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angellesword · 4 years ago

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (14)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Note: The lyrics of the song your eyes tell by BTS used in this chapter is NOT translated by me. It is composed/covered by genuis english translation and Jess A. Please consider listening to their music here. They’re a great singer! A line from Agust D’s 140503 at Dawn is also used in this update.

Warnings: blood, physical violence

***This is a super short chapter. JJK is just reflecting hehe

SERIES: CHAPTER 13 | FINAL CHAPTER

The blood in Jeongguk's lower lip was mocking him—telling him that once again, he fucked up.

Or at least this was what Park Jimin thought.

"So that's it, huh?" Your best friend rarely resort to violence—wait. This was wrong. Violence was never an option for Jimin, but he was making an exception tonight.

"You're just going to give up on her?" The older boy grabbed the collar of your soulmate's shirt.

Jimin was so mad he swore he could beat Jeongguk to a pulp.

How could Jeongguk be this dumb?

Jimin heard your conversation with your soulmate just a few breaths ago. He didn't plan to eavesdrop, it just happened.

Yoongi was the first one to know what happened to you. He was adamant to let you leave a while ago. He just had this weird feeling in his stomach that told him to check up on you.

His nightmare became a reality when he saw Jimin and Taehyung making out on the couch. You weren't with them and it only meant one thing: you left alone.

Yoongi was so mad at himself. He should have called you an uber or he should have driven you to wherever the hell you wanted to go.

This was partly his fault that's why he couldn't help but shudder in fear and regret when one of his staffs told him about what happened to you.

Police officers said you were under the influence of alcohol. Yoongi already knew this, but Taehyung and Jimin were still shocked.

They had no idea you left.

It actually took the three of them a long time to know what had happened to you. By the time they reached the hospital, they were already too late.

Jeongguk managed to make you cry over and over again.

What an asshole.

What kind of soulmate was Jeongguk? Were you really meant to be together? These questions were running inside your best friend's head. It had been answered when Jeongguk suddenly pushed Jimin away.

He wiped the blood in his bottom lip, smirking at his hyung.

"Who said I'm giving up on her?"

Jimin's jaw dropped. Jeongguk’s voice is full of confidence and determination.

"Y-You’re not?"

"No." Your soulmate said firmly. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Not when he was sure about what he felt for you, not when you needed him the most, and definitely not when you were giving up on him.

No. He should fight when you couldn't.

"Good," your best friend released a breath. He hated your soulmate for hurting you, but Jimin also knew that you loved Jeongguk—even if you told him otherwise.

This was the sad thing about the existence of soulmate that Jimin despised. The encouraging reminders like 'You should learn to love yourself,' and 'you don't need your soulmate to be happy,' would not apply.

It helped, yes. But your world was different. It would always feel like a part of you was missing when your soulmate didn’t love you back.

Humans were made to love and to feel loved. This reminded Jimin of the neon signage that's plastered on Genius Lab: I'm the island in this vast ocean, don't abandon me. This was Min Yoongi's idea. The bar owner always told him and everyone (really) that people were like island—they were able to provide—to extend their hands in this cold world.

They should never be abandoned because like any other things, they needed to be taken care of too.

"But what are you planning to do?" Jimin creased his forehead.

Jeongguk didn't even bat an eyelash when you told him to let you go. This was what annoyed Jimin. How could your soulmate be so silent about this? Why did he simply leave when you told him to go?

In Jeongguk's defense, he just didn't want to upset you any longer. He was aware that his presence was stressing you out. You should rest, especially because there's possibility that you might need to undergo an eye surgery.

Jeongguk's heart clenched once again. You were blind and you thought it was because he hated you.

It’s not true and he would change your mind.

"Seriously, Guk?" Taehyung shook his head, scowling. "This is your and my fiancé’s idea?"

"Don't get mad at Jimin-hyung. It's my idea." Jeongguk corrected his best friend. "Your soulmate is just helping me."

It had been days since the accident and you were aware that Jeongguk had been by your side all this time, not really by your side, per se, but he was around. He was patiently waiting outside of your room in this hospital, begging Jimin and your other loved ones to tell him what he could to help.

Today was the only time he left the hospital, as in the same day of your eye surgery.

Jeongguk swore he's not running away this time though. He was actually going to let you know that he would be staying with you. Forever.

"I can't let you do this, Jeon. I'm gonna lose my job if you fuck this one up!" Taehyung groaned.

"Hyung, please. This is really important!" Jeongguk was nervous. He was running out of time. Your surgery was in a few minutes and here he was, invading the studio where Taehyung worked as a DJ.

"This is going to be aired on national radio, Guk. As in the whole South Korea!"

"I know!" Jeongguk's eyes were blown wide. "This is exactly why I want to do this, hyung. I want everyone to know how I feel!"

If you couldn’t see, then maybe you could understand Jeongguk’s feelings by listening. He was willing to explore other senses just to make you believe.

"Fucking sappy!" In the end, Taehyung had no choice but to let his best friend proclaim his love for you.

Jeongguk smiled as he tapped the microphone, softly calling your name.

"It's Jeongguk. I know you don't want to hear from me, but I have something to say." Jeongguk grimaced. He seriously sucked when it came to expressing his emotions through words. "This will be quick, I promise. I just hope Jiminie-hyung is actually helping me out."

"Of course he is!" Taehyung shouted somewhere. Jimin wouldn't dare to ruin this for you. His task was simple anyway. He only needed to make sure that you were listening to the radio a few moments before your eye surgery.

You were nervous. Jimin wanted to help you calm down by making sure that you knew Jeongguk was not going to leave you alone in the cold.

"Anyway I know that I...well...I," your soulmate blushed. How should he describe himself? Was there a word that could emphasize his stupidity?

"I am an idiot." Jeongguk bit the inside of his cheek. This was the only adjective he could think of. "I am the idiot who hurt you and I know, I know...I don’t deserve your forgiveness because of how selfish I was—I mean, am. I still am."

He chuckled nervously. His heart was hammering.

"Call me selfish or whatever you want. I'm sure I deserve it anyway, but yeah...I'll be selfish again if this is the only way to let you know what I really feel about you."

Jeongguk cleared his throat as the beat of the music started to play.

"Why are my eyes filled with tears?” He sang.

This was a song composed by him. Of course he couldn't do this alone. Namjoon was the one who produced the beat of this song. He also helped his brother-in-law to write the lines. Ji-eun's father was a lyrical genius.

"Hey, stay by my side and laugh.” Jeongguk knew he was asking for too much. It was impossible to simply smile and stay with him—not after the hell he had put you through.

"A future without you is a world without color, filled with monochrome coldness." But this was the exact representation of what would happen if you weren't in his life.

Life would literally be black and white. Dull. Jeongguk knew how essential colors were in his life, yet if he was forced to choose between the hues and you, he would choose you in a heartbeat.

"Even the darkness we see is so beautiful. Please believe me."

Darkness was the absence of light. You were Jeongguk’s light. His life would be dark if you were not around.

He also knew you were going through the darkest time of your life, so he wanted this moment to still be beautiful.

He wanted you to believe that every hardship would pay off. You just had to believe.

"Looking only directly at you, so you don't go away"

Jeongguk wrote this line many months ago. It wasn't even meant to be lyrics to a song. These were simply the words he incorporated in his art.

Jeongguk was a soft person. He usually put cheesy captions in his paintings and drawings—the things he usually couldn’t verbalize.

"Whatever lies in the way of you and me. I'll just keep looking at the future of you and I."

It didn't matter that you lost hope. Jeongguk was sure he would make you believe in love again.

"Shadows of the past keep chasing me everywhere I go, and they try to keep ahold of me and till this day they follow me."

He would try to let go of his hurtful past. Those things didn't matter because he could always make good memories with you.

"Even though it seems to be the start of the end I'll call you and shout out your name."

He would be the hope in your relationship. This might be the end for you; however, Jeongguk was just starting.

Starting to accept the soulmate bond.

"I'll become your eyes to the world and for whatever we may face."

Starting to show you how much you meant to him.

He was willing to become your eyes if you didn't recover from this instantly. He would guide you until you could see again.

"One day all of this, this sadness that we share will bring us together."

The sadness would be over soon. You would see again;

Because Jeon Jeongguk was sure. He loved you and...

"Your eyes will tell."

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todoscript · 4 years ago

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𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬

@grow-a-smile-for-a-while requested: i request 7 fluff + 10 angst please? With either Bakugou or Shinsou. (With 10 angst being them worried about the readers mental health) Thank you so much love ur writing!!1! 💗💗

anonymous requested: 7 fluff soulmate au for shinsou please!! Love your work 💛

prompt for milestone event: “I think you might be my soulmate.” + “I’m worried about you.” genre: soulmate au. angst with a bit of fluff. pairing: shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader word count: 3.1k+ warnings: implications of mental health issues.

author’s note: I combined the two requests since they both share the same prompt! This is actually my first time writing a soulmate au so I hope it’s alright. Special thank you to my lovely beta readers @tamasoft & @etegomanere!

Throughout his entire life, Shinsou has only ever known the colors white, black, and gray.

They’re colors that prevent him from fully embracing the world as he walks through life each day peering through muddy lenses. Some say beyond the glass that obscures them all lies a realm painted in beautiful hues, teeming with an euphoria of colors outside the monochrome of perpetual black and white.

If such a paradise exists, Shinsou has yet to see or meet anyone that has ever set foot in that world. In fact, he honestly doubts such a thing is real, and has long adapted into his endless days stuck between the grays filtering through his vision.

However, today, he experiences something entirely new.

Today, he sees the color red.

It starts early in the morning, from the very moment he lifts himself up from his bed at the white sunlight trickling into his dorm room. There, with unlidded eyes, he glimpses into a vibrant, spontaneous pigment that lines itself on the outside.

Shinsou blinks twice, squinting, unsure if the grisly stain invading his vision is really there. But after consecutively rubbing his eyes in an attempt to brush it away, he groans when the angry color has yet to leave. The crimson that surrounds him is very much real.

With an average person, they’d be ecstatic, absolutely joyful at the change happening before—no, within their very eyes. What they’re seeing now is only a step forward toward that rumored world of infinite hues—a whole artist’s palette of colors waiting for them. Sadly, that isn’t the case for Shinsou as he realizes he’ll have to go about his day lugging such… severity surrounding him.

The extremity of the hue that covers the corner of his sight reminds him of fires setting ablaze in the thick of a forest. It hurts to look at, hurts to stride through his day with such an intense color following his every move like it’s tormenting him. If this is what the other colors are like, he’d rather keep to his monochromatic existence, please. Just even looking up and darting his head around is enough to give him a headache.

“Whoa, my man Shinsou, you okay?” Shinsou’s classmate, Kaminari, asks him while the upbeat boy takes his seat to his right, noticing the grim expression on his classmate’s face that likely isn’t due to any lack of sleep this time, considering its austerity.

“Yeah… I’m fine,” Shinsou assures, managing to suppress the extra strain leaking out when he turns his head. With the red intensifying at his movements, he wills himself just to look straight ahead for now. That’s all he needs to get through the school day anyway—directing his eyes to the front of the classroom where their homeroom teacher, Aizawa, enters to give them the news for the day. And yet, he can’t help but allow himself drift to your empty desk lying to his left, located one seat down the column from his.

He grumbles. That makes it three days now—three days since you last attended class.

Shinsou knows you haven’t been going to class because you “weren’t feeling well”—the answer you gave him when he approached you last night as you were walking down the hallway to your room.

He knew something was wrong. Your demeanor in that moment felt off, it was strange and unlike you.

You were rubbing your hands up and down your skin, acting like just being in his presence was nerve-wracking, and you never once met his eyes during the conversation. No matter how often he craned his head to see you, you made a point to turn away each time. And much to Shinsou’s concern, he also caught onto the heavy bags afflicted beneath your eyes. You looked like you haven’t had much of an ounce of sleep, despite taking time off from classes to recover. It only seemed that you were only getting worse at that point, and he grew worried every second in front of you.

But before Shinsou could pry further, you hastily ended the exchange with a sputtered good night and retreated back to your dorm room, slamming the door shut as if to reinforce a barrier that would keep him away. The next thing he knew, he headed to sleep, and woke up seeing the color red.

Staring at the vacant desk instills something in him that makes the red glow brighter, consuming more of his grayscale almost angrily. He winces as the throb courses through his head with growing intensity.

“Shinsou, you alright?”

Aizawa directs his concern toward him in the middle of his lecture when he notices Shinsou shrink in his seat at the pain. From the very moment he turns to answer his teacher, the pulses bleeding into his head subside, and the fiery hues return to a tamer tinge.

He answers Aizawa with a small nod, though it isn’t enough to dispel the teacher’s doubt right away. Aizawa, in turn, raises a brow, discreetly gauging his student’s condition. Luckily for Shinsou, it isn’t long until he brushes it off and resumes the lecture, gathering the students’ attention again, aside from the boy on Shinsou’s right.

Kaminari flattens his hand next to his mouth, words coming out in a whisper only audible enough for his friend to hear, “Dude, I don’t think you’re okay… You looked like you were going through some severe migraine when I got into the classroom.”

“I told you, it’s nothing, okay?” Shinsou replies, not diverting his eyes from the front of the room and putting Kaminari’s concern to rest for now as he shrugs in return.

However, his words aren’t enough to impede his headaches from coming back during the day. They grow more potent than ever as the crimson ignites across his vision.

What the hell is going on? Shinsou questions at this point when Midnight, their instructor for today’s hero course, advises him to head to the nurse’s office after he stumbles across the training field one too many times to be healthy for him. Begrudgingly following her order, he lugs himself to Recovery Girl’s office, who advises him to have a seat before she assesses his condition.

“So, you’ve been having headaches, have you?” the old woman asks, voice coming out like sandpaper while she scans across a page on her clipboard. “Tell me, when did they start?”

