#Balenciaga Bag organizer

[sungbeam]

𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

nonidol!eric sohn x gn!reader

you can't figure out why eric's been acting different, but maybe you had nothing to worry about in the first place.

8.2k words, bffs2l, college au, reader is incredibly oblivious, swearing, pining, flirting, kissing, mentions of organic chemistry (yuck), eric sohn, fluff, one really bad that's what he said joke (sorry it was chenle), mentions of alcohol

a/n: to @mosviqu !! (requests are closed) hope you like this one, beloved :')) thanks for waiting

A midnight pool party wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you told your friends that you had just gotten off of work. You'd thought they were just having a game night at another friend's house, but it turned out, they decided to utilize said friend's massive backyard space, including his heated pool lined with LED lights at the bottom.

"Who the hell has LED lights at the bottom of their pool?" You voiced aloud in the car.

Ningning's voice wrapped around you from the full volume of your phone's speaker, "My friend from middle school and the one who got us into Yangyang's party the other night—Zhong Chenle. You remember him, right? We went to high school with him, too."

You definitely remembered him. How could you not? He had the most subtly rich personality you'd ever come across. You once thought he was wearing a regular, white Hanes T-shirt from the store (the ones that came in a six pack from Costco), but it turned out that it was a two hundred dollar Balenciaga top.

It was literally just a white shirt.

"Yeah, so we're just here with him and some of his friends," Ningning continued on. You could hear the sounds of merriment in the background, including music and bodies crashing into the pool.

You pulled up to your apartment complex, and it took a second for you to gather your belongings and scramble out of the car. You squeezed your phone between your ear and shoulder as you bumped the car door closed with your hip. "Who's there again? I know you and Winter, but specifically…"

"Uhhh—besides Chenle, there's Renjun, Yangyang, Sungchan, and Eric."

As you let yourself into the apartment, you paused. “Wait, Eric's back?”

There was a commotion on the other side and for a moment, you didn't hear what Ningning said. Then she returned to the speaker with a giggle in her voice, “Yn! We're playing Monopoly soon, but I'm only playing if you're coming over—oh shit, did you say something just now?”

You chuckled, dumping your bag on the kitchen counter and just barely stopping yourself from slumping over like your work bag. “I just asked if Eric was back. I thought you just said he was there with you all.”

“Oh yeah! He said he got back from LA a few hours ago. I don't know how he's not severely jetlagged, but you know what? He brought booze.”

“Sounds like Eric,” you mused. You wondered why he hadn't told you he was back in town. You thought he wouldn't be taking off until tomorrow morning, so that was when you were expecting him.

“—so?”

“Hm?”

“You coming over?”

“Yeah, yeah give me a few.”

One cup of crappy coffee and a change of clothes later, you arrived in front of Chenle's house just a fifteen minute drive from your complex. It was gated and tucked away, which made sense as to why they were able to make so much noise. You could hear the music out from the driveway.

Ningning emerged from the shadows of the side entrance to the house. Her eyes lit up at the sight of you. "Ahh, Yn! I'm so glad you're finally here," she squealed and skipped over to you in her flip-flops, wrapping her arms around you in a big hug. Your friend was dressed in a pretty, bandeau bikini top and bottom, her inky black hair falling down her shoulders like the flow of a waterfall.

You laughed as she pulled away. "Glad I could make it. Are we just going through the side gate or something?"

She nodded and guided you through the foliage. "Yeah. How was work?"

You figured that after your long shift, you probably wouldn't have much energy to actually go swimming. You'd changed into a bathing suit anyway and threw a T-shirt and shorts over it in case, but had arrived with little more than your wallet, keys, and lip gloss.

You gave her a shrug in reply. "Eh. It's work," you said, your voice barely loud enough to hear over the sound of water splashing and high-pitched shrieks. "It was quiet, at least."

"That's good," she nodded with a soft smile thrown over her shoulder. "Thank god you're finally here. Chenle decided he didn't wanna get his limited edition Jade Rabbit Monopoly board wet—” She gave an indulgent eye roll, “—but his game, his decision, I guess.”

You chimed in your agreement just as you and Ningning emerged on the side of the backyard that hosted your friends and their midnight pool party. From your vantage, you could count the heads present, including one Yangyang making a splash into the pool and getting water all over Renjun.

“Yn!” Winter raised a hand from where she sat cross-legged on a lounge chair.

“Yo, what's up, Yn?” Sungchan hollered from the side of the pool where the speaker was. He was fiddling around with whoever's phone was connected to the aux cord.

You grinned, greeting everyone with a big wave. “Hey, guys. Have you been out here for long?”

“Yangyang, I swear to—” Renjun's swear cut through the music to the symphony of Yangyang's screeching of absolute delight. The former brushed his wet hair back, rubbing the pool water out of his eyes. It wasn't until afterward that he greeted you back as you neared where he had been dragged into the pool by his friend. “Hi, Yn. Did you just get here?”

“I did! Where's—”

The back door to the house slid open and Chenle emerged dragging out a massive cooler of what you assumed to be drinks. Carrying the back end was Eric in a pair of dampened board shorts with his wet bangs hanging in his eyes.

“Eric Sohn! You're not supposed to be here until tomorrow morning, you poser!” You shouted in his direction.

Chenle and Eric's heads both whipped over toward where you and Ningning were. Chenle said something to Eric with a wide-ass monkey grin, then proceeded to drag the cooler the rest of the way without Eric's help.

Eric cupped the back of his neck sheepishly as he approached you. He must have recently gotten out of the pool, because there was still water dripping down the lines of his chest and stomach. “In my defense, the airline offered me money if I took an earlier flight,” he said with a laugh.

“As your certified best friend,” you mused, “I'm offended I wasn't the first to know about this update.”

“Okay, best friend, let me hug you to make up for it.”

Your eyes widened, “Eric, you're wet—”

“That's what he said!” Chenle howled with laughter at his own joke, and Ningning groaned in anguish.

“Okay and?” Before you could protest any more, he trapped you in his arms, pressing his dampened skin against your perfectly dry outer garments. For good measure, he nuzzled his wet hair against the side of your face, too.

“You're like—like a dog,” you laughed, playfully pushing him away.

Eric beamed and placed his hands on his hips. “Golden retriever to your black cat. Now, do I have to dump you in that pool myself or are you going to like swimming tonight?”

Your face pressed into a deadpanning line, which drew an even brighter sound from him. You couldn't help but smile; it was nice to have him back. “You're so annoying sometimes. I'm sitting on the edge of the pool only, and you can suck it.”

As you began making your way over to the edge of the pool, Eric trailed after you with his head shaking and a laugh lingering on his tongue. “Missed you, Yn.”

It was a good thing you were facing away from him right then. A smile split your face like a slice of watermelon. “Missed you, too, Sohn.”

You didn't see your friends again until the following Friday evening. It wasn't late enough to call it “night” nor early enough to call it “afternoon.” It was a timestamp somewhere in the middle when the sun had yet to decide if it would hide behind the buildings or peer through the alleyways. It was also when the Korean BBQ place in the university district was relatively bare, and so you and your friends could get away with scoring the big table in the back on the raised platform.

“I feel like a king,” Chenle said with a smile on his face as he breathed in the smell of beef on the grill.

Sungchan flipped over one of the pieces of chicken with his tongs. “Wait, so Yn, they're for real making you work the Friday night closing shift?”

All eyes turned toward your end of the table where you sat with Eric on your right, and Ningning and Winter across from you.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked, your dominant hand pausing your chopstick movements. “Oh, uh, yeah… I mean,” you added with a shrug, “it's not so bad most of the time. I think I would rather have me working than one of the kids.” The store you worked at was relatively understaffed, and your manager oftentimes hired high schoolers from the nearby district to fill in the spaces. There were rare occasions where rowdy customers came in during the latter hours of the night, and you would rather your younger colleagues didn't have to worry about that. (Even if you yourself also worried about rowdy customers.)

“Do you at least get a closing shift bonus?” Winter asked, her cheek stuffed with her last bite. “When I worked part-time at the corner store last year, they at least incentivized closing.”

“Usually when I work alone, yeah,” you said.

Eric's left arm came to rest over the back of your chair as he leaned forward to transfer a slab of short rib to your bowl. “Are you working alone tonight?” He asked, reaching past you to grab a piece of cucumber from one of the metal bowls of side dishes.

You placed the cucumbers between the two of you temporarily so he could have easier access. “I think so,” you said. “Unless my manager recruited someone else, but yeah, I think it'll probably just be me.”

The rest of the table turned to their individual conversations, especially as one of the waiters brought over an additional platter of meats to grill.

Eric murmured to you, “What if I just happened to show up at your work tonight?”

You turned your body slightly to face him, mutual smiles curling onto both of your mouths. “What, need a new first aid kit or something?”

“And a little dose of Yn Ln,” he said before popping a slice of fish cake into his mouth. He was still leaning in close to you, the twinkle in his eyes like a secret only you two knew. You were trying to not let the skin peeking out of his tank top throw you off balance; it was definitely just the heat and steam that made it glisten.

Your eyebrows shot up at his remark. “You're getting plenty of me now.”

“I need to make up for when I was away,” he replied as easy as it was for him to drink water. “I told you, I missed you.”

It was the fire from the grill, the heat of the room, the smell of the food. It was not Eric Sohn making your skin hot or your heart trip—at least, that was what you told yourself. He was attractive, yes, and he was one of your best friends. He was flirty, double yes, but he was still just a friend. (Right?) “Did you breathe too much LA air?” You joked half-heartedly. “You're acting… different.”

He shoved his bite into his cheek and gave you a shrug. “I think I'm acting exactly how I should be,” he said with a quirk of his eyebrows, then tuning into whatever topic Renjun had brought up—something about a party at Han Jisung's house.

Your head tilted to the side in dumbfoundment, but you returned to the rest of the group even if your brain was rewinding that conversation over and over again in your head. What did he mean that he was acting exactly how he should be?

For a moment, you turned back to look at him. His head was so close to yours, his body scooted forward on his chair to close that distance between his legs and yours. You couldn't read him—could only see the mirth in his eyes from Chenle and Renjun going back and forth in Chinese, as if he could understand. You weren't sure what you were looking for.

He glanced over at you then to meet your eyes. It was a split second, but that was enough to alter your brain chemistry, that you were sure his eyes flickered down to your lips. Then his eyes were away from you, having never dared a look at all.

It was about three hours later that you found yourself stationed behind the front counter at the store you worked at. After six, usually the crowd dwindled down when everyone was out having dinner or curled up at home for the night.

That left you with a few options to occupy the time. With the aisles less than crowded, you could hook your phone up to the overhead speaker and bop your head while stocking up the aisles. While Wednesdays were the main inventory days, some of that work spilled into Thursdays and Fridays depending on how much was delivered and who was on the schedule.

You were sorting through the candy aisle checking for expired dates when you heard the jingle of the bell above the front door. “Hi, welcome in!” You hollered from over the aisle, then broke into a smile at the sight of a familiar Los Angeles Angels baseball cap.

Eric tracked your voice and joined you in the aisle you were in, his tank top from earlier swapped out for a dark colored T-shirt under a corduroy jacket. He must have not wanted to come in clothes that reeked of food. “Hey you,” he said, walking over to ruffle your hair.

“Aye,” you chided half-heartedly and reached up to smooth out the hair on top of your head. “I didn't think you were being serious about stopping by,” you mused. You squeezed your hand to reach for the bars of chocolate at the far back. When you examined them and determined that they had reached the shelf expiration date, you dumped them into the shopping basket at your feet to be logged later.

“Of course I was being serious,” he huffed while perusing the bags of gummy candies hanging in the section next to you.

“Those are pretty good.” You pointed out a brand of lesser known gummies shaped like whale sharks. They had adorable, little smiles, but when they got damaged or melted… it was less adorable and less smile-looking. But they were nice and snackable, nonetheless.

He hummed in consideration and plucked a bag off the hanger. “How many of these brands have you tried?”

“Like… five or six,” you said. “I just kind of mark it as a store expense, and then me and the other person on shift share it.”

He chuckled, a smile flitting over his lips after examining the back of the bag. “Wanna share these with me?”

“Sure, man.”

That was how you found yourself at the front counter across from Eric, a bag of whale shark gummies split open between you. You had the store's to-do list binder open and were checking off the items you'd completed, all the while popping a poor whale shark into your mouth. Eric had found interest in one of the celebrity magazines displayed on the rack by the door.

It had so far been a slow night with very few customers coming in to grab a last minute case of beer or condoms. All the usual shit. However, time flew past a lot faster with Eric keeping you company. Even though the conversation you'd had with him at dinner earlier lingered in the back of your mind, it was quickly forgotten as he filled your time talking about LA, plans for the summer, and whatever you were up to while he was gone.

As midnight fast approached, the gummy sharks were finished and you whipped out the broom to begin cleaning up.

Eric idly scrolled through your phone to choose a song, skipping one after the other. “Can I help clean up or anything?” He asked after settling on a Dominic Fike song.

“Just sit still and look pretty,” you teased as you swept some dust and debris into a dustpan.

He smiled to himself. “That should be your job.”

There went your heart again, but thank god you were turned away from him. “Unfortunately, I don't get paid for that.”

“How much do you want?”

You turned your head over your shoulder to look at him, and he sent you a cheeky grin. You laughed loud at the ridiculousness, then returned to sweeping the aisle you were in. “You’re so stupid,” you said playfully. You didn't mean it… sort of. He was stupidly smooth, stupidly pretty, stupidly—

Eric grabbed the dustpan to trail after you. “Damn, I call you pretty and you call me stupid?”

“What if stupid is a compliment?”

“When is it ever a compliment?”

Despite the banter, the two of you were both beaming at each other in the lowlight. In no time, you had the entire store swept clean (for the most part), and you went to tuck the broom and dustpan into the back room. The clock struck just about midnight, too, and you swung the ring of keys around your index finger, your bag hanging off your shoulder.

Eric glanced up from where he had his nose buried in his phone screen. “Ready?” He asked, perking up like a golden retriever.

“Yep.” You stopped behind the counter to clock out. “Thanks for keeping me company, Eric. I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, what are f—” His voice broke for a second, and you sent him a look. He cleared his throat, “What are friends for?”

You finished clocking out on the computer, then slipped out from behind the counter and moved toward where Eric was. “Is that what we are?” You jested in reply.

His eyes went wide for a second. “What?”

Your head cocked to the side quizzically. “Is that what we are? Friends?” You repeated. When he still looked dumbfounded, you grimaced, “Was that lame? Yeah, that was lame. Let's just forget about that.”

You stepped toward the front door, but Eric placed a hand on your upper arm to stop you.

“Wait, Yn—”

You stopped with a hum in your throat, head turned back toward him. The two of you stood slightly closer now. Beneath the dim fluorescents, between the cold medicine and magazine rack, you searched this man's eyes for an answer he wasn't giving you. You could measure the length of his eyelashes from this distance, and you saw the shine mark on his lips after his tongue darted out to wet it.

“Eric?” You voiced quietly after he hadn't said anything. “Everything okay?”

Something shuddered in his expression and you swore his cheeks darkened in shade. “Nothing,” he said swiftly. “Sorry, it's nothing.”

Eric sat down across from you with a pair of headphones hanging around his neck and his hood thrown over his head. He nudged his black-rimmed glasses up his nose as he powered his laptop on. “Hey,” he whispered to you, his eyes darting around to make sure no one around you was bothered by his speaking.

The two of you were situated in the upper levels of your university library to study for your upcoming final exams. Most of the libraries on campus had a system in place where lower levels were meant as collaborative spaces with each level getting quieter in general volume. You and Eric were on the top floor, but at one of the desks tucked into one of the bookshelves. There were a few people around you, but they were hidden by walls and shelves, for the most part.

“I think you're fine,” you whispered to him in amusement as you uncapped your highlighter to mark a specific passage in the text you were reading.

Eric got up and quietly moved his chair to sit adjacent to you, rather than across from you. “What're you working on?”

“Just some research for a paper,” you replied. “You?”

“O-chem,” he said, and his entire being flopped over his closed laptop, his face crumpled in anguish.

You cooed silently and gently patted his hoodie-covered head. “You poor thing.”

Oh, organic chemistry. The monster it was.

When he still didn't pick himself or his laptop screen up, you leaned over to lay on top of him. “This is comfortable,” you muttered into the back of his hoodie.

You heard him hum in agreement.

“Dude, I don't even know how you're keeping up with your classes during baseball season,” you whispered and began mindlessly drawing flowers on his back.

“I'm not.”

You had to bury your face into his back to suppress your snort. “That's valid.”

“Thanks.”

“Awwh,” you murmured and wrapped your arms around his back. “It's gonna be okay. I promise.” Out of the two of you, Eric was usually the one with the sunny disposition, but it didn't mean you wouldn't jump at the opportunity to help him feel better. He deserved just as much tender love and care.

For a moment, you stayed in that position with your body covering his and your arms wrapped around him. If you weren't careful, you might have fallen asleep like that.

Eventually, you peeled yourself off of him and coaxed him to sit up with you. “Study for an hour with me and then we can get a treat.”

“Your face is a treat,” he said groggily, rubbing his eye from behind his glasses while yawning.

You covered up any signs of being flustered with, “Is that how you pull girls, Sohn?”

“No, that's how I pull you.”

You didn't need to feel your skin to know your face was on fire. He didn't even glance over at you, only sleepily smacked his lips together and pulled his laptop lid up with robotic motions. Maybe that was a good thing though. You still weren't too sure how you felt about his flirty remarks as of late, and they had yet to cease.

But… you looked over at Eric and he was already getting to work—you could deal with it later. It wasn't like it meant anything, right? Surely, the quickening of your heart and continually flustered state because of him meant absolutely nothing, right? Of course. And they definitely weren't signs that you liked his increased lines. Definitely.

(Who the fuck were you trying to fool?)

As promised, after about an hour passed by, you and Eric packed up your things to head out to find something to munch on. With spring slowly fading out into a pretty summer, the sun gleamed from its perch in the sky to warm the day. The trees lining the walkway were beginning to lose their flower buds in exchange for rich, dark green leaves.

A few minutes out from the university's main campus, you and Eric walked into a bakery that was frequented by many of your peers. It wasn't a complete surprise to see that nearly all of the tables inside were occupied by people with headphones in, laptops on, and books out.

You and Eric hopped in line, nonetheless, your eyes darting from the display case to the room to scout for an open table. Your fingers drummed against the strap of your bag. “You know what you're getting?”

He hummed. “The almond croissant kind of sounds good right now. What about you?”

“Might get a sandwich, to be honest,” you said. You hadn't had a filling breakfast, so you might as well make up for it.

“Which sandwich?”

“You're not paying.”

He narrowed his eyes playfully with a purse of his lips. “That's what you think.”

He did not pay for your sandwich.

While there was not a single open table inside, there were plenty of them outside. Eric wrinkled his nose at you as you were just about to take a bite of your sandwich. You stopped short. “What? Don't tell me you're butthurt, Sohn.”

“That’s such a weird word,” he said, gently pulling a piece of the croissant apart for him to put into his mouth.

“What, butthurt?” You could agree with that. It was kind of funny. “True, but it describes you pretty well.”

He laughed then, his eyes turning upward into pretty, little crescent moons. Since the two of you were forced to sit outside, the sunshine had an easier path to paint over your friend's face and make him look even more ethereal. A feeling worked its way into your chest at the sight of him like this. “Okay, honey. Whatever.”

You smiled around your bite, replying only after you'd swallowed it, “See? Butthurt.”

“I'm a good sport though.”

“Fine, I will admit that you're a good sport.”

His smile widened as if satisfied with that answer.

From within your bag, you could hear an aggressive vibration from your phone. You set your meal down to wipe your hands, then fished the device out.

At the sight of the text messages, your face morphed into one of mild amusement concealing a whole lot of “what the heck?”

Eric noticed your change in mood. “Something wrong?”

“Not necessarily?” You opened up the text chain that you had with Bae Sumin, one of your friends whom you met from a composition class you both shared in freshman year. “She's asking if you'd be interested in being set up for a date.”

You didn't know why there had been a spike of panic in your heart after reading it. It wasn't like you had any claim over Eric; that wouldn't be right to gatekeep him, especially when you didn't like him like… that, right?

His brows knitted together as he skimmed over the messages. When he was done he leaned away, his head already shaking. “I'm not really interested.”

“Really?” You asked curiously, withdrawing your phone back to your side of the table and mentally drafting a text message back. “Sieun's pretty nice.”

“I'm just—” he nudged his glasses up, letting out a breathy laugh, “—I’d rather figure that all out for myself, y'know? It's not like I don't think Sieun's a good person, but I…” He huffed, and it sounded almost frustrated.

You didn't know why you felt guilty all of a sudden. “You don't have to explain it to me, dude,” you said and began texting Sumin back. “If you don't want to, then you don't want to, y'know? It's better than leading her on.”

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“So you're not interested in anyone then?” You asked, in an attempt to slowly bring the conversation away from matchmaking. “You know what? You don't have to say anything—we can talk about something else—”

“I'm interested in someone,” he cut in.

You paused, surprised. You felt your pulse leap. Who? You wanted to ask, but instead inquired, “Really?”

He avoided your eyes. “Yep.”

“Oh.” Well that would make sense why he didn't want to be set up with someone else. Why couldn't he just say that in the first place then?

