#'anyway that clock wants to fuck kang'

[sunderwight]

loki series is just like, yeah we're way too homophobic & transphobic to actually explore loki's canonical queerness in any way, but don't worry, we're also going to make all of the hetero ships in this deeply uncomfortable to witness. you're welcome

[carebeartherese]

My live reactions to Loki ep 4:

(Already 7 mins in and I’m angry with Kang)

-hell yea the clock lady wants you (what the fuck)

-mobius and Loki are very boyfriends rn

-shit the loom

-LOKI LOOKED AT MOBIUS’ HAND

-sorry

-I love this Victor timely fella tbh

-oh fuck dox

-B15 my love <333

-no don’t let dox live

-oooooo words

-Víctor is so autism

-ob and Casey <3333

-ob and victor meeting each others idles

-snake eating it’s own tail= Ouroboros

-FANGIRLING

-CASEY JEALOUS??

-mobius is so sweet

-NOT THE BIGASS SUIT THING AGAIN POOR MOBIUS

-lmfao petty ob

-hahahahah VOLUNTEER LOKI

-skin?

-mobius and Loki fighting like an old couple is my favorite

-Sylvie = third wheel

-Loki is in fact super fast

-ooop victor is think

-Casey and ob are so bf coded

-CASEY IS THE OTHER WOMAN NOW

-PIE DATE 2???

-sylvie pls let them be a couple

-dude this bitch

-CALLING OUT MOBIUS FR

-HE HASNT LOOKED CAUSE HE LOVES LOKI HE WANTS TO STAY WITH HIM

-MOBIUS AND SYLVIE FACING OFF WHILE LOKI STANDS IN THE BACKGROUND IS ACTUALLY PEAK CINEMA

-WHO WILL HE CHOOSE

-pie pls

-LOKI YOU CHOSE HER???

-oh brad

-shit

-please don’t start a prison riot

-don’t bring Galileo into this

-Stfu dox

-uhhhh this tension is strange

-B15 !!!!!!

-brad doing the same hand-resting thing with his collar

-PIE TIME

-wait sylvie gtfo

-ohhhh please let them fight about MOBIUS

-Loki monologue incoming

-lmfao Thor mocking

-also Loki character development???

-yea those people live because of his lover

-damn wise words ig

-I don’t like them as a couple please don’t let this happen again

-yea sylvie thats kinda the point of hope

-i don’t hate her she’s just annoying on occasion

-anyways

-ok but you are gods tho

-thx Loki also back tf up

-MOVE ON /SRS

-damn that pie room is the real star or the show

-fuck dox srsly

-NO NO RAVONNA STOP

-also crazy bitch Ms minutes honorable mention

-SHES WORKING ON HERSELF OK

-oh shit life on the timeline?? Fr???

-oh fuck no you crazy bitches

-WHAT ARE THEY DOING

-BRAD NO

-FUCK DONT SQUISH THEM

-NO PLEASE OMFG RAVONNA

-MS MINUTES WHY ARE YOU PSYCHOTIC

-Brad that was fuckin cold

-see even ravonna doesn’t actually give a fuck who you are brad

-Casey x OB x Timely???

-It’s hotchoc victor

-I love victor

-mobius is so supportive

-what’s happening with the tempads tho???

-oh sorry b15 it’s people goo now

-MS MINUTES STOP THIS AINT SUPPOSED TO BE HORROR

-Aw he made the guard hot coco

-OH FUCK

-BRAD WHAT THE HELL YOU CUNT

-IT WAS SO WHOLESOME UNTIL YOU SHOWED UP

-MOBIUS AND VIRUSES LMFAO

-shit Ms minutes

-stawp

-loki and mobius need more screen time together

-this feels much scarier than it should tbh

-ohhh….hey ravonna….sorry about all that

-oh shit ok

-mommy? Sorry, mommy? Sorry-

-brad please relax with your 70s hair

-TIMELY DONT BE A DICK PLS

-RUN LOKI RUN

-oh fuck this is it ig

-real Ms minutes sucks

-shits getting real

-loki is gonna get pruned by himself

-sylvie constantly plays elevator music in her soul

-this is where Loki gets pruned!!!! Probably by himself

-yup I was right prune yourself

-damn sylvie strong

-good job loki???

-sorry just had to kill past me rq

-WHOS calling???

-and th e call was coming from IsIdE tHe HoUsE

-oh dammit ob you scared me

-mobius is so worried about his boyfriend he’s willing to reboot the whole system

-LET THE LOKIS USE THEIR POWERS SRSLY

-BYE MS MINUTES

-Aw poor timely they aren’t mocking you

-OH SHIT

-you’ll never be him.

-that shit was menacing fr

-oh DONT send brad out on his own!!!

-he gonna die

-fuck that was kinda hot ngl

-anyways hi sylvie/brad

-FUCK YEA SCREW YOU RAVONNA

-lokius has had way too few scenes today

-loki <333

-oh thank god

-OH THERE IS NO GOD

-THE LOOM

-oh loki please be safe

-don’t send timely out pls

-no dont!!!

-TIMELY PLS DONT DIE

-OH SHIT BLACK HOLE SPAGHETTI

-NO TIMELY PLEASE

-GOD HOW FIX PLS

-NO BAD LOKI

-STAY PUT PLEASE

-DUDE

-THIS SHIT IS TERRIFYING

-B15 MY LOVE

-OH FUCK WHY IS IT DARK

-WHAT THE HELL WHAT JUST HAPPENED

-THAT IS AN UNFAIR CLIFFHANGER

-COME BACK

[my-mt-heart]

Hello, dear!

Ugh! That fucking app! So frustrating!

So, obviously our girl has already clocked Hornsby as a slimy politician. We know she has a talent for seeing past the front that people put up, but we also know that she's not omniscient. The way she looks at him, we already knows she smells a rat, but she hasn't caught on yet to how messy shit is.

My question: Do you think that, when she inevitably finds out whatever the overarching crazy that has yet to play out, do you think that she'll immediately go full bore firestarter, OR, do you think that finding out how awful shit is will give her pause? We see her looking to play the system by setting things up to make certain moves; get what she wants for her friends & family... Do you think there's going to be some internal conflict there? Do you think she's so tired of seeing her loved ones die & suffer that she'll be willing to "buy in" & sell her soul momentarily to give them a better life like we already see Daryl doing? Do you think Lance is going to try to get her to help uphold the Commonwealth idea that "life as we knew it, classism & all" is what we should be striving for?

We've often seen Carol & Daryl put in these morally questionable positions. Do you think that this is going to be another for the sake of the people they love?

Do you think I'm absolutely off base? 🙃 I think if this plays out the way I see this going, it'll be super interesting.

These are all super great questions and I can see it going a couple different ways. On one hand, yes our girl can see through bullshit better than anyone and I also don’t think she’s looking to belong anywhere right now anyway. All she wants to do is take care of her people and she’s using Lance to do that. But clearly it is not going to be a quick transaction. It’s one step after another, which could be a problem if somewhere in the process, Lance is becoming more of a threat outwardly. I imagine that Carol will start to feel conflicted staying in the game. Maybe other characters, maybe even Daryl has to tell her to be careful, but Carol knows she has to keep at it because she hasn’t acquired what her people need yet.

On the other hand, Angela Kang said something really interesting about Lance which is that he’s seeking recognition for all the work, sometimes dirty work, he does for the Commonwealth. Now I don’t think Carol is someone who necessarily ever wanted recognition for all the shit she’s done to keep her people safe over the years, but being in the Commonwealth, seeing the attention Pamela gets, seeing the adoration Connie gets from Daryl no less, is no doubt intensifying these feelings of being at the bottom. So it makes sense that when she’s put in the path of someone who went through the same thing, she might start to glorify him, looking at him like he’s something to aspire to, the same way Daryl did with Mercer. But if that turns out to be the case, it will be short-lived when Lance starts to reveal his darker nature. Again, not sure which way it’s going to go, but both are interesting to me.

[taekangs]

the bottom is a rock.

when: 2019, post building burning where: an unknown police station

cause your life go by and your life go fast, if you’re gonna wanna fly, you’re gonna have to crash.

it’s almost peaceful, in a way. hitting rock bottom.

the cell door bars are cool under taehyun’s sweating palms. he can feel his pulse thrumming against them, a constant bahdum going at a speed that’s probably too fast. he’s had a lot of liquor, a lot of nicotine, a lot of adrenaline and a lot of uppers coursing through his veins tonight and the near painful cold of the metal is soothing. his hands were (are) burning as were (are) his eyes and lungs and nose and brain and-

he smells the smoke laced in his clothes like it’s a new cologne, heady and deep. it’s in his hair, the scent and the ash, and when he runs his fingers through the strands, they come back slightly more grey than they were before. on the one hand, it reminds him of being young and going on summer vacations. the bright blaze searing it’s way into his mind. the crackling sound mixed with waves and laughter and stories from different generations. the smoke lingering on a marshmallow that’s a little too cooked. the warmth slowly leaking away after the fire has been properly put out and everyone heads to bed. it was the same way tonight, too. 

taehyun’s mind has gone blank. vaguely, in the distance, he can hear other people around him over the roaring in his ears. over the blood drumming a steady beat, rhythmic and grounding. his eyes find a spot on the tile floor beneath him, cheap and white and specked with either dirt or blood, and his eyes never leave the spot. he’s not blinking. his mind is racing and coming to a screeching halt and then starting the process over again but he’s still not blinking. 

his jaw hurts. why does his jaw hurt? he runs a hand over the joint and pushes down too hard, feeling pain singe through his teeth up to his temple before pulling his fingers away. he does the same on the other side. he blinks this time, though. it forces him to take his gaze from the floor and to fixate on something else. how about the clock this time? 

the clock is no good. the clock makes his skin crawl, feel too tight on his bones, too hot too hot too hot. the ticking picks up and he can hear it over the ringing in his ears, over his pulse that’s speeding up, over every single fucking sound that he can hear in the station. the clock is going too slow, taehyun knows it is, because there’s no way that he’s only been here for twenty-three minutes and nineteen (twenty, now) seconds. 

he needs water. he should probably drink some water but that would mean leaving the cool bars under his palms even if they are warm now anyway. he tries to open his mouth to speak but his throat feels raw, scratched and torn to shreds from too much intentional and non-intentional smoke that he breathed in. he minds wanders for a second to think about how much damage they actually did, how much money it would take to sweep this under the rug like parents have been doing for their children for ages. he thinks he probably has enough. it’s not like any one died. 

except now, in the present day, someone did die. it’s too dramatic but when has taehyun ever not had a flair for dramatics? the kang taehyun from before was long gone and had probably been dead for longer than they really knew. gone was the taehyun that thought his parents would always be proud of him, that he was a good kid who looked out for others and made sure things got done right. now all taehyun does is wonder if he really is good or if it’s just a front to try and become who he used to be. imposter syndrome and all that. now taehyun just wants to coast by, still feeling a little bit broken and a lot bit angry. 

but when you hit the bottom, there’s only two ways to go: you can pull yourself up or dig yourself even further down to a place where you don’t recognize yourself. fingers crossed he doesn’t get out a shovel. 

[alreadyblondenow]

PROMise

Mark Lee x reader // FLUFF, SMUTT, 

Part of PROM SERIES: MARK LEE

Themes: high school! au, prom! au, strangers to lovers, college senior Mark, high school senior reader 

Word count: 5k

Summary: While enjoying the heavenly minutes of the game Seven Minutes of Heaven, he offered to be your prom date and you accepted it. The problem is, do you remember doing that? Will he keep his promise and go to prom with you?

Warnings: Older Mark, A LOT of alcohol, mentions of other idols, angel believer reader, swearing, accidental virginity loss but with consent, mentions of assault but I promise he didn’t do anything wrong :(, drunk sex, really drunk sex, fingering, rough sex, protected sex, unprotected sex, mentions of handjob and blowjob

A/N: I notice I don’t focus more on prom with the other two stories before this. But now here it is hehe, a week before prom. I focused more the preparations during prom, posting posters, getting the tickets, the dress, and getting ditched. :)) I also made this fic for the people who went to prom alone and just enjoyed the night without dates.

1 WEEK BEFORE PROM NIGHT

Finding what to wear to your cousin Seulgi’s party is taking you so long because you really don’t feel like going. You would rather feel the pain from your recent breakup, stress over organizing prom, and be sad because you might not attend it anyways. But instead of being miserable, you force yourself to look decent and head out.  

With no glow in your eyes or fun within your system, you made your way to your cousin’s surprisingly quiet house... A party without noise? You almost thought that you had your dates mixed but as soon as you knocked on their door Seulgi came bolting to you for a hug with a beer on her hand. “Where is everybody? Am I early or something?” you asked her, following her to the living room.

“No silly you’re late, the others are almost half drunk. What took you so long?”

Turns out it was just a small get together, eight people invited including you. All of them are on the carpeted floor playing cards, laughing, drinking hard liquor. They all seem so close and not familiar because they’re all your cousin’s college friends. “Okay quick roll call for Seulgi’s cousin please starting with me, hi I’m Johnny”

“Taeil”

“Irene”

“Wendy”

“Jungwoo”

“Mark”

Jungwoo motions you to the girls and proceeds to continue the game that they're playing. It’s obvious that he’s already drunk and that the only sober left is you and the Mark guy whom you noticed have been checking you out. Subtly.  

No matter how fun the game is, how much Jungwoo made you laugh, how many alcoholic beverages you’ve been drinking, you can still feel the sadness and brokenness that you’re so desperate to forget. It’s been three days since Jaemin broke up with you, but you still feel suffocated and choked because of what happened. As you drink the three shots of tequila Seulgi handed you, you begged to the high angels to please please please make you numb because you can’t take it anymore.  

“Mind if I join in? I feel like Johnny is about to puke on me any second, I’m just saving myself” Mark made his way next to you, sitting on the corner near you, and poured himself three shots of tequila. Even though you’re not in the right mind tonight, you didn’t miss how handsome he looked with those denim jeans, white shirt, sleeves rolled twice that exposes his arms perfectly.

Did the angels answer your prayers already?

The way Mark talk is like a drug to you and he’s like a magnet that makes you want to cling to him. He’s way older than you and way matured but he’s fun. Telling you stories that described him best, introducing himself in the most fun way while he hands you tequila shots. The next thing you know the bottle is almost empty because you and Mark enjoyed each other’s company, busy with your own little world in the corner of the Kang’s living room.

“How about you what’s your story? You look so lifeless when you came in earlier” he hands you another shot and you happily take it before you tell him what bothers you.

“Three days ago my boyfriend- I mean ex, uh broke up with me. Prom is on Saturday and uh- I’m the one organizing it. Thought maybe I’ll save myself and just not go” you pour yourself another drink to distract yourself from the slight pang in your heart that you felt just by talking about it with someone for the first time.

“I'm happy that the universe saved you from a jerk such as your ex, I think you’re going to do a great job organizing the prom and because of you, everyone will have a magical night. Do me a favor and save some of that magic for yourself” Everything that came out of his mouth is right. The angels did answer your prayers, they sent Mark Lee.

Finally, the alcohol is kicking in and you’re getting even more drunk and numb to each shot that Mark gives you. “I think everyone here is drunk already except you, Mark Lee” you don’t know but you’re way too close to him already while you two are still drinking.  

“We can handle our alcohol, besides we still have nine bottles to finish. See Johnny over there, all he has to do is puke. That’s his restart button, then he’s sober again”

It amazed you how partying with older people is different from the parties you’re used to attending. This party is small, but it’s still wild as a whole ass house party.

“Next game! Seven minutes of Heaven, Mark hand me that damn bottle you selfishly finished with y/n” Johnny gathered everyone in a circle and you feel like the effect of the tequila is kicking in so hard.

You thought it’s the normal Seven Minutes of Heaven game but it’s not. The game is simple. Finish the ten shots of tequila with your designated partner if you really want to get in that room. That way, the others will know it’s not against your will and all is safe.

“Were all adults here, okay. Two rules, finish the shot before going in and nothing comes out in that room. Do whatever you want. Slap each other, fight, kiss… fuck. Whatever. But you need to finish ten shots of tequila first before you enter the room”

It’s all fun and games until they started to admit what they actually do inside the room. Johnny and Seulgi admitted that they kissed, Wendy and Taeil kissed, and now you’re starting to get nervous because the bottle picked you. You don’t know who will go to that room with you but you seriously hope the bottle will point at Mark because he’s the only person you’re comfortable with.

“Okay. Mark and y/n. You’re up” Johnny hands the shots that you and Mark finished easily. Everyone saw the obvious sexual tension between the two of you and they secretly hope you two will have a great time.

The moment the door closes, Mark closed the lights and pushed you to the wall kissing your lips hungrily in the dark with want and lust which you gladly returned. Desperate to feel something other than the hurt that Jaemin planted in your heart. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to you. Tongues danced with each other’s mouths, hands explore everywhere they want.

Everything happened so fast and only your moans and Mark’s grunts are the sounds that surround the room, no one is talking because the clock is ticking. He lifts your skirt, put a little spit on his fingers, and slips his hand inside your panties to draw circles on your clit that felt oh so good.

“I can go to prom to with you if you want me to,” he said, in between kisses while his fingers are making you feel good. Too drunk to even think straight, you said “Yes please” with sharp gasps and delicious moans as you cum on his fingers but he didn’t stop until you’re overstimulated.

Enjoying the heat after your high, legs too weak but Mark is quick to catch you. “Sit your ass down cutie,” he says as he helps you sit on the floor and reached for the switch to the lights, and kissed you on the cheek. He looked at his watch to check how much time you guys have, four minutes. You smiled so weakly to him, still drunk from the alcohol and his kisses but at least you have a date for prom already.

You two talked so sweetly as you tell him more details for the prom. Mark has this duality that one second he can be a gentleman but also he can be so wild and irresistible. “Promise me you’ll go okay? I’m too drunk right now, I might not remember it but I doubt because you’re so charming” he chuckled and grabbed your hand to kiss your knuckles.

“I promise”

The next day, you found yourself sleeping on the couch with someone’s arm around you and recognized Mark’s denim pants and your dress on the carpeted floor together with the mess from last night’s events. You try to remember what happened but you really can’t. The last memory you had is eating Cheetos and that’s it.

As quickly as you can, you rolled from the couch and let yourself fall on the carpeted floor and be released from Mark’s warm embrace which woke him up. “Good morning cutie,” he said with a husky voice and cute smile that made your heart beat faster but you shrugged it off, gathered your clothes, and ignored him.

How can the angels let you lose your virginity in a couch with a stranger you barely knew. Tears started to form in the corner of your eye as you wear your clothes and try to remember what the fuck happened last night.  

Mark watch you wear your clothes in a hurry, sitting on the couch wearing only his black boxers briefs. He turned silent and disappointed because you can’t remember what happened last night and made him feel bad. “Do you want a ride home?”

“I was a virgin” you finally blurted out, tears falling as you wear your jacket and ready yourself to leave.

“I didn’t know” is all he can say and he watched you leave without saying anything else. Mark was worried because you might feel like he assaulted you but the truth is everything was okay last night. He even asked you at least three times if it’s really okay with you to have sex with him.

While you do some of your prom duties, your mind floats to the only memory you had from the other night. Mark’s words. Do me a favor and save some of that magic for yourself. Other than that you remember him holding your hand tightly and that’s it.

Losing your virginity is scheduled with Jaemin after prom but that cannot happen now because you two have already broken up and you’re not a virgin anymore. As you continue your work for prom contacting people, securing the program, and making sure that it will be unforgettable. Then you remember Mark’s words again. Good thing Seulgi is calling your phone and finally some distraction from everything.

“What happened?” she exclaimed without even saying hi or hello.

You chuckled low and flopped to your bed while you’re holding your phone, “Hi Seulgi”

“Mark made me call you, they all left just now. What happened? Talk to me, you were fine when I left you and Mark making out last night at the couch”

Funny how you didn’t know that happened, you don’t even remember how the kiss felt. “Oh, we were making out? I didn’t know”

“Fuck…” she sighs and lets out a sharp exhale, “Okay, you don’t remember anything from last night. He was worried you maybe thought he assaulted you or something. I know Mark, okay? He’s not a bad guy, though…. a little old for you but, I saw with my own eyes you were smiling last night”

Seulgi spent almost half an hour telling you what happened last night which you all don’t remember. She was so worried about you but honestly, you’re fine, “Okay. I get it. I don’t remember shit and we had sex okay, whatever. But we did it on the fucking couch Seulgi!” your cousin let out a laugh that made you chuckle and soon you laugh loudly too.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. Honestly. As long as I don’t get pregnant or something” you’re both happy you made a joke and you sound like yourself again.

“Don’t worry, he told me you guys used a condom” what a relief you thought. Now you’re curious if the sex was great and clearly you can’t ask Seulgi that because she wouldn’t know.

What Seulgi said to you made your heart at ease, and indeed you don’t feel violated or anything it’s just bothering you that you can’t remember shit. At least he was honest about everything and he used Seulgi to check up on you. Until the end, Mark is still someone the angels sent for you.

MONDAY

After school on a Monday, you were so busy with prom and everything that you forgot that you go to the same school as your ex. You don’t know what sick game Jaemin is playing but he was looking at you deeply whenever you two cross paths.

“What’s up with your ex?” Lia asks you while you two put posters around school for prom this Saturday. “I heard he got a date for prom” she added, completely pissing you off but you don’t tell her.

“For all, I care Lia. For. All. I. Care” you said sternly and continue putting up posters.

“How about you? Who are you going with?”

Do me a favor and save some of that magic for yourself. You heard Mark’s voice again. “No one. You may not see me on prom night actually. Prom night screams ’Na Jaemin’ fucking asshole promised me a great night.” the truth finally came out, you do care about Jaemin’s prom date, your replacement. It makes you tear up whenever you remember how he broke your heart.

“What the fuck? But you made everything about prom happen! Without you, there’s literally no prom! You can go with us, your friends we will have a good time, we can make fun of his new date, who will I vote for Prom Queen now?” Lia frowned in front of you. She can be a bitch sometimes but she’s a great and loyal friend.

