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Part 19: In the Bleak Midwinter

Summary: Lucy sits in agonizing limbo as she waits to hear from the doctors regarding Tommy's condition.

Word Count: 4,662

Warnings: Serious head injury and angst.

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She managed to somehow hold herself together until they took him into surgery. His hand, which she kept clasped tight with hers even after his fingers had gone limp, was ripped cruelly away when the doctors started to wheel him away on the gurney, towards a room where she knew she would not be allowed to follow. Lucy cried out without meaning to, drawing her hand to her chest like she could somehow capture the memory of how his large palm had felt fitted against hers and hold it in her heart.

Watching Tommy disappear into the surgical suite with an army of doctors and surgeons convening around him, she began to feel herself start to break, hands trembling and tears welling in her eyes. Ada, who had been the one to speak to the doctors and relay everything that they knew about Tommy’s condition, rushed forward to wrap her arms around her, half holding Lucy up and guiding her over to a secluded, dark corner of the waiting room.

“Come, let’s sit here for a moment,” she whispered, tugging Lucy gently down into a chair beside her. It must have been taking more of her willpower to remain standing upright than she’d thought, because the moment Lucy slumped down into the seat, she felt all the remaining fight rush out of her, burying her face in her hands and bursting into tears. “Oh, Lucy,” Ada said softly, rubbing her back while her shoulders shook and shivered. “He’s going to be alright.”

“He’s dying, Ada,” she managed to get out, raising her tear stained face.

“The doctors say they think we got him here in time. They’re…cautiously optimistic.”

Lucy made a noncommittal sound. “I’m pretty sure that’s what they always say, Ada,” it was just a way to placate worried friends and family members. Even when the odds weren’t very good.

“Hey,” Ada took her by the shoulders, turning Lucy’s body towards her. “Look at me,” she said sternly, suddenly sounding very much like her brother. “He is going to be fine,” she spoke so confidently Lucy was actually in danger of believing her. “It’s Tommy. I’m pretty sure nothing on earth could kill him,” she smoothed some of Lucy’s hair out of her face. “He’s strong,” gripping Lucy’s shoulders tightly again, she stared her directly in the eyes. “He won’t leave you.”

Another sob ripped its way free from Lucy’s throat, and Ada hugged her, rubbing her back and letting her wrap her arms around her slim shoulders until her sobs had quieted to small sniffles. Pulling away from her, Lucy wiped at her eyes self consciously, silently hating herself for crying in public. Even though it was just them in the waiting room and the receptionist sitting at the desk.

“Sorry,” she whispered, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” Ada reached into her handbag, pulling out a handkerchief and holding it out silently.

“Thanks,” Lucy took it sheepishly, dabbing at her eyes, cringing a little at the thought of what her makeup probably looked like. Blowing her nose, she then balled the white piece of fabric into her fist. They both just sat in silence for a long, long while. “He said he couldn’t see,” Lucy finally spoke, her voice raspy from crying. Ada looked over at her.

“They said that might not be permanent,” but she was frowning as she said it.

“Mm.” Lucy couldn’t think of anything to respond with. Ada patted her knee.

“I should go call the rest of the family. Let them know what’s going on.”

“Okay.”

Ada leaned closer to her. “You’ll be alright?”

“Mhm,” Lucy nodded. Ada didn’t look fully convinced, but stood, gathering up her handbag and heading across the waiting room to the phone in the corner, her voice but a soft murmur in the otherwise quiet of the room as she spoke into the receiver.

Staring down at her shoes, Lucy thought about the morning before he’d sent her off to London. How he’d pulled her back into bed with him, his huge hands gentle on her as they made love. His arms strong when they circled around her afterward, voice rumbling against her ear when she laid her head on his chest. God, the thought that that might’ve been the last time he ever held her…

It was terrible enough that every memory of Grace still carried the longing ache of recent grief, haunting her nearly every hour of every day. She didn’t think she could take having to add memories of him to the pile of heartbreak and shattered dreams kept within her mind.

She turned her attention back to the doors through which Tommy had disappeared. Of their own accord, her legs drew up into her chest, her arms draped around them and her chin resting on her knees. Sitting like she used to as a child on the steps of her parents’ home.

She thought of Tommy, lying on a surgical bed while doctors cut into his head, trying to fit the broken pieces of his skull back together.

Whimpering, she buried her face into her knees.

∗ ∗ ∗

Standing in the doorway to the room the doctors led her to, Lucy wrapped her arms around herself, fingers bunching in the sleeves of her shirt to hide just how badly they were shaking.

He was laying on his back in the hospital bed, the blankets pulled up over his chest. A metal halo brace was strapped to his chest to prevent him from turning his head. Though the silver circle of medal around his head, with its jagged bits pointing outwards, reminded her more of horns than a halo.

She couldn’t remember who it was who had told her in school a theory that a demon’s horns were the jagged, broken pieces of their halo from when they were angels. Before they fell from heaven.

They’d had to shave away a patch of his dark hair on the right side of the center of his head, and she could see where they’d cut him open and then stitched him back up again, stomach turning at the sight. Approaching on shaky legs, she got a good look at just how pale he was, eyes sunken in with dark circles surrounding them.

The doctors said that his chances were quite good. Even better if he managed to make it through the night. They were even optimistic that he wouldn’t suffer any permanent loss of eyesight, though Lucy couldn’t be sure if that was again just them trying to placate her and Ada or if it was genuine. The worst they expected was that he might need glasses.

He wouldn’t be thrilled about that, Lucy mused, sinking bonelessly into the chair at his bedside. The chair she fully intended to remain in until he was well.

“Oh, Tommy…” she whispered, fingers sliding to interlace with one of his hands. The coldness of his skin against hers was alarming. Tommy was always warm. Even in his fingertips, on the coldest days of the year. She could always rely on him to warm her up on the nights where even a pile of blankets couldn’t keep the chill away. His arms pulling her into the comforting heat of his chest. It was part of what made it so difficult to keep from snuggling up to him every hour of every day.

There was the click of heels behind her, Ada sighing and pulling up a chair to sit next her, patting Tommy’s arm. Neither of them said a thing, just sitting there with him, listening to his steady breathing.

“They say that it will be a while before he wakes up. They have him on a lot of pain killers, and had to sedate him for the surgery,” Ada finally mumbled.

“How long until he wakes up?” Lucy asked.

“They’re not entirely sure. A few days. Maybe even a week. With this type of injury, it often takes patients a while to fully come out of it.” Ada shrugged.

“If he even comes out of it at all,” Lucy added miserably. Ada shot her a concerned look and she sighed. “Sorry,” turning her gaze away, she stared down at his hand that she was holding, the pale, freckled skin cold and still. “I’ve gotten so used to just expecting the worst these days.”

“You have had a rather shitty time of it, lately,” Ada shifted in her chair and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry.”

Lucy looked up at her quizzically.

“For the way that I’ve treated you. The way that…almost the whole family has treated you. I didn’t really realize…I suppose it wasn’t until Grace died and I came to stay with you at Arrow House and I saw up close how you two are with each other that I really understood.”

“Understood what?” Lucy asked, unsure. Ada looked at her with an all knowing glance, mouth pressed into a grateful smile.

“Just how important you are to him. How much you’ve done. For him. For all of us.”

“I-I don’t-” Lucy stammered bashfully, completely at a loss for what to say. Getting praise from anyone other than Tommy wasn’t something she was used to. Ada touched her shoulder, thumb rubbing back and forth, expression suddenly earnest.

“Thank you for taking care of him.”

“Well…I…he’s…” she swallowed. “We take care of each other,” she managed to get out. It seemed that Ada understood what she was trying to get at; that Lucy’s relationship with Tommy had always been one of mutual caring and understanding. It wasn’t transactional. It could have been, she supposed, but it wasn’t. They were bonded in ways that could never be broken. Some through love, others through shared trauma that only they could understand.

Much as the others may have tried, none of them had loved or known Grace the way they did. And none of them felt the deep, agonizing bite of loss as either of them experienced it.

There was comfort in it; to know that thanks to Tommy she was not the only one grieving her. Just like it was comforting to know that he understood what she meant when she told him about how the earth had felt like it was crushing her when she woke up buried alive under the ground by a pack of sadists. She did not have to try to explain the claustrophobia of nothing but darkness and soil all around her, the way that the dirt dug its way up under her fingernails when she desperately clawed her way up and out. Crawling from the darkness, back into the land of the living. Dead but still breathing. Heart still beating despite the aching scars that marked so much of her body, never to be fully healed.

No, Tommy understood all of it. All without her even having to speak a word.

Forcing herself to look at the sealed incisions in his head, she bit her lip. And now there was yet another shared trauma between them.

Now we’ve both had the lovely experience of having our heads smashed to fucking pieces. Fuck, what a pair we make, she thought to herself.

“I should probably go back to the house for a little bit. To check on Karl,” Ada said, glancing at her watch.

“Of course,” Lucy nodded. Ada stood.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Lucy? Anything that I could get?”

“Oh, I…I don’t know…” her mind was starting to feel sluggish from exhaustion and stress. Like it had been stuffed full of cotton.

“I could bring you some clean clothes when I come back. Maybe some food too?” Ada offered.