Shinsou rubs the back of his neck. “Just this morning, when I woke up,” he answers, “and they’ve only been getting worse.” He leans forward on his elbows settled atop his thighs, grumbling under his breath over the mess of his day so far. The red surrounding him swells relentlessly in waves. He narrows his brows tightly at the vermillion adjoining his hands, delving into the crevices of his palms as they pulse like a heartbeat.

Recovery Girl hums between those thin, balmy lips of hers, gloved finger beneath her chin before she decides to hop off her seat and head toward the cabinets.

“Well, this isn’t a wound or physical injury of some sort, so I can’t use my quirk to heal you. However, I can prescribe you a drug used to relieve migraines if that’s fine.”

He nods and Recovery Girl rummages through the shelves and pulls out a transparent container. With her small steps slowly approaching toward him, Shinsou gets up to meet her in the middle, hand held out to retrieve the medicine.

“I also suggest you head back to your dorm for now and rest up. You’re in no condition to train at the moment.”

“Right, thanks,” Shinsou says, burying the container in the pocket of his pants. He gets up from his seat, steps proceeding to the exit of her office. When he makes it to the doorway, a thought finds its way at the forefront of his mind, and he pauses for a minuscule moment.

“Recovery Girl,” he decides to call out, head tilted in the small woman’s direction.

“Yes?”

“Has Y/n been seeing you recently? About her… unwellness?” He words carefully, unsure of how to put your condition to light when he was still kept in the dark from you.

Recovery Girl shows her confusion between the small, wrinkled features on her face. She shakes her head. “No, I haven’t heard or seen much of her recently. Why? Is something wrong?”

Shinsou’s lips purse together, an uneasy feeling creeping on him that the stain on his vision reacts to instantly. He feigns a stoic expression over the backlash not to worry the lady, his right hand clutching over the shape formed on his pocket from the container underneath.

“It’s fine. I’ll check on her when I get back to the dorms,” he tells her, and the old lady simply blinks, her aged, dull senses unaware.

“Very well. Make sure to get your rest and take your painkillers, alright?”

“Yeah, I know.”

With that, Shinsou makes his leave. Unusual to him, however, his steps begin to pick up for some reason at every stride down the hallways of the building. He’s not sure where this urgency is coming from, but he can’t find it within himself to stop moving, and in fact, quickens his pace until he’s making his way back to the Heights Alliance dormitories.

The gray in his eyes is now gone. Red is what consumes his sight, vividly turning every shade around him into crimson. Whatever crosses his path bleeds and quivers in jagged red edges, from wooden floorboards to the sunlight filtering through the windows. He’s not sure what this could mean, but the one thing Shinsou is certain about is that something is wrong. And he needs to go to you.

True to his word, the first thing he does is jab the button on the elevator to the building’s highest floor, walking out after his ascent with eyes aimed at your dorm room. What comes next is three firm knocks against the wood of your door, making a point to let his presence be known on the off chance you can’t hear him.

“Y/n?” he voices, your name echoing in the empty expanse of the hallway on his side, “It’s me, Shinsou. Please open up. I just want to check on you.”

There’s approximately three seconds of pause before Shinsou leans into the door, ear pressing against it to catch any sign of movements on the other side. He hears a rustle or two until it’s replaced by the padding of feet on the floor. Standing back, he prepares for the door to open as the golden doorknob rattles into a turn.

“Shinsou,” you greet quietly with the entrance’s slow swing, where he sees you peer at him from a crack between the door. Your tired eyes find him, and he immediately notes the bagginess still persisting underneath. They give his own dark eye bags a run for their money.

Though his edginess remains, the red dissipates back into grays, blacks, and whites. His head is now absent of those headaches that plagued him as he gazes through those muddy, monochromatic lenses again.

“What are you doing here? Isn’t class going on right now?”

“It is, but I was sent back,” Shinsou tells you, eyes never leaving yours as he observes you attentively. “wasn’t feeling well.”

You cross your arms on your chest, looking down while you squeeze a bit of your skin to busy your hands. There’s a significant silence between you two that Shinsou wishes didn’t drag on for so long. Before he can come up with anything to resolve the tension, you’re already a step ahead, beating him in breaking the silence.

“Well… if that’s all then I’m going to head back to my room,” you say. Your hand clutches the doorknob to pull it back in, but Shinsou’s quick to act.

“No, wait—!”

He braces his foot between the gap just in time to stop the door’s movement, the hinges creaking due to the sudden halt. Staring at him, you’re dazed by his actions as he pries the crack open further.

“Y/n, I know there’s something wrong,” he states, hoping his usual keen intuition is enough for you not question this. He doubts you’d believe him if he ever told you the very color red led him to this moment.

You deny his claims, fingers firm on the knob. “I told you yesterday that it was nothing.”

“No. You’re not alright, Y/n.” His calloused hands cup your face, tilting up to guide you to his eyes—eyes that appear just as gray to you as they are to him. You stare into them, unable to reply at how unyielding he is toward your condition.

Despite the homologous grayscale of colors, Shinsou can see it all. He sees the stress carried in your eyes, down to the tension in your face that tires from feigning smiles every day. He knows you’re hurting just keeping up the withering cracks of your fortitude. Yet you can’t stop yourself from picking up your porcelain again, trying to mend them with the cruddy glue that is your mentality. If you continue this, you’d surely fall apart into too many pieces to put back together.

“Please, talk to me. I’m worried about you.”

You have no idea how much those words have an effect on you. Not until you’re suddenly weeping in front of him, tears spilling down your eyes as your throat begins to sunder into sobs. All he can do is offer you the solace of his warm embrace as he tugs your arm so your form is drawn into his body. He feels the tears prickle into his shirt, wetness seeping into his skin, but he doesn’t care. Shinsou holds you in his arms and pats against your hair gently, treating you like you are delicate earthenware bound to break as you tremble.

“I-I’m just s-so tired, and stressed, and I-I don’t know w-what to do s-s-sometimes,” you sob between words, voice muffled into his chest. Shinsou hushes you softly, unwavering in warmth.

“It’s okay. I know. You can let it all out, I’m here for you,” he assures firmly. The two of you stay there in that position for some time, your cries isolated in the empty expanse of the hallway with the dormitory vacant except for yourselves. When they begin to die down, Shinsou perceives his vision changing again.

This time, what greets him is a muted blue. The shade is not far off from the steely grays he’s accustomed to, but distinguishable enough for him to notice the change. It’s a sad color that reminds him of tears and lonely clouds.

Shinsou glimpses down at you, your body finally still against him, yet he can tell your aches are far from healed.

You sniffle, backing away when you realize you’re still nuzzled into his chest, now stained with damp patches on his white button-up. He gives you your space, smoothing the strands of your hair one last time before he parts. Though he makes an effort to hold your hand as your other rubs the hot wetness away from your puffy eyes.

“You… alright?” he asks, lightly squeezing your fingertips. You don’t give him much, just a slow, descending nod that is enough for him to continue gingerly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your initial hesitance almost makes him retract his question, afraid that he may have poked further than was comfortable, but you mitigate that thought with another nod, allowing him inside your dorm room.

When your door clicks to a close, you lean against it and watch as the taller boy stands aimlessly in the middle of the room.

“Shinsou?” you call, and he perks up.

“Yeah?”

“How did you know... what was going on?” you ask, voice drawing out across your room quietly.

For once, Shinsou doesn’t have an answer. He stands there, silent, unable to approach your question with a clear response. But there’s a lingering voice in his head telling him that he knows what led him to you deep down.

The colors.

He realizes the red enveloping his vision this entire time was connected to you. From waking up, glimpsing at your desk, to mentioning any thought of you, the color only ever intensified. And it calmed down at the very moment you opened your door, turning blue from your sadness washing in waves before him.

Shinsou draws in a breath of air. He’s not sure how to relay this notion in any other way than the words that cross his mind.

I think you might be my soulmate.

His heart suddenly flutters at the mere inkling of the words spoken in his head. It sounds almost far-fetched, reminding him of romantic fairy tales narrated in storybooks. Still, he can’t conjure any other resolution than this—can’t find any explanation for these connections of colors that bind your consciousness to him.

A small, inner part in him desires to blurt this out to you, let it be known of the fate stringing your pinkies together through the pigments painted on his canvas. But staring back into your swollen, tired eyes, he knows he can’t do that right now. What you need is for him to be by your side and help you recollect your thoughts. Learning about the possibility that you’re his soulmate is likely the last thing you want to hear in your condition.

He shakes his head, brows knitting together. “I’m not entirely sure about it myself,” he starts warily, coming closer to reach out for your hand again, “but all I know is that whatever happened led me here to you. Told me when you were at your weakest.” Shinsou twines your fingers together, lightly pulling you away from the door and toward the middle of the room. “And that was enough for me to come.”

When the comforting words depart his mouth, he swears that in an infinitesimal moment, those grays of his canvas spatter with droplets of color as he gazes down at you with only compassion in his eyes. That his black and white world transforms into that rumored paradise of beautiful hues for just a second until in the next blink, they’re gone.

He doesn’t know what to make of it, but it’s sufficient for him that whenever he glimmers into your eyes, colors are lying in wake underneath the monochrome. So he clutches your hand in his, allowing you to spill your thoughts out to relieve them off your shoulders as he hopes that one day, you and him can walk in tandem together into the color.

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sanghyukstattoos · 4 years ago

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Explicitly reversed

Characters: Kim Seokwoo I Rowoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Words: 1955

Summary: Seokwoo was the sweetest and most wholesome so you didn't question him twice when he took you to an empty conference room after a long day to fuck you.

A/N: Once I started typing, I didn't stop and its safe to say that this is pretty hot 🔥

Whenever I write, I insert the gifs first that I think would suit the idea I have in mind for the fic and then use them as inspiration to write the scenarios. Imagine Seokwoo kissing you based on how he looks in the first gif (😋😁)

Drops of sweat beaded down his temples and from the distance, you could tell how much effort he'd put into their stages. Dressed in a monochrome light blue jumper with straps that tied around his torso and matching dark blue trousers, he walked through the hallways after the performance ended.

Having left a little earlier to reach the changing rooms before the boys, he walked towards you and your assistant who extended her arms to pat the sweat from his face dry. You on the other hand got ready to remove the makeup from his face.

Looking for the essentials, you heard a giggle but your eyes didn’t shift to the source of the sound. You already knew what this was and at first it phased you but later on, you started to find it funny.

Your assistant was new and almost subtly, she’d drop hints about how attractive she found Rowoon. Your point was that Seokwoo was so used to being treated like this that he just considered it normal.

Turning to him, you started on the process, eyes widening internally when you heard her murmur a little, ‘’Pretty’’. It was way more common than you thought for makeup stylists to compliment someone’s skin, just like how a director did the same when they managed to achieve a good shot through the artist’s acting.

‘‘He is pretty isn’t he?’‘ you asked with a bright smile adorning your face as you looked at him. He reflected your smile, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards. His eyes met yours in the mirror as he beamed and you were barely able to suppress the grin from your face.

They were right when they said that there wasn’t a lot of time because it didn’t leave a lot of explicit moments between you and Seokwoo. The matter of whether you’d do anything that would jeopardise both your careers was quite a complicated matter. On one hand, you both struggled quite a lot to get to where you were but if it came to the edge, you’d hold his hand and stand by his side.

He drummed his fingers on his thigh, sitting patiently for you to finish. As the makeup came off, you were literally staring at a masterpiece but coincidentally, you didn’t find a lot of chances to tell him this.

It took long for the room to clear and by that time, you had finished and were ready to go. An opportunity presented itself in the form of your assistant leaving and no one was around you. Your heart rate sped up as soon as you noticed this, Seokwoo poking your thigh and then quickly retracting his hand to tell you Hello? We’re alone.

‘‘What?’‘ you whispered, eyes shining as you looked around one more time. ‘‘I have something to tell you when we get home’‘ he whispered back, straightening his back when Inseong walked up to the two of you.

Nodding towards you, you gave him a smile, collecting your stuff and signalling that you’d be leaving. Seokwoo noticed this, his eyes following your steps before turning to Inseong and bothering him back. If you weren’t so anxious then you would have missed his line of sight that fluttered to your ass for a split second.

Is that what he wants?, you thought to yourself as everyone cleared out of the room a little while later to the cars. You got into separate vans, taking out your phone when you heard a buzz reading, ''They're calling me to the main building, I'll see you there''. Texting him a quick response, you pocketed the phone as your co-worker began to speak about something nonchalantly.

Getting off at the main entrance, you walked in with Jaeyoon, Rowoon, Taeyang, Chani and your colleagues following closely. You were all engaged in conversation as Chani spoke to you about the stage and even managed to show you some moves while you were in the elevator.

While the rest walked to separate conference rooms, Ro pulled you to the side and into another hallway holding only two other empty conference rooms. Sneaking a quick glance at the empty hallway, your eyes widened when you felt him tug you towards him, his lips instantly connecting with yours.

You had to admit it, you were scared but the warmth of his mouth eased you and any signs of nervousness eased away. You let him hold you as he continued to press beautifully small kisses on your lips, smiling at your eyes closed that anticipated another kiss.

Opening your eyes, you found him smiling and before thinking, he kissed you once again. This time, he was even softer than the previous display of softness, pleasurable hum into your mouth as your tongues met. There was no fierceness because you held his cheeks in between the palms of your hands. You wanted to pull him closer and he was hugging you in the desire to love you.

Leaning apart, he nestled in the crook of your neck, eyes closing to encompass the radiating sunshine from the open windows opposite you. There were mainly rooftops so the lack of people surrounding you was none and you found comfort in that.

"I have to go and you do too" you whispered into his ear, loosening his arms around you and he heard your words. His eyes shone in depths of some murky liquid, nodding in agreement. "I'll see you later though" he said, still holding your hand.

"You go first and then I'll come out after a couple of minutes, yea?" you questioned, looking at him. Your plan brought a smile to his face, suddenly feeling giddy at the thought of sneaking around.

Planting a kiss on your cheek, he moved to leave but not before patting your ass. Flushing at his interestingly- timed gesture, you leaned against the wall and took in a deep breath, hearing the sound of a door close in the background.

