#the pain isnt behind my eye anymore and im looking forward to the pop! of no pain + euphoria after

[lavender---sunshine]

Im on hour 24 of this migraine and have stopped focusing on pain management type solutions and I'm looking more into how to let the unending pain fuel me to commit atrocities I would be too cowardly to otherwise

[robinskalechip]

home - chapter seven

robin buckley x reader

a/n: we getting spicy but soft tonight boiiss

warnings: drug use, language

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chapter seven - i dare you to love me

sofia and robin had continued the week getting to know one another more and more. sofia would take robin to school and to work and home every day for three reasons.

one, robin had a habit of hurting herself on her bike so she was trying to avoid anymore injuries

two, she didn’t like robin riding at night especially, but that’s mainly because she had been in the city for the last few years and she knew how dangerous it got there at night but hawkins is hawkins

three, she loved spending time with robin, and robin loved spending time with her

it was friday night and robin was in the store all alone. she was stuck with the overnight shift and sofia and steve were planning to go to sam anderson’s party to catch up with old friends.

it was already midnight and robin had popped in the apartment on the tv in the store

she was about half way through when she heard the front door swing open and then entered steve in full mom mode with a giggling sofia in his arms, full bridal style

it wasn’t until sofia gained her focus onto robin that she paused her giggling to greet her, “oh hey freckles”

steve walked to the couch that was located only within a few feet of him and plopped her down, which caused him to receive a very ugly look from the girl until she returned to her own little world

robin was very very confused, “what”

steve walked up to her, taking a breather, “I DONT KNOW.” he turned around to keep an eye on sofia as she had her legs up in the air she’s high as shit “she said she had a brownie and some beer and then i caught her trying to put the goldfish in the overflowing sink because he apparently wanted to go on vacation”

robin laughed but quickly tried to contain herself and return to a serious face of concern before steve could see her

sofia had on a pair of tight khakis with red converse and a light grey knit sweater. on her wrist she had the watch that robin had seen her wear on most days she was with her and a ring on her right middle finger that also made an appearance almost every time robin had seen her

robin poked steve on the shoulder and he turned around slowly, “look, i know you were looking foward to this party so i will be your knight in shining armor and look after sofia”

steve sighed in relief as he began to make his way out of the door before he was stopped once again by robin’s voice, “BUT” he turned, with a slightly irritable look on his face “go get us food?”

steve sarcastically nodded and made his way out of the door before giving sofia a good ole furred brow which she returned in the cute way that makes robin laugh

once steve left sofia adjusted her position to where she was looking at robin upside down, her feet hanging over the edge of the couch, “you know what, robin?”

“what”

“steve? he’s a good nut” robin started to ramble on in the most serious of tones “like the best of nuts, he is a high class god damn almond my freckled beauty. like sure he was a real pain in high school but NOW god and they say evolution isnt a thing”

robin looked sofia in the eye, trying to contain herself before they both bursted into laughter

robin made her way to sofia on the couch and motioned her to sit up

robin was sitting on one send of the sofa while sofia was laying on the other end, her knees bent so she wouldn’t get into robin’s way and they talked amongst themselves and by talk i mean sofia asked robin a bunch of hypotheticals that robin entertained while they waited for steve to return with the grub

“have you.....ever been in love?”

“nope not yet”

“you will soon, i can feel it. i have a sixth sense. just wait in the near future you’re gonna be head over heels for some lucky gal”

robin had a damn near heart attack

sofia popped her head up, confused “what”

“how did you-“

“how did i know? ppffttt. please. don’t insult me”

sofia was now sitting crisscrossed, oddly closer to robin, “one, i live in god damn new york aka the san fran of the east coast. two, you have no interest in steve or literally any other man i’ve ever seen you interact with but i see you eyeing girls all the time because im eyeing them too”

robin had another heart attack

confirming both sexualities, two birds one cross faded rant

“third, you wear an ungodly yet hot amount of jewelry. you listen to the smiths like it’s your religion. the first day i met you i knew you were into women”

robin now had furred brows, “how so?”

“who’s the dingus now? you were reading the price of salt, robin.”

robin was stunned, and somehow she got even more stunned when sofia put a hand on her thigh and got close to her ear and began to whisper, sending a chill down robin’s spine, “you were also practically eating me with your eyes buckley”

as sofia leaned back to her original state she arched her brows at a still very still robin

sofia was on her seventh question, “what is...your favorite flower?”

robin thought to herself, “i don’t really know”

“oh come on, pick one, i know a god awful amount of information about plants and what they mean, hit me”

robin took a deep breath, “i guess i’d say the lily is my favorite” she laughed to herself as she saw sofia giggle “what does the lily mean?”

sofia was looking at the ceiling, playing with a baseball she had found under the couch, tossing it up in the air and catching it continuously, as she spoke her words in a soft voice with a soft smile, robin still staring at her, waiting for a response.