You gnawed on your bottom lip and couldn't help but think about who Eric could be interested in. There was a jittery flutter in your stomach at the thought. You didn't want to pry, but you were also curious as to who he was interested in. “Well, uh, good for you! I think that's really great.”

That… sounded so insincere.

Eric lifted his gaze to yours, and you felt a jolt run down your spine at the look in his eyes. “Thanks, Yn. I don't really know what to do though, to be honest.”

You frowned, tucking your phone away. “About—about the person? Or about your feelings?”

“I guess,” he said with a helpless gesture of his hands, “both.”

You pressed your lips together. It had been awhile since you were remotely interested in anyone either. And even back then, you were never the sort of person to speak up about your feelings with the person first. But this was Eric, and you wanted to at least try to help him. “Is this person not someone you think you should have feelings for? I guess I’m just asking why you feel conflicted or helpless.”

“Kind of,” he said, tongue in cheek. “They’re—they’re one of my—” He stopped himself. “They’re one of the best people I know, I just don’t think they feel the same way.”

“And so you don’t want to risk losing them should you confess?” You finished for him. You felt your posture droop with sympathy, and maybe a bit of envy. Who could this be about?

Eric scratched the underside of his jaw. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well, I mean, if they’re as good of a person as you say, I think that they wouldn’t hold it against you or your friendship if you confessed and they didn’t feel the same.” If you were in his situation, you wouldn’t want to lose Eric ei—wait, what? Why were you thinking of it like that? You shook yourself out of whatever delusional headspace you found yourself in. “And in any case, maybe you can flirt with them, or hint to them your feelings and see how they respond.”

His eyebrow arched high. “I’ve definitely done that.”

“And?”

He smirked, a chuckle falling out of his mouth. “They may be one of the best people I know, but they’re as oblivious as a rock sometimes.”

Your own brows lifted. “Damn.” And you knew exactly how blatant Eric’s flirting style was.

Eric’s eyes caught onto something behind you, and you sat up to see what he was looking at. Just on the other side of the outside seating area, you recognized Mark Lee and Kim Jungwoo from Eric’s baseball team strolling past.

Mark lifted a hand, his mouth widening into a grin. “Hey, man! What’s up?”

Eric greeted his teammates with his usual cheeriness, clasping his hand with theirs.

“Oh my gosh, is this the—”

“The best friend,” Eric interrupted, his eyes darting to you. Both Mark and Jungwoo did the same thing, so now you were worried about why they were looking at you like that. “Yeah, this is Yn, my best friend.”

Jungwoo grabbed Mark by his shoulder and extended a greeting fist bump toward you. “Nice to finally meet you, Yn. Eric’s told us a lot about you.”

“Oh?” You glanced over at Eric before reciprocating the gesture. “It’s nice to meet you, too. Hope he’s only said good things,” you jested. Partly.

“Oh, all the good things; don’t worry,” Mark chirped. “We’ll see you at practice later, Eric!”

Eric lifted his hand in a wave as they continued down the street. “See you then!”

Once you were sure they were out of earshot, you picked up your sandwich again. “So you talk about me to your teammates?”

“All good things—you heard Mark,” he said with a laugh, but for some reason, you thought you detected a hint of uncertainty there. “How could I not talk about you?”

“Careful there, you’re starting to sound like you’re obsessed with me.”

“Well, maybe I am,” he shot back at you. He brushed the crumbs from his finished croissant onto the plate, reaching for the small stack of napkins between you two. “But seriously, don’t worry about what those guys said. They just like to mess with me.”

You lifted a shoulder in a meager shrug. “No worries, man. I’m obsessed with you, too, so the feeling’s mutual.”

You relished in the way his countenance noticeably lifted, his expression brightened, the corners of his lips curling into the apples of his pinkened cheeks like twin divots. All of a sudden it was just you and Eric, and you could forget about everything and everyone else.

“He said the L word?” Vernon let out a melodramatic gasp, which made it all the more funny since he'd said it with the most monotonous tone. His eyes had gone wide enough to see the white of his eyes though, and you practically doubled over because of him.

Ningning, unaffected by Vernon's silliness, nodded vigorously. “He said he loved her first! Isn't that crazy?”

You plucked out one of your opened water bottles from the fridge. “I don't think it's that crazy. Is it weird that I don't think it's that crazy?”

Vernon sank deeper into the couch cushion he sat on, eyes already drifting closed. “It's Kim Sunwoo; I don't think it's that crazy either.”

“Am I the only person who was shocked by this?”

“Yes,” you and Vernon answered at once.

Ningning rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine. I guess I can see it, too. But it's just weird because he never gave any indication that he even liked her.”

“He was probably just suppressing it?” Vernon offered with a yawn. “Maybe he's just got a lot on his plate. My friend Seungcheol's a little emotionally constipated, too, but it's 'cause he's been slammed by his work stuff.”

“Isn't it crazy that people our age are telling other people they love them already? Like, love-love, and not some kind of primary-school-playground-love.” You moved yourself to join your friends in your micro living room. There was a gathering of laptops and papers scattered on the coffee table, but no one had touched them since they'd been brought out. Finals week burnout was real and tangible.

“One day,” Ningning sighed, less so lovey dovey, and more so exhausted as hell. She leaned her cheek against the back of her knuckles. “I don't know if I wanna get married though.”

“I think marriage is cool,” said Vernon. He had now taken on a coffin position with his arms crossed firmly over his chest and his face tilted up toward the ceiling. “As long as it's with the right person.”

“Yeah, stuff like that can't be rushed,” you agreed. You weren't sure what your plans for the future were; you just hoped you had your friends by your side, at the very least.

All this talk about partners and futures had your mind turning toward your conversation with Eric from lunch the other day. Did he see this crush of his as a potential life partner? He deserved that—someone who loved him as much as he no doubt loved them. Where would that leave you? Didn't you want something like that, too?

“Let's not talk about marriage anymore.” Ningning fwumped onto her side over the remainder of the sectional that Vernon wasn't lying on. She'd clearly given up on studying, same as Vernon. “How's Eric doing, Yn?”

Your head perked up. “Eric? What about Eric?”

“Oh, I dunno.” She held her phone screen directly above her face as she scrolled through social media, her lips pressed together. “Chenle said that Mark said that he's interested in somebody.”

It seemed news traveled fast, but then again, you didn't know how long Eric had been interested in this mystery person. You blinked, gnawing on your bottom lip. “Ah, yeah. He mentioned something about that to me, but he didn't tell me who it was.”

Ningning turned her head slightly to face you and her eyebrow was flicked up toward her hairline. “You're serious?”

“Well, yeah. I'm not gonna force it out of him.”

Vernon peeked one eye open. “Dude, you know that guy would do anything for you, right? If you asked one more time, he probably would have folded like a lawn chair.”

You sent him a pointed look. “I'm not about to force him to give away something sensitive like that. I admit that I'm curious, but…” It just wasn't your business.

He frowned at you, then went back to his half-conscious state.

Were you missing something?

Ningning rolled over completely onto her side. “How about this: how do you feel about Eric being interested in someone?”

Why was this the sudden topic of discussion? You pursed your lips, eyebrows furrowing. “Is this a trick question?”

“Why would it be a trick question?”

You exhaled. “He said that the person he liked was one of the best people he knew, so I'm happy for him. Like I said earlier, it would be nice to know who it was, but I don't want to make him give up something if he's not ready to yet.” That would just be unfair.

Vernon opened his eyes again and turned to Ningning. “Doesn't this sound like an automated response?”

You deadpanned. “It is not an automated response. It's—y’know, why wouldn't I be happy for him?”

With a dead serious tone, your friends said simultaneously, “Because you're in love with him.”

That statement struck a match against your cheeks and set them ablaze. Your lips parted, words failing you. Because you're in love with him?

At your speechlessness, Ningning moved to sit up straight. “We think it's because you have feelings for him,” she rephrased, as if that was any better.

“I do not have feelings for him.”

“I think you do; you might be mistaking it as something else.”

You garbled with the words in your brain, but they slipped and fumbled and wouldn't line up correctly on your tongue. It was to the point that you had to put a pause on trying to come up with a retort, and rather, piece this together logically. There had to be a reason for why both Ningning and Vernon were on the same page with this.

It came to you then, slowly, like a train pulling into the station. It was every one of his flirtatious maneuvers to get you flustered, the bittersweetness you didn't want to acknowledge at the thought that he was interested in somebody else. It was that look in his eyes that you couldn't describe, the way he tripped over his words when it came to calling you a friend. The voice over the intercom was announcing the stop as the train came to a gradual halt.

“Oh.”

Ningning frowned slightly, her head nodding. Vernon was actually awake now. “Yeah.”

So what now?

You knew Eric just finished with his organic chemistry final when you found him passed out on your couch. You'd been out working for the majority of the day and passed him a set of spare keys to your apartment to let himself in whenever he was done so the two of you could start your long awaited movie marathon night. The sun had just set and you'd come with a bag of groceries to make dinner, but all you could think about was the guy snoozing on the couch, his tufts of hair sticking out of his hood.

Cute.

By the time he woke up, you had dinner fixed up, and the apartment was filled with divine aromatics. Some said the smell of food usually made chefs feel full, but you hadn't eaten properly since you left for your shift this morning.

The lump on the couch stirred as you turned off the stove and turned toward the sink to start washing the dishes. You didn't like washing dishes, but it was a necessary evil. Earlier, you’d found the evidence that Eric had helped himself to some of the instant noodles in your cabinets, leaving a note by the dishes in the sink: Sorry, I promise I'll wash these when I wake up!!

You knew he would have kept his word, but you also knew how hard he worked and stressed over that damn exam. It was no inconvenience toward you to wash just a couple extra things.

Eric rolled onto his feet and shuffled into the kitchen, his eyes fluttering to adjust to the warm lighting. “Hi,” he rasped, voice hoarse from his nap.

His chin found your shoulder. “I said I'd wash those,” he murmured, referring to the small pot you were washing now.

“I know. I thought I'd do it anyway.”

“You hate washing the dishes.”

Your movements paused for a second. The organ in your chest was galloping away again, but now you knew the reason. Your head shifted slightly as it bumped against his gently. “I know.”

He was quiet for a moment before his arms came around your form and settled across your stomach and waist. “Thanks. Sorry for the mess.”

“There was no mess, silly goose,” you told him.

“I'll wash the ones after dinner.”

You murmured, “It's okay, Eric. I know you're good for it.”

Eric let out a breath against your neck, his head tucking into the warmth there. “I love you.”

At once, you both froze. You felt his body tense up around you, and knew your movements had stopped completely. You'd both heard what he said crystal clear and even the volume of the sink faucet couldn't dismiss it as a trick of the ear.

“Shit.” He detached himself from you just as you finished washing. You reached for the dry towel next to you on the counter to dry your hands, then turned around to face him. His eyes were wide like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I didn't say that aloud, did I?”

You smiled through a small wince. “You kind of did.”

“What if I left and pretended I wasn't even here?—”

You stepped forward and grabbed him by the shoulders. You gave him a little shake, the smile on your face sweetening. “Hey, Eric. I love you, too.”

His lips fell into a pout. “No, Yn. You—you don't get it. It's—I… I love you.”

“I know,” you said and moved your hands up to cup his face. There was a wobble in his eyes as you said this, that puppy pout deepening. “And I love you, too.”

Eric wrapped his arms around you tight then, a breath of air pushing out from his lips in utter relief. “Oh my god, you have,” he stammered, “no idea how—just—” He pulled away from you and pressed his lips to the side of your face.

You laughed, your hand coming up to cup the back of his head.

His face was split wide open by a massive grin and his eyes, his beautiful eyes, gleamed like a pair of twin stars beneath the dim kitchen lights. “Do you know how hard this has been for me?” He exclaimed while throwing his hands up in the air. “Do you know how much pain I was in when you couldn't get the hint—”

“Hey! Normal people don't just assume that their best friend has feelings for them,” you stuttered out in your own defense.

Eric tilted his head up to the ceiling. “I have literally flirted at you, right to your face.”

“You have a flirty personality.”

“And you are oblivious.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, your head cocking to the side. “Agree to disagree?”

He sighed and the sound was something happy and bright. “Agree to disagree,” he replied. He smiled at you again, but the corners were softer and mellower, the tenderness shining through like the glow of a lamp covered in a fabric shade. “I've been dying to tell you since I went to LA; I just didn't know how.”

“LA?” You parroted.

“I just couldn't stop thinking about wanting you there with me,” he said like it was the easiest thing in the world. “I'd be in the hotel room, staring up at the ceiling with the stupidest smile on my face thinkin’ 'bout you, and then I'd realize I actually was in love with you. It would flip-flop between those two things all trip long.”

You chuckled as you imagined Eric's starkly different facial expressions for each version of himself. It was an amusing thought. “Well, for what it's worth, I'm sorry for all the strife I put you through.”

His hands warmed over the sides of your arms. “Hey, honey, it was all worth it in the end.”

“You know,” you said, playing with one of the strings of his hoodie, and his hands came to rest around your waist loosely, “if the comfort and—the warmth and the happiness I feel around you is love, then I think I've been in love with you since the day we met.”

Eric's lips pressed in a deep pout again. “Come on! You can't possibly say that and not expect me to wanna kiss you.”

“I'm not saying no,” you teased.

There was that smile again. He licked his lips once and leaned over to gently press his mouth against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let his softness consume you and ignite you all at once. It occurred to you that you were never scared of losing Eric as a friend—this was just what was next for you both.

When you both pulled away, your breaths still intermingling, his cheeks were a pretty, bubblegum pink color.

“Was that your first kiss?” You joked even though you knew full well it wasn't.

His laugh was low, but his expression brightened. “Might as well be,” he said, “it's the only one I wanna remember.”

Your tongue stuck out of the corner of your mouth as you carefully pulled the loops of ribbon through itself to create the perfect, matching bow to the one on the other side of your head. Chenle was hosting a start-of-summer party, and it was mandated that you and your friends attend (according to Ningning).

Through your mirror, your eyes caught a presence at your bedroom door. “Oh my god, you're so cute,” Eric groaned, turning to the side to melodramatically hit his head against the doorframe.

You melted into a smile. “Thanks. I wasn't really sure how they would look actually.”

“Well, they're perfect. You’re perfect. Please don't take them off.” He came over to join you were you sat on the floor in front of your body length mirror.

You wiggled around a strand of pink ribbon you had cut off earlier, but didn't end up using because it was way too long for a hair bow. “I've got an extra piece. Do you want it?”

He scoffed, a hand carding through his hair, “Of course, I want it.”

Very pleased with his response, you clambered onto your knees to decide where to put it. He was dressed casually with a loose tank top, board shorts, and a cap on backwards. You squinted one of your eyes closed. “I've got it.”

“You've got it?” He repeated with a chuckle, smile widening as you practically climbed into his lap. “Hi,” he said with your faces close to each other and his hands resting on either side of your waist.

“Calm down there, tiger,” you teased, “I'm just gonna tie it where everyone can see it.”

You looped the ribbon around his left bicep, his arm subtly flexing as you did so. You made sure the bow looked as perfect as you were capable of making it. With a little pat of your hand, you deemed that it was all set.

“Perfect,” he said with a nod of affirmation.

You nodded along with him. “I'd agree.”

“Hey.” He drew your attention over to him once more and his hands pulled you flush against him. There was a goofy grin on his lips as he gazed at you with wide, doe-like eyes that melted into pairs of molten chocolate. “Do you think…”

“Do I think?” You prompted, wrapping your arms around the back of his shoulders.

“Do you think that if I kissed you in front of our friends, they'd realize we were dating?”

A laugh fell from your mouth, and Eric had never seen something so pretty in his life. (There were few things worthy of being engraved on the backs of one's eyelids, but he thought he just found a view that was. He would chase your smile until the end of time.)

“What?” He beamed. “Good idea, right?”

“I thought we said we were soft launching,” you said, the smile yet to retreat.

“I guess,” he sighed dramatically and leaned back onto his hand to drape the other one across his forehead like a damsel in distress.

You went forward to kiss him. “You're cute.”

“Isn't that my line?” He teased. He licked his lips a little then, expression becoming thoughtful. “I know this is gonna be something different—this relationship—but at the same time, I feel like nothing's changed.”

Swoon. You went in for another kiss and lingered there a bit longer when his hand came up to cup the back of your neck. “It'll be different and the same,” you agreed. “Just better.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Definitely better.”

It was scary—this venture into new territory. It was something that both you and Eric would experience and discover together. But on the bright side, at least you were in love. Maybe that was all that mattered in the end.

a/n: everybody say 'thank god she expanded the plot'

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Exploring the World of Designer Bags and Accessories

Designer bags are more than just fashion statements; they're functional companions for our daily lives. But with so many options available, navigating the world of designer accessories can feel overwhelming. This guide explores the diverse world of Designer Purses & Wallets for Women, messenger and Crossbody bags, backpacks, and even pre-owned finds, providing you with the information you need to find your perfect match.

Purses & Wallets: Everyday Essentials with Style

Purses and wallets are the cornerstones of any bag collection. When choosing a designer purse, consider your lifestyle and needs.

Totes: Perfect for carrying everything you need, totes are ideal for busy professionals or anyone who loves to be prepared. Brands like Longchamp offer spacious yet stylish options.

Clutches: A timeless and elegant choice for evening outings, clutches come in various sizes and materials. Explore Bottega Veneta's woven leather clutches for a touch of Italian craftsmanship.

Crossbody bags: A versatile option for everyday wear, crossbody bags offer hands-free convenience. Saint Laurent's iconic "Le Sac YSL" is a classic example.

Wallets are equally important. Consider functionality when choosing yours:

Cardholders: Ideal for minimalists, cardholders offer a slim profile for everyday essentials. Mulberry offers sleek and stylish cardholder options.

Bifold wallets: A classic choice, bifold wallets provide space for cards and cash. Gucci's signature leather bifolds offer a touch of luxury.

Zip-around wallets: Offering security and multiple compartments, zip-around wallets are perfect for those who carry a lot. Michael Kors offers a wide range of functional and stylish zip-around wallets.

Stylish Messenger & Crossbody Bags: The Perfect Blend of Form & Function

Messenger and Crossbody Bags offer a stylish alternative to traditional backpacks. They're perfect for carrying essentials while maintaining a polished look.

Messenger bags: Offering a professional and practical vibe, messenger bags are perfect for work or school. Burberry's iconic check print messenger bags are a timeless choice.

Crossbody bags: Versatile and fashionable, crossbody bags come in various sizes and styles. Chanel's classic flap bag is a timeless crossbody option.

Women's Leather Backpacks: Luxury Meets Practicality

Leather backpacks are a stylish and practical option for everyday use. They're perfect for carrying heavier items while maintaining a sophisticated look.

Structured backpacks: Ideal for work or travel, structured backpacks offer organization and style. Balenciaga's City bag is a popular choice for its sleek design and functionality.

Convertible backpacks: Offering versatility, convertible backpacks can be transformed into totes or Crossbody bags. Tory Burch's convertible backpacks are a practical and stylish choice.

Pre-Owned Designer Bags: Sustainable Luxury for the Savvy Shopper

Looking for a unique and sustainable way to enter the world of designer bags? Consider pre-owned options. Reputable online platforms and vintage stores offer a treasure trove of authentic pieces at a fraction of the original price.

Environmental benefits: Choosing pre-owned reduces your environmental impact by giving a new life to existing bags.

Unique finds: Discover rare and vintage pieces that are no longer available in stores.

Cost-effective: Enjoy the luxury of designer brands at a more accessible price point.

Choosing the Perfect Designer Bag: It's All About YouUltimately, the perfect designer women’s handbags are one that reflects your unique style and complements your lifestyle. Consider your needs, explore different brands and styles, and don't be afraid to invest in a piece that you'll cherish for years to come. Whether it's a timeless purse, a practical backpack, or a unique pre-owned find, the designer bag world offers something for everyone.

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Fashion Pullover Hoodies for Men: The Ultimate Style Guide

Pullover hoodies have long been a staple in men's fashion, effortlessly blending comfort with style. Whether you're aiming for a casual, laid-back look or something more polished, the versatility of a pullover hoodie makes it an essential piece in any wardrobe. Here's everything you need to know about fashion pullover hoodies for men and how to incorporate them into your style.

The Versatility of Pullover Hoodies

One of the greatest advantages of pullover hoodies is their versatility. They can be dressed up or down, making them suitable for various occasions. For a casual day out, pair your hoodie with jeans and sneakers. This classic combination is perfect for running errands, meeting friends, or just lounging around. For a more refined look, layer your hoodie under a blazer or overcoat, coupled with chinos and leather boots. This blend of casual and formal elements creates a stylish, contemporary outfit that works well for dinner dates or casual Fridays at the office.

Material Matters

When it comes to hoodies, the material is key. Cotton hoodies are popular for their comfort and breathability, making them ideal for everyday wear. For colder months, consider a hoodie made from fleece or a cotton-polyester blend, which provides extra warmth. Sustainable materials like organic cotton or recycled fabrics are also gaining popularity, offering an eco-friendly option without compromising on style.

Colors and Patterns

The color and pattern of your hoodie can significantly impact your overall look. Classic colors like black, grey, and navy are timeless and versatile, easily paired with most items in your wardrobe. For a bold statement, opt for hoodies in bright colors like red, yellow, or green. Patterns such as stripes, camo, or graphic prints can add an extra dimension to your outfit, allowing you to express your personality and stand out from the crowd.

