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ebony-blood · 3 months

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OH MY GOODNESSS I was wondering, if you can pretty please do a lost boys X reader (poly if your comfortable with it) but she’s a wallflower? Like maybe she moved to Santa Carla and she’s bullied? Maybe a sprinkle of insecurity but ends up meeting the lost boys at the boardwalk and they just. Can’t. Leave. Her. Alone? She’s their mate and she’s so flustered cause the HOTTEST guys she’s ever seen are paying attention to her? Pretty pretty please?🥹🥹🥹 I’ll love you forever

Poly! The Lost Boys x Shy! Fem! Reader

Author's notes!: I had to look up what 'Wallflower' means lol, for those who don't know, a Wallflower is basically someone who kinda hangs back during parties because they are too shy. TW: READER IS FEM!! Bullying, mentioned violence, vampire stuff, the boys being obsessed right from the start. I tried so hard not to describe Reader in this, I try to be as inclusive as I can, but if anything is mentioned it's because I'm tired lol, I'll fix it, just bring it up in the comments and I'll track it down o7. This probably sucks, I'm sorry.

You had moved to Santa Carla looking for a fresh start a few weeks ago. You weren't used to the weird styles, the smell of weed and gas that seemed to constantly cover the streets, the loud boardwalk parties, none of it. So naturally, you kept to yourself, hanging back during parties and avoiding eye contact, unfortuantely, Santa Carla was not a place people like you, shy wallflowers, were treated right.

Some people ignored you at best, they’d glare at you when you waved or smiled at them, they’d ignore you if you asked questions, they avoided you. But a lot of people were downright cruel to you. They mocked you at parties, some openly tried to take things from you or would push you around. People were never openly violent with you, at first, but after a few weeks they started getting more violent, pushing you around and screaming in your face. It was mostly the people who were either on drugs or drunk. It was mostly the men and their girlfriends who were openly hostile and mean to you. You wished you’d never moved to this place, it was gross, the people were indifferent at best and downright cruel at worst, and you missed people you knew in your past. You wish you weren’t like you were, so quiet and shy. Hell, it had been years since you could look in the mirror and see someone you didn’t view as hideous looking back at you, but Santa Carla made it so much worse.

It was yet another late night in Santa Carla. Another night of wandering the boardwalk while you tried to avoid the harassment you got from people. You weren’t surprised every time you were shoved aside, or shouted at by a familiar group. Honestly, you didn’t wanna deal with that tonight, you wanted to walk around, maybe go see whoever was playing a show that night and see if they were actually good, and then head back to your apartment, but it seemed whatever form of fate you believed in had a different idea, because the group just wouldn’t leave you alone, shouting random shit, from ‘Weirdo’ to one girl just straight up calling you ugly. You were fighting back tears.Why the hell were people so needlessly cruel? Whatever, it’s nothing new.

You stopped by some area where people on the beach park their bikes. You took the biggest breath you possibly could when you realized your tormenters weren’t following you anymore, so you could finally breath.

That was until you heard voices, four guys, you guessed. You looked in their direction and, for the first time since moving to Santa Carla, you got that butterfly feeling in your gut. That wasn’t a thing you had felt since high school. You swore the bullies you faced then laughed the feeling out of you, but these four seemed to knock the breath you had just taken out of you. Damn, they were hot. Three of the four men were blonde, one had curly hair, one had fluffy hair, and the third guy had a haircut that kind of reminded you of Billy Idol, he was smoking a cigarette. And then there was the one that seemed to be trailing behind, observing people around them while the other three, mostly the ones with curly hair and fluffy hair, laughed and joked. The fourth guy had long, dark brown hair. You stared for a minute longer before snapping yourself out of whatever daze you had been in.

They had stopped walking, they were staring right at you, and you immediately prepared your apology in your head. Quietly standing up, and then one of the four, the fluffy-haired one, said something you assumed wasn’t meant to be said out loud.

“Holy shit, Marko, she’s hot.”

You looked over at the four, confused, the man was immediately smacked across the back of the head by the one with the cigarette.

“Don’t say shit like that out loud, dumbass.”

You were staring at the four, your face suddenly warming up at the idea that they were talking about you. You figured it was a stupid thought, there were other hot girls around the boardwalk, why would any of these four think you were hot? Then, the one with the cigarette cleared his throat.

“Sorry about that, doll. Paul can’t seem to keep his mouth shut around pretty girls.” He said, glaring back at the one with fluffy hair, you assumed he was Paul.

The one with curly hair snickered a bit and looked over at Paul, before the one with the cigarette spoke up again, he quickly shut up then.

“I’m David, The guy behind me is Dwayne, and those two are Paul and Marko.” He said

You nodded softly, even their names were hot, what the hell? David and the other three were staring at you with a confusing amount of attention.

Paul had an almost immediately obsessed or enamored look in his eyes, like you were just the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, Marko also looked absolutely in love with you already, both had the same look in their eyes, the other two, Dwayne and David didn’t seem in love, if they were, they were hiding it well enough.

“So, where ya off to, sweets?” Paul said, giving you a soft grin.

“Oh, I was about to head home,” You reply, and they all suddenly seem to perk up a bit.

“Oh, really? Well, maybe, instead of that, you could come and hang out with me and the guys?” David asked, motioning to their bikes.

Something about these four felt…supernatural. They carried themselves with such confidence, and something unseen seemed to be pulling you to them. You thought for a minute. Was it a good idea? Maybe not. It felt too good to be true, four hot boys, paying attention to you? They stared, waiting for your answer. Against your better judgment, you made your choice.

“Sure, I don’t see why I couldn’t.”