“i dare you to love me”

robin’s smile had now dropped as she looked at sofia for a few more seconds to be interrupted by the door once again, but this time with steve holding a bag with larry’s logo on it, causing sofia to jump off the couch in excitement and grabbing to bag

“thank GOD i’m starving”

steve cleared his throat, causing the girl to turn around to see her friend holding up a to-go cup with a straw in it

“my special shake?”

steve nodded

“and a vanilla shake for you” robin took the beverage “and a crap load of fries in the bag”

aka the fries that sofia was already munching on

“ok have fun, bye robin”

“bye dingus”

“bye sofia” which was answered by a simple wave from a distracted sofia whose only concern was those fries and shake

after about twenty minutes of robin and sofia eating fries and drinking shakes and talking about nonsense, the found themselves messing with absolutely anything and everything they could find in the store. they found a couple of flower crowns in one of the shelves of the counter that steve had received from max when she made them with el last time she visited her

sofia grabbed the crown with blue flowers and hopped onto the countertop to face robin who was behind the counter looked at an old magazine she found

“robin, come here” she said laughing but still in a soft tone

robin put the magazine down and stepped towards sofia

sofia smiled and gently placed the crown on top of robin, fixing her hair immediately after

robin grabbed the other crown right next to her that had yellow flowers and placed it onto sofia’s head in the small gentle fashion as sofia

the smiled at each other before sofia once again bursted into laughter and took off her crown “i could never rock these, definitely not like max could”

she took robin’s off but in the process messed up her hair way more than intended and began to fix it, calmly brush it down and to the sides of her face

the both paused, just staring at each other, enjoying the calm, their smiles now gone and their eyes now below each other’s noses

sofia leaned forward, her hands now cupped robin’s face that was meeting her halfway to capture each other in the most gentle of kisses and pulled away immediately after to look each other in the eye before continuing a few seconds longer

sofia hopped off of the counter the pressed her body closer to robin’s, kissing her more passionately this time

sofia will never forget how robin made her feel in that moment

she’ll never forget how she tasted like vanilla because of her shake

or how her hands rested on her thighs

or the words she said to robin once they pulled away

sofia giggled once she backed away, “i’m so shit faced jesus christ”

robin laughed back, her heart hearting. did sofia mean that kiss or is she just so out of her mind from the booze and weed that she’d kiss anyone at this point?

“let’s get you some water”

next chapter

[scaryscarecrows]

Roots and Leaves, Pt. 8

All done!

“-son. Master Jason.”

Fuck, Alfred’s dead? The end is extremely fucking nigh.

But, if he’s going to be selfish (which got him into this, you’d think he’d learn)…at least he has company in…wherever this is.

His hands still hurt, though, which he finds very unfair.

“You are no better at feigning unconsciousness than you were at fifteen, sir.”

He’s not tryin’ to…

Why does Death look like his old bedroom. Is this some sorta ‘ease into it’ area?

“There you are.”

“Alfie?”

Alfred hasn’t changed one bit. Jason will bet that his mustache hasn’t even grown, or shed a hair, or anything.

“How are you-”

Alfred.

He hugs him and he hasn’t changed, not one goddamn bit. Alfred hugs him back, one hand cupping his neck and the other moving firmly up and down his spine. Alfred’s here, everything’s gonna be okay, at least for another minute…

The hand on his spine moves and his head’s tilted up with a soft, “Oh, my boy.”

It’s over. Any dignity he had is gone. He presses his face against Alfred’s chest (fabric softener Earl Grey home) and doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not crying. He’s never been able to keep anything from Alfred anyway.

“M’sorry.”

“Oh, my boy,” Alfred says again, and those sturdy hands press against his head and neck. “There is nothing to apologise for.”

He tries to take a few deep breaths, to get himself under control for fuck’s sake, and can’t. He can’t do it anymore.

But Alfred is a literal saint, and he doesn’t try to coax him to talk or to sit up or to do anything at all, even after his jacket must be soaked through. He just sits there, marginally more slumped than he usually is, and rubs a hand in slow, steady circles over Jason’s shoulders.

At some point, he senses a presence in the doorway, but before he can straighten up it’s gone again and now, without that motivation, it’s easier to just stay here where it’s safe and warm.

He eventually runs out of tears but his face is now wet and swollen and hot. His nose feels like it’s swollen shut and he’s been reduced to careful, thought-out breaths that rattle in his throat and burn in his chest. Sitting up is too much work.

Alfred props him up anyway and rubs a cool washcloth over his face before letting him take it and hold it against his now-puffy eyelids.

“That’s it, Master Jason.” If Bruce is Sherlock Holmes, then Alfred is Watson. They don’t deserve him. “That’s it. Deep breaths, there we are.”

“M’sorry, Alfie,” he forces out, voice strangled. “M’sorry-”

“That’s enough of that.”

“But-”

“I won’t hear any more of that.” Oh, boy. That’s the ‘you’re on thin ice and should just shut up’ voice. Even now, it’s scary and he doesn’t have the courage to go against it.

A straw presses against his lips-limeade-and Alfred continues, a little gentler now, “I cannot imagine that you purposefully buried yourself for any reason, Master Jason. Am I correct?”

He laughs. He can’t help it. It sounds so nice put like that.

“No. No, I…I didn’t. I didn’t.” He is not going to start crying again. He refuses. Sheila flashes behind his eyes, blonde and blue and red, and he presses the washcloth down hard enough to hurt. “I…she s-said. She said she was out. Sh-she said she was out, Alfred, I thought…just once…”

“From the beginning, Master Jason.” Calm, but making it very clear that he doesn’t have a choice. “Who is ‘she’?”

He swallows, knows he’s imagining something squirming at the back of his throat. Alfred waits.