“Yeah, sure. That would be nice,” she was aware that her voice sounded awfully dead and numb, but she just didn’t have the energy for much more. “Thank you.”

Ada pressed a kiss to the back of Tommy’s hand that Lucy was still holding, then reached over and gave Lucy a surprise hug from the side, squeezing her shoulders.

“Be back soon.”

“I’ll have them call if…if anything changes.”

“Please do.”

Her heels clicked on the floor when she began to make her way towards the door.

“Ada?” Lucy turned, still keeping her hand locked with Tommy’s as she looked over her shoulder. Ada stopped at the doorway, looking back with a raised, questioning eyebrow.

She and Tommy really were very alike. Even if they didn’t realize it.

“Thank you,” she hoped Ada understood just how much she meant it. And that it wasn’t just about everything she’d done to help tonight.

Ada nodded, eyes knowing. “Of course,” her heels picked back up their clicking against the floor, door closing softly behind her, and then it was just her and Tommy.

Turning her gaze back to him, she rubbed her thumb up and down along his knuckles, staring at his sleeping face.

“Love…” she didn’t even know exactly what she wanted to say. Tommy was such an all encompassing, massive presence in her life. Always there, steady and strong as an oak, for her to run to for refuge whenever something was wrong. His embrace comforting and warm, offering her protection from the entire world, if need be. And he always knew what to do. Even in the seemingly most impossible of situations.

God, she was so unsure of herself without him there to reassure her. To help steer the ship in the right direction. It was probably teetering on unhealthy, just how dependent they’d grown on each other, but could anyone really blame them? After all that they’d gone through together?

And now here she was, so pathetic and helpless that she didn’t even know what to say to her lover as he teetered between life and death.

She couldn’t help but wonder if this was how Tommy had felt after that incident with the attempted robber at the betting shop all those years ago. Mindlessly, she lifted her hand to feel the bump of the small scar just behind her left ear, where the bullet the bastard had shot her with had penetrated her skull and lodged itself in the outermost layer of her brain, right beneath the cerebral cortex, close to the cerebrum.

She was lucky that the gun the robber was using had been little more than a boy scout’s gun, with lightweight ammunition. Anything bigger and she likely would have been dead. Even still, the recovery had been agonizing and brutal.

Not quite unlike what Tommy would probably have ahead of him. If he ever woke up.

She remembered how he had looked when she finally blinked open her blurry eyes, unable to process much more except just a constant cacophony of pain, only partially muted from the painkillers. He’d looked a wreck: hair rumpled from no doubt running his hands through it, eyes swollen and exhausted, entire face haggard and actually looking like he was on the verge of tears upon seeing her awake and alert after sitting so long at her bedside, unsure if she would even wake up at all.

Yes, she imagined that this was very close to what he must have felt like.

Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against their joined hands. “Come on, love,” she whispered, lips brushing against his knuckles when she spoke. “Come on, I came back for you. I need you to come back to me, now,” her voice started to grow heavy with tears again. “Please,” she didn’t even entirely know exactly what she was begging him for. “Please. I need you. Charlie needs you. The family needs you. I don’t know what to do without you here. I don’t…I don’t think I’m strong enough to do any of this alone,” she barely survived Grace’s death. She knew, almost certainly, she couldn’t endure losing him too.

He had her soul, after all. Surely if he died, that meant she was guaranteed to follow.

“I love you so much,” she breathed out, voice breaking. In response to the sound, she could have sworn Tommy’s limp fingers twitched against hers.

Lucy lifted her head from the bed to stare at him. Other than the heavy sound of his breathing, there was no other sign of life within him. But still she squeezed his hand, and allowed herself to feel the tiniest sliver of hope.

∗ ∗ ∗

Tommy woke up slowly, eyelids fluttering as they fought to open against the crushing feelings of exhaustion. There was a steady, but abstract ache in his head, and he knew almost instantly that he was on some very heavy painkillers. His thoughts felt slow as molasses, blurry in a way that unnerved him. He was so used to his mind feeling sharp and fast. There was a tightness near the top of his head, that he was pretty sure was the result of skin being stitched back together.

It took another moment to process that he could actually see, his eyesight growing more focused with every blink. He was in a hospital room that was mostly dark, just small slivers of moonlight coming in through the windows.

Relief washed over him, blinking his eyes hard a few more times to make sure it actually was real. Yes, the hospital room was still there. His dead father was gone, no longer hovering over him with a deceitful grin.

Come with me, son, he’d said, though his lips did not move. His voice was coming from inside Tommy’s head.

You won’t fool me like you fooled Arthur, Tommy had thought to him. I’m not going anywhere with you. I know all you have to offer are false promises and lies.

Mind slowly growing more awake and aware, he took in more of his state. Thanks to his lack of mobility in being able to either sit up or turn his head, his field of vision was rather limited, but he could feel that he’d been stripped down to his boxers, a blanket pulled up all the way to his collarbone. He was strapped into one of those rather absurd looking halo braces, the leather straps tight around his chest and shoulders. So they didn’t want him moving his head at all, then. That made sense.

All things considered, he was probably very, very lucky to have his sight back. Let alone to be alive at all.

He barely remembered staggering into Ada’s home, speaking in slurred words to the Special Advisor to the Soviet Consul and his translator. His head felt like it was about to burst at any moment, if he didn’t pass out from the pain first. And then the stairs, slumping down against them, cradled in Lucy’s arms, breathing in the scent of her perfume and listening to her voice, aware that it very well could be the last time he ever got the opportunity to do either. Trying to comfort her when he heard her start to break down into tears, until the world around him faded away.

There was a distinctive warmth against his side, pressing right up against his ribs. His right hand was warm too, and when he flexed his fingers experimentally it was to find them caged in a small hand. Further investigation greeted him with a mess of tangled, short red hair tucked right against his ribs.

Lucy was hunched over in a chair at his bedside, her head resting on his bed and his hand clutched tight in hers. She had her face turned towards him, and he was able to take in the huge bags under her eyes, makeup smudged like she’d been crying.

She probably had been.

Her clothes were wrinkled and her hair a tangled mess. Her grip on his hand was relaxed enough with sleep that he was able to wriggle it free, reaching out a little clumsily to stroke the top of her head, trying to comb his fingers through her unruly locks to untangle them.

She twitched in her sleep, face scrunching in an attempt to fight off wakefulness before giving in and opening her eyes a crack, blinking lazily. When she saw that he was awake, she jumped to full alertness, sitting up. He noted a slight wince when she did; sleeping hunched over like that probably hadn’t done any favors for her back.

“Hey,” she cleared her throat, voice hoarse. Probably from a combination of sleep and general lack of use. “How are you feeling?”

“High as fucking kite, Luce,” his own voice wasn’t fairing much better, low and scratchy. The floatiness in his head hadn’t abated even as he fully woke up.

“They’ve got you on a lot of painkillers.”

“Morphine?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“Mm…” he closed his eyes with a soft groan.

“Here,” Lucy nudged a straw to his lips, and he drank gratefully from the glass of water, the cool liquid helping to soothe his parched throat. “Do you want me to get the doctor?”

“No,” he let the straw go and she set the glass back on what he could only assume was the bedside table. He couldn’t turn his head to look and it was outside of his peripherals. “How long was I out?”

“Only a few days. You’ve been…in and out since they brought you out of surgery.”

“Mm,” he hummed again. “How bad is it?”

“Let’s just say you aren’t going to be doing shit for the next few months.”

“Fuck.”

Her lips pulled up briefly at the corners. “The doctors will give you a more detailed breakdown of everything, but they’re expecting you to come through without any significant long term effects.”

He sighed. He really had gotten lucky then. Even if he was probably going to be shackled to this hospital bed for the foreseeable future.

Fucking hell, he was already bored just thinking about it.

“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to smuggle in some documents for me to work on or anything,” he huffed. Lucy’s eyes narrowed.

“Not a chance in hell, Shelby,” at his pout, she smirked. “Consider it revenge for when I was recovering from being shot and you would barely even let me sit up on my own.”

He snorted, reaching out to cradle the side of her face, thumb stroking over her bottom lip. Lucy shot him a playfully unimpressed look.

“Being all sweet and handsy isn’t going to get me to change my mind. You need to rest.”

“Damn.”

She laughed. Despite her statement, he didn’t remove his hand, still tenderly caressing her soft, freckled cheek. Lucy turned her head to nuzzle at his palm. “I thought I might lose you for a moment there,” when she spoke again her voice was much softer and subdued. Something in Tommy’s heart tightened as he realized just how worried and scared she must have been.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, love,” he smiled, hoping that it would help to make her feel better. She huffed, rolling her eyes fondly, kissing his fingertips and letting her face rest more firmly into his palm.

“You’re not funny.”

He just hummed, enjoying the brush of her lips against his fingers. Her big brown eyes–a little bloodshot from exhaustion and crying, but still beautiful–blinked at him.

“You’re sure you’re feeling alright? Not in too much pain?”

“Mhm. Just tired,” he soothed. She nodded.

“I haven’t been home, but I talked with Mary and the nanny on the phone. Charlie’s okay. He misses us, but he’s doing fine. Ada was here a little while ago. She’s been keeping the rest of the family informed.”

“Thank you.”

