, leaving the door open slightly, and crouched down in front of him.

“No. Mummy’s not waking up.” Oli pouted, rubbing a tired fist over his eye.

“She’s probably in dreamland, bud. She was really tired today.”

“She’s really tired all of the times.”

“I know, Ol.” Because Harry did know, but he was too much of a coward to face up to the problem. The doctors had said that post natal depression can strengthen with every birthed child, but he was too blind sighted by the fact that you’d overcome the first birthed post natal depression so quickly, and was so in love with his baby girl, that he didn’t truly see how bad things had gotten. Harry had tried giving you some space, distancing himself from you in bed and spending more time with the kids so you could relax and rest up, but nothing seemed to be working. He was surprised, actually, that you’d been having better sleep recently and so was hopeful that maybe the worst of the depression was over.

Hell, was he so wrong.

“Go to bed, bud okay? I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Wake mummy up so she can give me a kiss.”

“I’ll try little man, alright?” Harry scuffed his sons hair and then watched him walk off to his room.

Harry walked into your dark room, the air smelling slightly sour, and walked around to your side of the bed. He sat down next to you sighed heavily. He needed to speak to you, no matter how tired or angry you’d be with him. He was losing you as a wife and a mother and a soulmate and a lover. He was just losing you, just as you were losing yourself and he was doing tip-toeing around the problem any longer. He was going to try and make this better. He was going to better understand how you were feeling in order to help you.

“Baby?” He spoke softly, nudging you gently, “Baby wake up.” No response. “Y/N, my love? Wake up for me darling, need to speak with you.” Normally you would’ve stirred by now but there was still nothing. “Y/N?” Harry shook you a bit more urgently now - one that would surely wake even the deepest of sleepers. “Y/N!” He shouted, perhaps a bit too loudly for the comfort of his children.

He turned you over and that’s when he knew this was very, very, bad.

Your face was pale grey and your mouth was covered in the remains of vomit, and he suddenly understood the gross sour smell from before. Your hair was greasy and stuck all in the wet sick all over your face. Your eyes were puffy from the remains of tears. You looked dead.

“No, no, no. Y/N! No you don’t.” Harry’s eyes starting weeping and he couldn’t think straight. He checked your pulse on your wrist and timed it - it was unhealthily faint. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were in your last beats of your heart. His tears and sobs were uncontrollable, but he had to be both strong for you and his children, as well as for him. “Fuck sake pull yourself together Harry. Okay, baby hold on please. Okay? You don’t get to leave me like this, you hear me? I love you so much, baby. Fuck i’m so sorry.” He gently placed your head back down on the pillow and pulled out his phone.

999

“What’s your emergency?”

“I need a-an ambulance p-please. I-I think my wife i-is dying.”

The rest of it was a blur for Harry. Him trying to wake you up. The ambulance arriving. Oli and Felix crying when they saw you being carried away on a stretcher. Belle’s deafening screams. Harry’s heart beating for the both of you.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was the rhythmic beeping sounds that woke you up.

Your whole body felt achey and sore, your head a pounding mess. You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting them to the light of the room. You expected to see the family photo on the wall opposite you and the white of your curtains, but you were met with a heart-monitor machine and a hospital bed instead. You looked down at your body and noticed a cannula in your arm, making you squirm because you hated stuff like that so much. Your nose had a tube running inside it too, feeding you the oxygen your lungs weren’t receiving properly.

It then dawned on you how you weren’t in the room alone. You saw a sleeping Anne and Gemma on the chairs in the far corner, with Felix and Oli tucked against their sides - Anne with Oli and Felix with Gemma. It was so cute to see them so cuddled up close. They looked peaceful. You took note of the baby pram that was at the end of your bed, most likely playing bed to your beautiful daughter. Your mind felt lost. You can’t really remember what had happened, apart from taking four of those sleeping pills. You fully remember the weight of feeling worthless and useless as both a mum and a wife, though, and that feeling was still very prominent.

Your eyes lastly landed to the side of you, where Harry was sat but also laid on your bed. The top of half of his body laid upon the bed, his head buried onto this arm deep within the bed, whilst his bottom stayed rooted to the chair. His hand was holding yours tightly, which was a sign that he wasn’t asleep. You were so scared to face him though. You had failed him, again and again and you weren’t sure whether you could be enough for him anymore. Enough for your family anymore.

You squeezed his hand three times saying ‘I love you.’

“Y/N,” He whispered so hoarsely, but you were so focused on him to even catch it. He looked ruined, and you’d done that to him. His eyes were dark and tired, but also red and puffy from where he’d been crying. His hair was a mess and you could tell it hadn’t been washed in a while. How long had you been out for? You felt rested in your sleep, but not in your mind or your heart.

“I—” Your breathe got caught in your throat, but you persevered to finish your words. He deserved to here them. “I’m sorry.” You were whispering so you didn’t disturb anyone else in the room.

“No, stop it. I’m sorry baby.”

“Harry don’t, you don’t have anyt—”

“Stop yes I do I—”

“Harry please you don’t owe—”

“Y/N listen!” He cut the little volley-conversation and ordered you to just stop. You started crying when you saw that he was too. “Whatever you’re going to say, don’t. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it right now. Because I love you. Fuck, I do. I love you so much that when I found you unconscious in a pile of your own sick thinking you were dead, my only thought was that I wished it were me instead”.

“Harry, you don’t mean—”

“My god Y/N! You don’t get it, do you? I would do anything to switch places with you right now. I would suffer a thousand times over if it meant you were okay. I’d suffer in hell for you. Nobody else but you has ever made me feel like this. I married you because I love you and I want to wake up next to you every day of my beating hearts life. I chose to have children with you, because I knew how great of a mum you’d be and what beautiful people you’d help bring up into the world—”

“But i’m not.” You cut Harry short, trying to pull your hand away from him but he didn’t let you - only tightening his grip and pulling himself closer towards you. He was so close you could kiss him.

“Not what?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. You’d both had this conversation before, but you were both tired of it and were ready for it to be your last now.

“A good mum. I’m- i’m not a good mum or wife, Harry and i’m sorry.”

“I told you not say it and stop thinking it, because you’re completely wrong Y/N. You’re a good mother and a good wife, because you are a good person.”

“But i’m not great.” You whimpered, thinking back to the drawings your Oli and Felix had done. “I’m not the best.”

“But you don’t have to be, baby. You see our beautiful, healthy, happy and safe babies over there?” Harry turned to look at them, love in his eyes as in yours. “They wouldn’t be all those things, no matter how you feel about yourself, without you. I could never have brought them up to be half the people they are without you by my side, the way you make me a better person. You claim you don’t got this, but baby you’re already doing it and have been doing it for 5 years with our children and so much longer with me.”

“I’m just so fucked up Harry.” Your head tilted back on the pillow as you got heavily emotional over the situation.

Harry shook his head and moved his hand to cup the back of your neck, moving your head forwards until it met his. The touch of his skin against yours, no matter where and how small, made you feel alive and you’d missed him and that feeling so much. You missed loving him so much.

“Listen to me.” He ordered, keeping you still. “You are strong and you are brave Y/N Styles. No matter what you tell yourself I will be here every goddamn day of my life, if I have to, to remind you that you are worth more than your fucking weight in gold. You are my heart. You are my soul and the mother to my greatest achievements. I know they are yours too, just as I know I am your heart.

“You are.” You whispered so quietly under your breathe, but Harrys heart warmed when he caught you saying it. He knew though.

“Just let me love you. Let me be there for you. If you want medication then let’s do it, and i’ll be there for every step of the way. If you want to go to a rehabilitation centre for a bit, that’s okay we can—”

You shook your head and licked the tears away from your face. You were both such tearful messes, but the love between you was undeniable. “No, no please, no.”

“Okay, okay, love. We won’t. See, you’re okay. I promise, you’re okay. Stay with me, yeah? I’ll love you and keep you safe, just as you will me.”

“Promise.” You told him sincerely. He brought his lips to yours with that single word. He was so proud of your for being so brave and strong. He wishes he was half the person you were. His lips conveyed those thoughts of his and you could taste the love and passion burning through his heart and out on to his lips. He tasted like home. z he was home. Your lips smacked together messily, but you didn’t care because you loved each other too much and had kissed each other even more. Once you pulled back he stayed close to you, smiling at you with such awe. “I think.. I think I want to try medication please.”

Harry didn’t say ‘okay’ or ‘sure thing’, no. He said four words that meant more to you in that moment that any others in the universe. More than saying ‘I love you.’ Words that reminded you that not everything is okay and that sucks really bad, but you’re doing your best to get through it. It was a reminder that you had so many people who loved you and cared for you. It was a gun at the starting line symbolising that the journey ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but worth it.

“I’m proud of you.”

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princessofprocrastination · 4 years

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Incapable Of Love (Corpse Husband)

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summary : corpse hasn’t been in a relationship for a while. he thought he was ready when he met you, but now he’s not so sure anymore. (a dash of sykkuno)(angst)

a/n : dude i spent three whole days writing this and maybe i went too far, it’s so long. anyways, enjoy. this might not be the only part, please tell me if you want a continuation and tell me who you want yourself to end up with.

warning : a very long story, and a whole lot of heartbreak.

you were semi wild in highschool. no, you weren’t a party goer, you didn’t even start drinking till you reached twenty-one, but you didn’t have a hard time finding a boyfriend. although you never ha a hard time moving on, you are still a virgin, and you are proud to say that.

your mother always told you to have fun while you were young, and never to feel deprived of the little things like going to clubs, this way, you would settle down and never feel the need to go back to the party phase ever again when you’re married and have kids.

truth be told, you never thought about wanting kids. while every one of your friends spoke about their dream lives with kids, you never saw yourself with a child.

you never took dating in highschool seriously. no one does. you did it to have fun. this was because you were in a very abusive relationship early on your teenage days.

you were too young and naive to say anything when your then boyfriend would hit you, since he was much older than you, which was completely legal as you two weren’t doing anything sexual.

it started small, just loud screaming or he would get in front of your face. then, he would scream at you while holding your face in one of his hands tightly, which would leave red finger marks all over your cheeks. it didn’t take long till he fully hit you, grabbing your hair and banging it on the wood table.

it took you almost risking your life for your friends to find out what was happening and reporting him to the police.

the amount of head injury you took caused a lot of trauma, but you still pushed through and didn’t let it get to you. your friends often called you a ray of sunshine although you dress the opposite.

you would call yourself lucky. lucky that you found happiness in your job, that you weren’t stuck on a boring desk job. you were lucky to have started youtube.

your friends would tell you that you deserved the success and fame that youtube had brought you, to keep going and not to let your actual supporters down whenever the hate would come up.

then, quarantine started. which somehow made your channel grow even bigger. also, this meant that you had time to just do better in creating content.

one of your subscribers had commented about someone by the name of “corpse husband”.

you had never heard of this name before, which made you more curious, but you never looked into it.

corinna kopf, had brought you into the idea of streaming in your free time. and since you grew up playing minecraft, you started streaming your minecraft gameplays.

soon enough, you made new friends and was invited to play among us, a really popular game during quarantine.

there is where you found out who corpse husband actually is.

streaming, you joined the discord call. your facecam directly showing your face and your background being your newly cleaned bedroom.

“this is y/n, she makes one hell of an imposter,” corinna says to the rest of the people in the discord call.

you blushed, not expecting the attention when you just joined in.

felix, who goes by the name pewdipie introduces the rest of them to you.

“and corpse is here too, his name had been popping a lot up in your comment section.” felix said to you.

“actually, i was about to ask about that.” you replied. confused on why the rest of them were teasing you too.

“let’s just say, a certain deep voice man had been simping for you recently.” valkyrae told you.

“awh, that’s sweet, i’ve never had anyone simped for me before.” i said, smiling t myself.

it took approximately three seconds for your stream comments to be filled with “i simped for you way before he did.” or “i simped since you started your channel”

you laughed, you were expecting this.

“okay, i’m guilty of that.” the man itself said.

that was how your friendship started, which soon continued into a relationship.

you weren’t even sure how you were capable of finding such a man. he takes good care of you, making sure you ate your medicine at the right time. to which you would remind him to take his, too.

he’s a respectful man, always making sure he didn’t accidentally go above your boundaries.

before the both of you were official, you made sure he knew about your past trauma, that’s you were sensitive to a lot of noises. screaming, glasses breaking, even the sound of people clapping.

months go by and you both are going strong. you are usually at his house more than you are at your own. today was no exception.

you came back to corpse’ place after filming a video with another fellow youtuber. you didn’t have the best of days. the person you were collaborating with turned out to be a pretty creepy person.

he kept on asking you about personal thing like your sex life, although you’ve told him many times that you weren’t comfortable with talking about that.

behind the scenes too, he would try to come up to you and grab your waist. you left his house in anger and rush.

you left corpse’ apartment before sunrise and came back early enough for dinner.

you knew that he would be streaming today, and since he usually streams late, you weren’t rushing to make dinner.

you always had an issue with getting him to eat, but since you both are still in the “honeymoon period” of your relationship, it had still been tolerable.

you put your bags down on the couch as you start to make dinner, not going to shower in case corpse hasn’t ate anything today. you felt bad for leaving him alone for a long period of time.

you finished cooking and quickly cleaned up, making sure all the dishes are clean before you call on corpse to eat.

you stood in front of his steaming room, bracing yourself before asking him to eat. although he is a puppy inside and was only intimidating because of his voice, you couldn’t help but feel scared at times. it was your habit.

you knocked on the door softly twice, making sure you weren’t interrupting anything.

you didn’t hear anything from inside the room. you knocked a little louder since you thought maybe he hadn’t heard you.

you heard some clicking of keyboard keys. you assumed that he couldn’t hear you so you slowly opened the room door, making sure his stream couldn’t hear you just in case he was unmuted.

although you two have been together for almost a year, he had told you that he wasn’t ready for the public to know, not even your mutual friends. that did make you a little hurt but you brushed it off since you knew it was going to be worth it.

anything with him was worth it.

“hey.” you started, making sure not to startle him.

he put his hand up for you to see. you stopped in the middle of the room, scared that you messed something up.

corpse clicks one of his keyboards. he turns to you slightly, but not looking into your eyes. you found this a little weird but you pushed the thought at the back of your head.

“bub i made dinner, let’s eat.” you said to him.

“not hungry.” he replies.

you sighed. you knew this was going to happen.

“you always say this, but you need to eat.” you almost whined at him, practically begging him to eat.

“‘said i’m not hungry.” he replied to you again.

“even just a little, please eat.” you tried again.

“JUST STOP, I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU. I TOLD YOU I’M NOT HUNGRY.” corpse screams, while his left hand banged on his gaming table loudly.

you flinched, and slightly moved back. this brought you flashbacks to your highschool relationship.

“i’m sorry.” you said, voice soft that you weren’t even sure he could hear.

you left the room in a rush but still tried to get out quietly.

you could hear corpse continuing his steam. tears were now going down your cheeks as you walked in your shared bedroom.

you sat on the bed, with your legs folded to your chest as you have a mild panic attack.

soon, after almost an hour or two of just crying, you knew your anxiety wouldn’t calm unless you slept, not knowing what to do without someone else helping you calm down.

you laid in bed, tucking your legs into the duvet, almost cuddling into yourself. you felt extra drained with all the things that happened earlier. you soon fell asleep, crying.

you don’t often struggle with sleep, but when you do, it’s usually hard to take care of. these were one of those days.

you woke up only a couple of hours later, not even making it into the AM.

you sat on the bed, rethinking about what happened. although you were very tired and in need of sleep, your brain worked perfectly fine after that screaming fest.

you got up and stood in front of corpse’ streaming room, trying to listen in whatever is happening inside.

“i just need a little break for her, that’s all, i didn’t mean to lash out.” you heard him say.

he’s probably on the phone with someone.

“i don’t even think i want this relationship anymore. it’s just so hard, she has her problems too, i can’t handle mine and hers.” he continues.

you ceased all your movements. you were thinking of talking it out but now you weren’t so sure he even wanted that.

it took you approximately three seconds to think through what you should do.

you weren’t one to make rash decisions but you knew for sure that you just had to leave. for good.

you walked back into your shared bedroom and carefully and quietly packed all your things, making sure to not leave anything behind. lucky for you, you both hadn’t moved in together, you just spent your time here, more than your own apartment.

you quietly walked to the front door of his apartment, grabbing your car keys. you stood in front of the door, sighing.

this was it.

finally, you left his apartment.

CORPSE’S POV

“- handle mine and hers.” i said.

“you can’t say that, you know you appreciate her, she’s been there for you through all the major things, don’t be stupid over a small comment someone made about you guys.” sean, who i was on the phone with, told me.

i sighed.

“i know, but it just really messed my head up, you know.” i said to him.

“i get it, but don’t put the blame on her. it’s already bad that you lashed out on her after she made food for you.” sean said.

food. i’m kinda hungry now.

the conversation lasted for a couple more minutes before i told him i was hungry and needed to eat.

i walked out the streaming room, out to a weirdly cold living room. i brushed it off since it happens sometimes. maybe the heater broke.

it was oddly quiet in the apartment, so i assumed she fell asleep.

i walked into the kitchen to see two plates of food still sitting there, definitely untouched.

i glance at the place she usually hangs her keys.

it was gone. her shoes, gone.

i walk in the bedroom and open all the cabinets where her clothes are usually in. they’re gone.

shit.

YOUR POV

although it’s been a couple months since the whole “argument”, it never got better.

but you’ve always been a tough cookie, not showing other people your feelings. you had always been good at that.

valkyrae, one of your bestfriends, had made sure you were okay, knowing what went down.

she visited you often, making sure you were okay.

remember the same day the argument happened, you met up with a creepy youtuber for a collab? yeah, well, he went on social media to call you some derogatory words.

he even made a video saying you promised him sexual things after filming, which you couldn’t even believe came out of his mouth.

lucky for you, your supporters never ceased to amaze you. they knew you were not that type of person, and even made sure his platform was taken away from him.

that whole scandal wasn’t taking up your brain but corpse did. it seemed like he didn’t care at all. as if he was just waiting for the day you left his place for your own.

that took a while to get over, and you were sure that you aren’t 100% over it, hence why rae has been helping you all along.

only a couple weeks since the argument, you felt like you couldn’t stay in your apartment any longer. there was just too many memories of him in there.

again, you knew you were lucky in the sense that you had the financials to move.

this time, you moved to a house, since you needed a bigger space and you felt bad that every time your friends came over, they had to bunk in a small space you called your apartment.

rae and yourself got somehow super close with a lot of the offlinetv members. sykkuno, being one of them somehow clicked with you instantly after meeting.

he and rae helped you move your things from your apartment to your house.

it felt good saying that. house. not an apartment. not a place you pay rent anymore.

you tried to get over the corpse thing, but deep down you knew your love for him would never disappear. he was one of a kind. and although he says he has many problems, you found that special about him.

but what do you know. you can’t say much when feelings aren’t reciprocated. you understood that you were a handful but why did it have to hurt this bad.

“hey, stop thinking about him.” sykkuno says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“who?�� you asked, acting dumb.

“you know who, it doesn’t take a genius to know.” he answers you.

dang it, he caught it.

you looked at sykkuno. you couldn’t help but think about it at times. although you’ve settled in your new place for a while now, no more memories of him, you just couldn’t help it.

“come here.” sykkuno says, opening his arms out, reaching out to me.

you went to his side on the couch, engulfed in his arms. he understood you. that’s what you loved about your friends. they all understood you.

too busy cuddling up to sykkuno, you hadn’t heard a shutter of a camera from behind you.

valkyrae giggled silently, glad she got a photo of you two.

she posted it on her story, captioning it, “so proud of this girl right here for being so strong. also, aren’t these two so cute.”

you didn’t see the photo until after dinner, once all of you are on the couch, watching the voice.

“rae, what did you do?” you asked her when you saw your twitter blow up.

“i have no clue what you’re talking about.” she tells me, acting innocent.

i clicked on one of the photos on twitter that had been circulating. the moment i clicked on it, i saw a very familiar pair. sykkuno and i.

“very funny, rae.” i laughed along with her, showing sykkuno what i just saw.

you didn’t think much of it since you two are just friends but since you saw the amount of ‘ships’, you decided to post something on your instagram

“guys, come here, let’s take a photo.” you told them two.

you quickly snapped a photo. you made sure none of you look too crazy in the photo.

you posted the photo on your instagram and wrote “three friends, hanging out. they might kiss. they might :)”

you showed rae and sykkuno before you posted it.

sykkuno laughed before opening twitter and tweeting “they might kiss, they might.”

you saw his tweet from over his shoulder. you high-fived him for going with the joke.

obviously you two aren’t dating. if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t completely over corpse. you have admitted it to your two friends once in a confession night during a sleepover.

but you couldn’t lie that you had a very very small crush on sykkuno once. like come on, he’s just so wholesome and sweet, you couldn’t help yourself.

you were proud to say it too, he was your crush and he knew that. he is very proud to say that too.

since the breakup, you’ve had a pretty good life.

yes, you moved in a house that you had already fully paid for but other than that, you proud to say you got a new car, amazing house renovations, made a lot more new friends who support you endlessly and you even got a cat as a companion to fill the void you have for staying at such a big house.

CORPSE’S POV

i’ve been miserable ever since. i see her everywhere on the internet.

i know she has been better off without me. only an idiot couldn’t tell that. she made a lot of new friends, got a house, got a new car.

i’ve seen them all. vogue interviewed her. and apparently she can sing too and she’s been singing in a lot of shows.

it’s getting harder and harder to get her out of my head.

why was i that stupid. stupid enough to think i was better off without her.

now when i look at myself in the mirror i feel pathetic. dishes were left piling up in the kitchen, the beds are always unmade.

i took her for granted.

FLASHBACK

shit.

did she leave?

a part of me says that this was the easy way to let her go. letting her go without actually letting go.

i had been dreading to talk to her. but another part of me thinks i should go to her apartment and find her. discuss it with her.

without realizing, tears rush down my cheeks.

i wipe it quickly, not understanding my own feelings. why was i crying when i was the one who had wanted this in the first place?

NOW

i regret the time i didn’t rush to find her. i didn’t know what i was thinking. why would i make such a rash decision like then when i knew damn well how well she treated me.

why did i have to be such an ass?

i called sean that day. he scolded me for being so stupid. i agreed, but i still didn’t make an effort to find her.

now that she lives somewhere else, i’m regretting it. i can’t ask rae or sykkuno, knowing that i’d just get scolded yet again. they are her bestfriends afterall.

even since rae posted the pic of you and sykkuno in your living room, i felt jealous. but i had no right, not anymore.

then i saw your instagram story, then sykkuno’s tweet. have you moved on already?

was i too late?

you are happy now that i’m not. you are happy doing your own things, thriving and here i was, sitting on my bed, crying.

i remember not even a day after she left, there was a huge scandal which included her in it. i was heartbroken and stupid, not knowing what to do with the fact that she left that i believed that stupid youtuber.

sean called me an idiot, stupid enough to believe that she would do that to me when i damn well knew that she wasn’t that type of person.

i felt stupid now that i took her for granted, that i lost the chance to get her back into my arms.

but she’s happy now. and that’s all that matters. even if it’s in another guys’ arms.

PART 2

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k-writer1998 · 4 years

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Runaway

Prompt fic: runaway! felix x princess! y/n

fluff

w.c: 2.2k

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“What’s a princess doing climbing the palace wall? I’m pretty sure you have doors.”

The voice immediately registered in my mind and I rolled my eyes as I gave the voice’s owner a smile that matched his own toothy grin. His golden locks caught the sunlight making them stand out against his tanned skin.

“Doors are for people with permission to leave Felix. I, on the other hand, am running away unless you want to kidnap me instead.”

“Why are you like this? You ask me to kidnap you every time I see you, being kidnapped isn't something a princess should be asking for.”

In the distance, the sound of steps on cobblestone grew closer. After sharing a glance, I quickly grab Felix’s outreached hand as he pulls me into the tree he was perched on.

“We can discuss the finer details in town or you can watch me leave. Either way I don’t want to stay in the palace right now and the guards are coming,” I whispered.

Letting out a sigh he pulled me along and we completed our escape.We were talking as the town came into sight when Felix suddenly pulled up the hood of my cloak.. My lips tugged into a grateful smile as a soft thank you fell from my mouth. Felix was so much like a gentleman I almost forget he’s wanted, even the townspeople seemed to forget. The blacksmith Changbin and the stable boy Jisung, two of the fiercest villagers, along with the mayor’s son Hyunjin and the florist’s son Jeongin greet Felix as if they were best friends.

“How is it that you are a wanted criminal yet the town treats you like royalty?”

“Huh, what? Royalty? What? Why would you say that?”

“Because everyone loves you even when your wanted poster is hanging right here?”

Coincidentally we walked past the town notice board where the poster in question hung. I’ve never heard father talk about it but suddenly one day it was there so I never caught wind of what exactly Felix did to become wanted. There were rumors, but they are far too vast and many don't match the boy I've grown to know.

"It's probably because the poster looks nothing like me."

"Felix… they have you down to the freckles."

"Oh! Do you smell that? It seems the bakery just finished a fresh batch."

It was always like this, Felix avoids topics about the poster and about his life. He’s never around long enough for me to figure out anyways. I've hinted at his past a few times but he always seemed to find a way around it. My eyes followed the movement of the boy as he happily spoke with the baker's son, Seungmin. He has a friendly disposition and a smile that’s like a burst of serotonin but the way he carries himself is almost… regal. I’ve observed him over the span of a few months and the more I learn the more mystery surrounds him. One thing is certain though he’s good at hiding what he wants to keep hidden. Soon Felix exited the shop with a single loaf of bread looking pleased with himself as he broke me half. Starting our stroll once again, I silently followed Felix’s lead, still stuck in my earlier thought, as I picked at my bread until his velvet voice broke me from my thoughts.

“So are you gonna tell me about these “finer details” you mentioned earlier?”

“Ugh…” I sigh as I give him a side eye he returns with a patient smile, “My coronation is coming up soon and one of the traditions is announcing my engagement, the only problem is I don’t have a fiancé.”