“Sheila Haywood,” he finally whispers. “I…Bruce’s files…she might have been my mother.”

He doesn’t have to look to know Alfred’s got that little frown between his eyebrows, the one that says he’s deeply upset. Jason presses the washcloth tighter against his eyes, sparking colors, and his wrist is tugged at until the colors die off.

“I just…she approached me, Alfie, I swear, I didn’t…I just thought…” He swallows again, forces himself to let the washcloth fall to his lap. “M’tired of bein’ second choice, Alfred.”

He doesn’t have time to brace himself before he’s pulled back down and somehow…folded…so that he’s tucked against Alfred’s chest like he’s thirteen again and still fits.

“Jason Peter Todd,” Aw, shit. “you have never been second choice, do you understand?”

But…

Look. He’s very well aware that he wouldn’t be here if Dick hadn’t had that fallout with Bruce. And oh, boy, has he ever learned the Joys of Being the Second Child-‘Dick did this’, ‘Dick did that’, and on and on and on. He’s come to terms with that fact, it’s fine, whatever.

But arguing that point (or any point) with Alfred is a Bad Idea.

And. And he’s here, now, because Bruce…Bruce came to pick him up, when he asked. So. That means something, doesn’t it?

His head hurts.

Alfred sighs at his non-answer but lets it go for the time being.

“What happened with Miss Haywood?”

He’s not moving. He’s staying right here until this is all over.

“Some moron tried to hold up the grocery store…”

* * *

Jason feigns sleep for the rest of the day, until Bruce is out on patrol. Sneaking past the Batman isn’t impossible, but it’s definitely hard and with his hands almost completely useless, well…

The last thing he wants or needs is a lecture on Trust and Rushing Into Things and Dammit, Jason, This is What Got You Captured by the Joker. He knows that, thanks, Bruce.

(And yeah, okay, he knows lectures are Bruce’s way of saying I Love You, but some people swear a punch to the face is an I Love You, so.)

Sneaking past Alfred, on the other hand…now that really is impossible.

He’s halfway down the stairs when there’s an irritated, “A-HEM,” from behind him. Crap.

“I was thirsty?”

Alfred gets this expression that Jason will swear means he’s envisioning smacking him upside the head with a rolled-up newspaper. Yeah. Okay. Game’s up.

“I just…I need some time,” he says, eyes fixed on a knot in the wooden banister. “I can’t face him, Alfred, not now.”

Not for a long time, probably. Not without a massive blow-up on both sides and it’s better if no one else is around to be caught in that crossfire.

And besides. Right now, he just…his apartment may be kinda crappy, but it’s not haunted by a stupid kid who swore up and down that

“Being Robin gives me magic!”

“This is the best day of my life.”

There’s too many ghosts in this house.

Alfred comes forward and pats his shoulder.

“At least permit me to provide you with a few easy-to-reheat meals.”

“I’m okay-”

“Humor an old man.”

That is a trap. That is a trap, it’s just better to nod and neither protest or nor agree. And he’s got time, before Bruce gets back.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

“Hm.”

He’s ushered towards the kitchen. It hasn’t changed a bit-still homey and warm and with those same comfy stools by the counter. He remembers having after-school snacks there and chattering a mile a minute about ‘so Mister Pierce set his desk on fire in chemistry and it was so cool I gotta try that y’think B’ll let me-?’

“If I hear one word about you being out before those hands have healed, there is no power on Heaven or Earth that will spare you, is that clear?”

He believes. He believes.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” An icebox appears out of nowhere. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I, uh…I called an Uber. I didn’t think I could drive.”

“Wise choice.” Alfred sets the icebox down and grips Jason’s arms. “You will always have a home with us, Master Jason. Remember that.”

He is not going to start crying again. He is not.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

* * *

The Uber guy is more interested in his radio than in Jason and that’s just fine. It means he’s not going to pester him, which means that he can twist around to watch Wayne Manor shrink into the distance through back window.

When he gets home, he opens his e-mail. Nothing new, but Sheila’s are still there. He deletes most of them.

But.

He can’t. Even now, after everything, he can’t bring himself to hate her. Not really.

He moves the remaining few to his ‘save it’ folder, where he won’t open them by mistake, and goes outside for a cigarette. Lighting it’s a pain, and there’s a few minutes that he’s terrified that he’s going to light the bandages on his hands on fire, but he manages it, in the end, and leans on the railing to watch the cars go by below.

In another unit, he can hear Mz. Melinda May cackling and a handful elderly voices swearing and demanding she be thrown out. Maybe he’ll go over there tomorrow, make sure she hasn’t downloaded a crap-ton of computer viruses again. (And yeah, okay, he wants to know about the yelling.)

There’s a sudden movement in the shadows across the street and he goes inside, turns on the TV. He’s halfway through an episode of Chopped when a red bar pops up on the bottom saying, Batman recaptures Harley Quinn, more at eleven.

A knot in his chest he didn’t realize was there loosens up and he pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“Thanks, B.”

THE END

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

Girl Back Home (Jimin x You x Jungkook) // Chapter 8

A/N : And also, I’m trying a new thing here. if anyone here like my stories and want to give some support, why not buy me a coffee? ☕💜

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“Who are you?”

The girl lets out a long sinister laugh.