Fit and Style

The fit of your hoodie is crucial in achieving the desired look. A well-fitted hoodie should be snug but not too tight, allowing for easy movement and layering. Oversized hoodies have become a trend, offering a relaxed, streetwear-inspired aesthetic. Pairing an oversized hoodie with slim-fit jeans or joggers creates a balanced silhouette, emphasizing the hoodie while maintaining a stylish edge.

Layering Techniques

Layering is a key aspect of styling pullover hoodies. During colder months, layering a hoodie under a leather jacket or a denim jacket adds warmth and texture to your outfit. In transitional seasons, a hoodie paired with a lightweight bomber jacket or a flannel shirt offers a stylish and functional look. Don’t be afraid to experiment with different layers to find what works best for you.

Accessorizing Your Hoodie

Accessories can elevate your hoodie look, adding a touch of sophistication or edginess. A beanie or a snapback cap can complement the casual vibe of a hoodie, while a statement watch or a chain can add a hint of elegance. Sunglasses and backpacks also pair well with hoodies, enhancing your overall style and functionality.

Brands to Consider

Several brands are renowned for their high-quality hoodies. Classic brands like Nike, Adidas, and Champion offer a range of styles from athletic to casual. High-end brands like Gucci, Balenciaga, and Off-White have also embraced the hoodie trend, incorporating luxury elements into their designs. For sustainable options, brands like Patagonia and Everlane provide eco-friendly hoodies without sacrificing style.

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How to Style Your Hoodie

Styling your hoodie is a fun and creative process. Here are some ideas to help you make the most of your hoodie collection:

Casual Chic: Pair a classic hoodie with high-waisted jeans and sneakers for a laid-back yet stylish look. Add some statement jewelry to elevate your outfit.

Athleisure Vibes: If you're heading to the gym or just want a sporty look, opt for a hoodie, leggings, and athletic shoes. You'll feel comfortable and ready for a workout.

Layer It Up: For a more polished appearance, layer your hoodie with a blazer or a leather jacket. This combination exudes sophistication and style.

Accessories: Don't forget to accessorize! Beanies, scarves, and stylish bags can complement your hoodie and complete your outfit.

Where to Find the Best Hoodies for Women

Now that you're convinced that hoodies are a must-have in your wardrobe, it's time to find the perfect ones. Here are some options for shopping:

Local Boutiques: Check out local boutiques for unique and stylish hoodies that you won't find in big chain stores. Support local businesses and discover one-of-a-kind pieces.

Online Retailers: Online marketplaces like Amazon, Zara, and ASOS offer a wide range of women's hoodies in various styles and price ranges. You can read reviews and compare options from the comfort of your home.

Brick-and-Mortar Stores: Major retailers like H&M, Forever 21, and Gap have an extensive selection of hoodies. Visit their stores to try them on and find the perfect fit.

Designer Brands: If you're looking for high-end hoodies, designer brands like Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Balenciaga offer luxurious options that combine fashion and comfort.

In conclusion, hoodies for women are a fashion essential that offers both comfort and style. Whether you're embracing the latest trends or sticking to classic designs, there's a hoodie out there for everyone. So, go ahead and enhance your wardrobe with these versatile and fashionable garments. You won't regret it!

Now that you've got all the information about hoodies for women, it's time to start shopping and experimenting with your style. Stay warm, stay stylish, and stay comfortable in your new favorite hoodie!

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Balenciaga Issues Lengthy Apology, Reveals 3 Steps They're Taking After Controversial Bondage Bear Campaign

November 28, 2022 11:55 AM PST

Balenciaga has issued a longer apology for their controversial ad featuring kids holding BDSM teddy bears.

The ad campaign also had image featuring the Supreme Court ruling from “United States v. Williams” about child pornography.

“We would like to address the controversies surrounding our recent ad campaigns. We strongly condemn child abuse; it was never our intent to include it in our narrative. The two separate ad campaigns in question reflect a series of grievous errors for which Balenciaga takes responsibility,”the statement read. “The first campaign, the gift collection campaign, featured children with plush bear bags dressed in what some have labelled BDSM-inspired outfits. Our plush bear bags and the gift collection should not have been featured with children. This was a wrong choice by Balenciaga, combined with our failure in assessing and validating images. The responsibility for this lies with Balenciaga alone.”

The statement continued,

“The second, separate campaign for spring 2023, which was meant to replicate a business office environment, included a photo with a page in the background from a Supreme Court ruling ‘United States v. Williams’ 2008 which confirms as illegal and not protected by Freedom of Speech the promotion of child pornography. All the items included in this shooting were provided by third parties that confirmed in writing that these props were fake office documents. They turned out to be real legal papers most likely coming from the filming of a television drama. The inclusion of these unapproved documents was the result of reckless negligence for which Balenciaga has filed a complaint. We take full accountability for our lack of oversight and control of the documents in the background and we could have done things differently.”

Balenciaga then revealed that they are taking three distinct actions in response to what happened.

First, the brand said said, “we are closely revising our organization and collective ways of working.”

Balenciaga added that secondly, they are“reinforcing the structures around our creative processes and validation steps. We want to ensure that new controls mark a pivot and will prevent this from happening again.”

Finally, they say, “we are laying the groundwork with organizations who specialize in child protection and aims at ending child abuse and exploitation.”

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Gilded Gambit

Summary: Her whole life, Jamie has been comfortable and well taken care of, the loved hybrid of a well off family. Until the day when she’s taken away from the only family she’s known, beaten and left for dead on the doorstep of a mysterious organization that might as well be the hybrid equivalent of the mob. A crime syndicate that ultimately wants to force revolution onto society. And they go by the name Bangtan Sonyeondan.

(Hybrid AU, Mafia AU, Slowburn, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers)

Rating: M

Pairings: Hybrid!BTSxBTS, OT7xFem!Hybrid!OC/Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Author’s Note: This is a crosspost from AO3; I am the one who posted it on AO3 and it is my story!

Jamie sat patiently, hands in her lap, as she watched Ae-Ri, who was busy examining herself in the full length bedroom mirror. Her owner used both hands to toss her soft curls back over her shoulders, strutting left and right, stopping to cock her hip and toss a leg behind her.

She pouted cutely at her reflection to check the application of her lipstick and smoothed a hand down the slit at her thigh. Finally, she turned her rear end partially toward the mirror and smiled in approval. All the while, Jamie waited, knowing that when Ae-Ri was ready for her final opinion, she would ask. One full twirl and she was ready, beaming in the hybrid’s direction. “Well? Hot or not?”

Even without her sharp sense of smell, the air was tinged with the bubbling excitement radiating off the young woman. “I think you already know the answer to that. He’s going to have a hard time picking his jaw up off the floor.”

Pleased, Ae-Ri danced over to her mahogany vanity, doing final touch ups to her makeup and collecting her Balenciaga handbag. “Thank you~” she cooed, “This is the third date, and things are going pretty well. I want to really reel him in now.” There was no way she could fail to do that, dressed in a stunning midnight blue, strapless chiffon gown that undoubtedly cost a few million won. Standing there in strappy heels Jamie still had trouble balancing in at times, Gwan Ae-Ri really was a vision. Being rich, charming and intelligent didn’t hurt either.

”Where’s it going to be tonight?” Jamie asked casually, wondering if it was somewhere they had ever been with Ae-Ri’s parents.

“Satellite!” Ae-Ri practically squealed, “You know that exclusive club on top of the hotel in Mapo-gu that I’ve wanted to check out for months?”

”You might have told me a time or two.” The hybrid replied lightly. Mentally, she scoffed, ‘or twelve...’

”I swear Jamie, he might be it for me.” Ae-Ri continued to gush, heading for the door. Given that Jamie had been around Ae-Ri for years, the girls being raised together, the hybrid was a little stunned to hear that. Ae-Ri was the only child of diplomats, and spoiled rotten to say the least. She was use to the best, and hard to impress. Jamie could still remember the multiple times during her teenage years her owner had nearly caused a scandal, sneaking into clubs while underaged (almost getting caught during one of those excursions if not for a quick coverup), dating some classic bad boys she would somehow meet and generally being a typical reckless teenager.

Now at almost twenty-four, she had calmed down, though she was still fiercely independent and outspoken, not at all the demure daughter of a diplomat who would be easy to snag as a trophy wife. There was still very much a bit of a wild streak there, if one bothered to look. “Don’t keep him waiting too long. Isn’t he supposed to be picking you up any minute?” As if on cue, a phone buzzed, and Ae-Ri whipped out of her bag with bulging eyes.

”Oh, you’re right. That’s him now. You keep better tabs on my engagements than I do.” She giggled. Quickly walking over to the four-poster bed, she bent lightly and mimed kissing both Jamie’s cheeks, a habit she had picked up since spending a summer in the Campania region of Italy. “Now, you know I’ll be back late, so don’t wait up, okay. And of course you know eomma and appa aren’t even in the country so it’ll just be you.”

”And the entire rest of the staff.” Jamie rolled her eyes playfully.

”Yes, them too.” Ae-Ri nodded, shooting off a text message with one thumb. “Busy evening planned without me?”

“Please,” Jamie lounged back on her owner’s bed, made but still covered in rejected outfits she had yet to put back in the closet. “I’ll probably see if Soobin’s free and then we’ll make some good snacks and catch up on the series we were binging.”

”Okay,” Ae-Ri chuckled, finally looking ready to leave. She wagged her finger, winking, “No wild parties though!”

All Jamie could do was laugh at the thought of it. Compared to Ae-Ri she was practically antisocial. Any parties she attended were because she was dragged along. “Get out of here.”

Blowing one final kiss, Ae-Ri made her exit, leaving Jamie alone in the lavish bedroom.

🐾

Comfortable, Jamie leaned back into the warm leather seat, letting it recline until it was the perfect angle to see the big screen of the in home theatre. Soobin was curled up in his own seat beside her, everything from a bucket of buttered popcorn to a tub of ice cream, fizzy drinks and melon bread sitting in the vacant seat on his other side.

Normally, he worked in the kitchen and was learning to prepare meals with the veteran cooks who had taken him under their wing. The young hybrid took to it readily, never afraid to roll up his sleeves and learn something new. His age and eagerness made him a favorite with the older staff, who had a soft spot for the boy. Soobin soaked it all in the same way he soaked up sunlight when he was shifted down in his animal form. “Just let me know if you want anything, okay?”

“Sure,” Jamie extended her hand. “Drink, please.”

”Noona, I didn’t mean right now!” He giggled, though he handed over the drink as requested. Jamie couldn’t help but fight a fond smile. He had even put them in fancy glasses and gotten them bendy straws, as if it wasn’t just peach soda. It was a little too sweet for her tastes. She preferred something lighter, like a lemon lime soda, but it made Soobin so happy to get to choose the snacks for the evening, she could let it go.

He had hardly been part of the household for six months, and after his previous life on the streets, the simplest of things still brought him a lot of wonder. Afforded more freedom than lots of domesticated hybrids, Jamie was often allowed times to go where she wanted, and she choose to spend a lot of it finding hybrid settlements, where the abandoned or wild-born strays of Seoul could gather, form communities, try to seek some semblance of safety in numbers.

It had taken them a while to trust that a hybrid who lived a life so far removed from them could have any good intentions, but once Jamie had earned that trust with patience and by assisting them in bringing supplies and getting any sick hybrids access to treatment, they welcomed her as an honorary member of the community. Many hybrids were content among their own kind, no longer seeking a place among humans after experiences that had scarred them. Jamie understood and respected that. She could have very well been just as mistrustful of people if the Gwan family hadn’t come along and scooped her up when they did.

Then, there were young hybrids like Soobin, who weren’t as jaded, and took her up on her offer of housing and employment. He had turned up in the settlement about a year ago, shy and slow to open up to her at first, but what she noticed was a bright spirit that was far from broken. By the time he did, Jamie had a lot of affection for the kid with his tall, lanky form and his slight lisp from a forked tongue and still-growing fangs that sometimes got in the way.

“I thought we were finishing that historical drama series...” she mumbled, “What’s this?”

”An action movie.” he stated.

Jamie arched a brow, but shrugged, settling quietly as the film started. It turned out to be a movie set around a young man and his German Shepherd hybrid, loose cannons who had been spies together before breaking from their agency. The duo had gotten too close to government secrets and decided it was their mission to take down the corrupt agency officials that had used them. It was actually pretty good, something she wouldn’t mind rewatching at a later date. She could only absorb so much with Soobin on the edge of his seat gasping or jumping around at every shoot out or explosion scene.

By the time the movie had gotten to the climax, Jamie felt her eyes starting to grow heavy, vision dimming. It had been a long day between visiting the stray hybrid community—there was a corgi hybrid named Yeonjun there that Soobin liked to see with her—and attending a graduation commencement ceremony where Ae-Ri had been asked to give the address due to being an alumni. She didn’t remember closing her eyes or nodding off, but she did hear Soobin whispering, shaking her shoulder and urging her to go to bed. “I paused it, noona. We can finish it tomorrow night.”

”It’s a date,” she smiled sleepily, rising with a stretch and bidding her friend goodnight, before heading back to her room. Well, Ae-Ri’s. She had her own room, technically, but it was just an additional walk in closet that had been renovated considering it was unneeded. Some might frown at the idea of being given a closet as a living space, but for Jamie, it was more than enough. After all, it had more space than some studio apartments in Seoul.

Changing for the night, tying up her hair and brushing her teeth, Jamie got settled, cozy under the quilted comforter where she could give into her instincts and burrow to her hearts content. She drifted off, wondering what Ae-Ri would have to tell her about the date the next time they spoke.

🐾

Her eyes shot open, instincts blaring. Something was wrong. Tumbling from bed, clumsy with grogginess, Jamie gave her eyes time to adapt to the darkness and crept to the door of her room, peering out to find that Ae-Ri still hadn’t returned. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but there was a certain tension she just couldn’t place. Maybe she could call her, see if she was doing alright. She would get teased a little for being a worrywart, but being that Ae-Ri was as much a big sister and friend as her owner, Jamie didn’t care. Her fingers had barely wrapped around the cell phone charging on her nightstand when the unmistakable sound of a crash had her instinctively falling to her knees.

Ae-Ri...? No, her friend wasn’t likely to have come home so sloppy drunk she was crashing into the door with that much force. Her room was connected to Ae-Ri’s and someone had just broken in. No sooner had masked people covered in black from head to toe started to swarm in than their noxious, unfamiliar scents spilled in too. They screamed danger, and they were communicating angrily, whispering about how someone was going to pay for “fucking up”.

”What the fuck? This room’s empty! She was supposed to be here! The ambassador’s daughter was our ticket—the whole plan hinged on grabbing her.”

Jamie shrank back into a corner, heart racing. Her door was cracked and if they spotted her, who knew what could happen. She shifted without hesitation, crawling under the bed and peering out, still able to see their feet and legs. “Calm the fuck down...while we’re here, we’re seeing if our guys can pull anything juicy off the ambassador’s computer. Maybe there’s something scandalous here?”

Helplessly, Jamie watched as they started tearing through the room, going through drawers and shuffling through the neatly arranged desk of her owner, pulling books and trinkets off her shelves, some of which fell to the floor with a crunch. It was when one of the goons snatched up a picture of the two of them smiling cheerfully on the front lawn the day Ae-Ri had graduated college, that Jamie barely managed to bite back a yelp of protest.

One of the intruders, a man by his voice and build, who was way too interested in looking through Ae-Ri’s underwear drawer, glanced back over his shoulder. But there was no way he could possibly see her from her position under the bed.

”So this is Gwan Ae-Ri, huh?” The one holding the picture muttered. “Not bad. The one in the picture must be her hybrid.”

”Where is the hybrid?” Asked the one clutching Ae-Ri’s g-string.

“I don’t know, but if she’s here somewhere that may be almost as good as the daughter.”

Jamie couldn’t believe these men had boldly broken into a powerful family’s house, looking to kidnap the ambassador to Japan’s daughter. How had they even managed it? Where was the security? Were the staff members okay? Her heart fell to her feet at the thought of something happening to Soobin or any of the others.

Jamie expected them to start looking in earnest, and they would probably eventually notice the cracked door and waltz right into her room. What she hadn’t expected was for one of them to walk back out into the hall, returning shortly with someone who wasn’t all covered up—someone she recognized.

‘Byungwook?!’ It was hard to suppress the scream that almost escaped. ‘No, no, no!’ Shock paralyzed her, wrapped in ripples of anger and betrayal. It couldn’t be. Byungwook was a dog hybrid brought in from a facility who bred and trained canine hybrids as security for high-profile clients. She was still a kit when he came, and had become something of an older brother figure. Why was he standing there, talking to these...would-be kidnappers so calmly. It was his job to protect the estate and its residents with his life. He and the other members of the home’s security team.

He began to sniff, and Jamie’s heart seized in terror. Byungwook had one powerful nose. To him, she might as well be out in the open.

“Yeah, she’s definitely close.” He informed them. They stood back, letting him take his time canvassing the ransacked room, until he came to the cracked door. Jamie couldn’t possibly curl up any tighter as he crouched down and peered under the bed, the two of them locking eyes. “Hey,” he whispered. “Listen, I know what you must think, but just come out and let’s talk, okay?”

Jamie trilled angrily, knowing he had some inkling about what she was saying and that she wouldn’t cooperate. Though her heart was heavy anger was all she was running on currently. Anger and the need to get away.

Byungwook rolled his eyes. “Knew you’d make it difficult.” He shifted down, wriggling out of his clothes as she had hers. He barked urgently, trying to paw under the bed and beginning to ease his way into her hiding spot.

Jamie hissed in warning, knowing she was no match but unwilling to go quietly. Byungwook was just as relentless, snapping and growling, trying to pull her out. His muzzle got too close and she snapped, her sharp little teeth and claws striking him across the nose. He withdrew and stood back, only to bark toward the group who had been waiting. More feet appeared, and Jamie’s muscles tensed, ready to run.

With a few grunts they dragged her bed aside, and Byungwook suddenly had unrestricted access. One definite advantage she had over him was her speed, and thanks to her small size, she darted right under his paws and over a booted foot. Foolishly, they had left the door open, and although she didn’t know what was waiting for her in the rest of the mansion, Jamie was intent on escape.

That was before she was soaring through the air, punted by the same foot she had run across. Tumbling across the floor, dazed, there was nothing Jamie could do when Byungwook seized her in his jaws, her lithe body dangling like a caught rat. Furiously, she squealed and spat, trying to turn, snapping.

“What the hell is she, exactly? A weasel? A mongoose?” someone asked, bemused.

“A fucking angora ferret, asshole!” She had wanted to say it, but someone else beat her to it. “Hurry and put her in the bag.”

Byungwook shook her around for good measure and then tried to spit her into an open sack. But Jamie knew that if she let them put her inside, there was no telling where she would end up. She fought with renewed vigor, using her teeth and claws in a way she never had thought to before. Byungwook caught another bite to the face, and it was just painful enough for him to drop her.

Jamie once again was on the run, managing to make it out the door and down the hall with the angry dog hybrid and those men hot on her heels. Trying to go downstairs was a bit risky, as she had no clue what had become of everyone else. Trying to get out of the wing, well...they were on the third floor but...

Finding one of the bay windows she loved to lounge by on spring days, Jamie shifted back, aware that she was naked, and began trying to work open the lock. Opposable thumbs had their perks.

“No, she’s trying to get away!”

Turning, she saw them coming at her, right as her leg was up on the windowsill, the glass sliding up to expose her bare skin to the nippy night breeze.

Jamie was prepared to drop, expecting to land in the neatly trimmed bushes of the inner courtyard and then steal off into the night, to the nearest police station. But strong jaws seized her leg, making her scream out desperately as Byungwook tried to drag her back inside. She held onto the edges of the window for dear life, fighting against his attempts to pull her even as the searing pain of her leg being mauled registered.

Frustrated, Jamie turned, swinging a punch that connected with the dog’s jaw. He let go, clearly in pain, and she took her chance, swan diving out of the third floor window.

She hit the ground cut up, throbbing and acutely aware of her mangled leg, but still trying to drag herself to safety. Blasts of gunfire exploded in her sensitive ears, more armed intruders engaging in a shoot out with members of the mansion’s security. Jamie sent up a silent plea that everyone who was in harm’s way made it out safely, that the staff had been hidden or evacuated, as she sprinted through the courtyard in the shadows. No one saw her, too busy trying to break in or defend themselves from invasion.

Jamie knew the grounds like the back of her paw, and her night vision enabled her to easily hide and sneak, heartbreaking as it was to leave the only real home she had ever known under attack.

🐾

The rain was coming down in sheets, had been all day. Elbow resting on side of the car, the young man stared at his reflection in the tinted window and sighed. A tired blue gaze stared back at him, his long, curly hair falling into his face, giving him a far-off, mysterious expression. His hyung was silently listening to the music coming over the car stereo, and he was wondering what the heavens had to cry about. He could be, should be crying, but his eyes remained clear, staring out at the streets they drove through, thinking about matters that never crossed the minds of the average person.

It was a stressful job that no one but others in the same line of work would understand. The assholes who were supposed to be helping them expand their endeavors to seize more control of the ports had backed out at the last minute, deciding to go with another partnership offered by a rival faction in Gwang-ju.