“I’ll let you know if I change my mind. But I’ll remove my name from the nominees for Prom Queen, I’m sure Jaemin will win as Prom King I can’t be near that jerk again. Like, ever”

WEDNESDAY

Every student is excited to get their tickets for prom night on Saturday and as part of this week’s preparation, the booth where the students can get their tickets is now open. It makes you happy to see your friends support you with this big event that you’re planning and it makes you, even more, happier to see them get their tickets with their dates on their side. Besides that, even though you’re not sure about your appearance for prom, random students kept on saying that they will vote for you as Prom Queen and they can’t wait to see your dress.

The dress. You haven’t picked it up yet from the tailor shop because you don’t want to see it. One glance of its perfection will clearly change your mind about not going to prom. And again, you blame Na Jaemin for ruining prom for you way before it commences.

You decided to get the dress after school and put it deep in your closet and never look at its perfection. But the dress has some kind of magnet and some voices are whispering behind your ear that pushes you to open it.

Fuck it.

With false bravery, you looked at your perfect prom dress and it did work its magic to you. You remember how Jaemin asked you to prom and it felt like he was asking you to marry him, it was a perfect night. You remember how you two practiced dancing when you’re finally crowned as Prom King and Queen. But you also remember how you caught him with some girl in his bed and it made you hate him again and zipped the fucking garment bag and put your prom dress deep in your closet.

FRIDAY

On the last day before prom night, you made sure you wore the perfect fake smile in front of everyone so no one would know what you’re actually dealing with. Entertaining every question they threw at you as if it’s not affecting you, may it be a question about Jaemin, your prom dress, your new date that doesn’t exist.

“People can be real assholes to you Y/n, I’m sorry that this is happening to you before prom” Lia comforts you before she goes to her nail appointment that you canceled going with her last minute because you don’t feel like pampering for something you’re not sure on doing.

“It’s okay. Enjoy the nail appointment, I have to do something last minute actually” that’s right, you overwork yourself so you won't get to think about prom tomorrow.

Before you leave for school, you made sure everything is perfect and in the right place for the big event tomorrow because who knows, maybe you really won't show up. Looking around the place for the last time, you smiled and patted yourself on the shoulder because you made a pretty great job of bringing this magical event to life.  

You went to the coffee shop near your house to do some thinking and soul searching before you go home and cry your heart out about prom. A bottle of Jack Daniel’s would be so perfect right now with the right company, but you figured getting shitfaced the night before prom is not the right thing to do so you pour your heart out on drinking as much hot chocolate as you can.

And on your third cup of hot chocolate, someone bravely sat in front of you and dared to ruin your grieving moment about prom. Wearing a black cap, a white oversized shirt, and black denim pants. You almost didn’t recognize him because of his round glasses that made him look so young.

The angels must be working pretty hard right now because they brought Mark Lee in your life again.

“Having a rough day?” he asks, looking in your eyes deeply.

“Yeah” you answered coldly.

“Ready for the prom tomorrow?” Mark knew all too well that you don’t remember the promise he made to you. But a promise is a promise.

“Can we talk about something else?” you’re aware of what you feel towards Mark. And it's obvious that you’re happy with his presence now just like that night at Seulgi’s where you two were finishing that bottle all by yourselves.

“How about we go somewhere else instead?” he boldly asks, you turned your head around seeing the sun go down already, looking at the time that you didn’t notice you’ve been in the cafe for almost four hours already. So you shook your head and told him you’re not sure.

“Trust me” he stood up from his seat and held out his hand for you to take. And just like that, he got you again. He brought you to the grocery store to buy every comfort food you like. From picking ready to eat watermelons in the fruits section, choosing chips, and buying the biggest ones and you’ve thought hard how did he know about your favorite ice cream flavor.

Trusting Mark has become something easy to do even though you still can’t remember how you two ended up having sex on the couch. As long as you feel safe around him while you eat a bag of chips while he drives, you’re good with him being beside you. And besides, Seulgi told you that he’s a good man.

After the grocery shopping with Mark that you think went great and fun at the same time, he then drove you somewhere quiet and peaceful, away from the high school drama that’s been suffocating you.

You watch him make a picnic set up on the grass under the deep blue sky with stars, using his jacket as the picnic blanket. He pats the space where you can sit comfortably beside him, putting all the food near the both of you. Just like that night at Seulgi’s, Mark made you forget everything that stresses you out because he made you laugh and smile with all his stories.

“Mark” you’re now looking at the sky, laying beside each other. He made you use his arm as a pillow so you won't get grass on your hair. Happy does not suffice the feeling that he gave you tonight because he made you feel more than happy.

“Hmm?”

“I remember asking my angels to please take away the pain that I’ve been feeling in my chest. And this may sound crazy but, I think they sent you”

“I know and I believe you because an angel told me” with all his bravery he put his other hand around your waist and pulled your closer to him. “I know because you told me” he nuzzles your hair, as he remembered how it smells exactly the same the night you two were having sex.

You returned his embrace and went closer to him, feeling that familiar warmth then suddenly you were having flashbacks from that fateful night. You remember he offered to take you to prom and he promised, “Oh now I get it!” you release yourself from his embrace and he has no idea why you’re suddenly feeling excited. “You’re here to tell me that you promised to go to prom with me”

He sat up too and face you, scratching head as he nods. “And,” he let out a sigh, “I’m also here to tell you that I have this job interview tomorrow and uh, I don’t want you to keep your hopes up. I think you should still go, let's have dinner I promise. Think of it as a private prom for you and me."

And once again, you feel like you’ve been rejected for prom. After making a magical prom happen for a lot of people, you surely can’t make yours happen. And you’re not even asking for too much, but it feels like the world is doing everything just to stop you from coming to prom.

Nonetheless, you thanked Mark for a wonderful night even though it ended bitterly. The last thing you want to do right now is going home disappointed even though a great guy took you out on a night picnic. He brought you home safe, a little late but it’s fine. “Hey, it’s okay. You made me happy tonight” you made sure to not make him feel bad just because he can’t fulfill his promise.

And to give him something to look forward to, you unbuckle your seatbelt and kissed him. Mark did the same thing and you feel him smile in between the sweet kisses that you’ll surely remember this time, “good luck on your interview okay?” you gave him another peck before you leave him “make me proud”

That night, you slept like a baby which you haven’t been doing for a while now. All thanks to Mark, you woke up on prom day happy and not sad. You don’t know how he convinced you to still go and hope that he could still make it, but he promised dinner. Think of it as a private prom for you and me. You remember his own words again you couldn’t wait for prom to be over. Is this what it feels like to date someone older? No drama like that shit Jaemin put you through.

Mark: Good morning angel, can’t wait to see you tonight. :)

As you get ready for prom, you made sure to let yourself feel that you’re winning today even though you’re not a candidate for being Prom Queen anymore. You bring that confidence back again and promised yourself that you will not flash a fake smile tonight and you will wear the smile Mark gave you.

You open the garment bag with a happy heart now, and you finally felt that excitement for prom again. It feels good to be wearing the perfect prom dress, not for someone who doesn’t appreciate you, but you wear it because it’s something you’ve been dreaming to do since you were just a freshman.

Mark: Hope you received the corsage I sent you. :)

You: Right on time, thank you. It's beautiful!!!

People will talk tonight because you went to prom without Jaemin on your side. Now that the word is out, and people finally knew about the truth, you couldn’t care less. As usual, you make sure that everything is perfect for tonight so your friends can have an unforgettable night.

Instead of sitting and waiting for prom to finally end, you danced and danced with your friends until you can’t feel your feet anymore. Singing to Taylor Swift songs with your other single friends while you watch the couples and the ones with dates dance and make it a special night.

And when the time finally came, Mark is waiting outside your school. Leaning on his car, wearing his suit and tie, he even bought himself a boutonniere to complete his prom attire.

“Sorry, I’m late cutie. Wow you look-“

“Like an angel?” you jumped to him and he twirls you effortlessly, making your dress flow perfectly.

“Yes like an angel, but I was going to say you look like you’re going to be fucked on the bed tonight” he whispered oh so sexily near your ear and kiss you on the cheek. He made sure Jaemin would see it.

During the car ride, you told him everything that happened during prom while his left hand is on the stirring wheel and his right hand is holding your hand. Reminding you that he’s here already and that he’s going to make this night memorable for you. He laughed at the story about the other kids putting alcohol on their drinks and you even told him that Lia was the one crowned Prom Queen instead of you and that she’s the one who suffered dancing with Jaemin in front of everyone.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to dance with me tonight. And you’re going to be my Prom Queen every day. You’re my Valentine's Queen, New Year’s Eve Queen, heck you’re my Thanksgiving Queen” you were laughing so hard while he showers your hand with kisses because he cant reach for your lips.

It was a simple dinner at a fancy hotel that you two enjoyed plenty because the food is good. It was pretty late already but the place was filled with adults who came to have dinner, business meetings, or gathering. “Can I have this dance?” he then offered his hand to take you once again in your own little world. Swaying to the live jazz playing in the background, slow dancing with him closely.

“Sucks that I’m too drunk to remember my first time” you tsked at him playfully smiling so sweetly to what you just said.

“Believe me the first time was awesome. You were so awesome that you made me cum at least three times” there he is again with that sexy voice you love hearing.

“I really did? Wow, I didn’t know I can do that” it surprised you truly.

“Yes, once using your hand, your mouth, and your pussy. You were completely in control that night that’s why I was so shocked the next day, I thought you were just as experienced as I am. So for tonight, please give me a chance?” he pouts so cutely in front of you and you nod your head yes, “But seriously though, I’m sorry you can’t remember what happened. At least it's still us tonight, right? Can you please not run away the next morning?”

“Yes. I promise” you sealed it with a kiss, still swaying with the music.

“Shall we?” he motions you towards the exit and went straight to the elevator.

Just like at Seulgi’s the moment the door closes, Mark’s lips crashed to yours but this time he’s careful and gentle. His lips made you remember what you guys did during the game of Seven Minutes in Heaven and it made you chuckle inside.

As you two lay naked and kissing on the bed, you feel Mark’s body on top of you, his perfectly sculpted abs press on your soft skin. He reached for one of your hands for you to grasp tightly while he prepares your cunt and plays with your slit before he fucks you. Now you remember why you had that memory of holding Mark’s hand tightly.

“Condoms or not?” he asks while kissing your neck deliciously making your hips roll on his hard cock.

“You’re the expert, what do you prefer?” you swing your arms around his neck, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks with your thumb. Admiring Mark’s handsomeness believing that this handsome man is yours.

“I prefer raw, but I figured this is actually your first time and maybe you’ll freak out after. Do you trust me enough to not use a condom?” it was a hard question and an important question.

“Condom is important, but I do trust you Mark” he smiled and nod his head, going back to kissing your neck while spreading your legs wider. You watch him line his cock to your entrance and you look into each other’s eyes while he thrust inside you slowly.

This isn’t your first time but it feels like it is, you feel so full and your breathing is getting faster as he rolls his hips deliciously, gliding his cock in and out of your pussy. You moan his name, “Mark” with an airy tone he oh so loved. Kissing your lips, catching every sound you make. Everything felt so slow and good as if the world just stopped the moment you two were having sex again.

“Want me to make you remember how intense our first time was?” his lips were on your cheek, spreading kissing on your face while he continues thrusting inside you.

“This is not how we fucked on that couch?” he shook his head ‘no’ and your eyes widened when his pace suddenly went faster than before.

“You were on top of me angel,” he said, “you were holding my hands tightly and keeping them away from touching you” he did the same thing, but the moment he put both of your hands above your head his lips went in between the valley of your boobs and he quickly licked and sucked your nipples. You can only whine. “Oh I’ve always wanted to do that to you, but you didn’t let me”

Flashbacks kept playing in your head of you fucking Mark so hard that night that you needed to cover his mouth while he was cumming. “Fuck, yeah I remember,” you said with heavy breaths, trying so hard to talk.

“You remember doing this to me, angel?”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

You grunt so hard and you feel your boobs bounce as he gave you three hard piercing thrust, imitating what you did to him when you were the one on top last time. It made you smile and moan his name again and again. You were both smiling and chuckling while he roughs you up but little did you know he’s now preparing to make you remember him.

He pulled away from the kisses on your neck but the thrusts never stopped. His thumb brushes on your swollen lips, traveling down to your neck, tracing the valley between your boobs and cupping your boobs with both his hand. He fucked you hard while looking directly in your eyes, watching you moan and roll your eyes to the back until you cum and close your legs.

He pulls out his cock and went back to kissing you softly, whispering soft apologies but your pull him to an embrace while you’re still shivering and sensitive.

“Okay cutie, come down from your high first. I got you” he soothes your back while he watches you calm down and smile so sweetly with that afterglow. “You look beautiful”

“Can I ride you on the next round?” Mark’s eyes widened when he heard that you want a second round, he didn’t expect that at all but he was happy you’re having a great time with him.

The last memory you have of your prom night is Mark smiling weakly beneath you while you ride him good and this time, you remember every detail the moment you wake up in bed with Mark. Arms wrapped around each other, bodies covered with white hotel sheets, shivering because of the cold temperature.

“Good morning cutie” he whispered beside you and kissed your shoulder “You didn’t run away, I’m happy.”

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Story Time 

I was suppose to attend my senior prom last minute just because i dont have a date, but my friends made sure I had a great time. 

And also, y’all prom is not only about dates, its a great night dress up with your friends and dance crazy with them while wearing a 300 dollar dress

[wiyodreamz]

𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂 [05]

⌜Nari is a college student at Seokhye University. One day she got off on the wrong foot with Seonghwa, throws her coffee on him and curses him out. Later that day she learns about the internship she signed with Hwa Corp. That same day, she learns that the same guy she threw her coffee at, is the CEO of that company! How will things go for Nari if she has a target on her back from that encounter? ⌟ Office AU

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

Contains: fluff, angst, smut, alcohol drinking, cursing, and more as the story goes on.

Tag list: @seonghwaskitten @reeateez

Warnings: slight cursing, dani making me want to punch her through the screen, seonghwa and yunho being total sweethearts

A/N: the next chapter will be the last chapter of this series

Nari stirred in Seonghwa’s bed as the sunlight from his windows started to peer in from his bedroom. She turned her body to face him, still asleep. She smiled slightly and then looked at his clock on hid bed side table and that smile soon faded.

The time read ‘12:15 P.M.’ She jumped up and ran her hands through her hair.

“Fuck.....” she trailed off silently as Seonghwa stirred in his sleep and then opened his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as his voice was still full of sleep.

“We overslept Hwa! I was supposed to be out 6 hours ago, before anyone sees me” she said and he rose up instantly.

Nari gathered her clothes as she put them on in a rush. Seonghwa then came out of his closet with a black hoodie and a black bucket hat.

“Put these on, they’re going to be a bit big on you, but no one should really notice you” he said as he handed them to her.

She put on the clothing items he gave her and walked out his room. Once they were outside the gates of his house, a figure popped out from the corner.

“Mr.Park!” Dani said as she appeared. “I came to talk to you at your company, but your assistant said you weren’t here. So I figured out where you lived and drove here” she said and then noticing Nari’s figure in the black clothing. “Oh, and who’s this?”

Seonghwa got in front of Nari and glared down at Dani, crossing his arms “That’s my sister and she doesn’t want anyone seeing her without her makeup on.”

Dani didn’t buy it and rolled her eyes. She pushed Seonghwa out the way off guard and snatched the bucket hat off of her head, revealing Nari.

“Oh look who it is” she said in a mocking tone. “It’s Moon Nari. Now I know how you got the internship, and the others will too.”

“Dani, it’s really isn’t like that! We truly do have feelings for each other!” Nari pleaded as Dani shook her head.

“I told you Nari, you’re going to regret it and I mean it” Dani said and then dropped the hat on the ground, walking away towards her car.

Seonghwa then went to hold Nari’s trembling body, as tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay! She’s just bluffing, Dani doesn’t really do as she threatens, trust me.”

Nari trusted him, but she will soon regret listening to his words, despite him trying to cheer her up.

The paid internships don’t really start, until a week after graduations. So Seonghwa just wants the others to focus on exams and graduation.

Nari walked down towards the courtyard of the school. It’s been months since she’s actually been in class than having the lecture recorded and emailed to her. As she was walking in, people were pointing and whispering things at her.

She was confused on why people were whispering about her. She walked inside the school and Yunho immediately spotted her and grabbed her arms.

“You really need to see this” he said as dragged her over towards the crowd.

“Looks like our guest has officially arrived” Dani said as the other students turned towards her, some angry with her. “So how does it feel to steal a spot for someone who was more fit for the job?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” Nari said nervously, as her hands started to sweat.

“I mean you did spread your legs to get that spot right?” She asked accusingly as she started walking towards Nari slowly. “No wonder Mr.Park liked you. You guys probably planned to make it look like you hated each other in the first place, right?”

“What you’re saying is all wrong! I told you we really do have feelings for each other! I didn’t use him!” Nari said as tears were welling up in her eyes. “You just like to spread rumors on anything you see.”

“Because you Moon Nari, I lost a perfectly good opportunity, you bitch” Kim Ara, a girl who was going up for the internship interjected with a glare. “We can’t have nothing nice because of girls like you!”

Before tears were about to fall on her face, she tried to leave the crowd, but people stopped her from doing so.

“Oh look she’s going to go cry since we figured out what she was doing.”

“She’s just a fucking crybaby!”

“She’s really going to ruin the name of this school.”

“Let’s see if the principal lets her graduate once he figures out what she’s done.”

Nari finally gained enough power to push the people away, with tears falling down her face. She ran away and noticed Sunji far away from the crowd, watching what happened.

“Nari! Wait up!” Yunho called out as he ran after his friend.

After a few minutes of running, he finally caught up to her and turned her around.

“What do you want Yunho?” She asked as she wiped her eyes from the tears.

“Nari-ah, are you really dating him?” He asked.

“What if I am? Are you going to shame me like those others, because of the lies Dani is spreading?” She asked as she sobbed. “If you are. Leave me alone!”

Yunho pulled her into a hug. He felt Nari relaxed in his hug. “Nari you know me. I’ll never shame you in anything. You are my best friend and I’ll be damned if anything happens to you. You really love him and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Nari just sobbed into his chest. “I just want to go home. Please take me home.”

Yunho just nodded and led Nari towards his car. He drove in front of her apartment and she immediately rushed out the car and went inside the apartment and was planning on not coming out for days

Seonghwa was worried about Nari. He’s been trying to call her, but it kept going to voicemail. He assumed she was too busy studying for her exams, but she would check her phone for any missed calls or texts. He didn’t want to barge over there, so he called Yunho.

“Yunho. I’m worried about Nari. She hasn’t been returning my texts or calls. Is she busy studying for exams?” He asked into the phone as he was signing some papers.

“About that. Dani wasn’t bluffing and told the whole school some lies about Nari saying that she seduced you into giving her the paid internship. And if Nari shows her face here at school, she will be ridiculed to the point where it will get physical. Luckily it didn’t get physical a few days ago” Yunho explained.

Seonghwa’s grip on his pen tightened. The look on his face could kill anyone. Seonghwa also blamed himself on telling Nari not to worry.

“Where is she now?”

“She’s been stuck in her apartment. She hasn’t come out for anything, but I do sneak over there and place meals on her doorsteps if she hasn’t eaten” Yunho said. “But it’s going to be over for her once the principal overhears about it.”

“I’ll go over there once I finish my job here. You should probably go study or go to class if you have one” Seonghwa said and then hung up.

Seonghwa was going help Nari anyway she can and clear up her name, even if that means getting his hands dirty.

“Yah! Kang Sunji! Come back here!” Yunho said angrily chasing after the girl.

“W-what do you want Yunho?” Sunji asked frightened by his tone.

“Why don’t you say anything about Dani? I know you have stuff against her that can clear Nari’s name!” He asked angrily. “You can actually help her.”

“I’m just scared. Dani has some stuff against my family which can hurt my future. It’s already bad since she uses me for information” she said as she tightened the grip on her bag.

“You really going to cower in fear, while Nari might not even have a future?! The word already got out to the principal and the board and they’re thinking of not letting her graduate and expelling her for ruining the schools ‘name’. She might not even have a future if you don’t speak up” he said angrily. “But oh I forgot. You have to protect your future while another ones get ruined.”

Yunho stormed off and left a stunned Sunji. She never thought about it like that. If she kept the truth in, it would greatly affect Nari. But if she does, she can help Nari.

“What should I do?!” She said to herself as she bit her fingernails nervously.

Seonghwa made it towards Nari’s apartment. He knocked on the door, hoping she would answer. Five minutes passed and she hasn’t answered the door. He took the liberty to push in her code and went inside her apartment.

He walked inside and saw the meals Yunho brought to her, uneaten. It looks like she hasn’t left for days, since her curtains were closed. He opened her curtains slightly and made his way into her room.

Seonghwa walked in and saw Nari wrapped in her blankets, while staring at the blank wall. She turned over and saw Seonghwa in her door way.

“What are you doing here? Haven’t you ruined my life enough?” She asked in a hateful tone which hurt him.

He sat on the other side of the bed. “I came here to check on you. Yunho has been worried for you, I have been worried for you. I’ve been wondering if you ate, drunk water, or went outside.”

“Well I’ve done none of those things. Now thanks to those lies, my future might be in jeopardy. I regret letting you kiss me at that party! I regret falling in love with-“

She was cut off with a kiss by him. She responded to the kiss instantly. He felt tears coming from her, wetting his face. He leaned away from her and saw her puffy eyes that shown she’s been crying a lot.

“I don’t regret falling in love with you” he said with a smile as he wiped away her tears. “What have those people been saying to you?”

Nari got up from her spot and went to her laptop and handed it to him. He scrolled through multiple emails from people bullying her and even as far as death threats. He took a USB from his pocket and put it in her computer.

“What are you doing?” She asked curiously.

“Just something your other graduates are going to regret” he said and then finished with the USB, taking it out of the computer.

Just then, he received a text and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

From Unknown [2:15 P.M]: Hello Mr.Park Seonghwa, I’m Principal Han from Seokhye University. Can you please come to my office at 8 AM sharp? I would like to talk to you about a relationship between you and a student enrolled here? Thank you.

“Who is it?” She asked.

