#made text small bc this was long and I wanted to condense it

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Please, can you tell a little more about Jason's relationship with the love like you song? 🥺 How do you feel about the song in more detail?

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Eating my wall rn.

He just gets a glimpse of the show one day because he was saving some really young kid and, trying to comfort them, he asked if they wanted to watch anything. The kid says Steven Universe. Jason doesn’t really pay the show all that much attention, he's busy.

But he catches the scene where Amethyst screams that she never asked to be made.

He watches the show after that. He watches it for lost childhood reasons.

He hears Love Like You in the credits and immediately starts sobbing until you get home and comfort him.

Anyway, analysis time.

"I always thought I might be bad" He sees himself as a necessary evil in Gotham. Something that needs to be done. Someone has to have blood on their hands, and he's going to make sure no one else has to. But there's still blood on his hands.

"now I'm sure that it's true/ 'Cause I think you're so good/ And I'm nothing like you" To Jason, you are everything good in the world. You are the light of his life. He feels like he must be bad if you are everything good and you're polar opposites.

"Look at you go/ I just adore you/ I wish that I knew/ What makes you think I'm so special" He watches everything you do with raw adoration and awe. You are everything he's ever wanted. Sometimes he just doesn’t know what you see in him. He's a killer, a criminal, something to be feared, but you hold his face in your hands like he's something precious.

Tbh I feel like the rest is self explanatory, but I can write a fic ab it later if u want.

But the "I could even learn how to love like you" is how you love him like it's breathing. You love him like there's nothing else in the world you were meant for. Your love is pure and unconditional.

And he may be scarred and feel like his love could never be enough, doesn’t shape up to yours (lie), but fuck if he wont try for you. He'll love you with everything he has.

[yukheii]

— butterfly.

+ pairings :: yoongi + reader

+ genre and warnings :: college au, best friends au, potentially friends to lovers i say potentially bc the..... to lovers part doesn’t happen in this drabble but..... yoongi Really Cares 

+ notes :: inspired by my own haunting experiences with night class these past two semesters and my need for want for more college moongi :((

The whole appeal of torturing yourself through three hours of night class is that you get to knock everything out in one session. No multiple sections during the week—just one and done.

It’s not as bad as it sounds. Your professor is brilliant, actually entertaining, and does her best to keep the class engaged—she’s funny in that awkward, geek, professor kind of way. And she gives you short, five to ten minute breaks at every hour mark to make sure everyone doesn’t completely lose their minds.

Not to mention, you have Jimin in this class too, so at least you’re not suffering alone.

Going to this class is certainly a commitment, but in the past few weeks, you’ve learned to actually enjoy it. So long as you come to class on time, prepared, and with—

“Fuck,” you curse, watching Jimin pull out one of his many, tiny boxed juices. The ones meant for children that he and Taehyung claim are packed with more nutrients.

“What?” he asks, expression more shocked than concerned as he sets the juice in the right corner of his table.

“I forgot to bring snacks,” you pout.

Come on time, be prepared, and bring snacks. Those were the only three rules of night class, and you’d completely forgotten about the last one.

“Sounds like a you problem,” the blond grins, taunting his chocolate bar in front of you.

You reach and grab a piece, stuffing part of it into your mouth to spite him, but regretting your choices as soon as the chocolate melts on your tongue.

“What the fuck—is this mint chocolate?”

“Yes it is,” Jimin huffs, snatching the remaining stolen bit out of your fingers and popping it into his mouth, “And it is delicious.”

“You’re a demon.”

“A demon with snacks for the next three hours.”

The comment makes you groan again. Class didn’t officially start for another eleven minutes. You could try and run to the student center to grab some last minute snacks, but the line was probably enormous at this point, filled with other students like you who’d forgot to pack their own food for late classes. You’d never make it back on time—and that was the first rule of night class.

“Do you think Yoongi will bring me coffee?” you whine, trying to steal one of Jimin’s non mint-chocolate bars, but he holds his bag at a distance, uttering something about getting your own.

“Probably,” Jimin shrugs, humming to himself before rephrasing with a knowing smirk, “Actually, definitely. If he’s still here.”

You pout again, opening messages on your laptop to send him a text just as your professor begins to set up the presentation for the night at the podium.

[sent 6:49 PM] you — moongi are u still on campus

[received 6:51 PM] moongi — yeah — why what’s up

[sent 6:51 PM] you — uwu — wanna bring me an iced coffee before class — i have my 7-10 today and i forgot snacks :—(

[received 6:52 PM] moongi — i told you to stop sending me smileys with ugly noses — should you even be drinking coffee this late ur never gonna go to sleep

You scoff, and Jimin takes it as invitation to take a peep at your screen; that same smirk playing on his lips as he reads your conversation.

[sent 6:52 PM] you — oh that’s RICH coming from YOU

[received 6:52 PM] moongi — ur being awfully mean to someone who u want to spend $6 on a single drink for u

Jimin has the audacity to laugh. It earns him a pinch on the arm.

[sent 6:53 PM] you — i’m sorry love u moongi — venti iced chai tea latte  — light ice

[received 6:53 PM] moongi — offended u think i don’t know ur starbucks order by know

[sent 6:53 PM] you — uwu

[received 6:53 PM] moongi — but ur getting a grande i’m not made of money

[sent 6:53 PM] you — un-uwu

“I don’t blame him,” Jimin chuckles, scrunching the wrapper from his finished bar between his fingers.

You flick him away, earning a screech from Jimin, and a few heads turned in your direction. More students begin filling into the room as the clock gears closer to eight, and you and Jimin spend the time opening the powerpoint for tonight’s lectures on your computers.

It’s eight o’clock on the dot when your laptop pings with another message from Yoongi—and a groan from Jimin, who breeches your personal bubble for the third time in ten minutes to press the mute button on your keyboard.

[received 8:00 PM] moongi — where are u sitting

[sent 8:00 PM] you — front row to the right

Jimin’s waving hand catches your attention first, then Yoongi’s. His only acknowledgment of the younger’s over the top waving is an eye roll, before he makes his way over to your seats, two Starbucks cups and a plastic bag in his hands.

“Aw, Yoongi, you brought me one too!” Jimin chirps, making grabby hands at the other drink as Yoongi hands you the first.

He pulls it out of arm’s reach, brining the green straw to his own lips with a scoff, “As if.”

“Thanks, Yoon,” you smile, watching Jimin pout back into his seat. He offers you a small nod and a smile as he continues to his on his drink. He extends his left hand this time, placing the plastic bag in your lap, silently.

Inside, there are a few granola bars, a bagel, cream cheese, some kind of sandwich, Pocky, a mini-sized Nutella cup, and a bottle of water. When you look back up at Yoongi he simply shrugs, biting the straw between his teeth while a light pink dusts over his cheeks.

“You said you forgot your snacks,” he mentions, “I figured you’d harass Jimin the whole lecture if you didn’t have your own, you know.”