"Fuck" you muttered to yourself, recalling the taste of his lips on yours and the thought that it would escalate into something more, right in this building. Waiting for two minutes (because you couldn't wait any longer), you sincerely hoped that your manager wasn't there before you and what a coincidence, she happened to be walking down the hallway at that very moment.

Speed walking, you took a seat at the table with your manager closely following you. Your co-worker mouthed, "All good?" to which you replied, "Yea" and nodding, maybe a little too excited as she looked at you suspiciously but you couldn't tell, instead focusing your attention on your manager speaking.

After a very boring, almost half an hour meeting and brainstorming ideas, you were done for the day. Knocking on the glass so that he wouldn't scare the crap out of you, you turned as he entered the room. He smiled at you and you immediately returned it, asking, "What'd you want to speak to me about?".

"Ah, about that" he said chuckling nervously, "It may be easier to show you". "Uh-huh, you sound very secretive right now, you know that?" laughing as you spoke and he laughed too, realising how he sounded. Hand-in hand, he tugged you along to the empty conference room that you were outside of earlier.

You were confused and that was justified as he locked the door behind you, sat on a chair and pulled you onto his lap. Giggling, you stopped him asking, "What are we doing?". "I've been wanting to do this with you all day" he replied, sliding his hand up your thigh and meeting your panties.

His fingers danced around your core that made you stare at him, the arousal growing as you felt his fingers so close. Pushing your panties aside, he was met with your warm entrance that was already starting to drip with wetness. In a swoop, he penetrated your entrance with a single digit making you gasp and hold onto his shoulders.

Pumping in and out, you moaned but bit your lip in order to try and keep silent so no one else could hear your moans. When you were wet enough, he pulled out and placed you directly over his jeans, holding onto your waist to guide your hips against the tough material.

"I don't know why you like this but if it's gets you so fucked out-" he spoke as his cock grew hard in his jeans at the sight of your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, trying to comprehend how the coarseness of his jeans send up waves of arousal to your core.

Unzipping his jeans, he pulled out his cock and pumped himself a few times, precum already leaking from the tip as thought of fucking you senseless invaded his mind. Lifting you off his jeans, he saw the wet stain you had left and looking at it too, you were embarrassed, pink rising to your cheeks.

"Come here baby" he said, positioning his cock at your entrance. Your wetness had made it possible for his cock to slip into your pussy, the head pushing finding its way to your cervix. You cried out before you could stop yourself, debating whether to let it go or keep quiet. Not sure of how many employees were in the building, he didn't give you a lot of time to think about anything else as he let out a heavy breath, snapping his hips upwards.

Whining for his touch, you spread your legs further till you were completely riding him, your hips automatically moving in circles. He slipped a finger under panties, harshly rubbing your clit in circles. Holding onto his shoulder to keep yourself steady, he tightened his grip on your waist as leverage to pound into you.

The two of you were breathing heavily and moans escaped your mouth at the pleasure you received from his cock and him from the feeling of filling you up. Removing your shirt about halfway, he kneaded your clothed breast as you rode his cock like the good girl you were.

Dragging a strap down from your shoulder enough for a nipple to pop out, he latched on, swirling his tongue and swelling the nub. The heated sensations that you felt around your breast as the other one was forced out of his confines by his needy hands, you continued feeling his cock enter your hole again and again.

Hand on your back, he thrusted into you as he neared his high while you were close, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. Hand on your back, the other bought your neck to his mouth, pressing kisses to the skin, his breath fanning your skin. His hips stilled as he came, a flow of relief flooding through his system as he waited for a couple more seconds to finish inside of you.

Just the feeling of warmth inside you and his cum painting your walls was enough for you to cum around his cock. Breathing heavily, you sank into his arms, his cock in your pussy keeping his cum in you. Standing up, he placed you on the table and slipped out of you, the cum layering your inner thighs as it began to slip out of your cunt.

Straightening your clothes, he grasped your hands in his, pulling you off the table. A little wobbly, he held you up as you walked to the door. "Fuck me like that, once again" you said once you two were in the elevator. Right before you got out, you heard him say, "Count on that and my cum stuffed inside of you? All you have to do is keep it that way till we get home"

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enthusiastic-nimrod · 4 years ago

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Hey I'm Fred's fourth daddy anon! I sent that to you, and what felt like five minutes later you came in with that gorgeous sketch. Do you have any art tips or videos that have taught you cause I've been stuck draw trying to draw anything not resembling a lump for two years. Also yeah it was whirlwind episode, f*ck Rose, and Fred should have turned that loon in.

Hey FD Anon, thanks so much! I don’t draw a lot of “horror” art so I’m really happy with it’s progress so far!

While I do agree with you that Rose is The Worst, I think she added in an interesting dynamic and I’d be happy if she became a recurring character in the Scooby mythos at large. As for Fred not turning his dad in... I agree, but I also understand why he didn’t.

The episode went out of it’s way to show off how frightening and weird he is but Fred made it very clear that when he wasn’t wearing the mask he was a good parent, and that all of his crimes were shown as nonviolent. He didn’t seem to steal anything (unless I missed that line?) he just liked messing with people by confusing them.

As for art tips, I... honestly never expected anybody to ask for advice from me? That’s super flattering wow.

Okay, so I’m still pretty much a novice, but lemme give you some of my best tips and tricks:

1) Notice how my last sketch had a grey background? This wasn’t just for that sketch, this is how I use ALL of my digital canvases. I do this because the grey causes less strain to my eyes, and allows me to work longer and more easily. Being so close to a screen, especially a blue or white one, can make it harder to work for long periods of time.

2) If you want to do digital art, you need to learn “traditional art” (pencil and paper) first. It makes transitioning to digital more easy and it’s pretty much what any art teacher would recommend, for good reason.

3) Using one method of art not only limits you, but stops you from learning other techniques which can be incorporated into what you typically prefer. Not only that, but you can also discover a medium you really love that you never would have thought of before!

4) Whenever you get the chance, work in black and white or monochrome. This is a great way to help yourself learn about values and intensity, and just looks cool in general.

5) Piggybacking on that last point, if you’re ever worried about your shading, values, etc becoming muddled either A] take a picture and use a filter to make it black and white, or B] create another, pure white layer on top of the others and change it from “Normal” to “Hue”. Doing this can really help change your approach to coloring (black and white effect may be different for every art program).

6) If you want to get better at realistic faces, I was taught using the grid system. You have squares on your reference picture, squares on your paper, and then match up the body parts to the squares. I personally didn’t like this method, but it’s a really solid style of learning.

7) Start with the torso instead of the head. what you start with the head, the body may end up becoming wonky and having the neck stretched out at an odd angle or having a too small cranium. This is easier to fix in digital art but I suggest just remembering the importance of that rib cage (this is something I’m still training myself out of).

8) Asking for feedback can be an invaluable tool. For example, last year I had this really weird thing where I drew my eyes way too close together- I never noticed until I had it pointed out to me, and it took MONTHS to break this habit.

9) References are very useful, and one fun technique I’ve found great use in is to draw a pose, first with no reference, and then following that reference very strictly. This can be helpful when you want to see where you are developmentally.

10) Every now and then while drawing, you want to put the pencil down, prop up your paper, and walk away so that you can see the full image from a distance. If you’re working digitally, you zoom out a great deal so that the image appears smaller. This is a GREAT tool for seeing which sections of the piece need the most attention and how those smaller details hold up.

11) If you have the opportunity, you REALLY want to participate in an actual art class. Having a teacher that can see what you’re doing in real time and knows where you’re at skill-wise is an INVALUABLE thing to have- these people were specifically taught how to teach you these skills, recognize your problems and how to fix them. Don’t be afraid to talk to them and ask for advice about non-classwork art, either! You can’t receive help if you don’t ask for it.

12) Flip your canvas! I know you’ve probably heard this before, but this is one of the best ways to check for anatomy inconsistencies.

13) When it comes to youtube artists, I don’t really actively follow any, but I do know of some!

Mark Crilley: While I don’t watch his videos much now, I used to follow his videos RELIGIOUSLY. He’s got some really solid advice on how to map out comics and mangas, and he taught me the importance of silent scenes and keeping your work from getting too wordy. He mostly does the soft anime look, but he also does some pretty stellar realism.

mikeymegamega: I’m not going to lie to you, anon- this man likes his cheesecake. This guy is all about the cute anime girls, so if you’re not looking for that, skip him, but I really can’t recommend his videos on hands, feet, and faces enough.

Proko: Has a video about best drawing exorcises and is the guy you turn to when you want to know about figure drawing. He tends to focus on the more realistic anatomy, and while his videos may be long he’s got some good advice. I’d say to check out his studying anatomy correctly video, and then just kinda scroll through his pages.

Ethan Becker: THE KNIFE MAN. The first time I clicked on him I thought he was making a troll video- but then he Got Into It and my dudes, my guys, he has some CRAZY good advice. The way he words things and shows you examples in his videos are amazing and I really can’t recommend him enough. He did a video called “Fixing PROKO's LAZY Drawings“ and while you’d think it would be a bash fest his advice on shading in it is just so incredibly useful. Click on pretty much any of his videos and you’ll be entertained and learning.

I'd also suggest watching speedpaints. Even if it was unintentional, I’ve learned several really solid art hacks from speedpaint and storytime videos- so always be aware that you have an option for that.

…. Oh! And also, practice! I know you’ve probably been given this advice from everyone already, but it’s worth remembering.

Sorry if this got a bit long, I just figured I’d try to give you some good hacks- and even if you have already heard of most of these, I hope I could at the very least entertain!

#ask #response #anon #art advice #art tips #scooby doo #fred jones #professor huh #bcsd

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joy1579 · 5 years ago

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a starry night (jumin x artist MC)

a teeny tiny ficlet I wrote this afternoon because i didn't feel well and spent all day in bed which meant i didn't have time to do the head canons i wanted. but i said i wanted to upload something everyday so i was determined to do something. now i need advil. hope you all enjoy!!

MC doesn't feel at home in the penthouse so she decides to add a personal touch in the form of a mural on the living room wall. Jumin appreciate her effort.

this is 1250 words of fluff. its straight sugary sweet fluff and romance, like it implies something once but that’s it.

The penthouse still didn’t feel like home after the wedding. You stood in the living room hand on your hips as you surveyed the pristine white walls.

“even the art is monochrome” You sigh. You swore you would go insane if you didn’t add some kind of color to the room. “Elizabeth? What do you think? Doesn’t it need some color, and maybe some shelves for you to climb?” you ask as the Persian cat sat to your left surveying your soon to be canvas. Stooping to scoop the blue eyed beauty from the floor you smiled. “let’s surprise daddy shall we? I’ll ask if we can paint and decorate tonight but you and I have to keep the details a secret okay?” the cat mewled softly and tapped your hand with one of her free paws making you giggle at her confirmation of your pact.

That night Jumin came home late and you couldn’t wait to see him. You were practically bouncing as your husband put away his coat, hiding the sly smile that graced his lips as he took extra time to straighten his coat in the entry way closet. You tried not to groan as he slowly begins to remove his shoes.

“darling I know what you’re doing and it’s not fa- “you begin to whine but he cuts you off swiftly with the kiss you had been waiting for.

“I’m sorry my love. I couldn’t help myself.” He admits running his fingers through your long hair. “have you eaten? Should we get dinner?”

“oh no I haven’t eaten yet but first I have something big to ask” you say pulling him gently into the living room “honey bunny do you mind if I paint that wall?” you point to the wall in question which had already been stripped of what little decorations it had had on it that morning.

“darling I’ve already told you. this is your home you may decorate however you want, paint all the walls if you want” he chuckled

“I don’t need to paint all the walls. Just that one” you announced proudly extricating yourself from his arms to stand facing the wall planning out your new project. “I’ll go shopping tomorrow for everything I need. Oh I was thinking of setting up something for Elizabeth too. If that’s okay”

“of course my love. Have I ever told how beautiful you look when your planning things?” he said hooking an arm around your waist and spinning you to face him.

You laughed at that “you may have mentioned it” Of course he had. He had told you, you were beautiful so often you could have sworn it was carved in your soul at this point and yet, hearing him say it always made your heart jump.

“good.” his simple answer was low and sure as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and bent to capture your lips in a gently commanding kiss. You couldn’t help the satisfied hum that rose in your throat as your arms found their way around his neck. When you both pulled away it was in a mutual contentedness. “I’ll call the chef to prepare dinner. Would you care for a glass of wine on the balcony while we wait?”

“sound lovely. You call I’ll get the glasses and wine then meet you out there.” He hummed in agreement already pulling out his phone.

Over the next few days you gathered paints and shelving to start your project. You would need a lot of paint for everything you had planned, and something to hang while it was being worked on so that it could stay a surprise for your husband. Once the painting was started you struggled a bit keeping Elizabeth the third out of trouble. The kitty seemed so intrigued but all the blues and golds you had amassed she couldn’t keep her paws of it, so that task fell to you. Slowly but surely though the wall came together and then something struck you. You had to add something. Something personal. That night Jumin noticed the loss of one of your wedding photos in the bedroom but you assured him you only need a reference and it would certainly be returned soon.

“am I to assume the mural you’ve been working so hard on is nearly done then” he asked while drying your hair after you two had shared a relaxing bath.

“so close. I think you’ll like. I hope you’ll like it anyway. Elizabeth seems excited to play with her part at the very least” you chuckled to yourself.

“I’m sure I’ll adore it. After all it was painted by my very favorite artist.” He murmured grazing his lips against your neck making you shudder.

“Jumin,” you sighed as you felt his teeth scrap against the junction of your neck and shoulder “I think its time for bed darling” you just barely managed before he swept your feet from under you to carry you bridal style towards the bedroom.

“absolutely.” He growled as he continued to nip and suck at your neck.

It was done. After nearly two weeks of work it was done. You couldn’t wait to show Jumin and judging by the clock he should be home any minute. So you collected your paints and locked them away in the studio Jumin had set up for you. You were putting away the last of the navy blue when you heard the door open. You dropped everything and ran to your love.

