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ough ive not spoken for some time but . 1. im curious ur takes on finnegan and all of the stuff that comes w him:0
2 ive decided to snap n ask abt . any advice to do w doing crystal nucleus,,
ive not been playing as much sb lately bc . busy . but aa id like to say . im near 500 commisions finally hehe and im a bit pffput as i decided to not collect from my minions until a mayor w skill exp multiplier appeared but apparenly theyre gonna nerf minion skill xp ? augh i couldnt get info abt it besides jus someone saying it but . if so thats kinda tragic </3 -crenshaw121
finnegan is fun!! i'm a freak that actually enjoys collecting pelts so i liked having him as a mayor lol. ALSO THE 10% INCREASE ON JACOB'S CONTESTS IS HUGE that's gonna be VERY helpful in trying to raise the cap for farming 60. the cultivating/math bonus is surprisingly helpful too! i didn't think that one would make a huge difference but getting gold in a few more contests was pretty easy bc of that
about the skill exp, this is a FUTURE plan. possibly wayyyy in the future, but we can't be sure when they'll decide to test it. it was mentioned in the 1.0 design thread, which is currently unfinished. it's not a 100% guarantee it'll even be happening, the thread is open to community feedback and everything will likely be playtested on alpha too
i'm gonna assume your question about the nucleus meant completing a nucleus run and not just general advice on what to do in the hollows itself, so that's how i'm gonna answer. if you have any other questions feel free to send another ask... also this got long so i'm putting it under a read more 😅
biggest advice i can give is just ask for coordinates! most of the time people are willing to give them out. if they don't have any, use a wishing compass to try and find the structure. you can get them pretty easily from chests. if you're having trouble finding the chests, try to familiarize yourself with some of the rooms! set chests always spawn in the same places in rooms, but you can also dig up chests randomly from the hardstone (less reliable if you don't dig REALLY FAST). and if you need any compasses and i'm online i'll gladly give you a ton. i uh... i have a lot of spares i keep for friends
every once in a while a lobby might spawn without a structure or with one of them glitched (i've had so many chunk errors in the mines of divan...) so if that happens just hop lobbies. if you find one with all 6 structures relatively easy to reach, consider sticking around! having the tunnels already dug out and all the coordinates listed down is very helpful in getting runs done faster
okay so actually DOING the nucleus stuff. for amethyst... i have no advice. just learn the parkour as best as you can. keys are pretty cheap, but if you're on ironman or something you'll need to find a key guardian or odawa to get keys for runs. topaz is an easier one, bal loses health based on the amount of hits done NOT on the amount of damage done. hit it 100 times with any bow and get out before you burn 👍 if it's been defeated recently, you don't even need to fight. you can just click the crystal and get it. no advice for jade, it's free but annoying, and the time it takes to complete is up to RNG. amber can be easy if you know where the king is. after you've found the king (there's two chests in his room btw if you need goblin eggs, one above him and one below him), the queen should be VERY close by. using a compass should get you to her, so once you've found the king it's pretty much a given. i recommend doing this one last bc the king's scent lasts 20 minutes (unless you touch water), so if you're fast you can just run back to the queen and take the crystal again immediately
and sapphire is the harder one just bc getting robot parts is annoying. if you buy all of them, it'll cost you around 1m coins. this is Fine, you'll probably make it back from the loot in the run anyways, BUT if you wanna farm robot parts ahead of time that can cut down costs. you can farm automatons with high magic find bc they always spawn in the same places in the lost city, OR if you're insane like me and have a lot of powder and hotm6, you can upgrade mole and great explorer and get parts out of chests while mining hardstone in the precursor. i currently have mole 71 (definitely overkill) and great explorer 15. this is all of my spare robot parts AFTER giving ark half of mine
farming parts like this also gives a lot of powder btw! but it's very boring and VERY time consuming so i understand if it's not your thing
since you said you're close to 500 commissions, keep in mind that the nucleus warp is at 750! that is a major game changer for getting runs done. but until you get that, just remember that the nucleus is always around 500x 500y :]
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summary: jungkook was sick with a stomach bug and there was nothing hoseok could do about it, being prone to sympathy puking. so when hoseok comes down with the same time, he stays silent about it, not wanting to burden the others more
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a/n: i started this at winter break, forgot about it, then came back to it. never thought it’d get this long. anyways bts poly enjoy
it was a well known fact that hoseok had a sensitive stomach.
whether it be too much alcohol or the sound of other people’s retches or even spicy food, hoseok’s stomach seemed always prepared to throw a fit and sometimes make him throw up. he had puked the most out of everyone in bts, caused by everything from a stomach bug to being at sea too long.
normally he didn’t mind it. sure, his belly would get a little irritated from time to time when he tried more flavorful food, but for the most part he was able to ignore his sensitivity.
the problem came when one of the other members started puking.
his sensitive stomach clashed with his instinctiveness to comfort and care for those close to him. he had a nurturing personality that called on him to look over those around him.
if yoongi was feeling anxious, he would be by his side in seconds with some tea and stories to help distract him. whenever jimin got overwhelmed by new choreography, hoseok was there to reassure him and help him work on it. he was there to listen to namjoon ramble on about whatever it was he had taken an interest in recently or when seokjin felt run down and needed someone to share their energy with him. he never questioned taehyung’s thinking, even if it seemed bizarre to others. he was there when jungkook needed someone to make him feel loved, happily providing cuddles and kisses.
it all went haywire when one of them started vomiting.
he wanted so badly to care for them, to hold their hair back and rub their back and remind that it’d be over soon. the sound and sight of vomit, however, made his stomach squirm and beg for its own release.
the worst incident had been when both yoongi and jimin got carsick. as if having two people vomit was stressful enough for everyone else, hoseok’s stomach churned violently at the sight of the puke stained seats and he found himself puking off the side of the road too.
it was obvious everyone was annoyed by it. he felt bad the entire ride home. his stomach was sore and queasy, his mouth tasted horrible, and everyone was annoyed with him.
since then, he has made a point to make sure he doesn’t sympathetic puke. if one of the members starts retching, he gets out of the way, no matter how much his heart yells at him to stay behind and care for them.
he didn’t need to bother them more by getting sick too. but the guilt still gnawed at his mind afterwards.
hoseok was naturally nurturing, but this often meant that his own struggles and pain went hidden. it was hard to let himself be vulnerable when he was used to being the one cheering up and caring for others.
to him, the others came first. if he was the only one feeling sick, he was willing to admit it and own up to it. it was much easier than if someone else was feeling bad too.
he loved the others too much for their suffering to be ignored, even if it meant sacrificing his own wellbeing.
-
jungkook had been throwing up for the past couple of days.
hoseok heard about it first the morning after it began in the middle of the night; it seemed all the other members knew about it but him. he tried not to let that sting too much. there wasn’t much he could do, if jungkook was consistently vomiting.
hoseok figured it would pass and they would all move on, like they always did. maybe one of the other members would get sick too, but it was all stuff they had dealt with in the past.
it was only after dance practice on the third day of jungkook being sick that everything started to go wrong for hoseok.
hoseok normally felt sore and tired after dance practice; that was to be expected. what wasn’t expected was the pounding of his head and how heavy his eyelids felt. his body was practically begging him to lay down, his hands shaking at his side.
as soon as they entered their apartment, he made a beeline for the couch, head swimming in exhaustion. he sighed loudly as he collapsed on it. he could feel his body melting against it and sleep was already hovering on the edge of his mind.
logically, he knew he needed to shower and clean up. he was sweaty and gross and it would be 10x worse when he woke up. at the moment though, the thought of standing in a steamy, humid environment did not sound appealing.
he didn’t feel as though he had the energy to stand in the shower anyways.
the rest of the members had set off on operation care-for-jungkook, leaving hoseok behind in the living room by himself. he didn’t mind; he was glad jungkook was getting the attention he needed.
hoseok squirmed on the couch, moving himself so he was laying in a more comfortable position. he was now on his side, back facing away from the couch, body curled into himself. the couch felt so comfortable and he felt so tired and achy. it seemed sleep would be the only thing to heal it all.
he would shower after he slept, hoseok bargained. so while all the other members were fretting over their poor maknae, hoseok fell asleep on the couch.
it was obvious how tired he was from how deep he slept. normally when he napped, he would toss and turn, waking up periodically. this time, he remained still and silent and fast asleep, never bothering to check up on the world.
he woke up to a blinding headache and a dizziness that made his thoughts sluggish and painful.
he struggled to merely open his eyes. after finally opening them, he couldn’t focus. distantly, he could hear chattering going on around him, but the words lost all meaning to him.
it wasn’t until someone was shaking his shoulder that his mind fully caught up. he rolled onto his back and looked up to find jimin peering curiously down at him
“hey hyung, we need the couch for jungkookie. we’re trying to get him to eat.” jimin brushed hoseok’s hair back, then grimaced. “your hair’s all greasy, did you not shower?”
hoseok groaned, sitting up. he could practically smell himself. “no, fell asleep instead.” he winced, head pounding. “ugh, i feel gross.”
jimin tsked. “go take a shower, hobi hyung. clean your sweaty ass,” he teased.
hoseok gave him a weak smile, then slowly got up. his body protested and he could feel his muscles shake, but he ignored it. jungkook needed the couch and he needed to shower.
he stumbled off to his and jimin’s room, grabbing some pajamas. he didn’t have the energy to do much else that evening, so he figured putting on pajamas after the shower wouldn’t hurt. then it was the trek to the bathroom where he would actually shower.
maybe the gross feeling that was currently clinging to his muscles would go away with a nice, hot shower. he tended to feel better when he was cleaned up.
hoseok sighed, climbing into the shower. the whole day had felt off; without jungkook with them and knowing he was sick back at the apartment, everyone’s minds had been way too distracted to get any proper work done. the dance routines were a mess, but hoseok couldn’t blame them. his own movements were sloppy and slow at times, a real sign that they were all off balanced.
the hot water felt good on his muscles, releasing some of the tension that had been built up. the heat left him feeling dizzy. he ended up having to sit down in the shower, his head spinning in a sickly way.
he waited a couple minutes for the spell to pass, only for nothing to happen. eventually, he gave up on finishing showering. he shakily got back up on his feet and turned off the water, leaning on the shower wall. with a groan, he forced himself out of the shower and grabbed a towel before resting on the toilet.
he felt sticky from the humidity of the shower and a sick feeling had crept over him. hoseok closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to rebalance his body. it took a while of focusing on just breathing before the overwhelming dizziness finally rested.
slowly, not wanting to once again set off his body, hoseok stood up and dried himself off. he decided against his normal nightly routine; it was obvious his body didn’t have the energy to handle it. instead, he towel-dried his hair and slipped into his pajamas before heading out of the bathroom.
distantly, he could hear voices of the other members and what could be a movie. a part of him ached to check on jungkook, to kiss his forehead and cuddle him close and rub his upset tummy.
he pushed that ache down and walked to his bedroom.
the bedroom was unsurprisingly empty and when he arrived, and he had to flick on the lights to navigate through. they hadn’t had time to efficiently clean lately and it was slowly getting to hoseok. he did his best to ignore the obvious mess that was jimin’s side of the room and walked over to turn jimin’s lamp on. he always turned jimin’s lamp on whenever he went to sleep without jimin in the room already. waking up at 2am to jimin turning the overhead lights on was not pleasant.
he sighed, pausing for a minute as his head spun for a second. the lights certainly weren’t helping; they were making his head ache.
hoseok discarded his dirty clothes in his laundry basket before finally turning off the overhead lights. he practically collapsed in his bed, lazily pulling the covers over himself.
he was out in a matter of minutes.
-
waking up in the middle of the night was always a disorienting experience. hoseok struggled to wake up at first, trying to cling onto sleep. his body had other plans; it knew something was wrong and kept pulling him away from consciousness.
hoseok shifted and rolled over in bed, eyes heavy with sleep. he hid his nose in his blanket, giving a small sigh.
his body protested this. instead of falling back asleep, he was dragged awake. with consciousness came a growing sick feeling that had him tensing.
hoseok was shivering and he felt feverish, his body too warm and the air too cold. the dizziness that had occured during his shower was back with a vengeance, leaving him disoriented and weak.
the worst part, however, was his stomach.
“oh,” he moaned, feeling something awful tear through his belly. he curled around it, pressing an arm against it. his stomach was cramping, a sharp and sore ache that left him breathing out shakily. the combination of the pain and the fever resulted in a wave of nausea overwhelming his barely awake senses.
hoseok shakily pushed himself up, swallowing thickly as his stomach protested the movement. he sat there for a couple minutes, breathing through the nausea, trying to settle his stomach.
a gag seized his throat and he fought back against it, eyes widening with fear. he held his breath and stayed completely still, trying to force his stomach back down. once the need for the gag receded, hoseok accepted what he needed to do.
with one hand pressed to his stomach, hoseok got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. the halls were silent and dark, disorienting hoseok more. there was something eerie about waking up in the middle of the night and how still and quiet it was.
hoseok entered the bathroom and turned the lights on, wincing as the brightness irritated his headache. he closed the door and locked it instinctively. he paused to lean against the sink for a second, letting out a pained groan. his belly growled, reminding him of why he was here and forcing him up from the sink.
hoseok stumbled across the room to the toilet, staring at it dreadfully as he sunk to his knees in front of it. he lifted the lid. he could feel his throat seizing with another gag so he hovered his head over the bowl in anticipation.
it was only a few moments later before he found himself gagging loudly, unsuccessful at bringing up anything or soothing his nausea. he gripped the toilet rim with the hand that wasn’t palming his stomach. another dry heave followed, grating his throat and making him moan in pain.
he didn’t know how long he spent dry heaving over the toilet only for nothing to happen. he eventually gave up, his throat too sore and stomach protesting the constant juggling around.
hoseok slumped down against the wall, sick and exhausted. he closed his eyes. he didn’t understand how he had gotten so sick so fast; he had been avoiding jungkook ever since his own bout of sickness started. it seemed the virus specifically picked him as some kind of joke.
hoseok really didn’t appreciate this joke.
he attempted to soothe his tummy by rubbing it. he slipped his hand underneath his sleep shirt. his hand was cold compared to the heat radiating from the rest of him and it felt good on his stomach. slowly and as gentle as possible, hoseok used his hand to trace circles on his tummy. it wasn’t much, but it did help him feel a bit better.
he remembered his mom rubbing his belly whenever he got the stomach bug when he was a kid. she always knew what to do to settle him, from tracing on his arm to get him to sleep to playing with his hair to calm him down after crying.
the members knew about this, though there was rarely a good time for them to be so openly affectionate with their schedules. logically, hoseok knew if he went to one of the member’s bedrooms right now, they’d be more than happy to rub his belly and help him sleep. if he woke up jimin, the younger dancer would happily invite him into his bed.
the thing holding him back and the reason why he had snuck off to the bathroom was their maknae. his jungkookie was sick with the same bug. hoseok would much rather they pay attention to jungkook than to himself.
the memories of when he was sick at the same time as yoongi and jimin got carsick had a major role in his decision, though he would never admit it.
despite feeling like he was no longer on the verge of spilling his guts, hoseok couldn’t find the strength to crawl back to bed. he felt so weak and dizzy, he worried he might pass out before making it to his bed. rubbing his own stomach had made him drowsy and he found himself unable to open his eyes.
he could nap in the bathroom, he told himself. he usually woke up before the other members anyway. he could work on finding the energy to get up then.
with that in mind, he let his body give into sleep, slumped next to the toilet.