They had already agreed on the cut percentages and then had the nerve to scamper to the first syndicate to offer more. After all the times Bangtan had assisted them when they both had next to nothing. He was especially angered over the slight, considering that he’d thought of Hwarang as friends. Loyalty was hard to come by in their line of business though, so in the end, it was offensive but not entirely surprising. His hyungs assured him that he wasn’t at fault, that they would handle it, but it only made him feel worse.

The majority of the citizens of South Korea weren’t concerned with the same things at all. They thought of normal things like the stressors of their menial office jobs and the asshole bosses breathing down their necks, or studying for exams and balancing their social lives if they were students.

The most excitement the average person got was vicariously through the news, if they cared to tune in. He had reluctantly, because paying attention to the rumblings of the nation’s government was of importance to his hyungs, and therefore to him. For three days straight, all the news stations and newspaper headlines had been more or less the same: Breach In Security Cited in Bold Attack on Ambassador’s Home.

Quite terrifying to national security that a high level diplomat’s home would be invaded and ransacked. His personal computer was apparently not stolen, nor was anything of value. The ambassador himself, along with his wife, were out of the country on official business at the time but had come back, citing concern for the safety of their staff and daughter. Their daughter was also unharmed, not even home but out. What had caused a bit of a stir was the fact that Gwan Ae-Ri’s hybrid was missing. She was believed to have been attacked in the invasion, and blood belonging to her was found both inside and outside the home.

There was a hefty reward being offered for any information on her whereabouts or a safe return, her face often plastered on television. Her white hair was always pin straight, fringe covering her forehead and a reserved smile on her face. Thick lashes framed startlingly clear brown eyes. Her button nose very cute, and very expected given her species. She was generally dressed in something complimentary to Ae-Ri, her owner, in the news reels showed. A Gucci blouse and finely pressed fitted slacks or a stunning maroon Alexander McQueen with a flowing train.

If not for her exotic hair color, anyone without knowledge of hybrids would see two refined young ladies, both beautiful and elegant. Good looks and designer clothes he could appreciate, but his eyes always focused on the same thing in every picture he saw—studded in crystal though it may have been, the pendant dangling from her neck every time she stepped out into the public eye was still a collar. A sign of ownership, denoting that she was nothing more than a pampered, glorified pet at the end of the day.

A slight curl of disgust would find its way to his lips at the thought of ever being owned, stripped of his dignity in such a manner. Then again, most hybrids owned by the wealthy had only ever known that existence. People wanting hybrids who had the money to spend hardly ever went for the sick or disabled ones that could be found lurking in back alleys struggling to survive on cold nights or blistering summer days. They went to breeding centers who carefully churned out companions fitting of the prestigious lives of the humans who wanted them.

The girl was probably the same. Although a ferret, however fancy, was an odd choice for the pet of an ambassador’s daughter.

“Hey,” Jin said suddenly, and Taehyung briefly let his eyes flicker to his hyung expectantly. “Why was the chef so frustrated during the cooking competition?”

”No clue,” Taehyung huffed, knowing he was going to find out one way or another.

“Because he was running out of thyme!” Jin announced, promptly bursting into a gale of laughter.

He groaned, but fought down the little smile that wanted to surface. No matter the situation, Jin always aimed to provide a little levity, very keenly aware of everyone’s moods, and when they needed a pick me up. The jokes may have been corny, but it was so very Jin that they looped right back around to endearing. Taehyung was grateful to be in a place where others had his back, giving him their love and caring about him when he was down, nursing him back to health when he was sick or injured.

Owned hybrids, in their gilded cages, were the ones he pitied. Sure he and the others lived a life full of dangers, but aside from keeping them as status symbols, how many of those rich people’s hybrids knew the kind of boundless love that he knew?

”Still thinking about Hwarang?” Jin guessed. “You know it’s already being handled. And don’t worry, Namjoon will give them a chance to explain themselves before we decide on what actions to take. We know they meant a lot to you.”

”No.” he interrupted.

”No?” Jin repeated, clearly puzzled.

”I mean, yes...what they did hurt, and it’s my fault for fucking up and letting my guard down just because they were my friends. I should’ve seen it coming.”

”Tae...”

”But it’s not that. I’m just trying to figure out how owned hybrids can stand themselves. They live as pets, hyung.”

Jin hummed thoughtfully, “So did I, once,” he reminded. “And what about when we found you? You’d been hoping to find a nice human family to love you since you were small.”

Flustered, Taehyung began to backtrack. “T-That’s...that’s different because—”

”Is it?” Jin questioned. “Honestly Taehyung, we came together for ourselves first, and then decided to liberate any hybrids who were suffering. Make the world fairer and safer for them. But not every hybrid living with humans feels they’re suffering or wants to be liberated. And not every human who keeps hybrids thinks of them as merely property.”

Unsure what to say, the boy remained quiet, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “I didn’t think about that, I guess. Sorry hyung,”

”It’s alright.” Never one to be vindictive, Jin waved it off. “Let’s go see what information Taeyong has for us and then head home, hm?”

That was more than fine by him. He was sick of the rain and the dreary gray streets, but at least they had almost arrived at the cafè where their informant was waiting. As their territory expanded, it was harder and harder for the seven of them to do patrols. Sure, they liked to be involved in as many of the day to day operations as possible, not just leave everything to subordinates, but that just wasn’t always possible.

A trusted, heavily vetted network of spies were strategically placed throughout Seoul and beyond, letting them know anything unusual that came up when it was necessary.

”But I kind of wonder why he couldn’t just tell us on the phone.” Taehyung grumbled.

”Oh, because I really wanted to pick up some bukkumi while we’re out!” The older hybrid laughed.

The rain had slacked by the time they reached the cafè, but only just. Jin parked the car in a reserved spot in the back, and they made their way in to find customers languidly enjoying the atmosphere. Jin really loved this place. It was his baby, an acquisition that hadn’t been strictly necessary but still meant a lot to him. His first purchase of a cafè.

When they needed it to, it hosted important meetings between themselves and clients, or just provided them somewhere to go where they knew they wouldn’t be discriminated against for wanting a cup of coffee. There were cushioned black booths on one side, an old-fashioned bar with neon lights around the edge of the counter on the other.

Fairy lights strung across the lobby gave it a magical, inviting energy, and everything served on the menu was cutely made and delicious from the cakes to the coffees to the sandwiches.

Taeyong greeted them with a small smile and a nod, ushering them into the backroom where a wooden fruit crate sat on a table. “Sorry to call you out here in this shit weather, but I thought it was kind of one of those Had to See It deals.”

“Had to see what?” Taehyung asked, edging closer to the crate, curiosity piqued.

“Well one of our part-timers found her just slumped over and bleeding out about twenty minutes ago when he went to take out the trash. I called up the Boss and asked if anyone was in the area, and he said you two would be on your way.” The lemur hybrid explained.

“Her?” Jin repeated, his eyes widening as he leaned over, taking in a sharp breath. Taehyung edged up beside his hyung, immediately understanding his reaction. What lay on some old towels could have been mistaken for a wet tube sock stuffed with red jam leaking out of it.

But upon closer inspection, what it was became clear. Fur soaked and matted, covered in various injuries and so limp it was concerning, was a white angora ferret.

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Pastel Mafia

@quagmireisadora finished Chapter 2 - FINALLY! TT ^ TT

CHAPTER 1: A ROUGH DAY

CHAPTER 2: WHEN THE GOING GETS ROUGH

Kibum sighed as he entered his apartment. Leaning against the door as he took off his shoes. He glanced at the microwave clock he could see from where he stood: 2:18 am. He's got maybe three hours before he has to get up for his part-time job at Albert's, a fancy bakery in the upper east side, at the opposite end of town. He would love nothing better than to sleep in tomorrow, but Albert's paid the best out of all his part-time jobs, and he got tips. 

Right now, he needed all the tips and extra hours he can get. His last roommate had bailed on him, leaving him with an entire two-bedroom apartment to pay. He had begged his landlord to let him pay for his half of the apartment and will get him the rest later.

Kibum remembered the call from St. John's collection department, he still owed them a portion of last month's installment. His fist clenched at the embarrassment of admitting to a total stranger he didn't even have five dollars to his name. His last one disappeared when he lost his wallet.

Kibum trudged to the tiny kitchen and pulled out the leftover Chinese from his bag, thankful that the shift manager had let him take home whatever portions were left. He popped the take out carton into the microwave and looked around his apartment, with its peeling paint and cold air - he had barely turned on the heater since winter began. He was sleeping with thick clothes on, the thermostat just above '5' at the dial. 

Kibum's eyes landed on the syllabus stuck to the fridge. The tears exhaustion couldn't squeeze from him poured at the thought that he will have to stop school. 

 God, he was tired. 

 So tired - but life didn't care. 

 Kibum wiped his cheeks. Squaring his shoulders as he pulled the warmed up Chinese and dug in. No use in indulging his tears. He didn't have enough food to drown his feelings.

  - O -  

 "Carlos Amarillo at 57, was confirmed to have passed away by his son, Gian Amarillo today. No details were given to what caused the business tycoon's sudden death. Amarillo, who was the head of the Amarillo Group conglomerate, was a noted businessman and humanitarian in the area -," Jinki tuned out the late night news, lips tightening at the praises. 

 "What a bunch of hypocrites," Taemin sneered at the TV. "Not a month ago, they wanted Amarillo's head for Hawthorne Bridge!"

 "Had they pushed a little further, they would've found proof of involvement," Minho interjected. 

 "They would have gotten paid off or threatened," Jinki said, reviewing the report on the shipment of electronics that arrived yesterday. "Or found their contact dead."

 "True," Minho agreed, swirling the scotch he had been nursing since the news started. "What do you think Junior will do?"

 Jinki leaned back, loosening his tie. He'd never worked with Gian before. All he knew about the new head of the Amarillo was that he was in the business, and he was ambitious.

 "I heard Gian was banished from the main family for running that side deal with Salazar," Jinki said, referring to a semi-prominent Mexican cartel. "So, I'm not sure if he's going to declare war or be open for business."

 "My money is on declaring war," Taemin said, slurping an oyster. "If he wants to gain the respect of his father's men, he'll be doing just that. I mean, you did when you took over the business."

 "Yeah, but Gian has a hater with his father's numero uno," Minho said, leaning over Taemin's oyster bucket to reach for the charcuterie board. "Rumor has it Vincenzo Benotti might be the old Amarillo's love child."

 "Really?" Jinki asked Minho. "I've never heard of this."

 "I'm not surprised," Minho shrugged before popping a cracker piled with pate and cheese into his mouth. "It's parlour game rumours; some drunken Amarillo lackey may have blabbed over drinks or said out of spite. You know how it is."

 Jinki turned to his computer and pulled up the file on Carlos Amarillo. Under the 'Known Associates' directory, was a picture of Vincenzo. The man had black hair and brown eyes. Just like Amarillo Sr. Being Italian that didn't mean anything. But something about the slant of the man's jaw reminded Jinki of Carlos. 

 "Minho, investigate Vincenzo," Jinki ordered. "I want to know everything. What town his ancestors were from to the brand of their favourite red wine."

 Jinki wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but it was worth investigating. Lovechild or not, Vincenzo might be vying for the top seat. Gian Amarillo could need some help with ensuring his position in the organization. His deal with Carlos Amarillo may not be as dead as he thought it was. On life support, but it looked like it could be revived. 

 He just needed to convince either Vincenzo or Gian that he would make a good ally despite the little fiasco last week. What're a few bullets between business partners? In their world, it was practically considered a nicety. 

 "By the way," Jinki suddenly remembered his pet project. "What do we have on the guy who saved my ass last week?"

- O -

 Albert's was, as usual, teeming with yuppies, grabbing their trendy breakfast before heading off to work. Kibum rang up orders as fast as he could, but his mind still on the unpaid bills he needed to take care of. Kibum glanced down the line, trying to determine how much longer the rush was going to last. With detachment, he noted the quality of apparel Albert's clientele sported and envied the financial security, all of them exuded. 

 "A croissant and a large of your medium roast, please," a woman with flawless makeup and Gucci bag said, barely looking him in the face as she pulled out a Valentino wallet. Kibum punched the order in; $15.08 for Anna. A breakfast for Anna was Kibum's meal budget for 3-days, courtesy of his employee rate at the Dong Fan Chinese restaurant.

 "An espresso please and the fruit and protein box," man in gleaming Rolex and Balenciaga briefcase ordered. His suit was probably Italian, ranging around $5,000.00 to $8,000.00, depending on the make—the leather briefcase around $2,000.00. The Rolex was at least $3,000.00. The guy's entire ensemble would have more than paid off his grandmother's hospital bill. 

 Sir, would you mind pawning me your Rolex so that I can get the hospital off my back? Kibum silently asked the yuppie who didn't bother leaving a tip. 

 "The yogurt parfait and medium-light roast, please," a red-head regular asked. The diamond engagement ring on her finger was so big; it was at least 2 carats with a platinum band encrusted with tiny diamonds. Kibum's entire year of schooling was sitting on that woman's ring finger. 

 Would you mind lending me your ring so I can enroll? Kibum asked the woman in his head as he flashed his practiced smile when she dropped a toonie in the tip jar. I would like to make more of my life than bussing tables and waiting on people. Please. 

 The next customer was dressed in a simple navy blue pinstripe suit. One could say the man didn't belong in the "fashionable" line. Working at Albert's for the past three years had taught Kibum how to size people at a glance. Gauging where they belong in the socio-economic ladder had become his weird expertise. Though the outfit was simple, borderline plain, the perfect fit of the shoulders and elegant drop of the knife-edge crease of the pants said tailored. The understated silver - most likely platinum - watch and leather loafers screamed old money.  

 "The blueberry muffin and a tall medium roast, please," the man said, handing Kibum a fifty dollar bill. 

 Kibum barely stopped an eye-roll. C'mon, dude, it's barely 8 am. Have a little sense, and don't drop a bill so large so early in the morning. "Sir, do you have a smaller bill?"

 "No change?" the man asked an eyebrow raised. 

 "Unfortunately," Kibum said with a fake apologetic smile. 

 "Keep the change then."

 "Sir, your total is $12.30," Kibum exclaimed. 

 "I don't have a smaller bill," the man said as he placed the bill on the counter and walked away.

 "Sir -," Kibum called out, but the next customer stepped in front of him. 

 Kibum punched the payment on auto-pilot and dropped the change in the tip jar, almost feeling nauseous. That was hella over the top, and somehow assholish in its extravagance. But he was thankful for the extra cash he was going to get. 

 After his shift at Albert's, Kibum rushed to the bus stop for his afternoon shift at Dong Fan. The bus was pulling away from the curb when he arrived. Kibum gritted his teeth against the frustration surging through him. He was going to be late for his shift and that meant income loss. 

 Kibum took a deep breath to stifle the string of curses rising from his chest. He took out his phone to call the restaurant but noticed he had an email from St. John's. He was tempted to ignore it but tapped on the icon anyways. 

 Kibum blinked at the message. He scrolled up again to check the sender. Yeah, there it was, St. Johns Hospital. But something was wrong because the email contained a receipt for the amount he owed the hospital.

 Confused, Kibum clicked on the phone number in the signature, brow furrowing as the call went through. After being transferred to accounting he asked about the status of his account. 

 "Your account is up to date."

 "Excuse me?"

 "Your balance was paid for in full yesterday."

 "By whom?" Kibum asked still in disbelief, afraid to believe. "I didn't make the payment," Kibum said. "No one else would make the payment."

 "Payment came in electronically from Jjinggu LLC," the agent answered. "It could be one of those angel-sponsors."

 "What's an angel-sponsor?"

 "They're anonymous individuals or organizations who will settle random accounts as part of their charity work."

 "And you don't know their names at all?"

 "No, I'm sorry. Payors are not required to identify themselves."

 "Ok... but you're sure, they made the payment against my account?"

 "Yes, sir," Kibum heard the operator's smile. "I'm one hundred percent sure, Mr. Kim." 

 "OK," Kibum whispered. "Thanks."

 "Was there anything else I can help you with?"

 "No, that's it."

 Kibum disconnected the call, reeling from the relief. Tears pricked his eyes as the weight of the debt lifted off of his chest. Kibum cupped his hands over his phone, holding it against his forehead. 

 "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Kibum chanted in whispers, collapsing on the bus stop bench, trying to contain the tremors running through his body. Glad for a very long time he was alone. 

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Exploring the World of Designer Bags and Accessories

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Leather backpacks are a stylish and practical option for everyday use. They're perfect for carrying heavier items while maintaining a sophisticated look.

Structured backpacks: Ideal for work or travel, structured backpacks offer organization and style. Balenciaga's City bag is a popular choice for its sleek design and functionality.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 110) "Charming... Isn't He?"

@crystalbaby12 @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @5sosfam1dlover @rosefilledhearts-blog

Luna uncharacteristically wakes up before Colson or her alarm. She lays silently as she listens to him breathe, wishing she didn't have to leave. She doesn't know what time it is, only that they went to bed well after 6A and that she has a flight out of Hopkins International at 10A. Not wanting to disturb him, her fingers nervously run along the tiny padlocks chain that lays around her neck as she continues listening to him. Finding a calm comfort in his deep, repetitive breathes.

"Why are you even going?" She questions herself. "Because Jax told you when he married Tara... Yeeeeah, but he didn't tell you when he started fucking her." Her brain argues their history with itself. "It's the right thing to do, Loons... You know you're gonna catch shit if they hear about it from anyone else before you." Luna let's out a deep, frustrated sigh.

"Hey... You're awake?" Colson's groggy voice asks as he reaches for her.

"Yeah... I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Luna asks as she snuggles into him.

"Nah... I've been awake on and off. Too much Adderall yesterday." He answers as he takes in her unique smell of coconut oil, weed, Euphoria and their sex.

"Aww, Bunny... You want a couple Xanax to even you out today?" She asks.

"Ahhhh... Maybe. What I really want right now is you." He grins as he pulls her chin up to kiss her mouth.

"Mmmm..." Luna moans through their kisses as she climbs on top of him.

Colson's rock solid as Luna works him into her. Taking her time as she pushes each huge inch further inside of herself. He stretches out in pleasure as he holds her hips steady. Bowing down to kiss him, her soft hair tickles his face as she slowly slides up and down on his cock. Rolling her hips in circular motions while making him press against her unknowing organs.

"Ohh fuck, I love your pussy." Colson breathes out as he flips her onto her back.

Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he climbs back inside of her. Making her moan loudly from his girth as he sucks on her neck. Pushing her hips up, she matches his momentum.

"Who's girl are you?" He demands as he bites on her ear.

"Oooh shit, Col. Yours. Fuck! I'm fucking yours!!" Luna cries out as he makes them both cum at the same time.

Luna drops her legs as Colson buries his face in the pillow next to her head. Keeping his dick warm inside it's Home. After catching their breath, he kisses her cheek before rolling over. Propping himself up on his elbow, he brushes away the stray pieces of hair from her face.

"You're coming home to me tonight, right?" He asks quietly as he gazes down at her.

"Of course, Bunny. I'm all in. With YOU. No one else." She reassures him as she leans up and pulls him in closer for a promising kiss. "I got something for you." Her blue eyes dance for him in the morning sun before she springs out of the bed.

"What the fuck did you do now?" He asks with an amused chortle.

"You'll have to see..." She gives him an earnest smile as she pulls a large white box out of the closet and sets it on his lap.

"Seriously!?!" Colson exclaims as his eyes almost bug out of his face when he lifts his gift up.

Inside the box is a beautiful, red, leather duffel bag. 5:3666 blazes out from it's side in a gleaming white. Diablo popping out on it's own from the shoulder strap pad.

"It's a fucking Balenciaga!! How the FUCK did you do this?" He asks in delighted amazement.

"I called in a favor. Demna made it especially for you after hearing Hotel Diablo." She smiles sweetly at him.

"You played him my fucking album??" He asks wildly.

"Well, no. I didn't play it for him personally but I sent him a copy. He'd asked for it in order to design the piece." Luna shrugs. "He fucking loved it by the way." She gives Colson that One Look that had solidified his love for her not even 3mnths ago.

"How the hell did I get so lucky with you?" He questions no one in particular as he pulls her naked body onto his.

They're in the middle of making out to his Thank Yous when Luna's alarm goes off. Colson whines for her to ignore it but she coaxes him to join her for a ShowerFuck instead. He obliges, learning early on in their relationship, it's better to fuck Luna out of town instead of fight her out of it.

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After their ShowerFuck, a few joints, a line of Adderall and three 30s, Luna heads downstairs dressed in black skinny jeans, a black printed tank, Docs and her usual jewelry. Colson and her carry on in tow. They find Ashley, Dom, Bullet and Skies roaming around the kitchen. They're flying out too but on a later flight to LA while Luna's headed to Stockton. It's a little under a 5hr flight, putting her in Charming around 330/4Pish.

"Alright, I'm outta here." Luna says once she gets the alert for her Uber. "I love you." She tells Colson with a kiss after exchanging GoodByes and Love with everyone else.

Colson slaps, grabs and holds onto Luna's ass cheek as he walks her out of the house to her waiting ride, shutting her door, he leans in for one more kiss, leaving an "I love you too." lingering on her lips.

Watching her Uber pull out of the driveway his heart starts to ache for her immediately. "She'll be back, Kells. She always comes back." He tries to convince himself, knowing it's true as he heads inside to post his gratitude to IG.