“HONEY BUNNY” you cried as you leapt at him. He caught you in his arms easily his smile wide and genuine. “I finished it. come on” you said excitedly. You pulled him towards the living room but paused and spun on your heels to face him. “close your eyes. Cover them. I’ll lead you don’t worry” and so you did. Leading the blind CEO along by the hand with gentle instructions as you situated directly in front of the wall. “okay. Look” you whispered standing behind him so he could see all of it.

Silence. Such silence it made you nervous. His face was unreadable, even to you with all your practice and you were sure he hated it.

Your rendition of Van Gogh’s starry night adorned the wall with only one alteration. The silhouetted peak that originally sat in the left foreground had been swapped for the silhouette of you and Jumins Wedding photo. You had spent so many days focused on the life size silhouette perhaps it was too much. Normally your husband didn’t know the meaning of moderation but you could understand if he thought you had marred a classical masterpiece with your change. You supposed you could repaint it, if he hated it that much. Though you would have to remove the small climbing shelves you had put in the major swirls of the piece for Elizabeth to jump between.

Just then you felt Jumin spin you and Kiss you fiercely. “never has anyone ever been so perfect as you my love” he muttered against your lips stealing your breath as he kissed you again. Your head was spinning from the affection as he pulled you tight against himself. “I love you, and I love your work.”

“you had me worried, with all your silence you meanie” you chastised him playfully and resting your head on his shoulder. “so it’s okay”

“it’s perfect”

#mysme #mystic messenger #mm #fluff #jumin #jumin x mc #jumin han #mysme jumin #mm jumin #jumin mm #mysme mc #mysme rfa #rfa

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elexica · 4 years ago

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Always Tomorrow

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26433880

A gift from a while back to @alectoperdita; part of my AU-Gust 2020 Project; and it’s about time I cross posted it to Tumblr. Summary: Joey is a tattoo artist who specializes in Duel Monsters and scar coverage. Kaiba is a walk-in client. Tags and Trigger Warnings: Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, AU-gust 2020, ygocollablove, Scars, lot of talking about scars, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, BUT only about the scars, Pre-Slash, but there is SO much yearning, Hurt/Comfort, but honestly mostly comfort, oops all comfort Full fic under the cut:

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“Tell me something. You ever felt this way? The burdens of this life, they've really got a way of dragging you real far down to the ground.”

- “Master of My Own Mind” by Best Coast

. . .

“We don’t take walk-ins,” Joey said. His shirt was rolled up to the elbow, revealing intricate tattoo sleeves. A Red-Eyes Black Dragon screamed around his forearm, moving back and forth as he handled the cash register system. Kaiba’s eyes lingered on the smooth lines of the wings paired with the sharp forms of the scales. And that wasn’t the only eye-catching ink that Joey was sporting—Kaiba was entranced by a series of watercolor scapegoats and kanji trailed down his neck and disappeared into the plain black shirt that read “Eat, Sleep, Duel Monsters.”

Kaiba’s eyes widened. “But this is a tattoo parlor. And I saw your picture on the website, you’re Joey Wheeler. I like your work. Is there anything that would prevent you from completing a tattoo at this time?”

“Company policy,” Joey shrugged, revealing the tip of Flame Swordsman’s flaming sword, poking out from under his collar. “We can’t just drop everything for everyone who wanders in. There’s a system.” It must be a very large piece, Kaiba reasoned, given the size of the flame. He wanted desperately to see more of it.

“Name the price. I can pay upfront.”

Joey shrugged again. “I’ve got a schedule, man.”

Kaiba removed his credit card, placing the heavy material on the glass countertop. The glossy black card opened many doors for him. An assortment of rings for various piercings were posed in black velvet in the case beneath.

“You are clearly not busy.”

Joey looked offended and went back to logging inventory.

Kaiba was not a man who was skillful in pleading—but he was more than capable at negotiation. The card clicked threateningly on the counter as Kaiba impatiently tapped it.

“Fine. Are you available for a consultation?”

Joey smiled warmly, recognizing his own victory. “Now we’re talkin’, c’mon back.”

Kaiba followed obediently, gawking over the large sigil of the millennium eye that all but glowed at the nape of his neck. The longer blond strands of his hair brushed against the icon’s upper eyelid.

The hallway turned into an actual, honest-to-god office, which was the last thing Kaiba expected. Joey pulled out a sketchbook as he leaned against his black desk. Joey waved one hand for Kaiba to sit, a swirling monochrome haze behind the image of the cartoon time wizard with his little scepter.

“So, what are you thinking? You’re tall as hell, so there’s plenty of canvas!” Joey laughed, all sunshine and shiny white teeth.

Kaiba’s cheeks burned as he drummed up the will to answer the question. “In my research, you have something of a specialty in scar cover-ups.” Kaiba was not a man who would cower in his own shame. But the thought of baring himself completely, his secrets and those eternal marks of his loss, for this stranger… it stung at his dignity. He needed to do something today, or he would lose the will.

Joey’s smile dimmed compassionately. This was not going to be a routine intake appointment. He prided himself on careful and clever scar coverage, but those appointments usually took on a different tenor. Few people have scars from positive experiences, and the raw intensity of Joey’s client gave the clear impression that it would hardly be a routine appointment.

“I do,” Joey swallowed, “So, what are we working with?”

It was such a simple question. Kaiba adjusted the cufflinks on his wrists nervously. He had promised himself he wouldn’t be ashamed. There was nothing that he had done wrong.

He wished Mokuba had come with him. It was his idea in the first place.

Joey was suddenly very close, just inches away. “Hey, it’s alright. Take a breath.”

Kaiba did not want to obey his command, but he couldn’t resist a sharp intake of breath. He released it slowly, as if to prove a point. He wasn’t freaking out.

“For a lotta people, tattoos that cover scars transform a person’s relationship to their body, and to what happened to ‘em. It can be part of the healing process,” Joey said, slowly. The sheer volume of his empathy weighed down his words and made them linger in Kaiba’s mind.

Transform. Happened. Healing.

Kaiba continued to take long, intentional breaths. The scars burned at the back of his neck and across his back.

Joey reached out a hand towards Kaiba’s face before thinking better of making contact. The hand froze there, suspended close to his cheekbone. It was then that Kaiba realized his eyes were leaking tears. Joey had moved to wipe them away.

This whole event was too humiliating, Kaiba thought. And he couldn’t do it.

“This was a bad idea,” Kaiba said, sucking in enough air to straighten his back. He bore a hole in the wall with his eyes, trying to absorb any collateral moisture.

“Hey, for a lotta people, it’s a part of reclaiming your body, after something hard,” Joey curled his fingers around the hem of his shirt and revealed a gnarly scar just above his right hip. It was composed of a lot of smaller cuts, webbed together in a semi-circle. The raised skin had been left exposed, with dashes of black woven in to create the swirl at the center of the “Polymerization” card. The only colors were those of the orange dragons swimming around the vortex in their own lazy waves. “It was for me. My friend Yugi did this one.”

Joey reached out, and slowly took Kaiba’s hand.

“It doesn’t have to cover the whole thing, if you don’t want it too. See!”

He drew Kaiba’s hand in, softly bringing Kaiba’s fingertips to his skin. Kaiba’s arm was entirely tense, and he could have pulled back at any time. But he couldn’t resist—the curiosity bubbled within him. The pads of his fingers skimmed over the scar tissue in its randomness, and the disciplined smooth black stripes emanating from the twisted center. Kaiba was almost shocked at how warm Joey’s skin was. He wanted desperately to touch more, but when Joey dropped his hand, Kaiba withdrew it.

“Alright, I showed you mine. You feelin’ up to showing me yours?” Joey’s grin was so painfully warm.

Kaiba couldn’t help but nod. He began to unbutton his shirt. Button by button, Kaiba kept his breathing steady by force of will. The rise and fall of his chest felt especially vulnerable with his buttons undone. He moved to his cufflinks.

“Ah, shirt’s fine, but ya gotta warn me if the pants are comin’ off too!” Joey said with a gentle laugh. Joey’s eyes were undeniably glued to Kaiba’s abs, which made Kaiba’s breathing even more fragile.

Kaiba paused, fingers fumbling with the cufflink on his right hand. “It… just my shirt.” Kaiba spent his life speaking in eloquent sentences that drove investors to throw money at any idea that so must as sparked in his mind. He gave talks at industry conventions that brought the consumer electronics world to its knees. And he couldn’t force out a full sentence in front of this man.

“It’s okay,” Joey reassured. It didn’t feel practiced or put on. It almost felt like talking to a therapist.

Kaiba tugged off his shirt in one smooth move.

Finally, it was Joey’s turn to have the wind knocked out of him.

Kaiba braced for the inevitable questions. Those long, deep, even lines across his back scorched under the other man’s stare. And the little lines at the nape of his neck seared. The best lie that Kaiba had brainstormed on his way over was that it was a very bizarre car accident. Kaiba stressed internally that perhaps Joey thought Kaiba had done this on purpose, though the mechanics would have been infeasible.

But, like a professional, Joey didn’t ask any questions. He didn’t gasp. He didn’t even gawk for a significant amount of time.

“Alright!” Joey said, perhaps a touch too upbeat. “So, what’re we talkin’?”

Kaiba inhaled very slowly and began to replace his light blue Oxford shirt. “You, clearly, appreciate Duel Monsters.”

“Ha! Appreciate is a diplomatic way ta put it! I’m one a’ the greatest duelists that Domino has eva seen!” Joey’s smile was back to beaming at full wattage, like he hadn’t just witnessed Kaiba’s secret torture.

Kaiba was determined not to highlight his position in Kaiba Corp. The last thing he needed was this man to know everything—or make any educated guesses. He was already trying to slough off the sensation of being pitied. Still, he’d have to put this amateur in his place. “I have been called the Prince of Cards, and was National Champion, but now is hardly the time—”

Joey put down the Duel Disk he had grabbed from a drawer in his desk. “Yeah, not the time.”

Kaiba failed to suppress a smirk. It was jarring how quickly this man could bring him back to himself. “Anyway, I thought I could cover the… damage on the back with the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon.”

Joey nodded. “That sounds super sick!! But that is going to take a lot of planning. And you want—”

“Nothing to show through. I was sort of imagining it in the style of a Yakuza boss. Just very powerful.”

Joey looked up, imagining it in his mind’s eye. “Alright, I can take down the information and draw up some sketches. That would be a very expensive piece, and pretty time consuming for both of us.”

“Money is no object,” Kaiba stated, ice cold and prideful.

“Is there anything else you’re thinking of?” Joey asked.

Kaiba’s hand flew to the back of his neck. “A very small piece of code. I’ll write it down.”

The pad was heavier than Kaiba had anticipated, and Kaiba almost trembled as he wrote out the phrase: “pid_t pid = fork();”.

“I have never done a tattoo like that!” Joey remarked. “This won’t fully cover the scar.”

Kaiba nodded sternly. “That’s fine. It actually should go between the lines. It’s a very specific piece of code: it’s the basic invocation of a ‘fork,’ which is how a program splits itself and spawns new programs. It’s critical to the function of any Linux system, anywhere. One process starts when you boot up, and then it’s all forks from there.”

“Uh, ok. And what does that have to do with you, exactly?” Joey raised an eyebrow, affecting a serious “thinking” face.

“I don’t believe in fate. I make my choices and I live with them. For me, it means that I am always at a new decision point, and I build my life on these decision points. No one else builds it for me,” Kaiba looked directly into Joey’s attentive caramel eyes. “And my past does not define me. I am one fork away from a new program. The next challenge. A new life.”

The explanation spread a smile across Joey’s face. “That would take me maybe, thirty minutes? I could do it now, if you’d like. In that spot, it would hurt like a bitch, but something tells me—”

“Pain is no object.”

“Yeah, right, so, if you’re still determined to walk out of here with a tatt, we can do that,” Joey said.

Kaiba smiled, just a tiny bit. “I’d like that.”

FIN

. . .

“For me there's always tomorrow, even when I'm drowning in my sorrows. I gotta focus, gotta rewind, gotta stay the master of my own mind.”

- Best Coast “Master of My Own Mind”

The whole fic is really inspired by a difficult time in my life, and this really great Best Coast song, “Master of My Own Mind,” which everyone should listen to, because it’s very compelling.

Credit to my irl boy Jack for the coding tattoo idea that I don’t *think* has been done before! Without him, this would be “hello world” lol!

Like the boys with tattoos? You'd love Alecto's work, "A Fool's Puzzle" (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23464288).

Image credit: Photo by Sebastian Voortman from Pexels Edits by me.

#violetshipping #puppyshipping #my fic #crossposted on ao3 #seto kaiba #Kaiba Seto #Jounouchi Katsuya #Joey Wheeler

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loftyexecutor · 4 years ago

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paled and wrapped up emotions

Rating; T WC; 1098 Characters; Error, Blueberror, Pale Notes; error bonds with the multiverse’s troublemaker. and gets a gift from BB

part 3 of Multiverse #379 AO3 mirror | Ko-fi

Error gazed at the expansive space that filled Outertale. Or what passed as Outertale in this multiverse. It was the same set of asteroids he was used to, but the constellations overhead were all wrong, the colors just off in the nebulae.

It didn’t even matter much. Bit by bit, all those colors faded around him; first into a monochrome that then bled into inky darkness.

“What’s it this time?” he wondered idly, turning to look from what used to be a sky at his companion.

Pale was… Nowadays, Error hesitated comparing him to either himself, or Ink. He acted like Ink when he’d run out of paints, not possessing emotions a lot of the time, but instead of carrying paint vials around like the infernal artist, he’d just go to an AU and bleed it dry for them. The result was always a black void, too unstable to keep its shape when left empty afterwards.

Pale turned towards him, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Melancholy,” he said, eventually.

Error nodded, slowly standing up since the asteroid he’d been using as a stargazing spot was long gone. This had been one of many AU copies made up by Template, its express and sole purpose to be used by Pale.