Paul and Marko got visibly excited. Paul grabbed your hand quickly and led you over to their bikes, the other three following behind him, laughing at Paul’s excitement. You were carefully put on the back of one of their bikes and David got on in front of you, looking back at you when you wrap your arms around him.

“Hold on tight, alright?”

You could only nod before the four sped off, David following behind the more rambunctious two, with Dwayne behind him.

At the time you didn’t know it, but come the end of the next week, you’d be theirs, and you’d have no complaints about it.

This got so long lol.

Sorry it ended like it did, it's 4 am here and I'd dying.

more coming tomorrow <333

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #tlb 1987 #tlb x reader #tlb david x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb marko x reader #david tlb #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb

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lanternbats · 1 year

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actually, tell us everything about your LoZ AU

Sorry I had so much to say apparently so whacking this all under the cut o7

So my first thought was what game do they fit into best. Ocarina of time is an interesting choice, Sheik Bruce is pretty cool and Navi could be a fun take on a lantern ring as she’s a source of information and such, which is the same reason Fi and Skyward Sword also has potential (that and FLYING!! Oh Hal you would love a Loftwing). But I settled on Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom because of course I did.

The Sheikah Slate/Funky arm work soooo well as a lantern ring replacement, and Hal gets to glide around and build planes so boom, perfect Link role for Hal. And BOTW Zelda is a big ‘ol over worked nerd with the weight of the world on her shoulders which is very Bruce.

So they meet when they’re both teens, only around 16 or so when Hal is assigned Prince Bruce’s personal knight, which Bruce hates because he can handle himself thank you very much, but Hal is persistent and carries out his duty. They argue a lot. Bruce feels like Hal is looking down at him for being unable to figure out how to seal Ganon (Who is Ganon is this au? Darkseid I guess) away, which is just him projecting his own insecurities. He also doesn’t understand why a reckless idiot like Hal would be chosen as their hero and wielder of the master sword. Hal, who’s spent years training to fill his late father’s shoes and prove himself as a knight is angry that Bruce won’t see him and his skills for what they are and assumes that Bruce dislikes him because he’s not from a noble background. Things between the two of them are pretty tense.

They’re not in this alone however! Four champions from the rest of Hyrule join them in an attempt to beat Darkseid. Clark (Daruk), Diana (Urbosa), Arthur (Mipha) and Oliver (Rivali) join them and become the pilots of the divine beasts. Up to you if they stay human/Hylian or become one of Zelda’s fantasy races. They try to repair the frosty relationship between Hal and Bruce, trying to get them to put aside their nonsense and see each other properly, but it doesn’t work until Bruce is caught in a surprise attack by Darkseid’s cult followers and Hal saves him. It’s the first time Hal has gotten to show off his skills properly and Bruce has a little “Oh.” moment about it.

After that the two of them are more open with each other. Hal finally tells Bruce that his father was a knight who died trying to protect Bruce’s parents, the former King and Queen of Hyrule, on the night they were murdered. He always wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps despite his mother’s resistance to the idea, but he also always wanted to become a knight because he knew Bruce was like him and he felt an urge to protect him. Bruce tells Hal he’s scared that without his parents guidance he’ll never unlock the powers he’s said to have that would allow him to seal Darkseid away. A friendship blooms between the two of them and the baby idiot pining goes into full swing.

Between experimenting with the guardian tech, training with the champions and visiting the goddess springs, Bruce is exhausted. He’s working himself to the bone in hopes of being ready when Darkseid arrives. And Hal can do is watch over him. Bruce’s 17th birthday arrives and he is finally permitted to go to the spring of wisdom to hopefully awaken his power, but to no avail. Darkseid appears, all the champions fall, you know the drill. They’ve failed, Bruce has failed. Hal gets mortally injured protecting Bruce, and to save him Bruce puts him in the shrine of resurrection, knowing that doing so will mean the loss of his memories and the potential that they will never meet again. He doesn’t care. He just wants to save Hal, he can’t let Hal die too.

Hal wakes up, 100 years later, with no memories of who he is or what he’s doing. He just knows he trusts the voice of the boy asking for his help in his head more than anything. An old man (Alfred), helps guide him and get him back on his feet and accustomed to the powers of the Sheikah Slate before explaining what has happened. Hal sets off to regain his memories and save Bruce. He meets the new champions (it would be fun if they were the Robins?) and sets his friends' souls free from the divine beasts. Said friends grant him their powers and their spirits join him on his journey (This means constant jokes from Ollie, constant worrying from Clark, and Diana and Arthur making so many comments about his fighting form. All his friends are dead but they still find ways to be annoying. It’s a ghostly road trip.).

With their help Hal gets all his memories back and then sets off to defeat Darkseid and save Bruce. They do, and as Bruce and Hal hug it out the spirits of their friends finally move on and the two of them set out to restore the kingdom.

NOW. Tears of the Kingdom! Is the perfect Link for Hal, he can literally make constructs. I don’t wanna get too far into spoiler territory with this game since I know a lot of people are still playing, but I don’t think Zelda’s story in it fits Bruce as well as BOTW’s does. So maybe we can just smush the two together and Hal get’s the Zonai arm early.

I’ll just leave you with thoughts of them rebuilding Hyrule together and living up in Hal’s little house. Oh and Dinah is Kass. And Barry is… Beedle. Because I’d miss him otherwise. That is all.

#asks #it's just a botw retelling what can i say.