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"When your girl's got amazing style AND gnarly connects you get sweet custom gear. Thank you @balenciaga Not only am I honored that you listened to my album but I'm humbled and LOVE your interpretation!🙏🏽 Time to celebrate #hoteldiablo with this FRESH shit Letsssss gooooo Fam! 🏁😈🍾🖤"

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"Yo... You doin' anything today?" Colson asks Pete when he finds him in the kitchen with Trippie and the others that are awake.

"Nutten'. I was gonna stick around here until Monday or so if you don't care." Pete answers. "Where's Loons?" He asks, looking around for Colson's second appendage.

"She has some personal businesses to handle..." He quickly brushes him off, not wanting to talk about it. "Feel like shootin' a video? I got that Pop Up shop with Case but after that I'm tryin' to kick out a jawn for Candy." He looks between Pete and Trippie.

"Fuck yeah, man. Like Loco?" Pete asks with a smirk.

"Somethin' like that." Colson laughs. "You in, Trip?" He goes on to ask.

"One." Trippie nods as he lifts his hungover head and index finger up off of the counter.

"Word. You trying to ride to this Pop Up?" He asks to Pete's head shake. "Fuck you then... I'M OUT, BITCH!" Colson exclaims to everyone else's head pounding groans.

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Luna lands and rents a car, making sure to Snap Colson on her way to Charming. It's a little over a half an hour from the airport. She makes it to Teller-Marrow Automotive before 4P.

"BATTON DOWN THE HATCHES!! TROUBLE'S HOME!" Gemma declares with a wide grin as she slams her hand down on the old Chevy next to her at the sight of Luna.

"Hey, Gems." Luna can't help but smile as she's engulfed in the Mama Bear's hug.

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✴️Patti Smith and Gemma Teller-Marrow can not stand each other. Never could. Oddly enough, the old Biker Matriarch has a huge soft spot for the older Punk's granddaughter. Knowing Luna since she was a little kid, she's one of the few who are fully aware of the intimacy Luna shares with her son. Always preferring her over any other female Jackson has ever interacted with. Gemma's the real reason Luna came to Charming personally. The young rebel having a deep love for her and being wise enough to know what bridges to burn and which to not even dare to bring a spark around.✴️

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"What are you doin' here, Sweetie? Jax know you're comen'?" Gemma has a zillion questions.

"Yeeeah..." Luna says sheepishly as she looks down. "He knows."

"What's goin' on?" Gemma's tone changes as she props her hand on her hip.

"I'm getting married." Luna answers lowly as she holds out her hand to display the huge ruby that claims her soul.

Gemma's quiet as she takes Luna's hand and admires the gleaming ring. Luna's heart can't help but sink as she feels Gemma's disappointment. She can feel it all as the mother's hopes and dreams of Luna and Jackson's future together evaporate into the thick, California air around them.

"Serves him right for even getting involved with that cunt to begin with." Gemma coldly states before softly looking into Luna's eyes while still holding her hand. "You sure about this?" She asks as she obnoxiously flicks her manicured nail onto the brilliant stone, slightly embarrassing Luna by it's size as she gives a firm nod. "You're happy? He knows the deal and treats you right?" She asks with a gentle assertiveness to her questions.

"Yes. He's wonderful." Luna smiles dreamily.

"Good... Because you know what'll happen otherwise." She says with a deadly smirk. "You're staying for dinner, right?" Gemma doesn't ask as she throws her arm around Luna's shoulders.

"Yeah..." Luna nods again as she silently curses her life.

Pulling out her phone, Luna switches her flight from 6P to the next one at 10P. She's torn. Knowing that Colson's gonna be pissed while also knowing well enough to never decline an invitation to Family Dinner from Gemma Teller-Marrow.

"BOYS!!! BABY GATOR'S HOME FOR DINNER!!" Gemma shouts as she leads Luna inside the garage, making her cringe at the old nickname.

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Colson is in the Prospect East section of Cleveland when he catches Luna's Snap. The sight of her name on his screen makes his heart pound before he even clicks View.

"Fuuuuuuuck me." He smiles to himself at the sight of her, grinning wider at her words. His heart feels a slight ease for the first time since he shut the car door beside her. "She's YOURS." He reminds himself before Casie pulls on him.

"Dad. I don't wanna just stand here." His daughter complains.

"Okay, Peanut..." He answers as he focuses on his surroundings. "Wanna ring people up?" He asks as he narrows in on the cash register.

"Can I?" Casie asks with bright eyed enthusiasm.

"Yeah, Nut. Who else would I trust with our money?" He laughs as he leads her over to the register.

Colson proceeds to walk the floor. Interacting with excited fans as he helps them choose the perfect Hotel Diablo pieces to represent them personally. Taking pictures, signing fresh mech, chatting and answering thousands of questions. Appreciating more than anything the intense, intimate relationship he has with his fans.

"This is what it's all about." He thinks to himself as he graciously walks amongst his supporters.

Daaad..." Casie calls for him again.

"What's up, Kiddo?" He asks as he approaches her.

"I have my camera for a reason. Looney would be taking pictures if she was here. Not money." The not so little girl challenges her father.

"You're right..." He laughs as he extends his hand out to Casie.

Following her dad around, she grabs perfect, intimate shots of the fans inside the one time store. Having a natural eye, she knows what's genuine and what's bullshit. Wandering outside behind Colson, she continues to shoot what she finds interesting. Trying to grab a great shot, her camera jams.

"DAAAD!!!!" Casie hollers in a panic.

"It won't work!" She says with a frustrated tone as she smacks the back of Colson's arm to get his attention.

Colson bends down to help her. He has no clue what to do as Casie thrusts the camera up at him like he has ALL the answers. Making him silently hate Luna for leaving .

"Peanut, I don't know what I'm doing..." Colson admits with hesitation.

"Call Looney." His daughter demands out of frustration.

Leaning heavily over him, the driven girl makes sure he does what she says. Watching his fingers move around the flat screen until she sees Luna's face pop up.

"Call her." Casie demands again.

"OKAY." Colson chuckles at her demeanor as he hits call and kicks it on to speaker phone.

It rings through to both of their dismay. Pushing any bullshit out off his mind, Casie's dad suggest they Snap Luna. Pulling her in close for a selfie, they send their girl a simple message. Walking around again, Colson tries not to let his insecurities bug him... But we're all only human.

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It's not even 5P and The Clubhouse is in full celebration from Luna's unexpected arrival. Tig gripping her up for an over exaggerated Welcome and spin around. Once her feet are back on the floor, she takes a few shots with Bobby before coming around the bar to hug him while still bullshitting and filling him in on her and her grandmother's well being. Juice comes equipped with another huge hug and a joint for Luna as he also grabs a beer and another round of Welcome Home shots.

"EYYYE!! The wee one has returned!" Chibbs shouts as he embraces Luna. "Why the tattoos on your beautiful face though, Love?" He questions her as he holds her cheekbones carefully in between his weather beaten hands after their own Welcome.

"You sayen' I'm ugly, Chibby?" Luna gives him a playful half smile.

"A soul like yours could neva be ugly, My Dear." He reassures her with his heavy accent. "But... You're much prettier without... In my opinion." The old Irishman kindly whispers into her ear as he hugs her again.

Piney can barley breathe at the sight of Luna. It's been a couple years and a lot of tattoos since he last saw her. Sitting on his large lap, she wraps her arms around him for a soul swallowing bear hug and sweet nuzzle.

"Why you here, Kid? I know Patti doesn't want you around Gemma's toxic bullshit." Piney asks her directly, never one to fuck around.

"I'm getting married..." Luna says quietly. "And I wanted to tell Jax personally." She explains as she lightly drops her engaged finger onto her lap for him to see.

"You've always been a good one." Piney says as he takes in a deep breath off of his oxygen tank, knowing all too well the relationship between Jackson and Luna. Looking down at the ring, he's unimpressed. "He's a good one too?" He asks as his tone drops. "Not a junkie like the other?" The old vet holds no punches with his questions. "You know you don't need money or protection, Luna. You need loyalty and soul." The old man firmly advises her.

"No. I know... And he's good." Luna answers as she kisses the top of Piney's balding head. "I wouldn't be here if he wasn't." In her soul, she doesn't believe that she's giving off half truths to one of her grandmother's oldest friends.

"You know what'll happen if not." Piney says firmly, coughing at the idea.

"Let her go, Pop." Opie interupts them to Luna's appreciation. "We're not 15yrs old anymore." He sighs out as he takes Luna's hand and she rises from his dad's lap.

"Don't let him fool you, I'll always be 15." Luna beams at the old man as she kisses his still observing cheek.

"You're such a fucking kiss ass." Opie calls her out as they walk away.

"Fuuuck you. I love your dad, Asshole." Luna laughs as they head towards the bar. "Where's Jax?" She asks as some random girl hands them bottles of Budweiser. "Seriously? We haven't moved up in taste?" She cocks her lip at Opie as she takes a swig of the grossness in her hand.

"Some thing's never change." He shrugs as he guzzles America's beer.

"I guess... Maybe it's the acholic in me that'll take the 8.5% over some bullshit 4..." Luna smirks as she eyes Opie and swigs her own.

"You're such an Asshole." He looks over at her with a half grin as he finishes his water that's called beer.

"Yes." Luna nods her head laughing. "That's never gonna change either, Bro." She states as she kisses the side of his burly arm.

"So, why are you here?" Opie finally cuts through the shit, much like his father.

"Honestly?" Luna sighs.

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✴️ Luna and Opie's relationship goes far beyond friendship. It's so deep that they consider each other brother and sister without hesitation. Luna appreciating him in the same glorious light that she holds for the other three men in her life that she calls her Brothers. Jackson being the only hem in their thick lining. Considering himself a brother to both Luna and Jackson, the months leading up to the summer of '08, when had Luna came home to Tara, sent Opie into an anxiety induced spiral. Making him withdrawal from Jax just when he needed him the most. Forcing Jackson to grip tighter onto Tara as an anchor in the swirling world of the aftermath of his father's death the previous summer. Watching their connection grow was frustrating, confusing and upsetting to Opie. Only to make him angry when an unknowing Luna came back home 4mnths later to be shocked and heartbroken by the new, unexpected relationship. It had always been Luna and Opie, since that first summer when she turned 8yrs old. Jackson had tagged along but Luna had lived in the cabin with Piney and Opie for eight summers. Sharing bunkbeds and joints. Fears and secrets. Trusting every ounce of one another as they grew up in each other's hands. Opie and Luna had spent the Summer of '08 together, just the two of them. Riding, surfing, partying at Smurf's and all over The Coast while causing immense destruction with their uncontrollable souls and broken hearts. Both pissed in the silent knowing that it was the last summer that Luna would spend in Charming because of Jackson's choices and actions. It never hindered their relationship though. Luna coming back home for not only Opie and Donna's small wedding, the birth of both her niece and nephew but also their birthdays every year until Luna's mourning sabbatical.✴️

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"I'm getting married." Luna says softly as she looks into Opie's eyes. "I wanted to tell Jax personally so....." Her voice trails as she looks away.

"To the Cleveland guy you've got that song with?" Opie asks honestly, trying to connect the dots.

"Yeah... His name is Colson." Luna answers with a nod as she swigs her weak ass beer. "Can I get something stronger, please?" She asks as she throws her hands up in frustration.

"You just met him, didn't you?" Opie questions her.

"Technically... Yes. But ACTUALLY no." Luna answers as she reaches for the double shot of Jack that the bartender has so kindly placed on the bar for her. "I kinda ran into him YEARS ago when I was first with Justin.... Then we caught back up annnnnnnnd....." Luna shrugs her shoulders as she takes a smooth sip of her actual acholic beverage. "Shit happens."

"Shit always happens with you, Loons." Opie laughs as he shakes his head. "When do I get to meet him? Am I invited to the wedding? You know I gotta put that reaper fear in his heart beforehand. That's MY JO..."

"Who needs to fear The Reaper? Where we spreadin' that shit?" Jackson asks as he walks up on to Opie and Luna. Tossing his arms over their shoulders, his kisses Luna's cheek with an easy "What's up, Baby Gator?"

"Hey..." Luna greets him as she uncomfortably wiggles out from under him and shoots Opie an Eye. "Uhhhmmm... You got a minute?" Luna asks Jackson with a hesitation in her voice.

"Yeah, let's take a ride." He answers nonchalantly as he grabs Luna's hand and pulls her through The ClubHouse.

Clay sits watching as they disappear. He's the only person Luna avoided greeting personally. She's doesn't like him but she's not rude to him out of respect and fear of Gemma. Not the patch. Luna's one of the very few in The World who doesn't fear The Reaper. ONLY Gemma.

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"Uhhhmm... Do you still have my bike?" She asks as they hit the garage door.

"REALLY?" Jackson turns to her with a tone of annoyance.

"I built that fucker from the ground up!! If it's live, I wanna ride that shit!" Luna exclaims.

"Relax!" Jackson counters with a laugh at her stubbornness, thinking he's falling a bit more in love with her but it's only the nostalgia of The Bike and Luna's presence mixed together.

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✴️ Luna, Jackson and Opie had started the rebuild in '05, just before Luna had turned 13yrs old. Luna insisting they put it on hold while she was gone. Piney had kept it oiled throughout the winter, Luna making him proud when she came back the following summer and finished it up. It's the same bike Jackson had taught her how to ride on. The same summer he showed her how to handle multiple kinds of guns. It was also the same summer she had popped her cherry with him and reunited with The Cody Boys. Looking back, there's no doubt that the Summer of 2005 changed the course of Luna's life. Easily, on a shining morning filled with water and sand. It's also the same bike she went wild on in the Summer of '08 with Opie. It's HER bike. SHE built it, SHE learned on it and SHE confirmed her independence with it. In the dark, without even Opie. Rolling down the PCH on too many nights to count. Alone✴️

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"You're in luck... The Old Man loves you." Jackson flashes his charming grin at her as he pulls the cover off of her bike.

"Oh, shit!! Really!?!" She laughs with a huge smile as Jackson rolls her baby out. "I can't believe it, Dude!" She exclaims as she runs her hands over the sleek white and baby blue colored metal.

"Get on..." He encourages her as she easily swings her leg over and settles comfortably onto the worn out seat that cups her ass. "You look good." He smirks with his blue eyes teasing her. "Let's ride."

"Alright, gimme a minute. Grab yours, I'll be out in a sec." Luna says as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

Luna knows she needs to call Colson about her flight change. Clicking her phone on there's a Snap from him.

"I have to pee..." Luna says as she jumps off of her bike and heads back into The ClubHouse towards the bathroom leaving a clueless Jackson behind.

"Oooohh.... I love them." Luna's heart giggles as her face splits into a huge smile at Colson's maniacal look and Casie's sweet face.

She calls them but it rings through to her slight irritation. It seems like they can never catch each other when they're apart. Shooting a Snap, she heads back into the garage. Climbing onto her bike, she wheels it out towards Jackson. Catching his eye as she rolls up next to him.

"One of the better investments I've made in my life." He nods with a cool smile, Luna not knowing whether he's talking about the bike or her.

"You ready?" She asks with an unamused tone.

Jackson's smile and the roar of his bike indicates that, Yes, he's Ready To Go. He can't help but watch as Luna fires her own up with ease. His dick growing hard as he watches her face fall into a smile of content as it's familiar rumble rattles deep into her bones. He always thought she was at her best with a bike between her legs and a Glock in her hand.

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Colson gets Luna's Snap as he's heading into the house to grab Pete. They're supposed to meet Trippie DownTown at a specific location they have blocked off. Casie pushes passed him as he checks it.

"10P... What the fuck is 10P??" Colson's brain immediately freaks out. Calling Luna, she doesn't answer. "I will fucking kill them....." He starts to spin out. "She said she'd be back tonight... A 10P flight is NOT tonight." Colson's throat starts to close as he becomes angrier.

"What's goin' on, Buddy?" Pete asks as he comes up to Colson.

"She's with fucking Jackson and her flight isn't until 10 fucking PM." Colson unloads without thinking.

"Loons?" Pete asks slightly confused but more to confirm.

"Yeah, fucking Loons." Colson snaps back.

"Alright, chill out..." Pete says as he puts his hands up. "It's not the end of The World... This Jackson Guy, I've met him. Yeah, he's blonde and hot like you but he rides a motorcycle... What are they gonna do on a motorcycle?" Pete asks, thinking he's helping.

"Uh, I don't know... Wrap her fucking legs and body around him!?!" Colson shouts.

"But it's from the back... She can't stick her baby maker into his ass... It doesn't work that way." Pete says as he throws his hands up again with his logic.

"Just shut the fuck up..." Colson growls at him in aggravation.

"Ahhh, C'mon... You REALLY think Loons is gonna pull some shit on you?" Pete says as he gives him a You're Fucking Stupid look.

"Wouldn't be there first time." Colson mutters.

"What?" Pete cocks his head towards Colson quickly. "Nah... You two are inseparable. She ain't like that either... So... What the fuck are you tawken' bout?" His Stanton Island accent immediately kicking in.

"Nothen'... I'm just buggen' let's go grab Trip..." Colson tries to change the conversation and push Pete out the door.

Pete starts again "Nah, man... What th..."

"DAD. Are you ready?" Casie comes into the kitchen, looking at him and Pete.

"Yeah... C'mon, we out." Colson shoots Pete an Eye before grabbing his new bag.

"This ain't over." Pete says sternly once him and Colson are shoulder to shoulder and out of Casie's ear shot.

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"Here? REALLY...?" Luna sighs as she straddles her bike between her legs before kicking it onto it's stand so she can sit. "Why would you bring us here?" She asks as she plays with her hands.

"Why wouldn't I?" Jackson counters with his snide blue eyes sparkling in the low afternoon sun.

"I fucking hate him so much." Luna's insides rage.

"You know, don't you." Luna's question stopping all of his games in their tracks.

"Know what?" He asks coyly as he skips a rock out into the open road ahead of them.

"For real?" She asks with disbelief as she climbs off of her bike.

"Say it." Jackson turns, making their eyes meet. "Say it." He repeats himself as the hints of green spark out of his deep blue eyes from the emotions he's trying to hide.

"I'm getting married, Jackson." Luna huffs out, with an annoyance she truly didn't want while more than their eyes connect.

"Alright... Fine. But, until then c'mon." Jackson grins as he pulls Luna down the hill.

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"That's RIGHT!! We'd convinced Unser that Donaldson was blind and had no idea how many Reese's he was buying or not buying!!" Jackson laughs deeply.

Luna's sitting with Jackson on the rocks by the ocean. They're close to the spot where they had shared their first kiss. Now, almost 15yrs later, they only share joints and old stories. The water giving off an intense energy as it rocks, waves and pushes against the shoreline aggressively. Grabbing her hand, Jackson studies the expensive piece that sits on her finger.

"The girl I knew would've never wore anything like this." He says lowly.

"The girl you KNEW... Was a CHILD." Luna scoffs as she pulls her hand away angrily from his truth.

Sitting silently, there's too many unspoken words between the two of them. Heartbreaks that burned too deep. Promises that broke too hard. Along with unforgiven Sorry's and long remaining regrets.

"You know it's because of you, right... You're unhappy..." Jackson states flatly as he looks into the swirling waters.

"What?" Luna asks as she cocks her head towards him.

"The water rages with the moon... And YOU are named after The Moon... LUNA." Jackson looks over at her as he licks his lips with a satisfied smile. "You're gonna tell me you're happy?" He half asks as he slides his hand across her jawbone.

Jackson presses his mouth against Luna's. Pushing his wet, firm tongue into her mouth. For a second they connect like synergy, Luna easily falling into his hold like she had in her grandmother's penthouse. Jackson taking full advantage of her weakness for him as his hands grasp the face of the girl that he's missed for so many years.

"You're not mine." Luna quickly pushes him off of her with a stoned slur and a shake of her head, recognizing that the familiarity of his mouth is not HER familiar mouth. "We've gotta get to dinner." Luna states as she stands up and brushes the sand off of her ass and hands before making her way up the hill.

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"Tell me THIS is what you want." Jackson says as he grabs Luna's left wrist and pulls her closer to him with his other hand by the small of her back.

"What? THIS like US? Or like, THIS as in me and Colson and the multiple rings, tattoos and other items I rock on my body for him?" Luna asks with a scowl. "I don't know where you got confused... But, the last time I saw you, I had a boyfriend. We got engaged... Annnnnnnnd from what I gather..." Luna sighs and rolls her eyes. "It's a pretty big fucking deal to The World, so I flew the fuck down HERE to tell you in person instead of letting you find out on the Internet or some other shit... Which apparently you already DID, so it doesn't fucking matter. Shit, Jax... I thought I was doing the right thing here. Obviously fucking not." Luna huffs with annoyance as she fishes a Newport out of her bag.

"I didn't think it would last. And it's fast as shit..." Jackson shrugs. "I don't know... Maybe I thought you'd float around for once...?"

"Float around...? What the fuck do you mean Float Around?" Luna pulls on her Newport hard before exhaling a large cloud of offended smoke.

"I don't know... Like date diff..." He doesn't even get to finish his sentence.