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hoseok jolted awake with his stomach in his throat. he threw himself towards the toilet, retching loudly. before he had even fully gained consciousness, he was violently vomiting. whatever he had last eaten made its reappearance in the toilet. hoseok struggled to catch his breath between heaves, coughing and gagging as his stomach fought against him.
he felt like forever before he was only dry heaving, having nothing left to bring up. he forced himself to swallow back the gags, desperate to settle his stomach.
finally, his stomach relented. he could feel himself shaking and panting. everything finally caught up to him and registered hot tears on his cheeks.
with shaky hands, he grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up his tears and his mouth. he dropped it in the toilet and finally flushed it, watching the mess disappear. then he dropped his head against the toilet seat, letting out a moan.
he felt so, so sick. he didn’t want to get up, but he knew he couldn’t fall asleep in the bathroom again.
he got on his feet, ignoring how the room tilted with the movement. before returning to his room, he brushed his teeth at the sink, desperate to get rid of the post vomit taste. it did little to help.
walking out of the bathroom, he noticed that it was no longer night time but what looked to be early morning. soft light was flooding the apartment. hoseok sighed; he wouldn’t have long to rest.
he made it back to his shared room where it was still dark, the blinds keeping out the first rays of sun. it was silent, jimin most likely knocked out on his side of the bed.
hoseok crawled into his own bed, wrapping himself up in his blankets. he was shivering and cold, but the blankets did little to warm him. his stomach was still upset, so he curled up as small as possible on his side to keep the ache away.
hoseok fought for sleep, barely able to fully drift off with how uncomfortable his stomach felt. it was gurgling quietly and cramping despite having puked everything up. despite this, he must have fallen asleep at one point, as he was woken by someone climbing into his bed and wrapping an arm around him.
“hyungie, it’s time to wake up,” jimin’s sweet voice cut through the fog of sleep, forcing hoseok awake.
hoseok groaned, struggling to open his eyes. his head was pounding, worse than earlier. he rolled onto his back, blearily looking up at jimin.
“ah, hobi hyung, you’re so sleepy today!” jimin giggled, petting hoseok’s hair. “i even beat you awake.”
hoseok gave him a small smile, appreciating his hair being played with. “ah, jimin ah. hyung worked too hard at dance yesterday.”
jimin cooed, knowing the feeling of overworking his muscles far too well. there had been times where one of them was nearly unable to get out of bed with how bad their muscles ached. “well, there’s nothing really for our schedule today. jungkookie being sick really threw it off. if you wanna take the day off, i can tell the other members.”
hoseok sighed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. he knew realistically it would be a better idea to stay in bed. his stomach was still unhappy with him and his body felt like lead. the only issue was that he couldn’t guarantee the other members wouldn’t fuss over him or hear him vomiting in the bathroom.
if he headed to his studio, he could work on some music and maybe distract himself from his stomach or at least he could nap on his couch. the members wouldn’t catch him rushing to the bathroom to throw up.
“i’ll be fine,” hoseok reassured. “i can work on some producing today. my body can handle that.” he wasn’t exactly sure about that, but he didn’t want to worry jimin.
jimin considered hoseok for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure he fully believed him. in the end, jimin simply nodded in understanding. “if you’re sure you can, hyung.” jimin kissed hoseok’s forehead affectionately, before finally getting out of bed. “you should have some breakfast! yoongi cooked some breakfast this morning. he was too worried about kookie to leave.”
food was the last thing on hoseok’s mind. he sat up shakily, watching jimin depart from the room. he ran a hand through his sweaty bangs, exhausted. reluctantly, he got out of bed and forced himself to get ready to go out. he threw on some sweatpants and a shirt, along with a jacket to keep him warm. he grabbed a mask to wear as well.
once he was as ready as he could be with his body dragging him down, he started to make his way out.
hoseok stopped by the kitchen, ignoring the way his belly churned at the smell of food laid out for breakfast. the kitchen was empty, proof of how late hoseok had woken up. he half-heartedly packed himself breakfast, wanting to make it seem like he had eaten some. the food was light anyway, so he could try settling his stomach with it later when he felt less queasy. he also got himself a water bottle as well to keep hydrated.
with food packed away and his jacket swallowing his small frame, hoseok headed for the studio.
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hoseok had only been at his studio for five minutes before he was rushing to the bathroom to puke again.
his stomach had been a mess the whole ride to the studio and it seemed inevitable that he would end up puking. no matter how much deep breathing he did or how much he rubbed his stomach, the nausea ended up winning.
he rinsed his mouth out and returned to his studio, shaking and sweating from exertion. he briefly considered producing, staring at his blank computer screen, though the exhaustion made it clear that that wouldn’t be happening.
with a small sigh, he curled up on his couch, hugging his mang plushie close to him. he could work on feeling better later, he told himself.
he drifted in and out of sleep for a while, briefly waking up for a few minutes before the fever pulled him back under. hoseok told himself it was a good thing that he wasn’t staying awake; there was less of an opportunity of him puking again.
when he eventually fully came to, head pounding too hard to ignore, he forced himself to drink some water. it made his stomach feel uneasy and it gurgled audibly in complaint. he knew better than to let himself get dehydrated, however.
hoseok set his water bottle down on his table and pulled up his phone, checking his messages. there were surprisingly quite a few. before he could make context of the messages, his phone lit up with taehyung’s contact picture, indicating that the younger was calling him.
clearing his throat, hoseok answered. “hello?”
“hobi hyung! have you been in your studio all day? ah, you work so hard,” taehyung’s voice was upbeat as always, a tone hoseok normally tried to match.
today, however, after spending the morning puking his guts out before passing out, hoseok struggled to keep his normal positive energy. “yeah, i’ve been here all day. i woke up pretty late anyways.”
taehyung hummed. “jiminie mentioned he woke up earlier than you today. he seemed quite proud of it.” taehyung giggled. “anyways, you should come back home hyung! jungkookie’s feeling a bit better so we were gonna throw a movie party! plus, he won’t say it, but he misses you.”
hoseok smiled. jungkook never really grew out of his shyness. it was adorable and did a number on his heart. “ah, our shy kookie,” he cooed, “tell him hyung will come back soon to watch movies with him.”
“i’ll tell the others you’re heading back! i’m sure jungkookie will be very happy.”
hoseok was glad he would be able to dot over the maknae, now that jungkook wasn’t spilling his guts every couple of hours. he said his goodbye to taehyung and hung up, letting out an exhausted sigh.
he wasn’t quite ready to get up yet. he brought a hand to his cramping stomach, tentatively pressing into it. the pressure helped some, so he kept his hand there and forced himself to get up.
he pulled on his jacket, slipped on his mask, and grabbed his water bottle. he eyed the bag of food he packed before deciding to leave it in his fridge. he could deal with it later when he wasn’t feeling so awful.
he was heading out his studio door when his stomach churned and he was caught off guard by a queasy burp. hoseok froze, feeling nausea make its way slowly through his system. thankfully, it was a false alarm.
he makes his way out of the building and to the manager’s car, staring at the floor the entire time. he was more than happy to be able to rest in the car, dizzy and lightheaded from his tiny journey.
the car drive made his stomach feel motion sick, a strange experience his body usually reserved for the water. his mask did a good job of hiding the green tint of his face, otherwise hoseok was sure his manager would have said something. they ended up back at the apartment shortly, hoseok quickly bidding goodbye to his manager before ducking inside.
he paused for a moment in the lobby to catch his breath and quell the rolling of his stomach. once the motion sickness had faded, he continued to the elevator to head up to their apartment.
hoseok slipped by the others when entering the apartment, though he could hear them talking from the living room. he wanted to take some medicine before confronting them and check his temperature. after dropping his jacket off in his bedroom and disposing of his mask, he headed into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet.
he grabbed the bottle of fever reducer and painkillers, then hesitantly looked at the stomach medicine. hoseok had a bad history with that particular medicine, usually involving him puking it up inevitably or the medicine never settling his stomach and instead making it feel worse.
in the end, he decided it wasn’t worth the effort and stuck with the painkillers instead.
it was going to be a struggle to get the painkillers down anyways. he couldn’t dry swallow them but couldn’t go the kitchen to get a glass of water either. he would have to drink from the faucet to get the pills down.
hoseok sighed, pouring out a pill from the bottle and placing it in his mouth. then, as best as he could, he drank from the faucet until he felt the pill finally go down.
the mistake of drinking from the faucet hit him immediately. he had drank too much water, displeasing his stomach and causing it to gurgle in warning. he froze for a second, his stomach debating whether or not to violently reject the water. in the end, all he got was a wet burp. he flushed, pressing a fist to his lips.
the sensation passed, thankfully, and hoseok sighed. he dropped his hand to his stomach, giving it a few reassuring rubs. then, he made his way back out to the living room, finally ready to face the others.
when he makes it to the living room, he isn’t surprised to find jungkook bundled up in a blanket while the others are in various states of either arguing or getting ready to watch the movie. jungkook is the first to notice hoseok’s presence, perking up once he sees his hyung walk in.
“hobi hyung!” jungkook calls out to him, smiling excitedly. he looked happy, despite being still sick. his hair was messy and curly and there was a slight flush to his cheeks, but overall he still looked fine. certainly much better than he had been previously.
hoseok crossed the room and settled next to jungkook, smiling back at the younger. once hoseok had sat down next to him, jungkook instantly latched on. his arms hugged hoseok and one of his legs found its way onto hoseok’s lap. hoseok laughed fondly, appreciating the warmth from jungkook.
he slipped his own arm around jungkook’s waist and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to the maknae’s forehead.
“ah, cute,” hoseok heard namjoon mumble, the leader having finally settled in on the opposite side of jungkook.
“jungkookie was whining about not seeing his hobi hyung!” taehyung teased, coming over to ruffle jungkook’s already messy hair. jungkook pouted at him, further snuggling up to hoseok.
hoseok let jungkook snuggle close, glad to both provide affection and receive it. cuddles made everything a bit easier to deal with. “i’m sorry hyung hasn’t been around much. i promise i’ll make it up to you, bunny.”
jungkook hummed, looking absolutely content as he laid his head on hoseok’s chest. “you already are.”
the rest of the members settled in on the couch. seokjin sat next to hoseok, giving the younger a friendly pat on the head and smiling at seeing jungkook curled up against him. normally with movies, the members would be passing around snacks. with jungkook’s temperamental stomach, they had decided against any food. hoseok was silently grateful for this.
yoongi started the movie, settling in between jimin and taehyung. hoseok watched in amusement as the two maknaes snuggled up to yoongi and how yoongi looked extremely pleased with this development.
hoseok turned his attention back to the movie. it was something they had all seen before, so it didn’t require too much focus, though it was definitely one of jungkook’s favorite movies.
hoseok let himself get carried away with the movie, his body seeming to be sated by the medicine for the time being. he was still sore and uncomfortable sweaty, but didn’t have to worry about accidentally puking up his guts.
he wasn’t able to focus on the movie for long, however. despite having slept most of the day already, hoseok was still exhausted. the medicine had only given him a false tense of safety; his belly was churning. it wasn’t enough to have him worry about puking, but just enough to make him uncomfortable.
he let out a shaky breath, choosing to bury his face in jungkook’s hair instead of paying attention to the movie. jungkook picked up on his hyung’s discomfort and lifted his head, forcing hoseok to look at him.
jungkook didn’t say anything, though his eyes were wide with worry. hoseok gave him his best shaky smile, rubbing jungkook’s back in reassurance. silently, jungkook readjusted himself so that hoseok was leaning against jungkook somewhat rather than hoseok taking all of the weight.
hoseok had a feeling jungkook picked up that something was wrong. he appreciated the maknae’s silence though, letting himself lean against jungkook with heavy eyelids.
hoseok closed his eyes, his head finding jungkook’s shoulder easily. he didn’t fall asleep, but drifted to the edge of it. he wasn’t totally aware of his surroundings or the sounds of the movie, though he did hear them.
he was only stirred when jungkook began to fidget, forcing hoseok up off his shoulder. hoseok blinked blearily, the world blurring together. he did manage to make out what jungkook was saying, however.
“hobi hyung, my stomach,” jungkook gulped, “i think i’m gonna puke.”
it was easier to wake up after hearing that. he untangled jungkook from his blankets, catching seokjin’s attention.
“jungkook ah, do you need to go to the bathroom?” seokjin quietly spoke, not afraid to disrupt the movie.
jungkook nodded, clinging onto hoseok with one hand while the other was pressed up against his mouth. hoseok got the younger up, seokjin rising with them. the two helped move jungkook to the nearby bathroom. the closer they got, the more obvious it became that jungkook really wasn’t feeling good.
hoseok felt his own stomach begin to rise, dreading what was about to come next. he swallowed thickly.
the moment they made it into the bathroom, jungkook let out a loud gag. he peeled himself away from hoseok and seokjin to rush to the toilet, throwing himself on it just in time to heave up a mouthful of sick. seokjin was by jungkook’s side in a second, pulling back the maknae’s back and patting his back.
hoseok slowly made his way over, wanting desperately to support jungkook. he kneeled next to him, resting a hand on his back.
hoseok could practically feel the retches in his own stomach. the smell and sound of the vomit hitting the toilet bowl was only making it so, so much worse.
hoseok rubbed small circles on jungkook’s back, trying to focus on the maknae’s back rather than the violent heaves that were coming out of him. across from hoseok, seokjin looked perfectly calm and unaffected by the maknae’s vomiting. hoseok desperately wished he could be seokjin.
his own stomach took a quick turn for the worst. being prone to sympathetic sickness and mixing that with a stomach bug was inevitable to make him puke. hoseok could feel his stomach gurgling angrily inside of him, demanding hoseok’s attention.
hoseok only lasted a few minutes before he had to leave his poor maknae’s side to lunge for the bathroom sink.
hoseok’s stomach lurched and he gagged, bile burning his throat. there wasn’t much in his stomach to throw up other than medicine and water mixed with stomach acid. hoseok’s hands gripped the edge of the counter as his stomach forced itself out of hoseok.
“ah shit- hobi-” hoseok could hear seokjin swearing in the background in between heaves. “namjoon ah! i need your help!”
hoseok moaned, then dry heaved uselessly over the sink. his stomach was still throwing a fit, but there was nothing to force up. he coughed and forced his mouth closed, audibly swallowing back a gag. he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, continuing to force down the gags that tried to escape.
he felt a hand rest on his back, a thumb beginning to trace circles into his shirt. hoseok forced himself to focus on that instead of his stomach, slowly coming down from the vomiting session.
he shakily lifted himself up from bending over the sink, opening his eyes to see his reflection in the mirror. his face was pale and flushed, visibly sickly. his hair was sticking to his face from sweat. behind him, namjoon was watching him carefully, his hand still on hoseok’s back. hoseok turned to the leader and automatically leaned against him, having completed depleted whatever energy was left.
it was times like these that hoseok forgot that he was technically the older one with namjoon younger by a few months.
“your stomach is quite the menace, hoseok ah,” namjoon hummed, rubbing hoseok’s back.
hoseok hummed. “still feel queasy,” he mumbled. it wasn’t fully admitting to feeling sick, but close enough.
“it doesn’t look like you ate all today, hoseok ah,” seokjin’s scolding sounded from behind him.
hoseok peeked up from namjoon’s chest, seeing seokjin still rubbing jungkook’s back. jungkook had stopped vomiting, but was still draped over the toilet, hands holding onto the sides like the toilet was his life line.