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bngtanah · 4 years

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I’m (not) With The Band. | o3

summary: Adrienne is an indie producer who is hired to help co-produce BTS’ next album alongside their resident producer; Suga. Despite the initial opposition on both ends, the pair spend time together, share a few stories, dreams and aspirations and begin to hit it off really well. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of late nights and heated disagreements and reconciliations, Min Yoongi and Adrienne Rolle find themselves growing closer and closer. One night they decide to cross the barrier between personal and professional and do their best make a relationship work against all odds.

pairing: Min Yoongi x Named OC

word count: 2.6k genre: drama, romance, smut(eventually)

chapters: prologue| o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11|

warning: light angst, smut, fluff, workplace relationship, slow burn, sexual themes, ambw, enemies to friends to lovers, developing relationship

a/n: still a fool. still re-uploading.

"I already know the direction we should take, we have to continue the theme of youthfulness from our last album but I don't want to repeat the same kind of songs again because that would be boring. We still have to talk about youth but we can do it differently than our last album was hopeful in a way even though some of the songs seemed sad on the surface, underneath that there was still a feeling of hope and finding happiness in the sad parts of your youth. I think we should focus on the dichotomy of feeling sadness in moments that should seem happy, right?"

There were very few things Adrienne knew about Suga at this point; he was 23 years old; he had about four inches of height on her; he was from a place called Daegu and though he was mostly quiet, when he found a subject that he was interested in he talked about it.

A lot.

Adrienne slowly nodded once he finished his speech, feigning agreement but the blank look in her eyes made it clear that she did not understand any of what he'd just said. Well, that was an exaggeration; there were a few words she knew but there was no way to connect the dots and decipher what he meant when he moved on to the next sentence so quickly.

Yoongi exhaled deeply and buried his face in both of his hands, his latest fear happening right before his eyes. They had only been in the studio working (attempting to) for about four hours but the haggard look on both of their faces made it seem like they hadn't left the room in weeks.

"You don't understand?" Yoongi asked through his hands.

"I don't understand," she repeated, "You talk a lot."

"How do you expect to make music with me if you can't under-" He stopped himself before he said something harsh and dropped his hands to his lap. Tired eyes looked over at the girl seated across from him and Yoongi honestly wondered how they would make it through the next few months without verbally attacking each other let alone creating a body of work that he could be proud of.

"Maybe you could play me something?" Adrienne asked in an attempt to get them on the same page.

"Fine," Yoongi agreed flatly as he swiveled in his chair and hit play on a song he had already started working on.

"I started working on this a few months ago,"

When the song started Adrienne's eyes closed like they always did when she wanted to immerse herself in a song. It was a simple melody, still in the early stages as far as she could tell and even though it was sweet to listen to Adrienne couldn't help but feel that an enormous part of it was missing. When the melody finished playing Yoongi looked at her expectedly, like Adrienne often looked at her sister when she required an outside opinion.

Adrienne's thoughts on the piece were a lot more complex than her limited Korean vocabulary allowed her to communicate and she knew saying it in English would get them nowhere since Namjoon wasn't around to translate for her. So instead of struggling through the painful process of trying to explain herself Adrienne replied with the only sentence she could think of that could succinctly express how she felt.

"I don't like it."

"... What?"

"I'm sorry, Suga. It's cute, but it's.... boring?" Adrienne nibbled on her bottom lip before speaking again "It's too heavy."

"It's not finished-" Yoongi argued.

"I get that but- um...." Adrienne's mind went blank as she completely forgot how to continue her thought in Korean.

She wanted to say that if the base melody is too simple and heavy, then it will make it harder to build something more complex and gentle around it in the long run. She wanted to say that but Andy only heard herself groan with annoyance and lean back deeper in the office chair.

She knew that trying to collaborate with someone she didn't share a language with would be hard but Adrienne never expected problems so early.

Yoongi rested his elbows on the edge of the console, pressing his thumb against the center of his forehead and closed his eyes together tightly to keep himself together. He always preferred working alone for reasons just like this, there was no one around to judge his work before he was done with it.

He huffed and gave Adrienne a sideways glance then shrugged his shoulders and scooted forward, "What do you know, anyway?"

"I'm sorry?" Adrienne asked incredulously.

"You can't be any older than I am and I've never heard of you before this so why should I care if you don't like my music?"

Yoongi spoke slowly and with no energy, he wasn't even looking in Adrienne's direction by the time he was done insulting her. Which seemed to be a foolish idea because he may have stopped himself once he saw the agitated expression on Adrienne's face.

"I may not be someone famous but I wouldn't be here if I didn't know anything," She replied and pushed herself backward from the desk.

"Okay but-"

"Don't interrupt me," Andy said swiftly, holding her index finger out to her co-producer as she stood up.

"I have been making music since I've known what music is and I’ve worked with people who have more talent in their right butt cheek than you so if I say I don't like something, take that into consideration instead of becoming defensive like a child."

She was speaking in a mixture of English and Korean at this point but Adrienne really didn't care if he understood her or not. All she wanted right now was to be away from Yoongi who was red in the face and looked like he wanted to respond with a few choice words of his own. Before he got the chance to Adrienne spun on her heels and headed for the door, keeping her neck stiff as she heard it slam behind her.

Adrienne was halfway down the hall and still fuming when she heard a screeching voice call her name from behind.

It was Namjoon; he was sweating and nearly out of breath for reasons Adrienne didn't really care to ask about, but he still smiled and asked if she was all right after jogging closer to her.

"I'm fine, I just... needed to take a walk," She sighed and glanced at the ground.

"Oh. I was just about to go to the convenience store for water, I can walk with you."

Adrienne nodded, and they began making their way out of the BigHit building.

"So how are you enjoying Korea? Homesick yet?" Namjoon asked once they were outside, and he began walking toward the nearest convenience store.