She nodded, throat working when she swallowed, glancing down at where her fingers had started to pick at a stray thread in the blanket covering him. “You’ve been talking in your sleep.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Have I?”

“Mhm.”

“What did I say?”

“A lot of stuff that didn’t make any sense. Things about the tunnels. Things about…Grace…” it wasn’t lost on him the way her voice stuttered around her name. They’d rarely spoken it at all since…since the charity dinner. “You said some stuff about Hughes too.”

He grunted, a flood of hate rushing through him at just the priest’s name. Lucy looked at him with an expression that managed to be both knowing and curious at the same time.

“Tommy, what happened?” she asked.

He sighed, throat suddenly itching for something other than water. “Do you have a cigarette?”

She nodded, twisting around to fumble with the pocket of her coat that was slung over the back of her chair, pulling out her cigarette case and a lighter. She wedged the white stick between her lips, lighting it and taking a drag before holding it to his own mouth. He closed his eyes while the nicotine flooded his lungs, breathing out a grateful stream of smoke when she pulled the cigarette away so she could have another drag, alternating between which one of them got to have it pressed to their lips while he explained to her what happened during his failed assassination attempt on Hughes.

“I should’ve made you let me come with you,” Lucy said, rolling the cigarette between her fingers. Tommy shot her a look.

“It’s not your fault.”

She looked at him with sad brown eyes that told him she didn’t entirely believe him.

“I should have told you everything as soon as it happened,” he caressed her cheek again. “And I should have let you come rather than sending you away to London.”

“Mm. Overprotective fool,” she whispered, eyes closing when his thumb ran over her jaw.

“Oi!”

She giggled, opening her eyes and passing the cigarette back to him. Tommy could see her thinking, brown eyes clouding over with her thoughts.

“Do you think that Hughes was expecting you?”

He considered it. “Maybe. But he might just have protection around him at all times and I just didn’t see them.”

Lucy frowned. “He didn’t have any sort of security detail when I did my initial research and followings of him.”

“Might be a new development.”

“Or he knew you were coming.”

He frowned. “You think someone talked?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. We know it wasn’t either of us.”

“We only told Polly and Tatiana.”

“Izabella might know. Tatiana could have mentioned it to her. When you’re better I’ll look into it.”

He lifted a brow. “Only after I’m better?”

“You’re daft if you think I’m leaving this chair until you’re at least able to stand on your own.”

His lips pulled up at the edges of their own accord. Much as they needed to find out if they had a mole or leak somewhere, he had to admit that it was comforting to have her at his side. Especially when he could do little more than weakly lift his hand. Already, after only a few minutes of conversation, he felt exhausted. Lucy must have noticed, because she stubbed out the cigarette, reaching over to adjust the blanket against his chest, fingertips brushing his shoulder.

“I’ll go get the doctor so they can talk to you about the recovery process. And then you can get some more rest.”

“Luce,” he managed to catch at her wrist before she could get very far, fingers squeezing loosely. She really did too much for him. He twisted their fingers together, thumb rubbing the cold skin of her hand. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” a vulnerable look crossed her face. “You…” she looked down, swallowing before meeting his gaze and trying again. “I was really scared, Tommy.”

His heart twisted. “I know, love. I’m sorry.”

She bent over him, and pressed a very light kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” his fingers tightened in hers, and she raised their joined hands to kiss his knuckles.

“I’ll be right back.”

Tommy let her go, sighing as he listened to her retreating footsteps, staring at the ceiling and resigning himself to several months of long, painful recovery.

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Day 19 of Cats-pril - swag bag! @storyweaverofgondor you know I gotta write the coricojerrie, tis my curse! Also on Ao3 here.

Teazer giggled as Mungojerrie shoved another sapphire brooch into their swag bag. Jerrie only half-heartedly shushed her. These humans were stupid, leaving a window on the latch was basically an open invitation to Victoria Grove’s best Cat-burglar duo. The more pretty things he could nab, the better, it would make his choice of gift later on easier. Or harder? Maybe harder. But more options was a good thing, only the best would do, after all.

“Does he even like jewellery?” Rumpleteazer snorted as she looped a new string of pearls around her neck.

“He likes fancy rocks! These are extra sparkly fancy rocks,” Jerrie argued. True, he had never seen Coricopat wear any jewellery, but he had seen him sneak past a large sleeping pollicle once to pull a keyring with a green stone off an unsuspecting human’s handbag. His blatant disregard for the rules of ownership had made Jerrie giddy. It turned out the stone was a crystal called “Aventurine”, and it was lucky and had something to do with your heart chakra. This was something that Jerrie had, apparently. Cori was wonderfully weird and Jerrie loved him.

“Oh yeah, him and Tantomile do magic stuff with crystals, right?”

“Mystic stuff, yeah.” Cori’s den was full of shiny stones he had collected. He said all of them had different uses. Jerrie had no hope of remembering which ones did which, but whenever he was out and he saw a nice rock now, he would pick it up for Cori. It was yet to make Cori fall in love with him though, so now Jerrie was upping the ante and getting him gemstones.

“Is there a difference?” Teazer asked, tilting her head as she looked at him.

“According to Cori, yes, but he wouldn’t expect a non Magical or Mystical Cat to see it.”

“Cool. I still think the gemstones would make better jewellery for my beautiful neck, but whatever.”

“Oho?” Jerrie hummed. “You’ve shoved a bunch of diamonds in the bag tonight, and you never wear diamonds. Whose neck are they for, a certain white Cat?”

Teazer flushed scarlet and Jerrie cackled.

“Shut it!” she snapped. “At least I don’t forget how to make basic sentences when I’m talking to her!”

It was Jerrie’s turn to blush now. It was incredibly annoying, how he always got so tongue-tied when Cori was around. Impressing him would be hard enough even if he didn’t.

“At least I’m not being out-flirted by Plato!” he squawked. Teazer scowled.

“At least I don’t fear for my life every time I see Tantomile!”

Jerrie laughed at that. It was true. Cori didn’t seem to notice that Jerrie was in love with him, but Tantomile certainly had. In his defence, it was a very sensible thing to be scared of Tantomile.

“I’m not stupid enough to not be scared of Tantomile!”

“Thank the Everlasting for that,” Teazer snickered. “She can be terrifying.”

“Now try being in love with her twin, and having her not like you!”

“For real, Jer, I think she’s just worried you’re not serious, which you have to admit is fair enough.”

“It is,” Jerrie whined, “but I am.”

Teazer smiled genuinely at him, hopping over to nuzzle him.

“I know, that's why it’s so fun to tease you about! And I know you get nervous, which makes you talk even more crap than normal, but isn’t it a bigger deal that Cori does like you, than Tantomile doesn’t?”

“I mean, yeah, but he thinks we’re just friends!”

“Then get him on his own and ask him out, you wimp!” Teazer laughed. “He clearly likes you or he wouldn’t hang out with you.”

“It’s not that simple!” Jerrie wailed.

“Yes, it is, you’re just too scared to see it!”

“Well, how do I be not-scared, then?”

Teazer let out a long-suffering sigh.

“Jerrie, in all seriousness, do you trust me?”

“Yeah?”

“Ask him out,” she said, without any trace of a joke on her face. “I wouldn’t tell you to do it if I didn’t think he’d say yes, ok?”

“For real?”

“For real.”

“Fine, but if this blows up in my face, then I get everything in the swag bag from tonight.”

“Deal!”

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roywangtoday · 5 years ago

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王源：成为那道光

Wang Yuan: Be the Light

2018年岁末，王源经历了刚成年后的第一个冬天，在新发表的专栏文章里，他开启了对人生命题的总结和思索，记录了自己��处喧嚣时被诗人费尔南多·佩索阿的作品集《我的心略大于整个宇宙》击中心灵的瞬间。然后，他在文中写道：“满天繁星，有我想成为的那道光。”

At the end of 2018, Wang Yuan experienced the first winter of his adult life. In the newly published column, he had a summary and reflection on questions of life, and described the moment when he was hit by “A Littler Larger Than the Entire Universe”, poems written by Fernando Pessoa, in the hustle and bustle. He wrote: “The sky is full of stars, and there is a light I want to be.”

人的一生是悬于两道永恒黑暗间的一隙微光，唯当人内生的自我开始觉醒时，这道光芒才会璀璨闪现，在即逝的瞬间穿透黑夜，为更多双眼所看到。王源找到了那道应属于自己的光，而接下来，他要成为那道光。

A person's life is a gleam of light between two eternal darkness. Only when his inner self begins an awakening will this light flash brightly, penetrate the night at an ephemeral moment, and be seen by more eyes. Wang Yuan has found the light that belongs to him, and then he wants to be the light.

坐在采访桌前，王源轻轻呼了口气，已经是晚上11点，杂志封面的拍摄刚刚结束，他还需要完成专访。白天是他的个人纪录短片《没有哪个夏天像今年一样》的线下分享会，算起来，他已经连续工作了十几个小时。

Sitting in front of the interviewer, Wang Yuan exhaled softly. It was already 11:00 pm. The shooting for the magazine cover had just finished and he still needed to do an interview. He had a press conference for his personal documentary short film “No Summer Is Like This One” during the day. In total, he had been continuously working for more than fourteen hours.