“I’m assuming the king has tried to find you one and you’ve refused them all?”

“Well father calls it “scaring them off” but besides the point. The problem lies with time. It’s decided the next suitor will be my fiancé, there just isn’t any more time in this matter.”

Minus a few furrowed brows, Felix was actually taking this better than I thought. Not many outsiders understand the workings of royal society. He took a moment as he weighed over his next question before he asked.

“So are you really running away?”

“Although I do joke with you to kidnap me, I do know better you know. It’s for the future of my country and as crown princess I have to make choices others don’t,” I smiled.

What more could I do? There would be no gain from revealing my true feelings anyways. Felix seemed lost in thought, most likely trying to process all of this so after a moment I gave him a little nudge. He turned to me with a smile and his eyes seemed to soften. Usually I would hate a look like that from anyone, but just for today and because it was Felix, I took it.

“C’mon don’t be a downer, there is still half a day’s adventure waiting for us.”

We went back on the main street looking about the shops and even played a bit with the children in town. Before we headed back our final stop was Minho’s restaurant. The food was amazing but I expected nothing less from the palace cook’s son. Felix excused himself for a moment, leaving me to my thoughts. I can’t explain it but the air around him has changed.

“You like him don’t you?”

“OH- shouldn’t you be in the kitchen?” I gasp as I look at Minho sitting in Felix’s seat.

“Yes but I am the owner so I can do what I want and you never answered my question.”

“Wipe that cheeky smile off. Being my childhood friend doesn’t mean you know me,” I huff.

“That’s not why I asked but also another valid point. I’ve seen lots of people come through my restaurant y/n, I can tell when someone has a crush.”

“Well whatever the case it doesn’t matter anyways. Didn’t your mom tell you what’s been going on in the palace lately?”

“You may not think it matters but who knows, maybe it matters enough to change something.”

Before I could argue with him, he ran back to the kitchen with a mysterious smile and moments later Felix came back. After dinner we had to start the unavoidable walk back to the palace. Once the front gates were coming into sight, Felix pulled me to a halt. I knew he wouldn’t be able to walk me all the way back but he was never one for goodbyes. He would usually disappear and I wouldn't notice until moments later. Why the sudden change in habit? There was a careful look on his face and it made me nervous, it was rare to see him so serious and a first during goodbye.

"Hey, don't be like this. It almost makes me want to really run away with you," I tried joking.

“Can I ask you something?”

“By all means.”

“If I was a prince would I pass your test?”

“Felix you are one of the few people willing to put up with my temperament and can easily keep up with me. If you were a prince you would be my first pick.”

I wasn’t going to speak my true feelings but with that expectant look on his face, I couldn’t help but be honest. Although this parting weighed on me the more we extended this goodbye, he looked content with my answer. Not wanting to be the only one thrown off, I emptied my mind and let instinct take over. Pulling him down, I kissed his cheek before running off to the main gate. It wasn’t until the guards were escorting me back into the palace did I dare to look back and of course there was no trace of him… Being scolded in the study made me realize, I may have accepted my fate but it didn’t mean I wouldn’t be petty about it.

“You know, have you ever thought as to why I’ve rejected every suitor you brought forth? They’ve either belittled my intelligence or overestimated their power in this union.”

“My daughter, you're my everything! I’ve handpicked the most suitable of the royals for you. You are being too critical on these princes.”

“Wow, didn’t know that’s how ‘I’m sorry’ sounds these days.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry… I truly am but you know you are running out of time, we cannot delay anymore.”

“You only care that I’m crowned, not taking into account that I will have to entrust our kingdom to whatever prick comes next let alone live with him.”

“Y/n please-”

“Don’t worry father, I’ve come to terms with this decision. I will have a fiancé by the end of the month. I’m tired from my outing, I will return to my chambers now.”

Aside from my head hurting from that conversation with my father, my mind couldn’t help but worry about Felix. Ever since telling him I was to be engaged soon, he seemed… off for the rest of the day. Through the next few weeks of preparations, meetings, and dress fittings Felix has yet to leave my mind. It’s normal for him to disappear for periods of time but there was something final about our last goodbye and it doesn’t settle well with me.

“Princess?”

“Sorry, I got distracted by the beautiful flowers. I’ve had little time to enjoy the garden like this recently.”

I smiled at the prince beside me as I internally sighed. Curse my stupid heart for making this harder than it already is. The fourth prince of the Western Valley, although born so far down the succession line he is still ambitious yet seems to overestimate his own intelligence compared to his competitors.

“You must be uncomfortable. Although eloquent with your words, very few have expressed your desire to be here.”

“We never spoke much so I’m a bit awkward, even more so with this strange setting.”

“Strange? I thought it to be normal for royals to get married for political reasons.”

“Ah, yes. That it is true… that is what this is,” I reply flatly.

“Princess y/n that doesn’t mean we cannot grow to love each other. I will be a competent hus-”

Typical how boring.

“Let’s be frank. You are no more interested in me than you are in the flowers here. What you’re interested in are the benefits gained from this union. I am aware of most situations going on in other kingdoms along with my own. You seem to have underestimated my intelligence if you think I don’t know your true motives.”

“Princess you are overstepping,” he growled as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close enough to hiss in my ear, “regardless of how you may feel towards me you have no say but agree, isn’t that right?”

“I advise you to unhand me at once. You may be my only option but with this kind of behavior I would rather marry a pig,” I spat.

His grip began to burn as I struggled against it but no sooner was it there that it was ripped from my arm. Between prince Jacob and I stood none other than the boy that has plagued my mind. While still holding onto Jacob’s arm, he grabbed my hand and moved me behind him defensively. He seemed different, there was an air of authority around him and a fierceness I’ve never seen before.

“Hope I’m not late, princess.”

“What a no good second prince like you doing here?”

“I could ask the same to a little fourth prince like you.”

Prince? What is he on about? The two boys glared at each other, neither relenting in this power struggle although it was blatantly obvious who had the upper hand here. It wasn’t until I heard Father’s voice booming from the archway did Felix let go and take a step back.

“What is the meaning of this?!”

“I’m Prince Felix, second prince of the Southern Isles, and I’ve come to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

“What insolence-”

“I accept!” I cut my father off. He sputters at me and I roll my eyes, “You should have no reason to reject father. I have a fiancé, as promised, and it’s one I’ve chosen for myself.”

Father nearly faints into his advisor’s arms at my response as prince Jacob storms off in embarrassment. Although this will cause quite a political uproar my only focus is the boy standing next to me with his sunny smile and adorable freckles I know and love.

“If you’re a prince why have I never bumped into you before?”

“I always left those political events to my older brother crown prince Chan.”

“Well now that you’re my fiancé you better get used to those events,” I laugh before adding, “Are there any other big secrets you wanna tell me since apparently everything is coming out now?”

“Hmmm, being a prince is the only big one,” he teased.

“Then how about we start small, like your wanted poster?”

“My father doesn’t appreciate that I like to travel so he notified all the neighboring kingdoms to keep an eye out for me.”

“So I’m guessing you run away often?”

“I did but recently whenever I ran I always somehow ended up here,” he answered cheekily as he stepped closer to me.

“Well now that you’ve admitted you enjoy your time here, I’m not letting you go anymore,” I respond as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Lucky me.”

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veryberrybrenda · 4 years

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Abyss

Pairing: Adam x Lucia

Summary: The Detective, Adam, and Felix track a rouge siren to an abandoned dock that wasn’t abandoned after all.

Notes: Day 3 of Wayhaven Week 2020 from @otomefandomevents

Everything about this place felt wrong - unnatural. There should be seagulls squawking nearby, happily eating away at their new catch, but all Lucia could hear was the sound of the thundering waves crashing violently against the decaying wood of the once busy dock. The cloudy, grey sky prevented the light from penetrating the waves causing it to appear dark and murky. Perfect place for a siren to hide in, she thought while nervously inspecting the rough waters. She expected a creature to jump out and drag her underneath the waves at any given second - something that isn’t an uncommon occurrence anymore due to her blood.

The thought of dying was never far from her mind. Death always fascinated Lucia, which was partially the reason why her and Verda were so close. Nothing like discussing possible methods of murder as a perfect bonding moment.

Although she had experienced her fair share of close encounters with death, she never realized just how close she was to it. Separating her and the waters below that threaten to swallow her was two feet of rotten wood. She could almost imagine what it would feel like when her body hit the water. It would most likely be cold and the shock would have her instinctively gasping, but instead of a mouthful of air, water would fill her lungs, slowly suffocating her as she sank further below. Lucia considered drowning as the worst possible way to die, right behind being burned alive.

She was so absorbed in her morbid thoughts that she failed to notice a figure silently approach her, footsteps quiet from centuries of practice, coming to stand beside her.

“You shouldn’t be so close to the water. You could drown.” The words were said with such a curt tone that had Lucia debating if he was actually worried about her or if he was annoyed at her habit of dancing with death, or maybe both.

She turned her body to face him, plastering her usual smile to hide her unsettled nerves. “Lucky for me, I have Commanding Agent Du Mortain with me in case I slip.”

Adam lips thinned into a frown. “You shouldn’t say things like that when we’re on a mission where that could be a possibility.”

“I didn’t think you were the superstitious type,” Lucia replied with a chuckle.

Adam closed the gap between them, leaving only a few inches between their bodies. “I’m not, but I won’t take any risk when it comes to you,” Adam said with such determination that made his emerald eyes glow in the dreary atmosphere.

Lucia reached out to grasp the pale hand that was so close - yet at the same time, so far. Adam’s eyes widen, pupils blown when he realized what she was doing, not an unusual reaction from him. He whipped around, grey coat slapping out at her hand, before stomping away to investigate a nearby storage building.

Releasing a sigh, Lucia had grown used to his withdrawals, but it didn’t make the hurt any less. She made her way over to Felix, who she hoped was having more luck tracking the siren than she was.

Stupid. You fool.

Adam hated himself the moment those words left his mouth. He hated how, no matter how hard he tries, the Detective always manages to lower his guard. The way she coaxes emotions out of Adam that have been numb to him for centuries.

Why can’t she just give up already. I have no feelings for her. I’m only here to protect her.

Deep down, he knew they’re total lies, but right now, they offered him reassurance. Reassurance that the detective would be safe – from the supernatural world – and from him.

Focus, he told himself, hands shoved deep in his thick woolen coat that barely protected him from the sudden chill that swept through the air. They were here on a mission to track a rouge siren responsible for ten known disappearances. Nate and Mason have gone to investigate another lead at a nearby cove, while Felix and him went with the Detective to investigate the abandoned dock.

It’s no coincidence that Adam always pairs the Detective with him and Felix. Felix is the fastest on the team and can easily pull the Detective to safety while Adam neutralizes the threat. That’s what he keeps telling himself, but the real reason that he, himself, has not yet realized is that it hurts to be away from Lucia. His mind races with endless scenarios where she is hurt, and he isn’t there to save her.

He shoves these thoughts aside once again as he unlocks the metal door of the storage building. Rust clings to his fingers and by the looks of it, also threatens to bring down the whole building with one wrong move. Cautiously, he enters the dark space, all senses on full alert. His steps are calculated, making sure not to cause any noise that will alert the suspect of his location. He surveys the empty shelves that once housed frozen fish, the smell of it making him gag, but he suppresses it, just like he does with everything else.

Adam does a quick run through of the whole building, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. Just as he is about to exit, a new scent causes fear to prickle on his overly sensitive skin. Taking a deep breath, he sniffs again to make sure that he isn’t mistaken, but there is no mistaking it this time.

The smell is siren.

Before he could rush out, the door suddenly slams shut, plunging the room into complete darkness. Adam tries pushing the door with all his strength, but the only sign of his resistance is a loud creak.

He calmly strikes at the rusted parts of the door, hoping that it will eventually break. He refuses to allow fear to riddle his mind, causing unwanted mistakes.

His sensitive ears suddenly pick up a chorus of screams that has his blood running cold.

They’re Felix and Lucia’s. That means…NO!

His strikes become frantic as adrenaline pumps through his veins. He can no longer hold back the fear that had been building up ever since he heard their screams.

The all too familiar tentacles of fear are now taking their hold on Adam’s mind.

It had been only a minute, but has felt like an hour to Adam, when the door finally comes flying off its hinges. Emerging from its depths is a fear-stricken Adam.

The moment the siren jumped out at Felix, Lucia screamed, a loud blood curdling scream. One that she hoped Adam would hear. He would come running, taking down the siren and all would be alright again, but he never came.

The siren was a woman, almost as tall as Nate and absolutely terrifying. Scales covered the entire length of her body, gleaming in the low light, while her smile revealed rows of knife sharp teeth that could easily rip Lucia’s arm off with one bite.

Felix was quick, but no match for a siren with a spear that she used to stab into his leg, pinning him to the cement. A painful scream left him as he fell. Once on the ground, she knocked him out with a single kick, his head lolling to the side. All of this happened, in a blur before Lucia could even unholster her stun gun.

She knew that she was no match for a siren, but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t go down without a fight. The siren stared at her with a bloodthirsty grin that would normally have Lucia cowering in fear, but the feel of her gun beneath her fingers helped her summon an ounce of courage.

No one dared to make the first move or maybe the siren was daring her to make the first move. In one quick motion, she unholstered the gun and fired. The action was met with a deep chuckling from the siren.

Fuck, she missed.

“You have to do better than that, human,” the women hissed. Pure insult dripped from her words and it only made Lucia’s blood boil.

“And you have to do better than that to scare me,” Lucia replied back, not holding back her sarcasm.

As the siren rushed forward, she fired all her shots in rapid succession, hoping that at least one hit and to her surprise, one does. The woman drops like a ragdoll to the ground, head hitting the concrete with a loud thump.

What the hell? Did I just take down a siren?

Shock and happiness flash on her face as she basks in the moment, but her guard quickly returns when she hears footsteps pounding behind her. Raising her gun, she whips around to see a familiar face, worry lining his features.

“Adam!” She holsters her gun and runs towards him.

He meets her halfway and she embraces him in a tight hug, not pulling away from her this time. She lets his overpowering scent wash over her before she reluctantly has to pull away. Worry knitted her brows as she takes in the sight of Felix lying limply on the ground, a pool of blood accumulating beneath his injured leg.

Lucia kneels down to check his pulse, which to her relief, is strong. Meanwhile, Adam inspects the spear embedded in Felix’s leg. He takes a deep breath before firmly gripping the spear with both hands and yanking it out with one swift motion, blood spraying on his grey coat.

Her worries start to dissolve when she sees the wound slowly, but surely, mend itself.

Being a vampire sure has its advantages.

“Are you alright?” The question pulls her out of her trance, and she stares dumbfoundedly at Adam, slowly processing his question.

“No one died,” she replied with a shrug.

He narrowed his green eyes. “That’s not what I asked.” His gaze softening when she peels her eyes away from Adam down to Felix, eyes glossy.

“Felix could’ve died today.” Her arms wrap around herself, making her small frame seem so much smaller.

“But he didn’t because of you,” Adam said, eyes gesturing to the unconscious siren behind her.

“I…was so scared Adam.” Her voice cracking as she tucked her knees to her chest.

Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight embrace. Her body fit into his like a puzzle piece. He ran his hands soothingly over her back, calming her trembling.

She took a few deep breaths before whispering, “Thank you, Adam.” Her voice was so quiet - so quiet that if he didn’t have vampire hearing, it may have been lost to the wind.

“I- “. Adam never got to finish what he was about to say as a thrown knife became embedded in his side, crimson further staining his grey coat. A grunt escaped from his lips as he kneeled over, face scrunched in pain.

Lucia was in a mid-scream when a new male siren appeared, razor-sharp knife to her throat. “Do what I say, or she gets it!” He growls. Lucia’s eyes were wide with fear.

“Okay,” Adam hissed as he yanked the bloody knife from his side, letting it fall to the ground. “Just please don’t hurt her,” desperation in his voice.

Lucia never thought she would see the day that Adam Du Mortain surrendered. She always thought his ego was too big for that.

The siren was about to say something when the sound of footsteps approached. The siren bolted and so does Adam.

Lucia didn’t even get a chance to take one last breath before she hit the freezing water, the siren’s scaly hands locked on her wrist, dragging her further down into the abyss.

Fuck, so this is how I’m going out.

She tried to break free from the siren’s stone grip, but it only made him swim faster. Her need for air was now overwhelming her. It burned her lungs. Dark spots threatened to overtake her vision as her kicking became weaker.

I’m sorry.

That was her last thought before her eyes closed shut and she completely succumbed to the abyss.

She has to be alright. She just has to.

These thoughts clung to Adam as he began CPR. The rest of the team watched in silence as tears cascaded down Adam’s pale cheek. They could all hear the thundering of his heart and the way his breath hitched during the chest compressions.

“WAKE UP LUC. I COMMAND YOU TO!” Adam screamed, voice raw with emotions that he had tried so hard to suppress ever since he walked into Lucia’s office.

Everything around Adam faded. He could no longer hear the crashing of the waves or the howling wind. All that mattered was hearing the sound of Lucia’s voice, her sweet voice that stuck to his ears like honey, echoing through his mind all day long. He would do anything to hear that voice again.

He deeply inhaled, lips crashing down onto hers, air filling her mouth, but yet she still laid unmoving. He went back to chest compressions, tears blurring his vision. “Please wake up...I…love you,” he howled, voice choking with sobs. “I SAID IT, SO WHY WON’T YOU WAKE UP!” Rage was exploding like a volcano from Adam. He was angry at the world for taking away the only good thing in his 900 years of living.

You can’t be gone. We were supposed to have more time.

As if Lucia heard his heartfelt cries, she jolted awake, coughing up mouthfuls of water. Adam held her head in his lap as her coughs continued. Once they subsided, he gazed deeply into those bottomless black eyes with a wide, unguarded smile plastered on his face.

“I… never knew you had dimples,” the detective croaked, voice still hoarse. She reached out a hand, caressing the newly discovered dimples.

“That’s because I saved them for you.” A carefree laugh left his lips that had Lucia smiling too.

#wayhaven week 2020 #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #adam du mortain #siren #i made myself sad #you finally confessed #it only took a near death experience

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Pet cafe Worker!Felix

Tattoo artist au. Blog’s masterlist.

First member of the Pet Cafe Workers!Series

Warnings: smut, nsfw

-You don't know why did you allow your friend to take you out.

-But there you are walking around.

-You don't even know where you're going.

-'Omg, could you at least be happy to see me?'-Your friend asks.

-'I am. I just hate you took me out of my house'.

-'C'mon you'll like this new place'

-You sigh as your only answer.

-'Here it is'. They say.

-You look at the place and then back at your friend.

-'A dog cafe?'

-'Don't you like it?'

-'Ugh, I actually love it, I kinda hate you for being right. Don't you hate dogs tho?'.

-'Whaaat? No way. Let's go in already.'

-You look at them with a confused face. You'd swear they told you once about a dog biting them and that's why they don't like dogs.

-But anyways.

-You go in and first thing you see is a huge brown dog that runs towards you.

-'Hiii' You say, petting him.

-'Omg'. Your friend is hiding behind you.

-You look at them. 'Omg, I knew it. You are scared.'

-'No, I'm not. Shut up. I love dogs.' They try petting them and the dogs barks.

-Your friend shouts and you laugh.

-'He's just happy to see us. Don't be afraid'.

-They laugh uneasily.

-'Seriously tho, did we come here just because I love dogs? You didn't need to'.

-Well, turns out your friend genuinely wanted to make you happy.

-But also wanted to see the cute boys working there.

-Can't blame them tho.

-Cause those guys are freaking cute.

-Anyways, your friend gets tired of being around dogs at some point.

-But you just discovered a place you actually like to go.

-So every now and then.

-You save some money to go there and buy the dogs some treats.

-You just lie on the floor and let the dogs lie besides you.

-Sometimes this guy, 'Felix' comes around to ask if you're okay.

-You look at him and ask back why wouldn't you be.

-Every time the same.

-You wonder if he does it on purpose.

-Maybe he has to make sure you're fine cause it's part of his job.

-One day while you are there you notice one of the dogs is gone.

-So you ask 'Minho', one of the other guys, why is the dog gone.

-'Someone adopted him' He says, as he cleans up one of the tables.

-You're sad now.

-Happy cause the dog has a new family.

-But sad you won't be able to see him again.

-So there you are sitting on the floor.

-With a blank stare.

-Surrounded by dogs.

-Then this guy, Felix, squats right in front of you.

-'What's wrong?' He asks.

-You've never seen his freckles so close before.

-You tell him what's wrong.

-He smiles at you sweetely.

-'I see'.

-'What if someday they're all gone?' You ask him.

-'Yeah, you're right' He says. 'That'll be sad'.

-That doesn't help at all.

-'But, there will be new dogs. And the ones who got adopted will never forget about you'.

-That helps a little.

-'Is it part of your job to come and check on me?' You ask directly.

-He blushes and put two of his fingers on the side of his neck.

-Which you find kinda strange.

-'I-I guess it is'. He says. 'Gotta go now'.

-You don't think much about it.

-A couple months passes.

-You don't know why but you look at Felix more than the dogs now.

-Like you can't even control it.

-You're just chilling with the pets.

-And then suddenly your eyes are on Felix.

-Let's be honest he's pretty hot.

-Sometimes he catches you staring.

-Like a lot of the times actually.

-And he does that thing again to his neck.

-You like how he takes care of the dogs.

-His voice is so deep but he's so sweet.

-He just dropped the treats and all the dogs are running towards him.

-You're smiling like an idiot now.

-Seeing how he cutely tries to pick up the treats before they eat them.

-And Minho is mad.

-Felix is panicking.

-For some reason that makes him just more adorable.

-Then you realize.

-Holy fuck.

-You like him.

-This is terrible.

-He's so cute.

-You're just a walking mess.

-Fuck.

-It has been two minutes.

-But you already decided to try and forget about him.

-Now Seungmin, the manager is naggin about what happened.

-And Felix is just sitting with his head down.

-You laugh to yourself and go talk to him.

-'Are you okay' You ask, unable to restrain a little laugh.

-'Did you see that?'

-You laugh again. 'Yeah'.

-He sighs. 'I'm just a walking mess'

-'Nah, you're not'

-How can he feel like a walking mess? He’s fucking perfect.

-He sighs again.

-'Hey, don't be sad okay? You're pretty good at your job. The dogs like you'.

-'I like them too'.

-You chuckle. 'Right?'

-'Yeah. Thanks' He says, standing up.

-You smile at him and go back to your table.

-A while later he appears with a drink. 'That's on me'.

-'Why?'

-'For cheering me up'.

-'Ah, thanks. But you also cheer me up a lot of times'.

-'Do I?'

-You nod and he smiles.

-You don't come back to the cafe for a couple weeks.

-Mainly you have some stuff to do but also you wanna try and forget about Felix.

-And you think your plan has been successful.

-But then you see him again.

-And your heart skips a beat.

-Now it's worse than before.

-HOW CAN IT BE WORSE.

-asafdsdfagag

-NOW YOU'RE EVEN THINKING ABOUT NASTY STUFF.

-Anyways, you just sit there.

-He dropped the register's key and squats to grab it.

-You tilt your head as you watch him.

-Damn those thighs.

-You shake your head to try and get ride of those thoughts.

-It doesn't work at all tho.

-Right now you're just thankful you can't see his crotch cause the apron.

-You try and focus on the dogs.

-Then he comes to take your order.

-'Hi' He says.

-Your heart beating faster.

-'Hi'.

-'Haven't seen you in weeks'

-'Yeah, I had some stuff to do. But here I am with these babies.' You pet the dogs around you.

-'Would you go on a date with me?'

-Wait.

-What?

-'Hah' That's it, that's the only sound you make.

-He's doing that thing to his neck once again.

-'What did you just said?' You ask him.

-'Sorry, I've been wanting to ask you for a long time'

-You tilt your head to a side like a puppy again.

-'Ah, seriously. I'm sorry but I really wanna date you and I was afraid you may not be comming back again in a long time so I had to ask.'

-'Why would you wanna date me???'

-'Why? You're so sweet and cute to the dogs and to me, why wouldn't I?'

-'Just say yes'. Seungmin is shouting at you from the cash register.

-You nod at Felix and he smiles shyly.

-You meet him later that night.

-But you don't do a lot on that date.

-Just walk around and you know, get to know eachother better.

-He's so nice.

-Actually he's pretty shy.

-He says he use to get nervous when people talk to him.

-That's why he does that thing with his neck.

-He tries to check his pulse like that.

-So there's no kiss on the first date.

-On the second one tho he grabs your hand while he walks you home.

-You wait for your kiss again.

-But then you remember he's shy.

-So you kiss him.

-And he's so happy after you do.

-On the third date you just stay home watching movies.

-You sit on his lap and kiss him again for hours.

-You keep seeing him on the cafe btw.

-And on the fourth date he stays the night.

-You can feel him getting hard as you straddle him in bed.

-You kiss his neck softly.

-He smells so good.

-You ask him if he wants to go further and he nods.

-So you give him a last kiss and go take his joggers off.

-Exposing his hard cock.

-He covers his face with his hands.

-And you chuckle at how cute he is.

-Then you lick the precum of his pretty pink tip.

-Making him shiver.

-You use your hand to help you out as you start blowing him.

-He sighs, and whines.

-And little by little his hands fall to the mattress.

-So you can see his face again when you look up.

-You can feel him getting even harder as you do so.

-His hands grasping on the bed sheets as you deepthroat him.

-He let's out a little whine letting you know he's reaching his high.

-You release him and watch him cum all over you.

-He has to catch his breath back but still he pulls from you to kiss you.

-He flips you over so you're in the bottom now and he starts kissing you again.

-His hands carressing your inner thigh.

-And you open your legs for him.

-His fingers traveling to your panties.

-He rubs your clit without taking them off till he can feel your wetness through them.

-Then he takes them off and keep rubbing.

-The feeling of his fingers and your own fluids.

-You arch your back as he introduces one of his fingers inside you.