"What!?!" She cuts him off. "No. Why would you think that?? Justin fucking KILLED himself, Jackson. He didn't just fucking break up with me one day and move out. HE LEFT HIMSELF HANGING IN OUR FUCKING BEDROOM AND ME WITH OUR WHOLE FUCKING LIFE!" Luna's screaming as tears pour down her face. "I stayed single because I HAD TO. I didn't want to Float AROUND because I couldn't even STAND THE IDEA OF ANYONE FUCKING TOUCHING ME!!" Luna's hands are flying like annoyed hummingbirds as she continues to scream at Jackson. "FUUUUUCK!!! I even tried again with you. I don't know why it didn't click. I can't help that and I'm sorry. But in all honesty, I was lucky enough to run back into someone that I have a CRAZY connection to without even speaking... And you know what? Considering that it's been more then 10yrs since YOU CHEATED ON ME, you can go fuck yourself. I don't owe you shit when it comes to explaining our relationships to each other. This was a FUCKING courtesy and I'm goin' to fuckin' dinner." Luna takes another long drag off of her 100 before flicking it so that it purposely zips just past Jackson.

Stalking away, she climbs on to her bike. Shooting him a nasty eye, she fires it up and is off without a second thought.

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"Fuuuuuuuck.... That did not go how I wanted... She's lying to herself about the click. I know she felt it just now and in New York.... If she marries him, I'm gonna lose her forever. Justin was a fucking fluke. There's no way she'd pick two dumbasses in a row." Jackson weighs the odds as he climbs on his bike and follows behind Luna.

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Colson is walking around DownTown Cleveland with Casie, Pete, Trippie, AJ and their friend Miles. Infiltrating the streets and fucking with the youth culture. They only get to bang because they're legit hometown Assholes. Anyone else would've been dirted. Easily. With a camera presented, the tiny hard asses easily engage once they recognize Pete and The Ohio Natives. Miles and AJ catching a load of footage of a ton of different kids. BECAUSE WE'RE ALL DIFFERENT.

Dressed in pink, with a long suit jacket, Colson takes his place on the sidewalk as Miles shoots him. Using the pharmacy they rented and blocked off, they shoot the rest of the video in and around it. Using Colson, Trippie, Pete and the kids that the parent's signed off on it. AJ's loose footage being used during editing.

Colson, Pete and Trippie gather for a pic. Colson copies and Snaps it to Luna before they begin to celebrate their success. After a while, Colson annoyance takes over. He hasn't spoken to Luna all day, other than Snaps. Colson collects his stuff and Casie with frustration. She skips alongside him asking about Luna as he grips his bag. It only makes his annoyance grow.

"When's she coming home?" Casie asks as she bounces alongside her father.

"I don't know." Colson answers as his jaw clenches and everything inside of him RAGES. "C'mon Peanut. We goin' home." He keeps his calm as he grabs his daughter's hand.

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"He fed the dog fucking METH!!" Tig bellows as they pass the salad around.

"You said to get him high... So, I did!" Juice shrugs with a laugh.

"He bit my FUCKING ass!" Tig exclaims as he's about to drop his pants as evidence.

"We believe you, Baby." Gemma coaxes him as she tugs his pants up. "We gotta special dinner... Our Girl's Home!" She exclaims with pride. "Come. Eat."

Gemma's dinner table is like no other. She knows what grounds she owns, along with anything else as she smokes her brisket. There are men that run things and then there's Gemma. Don't ever be foolish to mistake the two.

"Holy FUUUUCK..." Bobby moans as he bites into his sandwich.

With everyone gathered together, it's Gemma, Luna, Jax, the rest of The Club alongside Donna and the kids. They enjoy Gemma's cooking along with their commentary. Balls are busted and throat's are jokingly cut. Stories being happily exchanged. Including the job where Luna took the solid bullet through her shoulder. Now notoriously known amongst the family as The Hit. Too many opinions and thoughts being passed on that subject, they roll on. The table continues to flow, talking of upcoming community family events as more jokes are tossed around. It's the mention of Luna's engagement that stops everyone.

"WHAT?" Gemma questions their silence. "He fucked up..." She shrugs as she sips her cocktail, her stomach having no need for food. "We gonna act like he didn't?" She challenges not only Luna and Jackson but also Piney and Opie. "He FUCKING had her... And he fucked up."

"Yeah, Ma. I did. But I was fucked up when I when I lost her... Dad had just died... You and Clay were..."

"Me and Clay were fucking WHAT?' Gemma demands from her son.

"Nothing." Jackson sighs in frustration, knowing to not cross his mother.

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Standing outside after finishing up dinner, Luna and Opie are sharing a joint. Luna can't help but be relieved of not feeling the obligation to inform anyone else personally regarding her marriage plans.

"Look, I'm getting married for real in Cleveland. I think it's the 29th but don't quote me." Luna swallows hard as she looks at the nonsense around them. "I never wanted this spectical... But I'd love for you and Donna to be there. Piney too if he can... If you can't, I'm doing it again at Colson's Annual Festival like a week later for friends... It could be fun..." Her hopefulness trailing off before sighing as she laces her fingers inside Opie's. "I just wanna be me and him." Luna thinks of Colson wistfully as she grips Opie's hand. "Can't I have just him...? I know he wants the same thing." Luna shrugs. "So what's the fucking problem?" She asks.

"Gemma." Opie states.

"That's not fair....." Luna trails.

"Nothing in this life is fair, Luna. You haven't learned that yet?" Opie counters her with the awful truth.

"Hey..." Jackson calls out as he cautiously approaches them.

"Hey." Luna and Opie answer in unison.

"I need to talk to Luna alone..." Jackson trails.

A simple look between Op and Luna gives him the sense of space. He loves Jackson. The way a man should love his bestfriend. He also loves Luna. Feeling more inclined to protect her first, he walks away with a slight hesitation as he leaves them alone.

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Jackson and Luna have been outside for the last 20mins. Beginning as an apology from Jackson, they had slipped naturally into their uniquely intimate history. Leading Jackson to ask Luna again if it's Colson that she truly wants. Her answer being a firm Yes. Followed by her interpretation of their painful, heart staking truth.

"Nothing will ever compare to Us... You are who I began with. Nothing will ever be the things we were or did together.... Or that I learned with you." Heavy tears are dropping from Luna's eyes as her breath shudders. "You're my first... For A LOT of Things... If not EVERYTHING." Luna gasps at their memories. "And I will always love you... But you're not mine anymore." She whimpers lowly. "You haven't been for a long time because you made that choice. Years ago, Jax. Not me." She sniffles as she pulls Jackson's face into hers, kissing him hard on the mouth before getting into her rental and shutting the door.

Jackson knocks on her window as Luna shakes her head. Putting the car in reverse, she disappears down the driveway without saying GoodBye to anyone else. Rolling out of his sight, for who knows how long this time.

Luna having a knack for running away from boys and leaving them confused and lost in her wake. No. Is the only similar thought they share in that moment. For seperate reasons.

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Luna gets back to Cleveland around 2A. Landing back at Hopkins International, she finally checks her phone. There's a missed call and Snap from Colson.

Luna can't help the grin on her face as she catches an Uber home to Colson's. It's been a long day and all she wants is to be held by him. That's it.

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The house is still raging from Hotel Diablo's success when Luna walks in. There's a shit ton and all of them are fuck face wasted, with randos filling the house.

"Yo." Luna calls to Colson while he's sat, with his legs wide on the pool table as different girls fawn all over him. "You FUCKING done?" She asks with an attitude, more frustrated with herself than him.

"Kitten...." Colson's off the pool table and in front of Luna before she can bitch anymore. "What's good?" He drunkenly asks her as he pulls her in for a sloppy kiss.

"Don't fucking Kitten me." Luna counters with a smirk after she kisses Colson, staking her claim to any fool in sight.

"But you're my baaaaa-by...." Colson slurs as he drops kisses all over Luna's face.

"Let's go upstairs then...." She lightly giggles as she persuades him.

Standing at the bottom step Luna looks at Colson. One Look and he's done.

"I'M OUT!!" Colson shouts to the random girl's groans.

Luna looks over her shoulder as Colson grabs her hand. Heading up the stairs together, it's one of the better decision both have made in the last 24hrs.

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To be continued....

[mafia-nct]

GOT7 Network

Even though they are one of the smallest mafia’s they were able to make it as one of Korea’s best. They have many connections with many different networks making them practically untouchable. They’re good at what they do and can pull of some of the riskiest criminal activity but they are crazy. They’re the literal definition of crack heads.

(I don’t own any of these gifs, credits to the original owners)

Jaebum (code name: Shark)

Mafia boss

Interrogator

Can’t control his own mafia sometimes (they’re wild, it’s not really his fault). He’s only scary from afar. Got to where he is because of his charm. He is, after all, known as one of the most handsome mafia leaders.

Mark (code name: Shadow)

Undercover specialist

Drug dealer

Hacker

Has the worst temper in the network. He’s known to throw things when he’s angry. He’s extremely good at gathering information. He’s so quiet it’s easy to forget he’s in the room. That way, when enemies start talking, he gathers all the info he needs.

Jackson (code name: Puppy)

International affairs

Close range assassin

Weapons specialist

Has many friends from other mafias. Sometimes worry that his friendliness could be the downfall of Got7. Has amazing flair for business and people skills, which is why he scores many international deals.

Jinyoung (code name: Poly)

Underboss

Corrupt cop

Data specialist

Was friends with Jaebum before he started his mafia. Somehow got bored of the cop life and fell in love with crime. He’s in charge of the organize crime unit at the police station. Hiding every crime Got7 commits is a piece of cake.

Youngjae (code name: Laughter)

Medic

Bookie

Busted his ass off in med school to become a paediatrician but thanks to an incident involving the law he met Jaebum. Teases and laughs at his members all the time. He’s very methodical in everything he does.

BamBam (code name: Gold)

Clubs/Bars supervisor

Bagman

Drug dealer

He’s the fanciest and most materialistic member. If he could have a house made of crystal he would. Once chased someone who owned them money for four blocks ruining, in the process, his brand new Balenciaga shoes.

Yugyeom (code name: Rascal)

Street racer

Hijacking specialist

Long range assassin

He’s very precise in everything he does. He’ll rarely make a mistake, every single one of his missions are planned to a tea. He enjoys pranking his members with BamBam. His best prank involves an alarm clock, whipped cream, a frying pan and a bag of dirt.

[prouvaire]

lmao i’m so old i dont know how to answer replies anymore @ourbastardofsorrows

anyways after a day of memorizing stuff and a week of prolonged suffering through the wonderful world of possession (sadly not the fun kind we briefly studied in canon law) i’m both extremely tired and angry so here’s a condensed list of fashion opinions i might elaborate on later when my one (1) braincell returns from the war 

Fashion is an art form that conjugates all aspects of humanity. It’s art, history, sociology, psychology, chemistry, biology, maths, etc. It’s not an oppressive imperative, au contraire, in it’s purest and best form it’s both an expression and a reflection.

The big houses are overrated, boring, generic, incapable of innovation, and bound by societal expectations, LVMH, and their own former glory. Oh, and might I add, their bland, tasteless, and very white patrons. And, yes, I’m calling out Chanel, a brand whose admittedly few groundbreaking contributions are greatly overshadowed by long periods of stagnation and repetition. I’m also calling out Dior because if I see another belted tulle dress I’m gonna scream (oh and lmao at their completely OrgANic and UnARTifiCiaL way to make the saddle bag relevant again) 

Louis Vuitton is boring af. That’s literally it. 

The word haute couture gets thrown in a lot when there’s a pretty garment but it rarely is ACTUAL haute couture, which is honestly a disservice to haute couture bc if u see actual (and good) haute couture you quickly realize that it’s an art of the garment. It’s no longer a dress, or a shirt, or a skirt, or what have you, it’s something much more akin to a sculpture. It’s pushing the boundaries of our notions of textiles and construction. I mean look at Iris Van Herpen, Guo Pei, old Mcqueen, Cristobal Balenciaga, etc. 

on that note, CRISTOBAL FUCKING BALENCIAGA! Even Christian Dior bowed to Cristobal Balenciaga. 

Kinda circling back to point 2, but there are so many better couturiers than Coco Chanel that had even bigger impacts on fashion (imo the only thing gabrielle had going for her was marketing). E.g. Charles Frederick Worth, Mme. Grez, Elsa Schiaparelli. Madeline Vionnet, Paul Poiret, YSL, Boue soeurs, etc 

Dapper Dan is the unsung hero of contemporary fashion and it’s only in the last 5 years that he’s been getting his dues. Logomania started with Dapper Dan, streetwear as we know it is greatly based on Dapper Dan’s Aesthetic, every ig baddie and run of the mill influencer owes 98% of their aesthetic to Dapper Dan. Fendi should’ve made Dapper Dan their creative director, don’t change my mind. 

fashion owes a great fucking deal to POC around the globe and black american culture. Most trends can be traced directly to POC and black americans. I’m no expert, but Shelby Ivey Christie has some bomb threads about this on ig and twitter. 

The fashion industry as we know it was born in the 80s and it’s the fucking worst. Here’s my controversial opinion: it corrupted the art of fashion and the notion of luxury to the point of meaningless monstrosity. Thanks capitalism, racism, and nepotism. This point in particular gives way to a multifaceted analysis that’s worth further investigation. I mean it’s the reason why things pretty much always look kinda the same, why there are only like 4 creative directors, why there are only like 4 models (and we all know who they are), why Anna Wintour is still relevant, why Vogue and Conde Nast by extension is still relevant, why for some god forsaken reason there are like 50 shows a year (haute couture, ready to wear, resort, cruise, etc.) Though to be fair, the absurd amount of shows is also kinda Lagerfeld’s fault (thanks Karl we hate it) 

Mass production is a plague upon this land. I’m not saying fast fashion, I’m saying mass production. 

Paris and Milan fashion weeks are the superior fashion weeks. No, this is not only based on the fact that those are the only fashion weeks I’ve been to, and, no, this wasn’t just a weird flex. Or was it? 🤫

And as a last and possibly the only really controversial opinion on this list: Zuhair Murad and Elie Saab are overrated. Don’t get me wrong tho’ their embroidery is exquisite (I’ve had the delight to see an Elie Saab dress up close) but they pretty much repeat the same silhouettes every season. Also my monkey brain’s pet peeve is tumblr’s obsession with these two (and with Dolce and Gabbana but this one is not at all irrational considering that Stefano Gabbana is a racist asshole who harasses people online and Domenico Dolce is not that much better, also their collections are underwhelming and repetitive) 

[aperfectsummerrae]

Truth Is...

INVOLVED: Summer Sanders, Ellie Rose, and Wynter Sanders TIME FRAME: Sunday, April 19, 2020 LOCATION: Sanders-Rose Home; Los angeles, California SUMMARY: While unpacking a few things, Wynter and Ellie stumble across Summer’s old sonogram photo. With the shock sinking in, Summer returns from a food run and Ellie and Summer talk about it, laying more secrets out into the open.

Wynter stood in the room with Ellie, after having moved all of the boxes marked for the master bedroom into the room. “Where should I put this last box?” she asked the woman, looking around at how everything was arranged.

Ellie looked at the mess that was their room, she sighed softly to herself, with at least the bed and mattress delivered they could make some sense of everything. She looked at Wynter and said, “just sit it right there,” as she folded her arms over her chest. “I guess all of the clothing items can go in the closet,” she said to the young girl.

Wynter nodded at Ellie as she moved with the box and sat it down off to the side. She looked around the room and hummed out, “what time is the rest of the furniture supposed to be arriving again?” She pulled her hair out of its ponytail and ran her fingers through it before she pushed it all back into a low bun. “Also, this was the last box,” she told Ellie, “as far as your stuff and Summer’s stuff goes,” she told the woman before she squatted before she box and opened it up.

“I don’t know, I have to check the email,” Ellie told the girl as she shifted on her feet, she dropped her arms and moved to a stack of boxes sliding them into the closet so that she could put some of those things away. She nodded her head at Wynter and said, “okay,” to her from the closet. She cracked a box open and pulled out a pair of shoes trying to decide how she wanted to organize everything.

Wynter took note of the items in the box being trinkets and things and she closed it before she moved to another. “Okay,” she said with a hum as she opened the next box filled with some of Summer’s clothes. She picked it up and moved it for the closet, placing it on the island in the center of the large closet. “Uh, which side would be yours and which side would be Summer’s?” she asked curiously.

“Put Summer’s stuff on the left,” Ellie said to the girl in an uncaring tone, it really didn’t matter to her either way. She was just over the entire moving process and she remembered now why she declined so many other lovers now. Licking her lips, she sat the shoes down before she decided she’d locate all her expensive bags and line them up in the closet first then her shoes. She walked out the closet and looked at each box trying to decide which was which, looking for titles.

Nodding slowly, Wynter looked towards the left side of the closet and she eyed the area there before she sighed deeply. She loved moving but she hated the unpacking. Licking her lips, she began pulling the items from the box, shaking them out and sorting them. Turning towards clothing rack spaces, she grabbed a hanger and got to work. She would just hang them for now and allow Summer to sort through everything as she wanted when she returned home.

Ellie unstacked boxes and restacked them until she found the box she was looking for. She opened it up to double check before she moved it into the closet. Ellie began to move the various Chanel bags, YSL bags, Balenciaga bags, and Hermes bags lining them up on the shelves in the closet. She moved one by one, essentially color coordinating them in the closet. She had placed nearly 25 bags up on the shelves before she moved the empty box back out of the closet. Moving back into the closet Ellie then removed shoes and filled the other shelves, color coordinating the Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, YSL, and Gucci heels.

Wynter placed item after item onto a hanger and into the space before she looked back at Ellie and all of the bags that she had lined up. They were all designer and all very expensive. Wow. “Ellie…” Wynter said softly. “You’re rich, rich,” she giggled softly before she took the empty box off the island and moved it out of the room. She grabbed another box of Summer’s things, moving back into the closet easily. She sat it on the island, flipping the lapels open. She eyed the items before she looked at Ellie once more with all of her designer shoes, her eyebrows rising to her hairline.

Ellie looked at Wynter and shook her head a little with a smirk. “Nah,” she said to her smoothly. “Some were gifts,” she told her truthfully as she lined the shoes up, of which she had tons of thanks to the boutique as well. She continued to empty the shoe box until she took it out of the closet and back into the room. Ellie grabbed another box with clothes that were to be hung of hers and she grabbed some hangers moving to hang them up in color order in the spot she wanted them to go in.

Wynter watched Ellie and she nodded, “gifts?” she questioned her slightly. “So, you know my birthday is coming up,” she smiled brightly at Ellie as she began pulling out some of Summer’s undergarments with a small scrunch of her face. “Uh, is underwear going in this thing?” she asked, patting the island. “Or in the dresser?” she asked Ellie before she shifted on her feet. “Do you guys really need the dresser with all of this closet space?”

“Yeah gifts,” Ellie said, hanging up her more expensive dresses, sweats, and tops. Most of which had tags on them still. “Is it now?” she asked her slyly with a smirk on her lips and she hung more clothes up. “And what should Summer and I get you?” she asked the young girl. “No, I think we are going to use that for accessories and stuff, they’ll go in the dresser with pajamas, lounge wear, and underwear,” she told her. “Yes, we do, it completes the set one and two we have a lot of things. Well I know I do,” she told her softly.

Wynter smirked back at Ellie and she nodded, “it is, July 15th,” she told the woman easily. “Right around the corner,” she smiled. “Oh, I don’t know…” she chuckled softly, “I wouldn't mind a Gucci backpack or something,” she said looking at Ellie before she pulled more of Summer’s undergarments from the box. However, at Ellie’s words and explanation, she stopped short. “Okay, so I’ll let Summer unpack this…” she trailed off as she looked back down into the box, her head tilting to the side slightly.

Ellie shook her head at the girl. “Is that right?” she asked her as she named exactly what she wanted for her birthday. “July 15th got it,” she responded, hanging up a few more shirts in the meantime. “No problem,” she told her easily as she worked through the box she was on.

Wynter nodded slightly at Ellie as she reached into the box, her fingers gripping into the edge of what looked like a picture. She pulled it out of the box from under the clothes and she held it up, gazing at the photo with a hum. She flipped it over to the back before she looked at it again. “Ellie…” she said, holding it out to the woman. It was an old sonogram photo with Summer's name in the top left-hand corner along with other information displayed elsewhere across the image. “This is a sonogram, right?” she asked her, a bit confused. If course she knew what a sonogram looked like, but the fact that it was Summer’s was throwing her for a loop.

Ellie placed a dress on a hanger and placed it on the rack before she looked back. “Huh?” she asked her softly. She moved towards her pulling her yoga pants up over her stomach as she did. “A what?” she asked her confused as she looked down, she grabbed it from her and read the information across it. “Yeah,” she said barely as she looked on in shock, how the hell is this possible? In all of this time, she hadn’t heard a single thing about a child or what could have been. “You knew about this?” she asked, unsure of what else to say right now.

Wynter looked at Ellie as she moved closer and examined. At the question, Wynter shook her head. “No…” she said softly, looking at the picture of the fetus in Ellie’s hand. “This says 2012... I was like 7…” she bit her lip, looking towards Ellie in shock.

Ellie looked at Wynter and then she looked back down at the photo, she heard the girl’s words, but she was too confused herself to comment on that. Instead she looked at her and said, “put it back where you found it,” easily as she looked into her eyes and then walked away. Ellie knelt down by the box and she picked a shirt up out of it, what the hell?