“我得想想怎么说。”垂下眼，盯着自己交握在桌上的双手，王源停顿了下来。采访者提出的问题在过去大半年里，已经不止一次出现在他面前，记者们总是反复问他：是否意识到去异国学习音乐这一决定背后潜藏的风险和损失？他们总像是不能轻易接受他面上表现出来的坦然。

"I have to think about how to say it." Wang Yuan paused, staring down at his hands on the table. The questions raised by the interviewer have appeared in front of him more than once in the past six months, and journalists repeatedly asked him: are you aware of the risks and losses behind the decision to study music abroad? They always seemed unable to accept the calmness shown on his face easily.

这次得换种说法，王源抽出手比划起来：“打个比方，今天在您面前摆了一个最新款的包，买吗？”

This time, he had to put it another way, Wang Yuan took out his hand: "For example, today there’s a latest designer handbag in front of you, will you buy it?"

对方愣住了。

The interviewer froze.

“买不买？”王源继续追问道。

“Will you buy it or not?” Wang Yuan continued to ask.

“买吧。”

“Yes, I will."

“好，买！它有啥用？有性价比吗？没有，喜欢就完事了。”

"Okay, you will! What's it for? Is it cost-effective? No, just because you like it."

“前提还得要有钱……”回过神的采访者逗起他来。

“First of all, if I had a lot of money..." The interviewer collected herself and started to tease him.

“不是，那您都说买了。”王源有点着急，身体前倾抢过话头，但言语依旧礼貌。他拊掌强调着：“喜欢就完事了，喜欢就完事了，对不对？”

“But you said you would buy it." Wang Yuan got a little bit nervous. He leant forward and interrupted her, still in a polite way. He clapped his hands and emphasized: “It’s because you like it and that matters, right?”

话音刚落，身边的工作人员都为这孩子气的举动笑了起来，王源面上透出些不好意思，抓抓后脑勺补充道：“有些决定就是脑子一热，喜欢，而且我现在年纪其实也小，还有机会去试错，但如果现在错过了喜欢的事情，其实是会后悔的，我挺怕自己后悔。”

As soon as he finished his words, the staff around him all laughed at the boyish behavior. Wang Yuan seemed a little embarrassed, he scratched his head and added: “I made some decisions impulsively, just because I like it, and I’m still young, so there is a chance of trial and error. But if I miss the thing I like now, I will regret. I don’t want to have any regrets.”

双手叠放回桌面，王源又恢复了乖巧标准的坐姿，他套着件白色的粗棒针毛衣，肩头瘦削，还带着少年人的脆弱美感，但微抬的脸��，轮廓线条已经立体起来，下颌转折处也有了凛冽的角度——这是19岁的王源，一个能与自己对话，并始终坚持自我选择的成年人。

Putting his hands back on the table, Wang Yuan returned to a proper and standard sitting position. He wore a white thick needle sweater, and the top of his shoulder looked slim, fragilely beautiful. However, he has a defined facial profile and a sharp jawline — this is 19-year-old Wang Yuan, an adult who knows himself and sticks to his decisions.

大一新生王源

Freshman Wang Yuan

“大家好，我叫王源，来自中国，见到你们很高兴。”

——王源／2019年9月／美国波士顿伯克利音乐学院"

Hello everyone, my name is Wang Yuan and I’m from China. Nice to meet you."

——Wang Yuan / September 2019 / Berklee College of Music, Boston, USA

2020农历新年过后，王源恢复到了“学校——公寓”两点一线的异国求学生活。他曾突发奇想把自己的生活划分成旧磁带的两面，A面是规律的学校生活，B面则代表着忙碌的工作。回到学校，身体就按下了跳转A面的播放键，开始了“吹不出褶”的平静日子。

After the Chinese New Year 2020, Wang Yuan got back into his life as an international student commuting between his apartment and school everyday. He once had an imagination to depict his life as two sides of an old tape, side A is regular school life, and side B represents busy work. Back at school, the body pressed the play button to jump to the A side, and peaceful days “without waves” began.

娱乐圈的喧嚣消失了，没有跑不见头的通告，也没了簇拥在左右的鲜花掌声和火热的眼神。在这里，王源能把头发简单地推成板寸，不需要每天出门前花费许久收拾造型，也不用时时戴着口罩。他能够自由地去逛超市，甚至大大方方地扛着一袋大米游荡街头。

The hustle and bustle of the entertainment industry disappeared. There were no endless schedules, no applause and flowers around, and no one was watching. Here, Wang Yuan can simply have a crew cut, instead of spending time on styling before going out every day, and he doesn’t have to wear a mask all the time. He is free to go to the supermarket and even walk in the street with a bag of rice on his shoulder.

“除了华人之外，国外的人其实不知道我是谁，我也不会告诉他们。”大一新生王源褪去了自己身上环绕许久的明星光环，快速融入了简单的求学生活。他和那些来自世界各地的同届学生一样，为了完成老师布置的作业头疼，还得提前很多天为排练作业订排练室，要不“就抢不到了”。新结识的外国朋友们也不曾发觉这个中国少年有何特别之处，除了一开始总会好奇地问他为什么总穿名牌。

"Except the Chinese, foreigners don't really know who I am, and I won't tell them." Freshman Wang Yuan took off his halo as a celebrity and quickly adapted to college life. Like other students from all over the world, he had to handle the coursework assigned by teachers and reserved the resemble room in advance for his rehearsal, or “they will be fully occupied”. New foreign friends have never noticed anything special about this Chinese boy, except that they asked him curiously in the beginning why he always wore expensive designer brands.

“他们老说我。”聊到这个，王源又有些不好意思：“我这几年没怎么买过衣服，带去美国的大部分都是品牌送的，上面都有logo。”

"They kept talking about that." Wang Yuan was a little embarrassed about it: "I haven't bought much clothes in the past few years. Most of those I brought to the United States were gifts from brands, with logos on them.”

被身边同学反复问过几次后，王源趁着波士顿大降温的机会，私下买了些寻常服装，替换掉了那些扎眼的名牌，不过他最后还是没将脚上的品牌球鞋换下来。“我从初中就开始收集这个牌子的鞋了，因为我喜欢，我还是照穿。”

After being asked several times by classmates, Wang Yuan bought some ordinary clothes in private to replace those fancy designer brands while the temperature dropped significantly in Boston. But he eventually kept his branded shoes. “I’ve been collecting shoes of this brand since junior high school, because I like them, I still wear them.”

“喜欢”，能为王源的很多决定作出最准确的注解，也是他选择在国内星途事业亟待更进一步的关键时刻，转而来到伯克利求学的源动力之一。但他新选择的道路又注定是不平坦的，一个曾替多位华语乐坛代表人物制作专辑的音乐制作人坦诚表示：“现在音乐是整个娱乐行业��最低的一个领域，艺人赚钱最少的就是做音乐。”

“I like it" can make the most accurate explanation for his many decisions. This is also one of the driving forces for him to study at Berklee at such a critical moment in his career. However, the path he chooses is destined to be uneven. A music producer who has made albums for many top Chinese musicians candidly admitted: "Now music is the underclass in the entire entertainment industry, and artists earn the least money by making music.”

高王源几级的伯克利音乐学院毕业生曲扬也同意这样的观点：“在国内，大家默认的华语音乐比较好的时段已经过去了。”曲扬先后就读于上海音乐学院和伯克利音乐学院，在他进入上音的第一堂课，老师就在讲台上向学生提问——“有多少人是想通过音乐赚大钱的？如果有人是这样想的，建议赶快改行。”

Qu Yang, a graduate from the Berklee College of Music, who is senior to Wang Yuan, agrees with that view: "We believe that the best era of Chinese music has gone.” Qu Yang once studied at the Shanghai Conservatory of Music and the Berklee College of Music. During his first lecture at the SCM, the teacher asked students: “How many of you want to make a lot of money from music? If anyone thinks so, I suggest you change your career as soon as possible.”

早在王源还未出生时，世界音乐唱片行业就已经被盗版和流媒体播放器的浪潮冲毁，而他还未长成的童年时期，属于华语音乐的黄金时代也飞速落幕。那条通过音乐抵达人生更高舞台的道路，已经变得格外狭窄，王源清醒地知道自己的选择中存在足够多的不确定性，采访中他用三个“不知道”回答了关于未来更高成就的设想，但他同样清楚，选择一条更为艰难的道路，于他而言具有更多的必然性。

Long before Wang Yuan was born, the world's music record industry was already destroyed by a tidal wave of piracy and streaming media players. And in his childhood, the golden age of Chinese music came to an end. The road to the higher stage of life through music has become extremely narrow. Wang Yuan clearly knew that his choice came with uncertainty. In the interview, he said “I don’t know” three times to answer the question about his vision for future achievements. And he’s also aware that choosing a difficult path means more inevitabilities for him.

2019年9月3日，在飞往美国波士顿的航班起飞前，王源在微博上发布了新的消息：“去一个陌生的地方学习音乐��就是为了在未来能够把自己变得很好，带回更好的我。”少年成名的偶像早就明白，自己不仅代表作为单一个体的王源，时至今日，被太多人关注和推崇的他，身后亦有不少年轻一代紧紧追随。前行的力量得源于此，他需要变得更强大完美，才能更好地回馈身后的千万支持者。

On September 3, 2019, before the flight to Boston took off, Wang Yuan posted a Weibo: "Going to an unfamiliar place to learn music is to make myself good enough in the future and to bring back a better me.” He became famous while young and had long understood that he not only represents Wang Yuan as a single individual. Today he’s been followed and admired by so many people, including the younger generation. The strength to move forward comes from this, and he needs to be stronger and more perfect to give back to the millions of supporters behind him.