"It's okay," Adrienne smiled "I miss my sister, but I didn't really have much else to miss. My apartment here is bigger than the room I had back home, even though the language is so difficult I'm enjoying the challenge. The only I'm not looking forward to is winter, I don't think I own any winter clothing."

"It doesn't get cold in your country?"

"Not really, the lowest it might go is like 52 but that's not enough to snow. Other than that it's pretty much summer year round."

"Really....Where are you from? If you don't mind me asking because your English sounds a little..."

"Weird?" Adrienne finished his sentence for him and they both laughed while Namjoon nodded and buried his head into his palm.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," Adrienne answered with a smile "It's a country made up of islands that are actually pretty close to America. I still have an accent so that's probably why my English sounds so weird to you." Adrienne stressed the word weird and Namjoon croaked with embarrassment again.

"I didn't want to say weird!" He cried with his head thrown back and eyes closed.

"I'm only kidding," Adrienne grinned and tapped him on the arm "Now I have a question for you."

"Hmm?"

"Why are you so sweaty?"

"Dance Practice, we already have our title track and the choreographer is making us run through a possible routine for it."

"Have y'all been practicing since we got here?"

Namjoon nodded and ran his hand through the front of his hair, still damp with sweat "It's only been a few hours, we usually practice for longer but the routine isn't finished, and we can't do much without Yoongi-hyung in the formation."

Adrienne grumbled at the mention of Yoongi's name and the weird noise made Namjoon look down at her and raise an eyebrow. She was shorter than he was so it was difficult to see her entire face from this angle but he could tell there was something bugging her even if she said she was 'fine'. He chose not to bring any attention to it, though and allowed her to continue talking and asking questions about their practice hours and schedule while they milled around the convenience store and ended up buying a lot more than just water for the group. It wasn't until Yoongi's name came up again on the walk back and Namjoon could clearly see Adrienne roll her eyes that he decided to ask about it.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Adrienne paused and nodded quickly but soon stopped nodding and sighed.

"I'm not okay," Andy answered and paused for a second to collect her thoughts "What's wrong with your bandmate?"

"Who? Yoongi-hyung?"

"Yes, I don't want to be dramatic but I feel like he doesn't like me. Which is weird because I'm very likable?"

Namjoon snickered at her blunt answer and looked forward.

“Well, Yoongi is a little... difficult to get close to if you don't know him. He's blunt and direct and sometimes that can seem cold but he's not nearly as mean as he pretends to be.” He chuckled softly and shook his head, looking over at Adrienne. “Just be patient with him, he usually works alone and I don't think he's happy having to share half of his work with someone else.”

Adrienne nodded, genuinely taking to heart Namjoon's advice. He knew Suga much better than she did so it only made sense that he would know how to get along with him. Perhaps if she took his advice they might even become friends? Adrienne may have been getting ahead of herself but it couldn't hurt to dream.

By the time they returned to the studio Yoongi was no longer stationed at the computer desk pressing keys, instead he had joined the rest of his members in the dance studio while they waited for Namjoon to return. All six heads swiveled towards the door when it swung open and Andy and Namjoon began walking in with both of their arms full of snacks and bottles of water. The younger members and Jin smiled with affection when they saw Andy trailing behind their leader but Yoongi's lips fell into a flat line and his attention returned to his laptop on his lap.

"Are you guys hungry?" Adrienne asked sweetly once she was close enough and immediately regretted her choice of words. The group swarmed her and Namjoon in an instant and a flurry of hands appeared from every direction to grab the items out of their arms while they (mostly Namjoon) yelled for everyone to calm down.

Adrienne laughed as they all eventually just pooled the snacks and drinks between them and sat down in a circle in the middle of the practice room. She thought about joining them, the comradery and pleasant conversation appealed to her but the sight of Yoongi sitting against the mirror made her do something else. Silently Adrienne prayed for patience, blindly grabbed a few bags and bottles from the pile and headed over to where Yoongi sat.

"Can we talk?" She asked, not bothering to start with awkward small talk.

Yoongi looked up for a moment then went back to his laptop.

"Why?"

"Because I have something I want to say to you," Adrienne answered through gritted teeth.

"You can't say it here?"

"Oh my god, will you stop being so stubborn and come with me?"

Adrienne's voice was strained and firm but she managed not to yell and make it too obvious that there was tension between them.

Yoongi sighed and closed his laptop, groaning as he got up and motioned for Adrienne to lead the way; which she did. Silently they left the noise of the practice room and made their way back to the studio they were previously sitting in. Once inside Adrienne closed the door behind them and Yoongi took a seat on the couch and placed his laptop on his knees. He eyed Adrienne with a questionable gaze when she grabbed one of the office chairs, set it in front of him and sat down with her legs crossed underneath her.

"I have snacks," She said after they shared a short staring contest, each one daring the other to speak first, and tossed him one of the plastic bags which he allowed to land on his stomach and gently fall to his lap, still silent.

“Okay, look I will not apologize for what I said because I don't think I was wrong but I will apologize for saying that you weren’t talented... I didn’t mean that.” Her words were timid and careful as she spoke and attempted to relay all of her thoughts. “I've been told that you might not be used to having to work with a partner which I can understand. I've never worked with anyone like this before either but, at least, I like people. You and I don't seem to share that trait.”

Yoongi raised and eyebrow with her last sentence, his curiosity piqued, "Who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter just listen."

Adrienne wanted to get all the words out before she no longer knew what to say. "I don't think we have to be best friends to make music but we will get nowhere if we don't, at the very least, understand each other. The language thing will be a problem for a while but we don't have to speak the same language to get along. This might be my fault, I get overly familiar with people and treat them like we're already friends so I think we should start over."