-But he keeps rubbing your clit with his palm at the same time.

-You're loosing it right now.

-'Felix' you moan out as he watches you squirm in pleasure.

-'Yes, baby? He says, with that voice of his. 'Did you want something?'

-'I...Want you...To... f-fuck me...' You manage to say.

-He smiles to himself and gives you a little peck. 'Of course my love.' He says.

-Then he makes himself some space between your legs.

-He enters you slowly letting you feel all of his lenght.

-Then start pounding into you till he gets to a very nice pace.

-Your nails sinking on his back.

-He hisses as you do that.

-But he likes it.

-Your moans growing as your orgasm starts to build up.

-He cums before you do filling you entirely.

-But you're so close he just keeps going till you do too.

-A lot of lazy kisses and cuddling for the rest of the night.

-He's not that shy anymore after all that.

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bangtansshi-blog1 · 6 years

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Felix Culpa [pt.i]

Felix Culpa. Latin. ‘’Happy Fault’’

Pairing: Jimin x Jungkook. Also appearance of other members. Warning: Mental illness, Mental disorder, Depression, Suicide, killing, Death and many more. Please read at your own risk. If you are uncomfortable with any of the things mentioned above then refrain yourself from reading. You have been warned! Genre: mental hospital jikook au maybe? T^T angst and little bit fluff too! Words: 10.5K Summary: Read Here Author’s note: ah i tried my best. There might be some mistakes. please forgive me as i dont have anyone to proof read it for me except for myself. i tried my best. i will keep trying my best T^T pt.ii (coming soon)

It was 10 in the morning. The room was already filled with day light, making the white color of the room more vibrant than any other time of the day. Everything was white with a little touch of silver here and there. The lack of furniture makes it hard to accept the feeling of being at home, even though he was reminded few times to make it his new home. He can’t get himself to do it even after spending last 6 months trapped in here.

Park Jimin, 22, not so tall, skinny, black haired who is currently sitting on his bed, legs sprawled out ungracefully, hands between his thighs, relaxing. He isn’t thinking of anything; his mind was blank which is his way of relaxing. Several people have told him for time being that he can’t never be free from thoughts and he should never. They say it will have a negative impact on his mental health. He doesn’t care; he needs to do selfcare once or twice.

The door suddenly opens revealing a very familiar face of the nurse who does frequent checking on Jimin. Her name was Syunghi, she was lovely and pretty. She looks around the room. The white, vibrant room which only has three furniture; a bed, a bedside table with 3 drawers and an easy chair. The room itself has 2 doors; one to exit the room and one for a bathroom which is unfortunately always locked unless Jimin calls a nurse or assistance informing them of his natural occurrence and needs. It has a medium sized window with grills, strong metal grills. No balcony. The room was quite unpleasant and too bright. Jimin never liked it here. He wishes he was in one of those rooms which had two or more people. But they say he was privileged to get this one.

‘’Everything’s okay? Do you need something?’’ Syunghi asks Jimin, the boy who was sitting on the white bed, legs sprawled and hands between his thighs.

‘’Another pillow will make it tolerable.’’ For the unlimited times Jimin has successfully mention to her the same thing. He needed a pillow. its not like he didn’t have any. He has one which is stitched to the bed; only there to support his head for sleeping. He needed another one, to hug when he sleeps.

‘’I wish I could provide you with one.’’ Syunghi replies.’’ Anything else do you need or want to tell me before I leave?’’

There was a long pause.

‘’Maybe a kiss on my lips to make me feel better.’’ Jimin says cheekily with a onesided smirk.

‘’that’s for your future wife to do.’’ With that Syunghi starts to leave the room.

‘’Who’s doing my consultation today?’’ a useless question to ask.

‘’As always, Professor Kim Seokjin.’’ She closes the door behind her.

Jimin finally shifts his position. He is already feeling tired, tired of meeting that same person, Doc Jin. That’s what he calls him. He was a tall, handsome guy; very famous doctor around the town. Jimin was lucky enough to be consulted under him or that’s what they say. ‘Be always thankful to your parents.’

Jimin finally gets down from the bed; feet hitting the cold white tiles. He slowly walks to the window and looks outside. He could see quite a few people on the lawn behind the building, known as M1. There are other patients; talking to their nurses, walking or sitting by themselves and some other just doing weird things like trying to find something on the ground or looking straight up to the sky. Jimin takes a deep sigh. How did he get himself in here!

Jimin proceeds to open the window; as soon as he does a chilly breeze hits his face making a shiver run down from his spine. He is reminded that it is the very last week of November, the end of Autumn. Winter is on its way. A small smile forms on his face as he closes his eyes taking a deep breath. He swears he was inhaling the environment.

A flashback from last winter hits him. It was Christmas time; he was happy, his family was happy or he likes to think they were. They were unwrapping they gifts on their living room. When suddenly there was a knock on their door. Jimin still could feel the excitement he felt hearing the bell. He thought it was his friend, his best friend. But to his dismay it was one of his younger brother’s classmate; was there to give him his Christmas gift. Jimin looked at his presents; counted it was 5. Then his eyes went to Jihyun’s presents; they were counted 11. He was too old for this stuff but his age couldn’t stop him from feeling the tangible jealousy which immediately turns into sadness as he was reminded of his supposed best friend who forgot to send him any present.

There’s that nuisance again; he felt like vomiting out his guts as tears starts to form. He couldn’t believe this, this couldn’t be happen-

A touch on his shoulder brings Jimin back to reality; he is taken a back and scared of the sudden disturbance. It is another nurse, this time a male who is having a very concerned look on this face.

‘’Are you okay?’’ The same question. Jimin nods his head as a yes.

‘’You’re crying.’’

‘’huh?’’

Taehyuk, the male nurse points at Jimin’s cheeks which are indeed soaked with tears. Jimin hurriedly wipes them off.

‘’Your meds are ready. You need to take them quickly. Professor Kim is already here. Your visit will start in 15 mins.’’ He says as he starts to close the window.

Jimin reluctantly walks towards his bedside table. Taking the pills on his tiny hands he gulps them down one by one. No objection.

As Jimin looks at Taehyuk to indicate that he is done with the meds, Taehyuk was already leaving the room with the smalls medicine container.

‘’Wear your shoes quickly. We are leaving in a minute.’’

‘’I’m not a baby you know.’’ Jimin tells the male nurse.

‘’Yeah I know.’’

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15 minutes later Jimin found himself sitting on one of those concrete stools that were on the lawn of M1 area behind the building. He is looking at a woman who is on her wheelchair talking to a bird which was up on his maple tree.

He is waiting for Doc Jin, he is supposed to be here any minutes now.

The weather is too nice, Jimin wishes he could fall asleep under the sky. He knows his feeling won’t remain the same once winter is here. He rubs his palms on his face; soaking his eyes in the warmth of his hands. He bends his head down to look at his feet. From the stool, his feet made it to the ground, he was grateful.

As he looks up, something caught his eyes. He is looking at the same direction as woman sitting on the wheelchair. But what has caught his eyes is far behind her.

There is a figure; a figure of a boy. Jimin is sure the figure is new here. He doesn’t remember someone like him of his 6 months here. The boy is tall he has to say, slim body, wearing the same cloths as Jimin, which means he is also a patient. The boy is walking around, he is kicking something on the ground and looking around once in a while. He is probably new here, Jimin thinks.

‘’uhm, Sorry to bother you.’’ A sudden voice pushes jimin off from his trance. He immediately takes his eyes off from the newly boy and looks at a very familiar face of Doc Jin. Jimin doesn’t reply him though.

‘’How are you doing?’’ Same question again as Doctor Kim Seokjin sits beside Jimin with his coffee cup.

‘’Fine.’’ Jimin replies.

Seokjin was pretty sure he won’t get a how are you back from jimin but-

‘’How are you?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’I’m quite fine. Thank you Jimin!’’ Jimin nods.

Jimin again looks behind the woman on wheelchair. He can’t see the boy anymore.

‘’The good news is, our session is going to end early today.’’ Seokjin says as he tries his best to make it sound a happy announcement.

‘’Is that so?’’ Jimin replies as he let out a feigned chuckle.

‘’Yup.’’ Seokjin replied with a sigh.

‘’Why so?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’Hm?’’

‘’Why are you ending today so soon, Doc Jin? Don’t you want to delve inside my brain? Or are you finally tired of denying the true traits of Park Jimin?’’ Jimin questions him in a low tone.

Seokjin lets out a chuckle, a very normal one. ‘’No Jimin! I have a function to attend today. That’s why I need to leave early.’’

‘’oh!’’ That’s all Jimin said.

‘’And you need to understand and remember that I’m here to help you. To understand you. To make you live a normal life. To help you. You don’t need to feel-‘’

‘’I know. You have told me this many time already now.’’

There was a long pause. Jimin looks on his right side, feeling the look over his left where Doc Jin was pleasantly sipping on his coffee. Jimin knows he needs to talk now.

‘’The weather is too beautiful to be called an only a weather, don’t you think Doc?’’ Jimin says.

‘’Yes, of course.’’ Seokjin replies.

‘’I wish this could remain forever.’’

‘’ We all do but things don’t always go the way we want.’’ Seokjin was successful taking the turn of his conversation.

‘’I know. It never does in my case.’’ The turn is he there, Jimin thinks.

Taking a deep breath and placing the coffee mug on the stool Seokjin starts-

‘’Its okay to think like that Jimin. But what is not okay is to take is negatively. If I were you I would have try not to succumb into the dullness of the whole thing, rather challenge myself to change the outcome.’’

‘’that’s why you’re not me.’’

‘’Jimin, all of this are temporary. The weather is temporary. And You thinks its sad because this Autumn will not stay for too long. And you hate winter. But you’re missing out a bright point here.’’ Jimin finally looks at Seokjin. ‘’You dislike the fact that winter is coming which results in you ignoring the mere fact of longevity. If Autumn goes away too soon then Winter will do the same.’’

‘’Rather than worrying about Autumn being short why can’t we just count on the short days of winter and look forward to the next Autumn!’’ Seokjin looks at Jimin with a smile. The other one was quietly looking at him.

‘’We always ignore the bright side of everything and let us get ingest into the dark and sad feelings. There is so much positivity surrounding.’’

‘’But its not that easy-‘’ Jimin starts.

‘’I know its not. Trust me I do. We all are here to fight our way through our life. We are all fighting for our own destiny. But some of us are giving up on the mere negativity that are coming on our way.’’

Jimin proceeds to lock his eyes on his entangled hands and fingers.

‘’Look Jimin! I know its hard for you. But you’re doing so good. You’re better than when you first came here. You’re more vibrant and livelier than before. And it makes me so happy and proud to see you like this.’’

Jimin could feel a pressure on his chest. He tried hard to gulp down the choking sob that is threatening to escape.

‘’You’re talking very different than other days.’’ Jimin says.

‘’Am I?’’ Seokjin interrogates.

‘’Not really. But this is supposed to be your last words of the session. Do I expect for a backward session today?’’ Jimin replies.

Seokjin laughs. ‘’No! jeez don’t talk like that. I told you we are ending today’s session early. I could have easily begun with your mental health and how are you dealing with your depression lately but I won’t.’’ Jimin again looks up at Seokjin.

‘’Today, like always, Im here to remind you of the positive side of our life. Because Jimin, you deserve to know the beauty of life. Other than anything, if I have to choose, I will always talk to you about the positivity. Its because I like to have this conversation with you. And I want you to accept the zeal of life. Because a person like you deserve to be happy.’’

Jimin suddenly feels something warm floods in his inside. Was it hope?

‘’Thank you Doc Jin.’’ Jimin finally replies.

‘’You’re always welcome.’’

With that both of them falls silent. Seokjin doesn’t say anything as he hopes what he just said gets into Jimin’s head. Jimin is again looking back at the Woman on the wheelchair. As he sees the smile of the woman after seeing there is now two birds, makes a smile appears on Jimin’s face. Seeing Jimin smile, Seokjin’s eyes follow where he was looking.

‘’Before we end this, I want to ask about your friend. How is she doing? What you call her… Granny Min? Are you guys still having fun together?’’ Seokjin asked Jimin about his only friend in the hospital, a 45 years old lady, who stays in the congested room beside Jimin.

‘’Oh her! She went home yesterday. Im happy for her. She will be back soon.’’

‘’Ah! Good to know.’’ Replied Seokjin.

Suddenly Jimin could see that figure again. The boy. He is now sitting on a stool at the end of the lawn across him.

‘’Aren’t you going to end this?’’ Jimin asked.

‘’Already bored of me.’’ Seokjin laughs.

‘’When I was not.’’

‘’Right! And the time is ending for today here. I will see you in 2 days, Jimin.’’

‘’Good to know. ’Jimin replies.

‘’Remember what I said. Eat your meal well and take the medicines timely. Never forget there are people who loves you,’’ With that Seokjin takes his coffee mug and starts to walk away from Jimin after waving a goodbye.

Jimin keeps on looking at Seokjin until his figure disappears inside the building. He then diverts his eyes to the other boy, the mysterious new figure. He is still sitting on the same position.

After giving it few thoughts, Jimin gets up from his sit and starts walking to the direction of the new boy. He just wants to know if he was new or maybe his name too.

The boy is now looking something over to his left side. He is now turning to the direction where Jimin is. Jimin stops and try to change his walking direction a little because he thinks he is walking to fast towards the boy. He doesn’t have any intention of scaring him or make him feel uncomfortable with his presence.

But as soon as Jimin changed his position the boy also did. He is now looking down at his feet. Still.

‘Did he sense my presence already?’ Jimin questioned himself. ‘You’re thinking too much Park Jimin. Why are you so nervous!’’

Finally, Jimin reached infront of the boy who was still looking down. Jimin doesn’t know what to do or what to say to get his attention so he keeps on standing.

After what feels like a decade, the boy finally looks up and straight into Jimin’s eyes. Which definitely throws Jimin back.

He has beautiful eyes. Dagger sharp. Not only his eyes, he is handsome too.

Jimin doesn’t know what to say. He remains with the same posture, being at a lost of action. On the other hand, the boy didn’t even flinch a bit, he is still looking straight into Jimin eyes. As if he is trying to read his soul.

Finally, the boy cocks his right eyebrow, which makes Jimin come down from his haze. He clears his throat.

‘’Hello!’’ Jimin manages to say at last.

To make it more awkward and unbearably irritating for Jimin, the boy didn’t reply rather he is still looking straight.

‘’Umm… do you mind if I sit here?’’ Jimin asks.

He doesn’t say anything but after few seconds he takes his gaze away and moves his right hand, indicating the place is free for Jimin to sit. Jimin doesn’t hesitate to sit beside the boy but he is afraid he might get up and leave.

Jimin doesn’t say anything. Neither does the boy. Jimin looks ahead and sees that the woman on wheelchair is now leaving the bird and the maple tree behind. I think her time is up, now she has to go back to her room again. Jimin feels a rush of sadness. He wishes he could help her.

Jimin again gets his focus back on the boy beside him as he feels that the boy just shifted on his position. He carefully looks at the boy. His side profile is gorgeous he has to say. He has sharp jaw line, pointy nose. Even his forehead is pretty-

Jimin felt like his soul left his body as the boy suddenly turn his head towards him, catching Jimin red handed staring at him. He cocks his head slightly as if questioning why Jimin was looking at him.

Jimin immediately looks away. Clearing his throat for the second time, he prepares himself for a conversation.

‘’I’m Park Jimin.’’

No reply.

Jimin could feel his entire existence set one fire. Did he get ignored? Was he interrupting someone else’s privacy? How does he escape now? To make it worse, the boy was still looking with his burning gaze; head still slightly cocked.

‘’Jeon Jungkook.’’

‘’heh?’’ first of all Jimin wasn’t expecting an answer. Second, he has a nice soft voice. Third, it was barely audible.

‘’I said my name is Jeon Jungkook.’’ He made himself clear now.

‘’Nice to meet you Jungkook. Are you new here?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’Yes.’’

‘’Oh! Good.’’ Jimin try to smile at Jungkook but he was looking somewhere else. Clearly not interested or that’s what Jimin felt.

Jimin stays quiet. There’s still chilly breeze blowing. He wonders if deciding to talk to Jungkook was a good idea or not. He could have just enjoyed his time before going back to his room.

Jungkook takes an audible sigh as if he was bored; making Jimin more uncomfortable than he was already. Still Jungkook doesn’t bother to say anything. Jimin decides to wait a bit more.

After what feels like decade which was in reality only 5 minutes, Jimin started to feel impatient. Jungkook still hasn’t said anything nor even moved.

Jimin decided to ask him something more but Jungkook suddenly gets up from his sit and started to walk directly to the building leaving a confused and hurt Jimin. Just in a second Jimin hears a bell; their times are over for the morning, now they have to go back to their room, take a shower and eat.

As Jimin makes his way towards the building, he cannot help but feel sad at the cold behavior he got from the new boy Jungkook.

Maybe its him. Maybe its his face and his luck that everyone he meets doesn’t want to be around him and builds a dislikeness towards him. Jimin keeps on thinking this wanted thought as he enters the building.

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It was already 10 pm. Jimin is done with his dinner and every other nighttime schedule. Now he is just waiting for sleep to endeavor him.

Today’s weather had a good impact on him. Even it helped him to cope up with sadness that he felt. He wishes if he could have this weather everything. As he tries to linger the weather for as long as he can, he decides to open the window and stare at the night sky.

The hospital he is admitted to was the biggest one in the city of Busan. It has its own reputation of being one of the best mental hospital of the country. It was built in a spacious area. It’s a 4-storage building with huge amount of empty space surrounding it. Rumor says the whole building is consisted of more than a thousand of room for patient. Apart from the frontal area, the whole empty space surrounding the building is used for making roaming place for the patients and the doctors; the backside and the rightside area is for the patient and the left side is for the doctors. The backside is called merriment 1 or m1 and the right side is m2. There is difference between this two. M1 is used for patient who are less dangerous and more mentally stable whereas m2 is used for the opposite ones. After the checkups, patients are decided by the authority to which area they can use. This also applies for dinning hall. Not all the patient can dine in there. Only the permitted one can. Jimin got his permission 2 weeks ago.

Through the window from Jimin’s room, he can see the whole m1 area easily. As it is nighttime, no patients are allowed to go there. He heard that if someone breaks the rule they have to face some sorts of punishment for that.

Jimin’s eyes found the stool he and the new boy Jungkook was siting in the morning. Remembering Jungkook, abruptly some feelings of dejection hits him. Jungkook didn’t seem like someone who was too ill. Jimin thought he might be like him. Just depressed and suicidal. He regrets expecting such things. He doesn’t even know why he is making a big deal out of it. But he cannot seem to get that event of rejection out of his head. And it’s killing him inside.

Jimin knows its not good for him. He still remembers what Doc Jin said this morning. He has to think positively. So he decided to leave Jungkook off of his thoughts and think about something better.

Jimin’s mind drifts off to memories of his family; his mom, dad and his younger brother. He misses them. He wishes he could be with them now and see them. His parents came to visit him last week. He was so happy to see them. So were they. They spent good hours until the very last moment. Jimin almost forgot about Jihyun. When he asked about him his parents replied he was busy with homeworks so he couldn’t come.

‘’Oh!’’ Jimin replied.

‘’Sweatheart, Jihyun misses you a lot.’’ His mother replied. ‘’ He wanted to come. But if he didn’t do his works it would be bad for his result.’’

‘’I see. But isn’t he always done with his homework during the weekend?’’ Jimin’s question made his parents exchange looks.

‘’Listen son. Don’t think like that. His finals are-‘’ his dad started.

‘’I know. I know. Trust me I do.’’ He abruptly stopped his father in midway. ‘’ I know everything. How he feels and how I make him feel. Just tell him that I love him a lot. And I wish to end his misery of having an older brother like me a long time ago. But I failed. That’s what I can do-‘’

‘’ No please, baby. Don’t think like that-‘’ his mother said.

‘’No don’t cry. Not now.’’ Jimin’s father tried to calm his wife down.

‘’IM SO SORRY!’’ Jimin was now started to cry and scream. ‘’ IM SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. I SHOULD LIVE NOW.’’ With that Jimin gets up from his sit and started to walk back to the building. He could already see some nurse approaching him-

That’s how the last meeting went. Jihyun still hasn’t come to visit him. He knows its only been a week since he met his parents but he actually believed Jihyun would have come right after. But he didn’t.

Tears started to roll down his cheeks. Jimin’s mind was screaming ‘stop being pathetic’. But he didn’t have any control over his sadness. That is what his life was. Full of sadness. He is nothing but a mistake-

Jimin was pulled back from his thoughts as he felt like he saw some movement down in m1. His heart was beating fast. His immediate thought was that it’s a ghost and he isn’t ashamed of saying that he is afraid of ghosts.

Jimin thinks of closing the window and go back to bed but something was stopping him from doing so. with the name of God, Jimin decided to inspect the area.

He could swear his heart left his body as soon as he spotted something on m2. No, it was someone. And from the outfit, Jimin thinks it’s a patient. But how could it be! No patient was allowed to be there at this ungodly hour.

Jimin runs to the other part of the room and turns the light off and goes back to the window. He has no idea what he is doing, all he knows that he doesn’t want to cause any trouble but he knows not of what trouble it could be.

Jimin’s eyes goes back to the corner he saw that figure. If he is not wrong, it’s the same place Jungkook and he was sitting this morning. He tries to squint his eyes to see who he could be. He was sure it must be one of those m2 patient, who probably tried to sneak into m1.

Jimin kept on following the figure. He is sure he has never seen this person in m1, not the 6 months he was in. The person looks quite tall; at least taller than Jimin, slim body, black hair-

Jimin felt like his eyes will bawled out of the socket. He suddenly recognized who it was. Its Jeon Jungkook, the new boy.

Jimin is now practically jumping up and down in his position. He has to do something, he cannot believe this new boy could make this sort of mistake. What if he gets caught? He is new here so he probably doesn’t know anything about the restriction. Will they slack him off for this time? He doubts they will. Jimin has been warned about all the restriction the day he was admitted and he was told to follow them strictly. So he is sure this boy has also been told. Then what is he doing now? He must have been seeing wrong.

Jimin again looks at that person to clarify what he saw is wrong or right. But nope, he didn’t make any mistake. It was indeed Jeon Jungkook.

Should he do something? Is there any way to warn that boy? Should he go out and tell the guards? No he cant. So should he go and tell him? Nope! He can get caught too. Besides Jimin’s room is locked now.

Wait! If his room is locked that means every other patient’s room should be locked. Which means Jungkook’s room should have been locked too. Then how was he there.

Jimin checks for the 2nd time if he made any mistake or not. He didn’t. Jungkook is still in there.

What is happening? Jimin is definitely worried about the boy. He seemed like a nice guy even though he didn’t talk to him in the morning. He doesn’t want anything happen to Jungkook.

Out of no where Jungkook’s head, Right then, turned up and to the direction of where Jimin’s room located in the building. From Jimin’s spot it seemed like Jungkook was looking straight at him. Jimin was frozen. He tried to bend down as soon as he can. After few minutes of siting on the floor, Jimin tried sneak a look at the other boy down there. Jungkook was looking somewhere else now. Which caused Jimin to go back to his previous tension.

As Jimin was being frantic, lost in his thought, Jungkook was already walking back to the building. Just before he disappears Jimin’s eyes caught his figure. He sees Jungkook leaving m1 and going back to the building. There is no guard. No sign of them.

That was odd. Is he some sort of highly privileged person to get permission to do such thing without getting caught? Jimin doesn’t know. He is now sweating for being so worried for past 5 minutes. He checks the area through his window one last time before going back to his bed. It was enough for him for the day. He decided it’s better to sleep.

Jimin couldn’t shake off the image of Jungkook sitting on the stool of m1 from his mind as he laid down on his bed. He tried hard to fall asleep but was in vain. It took him few hours before his mind was at ease and he was succumb to deep slumber.

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The next morning Jimin was back to doing his usual stuffs; getting up, washing up, having breakfast and meds, going for daily checkups (minus consulting with Doc Jin which is scheduled tomorrow). Now he is ready to have his time off in m1. The incident of last night is long forgotten. He somehow forgot about Jungkook.. until he sees him in the same stool in m1.

Jungkook was sitting there in the same position from last night. Seeing him Jimin gulps down as he remembers the event. It felt like it was a dream. Jimin ponders if he should go to Jungkook or just ignore him. As he was thinking Jungkook suddenly looks straight at him and scares the hell out of Jimin. Just like before, Jungkook again cocks his head, as if asking Jimin of something.

Jimin doesn’t know what should he do. After giving it a few thoughts, he decided to approach Jungkook again.

Jimin sits beside the boy. Jungkook was now back to looking up at the sky.

‘’Good Morning……Jungkook?’’ Jimin purposely made the ending sound like a question while delaying before saying his name which got him no reaction from the other.

‘’Its not morning anymore.’’ Jungkook replies.

‘’Huh?’’ Jimin was caught off guard.

‘’I said its not morning. I have been awake for past 5 hours so nope its not morning.’’

‘’ohh!.’’

Suddenly Jungkook laughs making Jimin confused. Even his laugh is attractive.

‘’What?’’ Jimin questions.

‘’This is the second time we are talking and the conversation went the same way. I say something and you don’t hear then I repeat and you say ‘’oh’’.’’ Jungkook says smiling while looking at Jimin. Jimin feels hit rise up on his cheeks. He was surely embarrassed.

‘’uh… I’m sorry.’’ Jimin replies.

‘’Why are you sorry?’’

‘’For being a disappointment.’’

‘’heh?’’ its time for Jungkook to be confused. Jimin doesn’t reply instead he kept on looking at his hand.

After a solid 30 second of awkward silence, Jungkook finally decides to talk.

‘’Are you always like this?’’

‘’Like what?’’

‘’umm… being so over dramatic.’’ Jimin felt like his entire world turn into ice.

‘’Im not being dramatic.’’ Jimin tries to argue back.