Wynter stared at the side of Ellie’s face until she was told to put the sonogram back. “Huh?” she said softly, almost in a daze herself as she took the image from Ellie, her fingers gently grazing over the image before she licked her lips slowly. Lifting the items in the box, she gently placed it back where she thought that she had found it before she placed the rest of the items back into the box. Finally, she turned to Ellie and said, “Summer doesn’t have a kid…” knowingly. “I don’t even remember her… gaining weight or… being pregnant…” she said thoughtfully, racking her brain. She was young then but surely, she would have remembered that.

Ellie heard Wynter but she didn’t respond, the girl needed to place the item back where she got it from. Ellie continued to hang things up until the box was empty and she looked at Wynter saying nothing before she looked away from her grabbing another box filled with pants and jeans.

Wynter kept going as Ellie spoke no words. “Like… she would have said something right?” she asked Ellie as she grabbed the box and moved it out of the closet. “Do you think she got rid of it?” she spoke aloud, wondering to herself. “That just doesn’t seem like Summer…” she admitted, picking up another box and moving with it back into the closet. She sat the box down and looked at Ellie. “She didn’t mention it to you?”

Summer moved back into the house with bags of food in her hands. She moved through the space moving into the kitchen to place the bags down. She brushed her braids back before she moved back out to her car to grab the drinks. Holding the cup holder in one hand, Summer moved back into the house, closing and locking the door behind her as she did so. “I’m back!” she called out loudly as she moved to the kitchen again. Sitting the drinks down, she reached into one of the bags and pulled out her fries, popping a few into her mouth hungrily.

Ellie looked at Wynter as she continued to talk, rambling on and on before her. She placed another article of clothing up in the closet before she moved the folded jeans onto shelves. Ellie said, “no,” quietly to Wynter wanting her to drop it. They’d seen it but now it was time for them to erase it from their minds. Hearing Summer call out in the large empty space she looked at Wynter and said, “don’t say anything,” as she moved to walk out the closet. “Go eat,” she said pointing towards their bedroom door.

Wynter looked at Ellie as she answered the question and she bit her lip hard. “B-...” she trailed off her protest as Ellie told her to go eat sternly. Sighing out, she moved out of the closet and made her way downstairs. As she reached the kitchen, she looked at Summer, confusion spread across her face as she asked, “which one is mine?” looking at the various bags on the counter.

Summer pulled her container of atomic wings from the bag and looked at Wynter as she came down. She took in the expression of her sisters face and asked, “what’s wrong with you?” as she handed the girl her own Wingstop bag. “Where’s Ellie?” she asked next, looking towards the steps expectantly as she opened her container and bit down on a wing with a hum of appreciation.

Ellie watched Wynter leave and she moved back to Summer’s box, she shuffled through it finding the picture again. She tilted her head gently, none of this made sense to her still and she squinted. It wasn’t her business to know, she guessed, but clearly, she was hiding it. Why else would it be in this box of all places? Putting the photo back she moved out of the closet and through the house, down the stairs, and to the kitchen. She looked at Wynter, giving her a knowing look, before she looked at Summer.

Wynter shook her head. “Nothing, I’m fine,” she said easily, shaking it off. Taking the bag, Wynter opened it and began to pull her food out quietly. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. “Upstairs…” she said with a shrug as she stuffed a few fries into her mouth. As Ellie approached, Wynter looked back at her before she dropped her eyes to her food opening up her box. She looked at the Lemon Pepper wings with a small sigh before she picked one up and began to eat it.

Summer looked at Wynter, eyeing the girl carefully as she sucked the meat off the bone. Clearly the girl was not alright, but she’d take it for now. As Ellie approached Summer smirked at her, sliding the bag across the counter. “Fries and half and half, BBQ and Lemon Pepper,” she told her easily. “Y’all alright?” she questioned after she took a moment to really take in Ellie as well. What happened while she was gone? It had only been maybe 30 minutes.

Ellie watched the bag and she nodded her head at the woman, taking the bag and sliding it closer to herself. Ellie opened the bag and pulled her things out of it resting it on the counter. At Summer’s question she looked at her and then over to Wynter. “Yeah,” she said tucking her lips in before she opened her box of wings and looked them over.

Wynter stood there awkwardly, looking at her wings and fries as she ate. She wanted so badly to ask Summer so many questions, but she knew better of it. Clearly Summer had the image tucked away for a reason, she didn’t want it to be seen. Eating quietly, she shifted on her feet. “Uh, I’m going to go eat outside,” she told them before she collected her food and moved out to the backyard. She moved out towards the grilling area and sat her food down with a shake of her head.

Summer eyed them both as she ate another wing with a hum. They were both acting very strangely. Summer was sure Ellie was still a bit upset about what happened a few nights ago before the move but Wynter acting weird was odd to her. What was the deal? Licking her fingers a little, she watched as Wynter took her food and walked out to the backyard before she looked at Ellie. “What happened while I was out?”

Ellie picked up a few fries and popped them into his mouth chewing lightly on them. She grabbed the container of ranch and she popped the lid, dipping some fries into the sauce and placing them into her mouth. She chewed looking at Wynter as she left her alone with Summer and she sighed. At Summer’s question she looked up at her and said, “nothing,” as she picked up a chicken wing and began to eat it.

Summer looked at Ellie and she squinted slightly. “Okay…” she said with a hum, not really believing her but what else could she do? She picked up a few more of her fries before she said, “I talked to the delivery people while I was out; the dressers, couches, chairs, and tables should be here within the next 30 minutes to an hour,” before she pushed the fries into her mouth.

Ellie cleaned that bone and picked up another chicken wing eating from it as well, she nodded her head at her comment. “Good,” she said, her eyes not moving to Summer and she dropped that bone as well, licking her lips and picking up some fries and popping them into her mouth.

“Ellie…” Summer sighed out now, cleaning her hands with a napkin from the bag. “Can you please stop being mad at me now?” she asked. She had really thought maybe they were over it after moving in yesterday and all but clearly, they weren’t. “I’m sorry… okay…” Summer bit her lip hard, really not even sure what she was apologizing for now.

Ellie looked back up at Summer and she furrowed her brows at her, oh that. Yeah, she wanted to kill her for a few days but she hadn’t thought much of it for a while. She picked up some more fries and said, “I’m not mad,” to the woman looking up at her than down at her chicken as she picked a piece up and bit it. “No need to apologize,” she told her.

Looking at Ellie as the woman furrowed her brows, Summer tilted her head to the side a little. “Then what is it?” she asked her softly. “Is it the house?” she questioned curiously. “Both of you came down here like someone ran over your puppy…” she said, licking her lips before she picked up another wing and began to eat it, a bit of sweat forming on her brow from the intensity of the wings.

Ellie sighed heavily, sitting the wing down, she picked up a napkin and wiped her hands. “We found the sonogram Summer,” she finally said to her. She looked at the woman in her eyes for a long time before she closed her wing box. “We were trying to put everything away,” she said quietly as she rested the napkin on the counter and her hands.

Sucking the meat from the bone, Summer looked at Ellie as she sighed out like she was about to say something very heavy and when she did, Summer choked on the piece of meat sliding down her throat. She dropped the bone and began patting her chest gently as she reached for her drink. Gulping some down quickly, she looked at Ellie with wide eyes as she settled. She had no idea what to say. Truthfully, she didn’t know why she was still hanging onto the sonogram after all these years. All it was, was a painful memory.

Ellie looked at her watching her choke a little and she shuffled on her feet gently. She looked down before she looked back up. Summer didn’t say anything, so Ellie didn’t either instead she placed another fry into her mouth and chewed lightly.

Summer sat her cup down and she calmed herself, licking her lips slowly. She looked away from Ellie, then down at her food. Her appetite was completely gone now. She felt a bit numb too. Closing the container, Summer turned to the fridge and placed it inside randomly before she stood back at the counter, her hands pressed into it. “Well… now you know…” she said softly.

Ellie watched the woman as she put her food up and she tilted her head, at her words she shrugged slightly. “Know what?” she asked her. “What do I know?” she asked her. She saw a photo, that was it and nothing more. Any details revolving around it would have to come from her because a photo couldn’t tell her anything.

Summer looked at Ellie before she looked away from her, letting out a deep sigh. She shook her head slightly before she picked up a napkin and began to clean her hands more, fiddling with it. “I was pregnant once upon a time…” she said with a shrug.

Ellie looked at Summer as she wiped her hands and then nonchalantly told her she was pregnant once before. “Okay, that’s obvious,” she told her, biting her tongue to not further what she wanted to say. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked her curiously. “Is this what you called my sister over?” she asked her putting two-and-two together.

Summer sighed out, looking at the napkin in her hands at Ellie’s words. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth gnawing on it. Ellie had hit her with two questions back to back and she didn’t know what to say. She let go of the napkin and ran her fingers through her braids before she looked to Ellie briefly. “I don’t talk about it,” she finally said, her shoulders dropping a bit, not answering the second question at all.

Ellie nodded her head at her. “Okay,” she said easily, that was understandable in her opinion. She didn’t talk about her abortion, so much so that her own sister didn’t know about it. So that was fine by her. She ate more of her fries before she searched for ketchup grabbing some to use as well on them.

Summer shifted on her feet slightly as Ellie just accepted the answer for what it was and she nodded slowly. Pressing her hands into the counter a bit harder, Summer gripped it slightly as she tried to keep her emotions at bay. It was over six years ago, but Summer still felt the pain like it was yesterday. She sniffled softly before she quickly wiped under her eyes, looking away from Ellie.

Ellie grabbed the ketchup and moved back to her fries, uncapping the bottle and squeezing some onto the fries and when she was done she sat the bottle down. She picked up fries and dipped them into the ranch as well eating on them quietly. “I was Wynter’s age when I lost my virginity,” she said as she stuck another fry into her mouth chewing lightly. “And I was a year older than her when I got pregnant,” she announced. She swallowed hard, “so I get it,” she said to her, “choices being made, you not being able to control them yourself,” she said to her. “I wanted the baby… I just couldn’t keep it,” she told her sighing softly. “You, God, and my best friend are the only people that know,” she told her.

Summer sniffled a bit more, trying to suck up her tears as she stared down at the floor. However, when Ellie began to speak, Summer looked over at her slowly. She blinked hard, a tear rolling down her face as Ellie spoke to her, telling her things that she already knew. She sucked in a harsh breath at Ellie’s story. She’d had an abortion at fifteen, but it still wasn’t the same. She was sure Ellie still felt pain from it and she definitely felt for her. “I’m sorry Ellie…” Summer whispered, her voice shaking a bit as she swallowed hard. “I… I didn’t have an abortion though…” she said simply, explaining a bit more of her own story.

Ellie looked at Summer as she cried. “I gathered that,” she told her, looking down apparently, she was just told in a very sly way that their pain didn’t equate, funny. She looked back up at her tilting her head to the right and she said, “I’m sorry,” back to her, it was only right. They have both lost children there was no need to weigh either in her opinion.

Summer shifted on her feet at Ellie’s response to her. “I, uh, I had a miscarriage at sixteen weeks…” she said softly, shaking her head a little. “J-Jasmine found me in the bathroom of our dorm basically bleeding out…” she whispered, wiping more tears from under her eyes.

Ellie continued to look at her and she nodded her head slowly, as the woman went to explain the gruesome details and she looked down, closing her eyes gently. What a trigger she never expected. Ellie can distinctly remember screaming crying for days straight, well at least that was Sabrina’s account. She looked up at her as she pushed off the counter moving towards her. “It’s okay,” she told her very quietly as she wrapped the woman up in her arms.

Summer used her palms to wipe her face gently as she tried her hardest to not relive that day. As Ellie moved for her, wrapping her up, she wrapped her arms back around the woman. Hugging Ellie close, Summer pressed a kiss to her forehead as she sniffled hard. She dropped her head to the top of Ellie’s, squeezing her a bit as she held her. “Ellie I’m really sorry,” she breathed out.

Ellie hugged Summer tightly and she rubbed her hand up and down the woman’s back. “Stop apologizing,” she whispered to her quietly, she closed her eyes and let her heavy tear fall finally. “You okay?” she asked, pulling away from her gently to stroke her face.

Holding Ellie, Summer sniffled hard ass Ellie told her to stop apologizing. Pulling back a little, Summer gazed at Ellie, her hands coming up to wipe the tear that fell down Ellie’s cheek. Nodding, she said, “y-yeah…” as she pressed a kiss to her lips gently before she pulled back once more. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, “just still really tough…” she bit her lip.

Ellie nodded her head at her as she spoke and she kissed her back gently against her lips. “Yeah,” she said nodding, sniffles leaving her as she caught two more tears before they could fall down her face with the palm of her hand.

Biting her lip hard, Summer gazed at Ellie. “A-are you okay?” she asked softly. An abortion at fifteen. That was baffling to her. She couldn’t even imagine. She brought a hand to Ellie’s cheek as well, stroking away one of her tears.

Ellie nodded her head at the woman but she wasn't; she was hurt and she began to cry a little harder now, why she didn’t know. Maybe because of what she had done or from telling Summer her deepest darkest secret. She didn’t know but the flood gate had been open.

Summer nodded at Ellie’s nod and she hugged Ellie close once more, holding her tightly as she once again dropped her head to Ellie’s. As Ellie began sobbing Summer held her tighter, her hands rubbing up and down her back gently. Ellie crying the way she was, stirred up emotions inside of her and she began to cry harder as well. She let out a small cry, hugging Ellie even tighter. She vividly remembered walking into the bathroom after she felt some of the most excruciating cramps of her life only to fall to her knees in pain. Having a miscarriage at sixteen weeks was literally like pushing out your child as if you were delivering.

Ellie held onto Summer sniffling harder now as she tried to calm herself down, this happened to have been the very first serious thing they experienced together. It was also the first time Ellie ever full out cried in front of the woman before. She swallowed hard as she clutched Summer as she cried along with her.

Summer sniffled hard, holding into Ellie for dear life as she shook a bit in her arms. Emotions were spilling from her left and right, but it did feel like a weight had been lifted off of her chest now that Ellie knew. Closing her eyes, tears still slid from them as she gripped Ellie. “Wow…” she breathed out softly, “we are broken as fuck,” she said truthfully as she cried.

Ellie exhaled quietly and pulled away from the woman as she looked at her intensely. She grabbed herself a napkin and Summer one as well, handing it over to her she used her own to dry her face. She wasn’t broken, she hated that damn word.

Summer shifted as Ellie pulled away from her and handed her the napkin and she took it, patting her face dry. She let out a deep, sad sigh as she looked at Ellie with a small frown. “What?” she asked her softly now, voice a little hoarse from the crying.

Ellie shook her head at her and said, “nothing,” quietly as she continued to pat her face dry. She sat the napkin aside licking her lips gently. “We should finish unpacking,” she suggested.

Summer nodded slightly at Ellie as she blew her nose before she moved to toss the napkin in the trash and wash her hands. At Ellie’s suggestion, Summer nodded. “Y-Yeah…” she said, clearing her throat as she moved to place her fries into the fridge to finish later. Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket, she pulled it out and looked at the message. “The furniture just arrived,” she told Ellie with a sigh.

Wynter, who had long since finished eating, had been squatting just outside of the kitchen window, listening to every word they shared and she had her hand clamped over her mouth as she cried softly, feeling for the both of them. She was in a state of utter shock.

Ellie looked away from Summer and she nodded her head at the woman as she leaned against the counter with arms folded over her chest. “I’ll go get Wynter,” she told her as she walked away from the woman and moved outside for her in the backyard.

Summer licked her lips slowly as she wiped her face with her hands one more time before she moved to get the door. Walking outside to the front of the house, she eyed the giant truck that housed much of their furniture and the four guys that were currently unloading things into the sidewalk.

Wynter heard Ellie and she scrambled up as quickly as she could, using her shirt to wipe her face as she tried to rush away from the window. She clambered back over to the grill quickly.

Ellie walked outside and looked at Wynter, she took her in and licked her lips. “The furniture is being delivered,” she told her folding her arms over her chest. “You okay?” she asked her.

Summer watched them closely before she let out a sigh and moved down the walkway, meeting the men on the sidewalk. She stood there, her hands on her hips as she licked her lips slowly. Luckily there were four guys because she wasn’t about to hurt her back trying to help them. Not after lifting all of the heavy boxes just a day ago.

Wynter turned and looked at Ellie slowly, biting her lip hard as she nodded. “Okay,” she said, “Uh, I’m finished…” she trailed off at Ellie’s question and she nodded once more. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” she said as she stifled a sniffle, her eyes red.

Ellie looked at Wynter and she moved to her reaching her arms out for the girl to get a hug. “You heard us?” she asked her softly as she rubbed her back gently.

“Uh, we can start by just getting everything into the living room,” Summer said to the guys. “There’s plenty of space and from there, my girlfriend can tell you where she wants everything,” she told them easily as she turned back to the front gate before she said, “I’ll open the driveway gate, it’ll be much easier to move the bigger items through that way.”

Wynter gazed at Ellie and she nodded softly as she walked into her arms for the hug. She buried her face in Ellie’s neck and let out a harsh breath as she hugged her tightly. “I am so sorry Ellie,” Wynter said lovingly.

Ellie nodded her head. “It’s fine little duck,” she told her lovingly, “I’m okay and Summer is okay. I think you should talk to her, if you need to. Don’t hold it in okay,” she told her, pecking her forehead gently.

Summer moved to open the gate, locking it in place to keep it open for the guys. “Please be careful inside of the house, if you scuff the floors, she will kill you with her bare hands…” Summer told them as they moved past her holding the plastic wrapped white couch Ellie had picked out for the living room.

Wynter slowly pulled her face from Ellie’s neck and she nodded slowly. “I’m a listening ear if you ever want to talk,” she told Ellie softly. “And I’ll talk to Summer…” she said gently, with a sniffle as she used her hand to wipe under her nose.

Ellie nodded at the girl a small chuckle leaving her. “Sure thing,” she said softly. She stroked her cheek before she said, “come on,” dragging her back into the home with her arm wrapped around her.

Summer nodded her head, watching as the other two men moved past her with the dresser for Wynter’s room. She followed behind them into the house. “Oh, ah, please watch the door frame,” she said wincing softly.

Wynter smiled softly at Ellie and she wiped her eyes once more before she nodded, letting Ellie tug her along into the house.