“Me? I’m your guardian angel Hara. I’m going to help you get you precious Jiminie back,” she lets out another evil laugh and walks towards Hara with confidence, sitting in the chair opppsite her, crossing her legs.

“H-how do you know me? And why do you want to help me?”

“Tsk,” the girl crosses her arms and smirks. “How hurtful it is that you dont know me. We are going to be sisters after this and you dont know who I am?”

“Sisters?”

“Urgh you are really oblivious arent you?” The girl rolled her eyes. “I’m Chae Rin, Jungkookie’s girlfriend. Dont you read the papers? And we are going to be sisters after you marry Jimin and I will surely marry Kookie,” she smiles. Jungkook’s girlfriend? Hara cracked her brain to try and remembers. Isnt Y/N Jungkook’s girlfriend? She take a good hard look at Chae Rin’s face and something familiar starts to popped up in her mind. Right, the recent news said Jungkook and Y/N has broken up and this girl right here is his new girlfriend.

“Chae Rin?” Hara lets out a wide smile and puts out her hand for a friendly handshake. “I look forward to being sisters with you then,” she giggles. With this girl’s help,Hara is sure she can keep Y/N away from both Jimin and Jungkook. What does those two sees in a country girl like that is above her. They have two beautiful idol right here and they are still chasing after that country bumpkin Y/N. Something must be really wrong with those two. But no worries, Chae Rin and her will make them see again.

“So I’m guessing you want that bitch away from your fiancee as much as I want her away from my Kookie am I right?” Chae Rin leans forward in her chair.

“Yes of course. Jimin just broke off our engagement because of her! There is no way in hell I’m going to let her steal Jimin from me! Jimin is mine and mine alone!” Hara shrieked, making Chae Rin laugh.

“Chill out. I know how you feel,”

“But wait. Didnt Kookie and her broke up? You are his new girlfriend now arent you? Then what is your issue ?”

“He might have broken up with her, but I can tell Kookie is still pining over her. I need to get rid of her once and for all. To get her as far away as I can from Kookie,” Hara nodded at her explanation but something is bothering her. How? How are ywo girls with a packed schedule and high profile image is going to do it?

“But how Chae Rin? Do you have a plan?” Hara is curious.

“Not yet. But I have someone who can help us,” she grins.

“Help us? Who? Should we really involve more people in this?”

“Oh dont worry. He is the one who suggested this partnership to me. And ask me to reached out for you,” Chae Rin play with her nails cockily. “And you know him quite well too,”

“Know him?” Hara looks puzzled and confused. Who would volunteerily help them? And why? “Who? Who is he? And when can I meet this person?”

“Right now,” Chae Rin lets out another evil grin and the door open once again, a man standing there, smiling.

“Hello Hara,”

“Y-you?”

/////

Jungkook pulled his hat low as he leans behind the tree. He feels like a damn stalker. Come to think of it, he is a stalker. Thats is exactly what he is doing, stalking Y/N.

After he accidentally heard Jimin’s confession to Taehyung the other day about how nothing happened between him and Y/N, so many things starts to run in his mind. He realized what a huge mistake he made for jumping to conclusion and dissing Y/N just like that. Without even hearing any explanation from her he broke up with her, living her with no money, no help and no choice, all helpless on her own to go back home all the way to Busan. He even dared to showed off Chae Rin in front of her when she is obviously just a random idol he flirted with to pissed Y/N off. The boys even told him that Y/N sold all her things in order to find enough money to go back home and it kills him inside to know how much damaged he has done to her. Jungkook should have just left her alone. Happy and peaceful back at home, away from all this drama. If he did, Jimin wouldnt see her again and would have just ask for a divorce through their lawyers and if they are really fated together, Jungkook is sure they will still meet one way or another. And even if they didnt,at least Jungkook wouldnt know what being in love with and thats better than falling in love with her and all this shit happened.

Without anyone knowing, Jungkook has been secretly buying back everything that Y/N sold. Even if she hates him for the rest of eternity, the least he can do is to return back everything she has ever own. Things that are precious to her. Jungkook knows chances to be with Y/N again is slim to never, but he can atleast try to make her happy from afar.

Jungkook sighed as he leans into the tree. He has been coming back home to Busan without anyone, especially Jimin, knowing in his free time, to spy on Y/N. He wanted so much to talk to her, but he cant. Y/N slammed the door right at his face when he tried the first time after he heard Jimin’s and Taehyung’s conversation the other day and he never tried again ever since. Instead, he follows her around like a coward all day. If Y/N really wants nothing to do with him, the least he can do is to follow her to soothe down the feeling of missing her. Atleast until he figures out his next move to win her again.

/////

Hara looks at the man, the last person she would have ever imagined to help her get rid of Y/N.

“You looked surprised Hara. Didnt expect to see me I presumed?” he chuckles and take a seat besides Chae Rin.

“Y-yeah. I didnt expect this at all…” Hara avoided his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking at him again.  "Is this real? Are you really going to help us get rid of Y/N?“

"Yes of course,” he laughs. “Why else would I be here?”

“I-I dont know. I have so many questions. I’m just confused,” she fiddled with her fingers.