‘’oh sure! ‘sorry for being a disappointment’ I don’t even hear this sort of dialogue in movies.’’ Jungkook laughs as he says the line mocking Jimin’s voice. Jimin is sure his ears are now red. This is humiliating.

‘’Guess you’re right!’’ with that Jimin gets up from the stool and starts to walk.

‘’hey hey hey! Wait.’’ Jungkook was quick to get up and grab Jimin’s hand.

‘’What!’’ Jimin tries his best to remain cool.

‘’I was just joking.’’ Jungkook says.

‘’Sure you were. Have fun.’’ As Jimin says the last word his voice made a chocking sound indicating he was on a verge of crying.

This has probably hit Jungkook more than it should have been. His face looks like he was concerned.

‘’Hey! I really am sorry. I was just messing with you. I didn’t know it will affect you this way.’’ Jimin doesn’t say anything. ‘’Come here and sit with me again. Maybe we could have a proper introduction now.’’ Jungkook proposes.

Jimin couldn’t say no to this. He won’t. So he accept the proposal and goes back to sit on the stool.

‘’So you said your name is Park Jimin.’’ Jungkook says.

‘’You remember.’’

‘’I bet you remember my name too.’’ Jungkook replies.

With that they started to have conversation. Jungkook tells him about his morning and the day before. Yesterday was his first day. Jimin tells him about his day and briefly about past 6 months. Jungkook is a good listener and he talks so less unless he is asked a question.

They are now talking about their family. Jimin tells Jungkook about his family, how they are and what they used to do during vacation. He tried his best not to mention any sad moments.

‘’How about you? How is your family.’’ Jimin asks Jungkook.

‘’Uh, my family!’’ Jungkook takes a deep sigh before continuing. ‘’I have my parents and older brother. They are cool.’’

‘’oh! So you’re the youngest of the family?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’Yes! 97liner.’’ Jungkook replies.

‘’really? That makes you younger than me.’’

‘’it does?’’ Jungkook says with raising his right eyebrow.

‘’yup.’’ Jimin replies with a smile.

There was a long pause again until Jimin decides to break it.

‘’if you don’t mind. May I ask why you are here?’’

Jungkook doesn’t reply immediately. He doesn’t look at Jimin, he was looking up at the sky. Jimin suddenly have a feeling that Jungkook’s reply is going to be something sad.

‘’Various reasons. Mostly because my parents think I need treatment.’’ Jungkook replies still looking up at the sky. ‘’Why are you here?’’

‘’I don’t think you’re ready to hear it.’’ Jimin replies.

‘’Try me.’’ Jungkook looks at Jimin and smiles.

‘’I tried to kill myself.’’

Jungkook doesn’t budge hearing the statement, rather he kept looking at Jimin. Jimin is now feeling awkward.

‘’Oh!’’ Finally, Jungkook says with a sigh. Jimin doesn’t say anything.

‘’What…was the reasons for your parents to think that way?’’ Jimin asks again.

‘’I don’t think so this time you’re ready to hear.’’ Jungkook replies.

‘’Try me?’’

‘’Well… I was accused of trying to murder people.’’ Jungkook finally replies.

Jimin couldn’t say anything. Before he could even react, the bell rings indicating they need to go back to the building.

Jungkook immediately gets up and starts to walk away. He stops for a while and waves goodbye to Jimin. Jimin was still sitting on the same position.

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Jimin is currently waiting for Doc Jin to show up with his coffee mug. It’s the next day, the consultation day.

Jimin was back to basic. After Jungkook left him there yesterday, he went back to his room and did what he usually does. He didn’t see Jungkook after that. He wasn’t on m1 during the evening off hours. Jimin checked m1 through his window at night too. But no one was there this time. Jimin was still in doubt if his mind is still playing tricks on him. Maybe he got a new sickness! That would be sad.

As Jimin was busy in his thought, Seokjin was already there. He was waiting sitting beside Jimin to finally notice him.

‘’You’re already here! Why didn’t you knock me?’’ Jimin asks as soon as he notices the presence of Doc Jin beside him.

‘’didn’t want to disturb your serene mood!’’ replied Seokjin. Which makes Jimin let out a nonchalant chuckle.

‘’So how is Park Jimin doing?’’ Seokjin starts off the day.

‘’Good! I guess. ‘’ Jimin replies.

‘’only good? Not great good?’’ Seokjin attempts for a light-hearted fun.

‘’If I say that im feeling really better and im better than before, will you let me leave this place?’’

‘’Tough challenge. Don’t you like this place? Wont you miss your granny Min or your favorite nurse if you leave? Or me?’’

Jimin laughs and shakes his head. ‘’Jokes don’t suit you when you’re talking to your patient who is nothing but a wretched.’’

Seokjin makes a snorting noise. ‘’You young lad! Is very hard to handle.’’

‘’Already giving up, huh?’’

‘’Try me.’’

With that a long pause comes. Until Seokjin decides to break it.

“Today we are back to our regular consultant.’’

‘’Are we going back to your office for that?’’ Jimin inquires.

‘’No. We are staying here.’’

‘’why?’’

‘’Because” Seokjin takes a pause. ‘’I want to talk to you not as a doctor anymore. I want to talk to you as a friend. I don’t want it to be a consultation but a normal conversation. It would be easier for me.’’

‘’I see.’’ Replies Jimin.

“Lets starts with you telling me about the past two days? How did you do? Did something exciting happen? I know its quite impossible but let me pretend something could happen.’’

Jimin’s heart skips a bit. He was reminded of the night when he saw Jungkook on m1. He ponders if he should mention it to Doc Jin or not. At the end decides against it.

‘’Nothing much actually. Same old thing. Except for there is still no granny Min and I may or may not have made a new friend or met a new person you could say.’’ Jimin says.

‘’Is that so? who is that person?’’ Seokjin asks.

‘’There is this new boy-‘’

‘’The one who you have been looking?’’

‘’huh?’’ Confused Jimin.

‘’I saw the previous day you have been staring at someone. You were just doing the same a while ago. ’’ Seokjin replies.

Jimin is lost of words. Of course, Doc Jin is going to notice every single detail of him. Jimin found Jungkook walking around m1 right after Doc Jin appeared.

‘’Yeah.’’ Jimin confessed.

‘’So, tell me about him. How is he? What’s his name?’’

‘’I don’t know much about him. We only talked once. He told me his name and I told him mine. His name is Jeon Jungkook. He is new here.’’ Jimin tells Seokjin. Both of them were staring at Jungkook now. He is walking around his back facing them.

‘’hm I see! Its good for you. I hope he is a good kid and you guys can be friend.’’

‘’Are you going to gather information about him?’’ Jimin says all too quickly.

‘’umm? Do you want me too?’’

‘’No! I mean…’’ Jimin again got tongue tied. ‘’ I was just thinking. That’s what you do being my doctor.’’

‘’Is there something you want to know about him?’’ Seokjin asks.

‘’Not really. I would love to find out from him rather than from his medical reports.’’ Jimin replies.

‘’Alright!’’ Says Seokjin. ‘’Let’s get back to you now, shall we?’’ Seokjin asks, Jimin nods.

They are again back to ‘about Jimin’ and his current condition. Seokjin asks him about various things. Trying to find out any sorts of negative improvement. From what Jimin tells him, Seokjin can understand clearly that the boy is doing better than before. Seokjin remembers when he first saw Jimin, his condition was bad, not only bad but worse. He met him right after 2 days he was admitted here. He was assigned with him immediately. There were various scars on Jimin’s body indicating self-harm, he looked as if he was in coma. He barely talked or moved. Understandable as he was just brought back from almost death.

After Jimin’s failed attempt of suicide, his parents were left with no option but to admit him on Busan Mental Hospital. Jimin was found in his bathroom, wrist wide open with a cut, water running down from the bathtub, the whole bathroom was flooded with red blood. Thankfully he was found in time and he was saved.

Jimin was diagnosed with MDD (major depressive disorder) when he was 17 years old. After the suicide attempt he was also diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Seokjin has been treating him for past 6 months and finally he is seeing some positive result within the boy.

‘’what about the flashbacks? Are you still getting them?’’ Seokjin asks.

‘’Yes.” Jimin replies.

‘’Are you taking the medicine in time.’’

‘’Hmm.’’

There is currently no sad event happening in Jimin’s life but he gets flashbacks of past events which causes an upraise to his depression. Seokjin knew what was wrong with Jimin. Those events which he thinks off as negative or unpleasant weren’t exactly like that. Little things make Jimin sad. He was vulnerable and prone to depression. Its all in his head. His own head is his biggest trap and its hard for him to get out of it.

‘’Did you try all the ways I taught you.’’

‘’Yes, I did.’’

‘’Was it any better.’’

‘’Truthfully saying, sometimes they were.’’

‘’that’s progressive. I’m glad to hear that.’’ Seokjin encourages Jimin.

Its already been an hour. It’s time for Seokjin to ‘serve his encourage words’ or that’s what Jimin calls them. Even though Jimin pretends like he hates these things, Seokjin knows he listens to him very attentively.

That’s what Seokjin likes about Jimin. Jimin knows that he cannot live like this and he needs to get better, better for his sake and the people around him. He is fighting his battle with all the wills he has. And from the perspective of Seokjin, Jimin is doing incredibly amazing. He is proud of the boy. Seokjin is sure within few months Jimin will be able to go back to his normal life.

Just a few months.

‘’So Jimin! That’s it for today.’’ Seokjin tells Jimin. Jimin smiles. ‘’I had a great time. I hope you did too. I know you did.’’ Seokjin winks at Jimin.

‘’Yes, I did.’’ Jimin replies. His eyes are currently searching for Jungkook who was on his right side across the lawn few seconds ago. He was hoping to catch the boy after Doc Jin leaves. But Jungkook might have already left.

‘’As you know this is the last day for this week. I won’t be seeing you until next Sunday.’’ Jimin nods. ‘’I pray that you do well within these days. I will be informed every detail of you and your checkups, so that we can discuss on your progress during the next consultation.’’

‘’See you next time. Bye Jimin!’’

‘’See ya Doc Jin.’’ Seokjin starts to walk back to the building to his office direction. Seokjin walks he looks back to see Jimin looking around as if to find something. ‘probably looking for that other boy’ Seokjin thinks, ‘I have to find information about him.’

Jimin walks around m1 but cannot see Jungkook anywhere. He really did leave. Sighing, Jimin decides to walk around a little bit and observe other people.

The weather was already getting cold. Which means winter is right at the corner. The sky is bright blue today but the sun isn’t anywhere. Jimin felt as if he can never be prepared for winter to come.

As Jimin was walking he found himself at the right corner of m1, where the boundary is, the boundary between m1 and m2. Jimin decides to walk close to the boundary. He can see the patients of m2, the leveled dangerous patient. But they looked so normal to him. As if they were also the one belongs to m1. They can easily mingle within the progressed patients. Minus the fact they are mostly known as socio and psychopaths.

Jimin spots one patient who he knows about. Kim Namjoon. He is a very famous figure here. He isn’t even from Busan. He was from Ilsan. He is famous for murdering his own girlfriend. He was sent to prison but due to his corrupted mental state they were forced to send him here. Since then he hasn’t done anything dreadful but nevertheless people are still scared of him because of his brutality. He was already here when Jimin was getting admitted so Jimin knows his story from all the news.

Jimin walks away from the boundaries. It’s useless to think about the unfairness of human life. His own life is messed up badly.

Jimin was ready to leave m1 but the woman on wheelchair again catches his attention. She is back to talking to the birds on the maple tree but this time there isn’t any bird. She is probably talking to herself. Sighing, Jimin starts walking again.

Suddenly a loud scream scares Jimin. He stops where he is. He is sure it was a male’s voice coming from the ground floor of the building. He could see all the patients’ eyes moved towards the building and nurses who were around m1 running toward the building. Jimin starts also running.

The whole area where the supposed incident happened were already full of people, both patients and staffs. Jimin tried his best to push through to see what is happening. After several tries, Jimin could finally manage to poke his head through the bodies to make out the actual scenario. What he saw wasn’t something he expected.

There is blood on the floor. Not too much, just a little but still it was blood. One of the staffs is holding us steel made meds containing, laying on the floor it’s a scissor and some medicine. Left to the staffs is a boy on the ground who’s hand is bleeding hence where the blood came from.

The boy is none other than Jeon Jungkook. He has tears in his eyes and he looked as if he is in pain. Jimin felt a rush and his blood was coming up on his face. He wants to help Jungkook, he looks he is in pain. Before Jimin could move, doctors push through the crowd.

‘’What’s going on here? Oh my god-‘’ one of the doctor says. Jimin can see Doc Jin behind two other doctors.

‘’What happened to him?’’ Says another female doctor named Chaeyoung.

“I…i…’’ Jungkook tried to speak but he was crying now. Jimin felt something clutches his heart.

“What happened?’’ the first doctor, known as Professor Kwanghi, asks the staff who were beside Jungkook.

‘’i..i don’t know what just happened!’’ said the staff.

‘’What do you mean you don’t know.’’

‘’I was just walking and he attacked me.’’ The staff said. Jungkook immediately looks up at the staff in disbelieve and fear on his whole face. He looks from the staff to the doctors. Tears are now rolling down his cheeks.

‘’He attacked you?’’ asked professor Chaeyoung.

‘’Ma’am yes…’’

‘’I didn’t.’’ Jungkook interrupted with an almost inaudible voice but everyone could make out what he said. From behind came Doctor Mark, he was a foreign doctor here. He crouches beside Jungkook and checks the cut on his arm.

“We need to treat him first.’’ Says professor Mark.

“Sir, trust me I didn’t do anything.’’ Said the staff.

‘’Did I ask you to say anything!’’ everyone falls silent at that. Doctor Mark helps Jungkook get up. Two more staff hurriedly comes nd helps Jungkook to walk to the treatment room.

“Wipe the floor immediately.’’ Professor Kwanghi says. ‘’and you.’’ He points at the staff.’’ Come to the staff office right now.’’

‘’Everyone please go now. Go back to what you were doing. There’s nothing to see here. We will handle the rest.’’ Jimin hears Doc Jin says those words loudly as everyone started to leave the place.

Seokjin starts to follow the other doctor but Jimin stops him.

‘’Doc Jin wait!’’

‘’Jimin! Yes?’’

‘’What just happened?’’ Jimin asked.

‘’I think I have seen as much as you did or maybe less than you.’’ Replies Seokjin.

‘’But he is the boy. Jeon Jungkook. I told you about him.’’

‘’I have seen him. Yes, he is.’’ Seokjin says.

‘’Are you all going to punish him for that?’’ Jimin questions.

‘’We don’t know what happened, Jimin. If he hasn’t done anything why would we punish him.’’

‘’I don’t know.’’

‘’Go back, Jimin.’’

‘’Listen.’’ Jimin speaks up again.’’ I don’t trust you all. I have talked to Jungkook before. I can tell you…I can tell you that he hasn’t done anything.’’ Jimin stops and gets closer to Seokjin.’’ You don’t stay here all the time. You have no idea how some of the staffs treat us. I have seen that one, the staff, he was… he threw away someone’s gift. Ugh! You have to understand…’’

‘’Jimin! Come down.’’ Seokjin stops the stressed boy infront of him.’’ I will see what I can do.’’

‘’don’t hurt Jungkook!’’

At that Seokjin looks back at Jimin into his eyes. The boy way being serious. ‘’If he is not guilty at all. We won’t let a pin hurt him, Jimin!’’

Jimin doesn’t say anything.

‘’Go back to your room. You’re shower time has already started.’’ With that Seokjin leaves without glancing back at Jimin. Jimin remains in the same position as he was. His inside was creeped up with fear. He was worried about Jungkook. He knows that he doesn’t know the boy that well but he can’t help but feel sad and worried seeing Jungkook on the floor, bloodied and crying.

Eventually Jimin starts to walk towards the 3rd floor, his room. He cannot wait to find out what had happened to Jungkook.

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Jimin didn’t see Jungkook that day during evening free hours. He was sure Jungkook wasn’t permitted for dinning yet but he still looked for him. He even tried to search him on m1 till midnight through his window. Even though he was constantly questioning himself what he was doing and why but he could not resist the urge.

The next day Jungkook wasn’t there in the morning nor in the evening. Jimin was practically anxious by the time. He tried to ask staffs and other patients about what had happened the other day but the patients didn’t know either and the staffs didn’t want to tell. After trying his best Jimin finally gave up. Now his only hope was Jungkook himself.

When Jimin didn’t see again in the morning the next day, he immediately took a decision and set up a plan. He was scared but he decided he would try his best and give it a shot.

The dinning starts around 8 pm. 15 minutes before that everyone starts to leave their room and gather around the hall. Jimin planned to go find Jungkook during the time everyone will start to leave for dinning. It was a dangerous plan as patients are forbidden to meet other patient or leave their own floor and roam around the building except for certain area. If they wanted to meet another patient they had to take permission and they would be sent with another staff. If someone gets caught disobeying the rule they have to face penalty for that. The worse Jimin could think of as a penalty is that he would be locked up or the dinning permission would be taken away. Jimin won’t let that happen.

With a shaking heartbeat Jimin starts his mission.

As much as Jimin knows the frontal side of the building is where the dangerous patients’ wards are situated and backside was for the progressed ones. Jungkook is not categorized as a dangerous one so he should be at the backside of the building. The newly admitted patient was one the 2nd and third floor of the left side of the building. But those who gets a privileged lift, they were sent to 4th floor and that’s where Jimin will look for because Jimin is sure Jungkook was one of those privileged ones.

Jimin starts to climbs up the stairs. There were patients coming down. He can’t see any staffs, he prays he won’t have to. As he reaches 3rd floor, he accidentally bumped into someone. He looks up to see it was a patient.

‘’Where are you going? I don’t think you are from here!’’ he questions Jimin immediately. Jimin gulps down. The patient laughs, probably because of the horrified look on Jimin’s face.

‘’Are you trying to trespass?’’ The patient whispers into Jimin’s ear making Jimin more panicked then he was already.

‘’N-no…i…’’ Jimin tries to speak.

‘’Hurry up buddy.’’ With that he leaves Jimin. He walks down the stairs without looking back at him. Jimin quickly snaps out of his stance and started to walk upstairs as quickly as possible.

Reaching the 4th floor, his destination, Jimin panicked more to see the empty hallway. During the dinning time all staffs leaves for the hall; as if it’s a trick to catch a patient trespassing. Jimin doesn’t waste any time he starts to look for Jungkook. He wishes that he won’t be inside his room or if he is then he manages to find him.

Jimin suddenly stops on his track.

He fucked up.

He fucked up big time.

He forgot about the CC cameras.

As he looks straight at the one above his head, he wants to laugh. He probably left his brain on the bathroom when he was making the plan during shower. There’s nothing he can do. He is bound to get caught now.

What has been done is done, Jimin thinks. He is going to get caught anyway so he needs to finish what he came for. He starts to walk again.

After what feels like decade Jimin finally reaches where he wanted to. He guesses a side of the hall where he could find Jungkook. Now he has to decide which room. Jimin knows very well his guessing can be wrong, it 100% will but he is going to give them a try. He already fucked up so why not fuck it up a little bit more.

With that Jimin opens the door to his right.

Empty.

It was empty. Jimin wanted to scream, both in frustration and fear. He isn’t sure what he should do now.

Should he check another room? Yes, he will.

He checks 2 more rooms. He was shaking out of fear. He is ready to leave now. He was afraid and now after failing he is feeling sad. He can feel his eyes tearing up.

Suddenly there was a sound behind him on the corridor. Jimin freezes on his position. If he wasn’t enough scared before then now he is. He doesn’t know what to do. Should he look back or start running? Running seems like a good option. Maybe he could get rid of all of these. Or maybe while running he can trip and fall from the stairs and die-

‘’Are…you Jimin?’’ a voice speaks up.

Jimin immediately spins on his heel and looks back. He sees a figure standing few meters away from him. Tall, slim body and handsome.

Jungkook was standing there. He came from a room from left.

‘’ah.. ye-yes.’’ Jimin replies.

Jungkook starts to walk towards Jimin. He looks up and checks for any camera. There wasn’t any in this part of the hall.

‘’What are you doing here?’’ Jungkook questions Jimin. ‘’ Come with me.’’ Jungkook signs Jimin to follow him. Jungkook takes Jimin to his room or that’s what he believes. He closes the door behind. Jungkook stands his back facing the closed door, arms crossed over his chest and head his cocked to the side. As if asking Jimin question.

“I came to look for you.’’

‘’Why?’’

‘’I was worried.’’

‘’Why?’’

Jimin doesn’t answer. He doesn’t answer because he wasn’t sure what to answer. He doesn’t know why he was worried for Jungkook, neither he knows why was he so curious on finding out what had happened back there. So, he remains quiet.

Jungkook sighs. ‘’You can sit on the bed. There are some water on the stand if you want.’’

‘’No thanks! I have to leave soon.’’

‘’Aren’t you going to tell me why you are here?’’ Jungkook asks again.

‘’I told you I was worried.’’ Before Jungkook could say anything Jimin adds – ‘’ don’t ask why.’’

‘’Fine.’’ Jungkook replies after a while. There’s a long pause until Jimin speaks.

‘’Are you okay?’’

‘’Why do you care?’’

‘’Cant I just ask without you fucking-“

‘’Okay okay! Yes, I’m fine now.’’ Jungkook replies. Jimin doesn’t say anything back.

‘’What happened the other day?’’ Jimin asks. ‘’don’t tell me that its none of my business!’’ Jimin says, hurt visible in his voice.

Jungkook walks over to the bed and sits down. Jimin was still standing. ‘’ Im so tired of telling the same thing over and over to the authority and doctors.’’ Jungkook takes a deep breath. ‘’I guess I wont die by repeating once more.’’

‘’If you’re so reluctant on telling then don’t. I will go.’’ Jimin says.

‘’No! if you have risked to come this far then I have to tell you I guess.’’ Jimin doesn’t reply to this either. “but I’m pretty sure you will not believe. Why would you believe a new boy anyway!’’ Jungkook says as he lets out a chuckle.

‘’Try me maybe?’’ Jimin says.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for few seconds before he starts. ‘’I saw you with Doctor Seokjin that day siting on the stool on m1. I was waiting for your consultation to end. But it was getting late and I was bored. So, I decided I will see you in the evening and I started to leave for my room. But then when I was entering the building I was collided with the staff, his name is Minhyuk. I don’t know what’s his problem with me but he hasn’t been good to me since the day I first came. After I collided with him he dropped his container. As a basic instinct I got down to help him collect his stuffs but he refused and tried to take the container away from my hand as if I wont give it back to him.’’ Jungkook laughs as he takes a short break. ‘’As he tried to snatch it away it drops from my hand again but this time I noticed there was a scissor in there. It… it was supposed to be a meds container why there was a surgical scissor. Then I made the mistake of taking the scissor on my hand. And what he did next-‘’ Jungkook stops.

‘’What?’’ Jimin questions him.

‘’umm…’’ Jungkook pauses again. He wipes his nose with his sleeves. ‘’uh…he tries to take away the scissor but I was holding it, I guess, too tightly. So, he pushed the scissor and it scratched my hand pretty badly. You may have seen the bloods to understand how bad the injury was.’’

‘’You saw me there?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’I guessed that you were there. So, after they took to me to the treatment room they stopped the bleeding. After I was calmed, they asked me what happened. I told them what I just told you. At first, they seemed to believe me but they started to doubt once they heard what the staff said.’’

‘’what did he say?’’ Jimin asked furrowing his brows.

‘’Well his side of the story seemed fully opposite of mine. He accused me of having the scissor.’’ Jungkook let out a chuckle. ’’He said after we collided. I pushed him on the ground. I pulled out a scissor and tried to attack him with it and I cut myself instead.’’

‘’oh my god.’’ Jimin was shocked. ‘’Tell me they didn’t believe him.’’

‘’what do you think?’’ Jungkook questions back. ‘’at first, they were believing him but then Doctor Seokjin suggest to check the surveillance camera. But it made them confused at first. They told us to return to our respective places. But from what I can guess is that they found I was telling the truth.’’

‘’that’s good.’’

‘’would you believe me Jimin?’’ Jungkook asks.

‘’Yes.’’ Jimin didn’t hesitate to answer.

‘’Why?’’

‘’I have this feeling that you’re being honest. At least with me.’’ Jimin says in a low voice.

‘’Really? Its hard to believe that there is someone who can trust me.’’ Jungkook says.

‘’Why is that?’’

‘’Because no one trust someone like me.’’

‘’Why are you talking like this.’’

‘’I’m trying to be like you.’’ Jungkook says as he tries to hide his laughter. That earns him a glare from Jimin. ‘’I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was just messing. I’m sorry.’’

“No but seriously. No one trusts me. No one trusts nor believes in Jeon Jungkook.’’

‘’But why?’’

‘’Because everyone believes I’m a bad person.’’ Jungkook replies. ‘’Everyone believes that I’m someone who should everyone stay away from and not put their trust into. That confirms why I don’t have any friends.’’ Hearing this Jimin could feel a pang on his heart.

‘’But I believe you.’’ Jungkook head shoot at Jimin’s direction. ‘’I want to trust you. Can I trust you, Jungkook?’’

‘’You don’t even know anything about me!’’ Jungkook replies.

‘’We have plenty of times to know each other. Beside you also don’t know about me. Let’s be friends, Jungkook.’’ Jungkook doesn’t reply. ‘’You cannot hurt me right now being here, can you?’’

‘’I don’t know.’’

‘’No, you can’t. I’m sure.’’

‘’How can we be so sure?’’

‘’I’m sure cause I cant even hurt myself or you either.’’ At this Jungkook looks at Jimin, a small smile appeared on his face.

‘’You are right.’’

‘’So, what you say?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’Okay I guess.’’ They look at each other smiling.

Suddenly Jimin hears the bell ring, which mean the dinner time is up. Jimin panics again.

‘’You have to leave now.’’ Jungkook says.

‘’Yeah. I hope I don’t get caught. But I think they already saw me through the camera.’’

‘’No, they haven’t. you don’t have to worry about it.’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Let’s go!’’