“It’s your principal, but don’t worry I got everything covered” he said with a smile. “Now let me make you something. You must be starving.”

It was the next day and Seonghwa walked into the school. People instantly recognized him and started whispering, but he didn’t mind. He was going to get justice for Nari.

He walked inside the office and the principal noticed him.

“Hello Mr.Park. Please have a seat” Mr.Han said as Seonghwa took a seat. “I would like to discuss the relationship between student Moon Nari and you.”

“What is there to discuss?” Seonghwa asked as he crossed his arms and Mr.Han looked offended by that question.

“W-what’s wrong?! What she did was basically cheating. That internship should’ve went to a student who actually deserved it and not some girl who sleeps around to get ahead” Mr.Han said angrily. “I was being nice and inviting you here to break up with her, before I go through the process of expelling her. Besides your age gap is too big!”

It was Seonghwa’s turn to get angry. “I hope you know those students are sending her mean comments and death threats to her email! She did not sleep around to get the internship, she worked hard to get it than the person who’s spreading these rumors! And now you’re expelling her without looking into the rumors? You’re basically going off of lies! Besides our age gap isn’t that huge, she’s 24 and I’m 28!”

“And who is responsible for these rumors that you say aren’t true?” Mr.Han asked.

“Jung Dani” he said and then gave Mr.Han the USB. “You probably want to look at this since your students are, ‘oh so innocent’!” Seonghwa said.

Mr.Han plugged in the USB and his eyes immediately widened at the comments. He didn’t think it got that bad, he just thought it was just some small bullying and whispering. Not actually sending death threats and threatening of coming to her house or other things.

“B-but these could be-“ Seonghwa cut him off.

“If you let them graduate hook free, I will expose these to the media and they won’t have to worry about their future, because it’ll already be ruined by me, especially Jung Dani. I will also expose you as well and you won’t have a big freshmen class in the fall” Seonghwa said in a threatening tone. “And you can repay Nari by letting her graduate and not letting her take her exams, her knowledge can back her up. I’ll be leaving now since you’ve wasted my time.”

Seonghwa left out the office with a big smile on his face, he knew threatening Mr.Han with bad exposure will get Nari the justice she deserves.

Dani was now crowded by a group of people, hoping to her more lies about Nari.

“Dani-ah? Did she really do that to you?” A classmate asked.

“Yeah, but I heard she’s getting expelled so karma is hitting right back at her” Dani said in a smug tone. They heard the sounds of shoes angrily heading towards them. Dani looked and saw Sunji and Yunho.

“Oh looks it’s Sunji! Tell them more things about Nari’s real attitude” she said.

“No” Sunji stated.

Dani was shocked, she stood up and tried to intimidate Sunji. “Did you just say no to me?! You know what I can do right?”

“Cut the bullshit Dani! You’re not innocent, Nari is innocent. The first day we tried for internships, you tried to ruin her reputation! But those people didn’t pay no mind because they hate people just like you! You said Nari slept with Mr.Park just so she could get it, don’t act like you also didn’t plan to do that also. You were going to do way worse and you’re mad that he fell in love with Nari. Just admit it Dani. You’re jealous of Nari and all of her success, aren’t you?” Sunji said in a smug tone.

Whispers started to form around Dani. She was seething in anger, she didn’t plan for that to happen today, before she could get a hit on Sunji, people crowded her.

“So, you were spreading lies? Wow I can’t believe I believed you. I should’ve known you can manipulate people into believing anything” another classmate said in a disappointed tone. “I wish I could take back those emails I sent to Nari.”

Classmates now started to curse at Dani. Yunho grabbed Sunji’s hands and led her away from the classmates who are now angry at Dani.

“You did great, Nari is going to be really grateful of you” he said with a smile. “Now let’s go before any chaos happens.”

A few days later, after all the chaos. Dani couldn’t graduate and got expelled the next day after everything was exposed. All the other classmates, except Sunji and Yunho, had received punishments. Nari was able to go to school without any obstacles, and people soon started apologizing to her.

Graduation was only a few days away and things were going crazy. But Nari was happy that her life is going back to normal like it should’ve been.

“Are you ready to graduate?” Seonghwa asked.

“Hmm I’m not sure. I’m not really that ready to step out in the real world” she said as she twirled her pencil around her fingers.

“Don’t worry, you can move in with me after graduation” he said.

“Are you sure?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yep” he said and then pulled something out of his pockets. “Here”

He slid the extra pair of keys across the table. It was the key to his house. She took the keys gratefully and smiled at him. “Thank you for helping me through this mess.”

“You’re welcome” he said with a smile. “Let’s go get you home, you have to prepare for graduation.”

[shimmershae]

Season 11, Episode 13--Warlords

I didn’t set an alarm or sit up late for this one, lovelies, even with the welcome addition of my beloved, largely sidelined so far this season Lydia and I hate that because I really do adore her.  But I’m still not understanding why they had her throw her hat in with Maggie when Daryl, Carol, and Negan (and recently Aaron) are the characters she actually has some kind of bond with.  Like Lydia and Maggie don’t make sense to me.  The location—Hilltop being where she met Henry—I can kind of see.  But staying behind with Maggie of all people when Lydia has grown to care about Negan?  Just what are you trying to accomplish here, Angela.  Help me make sense of it.  

So yeah.  No Carol.  No Daryl.  More Maggie when we’ve already had an overabundance of her (IMHO) and there’s characters thrown together seemingly for the heck of it.  All of it has me less excited for an episode featuring one of my favorites than I really want to be and I hate feeling meh about anything Lydia because we’ve only gotten crumbs so far this season.  So yeah.  My expectations for enjoying this episode are pretty low.  Here’s hoping they can be exceeded.  

Anyway. Enough of my blithering.  On to the episode in 3-2-1.  

Five seconds in and I’m hoping AMC/TWD pay their snake wrangler a pretty penny because those hot mess express weeds look snaky as hell.  Sorry.  It’s the Southerner in me.  

 Elijah crushing on my baby girl.  Where TF did that come from?  Not that Lydia doesn’t deserve a community full of admirers but still.  Guess it’s like all of Kang’s “romances.”  It happened offscreen.  

 Speaking of that, how happy am I that this current regime wasn’t in charge during Caryl’s infancy because we would have seen them share a look once if at all and next thing you know, before they even truly started, they would have been over and divorced.  It’s almost like Kang can’t write characters meant to be together TOGETHER and I don’t just mean as a ship.  I mean the sweet, everyday (could be couple but are really) just human moments that make all the conflict she throws at these characters actually feel like part of their journeys and not just delay tactics.  

 Okay.  But random on his way to dead guy on horseback was kind of lowkey attractive, lol.  Shallow point, I know.  

 When you watch the opening credits and realize some random redshirt villains du jour and also starring characters have had more screen time this season than the show’s leading lady.  It’s a special kind of disgust you feel.  

 But hey.  At least Lydia’s already clocked almost as much screen time as she’s accumulated all season in the episode’s opening scene. I overexaggerate but gd.  This is a problem.  

 Sweet, sweet hug between Maggie and Hershel.  Poor kid, though.  Sounds like this happens to him a lot.  

 “Getting by is what I’ve been forced to do my whole life.  I was told that it makes you stronger and wiser but it doesn’t.  It hurts.”  Excuse me while I bawl my eyes out mourning Lydia’s lost childhood and innocence.  

 “Asked everyone what they wanted.  Instead of deciding for them.”  I mean, we know Maggie is right not to trust the CW but what Lydia’s proposing or intimating isn’t unfair because Maggie has been going about this in a Maggie Knows Best kinda way that echoes Rick.  

 Cassady McClincy? Where your awards at, girl?  

 “I just want things to be the same every day.”  My poor baby. She needs a hug but they’ve separated her from her Dirt Father, her Not the Mama, and her Asshole Uncle.  

 It’s bad enough having to cosplay Stormtroopers in real, breathing life but in death too? Poor bastards.  

 Aaron running down the highway gives me early ASZ era Rick vibes.  Whatever has my good man gotten himself into and wherefore art thou, Gracie?  

 ONE WEEK AGO—fucking great.  It’s the return of the time cards.  No wonder the show has been something of a hot mess this season.  All the time hops, skips, and jumps forwards and backwards probably have the damn storyboards looking like rope/string art.  

 “God has already prepared the way.  He’s just preparing you.”  M’kay. Father G, was that your work or?

 “…decadence and wild living.”  Okay, Father Savage.  I see you.

 I’m with Aaron, though.  I was expecting more fire and brimstone too.  

 So.  I’m confused.  Is Aaron seeking temporary reprieve at the CW while ASZ is being rebuilt or is he “visiting” Father G?  

 Nevermind. New Immigration Initiative.  Okay then, lol.  

 “They didn’t seem too keen on immigrants when we came in.”  See now.  That’s the kind of stuff we should have seen in 11A instead of all the Reaper nonsense.

 Western border of Virginia—40 people.  

 Question? How are they traveling so easily back and forth between states, lol, because they are falling into the soap opera trap of teleportation more and more lately?

 There’s the kid from the horse. Looks better bloody and I don’t know what that says about me, lol.  

 Aaron having a boss named Carlson.  I thought they said Carlton for a hot minute and pictured him doing the little dance, LMAO.

 Okay.  Carlson is weird AF and Father G is side-eyeing TF outta him with his good eye.  Aaron cringing hardcore has me giggling.  Only that poor clueless kid is like okay this is cool.

 “Yeah.  I’m not doing this.  Places like that usually have some old man with a shotgun just looking for an excuse to kill some dumbass who stepped on his front lawn.”  Father Savage got me about peeing myself, lol.  “Practically screams DO NOT DISTURB.”  

 “No. Because your plan is shit and I don’t want to die.”  LOL.

 Father G means business taking his collar off.  Carlson better watch himself.  

 The way Aaron has cycled back into his original job as recruiter makes me cry a little bit because he was so bright eyed and optimistic about people’s inherent goodness then.  Remember the applesauce?  And our two hot AF soulmates casing him after he was cold clocked?  Season 5 really was the good old days.  

 Oh wow. Look at this chick.

 What’s with all these so-called religious nuts this season?  

 Restaurants, two movie theaters?  WTF? LOL.  The CW people just really don’t know, do they?  

 Imagine Daryl’s semi-feral Dirt Daughter trying to acclimate.  She’d never but Angela really robbed us of the hilarity and poignancy of her trying.  Like she could be showing us the Grimes babies experiencing these things if not Lydia to make the hard stuff hit harder but nah.  She’s throwing more new groups at us every three episodes instead.  

 “Wanted you to see who I was before learning what I was.”  Father G really getting the best lines this episode.  

 This dude saying there has to be hookers, gambling, drugs.  Like yeah.  You know the CW be trying to hide this shit but it exists.  

 Aaron and his bag. He gonna have pictures of CW in there like he did ASZ?  That didn’t work out so well the first time.  

 He’s got a fucking IPhone.  WTF? Maybe that’s where Rick got his? The CRM has to be connected to the CM but how?  

 “An audition! Well, let me get my tap dancing shoes.” Once again, I am wondering why Angela would deprive us of the Oscar-worthy performance that had to be Carol’s audition.  LOL. Guess I’m gonna die mad about it.

 Raiders, murderers, rapists, and a few cannibals—hmm.

 I mean. This dude kind of has a point.  He’s just going to bat for his people.  

 I don’t think I was supposed to laugh so hard at this line:  “Because I got plenty of room on the shelf.  Right next to Billy.”  

 “Wolves. Dressed as sheep.  Speaking lies.”  Again. Can you really fault the distrust?

 “Exactly! What do you have that we would want? This place is a shithole.  Why would we want it?”  LMAO.  Father Savage this episode’s MVP.  

 “Meat.  You want the meat.”  LOLOL.  Especially at Aaron’s incredulous response.  “Cannibals that come in with prepackaged MREs?”  I’m howling.  

 “What a day.” Same, dude.  Same.  

 Carlson!  You asshole!  

 ONE WEEK AND ONE HOUR AGO—Okay.  What’s so important about that one hour?  

 Lance and Carlson in cahoots.  

 “That other thing.”  What is that other thing, hmm?  So Aaron and Gabe are part of Lance’s “surgical solution”?

 Carlson’s former CIA/assassin?  Didn’t see that coming.  

 “You tired of living, Lance?”  What was that weirdness on my screen?  Eww, lol.

 Guns and cargo for what?

 You can’t turn your back on Father Savage, Toby.  

 TWELVE HOURS AGO—DURING THE ATTACK—So Aaron didn’t give the kid the map.  That leaves who?  

 Negan!  I’m actually happy to see you, Man.  

 Okay, though. Negan sending that kid off to get Maggie’s help feels an awful lot like a setup for future shenanigans, i.e. spinoff. Hahaha.  

 Seriously, though. Are the tides really turning that fast on Negan’s feelings about Maggie?  

 NOW—75% of this season has occurred via flashback or time jump so NOW is actually quite refreshing.  

 I like this nameless lady.  I just wish the other characters we love and know weren’t absent so that we could watch her story unfold when it’s the last season.  It’s like introducing OC’s in the last chapter of a fucking tome when all I want to read about is the main characters getting the soft epilogue they’ve more than earned.  

 I can’t believe they have Maggie, Aaron, and Elijah coming to Negan’s rescue.  I understand it’s really Father G they’re trying to help but still, lol.  At least Lydia will be glad to see Negan.  

 Wait.  That was the end of the episode?  Pleasantly surprised by how engrossed I was.  When the preview started playing I was like what?

 Speaking of the preview, it actually looks GOOD.  My faves are returning.  

 Angela’s explanation points—here we go.  

 They’re using the generational divide excuse for Lydia and Maggie’s difference in opinion. I mean, I can see it but also, there’s some stubborn pride in Maggie not using all the tools available to her to keep her community afloat.  

 Maggie kept Hilltop’s door open after Michonne walled off ASZ?  I thought that was Tara because Maggie was already off and about with Georgie but I guess we’ve just forgotten all about her.

 Overall impressions?  

 The episode was much better than I expected.  I’m not saying it was peak TWD.  I think, regretfully, those days are behind us.  But it was toward the top half of the Season 11 heap in that it kept my interest and it felt like it was actually building toward SOMETHING.  

 Lydia has my heart.  I love her and want nothing but the best for her.  Stop making her hurt, Angela, because in hurting her (and Carol)?  You’re hurting me.  

 Gabriel and Aaron always surprise me with how much I enjoy them in episodes together.  

 I’m looking forward to the next episode.  Here’s hoping it surprises me in a good way, too.  

[softjeon]

In love with your dark side | Pt. 1

• Pairing: Beauty!Taehyung x Beast!Yoongi • Genre: Fluff, bit of Angst | Rating: Teen and Up | Beautyandthebeast!AU / Fairytale!AU • Words: 5k | AO3 | Gifset Trailer • Disclaimer: anxiety, mentioning of a curse

written with @cassiavioletblue​

↳ Yoongi had tried not to think about what would happen if someone saw him but his mind had wandered through all of their possible reactions anyway: screaming, laughing, shock… he’s had so many horrible encounters in his mind and yet the boy in front of him didn’t react like in any of his thoughts.

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Min Companies was designed to impress, he had learned that at his first day. The golden letters above the entrance were only enhancing the feeling and when he had stepped in, the statue of a young boy and his father was making Taehyung stop and stare at the strange fountain. He hadn’t known how much time had passed when a young woman called out his name and he startled.

“Mr. Kang is already awaiting you for your interview, though it won’t be hard. It’s just a position for the mail department, so please don’t worry.” She looked him up and down and Taehyung had thanked her, although he wasn’t so sure what for. 

Like the building itself, the interior of the big office was designed to impress, even awe those who might have reason to be here. Taehyung had hurried behind the secretary, eyes gazing around as he tried to take it all in: mahogany desks, matching conference tables resting in front of a glass exterior wall, looking out on an equally stunning view.

Nowadays, Taehyung didn’t really notice it anymore.

It had become natural to stroll past the desks, handing out the right mail to everyone. Sometimes he wondered why their CEO still kept it manually and handed out by a person, when there were for sure computer programs or something else to handle it faster. But then again, he didn’t question his job further. He needed it and he needed the money. As a photographer, Taehyung didn’t make enough money, so this was good enough for him. He was working in the mornings for the little extra money, rushing back to his little shop in the afternoons.

The office was in full swing when Taehyung had stepped in this morning and his smile grew wider when he saw the many familiar faces. “Good Morning,” Taehyung greeted the first few people that were sipping on their coffees, tired eyes looking at him. Taehyung simply went after his routine like every day, handing out mail, chatting to a few employers until Mr. Kang, the deputy of the CEO, raised an eyebrow at him and he hurried along until he made it to the end of the long office.

Taehyung didn’t look up as he pushed the cart, simultaneously looking through the boxes to see if he had missed something but there was no mail left when he came to a halt. His eyes flickered up at the glass wall, but there was no seeing through as thick dark curtains hung from the inside and gave him no view of the inside. Taehyung hummed as he stared at the locked door, remembering what Mr. Kang had told him on the first day vividly.

“One rule: never step into Mr. Min’s office.”

Taehyung hadn’t questioned it back then; that was until he heard the daily office gossips. Many said that Mr. Min had been simply on a vacation, planning to give over his company and resting on his well-deserved money, while others were sure they heard noises coming from the other side of the wall. Taehyung bit his lip as he leaned in a little closer, holding his breath as he tried to listen. But there was nothing.

Mr. Min had been young and successful, everything one wanted to have: he had it.

Everything superficial at least, Taehyung thought as he turned his cart around, glancing over his shoulder one last time. He believed that Mr. Min was still there, or why else would he need to deliver his mail each day, simply putting it down next to the door. It was always gone the next day, no matter how early Taehyung was. But he had never seen Mr. Min leave or arrive at the office and only the picture hanging over at the wall let him know what he looked like. Taehyung had shivered seeing it the first time. It was awfully shot, and Mr. Min looked dead as he stared into the camera lens. Taehyung thought he had a cute nose, but his eyes seemed so frozen as he looked down at him. Whoever shot this picture did an awful job. It seemed so lifeless that he had half a heart to take it down.

He dismissed it as he put the cart back to the small office, that was more of a storeroom than a mail office and grabbed his back to hurry out. He had a few customers today and he was beaming with excitement.

…

It was only when the sun had already set that Taehyung finally locked the doors of his photography shop behind him with a tired sigh. He was exhausted and although he had fun, he felt the aftereffects of his  long day now. Frowning a little, Taehyung tried to calculate how much time he had left to get some dinner and get enough sleep before he had to hurry back to the office again.

At home, Taehyung didn’t bother to look at the fridge anymore, too tired to keep his eyes open and simply plopping down onto his bed. Rubbing over his face, he groaned. Sometimes he wished life were easier, that money was something that he didn’t have to worry about anymore and that photography would give him enough to survive. But he knew that wouldn’t happen, just like he knew fairytales weren’t real.

There was no magic, no three wishes, no one that would make it easier for him. So, he had to keep working hard.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Taehyung took his bag to unpack and took the mail he received at his shop, to start opening them as he shuffled back into the kitchen. Bills, Bills, some ads and a letter for Mr. Min.

Taehyung was about to dismiss it when his eyes widened.

Rereading the letters, he gulped heavily as he came to the horrible realization that this letter wasn’t his. His heart stopped. In all the time he had been working for the Min Company this had never happened before. How did it get into his bag? Did he mess up the sorting this morning? Taehyung was starting to panic as he ran back to get his phone.

“Jimin! I fucked up; I don’t know what to do!” He whined helplessly when he had told his best friend everything, only receiving a sleepy groan from the other end of the line.

“Give it to him tomorrow then…”

“But what if it’s important?”

“It’s late it doesn’t matter anymore right?” He could hear Jimin turning in his bed, the sounds of sheets being pulled making it harder to understand him.

“You’re not really that much of a help,” Taehyung rubbed the bridge of his nose, his feet tapping on the ground nervously.

“Then go there now and give it to him. Isn’t that self-absorbed brick gone anyways? Put it onto his table, then you can simply say he oversaw it, if they ask you about it. Who cares anyways.” With a broken off ‘I love you and don’t worry too much’ Jimin had cut him off again (well aware that Taehyung would keep on freaking out for the next hours and depriving him off his sleep if he didn’t). He ignored Jimin’s aversion towards Mr. Min, knowing Jimin’s love for gossip and the many things Mr. Min had apparently done to secure his own wealth. And maybe Jimin was still pissed that his own ask for a donation had been denied by the man that he was now working for. But he was right about one thing: Mr. Min must be gone, so Taehyung could simply put the letter onto his table and pretend like it had been there forever.

Or maybe just say it hadn’t been delivered before and that’s why it was a day late. Or maybe one of the cleaning ladies…

Taehyung was wrecking his mind, mumbling to himself as he grabbed his jacket and only when he stood in front of the office building did his thoughts come to a halt. This was absolutely stupid, but if he didn’t do it, Taehyung knew he would wreck his mind even more about it. He’d rather just went with it now. So, he nodded towards the night shifts receptionist as if it was perfectly normal for the post delivery boy to come in late at night and want to work and to his luck, the other didn’t even ask just simply let him through.

A shiver ran down his spine as he stepped foot into the empty office and suddenly the atmosphere was completely different. Taehyung took a deep breath, affirming himself as he walked ahead, “Your life is not a horror movie, calm down.” He stopped when he stood in front of his office again. It hadn’t changed a bit from this morning, not even a fold in the curtains had changed (not that he could tell but…).

“Just put it on his table and pretend like it had been there all along.” He whispered again, hand shakily reaching out for the handle and to his own surprise it unlocked and pushed open, leaving Taehyung to gasp for air. 

…

It had taken him a while to get used to living his life at night but now it had become second nature to him. Like a nocturnal animal he slept mostly during the day and only got out at night. He had blackout curtains so he could sleep properly and used daylight lamps in his home and office to trick his inner clock into believing that everything was still fine. Except it wasn’t.

He made phone calls when he had to, but he rarely ever got out and when he did he wore so many layers of clothes that he had sweated through them when he came home. So, he mostly stayed in. 