“no wonder your stomach is so upset. there was nothing in it!” seokjin sighed, shaking his head. “hoseok ah, you can’t be around vomiting members. your stomach is too sensitive. i know you only want to help, but it’s not very helpful when you start puking too.”
hoseok felt shame rush over him, turning his insides cold. he only nodded, turning his head to hide in namjoon’s chest once again. it hurt worse because hoseok knew it was true. “‘m sorry hyung.”
“there’s nothing you can do about it hoseok. just, next time, please stay away.” seokjin paused, seeming to mull over his words. jungkook groaned into the toilet. “i’ll make you some jook to settle your stomach, alright? once jungkookie is done here, of course.”
hoseok nodded, saying nothing else. he knew the soup wouldn’t stay down, but was too ashamed to speak up. he should have known better. this wasn’t anything new and he especially should have known not to go when he too had a stomach bug.
he let namjoon pull him out of the bathroom, head hanging in shame and heart aching for jungkook.
-
hoseok watched seokjin bring him a bowl of porridge, trying to give his hyung his best smile.
he had spent his time waiting for his hyung by burying his head in his arms on the kitchen table, head pounding from the fever and the words his hyung had said. he had only perked up when seokjin announced his porridge being ready.
“one jook for one queasy hobi.” seokjin placed the bowl in front of hoseok.
hoseok’s stomach churned at the sight. nonetheless, hoseok had to be appreciative of his hyung’s efforts. “thank you, seokjin hyung. you didn’t have to do this.”
seokjin smiled softly, patting hoseok on the head. “hyung cares for you. i don’t like seeing you miserable.”
hoseok nodded, picking up the spoon and carefully taking a bite.
“i know you wanna take care of the others when they’re sick, especially the maknaes,” seokjin started, calmer than earlier. “i trust you to know your limits. i’m sorry i snapped at you, hobi ah, but i really do worry about you when you ignore your own limits.”
hoseok chewed, eyes downcast. he knew his hyung only wanted to keep him healthy, but it still hurt knowing he couldn’t care for the others. that seokjin didn’t want him caring for the others for his own health. he swallowed, forcing the food down.
“they understand that you can’t be there. i understand that you can’t be there. that doesn’t mean you care any less about us. i’d much rather you take care of yourself than suffer for me.”
hoseok sighed. “i know, hyung. i just want to make sure you guys are okay.” he spooned up another small bite of the porridge. “but i understand if you guys would rather me not be there.”
seokjin gave hoseok a sad smile. “we just want you to take care of yourself.”
hoseok nodded, ignoring the irony of the situation. “i can do that, hyung.”
satisfied, seokjin stood up. he leaned over and kissed hoseok’s hair, a sign of forgiveness. “i’ll leave you to eat up. i have to force jungkook to take some medicine.”
hoseok gave a small laugh. jungkook was notorious for avoiding medicine in the most absurd ways. even when he was sick, he was still a brat. “good luck with that.”
seokjin groaned. “i’ll need it. hopefully he’ll keep it down this time.” with that, seokjin left the room, leaving hoseok alone with his bowl of porridge.
hoseok sighed, staring down at the food seokjin had made for him. he couldn’t not eat it; his hyung had gone out of his way to make it for hoseok, despite hoseok causing seokjin more anxiety.
his stomach pleaded with him not to. it was already unhappy with the two bites hoseok had already forced down. hoseok ignored it, scooping up more porridge and shoving it in his mouth. he could manage jook; it was light and had been proven to help upset stomachs.
he ate thoughtlessly, having to pause every few minutes to quell his stomach. it took much longer than it should have, but hoseok managed to finish the bowl.
he groaned, pushing the bowl away from him with a burp. he placed a hand on his stomach, nauseous and uncomfortably full despite having not eaten that much in the first place. the nausea was making him dizzy, forcing him to close his eyes.
he pressed a fist to his lips, feeling something uncomfortable settle in his chest. the feeling rose and came out as a deep, unsettling burp that teetered on the edge of something more. hoseok whimpered, his hand clutching his stomach in pain.
his stomach didn’t get any better. hoseok wanted to lie down, hoping the change in position would settle his stomach.
he forced himself to get up and bring the bowl to the kitchen. once the bowl was taken care of, he made a beeline for his bedroom, desperate for some relief. his hand stayed on his stomach, gently pressing into the organ to help make standing bearable.
he stumbled into his bedroom, vaguely acknowledging jimin’s presence. he just wanted to curl up around his aching stomach and sleep.
hoseok curled up in his bed, hiding his face in his pillow. he felt the bed dip nearby, presumably jimin checking to make sure he was okay.
“is your tummy still upset, hyung?” jimin’s hand rested on hoseok’s shoulder.
hoseok only nodded, not trusting himself to open his mouth.
jimin cooed. “the porridge should settle your stomach soon, don’t worry hyung. in the meantime, do you want me to rub your tummy?”
hoseok nodded once again. a good belly rub could put him to sleep.
jimin climbed behind hoseok, spooning him from the back. his small hand slipped under hoseok’s shirt and against hoseok’s stomach. carefully, jimin began tracing small circles on hoseok’s stomach, sending small tingles through hoseok. jimin then began to press lightly into hoseok’s stomach with just his fingers, moving his hand in larger circles slowly. occasionally, he would switch to use the palm of his hand to rub hoseok’s stomach.
hoseok shuddered, the feeling of jimin massaging his stomach relaxing him. it didn’t ease the nausea, but distracted him from it enough. the tingling feeling was making him sleepy and relaxed.
jimin knew what he was doing, used to soothing the bellyaches of different members. he knew each member’s stomach worked differently and different kinds of pressure and movements had different affects. for hoseok, a light pressure was more than enough. even just tracing was enough to help soothe him.
as jimin expected, it wasn’t long before hoseok began to drift off, his body completely melting against jimin’s touch. his breathing evened out and his muscles lost their tenseness, becoming loose like jelly.
jimin smiled proudly to himself as a small snore slipped from hoseok’s lips. he had once again soothed his hyung to sleep. he quietly slipped out of bed and walked out of the room, turning the light off to give hoseok some rest.
jimin was sure that by morning, his hyung would be all better.
-
hoseok started awake in the middle of the night, sitting up and panting from the dregs of a bad dream. the bedroom felt it was melting, mixing with the terrors of his subconscious. to make it worse, he was incredibly dizzy and confused. he was hit with deja vu, reliving the same experience as the previous night.
his eyelids felt heavy and he struggled to keep them open, blinking blindly around the dark room. the world tilted more and with it came his stomach, climbing up his throat. vaguely, his body acknowledged the need for the bathroom, and he felt himself get up.
hoseok stumbled aimlessly out of his room. the walls of the hallway blended together and he couldn’t tell the doors from the wall. he let his body wander forward by instinct, hoping that he could manage to get to the bathroom.
he felt his body crash into a wall, disrupting his movement and startling his stomach. he felt the porridge from earlier rise in his throat and before he knew what was happening, he was bending over and vomiting all over the floor.
hoseok choked in air before gagging once again, sending more vomit onto the floor. his stomach cramped and twisted, rejecting the attempt to settle it. when hoseok was finally done vomiting, he stumbled a few steps away from the puddle and promptly collapsed.
he could feel himself breathing heavily from both exertion and the fever. he swallowed thickly, curling up around his stomach and moaning in pain.
someone must have heard him fall as footsteps approached him, followed by a gasp.
“hoseok!” someone ran up to him and kneeled by his side.
hoseok shakily reached for them, desperate for someone to stop the nauseating spinning.
“fuck, hoseok ah,” hoseok vaguely recognized namjoon’s voice, “i thought you were just sympathetic sick.” namjoon pulled hoseok to his chest, cradling him close.
a cool hand landed on his forehead as more footsteps approached, followed by loud cursing. hoseok hiccuped and winced, feeling his stomach swirl. he really didn’t want to throw up again.
“he’s really hot, yoongi hyung. i think he caught whatever jungkook had.” namjoon pressed the back of his hand against hoseok’s cheeks, once again confirming how worryingly warm he was.
yoongi kneeled with namjoon and hovered over hoseok. the younger looked incredibly pale and flushed, his hair sticking to his face from sweat and eyes barely open. he brushed some of the hair back, wincing at how wet it was. “hobi ah? hey, can you look at me?”
hoseok barely was able to focus on yoongi, his hyung’s face blurry in front of him. “hyung?”
yoongi petted hoseok’s hair. “there we go,” he sighed in relief, glad that hoseok was still able to recognize him even if he was mildly delirious. “do you feel like you’re gonna puke again?”
hoseok whimpered, slowly nodding his head. he could only fight off his stomach for so long. he hiccuped again and his eyes squeezed shut from the pain.
yoongi cooed, gently cupping hoseok’s cheek. “namjoon ah, can you carry him to the bathroom? though he might puke on you.”
namjoon shrugged. “it’s alright. i can carry him.” he easily scooped up hoseok in his arms, cradling him close.
hoseok forced himself to hold back vomiting until they got to the bathroom. he was much too fond of namjoon and wasn’t willing to cover him in vomit. as a result, as soon as hoseok was placed down in front of the toilet, he was already retching.
he felt namjoon hold back his hair while yoongi patted his back and whispered soft reassurances. it wasn’t long before his stomach had finished emptying itself, leaving him to collapse against namjoon. namjoon’s chest felt sturdy beneath him, grounding him against the dizziness.
“i think he’s done for now.” namjoon wrapped his arms around hoseok, having one hand rub his back.
yoongi hummed in agreement. “he needs to cool down and clean up. i’ll get the bath started and get seokjin to clean up the hallway.”
“you want me to keep holding hoseok?”
yoongi sighed, seeing hoseok curled up against namjoon. “yeah, make sure he’s doing okay. try not to let him puke on you.”
namjoon nodded, taking yoongi’s words very seriously. “seokie, tell me if you need to puke, alright?”
hoseok nodded against namjoon. he felt safe in namjoon’s arms; as namjoon was taller and bigger than hoseok, hoseok could easily curl up in namjoon’s lap, when the leader was feeling up to some affection.
he felt himself growing sleepy, lulled by a combination of exhaustion and the sound of bath water running and the comfort of his leader. he pressed his face against namjoon’s chest, sighing. “i wanna sleep…”
namjoon smiled as hoseok hid in his arms. he supposed a little nap wouldn’t hurt hoseok, considering how badly he needed the rest. “you can rest, hobi ah. we’ll take care of you.”
hoseok felt namjoon give him a gentle squeeze and he practically melted against the other, slowly sinking back to sleep. it was much easier to give in now, knowing he would be taken care of. he was too sick to overthink it at this point.
he fell asleep to the sound of namjoon humming, giving into his sickness.
-
it was a while before hoseok properly regained consciousness. he vaguely remembered taking a bath and being carried to one of the members’ room to rest, though the exact details of the events were lost on him.
he was woken up by the feeling of someone nuzzling the back of his neck. he automatically knew who it was by the scent of jungkook’s downy laundry. what he didn’t understand was how he ended up in jungkook’s room.
the bath and sleep had thankfully brought his fever down and he no longer felt like the room was tilting. his stomach wasn’t the happiest, but there was no urgency to vomit, so hoseok counted it as a win.
he shifted around a bit before finally sitting up, confirming that he was indeed in jungkook’s room. there was a glass of water on the nightstand and a trash can placed nearby, along with a bucket. it made sense; if one of them started vomiting, the other was sure to follow.
hoseok pressed a hand against his stomach, letting out a nauseous huff. he thought he had been doing well hiding his sickness from the others. the bug turned out to be worse than he had originally thought.
he was startled a bit when he felt arms wrap around his waist. he looked down to find round eyes staring up at him with worry and a frown.
hoseok gave jungkook an uneasy smile. “morning, kook ah. how are you feeling?”
jungkook shrugged, though his frown only deepened. “i should be asking you that, hyung. i heard how sick you were, hyungie.”
hoseok sighed. now that the delirium from the fever was gone, he felt guilty for worrying the sick maknae. there wasn’t much that could have been done about his situation, however.
“you were sick for longer than last night, right hyung? that wasn’t sympathetic sickness, you were actually sick.”
hoseok nodded, ashamed of being caught. jungkook had probably known from when hoseok fell asleep on him during the movie.
jungkook sat up, arms leaving hoseok. hoseok watched him run a hand through his messy hair, then sigh. “i know you think you have to be strong for the rest, no matter what. but we don’t want you hurting yourself for us.”
hoseok’s heart stuttered in his chest, the instinct to flee overwhelming him. he never did well with confronting his own feelings.
“we love you, hobi hyung. we wanna take care of you,” jungkook whispered, staring at hoseok with such worry and affection that it made hoseok ache. “you’re not less important than the rest of us.”
hoseok looked down, cheeks flushing. it was so hard to give in, to admit that he needed help, especially when one of them was already hurting.
jungkook gently cupped hoseok’s cheek, forcing the older to look at him again. “we love you. i love you, more than i can express, and i know the others feel the same.”
hoseok’s heart bursts at the seams. he has no other choice but to cave in, especially with the way jungkook was looking at him. “thank you, jungkook ah.” he pauses, then quietly, “i love you too.”
jungkook gives him a fond smile. it was a known fact that hoseok got squeamish around “i love you’s”. jungkook was happy his hyung was letting him in. now that it didn’t matter that jungkook was sick, he leaned in and kissed hoseok’s nose. “let’s snuggle, hyung. i don’t know about you, but i still feel pretty achy.”
hoseok hummed in agreement, his body unbelievably sore. cuddles sounded very nice. he laid back down and let jungkook readjust the blankets around him before snuggling up against his hyung. jungkook’s arm wrapped around hoseok’s waist and his hand settled on hoseok’s stomach.
hoseok hesitated, then asked, “can you rub my tummy, please?”
he felt jungkook’s hand move under his shirt and press into his belly, rubbing soothing circles into his stomach. the motion helped settle the queasiness, though it still felt sore.
he dozed for a bit, as comfortable as he could be while sick. he didn’t know how much time passed until he felt the bed shift, jungkook moving from behind him. he stirred and whined at the loss of contact, rolling over to search for jungkook. there was more movement and when hoseok finally gave in and opened his eyes, he found himself face to face with taehyung and his boxy grin.
before he could protest, taehyung was covering his face in kisses. hoseok couldn’t help but giggle, unable to resist the affection of taehyung. no one escaped taehyung’s affection.
“my precious hobi hyung. my sunshine.” taehyung peppered more kisses on him. “you deserve to be cared for, no matter what, okay?”
hoseok blushed, but his heart didn’t feel as heavy as when he talked to jungkook earlier. “okay, tae tae.”
taehyung grinned, satisfied with hoseok’s answer. “now, i think hyungie is in need of some healing cuddles, correct?” he teased.
hoseok scooted close to taehyung, taking up the silent offer of cuddles. he rests himself against taehyung’s chest, listening to the younger’s heartbeat. taehyung’s hand landed in his hair, playing with the greasy strands. it felt good, especially with his headache.
they laid in silence, with it only stopping when taehyung eventually decided to put on some music. taehyung continued to play with hoseok’s hair, not seeming to mind how dirty it was.
eventually, taehyung spoke up again. “you know seokjinnie hyung will want to talk to you later.”
hoseok hummed in acknowledgement.