Jimin and Jungkook leaves the room. Jungkook tells Jimin to wait behind a pillar beside the room. To wait for some people to arrive so that he can easily mingle among them.

As people started to arrive Jimin starts walking towards the stairs. Jungkook is following him behind. Before he starts to climb down the stair, he says bye to Jungkook and Jungkook tells him he will meet him tomorrow morning.

As Jimin was going down he again meet that patient he met before.

‘’Oy! You’re done with your mischief?’’ he says with a big grin.

‘’Yup.’’ Jimin said smiling. The patient gives him a thumbs up and leaves.

Within 10 minutes Jimin was back at his room. He has 5 minutes before Taehyuk will be here with his medicine. He was practically shoving his left dinner down his throat. Jungkook was probably doing the same, he thinks.

Within an hour Jimin was laying on his bed. He couldn’t wait to fall asleep and wake up. He is eager to meet up with Jungkook tomorrow.

A flashback suddenly hits Jimin but this time it was of Doc Jin. He remembers the doctor asking him, ‘’ Did something exciting happen? I know it’s quite impossible but let me pretend something could happen.’’ For the first time a flashback put a smile on Jimin’s face. Yes, something was actually happening, something exciting and he doesn’t need to pretend for it.

As Jimin tries so hard to fall asleep he forgot to do one thing he have been doing since last week. It is to stand infront of the window, room’s light off and check if someone was on the m1. Lets hope there wasn’t anyone or we could pretend so.

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Question for you: i. what do you think of Jungkook?

ii. what do you think of Jimin?

iii. who do you think Jimin collided with while going to meet Jungkook?

If you have any question, let me know?

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whatthefuckisasweep · 7 years

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YALL RVB FANS GET A LOAD OF A MONSTER HIGHSCHOOL AU I THOUGHT OF AT 1:41 AM ON A FRIDAY

CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING TAKES A DEEP BREATH- simmons: vampire, is like a "veganpire" cause he doesn't like to drink from people, very non-aggressive for a vampire, gets picked on for being way too sympathetic towards other races of monsters and also not being a traditional vampire, SPARKLES IN THE SUN, pale as a sheet of paper, his dad is a high society vampire and expects simmons to grow up into a skilled vampire warrior and trains him accordingly; "here son, got you fresh blood from a virgin today" "not feeling it dad" "Cmon. At least try it. It can't hurt" "no", taught that werewolves are savage and impulsive and also kinda stupid, ALSO HE IS THE CUTEST TYPE OF BAT EVER Grif: werewolf, fun lovin, sleeps in his den all day, no landscaping, messy hair everyday, best friend is a fucking succubus, when in werewolf form he totally tries to get people to pet him and give him food for years, full moon day at school and he opens a cold one with the boys, wash thinks he's an idiot, HES A FAT PUPPY IS WHAT IM GETTING AT, A FAT SMART PUPPY WHO SLEEPS 90% OF LIFE AWAY, not a good fighter much to Sarge's dismay, Kai is a smaller werewolf that all the alphas want, Grif rolls his eyes as a beta and attacc, was taught vampires are sly and untrustworthy by the wolves, HES GOT A TAIL AND EARS IN HUMAN FORM OKAY Tucker: succubus((I AM AWARE THR OPPOSITE IS INCUBUS)), AT FIRST HE BRAGS ABOUT HOW MUCH SEX HE GETS BUT HE LEGIT GETS NONE LMAOOOOOOO EVEN AS A SUCCUBUS, has classes on how to be hot; decides to stand up and say "this is bullshit, I PERFORMED A LAP DANCE ON 4 PEOPLE TODAY AND IT WAS SUCCESSFUL GIVE ME AN A MOTHERFUCKER" "Lavernius, one of them tried to kill you" "KINKY, RIGHT???", it's rare to be a male succubus so he's picked on a bit, but still charming and cute, actually a pretty badass fighter, "bowchikabowwow" "what does that even mean" ";)" "okay -10 hot points for Tucker" "dAMMIT" Wash: An alpha werewolf who acts more like a beta, but still leads very well, teaches classes to werewolves about the importance of cooperation of a pack (couGH FRIENDSHIP), "it's mr hot wolf teacher" "Lavernius this class is for werewolves only take off your fake ears" "FOILED AGAIN", tired dad, howls when sad, can control his transformation fairly well, hates being called savage, loves cats Donut: A FAIRY, his wings are so beautiful TBH, makes everybody jealous, he is sparkly and beautiful and he grants wishes with magic, he's not very good at it though he's still in practice, he has a little wand, floats around like a beautiful wad of bubblegum, others actually really like him, makes a ton of bad fairy puns and innuendos Doc: a HEALING ELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, A GOOD BOY, MAKING HERBAL TEAS FOR EVERYONE, WEARS A FUCKING CROWN OF GRASS, THEM POINTY EARS,,, YELLS, doES GREAT IN CLASS, tries to be nice BUT HAS A DARK ELF SIDE CALLED OMALLEY, and he physically changes when Omalley takes over and people can tell, rare disorder within the elf genome Church: another werewolf, an omega male, hates his life, yells and growls a lot, sarcasm 100%%%%%, probably not a strong wolf (stronger than Grif though), whines a lot, can't find a good mate Tex: LITERALLY A RARE ALPHA FEMALE, agressive as all hell, will CHOMP EVERYONE, takes over the alpha wing, sCARES SARGE, MAKES THE VAMPIRES VERY AFRAID AND CONFIRMS THEIR "SAVAGE" STEREOTYPE, FIGHTS EVERYDAY, has a thing for tiny baby omega church Sarge: werewolf who has a grudge against vampires and preaches bad propaganda while every other monster rolls their eyes about the million year feud Caboose: A STRONG WEREWOLF, a GOOD BOY, A SOFT BOY, A GOOD BOYYYYYY, PET PET PET, HE HAVE A GOOD TAIL AND EAR,,, I LOVE lopez: Sarge's Orc assistant that only speaks Orc language and Sarge literally has no idea but doc knows orcish a little so he can translate Locus & Felix & Temple: bunch of MEANIE GHOULS :(, locus then becomes a vegan and drinks that coffee from Tokyo Ghoul tbh so he doesn't eat humans anymore but felix and temple kill for sport and temple has a LITERAL MURDER FRIDGE FOR HIS FOOD TEMPLE LEGIT HAS A MURDER FRIDGE FOR HIS VICTIMS MEAT LIKE IM PROUD OF THAT SHIT OK FUCK YOU SOMEONE CAN YOU DRAW THIS PLEASE LIKE A BUNCH OF MYTHICAL PEOPLE ON A BUS OR SOME SHIT IM IN TEARS

#rvb #red vs blue AU #AU #monster au #PEOPLE ADD ON TO THIS PLEASE #IM SCREAMING #IM TIRED

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anavoliselenu · 4 years

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Freedom chapter 1

Two Years Later

Aro Volturi tapped his long, pale fingers on the hardwood of the massive table in the room. Of course, being the man that he was, he took the head seat for himself. The eyes of the all the major crime families were staring at him with waiting expressions. Well, almost all of them. One family was purposefully absent from today's festivities.

He looked out of the large window at the January snow that was falling softly around the house. It was just another reminder of the gray days that had become Aro's life.

Things were changing in the underground world of crime. Aro inspected all of the young faces around the table and scratched his jaw. It was easy to see why this generation got so much out of life. They were the 'shoot first, ask questions later' type. It wasn't necessarily Aro's style, but if it got the job done…

They had the look of youth that Aro envied: the shiny hair, the chiseled faces, the bright eyes, the enthusiasm for life. Those features had long left him. He now had white, ashy hair, a sunken face, and a snappy attitude. He was revered as the older, wise grandfather of the group.

It had been four, hard years for Aro Volturi and on some days, he didn't know how he was still living. He didn't even want to live anymore.

His sons were gone. One of the only things that Aro was proud of was his offspring, Felix and Demetri, and they were erased from this earth like nothing more than dust. They were taken by the cold hands of his enemies and things would never really be the same for him. The Volturi line had ended. Of course, his brothers had sons, but they were worth shit. Who was going to take over the family when Aro passed? It was up in the air and caused massive disputes at every gathering.

Every day for the past four years, Aro had thought about his sons and who was responsible for their demise.

Bieber.

The word had been engrained in his brain since he was born. His father had hated them, his grandfather had hated them, and Aro hated them. He despised them. They caused him so much strife, and it was because of them that he was never truly successful—as much as he should have been, anyway. This was a race and he always came in second.

The Biebers had taken everything from him and he would never forgot it.

"Why are we here?" Shinobu Moioka asked from down the table.

"I have a proposition for you all," Aro's old voice croaked. He was pushing sixty-five and a lifetime of smoking had definitely taken its toll on him.

"We don't have all day." James Denali impatiently checked his watch. "I have things to do."

Aro sometimes forgot that these guys moved fast in life. In and out; that was the way of the world now.

"I need help," he confessed. "As you know, I'm in a… slight predicament."

It was no secret that the Volturis had lost a lot of their standing within this group. Aro hated admitting it, though.

"Help?" Sinhobu asked, obviously irritated that he had been pulled away from his daily dealings with the scum of the earth trafficking drugs, shipping slaves from country to country, disrupting foreign governments; whatever the hell he did.

"Yes." Aro's joints creaked as he stood up from his seat. "Gentlemen, I think that the time has come for a revolution of sorts."

All the men around the table sat up a little more in question.

"The Biebers," he said the name with disdain, "have taken too much. Not just from me, but from all of us. Carlisle has set up a network that's impossible to penetrate and I'm tired of him taking control of what's rightfully ours."

Aro's feet began carrying him around the room, his hands behind his back in an authoritative manner. No one dared speak, because his anger was evident and created a palpable tension in the air.

"We need to hit him where he's weak and I won't stand for failing this time. His reign needs to be ended." Aro decided to keep the details of his plans vague. He wasn't quite sure if they could all be trusted and he was still working things out in his head.

"This doesn't sound good." A short man down the table said quietly.

"I'm not forcing you to join me, but I know most of you want to. He's bulldozed his way over this country and we must be the ones to stop him." Aro continued.

"He's too powerful," James said, almost scared to even talk. "That whole family is too powerful."

"But they're not invincible," Aro concluded. "You, of all people, should want some kind of part in this. Look at you. You can barely walk without that cane and your family has nothing… All because of them."

James didn't deny it. How could he? It was true.

"Everyone here should be more than willing to help me. I'm not saying we take them down tomorrow or even destroy what they have completely, because—let's be honest—we all need Carlisle and his empire. But we can weaken him at least. Weaken him enough so he can't recover."

"So you're proposing a revolution?"

Aro smiled evilly, maliciously, dangerously. Nothing more needed to be said. The grin spoke without words.

"And how do you plan about doing this?" Shinobu crossed his arms. "Seems to me like you've tried for decades and nothing ever seems to get done."

There was a murmur of agreement around the table.

"Gentleman, you let me worry about that. I just need to know that, when the time comes, I will have your backing. I need support."

"What do you have in mind?"a man at the end of the table asked in a thick British accent. Aro couldn't recall his name off the top of his head. "I happen to like the Biebers. Just because they're better than you, I don't think we need to annihilate them."

There were a few snickers around the room. The most distinct one came from the large bodyguard that British Man brought with him. He let out a hearty chuckle that he tried to disguise as a cough.

Aro's body might have been old, but his reflex to pull a gun had never been weakened in all these years.

He quickly withdrew a large 9mm pistol from out of nowhere and without even thinking, shot the bodyguard directly in the shoulder. It was a perfect shot, through and through. Red liquid splattered the dark wall behind the man and he fell to the floor with a whimper of pain. British Man just looked at his bodyguard with disgust and shook his head, letting him roll on the ground in a pool of his blood.

"Does anyone else think this is fucking funny?" Aro asked, furious that someone had dared to laugh at him. "This is not funny!"

No one said anything and just looked at each other with slightly worried eyes. The same thought was going through all of their heads: This man had gone crazy.

"We're going to call this a day," Aro said gruffly, slamming the gun down on the table. "I'll be in touch with everyone soon."

There was a butler waiting at the door to escort the patrons of the room out and most definitely clean up the mess left behind by the blood. Aro didn't even feel like bidding anyone a cordial farewell. He climbed the stairs, the wood nearly cracking under his heavy feet, eagerly trying to get into his office and away from the frustrating youth downstairs.

"Who do they think they are?" He slammed the door of his office shut. "Don't they know who I am?"

"What happened, Uncle Aro?" his niece, Vienna, asked from her spot behind his large desk. Her shimmering blond hair shinned off of the lights in the room.

"Oh, Vienna. I didn't know you were here." He calmed down almost instantly.

"Are you okay?" She rushed towards him. "Your face is all flustered and I heard the gun downstairs."

"Everything's fine, dear." He kissed her forehead. "Just a little scuffle."

"Come sit down." She helped him to his seat.

Aro gulped down the glass of water that Vienna handed him. She looked just like him in every way; so much, in fact, that many people thought she was his daughter. She might as well have been. He had raised the girl since she was five, after his youngest sister died from a horrible drug habit.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Aro asked, after taking a minute to calm down.

"I miss you out here in the suburbs," his niece pouted. "The city is getting boring without Demetri and Felix."

A small pang of hurt attacked Aro's chest at the sound of his sons' names. It was quickly replaced by anger for the ones who killed them. That anger would quickly be alleviated.

"I know, sweetheart. Would you like me to buy you another penthouse?" he suggested to ease her pain.

"No, that's okay." Vienna picked at her nails. "I'm occupying myself with the male population of Chicago. They're very generous." She grinned evilly, identically matching her uncle's in the boardroom not five minutes earlier.

Aro shook his head, only slightly embarrassed by his niece's actions in the city. There was a new story every week about her in the society circle. He chose to ignore them.

"I just came by to check on you," she said sweetly. Behind all that sugar was a layer of malice that Aro had purposefully instilled in her. "You're looking sicker every day."

"I know," he sighed. "I'm not cut out for this fast-paced life anymore."

"You and Aunt Athenadora should move to the Bahamas or something. Get away from all this snow." Vienna shivered as she put on her coat. "And don't look so sad all the time."

"I didn't think I was." He shrugged innocently.

"I can see it in your eyes." She came over to his side of the desk and kissed his cheek. "I know that look. You're too old to be running around, planning takeovers. Just rest."

"I will." He smiled. They both knew he was lying.

Her long legs carried her toward the door, "Bye, Uncle Aro."

He was finally alone to drown in his own thoughts"

There were many things that he could be doing, but he purposefully chose not to. Instead, he opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out the three black and white photographs.

His hands were shaking in fury as he reviewed them for what felt like the millionth time. They came from a set of about one hundred, but they were almost the same.

Three people—two men and a woman—were playing in the waves on a beautiful beach. If the photographs had color, they would be dominated by sparkling blues, intense greens, and the bright yellow sunlight that illuminated every inch of the sand.

They all had smiles on their faces and didn't have a care in the world. Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched.

The youngest of the men was eighteen. He had a short mop of hair that was styled in that 'childlike, don't care' kind of way. Aro knew that his eyes were blue and his hair, brown. He was very fit for a young adult, obviously taking after everyone else in the family in their race for perfection. His torso was sculpted and his arms were rippled. He was tall, but not too tall; thin, but not too thin.

The sole female in the picture was gorgeous. No matter how much Aro hated her, there was no doubt that she was stunning in every way. From her long, mahogany hair, to her statuesque figure and her delicate facial features, she was incredibly beautiful. Her age was twenty-two, but she looked a lot younger. Her eyes were covered with sunglasses, and a beaming smile was plastered on her face as she watched the men wrestle in the water.

A tiny bikini covered her body. Aro traced the curve of her legs and traveled up her flat stomach, ending at the swell of her round breasts. A familiar hormonal jolt rang through his body at the sight of such a lovely woman. Aro and his wife hadn't been intimate in years, so basically anything turned him on nowadays. Some might call him an "old dirty bastard". He didn't mind that title. This girl especially brought out the physical lust in him that he hadn't felt in a while.

He shook his head, not wanting his true reason for examining these pictures to be lost in a cloud of desire.

Aro put the first picture down and picked up the second one. The woman was now in the arms of the older man, being thrown around like a small ragdoll and completely enjoying herself.

This man was the real reason for Aro's wrath, his hate for basically everyone and everything.

The man was tall, and Aro once again envied the youth of the world as he saw the man's toned body. Aro once had muscles like that. The man's hair was disheveled—as always. His face held a rare smile, his skin was tanned, and the outside world had no effect on him. Aro had never seen the man with such freedom. He was unwound and relaxed. It was slightly unnerving.

"Did you really think you were going to get away with this?" Aro asked huskily, his voice thick with fury. "Your father might be crafty, but you will never beat me, Justin." He took a pencil from his desk and stabbed the man's face through the photograph.

He set the image down and tried to decide on the final aspects of his plans, which was quickly coming together. They needed to be meticulously calculated, and that was going to take time.

There was a sense of freedom amongst all three of them in the picture. That was what made Aro angriest. Why should his sons be buried in the ground when the real criminals were frolicking on some fucking beach? They deserved his pain. All of them deserved to hurt as he did in those dark days.

Aro had made a promise when he received these pictures that he was going to take that freedom away and crush it in his hands if it was the last thing he did.

Justin POV

"Freedom means you are unobstructed in living your life as you choose. Anything less is a form of slavery." Wayne Dyer

All things Twilight related belong to Stephanie Meyer.

The hot sun beat down on me from above as I ran through the sand, barefoot and shirtless. My earbuds played loud , fierce, rock music in my ears and I was able to tune everything out. The picturesque landscape passed me by in a blur as my pace picked up with every step.

This was the time of day that I loved.

Even though it was only eight in the morning, the Brazilian sun was up and ready to greet the world. It was hot, but not unpleasant because the thick sea breeze was wafting around my head like a whirlwind. Even in February, the tropical atmosphere made the temperature a constant seventy.

I pushed myself harder during my run and just like every morning, my lungs burned painfully from the exertion of my body. It felt good, so I went faster. My legs gave out sometime after the fifth mile. It was surprising that I didn't already lap the island by now. It was only but so big.

I collapsed on the hot sand and controlled my breathing, blowing long streams of air into the cloudless sky.

I was going to turn thirty this year, and my body was definitely feeling it.

Thirty!

How did I get so old?

I had heart issues from my poor diet and the drugs, my anxiety issues from my OCD, lung issues from the smoking, and a whole slew of other things that I didn't really care about. One new addition to my ailments was a bad back, which I acquired from a motorcycle accident about a year ago. It wasn't too serious, but it caused me a lot of pain sometimes. The doctor said I wasn't bad off enough for surgery, so I just suffered through it on those rare days when my spine decided to be a bitch.

I guess a bad back was the least of my worries. Technically, I wasn't even alive.

As the rest of the world knew it, I was dead, but of course that was a complete fabrication. It had been three years that I had been living this lie and to be honest, it got better every day. A life without restrictions was one I never thought I would be accustomed to, but it suited me well.

I had to leave my entire life behind. I didn't care about the cars, or the money, or the houses, or anything else. When my father sent me away, what hurt the most was losing Selena. She had become everything to me, and even though I didn't know it then, she was my livelihood. After I left, I had nothing to care for and nothing to care about. It was hell on earth

I guess it was ironic that I had to give my life away in order to get Selena back, though. Looking back on it, I had never really treated Selena nearly as well as I should have.

It hurt every day I had to spend without her. It made me feel so guilty that she lost everything and I was just basically hiding out. I was disgusted with myself. I was a free man, and she had to rot in jail for two years for my mistakes. I pleaded with Carlisle, begged him to let me turn myself in. When we realized that she was actually going to be staying in jail for a while, I couldn't take it. I literally went insane.

I left the bitterly cold mountains of Switzerland with every intention of getting her released. After Carlisle calmed me down, I was shipped here to the humid paradise of Brazil. This island wasn't on any map and specifically bought for its secrecy. It was my prison until Selena got here.

After she arrived, well, that was… a rough year. The aftermath of her anger was something I had never experienced. She had so much to say and never stopped saying it. Not that I blamed her.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I knew that better than any person on the planet. I didn't think Selena would ever forgive me. How could she? I had left her, abandoned her, when she needed me the most. I was the lowest piece of shit imaginable. But Selena had a good heart. I never thought she would even give me the time of day. Thankfully, I was wrong.

Selena had me by the balls after that first year—she still did. I would be forever in her debt, not only for giving me a second chance, but also for keeping our secrets. I joked that she was made to be a mafia wife because even in her darkest hour, she never revealed a thing.

Selena and I fought everything out in those few months after she got here. We screamed and yelled until our lungs throbbed. She never once mentioned leaving the island, though, so I knew she was serious about us. If she wanted to leave then I would let her, but she told me it wasn't even an option.

"We're going to make it until one of us is dead! We've worked too hard to just let everything crumble. I'm not giving up."

Those were her exact words.

Selena told me that after a point, she had to let go of her anger or it would eat her up inside. She lived by the "forgive, but not forget" mentality. She was so mature to be so young and I was fortunate for that.

Our relationship now, two years later, was stronger than I remembered it ever being. I realized that there were few things in this world that could kill me. Living without Selena was one of them. I had to take anything that came with that.

She was feistier than ever and still gave me shit every time I made her mad. I think she was over keeping her emotions in. The time for that had passed. I guessed I rubbed off on her more than I knew. We were both extremely opinionated and that, mixed with our stubbornness, was a recipe for disaster.

Some might ask how the hell we could stand each other or even be in a relationship, let alone a successful one. I didn't question it. I just rolled with everything that came my way because above all else, we loved each other.

We fought like cats, but always made up quickly. I knew that at the end of the day, arguments didn't matter. Who really cared if the toothpaste cap wasn't screwed on or the dishes weren't done? We just argued because it was our strange way of having sex… in addition to the physical.

Now, our lives were almost perfect. We didn't have anyone to answer to. That was probably the best part. No ties to the real world so this sense of freedom settled over my life, which was slightly disconcerting at first, but I quickly got used to it.

We lived our lives on and around this island, making trips to Rio whenever we wanted. No one knew the old us, and we had completely new identities. It felt so liberating to be dead.

"Hey, old man!" I heard a deep voice yell from down the beach and even over the music in my ears, it was clear as a bell.

"Urg," I groaned, "leave me alone."

I turned my head to see Alec racing towards me, hands flailing and that damned permanent smile on his face. I spoke too soon with the whole 'no one to answer to' thing. My child—for lack of a better word—was always around.

He was eighteen now and thought he owned the world. He might have grown in size and age, but he was still a kid. He had come with Selena to the island. Before that, I was here by myself.

I made a very dangerous call to him, and only him to get her before Carlisle did. At first, he didn't believe that it was me on the other side of the phone. After all, I was supposed to be dead. I sent a plane for him and he spent about a week down here just looking at me. A couple days after that, he said he wanted to stay. He called Carlisle and told him what was really happening, still keeping the fact that he was going to get Selena, a secret. He came back with her and never looked back. He loved it here just as much as we did. Carlisle told everyone he was away in school in France, I think. He went back to Chicago maybe once a year, usually for Christmas. Only four people on this earth knew what he was really doing.

Selena and I were raising Alec as if he were our own. His physical age might be eighteen, but his mental age was a lot younger. That wasn't his fault, though. He had spent his entire childhood locked up. He never had the chance to grow. He surely was doing a lot of that now.

Almost every day, he was asking me about sex and being ruled by his hormones. On those occasions we traveled to Rio, Alec made use of it, soaking up all the female attention he could. The ladies loved him, and he would smile his bright smile at all of them. He was a seemingly normal teenager. He tried to sneak liquor out of the locked cabinet in the kitchen, took the boats out for joyrides, trashed the house when Selena and I stayed in the city; as normal as can be.

He was like a curious frat boy that I was trying my hardest to raise right. Right, being anything that wasn't me. I hadn't turned out too well. I made a promise to myself that he would be the good Bieber kid. At least Carlisle could be proud of one of us.

"Did you hear me?" Alec panted heavily, his brow drenched in sweat as he plopped down on the sand next to me.

"I heard you, I just chose to ignore you." I shut my eyes, letting the sun soak into my skin.

"You didn't wake me up for our run."

"You were snoring like a bear when I went in to wake you up. Last time I did that, you kicked me in the balls."

"And then you locked me out of the house for a week." He huffed. "I had to sleep outside… in the rain!"

"Serves you right." I chuckled at the memory. "Was Selena up when you left?"

"Yeah, she said you have to hurry up and get back because she's making breakfast."

"I'm surprised you left with cooking food in the house."

"I timed it perfectly. When we get back, everything should be ready." Even with my eyes closed, I could almost see the smile on his face at the thought of breakfast.

"You're so fat." I rolled away from him and started stretching my muscles for the run back.

"You're just jealous because my eight pack is coming in. Do know how hard it is to get this?" Alec ran his hand over the lower, sculpted portion of his stomach. "I was doing crunches for a year."

"And you still don't look as good as me," I gloated.

"I bet I could still beat you back to the house." He took off, kicking his feet in the air, leaving a cloud of dust in my direction.

A second was all I need to get myself into high gear and race after him. It didn't take me long to catch up, and even though I was going to be in so much pain when I woke up tomorrow, I would suffer for the bragging rights.

By the time we got back home, we were both gasping for air and clutching at our knees.

"I win," he exclaimed and leaned up against a palm tree. "I win."

"Like hell you did. I smoked your ass."

"Fuck you." He shoved my shoulder. "I was ten steps in front of you by the time we reached the path. Don't lie. It's okay that you lost."

"I didn't lose," I snarled.

"Maybe next time your old legs will work better for you." He patted my back and almost skipped inside. He was always so fucking happy. I didn't understand it.

I jogged to the side of the large beach house, which had been our home for the past two years, and striped out of the shorts I was in. I spent a couple minutes in the outdoor shower, washing the pesky sand from my body and hair.

That was the one bad thing about living on the beach. The sand was everywhere. I had got used to it somewhat, but when it stayed on my skin for too long, I got very antsy.