偶像王源

Idol Wang Yuan

“大家看舞台上亮吗？但我看你们很黑。”

——王源／2019年4月／《我是唱作人》对战赛

“Do you think it’s bright on the stage? But when I look at you, it’s actually very dark."

— Wang Yuan / April 2019 / The competition show “I Am A Singer-Songwriter”

作为千禧年代最具代表性的青少年偶像之一，王源身上有着诸多奇迹，他现在在微博上拥有7883万粉丝，单条微博创下过转发超4.7亿的记录。这群数量庞大的粉丝，还有着惊人的购买力：2016年5月，王源登上一线时尚杂志封面，杂志48秒售出71319册，打破了彼时圈内记录。这个记录在一年后又被他自己打破：2017年王源拍摄封面的杂志当期线上预售8秒16万册售罄，付款金额高达480万元。

As one of the most iconic millennial teen idols, many miracles happened to Wang Yuan. Now he has 78.83 million followers on Weibo, and a post from him has set record for more than 470 million reposts. This large number of fans also has amazing purchasing power: In May 2016, Wang Yuan made an appearance on a top fashion magazine. In 48 seconds, the magazine sold 71,319 copies, breaking the best selling record of that time. One year later, this record was broken again: in 2017, a magazine with cover of Wang Yuan was pre-sold online, 160,000 copies were sold out in 8 seconds and total sales amounted to 4.8 million yuan.

王源的影响力更在持续向多元圈层辐射。2017年，他被《时代》周刊评选为2017年30位全球最具影响力青少年之一；2018年11月，刚满18岁的王源又出任联合国儿童基金会大使，并于次年11月在联合国大会上发表中文演讲，呼吁关注儿童受教育权利。

Wang Yuan continues to radiate influence on multiple circles. In 2017, he was named one of TIME’s 30 most influential teens of 2017; in January 2018, Wang Yuan, who had just turned 18, became the UNICEF ambassador, and spoke at a high-level meeting held by UN General Assembly in November 2019, calling for children’s right to education.

与王源合作制作英文单曲《The Wrong Things》的北美音乐人Justin Gray曾在微博上发布了自己与王源合作的视频，播放量很快就超过了100万。“It's crazy.”看到数据的Justin Gray感叹道。

Justin Gray, a Canadian musician who worked with Wang Yuan on his English single "The Wrong Things", once posted a video about their collaboration on Weibo, which soon surpassed 1 million views. "It's crazy." Justin Gray was surprised when he saw it.

去美国念书后，国内的通告大量减少，但王源依旧被动地活跃在公众视野中心——近期他曾心血来潮在波士顿的公寓里下了两次厨，煎了一回牛排，还用火锅底料煮了“不一样的面”。他把这些发在了社交平台上，话题“王源煎牛排”“王源用火锅底料煮泡面”很快登上了微博热搜。而他在出国读书后参加的首档综艺里，因为小秀了一把厨艺，为其余嘉宾做了重庆小面，节目播出当晚，“王源温柔”的话题就成了粉丝热议的焦点。

After he went to US for study, the domestic schedules were significantly reduced, but Wang Yuan is still in the public eye passively — he recently cooked twice in his apartment in Boston, once for steak and once for noodles with hot pot broth. He posted these on social media, instantly the topics “Wang Yuan Cooked Steak” and “Wang Yuan Boiled Noodles With Hot Pot Broth” started trending on Weibo. In the first variety show he joined after studying abroad, he made Chongqing noodles for other guests, and “Wang Yuan Kind” became a hot topic for his fans on the night the show aired.

这种细致又过度的关注从七年前王源出道时，就如影随形。13岁的少年一路走来，为万人追捧的光环下，埋藏着各种各样的争论和质疑。这种分裂的现实持续打磨着这个少年偶像，让他飞速成熟，也让他变得足够细腻敏感。

People has been paying meticulous and excessive attention to him since seven years ago Wang Yuan debuted. The 13-year-old boy walked all the way to here, behind his popularity there are all kinds of arguments and doubts. The divisive reality constantly polishes this young idol, which makes him become mature faster than others, and be considerate and sensitive enough.

“害怕有一丁点不完美的事发生，害怕内心的成年跟不上身体的成年，害怕无法实现昨天预设下的明天。”在被视为内心“自留地”的《王源说》专栏里，王源这样描述成长给予他的焦虑，他把自我审视列为每日任务清单上的常见栏目，时时冷眼回视着这个跌跌撞撞向前走的自己。

“I was worried that things couldn’t go perfectly and my mental couldn’t keep up with my body. Also I was afraid of failing to achieve goals I set for tomorrow.” In the magazine column “Roy Says”, which is seen as a secret base for him, Wang Yuan described the anxiety of growing up. He puts self-examination on his daily to do list, and frequently looks back at himself, one stumbles forward.

2019年，参加华语唱作人挑战类节目《我是唱作人》时，王源在舞台上落了泪，当时他正在演唱自己作词作曲的歌曲《世界上没有真正的感同身受》。他的歌词写道：“面对其实只有一个人，一个人在夜里哭着，哭到头疼直到睡着，没有人能真的理解你啊，觉得虚伪你逢场作戏，我一直都会记得一句话，强大到无往不利……”唱到高潮处，站立在聚光灯最盛的舞台中心，抱着电吉他的王源红了眼眶。

In 2019, during a Chinese competition show “I AM A SINGER-SONGWRITER”, Wang Yuan shed tears on the stage when he was singing “Impossible Empathy”, a song written by himself. He said in the lyrics: “I face situations all alone. I cried alone at night with a headache till I fell asleep. No one can really understand you, people think you’re a hypocrite. There’s one word I always remember, be strong to conquer it all…” Wang Yuan teared up when he hold an electric guitar and stood in the center of the stage, singing the chorus.

开唱之前，他曾问台下的观众：“大家看舞台上亮吗？”

Before singing, he asked the audience: “Do you think it’s bright on the stage?”

“亮！”观众高喊着回答。

"Yes!" The audience answered in a loud voice.

“但我看你们，其实很黑。”攥紧话筒，这个穿着白衬衣的少年人慢慢说道。

"But I look at you, it's actually very dark." Holding the microphone, the young man in a white shirt said slowly.

��年，在一档访谈节目中，王源坦然把自己的成功归结为“十四亿分之三”的运气，他没有表现出“顶流”的骄傲，也不曾抱怨这难得的运气背后隐藏的其他一些东西，而是平静地一道接受了它们。

In a talk show of the same year, Wang Yuan frankly attributed his success to luck, “three out of 1.4 billion”. He didn’t behave arrogantly as a “top artist”, nor complained about anything behind his good luck, but accepted reality calmly.

“你不可能永远幸运，有一次幸运你就得把握好它”。镜头前，王源穿着深色西装，领带系得标准，眼神愈发沉静硬朗。

“You can’t be lucky forever. Once you have the opportunity, you have to seize it.” In front of the camera, Wang Yuan wore a black suit with a proper tie, and his eyes showed firmness.

成人王源

Wang Yuan as an adult

“长大也必然伴随着焦虑与敏感，唯一的解决之道，就是站起来、走出去，去做自己该做的、喜欢的、能做的事。”

——王源／2019年1月／专栏《王源说》之《长大这件小事》

“Growing up is always accompanied by anxiety and sensitivity, and the only solution is to stand up, to walk out, to do what you need to do, what you like to do, and what you can do.”

— Wang Yuan / January 2019 / Magazine Column “Roy Says”: The Little Thing Called Growing Up

曾有评论者将王源比作流量文化下为粉丝所“驯养”的那朵玫瑰——是大众虚拟希望和现实客体的结合，是玻璃橱窗里包装精美的脆弱花朵。

Some people once described Wang Yuan as a rose “domesticated” by fans in the context of current celebrity culture — he is a combination of people’s virtual hope and the realistic object, a delicate and attractive flower in the display window.

但七年的时间过去，王源的选择和行动正持续打破着这个定义的边界，他证明了自己确有为人叹服的美丽，但美丽的“玫瑰”却韧不可摧，也积蓄了独自抵御风雪的力量。这种独立生长的意愿在更早的时候就显现了出来。

However, after seven years since his debut, Wang Yuan's choices and actions repeatedly broke the boundaries of this definition. He has proved his charm, a beautiful but indestructible “rose” with strength to withstand the storm alone. And his desire to grow independently emerged even earlier.

2019年上映的王小帅导演作品《地久天长》里，王源饰演一个顶着死去孩子“刘星”的名字生活、最终选择拿回自己的名字去流浪的少年。片中，王源提供了最为本色的演出，他觉得这个角色就根植在自己的身体里。“我们是自我意识很强的一代人。”电影在柏林电影节上展映后，他这样评价道。

In a 2019 film “So Long, My Son” directed by Wang Xiaoshuai, Wang Yuan played a teenager who lived with the name of a dead child “Liu Xing” and eventually chose to take back his real name and leave home. Wang Yuan gave the most authentic performance in this film and he felt that this character took root in his body. “We are a generation with a strong sense of self awareness” He commented after the film premiered at the Berlin International Film Festival.