“Oh, he got you Pocky! Let me have—” Jimin all but screams, prompting you to swat him away. The commotion grabs the attention of your professor, standing a few feet away at the podium.

She looks like she’s about to tell you to settle down or start the presentation, but then her gaze shifts slightly to Yoongi, and to your surprise, both their faces light up.

“Dr. Choi,” Yoongi greets with a smile and a handshake.

“Yoongi,” she smiles back, “Good to see you again. What are you doing here—I think I’d remember you being in this class.”

“I’m not, actually, my friends are,” Yoongi chuckles, body shifting in your direction while his arm gestures to you and Jimin, “I just came by with snacks.”

The two of them fall into easy conversation, and you have to sit back in awe. You’d listened to Yoongi rave about his Philosophy professor all of last semester, but you hadn’t imagined that your current Psychology professor was the same Dr. Choi.

She was the one that had convinced Yoongi to take more Philosophy and Logic courses, and ultimately guided him towards his Pre-Law declaration.

You get lost in your thoughts watching them interact—it’s obvious Dr. Choi was and still is very much investing in Yoongi’s wellbeing, and that he has immense respect and gratitude for her. It makes you happy, to know that he has someone who cares about his academic success the way she does.

You don’t notice the smile that settles onto your face, but Jimin does. Just like he notices the way Yoongi speaks to Dr. Choi about you. Just like he notices that the drink on the corner of your desk is, in fact, a venti, and not a grande. Just like he notices that the granola bars in the bag are not only your favorite flavor, but from your favorite brand, too. Just like he notices everything else.

It’s almost six minutes past eight before Dr. Choi realizes, apologizing to Yoongi for cutting their conversation short, and finishing her preparations for the class that will shortly begin.

Yoongi takes small footsteps back towards you, “You didn’t tell me Dr. Choi taught this class.”

“Didn’t know it was the same prof,” you shrug, “You think I’ll get brownie points now that she knows I know her favorite student?”

“You don’t need them,” Yoongi cracks a smile at the comment, “Anyway, I better go before she starts. Call me when you’re done, I’ll drive you guys home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Jimin and I usually—”

“Doll,” Yoongi cuts your words short, “Just call me when you’re finished.”

“Why are you turning down a free ride, you wench,” Jimin comments.

You throw daggers in his direction, before accepting Yoongi’s offer. Your tone is reluctant, but your smile gives you away. Yoongi hums.

“And eat the bagel before the Pocky.”

“You’re annoying.”

“I’m a saint,” Yoongi grins before pressing his cold cup to the side of your cheek, relishing in the way you squeal and pull away from him, “Call me.”

He begins walking away just as Dr. Choi starts to grab everyone’s attention. You scrunch your nose, wiping the condensation on your cheek away with the sleeve of your sweater, before opening your notes for the evening.

“You’re really dense, aren’t you?” Jimin asks, the look on his face almost incredulous as you dip a piece of the bagel into cream cheese.

“Dense about what?” you ask back, cheeks stuffed with food.

Jimin shakes head, turning back to his laptop with a frown.

“Hopeless,” he mumbles, “The both of you.”

[cherrysinct-blog]

7 minutes in Heaven {Taeyong}

› words: 2.6K

Part 1

› pairing: Taeyong x Fem!Reader

› genre: smut

› warning: oral, fingering, mention of alcohol, and just people having fun

› a/n: it’s my first time writing a fic that is that long (for me bc usually it’s around 800-1K words.) So i would really love it if you could give me a feedback about what you liked, what i should change, etc. Constructive criticisms are always welcomed

‘So are you coming tonight?’

Mark, at the other end of the phone line has been trying to convince you to go at Jaehyun’s party. You’ve been working hard lately and thought that some fun would not kill you.

‘Okay I’m coming but it better be fun’ you answer while rolling your eyes. His insistence made you give up.

‘It will be ! Don’t worry.’

You hang up and flop onto your bed. You don’t know who will be there or what would happen so memories of Jaehyun’s previous parties flash into your head. Little parts come little by little as you remember that usually everyone ends up drunk afterwards. You laugh as you recall that moment when a drunk Mark tripped and fell in the pool.

After some time you finally get up and go to your wardrobe to find something to put on. You choose your favorite hoodie and a navy blue skirt with a pair of Converse.

You ruffle your hair then go to the kitchen to eat something before heading to the party.

Halfway through your sandwich you receive a text from Mark.

Markiepoo: ,,omw to pick you up. i’ll be here in 2 mins’’

Your eyes widen as you hurry to finish your sandwich. The doorbell rings some seconds later. You runs towards the door and see Mark waiting impatiently in front of your door. You open it as he gets in.

‘Are you ready to go ?’ he asks while looking around the house.

‘Hi ! Yes i’m fine thanks for asking’ you say sarcastically but Mark doesn’t give you any attention. He walks through the living room and sits on the couch. He finally looks at you waiting for you to answer. You sigh before turning away and heading to the bathroom ‘I just have to brush my teeth and i’ll be ready’

Mark sits patiently ‘You know alcohol doesn’t taste good after you brushed your teeth’ he jokes. ‘Alcohol never taste good honey.’ you answer on the same tone as his. Once you finish to brush your teeth you go to the living room and sit next to Mark. ‘So who’s coming tonight?’ The lack of informations you received about this party makes you anticipate what will happen later.

‘Oh the usual. Jaehyun obviously. Me obviously. You obviou-‘

‘Go straight to the point’ you cut him, your eyebrows frowning in annoyance

‘Straight to the point ? Sooo you mean Taeyong’ he looks at you mischievously and with a small grin growing on his face.

You look at him surprised for a good minute then chuckle, completely dumbfounded

‘You know that you are a little piece of shit. You asked me to come at this party just for this. That’s why you were so insistent’ You get up as you exaggerately gasp. He gets up too and grab your arm. ‘Don’t say stupid things like this. I don’t even know who’s is coming at that party i just want to rid my mind of all of the work i have to do.’

With a firm grip he walks the both of you out of your apartment. He grabs the keys and closes the door. ‘We are already late’ he says while walking rapidly to his car. ‘A Queen is never late. Everyone is just early’ You sassily reply making Mark rolls his eyes and shakes his head. You get in his car and drive to Jaehyun’s house. You put music and the both of you jam in the car getting in the right mood for a party.

Once you arrived there you could hear the loud music and some people out, talking and laughing. You get in the house, Mark walking by your side, as you walk up to Jaehyun.

‘Y/N ! Happy to see you. I thought you wouldn’t come’ he greets you with a big smile and rosy cheeks. Johnny and Jaemin comes to welcome you and Mark too, the smell of alcohol already permeated on their clothes. You ask for a drink as you look around to see other familiar faces. You see the group of friends that always come to Jaehyun’s party. They are really nice and fun so you will join them later. You receive your drink and swallow one sip, the bitter taste of alcohol burning your throat. You take the cup with you and walk towards the group of friend.