“Then ask me what you want to know,”

“Why are you helping me? Helping us, I mean?” She looks at Chae Rin. “I mean… isnt Jimin and Jungkook your close friend? Your brother? If they really do love Y/N like they claimed they do,wouldnt it hurt them if you get rid of Y/N? Why would you want to get rid of Y/N then?”

The man laugh at her question, looking at her and smirks.

“I can sense that you have a lot of doubt Hara. Are you sure you are willing to see Jimin get hurt when we get rid of Y/N?”

“I-I dont want to see him hurt. I really love Jimin..” she looks down for a moment before lifting her eyes up again. “But I cant lose him. I will die if I lose him. Jimin is my life. I cant imagine my world without him,”

“Tsk, this is why love is stupid,” the man laugh. “I am never one to believe in this feeling call love. I know for sure that emotions only give us problems. But those two idiots went ahead and fall in love anyway,”

“If you are not doing it for their happiness… or for love… why are you here? Helping us?” Hara starts to doubt the whole thing even more. She really doesnt want to hurt Jimin. She really sincerely loves him. She wants to get out of this deal with the minimum amount of hurt for Jimin.

“Oh Hara. Dont get me wrong. I am not doing this for your precious love for Jimin. Or for this gold digger over here,” he points to Chae Rin who just laughs.

“Hey, Jungkook is also very hot and amazing in bed,” she laughs.

“Whateter,” the man rolls his eyes. “I’m doing this because I care. I care about both Jimin and Jungkook. You are right, they are like brothers to me and that is exactly the reason why I’m doing this,”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N is breaking our brotherhood, the band and the bond we have apart. And I cant have that. Jimin was happy with you, and Im sure he will be happy again. And Jungkook.. well, he was fine without Y/N in his life before and he will be fine again. Afterall, Chae Rin over here can help him lick his wound,” he laughs. “So believe me Hara when I said I will help. Because I’m being honest here. Its not because of you or her, its for my own selfish reason. I want my brotherhood to be intact again,”

Hara kept quiet as she digest everything that the man just said. Everything makes more sense now. She cant believe it if he said hes helping because he wants her and Jimin to be together, but now that he admits his own selfish reason, Hara knows what he said is true. There is no reason to doubt him anymore.

“Okay. I’m in,”

“Thats good to hear,” he leans back in his chair.

“So… whats the plan? Do we already have one?”

“Well, I have one. And its a good one too,” he smirks. “And I need you two to pay Y/N a visit to deliver this little news to her,”

/////

“Jimin, if thats you, go away! I changed the locks and I told you to not come here anymore!” Y/N yells out as she makes her way to the door after the excessive knocking didnt stop for a full 15 minutes. Sighing and huffing, sure that its Jimin outside, Y/N swing open the door in exhaustion, ready to give him a piece of her mind. But to her surprise, standing in front of her are two very beautiful woman, woman she recognizes and unfortunately not from a happy occasion.

“H-Hara? A-and I’m sorry I dont know your name but you are Jungkook-ssi’s girlfriend right? We met that day at the lobby,” she gave a tiny smile and bows.

“Oh wow, so sweet and polite,” Chae Rin rolls her eyes and turn to Hara. “No wonder your fiancee is in love with her,” she smirks and pushed her way inside the house, pushing Y/N to the side along the way. Hara gave Y/N a tight smile and bows back and follows Chae Rin in. Yes, she hates Y/N for stealing Jimin from her, but theres just something in her eyes that feels wrong. Its as if Y/N is deeply hurt and in pain and is just exhausted.

Y/N follows the two who already make themselves comfortable in her small living room.

“Uh… do you want some tea? I-I can go and make some,”

“No. Its fine. Just sit,” Chae Rin points a finger to Y/N and the empty chair opposite of them, and Y/N follows nervously. What are these two doing here? Why cant anyone and anything to do with Jimin and Jungkook just leave her alone?

“I’m pretty sure you know why we are here?” Chae Rin starts off.

“N-no. Not really no. But I’m guessing its something to do with Jimin and Jungkook?”

“What a smart girl she is Hara!” Chae Rin laughs sarcastically and clapped her hands and Hara just glare at her. “Why are you glaring at me for? Shes the one who stole your fiancee!”

“Shut up!” Hara sneered.

“Anyway,” Chae Rin roll her eyes at Hara’s remark. “You are right. We are here because of Jimin and Jungkook. As you already know, this beautiful lady here is Hara, Jimin’s fiancee,” she enunciate the words fiancee, just in case Y/N didnt get it. “And I am Chae Rin, Jungkook’s girlfriend. Hopefully, soon to be fiancee and wife too,” she smiles.

Y/N swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth. Just a few weeks ago Jungkook was declaring his undying love for her and now he is going to marry this girl. Its true Jungkook hurts her, but Y/N cant deny that she still loves him. He loves him very much and Chae Rin’s remarks are hurting her so much.

“O-okay…”

“And we are here to tell you to leave our man alone,”

“Leave them alone?” Y/N’s brows furrowed. “But Hara, Chae Rin, I dont have anything going with them anymore. Nothing,” Y/N’s innocent wide eyes fuel the anger in Hara. How dare she denies it when she already heard the truth from Jimin’s own mouth!

“Oh yeah? Then why the hell did Jimin broke off our engagement after he came back from spending weeks in Busan?! And dont even lie to me. I know for a fact that hes here with you and he even told me himself the reason is because he is in love with you, you shameless bitch!” Hara growls.