进入19岁的这一年，强烈的自我感知在王源身上更加鲜明地袒露出来。入学伯克利之前，王源发行了第一张真正意义上的个人专辑《源》，并在南京举办了首次个人演唱会。在那档他不顾团队建议、执意要参加的音乐节目中，他表现得格外具有“进攻性”。最开始的试听DEMO环节，当其他选手还在迟疑，他就第一个冲进了试音间。

The year he turned 19, the self-awareness of Wang Yuan was revealed more clearly. Before he went to Berklee, Wang Yuan released his first official album “YUAN” and held his first solo concert in Nanjing. He was surprising “aggressive” in the competition show which he insisted to attend despite objections from his team. At the demo session, he was the first to go into the audition studio when others hesitated.

一个多月里，被质疑没有作品的王源，接连拿出了《随想》《吆不到台》《世界上没有真正的感同身受》等五首原创曲目，而每次挑战赛他对战的选手，都是比他资深许多的乐坛老将。

During the six weeks, facing disapproval of his previous work, Wang Yuan continuously wrote five original song, including “Random Thoughts”, “Yao Bu Dao Tai” and “Impossible Empathy”. Every opponent he chose was much more experienced in the music industry.

“成年猛虎！”哪怕充满了紧张和不安，这个满脸胶原蛋白的年轻人也只是张开双臂，对着镜头晃晃拳头给自己短暂鼓劲儿后，就转身跑进了赛场。

“Adult tiger!” Although he felt stressed, this young man opened his arms and shook his fists in front of the camera to cheer himself up, then ran onto the stage.

“这一年，我觉得是成长最快的一年。几件大事情都是自己在做决定，自己在承担。”采访桌那头，王源的语气沉��有力，和大家梳理着过去大半年的生活。

“I grew up the fattest this year. I made decisions and took responsibilities for several big things in my life.” From the other side of the table, his voice sounded deep and powerful. He shared his life in the past six months.

这个曾急切地想以“刚哥”的绰号摆脱固有标签的男孩，成年后更趋向于以“柔”作为新的进攻方式，也逐渐学会与自己的焦虑和解，找到了内心世界攻防相守的平衡。面对曾让他最头疼的写歌“难产”期，王源现在也淡定了很多：“以前抓耳挠腮，现在就不管了，等灵感来了再写。着急也没用，不如放轻松。”

In the past, he was eager to get rid of stereotypes and wanted to be called “Steel Brother”. After turning 18, Wang Yuan tended to attack in a moderate way. He gradually learnt to reconcile with his anxiety and found balance in his inner world. Even in face of challenges in songwriting that troubled him most, Wang Yuan is calmer: “I used to be stressed out but now I’ll leave it there until I get inspirations. Anxiety is not helpful, it’s better to take it easy.”

当然，某些时候你还是能看到他身上藏着的柔软和不安，去异国求学半年，除了工作需要，他基本都待在波士顿及周边。

Certainly you can still see the softness and worry hidden by him sometimes. During the past six months, he stayed in Boston and neighborhoods except for work.

“（长途旅行）挺危险也挺麻烦，虽然自由，但人生地不熟，一个人跑到一座新的城市，也没啥好玩的。”没课时，王源宁愿待在公寓看书写歌，或者和国内的小伙伴组队玩玩游戏。

“(A long-distance travel) can be dangerous and troubling. Although it’s free in an unfamiliar city but not much fun when you visit it alone.” In spare time, Wang Yuan would rather stay in his apartment, reading books, writing songs or playing games with friends in China.

当被追问是否从小就不习惯一个人去陌生的环境时，他淡淡答道：“不知道，我从小就出来工作了，没有一个人去过。”

When asked if he was not used to facing a new environment alone since he was a kid, he answered: “I don’t know. I started working young so I've never visited places alone.”

那些独属一个少年偶像的痕迹显露了出来。他过早地被这个时代选中，巨大的流量将他飞速推向成功，但接下来却又要花费十数年，跋涉过五光十色的山水，走出那片最初的福泽。对王源来说，成长的契机来得那样早，而长成的路也那样长。幸运的是，在赞歌和荣光的包围中，他牢牢防守住了自己的初心。

The unique features of a young idol gradually appear. He was chosen by the era too early, enormous popularity drove him to success overnight, and it may take years for him to walk through mountains and pay for the gift bestowed in life. For Wang Yuan, the opportunity came so early but it would be a long way to go. Luckily, even when surrounded by praise and glory, he firmly remembers why he started.

采访结束时，王源意外说起自己最近迷上了单板滑雪。“最大感受就是摔。摔得比较狠，是真疼。”他还是初学者，不久前才刚会换刃。早两年学习双板滑雪时，他从没摔过，但现在却只能在一次接一次摔跤的挫败中，慢慢爬起来，站回板上。

At the end of the interview, Wang Yuan mentioned that he got hooked on snowboarding recently. “The most impressive thing is falling. I fell badly and that really hurt.” He lately learnt how to turn on a snowboard and was still a beginner. Two years ago when he learnt to ski, he never fell. But now he has to overcome the frustration after falling over and over again, stand up and get back on the skateboard.

“是真的很挫败、很挫败，但从刚开始完全不会，后来能站上去慢慢往下滑，能一点点找到新的成就感。”说到这里，一直表情严肃的年轻偶像不知想到了什么，终于笑了起来。兴许把每一次尝试都当做fresh start，也挺好。

“It was really frustrating. In the beginning, I didn’t know how to do it at all, but now I can stand on the skateboard and go downhill slowly. It gives me a sense of accomplishment little by little.” When he talked about it, this young idol who looked serious during the interview seemed to think of something and finally smiled. Maybe it’s great to take every attempt as a fresh start.

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 7 years ago

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I’m Not That Easy Mr. Kim [24]

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Taehyung didn’t want to wait for the ever so slow elevator, yet he did. Clad in black pants, belt wrapped through their loops, with a tucked in, black collared button shirt, he impatiently tapped his toes against the hardwood floors of the main floor. His blazer may seem excessive to some, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be excessive tonight. Shining with each movement from him, the blazer was clad in gemstones that gleamed in wave like patterns and hung comfortably on his shoulder.

He was anxious. Oh so anxious. He could only imagine what you looked like right now. He thought you were beautiful in your day to day appeal, but dressed up- he hoped he wouldn’t act like an idiot when he sees you at least. He whispered a small pep talk to himself as he step into the elevator, punching in your floor as the doors close and sent him up.

Up the small metal box took him. He pulled up his sleeve just enough to view the time on his wrist watch.

4:57 PM.

Still early, but he didn’t mind. He stepped off the elevator and moved to your door number before knocking. You shouted back at his rapping an ‘It’s open’ and he pushed his way inside. He shut the door behind him, seeing your heels standing in the landing, indeed taller and thinner heels than you were use to. He desperately hoped you wouldn’t fall or hurt yourself in them, even if your only going to wear them for a few hours at most. He was still keen on leaving early.

“Y/N? I’m here!” He heard your rushed, padded footsteps then you rounded the corner, coming directly into Taehyung’s field of vision.

“I can’t hook this, do it for me?”

He was rendered speechless, so much for not acting stupid. Was this really you, or had you actually swapped places with Aphrodite herself for the night? He wasn’t entirely sure. The dress hugged and complimented you perfectly, just as he thought it would. Your accessories of shimming a pair of earrings, a bracelet on one wrist and choker around your neck made you uncannily gorgeous. Almost too perfect for someone like him.

“Tae?” He snapped out of his trance as he looked down, now noticing that you were standing with your back to him, rather close. The open back showing him your shoulder blades and all. Your hands were behind you neck, holding the chain of your choker. Your hair pulled into a curled bun, as your hair tied curled around it. “Hook this please?”

“Oh, right, yeah.” He took the chain from your hands and hooked it for you. You adjusted where the choker sat as you spun around and fixed this and that as Tae just watched you. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered more to himself, but you picked up on it.

“Thank you, you look rather handsome yourself. The jacket is very flashy.” Normally, he’d appreciate your compliment, but his mind didn’t even filter it. He was simply just too focused on you. You, you, you. He grabbed at your hand as he held it, his touch light as he thumbed over your knuckles.

“I’m serious. You’re breathtakingly beautiful.” You slightly held his hand back as you then bent down and started pulling on your heels. “Oh,” he made a small sound as he held your hand tighter and with his other hand, placed it on your small, naked back to keep you steady as you slipped on the aching shoes.

He helped you out of the apartment after you grabbed your small white handbag with your wallet, backup makeup, and a few other random things you may or may not need while you’re out. He held your arm as you two went downstairs and out the building as you slid into the passenger seat of his car, only for him to climb into the driver's seat and off you two were.

You looked out the window, Taehyung holding your hand the entire way, seeing how jittery and nervous you were. He would occasionally glance at you, but would only sit and stroke on your knuckles, trying to calm you. Ever since he got back with you from your grandmother’s visit, him holding your hand is becoming more and more normal and he couldn’t be more happy with it.