“he’s really worried about you, hyung. he cares for you a lot so to hear about how sick you got, it broke his heart.”
hoseok felt the same sickly feeling of guilt creep up, but he pushed it down.
“what i’m saying is be prepared for him to be a bit overbearing.”
hoseok expected that much from seokjin. the eldest was endearingly playful and youthful, but cared fiercely for the members and always made sure to take care of them. he could imagine the stress seokjin felt when he heard that hoseok had the stomach bug, the real cause of his sympathetic sickness.
hoseok sighed. “i’ll talk to him later, when i don’t feel so bad,” he promised.
he tried to ignore the small feeling of dread at the thought.
-
hoseok ended up back in the bathroom in the afternoon, the churning of his stomach having gotten too much. he hadn’t puked but the nausea was tilting on the edge of too much.
he was kneeling in front of the toilet, both hands clutching his stomach. he could feel it gurgling unhappily; he had only had water and medicine in the past twelve hours yet even that was too much for his weak stomach to handle.
the bathroom door opened and seokjin walked in, carrying a wet washcloth and a water bottle. hoseok smiled nervously at seokjin, only to wince from his stomach cramping. seokjin stayed silent, instead handing him the water bottle. it had been heated up, so hoseok pressed it against his stomach, curling over it and groaning.
seokjin sat down next to hoseok silently and pressed the wet washcloth against hoseok’s forehead. it felt nice and hoseok’s eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the cool sensation against his burning skin.
a queasy burp forced itself up his throat and he moaned, leaning forward towards the toilet. he could feel his mouth watering in anticipation.
seokjin removed the washcloth and replaced it with his own hand holding back hoseok’s bangs. within a few minutes, hoseok was gagging over the toilet bowl, stomach trying to bring up what little was in it.
hoseok gripped the toilet bowl with his hands, momentarily abandoning the water bottle. he could only bring up a little bit of bile. he ended up dry heaving for quite a while, the force causing him to tear up.
after a couple of thick swallows, hoseok finally leaned back and grabbed the water bottle again, placing it back on his stomach. tears were staining his cheeks and he sniffled, once again worn out by vomiting.
seokjin silently cleaned up hoseok’s face with the washcloth. then, carefully, seokjin wrapped his arms around hoseok and pulled him close, holding onto him tightly.
hoseok was shaking in seokjin’s arms. the silence was killing him. “h-hyung?”
seokjin hushed him, rubbing his back. “hobi ah, you dumbass, i love you so fucking much. have i not made that clear enough?”
the dread from earlier instantly washed away with that statement. of course seokjin wasn’t mad. why would he be? hoseok knew his hyung loved him. hoseok gave a wet laugh, heart warming. “i love you too, hyung. i’m just a little dumb sometimes. i didn’t want to bother you guys.”
“damn right you’re dumb.” seokjin leaned back so he could kiss hoseok’s forehead. “promise me next time you start feeling sick, you come to me, okay? no matter what may be going on.”
hoseok nodded. “i promise hyung.”
and just like that, the tension was gone. seokjin pressed another kiss to hoseok’s nose, then smiled. “thank you, baby. let’s get you back to bed. you need lots of rest and lots of cuddles.”
hoseok pouted at seokjin, not wanting to get up. he was quite comfortable in seokjin’s arms.
seokjin laughed, seeing hoseok pout. “shall i carry my prince back to bed?”
hoseok blushed, but before he had the chance to respond, seokjin was lifting him and cradling him against his chest. hoseok watched as seokjin proudly carried hoseok out of the bathroom and down the hall, back to jungkook’s room.
once in jungkook’s room, seokjin lowered hoseok onto the bed before climbing in as well. hoseok eagerly moved so that he was resting on top of seokjin’s chest, his ear pressed over his hyung’s heart. seokjin’s hand landed in his hair, moving to scratch gently at the scalp. hoseok hummed in appreciation.
seokjin started mumbling about different things, such as where jungkook’s surprisingly eventful trip to the doctors and yoongi’s recent attempts at teaching namjoon to cook. hoseok hummed occasionally, showing he was still awake, but he was more than happy to simply listen to his hyung ramble on. he felt so warm and loved.
he knew it wouldn’t be easy for him to change his mindset of putting the members before himself. he wasn’t good with his feelings a lot of the time. he was determined to work on it, however, driven by his love for them.
he had been thinking of love as a sacrifice for so long. love wasn’t giving oneself up for someone else. love was giving and taking, never letting one person collapsing under the weight of their own love and sacrifice.
“hey hyung?” hoseok finally spoke up.
seokjin hummed, gently tugging on hoseok’s hair.
“i love you, jinnie hyung. thank you for taking care of me.”
seokjin grabbed one of hoseok’s hands and brought it up to his lips, giving it a kiss. “anytime, hobi ah. i love you too.”
this is what love feels like, hoseok thought to himself, cozy on seokjin’s chest.
love was yoongi coming in later with medicine and a heating pad, kissing hoseok’s cheeks and joining in on cuddling because yoongi never passed up on cuddles. it was jimin massaging his sore muscles, making hoseok turn into putty from how good it felt.
or when namjoon, shy as ever with his affection, spent a whole day carrying around a recovering hoseok, kissing him whenever namjoon would set him down. it was taehyung helping him take a much needed bath once his fever broke, and joined with jungkook who happily added hoseok’s favorite bath salts.
and love was when hoseok, fully back to health, takes his time going around to each member and telling them that he loves them very much, no matter how much it made his heart squirm.
it totally was worth it, hoseok decided. they would always be worth it.
-
(when a week later, taehyung started puking during the middle of dance practice, hoseok couldn’t help but laugh. taehyung had it coming; the vocalist just had to kiss hoseok on the lips as soon as possible. hoseok made sure to rub his dongsaeng’s belly to make up for it. taehyung was known to sleep for long periods of time when sick, which could be worrying but usually ended up fine.
what was even funnier was when namjoon went down too, albeit not as dramatic as taehyung. the leader had tried to get away with it and head to work in his studio, but one very unamused look from seokjin sent him right back to bed.
hoseok helped seokjin cook jook for the two sick members, laughing as seokjin complained about namjoon’s stubbornness. all they really needed to do was send one of the maknae’s to cuddle him and namjoon would stay put. unfortunately, jimin and jungkook had vocal practice and wouldn’t be back until later in the evening. yoongi was in charge of taehyung, so he was out too.
in the end, hoseok took it upon himself to keep namjoon resting, considering how he had acted when he was sick. namjoon looked a lot less intimidating when his cheeks were tinted pink and he asked for his ryan plushies for comfort, hoseok mused.
yoongi got the bug right around when namjoon was recovering. thankfully, he was the only one who got sick, much to seokjin’s relief. yoongi was a pretty easy sickie; all he needed was cuddles and a hand to hold while he threw up and he would be fine.
two weeks after yoongi got sick, jimin crawled over to hoseok’s bed in the middle of the night. when hoseok woke him up in the morning, he proceeded to vomit all over hoseok’s comforter. hoseok was only a bit disgusted, more worried about jimin. he ended up having to care for his roommate the entire week; the bug was particularly stubborn with jimin.
everyone was anticipating seokjin getting sick. he did at one point, but after vomiting his dinner and sleeping for 12 hours, seokjin was perfectly fine.
“ya, it takes more than a stomach bug to take me down,” seokjin boasted, resulting in all the members groaning.
“you say that as if you didn’t spend a week recovering from food poisoning last year,” yoongi had retorted.
it wasn’t the easiest time, as they struggled to balance schedules and reworking things when one or two members were out. all of them were relieved when the bug was finally done with them, eager to get back to their normal hectic life.
they’d all fall sick once again at some point, but they all cared and loved each other. they would always be there to care for each other)
#finn writes#sick!hoseok#bts emeto#bts sickfic#tw vomit#spare some feedback lol i wanna know if i should keep doing long ones like this#ot7#no i wont be expanding on this pls dont do that to me iwjfeiojowhfiojeow
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Pairing: Rupert Giles x reader
Request: omgggg „dont mess with the cat“ and its the baby monitor“ and giles, maybe? that would be amaaazing
Requested by: Anon
Warning: swearing.
c/n = cat’s name lol. I didn’t wanna assign a name you can do that! The cat is a boy though (sorry idk why I can change it if u want) 🖤🦇
You and Giles had moved in together. You had taken a while to find the perfect place, especially considering that you lived on top of a Hellmouth. A lot of properties were ridiculously good value because a surprising amount of suspicious deaths happened here. You had offered to move into the house he already lived in, but he insisted that you should have a house you could share that would be yours together.
You finally found one that was perfect, or what you had thought was perfect.
You had been relaxing one Autumn evening, in front of the fire that Giles had just got going. Your cat was relaxing on your lap as Giles slid into the seat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You closed your eyes, inhaling his familiar scent that enveloped you with his hug.
You cosied up in front of the fire, wrapping your arms around his torso. You had more chance to relax around this time of year, Halloween was usually quiet and the younger people you usually helped out were busy going to parties and struggling with their social lives over the supernatural at the moment.
Giles had kissed the top of your head from the position you were in, now resting against his chest. You had been watching the television, or relaxing together with the tv on in the background. Except suddenly you heard this horrible noise. This crackling and popping. It was feedback. From some kind of device. A baby crying. Wailing for someone.
You squinted around, starting to get freaked out. Something wasn;t right. The room felt cold, despite your body curled up beside Giles with the roaring fire. You looked up at him and he didn’t appear phased. You sat up properly, looking around. Squinting.
“Giles…” You say slowly. Giles had stayed in the same position, looking towards the television feigning boredom but he appeared to be into whatever it was taht was on. You had to take the remote and mute the sound, “Giles can you hear that?”
“Oh, it’s just the baby monitor” Giles muttered after listening a moment, cleaning his glasses and smiling at you as if this were the natural conclusion. You squinted at him, looking around in confusion.
“Giles… we don’t have a baby” You say slowly. This made him jump into action. Of course - you didn’t have a baby! He panicked, walking towards the noise.
You, against your better judgement, went with Giles to look around the house to check where the noise was coming from. C/n weaved between both of your legs, coming too. But he stopped on the landing, hissing and running off in the opposite direction.
It got louder as you walked towards the spare room. You tensed, taking Giles’ sleeve and tugging him back. You were scared, you didn’t want him to get hurt. He nodded reassuringly, sliding his hand into yours and clasping it tight. The door opened slowly, it revealed... nothing.
There was no movement. No noise and definitely no baby.
You exchanged a look, silently agreeing to just leave that room alone from then on. You didn’t speak much for the rest of the evening, still hyperaware of any noises in the house. You went to sleep earlier than usual, clinging to Giles as you tried in vain to get some sleep.
You had managed some brief sleep, however you had a bad feeling which woke you up. Then came a strangled noise and a crash. You ran out of bed, with Giles close behind, in time to see your cat starting to float in mid-air while it thrashed against whatever it was. His tail was bushy and standing on end with his sharp teeth exposed whilst he hissed at the invisible force.
You reached and scooped your cat and pulled him into you, scowling around at the room.
“I’m fucking warning you!” You point at the ceiling as if the spirit were floating there, “Don’t mess with the cat!” You shouted, hugging the little fluff ball closer to your chest to make sure you were protecting him. You had seen movies like this - the pet was usually the first to go. Not on your watch.
“Y/n is it really necessary to use that language?”
“Oh I’m sorry did you want me to invite the poltergeist into the kitchen for a cup of tea!?”
“No, of course not. It just isn’t wise to… rile it up” He said gently, knowing how protective you were of the cat. You had expressed more than once that it felt like a little family, with you, the cat and Giles. Which he had adored when you had revealed this to him. He really did love you. He nodded once in understanding, pressing a kiss against the side of your head. You softened, melting into it a little, before snapping your eyes back open and shouting, “It’s Halloween tomorrow aren’t you meant to have the day off?!” scowling up at the ceiling again.
The movement seemed to disappear. So you eventually padded back to your shared bed, setting your cat at the end of the bed to ensure he was safe. You both slipped back into bed and huddled together as you tried to get some sleep. Your anger dissipating with every soft touch Giles gave you in the safety of your shared bed.
“We have to do something, sweetheart” You sigh, cuddling up to him. You weren’t fond of being haunted, it appeared.
“Let’s just, see what the spirit wants and see if we can, ah, assist. I will look up some books tomorrow” He muttered, stroking the back of your head softly. You nodded, well aware of his tendency to say a more polite version of what he really wanted to say.
“Can I bring c/n? please?” You whispered into his ear as you began to fall asleep nestled against his side.
The next morning was Halloween, a very busy day for you and Giles in the store you owned together. You usually enjoyed the day, but you were tired this morning and you snapped at Xander too many times so he threatened to walk.
This lead to you having to buy donuts to keep him sweet, which appeared to make him instantly your friend again. You explained yours and Giles’ predicament between the rush of customers and heard their suggestions which, although well-meaning, were entirely unhelpful. Your cat weaved between each customer, giving them a little entertainment whilst they waited in the long queues.
“Maybe you should get a priest?” Willow asked, using what appeared to be an entire roll of tape on a customers gift wrap. You were too busy reading a book on possession to supervise her properly so Anya snatched it from her and started to wrap it correctly.
“Yeah, you wanna go full-Exorcist. It is Halloween, G-man” Xander piped up and you let it slide with a mere eyeroll, seeing as you had snapped at him so much already today and Giles let him off with just a withering look.
You and Giles did a little more researching and decided the best way forwards was a ritual to reveal who you were dealing with and then one to cast out the spirit. You had everything lined up and you even colour coded the ritual into sections for him - you knew he loved it when you did that.
You decided you should probably do it as soon as possible. You presented your plan to the group after you finally closed up and the tired Scoobies listened. Their faces twisting into panic as they realised it sounded like a group event.
“Do we, uh, all have to be there?” Buffy asked, looking around and trying to silently come up with an excuse with the others. You caught this and winked at her.
“Well, we could use all of the help that we can get” Giles said solemnly, well aware of the horrified faces of the young people around him. He was about to launch into a long speech about duty.
“No. You can go to your Halloween party! Giles, there are some things that have to be dealt with alone, it’s our responsibility. We can do it just fine” You looped your arms around his neck and left a few soft kisses against his slightly parted mouth, in case he was still trying to protest. The Scoobies all took this as their cue to get up and run out of the door before Giles could change his mind. Dawn had taken your cat in the carrier, so that he was safe while you spent your Halloween dealing with whatever it was that had moved into your house (or maybe you had moved into its house?).
You made it home, wincing slightly as you saw the state of your kitchen. All of the cupboards were open. Cutlery was littering the floor. All of them had been paired with another, forming upside down crosses all over the floor. You smelt something and your eyes widened in horror. The gas was on. You ran over to turn it off and when you looked back around you saw that the teapot was cracked and in pieces in the centre of the wooden dining table. Clearly, the ghost wasn’t a fan of tea. Maybe it was a good job you didn’t offer it any.
You both cleared up, Giles staying quiet as you ranted through the tidying. You slammed the cutlery back in place. Crashing the cupboard doors closed. The teapot which you had really liked had to go straight into the bin.
When you finally finished, collapsing into the chairs in your living room. You felt exhausted. You weren’t sure if you had the energy to do this. You held onto the cross that Buffy had kindly gifted you and Giles earlier in the day.
A loud smash echoed through the house, making Giles jump and scatter your handwritten notes on the rituals you would have to perform all over the
You both rushed to pick them up before any poltergeist saw them and started to attack you before you could begin your plan. You then ran in to see what had happened, the noise having come from the kitchen. But this time, nothing was out of place. In fact, it was eerily clean. Spotless.