Yoongi tilted his head to the side and pouted his lips just slightly, clearly confused and Adrienne kept her comment about how puppy-like he looked doing that to herself.

"Like this," She said before clearing her throat. "Hello! My name is Andy Rolle I'm going to be your new co-producer. I hope we can make wonderful music together, I feel like we can learn a lot together!"

Adrienne followed her words with a playful bow by inclining her upper body forward and then extended her right hand towards Yoongi who looked at her like she was mental.

This was silly, and Yoongi knew that but he couldn't help but admire her for making an effort, even if that effort was lame and cringe-worthy it was moderately charming.

"Nice to meet you," he replied after a moment of contemplation, the faintest hint of a smile hiding on his lips, "I am a rapper for Bangtan Sonyeondan, producer, genius. Min Yoongi."

Adrienne smiled and stifled a giggle that bubbled up in her chest.

"Nice to finally meet you, Yoongi."

"Hm. I think you should call me Yoongi-oppa, don't start off being disrespectful."

"You don't know how old I am!"

#bangtanarmynet #bts #bts fic #bts scenarios #bts x woc #min yoongi #suga fic #suga scenarios #yoongi x oc #inwtb #bngtanah

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mint-thread-blog · 6 years

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dusk. 「第一章」

o1. Pairings: I.M x Jooheon

o2. Genre: Short story, thriller, mystery, alternate universe

o3. Trigger warnings: Explicit sexual content, gore, self-harm

o4. Synopsis: Set in Tokyo, Japan. Inspired by Shuichi Yoshida's Parade. You, a dispassionate twenty-someting-year-old from America, and a demi-soloist for a prestigious ballet company move into a shared apartment with four guys. There's Wonho, a haughty, sensitive pâtissier, who's lost his muse, I.M, a makeup artist, who hates his job, Jooheon, a bartender, who is knee-deep in the prostitution business, and Hyungwon, a freelance model, who suffers from insomnia. All are fighting uphill battles in their own lives. However, when a corpse surfaces and strange suicides occur at an abandoned building nearby, the five are forced to dig deeper. By the time they figure out who they're dealing with, it may be too late to back out.

o5. Chapter title: 3:38 am

o6. Word count: 1,055

o7. Song: “Danger (Japanese ver.)” - BTS

You wake at 3:38 am with a headache. Or rather, a nauseating headache that made you feel as though someone had grabbed you by the ankles and smashed your skull against a car's windshield repeatedly.

Pulling the cotton quilt over your head, you attempt to drift into a dreamless sleep. Except, as you're lingering on the cusp between consciousness and unconsciousness, your roommate, Hyungwon begins his nightly mutterings interspersed with soulless laughter.

Groaning, you shuffle out of the room into the deserted kitchen.

During the day, Hyungwon is quiet, mysterious, with an air of sophistication one would expect a successful freelance model to have. But come nighttime, his sleeping habits make him seem like an entirely different person.

There's not a night, ever since you arrived when he isn't sleep-talking. Sometimes, dead-exhausted from practice, you sleep deeply enough to block out the ruckus. Other times, Hyungwon's screeching of random phrases frighten away any possibility of sleep.

Sifting through the fridge, you pull a face at a Tupperware container with some rice topped with what appeared to be a rotten raw egg. Who the hell forgot his meal and left it in there, unlabeled?

You're searching for the pitcher of lemonade you'd made during your day off last week when you happen upon expired, canned apple juice. It's a wonder that the pâtissier among you hasn't lost his patience over the monstrosities left in there.

Giving up, you pop open a can of Kirin beer from the six-pack Jooheon brought home on Tuesday. Sitting on a raised metal stool next to the kitchen counter, you fall into a little daze.

For the past three weeks, you've holed up with four oddballs in a cramped flat conveniently located in the middle of Shinjuku. Besides Hyungwon, there's Jooheon, the bartender, who resembles a gangster, I.M, the makeup artist, and Wonho, arguably the most normal of us all, and the no-nonsense pâtissier.

Initially, like any ordinary person, you were averse to living with random strangers in an apartment - especially with random males, who could be psychopathic rapists in disguise. Moreover, what would your friends and co-workers think? Residing with four males is just asking for an erotic harem to happen.

Not to mention, this flat-sharing arrangement business that Wonho's in charge of is, strictly speaking, illegal too.

However, with limited funds, you could only afford some narrow flat on the outskirts of Tokyo, which would mean a four-hour commute every day.

Not that you regretted moving in so hastily though. Everyone's pretty welcoming, except for Wonho. You have no idea what's rammed up his ass that's making him so damned irritable and rude towards you.

Admittedly, Wonho's appearance falls in your ideal type category. Like most young men in Tokyo, he's got dyed dark brown hair, a chiseled jaw, and a physique that even Hyungwon would be jealous of.

You only love Wonho's face though. Despite being the youngest, he lectures all tenants about their flaws around the clock.

Just last week, you were reprimanded for your "American habit" of "blasting distasteful music." Yeah, well, what 20-year-old listens to classical music if he's not a music major in university? The answer is none, except Wonho.

Thirteen-and-a-half hours and three cans of Heineken later, you arrived at Narita on March 28th. You were 22-years-and-five-months-old, and utterly disinterested in the life ahead of you.

Sure, you'd landed your position as demi-soloist at an established ballet company in Tokyo that regularly performed at the prestigious New National Theatre in Shinjuku ward. Aside from the little popularity you received, though, there was nothing to be thrilled over.

Then again, you could only blame yourself for your dilemma. For the past seven years, you drifted through the School of American Ballet as a "technically flawless, but artistically inexpressive" dancer, who didn't know why she was dancing anymore.