When the two of you arrived, Taehyung pulled the car into a small space next to a large building. It was like a grand hotel, and all around it were fashionable, expensive cars, people walking in and out the doors, gussied up for the party of 21st century. The weight of the situation hit you and you were almost tempted to beg Tae to take you back, take you home, but you couldn't. You wouldn’t do that to him. You’ve made it this far, you can’t go back now.

After he parked the car, he took out his keys an pocketed them, he looked at you, grabbing our hand with his second one now free from the wheel.

“Are you sure you want to go in? I swear, if you can’t handle it, I’ll take you home right now. I don’t want you to be miserable, I just want you to be happy and comfortable, and if that means taking you home, then home is where we’ll go.”

You shook your head.

“I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing, I’ll be okay.” You took a shaky breath as you looked at him, eyeliner lined eyes looking into his. “You’ll be with me the whole time?” He nodded.

“If I’m ever away from you, Jin will be right next to you in my place.” You did briefly remember him telling you Jin would be there was well, as he was Tae’s secretary, and a vital part of the company when one brought up work ethics. You nodded.

“Alright. Then, let’s just rip off the bandaid and go inside.” He nodded as he let go of your hand and got out of the car, racing over to help you out of your side. He looped your arm under and around his as he aided you to the door, presenting his invitation to the doorman and, with you beside him, waltz right in.

It was like stepping through a vortex into a different world entirely. The entire of the main floor was like a giant ballroom. Chandeliers, candles, white cloth covered tables of foods, beverages and alcohol and of course all the consumers dressed head to toe in jewels and money made into fabric. You almost felt out of place when Taehyung pulled you along with him and soon you felt someone touch your shoulder from behind you. You jumped as you looked behind you, relaxing when you saw Jin’s familiar smile.

“I see you two made it.” You both turned to look at Jin fully as you smiled to him, relieved to see a familiar face other than Tae. He cupped his chin and looked at you, you raising your brow in confusion.

“What?”

“Nothing. You look beautiful, Y/N.” Taehyung jumped in, smiling as he took your hand tightly.

“Doesn’t she! She’s doubting herself though.” You looked at the in-line CEO.

“I never said that!” He smirked down at you.

“You didn’t have to dear.” You and him had a small staring contest as Jin laughed at you two. It was then that you noticed you weren’t nervous as much anymore. The way you were with these two, it helped loosen you up. Taehyung saw the change in your eyes and smiled, you looking at his smile. Was he trying to help you ease up the entire time?

“Has all the guests arrived yet?” Taehyung took to the conversation with Jin as he pulled out a small notebook from his inside chest pocket of his black tux. He scanned over the list and sighed.

“Nearly. I’m still waiting on your father’s arrival.” Taehyung’s brow furrowed and he clicked his tongue. It was his stupid party, yet here he was, running late. The host surely wasn’t following through on his job.

“Of course he’s not here yet. He’s never on time to anything.” Tae sighed as you looked up to him, seeing his annoyed gaze you squeezed his hand. He glanced down at you and smiled a bit, and squeezed back. He appreciated your attempt to try and lift him back up, even when you were struggling to even breath in the air in this place.

“He’ll be here shortly, don’t worry too much about it. I’ll text you when I see him.” Tae nodded as Jin excused himself to go and greet and thank others for showing up. You were waiting for Tae to start leading you around to greet people as well, and were confused when he never moved from his spot. But, it all made sense when people started catching sight of him and trotted happily on over.

They came to him.

He was the handsome, CEO in line to B&H Corp., as well as the only son of the host of the party. Of course they came to him, not the other way around. It was simple to understand and you felt Taehyung grab your hand tightly as he tugged you just a tad be closer to himself. He wanted to offer as much warmth, and comfort as he could before the first insufferable ‘hello’.

“Mr. Kim, how are you!” The first older woman asks, her voice almost nasally. You felt awkward, trying to keep a friendly approach on your face, even though you know no one would be talking with you. It was all for Taehyung’s appearance and how these people should view him.

“Please, Mr. Kim is my father. Taehyung is simple enough for you Madam Yang.” His smile and sweet words rolled off his tongue in a disgustingly familiar fashion. You watched as the older woman’s face lit up, one of her hands cupping a wine glass, the other touching her cheek in bashfulness.

“Why I’ll be, you remember me?” Taehyung smiled sweetly still.

“Of course. I’m quite proud of the fact I’ve never forgotten a face before. You’re a very familiar one. It’s a pleasure to see you this evening. I hope you are enjoying your time thus far?” It was so foreign to hear him speak of formally. It was like the first time you two spoke, or your first conversation via text. Thinking about it, you liked how they had mellowed out, you converse with him so easily now.

“It’s a very lovely venue.” The gaze of the woman finally fell to you as you offered a bow of your head to her and a smile that you tried to not seem to nervous filled. “Who is your friend here? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of ever seeing her.” Her smile was sweet, sure, but you couldn’t help to feel so small under her gaze. Normally, Tae would pull his companion in front of him more to introduce them, but you were so nervous, anxious and swirling with uncertainty, he couldn’t detach himself from you.

Instead, he let go of your hand, seeing the slight panic in your eyes return, only to fade again when his hand was placed on the small of your naked back. He pushed your closer to him as he rubbed his thumb on your mid-back, trying to sooth you and offer you the comfortable, and still socially acceptable, amount of distance between the two of you. He looked down to you and smiled, when you looked up at him and smiled back.

“This is Miss Y/L/N. Y/N. She’s my date on this fine evening. It’s her first time to something so grand, so she’s a bit shy.” The older woman shook her head.

“It’s quite alright. I remember my first time attending something so flashy when I was still young. I was petrified. Such a wallflower I was back then. Oh, but I’ve aged and grown since then, now things of this stature are second nature to me.” She looked at you and offered a smile, and it seemed pretty genuine, but you couldn’t be sure. “You’ll be alright dear, just hang in there. You’ll soon learn to enjoy yourself.” You smiled to her and nodded as he prodded off and soon it was like that for a solid 40 minutes before Tae and you had a time for breath without other hovering around you.

He had asked how you were holding up and with a shaky exhale, you told him you were alright. It wasn’t too bad, but you felt bad for making him do all the talking. But, what were you suppose to say. ‘Hi, I’m some low-class working girl, of a low-scale beauty company and I’m this handsome, rich man’s date for some reason’. Yeah, you thought not. He didn’t mind though, he had come prepared to speak anyways, with or without a date. He was an important picture in this world after all.

He was enjoying his time speaking when he got a text. Plucking his phone from his pocket he unlocked it to see a text from Jin. When Tae looked up from his phone, his eyes looked right past you and locked onto someone behind you. You wanted to turn around, and see who it was, but Tae stopped you.

“Keep looking at me. Don’t turn around.” His voice had dropped and you simply did as you were told. You gently took his hand and held it, trying to offer something to make the dark glare in his eyes go away. He looked down at you, eyes softening as he brought your hands up to his lips, kissing your knuckles, nearly making your face flush. You’d been good about keep everything bubbling in your gut under control, but being in this stressful situation and seeking Tae as your only solace, your guard was lowered and he unconsciously took advantage of that.

Keeping your knuckles just at brushing distance of his lips, he spoke lowly to you.

“I have someone I need to speak to, but I can’t have you with me. Not that I’m shooing you away, but this person is-”

“It’s alright,” you cut him off. “I understand. I’ll go and hide away in the bathroom and if I feel brave, I’ll come out and maybe try and talk to some people. You go do what you have to, okay?” He smiled at you as he kissed your knuckles once again and ushered you off to the bathroom down one of the halls. As he watched you disappear, he turned to lock eyes with the person he was previously glaring at.

The figure jerked his head to a different hall and started off. Taehyung got the message of them telling him to follower after, and he did. He had a few things to say to this person, a few things indeed. Words, ideas, thoughts, opinions and he was more than ready to fight. Fight about and for you.

Because the person he glared at, the person leading him to a empty meeting room down a vacant hall was none other than Mr. Kim. The current CEO of B&H Corporation as well as Taehyung’s father.

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Day 23, Seoul 4th Oct

The day was overcast but no rain, hopefully. I could get a bus from the hotel to Seoul Forest which is in Seongsu. The forest is on the edge of the Han River. You could see fancy new skyscrapers in the background. It’s not a huge area but very pleasant.

It was all very peaceful. With high rise living the need somewhere to escape to. All their parks are lovely.

A guy was mediating on the edge of the lake and the women were gardeners getting some instructions.

I loved there outfits.

Into the forest was a large group of students taking it in turns of small groups having their photos taken in different poses. They were having fun. The camera guy was working hard, though.

While I was watching a group of girls came over keen to talk. They love trying out their English. The girls told me they were 16 and said they finished high school when they were 19. I looked up the Korean System and they finish at 18 but the Koreans until a few months ago had a different system of age then the rest of the world which makes them one year older. The changes bring Korea in line with International Standards so I’m thinking the girls were 15 by our standards. It’s probably hard to all of a sudden think you are a different age. This age thing comes up all the time with BTS. There is always a big reaction when you say you are from Australia. People think we are the best country ever, which we are, but I think it’s because it seems so far away and a bit unknown. I was talking to a guy from Senegal at the Museum bus stop yesterday. You can count on one hand how many black people I’ve seen. He has been working in Seoul in the car industry for three years. He only had a bit of English but said he could speak a bit of Korean but it was very hard. Anyway, when I said I was from Australia, he was very impressed and said Australia is a great country. Always the same reaction.