Giving up his home had hurt a lot and sometimes he visited it, getting in his car in the underground garage and driving right into the parking lot of his former home so that no one could see him. But it hurt even more walking around the empty hallways and watching it slowly gathering dust. At first he had sent a cleaning lady once a week but one person couldn’t clean the whole mansion on its own and he had been scared that she would talk or question him if it went on too long so he had put her elsewhere, in his company and pretended to not need her any longer. In the beginning, right after it had happened he had been in disbelief so he had told everyone that he was taking a short vacation, thinking that it could only take a few days to get him back to normal. He had become more and more desperate, grasping onto every straw, going from academic medicine to naturopathy to the occult until he was taking part in the most obscure rituals. Nonetheless no matter what he did, nothing changed. 

Rather the opposite, he felt the more he fought it the darker his black streaks got. 

Until he had just given up. 

He had never given up like that ever before and it left him cold and confused and lost in his own world. It had taken him quite a while to get back on track. He’s had hundreds of calls and messages and emails to sort through after he finally felt ready to face the world again and as he had to find some explanation he fabricated some half-truth about some medical condition, telling others that he was simply spending some time for himself so that there would be different stories, different rumors and no one would know for sure.  

Working again felt nothing like it had before the incident. He had loved his work, more than anything else. Playing with numbers, taking risks and getting profit out of what he had made happen - it made him feel amazing, almost like a god. He could shape the world, he could make people or destroy their dreams, sell a product to hundreds or thousands of people - or make sure that no one would ever see it. He had power, so much power that it made him feel invincible. Until he wasn’t any more. And now work felt like a burden. 

He hadn’t really changed his work; he was still doing the same, but he couldn’t take pride in what he did. Winning felt stale and bitter and losing didn’t affect him. He had already lost his life so losing a project didn’t compare. He watched others built their own empires, people who hadn’t been closed to being a serious threat to his business before. However, what hurt him more, what had him filled with envy wasn’t the thriving of other businesses. It was his own employees. Because it looked they were better than ever. While he was suffering their life had continued like nothing had happened and they seemed to be happy about that he was gone. His own people found joy in him being gone. He could have stayed in the office during the day with the curtains drawn and no one allowed to come in, but he couldn’t take it, hearing them laugh, being so close to his former life while actually being miles apart. So, he only came here at night. 

He had bought the floor above them that had been used by some start up business that no one would miss and had kept all the business signs there so that no one knew it was him. Then he had hired people to turn it into a place where he could actually live and paid them double after they signed a nondisclosure agreement. No one knew he lived there. So, every night he came down to his office without anyone seeing him, checked the curtains before turning on the light so no one from outside would see it and then he got to work. Because there was nothing else that he could do. 

…

The gasp that had fallen from Taehyung’s lips got caught somewhere as he held his breath and all of his muscles were frozen. He gulped heavily, when his eyes met darker orbs staring right back at him and he swore he could hear a low growl or maybe it was just his stomach (Taehyung wasn’t so sure anymore). 

His fingers clenched tightly around the letter he held, when his eyes fell onto the man’s hands and the black streaks discoloring his veins, seemingly going further up until… Taehyung licked over his lips nervously as he saw some peeking out from the collar and over his face. It looked like they were carved into his skin, almost as if they had burned into his skin like acid. He hadn’t noticed in his first panic and for a moment he wasn’t sure, but he looked familiar. It was the same man in the picture that was hanging in the hallway. Taehyung opened his mouth to say something when his eyes met his again and they’ve got a dangerous glint. In his panic, Taehyung simply bowed his head, holding out the letter in front of him and shutting his eyes closed, begging and pleading in his mind that he wouldn’t get fired now.  

Yoongi was frozen. Completely, utterly frozen up as if someone had put a spell in him. Again. 

He hadn't seen another person face to face for so long that the other looked strangely beautiful to him even though it was clear that he was just a small employee. Yoongi breathed in relief when he realized that he could stay in control here if only he got himself together. It was just a small employer, no one higher up the food chain who could actually harm him and no camera for proof. He could either buy the boys silence or threaten him into not speaking a word about this whatever worked best. He got this. He has done it before. Not regarding bis condition but in business. Because in the end it always came down to two simple truths: you won if you made clear who was in control and money could buy everything. 

So, he schooled his face onto an impassive mask despite his heart hammering in his chest and gave a simple command: "Close the door." The boy didn't seem to understand what that meant so he repeated himself, sharper and more threatening this time. "Get in, close the door and sit down. Now!" 

Taehyung jerked up and followed his command quickly, turning around to close the door and do what the other said. He didn’t know what he had expected Mr. Min’s voice to be like, but it was icier, cutting right through him making him scared about what’s to come. 

The closer he got, the more he could see the scars on the man’s face, the darkened veins pulsating under his skin and weirdly Taehyung thought about asking Mr. Min if he was allowed to photograph him one day. Tearing his gaze from him, Taehyung held onto the letter as if his life depended on it as he sat down, keeping his eyes firmly on Mr. Min. The other was just about to open his mouth when Taehyung couldn’t hold it anymore. “I am so very sorry, Mr. Min. I really am. I didn’t want to bother you, nor did I think you’d be still here this late and I just wanted to make sure you’d receive your mail.” He smiled faintly at the man as he held out the letter for him to take, quickly soothing over the rough edges from where he had crumbled the paper a little from holding onto it too tightly. 

Yoongi had tried not to think about what would happen if someone saw him but his mind had wandered through all of their possible reactions anyway: screaming, laughing, shock… he’s had so many horrible encounters in his mind and yet the boy in front of him didn’t react like in any of his thoughts. He just acted...normal. A little nervous maybe but that was to be expected when you stumbled into your boss at night while you had no business being in his office. He almost asked him straight away if he were blind but luckily he could hold himself back. No one with impaired vision was working for him. His employees all had to be in perfect health. 

“Who are you exactly that you got a hold of my mail?” He answered, keeping his facade intact while he was burning with questions. His whole world had been tilted on its axis - he was so excited about having an actual real person in front of him that he had to try hard to make his voice sound as dominant and in control as he liked it to be. “And what exactly gave you the idea that you could walk into my office? At night! You shouldn’t even be here, less alone in this office. This alone would be a reason to fire you.” 

The younger startled, bowing his head just enough for Mr. Min to know he was sorry. “I’m Kim Taehyung, I come every morning to sort out the mail and make sure everyone gets everything. I usually am the one putting it at the front of your door but…,” He sighed and looked up; where other people had jerked away from Yoongi each time or their eyes widened whenever he came to close, Taehyung just smiled at him. “This little one,” He waved the letter and put it onto his desk, “Must have fallen out and into my bag and I wanted to make sure you’d still get it in time. I really didn’t think you’d be still here. And I must say, Mr. Min this is not good for your health to work this late.” Looking down at his watch, he raised an eyebrow, “It’s past midnight.” Taehyung stiffened up when he saw that Mr. Min wasn’t amused at all.  

Yoongi leaned forward making sure that Taehyung saw him, really saw him. The others nonchalant reaction to his curse gave him a thrill and he desperately willed down the hope that started to rise inside of him. Any moment now Taehyung would freak and run out the room or gasp in horror. He knew how he looked. What was normally hidden under the skin was plainly visible in his case: Every vein, every blood vessel shimmered sickeningly black through his transparent skin. He had made the mistake to undress in front of a mirror after the curse and had spent the next half hour in the bathroom over the toilet. In the back you could see his spine shimmering through, all lines in a net of blackened blood vessels. It looked like one of the drawings he had once seen that had been concept art for a horror movie. He had turned into a horror monster himself.  

Since then he made sure to turn off the lights when he undressed and to wear long sleeves and pants at all times. He had tried to wear gloves as well, but he couldn’t work while wearing them and he also couldn’t play his piano, not really, he needed to feel the keys under his fingertips or else he felt too detached from it. His music was the only thing that made him forget for a little while: sitting in front of the piano and playing while he kept his eyes firmly closed. 

His eyes were the worst. With all the blood vessels visible they looked so dark that it seemed his whole eyes were black, like some cheap Halloween demon contact lenses. He had actually tried using contact lenses to cover it up, but it hurt, and it always shimmered through somehow. 

So, he placed his hands on the table, making sure that Taehyung saw him, expecting him to flinch while he answered calmly, “So what you’re saying is that you stole my mail. And when you got cold feet you decided that breaking into my office would be nice. And now you actually have the audacity to lecture me about my health when I’m very clearly past that, don’t we agree?” 

Taehyung did none of what he expected, instead he cocked his head aside, brows furrowed when his boss had misunderstood him. His gaze didn’t flicker one time, when Taehyung kept his eyes on him. “No, sir, you got me wrong. You know every morning when I sort the mail into the little cart it must have slipped. I didn’t saw it, nor when I stood in front of your door this morning. It was never my intention to take anything home and honestly, you can’t really calling it breaking in.” He pointed at the door behind his back, “The night shift receptionist saw me, and your door was kind of open...and there’s cameras everywhere anyways. And although you’re right about your health, I just wanted to be kind, it wasn’t my intention to offend you.” A soft smile played at his lips as he saw Yoongi leaning back just an inch, “I would have knocked if I’d known someone would be here.”

Yoongi was silent for a minute. He could only be more obvious by waving his blackened hand right in front of Taehyung’s face and he definitely wouldn’t do that so apparently Taehyung was either colorblind - or strangely nice. Especially after being accused of stealing and breaking into his office. He was a little bit out of his depth here because pleasant conversations with his employees had actually never happened. He only saw them in his office when he needed to reprimand them or give them different schedules or when he was about to fire them. This here however was strangely pleasant, despite his initial fear that Taehyung might tell everyone. But maybe that’s why he was so calm and kind - to phone the next tv station the minute he was outside the building and sell his firsthand story of how his boss had turned into a monster. If yes he was pretty sure he could tease it out of him.  

Yoongi reached out his hand to get the letter and then opened it right in front of Taehyung.  

The younger sat back, feeling a tad uncomfortable that Yoongi was simply ignoring him for the letter. He pushed his jacket over his wrist and checked the watch, noticing the time and while he was counting in his head how many hours he had left to sleep he almost considered just staying and sleeping in the little reception room where there was a couch. It was made from leather and although it wouldn’t be the most comfortable it probably was the most practical. While Yoongi was reading, Taehyung let his eyes wander over the interior of his office until it halted at a spiral staircase leading upstairs, somewhere where he couldn’t see.  

“Ah, just something about money. It could have waited until tomorrow.” Yoongi placed the letter aside and put his hands together in front of him, the perfect image of a movie villain thinking. “Speaking of money - what do you make working for me, Taehyung?” Taehyung, a little speechless didn’t answer fast enough so Yoongi just kept going. “Let me rephrase this: What is in your opinion a nice amount of money? A sum that could buy your silence about this. About everything. Let me tell you it’s a hassle to take part in some yellow press bullshit and you won’t get anything else unless you’ve got proof. Until then it’s just rumors which are definitely not worth your time for which little payment you’ll get. So, you should definitely take the easy way: Do nothing and get money for it. Does sound a lot better, doesn’t it?” 

Taehyung opened his mouth, closed it and then opened it again. “Excuse me Mr. Min, but what exactly are you talking about?” He shook his head, brows furrowed as he tried to understand. “Proof of what? Money for…me? Nice amount? I mean, that always depends for what. Like…I think the overpriced coffee downstairs for five bucks is a lot already. But if you want my opinion about shares or funds I don’t think I’m the right guy to ask. I don’t really care about money. Don’t you have other people for that?”

Yoongi blinked, completely dumbfounded. “Are you... serious right now? Or are you paying dumb to get out of this? Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” Taehyung’s insecure smile had him groaning in frustration. At least it was absolutely obvious now that this boy wasn’t a threat. At least not one that you could take seriously. “Then let’s talk bluntly for a second. You saw me working here. Obviously, I don’t want anyone to see me therefore my nightly work schedule. As little employees like you tend to try and get money wherever they can I assumed you might what to sell the information you just accidentally gathered on my person to the next tv station or magazine. As I’d prefer you not to I just offered you money to keep your mouth shut and pretend you never saw anything. Meaning if you take that money and something gets out then I’ll come after you. If you keep your side of the deal then everyone’s happy and no one needs to hurt. Are we clear now?”

“Oh,” Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh, giggling cutely as he felt a lot more comfortable now. He didn’t want any money. Not like this at least. And why would he tell anyone about Mr. Min, anyways? He wasn’t a snitch. “Of course. You don’t need to worry about me, Sir.” He gave him an honest smile and got up from the chair, bowing his head again, before turning away and towards the door. “Have a good night, Mr. Min.” 

Yoongi stared at the younger’s back as he quickly slipped through the door, rendered speechless by the turn of events. He had just made it pretty clear that he would give him money for staying silent. And even if Taehyung hadn’t initially planned on selling the information he must have gotten intrigued after his offer, basically, all he had to do was name a sum and Yoongi would have given it to him. No questions asked! And Taehyung didn’t even seem to be scared or hesitant or torn - he just laughed at him and told him good night! Just like that! 

It took him a while to recover from that strange encounter but then he quickly got up to lock the door. Twice, just to be sure.

If instead of working on his project he spent the rest of the night googling Kim Taehyung then no one had to know.

…

All the way home, Taehyung couldn’t wipe away the smile of his lips as he thought about the weird encounter. He had never talked to Mr. Min before and now he knew what his voice sounded like. It was rough, but with a tune to it that Taehyung actually kind of liked it. He shook his head softly when he finally laid down in bed and although he was tired, he couldn’t help but wreck his mind about why Yoongi had wanted him to stay silent with money. Was his health that bad? He looked sickly, but his whole being still looked rather youthful and full of energy, not like someone who was very sick. But what did Taehyung even knew about that? Turning in his bed, Taehyung was about to close his eyes when he jerked awake again.

“Oh no,” Taehyung softly slapped himself against his forehead as he groaned: He had totally forgotten to thank Mr. Min for not firing him. Tae just had been so glad that Mr. Min was fine with him leaving and it being a misunderstanding, that he hadn’t even cared to thank him for trusting him enough to keep doing his work. With a tired yawn, he thought about how to thank him eventually, the excitement of seeing his boss again buzzing softly in the pit of his stomach, before his eyes finally fell shut. 

A/N: Oh, what do you guys think? ;) Will Yoongi let Taehyung in again? Anyways, we hope you enjoyed this little intro to our fic. This will be much shorter than the Red Riding Hood one...as we originally planned to write only short fairytales but somehow when it comes to Minjoon we couldn’t stop ourselves. We really hope you liked this and if you do, we will be happy to know what you guys think! Updates will be every sunday as always!

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[steebpark]

INTRODUCING STEVEN… @gallagherintro​​

⌠ SEO KANG JOON, 22, CISMALE, HE/HIS ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, STEVEN PARK! according to their records, they’re a SECOND year, specializing in PROTECTION AND ENFORCEMENT + COVERT OPS; and they DID go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (everyday funeral attire, sharp and vigilant eyes, rehearsed smiles, scribbles over sheet music, a jar of sourdough starter). when it’s the (leo)’s birthday on 16/08/1998, they always request their HANWOO from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

INSPO:

tadashi hamada

kim je ha (the k2)

robb stark (?) not

moon gang-tae

BIO:

hundy p inspired by it’s okay not to be okay dnt look at me

tw abelism, death, suicide, 

born into the crazy park fam *dj khaled vc* another one !!! 

grew up in seoul. sang woo is his korean name. he’s always gone by steven because the parks are just those kind of koreans. ( nicknames : steve, stevie )

he has an older brother of two years called andrew. he was born autistic.

the sole reason for steve being born was to look after andrew, so they didn’t have to, and to be groomed into an heir. they deemed andrew unworthy to be an heir and unfit to compete with rose and jude.

this fact was made known to him as a child. so, whilst he was the younger sibling, he had to quickly grow into this protective role. steve’s life mostly revolved around andrew. 

despite this, he’s always been a bit too soft for a park, used to be a massive cry baby, which is probably why his relationship with andrew has always been strong enough to get through the shitty times 

the park family would force the new generation to compete against each other, so the cousins were never that close, but there was an unspoken understanding of how fucked up their families were. however, due to all of this responsibility, steve didn’t care to compete with his cousins as he got older which forced his parents to become stricter.

they could only get him in line by messing with andrew because steve never cared for money and has always hated everything that comes with the park name. 

it only worked to an extent: toughed him up but they couldn’t quite mould him into what they needed him to be. his rebellion wasn’t a loud one, quite the opposite, which made it harder for them to control

anyway

rose dies. it rocks the family, most notably jude. he regrets not trying harder to reach out when she spiralled.

shortly after, his girlfriend disappears. parents offered her money and she took it. very kdrama i know. but they needed him to focus.

doesn’t want anything to do with the park legacy and tries to file for emancipation. the mere threat of it is enough for his parents to listen because they don’t want it getting out and damaging their reputation so they come to an agreement: he’s free !!

at 16, he’s independent -- not entirely as they paid for prep school -- and he transfers to the school in england, hoping for anonymity and a fresh start: no jude, no fam friends. never returned to seoul, cut ties with people from the past. took andrew with him.

obviously struggles in england. didn’t expect it to be easy but it’s A Lot so he eventually becomes involved with Shady Brandt work on top of all of his side gigs 

takes a gap year and works his ass awf. saves up. but brother dies in an accident. it’s accidental but he believes his parents orchestrated it. they didn’t. shit happens.

completes his first year at a spy college in england. returns to korea for mandatory military service which is a nice break from all the shady shit. 

the brandts reaches out to steve about a job -- gigi brandt’s protector. he’s hesitant because of the brandt’s connections to the parks but he takes it because it’s good pay and he plans on disappearing after college.

as much as he wants to detach himself from the park name, when he heard about elise, and then jude, the emotions he felt were overwhelming. so he doesn’t attend elise’s wedding or jude’s funeral. visits them both separately.

dreading gallagher because, well, the park name is everywhere and they have a bit of a reputation. feels like coming around full circle.

PERSONALITY

the Well-Adjusted Park ; Dad Jokes

not materialistic in the slightest -- steve says asos 5 pack save.

will be adding a few inches to his height bc it apart of his Gentle Giant trope uwu 

has a resting bitch face so first impressions might be bad tho he’s aware of this and is quick to smile as to not put anyone on edge

strong moral code but also has done some shady shit so maybe he’s a hypocrite

not confrontational, prefers to quickly dissolve situations as peacefully as possible. would rather avoid conflict. pretty desensitised to displays of aggression so hard to get a rise out of him.

weird posh boy hobbies: bread baking, jigsaw puzzles, piano, compose, lego, fixing clocks ... u get the gist. calm and solitary activities that involves hands and attention to detail. 

nice, friendly etc. etc. but difficult to form Deep n Meaningful friendships. has a bit of a wall which he’s working on. but maybe not since he’s planning on Poofing. idk i’m still figuring him out lads<3

WC

fam friends: steve most likely would’ve cut them off when he moved to england

prep school: people he knows from new york or england. he had a glow up tho so maybe your character doesn’t recognise him. embarrassing. 

landan: people he met in london! he had Normal Ppl jobs and pretended to be a Normal Person during the holidays. 

humuhumunukunukuāpuaʻa: someone who triggers him, intentionally or unintentionally? maybe they just like to make his job as difficult as possible.

head thots no empty ... will add more lata</3

[fallinnflower]

fresh start

young k x reader (non-idol!au, college!au, fuckboi!brian, request)

a/n: i got an anon request for a flirty fuckboi brian, and the request got a little out of hand. i’m not very good at writing our resident fox boy as a bad guy...

By all accounts, you and Brian Kang should be good friends. You literally share a best friend and are in the same degree program — so anyone would come to the logical conclusion that you and Brian get along. You might even be pretty similar. 

If anyone were to say this to you, you’d probably vomit on their shoes. Because Brian Kang is kind of an asshole to you, and you don’t even know why. 

See, the first time you had a class with him you were so excited! Jae had told you all about his best friend Brian, and that you were both getting a business degree, but when you walked in the room Brian glared right at you. 

You sat as far away as possible. It didn’t stop him from glaring at you literally all the time. You wondered if he hated you for being Jae’s friend or something. Were you stealing Jae away? 

The two of them were in a band together, and whenever you went to their shows you would congratulate Brian without being able to look him in the eyes. Not that it mattered, or that he noticed, because he was always swarmed by girls (and some guys) after the shows. He always looked a lot happier surrounded by his adoring fans, and you deduced his ego must be fucking huge. 

So you decided to hate Brian Kang! Simple as that. If the guy wanted to glare at you and openly play with people’s hearts in front of you, he was just asking for it, right? 

You never told Jae why you hated Brian. You never brought up all the glaring after the first day, when you were dejected and confused, and you certainly never told him about the times Brian would be staring/glaring at you in class and suddenly bite or lick his lips like you were some meal. 

It was gross. You thought he was such a tool. But Jae didn’t need to think that about his best friend; so you never said anything, and he never asked. 

At least, not for over a year, anyways. 

At least once during this year, Jae tells Brian to try being nice to you because he’s sick of having to divide his time. And Brian tries — he really does, but you… don’t seem to notice.

He takes a seat beside you in one of your many shared courses, and you immediately give him a look he can only describe as disdain. However, Brian doesn’t see your facial expressions up close much; or maybe you’re just joking around because you’re friends with Jae. To avoid sounding too loud in the lecture hall, he scoots his seat closer to yours, offering up a winning smile.

“Hey, Y/N,” he starts, and you don’t even look in his direction. He leans forward on the desk, trying to catch your eye. “Nice shirt. That’s a good color on you.”

“Thanks. Stole it from Jae.” The flatness of your tone makes it almost impossible for Brian to know what to do, but he laughs anyways. You give him the deadliest look he’s even seen when he does this. 

“Yeah,” he replies, running a hand nervously through his hair. He thinks he sees you wrinkle your nose at him. Is his cologne too strong or something? He suddenly worries that you’re allergic and leans back a little. “You and Jae are pretty close.”

“Mhmm.” You turn your attention to the front of the lecture hall as the professor walks in, but Brian’s eyes linger on you. He wonders if today is a bad day. The two of you do have a pretty important quiz in this class today, so maybe you’re just stressed. Either way, he feels bad for imposing on you.