You decided you did have the energy. You wanted this entity gone. You couldn’t even relax in your home for a second anymore. This was further evident when you heard a loud scoff and a thud.
You rushed in, expecting to see Giles wrestling with a ghost, but instead you saw him glaring at the book case in the living room.
“For the love of all that is- will you please cease with the ridiculous organisation of my bookshelves! I cannot find a bloody thing!” He shouted at mid-air. It had been the one thing through all of this that had gotten a reaction.
“Now, now is that language really necessary, sweetie?” You giggle as he turned to face you, his temper still frayed.
“I cannot stand to live beside this-this-!” He looked around, as if he could have seen if the poltergeist was listening in, but obviously wasn’t able to see anything, “The books, y/n! the books!” He started to get worked up until your hand slid lightly up his chest, rubbing soothingly.
“I know, that’s why we’re doing a- doing what we’re doing- on Halloween night” You hinted, not wanting the entity to know what you planned. You kissed him on the cheek and nestled into him, hoping he could feel your love and comfort coursing through him like blood. He appeared to calm as he held you to him, but he was still frowning around him and towards the bookcase.
It was finally time. It was almost midnight and you started to paint the pentagram on one of the small, circular hardwood tables as Giles shook his head and muttered under his breath. He had given his blessing to use one of the tables he had brought with him into your home from England, but it didn’t mean he was pleased about it. You both set up, places crystals on each point of the pentagram. You also lit candles and brushing up pronunciation of Latin phrases before you began.
You nodded at each other, he closed the space between you to press a chaste kiss against your lips. For luck. Or courage. You both held hands and started reciting the words. Asking the spirit to reveal itself. Asking for its purpose. Things started to shake, books started to fly out of the shelves and litter the floor. Giles had to do everything in his power to stay focused.
The crystals flew at you both, scattering on the floor at your feet. You knew what this meant. It wanted you. It wanted to inhabit one of you. Possess you.
Giles didn’t even pause. He couldn’t have anything jeopardising his home. His love. He never wanted to be apart from you and so he started shouted that the spirit was being cast out. Cast from this home and back to where it came from. Nothing was happening except you were angering the demon. It had started to shriek. Blood curdling, squawks of terror that made you shiver.
The table was starting to shake, threatening to be thrown across the room and you panicked. Giles started to chant louder and you saw something from the corner of your eye. Giles was trying to contain the spirit within the confines of the pentagram at least - trying to cease the destruction of your shared home. A home that had held so much love and warmth being destroyed into nothing made him mad. He had memories in every room, he had told you of his love for you on the sofa that was now almost ripped in two.
You had seen a doll. You had picked it up from a fair, or a flea market. It was hideous. You don’t even remember why you bought it, it was oversized and had a blank stare that meant you had hidden it in a cupboard so you didn’t have to look at it. That now had been flung open with the contents littering the floor.
You panicked, having to move from the circle to grab the doll before placing it hurriedly into the centre of the pentagram. Giles said the final syllable and it happened. Everything suddenly went quiet. The room dull and empty. Littered with you entire lives surrounding you.
You had made it so the spirit passed into there. The doll. You winced as the doll started to shake and a horrible light filled the room. It was so bright it felt as if it was behind your eyes, inside your skull. A terrible scream felt as if it were exploding your eardrums before a cold silence fell again.
It was instinct. It had been dangerous, but you both agreed there would have been no other way. You stared around you at the mess and decided you needed to worry about the doll first.
You took the doll straight to the Magic Box and locked it up until you knew what to do with it.
You held hands as you stepped back over the threshold of your shared home, peering around corners and holding your breath before entering rooms. But it was okay. It was all back to normal.
Nothing was out of place. It was as if the activity had been something you had made up. Something of a shared dream. But you knew that wasn’t the case, and thought better than ever mentioning it out loud.
You turned and almost knocked Giles over in your haste to celebrate with the biggest hug. He quickly recovered and held you close. It was over, you both sighed as the first rays of the sunrise peaked from behind your blinds. Everything was going to be okay.
The details of this story were based on true events.
Y/n and Giles went on to save the world several times since the events of this fic. They assisted the Slayer at the final battle of Sunnydale and both survived.
The doll was sent to the care of Wolfram & Hart. The whereabouts of the doll is currently unknown.
#very obviously not a true story#a very Buffy Halloween#Giles#Rupert Giles#Rupert Giles x reader#Giles x reader#Rupert Giles imagine#Rupert Giles x you#Giles imagine#btvs#ats#Buffy The Vampire Slayer#buffy the vampire slayer imagines#btvs x reader#btvs x you#btvs imagine#Halloween fic#Halloween#Halloween request
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Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Summary: Chris has been acting strange on your anniversary.
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Angst, alcohol, cheating, cussing, douchebag Chris, mentions of sex and sex toys, and I think that’s it
A/N: Hello, this is my first Chris Evans fic and you know I had to make it angsty (I feel like angst has become my trademark lol). This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I feel like this could have passed for a good Ransom fic...too late! 🤔 🤷🏻♀️ Anyways feedback is very much appreciated and lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my future works. Also ignore any mistakes i’ve made lol this isn’t heavily edited.
Y/N was never a patient person, but she was for the one she loves. It was her 2 year anniversary with her boyfriend, Chris Evans. She picked her favorite elegant dress for the fancy restaurant where Chris had made a reservation. She gave her keys to the valet and walked into the restaurant.
“Hi, I have a reservation under Evans.” Y/N said to the hostess who simply nodded and escorted Y/n to her table. “Thank you.” she smiled and stared at her phone. She was on time like always, unlike Chris who was always fashionably late. Now the waiting game begins.
*5 minutes pass*
She looked over the drink menu and ordered a bottle of wine. I mean might as well if Chris will be paying for it. Y/N looked at her phone for the time contemplating if she should text her boyfriend or not. She opted not to knowing he's probably showering or picking what he would wear. She sighs as her bottle comes and the waiter pours her a glass and gives her breadsticks.
“Would you like to order now miss?” the waiter asks.
“Um, just give me a few more minutes. I’m sure my boyfriend will be here soon.” Y/N replies and the waiter nods leaving her alone. She sips her wine and looks over the dinner menu.
*10 minutes pass*
Alright so now Y/N is getting a bit impatient. She’s on her third glass of wine and second basket of breadsticks. She pulled out her phone and decided this was a perfect time to call her boyfriend.
Ring
Ring
Ring
It’s Evans. You know what to do.
Beep
“Hey babe. I was just wondering what time you'll be at the restaurant? I wore your favorite dinner dress.” she said with a sultry voice. “If you fucking forgot our anniversary I will murder you. Love you.” she ended the voicemail. She sighed and continued to eat the free breadsticks.
*30 minutes pass*
Y/N’s temper has gone up. She decided to text her boyfriend thinking that her voicemail wasn’t enough to get his attention.
Y/N: Chris, you better be getting fucking ready and out the door by now. I swear if another person looks at me with pity you will rue the day you were born.
Y/N huffed and drank her sixth glass of wine. The bottle was half way full or empty in Y/N’s eyes. The waiter came by growing a bit impatient pointing at her menu. “You know what I’ll order a salad for my appetizer.” Y/N said with a cheeky smile. The waiter nodded and just as he was about to leave Y/N said, “OH! And more breadsticks please.” He turned and gave her a sarcastic smile then walked away. Y/N sighed and continued to drink her wine. The other people around her began to stare at her. “I will kill that man” she said under her breath while scrolling through her phone.
*45 minutes pass*
Still nothing. Y/N’s patience has gone down the drain and is getting a bit annoyed. She finished her salad, another basket of breadsticks and also the entire bottle of wine. She avoided every glance her way and her anxiety began to kick in. “Can I get a coffee please?” she asked the waiter and he nodded. As soon as her coffee arrived her nerves began to go down a bit, but she was still pissed.
*1 hour passes*
Chris: Hey honey, I'm gonna be a little late.
“Little late my ass.” she said. “Wait, what the fuck?” Y/N questioned as she read the text. He never calls me honey. Y/N said to herself and that's when she knew something was up. “Hey, can I get the check?” as told the waiter passing by.
*time jump: Y/N arrives at Chris’ House*
Y/N stepped out of her car and walked towards Chris’ house. Deciding it's probably a better idea to sneak in the back. Walking along the walkway crossing the small pond towards the glass doors. Locked. Luckily Chris’ maid, Mabel, was sweet enough to give you spare keys for the front and back doors. Mabel cared for Chris like her own child and Chris showed her so much respect.
“Bless that woman.” Y/N said to herself while unlocking the door. Walking around the first floor nothing seemed out of place and the lights were on. Y/N walked to the stairs and began to head towards the second floor of the house. Drawing closer to Chris’ bedroom Y/N heard something. Right when she opened the door she saw two figures in the bed naked and having a heavy make out session.
“YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” Y/N yelled, scaring the two. “ARE YOU FUCKNG SERIOUS CHRIS!” the two in the bed stared at you with awe.
“Y/N babe, I can explain.” Chris said, slipping out of the bed fully naked.
“Shut up Evans.” Y/N replied quickly. “Who the fuck are you?” she asked the woman in bed.
“I’m Brittany. Chris’ girlfriend. Who are you?” the girl answered.
“Girlfriend huh? Tell me Brittany, how long have you been with Chris?” you asked her and Chris was about to butt in, but you held a finger up to stop him.
“Four months.” she said, “I’m sorry, who are you again?” she asked Y/N another time.
“Well sweetheart, I’m Chris’ other girlfriend apparently.” you replied staring at you alleged boyfriend. “You know what I can’t fucking believe you would do this. I knew you were an asshole, but seriously four mon-” Y/N was interrupted by a figure came out of the bathroom completely naked like the other two.
“Who’s ready for round 3?” she said holding up various sex toys smiling. Chris remained motionless staring at the scene unfolding.
Y/N stared at the three naked people. “Fuck you Evans. Enjoy your fucking threesome.” she said to him walking out of the bedroom. Chris quickly grabbed his joggers from the floor following Y/N outside.
“Y/N, I can explain.” he grabbed her wrist and she drew it back quickly.
“Alright fucker explain then. Tell me why the fuck you were having a threesome on out anniversary.” Y/N said to him with anger.
“Fuck. It’s our anniversary?” he said, staring at her.
“FUCK YOU DICK!” Y/N yelled walking towards her car. Chris grabbed her wrist again.
“Wait babe, I’m sorry. I knew it was our anniversary. I was kidding. I texted you back right, didn't you see it.” he said
“You’re fucking kidding me right? I waited for you in that restaurant for an hour!!” Y/N said trying to keep your cool.
“I mean our relationship was going so fucking slow.” He replied.
“IS THAT WHY THAT FUCKING BITCH WAS IN BED WITH YOU?! BECAUSE OUR RELATIONSHIP WAS TOO FUCKING SLOW FOR THE GREAT CHRISTOPHER EVANS!!” Y/N yelled at the man shaking her head.
“Well, I mean, I guess it’s good our relationship is over right?” he said peacefully scratching the back of his head staring at you.
You were beyond pissed now. “You wanna know how I figured you were doing something douchey? You fucking called me honey!?” you yelled at him and began walking towards your car. He was hot on your trail.
“Well, that’s what I get for not paying attention while I was fucking those two girls.” he said with a smirk.
Slap
Chris’ cheek was now as red as your hand. “Fuck you Chris.” you said. “I hope you have fun fucking those skanks again and again.”
“I will.” he said quietly, but you heard. As you got to your car, you unlocked your car and pulled something out. Chris was staring at you with a questioning face. “Y/N what are you doing?” he asked you following in your steps getting closer to his expensive car. You got the brick that was in your hand and threw it on the windshield of his Mustang. “Y/N!! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE A BRICK IN YOUR CAR?!” he yelled walking over to his car staring at it in distress.
“For protection? I don’t fucking know, but I left it there for when you are an even more asshole than usual. Today you drew the line.” you said walking back to your car. Chris watched your departure and looked back at his car.
“HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN THIS TO THE DEALERSHIP?!” he yelled as you drove off.
A/N: Was that good? lol I love Chris and writing him like this feels wrong, but like i said love me some angst.
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You See Love Is A Game (And I Still Want to Play) | C.YJ
➳ pairing: campus player!yeonjun x female reader
➳ genre: college!au, angst, suggestive fluff
➳ word count: ~5.2k
➳ warnings: some suggestive moments, language, super brief mention of death, set in a nursing home, ambiguous/open ending, bi!yeonjun (not a warning but it’s there lol)
➳ summary: A workplace romance is a cliche. But if it’s not a romance, that should be perfectly fine, too. It sure seems to be fine with Yeonjun. So why isn’t it fine with you?
A/N: Y’all this took me forever! I’m kind of happy with the way this turned out though. As always, feedback is encouraged! Requests and prompts are also always encouraged so don’t be shy. Also there is a high possibility of a part two for this, so if you’re interested feel free to let me know. The title is from “Don’t Wanna Fall In Love” by KYLE.
Part Two
Choi Yeonjun was nothing but leather jackets, perfectly styled hair, and sleazy smirks. His look fit his character to a tee. He was a loud, obnoxious player who could have anyone on their knees for him with just a smirk and his signature wink.
You hated it.
Sure, college is the time to explore yourself and your sexuality, and you were never one to judge. But to see someone taking so much pride in being known as nothing but a player was a tad bit...unsettling to you. As a psychology major, you always wondered what was going on inside Yeonjun’s head that made him so okay with his reputation. However, you never got close enough to pick his brain.
Keeping your distance from Yeonjun was something you decided in your first semester. You had been walking down the hallway of your dorm (the one he unfortunately lived in as well), ready to set out for the day when you were met with a shocking sight. Yeonjun had been walking out of the bathroom, freshly showered. His towel was knotted low on his waist, exposing his toned torso that was littered with drops of water.
The minute he noticed you staring, Yeonjun pulled out the classic smirk and wink before walking away. To say you were left with flushed cheeks for the rest of the day was an understatement.
You couldn’t deny that the boy was attractive. There was something so enticing about his cocky demeanor and careless walk that drew you in. His plush lips were always drawn up into that greasy smirk that highlighted his high cheekbones and strong jaw. His hair was always perfect, even when it was messy, and he was always dressed to the nine.
In short, Choi Yeonjun was infuriatingly attractive.
And as you found out, fury, disgust, and attraction proved to be a dangerous mix. It had your stomach in knots every time you so much as caught sight of the boy. If anyone were to ask you, it was out of a weird distaste for him, but you knew better.
Which is why you find yourself currently in the library, trying extremely hard to focus on your 19th century literature homework as Yeonjun sits at a table a few paces away. He’s flirting with the innocent boy who sits at the table with him. You can easily tell by the way Yeonjun’s smirk is sitting on his face and the fact that the other boy’s cheeks are dusted with pink that he’s doing well.
You internally roll your eyes, averting your gaze back to Frankenstein in order to not be caught staring. Leave it to Choi Yeonjun to turn a place of learning into an opportunity to score. In all honesty, it shouldn’t bother you as much as it does. But you can’t help the way your mind runs an internal rant about Yeonjun’s antics, when in reality it has nothing to do with you.