There were interesting sculptures throughout the forest.

I don’t know too much about horse racing in Korea whether it’s a bit thing or not.

Very jazzy looking buildings just outside the forest. Older buildings are more utilitarian but a lot more design elements are in newer buildings.

There are a few art galleries in this area, as well. This was in the D Museum. It was a bit of a different museum and the exhibition was all about romance. It was good in parts but there was a bit of a comic, animation feel in other sections but it was interesting. It was the first museum I’ve had to pay for but I did get an age discount.

It was well put together and had lots of different mediums.

It was a bit eclectic.

This was gorgeous as the material moved in the breeze making the white leaf cutouts flutter.. You walked through the middle.

Around this room where little rooms with different things in each.

I love a gallery wall. These were all very soft and romantic paintings.

One room had a mirror which you had to go forward to continue with the exhibit. It took me awhile to work that out.

Outside were interesting shapes in the garden area.

Seoul has the most amazing cafe culture. Cafes are everywhere and so nice. This one was called Teddy’s House. Not sure why as it was very French even the music. The go in cafes is to find a seat and leave your belongings there to claim the table. They are very trusting. Handbags, phones and computers are left unattended.

Cafes are self serve. You get a tray and pick up your pastries which are all very lush, take that to the counter and order your drink. You get a buzzer. The pastry gets put on a plate, on a tray with your drink when it’s ready for pick up. When people are finished everyone cleans up after themselves never leaving anything on the table. It’s the same in all cafes. Very civilised.

When I first got to the cafe there were only a couple of other people but it must have been lunch hour as it was packed when I left. My only issue is most cafes don’t serve my sort of tea. I have been drinking Camille. Drinks are around $6 to $7 and the little quiche was $5 so not that cheap.

You have mixtures of streets. Where the cafe was had other nice cafes and shops. The street behind looked more your traditional type of streetscape.

I had seen this mural on the internet so went looking for it. It’s Jimin’s birthday 13th October so this was put up for that. This was his solo dance at the 2019 MMA’s. You can watch it on You tube if you are interested. He is the most beautiful of dancers. Originally classically trained.

I also went looking for this new Dior store, which I had read about. It’s a bit of a surprise where it’s located down a fairly narrow street in a bit of an industrial area. It was like a jewel and had lots of mirror finishes on the outside walls.

Even the planter boxes were mirrored. The building fuses French style gardens with Korean nature. A guy was on the front door so it’s only entry by invite. The photo doesn’t do it justice. It gleamed and shone.

There was an inner garden inside the outside walls.

Seongsu was originally an industrial area so I’m not quite sure why they built the Dior building in this location. Immediately to the right of the Dior building you are looking at this.

I caught the subway back close to my hotel. It was easier to do. The trains are very clean and not that full or at least when I have used them. Everything is pretty black here. The locals wear a lot of black and white especially since it’s getting a bit cooler.

I got off the subway at the Design and Culture building which is pretty unique building.

It was getting dark so I’ll come back another day for a better look.

To get back to my bus stop I ended up walking through a more traditional market area where you see more workers eating. It’s chalk and cheese to other parts of the city and also in regard to the people that work there.

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Tom and Kristiane - 1,7, 19, 21, 22, 27 and 35 DETAILED HEADCANON TUMBLR MEME. (Gaahh sorry if it's too much, but you know how much I love this couple, so I just want to know more about them! Lots of kisses to you, sweetie!) -Maizie

I’m so about this, Maizie! Thank you. I’m hoping that this will encourage my inner writer to come out and play again. She’s been missing for too long.

*wiggles fingers* Here we go! Tom and Kristiane

1. What does their bedroom look like?

This is difficult to answer because they do have different bedrooms (even in my head). They still live apart. So I’ll do my best to describe.

Kristiane’s bedroom is very small. She lives in Hell’s Kitchen in Manhattan, so her entire apartment is tiny. Her room is probably no more than 9 by 9 and a perfect box. It doesn’t suit her at all, so she did as much decorating as she could to make it look unique and not so square. She’s strewn white fairy lights haphazardly along the ceiling perimeter. Her double bed that takes up most of the real estate in the room sits directly under the single window.

She uses plush sheets and plush pillows and plush comforters, so that her bed looks like a great big marshmallow that she can fall into and disappear. But it wouldn’t be white... more soft feminine colors.

She’d also have musical poster cards on her wall, that aren’t meticulously framed or measured. She sticks them up when she’s inspired to do so, and they’re from shows that she hasn’t done, only ones that she goes to see. Les Miserables is one of her favorites that she’s never done, and Wicked and Phantom of the Opera.

She also has mementos from some of the shows that she’s done. She’s got a leatherbound stationary folder from Daddy Long Legs, a pair of pantaloons from her run as Belle in Beauty and the Beast, her bonnet from playing Martha Jefferson in 1776 and her satchel handbag from playing Squeaky Frommer in Assassins... among other knickknacks.

Her closet is also tiny, and tends to overflow, busting at the seams. She’s also not necessarily the tidiest of people. She doesn’t like things too organized, she likes the look of it lived in and cozy.

Tom on the other hand is almost the complete opposite. He likes things neat and tidy and there’s a place for everything. His bedroom is large, and more the shape of a rectangle. Hes got a king sized bed dressed in masculine tones. His entire flat was designed by a friend from university.

Tom bought his place with his Thor paycheck, and for the most part away for most of the move-in. He needed someone to do it for him, so he hired Ava to manage everything. She did if for cost as a favor and to boost her portfolio.

It’s more sparse, to calm Tom... so he doesn’t have to think about it or worry about it. It’s more of a place to go to unwind than a place to spend any kind of time. Very few pillows, crisp, clean linens, immaculately made. Long blue curtains to accentuate the tall ceilings. Symmetry rules. The bed is balanced with matching nightstands and matching lamps on either side of the bed. About the only thing in the bedroom that’s personal to Tom are the two full bookcases.

His walk-in closet is organized for his ease. Suits and jackets and all are color coordinated. His entire layout looks more like a hotel than a home, but he likes it that way so he doesn’t have to do much but maintain it.

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Neither wastes time actually. They’re both dedicated to their careers, so they don’t get a lot of time to waste. Obviously they know how to have fun and fill in the hours when they’re not in rehearsal or on stage or filming. Kristiane takes part in the sports teams for Broadway Cares Equity Fights Aids. She does bowling during the winter, and softball in the spring. She keeps active with her dance classes and voice lessons. Even if she’s doing a show, she’s auditioning or lending her voice and talents to readings of upcoming musicals. There’s always something to do in New York City, and would rather not waste time.

Tom is the same. He doesn’t waste time. He’s always reading, because there are too many books, and not enough time to read them all. He’s always looking for the next project (movie/television) to show interest in. He does fancy a go down at the pub with his mates. Drinking and games at the pub is a way to blow off steam.

Both of them know how to fill their time, rather than waste it.

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

As cheesy as it may read, each other. Although they sometimes don’t get on, they are both so deeply in love with the other that it calms them. Even when they’re apart, knowing the other is out there living and breathing... that’s enough.

21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

This is another easy one. Talent and intelligence turns them both on. Artistry and accomplishment turns them on. Ambition and charisma. They both get excited by application and the ingenuity of progression in life and art.

Turn offs would be wasted potential, laziness, and negative energy. They don’t like pessimism or evil intentions.

Turn ons: the smell of baked goods, dessert/pudding, a beautiful melody, philanthropy, breakfast in bed, a day off together.

Turn offs: betrayal, disloyalty, spoils of wealth, garbage/sewage, the smell of petrol

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Kristiane would scribble lyrics to her favorite songs, like Don Quixote from Man of La Mancha or It’s Your Fault from Into the Woods. Or she’d dream cast herself into roles that she’d never have the opportunity to play. Matilda in Matilda because she’s too old. Eliza in Hamilton because she’s too ingenue. Elphaba in Wicked because she’s more of a Glinda.

Tom would doodle, like Loki or Thomas Sharpe. Maybe a creature that he would imagine being part of the Star Wars universe or a new generation of dinosaur in Jurassic Park.

27. What is their biggest regret?

For Tom, it’s leaving Kristiane, and breaking up with her in the way he did. In hindsight, he would’ve be selfish and kept up the long distance relationship in order to keep her in his life.

For Kristiane that’s a little more complicated because I haven’t posted that part of the story yet. But she unintentionally insulted Tom when she took a vacation to see him. That will make far more sense when I actually post it. She didn’t mean to do it, and she also didn’t realize she’d done it until much later.

35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Tom enjoys table tennis, reading, and creating characters. Kristiane enjoys parties with friends, harmonizing and creating characters. Again they fill their time rather than waste their time.

Woooooo!!!! That was a lot of information! I think I ran out of steam there. LOL I hope this informs the characters a bit more than I wrote into the stories. Thanks for the questions!

#maizie #the course answered #tom and kristiane #the course of true love never did run smooth #down with love #thank you!!!!!#Anonymous

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