He scoots his chair back out a little, and sniffs self-consciously at his shirt.

“Hey, we’re having a party Friday night. You in?” Jae asks, snagging another fry off your plate. You swat at his hand. 

“Yeah, sure.” You pause for a second, then look up at Jae. “Is… is Brian gonna be there?” Jae looks up at you like you’re a dumbass. Maybe you are. 

“Well, he lives there, so.” At his response, you pick up a fry and dunk it in ketchup, hurriedly shoving it into your mouth. The whole time you feel Jae’s questioning gaze on you. He doesn’t really know what beef you have with Brian — not that you really know, either, except that he seems to hate you and has a pretty bad reputation with girls in general — but the fact that you avoid his housemate like the plague is starting to get too obvious to ignore.

“What’s your problem with him, anyways?” Jae asks. You shrug and shove another fry into your mouth, stalling. As you go to reach for yet another, Jae slides the plate to his side of the table, watching you expectantly. With a sigh, you beckon him closer, both of you leaning across the table conspiratorially.

“Isn’t he, like, a total fuckboi?” You ask. Jae immediately freezes, his eyes going wide,

“A what?!” He asks, and when you repeat yourself he bursts into raucous laughter, totally undoing any inconspicuousness you two had going for you. You sink into your chair, embarrassed, but still manage to glare at him.

“What! Everyone says he just uses your band’s fans. Leads them on and shit.” You think about how he always seems to be glaring at you in class, and the one time you caught him licking his lips while doing so; or the one time he sat by you on a quiz day just to compliment you and probably cheat off your test or something. Classic dick move. However, while you’re mulling this over, Jae is taking off his glasses to wipe the tears away.

“Ah, man, oh my god. Y/N, I think that’s the funniest shit you’ve ever said to me.” After composing himself with another one of your french fries, he chuckles and shakes his head.

“Brian is way too soft to be a fuckboi. Trust me.” 

You want to argue, but you realize how absolutely pointless it is. Jae lives with Brian, so obviously he would know if Brian had girls around all the time or was going to theirs — if there’s anyone in your life who would know what Brian’s deal is, it’s him.

“But, then… why?” You ask meekly, miserably reaching for another fry. Jae shrugs.

“The rumors? Some girl asked him out freshman year and he rejected her,” he says. “Brian’s too nice to do anything about it.” As you avert your gaze in shame, you happen to catch a glimpse of a clock on the wall. Realizing your next class is coming up soon, you stand up and grab your bag.

“Alright,” you say, looking down at Jae. “I’ll be there Friday.” He breaks into a smile.

“Sick.” 

You almost walk away without your fries, but you don’t think Jae deserves them after laughing at you like that. So you go back for them.

Making up with Brian Kang was going to be way harder than you thought. 

First off, now that you knew what you knew, you felt so awful you couldn’t even look at him! Second, he was pretty scarce at the party, seemingly just moving around the room checking on people constantly. By the time you managed to catch up to him (or him to you, really), you were wasted and had almost fallen into a wall. Brian managed to snag your elbow and pull you towards him, so you fell into his chest rather than their drywall. 

Upon seeing it’s him you let out a little gasp and grab his bicep excitedly. 

“Brian!” He laughs at that,

“Hey, Y/N. You okay?” You pout, probably way more exaggeratedly than you should. 

“No,” you start, and as he begins to look nervous you grasp his arm tighter and continue. “I wanted to say sorry.” He blinks at you. 

“What for?”

“For think you were a fuckboi!” You wail, swaying slightly. If not for your grip on his arm you probably would’ve crashed to the ground. Brian’s brow furrows. 

“A... a what?”

“A fuckboi!” You repeat loudly, leaning in close to his ear, and as you do you miss the way his whole face seems to turn red. 

“How drunk are you, Y/N?” He asks, gently steadying you with his hands on your shoulders now, and you beam proudly. 

“I outdrank Jae!”

Brian blinks at you again, his mind going to where Jae is passed out in the bathtub already, and wonders how you’re still standing. 

“Come on, we should get you home,” he says. “Did you come with someone?” 

“My roommate left me,” you respond, and as Brian tries to walk you towards the door you take hold of his bicep again, more tightly now. 

“No~,” you wail. “I don’t wanna go outside. It’s cold.”

If you weren’t so trashed, you’d be able to see how conflicted Brian looks before he decides to bring you upstairs. He unlocks his bedroom (the master, because he’s the one who put the deposit down on this place), and gently leads you in. 

It takes at least twenty minutes to convince you to change your clothes, and Brian has to squeeze his eyes shut and cover them with one hand so you’ll actually do it — but you need his other arm for support the whole time. Then, for some reason, you decide you want to brush your teeth instead of staying in bed where he put you while he went to get water, and he comes back just in time to see you fall on your ass in the bathroom. You don’t seem fazed at all. 

And then, you finally fall asleep. 

You wake up in the morning in a room you don’t recognize, in clothes that aren’t yours, and with a terrible headache. As you’re trying to get back to sleep, the door creaks open and your eyes meet Brian’s. 

You sit up immediately. 

“Morning,” he greets. He sets some painkillers and a mug of coffee down on the bedside table for you. You’re still staring wide-eyed at him. “How’re you feeling? Are you sore at all?”

You want to die. 

“Am I what?” You squeak out, dragging his sheets up to your chest. Brian stares at your for a moment, then suddenly his face turns red and he shakes his head. 

“No— no I mean, you fell in the bathroom last night and I... I thought you might have a bruise or something.” 

You take a little solace in the fact that you both feel awkward about your current predicament, but that only helps marginally. You swallow hard, both of you just staring at the other, unsure of what to do. 

“So uh, are these your clothes?” 

“Yeah,” he says, awkwardly. You shift awkwardly in his bed, biting your lip and averting your eyes. 

“Did we… did we sleep together?” Brian furrows his brows. 

“No. I slept on the floor.” It’s at that that you can finally look at him again, this time pinning him with a sharp gaze. 

“That’s not what I meant.”

He turns red again. 

“O-oh. No. You were drunk, I wouldn’t do that.” After a pause, he speaks up again, “Is that what a fuckboi would do?”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, curling in on yourself. “I’m so sorry. Oh my god.”

“It’s okay!” He says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t realize you felt that way.” With your face still half-buried in his sheets, you look up at him and break into a little smile. He looks so concerned, you wonder how you ever thought he was a bad person when he cares so much about something like this. 

From this close you can see how pretty he is, even without his concert makeup — and honestly you’re realizing his glaring is just how his sleep-puffy eyes look. You feel pretty dumb. 

“We’re kinda stupid, aren’t we?” You ask. Brian laughs a little and runs his hand through his hair, letting his bangs fall into his eyes. 

“Yeah,” he says. 

“Wanna start over?” He nods,

“I’d like that.” The two of you shake hands, both giggling, and then Brian stands up. 

“So, Y/N,” he says, with a blindingly brilliant smile. “Are you a pancake or waffle person? I made both, don’t worry.” 

And suddenly, you think you and Brian are gonna get along just fine as you follow him downstairs for breakfast.

[gamerwoo]

Chani: Be Gay, Do Crimes

Characters: Chani x gender neutral reader (featuring sf9 and Wooseok)

Genre/warnings: badboy au, crack, fluff, bein gay and doin crimes because I assume that counts as a warning for some of y’all who hate fun

Word count: 6,777

Summary: In which you’re trying so hard to get your best friend a significant other in between doing some really dumb shit. But maybe the dumb shit you’re focused on doing is distracting you from the dumb person he really wants to be with. 

a/n: this was heavily inspired by Gregory and Mae from Night In The Woods (yknow if Gregg secretly had a crush on Mae) and also that one episode of Spongebob (the “are you feeling it now Mr Krabs” episode) so uh yeah 

“Jeez, it’s about time you showed up,” Chani sighed, folding his arms on the counter of the corner store he worked at. “I have plans.”

“First of all, you’re still on the clock, doofus,” you pointed out, walking up to the counter and leaning against it. “Second, what kind of plans?”

“Crimes,” he smirked.

Your eyebrows raised, interest piqued, “What kind of crimes are we talking here, Kang?”

“Remember how you wanted to steal the principal’s underwear and put it on the head of the school’s mascot statue?”

“Yeah, but Youngbin not only said it could not be done, but we shouldn’t get ourselves into even more trouble after we broke into the sewing club room and stitched a mustache and beard onto the mascot costume.”

“Well, Youngbin isn’t here, is he?”

“...You are absolutely correct.”

You and Chani shared a look that you often shared before doing something stupid. It was a look with a mischievous smile and narrowed eyes that basically said ‘we’re gonna do this and have so much fun’ even though you knew there was a higher chance of getting caught this time. Neither of you ever cared about getting caught, though. That was kinda half the fun.

“When do you get off work?” you asked.

“Right now,” he scoffed, taking off his name tag that he always wore upside-down to piss off his manager and the customers. He leaped over the counter and landed beside you on the other side with a bright grin. “Let’s do crimes!”

“Wait,” you held up a hand to him, “I wanna go to Starbucks first.”

“But you hate their drinks,” he pointed out, a quizzical look on his face.

“Yeah, but they have a new barista that’s really cute,” you shrugged. “I figure I should get her number before our principal kills us for sneaking into his house to get his underwear.”

Chani nodded in understanding, “That seems fair.”

-

You found yourselves standing at the back of the Starbucks that was not too far from where Chani worked. You were surprised and happy to find out that not only was there one cute barista, but two. Chani also confirmed with a slow nod as he looked the two up and down that they were, in fact, very attractive.

“I didn’t know that dude worked here,” you said, taking a bite out of the overpriced cake pop you’d bought just to hit on the baristas.

“I didn’t know you were desperate enough that you’d pay that much for a fucking cake pop,” Chani said with a slight smirk, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“I would buy anything from either of them if they asked me,” you sighed, not taking your eyes off of the two as they worked to get drinks made.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, Chani leaned over and took the rest of the cake pop in his mouth, dragging it off the stick before chewing it.

“Then go buy another cake pop,” he said around a mouth full of your food.

-

Chani was thankful for the loudness of his motorcycle so he couldn’t hear your teasing. Ever since the cute male barista asked you what your ‘mysterious’ friend’s name was, you couldn’t stop shaking his arm and giggling and telling him he should do something about it. You’d been trying to get Chani in a relationship ever since his last one ended.

He stopped at a light, waiting for the moment it turned green when you leaned around to look at the side of his face that was partially out of view from his helmet.

“Are you gonna text him?” you shouted over the engine.

He just glanced at you, rolled his eyes, and looked away. Even with how long you’d been friends with Chani, you still had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

As soon as the light changed, Chani sped off to your destination. The lights from the windows of the houses and buildings you passed by, and the street lights were the only things lighting up the streets as your arms stayed wound around Chani’s waist. You spent the time on the back of his motorcycle to think about what the plan was once you got to the principal’s house. You’d have to get in somehow, find his room and get a pair of his underwear, and then dip out without being noticed. It would definitely be hard but you were always up for a challenge.

Chani stopped his bike at the side of the road somewhere, taking of his helmet and glancing at you over his shoulder, “It’s probably better if we don’t show up to his place with a loud bike.”

“Good call,” you nodded, getting off the bike before taking off your own helmet. “Do you have ideas on how to do this?”

“We’re not here to do it just yet,” he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “We’re not prepared to sneak into somebody’s house. We have to work our way up to that.”

You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest, “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“Because the surprise is part of the fun when it comes to crimes. Now stop being grumpy and let’s go.”

Chani started walking along the sidewalk, so you followed behind him before jogging up to walk beside him, closest to the road. There were hardly any people driving right now, but you thought it made everything you were doing seem that much more mysterious. Therefore, you didn’t mind it.

You weren’t sure what Chani’s plan was, and you also didn’t bother asking since the ‘surprise’ was apparently half the fun. So you just silently followed beside Chani because he was never really one for a lot of conversation anyway.

You walked a few blocks before he turned a corner and kept walking. It wasn’t until you got to a semi-familiar building that you sort of got a hint about Chani’s plan.

“Zuho...?” you asked, looking up at his apartment building.

“Mhmm,” was all he replied with as he walked up the steps and pressed the button to ring his apartment. The boy in question’s deep voice came through, and Chani simply replied with, “It’s me.”

“Come up,” the older boy replied before buzzing the two of you in.

Zuho was...an accomplice. Kind of. He was somebody Chani could go to if he needed assistance that you couldn’t provide, but he typically hated asking Zuho for help because he felt like it was cheating. Zuho somehow had connections with everyone and could get just about anything. As you walked up the steps to Zuho’s apartment, you began to wonder if he could even get his hands on the principal’s underwear...

...That sentence could’ve been worded better.

Zuho opened the door by the time the two of you got to his door. He smirked, gesturing for you both to come in before he closed the door.

“You got it, right?” Chani asked. 

“Somehow, yeah,” Zuho replied as he walked into the small kitchen.

Chani followed him, and you trailed behind Chani. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Zuho or were afraid of him -- okay, maybe you were a little afraid of him -- but you didn’t know him as well as Chani did. He was more like an acquaintance than anything else, so you weren’t really apt to talk to him. 

Zuho grabbed a dull golden key that was on a small keyring off of his counter, dropping it into Chani’s open palm. Chani grinned as he looked at it, like Zuho had given him the key to the whole world.

“What is that...?” you asked quietly, peering over his shoulder at the key.

“Remember Super Mart?” Chani asked as he turned to look at you.

“The high budget Walmart that closed down?” 

“This is the key to Super Mart.”

You looked between Chani and Zuho’s proud smirks, your expression blank. Was there something you weren’t getting here?

“Two questions,” you said, “first off, how did Zuho get the key to Super Mart? And second, why do we need the key to Super Mart?”

“My dad was the store manager for the one in town,” Zuho explained, his smirk still plastered on his face.

“And we need it because we’re going into Super Mart tonight,” Chani replied, shoving the key into his pocket.

“What do we need that’s in Super Mart?” you questioned.

“Do you remember those chips that I hoarded for an entire summer?” he asked.

“The...spicy....cheesy things or whatever...?” you trailed off, not remembering the name but remembering that Chani was stupidly obsessed with them.

“They were sweet ‘n’ spicy cheesy chips, _____,” he stated matter-of-factly, “and Super Mart was the only place that ever sold them. And I require said chips.”

“Chani, you literally work at a corner store. You get chips for free.”

“But they’re not sweet ‘n’ spicy cheesy chips.”

“They’re also not stale! Whatever food is left in that place is going to be well passed its due date!”

“But they’re not special discontinued chips, _____,” Zuho spoke up to defend his friend.

You just rolled your eyes and let out a sigh, “Whatever, can we go now then?”

“Yeah,” Chani replied simply, turning to thank his friend again before he left right on your heels. “Are you ready to have a feast, _____?”

You scoffed, “I’m not eating anything from Super Mart. That place closed a year ago, and everything in there is bound to be disgusting.”

“Then I guess you’re not eating tonight,” he shrugged as he passed you on the stairs. “Good thing you had two cake pops, huh?”

You frowned, almost growling as he taunted you, “You ate the first one, fuckhead!”

-

The mention of cake pops had you back on the cute barista that had asked about Chani. As the two of you walked up to the main door to Super Mart, you were babbling excitedly, wondering if Chani planned on doing anything with this guy that seemed interested in him. But Chani just ignored you in favor of walking in silence.

“Chani, you can’t be alone forever!” you whined.

“I’m not, I’ve dated,” he reminded you as he walked up to the door and inserted the key. “Plus, I have you.”

“Aw,” you cooed, running up behind Chani and placing your hands on his shoulders, “that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

As Chani opened the doors, he inhaled deeply like he was exploring a mountain range before coughing up a storm. You began to laugh at him, only to do the same thing when you inevitably inhaled.

“Fuck, it’s dusty in here,” he choked out.

“It’s abandoned, Chani!” you reminded him.

Ignoring your comment, Chani pulled his mini flashlight from his pocket and turned it on, shining it around the store. You didn’t think Super Mart would look so creepy, but it did. It was dusty with a few cobwebs around, and it no doubt probably had small animals and large bugs hanging around somewhere. The place was also massive, which made it that much more concerning about what else could be inside the building with you.

“Let’s find the chips,” Chani declared before walking toward where he recalled the chip aisle to be.

You rushed to follow him, catching up to him and sticking close. Your only source of light was his flashlight because you sure as hell weren’t going to drain your phone battery in case something did happen. You didn’t hold onto him like you wanted to, but only because you knew how he was about being touched. He normally didn’t mind when you did, but he’d sometimes make a face or whine extra loudly when you did, so you kept your hands to yourself.

“Scared?” Chani’s voice suddenly breaking the silence made you jump. He chuckled. “Soooo...yes?”

“We’re in an abandoned building and you want me to not be scared?” you asked.

“I mean...you can like, hold onto me...if you wanna...” he shrugged, his eyes still sweeping left, right, and center.

“I’m not a baby,” you insisted.

But then you heard something scuttle across the floor nearby, and you let out a yip and all but threw yourself into Chani, wrapping both arms around him. He just chuckled and stopped to shine the light where the noise was. Nothing was there anymore, but that only scared you more because you didn’t know what it was or where it went.

“You’re safe,” he assured you, continuing to walk again. He left a few beats of silence before adding on, “and you are a baby.”

“Can we just get your dumb chips and leave?” you grumbled, glad it was dark so Chani couldn’t see how red your cheeks were.

“This way,” he nodded his head to the right and turned that way, going down the chip aisle.

He hummed a random song to himself as his eyes scanned the shelves, looking for the snack in question. If he remembered correctly, they would be right about...

“Here,” Chani smiled to himself, holding the flashlight with his immobile hand -- you were still clutching onto his arm -- so he could grab the chips. “Grab as many as you can.”

“How do you expect us to hold onto bags of chips while we’re on a motorcycle?” you asked.

Chani paused, still gripping a bag of chips as he thought silently. “...Alright, let’s go find the backpacks first.”

You groaned, knowing this meant going deeper into the store, “Chaniiiii!”

“You shouldn’t be afraid,” he sighed, dragging you along down the aisle.

“Why, because you think there’s nothing in here that can hurt me?”

“No, because what’s in here that can hurt you can also sense fear.”

“Chani!”

-

With a backpack now on your shoulders that was filled with bags of the sweet ‘n’ spicy cheesy chips, you and Chani finally made your way out of the store to get on his motorcycle and go back to his place. But there was something waiting outside for you beside his motorcycle.

“When I heard that there were two people hanging out around the Super Mart,” the familiar officer mused as she walked toward you from her car, “I already knew it would be you two.”

“Hi, Officer Song,” you and Chani said in unison, in the same quiet but bored-sounding tone you always used.

Unfortunately for Officer Song, she was usually the one trying to keep up with the two of you. Pretty much every single officer in town and the neighboring city knew of the two of you, and none of them wanted to put up with your shenanigans. Between the dumb shit the two of you would say to annoy the officers in the cop cars, to the idiotic shenanigans that landed you in said cop cars to begin with, you were too much to handle for all of them. Except Officer Song, who was far too level-headed to freak out or get mad -- or if she was mad, she didn’t show it like the officers who would openly yell at you which only caused you and Chani to start giggling.

“Is there a particular reason the two of you were in Super Mart?” she asked. 

“Sweet ‘n’ spicy cheesy chips,” Chani told her brightly while you rolled your eyes.

“Wouldn’t those be out of date, Mr Kang?” she questioned.

“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed. “Who wants expired chips?!”

“I do,” he shrugged. “That’s why we were here, remember?”

You just rolled your eyes.

“Right...” Officer Song nodded, “and how did the two of you get into the store?”

“Picked the lock,” Chani lied with another shrug.

You went along with it, refusing to show any signs that he was lying. But you also knew that if Officer Song decided to search you, she’d find the key, know it belonged to the store manager, and that would also get Zuho in a lot of trouble.

Thankfully, Officer Song knew you were harmless enough to not have anything illegal on your person. She knew well enough you just did minor illegal things, so she never felt the need to search you since the first few times she had to come after you.

“Chani, you know very well that’s illegal,” she scolded.

“I feel like we have the type of relationship where I can be honest with you,” he told her, almost making you break into a smile and start laughing quietly.

Officer Song sighed. She knew the two of you were relatively harmless kids. You were just trying to have some fun. She knew you wouldn’t do anything to cause harm to others, so she couldn’t necessarily be mad.

“I’ll let the two of you off with a warning,” she decided, shifting her weight to one foot. “But no more breaking into Super Mart, and if you eat those chips, Chani, you deserve whatever happens to you.”

“That’s fair,” you nodded, and Chani just shrugged and nodded in agreement.

“Thank you, Officer Song,” the two of you said in unison once again, in the same weird tone.

“You drive safe,” Chani nodded to her, saluting her with two fingers.

She let out a small laugh through her nose, nodding back to the boy, “You too, kids.”

Officer Song waited in her car until the two of you drove off, just to make sure you weren’t going to loiter on the property. But as soon as you were on the back of his bike with both of your helmets on, Chani drove off toward his place.

-

Chani lived in a decently sized house with four other housemates. There was Hwiyoung, who you didn’t see often as he was always either in his room or just not around -- Chani said he often practiced for kickboxing tournaments at the gym. Taeyang, who was often threatening to kick out the other people in the house, but he might’ve been your favorite because of his sarcastic remarks -- especially toward Chani. Rowoon, who was almost always in the kitchen cooking for somebody because he always had to be taking care of somebody -- he was extra nice to you when you came over, and you didn’t know if you liked it or hated it. And finally, there was Dawon, who was the oldest but most immature in the house -- you really weren’t sure if he had lied about his age and that Rowoon was actually the eldest.

When you walked into the house, you could see the light in the kitchen was on, letting you know that Rowoon was definitely in there, as expected. The living room was occupied by Taeyang and Dawon, who were watching some kind of movie and bickering back and forth about it. And, as you predicted, Hwiyoung was nowhere to be seen.

“Chani!” Dawon cheered when he saw him walk passed the doorway to the living room with you following behind him. “Oh, surprise surprise, he brought _____ home again.”

Chani groaned, “Shut up.”