As you grow more tired, it becomes harder to focus on your homework, leaving you distracted. Yeonjun still sits with the seemingly innocent boy, apparently still laying on the charm thick if their hushed giggles are anything to go by. Part of you can’t help but be jealous of the boy. It must be nice to have all of Yeonjun’s attention, even if only for a fleeting moment.
You’re too busy pondering that thought to notice that you’ve been staring. Suddenly, Yeonjun’s eyes meet yours from across the room, and you know you’ve been caught. You’re quick to avert your gaze then, cheeks heating at the thought of Yeonjun knowing that you were staring at him.
God forbid he knows why. You would never hear the end of it.
Shaking your head, you force yourself to focus back on Frankenstein. You’re nearing the end of your assigned pages when you feel a set of eyes on you. The gaze is piercing, demanding your immediate attention, but you don’t give in, letting your eyes process the words on each page instead.
It’s only minutes later when the chair across from you shifts, and you look up to see it being claimed by none other than Choi Yeonjun. You only spare him a brief glance before burying your nose into your book. You hope he doesn’t notice the way your cheeks have heated up just from his mere presence.
“You know,” Yeonjun whispers, mindful of your location. “It’s not polite to stare.”
“I wasn’t staring,” you respond, not once looking up from your book.
Yeonjun chuckles under his breath, and when you look up to meet his eyes, he’s looking at you in sheer amusement. His lips are quirked up, but not quite in his normal cocky smirk. He seems friendly, almost.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you respond hesitantly.
“Well, Y/N,” Yeonjun says as he begins to stand from the table. “Next time you want my attention, just say so. The staring thing is kind of creepy.”
The tall boy pushes in his chair, surprisingly respectful despite his demeanor. He spares you a wink paired with his signature smirk before he walks away, leaving you with unfinished reading and a flame of annoyance flickering in your stomach.
. . .
One of the pains of being a psychology major is the need for you to participate in field research. It takes up a huge amount of time, and requires more writing than you initially thought, but at least you get to decide what and where you want to research.
Very honestly, studying geriatric psychology in a nursing home isn’t exactly your first choice for research. But when your professor mentions that they are in dire need of research help, you can’t find it in your heart to say no.
When it is finally the first day of your research, you can’t help but feel a little nervous. You know the procedure, and you have all of your interview questions written down, but you still can’t help the jitters that accompany doing anything for the first time. It doesn’t help that you have to go in alone, your supervisor choosing to stay in the lab while you do the field work.
Your knee bounces the entire bus ride to the nursing home, making the fabric of your dress jump around your legs. The short pumps you’ve stuffed your feet into begin to hurt the minute you walk into the nursing home, and you can already tell it’s going to be a long day.
Lucky for you, the home is warm and inviting. The walls are a warm cream color, decorated with the occasional piece of artwork. It’s surprisingly busy, filled with staff, visitors, and residents, all chatting away or busying themselves with a board game.
You make your way to the front desk slowly, still taking in your surroundings. When you arrive, you’re greeted by a dimpled boy sitting behind the desk, giving you a soft smile as he welcomes you to the home.
“How can I help you?”
You swallow down your nerves, suddenly made worse by the boy in front of you. He’s cute...like really cute. “Um, I’m Y/N. I’m here for research. I work with Dr. Seo.”
The boy behind the desk lights up, dimples growing deeper as he smiles fully. “Oh! It’s so nice to meet you. Dr. Seo told us he’d send someone in, but didn’t mention who. I’m Soobin, by the way.”
Soobin extends a hand and you shake it, smiling softly at the boy’s bubbly demeanor. He’s quick to stand, grabbing a folder full of papers from the desk before coming around to meet you on the other side. He motions for you to follow him.
“Normally researchers don’t actually do much on the first day. They just kind of come in and survey the place and take notes.” Soobin leads you down a long hallway, smiling and greeting the residents as you pass them. By the way everyone lights up at his presence, you can tell he’s well liked. “Last year, I was the one who kind of showed everyone around, but now they have me working the front desk so I really can’t anymore.”
The boy stops in front of an open room, which appears to be some kind of break room. There’s a fridge in the corner, plastered with pictures and colored magnets. The rest of the space is filled with a few tables, one of which is occupied by what seems to be a group of volunteers.
“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She works with Dr. Seo,” Soobin announces, grabbing the attention of those around the table.
The last person’s eyes you expect to meet are Yeonjun’s. Yet here he is, staring back at you in his mint green scrubs as he munches on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He looks sincere for a moment until something within him clicks, when the corner of his lips quirk up into a smirk. You feel your heart fall into the pit of your stomach.
Soobin doesn’t seem to notice the shift in atmosphere, and continues his announcement. “I have to go back to the front to help Hyunjin, but can one of you guys show Y/N around? She’ll need to know where things basically are and where to set up.”
Yeonjun’s standing up before Soobin even finishes his sentence. “I’ll do it,” he offers.
Soobin’s face pulls into a relieved smile, dimples popping out in gratitude. “Perfect,” the boy places a large hand on your shoulder. “You’re in good hands with Yeonjun. I’ll be at the desk if you need anything. It was nice meeting you.”
You nod at the tall boy, watching as he sets back off down the hallway from which you can. When you turn back to the break room, you notice that Yeonjun has already cleared his stuff away, leaving his friends with an exaggerated salute that has them all laughing. He brushes past you in the doorway, mumbling for you to follow him as you set out further into the nursing home.
“You just couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” Yeonjun throws a wink over his shoulder.
You roll your eyes. “You wish. I couldn’t give less of a shit about you working here.”
“Rule number one, sweetheart, is that you can’t curse around the residents. So watch that mouth of yours.”
Warmth rises to your cheeks at the use of the pet name. You can tell Yeonjun doesn’t mean anything by it, but it still leaves a fluttering in your stomach anyways.
The tall boy leads you up a flight of stairs, and it’s then when you notice how different he looks. All of his piercings are left void of jewelry. Instead of his hair slicked back with a hard gel, it’s left natural, soft and shaggy. He’s not wearing any bracelets or rings like he usually does, and you smile internally. You like the way this Yeonjun looks.
“We’ll start at the top and make our way down, okay?” The boy’s voice echoes in the stairwell, twisting the pitch as the sound reverberates.
You nod before realizing that he can’t see you from his position in front of you. “Sounds good.”
It’s evident that Yeonjun has been volunteering here for a while, exhibited by the ease through which he guides you around. He turns swiftly around each corner, knowing exactly which hallways are dead ends and which bring you further into the facility. The residents all greet him warmly as the two of you pass, and the older women seem especially fond of him.
Apparently no one is immune to Choi Yeonjun’s charm.
You’re amazed by the time the two of you return to the first floor. The nursing home is huge, much bigger than what you expected when you first walked in. Yeonjun leads you back down the same hallway through which you came earlier, past the front desk, and through a smaller hallway that leads away from the heart of the home.
When Yeonjun stops in front of a small room, he sighs. He opens the door swiftly to reveal what looks like an office. It’s equipped with a desk, some file cabinets, and an assortment of comfortable chairs and pillows.
“This is going to be your office while you work here. Once upon a time, it was mine,” Yeonjun’s eyes meet yours, holding a surprising air of authority. “Treat it right.”
You just chuckle awkwardly in response, not knowing how to respond. And then it hits you. This office was his at some point. The revelation has your eyebrows furrowing.
“You were with a research team?”
Yeonjun nods curtly. “I’m a developmental biology major. What better place to study the last phases of life than in a nursing home?”
Your jaw drops in surprise. “A developmental biology major? I would have never assumed that.”
Yeonjun chuckles bitterly. “You don’t know me. I think it’s a little inappropriate for you to be assuming anything.”
The air in the room is stale, emphasizing the discomfort that you feel after Yeonjun’s words. He’s right, of course, that you don’t know anything about him other than the fact that he gets around a lot. And he doesn’t even know that you know that. You choose to just apologize softly, which has the smirk rising on his face.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Yeonjun looks a little too smug. “Like I said, just treat this place with care. You can make yourself at home here. Whenever you’re ready to leave, just let Soobin know so he can sign you out.”
“Um, sure. Thanks, by the way.” Yeonjun cocks an eyebrow. “For showing me around and stuff. I’ll make sure to take care of your office.”
“Well it’s yours now, sweetheart.”
With another wink, Yeonjun is gone, leaving you once again with flushed cheeks and unfinished work.
. . .
The first week of trying to incorporate research into your already hectic schedule is a disaster. You only have to go into the nursing home two more times, and yet they manage to be the most jam-packed days you have had in awhile.
Working in geriatrics also proves to be more difficult than you’ve expected. Some residents are difficult and mouthy, while some are sweet but forget the question the minute it leaves your mouth. The whole interviewing process is extremely stressful, made worse by the way you have to relive the moments afterwards when you transcribe the interviews.
Additionally, you can’t decide if seeing Yeonjun everyday in your place of work is a blessing or a curse. You admit that he’s a sight for sore eyes after a long day, but he can also be extremely distracting with the flirtatious winks he sends you from down the hall. It seems like every time he sees you, he makes it his mission to fluster you as much as possible.
Occasionally he engages you in normal conversation, and that seems to fluster you the most. It’s when you gossip about the residents or tell cheesy jokes that you find yourself red in the face, absolutely smitten. It’s overwhelming how much you have grown to enjoy his company.
By the second week, it all becomes routine. It’s simple, really. You come into the home, check in with Soobin or Hyunjin, the other cute boy working at the front desk, and they always greet you with a smile. You use placing your snack in the break room fridge as an excuse to see Yeonjun, who always sends you a flirtatious wink in greeting.
Then you settle into your office, interviewing and transcribing for a few hours until your brain is melted. After that you retrace your steps to gather your belongings and leave the nursing home. It’s a pretty simple routine...until it’s not.
It’s the Thursday of the 5th week when Yeonjun comes barging into your office. You had been cramped in the small room all afternoon, and it was nearing 6pm. You weren’t anywhere near done with your work, but Yeonjun didn’t seem to care.
“Get your jacket,” the boy commands after his surprising entrance. “We’re going out.”
You can’t help but chuckle at the boy’s words, leaving him with a confused frown.
“There’s no way. I’m not even close to being done. So I have to stay here and work. Just go out by yourself.”
Yeonjun’s frown deepens, and you admit that it makes him look adorable. He stands before you with unstyled hair and a frown, clad in those mint green scrubs all of the volunteers have to wear. You internally smile at the fact that his name tag is upside down.
“You’ve been in here for over five hours. You deserve a break. We’re taking one now. Come on.”
Yeonjun’s stare is demanding, but with the subtle frown on his face, he seems to be pleading more than anything. After a few seconds of staring at the boy, you sigh, rolling your eyes.
“Fine. But only for a half hour. Then I have to get back to work.”
Yeonjun beams brightly at you, and you wonder how you’ve gotten to the point where Yeonjun smiles at you more than he smirks. You shrug off the thought and grab your jacket, following Yeonjun out.
The two of you opt for a quick stop at the local coffee shop rather than a full meal, knowing that what you need is just a pick me up. You settle into a booth towards the back of the cafe, seeming more interested in your drink than the boy in front of you.
Yeonjun chuckles when he notices the way you are downing your drink, taking a slow sip from his own. “You must have really needed that.”
When you look up, you notice how Yeonjun’s nose is scrunched up in amusement. He looks different like this, cuter, and you wonder what about the nursing home brings out such a cute side of him.
“Yeah, this research is kind of killing me,” you reply. “I don’t know how you did it.”
Yeonjun’s smile transitions to something softer. “I really loved it, so it never seemed like a big deal. I would rather be bombarded with patient interviews than have only a little bit of paperwork. Being face to face is so much more rewarding.”
You find yourself nodding in agreement, taking yet another sip of your drink. Although you had spoken to Yeonjun quite a bit since you’ve started your research project, you’ve never seen him so open. He’s normally all teasing quips and playful jabs and flirtatious compliments, but all of that seems to fall away as he looks at you with sincere eyes.
“What made you even want to work in the nursing home to begin with? Don’t most developmental bio majors work in embryology? Why didn’t you work at a fertility clinic or something?”
At this, Yeonjun’s smile falls. He looks down at his drink, stirring it softly as a way to fidget. He can’t seem to meet your eyes, even when he begins speaking.
“My grandmother was actually a resident at the home, like 3 or 4 years ago. She had really bad Alzheimer’s disease, and couldn’t live on her own, so I started visiting her when she was sick there.
“After she passed, I guess I couldn’t really stop myself from visiting over and over again, even though I knew she wouldn’t be there. So when one of my advisors told me a research position was open there last year, I jumped on it.”
You place your hand on top of his and give it a gentle squeeze. “I’m really sorry to hear that.”
Yeonjun nods sadly, finally looking up to meet your eyes. “It’s okay now. Volunteering at the home is something I really enjoy, so something good came out of it all.”
After a second or two, Yeonjun flips his hand over, interlocking his fingers with yours. You instantly flush, even though you try not to show how flustered the action makes you.
“Thanks for asking, honestly.” Yeonjun starts softly. “No one has really ever questioned it, so it feels nice to be able to talk about it.”
You nod, letting out a shaky breath when the boy squeezes your hand. He doesn’t let it go after, letting it rest softly in his. You realize that he’s giving you the chance to pull away, but something in the pit of your stomach tells you not to.
The two of you end up spending the rest of your break chatting idly, fingers intertwined on top of the table.
. . .
No matter how much you get used to seeing Yeonjun in the nursing home, seeing him on campus always throws you for a loop. Even now, as you stand in the obnoxious crowd of the frat party your friends have dragged you to, you’re surprised to see the familiar head of perfectly styled hair.
He’s standing by the staircase, nodding his head softly to the beat of whatever EDM song is blasting through the house. His demeanor is the exact opposite from when he’s at the nursing home. Instead of being soft and open, he’s closed and rigid, seemingly predatory as he scans the crowd. You suspect it’s for his next hookup, and green briefly flashes behind your eyes.
He meets your eyes from across the room, sending a wink your way. You just roll your eyes, excusing yourself from your group of friends before walking over to him. Yeonjun looks surprised as you approach, taking a long sip of whatever concoction is housed in his red solo cup. He leans against the adjacent wall before greeting you with a smirk.
“This is the last place I ever thought I would see you, sweetheart.” His eyes glitter with delight.
You roll your eyes, sipping on the seltzer in your cup. “I could say the same thing to you. Aren’t you, like, too cool to be here or something?”
This makes Yeonjun laugh, his prominent cheekbones protruding as he smiles genuinely. “Of course I’m too cool. But I just decided to grace all of these poor souls on campus with my presence.”
You hum in amusement as Yeonjun takes a step further into your space. He glances down into your cup, raising an eyebrow at its contents.
“Vodka soda?” He questions.
You shake your head no.
“Gin and sprite?”
You shake your head once again.
“Tequila seltzer?”
His incessant guesses have you laughing, but you finally take pity on him. “It’s just seltzer, Yeonjun. I’m not drinking.”
Yeonjun scoffs, leaning further into your space as you two lean against the adjacent wall. “What’s the point of coming to a party just to be sober? Actually, never mind, I would assume nothing less from you, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” your jaw drops in mock offense. “Someone once reminded me that it’s a little inappropriate to be assuming anything when you don’t know someone.”
“I think I know you well enough.”
You cock an eyebrow challengingly. “Prove it.”
The smirk takes hold on Yeonjun’s face. He tilts his head slightly, making it easier to make eye contact. You’re struck by the intensity of his gaze, even in the fairly dim lighting of the party. He crowds further into your space, forcing you back onto the wall just a little bit. You’re ashamed at the way it ignites a flame in the pit of your stomach.