He marveled at how this multiverse functioned from the moment BB had explained it to him.

The balance held, because Pale only destroyed AUs to feel something again, and a copy of the original worked for him just the same. And Template, unlike fate-damned squid-dick, knew how to keep the creation of new AUs in check. This multiverse worked almost like a well-oiled machine, and Error would’ve been jealous of it, once upon a time.

As it was, the moment he’d been thrusted into Template’s Anti-void, the ever-screaming voice of Fate was gone from his skull, and the only voices left there were the quiet cacophony of pseudo-creators, eternally vying for his attention.

He felt no desire or drive to destroy a single AU in here. He just tagged along with Pale sometimes, to watch him at it. Not aimed at him, or anything else, for that matter, as an attack, the black ink was almost mesmerizing to watch.

Error opened a portal to the Anti-void, where BB was already sitting in a tangled web of blue strings that made up a hammock not unlike the one he’d had in his own Anti-void. He’d made it maybe a week ago, and BB took it for his own within an hour.

He stared at the shifting mess of code that surrounded the glitched edges of the portal, visible only to his eyes. Or maybe the other glitches could see it, too, though they never mentioned it. It took a while to re-acquaint himself with his own powers, to learn how these universes connected and what they were made of. Their code, just like the coordinates, were just off enough for Error’s instinctual ones to fail.

“Oh, hey!” BB called out as they slipped from endless black into the stretching white.

Error nodded his greeting and Pale raised a hand. “Hello, BB.”

BB pulled a notebook out of his glitching inventory, almost dropping it twice in the process. A blue pen — with a pom-pom on top, no less! — was next, and BB held both while regarding Pale with starry eyelights.

“Mweheh, ok. How was that one?” he asked, flipping to an empty page to write down the emotion that copy had elicited. They all made BB do it, because Template was too scatterbrained (another thing he shared with Ink, though with Template, it didn’t bug Error nearly as much) to not lose the notebook somewhere.

“A rare one,” Pale said, watching the hammock slowly swinging to a stop now that BB was no longer in it. His eyelights sparkled with something. “Melancholy.”

BB hummed, flipping through the pages until he stopped on a specific one, rowing over the neat, capitalized lines. “We already have one with melancholy,” he noted, voice stuttering over a glitch, and then scribbled ‘OUTERTALE #4’ next to ‘SWAPFELL #2’. “Though I think… pure…? melancholy… might be better than ‘melancholy and self-loathing’. Heh.”

Pale snorted, shaking his head. “At least marginally.”

“Mweheh! Alright! Just let someone know when it starts wearing off. I’ve got three more copies lined up for testing, but that can wait for another time if you just wanna feel something specific. Template should be in Fell number uhh… two!”

Pale stared off at nothing for a while more, but then he nodded in BB’s direction. “I’ll think it over. Thanks.”

And he was gone, presumably off to ‘Fell number uhh... two, with an exclamation mark,’ which just left Error and BB in the Anti-void.

“Hey, Error, wanna see what I knitted yesterday?” BB asked, not missing a beat.

Error regarded him with a surprised and, admittedly, curious look. They’d found a hobby they shared, though BB wasn’t that skilled in knitting just yet. Just another thing that set him apart from the Blue Error had known. Just another thing that made him like BB more than he ever could’ve Blue.

“Look!” BB exclaimed, exchanging the notebook and pen for a bundled mess of something blue, which promptly glitched as it exited his inventory and spilled on the ground. “Shoot!”

He scrambled to pick it up and held it out for Error to see. It was a long strip of blue, the stitching a little loose here and there, but it looked like what it was — a scarf. Probably. “A scarf?”

BB nodded vigorously. “For you,” he elaborated, explaining exactly nothing.

“For me?” Error echoed, staring at the scarf as it was being held out to him.

“Yep! Cause yours is singed and stuff. I thought you’d like a new one. Mweheh, but it’s okay if you don’t!” BB looked just a little sheepish, not meeting his gaze but instead staring off to the side. Immediately, Error snatched the scarf from him and pulled his own off.

“I would,” he said, too quick. “I do.” It felt comfortable sitting around his neck. He hoped it showed on his expression, because he didn’t know how to convey what he was feeling with words.

BB seemed to, thankfully, get it. His face lit up and he laughed. “Good!”

It was just them in the Anti-void now, as often. Even without his collection of puppets and souls, it didn’t feel lonely anymore. BB retreated back to the hammock, beckoning him along.

Error didn’t want to go back to his own, even if he could.

#undertale au #undertale #sans undertale #error sans #blueberror #pale sans #.gen #.1k #multiverse 379 #.undertale

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scrawler-jay · 4 years ago

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of mice and artblock

So, midterms happened and I abandoned this blog for a while. But now I’m back, and I come bearing mice.

I’ve been really struggling with finding subjects I like to draw. I’m happy to work on skeleton studies until Judgment Day to better understand anatomy, but I know I need to balance “homework” art with “for fun” art, or else risk losing motivation for learning to draw -- and I’m so used to writing fiction at this point that no subject really appeals to me artistically unless it’s got 5,000+ words of story attached (or at least some narrative/character ideas, yanno -- something for my brain to pick at). The obvious solution is to draw concept art and characters from my written stories, but I feel really intimidated by that because I’m such a beginner artist that nothing I create now will do justice to the vision I have in my head.

I need art OCs and concepts – things that I will only draw art of, and have never written a story about. Stuff that doesn’t have to match a previously established, written story, and that I can change as I learn more and my skills improve.

I ended up drawing a bunch of mice.

This was initially just a whim. Human anatomy requires a lot of skill to pull off, especially faces and hands, but mice felt more beginner-friendly to me. Admittedly, I was going for a more cartoony style as opposed to photorealism, so if you’re looking at this from a realism perspective then these are pretty poor mice. However, I don’t feel ashamed of them, which I am taking as a good sign.

I kept drawing one mouse over and over. I ended up calling him Leo just because it was funny – “leo” refers to lions, but here Leo is just a little mouse. But of course, giving him a name (and a gender, incidentally) is the start of a story. Via a flight of fancy, I got it into my head that I wanted to do a painting of Leo trying to catch a big snowflake. I made some thumbnails of what I wanted the scene to look like, and then cut out a roughly 7 inch x 7 inch piece of watercolor paper from a big sheet that I had under my bed, sketched the scene in pencil, and then finished with watercolor pencils (and a white gel pen for the snowflakes). The process probably took 2.5 to 3 hours.

So, now the lore is that Leo is a mouse living in a little house in an old tree at the edge of the woods, and he wears a red scarf. I did not like this painting. It seemed over-saturated and the colors didn’t quite work the way I wanted them to. I ended up watching a tutorial on color theory, and decided to redo the painting using my newfound knowledge of color schemes. I used this color palette tool to get an idea of what kinds of colors would look good together, and settled on a complementary scheme with bluish green and brownish red.

And then, everything went wrong.

I tried to redo the painting, still working traditionally. I rushed the sketch because I was so eager to get right into working with color. This time, to avoid over-saturation, I used watercolors out of a pan rather than in pencil form. Mixing the colors in the lid of the pan took a really long time because I was so picky about shades, and because I continued rushing I didn’t allow the layers enough time to dry. Leo’s scarf (now green instead of red) bled into his russet fur, and the mailbox was the wrong shape, and I tried to erase a pencil line and created a dark blotch over an area that was supposed to be white with snow – and then I gave up.

I had downloaded Krita, a piece of digital drawing/painting software, a while ago, but hadn’t had any success using it because my desk isn’t big enough to accommodate both a laptop and my small tablet. Using my lap to hold the tablet was an exercise in frustration, and I knew so little about how digital art works that I just felt really overwhelmed and lost whenever I opened the program.

However, Krita (like most digital art software) has an undo button that I find very alluring, so I decided to try it again, now on a shiny new desk from Ikea that is actually big enough to support tablet and laptop together. I think just the space on the desk really made all the difference, but also I was determined to get this artwork of a mouse to a place where I felt satisfied with it.

I spent a solid 5 hours working on what ended up being a very simple colored drawing of a mouse catching a snowflake outside his little house. I barely blended anything at all, and there’s no light source that required me to shade anything – it’s just flat color. However, I really like these colors, and I think I did well (for an absolute beginner). I want to go back and add textures/shading to give an impression of depth, but I'm not sure how.

Leo – like all of my figures – feels really stiff, so I also want to work on gestures/studies of mice doing things. And, thanks to the popularity of mice as lab animals and pets, there are way more reference photos of mice than I expected! Most refs depict the house mouse, Mus musculus, but I did find the work of a wildlife photographer named Dean Mason who spent 15 years photographing harvest mice (micromys minutus).

Unfortunately, all of the prior artwork in this post I had drawn almost purely from imagination, and I think it shows. I studied two mice from photos in pencil, then erased the lines until they were barely visible and tried to do the fur texture in ink (with a dip pen, so there is some unevenness when the pen was extra inky).

Left is my first attempt doing the fur texture. I was more cautious with layering pen strokes, so you can see the lines of strokes fairly evenly. Right is my 2nd attempt, where I was bolder with the pen. I like these mice more than the one I created in the digital painting; these ones (especially the right) feel more Beatrix Potter-ish, which is a vibe I like.

Do I want to go back and fix the anatomy in my digital art of Leo? Yes. I also want to take another stab at doing this piece traditionally, but this time, I'd go monochrome and try to do everything in brown. However, part of me is exhausted from drawing ten million snowflakes and does not want to relive that experience with a gel pen -- I've already done it once with a tablet pen, and that was enough.

I have a hazy, far-off goal of creating a comic of Leo having adventures with another mousy friend, but that’s so far in the future that it’s not worth spending time considering right now. In the nearer future, however, Leo’s friend might become a reality – I know he’s an albino mouse (name TBD) who either escaped from a drug-testing facility (I loved The Secret of NIMH movie as a kid) or else is a pet who was dumped into the wild by a human owner who no longer wanted him. Leo is outgoing and adventurous, and this friend is shy and cautious.

#beginner artist #OC art #mouse #art

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youarejesting · 5 years ago

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BTS Seoul mates: Monochrome couple.2

[MASTERLIST]

Pairing: Taehyung x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: It was you he was sure of it. In a world void of color. He finds you can paint him a thousand pictures with mere words. But are you the one he is looking for? Video chats filled with hope that every time your eyes connect your world will bloom with the colors of love

The boys woke getting dressed for the day. It wasn’t long until they were heading to the hot springs. There muscles unwinding in the heated water. Taehyung looked out at the scenery that was New Zealand feeling the artist in him wanting to capture the perfect moment on camera. As he sat with his fellow band members he was left with his memories and the dejected feelings at failing to find his soulmate. He remembered the joy that coursed through him with the thoughts he was actually going to meet his one and only.

The feelings pulsed through him and you were so nice and absolutely stunning he couldn’t hide the excitement and love from his eyes. He saw his emotions written all over his during the video call. But as high as those feelings had soared around him they fell just as hard and heavy in his chest as he never got to see the colors he was promised.

The despair resonated through him. That moment replaying in his mind, the disappointment flooding your features as you realized you weren’t each others soulmates. The boys were moving on to the second location of the day the Nevis swing. He decided at the last minute to join the small group jumping, anything to forget the scene replaying in his head.

The first swing he took with Namjoon and his heart was racing and the only he could think about was not dying. The taut cord holding them to the platform was released and they were free falling. He saw a blur of the black and white mountains. The closest thing Taehyung will ever get to flying. As the swing pulled up at the end he felt like it might be possible to touch the sky. The blue sky. He was told it was blue, but what does it mean.

As the swing slows and they are gently lifted back onto the platform, Taehyung starts to remember further into his childhood. Sitting at his desk drawing a picture of his family and the farm he grew up on, to him he tried to match shades of grey to the ones he remembered but when the ground and grass came out purple and blue and his sky was yellow and tan. He thought the black and white picture and the shades of gray he had used were correct. His teacher thought differently, she scolded him in front of the class and tore the picture in half.

He had worked so hard and she ripped up his masterpiece, talking about how skin isn’t green and that clearly there was something wrong with him if he believed that. The children took to calling him an alien. He frowned these were some of his most heartbreaking memories, that he had locked away.

After the swing he wanted to chase the feelings away again, he asked to go on the catapult and after being harnessed in, he was in position and he felt his heart racing once more and he was shot through the sky the blur greeting him once more. Wind brushing past his face like it was brushing away all the negative thoughts and worries. In this moment he wasn’t less than the other members. But all to soon the experience was over and though he was happy he knew like before those feelings would return.

You were at work, an hour until you finish your shift and something strange happened. You couldn’t explain it, you lost your surroundings. All you saw was different shades blurred together. It made you feel sick and dizzy and you tried to walk to the staff room while blinded by this odd vision. You had never had anything like this happen before, but it was like watching a first person shooter game but they were on a roller coaster.

Unable to balance and unable to see you fell hitting your head and blacking out. Hearing a familiar name. ‘Taehyung’. Was it wishful thinking? He had said he saw a vision of you, maybe you really wanted it to be him. You woke up in the staff room your friend had come to take you home. Reviewing the events as your friend drove you home you pulled out your phone and did a quick google search. ‘Does the soulmate blindness link work through video chat?’. With an answer in hand that made your heart race. The connection didn’t work through anything but looking into the others eyes directly. You thumbs started flying back and forth on the touch screen of your phone as you wrote out a message.

[Hey, Kim Taehyung...]

[Did you go Sky Diving today?]

[I saw some weird vision, like you said and I heard someone say your name.]

[The soulmate link doesn’t work through a phone, only direct eye contact.]

[Y/N sent an attachment: Soulmate Blindness Study]

Taehyung ran to Namjoon who was buzzing around the camp trying to help. He handed him the phone asking him to read it. Namjoon stated that he should try and he assured him he had already and was trying to confirm that what he had read was correct. Namjoon sighed reading the texts and translating them into Korean. Unable to contain himself he snatched the phone back into his hands and started a video call.