“Don’t be too loud!” Dawon called after the two of you as Chani stalked off to his room with you silently following along.

Once Chani shut the door tightly behind you, he let out a deep sigh. Why couldn’t Dawon just not tease him for two seconds? Even when you weren’t around, he didn’t let it go.

Thankfully for Chani, you always just chalked it up to people assuming the two of you had a thing for each other because you were always hanging out together.

“If you think I’m gonna share those chips with you...” you trailed off, giving Chani a funny look.

“We have regular snacks in the kitchen if you’d rather deal with Rowoon,” he informed you, not turning to look at you as he sat down at his desk with the backpack full of chips.

You walked up behind him, watching over his shoulder as he started taking a few bags out of the backpack, “What’re you planning on doing?”

“You’ll see,” he smirked, turning his head to look up at you. 

“You just have a plan for everything, don’t you?” you smiled as you retreated toward his bed, laying back on it.

“‘Course I do,” he chuckled.

“Even a plan to talk to that cute barista?”

Chani let out a groan, “When will you let that go?”

“When you give me a solid answer,” you replied.

“No, I’m not going to contact the barista,” he stated.

You shot up, staring wide-eyed at the back of Chani’s head, “What? Why? But you even said he was cute!”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna date him just because he’s cute.”

“Then get to know him!”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Why?”

Chani sighed, putting down whatever he was working on and turning his chair to face you, “Why do I have to date anybody? What if I wanna just be alone for a little while? Maybe I wanna just hang out with my friends and not worry about keeping up with a relationship.”

Despite all the weird shit you and Chani did, and the irrelevant things you’d say to each other, you and Chani did still have a close friendship where the two of you could tell each other anything. And it seemed whenever you slept over at his place, or vice versa, the two of you always ended up having at least one heart-to-heart.

“I mean, you didn’t really seem happy in your last relationship, anyway...” you recalled. Things with Chani and his boyfriend at the time seemed fine at first, but they started to quickly dwindle down in odd stages. “You never said what happened with you and him, either.”

‘I realized I loved somebody else.’

“I realized I didn’t love him,” Chani decided to say, which wasn’t necessarily a lie. “Plus, he didn’t like how you’d always say ‘be gay, do crimes’ because he thought it was ‘excessive and extra’, and I couldn’t be around that negativity.”

That pulled a laugh from you, which made Chani smile, too. 

“Y’know...” you began, pausing because you weren’t sure if this was too cheesy to say, but you were already have a semi-serious talk anyway, so fuck it, “if my significant other didn’t like you or get along with you...I’d drop ‘em.”

Chani’s eyes seemed to light up the tiniest bit, “Really?”

You nodded, “You’re my best friend, Chani. I wouldn’t pick anybody over you.”

He really hoped that statement would be true under any circumstance.

-

You woke up because of loud snoring in your ear. Chani’s snoring was something you’d gotten used to because of all the sleepovers, but between that and the sun streaming in through the windows, it was difficult to stay in your deep slumber.

Chani had fallen into bed beside you, but he was still awake when you’d inevitably passed out. His face was facing you, his cheek squished against the pillow. You felt his body shift slightly under your leg, only then realizing you’d sprawled out one of your legs to lay across his butt while you were sleeping on your stomach like he was. Still, he seemed to not mind it, sleeping soundly.

You reached over lazily, letting your hand drop onto Chani’s back before you started shaking him and groaning, “Chani. Chani, wake up.”

He just hummed in reply, keeping his eyes shut.

“Do you have work today?” you asked.

“Mm... Yeah...” he replied, his voice sounding even deeper from sleep.

You sighed, hoping he wasn’t going to have to go into the corner store.

“So then what’s the plan?” you inquired.

He peeked one eye open, a tired smirk crossing his features, “Crimes.”

You let out a sleepy laugh, letting your own eyes close again, “You just said you have work.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t ask if I was going to work.”

“Touche,” you yawned.

“Don’t yawn, you make me yawn,” Chani whined before letting out a wide yawn to match yours.

You laughed, pushing yourself to sit up and rolling to sit on your butt, “Should we see if Rowoon’s awake to make breakfast?”

Even half asleep, Chani knew it was a bad idea bringing you to the kitchen to have breakfast with his roommates. Unless he wanted to be embarrassed and possibly have Dawon or Taeyang say something to you that he really didn’t want them to say, it would be smart to not go ask Rowoon for breakfast.

“Let’s just grab something on the way,” he decided.

-

“Why are we at the principal’s house?” you asked, not moving to get off of his bike as you just stared at the house in question.

Nothing about Chani’s plan for crimes today had made much sense. First of all, he wanted to do crimes during the day. That meant it was more likely you’d get caught. Second, he grabbed all the sweet ‘n’ spicy cheesy chips and shoved them back into the backpack. They were all piled onto his desk this morning, and you still weren’t sure what he’d done to them, but it didn’t look like he’d eaten them. And now, he had brought them to the principal’s house.

“I have a plan for everything, right?” he asked, nudging you slightly to signal you to get off.

“I mean, I guess...” you shrugged as you finally swung your leg off.

“Then trust me,” he stated as he got off the bike and took his helmet off. He left it on the seat before facing you. “Gimme the backpack.”

You slid the straps off your shoulders and handed him the bag. He began walking up the driveway as you removed your helmet and jogged to catch up with him as he went up to the door. That was still a car in the driveway, but it wasn’t the sleek red one the principal owned. You figured he was working since it was daytime.

Oh, that was why Chani wanted to come here during the day. You still didn’t know why he wanted to come here to begin with, but you at least had one answer.

Chani rang the doorbell before taking a step back and waiting. The door opened, the principal’s son answering it. You recognized him as Jung Wooseok. He was a relatively laid back person, but he definitely wasn’t the brightest. You also knew he did everything he could to keep him and his dad separate while in school because he didn’t want people knowing they were related.

Wooseok scoffed as soon as he looked Chani up and down, “No way you actually got it.”

Chani smirked, holding the backpack out to him, “Way.”

You could see that glimmer in Wooseok’s eyes that he was hopeful -- for what, you still didn’t understand -- but still skeptical as he took the backpack and unzipped it. His eyes widened as he let out an excited gasp, ripping out one of the bags of chips and examining it. He squinted as he read something on the bag before he gave an impressed look to Chani.

“I thought these were impossible to get again, but you really came through, kid,” he stated. “Here.”

Wooseok reached behind the door and grabbed a plastic bag that was tied up. He handed it to Chani before nodding and shutting the door, keeping all the bags of sweet ‘n’ spicy cheesy chips that Chani had been looking for.

“Wait, what?” you asked as Chani simply turned and walked back down the driveway toward his bike. You finally ran after him, falling in step beside him. “You wanted those chips so badly just to give them to Jung Wooseok?”

“To get the underwear, yeah,” he nodded.

Now you were just absolutely lost.

You shook your head, “Wait, what?”

Chani hooked the handles of the bag on one of the handlebars of his motorcycle before he turned to you to explain, “We needed the principal’s underwear for our ultimate crime, right? Well, Wooseok’s the principal’s son. I asked Wooseok ahead of time if he could help me out with this thing I wanted to do, and he said he could get me his dad’s underwear if--”

“That’s a weird sentence...”

“--I could get him the sweet ‘n’ spicy cheesy chips that they used to sell at Super Mart -- but, they had to be in date. So I got the chips, painted the bags last night to change the dates, and gave them to Wooseok. Now we have the underwear, and our ultimate crime is set to go tonight.”

Chani finished his mic-drop-worthy explanation with a smirk and his arms folded over his chest. He looked at you, seeing your mind being blown just by watching your face. He was proud at how much he’d impressed you.

“You really do have a plan for everything,” was all you could think to say.

Chani grinned widely, “Pretty much, yeah.”

-

While you and Chani were waiting for night to fall, one of the things you did was go back to Starbucks. The cute girl wasn’t working, but the cute boy was, and your face immediately lit up, ready to start teasing Chani until you remembered what he had said to you the night before. You cleared your throat and carried on like you would normally.

“Oh, hello again,” the barista smiled, recognizing the two of you when you got to the register. “What can I get you two?”

You both ordered what you wanted, and Chani offered to pay this time since he ate your cake pop the day before. While you went straight over to the pick-up counter, the barista stopped Chani before he could follow behind you.

While you were grabbing straws for your drinks, you didn’t notice that the barista was talking to Chani. You didn’t hear how he asked Chani if he wanted to go out sometime, and you didn’t eavesdrop on how Chani turned the boy down, using you as his excuse.

“Uh, we’re...actually...dating...” Chani lied slowly, not liking the awkward conversation.

It wasn’t until you turned away from the straws and saw Chani walking over with his hands in the pockets of his jeans that you teased him for taking so long.

“Were you checking him out or something?” you snorted.

He just rolled his eyes and ignored you.

-

After what happened at Starbucks, you were convinced Chani was lying to you last night about not liking the barista. You were absolutely sure he must’ve just been embarrassed and didn’t want to say anything to you, so you were back on your bullshit of teasing Chani and trying to get him to ask the barista out.

“You know, I think talking about dating while I’m carrying the underwear of our principal is a little weird,” was all Chani commented as the two of you walked up to the front of the school.

Chani was carrying the plastic bag containing the underwear, and you were just skipping beside him and giggling about the cute barista that liked Chani, and who he obviously must’ve liked because he took longer walking away from the register.

“C’mon, what’s the real reason you don’t wanna ask out the barista?” you asked.

Chani sighed, “Didn’t we go over this already?”

“Yeah, but you lied,” you stated.

Chani’s eyes went wide, his cheeks starting to heat up as he looked at you, “W-wh-- ...H-how’d you figure that?”

“Because you were still at the register even though we’d already paid and stuff,” you shrugged. “So you obviously like him.”

Chani breathed a silent sigh of relief, realizing you didn’t actually know what he thought you did.

“Can we drop this for now?” he asked. “I’m gonna boost you up onto the statue base, and I want you to climb up and put the underwear on its head.”

The golden statue of the school’s mascot was still shining even though it was dark. There were four lights, one at each corner of the tall base, that shone on the statue. You weren’t sure why your school decided to treat this mascot like it was some sort of God, but you were about to disrespect it with the principal’s underwear, so what did it matter now anyway?

You put the handles of the bag around your wrist before placing your hands on the side of the large square base that the statue stood on. You put one foot in Chani’s hands as he squatted down.

“Ready?” he asked, and you nodded. “Jump.”

You pushed off the ground, as he pushed you up with your momentum. Your arms landed on the top of the base, and Chani continued to assist you in getting the rest of your body up. Once you were standing on the base, you looked up at the statue. You could probably climb it pretty easily with the way the mascot was positioned to stand, so you got right to it.

“Be careful!” Chani called up to you, watching as you started to climb the statue. “You might want to take the underwear out of the bag before you start climbing so you don’t have to try to do it when you’re at the top.”

You turned around to look down at Chani, “Where do you expect me to keep it while I’m climbing?”

Chani shrugged, “In your mouth.”

“Ew!” you whined. “I don’t even know if these are clean. Wait, did Wooseok give us clean underwear?”

Again, he shrugged, “I dunno, smell them.”

“No, you do it.”

“You’re the one who has them.”

Thankfully, you managed to come up with an idea. You took the underwear out of the bag, letting the empty plastic bag float down to Chani as you looped the underwear through the hair tie that was on your wrist. And then you began to climb.

Chani watched closely. He wasn’t really sure what he would do if you fell, but he also knew this wasn’t your first time scaling something. There were plenty of instances where you were the one to climb up trees, decrepit fire escapes, and even one time you had to climb up a stripper pole, but that was another story for another time. He believed in you to not get hurt.

“Mission,” you began as you held onto the statue with your legs and the hand that hand the underwear attached to it. You pulled it free with your free hand before placing the underwear on top of the mascot’s head like an ugly hat, “accomplished!”

“Heck yeah, _____!” Chani cheered with a laugh.

You climbed down carefully, feeling slight relief when your feet hit the base. You sat down with your legs off the side, looking down at Chani in front of you.

“Don’t let me break my legs,” you told him.

“I’ll do my best,” he promised, holding his arms up to you.

As you slid off, Chani caught under your arms and did his best to slow your momentum so you wouldn’t hurt yourself when you landed. He grinned at you proudly now that you were back on the ground in front of him.

“This is our best crime yet!” he laughed excitedly.

You turned around to admire your work. The legs of the underwear that moved softly in the breeze served as a makeshift flag, and you decided to salute it for shits and giggles.

“I pledge allegiance to the underwear,” you stated, keeping a serious face.

Chani laughed, imitating you, “We make a pretty good team, right?”

You turned back to Chani, seeing something about his expression seemed a little different. He definitely still looked happy, but now he looked almost...nervous. Only a little, but it was still noticeable.

You decided not to say anything about it, instead answering his question, “Well, duh. But what’re you gonna do when your new boyfriend starts--”

Chani groaned loudly. He couldn’t take it anymore. The only reason he’d done this impossible crime was because you had wanted to. He knew you’d be so impressed with him for putting it together, but you weren’t even enjoying it! You were just bringing up some barista that he had no interest in. You weren’t doing what he thought you would do, which was realize that Chani had done this all for you. You weren’t realizing how much you meant to him.

“Will you stop with that?” he asked. “I don’t like the barista, and I don’t want to date him!”

You were shocked Chani suddenly turned so serious and got upset, “But you like him!”

“No, _____, I don’t.”

“Why not?”

Chani grabbed your arms and pulled you to him as he brought his lips to crash into yours. You were taken by surprise by his actions, but your eyes closed on reflex, just like you were kissing him back on instinct.

...It was just instinct, right? Then why did it feel...kinda right? You’d never thought of Chani as anything more than your best friend, but maybe that was because the two of you were so close with each other that you didn’t feel the need to imagine it.

He pulled away after a few seconds, his face flushed as he looked at you.

“That’s why,” he said quietly. “You are why.”

Part of you wondered how you never realized that Chani felt this way about you. Another part of you knew Chani wasn’t one to show his emotions often.

“Am I an idiot...?” you wondered softly, looking into Chani’s eyes.

He nodded with a laugh, “Absolutely. Now tell me how awesome I am for organizing the ultimate crime for you.”

Chani opened his arms, closing his eyes and grinning as he waited for the oncoming praise. But instead, he felt your arms wrap around him, your body pressed against his in a hug.

But he wouldn’t complain about it. It was way better than verbal praise.

-

The principal was having a meltdown all morning that next day at school. Not only was his underwear on top of the mascot -- and he wouldn’t be able to get it until the janitors managed to find the right equipment to reach it -- but Chani had the idea of writing ‘BE GAY, DO CRIMES’ on the front of the base around the plaque that had the school’s name, date it was founded, and their slogan on it. Not only that, but he wrote the words in pansexual and bisexual colors, which had made you smile when he did it.

“_____!” a familiar voice roared while you were admiring your handiwork, surrounded by students that were giggling and laughing about it. You looked away from the statue to see Youngbin stomping toward you, his hand gripping Chani’s collar and dragging the poor boy behind him. “I know you two did this! I don’t know how you did it, but I know I told you not to do it.”

“Youngbin, do you really think Chani and I could manage to break into the principal’s house, steal his underwear, and then climb the statue to put it up there?” you scoffed.

“Who else says ‘be gay, do crimes’?” he questioned, gesturing with his hand to the vandalism on the base of the statue.

“The internet,” you and Chani shrugged in unison before smirking at each other.

“Alright, then answer me this: why is Jung Wooseok out to get Chani because he apparently made him sick with some discontinued chips from Super Mart?”

“How would I have gotten into Super Mart?” Chani quizzed, giving the older boy an innocent look.

Youngbin growled in frustration, looking like he was about to explode at any second, “I know the two of you had something to do with this, and when I figure out what it is, I’m gonna kill you two.”

As Youngbin stomped off, Chani moved to stand beside you and turned to wave at the retreating elder, “Good luck with that!”

You giggled, nudging Chani’s side, “We’re gonna give him angina at this rate.”

“He probably already has it,” he snorted as he turned to face you. “Anyway, I have a plan for today.”

You gave him an amused look, “What kind of plan?”

“Crimes.”

“Crimes that’ll top this?”

“Crimes that involve you, me, the bleachers by the baseball field, and skipping class,” he smirked, stepping closer to you and taking both of your hands in his.

“Eh, not as iconic as this, but still sounds like fun,” you teased with a giggle as his nose brushed against yours. “Count me in, Kang.”

And then Chani kissed you, right in front of the statue that now read ‘BE GAY, DO CRIMES’.

[joonyverse]

The President - Baekhyun (EXO) (Part 5)

A/N: Hello! It’s finally here! I know I take like LOTS of times to continue the series, and I’m really sorry for that :( Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this part! 

Summary: Being the youngest Minister is not easy, especially when it seems like the whole world is trying to go against you. Proving yourself is proven to be a difficult thing. But things had to get even more tangled when dark pasts are coming out, and truths are being unveiled

Genre: Drama, romance, fluff, angst

Warning: Age-gap (10 years), some curses, bad english, grammar error, unedited

notes: yln = your last name, yfn = your full name

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Byun Baekhyun x Female Readers

If you’re uncomfortable with age-gap relationship, please just scroll through it

Bottle of pill and a glass of water were placed at the side table on your side. Your TV was on, yet it was on mute. Your eyes were focusing on your phone, trying your best not to fall asleep. The clock showed ten minutes to seven in the evening. The doctor hasn’t allow you to work just yet. Being inactive makes you feel tired, spent, and sleepy for the whole day. You decided to use the time to complete the decoration of your new apartment. Smell of jasmine and pear fragrance filling the whole apartment just enough, not too much to sickening one’s smelling sense.

Seeing the clock on your phone, you finally got up from the bed to dress up semi formally. The president for some reason want to meet you at his home at eight o’clock. If it wasn’t for the fact that it might be for serious occasion, you wouldn’t even consider it.

After putting on some light makeup to make yourself look more presentable and do your hair a little bit, you decided that it’s finally time to leave.

Unlike usual, you don’t have Mina to accompany you that day. Not wanting to make her work when you’re going to have a late meeting. So, it was just you and your chauffeur in the car. It was a serene and nice drive.

As you stepped out of the car into the comfort of Baekhyun’s home, just like yesterday, his house-makers greeted you at the entrance. What different was they come out of the house as soon as they finished greeting you, gaining a raised eyebrow from you.

As you stepped into his living room, there was everyone, who in your thought, had been called for the same reason as you. 

There was the police deputy chief if you remembered his name was Jinyoung, someone who you recognized as a prosecutor, a judge that looks way too familiar yet you can’t pinpoint who was she, a lawyer that was known to be the president’s friend named Junmyeon if you remember that correctly, and of course Baekhyun himself was present. All of their eyes were on you.

“I’m so sorry for being late and making you wait” you apologized, which received a chuckle from them. “It’s okay, you’re actually just in time!” Junmyeon said to you as he pat the seat beside him, which is the only empty seat… and of course it has to be beside Baekhyun.

“Well, if it isn’t the president’s lover” the judge said, with a playful look on her face.

Too used of it at that point, you simply chuckled at the remark. “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduce myself, I’m y/n” you said, despite knowing they’re probably know that already. What surprises you was the surprises look on their faces. You might be a little bit way too observant than you would like to, but you can’t help it, not when they tried not to stare at Baekhyun in confused look. 

Clearing his throat, Baekhyun decided to break the ice. “Y/n, this is Sowon from Seoul’s prosecutor office, Judge Kang Minkyung, and you probably know this is Junmyeon, and that is Jinyoung” he said as he introduced them one by one while politely pointing at them to make it clear who was he’s referring to. 

You nodded in acknowledgement. Most of the people there actually look young, around your age, or a little bit older than you. You knew Jinyoung as he was your senior during university days, Sowon because recently she won a big case , Junmyeon as he was well known for being Baekhyun’s friend and a top tier lawyer, and yet somehow, you feel like you know MInkyung yet you don’t. Judging from the wrinkles that has formed on her beautiful skin, Minkyung was the oldest here.

“You guys probably already know why I called you here” Baekhyun started. “I formed a team to investigate the recent bombing tragedy” Baekhyun added, a little bit more solemnly.

You looked down. Memories of the moment it all happened come into the poor tired mind. You sighed down. You looked up, slowly looking into everyone’s faces one by one. “It’s… that serious?” you asked.

Sowon moved closer to the edge of the sofa she was sitting on, eyes on you. “You really don’t remember, do you?” she asked skeptically.

Before you could even ask what did she mean, Baekhyun and Minkyung cut in into the conversation. “Sowon, cut it down, give her time” they said something along that line, as they groaned.

“Excuse me, what do you mean?” You asked, confusion painted your face. “Do I have anything to remember?” you added.

Baekhyun had his hand rubbing at his forehead, frown was apparent in his face. “y/n” he called, caught your attention. He deeply look into your eyes, as if trying to plant assurance and search for something in you. “It’s nothing” he said with a tired smile.

You really did want to press on the matter. Not liking the situation where you don’t remember something, and yet it feels like everyone does. But you knew Baekhyun seems like he’s tired enough and just want to get into a more important matter now. And you respect that.

You pulled out some files that you had prepared beforehand, not wanting to go empty hand and not knowing into the meeting. “From the data I compiled, I realized that the method of the bombing, the bomb, the strategy, and the targets, it happened not only once but had happened so many times too in the past-“

“Hold on, how did you know how the bombing method that happened now? I thought I made a specific order to Mina to not report this to you until you finally can get back to work?” Baekhyun cut you off.

“I didn’t know you did that, which by the way is ridiculous as I can handle this, but I did my research, thank you” you said as you raised an eyebrow at him, not liking how he underestimated you, or so you thought. “And also, it was still not known whether it’s simply only one psycho that did it or a group of terrorist, because some of the proofs indicate that only one person is in the work, but yet it feels like a group that did it, and no terrorist group had claimed for it” you said.

“It was… a group of people and yet a person only” Jinyoung said, his eyes staring into nothing. 

You tilt your head in confusion. If you thought this meeting couldn’t get any weirder, well it just did. “”I’m sorry, what?” you asked for clarification.