“Would it be inappropriate to assume that you want me just as bad as I want you?”
The question takes you by surprise, but the fire in your stomach only grows. If it weren’t for the intensity of his stare you would think he was joking, but something in his eyes tells you he’s dead serious.
“What makes you say that?” You don’t know where the sudden confidence comes from, but you take pride in your ability to flirt back.
Yeonjun chuckles. “Don’t think I forgot how you were looking at me in the library all those weeks ago. You were practically begging me to fuck you with your eyes. And honestly,” he shrugs. “I would have. I still would.”
You swallow thickly, brain momentarily short circuiting at the boy’s words. He still has yet to break eye contact, seemingly searching you for any sign to back off. Obviously, he doesn’t find one.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Yeonjun’s smirk grows, dripping with a sense of pride and satisfaction. He’s quick to take you by the hand, leading you up the stairs to wherever the two of you were bound to spend the rest of your night. You mentally apologize to your freshman year self for breaking your promise to keep your distance from Yeonjun. But really, you aren’t all that sorry.
. . .
You feel dirty.
No matter how much concealer you use to hide it, it makes you feel extremely dirty to come to work with hickies. It makes you feel even dirtier that the one who gave you said hickies volunteers there.
However, what makes you feel the dirtiest is the fact that when Yeonjun comes into your office and locks the door, you take the bait. You only have a 20 minute break in between your interviews, and you spend it fucking Choi Yeonjun...again.
No matter how dirty you feel, though, you can’t help but feel an underlying sense of giddiness. Being with Yeonjun just ignites something within you that has you thrumming with happiness for the rest of the day (not that you would ever tell him that).
The two of you had decided at the party that there was nothing wrong with a little fun as long as it was left at just having fun. And with that, the two of you just arose.
You don’t know where quickies in your office fall on the spectrum of “just having fun,” but you go with the flow anyways.
Yeonjun chuckles as he watches you slide your discarded panties up your legs, pulling down your pencil skirt as you fumble with the buttons on your blouse. He looks no better, the drawstrings on his scrubs untied, a blooming hickey forming underneath his collarbone. You both are a mess, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You’re straightening up your hair when Yeonjun moves to leave. He approaches the door slowly, seemingly wanting to draw out the moment between you two. Eventually he exits the office with a sleazy wink.
“See you around, sweetheart.”
And with that, he disappears. When the door clicks shut behind him, you swear to yourself that it won’t happen again.
Naturally, it does. Time and time again, you find yourself with Choi Yeonjun embedded in you, and you can’t say you regret it.
Your connectedness bleeds into your work, as you often find yourself thinking of the boy during your interviews. The two of you share secret glances whenever you cross paths, accompanied by the occasional rendezvous in your office.
It bleeds into campus life, too. You find yourself leaving every party with Yeonjun’s arm wrapped around your waist, him whispering dirty promises in your ear as he leads you out.
Every single time you encounter Yeonjun it always leads to the same two things, sex and unfinished work.
He takes pride in it, too. Yeonjun loves the way he has you dropping everything for him the minute he says the right things. He loves how you always greet him with a sweet smile, one that’s dripping with sugar in a way that’s only meant to conceal something. He loves the way you moan for him, say his name, tell him that you’re close. Yeonjun loves.
He loves.
On month two of you two “having fun,” Yeonjun decides he’s had enough of loving. He’s loved before, sure, but this, this is love. And if he knew anything, he knew that “having fun” and love could not coexist.
He lets his eyes roam your naked figure as you lay sleeping in his dorm bed, the two of you squeezing onto it late last night and haven’t moved since. He wonders when sharing a bed became enveloped in “having fun” and he assumes it was around the same time when loving you was.
This is not the Yeonjun he knew himself to be. This is not the Yeonjun that tore through the boys and girls of campus just to chase a meaningless orgasm. This isn’t the Yeonjun who got cute boys to tutor him by pretending not to understand physics. This new Yeonjun feels. He feels for you, and he hates himself for it.
Yeonjun can’t stop himself from smiling as you slowly start to blink awake. On instinct, his hand comes to your hair, stroking softly to further coax you into wakefulness. When you make sleepy eye contact with him, you smile softly. Yeonjun’s heart clenches.
“What are you staring at, creep?” You mumble into the shared pillow.
Yeonjun chuckles softly. “Just a loser.”
“That wasn’t what you were saying last night.”
And Yeonjun blushes. The Yeonjun that he knew himself to be never blushed. He was always the one making others blush. He used to make you blush. He wonders when the tables turned.
After waking up fully, you’re quick to leave the bed, searching the small dorm room for your clothes. You get dressed without batting an eye, straightening out your appearance as much as possible. Yeonjun just watches from his bed as you go through the motions, taking in the sight of you.
When all your stuff is gathered and you’ve deemed yourself appropriate, you head to the door. Yeonjun wills himself to say something, anything. But his voice is caught in his throat, and it’s not until you’re halfway out the door does he find his words.
“See you tomorrow.” Stay, please.
You just smile over your shoulder. “Bye, Yeonjun.” Ask me to stay.
You’ve made peace with the walk of shame since you find yourself doing it so often. But there is always something that nags in the pit of your stomach as you walk down the corridors of the dorm. You wonder if people can look at you and know, know that you’re just another one of Yeonjun’s conquests.
Somewhere along the line, you convince yourself that it’s fine if that’s what they think, because that’s what you are. Choi Yeonjun doesn’t do feelings, not for you, at least. He just takes and takes until he’s satisfied. There will come a day where he’s satisfied, and you two will return to being nothing but coworkers.
You wonder if Yeonjun has taken anyone else recently. You’re sure that he must have, but you can’t help but hope that he hasn’t. You hope that you’re the only one, that you’ve been the only one, but that hope is futile. You know that. So why does it hurt so bad?
As you exit the dorm, the cold air of early December whipping past your face, you realize that you’ve been taken. Choi Yeonjun took you, every piece of you, and you wonder why you let him.
You wish that you stuck to your freshman promise of keeping your distance. But distance only makes the heart grow fonder.
Part Two
#choi yeonjun#choi yeonjun imagines#txt#txt imagines#tomorrow x together imagines#tomorrow x together#choi soobin#choi soobin imagines#escritos
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Hi, author! i'm a reader that found your fic thru this hell app and downloaded wattpad just to keep up with your story. I'm piedepagina over there and i've been commenting a lot for the latest chapter (i'm sorry 😭) and i had just never sent you an ask here, but i'm seeing the asks you're getting and it's really sad to see you're feeling down 😢 ngl i wanted to come here with an ask to talk about the characters bc i love that (btw me identifying manipulative traits in Kiko come from personal experience, it's how we all analyze media, so i apologize if i'm misunderstanding your character, it really isn't with ill intent, but as a neurodivergent person who suffers from rejection sensitivity, i do understand your reactions and irdk how i would react to stuff like that if i were you, which is why i'm here so back to the point sjdj lol), i love when stories like yours give us space to talk about character development, but the reason i decided to come here and comment here is bc i really am so sorry you're feeling like this bc of people's out of line comments, i won't tell you that you should just ignore asks bc ik how hurtful some things can be, even if we try to brush them off, they affect you and it's okay to give yourself the space to feel it, and get over it, it's not an overreaction, you're human.
And though i understand if you're feeling so burned out that you don't think you wanna do this anymore after you are finished with your current stories, i hope from the bottom of my heart you don't, and not to prove ppl wrong or to be stoic or w/e or "for your readers" but just bc i hope this part of you stays with you for a long time, be it as a hobby or something more, you deserve it, you deserve to give yourself the right to keep doing this, bc you love it and bc you're good. Believe me, not everyone doing this for free can get this many people discussing, really discussing your characters and story like this (not meaning the hate or negative criticism, but people forming opinions and theories and trying to analyze the characters and turning into therapists skdjd and even people hating characters AND loving characters)... you're doing it right, so i hope, i really hope you keep this with you for a very long time and you get the chance to tell more stories, fanfics or otherwise, for yourself.
My only unsolicited advice to you rn would be, try to explain less, if we still misunderstand the characters after the light you've shed on them, it's on us, we're on our own, and it will be then on the story to speak for itself and clarify what it has to at the moment it has to (even if we, with our headcanons, aren't satisfied, we as a society really need to learn to deal with this! In media, to omg ok back to the point) when you decide it's time. You will save yourself a lot of headaches, for sure 🤭 and to people reading and getting frustrated with the pace, just bookmark the story and comeback in a couple months to binge read the chapters posted till then, you all will save lots of trouble too AND will spare our author from dealing with your bitter asses.
Anyway, i'm sorry for this essay lenght rambling idk if anything makes sense 😭 i just find all of this really sad, you deserve to feel joy with your works and i hope this passes again and doesn't come back! and yk take the time you need to clear your mind from all this, do what you need to do, after all the most important thing is that you feel well. We love your story and we are always rooting for you, i'm sure 💜
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It can get a little bit frustrating, okay sometimes a little bit too much, especially when I don’t answer certain questions they just keep going. The same ones all the time. I got like 4 messages on wattpad going something like “hey can you please tell me if the story ends with jk and y/n together please? I only read stories that end like this”🤯 I don’t even know how to reply to that since I said countless times I won’t be spoiling anything, not even in the messages individually. The thing with me explaining is usually when ppl directly ask me about it or give me feedback and I try to just share my thoughts on it. I always want them to make their own opinion while reading the story, not asking me. If you’d look for my older asks about mh, I actually asked people to read my stories more carefully but I’m always open to explain some things (things that don’t give spoiler), or just sharing my thoughts. I don’t see anything wrong with that and I’ve no idea what I did wrong or why this has become such a big deal all of a sudden. This happens every time I speak up and address certain things lol
Thank you for writing me all of this! You’re so sweet and kind, I want you to know that I really took your words to my heart. Thank you again!!💜🙇♀️
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🦋 MINI MIND MAKEOVER 🦋
okay i started the idea for this mini little mind makeover when i broke up with my boyfriend in like january. instead of being sad or angry, i wanted to be grateful for this time and take it as an opportunity to make life better for myself. then quarantine happened, so some of these are related to things i’ve learned since that started. either way, these aren’t all concrete things to do for your mind; some of them are just ways of thinking or pep talks. but if you can find one little piece of information or thought that makes you a little bit happier for a moment, that’s all i can hope for!
5-htp: okay first off- please ALWAYS consult your psychiatrist or medical professional before taking a supplement! taking 5-htp with, for example, serotonin-increasing medications can lead to a fatal illness called serotonin syndrome. personally, i started taking it because i had been on 10 mg prozac for a few months. it definitely dulled a lot of my anxiety and had a lot of positive aspects to it, but it dulled them almost too much to the point where i felt apathetic and detached from myself and the situations i was in. i was in a very unhealthy relationship and felt like i needed my mental clarity and “overthinking” processes back in order to identify what i was feeling and how to deal with it. i felt a lot more “sensitive” after coming off it, which was actually really welcome for me at first, but then it sort of dropped off into withdrawals. i was having constant panic attacks and crying very often. after a while, i was debating going back on prozac, but remembered i had taken 5-htp before. 5-htp is an amino acid that is a direct precursor to serotonin being produced in the brain. when u eat turkey, tryptophan is converted into 5-htp which leads to your brain producing serotonin, thus why you feel calm and happy afterwards. after taking 5-htp for just a few days, ranging between 200-300 mg per day (again, do your research, ask your doctor, and start small) i stopped crying constantly and really felt this sense of calmness and wellbeing but without the detachment and apathy i felt with prozac. i could still think clearly but didn’t feel overly sensitive to every emotion which arose. personally, it is really a lifesaver and really does make a noticeable difference.
cognitive behavioral therapy: ive tried therapy a million times. well okay, like 5 or 6 different therapists. at its worst, therapists told me i needed to use my sexual power as a woman in order to get what i wanted from men, told me i’m bad at socializing and should do group therapy, said my mom shouldn’t have encouraged me to “be myself” when i was younger because it made me less likeable than if i had conformed to normal societal standards of dressing. i had gone to “therapists” who claimed to be trained in CBT, but when i told them about my experiences with dissociation, the only feedback i got was to “take more baths.” while going through a few unpleasant experiences in my personal life, i decided i should try CBT once more, but like the real kind. i found an ivy-league educated licensed psychologist (NOT a “licensed clinical social worker” who doesn’t even have a psychology degree!!) who SPECIALIZED specifically in cognitive behavioral therapy. just after the first session, i was so elated with my experience. as opposed to just telling me that i needed to be more normal or more kind or a better person, she tried to identify WHAT was making me feel that way about myself in the first place. she pointed out the positive things i do and reassured me i was kind, good, and deserving of good things. she pointed out many aspects of my situation that would have taken me days or weeks to come to on my own. i’ve realized my hubris isn’t that i’m not socially acceptable or not perfect enough, but its just that i tend to THINK that i am these things despite having no evidence of it. so, over time with therapy, my positive self image about who i am as a person has grown and strengthened and i dont just randomly feel like a bad human being anymore lol. moral of the story, if you wanna do therapy but it keeps sucking, dont give up. go to a legit psychologist, find someone who specializes in the type of therapy you’re seeking, and also be vocal during your sessions. stand up to your psychologist when they continually push a narrative onto you, and explain why you don’t agree with it. sometimes it’s their job to try different narratives to see what fits, and if you just passively let them say what they want to, you’ll never find the truth of your experience! it’s a communal effort! therapy isn’t usually a magic cure-all where one session fixes everything that goes awry in your brain. but if you find someone who knows what they’re doing they can in fact really help your thought processes become less twisted up and more clear and healthy.
meditation and mindfulness: a few weeks ago i felt anxious and overly driven to get things done to the point where i spiraled into a space of guilt or a panic attack over not getting enough things done. meditation can be so so helpful here. it’s better to spend an hour sitting and doing nothing, but doing it peacefully and then calmly moving on to doing something else, than to spend 5 hours stressing yourself over every single thing you need to get done and how much time you’re wasting. the things that need to get done will get done. another thing that i’ve realized and say to myself a lot is: “focus not on doing all things perfectly, but on doing the small things well.” by this i mean, stop thinking about the 20 things you need to get done and how it all needs to be perfect, but instead take your time with the task that presents itself as most beneficial right now and focus on enjoying it and giving your whole self to the process. for example, stop thinking about how you need to clean your room, your closet, donate clothes, take a shower, take out the trash, read, workout, etc. think to yourself; “which task would bring me the most joy right now?” if the answer is taking a shower, then take that damn shower. bring your speaker into the bathroom, scrub every inch of your scalp with shampoo, scrub your feet and behind your ears and your neck with body wash, brush the conditioner through your hair fully. you may end your shower with 19 other things to do, but god damn if you can’t enjoy a single one of them and be present for it, what’s the fucking point! go light a candle and bask in its glow, go make your bed and huddle up in your neatly arranged covers, go take a long bath or a thorough shower, and be proud of and content with that today.