Everyone is either tipsy or drunk but no one apart from you and Mark, is sober. With the loud music you start to dance. Feeling yourself drifting away by the effect of alcohol you carelessly swing your hips. Everyone is stick to each other but you don’t really care, you are having fun.

Jaehyun stumbles in the crowd, smiling ‘Who wants to play a game ?’

Some people screams in approvement as they follow Jaehyun into a room further from the living room where everyone else is condensed. The only people that you know are Johnny, Ten, Mark, Jaehyun and Taeyong.

Jaehyun put his index finger in the air in order to get everyone’s attention ‘So the game i chose, and i think it’s going to be very fun, it’s 7 minutes in Heaven !’ Johnny, who is next to him groan

‘Isn’t that game we usually play in middle school’

‘Whatever it’ll be fun’ Jaehyun replies right away. He gets up and go to the table where empty bottles are strewn. He takes one and sits on the floor. Everyone follows and sits in a circle. Mark sits by your side and quickly smile at you before turning his attention to Jaehyun who starts to set up the rules

‘So it’s simple. I’ll spin the bottle two times. The two people who got choosen by the bottle will have to go to the bathroom right there, for 7 minutes. They can do whatever they want. Whatever happens in this bathroom stays in the bathroom. Get it ?’

Everyone quickly nods in agreement. Jaehyun places the bottle at the center of the circle and spins it. It first lands on Mark who gets up and wait to see who will be with him. The bottle spins again and choose a girl who gets up too.

They walk towards the bathroom which is next to the room.

‘When you enter the bathroom the 7 minutes start and at the end i open the door right away so be careful!’ Jaehyun warns them while smirking. He gives Mark a wink as they enter the bathroom. Jaehyun launches the timer for 7 minutes. While waiting you decided to play truth or dare. Since everyone was pretty drunk this game went wild. Johnny has to wait for his next turn while only wearing his boxers. Ten said he would prefer to fuck Johnny rather than Taeyong and you had to drink four shots which got you a bit tipsy.

The phone rings signaling that it has been 7 minutes since that girl and Mark went to the bathroom. Jaehyun quickly goes to the bathroom and opens the door without any warning. Everyone’s impatient face turns into a dissatisfied one when they see Mark and the girl playing rock paper scissors. Mark comes out proudly as he sits beside you

‘Did you really played rock paper scissors for 7 minutes ?’ You wonder a bit disappointed

Mark comes closer to your ear and whisper ‘Nah we actually kissed but i’m not dumb ! I knew it when we have been in this bathroom for at least 5 minutes so i told her to play a game while waiting. It was so funny to see y’all’s disappointed faces’ he laughs loudly and Jaehyun calls everyone’s attention back to the game. He puts the bottle at the center again and spins it as it lands on you. You slowly get up as you wait to see who is the choosen one. Jaehyun spins the bottle again. The slower it gets the more excited you are. It finally lands on Taeyong who gets up as well.

‘Well let’s go’ you say while smiling. The effect of alcohol turns you into a more confident person so you gladly take Taeyong’s arms and head towards the bathroom happily.

You close the door behind you and sit on the sink, swinging your feet. Taeyong looks at you, his back pressed against the wall and his arms crossed. The seconds pass but nothing happens so you get off the sink and walk towards him

‘So ?’ You tilt your head to the side waiting for him to do something ‘So what ? You want to do something. Let’s just play Rock Paper Scissors like Mark did’ he says jokingly

‘I planned to have fun tonight so are you in ?’

‘Oh. Well it’s a good reason to do something else than what i had in mind so yeah i’m in’

He doesn’t have to say anything more before you crash your lips onto his. He is taken aback but returns the kiss by opening his mouth a bit wider for the kiss to deepen. You press your body onto his making him unable to move because of his body being pressed between the wall and you. He puts one hand on your waist and the other holds your face by the cheek. You put your thigh between his to give him some frictions. As you roll your hips against his thigh, Taeyong moan in the kiss from the pleasure that is rushing to his crotch. You deepen the kiss by placing your hand against his neck, pulling his head forward towards yours.

Taeyong can’t keep his hands off you as they wander all over your body. From your waist to your back then to your boobs, they finally land below your ass to make you jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You hold his face in both of your hands as you slip your tongue in his mouth. Taeyong walks towards the sink and lands you on it. His tongue caresses yours and his mouth sucks on your tongue from time to time. He lays his hands on your thighs caressing them up and down. You can feel every details of his calloused hands inching closer and closer to where you needed them the most. You moan as his hands reach your skirt to pull it up.

You slide your hands in his hair as his make their way to your heated core. One of his hand spreads your thighs apart as the other creeps slowly to your panties. He puts his thumb on your clothed clit and moan as he feels the wet patch on your panties getting in contact with his digit. He rubs slow circles onto your clit while you kiss his jaw and then move down to his neck. You find his sweet spot that has him moan and roll his head back. The movements of his thumb gets faster as you start to roll your hips onto it. You grab his shoulders to steady yourself. He smirks at the little moans you let out, eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

‘You are so beautiful like this’ he whispers next to your ear.

His compliment make you moan louder and dig your finger in his shirt. He places himself right between your legs and you wrap them around his waist to have him closer to your body. His free hand goes to your head and strokes your hair, removing all strands that are falling on your face.

He stands straight on his feet to look at you. His stare drifts from your eyes to your slightly open mouth as his tongue slightly wet his bruised lips. He moves his head forward and brushes his lips softly against yours, his eyes never leaving yours before he kisses you roughly and passionately again. He quickly takes off your panties making it falls to your ankles. You moan as the cold material of the sink comes in contact with your wet pussy.

Taeyong holds you by the waist as his other hand caresses your wet folds

‘You are so wet already’ he says groaning before diving his fingers into your pussy. You lay back against the cold mirror while Taeyong pumps his fingers in and out of you. He puts his other hands on your clit and rubs circles against it. You try to grab something near you to control yourself from cuming right away.

The fog formed on the mirror and the loud music blasting from the living room get the both of you in light-headed state.

Taeyong plays with your swollen clit and leans in to kiss your lips sloppily. He moves his tongue inside your mouth and battles with yours. You break the kiss to moan

‘Please make me cum’ Taeyong smiles at your neediness as he gets on his knees in front of your pussy. He is only teasing your clit as he watches your wetness drips out. He kisses your thighs while leaving some love bites at your inner thighs and blows cold air onto your throbbing pussy. You squirm at the feeling and arch your back once you feel Taeyong’s hot tongue touching your wet pussy. He licks a long strip and then suck harshly on your clit. Both of his hands grabs your thighs to keep them open. You run your fingers through Taeyong’s hair and pull on it as he gives you rapid kitten licks

‘Stop the teasing we don’t have enough time for this’ you moan out and pull on his hair harder.