Baekhyun and Minkyung exchanged stares. You nervously looked at them. You sighed can’t take it anymore. “I thought we are a team?” you said, voice raising. The rise in your voice caught everyone’s attention. “If we are a team just like what you said, I should be able to trust you, and you trust me, and yet, there’s so many secrets among us that feels important and yet you try to hide it, because if this is how this team goes, then I’m not sure I can work with you” you said.

No one responded. Not knowing what to say. But you felt like you already said what was needed to say. You sighed. It was final you thought. You got up from your seat, “That’s it, have a good evening everyone” you said.

“Wait, please sit down” Baekhyun said, stopping you from walking away.

“With all due respect, you make me feel stupid and dumb for not knowing, and when I asked, you all just give me an ambiguous answer, that don’t really answer my question, when trust is what we need” you said, anger radiates from you.

“I know, y/n, I know, so please sit down and hear me out” Baekhyun said.

“I’ve obeyed and respect you enough sir, but if I’m being treated like this, perhaps I rather go” you retaliated.

“Sit down! and hear me out!” Baekhyun shouted, shocked everyone in the room, well, except you.

“I tried to not raise my voice, at you, I really do sir” you said, in dangerously low voice. “I tried to make you understand my point of view” you added.

Baekhyun sighed. “You’re so fucking childish you know that? We have a so much important matter to discuss, and now we’re wasting time just because you can’t keep your stupid emotions at the bay” he said.

And you felt like that was the last straw. You’re done being treated like this. “I better go than stupidly waste your time, then” you said as you stepped away from the living room.

“y/n, stay, if you don’t want to hear Baekhyun out, you have to hear me out” a voice that you recognized as Minkyung’s said, stopping you in your track.

“Why? Why do I have to hear you out?” you asked.

“Because you’re being stubborn, letting your emotion get the best of you, and it’s important to you and also the case to hear me out” she said.

You turn your back, heading into the living room, and sat at the seat you just left.

“There’s still so many things we couldn’t explain to you, but when the time comes, it will comes to you and you will understand why, but we can’t, for now at least” she said carefully, trying not to tick you off.

“The terrorist, they called themselves Scorpion” Minkyung said. “We can’t… really explain why Jinyoung said what he said, but anyway, that’s what they called themselves” she added.

“How do you know that?” You asked.

Minkyung sighed. “I know, you’re trying to get to the root of it, to the very bottom, and it’s in your instinct to do so, but when we give you an information, please just take it as it is for now, no question, unless you have an information that you gained by your own self” she said.

Really, Minkyung’s explanation doesn’t make sense in your head. But deep in your heart, you knew she meant well, you didn’t know how, but you know she meant well. You just simply sighed.

“Investigation starts tomorrow, come to the address I’ll give you tomorrow after you put your absence in, in your own respective office, I expected you to come around 10am, show your faces in your office, and then come there” he said as he dismissed all of you.

It was early when you arrived at your office, not wanting to be swarmed by the media trying to get a piece of mind. You greeted everyone with a smile. Despite being early, some people were already there, you suspect they were cycling, judging by the outfits they wore and the change of clothes they brought. 

Stepping into your very own office, it feels like going back to school all over again. Where chaos now will really start. A pile of files were seen on your table, a long due paperworks probably you thought. You checked the watch that you wore, it was 7am. And so you decided to kill time by doing the works that you had left.

With a sigh, you plop down into your armchair. You open one of the file, reading every words carefully, You admit paperwork was never your favorite thing, but sometimes, situation force people into doing things don’t they? Without you realizing, you finally fall deep into your works, not paying attention to the surrounding, just you and the files.

Knock on your door waking you up from the deep concentration you were in. You can feel your brain starts to hurt at the amount of information it receives in a short span of time. “Come in” you said tiredly followed by a yawn.

Mina appeared from behind the door. A file was in her embrace. “It’s time” she said.

You immediately looked at the watch on your wrist. It was 9am now. You didn’t realize just how much time had gone as you were so focused on the job at hand. You got up from your seat and walking towards the door, when Mina gave you the file she had with her. “This is probably what you’re going to need” she said. You gave her a genuine smile. Mina is always helpful with you, and you can’t take her enogh. “Thank you so much Mina, you’re a life savior” you said. 

Mina gave you a smile in return. “i will need to stay her in case anything happen” she said as she gave you a pat on the back.

“Thanks, see you later!”

It was an interesting ride, really. Everything have to go through some security procedures. An officer had to be inside the car with you. Complicated and a little bit bothersome really, but you understood the need to. You had to be blindfolded, had they not ask politely, you would tell them off. It’s called the bunker for some reason. 

They took off the blindfold as soon as you arrived. You can see through the car window that this place is a huge underground basecamp or whatever that is. Lights were illuminating it, enlightened the ‘building’, replacing the lack of sun or any lights that usually came outside of the building that’s over the ground. 

In amazement, you stepped out of the car, eyes scanning the whole building. The building that people thought was a myth. That people don’t know when it was build even, but looking at it, they must took their time to build it. It was so well built really. “This way, ma’am” an officer said to you as she leads the way. Had you not in amazement, you would let out a remark over your disagreement on where people’s tax had gone to.

She lead you into a room, far into this underground building. It was almost at the end of the building. She knocked gently into the door, and you wonder, would people be able to hear it because every wall and everything that’s built here seems so thick. Not long after, the door was opened, revealing what seems like a meeting room. And there was Baekhyun sitting in the middle seat. She gave him a bow before she let you in and got out from the room.

You chuckled as you took your seat near Baekhyun. “Fancy basement huh?” you asked in teasing manner.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You called seventy million dollar underground building, a basement?” he asked in serious tone.

You rolled your eyes. “Geez, calm down grandpa, it’s a joke, if you want to be serious enough, I would complain on where people’s tax had gone to” you said in as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

He chuckled. “Fair enough” he said.

Not long after, the others came one by one. Many of them was complimenting the building, but also complaining about how bothersome the security protocols were.

“You know, I wonder why we have to go underground just to solve a bombing case, that certainly is not a confidential matter” you said. “But knowing you guys, you probably won’t tell me and get on the ‘you’ll know when you know’ bullshit” you added.

“As a matter of fact, that’s correct” Baekhyun said. “You’ll know when you know, lover” he teased. 

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, that’s like so last year” you groaned.

“And we’re still wondering whether it’s real or not” Junmyeon said, a teasing smile on his face. You groaned even louder.

“Oh come on! I don’t even know why those media did that! They’re dramatizing everything” You said followed by a sigh.

And then you saw Jinyoung and Sowon exchanging a knowing look before they look at you innocently. “Oh no, not you two” you said which earned a chuckle from them. “We said nothing y/n, nothing” Jinyoung said through his chuckle.

“Enough joking, now let’s get into it, what do you guys have on you?” Baekhyun asked as he eyeing the documents all of you brought.

You look at the documents in front of you. You read the words on the document carefully. Doing a quick scanning on what the documents are about. Some of them date to so long ago, and some of them are more recent. Just when you thought this case can’t get any more interesting. “Whoever did it, they’ve been doing it for so long” you said.

Photos were attached to each files. Photos of the scene, photos of the corpses, photo of the bomb’s debris. As you read the files, you realized the lack of survivor in this case. You frowned in wonder. “No one survived?” you asked.

And suddenly, all of them look towards each other with knowing look. And it makes you feel dumb all over again. You slowly sighed, trying not to be loud. You rolled your eyes before focusing back into the documents.

Hours of reading make any normal humans dizzy of course. You can feel your eyes burning and begging to be closed. But yet, your ambition and motivation won’t let you. Every time your fatigue almost won over you, you quickly motivate yourself to let it be open for more minutes.

Until finally, something caught your eyes. After thousands of words, hundreds of pages, finally, something caught your attention,

Scarlet Reapers.

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Mortal Kombat: Return To Of Kombat Shrines

     Johnny Cage wiped sweat and angrily licked his upper lip, “So now is time of glory fighting, do you enjoy pain sandwiches?” Reptile looked down then up, then right, then at Johnny, then thought for a moment, then slightly bent his right knee. “If it is delicious swipings you like, then pain it is to your personal area parts!” Reptile slightly moved his foot and a small plume of dust was swept up. “See?”, said Reptile looking down at the ground. “See what?”, said Johnny. “Sorry, I was checking my massages.” Reptile now furious yelling: “Did you no like my dance moves?! If you were not so busy with your stupid, silly, awful, annoying, amusing, time consuming, absurd, benign, delightful and awful yammering you would have witnessed a thing that would have made you aware of it existing. Johnny, once more involved in a text with his agent looks up and raises his right eyebrow so it is higher than his other eyebrow, the other eyebrow is located on the opposite side of his cranium. The main idea is that there are two eyebrows and the one he is moving is the current one described now. “Well I...” Reptile interrupts while Johnny is speaking just now a moment ago: “Shut up you stupid pud!” Johnny stops moving, puts his hands at his sides and Reptile does the same, neither of them continues to move and stares silently at one another...day turns to night.......

MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!!

Sonya slowly roused from sleep in her room which the sun was coloring a golden shade of yellow, her hair lay about her carefree and flat, like pancakes left on a stove. The pancakes were delicious but there were more made than needed, so some were saved with Tupperware. With a majestic stretch, she raised up from her bed and arched her well toned body showcasing her physique and at the apex letting out a horrendous fart: “PLBBBBBBBBBBBIP!!!!!! It violently shook the adjoining wall. “Really Mom? What the fuck you smelly fucking bitch?! I swear to God after the first 3 games you just let your shit go and do you know how embarrassing it was having to go to school explaining that you were on medication while shouting: “ERUAGHHHUHEEEHHUHHH!” While ripping off men's heads and pissing on their ashes?” Cassie was a typical asshole teenager who was spoiled and smelled like gum and hairspray, even after raising her to be a man she still insisted on being a bitch. Cassie is painfully aware of how stupid it was for her mother to have bred with her father, although to be fair he was the only normal person with a normal penis in the tournament (Kano had a metal cock and Jax was...look Sonya is a racist okay? She wouldn't date Liu Kang, she wouldn't even date Quan Chi due to his Jewish heritage.) “You had your pick Mom, you stupid fucking cunt bag, you could have banged a thunder guy, or even sold your soul to a sorcerer with erectile disfunction and I would be able to kill fuckers with my magic queefs with green magic clouds or some shit. Noooo, instead I have some stupid ass drone and shoot people in a martial arts tournament.” Sonya had been silent up till this point, she had been busy breathing in her flatulence as she found it absolutely fantastic, she loved breathing her own fart gas, especially early in the morning after a night of drinking and eating peanuts. “Cassie, you are a whore, a fucking mistake, we actually were using condoms AND I was on birth control AND had a diaphragm inside me yet we still somehow got fucking cursed with you.” Sonya picked a small booger from her nose, smelled it and flicked it with fury at her daughter where it hit the wall with a shower of gross sparks. “You were a mistake and so was I, we all were because I recently found out Kano is my actual father so yeah, our family is a shit show even by Outworld's standards.” Cassie and Sonya both shake hands and salute, the entire room is suddenly engulfed with flames.

Outside...”Thank God we got out of that”, said Cassie. “You can say that again.”, said Sonya. ”Thank God we got out of that”, said Cassie. “You can say that again.”, said Sonya.”Thank God we got out of that”, said Cassie. “You can say that again.”, said Sonya. “So Mom, are you finally ready to admit you are a stupid whore?”, Cassie looked at her Mom for a response. “Yeah totally am slut.”, Sonya smiled and revealed she was missing 3 teeth, making her smile resemble a hobos. Sonya then let out a battle cry: “Lalalalalalala!!!” Cassie looks up, then down, turns around once, then back at her Mother. “Why did I just do that?” Sonya glares seriously into the distance at a nearby tree. “It's because you are a warrior, because you understood what that thing was to know. When instructions were handed out and mailed, they were hard to understand due to being comprised of small pictures with no words. We all still were able to assemble the furniture ourselves but I will never forget it, that is when I knew you were the un-chosen one, the one who was supposed to know the thing. Then all this other stuff happened, and I am also hungry now.” Cassie looks like a cat who was wet but then became dry and hoarsely replies: “Then, we dine in Hell tonight! My little kettle corn Mommy Mom!!!” Now different things happen to other characters too.

Scorpion grabbed at the brown tube which had become the ultimate opponent with a scrap of white barely hanging onto the edge of the roll. “Damn!”, Scorpion reached out and snatched the tube off the holder with a soft loving gesture. “By the fires of unholy eternal Heck, this is less than what I desire!” He then goes through a painstaking task of peeling back enough cardboard to cover his hand and reluctantly lowers his palm to relieve his stinky shameful horrible waste he was naughty enough to expel because he is bad and a devil person. “Whew it sure is smelly in here now!”, waving his hand in a circular, counter-clock wise and sideways motion he sang a sad, uplifting ditty: “Iiiiiiii juuuuuussst tooook a craaaaapp, iiiiiitt waaaas reallllly baaaaaddd, it buuuuuuuurrned my deeeeemonic aaaaaassss and nooooowww I am saaaaad.” He exited with a mighty flush as his enemy faced him down right outside the door. “I need to shit too once in a while dickhead.”, Sub Zero was not pleased, ever since this uneasy peace it seemed there was never a free moment to use the bathroom. “What are you doing in there anyway? It is not like you are jerking off, your dick was burned off years ago.” Scorpion erupted in a bout of flame and was now a skeleton. “Nooo, I can't, should we talk about what happened to your appendages? Or is it too soon to mention the ice tray incident?” Sub Zero became sad and cried tears which froze before being able to escape his stupid cold face. “You do not know what it is like, shrinkage was a real issue and you know how it makes me feel. Can we not do this right now please?” “Oh all right, I supposed you have been helping me with my baths and daily feedings, ever since we moved into this apartment I have begun feeling like you do not hate me anymore, you never rip off my head, you are always criticizing me and it makes me hot...not in a good way either. Sub Zero set down his knitting and looked at his friend, “Look, I really still need to use the bathroom okay?” “Then use it.”, said Scorpion. “I will.”, replied Sub Zero with a pep in his step as he pranced to the bathroom angrily. Sub Zero then uses the bathroom. Having finished using the restroom, Sub Zero returns to the couch and resuming knitting while humming: “Dun dun da dun da dun da dun da dah. Duh da du da duh da, (murmering) mortal kombat” Scorpion now in human form once more slaps his right knee past his thigh, but not quite the very tip of his knee, about 4 inches away from the front of his leg where the human knee joint is usually located. “See? No hate, just some odd couple bullshit...you used to be cool man.” Both beginning humming together as we slip out quietly...I mean really who wants to watch that? They are like a married couple.

II

Lament of Badgers

Liu Kang looked out over Edenia, a sprawling and beautiful land, with its sparkling waters and happy squirrels. He then put down the magazine and observed his dreary surroundings. The apartment was in his Mother Sui Kang's name not his own so he could not help but try to follow the rules, no loud chewing, no spiked arm bands on the couch and the worst rule of all, no fighting. There was water running, in fact it had been running for too long now... “Kitana! Are you almost done washing our produce yet?” “Almost my little Egg Foo Hung!” God he hated that nickname, yes he had a huge dong, but it was not the most mighty of the Wangs, Goro held that title. “Did you check the mail K? I was too busy rehearsing for my graduation speech.” Kitana laughed crazily and did a back flip, “I am so glad to be who I am! And yes I checked the mail and no you did not get anything, hehhhahahahahahaaaa!” Liu Kang stood up with speedy and fresh air while flossing shouting: “You disrespect the fish you get the whole thing, you wanted to see, you dreamed so hard like a fighting fish of glory. So now what say the opponents?” Kitana rose in the air on one leg while posing with her hands clasped and began to sing “Shake shake shake senora shake your body line.” and while gyrating was also firing a Desert Eagle at her husbands feet. “For fuck's sake what is wrong with you? You crazy ass bitch, we are gonna get evicted now cut it out!” Kitana descended to the ground and scratched at the wood, she scratched until her fingers were bleeding. Liu Kang watched for a few moments and then bowed, back flipping out of the room while letting out small “Wudap!” and “Wah!”.

Keys were heard jingling the doorknob. “Waiyaiyaiyaiyaiiiiiiii!!!” It was the landlord, must have gotten off early. She flung herself into the room, then backwards down the stairs and out into the road. A passing car honked its horn loudly, Sui stood up and lifted the vehicle over end like it was made of paper. People scattered in fear as she walked up to the window of the car where a man was stammering and shaking. She pointed her bony dirty green finger in his dumb stupid face, then turned and ran back up the stairs, then fell back down the stairs, then went to the local corner store for a candy bar, then returned to the stairs, she then carefully went up them and hopped over the last one, she was not going to fall for that shit again. Entering the room to find filthy empty food containers and dirty diapers stacked in the corner. “ I am home you lazy no good doo doo Kang!” Her screams filled the room and Liu Kang smiled warmly, “Hey Mom, did you check the mail? I am waiting for a collectors edition mug with a map of how to get to the new island for the chess tournament I told you about. His mother punched a hole in the wall, lit a cigarette while bouncing a basketball with her arm still in the wall, she took a drag and no smoke ever came out. “I know how deep this goes, there is no chess tournament, you must have gotten drunk with rent again right?” Liu Kang looked into a nearby mirror, winked, wiped his face, noticed his left eyebrow was getting long again and plucked a hair, then procured a shaver and removed the entire thing. “Oh no now I look not like a furious fighting man of burning muscle punches anymore. “Oh you look so handsome, like a suitable rental car with extra seat room!” His mother was now juggling firey blades and a cat. “Mom why do you always know just what words are said?” She swung a samurai sword at a watermelon in mid-air. “From here on out I will never talk like a boondalungaloo again. I am sorry that you are such a little baby bitty beep beep blop ploopy bloopy blee. It is the only way to center your Chihuahua.”

Liu Kang nodded and quietly painted his finger nails hot pink, he stopped to apply a small sticker of a baby chick to his index nail. “Kitana, thank you so much for this color it is striking, get it?” Kitana burst into the room wearing an overcoat and a bullet proof vest. “I am happy you like it, to make others happy is the motto of the badger!” Liu Kang fought to prevent vomiting as he drank a glass of rotten milk. He looked at a picture of himself on the wall, “Badger? What are you talking about?” Kitana set her puppy down and it ran backwards to its kennel. “You know silly, the Lament of Badgers Festival. It is what precedes Mortal Kombat in the hood bitch.” Liu kang took a long drink of chunky sour milk, “By the Gods why am I drinking this? Yeah I forgot, oh well, guess it is time for DVR watching. Liu Kangs ugly stupid fingernails tapped the remote lightly. He list-fully opened the viewing guide and selected his library, then navigated to settings, system and updates and then moved down 3 places to select update check, the screen flickered and he was back at the previous menu. Liu watched as his TV levitated off the ground and fell, shattering like a pillow dropped on bags. “Liu Kang you silly sad Sally! Get the fuck up and train now!” Raiden was standing in front of him smoking a blunt and wearing a pimp coat, his hat replaced with a bandanna. “And yo stupid asses better have my rent by the first...bitch.” He was instantly gone in a puff of green smoke, a small fire had been started by his lightning feet of fury. Liu Kang had to act fast, he threw Kitana's cat at the fire and it took out a cat sized fire extinguisher out of its suitcase and sprayed coolant, putting out the fire. While flying through the air it had also pissed for the length of the throw, not of fear but vengeance. “Now I leave you with my mighty piss stain to remind you of the day you crossed me, Sudakai Hiroki!” The cat struggled his paw to flip the bird to the human and left, making sure to slam the door. “But your name was Fluffles.” Liu Kangs eyes welled up with tears as he chopped an onion furiously with care. The door burst open, and Sudakai looked like a fire dragon as he said “That was never my name, you are so stupid man really, no one likes you. You are cheap, you are always yelling some unintelligible shit and spamming, sorry bro but fuck you. I forgot my nip.” The cat had snatched his satchel of kitty cat mowie wowie and fled slamming the door. Liu Kang cried this time out of sadness as the cat had also made off with the rent...oh well...it wasn't the first time.

[hwalovs]

Case File #478-597 (1)

(sorry for any errors!)

Summary: With every will, there was a way. For Mark and his team of misfits, any way possible meant he could keep them safe for a little while longer. Just until he could find a place for relocation, with the police slowly closing in on them faster and faster, his will and his ways out are slowly diminishing one by one. Mark can only see two options if the police find their location, and both aren’t pretty.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, character death, drug use, suicidal themes, kidnapping, sexual themes (no smut though I’m not nasty), near death experience, Fluff, ANGST.

teaser 1 

Sitting at the table, (y/n) finishes off her snack. Standing only to throw the wrapper away when her brother walks through the door, slipping off his jacket and running both hands through his dark hair. Turning and walking into the kitchen, (y/n) gives him a smile before making her way into the living room. “I don't want you leaving this house for a few days, at least not without me” He suddenly says, making her turn her head to him, she raises an eyebrow and gives him a small “What?”

“There's this gang running around Seoul now, I don't want you going out when i'm not with you” He says more slowly, staying in the entrance of the kitchen while (y/n) finally processes what he's saying. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be safe, I've been out later than 2, remember?” She questions, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and turning on the TV. A new channel was on reporting about a shooting that happened a few hours ago. She only watched for a few moments before her brothers name and the name ‘NCT’ appeared on screen.

“I wasn't at the shooting, I got there after it ended. Only a few people were injured, this is exactly what i'm talking about, (y/n)! I don't know what these men are capable of!” He said “That happened over in Seoul, we don't live near there” She stated stubbornly.

“(y/n) all I’m saying is to be safe,” Hyung-gu states, leaning against the arch leading to her kitchen. His hands were stuffed in his dress pants pockets, shoulders relaxed and business shirt slightly wrinkled from being worn all day. (y/n) stayed on the couch, facing towards the TV where she was watching one of the random dramas that was on that night. Her arms were crossed and feet found perched on the couch with her.

“And all I'm saying is that i'm not a child anymore, you shouldn't be so worried about me.” (y/n) spoke with a slight tone of annoyance, why would her brother worry so much if she was an adult?

“You’re 17, (y/n). That doesn't make you an adult,” He replied, walking towards her just to rub her head, she was tempted to swat away his hand, but her ego was hurt by the fact he didn’t see her as an adult.