Kim Taehyung would like to Face Time?

[Answer] [Decline]

You laughed stepping into your house and answering. His face appeared taking up the whole screen his thick brows, smoldering eyes and tiny nose freckle all on show. You blushed hiding behind your hand as you put your stuff down in the corner of your room.

“Yoboseyo” he smiled causing you to giggle and he brought the camera closer as you placed your phone on the dresser to unpack your work bag on your bed. “Hello. You look cute”

You froze and walked over to your phone, “I look tired and I am covered in batter from work?”

“Where you work?” He grinned

“I work in a waffle house, do you like waffles?” The conversation went well and when ever there was a language barrier he would run and whine for his hyung. You were sitting in front of google translate on your laptop trying your hardest to ask and say things you knew he would understand.

You took your laptop, some clothes and phone into the bathroom and ran a bath while he was talking with another of his friends in Korean. He acted very cute sometimes and it made you smile. You turned your phone away as you undressed and got into the tub and you had your phone sitting on a bath caddy so it only showed your face and wouldn’t get wet.

He came back and looked at you confused and you blushed explaining you were in the bath. He blushed as well covering his face in his hands. “I didn’t want you to leave we were talking, I want to know more about you?”

“You know BTS?” someone asked over his shoulder and Namjoon was quick to explain that they were a band”

You asked them if they had any songs online and they laughed, typing on your laptop which sat on a stool beside the bath you found them and froze, “ah what song should I listen too?”

“Singularity” One of the boys giggled over his shoulder Taehyung frowned smacking him on the shoulder.

“The first one to come up is DNA is that a good song?” he was acting really shy and you laughed turning on the subtitles and pressing play, you watched a smile breaking out on your face the more you saw the more the smile grew and eventually turned into shock. You were amazed by the dancing, singing, music video and lyrics it was a whole experience and you loved it.

Once the song was over you asked about the lyrics and they explained they wrote it for their soulmates, the one made just for them in every past and future life they would always be together. “That’s really good, it was a really good song, Holy hell you have thirty one million subscribers and this song has had over nine hundred million views, who are you?”

“Ah Joesonghamnida we are a little famous” he bowed his head to the phone.

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bugaboowritings · 5 years ago

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Cameras and Dead News - Emilie Agreste Is Missing - Fic

Adrien is Rocking Some Shades From The ‘90s.

I got the idea from a post, that I can’t find- lucky me. But basically, Gabriel doesn’t go out after Emilie’s death/disappearance so the paparazzi couldn’t ask him questions. Do you guys know who still leaves the house tho... Adrien.

Just imagine how that would go. A kid missing his mom, forced to hear questions about her disappearance.

(Found the post, it was @chloe-is-a-lesbeean. Buzz Buzz, Bitches --> the post)

hope everyone is alright as we handle these COVID-19 shutdowns.

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“Damn,” The young flim-maker sighed before folding the newspaper in his hands.

His lips pursed together in thought, not knowing how to feel or to even believe what he was reading. All while he sat in a cafe, one that’s tucked under the shade of another building, his friend gladly munched on the breakfast they ordered. He hasn’t touched his plate since he got there and the other has been debating with their wallet if they should order another coffee for the trip back to the studio. Idly slouching on the bean-bag as he sat rigid against his wooden chair, gripping the paper in his hand.

He’s a small artist in the north of town, who sleeps on his friend’s couch because art doesn’t sell, not at a price that will pay for rent, only for that of a good breakfast and lost dinner. Only known underground for his camera and his good eye for color, but never really having any real connections to the silver screen nor the crowds usually involved painting on it, but he was one of the many victims that a certain star carried her influence over. You had to be living under a rock to not know the blonde, the one who fostered a new generation of artists under her wing and films.

Even though this director didn’t know her personally, it didn’t stop the heavy stiffness from setting gently on his chest. Wondering if he should even take this headline to heart.

Hell, he’s unsure if what he was reading was even true or just another clickbait story. Shaking off the bitter feelings just in case this was fake. A stunt pulled by some hot-shot manager or rowdy marketing team.

If so, it’s utter bullshit to write an article like that just to sell crates full of print.

It wasn’t until his friend noticed the cold and untouched coffee, that they raised their eyebrow and nodded their head to him to speak up. Yet, the director didn’t talk, only giving a heavy sigh before passing the newspaper down. They, an able writer and a genuine friend willing to give up a couch, hastily sucked the syrup off their fingers and wiped their sticky hands on their loose denim jeans before taking the press in their hand.

Licking the sweet cream off their lips from their breakfast before staring hard at the page.

Suddenly that bagel on the white clean platter didn’t seem so appetizing. The cream cheese turned bland and the orange juice after-taste went sour and disgusted their taste buds.

“. . .Wow.”

Quickly after that, the two flipped to the main article inside. Scanning the black text to see if this could even be true. Their fingers pinched the press a little tighter as their hands got clammy. Swiftly scanning to see if there was any reason to believe the bold headline that was selling fast in Paris.

EMILIE AGRESTE MISSING A STAR NOW DIMMING...?

From her famous production skills to her unforgettable acting, along with her hand in public service with the Mayor and to aid the City of Paris, her strong love for the arts and her endless funding for them, and her infinite support towards the young creators in Paris- Emilie Agreste was famous and known around for not only her marriage but her character.

She’s the very reason that so many got their chance and felt like they could make it in a field that seemed impossible to touch.

Agreste, along with being caring, she was talented in so many ways. She had the audience in the palm of her hand when she played the sickly lover to the crazed workaholic on the screen. When she shed a tear, the spectators wept with her. When she smiled, the world seemed fine and the sun always shined. When she sighed at the sky, people wondered what she was daydreaming about. Her name was used in tv shows and other movies, as an homage to her and to her fame.

The blonde really was Paris’ muse.

Emilie Agreste, an icon that was thought to never fade from the minds of Parisians or from their headlines.

This proved more true when people just wanted to know more as the news traveled further and further in France. All everyone wanted to hear, read, or watch were the updates on this case or the basic details that the public has access to.

Where was her last known location?

What could be the cause of this?

Why did this happen?

How could this happen in the first place?

Then the one that astonished everyone.

Where is she now?

‘What happened to Emilie Agreste?’ became the most searched thing in Paris in under 24 hours.

The world faced the media for answers and clarification, but they too were speechless. Even the journalists notorious for finding the small secrets from cheating scandals, friendship drama, secret pregnancies or always managed to know an inside-source for everything—

They too came dry.

Not with a drop of gossip or a hint of rumors.

All that there was, was the police report filed days ago by her husband, who seems to disappear from the public eye as his wife did from the earth.

Calls to interview him went unanswered. Emails for a comment on this situation got clicked and dragged to the trash bin. Cameras that waited outside the mansion, like starving lions waiting for the picture-perfect prey, only got a snap of the maids taking out the trash. The Agreste fashion-shows, ones that were planned months ago, were canceled the day before they took place. The spring collection had to be pushed back before releasing the photos to the magazines weeks later.

No one could get the details of Parisian Darling and that didn’t change no matter how much the reporters bid for the voices of assistants and maids to speak on the matter.

The only person out in public and with a tight connection with the Agreste was Emilie’s one and only child.

Adrien Agreste.

Blossoming model to the Agreste Brand a few months back and the only Agreste that would step out to the sun to go to his fencing lesson and photoshoots. The reason the gates opened again was to only to let in his Chinese tutors or piano instructor. Then, the gates would shut again when he stayed in his rooms for hours on end. Not really a public face until his father released his anticipated winter collection last year, all with the teen as the front cover of every fashion magazine advertising it.

And man, was it well received.

There were times where Adrien had to be shielded from the press by his bodyguards to get to his fencing competition. Deciding early on to take his Chinese lessons at home instead of going off to the university for his studies when he got pestered by hidden paparazzi and nosey students.

Reporters, photographers, and the curious were hot on his heels as they shouted things to make him turn around, to get a reaction. Anything to make their salary bigger. Anything to put on a tabloid. Anything to print on the press. Anything to get something that sells.

“Is your mother dead?”

“Is it true that there is a ransom note at Emilie’s last known location?”

“Do you think your mother left with her own will and didn’t disappear?”

“Adrien, do you think that your mother left willing or is this just a stunt for the new film with Grand-”

“-How is your father dealing with this situation?”

“ADRIEN, turn around! Tell the public what they were waiting to hear!”

“Is Gabrial Agreste so disheartened that he can’t step out? Should we still expect the fall collection with-”

“What is the police saying about your mother’s case?”

“Are there any new leads about her disappearance?”

“Adrien, what do you think of this situation?!”

The heir to the Agreste Brand, the name and legacy stopped in his tracks on the stone staircase.

It’s a sunny morning out, so his hair managed to glimmer nicely thanks to the sun’s rays. It was also an excuse to wear sunglasses, to pull a curtain over his face so no one could dare to notice how much he wanted to cry. Covering the bags under his eyes and shielding them away from the bright lights since his eyes got more delicate the longer he went without sleep.

But no one would see that. All they would point out would be the fact his shades are his dad’s old collection from the ’90s.

They wouldn’t see how he picks his lips because he can’t tap his toes against the marble floors in his house without creating an echo that makes him feel more alone.

But no one would see that. They would just ask what his lip care routine or if he used any innovative k-beauty products to keep them that shade of pinky-red or that glossy. Totally not the ointment that keeps them from bleeding.

He would come to practice in all grey or wear minimalistic clothes because he doesn’t want to think about how to match the patterns or the fact it felt so wrong being so bitter when wearing mustard yellow or baby blue.

But no one would notice the reason for his monochrome wardrobe and call it a new style for the summer.

Taking little ways he showed his grief when everyone seemed to move too fast. Adrien barely felt the ground under his feet as Natalie changed the times for his lunch again to fit another appointment and meeting.

Processing the last time he saw his mom before he got asked for another interview on her disappearance.

How the little interactions and moments popped into his head only to taunt him. The way she stirred her tea, how she comforted him that one time he fell on the concrete, how she always got a plate of cut fruit for him when he was studying, then how she winked at him and said, “Let me talk to your father. He’ll come around,” whenever Adrien asked to go out but there was some hesitation, or how his mother managed to make even the scariest things seem not so scary in the end.

So to answer that question, he didn’t know.

Everything was growing out of place in his life but it was in an excepted way. His father was never a man of conversation but became one secluded in isolation without his mother pulling him in with her words out of his cave and keeping him sitting by the dinner table. Adrien didn’t even know if his father locked himself in his large office and buried himself in work or if he still in his parent’s room- trying to process what’s going on. Adrien has been out of the house so much that he doesn’t even know if he left his bedroom the way it is or the maids cleaned up when he was gone, not knowing if his game is still paused at this point.

It also just hit him on that nice, sunny day that he may have lost the ability to say ‘parents’ when only one is currently at home.

As hungry reporters encroached the teen, Gorilla shoved them back and away. Setting his palm on the young Agreste’s back to urge him to keep moving. Only getting a nod, letting a few seconds pass before he hurried up the staircase and into his lessons.

#little ice angst #fic #my fic #ml fic #My writing #my writings #adrien agreste #emilie agreste #gabriel agreste #backstory fic #sad Mama drama #hope you guys are safe and good during this time

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hoshizoranoseirei-a · 4 years ago

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Minji loved her partner like a brother; when you sat in a patrol car most of the day, you got close to the one in the seat beside you. Hearing his excuse, she rolled her eyes. “You think I don’t know that?” she countered. “I love my job, but Gwanny, darling brother of a partner of mine? You need a reason to go home at night. And who’s to say tall, blonde and handsome over there won’t understand? He’s literally got a world tour coming up, right?”

Under his breath Gwangseon retorted, “What is he, McDonalds fries?” He knew she was right but he couldn’t bring himself to make someone feel like that didn’t matter to their significant other. His mother had fought through that herself before his father was killed, he just couldn’t do it. Hearing the second question he looked up at Minji. “Yeah he does, so what?” He continued queitly.

Minji laughed, reaching to knock his hat off. “I wouldn’t know about that, men aren’t my thing.” she teased. Watching him, though, she rested her arm on his shoulder, moving to lay her chin on her arm. “Gwanny, honey, say something to him. Just go on one date. We aren’t the only one with demanding careers you know. Annnd you have unused vacation pay.”

With a sigh Gwangseon removed Minji from his shoulder. “It’s too hot for that.” He said and moved away in an attempt to get off the subject. “I thought you had a date toinght. Did she cancel?”

Minji rolled her eyes, but let her friend change the subject. “She did not cancel, thank you very much.” she answered, running a hand through her hair. “This will be date three, things are going really well.” she mused, smilng as she thought about the young woman she’d taken out. “I think you’ll like her once we’ve dated a while longer. You might scare her off.” she joked.

Gwangseon quirked a brow at his partner and was about to retort when a call came over the radio. “That would be our call to respond to.” As he climbed into the cruiser and clicked his seat belt in place he retorted, “I would not, she would love me. You’re talking about the EMT right?”

“That it would, now that we’re done guarding your eye candy.” Minji teased with a smirk, going to get in and leaning back in her seat. She responded on the radio and then returned to their conversation. “Yeah, she’s amazing.” she grinned, looking at Gwangseon. “But right now, you’d still scare her off.” She wanted to try and keep the other’s mood up even with the call they were receiving.

Gwangseon knew it was bad when he saw the ambulance in front of them. The two of them got out of their car and walked to the others. The superiors talked to the both of them. “The guy inside has a gun and has already shot the wife. We aren’t sure if the kids are okay but we need someone to talk this guy down.” Upon hearing the request Gwangseon raised his hand from the small group of that had now gathered. “I’ll go in.”

Minji was about to volunteer when Gwangseon spoke up first, taking a moment, she moved to grab his wrist. “Gwanny, are you sure?” she asked, tilting her head a little. “I can handle this, the energy is pretty thick.” she murmured, clearly worried for her partner.