Taeyong obeys and takes one of his hand off your thigh to land it on your clit. He pinches it which makes you whine in pain. He looks at you from his eyelashes and smile at your fucked out face. You have your eyes closed tightly, your mouth open, your chest rising rapidly and your hips rolling for some frictions. He groans at this beautiful view and pushes two fingers inside of you. He pumps them in and out of you as he curls them to find your gspot.

A more high pitched moan comes out and the grip you have on his hair gets tighter signaling him he found your sweet spot. He continues to move his fingers rapidly to make you cum. He pokes out his tongue and teases your throbbing clit with small licks while tracing circles.

You release the grip you had on his hair and grab onto the edge of the cold sink. Your back arches as a long and loud moan comes out of your lips. You feel your cum dripping out of your pussy onto Taeyong’s hand. He pumps his fingers until you completely ride out your orgasm as he licks away all your cum. He gets up and help you sit up. He looks at you as he puts his fingers into his mouth to swallow every drop of your essence, never leaving your lustful eyes. Once he is finished he leans in and kiss you so you could taste yourself of his tongue and lips. You moan as the sweet taste goes into your mouth down your throat. You pull back and he kneels down to help you put your panties again.

You kiss him again as the door opens brutally with a smiling but very drunk Jaehyun.

‘Aye ! See ? They weren’t playing Rock Paper Scissors like you did dumbass’ he screams to Mark and to everyone else. Everyone laughs loudly completely drunk. Jaehyun steps aside to let you go in the circle for another round. You get out as you go to join the other but Taeyong stops you ‘want to continue this upstairs ?’

[baljeet]

in which baz yeets to cairo to avoid simon

or, a snowbaz high school au featuring a kiss that wasn’t supposed to happen, fall out boy, and snowbaz as oblivious gays™

word count: 2328

First of all, my date with Samantha was a mistake. Of course, I didn’t think it was a mistake at the time. She’d caught me off-guard after class one day, and I didn’t realize that dinner on a Friday qualified as a date until we were staring awkwardly at each other across the table at a decidedly grimy Italian joint, and she nearly threw her water glass at me when I said, “So, shall we split the bill?”

Needless to say, Samantha and I don’t speak much anymore. I suppose that’s a good thing—but really, it was nice to have the distraction from some of the more difficult things in my life.

Namely, the fact that I see Simon Snow every day, and he still wraps me in an infuriatingly casual one-armed hug like we’re best bros on the football team. Not that Simon Snow would be caught dead playing football, but that’s beside the point. The point is that I’ve known him for years, since we were both in middle school and I somehow wound up at his lunch table with nowhere else to sit one day, blasting Fall Out Boy on my iPod shuffle and pretending like I wasn’t looking at him smile. I wish I could wax poetic about how I’ve come a long way from then, say some profound shit about how much I’ve grown, but really—

It’s four years later, we still eat lunch together, and I’m still blasting Fall Out Boy and trying to sort out this knot in my chest they like to call emotion (for what it’s worth, however, I’ve graduated to an iPhone). He knows everything about Samantha, though, which was definitely a gutsy move on my part. But something in me is waiting for that moment when I go too far and he calls me back. Scratch that, I realize two days after that disastrous date, staring at the wall because it’s better than looking in the mirror at the confusion in my eyes. He knows everything about Samantha except why I’m leaving her.

Because despite it all, despite the time and the relationships that have come and gone, despite everything that’s happened in these past four years—

I’m hopelessly in love with Simon Snow.

I’ve written about it a thousand times, everything from poems to stories to haikus, and one day I even made a playlist (featuring exactly zero Fall Out Boy songs) for him, but my finger always hovers just above the send button. When did something so small and hospital-blue become so intimidating?

Simon, of course, is completely oblivious. He has no problem hitting that button, sending me random thoughts he has throughout the day, something he thought was funny and wanted to share, the occasional meme—normal friend stuff.

I wonder what it’s like to text without over-analyzing every character.

But it’s something I’m going to have to keep wondering, because I’ve been staring at my phone for the past hour or so, trying to figure out the best way to tell Samantha that while I appreciate her asking me out, it’s not a relationship I’d like to pursue. A sentiment that sounds nice enough in my head, but every time I try and type it out, it reads: ur cool but i’m kind of in love with someone else. and that someone else is a guy so uh have a heart ig and don’t hate me bc i have to sit next to you in bio every day for the next 6 months. Sending a text like that, however, would be disastrous. So I don’t.

Instead, I find her after class on Monday, and say, far too quickly, “Friday was fun but I don’t like you.”

“What?” she replies, stopping in her tracks.

My first thought is that now we’re those irritating kids in the hallway who just stop for no reason, and we’re probably holding everyone up, and it’s only when she says, “Um, Baz?” that I realize she’s asked me a question.

“I don’t like you. Like that. I mean. We can still be friends. If you’re chill. We’re chill, right?” I’m speaking in fragments; it’s probably incoherent, but she seems to get it. Or at least, it looks like she does.

She nods. “Sure. Friends.”

“Perfect!” I reply. “I’m so glad we worked this out.”

Samantha doesn’t reply, but the hallway is too crowded for her to slip away, so we continue to walk side by side. The silence is palpable, and I debate whether or not it would be rude to put my earbuds in until it’s too late because I see my bus.

I practically barrel over to the kid I sit with—I forget if his name is Jack or John—and strike up a conversation. “Hey, man, what’s up?”

Jack/John just gives me a strange look, opting to sit somewhere else today. I slide into my empty two-seater, and my heart skips a beat when I see a text from Simon. did you talk to samantha?

I debate whether or not to reply, though honestly, what would I even say in reply? He thinks I’ve broken things off with her because of some carefully placed comments about “not being over my ex,” but lying to Simon is something I’d rather not do.

I don’t reply, and I’m grateful when a text comes a moment later from another classmate. you really dodged a bullet with samantha, i heard she’s a homophobe.

Without thinking, I forward the message to Simon.

His reply sends chills down my spine that really shouldn’t be there. only one way to find out.

Tuesday brings with it a torrential downpour. I think it’s rather fitting. Today’s music is Paramore, which I haven’t listened to since freshman year, but the rain plus the uncertainty is definitely a Paramore mood.

Despite the rather dreadful weather, Simon’s wearing his brilliant smile, as always, and finishing the last of his breakfast scone, as always. “So, I heard about Samantha—Baz, you went on a date with her. Did you know?”

“Simon, I didn’t even know it was a date until the end,” I reply, shaking my head.

He punches me in the arm. “You’re kidding, right?”

I arch an eyebrow at him. “How was I supposed to know?”

“My god, Baz. It was dinner. On a Friday night. What class do you even have with her? AP Bio.? How on earth are you managing an AP class when you can’t even understand that was a date?”

Now that it’s all spelled out, I suppose it makes sense. “I wish I hadn’t done it. And if Samantha really is a homophobe, then I really wish I hadn’t done it.”