After I was certain that my body was free from sand, I turned the water off and grabbed a plush towel out of the cupboard near the shower. I dried my hair and wrapped the towel around my waist before heading inside.

"Where's Selena?" I asked Alec who was shoving food into his mouth at the kitchen counter.

"Upstairs," he gurgled through his eggs.

"I hope you choke," I said as I pushed him off of the stool he was sitting on.

"Put on some fucking clothes!" he shouted at me when I climbed the stairs.

I went into the bedroom and didn't see Selena. I got dressed in what I always wore: swim trunks and a tee shirt. That was all I needed when we weren't doing anything, like today.

It took me one guess as to where Selena was. I walked into the largest room in our house, the library.

She was climbing the ladder up onto the bookshelves, which were neatly organized alphabetically. She was in nothing more than a shirt and dark blue boy shorts, which barely covered her plump ass. They were those skimpy kind, that you would get from Victoria Secret or some shit like that. I just stood there and looked at her, unashamed of myself. Sometimes I swear I was looking at a mirage. Could she still be here?

"Stop eye-fucking me," she said without even turning around. "It's not polite."

"Could you blame me?" I went to the ladder and held it steady as she climbed higher.

"Alec spilled orange juice on my pants. They're being washed and I'm too busy looking for this book to get new ones. You can eye-fuck until I get some clothes."

"Thank you," I replied, being completely honest. "What are you searching for?"

"I just remembered that I didn't finish We the Living before you put it away last night."

"You fell asleep when I was reading. I finished it."

"How thoughtful of you." She started her climb back down.

"Careful there, Clumsy Cathy."

"I'm not clumsy. This ladder isn't straight," Selena complained.

"Always with the excuses?"

"Shut up." She hopped down, standing in front of me in all her glory.

Neither of us had changed much in our appearances. Still the same ole Selena and Justin. Her hair was longer and darker; my hair was shorter and lighter. We looked tanned and fit, like something out of a health magazine, but there wasn't much else to do on this island besides run around all day in the sun.

"What?" she asked, self-conscious from my staring.

"Nothing." I shrugged.

She blushed, deep and full just like I liked it. Selena and I were attuned to each other on a level that I had never heard of before. She thought something, and I could almost tell what it was and vice versa. Now, she was thinking that I needed a kiss.

She rose up on her toes, and our lips touched. The electricity was still there, the fire was still there, and the passion was still there. It was always this way.

Selena just went in for a short kiss this morning because she knew that things could quickly spiral out of control in seconds if we let them.

"I have to go to work tonight, so I need the boat. Don't plan any excursions." She bypassed me, carrying her book, and went out of the library.

I followed her into our room where she was putting on a pair of sweatpants, but then took them off. It was going to be hot out today. She settled for shorts.

"You've been working a lot lately," I commented and sat on the bed.

"The bar needs me. Nahuel fired everyone else."

Selena worked at a club in Rio as a bartender, which I didn't like at all. When she first told me that she wanted to get a job, I was adamantly against it. Why would she need one? We had everything we needed here and more than enough money to live for three lifetimes. Selena said she wanted something to do. I let up a little bit and, of course, she had to get the one job I almost forbid her from having.

Rio was not a safe place to be for anyone to work, let alone in a club. Rowdy international college kids got wasted, men pinched her ass, the drug lords held their meetings in seedy corners, and her boss was a complete douche. Of course, she assured me that none of that happened at her club, but I knew better.

"Maybe you should think about getting a job." Selena scaled the tall bed and straddled me, pushing my body back into the covers.

"I don't want one. Taking care of you two is job enough."

"You're bored here." Her finger traced the stubble on my jaw.

"No, I'm not," I sort of lied.

Sure, there were some days when I wished I had something to do, but I wasn't complaining. My old life might be behind me, although, I was never too far away from it. I dabbled in the stock market for something to do—under an alias of course. I ordered guns and had them shipped to Rio. I even started a drug war last year between two rival gangs. That was fun.

"Idle hands are the devils play things," Selena tsked me.

"My hands are never idle." They traveled over her body, sliding down her back and ending on the ass that I loved so much. I cupped it roughly, and she yelped.

"Oh, Justin. Always looking for a good time." She kissed my chin. "Unfortunately, I'm hungry, so this will have to wait until later."

I almost pouted pitifully at the thought of delayed sexual joy. "You are the worse kind of tease."

"I can't help it." Selena rolled off of me.

I grimaced when the change in position twisted my back into a knot. The base of my spine started to throb, and a pain radiated throughout my lower half. I quickly recovered my face, because Selena would start worrying if she knew.

"Are you coming?" she asked me when she reached the door.

"I'll be down in a second," I said smoothly, not daring to move just yet.

"What's wrong?" Selena questioned anxiously. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." I shook my head.

"You're lying. Oh my God. Is it your back?"

"No," I said stubbornly.

"Turn over," she instructed. "I knew you shouldn't have gone running this morning. You did too much lifting yesterday when you and Alec moved the sofa."

"I'm fine. It's just a little tickle." I rolled over on the bed and felt Selena's warm fingers under my shirt, pressing right where I needed them to.

Selena kneaded my flesh and tenderly released the pressure from my back. I moaned embarrassingly with her touch.

"I told you not to buy that motorcycle, but you just had to beat Alec, didn't you?" she chastised. "This is how people get killed. You are so lucky that it was a minor accident."

"Nothing would have happened if Alec stayed on his side of the road."

"Thank God he didn't get hurt."

"Thank God," I replied sarcastically. "I'm in pain for the rest of my life, but praise the heavens that Alec is okay."

"Serves you right. I told you for months not to ride that thing and you did it anyway. Now, you can barely walk straight." She lightly climbed off of my back and went into the bathroom.

She came back with two little blue pills, and I took them without question, gulping down a bottle of water. I stretched my body back to life and felt incredibly better, just as usual.

"Thank you," I said.

"Old men need their nurses." She grinned as she backed out of the door, pulling me with her.

We separated at the stairs. I went into the library and turned on the computer.

Time to start the day.

I waited for my computer to boot up and put on my glasses, which had become a perpetual fixture on my face anytime I wanted to read something. I flipped through the week's mail on my desk. We never got anything important, because no one knew we were here. Just spam shit and travel brochures but I always checked, anyway.

The only person who knew where exactly we were was Carlisle. I spoke to him for five minutes every other month. That was all the time we got. Basically, I just told him we were alive and well. He said the same and we would hang up. I always had to use a pre-paid phone that I would later throw into the river out back and that was all the communication we had.

I couldn't let myself dwell on the fact that I was lying to my brothers, and worse, my mother. She was never going to forgive me. Alec called her once a month on iChat, under the guise of him being at school. It wasn't going to work forever, but as of now, Esme was none the wiser that Alec was in Brazil. Plus, his Christmas visits seemed to tithe her over throughout the year.

Every day, I wished I could read Selena's mind so that I could see what she was really thinking about her own parents. Did she miss them? Of course she did. She would never tell me and whenever I asked, Selena just ignored it. I was wondering how much longer she would be willing to stay here on this island without seeing Charlie or Renee.

"Yo!" Alec banged through the door of my office, throwing an apple in the air.

"I told you to fucking knock." I tried not to get too annoyed.

"Knocking is overrated," he mocked, sitting in the chair across from me. "Selena said we were going into the city tonight."

"No, we, as in Selena and I, aregoing into the city. She has to work." I was only half talking to him since my computer was up fully and I was now knee deep in stock trading.

"Come on. I want to go too," he groaned.

"The last time we took you with us, you got lost." I took my glasses off with frustration, just remembering the hour we spent roaming the city.

"I forgot what time it was." He shrugged coyly.

"Because you were shitface drunk."

"That wasn't my fault. Someone spiked my drink," he defended.

"Yeah, you." I went back to typing furiously. "Is there anything that you seriously need?"

"No," he rolled his eyes, "but I'm coming. Selena said I could if you said yes."

"The markets are closing in London and opening in New York. I don't have time to deal with you right now."

"Please…" he begged.

"Alright, fine!" I shouted. "Just don't run off."

"Sweet." He took a bite of his apple.

"Get out," I said forcefully.

"Okay, okay. Sheesh." Alec left me alone to my numbers on the computer screen.

I spent about an hour switching a couple million around in whatever I was dealing with these days. I never really paid attention unless I was losing money, which hadn't been the case since we got here. Carlisle had set us up with a nice nest egg that was now climbing upwards of fifty million thanks to my skillful management.

Sometime after lunch—or maybe it was closer to dinner, I wasn't sure—there was a soft knock at my door.

"Come in," I said.

"You've been in here all day." Selena walked into the room and sat on my desk. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Making money."

"Making money that we don't need."

"Everyone needs money, Selena."

"Hmmmm," she dejected.

I continued to focus my attention on my computer. I knew Selena wanted to say something, but it was best to just let her say it when she wanted. If I pushed her, she would never talk.

It took ten minutes of silence before I got another peep out of her. "Um, have you talked to your father this month?"

"No. I haven't had the chance yet," I sighed, not wanted to get into this right now. I never talked to Carlisle on my own volition. Selena literally had to force me to make the call. I was still too pissed at him for some of the things he did. Selena might be able to forgive, but I'd never lived by that philosophy.

The truth was, even though I talked all this shit about love and living a new life here on the island, I was just as bad as I was before. Maybe even worse. There were some days when I thought I was agoraphobic. I hated to be around people because they all annoyed the shit out of me. It was as if people were put on this earth just to piss me off. I had a short temper, which provided me with tons of trouble and my inability to interact with others kind of made living here ideal. Selena was the exception. She was the only woman I would ever love in my own special way. My cold heart hadn't melted for anyone else.

My aggravation with the world unfortunately was sometimes released on my father. It was best if I took medication before calling him.

"It's been a long time," Selena reminded me. "I'm sure he's worried about you."

I nodded. "Which is why he was so quick to ship me off."

"Justin, let it go. He was protecting you and it was for your own good."

"He's weak," I accused. "He has no backbone."

"He saved your life."

"Maybe, but I wouldn't have run away if I had my choice."

"And you would have been dead. You have the stubborn nature of a jackass." She smiled dryly. "I find it cute, but others don't."

"You put up with me because you have to."

"True." Selena hopped off of my desk and headed out of the door. "Call him! And ask how Charlie's doing."

I sighed heavily before reaching into my desk for one of the hundreds of cheap, plastic, pre-paid cell phones. I ripped the package open and put in the battery, waiting for it to power up. I dialed the very familiar number and waited for it to ring.

"Hello," someone answered quickly.

"Hi, Dad."

Rio

SELENA POV

"Man is free at the moment he wishes to be."-Voltaire

All things Twilight related belong to Stephenie Meyer

I shut the door to Justin's office and tried not to listen to his phone conversation with Carlisle. I desperately wanted to—I always did.

I slowly went downstairs and found Alec in front of the TV. I plopped down on the soft green couch next to him.

"What's up, Bug?" he asked me.

"I'm bored and I don't have to be at work for another few hours."

"Go read. Isn't that what you always do?" he snickered.

"No," I said in an annoyed voice, "I have a life."

I actually did like it on this island, even though I wished sometimes that I had more interaction with people. That was what the bar was for though. I could work a couple nights a week and feel like I was important and not just wasting away. The only problem was it could get incredibly boring on long days, such as this, when Justin was busy playing with money of whatever the hell he did. Cabin fever was starting to set in. But I chose to be here. This place was better for Justin and me. Here, on the island, we were free and could just be Selena and Justin.

"We could go for a swim," Alec suggested.

"You look ready." I noticed him in nothing more than swim trunks. That's all he ever wore these days.

"I was planning on it later after my movie goes off."

"I don't want to swim today."

"Let's go shoot something." He got overly excited. "Justin bought me a new gun the other day. I can't wait to try it out."

I didn't really have any choice in the matter. Alec took my hand and pulled me from the couch roughly. We went to Justin's very special 'gun room' and searched through the wide array of options. Everything was ordered and coordinated to Justin's specific guidelines.

"Can you not break anything?" I warned Alec, "You know how he gets."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Over the years, I had become somewhat of an aficionado in things that went 'boom'. Justin called me a small dynamo with a gun. I certainly had more of a love for them than I used to. I knew the makes, models, size, weight; almost everything about every piece of firepower made. That was all thanks to Justin, but I studied hard.

"I love it here," Alec sighed in awe as his hands traveled over the smooth steel of guns.

I tried lifting a large semi-automatic off of the wall, but it was too heavy for me and I stumbled backwards. I was still determined to use it and tried to act like it wasn't a problem for me.

He snatched it from my hands easily. "Silly, Selena. Small girls can't handle big guns."

"I can so. I choose not to," I said stubbornly.

Alec gave me a smaller one. "There you go. A military grade Beretta 7301."

"It's a girl gun." I weighted it in my hand.

"You do have a vagina, don't you?" He smirked at took the larger one for himself.

"I swear, you get more like Emmett every day." I shook my head, grabbing a couple of rounds for later and following Alec out of the room.

I grabbed my sunglasses on the way and put them on as the sticky, humid heat that had become a constant in my new Brazilian home started to make me sweat instantly. Thankfully, the one thing I never had to worry about here was my hair. It didn't frizz for whatever reason.

It was the small pleasures that counted.

"Wow, it's a hot one out today," Alec observed, like I couldn't feel it myself. "Should have brought a bottle of water. Oh and Justin said I could go with you guys into the city. I need a few things."

"Okay, but we'll leave you if you get lost again."

"I didn't get lost. You two left me...I just so happened to find my way into that strip club. It wasn't my fault. I was so torn up that the nice ladies decided to console me." He replied innocently.

"You're worse than Emmett," I grumbled.

Alec was, for all intents and purposes, my child. For the past two years, Justin and I had been raising him and trying to do a good job. We didn't really have a choice, but I didn't mind. I actually enjoyed taking care of someone and Alec made life fun. There were some days when I wanted to rip my hair out, though. He was a handful. I had to remind myself that even though he was legally an adult now, he was still a child mentally, and Justin was determined to make him into a good man. Alec should be a little more mature, but he went from being locked up to being babied by Esme and Carlisle. He never really had a chance to live as an adult or be independent. We were trying to find the balance between letting him go and keeping him safe.

As we made our way through the thick, green foliage of the island, I took in deep breaths of the sea air.

"We're here," Alec announced when we came to a clearing. Swaying palm trees blew in the wind and colorful birds cawed above us.

We were standing in a field on the opposite side of the house with targets set up a couple of yards out. Our weekly ritual of weapons training had become one of my favorite times. It was fun and made me feel powerful, in control and I was actually kind of good at it.

We positioned ourselves in our normal spots and Alec shoved a pair of ear mufflers over my head.

"You're not holding it right," Alec informed me before I could even begin to shoot.

"Why not?" I looked down at the gun in my hands. "This is how Justin told me to hold it."

"Because he has bigger hands than you." Alec repositioned the pistol. "Your hands need to be closer together so you have a better hold on it."

"I've been shooting a gun for years and you've never said anything before."

"I don't think I ever noticed it," he chuckled. "Now we're ready."

The feeling of a gun in my hand had become natural. I wasn't a master like Justin or Alec, but I was getting better. I had spent time in this field, practicing and honing my skills for if I ever had to use them. Justin was convinced that we weren't going anywhere anytime soon. I, on the other hand, was less than convinced. I just… had a feeling.

The kickback from the Beretta was powerful and brought me out of my thoughts. I had to steady myself a couple of times before I got the hang of it and unloaded the pistol until the clip was empty. I wiped my sweaty palms on the rough fabric of my shorts and pulled off my sunglasses.

"Nice shots." Alec squinted into the sunlight.

We walked slowly towards the paper bull's-eye targets, which were posted on the trunks of some rather large trees.

"My shooting is so perfect. I need to be in the Olympics."

"What are you talking about? Your grouping is off," I observed and pulled his target from the tree. "What the hell were you doing?"

"I was concentrating." He looked over my shoulder at the paper, "Those are beautiful shots. Don't be jealous."

"You need to get your eyes checked. You have five shots not even on the paper." I ran my hands over the markings on the bark of the poor tree.

"Well, it's hard to control a semi-automatic machine gun, Selena. And yours isn't much better."

"I beg to differ." I pulled my target down. "Fifteen shots all in the red or yellow. That's the best yet." I folded up the paper and put it in my pocket to show Justin later.

"Whatever." Alec put up fresh targets. He replaced his ear mufflers and stomped back over to his spot across the field. Like his brother, Alec was the worst kind of loser.

I rolled my eyes and reclaimed my spot as well. He replaced the cartridge in his gun and I did the same, ready to resume shooting.

I had gotten through about half the rounds when I felt warm hands on my hips and a voice in my ear, "Spread your legs for me."

"What?" I was taken off guard and shot into the air.

"They're too close together. Your stance is a little off."

I did as he said and immediately noticed the difference in my arms, which felt lighter. The bullets seemed to just ease out of the gun, and even though I couldn't see the target all too well because of the distance, I knew they were hitting their mark.

Justin's hands crept up my body and along my arms until they were cupping my own around the gun.

"Take a deep breath, steady your core, and then shoot," Justin instructed. Of course, with him being so close and whispering in my ear, I certainly wasn't thinking about guns anymore. I suddenly wanted to be bent over and had very dirty thoughts going through my head.

Even after all these years, he had the same effect on me.

"I can't concentrate with you here." I nudged him.

"You have to stay focused, Selena." His lips descended on my neck, and he began pulling down one shoulder of my shirt so that the skin was exposed, "Just make sure you keep your eyes on the prize."

The mixture of heat and sexual tension was incredibly stifling.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop that," Alec ordered. "We didn't come out here for you two to sex it up."

"I fucking hate you. Mind your own business." Justin scowled and slapped the back of his head. "And your shooting sucks."

"You both need to leave me alone. My shooting is perfect." He argued, "I'm a master, damn it!"

"Alright, you two." I stopped them before this turned into a giant fight, which wouldn't have been out of the norm. "I have to get to work."

Justin took the gun out of my hands and put it in the waist of his shorts. I grabbed his hand and hurriedly rushed him away from Alec, who had a murderous look on his face. Justin and I jumped over fallen trees and waded through thick grasses on our way back to the house with Alec clumping behind us.

We were all quiet, just listening to the sounds of the tropical rain forest around us for the fifteen minutes it took to get back home. The sun was beginning to set above the clouds and an almost pink hue was shooting over the sky.

Our beach house was untouched by modernity on the outside and reminded me of something you might see in a travel brochure.

"I'm going to get a shower." I said when I placed the gun back in its spot in the room.

"Alright, I'll have Alec start the boat." Justin replied, moving the pistol two centimeters to the left.

I left the boys downstairs and ran into my bedroom. I stripped out of my sticky clothes and climbed into the shower after I tested the water to make sure it was the way I wanted it.

All the water for our little home was originally salt water that was purified. Justin explained the process to me one time, but I didn't really know the specifics. In any case, it was warm, soothing, and smelled incredibly sweet. The water ran over my body and allowed me to unwind from my not so stressful day. My arms were kind of sore from holding up that gun so I stayed in the shower a little longer than normal.

When I was done, I wrapped a plush white towel around my body and had to wipe the steam from the mirror so that I could see myself.

I hadn't changed at all in what seemed like years. I still had the face of a teenager, which was kind of embarrassing. My hair was fuller and maybe a little longer and I guess I had a slight tan. That was a new look for me. The perpetual pale girl from Washington now looked like a beach bunny—or so Justin said. I still saw the flaws most of the time.

I started applying makeup, which my boss swore was a part of my "uniform". I never really wore it until about a year ago when I started going into Rio. I worked in a fucking club with pulsing lights and loud music. It wasn't like anyone was looking at the face of one of the bartenders, but Nahuel was convinced that I needed it. I guess I couldn't complain since I made a buttload of tips, but I still found it a little unnecessary.

As I was applying a thin dusting of blush over my cheeks, Justin came into the bathroom with angry growl.

"I can't wait until we ship him off to a fucking college somewhere." He stopped himself from punching the wall.

"What did he do now?"

"We broke my gun… My new gun, Selena."

"Sorry?"

"And it's not like I can have it fixed so I have to buy a new one and that was fucking hard to get."

"Alright, well no need in getting stressed over it."

He exhaled, running a hand through his full hair. As was his calming technique, he pinched the bridge of his nose, and then leaned on the counter. I continued to beautify myself while he reduced his heart rate. It was actually kind of interesting to watch with his ticks and mannerisms.

"Are you better?" I asked after five minutes.

"Yes," Justin crossed his arms, "what time do we have to leave?"

"In about an hour. Tonight's my long night too, so we'll be out until probably one."

Justin just sat on the counter, watching me as I continued to get ready. He did that a lot.

The best thing about our relationship was that we didn't have to talk all the time. We could sit for hours and only utter a few words between us and it was still as powerful as if we'd talked each other's ears off.

As I looked at him in the mirror, I asked myself how it was still possible that I loved him as much as I did. Sure, we had hard times after that first year and almost brought the house down with our shouting, but it had to be done. We didn't have any choice but to shout out everything that had built up over our separation.

My main argument was that I lost absolutely everything: my family, friends, my education, and… well, everything. What had Justin lost? He argued that being separated from me for two years was enough. I didn't like that excuse and it pissed me off to now end at how quickly he thought we could just go back to being us.

I had too much anger to do that.

With time though, it did happen. I realized that there wasn't much I could do about it. It happened and it was in the past. We both hurt and had both lost. We were working on our future now. That was what was important to me. I shed tears for this man and I wasn't letting him go now. We were in too deep for that. I guess our relationship wasn't what you would expect from a twenty-two and twenty-nine year old. We were like an old couple who had been together since birth.

There had been a lot of trust issues that we had to work through, mainly on my part, but Justin surprisingly had suggested therapy. We both saw someone in Rio separately and then together, under aliases, of course, but it did help.

"I don't like you working in that bar?" Justin voiced his opinion for the hundredth time.

"I know you don't and I'll find a new job soon. Just for now, let me stay there. It's fun."

He grumbled something undistinguishable.

I let my eyes travel sneakily up his body in the mirror until I caught a glimpse of his right shoulder that was barely covered by his shirt. The white angel wings were always there, always a reminder.

Not a day went by that I didn't think about her.

I didn't really know if my baby was a girl or not, but I felt she was. I had named her Elizabeth and it helped me heal to think of my lost child as an actual person, rather than a fetus. It still hurt sometimes, but at least I wasn't crying anymore. Besides Justin, Alec was the only one who even knew I was pregnant. We had told him and he was amazingly comforting when Justin couldn't find the right words.

I didn't really know how Justin felt about her. He never said much, but he always held me when I cried. He knew that Elizabeth meant the world to me and always listened. I talked a lot about it in therapy for that year and I did eventually heal.

Now, we almost never mentioned about her. Justin said he was sad about it, but still found it hard to wrap his mind around being a father. I hadn't even dared to bring up children because I knew Justin wouldn't be too fond of the idea. He claimed that if it was what I wanted, then we could try, but kids weren't on his 'to do' list at the moment. To be honest, they weren't really on mine either. I wasn't ready.

Justin noticed me looking at his tattoo that symbolized our baby girl and quickly covered his shoulder. I averted my eyes.

"You're shaking," he said quietly.

"Am I?" I asked stupidly. "I didn't even notice. I'm fine."

"I can get rid of the tattoo if…"

"No, don't you dare." I cut him off, "I need it there. It's a good reminder."

Justin pulled me close to his body, wrapping his arms around my hips and kissing my temple. "Are you okay?"

"She would have been four." I exhaled, willing myself not to tear up. I hadn't in a long time and I wasn't going to let myself start now. "I wonder what she would look like."

"Like you," he answered. "Long brown hair, massive brown eyes, a sweet face…"

"Or like you." I smiled sadly in the mirror. "Can you believe it? Four years old. We wouldn't know what to do with ourselves. A little girl, running around like a crazy person."

"I don't know if we would have made it." He chuckled, kissing me again, "I might have snapped by now."

"Maybe." I started reapplying my makeup. "I'm almost ready."

"Okay." He let me go and went into the bedroom.

I dressed in my jean shorts, a simple white shirt, and white sneakers that would glow in the fluorescent lights of the club. My hair was left down for now, but I made sure to have a band to put it up once we got into the heat of Rio.

"Are you ready?" Justin asked when I came out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, let's go."

We traveled downstairs and I realized I was already running late when the sun started setting completely behind the horizon.

Alec already had the boat untied from the dock and idling in the water. Justin was always concerned with me tripping, so he carried me the five feet to the boat.

"Finally. I was waiting forever." Alec took off once Justin and I were seated, "You two were probably having sex again. Disgusting."

"Just drive the fucking boat." Justin snapped.

I only worked during the weekends so that was usually when we went into the city. While I was at the bar, Justin would usually go grocery shopping or buy whatever we needed for the week. Alec almost never came with us because he was too difficult to keep track of without a cell phone. I was wondering what they were going to do tonight.

"Charlie's fine," Justin said to me over the roar of the engine. "Carlisle's been checking up on him."

"How was his wedding?" I asked, trying not to sound sad that I wasn't able to attend.

"Nice. He's happy."

"That's all I care about then."

After I was released from prison and kidnapped by Justin, I found out that Charlie was looking for me. I sent him a postcard, stamped from Spain when I first got here, that basically said I was fine and he shouldn't worry about me. I told him I would be home sometime, but I didn't know when. It was selfish of me to leave him hanging that way, but what more could I do? It was too risky to keep sending him letters, and I couldn't just call him whenever I wanted.

Justin asked Carlisle to keep tabs on him for me. I think he had someone watching him. I got a report whenever they talked. He was always fine. He missed me, but found solace in the lady who owned the diner in Forks. They had got engaged last year and Charlie finally took the plunge at the beginning of the New Year.

Of course I missed both him and Renee, but I knew I would see them again. It was never our intent to stay on this island forever and we just had to wait out our self-imposed sentence. I didn't know when we would be back, but I knew Charlie would be there to lovingly kick my ass when I got off of the plane. He was not going to be happy with me. I guess that made me more apprehensive to leave the island one day. Who knows what people would have to say when we got back?