“I-I,” Y/N was taken aback by Hara’s outburst. Jimin broke their engagement off? This is news to her. She didnt know. She really didnt. She also didnt want anything to do with Jimin anymore. “Hara I didnt know. And I swear I didnt ask him to break it off with you. In fact I ask him to go back to you. I dont want Jimin!”

“How about Jungkook then? You say you dont want Jimin. So you want Jungkook then?!” Chae Rin suddeny interfere before Hara can say anything.

“I- Jungkook and I-”

“So its true then. You do love Jungkook!” Y/N looks down, not being able to deny her feelings, which makes Chae Run boils in anger. She stood up and was about to walk towards Y/N to give her a tight slap across the face but Hara held her back.

“Control yourself Chae Rin! And remember what we are here for!” She pulls her hand back, making the angry woman sits down.

“Urghh fine! But this bitch has the nerve to tell me that she loves my Kookie. Mine!” She yells out, hands busy rummaging through her expensive handbag to take out an envelope. Chae Rin throws the envelope on the table.

“W-whats that?” Y/N, who is trembling in fear looks at them.

“That is the reason we are here. The only way to make sure you truly stay away from Jimin and Jungkook,” Chae Rin sneered.

“B-but I dont want Jimin nor Jungkook. Theres nothing between us. I swear. I swear!” Y/N trembles as she reached out for the envelope.

“It doesnt matter if you dont want anything to do with Jimin or Jungkook, Y/N. What matters is that the two of them wants you. And we are going to make sure there is nothing about you left for them to love anymore,” Chae Rin smirks. “Or even worse, we are going to make sure you stay so far away from them that they cant even reach you even if they want to,”

“W-why? Whats all this? I didnt do anything,” Y/N’s tears starts to flow out from her eyes as she reads the papers in the envelope. A law suit. A million dollars lawsuit.

“Its a law suit honey. For illegal distribution of information and blackmailing,” Chae Rin grins as Hara just kept quiet, guilt in her eyes. “Let me make it clear for you in case your simple country mind couldnt understand hmm?"she smiles sweetly. "This is a lawsuit that says you breached the contract you sign when you pretend to be Kookie’s girlfriend by providing information and pictures to the press that is not sanctioned by the company to make money. And this one,” she picks up another,“ is a lawsuit for blackmailing. You are apparently blackmailing the company to pay you a certain amount of money if they want you to stop providing the photos,”

“But I didnt do any of this!”

“Well, too bad. The PD receive information from someone that he trusts that you did,”

“Why? Why are you doing this to me?!”

“Well honey. You are free to get a lawyer if you say you didnt do it. And get a good one at that too hmm?” Chae Rin snickered.

“B-but I cant afford a lawyer. I dont even barely have enough money to even eat!”

“Well then I guess,enjoy prison!” Chae Rin laughs as she stands up, ready to leave, with Hara following behind. “Hey, at least you get free food in prison right?”

“No. Please dont. Dont do this!” Y/N chased after them to beg, getting hold of Hara’s hand.

“I’m sorry Y/N… but I cant lose Jimin. And I cant forgive you for stealing him from me,” Hara looks at Y/N softly with guilt in her eyes before walking away, but Y/N pull her hand again.

“Hara, listen to me! I didnt steal Jimin. If anything you are the one who steals him from me!” Y/N is desperate. She doesnt want Hara to find out this way. She can see how she truly loves Jimin but she has no choice.

“What do you mean?”

“Hara,” Y/N looks into her eyes. “Jimin is my husband. We have been married even before he debuted. Even before he met you,”

“W-what?”

/////

“What do you mean? There is no way Y/N would do that! No she would never!” Jungkook slammed his fist on the table,making the PD frowns at the maknae’s behavior.

“Jungkook…” he warns.

“I’m sorry PD-nim. But I have to agree with Kookie here. There is no way Y/N would sell information on us! Nor would he ever blackmail for money!” Jimin frowns. The two of them were called into the office one day, where the PD sits them down and tell them that the lawsuit has been filed and hopefully everything will be over. The news came as a shocked to the both of them. Lawsuit? Blackmailing? There is no way Y/N would do what he said she did. The two of them are sure of it. Also, they are in panic knowing Y/N is facing a lawsuit and is alone and helpless right now.

God damn it. She must be scared to death.

“I’m sorry guys but the evidence is there. All the information that the press received are information that only her and the seven of you would know. She also told them about you two being married Jimin,” he looks at Jimin with a glare. “Which is something we will have a talk on soon and Jimin, you better pray hard that the press will heed to our warning and not publish the story or all hell will break loose,”

“But its not possible,” Both Jimin and Jungkook said helplessly.

“Guys, I know you trust her. We did too. But you will be surprised to know what people will do for money hmm?” PD gave them a sympathetic look and stood up. “I need to go now. We will talk about this further,”

Jimin and Jungkook sits facing each other after the PD left. Yes, they are enemies, but they are facing a greater enemy right now. Trust. Did Y/N really did it?

“Its not possible Kookie. I have known her for so long. This is not Y/N!” Jimin huffed.

“I know hyung. I dont believe it too. Something is fishy. Real fishy,” Jungkook nodded.