Simon shrugs. “It’s alright. It’s like the time I almost kissed Victor during gym when he was just trying to reach past me to get the badminton racquets.”

I laugh as though the story is an old memory I haven’t thought about in ages, when really, that can’t be farther than the truth. Simon’s story about Victor had been his way of coming out, and it had been the day that I’d realized there was a real chance for us.

“Embarrassing love stories aside, we should probably head to class. You need all the extra education you can get, clearly,” he cuts off, swiftly changing direction and making a left towards the science hallway, where he has chemistry and I have physics.

We’re about halfway to where we usually part ways when I see her out of the corner of my eye. Samantha. She hasn’t seen me, though; she’s talking (rather loudly) to her friends about some encounter with a kid in her PE class. But then she says, “He’s such a f*g, you know? Like my god, I get that you’re gay but you don’t have to be so obnoxious about it.”

I don’t catch the name of who she’s talking about. It doesn’t matter—I’m seeing red, my hands are clenched in fists, and I’ve spun around on the spot to face her direction.

“Baz—” Simon says.

I’m so angry I barely register that he’s grabbed my hand.

Samantha’s seen me now; her eyes catch mine and widen in recognition. I’m only two steps away from her when Simon tugs me the other way. “Baz. Take a deep breath, getting into a fight won’t solve anything.”

“Can you believe her?” I snap back in reply. “Who the fuck does she think she is?”

I’m coming up with more terrible things to say to Samantha when Simon’s grip tightens on my wrist, moving further up my arm.

“What are you—”

“This will really piss her off, and I’m not even going to say anything,” Simon replies with a smile.

His eyes are so close and so bright.

It’s the last clear thought I have before he presses me against the lockers and kisses me.

I wish I could say I kiss him back.

I don’t. I freeze. Hands pinned to my sides, eyes squeezed shut, balance wavering, wondering if this is all a dream.

But then I dare to open one eye, just a crack, and there is Simon, clear as day.

He pulls away, but one of his hands remains on my arm. “Baz, I—”

His words are cut off by the bell.

“See you at lunch,” is all I manage to stammer out, before stumbling half-dazed into Calculus.

I do not see him at lunch; apparently, Simon has a club meeting. I don’t know if I am more relieved or upset when Penny reminds me that there’s band practice today and he won’t be joining us.

I don’t recall what I say to her in reply. My mind is far-off, on a constant replay of that moment, over and over and over as I wonder how I managed to fuck up so badly.

I’d literally frozen. Up against the lockers, not even moving, hadn’t even kissed him back . . .

It’s still replaying through my head when I get home, skipping the stairs on my way up to my room.

Simon Snow kissed me.

It doesn’t seem real.

But it is real, because Samantha’s un-added me on Snapchat, and there’s a text from Simon saying that he’s sorry, and everything is catching up with me and I’m not thinking.

I’m only typing as fast as my hands will let me.

hey simon. so there were a lot of opportunities for me to tell you this today, honestly i couldn’t find the words and i didn’t even know if i should tell you. but i feel awful and i think you should know the truth. so here goes. i didn’t want to break things off with samantha because i’m not over my ex. it was because i realized i might have feelings for you. i don’t expect you to feel the same way at all, but i’m so tired of keeping this secret. so yeah, now it’s out there, i guess. —baz.

I stare it it. Everything I’ve wanted to say for years, all condensed in the tiny message box, and the only thing stopping me is that damned blue button.

One . . . Two. . . Three.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I press send.

Then, I promptly throw my phone across the room. There’s a resounding crack as it hits the wooden headboard of my bed. I’ve probably fractured the screen, but I don’t really mind.

I start to walk downstairs, but after two steps I whirl back around, sprinting to my room and grabbing the phone.

No answer.

I start a movie. Some Michael Bay trash I can focus on without really thinking.

An hour passes.

No answer.

I finish the movie and debate whether or not to start another one, before deciding to play Solitaire.

Another hour passes.

No answer.

I actually do my Calculus homework for once, spending two hours trying to figure out what the fuck a derivative is.

Two hours pass before I check my phone again.

There’s a text from Simon.

I almost throw my phone down the stairs, but I restrain myself, turning off my speakers so Twenty-One Pilots isn’t blasting louder than my thoughts anymore and I can focus.

i really don’t know how i should reply to this. this is honestly a surprise to me but i’m glad to know the truth, even if it complicates things. i’m not quite sure how i feel, but this feels like a conversation we should have in person. talk to you soon?

I read it no less than twelve times before beginning to type my reply. ok, see you.

Then I pace back and forth across my room until I’m dizzy, wondering if I’m supposed to call him or he’s supposed to call me or if I should invite him over, or if it’s too late to, or if I should ask him when exactly we’re going to talk, considering tomorrow I’m leaving for a family reunion in Cairo and I won’t have my phone for ten days . . .

But I don’t say anything else.

I do not sleep that night. I stare at the ceiling and wonder at the possibilities. Wonder at the fact that Simon kissed me and even though I didn’t kiss him back he didn’t completely shut me down, that there’s something hopeful about that text, about the future.

About our future.

Maybe.

That maybe lingers for the rest of the night, and for that morning as I pack for Cairo.

It lingers as I leave for the airport, staring out the car window and trying not to look too much at my reflection, eyes brighter than they’ve been in a while.

It lingers as I get on a direct flight to Cairo, and though it’s reckless of me, I send Simon a text that says, i’ll miss you.

My phone loses service a few minutes before cruising altitude.

I think it’s oddly appropriate that my Simon playlist comes on my shuffle.

[seoulscenarios]

Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo?

Genre: light angsty fluff, high school au, female reader insert

Member(s): Stray Kids’ Minho (ft. Jisung and the lads)

Word count: 2991

Warnings: light swearing, light pda at the end

Summary: you and Minho had been best friends since you could walk but it seems only you had developed a crush on him. Will a late class and a small two man production of Romeo and Juliet change his mind or does he really not like you? Featuring the rest of the crackheads with their leader, Han Jisung, love is in the air at school and a certain someone is just oblivious to it.

Authors note: based off the following request “All time fav cliché best friends to lovers with Minho (stray kids) angsty fluff where reader (preferably female) thinks her love is one sided, but turns out it’s not. Good ending”. I hope this is something to what you wanted and sorry it’s not heavy on the angst pls enjoy !!