I couldn't think too much more about the life I left behind because the blinding lights of Rio were coming into view.

They say that New York is the city that never sleeps, but obviously, whoever crated that maxim hadn't visited Rio. There was some sort of carnival or celebration going on every single day, and it was hard to even imagine a city like this existed. The noise was just unbelievable, and the streets were always packed with people, dancing or drinking in ordered chaos. It was a place filled with such life that you couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, ground rules." Justin spoke mostly to Alec as we pulled into the dock of the harbor. "You stay with me at all times. I won't have you running off again."

"Can't I stay with Selena? Her club is so much cooler than whatever the hell you've got going on," Alec argued.

"No, she can't keep an eye on you like I can. If you get arrested, you're staying in jail because I'm not coming to bail you out."

"Okay, fine."

"We need milk," I informed them both when Justin shut off the engine, "and cereal so make sure to get some. Also, batteries, I think."

"For your vibrator?" Alec asked seriously.

"You're so gross." I pulled at my hair and shuddered.

Justin helped me onto the dock and Alec followed behind us as we made our way into the city. The club was just a few blocks away so we didn't need to take a taxi or anything like that. It was only nine at night, but the streets were already buzzing with the anticipation of a fun night.

"Okay, so I have my emergency cell phone if you need me," Justin said when we got to the club. "Make sure you call."

"I will, Justin. Nothing is going to happen."

He was always so worried about me working here. He said it wasn't the proper place for me. He also hated my boss with a passion. Justin thought he treated me rudely and said so on multiple occasions to his face. It was a wonder that I wasn't fired by now.

"Just make sure you tell that fucking boss of yours to keep himself in line"

I nodded.

"I'll be back later to pick you up." Justin kissed me shortly before being dragged down the street and into the crowd by Alec.

I went inside to an already packed club. It didn't even have a name. Nahuel said that it didn't need one. People just knew about it and came for a good time. The place was huge, with three floors, and it was one of the hotspots for all the college kids who wanted to get completely smashed. I don't think we turned anyone away from a drink.

"Charlotte is here!" a fellow bartender, Zafrina, shouted over the music. "Couldn't come soon enough. I'm bored."

"Yes, I'm here. Let the party begin." I smiled, putting my hair up and going behind the bar on the first floor.

Me, and a couple other people controlled the bar downstairs. We got the people when they were first coming out for a good night, not too drunk yet. To everyone on the mainland, I was known as Charlotte Masen, the new wife of Peter Masen, and we lived somewhere outside of the city; I never said where.

It was amazing how naive people were. When we first started coming to the city and telling people that lie, I was terrified that someone was going to know who we were, but Justin convinced me not to worry. Just like he said, they believed anything I said and why wouldn't they? I wasn't a threat. I was just a young bride from the states who happened to be here on business with her husband—nothing more, nothing less.

"It's been so boring." Jack, another bartender leaned on his elbows. "No one wants drinks this early in the night."

"I see you have a lot of tips in your pockets." I checked our supply of liquor and wrote down anything we needed for when Nahuel made his hourly checks. I was a shift manager, so I was expected to be on top of things on at all times.

"That's because I'm so sexy. Get a little vodka in these ladies and they'd take home the Elephant Man," he replied.

"Too bad you're gay, huh?" Zafrina giggled. She was a massive woman with muscles that made her a very imposing woman. Everyone was scared of her until she actually said something and you realized that she was a sweetheart.

"Yeah, too bad, but if I keep my mouth shut then they'll never know. Just look and don't touch is my motto." Jack wiggled his eyebrows. "Speaking of, where is that fine husband of yours, Marie?"

"Out grocery shopping or whatever the hell he does." I shrugged, still tending to the alcohol supply.

"You two are so cute together," Zafrina sighed, longingly. "I need a man. Find me one, Charlotte."

"I can't help you there. I have enough trouble keeping up with the two I have at home."

"Oh, that's right. I forgot Alex was eighteen. He's legal!" she shouted. Alec, or Alex as he was known, just loved coming in here for the simple reason that everyone fawned over him. Justin could do without the attention, but Alec craved it.

"He's not an option for you," I said, the protective side of me peeking out.

"I think he likes me." She sauntered off, swaying her hips to the beat of the music that was just starting to pump louder as the night really began to pick up.

"Charlotte!" a thunderous voice shouted.

I saw my boss pushing through people to get to the bar.

"Hi, Nauhel. Do you want a drink?" I asked as nice as possible.

"Not right now. What have I told you about wearing your hair up?" he sneered.

"But it's so hot in here."

"I don't care. You don't look good with it up. People don't drink if their servers look like shit."

"Fine." I pulled the band out and pulled my hair over one shoulder so that I would have some sort of ventilation. "Is that better?"

"Eh. It'll do." He shrugged. Nauhel was a small pipsqueak of a man, almost as small as me. He always had a toothpick in his mouth and was a complete miser. He never wasted a cent if he didn't have to. His dark skin looked like leather and had scars over it that suggested he had been through some pretty rough shit, but no one ever asked.

"We need some stuff." I handed him the list I made when I came in and he snatched it from me roughly, reviewing it with quick eyes.

"I just put some Captain Morgan back there an hour before you came."

"Well, it's gone now. And some Grey Goose," I tacked on. "That always goes fast."

"Fine. I'll send someone with it all later. Get to work!" he yelled and stalked away.

"What a bastard." Zafrina stood next to me, shadowing over my tiny frame. "I think we should start a union."

"You can start a union and I'll watch. Besides, that'll just give Peter more of a reason to beat the shit out of him."

"Well he needs his shit kicked. He's so rude." She rolled her eyes, slithering away. "Oh, I think you have your first customer of the night."

A man sat in front of me.

"Hi." I smiled widely, flirting just a little. "What can I get you?"

"Um, I'm not sure. It's my first night here. What's good?" He searched the massive selection of drinks behind me.

"We have a Rio Slammer that everyone loves. Taste good without getting you hammered in three sips."

"What's in it?" he asked, sitting at the bar.

"Sweet and sour mix, orange juice, cranberry juice, gin, peach liquor, and a touch of lime."

"It's not a girly drink is it?" He scrunched his nose up.

"No, it's not." I laughed, "You can have a regular beer."

"No, I think I'll brave the slammer," he said loudly.

"Okay, then." I started mixing easily. After a year at this, I had the menus memorized and could pretty much do it with my eyes closed.

The man was obviously not from around here, as evident from his pale skin and touristy shirt that he probably bought at one of the vendors outside. He had spiky hair and talked with a thick American accent.

"Where are you from?" I asked when I was putting the final touches on his drink.

"Texas." He nodded. "First time in Brazil."

"Are you liking it?"

"Yes, it's a lot, but I've never been to a place like this. Where are you from?"

"California. I'm here with my husband. He does business down here," I lied without hesitation or thought. I almost believed it myself.

"What kind of business does he do?" the man asked when I handed him his drink.

"Import and export. Mostly chocolate and coffee."

"Cool." He grinned and took a sip. "Wow, this is amazing."

"Thank you. I added some sarsaparilla with you being from Texas and all."

"I can taste it." He shook his head to clear it. "That is some strong stuff."

"Glad you're enjoying." I moved onto a new costumer who had just asked me for a simple coke and Bacardi. "So how long are you here?" I asked the same guy sitting in front of me.

"Just for another week," he answered.

I could tell that he was a moneymaker. He was going to give me all the tips I needed tonight if I just kept him talking.

"You should go check out the mango festival they're having next weekend. Free drinks here during happy hour."

"I'll be sure to do that." He shifted on the stool like he was uncomfortable and pulled something dark and metal from under him. He set the gun on the counter, either not caring that it was out in full view or already too drunk to realize it.

I froze when I saw it and tried to regain my composure before he saw me. I went back to making drinks like nothing was wrong. It wasn't like we didn't ever have some seedy shit go down in the bar, but I just didn't expect him to pull that out of his belt.

"Am I allowed to have this in here? It's not loaded or anything," he said, pointing to the impressive gun.

"Uh, no. You can't have that."

"I figured. Well then, I guess I need to go." He downed the rest of his drink and got up from his seat, taking his gun with him. "Oh, I didn't get your name. I think I should know for when I come back next weekend for my free drink."

"Charlotte," I said and felt like I shouldn't even give him that. "I'll be here for that free drink."

"I'm hoping so. I'm Ben, by the way." He smiled and handed me a hundred American dollar bill. "I'll be back."

I took the money and put it in my tip jar as he walked through the crowd.

"You got a hundred bucks?" Jack snuck up behind me, flipping a bottle of vodka over his head. "Did you flash him or something? I can do that."

"No, we just kept talking. I told you to be nicer to your peoples."

"Being nice is overrated."

"You sound like Peter."

"Oh, God. I hope so. I wouldn't mind looking like him too."

I pushed Jack back to work and tried not to think about the creepy man with the gun as I stalked up the length of the bar, looking for someone to serve.

The hours passed on as they normally did with people getting drunker by the second. The music and lights were urging everyone to dance. The leeway of Sunday morning meant that everyone could get shitfaced tonight and not have to worry about their hangovers.

By the time midnight arrived, the scene was frenzied with fist pumping at its fullest and hair swinging, making everyone dizzy. Of course the clubs stayed open until the sun rose in Rio, but I usually only worked until about one.

I was watching the clock closely and just as usual, when the hands struck one, I spotted Justin pushing through people with a glare on his face. He arrived at the bar and plopped down on a stool in front of me.

"Why are there so many people in here?" he shouted. His lip was cracked and red.

"Because it's fun," I replied sarcastically. "Duh. Did you get into a fight."

"Can I have a drink? And yes, I did."

"What was it this time?"

"Someone owed me money, don't ask."

"Your usual, sir?" I flirted. "Or would you like to try something different?"

"The normal will be fine. Do I have to pay extra for the sexy bartender?"

"You're so cheesy." I rolled my eyes and gave Justin his scotch.

"I am not," he argued, gulping his drink easily. "It's called romance, Charlotte."

"Excuse me. I didn't know."

Jack snaked up from nowhere. "Hi, Peter."

"Oh, hello." Justin kind of turned away from him. He was always very uncomfortable when Jack started hitting on him. It was hilarious to watch.

"It's nice to see you again. You haven't visited me in a while." Jack actually batted his eyelashes.

"I've uh… been busy."

"Well, don't be such a stranger." Jack winked at me before going back to showing off in front of the ladies for tips.

"Maybe you should stop coming in here." I barely held in my laughter.

"Maybe I should," he agreed. "Isn't there some sort of policy against his shameful behavior?"

"Look around, this is the definition of sleaziness."

Before Justin even had the chance to say anything in response, Nauhel shuffled through the crowd with a purpose. "Charlotte! Get in the back and clean up."

"I'm about to leave. I'm actually already off of the clock."

"Well, some girl took a shit in the ladies' room and missed the toilet, so I need you to go handle it."

"Get someone else to do it." I shuddered.

"Don't you have a cleaning crew for that?" Justin asked him in a strained voice.

"Oh, you're here." Nahuel said with distaste in his voice. "Charlotte, get your ass back there and clean it up."

Justin smashed his glass against the counter, and it shattered in his hand. He started bleeding immediately, but didn't seem to care as he stood up from his seat. Everyone around him kind of backed up in surprise.

"You need to have a little more respect for your employees, especially her." Justin was trying hard not to kill Nauhel. I could see it in his face.

"She works for me and if I need something cleaned, then she'll do it."

"If you ever talk to her like that again, I'll break your jaw."

"I pay her good fucking money and I'm not giving your precious Charlotte preferential treatment just because you threaten me on a daily basis."

"I've held my tongue for too fucking long and I'm tired of hearing you talk to her like she's some kind of barn animal. Apologize," he ordered.

"I'm not apologizing." He laughed. "Come in here again and I'll have you arrested."

"Go ahead and call them because I'm about to kill you," Justin snarled. He took the first step and I wasn't going to make it over the bar in time before he busted my boss' head in.

Thankfully, Alec was there in an instant, whispering in his ear and pulling him backwards. When I saw Justin's hand clasped around the golden gun at his side, I knew it was time to go.

"So fucking hot," Jack muttered as I ran past him and into the crowd.

I pushed Justin out of the crowd but could still hear Nauhel's voice. "Bring him in here again, Charlotte, and you're fired."

Justin was literally shaking when we were in the streets. He punched the wall of a building where Alec took us and ground his teeth together at the pain.

"Stop it." I took his hand, which was still bleeding and wrapped it in a towel that I had grabbed from the bar, making sure that there was no glass in his cuts. "You can't do that to my boss."

"You're not working for that bastard anymore. Fuck him and his shit club."

"Seriously, Selena. Why are you working there?" Alec asked me, peeking around the corner to see if anyone noticed us.

"Nahuel treats everyone that way. I would say something if he just talked to me so nastily, but everyone gets his shit."

I looked to make sure no one was watching us. I could have sworn that I saw Ben from the bar, leaning against a wall against the street and smoking a cigarette, but when I looked again, he was gone.

"I'll burn that place down before you step in there again." Justin was breathing harshly and not showing any signs of calming down.

When I was done tending to his hand, I hugged him close to me. That seemed to be the only thing worked. I could hear his heart thundering in his chest and even in the warm heat of the night, I could feel his skin burning.

"Just breathe," I told him. "Don't think about it."

"You're not going back." He hugged me tightly. "I won't stand for anyone talking to you like that."

"Okay, I won't go back," I said. "If it upsets you too much then I won't."

"I think we should go," Alec said. "I think he called the police."

Justin unwrapped his arms from around me, took my hand with his uninjured one, and rushed into the pulsing crowd of Rio, heading towards the docks to go home.

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Episode #10: "This is why people hate the gays” - Michael

Oh my fucking god did y’all see that tribal I was like butch it’s me I’m going like bye bye omg but NO it was simply a vote reveal and the idol WILL be mine

So a few things to go over...

One, the plan to get rid of Felix was successful and bought me and Michael another day...HOWEVER, it would appear that I was not the first person to make it to the end of the bridge, which is a shame cuz I REALLY needed this idol, but it's okay.

Because Michael is still gonna be considered a bigger threat than me, and the most likely to go home if we both don't win immunity. That being said, I'm REALLY hoping I can pull this immunity off cuz it'd just be nice to not have to worry about it being me at tribal.

i'm on highkey alert starting now.... this round (and honestly for the rest of the game) is prime time for blindsides and the waters are ripe for it... i really wouldn't be shocked if i'm targeted and have to play my idol hmph. i really really really just want to be able to use it successfully and i will feel content af with my game no matter what happens...

my plan to take out jones is slowly unfolding, i worked on ryan earlier, and got him to see jones as a ringleader.. and he wants her out soon.. which is perfect for me hehe.. i just dropped some hints here and there that she has a lot of connections.. and now he's paranoid that she's gonna bring together a group of michael/david/mo/ahrre... which is perfect for me since i can use him to take her out... funny enough im not sure when i should take out ryan, he's definitely a threat going forward... but if i play my cards right i can take both of them out because i'm also painting ryan as a big target to some of the others hehe.. im trying not to overplay rn bc my ass is not on the line for votes currently, one misstep and I'm gone

im so mad.. rn LMAOAOAOAO like. jones is overplaying as hell n i want michael gone SOOOOOO BAD but i gotta be fake af.. almsldndg

me n ryan r the best duo tho like.. i think ive convinced everyone thet we arent as together as they think umu

So Felix went home. Which I knew about despite voting for Michael. I thought it was gonna be like 5-5 and tobi was considering to flip to avoid rocks. I didnt want Felix gone personally so I sent in a vote for Michael knowing it wouldnt change the outcome.

Jones is really overplaying wanting this next vote to be a split vote. Like no its 3-3-3 that way. THATS NOT SAFE. ITS ASKING for someone to flip. NO. Jones is going home this round or next round. Thats the T.

extra shit.. me tobi rhys ryan are all mad susp of miss jones and i think im tryna convince all of them to stick wth her plans until f7 and us 4 can cut her ass out of the equation :) yayayaya im excited. girl deserves it after her overplaying last week as much as i love her

Wiggling my way out of danger was a huge success, now i'm just hoping to lay low and not cause much drama and basically let the larger players; David, Rhys, Jones take one another out which will allow me to hopefully slip through the cracks and make it far.

nvm idk how to feel ab my position anymore ignore all previous confessionals that i praise myself LMAOAOAOAOA

It’s critical that I try my best to win immunities since my name and David’s is on the line and I’d rather he’d go than me. My best plan is to use Jones to my advantage she has a lot of sway with the other side and by playing off her need to be the leader and to have power to keep me in this game. Everybody wants power and everyone wants control and if Jones thinks that she has control over both sides of the tribe then she’s not gonna get suspicious and take me out.

So I’m a little disheartened by the touchy subjects results. I won “the biggest goat” and “who doesn’t deserve to be here” and it sucks because these people are my friends and I guess most of them think this. But water off a ducks back, I’m going to smile and keep moving forward. I wanna win.

Another day another update. So from were we left off Felix did end up going home good shit he didn't have an idol. He did play the vote reveal thing but I doubt that changed anything in the slightlest lel. That attempt from Scott to save face by also voting Felix is cute tho hehe.

Anyhow so after that we went to touchy subjects which tbh I was waiting because that would be an opening in my game. So Ryan and Rhys think I'm a goat which it's not suprising considering they're the ones I talk to the least. However most importantly Mo was picked as the goat by the most people.

Now this is a tough game and everyone is putting a lot of effort into it so imo it's not easy to point out a goat and Mo is understandably feeling down because he's as much into this game as everyone else. So I knew this was my opportunity to make a move because Mo will be wanting to prove himself to others so if I'm gonna try something this is my best oportunity to get his vote.

Now I grab Michael and David as well who are in a desperate spot and BAM we have the underground boys. So now the plan is simple. Tobi told me they want to split the votes between Mo and Michael in case Michael has an idol, so we get them to split then Mo and me flip and hopefully get someone.

That someone should be Ryan IMO because he's def a duo with rhys and even a stronger duo with Scott. So birds one stone. Plus he called me a goat so hey thre's that :)

lmfao i'm getting dead silence from half the tribe and totally awkward conversation from Jones... definitely getting the vibe that i'm the target. I know Scott got tea from Tobi that Jones has concocted some scheme to split the vote on me and/or rhys or something to that extent? idek i need the full picture tomorrow but lol. should be a fun show no matter what happens

Ok so Michael, David, Fabricio and I formed an alliance because were kind of on the outs. I know this is weird because I had rough pasts with all of them but I really like this alliance. Now, do I trust Michael? Absolutely fucking not, he already lowkey threw me under the bus after the alliance was made. By telling Jones I told him. So I want him gone soon.

bih.. i aint in the mood today at all..

first of all last night touchy subjects. david wins lol x. i get most trusted n least trusted bc thats a thing ig. werk mama.

then to make matters worse... miss jones wants to split on either me or ryan incase michael idols ...

n now ive told tobi abou t my idol n idk why im just feelin quirky n cool lol

I have to laugh... this game gets wilder by the minute... my position right now is really fragile but its good if i play it right... right now i have a lot of influence over what happens hehe... like i swear to god i feel cocky but lets review some things. 1. Jones is wrapped around my finger... i've been playing this whole super supportive ally and she even gave us the name "kermit and miss piggy" for our duo (me being miss piggy obv) and i've been working hard on her.. i got her to realize michael was actually super manipulating and was using her for a lot of things.. which is funny because that's exactly what im doing to her... she even showed me some stuff he wrote to her and i was consistently telling her that im trying to protect her from being manipulated by him... i swear to god im evil HAHA and like i love her and all but she's a huge social threat and if i see a clear shot im gonna take her out 2. scott scott scott... we were sharing idol guesses a few days ago and he went ghost on me on the guesses... i had suspicions that he was close to getting/had the idol... AND HE LITERALLY TOLD ME HE HAD IT I WAS LIKE OMGGG like this made me SO relieved because that means that i don't have to worry about the merge idol popping up without me knowing, but after i leaked his idol in Saint Vincent i have NO idea why he told me again... like this obv makes me wanna take him out and do stuff but im not gonna leak it again... i think. But like im not here to play fiddle to him... im here to win and if i have to take him out later i will... but the thing is that i don't know when a good time to take him out is, if im in f6 with a bunch of goats, the target is gonna be on me... so i have to think more about what im gonna do about him 3. ryan... i haven't been working hard on him, but he did come up to me with a plan to get me, him, rhys, and scott to the f4 like omg thats pretty iconic but going to f4 with a challenge beast like ryan? i have to laugh... im not stupid... challenge beasts have been the bane of my org career and im not about to let it happen again here... i have a lot on my plate right now, and im playing hard, but what's lovely is that i dont think im a threat to anyone? at least in comparison to the scott/ryan/jones clusterfuck that im gonna try to orchestrate, im lowkey... i swear to god if i actually pull this shit off.... my mind... but then again i might just flop again like usual so who knows hehe

now that ik my name has been thrown out im so nerv ALMFNHFg like i dnt wanna be blindsided 5-4 o.o but uhm i hope for the best n hopefully im smart enuff to play idol ?

i just want jones gone is that so much to ask

idk How to make confessionals apparently Bc I KEEP FORGETTING AHHH Michael comes to me right after the Felix vote and says “hey David crossed the bridge the idol’s gone” and I’m like MOTHERFUCKER. I WAS THIS FUCKING CLOSE. And it obviously scared me because either of them could be lying and one of them could have the idol. And I OF COURSE PANICKED. The next day I went to try and cross the bridge (Bc I was on 90) and I ACTUALLY DID IT!!! but guess what,,,,, THERE WAS NOTHING!!!!! HORRAY!! Idk what I’d do with myself if I got an idol tbh,, that shits scary. But yeah knowing that the idol is gone AND THAT I heard it from Michael first is hella scary and that could mean 3 things - A) theyre felling the truth and it’s gone, B) Michael’s a liar and Has it, or C) David lied to Michael and David has the idol. So right now this information is fucking with my head. And it’s deeeefinitely going to in the next vote.

So David wins immunity and I’m not THAT bothered by it? Of course it just makes things harder for everyone else Bc the original plan was to split between Michael and David, BUT NOW WE CANT. Either way Michael has to go home. He has a really terrible way of getting into everyone’s head and it’s not good for anyone. Plus if he makes it to the end he has such a good chance at winning with an underdog story it’s not even funny ajddjkf. BUT Theres still the possibility that one of those two has an idol, and we really have to think wisely on who would go in case that happens. Tobi thinks Mo is the safer move, but I really don’t think there’s a point in getting rid of someone that everyone thinks of as a sheep. Plus I’d like to sit with him in the end soooooo yeah. My personal preference on who the “blindside target” would be is Ryan. I love him to DEATH and Sweyn to the end, but he’s a challenge threat, and we have to pick off Sweyn eventually if the Muppet alliance wants to be victorious. Michael and david are already on board with getting him out anyway Bc they think he and Rhys are “tight” lol. But right now the vote split should be 7-2 on Michael as far as I know, there’s a solid chance that Mo will get a vote and if he does I’ll actually DIE. Also /according to Michael/, he said that Mo came to him and told him was voting for Michael. AND LIKE THATS THE THING MICHAEL IS PLANTING SEEDS IN MY HEAD THAT MO ISnt some I can trust and that /scares me/ which is why he has to go. If the tribal goes right, Michael goes, if Michael plays an idol, Ryan goes. If it’s a tie between Ryan and Mo, Ryan goes.,,, hopefully.

So, Touchy Subjects, Im almost irrelevant, atleast im honest.

Anyway, The vote plan is Michael. However Jones is scared of an idol. I dont really want to split a vote but Jones is persistant on it. Ive been talking with people and apprently the split vote is on Mo.

However I talk to Ahrre and he knows this information too? Im on the bottom of whatever this is. Like I NEVER hear stuff first. I NEVER feel like I acctually know whats going on.

So to be honest. I dont feel like im going to win. Atleast not on this path. So I need to take a peck at the leader. Jones. Mo and Ahrre are said to be in her pocket. This is bad for 2 reasons. Jones has more power, and they arent doing much thus will be dragged to the end. So removing power, and increasing my odds of getting to the end will be great.

So the split vote is set to be 5-2-2. However, I can safely tell Michael that its 2 on Mo. So Michael & David both vote Mo. This is 5-4. We just need 1 flip to make this happen. So that could either be me, changing my vote to Mo. Perhaps someone else could flip beside me. Fingers crossed.

So it seems like once again I am getting voted and with the amount of idols and such out there it’s getting more and more scary being this bitch who’s constantly getting voted because at any point I’m either getting the majority or I’m getting idolled out. I’m just hoping and praying that everything goes well and I need to start winning immunity

i like don't know what's happening fahsdfhas. i kinda snapped and messaged michael for some reason, i think to see if he was gonna vote me.. and i kinda told him/he asked and i confirmed that there's a split plan in motion and he told me him/david are voting Mo and i was like well if you don't want me out i don't want you out... and Scott tells me he heard throuoght the grapevine (from tobi who heard from ahrre who was told by michael fjasld) that Michael said it was RHYS that let him know??? i'm. so idk faksdjf but i'm floundering a bit tbh. there's like less than 3 hrs until tribal so i hope i figure out concretely whats gonna happen

Alright so let's go through a couple of things.

I WON IMMUNITYYYY. Omg, it felt so good to get redemption after losing this same challenge in my first org. (I got the tiebreaker there too and was WAY off, LOL fuck me) And anyways, it feels good to not have to worry about it being me tonight and to have a spot in the final 8. Hopefully this shows people that I've BEEN here to friggin play.