relationships, with others and yourself: okay, if you missed the memo, my ex-boyfriend sucked. like genuinely was a bad person. he was a drug dealer, so that’s red flag number 1 (which i ignored of course), he hadn’t graduated high school (he was 18, i was 20, he was supposed to graduate the last semester but refused to do the work and ignored me and his mother when encouraged to do it, which is uhh definitely red flag number 2 which i also ignored), he habitually did not show up for dates on time or lied about what he was going to do or what he did (literally everything he did was a red flag and i rlly ignored all of it). the worst part was how he responded when i worked up the courage to speak to him about it. if we had agreed upon a time for our date but he showed up literally 8 hours late, he would blame it on me because i “could have called” him, or that i was “demanding too much of” him, or that i “should have said something earlier so now [i was] just dragging it out because it already happened.” basically, whatever narrative he pushed at me, i eventually gave into. i’ve dealt with gaslighting in a relationship before and a part of me knew what was happening to me, but a part of me also kept having hope for him, kept empathizing with him, kept wanting to believe in him. after a bit too much time, i finally realized you have to trust yourself, empathize with yourself, and believing in yourself over anyone else. at first i felt bad for him not being able to graduate because i had my own struggles with high school and getting work done. i thought he may have issues but he deserves someone to be there for him because i wanted someone to be there for me. despite the pain and stress he was causing me, i sat around crying over him because i cared about him and tend to over-empathize with people close to me, whether they deserve it or not. my therapist told me something that at first i did not understand, but over time came to grasp in its entirety: “some people do not deserve your love or kindness.” after our first session, my homework was to “consider when you are being kind and when you are being taken advantage of.” this made me realize that what feels like your instinctual nature to be nice to others, can in fact be a self-sabotaging unfair action, depending on the other person’s response. i might be dishing out a lot right now, but bear with me. think of it this way: you regard an action as a “kind action”. you might think “kind actions” include: forgiving someone for large mistakes, putting someone’s needs over yours, sparing them some change when they ask for it, listening to the problems they are dealing with every day. BUT when their actions include not forgiving you for minor mistakes, not giving a sh*t about your needs or considering them, not caring how much money they take from you and how much money you need to have around, or habitually glossing over your problems because it doesn’t benefit them to care, THEN those actions you performed are NOT “KIND ACTIONS” anymore. the act of continuing to give them leeway is now the act of being taken advantage of. the act of giving them money is now the act of being taken advantage of. the act of buying into their story at the expense of your sanity, is now the act of being taken advantage. basically, all i’m saying is START PUTTING YOURSELF FIRST AND TRUSTING YOURSELF WHEN YOU FEEL SOMEONE DOESN’T HAVE YOUR BEST INTERESTS IN MIND.
ending thoughts: i know quarantine is difficult right now. the desire to grow contrasted with the inability to move. maybe try and follow that old 2008~ quote; “bloom where you are planted”. you might not be able to reach the goals you thought you would during this time. you might not be able to run a marathon or make a bunch of new friends or wake up at 6 AM to workout or redo your bedroom or get a rhinoplasty or join a gym or get an internship. working towards productivity might be unrealistic right now. but you can work everyday towards becoming the woman you want to be, mentally. you can work on learning to be content, learning to make the best with what you have, learning to appreciate the little things, learning to slow down. these are all qualities that i for one want to have just as much as i want to be attractive or successful. if you can’t enjoy success, what’s the fucking point! life is on pause right now, take this moment as a gift and consider your internal world and what parts of your mind need a makeover. there are horrible things happening in the world right now, do what you can to help, but if you’re safe and healthy then be grateful for the things you can learn from this difficult time. take it slow, but keep moving forward!
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hello your writing is really beautiful n you are such a great writer! I recently posted my first fic but the notes were kinda low and I honestly am just doing this because I love writing so I want to get more ppl to read my the fic that I worked hard on. I was just wondering if u cld share with me how many notes u had gotten on ur first fic when it was released (u dun hv to if this is too personal) or any tips for new writers on how to get their work out there? tysm
hello! thank you so much for the kind words!!! For my first fic, I had about 40 notes i think…maybe even less than that lol i can’t really remember but I remember being elated when I hit 30 haha. tbh I still am even to this day super happy when I hit 30.
First off, I want to say that tumblr is an odd place. Sometimes super well written fics with great vocab & an amazing plot line & etc etc etc barely get any notes while others that are in my opinion, not so well written with misspelled words, bad grammar and etc etc etc get a ton of notes so I wouldn’t worry about notes that much. Also there are a ton of silent readers. A TON. come on peeps show the fic some love if you liked it! I know when I first started reading I didn’t leave a like either lol bc… idk I just didn’t do it until I saw a post that explained how important feedback is. I mean I feel it even more so now that I write haha.
ok anyway, i’m going to put the rest of my answer under the break bc it’s pretty long and I don’t wanna clog people’s dash, sorry!
To get your fic out there, you should tag your fics right with #bts fanfic and #bts scenarios (remember the s! i know some ppl drop the s but i always use scenarios instead of scenario but tbh idk if the other tag is tracked more closely) bc people track these tags… I know I used to before I started writing and tbh I still do when I have some spare time and also tag like the member’s name and then the genre. for example, #jimin fluff. apparently only the first 5 tags are searchable but tbh I’m not so sure… so you can just tag to your heart’s content if you like bc idk tumblr is a mystery to me tbh. most networks require you to tag their network in the first 5 tags but more on networks later!
Next, post your fic when you feel like tons of people are online so they see it on their dash or it appears in the ‘recent’ section when they search the tags and stuff. For me, that’s around 11 pm central time in the US or at least that’s what I’ve decided on… tbh i schedule the post at that time bc I’ll go to sleep so I’m not constantly refreshing to check the notes lol. anyway get a counter from freehostedscripts which you can see on my blog on desktop… it’s those little numbers in my description box. It’ll help you see when people check out your blog and stuff. It’ll have a map to show you the general area ppl are visiting from and a lil section underneath that looks like this
then from this I guess I should be posting at 8 pm lol oops but honestly you don’t have to be so detailed haha im just a huge data person.
Third, join a network. You can check my networks page to see what nets I’m in and check other writers’ networks page too. tbh I’m looking for a new network to join too heh. anyway, i was lucky with my first fic bc I saw a lot of writers using the #allkpopnet tag and just followed along lol. luckily for me, the admin at @allkpop-net was super nice and reblogged my work even when I wasn’t in the net and kindly invited me to join the net! I feel like that helped me get my work out there. All members within the net has to follow the account so basically all these writers are following an account that reblogs fics and ya I mean someday maybe a writer with a decent following may read your work and choose to reblog it or rec it which will help get your fic more attention. Also, most nets have a group chat on kakaotalk or smth with the rest of the members so when you join, you can talk to other writers and support one another or bounce off ideas off of each other… so yeah cool stuff. join a network!!! they really help and I feel like that’s what got my fics out there.
This tip isn’t really about getting your fic out there but more for growing as a writer but yeah hehe. Read. Read a lot. There are so many writers on here, each one with a different writing style and honestly I learn so much from all of them. From vocab to sentence structure to how to make dialogue interesting, there’s 101 things you can learn from reading others’ work. Don’t plagiarise of course bc that’s horrible. What I mean by learning from other people’s writing is to just analyse their writing, internalize the info and see how you can use it to improve your fics.
Lastly and most importantly, remember that you’re writing for yourself and no one else but you. Love the content you write, continue to work hard on your fics and eventually people will notice you. I know it’s hard in the beginning and the lack of feedback or the small amount of notes feels really discouraging but don’t let that get to you. Just think about how one year from now, when you look back at your work you’ll be able to see how much you’ve grown as a writer and truly that is the most rewarding experience. When I had first started out, I was lucky enough for someone to drop by and send me a message telling me that I should continue writing and if it wasn’t for them I probably wouldn’t even be on this blog so, if no one has sent you that message then here it is. Keep writing. Write whatever you want, however you want but the bottom line is keep writing. You are good enough. Don’t let anyone else or the lack of response make you feel differently. Keep doing you peanut! I hope to run into your fic someday and maybe by then you’re a fic writer with a huge following on here!
I hope I’ve been helpful. All the best!
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No Air
Steve x Reader
Summary: Reader and Steve were dating for a long time until he decided to break things off with her because he felt like he was being suffocated.
Warnings: cuss words, angst, jealousy, and depression (I don't know what else)
Word Count: 1,423
A/N: Hello! Sorry I haven’t written in a while life has been interesting yet stressful, but I am trying to push myself into writing again because I miss it. Special thanks to @stuckonjbbarnes for letting my enter her 250 Writing Challenge, if you don’t already follower her please do because she is an awesome and amazing writer. Anyways please let me know if you wanna be tagged (or off this tag) and feedback is very much appreciated! Also this is unedited like always because I’m to lazy to quadruple check my work...
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air?
“I don’t get why he has to be all touchy feely with you when I’m standing right next to you?!” Steve yelled slamming the door as you both entered your shared apartment.
You huffed with a hand over your forehead replying, “Steve I’ve told you this before me and Wesley are just coworkers. There’s no need for you to act up!”
“You don’t get it Y/N, I don’t want to see some guy being so close to my girlfriend.” he yelled back with his hands in the air.
“STEVE, Wesley is harmless!” you yelled back dropping you purse onto the couch.
“How am I supposed to know that he is harmless and whatever. What if his main purpose to get close to you is to fuck you?!” he said following your trail loosening his tie.
“He’s fucking gay Steve!” you yelled at him walking over to the kitchen.
“Fuck that he was trying to cop a feel Y/N! I saw it with my own eyes!” he exclaimed, walking towards the counter.
“Steve nothing is going on between me and Wesley for the thousandth time.” you said sighing rubbing your temples as a migraine starts to form.
“I find that hard to believe Y/N. You’re always getting home late from work because of all these quote un quote meetings with your team.” he says while using air quotes.
“Steve what the fuck am I suppose to do then? Huh? Quit my job and stay at home doing nothing with my life?” you yelled at your boyfriend.
“Peggy would have stayed done that.” he said under his breath thinking you wouldn’t her him.
“The fuck did you just say?” you looked at him dead in the eye. “Are you comparing me to your ex-girlfriend AGAIN, Steve?” he looked up at you with anger in his eyes.
“You know what, yes. You fucking heard me right Y/N.” He replied quickly to you fuming. “You’re always too fucking clingy when you get home from wherever you go. It's like I’m being suffocated by you. I can’t breathe whenever you’re near me.” he yelled staring at you.
Tears forming in your eyes and you refuse to let them fall down as you stare at the man you love. You look down at the counter in defeat and look back to him. Taking a deep breath you walk away from him to your room and gather all the necessary belongings you need. Steve still enraged looks at you and follows in your footsteps.
If I should die before I wake
It's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air, oh
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks with a strong tone.
“I’m leaving Steve because I can’t take this anymore. You accuse me of being what was it, oh right, clingy and you’re always comparing me to your beloved ex. So why don’t you call her and I'll leave you two be. How does that sound?” you yell at him finally gathering all your stuff and trying to wipe away the tears that have fallen down your face. You exit the bedroom walking towards the main door.
“Fine go then. I don’t need you.” Steve yells as he stops following you and sits on the couch staring at the blank TV screen.
“Fuck you Steve Rogers. I hope you have a happy life.” you yell while slamming the front door walking away from your once beloved apartment.
The sound of the door echoes throughout the entire apartment and that's what set Steve back into reality. What the fuck did I just do. He says to himself looking at his hands.
I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
Is there a way I could make you understand?
“I fucked up Bucky” Steve said through the phone rubbing his temples.
“Steve, breathe. Just call (Y/N) back in the morning. Let her sleep it off.” Bucky replied to his friend.
“Fine. Whatever.” Steve said. “I’ll text you later.” he sighed and laid in his bed thinking of how upset he made you.
But how
Do you expect me, to live alone with just me?
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe
*a month later*
Steve was a mess. He was trying to keep his cool around his friends, but on the inside he felt empty. Whenever his friends would ask about (Y/N) he kept to himself saying that the two of you weren’t meant to be, but that was a lie. He knew it was a lie. Right after you left he felt like his world collapsed. He felt so stupid mentioning Peggy yet another time. He knew whenever he talked about her that you would always get pissed off. Steve knew what ticked you off the most and used that against you. He fucked up hard. He felt like he was actually suffocating because you weren’t there with him. You were his world and fucked up so much. Why did I have to be such a dick? He said to himself.
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air?
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
That's how I feel whenever you ain't there
There's no air, no air
*seven months later*
Steve was an even bigger mess than before. He isolated himself in his apartment still torn by the fact that he never called or texted you right after the fight. How could I be so stupid? He said over and over to himself. He knew he should stop thinking about you. He was the one that broke your heart. He was the one that fucked up. Bucky had been calling and texting him for the past months. Steve never answered and didn’t want to talk. It wasn’t until Bucky came to Steve’s apartment to checkup on his friend. Luckily he has a spare key just in case Steve forgot his. Bucky saw how trashed and gloomy Steve's apartment was.
“Shit. Steve?” Bucky said looking for his friend. Maneuvering around the mess walking towards his friend’s room. “Steve? You in there?” he asked while knocking on the door. No answer. He knocked again. “I’m coming in man. You better not be naked.” he joked pushing the closed door. He saw his friend covered in layers of blankets. “Fuck. Steve you gotta get up man.” No reply. “Right, well don’t let this get to you punk. Just please get out of here once in a while. It's too dark and depressing here. Get some fresh air.” Still no answer. “Well I’ll see you around Steve.” Bucky said as he exited the apartment.
Steve sighed as he sat up in his bed. Bucky was right, his life seemed life a mess. He should get out of the stupid apartment. He went into his bathroom and stared at his reflection. Man he looked like shit. He sighed staring at himself and turned around to turn on his shower.
After he made himself look more presentable than usual he walked to one of the nearby restaurants. Actually he went to the one that you cherished the most since they had the best waffles in all of Brooklyn. While walking to the small restaurant he passed a fancy one that he almost took you to. He looked through the windows and saw something. Someone. (Y/N). You were sitting at a table wearing an elegant dress, smiling at the person next to you. You looked like you were shining, you seemed so happy. You seemed happy. The man who was next to you grabbed your hand and smiled. His blue eyes staring at you with adoration and brought your hand to his lips giving it a gentle kiss. Steve stared at the two of you with tears in his eyes. You and your date (A/N: alright the man is Henry Cavill because i’ve been obsessed with the Witcher and oof him shirtless my lord. alright back to the story) looked so in love and peaceful. Steve couldn’t top that when he was with you. He couldn’t be the man you wanted him to be. He couldn’t be the one who would protect you, shelter you, love you. He wanted to do those things when he was with you. He tried his best to do all these things for you, but his stupid mouth got in the way. He hurt you. He drew you away. He made you leave. He needed to leave. He needed to not see you. So he ran.
I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew right off
The ground and float to you
There's no gravity to hold me down, for real
He ran to the nearest bridge sitting on the edge. Tears slipping down his face. He couldn’t take it anymore. The pain was unbearable. He just wanted to stop feeling so empty, so alone, so alone. He looked down at the water staring at the reflection of the sky and himself. He wanted the pain to end. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Standing up and crossing over the railing, he leaned over the edge. One breath in. One breath out. He let go. He let go of everything. All of his emotions towards you, everyone else and himself. He let go of trying to love you, trying to forgive himself, trying to forget you. He let go and there was darkness.
Got me here out in the water so deep
Tell me how you goin' be without me?
If you ain't here I just can't breathe
There's no air, no air
A/N: so sorry for that lol. I’m thinking of making this a mini series possibly so a second part will come sometime in the future showing the readers POV. I don't know who wanted to be tagged so I just put those who were on my previous tags...Anyways if you wanna be tagged let me know and I’ll add you!
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