-You and Minho had een best friends for years and you always had the tiniest crush on Minho but it escalated a lot over the summer as Minho glowed UP

-Wow u are whipped

-However whipped as you are for him he never seemed to reciprocate it

-Ever

-You even went out with on valentine’s day 3 (three?!) years in a row but his thick skull didn’t acknowledge it and just thought it was another friends doing friends things

-So, you moved on

-I mean he’s your best friend you can’t let your crush get in the way of things

-You were there for him whenever he argued with his parents or friends, he was stressed about school or failed a test and uwu

-You’re just the bestest of friends and everyone is jealous (tho most think you are dating)

-So,,,,,

-You guys always hang out in school together bc you’re in the same friendship group

-And youre in most of the same classes, so you normally walk together

-WELL

-Minho managed to make the BOTH of you late to ur first class bc his dumb ass slept through his alarm and u had to basically drag him out of bed lmao

-So u rock up late for class

-Ur teacher is NOT impressed

-So as a punishment they give u a script of a play and told to learn it by next week

-U groan when u see the title of the play

-Romeo and Juliet

- Oh no

-This won’t end well

-You glance at Minho to see if he has any reaction bc,,,,, hello ur dying on the inside and probably the outside and you can hear Jisung and felix trying to hold in their laughs at u

-(you make a mental note to beat their asses later)

-And Minho

-Is very unfazed as he flicks through the script

-Ur kinda disappointed

-I mean it’s not fair how you’re a literal MESS trying not to let the floor swallow u up in embarrassment tbh

-So,, the two of you practice outside of class at ur guys’ house and you can’t help but notice how utterly unfazed he was by this whole ordeal

-Ur both literally reciting the most well-known love story on this planet and yet,,,,, nothing

-Not an ounce of feeling that he likes you

-I mean,,, he’s not a bad actor and his romeo makes u SWOON but honestly you swoon for irl Minho not just romeo Minho

-As you stutter over some of the lovey-dovey lines u hear Minho laugh a little and tells u to redo it

-his little shit

-After a week of practice, you guys are ready to perform this goddamn piece

-I may add that ur teacher only gave you the condensed version and not the whole play

-It just so happens that the condensed version only focuses on romeo and juliet’s love

-Bc English teachers amirite?

-So the two of you turn up to class ON TIME this week, not wanting to get ur ass beat again

-And ur just the tiniest bit nervous bc !!!! hello !!!! ur performing with ur crush !!!!

-U glance over at ur seatmate Jisung who gives u a big thumbs up

-BREATHE Y/N

-Everything is going well, u don’t stutter and Minho is just the perfect romeo

-Until the final scene I may add

-As you lay “dying” as Juliet, Minho runs onto the scene and spots u laying down

-He walks up to u and goes to kneel

-BUT

-Before you both knew it, he stumbled

-And fell

-Right

-On

-Top

-Of

-You

-Lips centimetres apart from each other

-OWO what’s this

-U swear the whole class are holding their breaths and can hear ur damn heartbeat

-U stare at Minho in shock for what must have been a minute

-Neither one of you tearing ur eyes apart from the other

-It wasn’t until you hear ur teacher cough slightly that the two of you snap out of it and Minho pulls away

-He finishes the scene off with no problem and honestly,,,, u don’t even register it’s over until Minho offers his hand to help you stand up

-You grab it, flushing a hella lot bc,,,,, u nearly kissed ur crush in front of ur whole class RIP

-Ur teacher was impressed with u guys and let you off the next assignment ur class had (if only u were aware of this then u would hear the whole class esp Jisung groan)

-As u go back to ur seat,,, ur eyes drift back to Minho and ur thoughts go back to that last scene and his lips……

-“yah Y/N ! u and minho were so close I swear you were gonna kiss you shoulda seen ur face!!!!! I thought for real that Minho was just gonna plant one on you !”

-Smh Jisung

-Poor baby,,, u just sit in shock trying to concentrate

-Hint: it doesn’t work

-Ur plagued with thoughts of Minho for the rest of the day,,,,, I mean you already were but now it’s like sensory overload but with Minho

-But u know he doesn’t like you

-Lmao why would he

-He surely would’ve spoken to you about by now esp after that near kiss in class

-But this dumbass is still oblivious

-School ends and ur trying to forget about the near kiss

-But in this, you forget that Minho has a habit of walking you home

-So there he is

-Leaning on your locker waiting for you to turn up

-YOU SWOON BC NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT HOT IN SCHOOL UNIFORM FOR PETE’S SAKE

-His blazer was off, shirt sleeves rolled up, blonde hair tousled and wavy (ladies, imagine Minho like this I’m crying)

-U feel ur heart literally stutter

-I swear that’s a medical condition Y/N

-“Let’s stop by the convenience store, my treat” he smiles down at you as he moves out the way so u can get to ur locker

-Dude,,,,, u need to stop before I melt into the floor

-“Uhhhh I can’t I have,,,,,, a study session at the library gotta work on some literature stuff u know ahaha”

-Minho frowns but doesn’t react massively

-Secretly he thinks its hella cute that ur tryna avoid him but that’s for another time

-“Okay, don’t study too hard and I’ll treat you another time. Text me when you get home”

-UWU

-Anyone who overhears this would be like wow 10/10 relationship goals tbh

-U however, a self-proclaimed dumbass, don’t dwell on it too much

-You guys tend to grab food after school together

-ANYWAYS

-Minho pulls you in for a hug before leaving

-Oof ur heart is stuttering again

-How you made it to the library for ur study session is a wonder tbh

-25 minutes later finds you groaning into ur books cursing minho’s name

-That’s when u realise 2 things, 1) that wow ur a FOOL bc there is no literature homework bc of ur work from earlier and 2) Minho is very bad for your health and u gotta avoid him for ur own sake

-U walk into school with this resolve

-It doesn’t work

-Minho is in practically every single one of ur classes

-So u practically have to run from each class to avoid him

-Which leaves Minho very confused

-He doesn’t walk with anyone else from class or treat them like he does to you

-Which makes Jisung very jealous,,, bc why can’t Minho treat him like this

-Little did you know Minho has a PHAT crush on you and Jisung is PLAGUED by the both of u gushing about the other

-Jisung is MEDITATING

-So when you start avoiding him even more Minho is extremely put out bc what does he do now who does he spend time with now

-(jeongin: we’re still here hyung!!!)

-Being the good friend he is, he gives u space but is still v sad about it

-And honestly, ur sad too bc as much as you love spending time with Jisung,,,,,, he’s no Minho lmao

-One night after school Minho is kicking round the football field with the others and that’s when he realises

-He’d much rather spend his time with you

-It’s not that he doesn’t love his friends, he just happens to love you even more

-But how can he reach out to you when ur avoiding him still

-Jisung notices how glazed over Minho’s eyes and knows

-*cracks knuckles* it’s time

-Jisung sends Minho home telling him to grow some chest hair n text u lmao

-Minho does go home but does not text you bc he’s just a nervous boy

-Jisung to the lads: “now he’s gone, we gotta make a plan for the two lovebirds they’re so BLIND I’m sick of it I might just confess to Minho myself”

-Chan: “……….”

-Jisung: “that was a joke old man, let’s focus pls ladies”

-So the plan

-Was it an elaborate one?

-Definitely not

-Lmao have u seen these kids they’re a bunch of crackheads

-Baso,,,, they’re just following the classic let’s text them separately to meet up as a front but SIKE it’s just the two of you alone

-Fool proof right?

-Somehow it is???