So now as it stands for tribal tonight...myself, Michael, Mo and Ahrre are gonna vote Ryan out. The other side are planning to split their votes 3 for Michael and 2 for Mo cuz they think Ahrre and Mo are voting for Michael. If all goes well and no idols get played, then we're in for the biggest power shift this season has seen and I cannot wait to be a part of that shift, cuz it's FUCKING GO TIME BABY

ugh the idol paranoia i'm having rn........ i can't if i go home w the idol im gonna hate myself n if i misplay the idol im gonna hate myself jlskhfd like this vote is so uncertain to me.. i could be overthinking but i just dk... so like i almost want to just be messy and get the other 5's votes on me and idol myself…

ok so messy ryan jumped out and acted on his idolinpocket paranoia flaksdhf. i talked to both mo and michael and threw jones under the bus pretty bluntly.. mo seemed to already knoow that jones created the split plan w him as the vote, and is just acting like he thinks he's going home so idk if thats genuine or not. michael on the other hand, seems genuinely thinking it was between him or mo and now wants to get ahrre and me to vote mo with him and david and rhys who already voted mo. fladfjas so i've realized i was highkey overthinking but. this is interesting

Right so idek where I left off but I think it was right after the underground boys were formed. Anyhow so Jones was weary of ryan so she thought about voting him, thing is he only wanted him as a backup plan in case Michael played an idol because everyone and their mums want him dead at the end of the day I guess.

So I'm like ok let's get michael and david to vote ryan with us and then while one of us still votes michael to make it a 4-3-2, (without letting her know Mo was with us and that I would vote ryan anyways lel) but then she freaked out and so did everyone really and they suddenly didn't want to split anymore and everyone was voting Michael.

However I managed to convince Tobi (and by proxy the rest of sweyn cause let's face it tobi is on top of this game that's another guy I've got to get rid of) to split the vote anyways, so as it stands Tobi and Rhys are voting Mo and Ryan Scott and Jones are voting Michael. But the thing is that they think Mo and me are also voting Michael but in reality we're gonna vote Ryan so it SHOULD be 4 votes Ryan 3 Michael and 2 Mo.

Now my worry is that if Ryan plays an idol it all goes to shit but I'm trying my hardest to make sure he doesn't know. Anyhow let's see how this plays out.

It doesn’t feel good to be facing elimination especially now that jones is voting me. Any slight deviation from the plan for anyone could lead to my elimination but I hope that now ryan is voting mo that I might just scrape by once again and with jones’ Transparent game she shouldn’t be Long behind Ryan.

lmao so they (michael, david, ahrre, mo) tried to pull off a rly good move flipping their votes onto me. and if only rhys hadn't had to sleep early and didnt vote Mo, I'd be sitting pretty but they did that.... unfortunately for them, apparently Jones fucked up heavily and immediately voted Michael in the revote? did i hear that correctly? KLFSJLDFHS WIG. i kinda feel bad bc... i really should be leaving here but.... wig. I had done some campaigning to Mo before I found this out and think i was making some good groundwork to get him to keep me and he was at least oon the fence, so i might have had a shot even if jones were gonna vote me. but wig.. if she really did that, then that means me and scott have made the final 8 and we still have 2 idols in our pockets WHEW. big moves is coming ladies

This is why people hate the gays smh. Please be ryan please be ryan please be ryan go home Ry ry

ugh can't believe my best friend michael is leaving tonight ): LMSHNBG am i fuck..

legit im sooooo happy ryan is staying altho a little peeved as well tbh.. i coulda had 2 idols :flushed: but i wont complain.............

anyway. i still think jones is crazy n her idea of trying to get me to flip on ryan is absolutely absurd ALMJFNFG like bitch.. i know im on the bottom if i flip im not dumb why do u think i didnt vote mo like u told me to lAMNFHBFG IJS!!

i just gotta win immunity next week n im confirmed at least f5? hopefully? LAMNHFBFG like. i dont wanna. be tied on. and i wanna keep this idol for the l0ong haul. which is why i told ryan and tobi. oooop. LAMNJHBFG.

PROB NOT A GOOD IDEA TELLING TOBI but i rly do trust him this time around... he gives me legit all the tea n i do the same back :flushed:

lolll i lvoe having the worst jury management :))) love sticking to sides :)))) like i aint gunna clear that perception up by voting ryan suck my dick he trusts me and thats all i care about..

like. im gunna be hounded on for not flipping to a side who wants me out n thats so annoying!! i rly cant win aLMFHFG. these cunts can fuck off idc ill argue with every single one of them

michael... he's a cockroach... he wont just DIE like there have been so many times where there was something stopping him from leaving... last round jones wanted felix so we obliged and now its this stupid tie revote kjflkjdf like this is exactly why i wanted him out earlier... getting numbers against him is gonna be hard and i really hope his ass leaves in the revote... he should anyway hehe.. i have a few options going forward and i feel like i could possibly do a lot but the question is do i want to be doing a lot??? if people start thinking that im a threat then shit LMAO but the thing is there are so many goats and pawns (mo, ahrre, david) that if you do anything significant, your threat level is obvious and like i want to take out some of the threats but im worried if i take out too many,,, the goats will become sentient and take my ass out... i just need to take this one vote at a time while planning for the future its simple :^)

ITS BEEN A MESSY 24 HOURS AND HERES THE FUCKING TEA so the vote ended up being a tie. NOT THE ONE I PREDICTED. It ended up being a Michael/Ryan tie. AND IMMEDIATELY AFTER AJ EXPLAINS THE RULES MICHAEL BLOWS UP MY WHOLE FUCKING GAME (almost.) he says “Jones you orchestrated this vote follow through with it” AND IM???? LITERALLY??? Ryan was never a target of mine,,, never the main target I mean BUT NEVER A TARGET. David Mo and Michael all told me that Ryan was gunning for me though,, but that was AFTEr I revoted for Michael sooooooooo that’s the tea. But like,, Michael is,, kind of being an asshole. Very much so. I feel like he’s taking advantage of my emotions to try and manipulate me into Saving him, but I really wouldn’t mind if either him or Ryan went?? Preferably Michael obviously lol. He was never someone I wanted to take to the end anyway, so it’s better to get rid of him while we can lol. Also!!? That dumbass shit that Michael said on hangouts??? Rhys and Ryan made a whole ass 180 in our relationship Bc THEY THOUGHT I VOTED FOR RYAN BC OF WHAT MICHAEL SAID AKDJKDFNJF. Thank god I was actually able to work it out with them, but like,,, fuck that scared me. This is why Michael needs to go Bc he’s a loose cannon and will DESTROY MY GAME. OFF WITH HIS FUCKING HEAD

i finally understand why no one respects Mo as a player lol, he really has no back bone of his own at all..

The vote ties 4-4-1, and Michael is sent home 4-3 after a revote.

#episode #royallyyours

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Episode #1 & 2: "so that was fun, and by fun I mean hell" - Ahrre

So I'm so confused right now lol. Like I feel like discord should have a similar format to skype, but maybe I'm just dumb and cant figure it out. Also the only people I know/heard of are on the other tribe which is fun. Hopefully I can set myself up so my lack of understanding Discord doesn't make me look like a liability to the rest of my tribe.

we legit just got into our tribes.. missus sweyn.. LOL. i legit don't know ANYONE!! APART FROM MY BABY RYAN!! LIKE WHO ARE THESE PPL? liek i've heard of rhys and malik from like other orgs but the other people like god.. why can't I just have my circlejerk like in emvv. ): and idk WHO IS EVNE ON THE OTHER TRIBE WHICH MAKES IT WORSE I COUD HAVE LIKE A BUNCH OF RLY STRONG PLAYERS who are gunna win every single immunity challenge.. and i ain't wantin to go premerge nnn. uhm. ya. thats my mood rn. Xo

Oh wow, hi it’s me, Mo. I’m going into this game with an advantage of not having a social life so I can be more active. I like my tribe so far everyone’s really nice. I only know Fabricio because he won the game I got PoTS on. But I think I’m going to withhold that information of him winning his last game because I kinda wanna be allies.

First impressions of my tribe, they’re pretty cute I guess I like people well enough but I’m always nervous about pre existing relationships people may have in other communities so that’ll be fun to manoeuvre around my plan is just to lay low be social and hopefully not stick out as a target

deadass the challenge has barely started and wes already has 2 images.. meanwhile his ass has prob spoke in the tribe chat like once and he aint comin in my pms anytime soon so. LAMJHNFG . better hope his social game saves him over the physical x

this is my 3rd one already but this is important. linus is the first person to say haha to me. TWO! FUCKING! HA'S!!!!!! JUST SAY LOL!!!! SAY LMAO!!! IDGAF!! Omg this is geniunely my pet peeve and i wanna scream a a a a a a a a a a aa

Man, I'm back with Tobi from Survivor Ko Chang and that scares me to death. He claims he wants to start on a clean slate with me and work together again, but I don't trust him one bit and the first opportunity I have to take him out, I'm gonna do it, cuz I can't have somebody like him around. Bad for my game.

On the other hand of the spectrum, I know Michael from Zwooper and we've always had a good relationship so I think that's one person I can fully align with right out of the gate. I've also worked up some social connections with Dani, Jose and Ahrre so far, and they all seem pretty chill for the most part.

Right now, my focus is to win. I'm gonna go hard in this first immunity challenge and rack up as many points as I can. Losing the first challenge always sucks and I wanna make sure that doesn't happen for me again.

Okay im like mad excited to play this game. One Ive been kinda down, and this should help me be able to invest my time into something and potentially help me feel better.

Seeing this cast. I love it. I have really only worked with Felix in a past org before but we havent talked in ages. So I dont have any past connections which feels great because I hate people assuming were working together because were friends?. So this wont happen this season which is great.

So far my tribe is okay. Havent had a chance to speak alot to everyone yet. However the people I have done are alright. So far my favorite person is Scott or Scooty Toots. Hes British as well as me, he's 18 and we're both starting University without a clue what were doing. Like twins?!? So hopefully he feels the same way about me too.

Alliances are key. I want to make a few smaller ones to form a majority for me. Like two allainces of three. Giving me 4 allies. Not sure if this will happen soon or not, but its my goal to take control of this game, as Ive never done it before. I dont want to come across as controling however so smaller groups is the way to do it in my head.

Omfg y'all...... The game started like maybe 16 hours ago and I have barely spoken to most of my tribe bc I was a lil busy last night & had some damage control to handle in EMVV but like..... ??? I already found the idol in the Play Room CTFUUUU. We fucking stan. I immediately told my son Scooty because he's my bae.... I haven't had my hands on an idol in an org since like...... 703 San Marcos when I was voted out w it in my pocket (i think?? i cant remember any others so..) so BEST BELIEVE I'm going to use this correctly. THAT IS MY MAIN MISSION. I'm craving that satisfaction of a successful idol play...... I would love to cross that off my imaginary org goals list..... BUT WHEW I'M PUMPED.

I am making a pact with myself to not be an overly annoying gamebot this season because I just wanna have fun with it and make it a chaotic season, and this lil buddy is gonna allow me to be as extra and messy and turbulent as I please <3 big dick energy

Helloo so here I am doing this org thingy so you're stuck with my thoughts of regret until I die, or you could just not read them that's also an option.

Anyhow god save the queen blabla after more time that it should've taken me I get that I'm in one of two tribes of 9 which is kinda good because with snaller tribes I feel lime everything is more claustrophobic and shit hits the wall the moment we lose a challenge. But with 9 players imo I feel more relaxed.

So summary of who am I stuck with, there are a few who I know from before so let's start with that.

First off Jose, already played an org with him and we were good allies so my first instinct was to call him a bastard and hey he took it well so hopefully it will be a smooth sailing with that lad.

But after Jose I don't expect the meta to be kind to me.

Michael and Mo were both in my last org and I blindsided them both. Tbh they were good allies until that point so I'm more than willing to work with them in this game, hopefully they feel the same way.

But anyhow then there's Felix who I think I technically played with? We meet during a merge and he went out early without us ever talking much so really this is gonna be my first time really playing with him, he's the only one that I haven't talked to yet though I hope he gets online.

Then there's Tobi. I've heard of him and from the get go he strike me as a very straight shoot-y player. Those are always interesting to play with so let's see how that goes.

There's Dani, she seems nice and compared to Tobi she seems more social instead of strategy focused but then again it's been one day and I'm talking out of my ass.

Then there's jaylen who seems nice aswell even if I haven't talked much to him.

And finally David the absolute unit, and I say that bc he instantly started focusing on the challenge, which is a breath of fresh air plus he's Canadian so what's not to like thus far.

Talking about the challenge I get anxiety by just looking at it, scavenger hunts are always hard for me bc I live with people and I want them to remain thinking I am a normal member of society so I always need to be sneaky to do this crap, plus I don't have a car or anything so I have to use public transport if I need to go anywhere.

Apart from that well I would like to set up a 5 man majority alliance just to be safe, my only fear is the ever so feared overplaying-doom. But I feel like someone like tobi would jump on that idea pretty easily so I'll have a chat with him about that idea.

Oh and also look at me I remembered to guess for the idol TWO times in a row. I could die this very same week doesn't matter that's already an improvement on my usual gameplay.

Hi since I’m required to do these once an episode, I’ll use this one to talk about my tribe and maybe a few on the other tribe that I saw were on.

Guacamole - They seem fun. I talked with them last night, but our convo went short because we played jack box together. They seem nice though.

Linus - Mix feelings. I can get a completely loyal Linus here, or a cutthroat linus, so I’m kinda wary right now towards him but the vibes I’m getting I don’t think he’s going to be an issue, atleast for now.

Madison/Madisin - She was also at the jackbox last night and I enjoyed her, she was dying laughing at the games and I thought she was funny. So hopefully I get a chance to talk to her today.

Malik - Who? Let’s not talk about that bitch.

Rhys - He literally waits until we’re in a game to talk to me, so I peep it. And you could say I should reach out to him but it’s annoying when I have and he doesn’t do it until we’re in a game together. Boggles the mind. If I can overcome doing that, so can you. But I enjoy our current coversation as of the moment.

Ryan - We just played Mount Olympus together recently and that was a bust for us both. I’m kind of hoping we can be on the same side since it’s been a while since that’s happened. However, Ryan says he just wants to have fun so I don’t fault him if he does crazy things down the road!!

Scooter - I don’t know about him yet. We haven’t talked at all but he seems interesting. Maybe I can give a better opinion when we talk.

Steven - Very hilarious and I’m also intrigued by him. His thinking and way of talking during the jackbox had me DYING I loved it. I think he’s my new favorite new person here so far.

Wes - I only saw him once but we haven’t talked yet so idk what to say. He said he’s from ndims and is an alias of someone, I just don’t know if I know the alias since I was on that site also. But hopefully it could be someone who knows me as Orlando.

Now for the people I know on the other tribe:

Ahrre - I cant stand him too much after our last season of JPORG. He has this self righteous attitude to him and I don’t like it. However, I warmed up to him a bit during the movie times we had been present for awhile back so hopefully if we see each other again, I won’t have that opinion anymore.

Big Tuna aka Danielle - YASSS I love ha! I know her from the Skype minis and she’s amazing. I hope I finally get to play with her for once in a non mini game ❤️

Felix - Felix is a fucking wildcard. I love him, but he has really pissed me off in games in the past, and I’m hoping this one won’t be like those other ones.

Jaylen - A mess but a friend! He plays how he wants and doesn’t care what people thinks or tweaking it to better it but that’s Jaylen for you! Accept it or don’t phew.

Jose - He’s a fucking snake at times LOL but he’s lovely. I wouldn’t mind too much of being on a tribe with him.

That’s all from me for now so hope I stay around longer to see how this season goes!

so the tea is that this tribe is drier than an old lady's pussy and its so hard to talk to these people... there are no personalities... the only people i feel mildly happy talking to are ahhre and jose... and the tea is that both of them asked to be allies w me im like o ok sis lets do this so i have at least like 2 votes i know abt... and i know david from a prior org but thats not really a good thing bc i fucked him over hardcore and like... he knows im a snake LKJHDFSLK I really don't know how to maneuver strategically with this cast butttt ill try my best hehe

Oh wow!! I can't believe I haven't made a confessional yet what a shocker. BUT HI! I'm kind of just trying to get myself acquainted with everyone in the group, I'm not as active as I'd like to be :C but I'm trying my best teehee. On the first night or so Linus, Malik, Stephen, Madison and I played Jackbox games and it was SUPER LIT and We bonded over that and I'm v happy about thatttt. (ofc I already know madison and I already love her but I haven't talked to her in game yet aklsdjf) I just started talking with Scooty today, or Scooty? I might just call him Scooty, ANYWAY yeah we got to talk about how we type similarly and that was nice, we bonded over that and it was littY. I also got to talk to Rhys!! He also seems like a neat guy - I still haven't talked to him a lot but I think he's cool. I honestly don't know who else is on the tribe, Wes and Ryan right? Wes and I talked a little bit, but barely. and Ryan hasn't talked to me at all lmao. Hopefully right now I've made enough connections though. I'd like to make tribe swap so I can meet more people and make friends lololol - wish me luck gang!

I’m getting along with everyone really well so I know I won’t be the first fine at the very least so I just need to lay low laugh and Kiki with everyone and hopefully I can survive for the long term

I’m doing the Scavenger Hunt and knowing me I decided to wait till the last two hours to do everything I can. So now I have an hour and a half to film a bunch of videos

Okay so talking to my tribe Im begining to feel less at ease with them. Mostly because most of them hardly seem to talk. Which dosent bode well for me. Could mean im on the outs and they dont like me. Or that They're all inactive.

Madison seems like the easy boot right now just because like, who?!?. Shes not been around Ive messaged her once and she left me on read.

So Steven had to leave but we still have to do the challenge as if he was competing which PROBABLY means were going to tribal. So ive been working on getting an allaince going. Ive talked to Malik and Brought the Idea of us forming a trio with someone. Luckly he picked Linus because I talk to him aswell. So fingers crossed we can get that going.

I also have a great feeling from Scooty aka scott. So like Hopefully i can get another trio with him going aswell. So then I will be solid untiill a swap.

I do have a concern that Scott and Ryan are close and Malik and Linus are close. More so that I would be their second choice out of the trio if one is made. However thats not going to effect me I dont think this early. So fingers Crossed.

uhm so!! STEVEN QUIT which im rly sad for two reasons. one for him bc i know he wanted to do well and i hope hes doing ok and i geniunely wish the best for him and the other reason is selfish bc i literally.. planted my seeds on him already? like. all that work for nothin. and now we sitting here actin as if madison aint afk and aint gunna submit nothing..

like its the only reason ive done these dumb videos so that i wont be seen as the weak link if we ever lose again almdlddg.. but uhm hopefully my seeds that are in rhys/jones keep me safe bc if madison gets out here i have ryan/rhys/jones to keep me safe.. so im not gonna be that upset if we lose LOL esp bc ik linus/malik r gunna be scary af later on

hopefully we win tho? so i dont have to deal with this stress? i dont wanna relive louvre where i visitted every single premerge tribal except for 2.. even tho i did well hehe uhm. YAH WE’LL SEE :)

I'm kinda bummed that this last challenge wasn't immunity anymore because we smoked the other tribe, LOL. But at the same time, I'm glad cuz I wouldn't wanna lose the challenge after one of my tribe members quit, that'd just be sad as fuck, LOL.

Also, I feel a good rapport developing further between Danielle and I. I feel like her and I can dominate this game together, but I can't get too ahead of myself here. The first couple of rounds are meant to create social bonds and I feel like I've done a good job of that thus far. Only person I haven't talked to is Jaylen and I'm okay with that, cuz if we lose the immunity challenge, he's most likely the first one to go.

Okay, thankgoodness that the challenge was changed to reward last minuet. Because we wouldve gone to tribal. Maddison is legit missing. I dont even care if we win or loose this next challenge because she needs to go.

So firstly that reward was weird like woo thanks pretty crown but there’s nothing else so I’m thinking that someone else has the clue and my best bet would be jaylen bc he got the Crown Jewels the most important piece. Overall I’m very nervous for this battleship challenge because in my mind it’s mostly luck based so my fate is really out of my hands.

Well, not much honestly but I'm gonna write a confessional for round 1 and stuff so I don't get a strike

The game is going okay I'm trying not to be aggressive talking to people, but just letting people come to me and make conversation right now honestly I'm trying to play UTR since I think considering madison doesn't exist right now I think I'm able to do that TBH. Hopefully it all works out.

I volunteered to do the battleship challenge thing because I have no life and it looked like no one else was gonna volunteer.

I actually know Linus he played with me in Epic SBB in Hell, so that's nice to not be going in with no connections period.

Sorry this wasn't that long but it's something I guess

If we lose probably another confessional will be writen but right now there isn't much to report

I’m for sure feeling a little bit more nervous now because a lot of this challenge is about being organised and teamwork and we could barely have someone sit out so fingers crossed

Heyo so we won the challenge so that was fun, and by fun I mean hell but hey we've got bragging rights, which is pretty much it since unfortunately Steven was medevaced out of da game so even though the other tribe lost they didn't go to tribal.

A bit annoying knowing you did that for nothing but oh well the other tribe seems to be having a rough time by itself with steven quitting and someone (Madison I think) not submitting anything lol

And I say for nothing bc technically we won reward but it was one of those first come first serve things and I only got seved a jpg image so nothing fancy there...

But at least now the next challenge is something where 8 out of 9 people on the tribe don't have to do anything and you bet your ass after that first challenge I'm gonna be one of the 8. David the unit took it upon himself to carry us to victory so godspeed lad.

However this challenge is pretty luck based so I'm saying fuck that I'm not talking my chances.

Following last confessional I talked to tobi about making an alliance and he was onboard, he proposed to have Jose on it which is great since that was my idea anyways, plus I told dani and she was also on board, and to finish up the hipotetical majority of 5 she said he was cool with Michael.

I haven't talked to him yet and Jose hasn't been online but hopefully we should be fine.

Ngl would like to have an alliance with david and felix too, david bc he seems like a total lad with the challenges and Felix because he later told me he felt the most confortable with me.

But regardless hopefully we won't even have to go to tribal (and if we do at least there are other options for the vote)

For now I shall be the dumb cheerleader of the bunch for a game of battleship.

Ahhh, I feel so bad that I lost the challenge for my tribe. I feel like going into a challenge with the weight of the win or loss stacked against you is huge. But I did come REALLY close and my tribe seems to respect that I almost got us the win. I don't think I'll go anywhere tomorrow for tribal, but you never know.

Yesss we won immunity. I’m happy we could after Steven left. They made our challenge a reward for that and we lost but it’s fine because WE WON immunity phew. And it’s all thanks to Wes. So far to me, Madison is looking the easiest vote off right now because I haven’t talked to her and I haven’t seen her so that’s my view on it. The three I talk to the most on my tribe are Rhys, Linus and Scoots. Then Ryan and Guacamole. Then Wes and finally Madison. I hope this game doesn’t pull a JPORG Fitzroy Island, I don’t wanna be screwed over by a random ass tribe swap. But I basically dig my tribe and hope that I won’t be the first to go.

Whew we won?! What. I thought we were gonna fuckin loose. Noah fence Wes.

Sad tings though because Madison is probably going to strike out. Oh well.

Ya boi still hasn’t gone to tribal so stay mad.

It’s fucking gross having to go to tribal council and I can’t be dealing but I seem to have found myself in two alliances with only dani connecting the two so I’m gonna work with dani to ride this middle ground and make it further

I’m going home omfg. I can’t really have a deep convo with anyone, which means I don’t have an alliance even though I’m sure one has been made ugh. I’m gonna focus on surviving this round then seeing what I can get set up next round. Wish me luck whew

I’m pissed because it’s super obvious that the other 7 on my tribe are in a mega tight alliance. Steven was my only alliance in this hole game, and like, he even told me he found an idol and then on his way out he didn’t even slip me the idol??? Can’t wait to be voted out 7-1 because he wanted a souvenir.

So the tea is that ahrre and I made an alliance of 5 which includes him, me, Jose, Dani, and Michael which I think is cute but they are really boring so meh idk I’ll just flip during merge x JDJSJD I’m a messy bitch

ugh i'm so glad we won immunity bc our tribe is already severely lacking in strong members bc Steven left us out to perish and Madison aint shown her face yet... so the numbers getting back to even is great for us <3

Right so unfortunately we lost the battleship game so that means we're heading to the first tribal of the game, fun stuff.

Now as we lost I got the Me-michael-jose-dani-tobi alliance set up. Meanwhile Felix was telling me that for him it was between Jose or Jaylen, since they've been the least active. Understandable but more understandable is that I'm in an alliance with Jose so for me it seems like it's gonna be Jaylen, who I also haven't spoken much with so I don't mind, albeit every tribal we go to before swapping or merging I see it as a potential ally down the line going home, which shucks.

Either way the alliance (and everyone else for that matter) agreed on jaylen, I also told Jose in kind words to get his shit together before he gets sent home but that's pretty much it. I'm gonna try to lay down for now I don't want to bring any unwanted attention to myself.

Hopefully tribal goes well.

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Oh wow hi it’s me, Mo. Ok so currently the plan is to vote out Jaylen which I don’t have a problem with, it’s kinda sad because he is actually really nice but somewhat inactive. I’m on my way to get a burger and fries and I’m fucking ecstatic like I’m so fucking hungry it’s stupid. Also watch me get blindsided.

So we went into this chalenge on a high after wining the reward and I was the one who got the most points out of everyone :))). Although I’m nervous this will put a target on my back, I’m happy that I have kind of proven my dominance in this game! After losing the challenge, I’m upset!! This was all luck based which sucks! After that, I started talking more with Felix, David, Michael and Ahree. Within the span of like 30 minutes, I got added to 2 seperate groups. I was like “iiii” because this can get messy fast. Michael is in both of the groups as well so I don’t feel too bad because at least there is someone else in my position as well. I get along with Felix a lot and have had quite a few good convos with him! David seems to want to lead things in the group he made, which is whatever. Keeps the target off of me, especially if we go to tribal again. I expect to make more confessionals throughout the course of the game, usually videos but I’m pretty tired right now haha.

I just took a nap and there's no tribal and I'm always trying my best. My tribe doesn't hate me for some reason even though I sure would. Oh well. I really miss Steven I hope he's okay.

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Steven quit half way through this episode. Then Jaylen was voted out 8-1.

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