When you're seven, all you dream about is flouncing onstage, pink tutu decorating your hips, with radiant spotlights focused on you from overhead. Then, when you're 20-years-old, the old reality of having to pay bills, fund your own education while repaying ancient student loans, filters in.

Your parents suggested a change of environment. Hence, you moved to the bustling city, where your grandparents were from, that Tokyo is.

Two hours more, and you were standing, dumbfounded, map in hand, underarms drenched in sweat, craving sweets of any kind, in the middle of the late spring streets of Shinjuku. Having asked for directions in broken, awkwardly-phrased Japanese from fifteen pedestrians, you wound up at some bakery.

Peering into the interior, you saw giddy high school girls in uniforms, pudgy housewives, and businesswomen tiptoeing on their designer high heels, crowded on every square inch of the bakery's marble floor.

As if on cue, your stomach rumbled, causing a young couple strolling nearby to cast revolted glances at you. Shrugging, you joined the line outside the automated glass doors that snaked around the corner of the street.

To make the most of your waiting time, you leaned casually against your luggage, Kindle in hand. You're barely down the first page when you feel curious gazes on you from all directions.

You're not surprised. When you're young, and you've got dyed, platinum blonde hair, you're assumed to be some delinquent.

Two businesswomen walk by, carrying adorable boxes, undoubtedly from the bakery. The packaging's rather lavish, even for a bakery in Japan - the box's edges have a golden lace motif, and the top of the box is tied off with a silky gold ribbon.

Eventually entering the air-conditioned paradise, you jostled your way to the front to get a clear view of the pastries, encased preciously in a grand glass display like Sleeping Beauty in her secure coffin.

Your gaze lands on the pastries, and you're speechless. The opulent decorations of the bakery must've served as some distraction from the hideous pastries.

You, sure as hell, didn't line up under the sweltering sun for over half-an-hour just to see such atrocities.

You're fixated on a mini cake labeled "Ambrosia." Contrary to its majestic name, it's a cheap-looking, cylindrical, layered sponge cake topped with white mousse.

This wasn't a version of "The Tongue-Cut Sparrow" where the plainer cake tastes heavenly, while the gaudily decorated ones taste disgusting, right?

"Is something the matter, miss?" A fluid baritone voice greets you.

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Temporary Affairs II

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Chapter o7. Kim Yoona

“Oppa, which one should I wear?” you asked, holding up two maternity dresses in your hands.

Jongin, who had already been dressed twenty-minutes ago, looked from one selection to the other then back again five more times.

“What’s the difference?” he asked, dumbfounded.

You looked at him as if he just cursed your father so he squinted to reexamine the details.

“I really don’t see the difference,” your husband honestly answered.

You huffed and puffed at his ignorance.

“The difference is that this one has an empire waist,” you said holding up the dress in your right hand then raised the one in your left hand, “and this one does not”.

“Uh…that one then,” Jongin said pointing to the left one.

“But the empire waist one makes me look prettier…” you slurred.

“Then wear that one,” he answered, exasperated.

“Okay!” you chipped as if you were a little girl getting your parent’s approval.

With your bangs braided into a crown and dressed in the teal empire waist dress Jongin…well you chose earlier, you walked hand in hand with your husband into the hotel. Due to your indecisiveness on choosing your outfit, you two were late to the party. Guests had already filed into the lobby, crowding up in line to get a glimpse of the center stage. Today, another couple was getting engaged. When people began to push, Jongin protectively curled his arms around your waist from behind. You looked up at him confused but he just shook his head and gave you a reassuring smile so you turned your attention back to the stage.

The girl was apparently the heir of a tea company and the guy was the inheritor of a soap company. Yeah, it may sound strange for them to be arranged to marry but rumors spread that the soap company wanted their license to use the tea brand for future soap scents.

“Do they remind you of us?” you sighed.

“No, not really. They look like they don’t like each other at all,” Jongin replied.

You pouted and strained your neck back to give your husband a look of uncertainty.

“We didn’t like each other either,” you reminded him.

“Maybe during the beginning but by the engagement announcement, I already knew I wanted you as my wife,” he responded. Really? But you kept mute, fearing that he’d just sweet-talk like he always did instead of telling you how he honestly felt.

As the crowd cheered, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”, Jongin’s shoulders shook up and down. You turned around wondering what had caused the fine-looking heir to laugh so hard. Noticing your intense stare, he tried his best to suppress his laughter.

“Jagiya, remember when you fainted after I kissed you during our engagement?” your husband said in between his chuckles.

-___-

You face palmed.

“I don’t want to remember,” you mumbled.

“You were so cute,” he added, kissing the top of your head. You returned his favor by lightly elbowing his chest.

Revealing your flushed complexion from your hands, you gazed forward to the stage but realized you had missed the special moment between the new couple. Your shoulders sagged with a heavy sigh.

After the announcement ceremony ended, the mass of people began to disperse off to the dining halls for food and more socializing. But you wanted to stay and talk to the main female lead…just to tell her that she’ll be okay and everything will work out in the end. So you followed her to the dressing room. Without a word, Jongin trailed behind.

At the doorway, you lifted your fist to politely knock before intruding, but your hand dropped to your side at the sound of muffled cries. She donned a stunning yellow sweetheart dress that tapered into a mermaid’s tail at the bottom. Her hair, silky smooth came together in a half updo, resting on her shoulders like fresh seaweed.

With a sad smile, you entered the room. She doesn’t notice you, all too engulfed in her sorrow. You placed a hand on her bare shoulder, as gently as possible to not startle her but it frightened her anyway.

“Hey, I’m ________ ________,” you introduced, holding your hand out.

She didn’t take it, instead hung her head low. Nodding understandingly, you retreated your hand and took a seat beside her.