[ameliastm-blog]

            good  evening  cincinnati  !  i  don’t  think  i  spelled  that  right  ,  but  go  off  !  it’s  your  girl  arly  sliding  into  the  tag  and  into  this  beautiful  rp  with  my  baby  girl  and  devil  horned  sinner  amelia  park  .  to  be  quite  honest  ,  lia  is  a  brand  new  muse  and  she’s  a  bit  of  a  mish - mosh  of  some  other  charas  i’ve  played  in  the  past  (  and  i’m  fully  aware  that’s  not  a  word  FBHBFD  )  ,  but  i  won’t  keep  my  greeting  too  long  because  i’d  like  to  talk  more  about  miss  park  ,  so  i  can  get  to  plotting  with  all  of  you  !  if  it’s  a  preferred  method  ,  i  can  share  my  discord  if  it’s  better  for  you  with  plotting  ,  and  if  you’d  like  ,  we  could  totally  go  based  off  chemistry  .  without  further  adieu  ,  here’s  my  witchy  daughter  !

birth  name  :  park  ha - rin  . english  name  :  amelia  jennifer  park  . nickname(s)  :  lia  ,  preferably  . birthday / age  :  december  5th  ,  1997  /  22  . zodiac  :  sagittarius  . pronouns  :  she  /  her  /  hers  . gender  :  cis - female  . sexual  orientation  :  bisexual  . romantic  orientation  :  biromantic  . height  :  5′7″  . hometown  :  seoul  ,  south  korea  . current  location  :  new  york  city  ,  new  york  .   nationality  :  korean  . ethnicity  :  korean  . languages  spoken  :  english  ,  korean  ,  french  ,  and  conversational  italian  . career  :  creative  director  and  fashion  designer  . tropes  :  alpha  bitch  ,  bratty  teenage  daughter  ,  daddy’s  girl  ,  emotionless  girl  ,  the  fashionista  ,  lovable  alpha  bitch  ,  rich  bitch  ,  and  socialite  .    inspo  :  chanel  oberlin  ,  ling  woo  ,  buffy  summers  ,  elle  woods  ,  kat  stratford  ,  veronica  mars  ,  regina  george  ,  and  cher  horowotz  .  

          kim  chae - won  is  a  child  actress  who  grew  into  a  gorgeous  woman  ,  who  continued  into  the  entertainment  industry  after  a  break  due  to  her  parents  wanting  her  to  have  a  prosperous  life  as  a  child  .  she  only  ever  loved  the  glitz  and  the  glamour  ,  so  it’s  no  surprise  that  by  her  26th  birthday  ,  chae - won  became  the  highest  paid  actress in  korea  and  the  most  sought  after  drama  actress  .  she  was  notorious  for  living  a  single  life  ,  so  it  was  quite  the  surprise  when  she  announced  that  she  was  pregnant  ,  so  the  question  on  everyone’s  lips  was  who  is  the  father  ?

          a  big  name  in  the  world  of  korean  conglomerates  is  park  sung - hoon  .  the  heir  to  pq group  ,  a  multi - billion  dollar  business  started  by  his  grandfather  .  sung - hoon  was  a  ruthless  businessman  who  always  kept  the  company’s  profits  in  the  positives  ,  and  was  able  to  reap  the  benefits  of  living  such  a  lifestyle  .  fast  cars  ,  bright  lights  ,  and  exotic  vacations  around  the  world  made  up  his  life  whenever  he  was  outside  of  the  board  room  .  sung - hoon  had  always  been  korea’s  most  eligible  bachelor  ,  thanks  to  the  persona  that  he  exuded  on  an  every  day  basis  ,  but  suddenly  he  finds  himself  married  and  with  a  baby  on  the  way  .

          jung  soo - jin  is  the  heiress  of  an  airline  company  ,  and  it’s  safe  to  say  that  she  was  beyond  comfortable  with  her  lifestyle  .  she  always  knew  that  she  was  going  to  remain  rich  no  matter  what  it  took  ,  so  she  wasn’t  against  her  parents  setting  her  up  with  known  player  park  sung - hoon  .  for  a  while  ,  their  relationship  had  been  one - sided  as  sung - hoon  had  no  interest  in  being  tied  down  ,  but  eventually  the  two  made  nice  and  married  in  a  lavish  wedding  on  jeju  island  .  shortly  thereafter  ,  the  couple  welcomed  their  first  child  jun - young  .  soo - jin  was  constantly  praised  by  the  women  of  seoul’s  inner  circle  for  bagging  the  most  eligible  bachelor  in  south  korea  ,  but  she  was  more  focused  on  how  much  others  envied  her  .  

          two  years  later  ,  the  couple  welcomes  their  second  child  ,  seo - yeon  into  the  picture  .  the  family  was  coming  together  and  it  was  quite  beautiful  to  see  them  .  if  the  media  were  to  dub  them  as  anything  ,  it’d  be  the  nation’s  first  family  ,  completely  ignoring  the  president  and  his  own  family  .  the  family  has  been  going  well  ,  their  money  was  never  stopping  ,  and  suddenly  ,  they  were  welcoming  a  third  baby  into  the  mix  .  it  would  be  their  last  child  ,  a  beautiful  baby  girl  they  named  ha - rin  .  the  only  thing  that  drove  the  media  up  the  wall  was  the  lack  of  pregnancy  photos  of  soo - jin  .  nevertheless  ,  the  media  was  absolutely  awe stricken  by  the  beauty  of  their  youngest  baby  ,  so  any  question  of  the  lack  of  photos  was  no  longer  a  topic  of  concern  .

          as  five  years  passed  and  the  family  opened  a  new  pq  group  headquarters  in  new  york  city  ,  the  park  family  is  soon  finding  themselves  relocating  to  the  big  apple  ,  and  specifically  into  the  neighborhood  of  quincy  park  .  i’m  not  sure  of  how  big  the  homes  are  in  the  neighborhood  ,  but  i  kind  of  picture  the  park  residence  like  this  .  the  children  were  spoiled  endlessly  by  their  parents  ,  forever  draped  in  the  latest  fashion  ,  relaxing  on  the  latest  furniture  styles  ,  and  often  spending  their  summers  abroad  on  their  family’s  yacht  or  elsewhere  .  the  parks  were  living  the  dream  ,  and  everything  about  them  looked  right  out  of  a  magazine  .

          youngest  daughter  ,  ha - rin  ,  who  was  known  as  amelia  since  she  began  attending  school  ,  was  the  epitome  of  a  daddy’s  girl  .  she  was  the  youngest  of  the  bunch  and  somehow  managed  to  have  her  father  wrapped  around  her  finger  ,  getting  whatever  she  wanted  without  so  much  as  asking  .  of  course  ,  she  attended  the  most  elite  schools  within  the  gates  of  quincy  ,  and  her  appearance  never  lacked  .  she  often  stepped  out  of  the  latest  vehicle  ,  dropped  off  by  her  driver  ,  and  she  always  accessorized  her  uniforms  with  the  best  shoes  and  handbags  .  amelia  liked  to  flaunt  her  wealth  ,  and  she  loved  her  fashions  for  sure  ,  but  amelia  knew  from  a  young  age  that  she  wanted  to  go  to  school  for  design  .

          fashion  design  was  amelia’s  calling  ,  as  she  often  spent  her  days  sewing  and  sketching  while  keeping  up  with  fashion  months  and  even  the  victoria’s  secret  fashion  show  .  she  loves  the  90s  era  of  modeling  and  dreamed  of  someday  having  her  own  designs  sent  down  the  runway  ,  and  after  graduating  from  quincy  university  ,  amelia  would  have  just  that  .  she  graduated  in  may  of  2019  ,  and  within  all  of  a  month  ,  amelia  was  the  designer  on  everyone’s  lips  .  as  they  awaited  the  debut  of  her  first  line  ,  amelia  rubbed  shoulders  with  some  of  fashion’s  elite  ,  but  it  seemed  as  though  everyone  already  knew  who  she  was  .  she  sat  front  row  at  all  of  the  exclusive  shows  ,  jetting  from  new  york  to  paris  to  london  to  milan  ,  all  while  everyone  desperately  waited  for  a  taste  of  what  as  to  come  .

          it  was  september  2019  when  amelia  launched  her  eponymous  line  during  new  york  fashion  week  ,  which  was  welcomed  into  the  fashion  world  with  rave  reviews  .  her  brand  is  almost  as  if  balenciaga  and  zara  had  a  love  child  ,  and  the  fashion  community  couldn’t  get  enough  .  she’s  awarded  as  emerging  talent  for  ready - to - wear  at  the  cfda  awards  (  pretending  that  the  cfda  awards  happens  later  in  the  year  )  and  she  currently  sits  at  the  top  of  the  list  as  a  designer  to  watch  .

          as  far  as  the  family  rumor  goes  ,  since  lia’s  birth  it’s  always  been speculation  about  where  she  came  from�� .  the  lack  of  pregnancy  pictures  of  soo - jin  is  the  main  speculation  ,  and  the  media  often  wonders  if  she  was  born  through  surrogacy  or  a  secret  adoption  .  in  truth  ,  kim  chae - won  is  lia’s  biological  mother  and  lia  was  the  result  of  an  affair  between  her  and  her  father  .  the  couple  kept  lia’s  maternity  a  secret  ,  and  chae - won  lies  to  the  media  saying  that  she  gave  her  child  up  for  adoption  .  in  reality  ,  soo - jin  resented  chae - won  so  much  that  she  essentially  blackmailed  her  into  signing  over  her  parental  rights  of  amelia  .  this  is  the  start  of  soo - jin  ,  primarily  ,  extorting  and  blackmailing  anyone  who  claims  to  have  proof  that  soo - jin  isn’t  amelia’s  biological  mother  .  

          as  for  amelia’s  paparazzi  nickname  of  ‘  the  minx  ’  it  mainly  derives  from  her  personality  as  being  quite  sly  in  her  words  whenever  she’s  giving  interviews  about  anything  and  also  because  of  her  cat - like  features  .

          when  it  comes  to  her  personality  ,  amelia  is  every  inch  the  girl  that’s  clearly  had  a  silver  spoon  in  her  mouth  since  birth  .  she  was  always  one  of  the  popular  girls  in  her  grade  ,  so  naturally  that  went  to  her  head  .  she  was  on  her  school’s  track  team  mainly  to  give  herself  something  to  do  ,  but  she  also  participated  in  various  clubs  and  organizations  ,  with  her  favorite  being  debate  club  .  she  led  her  school’s  debate  team  to  the  state  championship  every  year  that  she  was  in  high  school  ,  and  she  was  often  utilized  as  their  ‘  secret  weapon  ’  which  led  to  them  winning  competitions  .  that  being  said  ,  amelia  is  very  argumentative  and  she’s  quite  vindictive  as  well  ,  often  finding  leverage  on  someone  to  hang  over  their  head  .  she’s  bitchy  and  mean  ,  sometimes  a  little  overzealous  in  her  tactics  ,  but  even  those  who  may  hate  her  can’t  help  but  admit  that  she’s  as  charismatic  as  a psychopath  (  and  she  might  be  one FBHDFBD  )  .

           i  was  going  to  put  some  wanted  connections  but  i  am  ... exhausted  so  i’ll  be  sure  to  reblog  some  posts  once  i’m  awake  in  the  morning  or  we  could  brainstorm  !

[jackbabewang]

Two worlds 02

part one

Members: Jaehyun x Reader

Word count: 2,819

Summary: There’s a theory of electrons and protons that will be attracted to each other because of their unlike charges. Two human beings that are contrastive in every single way act as a real life experiment. Will it explain the truth or be proven wrong by the debaters? Watch as it unfolds in their very eyes.

Street style crossed with athletic sportswear, cool urban silhouettes, avant-garde detailing and fine construction; take on graphic sweatshirts from Balenciaga and Palm Angels, deconstructed denim from Y/Project, bold colours from Marine Serre and Off-White’s industrial strap bags—pretty much sums up your daily outfit and go-to clothing styles. 

As for Jaehyun, he’s basically an ordinary university student, one that aced his classes and studied in the library until sundown. He wears T-shirts and hoodies for almost every day, sometimes include pieces of varsity jackets and beanie when the weather gets colder. No sleek designs and bold graphics but washed out or near neutral colours that lack strong chromatic content. The only thing that separates him from the others, is his fine looks that’s perfection itself—you can’t argue with that, it’s the truth.

Frat parties or whatever celebrations inclusive of alcohol and explicit music, you never missed out any of them, having fun with your circle of friends like you should till the sun comes up albeit having lectures to attend the next morning. On the other hand, Jaehyun prefers staying in to catch some movies that are over its theatrical run or simply hangout with his high school friends at the local coffee shops, and most importantly getting consistent seven to eight hours of sleep per night.

Further elaborations aren’t needed to prove the obvious differences, the both of you are contrastive in every single way and will never ever be on the same page in the public’s eyes. Which is why people find your confrontation with him the week before was unbelievable and out of the blue. 

“Firstly, you have to determine whether it’s a one-way or two-way slab… There are three types of loads we have to consider which are the dead load, live load and floor finish load…”

While he continues to explain the structural analysis and calculation of—whatever he’s trying to say, you lost it after catching few glimpses of his appearance. His hair was always brushed, and his skin was flawless; you are reminded of the affair and how you missed the scent of his shampoo that lingered on your fingers as you combed through and the warmth of his cheeks under your touch. As much as you want to pass this module, he’s subconsciously preventing you from concentrating the words made out from his lips. And you miss those too.

“Were you even listening?” he frowns, but he wasn’t mad. He couldn’t possibly be, at you.

“You’re distracting,” the remark had the tips of his ears painted red.

Jaehyun drops his pen on a book you didn’t realize he’s been multitasking on, and you watch as he cracks his knuckles, twisting his neck and popping sounds erupt at the quick motions. “We can call it a day if you’re tired.”

“No, no. It’s alright.” You rise from your chair and round the table to take the seat beside him. He turns his head questioningly.

“I am going to stare at you and admire your beautiful face until you kiss me and tell me how annoying I am,” you wish you could tell him so.

“Just so I couldn’t look at your face,” you reasoned but you both knew that it doesn’t make sense. Maybe. The distance made it difficult for you to gawk at him without being caught.

The session carried forward for another half an hour with him getting his research done for a particular assignment, and you being told to read through his notes as well as completing the example questions provided by your lecturer. 

He was so indulged with his own work that he didn’t realize you’ve went abnormally quiet. That was until he felt a weight on him—your head leaning against his arm as you nod off from the combination of soothing silence and cold air. Seeing the way your neck strained at the position, he adjusted himself so you could lay on him comfortably. When you snuggle closer with a small smile on your face, he knew right then and there he’s completely wrapped around your fingers.

Staying for long hours in the library was never your thing, let alone scanning through paragraphs of more than five hundred words. Nonetheless, these activities just aren’t your cup of tea. However, you often find yourself turning down your friends’ requests to hit the clubs ever since you began to cling yourself to Jaehyun. You thought that this situation might even deemed to be ‘unhealthy’ for your usual lifestyle. You’ve explored enough of Jaehyun’s world and you reckon it’s about time to show him yours.

“Come to the party with me. This Friday.” Invitations always come in without a halt despite your declination to participate for the fourth time this month. A foreigner friend of yours, Chittaphon, alongside his fraternity are holding a semi-annual party at their household. Undeniably they have the best sound systems to paired with the hired professional spinners, fine spirits and chic artisanal cocktails, the overall ambience will be excellent, and you couldn’t miss out this one.

“You know I don’t go to-” Jaehyun lowered his head to avoid any possible form of eye contact.

“It’ll be fun! Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be with you the whole time.” You ducked to search his eyes and they soften at your glassy ones. For sure you knew he has a soft spot for your child-like behavior, something that your friends probably couldn’t witness for their lifetime. “Jaehyun….” Dragging the syllables of his name and that was his last straw.

“Okay.” He sighs, exhaling the breath he hasn’t realize he’d been holding. He knew you’ll always end up getting what you want, winning the nonexistent fights.

“Thank you,” your face lit up with impish glee, transmitting the positive energy to his features and he mirrors your reaction. You’re his happiness.

You have never been so excited about Fridays, the thought of meeting your friends again and a quality party sparks your nerves. More specifically, Jaehyun’s presence will be the cherry on top. 

Stepping foot into the mansion, the sight of bodies in carefully picked outfits, dim yellow lightings and music of dirty and invasive lyrics had a satisfied smile tugging up the corners of your mouth. It feels like home.

“Y/N! I thought you wouldn’t come,” your friend perks up when he spots you at the entrance. Immediately pulling you into a friendly hug and steals a peck on your cheeks.

“When did I ever turn you down,” the smile never left your face.

“You don’t say.” He rolls his eyes. Nonetheless, he’s more than happy for this reunion after you’ve gone missing from the crew for a whole month. “You look so beautiful tonight. I know you knew that.”

“Oh, and who’s this?” He turns to your partner, not missing the chance to throw you a sly grin.

“Jaehyun, this is Ten.” You introduce. “He’s the owner,” you added but your friend is quick to butt in. “Shush! It’s my pleasure to meet you,” he continues on with saying things like ‘her friends are my friends, my friends are your friends too’. You can’t help but fake a gag at the cheesy line, shooing him off otherwise the three of you are just going to stand at the foyer for the whole night.

Once your friend has gone out of sight, you make a beeline to the bar with Jaehyun trailing behind, him checking out the huge place and feeling the atmosphere at the same time. It was his first. 

You got yourself a shot of fine whiskey and tequila for him. “Try?” He hardly drinks but he’s willing to take a sip. Just for tonight.

You watch him from the rim of your glass and laugh silently as his eyes grow the size of saucers from the feeling of burn in his throat. Before he can push away the glass, you encourage him to down the shot and brought him to the other side of the room, where people are gathered around the long table for games of beer pong. You didn’t fail to impress him when you won, your opponent fueling the little celebration by offering you to swallow shots and shots of vodka and you comply. Usually you could take in a good amount of the alcohol, having high tolerance. Anyway, it took you by surprise that you’re a little tipsy by now—not even an hour since you arrived.

After going few rounds of drinking games with your friends and some unfamiliar faces, you’re pretty sure that you’re gonna get some painful headaches the next day.

Red light flashes across but you put that warning signal in the back of your mind. You’re already intoxicated, so another glass wouldn’t make much difference. You return to the bar and get your glass filled before dragging Jaehyun to the dance floor—it’s just a large open space featuring LED lighting systems and where the DJ booth is being set up. You’re once again amazed by the effort they put to organize this party. 

You move your body slightly to the loud bass music, bobbing your head to the beat as you enjoy the moment. “Loosen up!” You yell over the volume, and you take a step closer to drape your arms over his shoulders, hooking them in place. Acknowledging the distance, Jaehyun backs away only to have you pulling him even closer. You continue with your motions, mouthing to the lyrics of the song. When you locked eyes with him, you saw the faintest blush tinge his cheeks, to say you were curious was an understatement.

“You good?” You wondered. He hasn’t spoken much since the encounter with Ten, but you did introduce him to your friends that you happened to bump into, where he only answered their questions. You even caught some of the girls ogling at him shamelessly.

“You’re revealing too much skin,” he whispers, loud enough for you to hear. So that’s why, smirking at the thought. He’s been checking you out silently, not gonna lie about this, he did think you’re hot in the tube dress. The sweetheart neckline flaunts your sculpted collarbones and shoulders.

“Really?” You scoff in a joking manner and bring the glass to your lips, swallowing its content before setting it aside. Rising on your tiptoes, you push yourself to his ear, “Let’s go upstairs.”

The phrase immediately sent goosebumps to his skin, shivering a little when your fingers play with the short hairs at the back of his neck. ‘Going upstairs’ meant a lot especially for parties like this and he froze at the offer, his mind racing with the thoughts of the tricks you might pull on him. Certainly, he didn’t sign up for this when he agreed to your invitation in the first place.

You took his hand and make your way to an empty guestroom that’s almost at the end of the hallway, passing through people that are definitely getting drunk and wasted. It’s not like you’re eager to get to somewhere private just for the two of you and make out like some teenage couples, you would if you could. But that’s not the point anyway. You noticed that the longer you stay with the crowd, Jaehyun’s going to get more uncomfortable with the sweaty bodies and puffs of cigarette smoke that’s almost suffocating.

Closing the door behind, you both sit at the edge of the bed, relishing the silence in the room. “Ah.. So tired,” you arch your back and twist your neck before falling backwards onto the mattress, kicking off your heels afterwards. You never thought that parties are like a drainage of your energy, that is until you paused for a moment and felt a rush of fatigue in your muscles. 

“You can let go of my hand now,” you nudge, giggling when he pulls away reluctantly.

“You must have hated the party a lot, isn’t it? Sorry for forcing you all the way here.” Swinging your sore feet as you speak. The heels are really a pain in the ass.

“There’s always a first time.” His eyes fixated on the door, refusing to look at you when you rolled over to properly lay on the bed.

“So sleepy…” you mumbled. It was quiet for a short time before you speak again, “So, how many girls have you dated before?”

It took him by surprise. The question wasn’t fitting with the mood and he’s more than weirded out that you actually paid a tiny amount of interest in his love life. Please, you paid a lot. “Just one.”

Cool. And you thought he would’ve at least three, judging that he has the looks, personality, intelligence and everything a girl dreams of. He’s literally a boyfriend material. “Why did you break up though?” you push on. “That must be very heartbreaking. It was your first love.” 

“S-she dumped me…” You noticed the hesitation in his speech. Wow, this is some new information. Who knew someone had the nerves to do that, he’s a gem and you snickered, what a loss for her. As you’re still in your train of thoughts, Jaehyun has climbed himself to the other side of the bed, shoulders to shoulders.

“Y/N…” Hearing your name fell from his lips, you forgot everything you knew about gravity. “I have something to ask you…”

“Hm?”

“W-was it really your birthday last week?” Your body shook at his question, a tinkling musical child’s laugh, bubbling up out of your chest. He’s so cute.

“You’re still thinking about that?”

His fingers rubbing the fabric of the hem of his shirt nervously, gulping in embarrassment. “I-I mean…”

“Yeah. It was.” “Want to know what I wished for?” 

“You don’t have to-” 

There was never an intention to hide what you’re about to say anyway, and the alcohol in your system isn’t stopping you from making any decisions, even if they are stupid, even if it’s professing your love to your long-time crush.

“I was wishing for you and me might end up together,” you confess in a small panicky voice. Never had you ever felt so small and vulnerable in front of men.

It falls silent again, but it wasn’t as comfortable, there’s tension in the air and you felt nervous for what he’s going to say about it. Jaehyun ponders over your words again and again, looking for a hint of mischief in it however there’s none but sincerity. He turns to look at you and you had your eyes closed, fists clenched at your sides. 

The mattress dips at his movements and the shuffling sounds made you believe that he’s leaving, going far far away and hitting you with the reality that you just screwed everything up. Your head throbs at the thought and tears threaten to slip, before you knew it, you felt softness pressed onto your lips, breath fanning your cheeks as he lets out a sigh of relief. 

Your eyes shot wide open at the realization. Jaehyun supports himself on his elbows and his hands holding you still. He angles his head, slotting his lips perfectly onto yours and he kisses you endearingly. Delicate flesh molding against each other as you return the favor, rubbing sensually and the tingles channeling to your sensory neurons, carrying the impulses to your brain. Feeling lightheaded and at your peak from the pleasure he’s given.

Completely losing track of time, kissing like it’s the last and your fingers went from clutching onto his white tee to his soft brown locks, tugging the roots and he hums at the way you play with his hair. Soon you pull back, not before running your tongue over his lips. If it weren’t because of the lack of oxygen in your lungs, that he’s taken your breath away, you’d never want to withdraw from something so addictive. 

There’s no need for words to be exchanged. Only your dilated pupils staring back one another was enough to deliver the messages that were kept by yourselves for the past few months. 

Ragged breaths filled the room and Jaehyun grazes his lips back and forth teasingly. He wants more, more of you and it was a side of him you’ve never seen before. The greediness almost monstrous, so he dips his head to reconnect what was once detached. For the first time ever, you allow him to take the lead and submit to his doings. His fingers dance on your skin gracefully, trailing from your jawline, down to the column of your neck, travelling to your chest and gripping your thighs. It stays there for a moment before coming back to snake around the curve of your waist. In his arms, you slowly unfolded like a love note read in secret.

Of everything the God has created pairs. Heaven and earth. Night and day. Sun and moon. Shore and sea. Light and darkness. You for him.

part three