“We need to get to the bottom of this. We need to help her Kookie. We cant leave her like that. This is our fault. We drag her into this,”

“I know and I regret ever bringing her here. I should habe just left her alone. What are we going to do hyung?” Jungkook looks at Jimin with fear and panics in his eyes.

“Are you two seriously thinking of ways to help Y/N after what she had done to you? Revealing information about you, blackmailing and putting our career and band in danger?” A voice leans against the door.

“Hyung! You already know about this?” Jungkook looks up.

“Then help us hyung. Y/N didnt so this. We know she didnt,” Jimin stood up,walking towards his hyung.

“How do you know for sure? She might really only be using you two for her own benefit!”

“No. I can swear on it!” Jimin shakes his head. “She didnt do it,”

“Hyung. You have to help us. Please!” Jungkook  begs.

“No! Im not going to let you two ruin your lives over her!” The two were surprised at their hyung’s answer.

“Hyung? What are you saying?” Jimin looks at him in the eye.

“Yeah hyung. What are you saying?” Jungkook marched forward, anger in his eyes. “Hyung, it doesnt matter if you help us or not, we will do anything and everything to get Y/N out of this mess. I love her and I wont let her suffer because of us!” Jungkook walks out but his hand gets pulled  back into the room.

“No. No motherfucking way! I didnt work this hard and do all this just so you two can ruin your life and crawl back to that bitch!”

“Hyung? Y-you did this?” Jimin’s eyes widened.

“You fucking did this?!” Jungkook screamed out. “Why would you?! We trusted you! You are our brother!”

“I’m sorry but one day you will know that this is for your own good. I dont care about Y/N, I only care about the two of you. And her being here is ruining everything. Cant you see? Her presence is only breaking you two, all of us, apart! We dont need her. You two were happy before her and we can be that again. We are Bangtan! We only need each other!”

Jungkook shakes his head and walks forward, gripping his hyung’s collar.

“I cant believe you of all people would do this! I was wrong about you, Namjoon-hyung,”

A/N: soooooo who had guessed it was Joonie raise your hands!

[1a-little-obsessed1-blog]

School with the MAGCON boys pt 1

hey im Zahra. im 15 born and brought up in London, England. my father travels alot for work which means i have to go with him, my mother isnt here with me anymore she died while giving birth to me but ive learnt to stop thinking bout her as much...im proud of my father, although i may have been an accident he doesn't treat me like one, he treats me amazingly he’s been there for me through thick and thin, hes taught me so much and when we’re traveling from country to country ive been enrolled in so many classes, including self defense classes to help myself become a stronger female as a whole. I have the grades of a high level collage students so im basically never behind on my studies. my father had me at age 17 with my mum who was 16 at the time, they had the most beautiful love story yet so real, my father a man of his word, a gentleman he charmed my mother and they had me. after i was born my father didnt know what to do so i lived with my grandparents most of my life seeing my father come home from school tired but he always smiled when he saw me.

more on school. I was moving to a highschool in Chicago,i was looking forward to it but i felt that i would be very left out, i was the dork. my hair was black, long, thick and wavy with a few red highlights, my eyes were dark and my lashes were long. i had a very petite body, tiny waist and small hips. i was a decent height only 5′7ft  one could cal me innocent and i agree its ture heck i haven't even had my first kiss yet!

the school i went to was more of a local school with the usual crownds from what i could tell. There were the Jocks, popular bitchy girls, the nerds, emo’s and the “freaks”. i walk in with my Dad i wore blue jeans, a white top, bomber jacket, white vans, a small hand bag and my huge geeky glasses. i didnt wear much make up just a bit of eyeliner and highlighter. We were given a tour of the school, it wasnt that big but i knew i was still gonna get lost.

i get to my first lesson late. as always. I knock on the door and enter. “oh, and who must you be sweetie?” said the teacher at the front. 

“hello, im Zahra im new here.” i say, my British accent standing out.

“ok hunny! go have a seat and ill be right with you im Miss Dina,”

I Nod and take a seat at the back. that was the only available seat. i adjust my glasses and get a pen, pencil and ruler out of my bag. i look around realizing there were a few familiar faces. That’s when it hit me, i realized there were a few viners here, Matthew Espinosa, Jack J and Shawn Mendes. i look to my left and  felt a tingly sensation in my stomach as i took a closer look at who sat right beside me. Nash Grier. OMFG i felt really shy but then i snapped out of my shock and returned to what the teacher was saying.”Now Class who can Name the three enzymes needed for digestion along with their uses?”

my hand shot right up in the air without me thinking. “Yes Zahra?”

“the first enzyme is Carbohydrase this breaks down starch and sugar, the second is  Protease this breaks down proteins and lastly is lipase this breaks downs Fats and Lipids.”

“Excellent!”

i felt everyone’s eyes piercing at me i could feel my face slowly becoming a tomato. i felt really panicky and queasy, my panic attacks were bad but i didnt need one now of all times, ive barley been in the classroom 20 mins. i started to lower my adrenaline levels and i slowly returned to my normal state. I was given an exercise book to write in but i didnt need it. my grades were amazing and i already knew all of this. but i still wrote as much as i could. it was about 5 mins until the lesson was over so i started packing my things up.i  reaching my bag and looked at my planner, it was a small planner but it was sentimental to me it had pictures of me and my classmates in France, Germany, Beijing and Poland. I missed them but i cant get attached to people too quickly. its not good for me at all. I flip through the pages to see if i had any empty time slots that’s when  i saw a particular name pop up (my dad writes stuff in here to keep me on track) says the Jhonson family are coming for a meeting. i mean it was cool but i was praying that it wasn’t the family of the person who i think it is. I her my pencil drop on the floor and i lean under the table to look for it. “uh.. here.” i look up and Nash was holding the pencil. i take it from him and put it in my bag. “Thanks...”