“I’ll be fine.” He responded and placed a hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Did you forget I’m a selkie?” He walked forward and walked to the door. A call of ‘stay back’ stopped him and he called back, “Sir, please let us help you and-” He was cut of as a shotgun fired through the door and the blast from it slammed into his shoulder. He fell to the ground and the last thing he could see was Minji running towards him as the pain made him pass out.

Minji watched her partner approach, her senses on full alert and tense almost to the point of pain. She knew the meaning, knew the familiar grey haze in her vision all too well, but she couldn’t tell when it would happen. And then the shot rang out. Seeing Geangseon go down put her in protection mode, rushing the porch to grab Gwangseon and put pressure on the wound. Two others followed her, guns at the ready just off the porch as she pulled her gun out and readied it with one hand. As the door opened, she turned her gaze from her unconscious partner, glaring up as the man tried to exit. Her gaze went monochrome as she stared at him. “Lower it, or I swear to the heavens, you won’t make it to trial.” Her voice was calm but laced with danger, and after a long moment, the man lowered it, allowing the others to arrest him while she focused on Gwangseon.

“Damn it, Gwanny.” She cursed, knowing blood from his shoulder was all over and not caring. She helped lift him onto a gurney and when asked, she decided to follow while the other emts worked on the wife, who was hurt but awake and breathing. Getting in the cruiser, she followed the first ambulance, grabbing his phone so she could give it to him when he woke up. She ended up in the corner of the room, watching Gwangseon sleep. Checking the time on his phone, she frowned at the missed message. Pulling her own phone out, she messaged the singer explaining the basics. It took less than half an hour before Jae was being let in by a nurse and she looked up, giving the artist a speech before finally letting Jae join her as they sit and waited.

Gwangseon spoke quickly when he came to. “I didn’t even get a sentence out.” He looked to the side, knowing Minji would be there and startled by Jae’s presence. He quickly explained what happened, though vaguely to Jae before reaching for his phone and giving up. Minji announced she was headed to change. “Wait,” he called after her and as the door closed he continued weakly. “Come back.”

“I’ll come back when I’ve changed, Gwanny. I’m covered in your blood and I’d like to at least have normal clothes on.” Minji said as she opened the door. Her date had been messaging her since she’d told her, and Minji apologized again for having to cancel, even though she knew her girlfriend would understand. She drove back the precinct and showered, changing clothes and letting her boss know her uniform needed to be dry cleaned. She hoped to give Jae and Gwangseon some time alone, not wanting her partner to be lonely anymore. She decided to stop and pick up Gwangseon’s favorite place, messaging Jae if he wanted any. SHe hoped to spend as much time as possible away so that when she showed up with food, maybe the two had come to an agreement of some sort.

Gwangseon wanted food and he wanted it now. He kept complaining to Jae about how he was hungry but he didn’t want gross hospital food. He messaged Minji to grab extra sushi because he really wanted sushi from his favorite place a few blocks from his apartment. He placed the phone in his lap with a sad face.

Minji walked up to the door and knocked before entering with the bag of food. “How are my lovebirds?” she mused, quietly closing the door as she lifted the bag. “I have food for all of us. Especially the high one.”

Gwangseon looked at his partner, attempting to remember what exactly she was doing at the hospital. “Why are you here? And I am not a love bird, I’m a human.” He hid his face in his pillow and huffed. “Wait.” He looked back up at Minji. “Sushi? From the place near my place?” He really wanted to eat that sushi but nothing else.

Minji rolled her eyes. “Still high as a kite, I see.” she mused, walking over to set the bag of food on the window sill and divide it up. “Yes, you nutcase. I spent a lot of money on you two.” her voice was playful though, just glad her partner was okay. “Just sushi, a lot of it, for the wounded one. Sukiyaki and sushi for the idol.” she said, handing out chopsticks and moving to perch in the window sill where the food had been, lifting to tuck one leg under her as she moved to open her own food. Taking a bite, she hummed, chewing and swallowing before pointing her chopsticks at Gwangseon. “The next time I step in with a feeling, you listen to me, damn it.” she said sternly, though the attempt at threatening was lost since she was pointing chopsticks and not a gun.

Gwangseon looked around. “Who’s wounded? I don’t see anyone wounded.” His eyes grew wide at the sight of sushi. He raised his arms to grab at it and jolted in surprise. “Oh, I’m the one that’s wounded. Oops.” He said with a light giggle. when his sushi was placed in front of him, he struggled with his chopsticks. “I’m sorry.” He said sadly, sounding like a young child being scolded. He set the chopsticks down and looked longingly at the sushi.

“And this is why I never take you to a bar, Gwanny. Total lightweight.” Minji rolled her eyes as she ate. Seeing him give up, she was preparing to get down when Jae set his own food down to feed her partner. “Well, then. Thank you, little songbird.” she mused. “By the way, that last comeback? Phenomenal. Right, Gwanny?”

Gwangseon managed a ‘mhm’ around the sushi Jae had placed in his mouth. He swallowed the sushi and spoke matter of factly. “I really liked the choker with the rings on it.” He felt Jae pause and whined for more sushi. “Why’d you stop? Give me more sushi.” He pouted and continued to Minji. “The ring choker was really pretty on him.” He nodded and accepted another piece of sushi from Jae.

Gwangseon’s confession caught Minji off guard indeed. She knew her partner loved that choker on the singer. She watched Jae stumble and recover, continuing to feed the selkie. She laughed a little. “Gwanny, honey, since Captain is giving you some time off, why don’t you spend a few days with Songbird, hmm?”

“I guess. I don’t see why not. But is it okay with all the girls falling all over him?” He asked rhetorically, anger laced in his words. He huffed as he munched another bite of sushi. Gwangseon looked out the window and mumbled, “It’s so sunny, I wish it would rain. I like the rain better. So much more romantic than sunny days.” His eyes drifted closed as he fell asleep again, welcoming the escape from his feelings.

Minji arched a brow. “You are clearly blind if you think Songbird here doesn’t have eyes for you.” she countered. “Besides, you have time to tend to him, right?” she asked Jae, who shrugged as he nodded.

“Yeah, All that’s left for the new comeback is promo photos tomorrow, and then the next month or so I’m basically free minus a few days of recording.” He turned to looked at Gwangseon. “You’re welcome to stay at my place if you’d like, Seony.”

“I’ll get out of here and let him sleep. You gonna stay with him?” Minji asked as she helped Jae rebox the leftovers, moving to rest a hand on Jae’s shoulder. “I’m gonna visit him, but he’s got leave since he’s hurt and I really hope you two get along. He adores you, if you couldn’t tell.” Giving him an encouraging smile, she walked to the other side of the bed, kissing her partner’s head like a sister might for a sibling. “Take of him, Songbird.” she said sternly, turnign to leave.

GWangseon woke up to the sun burning holes in his eyes. He groaned and spoke, half asleep. “Someone close those damned blinds.”

Minji had gone home and returned early the next morning to relieve Jae so he could go shower. She didn’t comment on how she found the two, but she took her place in the chair as she waites for Gwangseon to wake up, reading a book with right leg crossed over left. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.” She mused, glancing up as she turned the stick to close the blinds. “Your Songbird will be back soon. He went to get a shower and change.”

“My songbird? What the hell are you talking about?” Gwangseon shifted in the bed, groaning as his shoulder was enveloped in searing pain. He pushed the morphine button once. “What did I do, Min?” Dread replacing the look of pain that painted his face. “What happened? Tell me I didn’t do what you’re implying I did.” Panic in his words, Gwangseon’s eyes grew big.

Minji gave him a sly little smile. “You didn’t make a fool out of yourself, if that’s what you’re asking.” she answered, marking her place with a bookmark and closing the book. “But I left you two alone to change and get food. I don’t know what happened while I was gone, though. You let him feed you sushi.” she offered. “He stayed here last night to keep an eye on you.”

Gwangseon groaned. “I did what?” He turned his eyes to the ceiling in an attempt to remember what exactly had happened when Minji had been absent the previous night. He remembered crying at some point and he remembered someone touching his face but not who it had been. Everything was hazy and faded together. “He stayed?” Pausing his attempts as Minji continued. His thoughts instead went to the beautiful pop star that seemed to have a thing for him before floating back to the memories he couldn’t find. What had he said that had made Jae stay? “Why would he stay?”

Minji nodded. “It was really cute.” she assured. “I don’t know what you two talked about, but you let him feed you.” Crossing her legs the opposite way, she sat back in her chair. “Of course he stayed. He was worried as hell when he got here. I don’t know why he wouldn’t stay. Guy clearly has an attraction to you. My bet is probably since you two met months ago.” Her arms crossed next. “I did bring some clothes for when you get out. He’s offered to let you stay with him while you heal up. Which isn’t a bad idea given you’ll push yourself too hard trying to get back on the beat.”

Gwangseon rolled his eyes and tried to sit up only to fall back down because he had used his injured arm. He looked back up at Minji. “Okay you might be a little right but I am not going to stay with him. He can stay with me.” He looked away with a huff and rolled his eyes again. “Who am I kidding his place is probably waaay nicer than mine. I might as well. But you have to tell him.”

Minji decided not to tell her partner that he’d already agreed, humming a little when he admitted she was right. “I know you too well.” she countered. “And of course I’ll tell your boyfriend you’ll stay with him.” she teased with a smirk. “If you promise to tell him how you feel at some point.”

Gwangseon’s eyes widened. “He is not my boyfriend and I do not have feelings for him.” He would have crossed his arms if it didn’t require him moving his arm. He looked away, hoping his partner didn’t see the red that dusted his cheeks at the thought of Jae. “Besides, he has a career to worry about anyway.” He didn’t want to make eye contact, afraid he’d admit Minji was right. “I’m sure I’m the last thing on his mind right now.”

Minji watched him and rolled her eyes. “Gwanny, I need you to get that pretty head of yours out of your ass and stop denying it.” She countered, she saw the door open as Gwangseon continued, watching Jae.

“If you were the last thing on my mind, I wouldn’t have come to the hospital at all last night.” Jae countered. He passed out the food he’d brought, Minji grinning as she moved to eat.

“See? Stop worrying so much, you’ll be fine.” she promised. “Gwanny decided to accept your offer to stay with you while he heals up. You better take care of him.”

Gwangseon flushed. “Minji, I meant tell him when I wasn’t in the room.” He looked away quickly. “It’s only because I can’t take care of myself like this.” He was angry that he wasn’t going to be able to do things on his own, he hated when people helped him. Gwangseon knew that the singer wouldn’t mind but he was beginning to feel like a burden and that didn’t help how insecure he felt looking at Jae. He shifted the blankets again to cover more of himself up. He didn’t like this one bit. “Min, can I talk with Jae privately?”

Minji found she actually liked the guy behind the music. Most artists were the playboy or playgirl types, but Jae was genuine, and she could sense that. Hearing Gwangseon’s question, she nodded. “Just let me know when I can come back in, I’ll be at the waiting area.” she told Jae, setting her food down and heading out, closing the door behind her.

After conversing with Jae, Gwangseon told him to bring Minji back in. When Minji rejoined, Gwangseon smiled and ate some of the food Jae had brought him without thinking about it. “Sorry, Min. Just needed to talk with Jae. Sorry if your food got cold while you waited.” He placed another bite in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “You know, Min, they’ll probably partner you with a rookie while I’m out. Have fun with that while I get babied because I’m injured.”

Minji arched a brow. “As long as you two didn’t have a fun time, we’re good.” she teased. “Believe me, I’m aware. IT’s going. To suck. Sp enjoy your spoiled life of leisure while you have it.” she teased back, going back to her food and crossing her legs. “As for you, Songbird, you better take care of him.”

“I promise, Minji.” Jae assured, returning to Gwangseon’s side.

Gwangseon’s eye grew wide at Minji’s comment but he laughed a little. “Nothing like that happened.” He listened to Minji as she complained about what was to come at the job. “They’re gonna love you, just don’t scare them off okay? And my life will be just fine even if I don’t go with Jae.” Gwangseon huffed a little as Minji continued to tease him. “You aren’t being unfair. What about little miss EMT huh?” His eyebrows writing the extra question marks his word couldn’t. “What about her?”

Minji arched a brow at her partner, but she knew she got the point across. “Yeah, but you know rookies. Either too eager to prove themselves or too uncertain.” At his comment about not going with Jae, she gave him a ‘don’t you dare’ look. “You already agreed to go with him, don’t make me smother you.” She joked, pursing her lips when he mentioned her girlfriend. “Sunhi and I have a late lunch today since dinner got cancelled.” She stated simply. “Don’t try to change the subject.” Jae chuckled at the pair, which made Minji look to him. “I’m serious, though, Songbird. Spoil him. He needs to relax and if he had to do this alone I know he wouldn’t. Can you give us a moment?” Her eyes went to Gwangseon, and Jae stepped out.

“Gwanny, I swear to gods, don’t let him get away. He’s genuine, like sincerely genuine, about his interest in you. I haven’t sensed that kind of energy in a long time.” She told him quietly.

Gwangseon shook his head and looked at his partner, smiling but not smiling. “I’m giving him a chance to prove himself, even if I didn’t technically say that.” He stretched a little and winced when his shoulder pain ripped through his thoughts. “Would it be okay to hit the morphine pump again? Or do you think I’ll end up like I did last night?”

The psychic gave him a grin. “Gwanny, I promise you. My feelings are never wrong. I can’t see the future, but my ability to read energies is on point, and you know it.” Minji watched the man she considered her brother. “Try to go as long as possible without it. I’m not worried about you being out of it so much as getting addicted.” Her voice was a little sad, thinking about her mother’s addiction that led to a grave before Minji had graduated from academy. “That’s why I don’t want you alone. And Jae is very willing to take care of you, and you better not give him a hard time. He’s trying really hard to win you over.”

“Yeah and he’s succeeding too.” Gwangseon hated to admit it but the singer was pulling him in more and more each day. It was aggravating that he couldn’t manage to get over his feelings for Jae. He really thought he could handle it but Jae was all he’d been able to really think about since he’d run into him the other night. It just started as a small crush when he acted as a security guard at Jae’s concerts a few months prior but contrary to what he thought was going to be a fleeting crush, it had somehow turned into this. “I just don’t know if it would last, Min. And you know that it’s harder for stuff like this to effect me. I understand though and thank you.”