-Shocking??

-The two of you don’t expect anything is going on

-So it’s the weekend when the plan is put into action

-It’s been 17 days since you last spoke to Minho not that you had been counting haahaha okay yesyouhaveitsnotlikeyoumisshimoranything

-You wake up to a text from Jisung saying that him, felix, hyunjin, and changbin were going for ice cream and whether you wanted to go

-Which duh??? Ice cream???

-U needed it so you dragged yourself out of bed to get ready

-Little did you know that Minho too had received a text from Woojin saying that him and the others (a.k.a the family,,,,, Woojin, chan, seungmin and jeongin) were going for ice cream

-And Minho wasn’t passing up the chance esp when there was a high probability that chan would pay lmao

-*in the master gc of getting Minho and Y/N together*

-Jisung: excellent

-So 1pm rolls by and ur there at the ice cream parlour waiting for the others to rock up

-U go to order bc honestly boys take so long to get ready istg

-As you give ur order a voice behind goes “and a matcha ice cream as well please”

-U FREEZE

-Why of all the ppl to turn up

-It’s the one ur trying to avoid

-U turn to face him

-“Minho?”

-“Y/N?”

-Felix, somewhere: beYONCE?

-Ur in shock bc 1) why is here? 2) who allowed him to look so good in white ripped jeans ur DYING HERE 3) where is everyone else?

-That’s when u realise

-Jisung is a snake and ur friendship is over

-Y/N is taking applications for a new friend who isn’t called Han Jisung thank you

-Ur heart is stuttering bc Minho looks so boyfriend ur not okay

-Safe to say those 17 days did NOTHING in swaying your crush on him

-“Is that all?” oh yikes yeah this isn’t a drama scene Y/N where ur crush confesses to u, someone has to pay at this point and the queue behind the two of u is getting impatient lmao

-You whip around blushing “uh yeah that’s everything” u reply stuttering and trying to whip out ur card

-Before you can, Minho’s arm stretches out in front of u and taps the machine in front of you

-Istg u feel butterflies in ur stomach at Minho being in such close contact with u

-U can feel the heat radiating on ur back

-You get ur ice cream and u go to leave the shop but Minho grabs your arm

-U turn to him questioningly to be met with slightly hurt eyes

-Did I do that to him?

-Yes u fool

-“Sit with me. Please?”

-How can you refuse that

-……………

-It’s so awkward

-“Are you okay? Why are you avoiding me? Did something happen? Just let me know if you’re okay?”

-Owo my heart

-“uh,, no nothing’s happening….. I’m just busy u know??? Hahaaha school is really kicking my ass”

-Minho just nods and takes a spoonful of ice cream so u do the same

-“Just let me know if I can help you in anyway, I’m always here for you. Don’t suffer alone, I hate seeing you so down?”

-………….

-…………

-Honestly,,,,, u just about melt at this

-Putting ur spoon down and u look at him

-Now or never, Y/N

-“Okay…. I’ll let you know what’s the real problem. It’s you, mr lee Minho.”

-Minho is SHOCKED why is he the problem

-“uhhhhhh”

-“Please let me finish or else I’ll never have the courage to do this again. You have no right to be stealing my heart yet again by nearly kissing me in the middle of class. Do you know how embarrassing that was, I really just wanted to kiss you and I would’ve combusted if you did but you didn’t which made it worse. Why didn’t you kiss me? I’ve literally been sending you signals for nearly two years, and that’s saying something because I saw you in your awkward teen phase and still liked you, and you haven’t even responded. So I avoided you because my heart keeps stuttering whenever I’m near you I’m surprised you can’t hear it. I mean you’re so hot I just wanna kiss you, especially since that day all I can think about is your lips as you were SO close to me this is the worst time to confess but I really like you Lee Minho.”

-And breathe Y/N

-And Minho is no better

-How dare his crush confess before he can smh

-He sits in shocked silence trying to process this information

-You, however, are dying

-That’s it, he’s not replying he doesn’t like you Y/N LEAVE

-So u try to

-But as you stand up so does Minho

-And his hand shoots out to grab your shirt and he just plants one on you ????? in the middle of a damn ice cream parlour?????

-UWU

-Ur in shock

-The man of your dreams,,,,, kissing you ???? more likely than you think ??? so u kiss him back ??? ofc u do how could you not

-It tastes of matcha and strawberry ice cream and something,,, so inherently Minho u just wanna keep kissing him tbh

-Y’all break apart and honestly,, you sit back down in shock

-“That…. Was some confession Y/N”

-“Shut up!”

-“Hey, it’s okay babe. I like you too. Sorry my confession isn’t as grand as yours but,,,, I like you and always have done”

-….

-Oh

-“So please, Y/N, be my girlfriend” his hand stretches across the table nervously

-You smile as u see his hand creep across the table and you reach for him, intertwining your fingers

-He smiles back even bigger and pulls you out of the shop

-You guys had a lot of time to make up for ajbfaiubsag

-So,,, Monday rocks around and you walk to school with Minho this time, rather than mooching in with headphones in

-You guys walk to your normal spot before school starts and Minho is telling you some story about Felix, Changbin and Hyunjin when u hear a scream and lots of wolf whistles

-Spoiler: it’s Jisung and the lads

-“YOU OWE ME MONEY I TOLD YOU THIS PLAN WOULD WORK THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS! I AM THE DOCTOR OF LOVE, HAN JISUNG”

-You laugh as you take a seat next to him as chan grumbles about his wallet being drained AGAIN by his kids’ appetites

-As the hollering quietened down Jisung taps ur shoulder

-“Sooo, you guys are official now? After years of pining ???”

-Rather than deigning Jisung with a worded response a wicked plan forms in ur head

-You tapped Minho’s shoulder to divert his attention from Seungmin

-As he faced you, you grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss

-He was a little shocked at how brazen you were bc hello this is school and these are ur friends but honestly,,, he freaking LOVED it

-He smiled into the kiss and one hand rested on your waist as the other rested on your jaw pulling you deeper into the kiss

-“there ARE CHILDREN HERE OH MY GOD” u heard chan yell distantly

-You couldn’t help but break apart from Minho, laughing as you catch chan covering jeongin’s eyes in distress

-You turned back to Jisung

-“Does that answer your question?”

[abbyklinkenberg]

01 July 2017

I just finished reading One Hundred Years of Solitude for the second time. It's a hot day in Chicago and the edge of the circle of time is so sharp. 