“Sucks, doesn’t it?” you said bluntly.

She finally looked up.

“‘Why was I born into a family that puts money before happiness? Why couldn’t I be born into a regular family and marry someone I love?’ I used to keep asking that over and over again until I drilled those thoughts into my brain,” you spoke.

“W-were…you forced to marry someone for your father’s company too?” she stuttered.

“Hmm…I guess you can say that it began that way…” you started.

The new bride looked up at you anticipating you to finish your thoughts.

“It began that way. My husband’s parents and my parents have been business partners for over twenty years and to secure this relationship for future generations, my father thought it would be appropriate for us to get married. But my husband was such a douchebag at first,” you stopped to contain your laughter then continued, “Do you know what he told me on the first date?”

“What?” the girl asked intrigued by your story.

“He told me that I was ugly and that he had no interest in me,” you reminiscence then brought your hand to block your mouth to whisper, “and in his words, ‘Not a D-cup’”.

The girl gasped then succumbed to a fit of giggles. You internally gave yourself a pat on the shoulder for cheering her up.

“But I love him,” you admitted.

“I do too,” the girl also confessed. So she is in the same bind as me. The giver, the pre-determined loser in the game of love.

You patted her hands.

“But he doesn’t love me,” her voice cracked. And even till today, I’m not sure if my husband loves me either.

“My husband screamed for divorce the second day into our marriage,” you informed.

She looked at you shocked.

You laughed, “But here we are today. Still married and about to welcome our first child”.

The girl sighed in relief.

“So don’t fright. It’ll be okay and maybe if it isn’t…it was never meant to be,” you finished.

She returned your smile with her own.

“Thanks for sharing your story. I feel a lot better now. I’m Becky, by the way,” she finally held her hand out. You happily shook it.

You were so focused on your conversation with Becky, you had forgotten Jongin was waiting right outside for you so when you stepped out and bumped right into him, your heart almost jumped out of your chest.

“Oh my God, Oppa,” you addressed, placing your hand on your heart.

He threw you a half smile, positioned his arm around your shoulder, and tugged you away. You’re not sure why he was so quiet and lost in deep thought while you two walked to the buffet area of the dining hall. You took a plate and cheerfully started to gather up food. But from behind, a wild hand snatched onto the plate, seizing it from you. The owner was none other than Kim Jongin.

With your lower lip protruding outward, you whined, “Oppaa…”

Holding your hand, he guided it around his body so that you were practically clinging onto his waist as he walked around and surveyed the available food. At first, you were a bit upset that he didn’t even ask you what you wanted. Food tyrant, much? But when you peeped at the plate and saw all your favorite foods a.k.a. pig intestine sausages, sweet potatoes, and onion salad, little fairies fluttered in your stomach.

“Hehe,” you twittered when Jongin held a piece of sweet potato crisp up to your lips.

You leaned in to take a bite but he teasingly held it higher and higher until you were on your tippy toes.

“Oppa! Hmph,” you slapped his arm and crossed yours over your chest.

“I’m just teasing you, Babe,” he cackled and brought the piece right onto your lips.

You ate it, not forgetting to take advantage and glob your saliva all over your husband’s hands. Instead of being mad, he merely laughed at your immaturity.

“Jongin-ah!” a familiar voice called.

Both of you turned around to see Lee Taemin and Bang Minah, hand in hand. You wiggled your eyebrow playfully pointing to their intertwined hands. Minah blushed and hid behind Taemin.

“Oh ho ho, since when did you two…” your husband said.

“We’re not together,” Minah waved her hands defensively.

“…yet” Taemin finished causing both Minah and you to fangirl and swoon.

After five minutes of Jongin and you harassing the new couple for information about their secretive relationship, the four of you separated into pairs to catch up; Jongin with Taemin and you with Minah. Looping your hand through Minah’s, you dragged her up to the rooftop to further grill her.

With narrowed eyes and hands on your hips, you said, “Bang Minah, how dare you not tell me something so crucial”.

She laughed, nervously poking her two index fingertips together.

But then an idea came to her mind and she countered, “Hey! You didn’t tell me when you were dating Kim Jongin either!”

“That’s because we weren’t real back then!” you shouted back, shocked by her comeback. Are we real now…though?

“Pfftt,” your best friend rolled her eyes.

“Don’t ‘pffffft’ me, Bang Minah!” you scolded.

“Pfffffffffffffffffffffft,” she exaggerated the sound.

“BANG MINAH!” you hollered. You couldn’t believe it. Were you two inseparable best friends, who people constantly mistaken as twins, really fighting over something this insignificant?

“________ ________!” she shouted back with your name, only ten times louder into your ear.

As she does, you lifted your hand to cover your ear but ended up accidentally scratching her cheek.

“DID YOU JUST SCRATCH ME?!” she yelled.

“No, sorry. Sorry, that was seriously an accident,” you quickly apologized but Minah was fuming.

“Jeez, you’re such a baby. You’re not ready to be a mother,” she said under her breath.

You stood still in place with your fists clenched. First, your husband…now your best friend doubted your ability to be a mother. You bit your lip when tears threatened to fall. But because you were stubborn and so upset with your best friend, you clicked your shoes to leave.

“Hey…_______ah, you’re not mad, are you?” Minah called after you but you slammed the rooftop door in her face.

As you went down the stairs, streams of warm liquid slowly poured out of your eyes. Your back throbbed and the soles of your feet were all pink and blotchy. It didn’t help that the baby was kicking and kicking harder and harder. You stopped at a hallway to take a breather and rub your belly to calm the baby down.

“Shh, Honey, sorry Omma scared you. Everything is okay now,” you soothed.