“So your british?”

“yeah. well i havn’t seen London in 6 years...” I reply.

“ what do you mean?” he asked me.

“I Travel alot, so i go to a few different schools in different countries, but im usually home schooled if my dad is free.”

the bell rings and our class was dismissed. I head out of the classroom and start walking through the hallway, i see a crowd of guys. i push through them minding my own business before i hear a few murmers. “Thats the new chick!” another voice said “Damn she looks finee” i hear another say “She’s probably a hoe” i feel anger build up inside me waiting to be released. but i just keep walking faster and faster. 

----Later----

It’s lunch time and im alone. So much for being socially awkward. I had a lunch packed in my bag, Salad and water along with a small can of pringles. i look for somewhere to sit but everywhere was taken... i felt like shit but then again Having no one to leave is better than having a ton of friends who ill have to say goodbye to. I feel a light tap on my shoulder i turn around and see a girl she looked a little older than me but definitely around 16 or 17. she had curly hair and freckles.”Hey! I haven’t seen you around are you new..?” she says with a bit of cheer in her voice. “Why yes im Zahra, and you are?” i ask her. “My name is Mahogany LOX im 16 you ca Call me LOX, your accent is adorable!!”she squeals. “Thanks...” i say. “come sit with me and Shawn.” 

I followed her to a table where she sat down next to Shawn. she introduced me to him and we all were like bestfriends.. the vibes they were giving out were so warm and positive. I talked to them about life and school and about who i am and what i like to do. i felt like i could talk to them for hours. We ended up swapping numbers at the end of lunch. my last lesson of the day was calculus which meant more stuff i already knew. 

----end of the day----

it seemed like Mahogany and Shawn got along with everyone but i seemed to be the awkward one. i was walking out to the parking lot of the school when im approached by Jack G. “Hello there...” 

“Uh.. hi?” i say

“So you wanna met up some time late and go to my place?” he says with an arrogant tone.

“Sorry im not Netflix and chill sessions and by the way i dont think im gonna let you into my pants that quickly.” I say.

he attempts to put his arms aroung my waist before my fighting instincts kick in and i grab his hand and twist it. he   shrieked in pain and moved aside.

“So i see your playing hard to get...” he says with a little bit of annoyance in his voice.

“No i just dont fall for fuckboys like you.” i walk to my bike and cycle home.

i get home and put my helmet on a little table by the front door. “PaPa are you home?!” i shout across the house.

“im in the kitchen hunny! go put something nice on we have guests coming over!” My dad says.

“Ok dad but promise me you wont bring up anything to do with my grades” i say.

“how can  i not when i have such an amazing daugher?” he asks.

“whatever dad im going upstairs see ya in 5 mins”

i run up to my room and look through my cupboard. i choose a pastel blue dress with a pair of black tights and i put my hair up in a pony tail leaving my fringe out.. i run downstairs and join my dadin the kitchen. i sit on a chair and watch him cook. “so how was your first day?” he asks.

“a bit awkward at first but actually pretty good. and i made two friends.” i say with a little grin on my face.

“Any boys?” he asks with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

“Dad if there were i would’ve told you, but as i said for the millionth time, guys aren’t into me im ugly.” my cheer went down and he turned around and hugged me.

“my beautiful girl is growing up thinking she’s ugly? im a terrible father!!!”

“No papa your an amazing dad!”

“My baby girl is growing up... i will always love you. you look just like your mother. you know that right?” i see his eyes glisten with tears.

“I know dad... i know. now dont cry otherwise im gonna get emotional!” i say trying to put a little bit of humor into the situation.

“Well i thnk ive passed on the wrong genes. have fun dealing with being an emotional wreck.” i see him smiling and i giggle.

the door bell rings and i run to answer the door and i see a woman with a smile on her face standing there holding the hand of who i presume was her husband, and right there i saw...Jack.

“Mr and Mrs Jhonson?” i plastered a fake smile and shook their hands. my dad came from no where and escorted them to the dining room. I walk tot the dining room and get my phone out before my dad starts speaking. “This is my daughter Zahra shes just been enrolled iin our local Highschool.”

“She’s in my biology class” Says Jack. 

i look up and look back down at my phone and start texting Mahogany.but no reply. i go up to my room and sit downon the windowsill as i watch the clouds slowly shift out of sight. i sit there for about 20 min until i hear knocking on the door.i walk over to the door and open it. “Hey..” jack said leaning on the door frame. 

“What do you want?” i say slightly annoyed.

“just wanna chill...” he says trying to act cool.

“Well i have better things to do and besides do you really wanna end up like your friend or worse?” i say slamming the door.

---- 2 hours later ----

Finally they’re gone and now i can return to my normal life. i get ready for bed and put on my “more revealing” night wear on. i fall asleep at 9:30 setting alarm for 6:30.