I decided that I should try to see all 50 major museums here in Chicago before I leave, so yesterday I went out on the Brown line & transferred to the Red line in order to get to the Chicago station. There, I had a Potbelly sandwich and talked to Aidan for a little while before heading to the first museum: the Loyola University Art Museum, which turned out to be a very Catholic museum full of religious artifacts from the middle ages/Renaissance era, mostly. There were relics, the bones of saints, in some of the pieces--there were silver chalices from Germany in the 1700s and Roman keys from the first century BC and paintings by students of Caravaggio and stone apostles defaced during the Reformation. One of the hallways was full of self-portraits done by member of a poor community somewhere in Chicago, just pencil sketches that mostly looked as if they were done by children but were probably done by adults who never had the time or resources to fool around with artistic experiments. I tried to read all of the little museum information signs but at some point I got overwhelmed by the religious imagery and simply took it in aesthetically. There were two stained-glass windows done mostly in gray with bright yellow shading as the only color that I probably liked the best. A display of keys from the copper ones of the Roman empire through to the iron ones of the Middle Ages and steel ones of the Renaissance was also really striking. I like that they all did the same things but in slightly different ways, that they were all so neat and precise in their designs--one even had a club shape as the barrel of the key, or whatever it's called. It was really empty, I only saw maybe one or two other people apart from the staff (college-aged girls in blue shirts and black pants) who gossiped with one another while I walked through the museum. 

The Museum of Contemporary Art was only a block away, and was the real object of my day, so I went over there and paid the $8 entrance using my JNU student ID that expired last month. Lots of young people sat on the steps leading up to the entrance and the windows above were adorned with a giant tentacle motif in homage to the Murakami exhibition on the third floor. The first floor had two exhibitions, ETERNAL YOUTH and SMOKE, RISES or something; the first was nostalgic somehow, with magazine prints of Marky Mark and Kate Moss in Calvin Klein ads, an Instagram model blown up to be life-sized, and some other not-so-surprising or provocative looks at youth; it's not surprising anymore, to see kids wrecked by drugs or hiding behind masks or struggling with the trials of adolescence; we're so oversaturated with such content these days, it felt like a somewhat lazy exhibition--I did find some of the text pieces interesting, talking about the commodification of youth and how it's used as an empty promise and vague reason to buy something. 

The other, across the hall, was a series of basic sculptures involving 'other people' outside of the exhibition somehow, outside of the museum. Marble sculptures with shallow pools containing contact lenses of people who didn't know one another, SIM cards in cement blocks, manipulated window panes folded in strange shapes with cigarette buts or guitar strings attached to them. The most provocative one, to me, was a 'wall' with a square canvases on either side painted in the pattern of a shirt and a dress worn by a man and a woman who would occasionally come to the museum; the might meet, they might not; the canvases were put on parallel tracks that ran the length of the wall. And then a metal rod with a single earring through it--the other is presently worn by a woman somewhere in the world, which is the complementary part of the sculpture. The artist invites you to imagine the human elements that are contained in-part, yet that ultimately transcend, the museum space and sculpture itself. I found myself wanting more of that one, I felt that it was real art that provoked something in the viewer, a creative act that was the same and different every time. 

There was another gallery on that floor, tucked in the corner--a series of made-up constellations was on one wall, understandably meditating on the arbitrary yet meaningful nature of any constellation in the night sky that we have come to identify. The exhibit was named after some part of Moby Dick, 'the shallow level' or something like that. From Ahab's quotation about needing to strike through the mask, about how there is something beyond us that we can't quite access. Though the written explanation of the intention excited me tremendously, I found the art to be somewhat lacking, probably just because it's not to my taste. A painting that was overlaid with pink paint such that you can still kind-of see the stuff beneath (really obvious relevance, not profoundly interesting), a set of concrete blocks that looks solid from 3/4 sides but opens on the other, a map written over with a poem by the artist about metaphor and perception and imagining an analogous human example of reducing the world to a map, which I liked best, and some other things that didn't strike me particularly. 

Upstairs was an installation that I really hated with some computer-generated supermarket images of fruit and weird grocery store dollies and something about trying to make you feel like you're inside of a freezer with bags of fake ice and all that. Then things that look like paint cans but are actually meticulously crafted wooden sculptures of paint cans. The only part I liked, which was small, was built into the wall; a supposed massage parlor--you can see the entry with the sign, a stairway up to a door, and a back entrance, all in miniature, through holes in the wall. Playing the voyeur with nothing to see, sparking a curiosity that exists but can't exist there. 

On the third floor was the Murakami exhibition, which I didn't expect to love so much. The wall was covered in silver and electric pink, tentacles patterns and a stylized 'MURAKAMI.' Some of his beautiful early works with a traditional Japanese artistic technique that depicted turtles that seemed to have been made of condensed and reptilian mystery. A massive blue wall of many panels and absurdly deep blue pigments, an ornate stage setting with 2/1 at the top to celebrate the artist's birthday by making fun of that one guy who only made art that was the date written out on a canvas. More of those mocking types except the date and the canvas were painted the same color so it can hardly be distinguished. And then some rooms on Mr. DOB, his mouse-thing, that I liked sometimes but mostly didn't. Some explanation of his workshop technique making his larger pieces was also featured, but I wasn't too interested in seeing how the magic is made, but rather in the magic itself. His 'superflat' pieces were really compelling--flowers with faces covering an entire wall, for instance--and his aesthetic came back to me from his various famous collaborations with people in the 2000s, especially. None of that stuff was really my thing, but the rigorous detail impressed me. It started to get really exciting for me upon seeing Kanye's Graduation album cover in real life, in addition to a sculpture of the Kanye Bear and another painting from that time-period. A grandmother was trying to explain to her grandkids who Kanye West was--'a very famous rapper' and I found it funny. 

The room that made me feel the most, though, was a huge rectangular gallery with two massive sculptures of demons or something, red and blue, at the entrance and exit of the room, with some Murakami stained-glass windows behind them in a sort of religious allusion. The long walls were covered by two pieces--one was a white and blue dragon that didn't captivate me terribly much, but the other was a huge, intricate, and profoundly striking work of 100 monks of various sizes, stylized and detailed in the most precise and stunning manner. It was both grotesque and ascetic, simultaneously religious and irreverent. The size of everything was really moving to me. 

The final room displayed Murakami's most recent piece, done especially for the exhibition, entitled 'the octopus eats its own tentacle' or something like that. It's a reference to a Japanese saying that deals with cutting off an arm in order to grow a new one, with the recycling of the past and the coming of a circular future. That one was also beautiful, though I had been too impressed by the previous room to feel anything but a visual hangover as I pondered the equally beautiful scene. 

I left looking for a place to read and enjoy something to drink while listening to Vince Staples' new album, which I was inspired to hear because the museum is having him speak there later this month. I really liked what I heard and keep meaning to peruse it further. I ended up at a little French bistro where I had some happy-hour red wine that I had missed. Red wine was plentiful in Argentina, but I was very deprived of it in India, so it felt like a revelation. I read my book, talked to my sister and parents, and then ordered some muscles around sunset. They were gorgeous; I had smelled them from another table earlier in the evening and resolved to try them despite my ongoing attempts at vegetarianism (currently, I've decided to eat meat only one day per week). And it really was a beautiful day, I couldn't have asked for anything better. Solitude isn't necessarily that bad. 

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