“When you turn 18, then you’ll be an adult. I have to go back to the station. Don’t leave. I’ll be back before 12.” With that he turns and leaves the small apartment they both called home. (y/n) Slouched, heaving out a sigh. Her bangs tickling her eyelids. A small ‘meow’ caught her attention, looking down to see her cat.

“Fucking Hyunggu, what a bitch.” she grunted, patting her cat on the head. Standing up and walking to the kitchen. Her brother, Kang Hyung-gu, was only a few years older than her. A few months back he asked her if she would like to come to Seoul for a new start. ‘To get away from all the boring people at home’ he stated over the phone to her one night before Christmas. After coming, she was enrolled into Seoul Performing Arts, her brother paid for it with the inheritance money from their grandparents. She had gotten her cat right after moving in, going out to town with her brother was the first thing to do on their to-do list. When they passed by the pet shop, an older white cat caught her attention. The owner of the shop said the cat was sick, and needed somebody to stay with until it was her time. (y/n) didn’t hesitate to get the cat. Hyung-gu didn’t tell her about the quickly rising gang that moved to Seoul, or that they now have multiple offences racked up against them, or that they’ve gotten more and more active since she’s arrived.

Glancing into the pantry, she glared at the empty shelf that once held her favorite ramen. She then turned around and opened the fridge door, glaring at the empty self that once held her favorite cheese. She walks back into the living room, picking up her phone and checking the time. ‘9:29 PM’ it read, she pouted at the clock. The closest store near her closed at 9:30, but the small convenience store was only 4 blocks away. It was the opposite way that the store was, and it took around 15 minutes to get to just from walking.

“I’ll be back before 12.” she said silently to herself, she didn't care about what her brother said, they lived closer to the outskirts of the city anyways. What could go wrong?

She put her phone in her back pocket and walked back to her room to get her wallet, picking it up and taking a $20 bill out of it and throwing her wallet onto the messy bed. Her walls were painted white, a desk was in the corner with a stack of textbooks on it, and there was a few shirts and skirts discarded on the ground. She went into her closet and pulled out a blue jacket, it kept her warm on chilly nights like these. She walked towards the door and slipped on her flats, her fuzzy socks showing. Slipping out the door and being sure to lock it behind her, struggling for only a moment before stepping away and walking towards the elevator. Hands fumbling with the keys until she was able to put them into her pocket, stopping to press the down button on the keypad. It only took a few moments before the door opened, she steps in and presses the floor key. Pulling out her phone and scrolling through her social media, liking posts her friends made, or random pictures she found interesting on the explore page.

The elevator stopped at the ground floor and she made her way out of the apartment building, waving a goodbye to the door man.

“Where are you off to, Ms. Kang?” He questions, he was an older man, wrinkles by his eyes and the scarf around his neck looks knitted.

“I told you to call me (y/n), Daehyun. I'm going to get ramen, i'll be back soon!” (y/n) yells out to him, already a little ways away from the apartment building. The apartment building the two siblings lived in was a higher class one, there were three receptionist, a doorman, a car garage, and around 40 floors. The two lived in the higher part of town, but still on the outskirts of seoul.

Walking around the corner a few building away from hers, she bumped into a boy. Glancing back to see who it was, all she was met with was a boy with his hood up, he stood taller than her, wore ripped skinny jeans and was walking next to a boy to him stood just as tall, his hood was down revealing a mop of messy brown hair. She rolled her eyes and continued on her way, she turned another corner and saw the store she was going for, but the lights were out and the sign read ‘closed’

“Fuck,” (y/n) said quietly, running her fingers through her hair. Bangs falling back into her eyes as she turns back around to walk back home, she’ll just have to wait until tomorrow morning to get her cheesy ramen. Walking back towards the building, she stops short when she hears aggressive voices nearby. She glances around a corner, the dark alleyway being illuminated by the moonlight. She froze in her spot when she saw the two boys from earlier pushing a boy their height against a wall, faces getting close and shoulders getting tense. She saw the boy against the wall quickly pull out a gun, the black sleek metal shining against the little light. Fear rising in her veins when the other boy who she bumped into pull a long, slender knife from his pocket. The gun started to shake, she knew the young boy was scared. The boy with the knife was quick, the knife diving in and out of the boys stomach, shocked yells being stopped short by his hand. The gun was ripped out of his hand by the brown headed boy, he just stood and watched. (y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine when she saw the young boy slide down the concrete wall, blood beginning to pool on the dirty ground. The boy with the knife wiped off the blade on the dead boys shirt, sliding it back into his pants. (y/n) dropped her phone out of shock, grabbing both boys attentions. The brown haired boy raises the gun towards her, the barrel trained right at her head, his eyes seemed to glow in the night, he looked like a panther ready to attack. “Don’t fucking move.” He said, aggression and sternness slicing through the air gruffly. (y/n) takes a step back, but she backed into another body. Turning around to see if it was another person to save her. A blonde headed boy stood in front of her, eyes just as dark as the boys in the alleyway. 

“Wrong place, princess” He said before covering her mouth with a cloth, she quickly holds her breath. Her brother told her not to breath if this happened, his other arm came around her shoulders, yelling to the other boys to help him. Two more sets of hands were grabbing at her arms now, she was scared, fear and adrenaline running through her veins. The blonde headed boy stares her in the eyes, his eyes looked soft after taking note she was holding her breath.

“Common, take a breath for me”

She couldn't, why? Her lungs burned with the need to breathe, she began to cry with need. She's never felt this pain before, the boys nails were digging into her arms to stop the struggling. Finally, she gave in. She breathed in a long breath and saw his face fade into nothing.

Part two coming soon!

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holding myself accountable for being a hot bitch with retail therapy addiction

hello idek i just need to push myself to write something here. anyways it been hard to do anything productive lately. i badly want to see my friends in naga. especially jence is now staying in naga. maybe soon i can have the time and opportunity to go back to naga for a while and see friends and stuff! HEHE omfg i really want to see them because i want to hang out and somehow catch up w theeem i dont want to over think it and it wont go the exact way i want it i know but like!!!! HNGGG i just want to be freeeee and have friends. apparently i really dont vibe with people i meet here in legazpi. they have a different set of values from mine and making pilit na maging jam friends with people like them wont just make anythign good happen. might end up disastrous or shit. anyways gusto ko lang ng friends and shit because nakakapungot na bestie puros ako online firneds kaya nadadrive ako to being addicted to devices para manlimos ng attention from friends to compensate for the lack thereof hahahahahhaha omfg ang galeng. also putangina ang init?

okay update i kinda got an updated closet. most of my shit are now maninipis na stuff like spaghetti straps and the likes. tapos mga halter tops ganean. ALSO! diba i read my old entries dito.. MERON NA AKONG COMBAT BOOTS, MGA HAMPASLUPA! HAHAHAAHA ANG GALENG KO kaso... wala nang laman gcash ko huhu

so eto randomthot lilista ko things i need and i want to do:

1. shop at shopfreakyfriday for the ff: -thigh belt -corset body shaper - heart leather choker - fishnet gloves - badass leather gloves - fishnet stockings 2. shop at the fake tatt shop for the ff: - small dragonfly or butterfly tatts for the collar bone part - tatts for the sleeves

3. Pay your insurance !! 4. Pay your internet !! (paid na yung May kaya ang next billing naman is for June kaso pag dumating na bayaran na kaagad para guds) 5. Load GCash para may pambayad bills. BILLS HA HINDI DAMIT TANGINAMO GAB DAMI MO NANG GASTOS NGAYONG MONTH! Mga Gastos na Naaalala ko: a. Utang ni deo AHAHHAHA (590) b. Binili kong bustier dress, boddyhugging top, skull skirt, + shipping fee (465) c. Binili kong tatlong damit sa clothingsph kasali shipping ang maganda lang naman yung angel halter top (480) d. Combat boots from jupiterspacemnl + shipping (1565) e. dehins ko na alm basta umuutang si daddy kaso pumapasok naman pera nya sa account ko so dehins ko alam mare lalo na nakay mommy yung atm card ko di ko alam current balance ko basta ang nagalaw ko palang naman sa pera ko yung wala HAHAHAH TANGINA SORRY EWAN icecredit ko na ba sa amount state ko sa taas sa scholarship ko? 12.5k lang naman eon e AHAHSdhaSdha omfg..,.,. ----------- TOTAL : 3100 dehins pa kasali yung iba kong tig gastos with real cash. lahat ean mostly gcash money. gegu pareh di pako nakakabayad sa insurance ko malapit na matapos grace period ko omgosh... ayoko man kulitin si deo ng utang nya at may ano sa ngipen hahsdakjhsdkjahjh tanginah 6. Gawin ang backlogs!!! HAHAHAH tangina gab nalista mo yong mgan asa taas na yan pero dehins mo nalista backlogs mo? eto: BACKLOGS! tapos na mga barkada mo sa backlogs nila iosen mo baccla bat ka nagpapahuli para kang loser : a. art app dance b. art app edit c. art app act d. art app finals e. nstp collage f. nstp accomplishment g. nstp narrative h. pe collage i. pe reggae j. pe chacha So ayon! kita mo yan baccla? iosen mo 10 naman na lang backlogs mo makaka do whatever you want ka na.

7. Submit CV application form pls sana tuloy pa yun para eme eme na aq here HAHAHA pero tangina kung may makita akong match from tinder/bumble. ewan kabugin nalang naten sila ng cboots naten, mareh! tangina naman nila mayon lang meron dito. hehe chourot labyu legazpi people *rolls eyes* charot ulet 8. Get iPhone repaired (4,000.00 nga lang HAHAHA kunin mo nalang baccla sa scholarfunds) 9. Exercise daily! Walang palya sana mars tangina 20 mins lang naman hinihingi sayo nkklk ka ang tamad beh anong loser behavior yan? Dehins tayo magkakabetter self kung dehins mo aalagan boddie mo. Need den yan para maka fish ki sugardaddy hehe.

10. Drink water everyday! Sana maka at lest 3-5 finished bottles a day ka. Partida kahati mo pa nean si chichi. Mas magaling pa si chichi uminom ng tubig sayo. Pag gindew tuloy hala labo labo tangina ano yan bhe? 11. Log in here in tumblr to monitor progress for all the shit

12. Follow the healthy steps!

13. Buy a FUTON!!!!!

14. Wallpaper-up the cabinets.

15. Place up again the LED lights

16. Buy at least one neon light display maybe rainbow/unicorn 17. Detox again! 18. Work on being a morning person. Only have one cheat night a week tho that could mess up your bod clock but u can make it work if u put your mind into it. 19. Morning person = do work in the morning ASAP, since u productive that way :)

20. Go home at naga look for the uwu jacket + makipaghang out with frands 21. Eat on time!!!!!! Pag tinawag kumain baccla, kumain ka haup 22. Ice Heat Exfoliation Skin care every week!!!

23. GET SLEEP BITCH! Tips for quality sleep:

Stick to a regular sleep/wake schedule.

Exercise. Try to get 20-30 minutes of exercise a day

Develop a nighttime routine that allows you to wind down. Engage in calming activities, such as reading, stretching, meditation, relaxation exercises, coloring, or journaling.

Limit blue light exposure and use amber glasses. The light from our phones, computers, tablets, and lightbulbs is what’s called blue light.

Have a fucking futon.... and get another pillow!!!

24. Fix POSTURE 25. Fix BLOAT 26. ean muna hehe hirap talaga tanginah charot stay more downstairs!!!!! para dehins tamarin and dehins mainit and scene

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Runaway ➳  Min Yoongi X Reader

Chapter Nine:

Runaway Masterlist

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Suga) X Reader

Paranoia ➳ unjustified suspicion and mistrust of other people.

"Stay away from me!" I screamed, running towards the door, only to be stopped by a tight grip on my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" Damon snarled, tightening his grip on my wrist.

"Away from you" I spat, attempting to tug my wrist from his hand.

"I think you're forgetting who you belong too" He snapped, tugging me towards him until we were face to face.

"I don't belong to anyone, so let go of me!" I yelled, kicking him in the shin and turning for the door until a foot tripped me, making me fall to the ground.

Damon let out a twisted chuckle, jumping on top of me and pinning my wrists down.

"Say that again!" He screamed, spit flying onto my face.

"I don't belong to anyone" I smirked, making him angrier.

Bad move.

A sharp slap hit my face, before hands wrapped around my neck.

"You're going to regret that" He whispered into my ear, his grip tightening.

My eyes shot open, making me sigh.

Another nightmare.

The nightmares had lessened, mainly happening when I was alone.

I never had them when I was with BTS, nor did they come when I was with Ji-Yeon.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I sat up.

I was terrified.

Especially as soon as my phone buzzed.

Hesitantly, I grabbed my phone, unlocking it.

I let out a relieved sigh as I saw it was Yoongi.

Yoongi: Hey, I'm picking up some food, do you want any?

I smiled, my cheeks warming up as I read the message.

Y/N: I'm good, I'll just make something later

He immediately replied, almost as if he was waiting for my reply.

Yoongi: I hope you know I'm getting you something anyway

Y/N: Yoongi!

Yoongi: Y/N.

Laughing, I tossed my phone onto the couch, as I flattened the messy pieces of my hair.

A few minutes later, a loud knock echoed through my apartment.

I quickly headed to the door, opening it with a smile on my face.

"Hey" I greeted, widening the door to allow Yoongi to enter.

"Hey" He replied, heading straight towards the kitchen.

"I have lamb skewers" He announced, placing the bag on the counter.

"The moneys on the side," I said, nodding towards my purse.

Yoongi turned to me, staring at me with a neutral look on his face.

"Do you really think I'm going to take your money?"

A small smile made its way onto my lips, embarrassed by how sweet he was.

I was scared.

Damon started out like this, but a few months into the relationship, he changed drastically.

"Are you okay?" He asked, noticing the frown on my lips.

"I'm fine, just thinking," I said, forcing a smile, something I did a lot in Y/H/T.

"You look worried," He said, making me panic.

How did he know me so well?

"It's nothing, just overthinking" I shrugged, walking towards him in the kitchen.

"So, lamb skewers?" I asked, attempting to change to topic.

Luckily, he didn't seem to pick up on what I was doing and gladly turned the conversation onto lamb skewers.

"Yeah, you like them, right?" He asked, holding some out for me as I nodded.

"Yeah" I grinned, taking it from him.

After we had our food, we made our way back into the lounge, eating on the couch in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming from some k-drama on the television.

Around twenty minutes later, the two of us finished our food and were sat back on the couch watching some k-drama, Yoongi's arm laid across the couch behind me.

"So, what are you doing tomorrow?" Yoongi asked, turning his attention away from the tv, towards me as I did the same.

"Nothing, I don't think. I'm not working, so nothing. Why?" I smiled, facing him.

"I'm taking you out, on our first official date," He said, returning my smile.

"Oh?" I blushed, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, 2?" He offered.

"Sure" I nodded, as he smiled, before turning his attention back to hello my twenties.

"Kang deserves better" I sighed, turning off the show.

"I agree" He nodded, stretching as he sat up.

"She's hot though" I joked laughing.

Yoongi chuckled, leaning over me, his hands gently gripping my wrists as he hovered over me on the couch.

My heartbeat sped up at this action, as I took deep breaths.

It's just Yoongi, he won't hurt you.

It's just Yoongi.

"How rude" He smirked, his face lowering.

"Should I be jealous?" He asked, his voice lowering along with his face.

"I don't know, should you?" I whispered, before his lips pressed against mine in a gentle kiss.

Immediately, I kissed back, his hands letting go of my wrists as I wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer.

We both smiled as he pulled away, placing a quick kiss on my lips again, unmoving.

"When does your shift start?" He whispered, a small smile on his lips.

I quickly glanced at the clock beside us, reading the time before replying.

"An hour" I whispered, running my hand through his soft locks.

He let out a light hum, pressing his lips against mine once again.

An hour passed quickly, with Yoongi and I flicking through different shows until I had to leave.

I quickly headed to my room, changing and heading back to Yoongi who was placing a mask and glasses on his face.

"You ready?" He asked, making me nod and I finished tying my shoes.

The two of us left my apartment, walking towards truffles.

As soon as we walked in, I saw a man I had never seen before stood at the counter, an angry look on his face.

Yoongi and I shared confused glances as I spotted Ji-Yeon walking towards him.

"You're all so incompetent, can't even make a single drink!" He yelled, earning a few gasps from customers around the shop.

"Sir, I assure you we did not make your order incorrectly, you must have ordered wrong," Ji-Yeon said, a frightened look on her face.

"Stupid slut, can't even make a drink right" He grumbled, getting angrier by the second.

I quickly walked over, shocking myself.

"Why don't you leave her alone?" I asked, looking towards Ji-Yeon who shot me a thankful look.

"The fuck do you want, why are you defending this slut" He spat, glaring at me.

"I assure you, she is not a slut. If you don't respect the workers, then you need to leave" I warned, slightly scared.

"Who are you, telling me what to do?" He let out a dark chuckle, walking towards me with his hand raised.

I took a sharp inhale, gulping as I readied myself.

But that hand never came, instead, Yoongi had a tight hold of it, glaring at the man.

"I suggest you leave, before I make you" He snarled, making the man quiver.

Despite the fact the man was taller than Yoongi, he looked terrified, quickly nodding, muttering apologies as he left.

"Are you okay?" He asked Ji-Yeon and me, making us nod.

He nodded back, watching the man leave.

"Thanks, Yoongi, Y/N" Ji-Yeon bowed.

"No need to thank me" Yoongi waved, making her smile.

"I'll see you later, okay?" He asked, facing me as I nodded.

"Bye," I smiled, waving as he left.

"Cute" Ji-Yeon smiled, making me blush.

"Shut up" I giggled, making her laugh as I headed towards the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed behind me, I took a deep breath.

The incident from earlier, replaying in my mind, reminding me of Damon.

"You fucked up my drink, bitch" Damon yelled from the lounge, making me jump.

It was a few months into our relationship, and I was absolutely terrified.

Who knew someone so sweet, could turn out to be so mean.

"I-I'm sorry" I mumbled, grabbing his cup quickly, making it spill on the carpet.

"Look what you did now, slut" He spat, shoving me to the floor.

"I'm sorry" I whimpered helplessly, pushing myself towards the wall.

"I don't think you are" He smirked, walking towards me before bringing his foot into my ribs, making me cry out.

This beating continued for a few hours, leaving me bleeding on the floor, in agony as Damon went out for a drink.

I glanced up into the mirror, spotting tears rolling down my cheeks.

Sighing, I splashed water on my face, desperately trying to make the red from my eyes disappear.

"Y/N, you okay?" A voice from outside the bathroom called, making me jump.

"One second" I replied, my voice cracking.

I quickly dried my face heading to the door to see a worried Ji-Yeon.

"Are you okay?" She asked, looking at my face.

"I'm okay, I just feel a little sick" I shrugged casually, hoping she wouldn't realise.

"Do you need to go home? I can cover your shift" She offered, making me smile.

She was always so caring, I felt bad lying to her, well to everyone.

"It's okay, thanks though," I said, forcing a smile before getting to work.

A strong wind hit me as I stepped out into the night, my hair blowing across my face.

I rubbed my hands together, in a desperate attempt to find warmth as I began walking back to my apartment.

The streets were quiet, which was to be expected as of the time.

It was around 10PM, the café was open 24/7 so we all left at different times.

I pulled out my phone, plugging in my earphones and putting my music on shuffle.

Y/F/S blasted through my earphones, as I walked down the street, deciding against picking up food.

I'll just get something at home, if I remember.

I walked for around ten minutes before my phone rang harshly in my ear.

Pulling it out from the pocket of my jeans, I unplugged my earphones and looked at the call.

It was Taehyung.

"Hey" I greeted, as I answered.

"Hey, Y/N!" He called, making me smile.

"Where are you right now?" He asked, as I turned into an alleyway, shortening the route to my house.

"I just left work, why?" I asked, wrapping my jacket tightly around my body.

"Ah, we just missed you" He groaned, making me laugh.

"We were gonna pick you up, but I guess you're almost home" He continued.

"Yeah, I'm a few minutes away from my house" I replied, spotting the complex in the distance.

"Be careful, it's late!" He warned, making me laugh.

"Don't worry, careful is my middle name" I joked, making him chuckle.

"I have to go, Jin-Hyung is calling. See you later, Y/N!" He yelled as we exchanged goodbyes.

I sped up towards my apartment, my hands now stuffed into my pockets, gripping my phone.

"Hi, Y/N!" A young girl, I knew as Sayori waved.

"Hey, Sayori why aren't you home? It's late" I smiled, walking towards her.

"Mummy and daddy are arguing, so I left" She sighed, frowning.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" I offered, making her eyes light up.

"Yes please, I don't want to be alone" She begged, making me sigh.

"Are you cold?" I asked, noticing she was only wearing a shirt.

She nodded, rubbing her arms as I slipped off my jacket and pulled it over her head.

She was only ten, her parents constantly fought so she was outside a lot, not wanting to hear them argue.

"Have you had anything to eat?"

She shook her head, making me sigh.

"Let's go get something" I smiled, leading her towards the vending machines.

"Thank you, Y/N" Sayori smiled, as she walked back towards he apartment.

"No worries, come get me if you need me" I offered, waving goodbye as she walked into her apartment.

I climbed the staircase towards my door, checking the time.

12:43am.

We had been out for nearly 3 hours, and neither her mum or dad had come looking for her.

I sighed, knowing anything could have happened to her within this time and her parents wouldn't have known until it was too late.

I tossed my keys onto the counter, running a hand down my face.

I grabbed the remote, hating the silence, and put on a random channel as I headed to my room to change.

My phone vibrated as I placed it on charge, climbing into bed beside it.

I clicked on my texts, reading the ones I had missed throughout the day.

TaeTae: Jin-Hyung said to ask if you want us to save you any food.

TaeTae: You're not replying, so I just said yes :D

I laughed, clicking on my messages from Yoongi.

Yoongi: Don't forget, tomorrow 2pm

I smiled, blushing as I typed out a reply.

Y/N: Of course ^-^

I smiled to myself, locking my phone as I fell into a deep sleep.