“________ ________,” a female voice called.

As soon as you saw the big round eyes of Lee Sohee, you immediately turned around. Not now. Now’s not the time for this. But she stepped in front of you to prevent you from leaving.

“You think I don’t know that you’re posting all those pictures to brag to me about your wonderful relationship with Oppa?”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed her aside and kept walking. She followed closely behind, grabbing your arm.

“If it wasn’t you, Oppa and I would still be together. He’s just treating you well because his father’s company needs your help!” she provoked.

“Just…just leave me alone!” you said, exasperated.

Flinging her arm away, you stalked off again. Right now, you needed to either find a place to hide and cry your eyes out or find Jongin and cry in his warm arms. You chose the latter so you paced yourself to the dining hall, where you both had agreed to meet up at earlier. To your dismay, Sohee followed.

“Just because you have his baby doesn’t mean anything. He doesn’t love you and won’t keep you after you give birth!” she shouted and you grimaced.

Her voice kept ringing in your ear. Your mind was in total panic mode with all the screaming and shouting. All the socializing, chitchatting, laughter, and background music of the place modge podged into a heap of disaster. Your back hurt more with every second you were on your feet. The new flats you had on weren’t as comfortable as your husband had promised. Minah kept calling your phone. And from your right, a waiter tried to offer you a piece of cake. No. No. NO! You needed to escape badly. So you ran down the stairs. Sohee’s footsteps ran after you.

“Oppa!” you called as your feet touched the last step of the stairway.

But instead of falling flat against the marble, your foot missed the step by a few centimeters. Losing your footing, you stumbled forward. Your hip came crashing hard against the floor beneath you. You gasped, stunned and frozen in place. The noise around you ceased. Jongin who was across the hall earlier, dashed over.

“Jagiya!” he called out, kneeling down beside you.

Your lips parted but no sound came out.

Out of instincts, Jongin started to lift you into his arms but a fellow guest rushed over hollering for him to stop.

“DON’T pick her up! I’m a doctor,” he spoke then turned to the crowd, “someone, please call the ambulance!”

Whimpering, you continued to wheeze for air. You clawed at the floor when the pain in your abdomen set in. No. No. NO. Out of fear, you refused to look down to check the damage, so you kept your eyes staring straight to nothing in particular. Helpless, Jongin got down onto the floor with you. He stroked the back of your head and brought his body closer to yours. For the first few moments, you even refused to look into Jongin’s eyes.

“Jagiya,” his voice lined with devastation.

“I-It’s be-because I’m not good en-nough to be a mother,” you heard your voice whisper as the first tear fell.

“No, no. Jagiya, don’t do this. Everything will be okay. We’ll be fine,” Jongin begged.

The pain in your stomach was so excruciating it felt as if someone had took a sword, sliced open your abdomen, and scraped along your raw flesh. You burst into tears, clawing onto Jongin’s hand tightly. Your loud wails echoed through the large dining hall down to the lobby. Crowds of people encircled around you to see the commotion. You don’t even have time to think or to analyze the situation because your brain was just a mass of nothingness.

“Oppa…” you heard Sohee’s voice call out.

“GO!” he bellowed.

“I didn’t push her…I swear,” she said defensively, her voice shaking.

With gritted teeth, Jongin threatened, “Lee Sohee, don’t you dare ever come near my wife because if you do anything else to provoke her, I don’t care if you are a female, I will make sure you don’t leave here in one piece. DO YOU HEAR ME?”

He finished and laid back down beside you. By now, you could no longer feel any type of pain, or really any sensation in your body. Even your loud shattering wails died down into trembling sobs. For the first time, you placed your palm onto your stomach. Is it because you don’t want me as your Omma? I know, Omma is not good enough but I swear if you give me a chance…please if you give me one chance, I’ll do anything – anything to protect you.

Jongin placed his hand over yours on your stomach. You looked into his dark orbs that mirrored your watery ones.

“Oppa, can we decide a name for her?” your voice cracked.

Because you knew…it was so evident from the beginning that you were unfit for this role as a mother. But even if the baby leaves you, you wanted to gift her at least a name for willing to stay with you for these past six months…because there was something so melancholy and heart breaking about dying nameless, with no one to remember you…lost and forgotten like the faint howls that faded into the vast seas.

“Kim Yoona,” your husband responded, patting your stomach.

“Yoona…” you called, rubbing your tummy as well.

Kim Yoona. The name that will forever be engraved in the depths of your heart. Forever the little piece of you that remained empty and void. Forever the reason why you’ll never forget the tiny being that once entrusted you with her delicate little life. You betrayed her. Yoona, if you give Omma a chance to make it up to you, I swear. I swear I will do anything.

“Oppa…I’m sorry,” you tearfully apologized. You won’t want to keep me after this. No one will.

With his face twisted, he shook his head and said, “No, it’s fine. Everything will be fine”.

“Oppa…thank you for taking me as your wife,” you heard your voice say in a volume that was almost inaudible.

“Wh-what?” Jongin asked then begged when your eyelids swung, “Jagiya, don’t sleep”.

“I…love…you,” you whispered with your last ounce of energy.

Your eyes rolled back and you faintly hear your husband’s weeping voice call out to you to stay with him. Are you really willing to keep me?

a/n: why? ╥﹏╥

Oh gosh, I almost posted chapter 7 of Beautiful Distraction instead! Thank goodness I double checked or else it would have spoiled the whole story. (Which, btw I can't stop rereading ._.)

#kai fanfic #kai fanfiction #kai scenario #kai scenarios #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo scenario #exo scenarios #kai #jongin #kim jongin #exo angst #exo #Temporary Affairs

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