#wow this is long #athousandrealmsofhappiness #Gwangseon A.#c; Minji #a powerful sixth sense;; Minji Lee #partners opposite of crime;; Minji and Gwangseon #t; Unblood Siblings

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artschoolfreddie · 5 years ago

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Gotta stand tall...(Freddie)

a/n: hello again! i finally update the series. i had a bit of writer’s block but it eventually wrote itself! this part is a bit dark and sad so sorry about that, but it gets hopeful at the end i promise!!!! also i should clarify that none of these events actually happened, it is just from my imagination. anyway, hopefully you enjoy!!!! (ps. roger’s part should be finished soon)

john , brian , ao3

warnings: homophobic language, a bit of violence, bullying :(

Recess was always a time where Freddie could relax. He usually sat where it was shaded, away from the blistering afternoon sun, and away from everyone else. Although he had a few friends, he didn’t make it a habit to talk to them too much. After all, people were replaceable, he had learned that the hard way. Instead, he liked to close his eyes and take in the sound of the other kids playing and laughing, enjoying themselves whenever they could. Sometimes, Freddie liked to bring a paper and pencil and draw whatever came to mind, his family, the cats of his dreams, his dreams of being an artist, a musician, a star… all of his dreams.

Although he liked to hear kids laughing, kids snickering was different. Kids snickering usually meant that someone was laughing at him. Kids snickering is what brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes at sat up, immediately seeing a group of kids – not just any group of kids, the same group of kids that always picked on him. Freddie rolled his eyes and laid back down. He tried not to let it get to him, which was hard at first, but at this point he was just tired of it. Always the same, couldn’t even bother to make up new names to call him

Freak. Weirdo. Bucky. Fag. Queer. Every insult they could think of. It didn’t help that he was already nervous, about to perform for the school. He knew he was pretty good at piano, he had taken many lessons, he knew it was just to embarrass him and make him feel small. Like what he was doing wasn’t amazing for an 11 year old boy in India to be doing. He tuned out the voices, got on stage, and played the piano with all his heart and soul, ignoring everything and everyone around him, until it was just him and the monochrome keys in front of him.

He heard them walking closer but continued to ignore them. They hated that the most, so Freddie used his skills to his advantage. That was until one of them kicked dirt on his face. Sitting up and glaring at them, Freddie rolled his eyes again. This time, he stood up and was about to walk away when one of the kids – he didn’t even know their names, to be honest, he didn’t care – grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around. They were about the same height, so Freddie could take him easily (the boxing classes helped). The only problem were his friends, they outnumbered Freddie and he only knew how to fight one person at a time.

“Where are you going, bucky?” Almost instinctively, he pulled his lips over his teeth and clenched his jaw, hoping no one noticed. They always went for his teeth first, an easy target, and although he didn’t care what they said, he was still self-conscious.

“Leave me alone. I don’t have time to waste with stupid people like you.” Determination and a bored look in his eyes, he turned away again and started to walk away. He thought he had been successfully left alone, until he could hear footsteps running towards him. Instinctively, Freddie also started running as fast as he could to somewhere safe, maybe his room, or a public place like the dining hall – or wait what about the –

His thoughts were cut short when he felt the hard push against his back and the harder ground on his face. He must have gotten distracted, he could usually run fast enough, but not this time. This time they got to him and they were mad. Most of the time, what they said were just empty threats, but Freddie guessed they had enough. Their kicking lasted for what seemed like forever, but it eventually stopped hurting, thankfully. Then they stopped, tired out from running and kicking.

Freddie realized he was still on the ground, unsure of how long he had been lying there. He felt the tears run down his cheeks and quickly wiped them away. Though the bullies left, there could still be people watching, and he couldn’t be seen crying. He got up, composed himself, and started making his way to his room to stay for the remainder of time he was free. Sure, he was hurt, both physically and emotionally, but again, he couldn’t let this get to him. There was always going to be someone who would knock him down and beat on him, and just because it happened now couldn’t deter him from living his life the way he wanted. It couldn’t stop him from being better than them, in every way possible. If anything, this beating and bullying just gave him more motivation to follow his dream of becoming a star… a legend. One day they would look at him on stage, in the newspapers, on the radio, on the television, everywhere, and they would regret how badly they had treated him. He would be thriving, traveling the world, while they were suffering at a boring job in the same town they grew up in.

He’ll tower over them in every way. Yeah, he’ll show them. He’ll show everyone just how amazing he could be.

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#freddie mercury #queen #john deacon #brian may #roger taylor #queen band #fanfiction #queen band fanfiction #queen fanction #freddie mercury fanfiction #writing #//homophobic slurs #//bullying #//violence #sorry :(((#this made me sad writing it #but it had to be done

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skzrequests · 6 years ago

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Orange Juice - Seo Changbin

anonymous said : “My pace 24 w changbin? uwu im a sucker for the idea of tattoist bin lmao”

24 ➝ “Is that a tattoo ?”

➵ Pairings : changbin x reader

➵ Warnings : explicit language ; mentions of blood

➵ Genre : tattoo artist!au ; fluff

➵ Word count : 4.3k

➵ Note : me too, anon, me too :’) thank you for requesting this, I’m a sucker for tattooist bin too and for real, I think you just cured my writer’s block, so I can’t thank you enough ! I hope the fic is okay, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think :)

You turned on your heels, looking around for the soy sauce brand you usually bought. Finally finding it, the familiar red and green colours of the label catching your eye, you extended your arm to grab it before you carefully placed it in your cart. Pushing it out of the alley and into the next, you thought about what you had written down on your list of groceries that—of course—you had forgotten on top of the kitchen counter before going out.

What was missing ? You had eggs, milk, cookies, your favourite yogurt, your weekly stock of noodles, pretty much everything you needed.

Orange juice ! Of course, how could you forget ? No orange juice in the morning, no functional you.

Hitting your forehead with your palm at your own forgetfulness, you proceeded to turn around in the middle of the alley to go back to the juice section.

Stopping in front of the numerous orange juice bottles and packs that the store offered, your eyes once more scanned the section for the one you always took.

“Here” someone spoke next to you, but what you saw first was a hand extended to you, holding the bottle you had been looking for, with its childlike doodles of an orange in every colour of the rainbow.

Your eyes widened slightly, brows arching in surprise and thankfulness at the action of—judging by the voice—the man who had somehow found what you’d been looking for.

You looked up, surprised and wondering who it could be, although you did not expect it to be someone you knew.

You were wrong.

You almost didn’t recognise him. Not that his features had changed, he still had that same sharp jaw but soft curves on his face, but he gave off a totally different aura, to the point you weren’t even sure it was him anyway, no matter how much his face and soft smile left no place for doubt.

He was wearing a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt that he’d paired with black distressed jeans and monochrome black Converse. Something you’d never imagined seeing him wearing. But some things never change, and the black ringed cap pushed so far down that it almost completely covered his eyes—it made you wonder how he could see anything—convinced you of the man’s identity.

“Changbin ?!” you almost screamed in disbelief in the middle of the juice section, earning a few glares from the moms around, trying to shop peacefully, and some curious stares from their kids. You didn’t even notice though.

He broke into a smile, cocking his head in the direction of his still extended arm holding the bottle of juice.

“Your favourite, right ?” he asked and smirked when your mouth fell slightly open.

Anticipating your question, he didn’t give you the time to open your mouth again as he explained : “You drank it all the time, back in high school” he said and you felt heat slowly rise to your cheeks, “Can’t remember a day when you didn’t have a bottle in your backpack” he laughed lightly.

You didn’t know what to focus on : how he remembered your favourite brand of orange juice from high school, how much he had changed, how insanely good he looked ? It was way too much at once for your brain to process.

“I- uh” you stuttered, not knowing what to say or where to begin. If your internal alarms could stop blaring in your head, it would be nice. “What are you doing here ?” you finally managed to get out but immediately mentally facepalmed yourself. He’s chasing a tiger, obviously. Come on, this is the grocery store, what could he possibly be doing here, y/n ? you scolded yourself.

He chuckled again, the sound ringing in your ears and bringing you back to reality.

“Well, I guess I, too, need to eat sometimes” he joked and you forced a small laugh out of your throat. Nice job, y/n.

You then just stood there and stared at him, mind completely blank, as if your internal program had stopped working and the computer needed a reboot.

“So ?” Changbin inquired, making you widen your eyes at him again, brows arching, not understanding. “Are you gonna take it or not ?” He finished his sentence as he extended his arm even further.

“Oh, yeah, sorry” was all you could manage to get out as you finally took the orange juice from him, your fingers brushing over his hand in the process.

“It’s okay,” he laughed again, “I didn’t think you’d be that shocked to see me, though” he smirked once more.

You rolled your eyes as you put the bottle down in your cart, next to the soy sauce.

“It’s been years, Changbin, did you expect me to just go and have our super special handshake like that ?” you asked sarcastically.

“We had a handshake ?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

You looked at him with an annoyed expression. “No, we didn’t, idiot” you said and he just let out a small “phew”, resting his now free hand on his chest as if he had been worried about it. You and him were barely friends in high school, it was more like you had common friends so you were aware of each other’s existence. You’d only talked to him for school projects, seeing he was a rather quiet kid, unlike you.

“Oh thank god, I thought I'd forgotten it” he said. Oh, so he really was worried about it then.

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Anyway,” he said as he clasped his hands together, signalling a subject change, “how’s life going ?” he asked and you scoffed.

“I should be asking you that,” you said, “it was you who had no idea what you wanted to do”.

He shrugged. “I guess I found it now” he smiled. “But what about you ?” he asked again.

“Me ? I’m good, I guess,” you started, your face felt hotter than before and you were starting to wonder if it were going to explode at some point if it kept going, so you took off your scarf and turned around to put it in your cart with your groceries while you spoke : “I mean nothing really exciting but I have a job at least” you said, back facing him.

“Hold on,” Changbin stopped you and you whipped around, worried by the tone of his voice, “is that a tattoo ?” he asked as he took a step closer, pointing his finger to the back of your neck where the black curves of music notes peeked out of your shirt.

“Oh that ?” you asked back as he came closer and you turned again to let him see it, tugging your shirt down a little, “yeah it’s a tattoo, why ?” You asked again.

He looked at it for a few seconds without speaking before he stepped back, allowing you to face him again.

“I’m a tattoo artist now” he explained and your eyes grew bigger than they ever had in your life.

“No fucking way ?” You shouted, “That’s freaking awesome !” you exclaimed again and he smiled, fake dusting off his jacket as you laughed and pushed him lightly.

He laughed and spoke up again : “No, but for real, are you that surprised ?”.

You stopped and looked him in the eye.

“Not really. You were always really good at drawing, but I didn’t think you’d have the guts to do it, with the whole marking other people’s skin permanently, you know ?” you told him, “thought the responsibility might have been too much, but I guess I was wrong” you smiled.

You came to realisation that his whole body was covered by his clothes, but surely there was more to see under it all.

“Show me !” You exclaimed as your hands flew to his jacket and you tried to take it off him, “Show me the art !”

He brought his arms closer to his torso, trying to protect himself from your hands that were actually tickling him.

“Y/n !” he called between giggles, “If you want to see me without my clothes that much, you could wait until we’re somewhere a bit more private” he said with yet another smirk.

You instantly retracted your hands, only extending the right one again to hit his shoulder, earning a wince from him.

“Seriously,” he said, “let’s go pay for all that and get out of here” he told you, walking behind you to push your cart towards the check out.

“Oh wow, didn’t it hurt like a bitch ?” you asked as he showed you the intricate designs inked on his elbows, and you grimaced at the thought of the pain.

He grimaced too, as if remembering it perfectly, “Yup, thought I'd never use my arms again and that my bones had gotten pierced by the needle, but here I am” he answered as he sat back down, facing you again.

You nodded while still grimacing, imagining if you did it yourself. Elbows were one of the spots you never wanted to get tattooed for that very reason.

“Wow, I can’t believe you changed that much in just a few years” you confessed honestly, not looking him in the eye as you shook your head down.

“Hey, you changed a lot too,” he shot back, “and I never thought you’d ever get a tattoo but here you are” he said, gesturing his hand over at you.

“I have more than one, you know ?” you said, smiling lightly.

His eyes widened. “What ? More tha- and you didn’t tell me ?” he exclaimed and you laughed out loud, shushing him in the middle of the café—although you were just as noisy as him.

“Yeah, I have one on my thigh and one on my ribs” you said, smiling proudly.

“And you were saying elbows must have hurt when you got a tattoo on your ribs” he shook his head.

“Right” you said, “I must have been crazy to do it”.

“I’d love to see it” he smirked and you chuckled.

“Maybe I'll show you one day, who knows ?” you grinned.

“Oh, I’m sure I'll see it soon” he said and grinned back at you cockily as you blushed furiously and tried not to let it show, biting your inner cheek.

“A-Anyway,” you said, trying to seem unfazed, “I’d love to get a new one. What do you say ?” you asked, a little expectant. You had seen some of the things he had tattooed on himself, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love his style. It was just... so much like him. It was beautiful, mesmerising even, how he turned every simple thing into a piece of art.

Changbin’s eyes lit up and he cracked another smile at you.

“You’d want a tattoo from me ?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised, but mostly flattered, coming from you.

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously, duh ? It’s amazing, and besides, you’re an old friend, so that’d mean something else too, right ?” you told him.

“What you got in mind ?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Surprise me”.

After that unexpected encounter with him in the supermarket, and after you’d gone to a café and talked for hours, you were now headed to the tattoo parlour Changbin worked at, a week and a half later, ready to get that new tattoo you wanted so much.

At this point, you were pretty much convinced of two things : one, this tattoo would definitely be your favourite out of all the ones you’d be getting ; and two, you were undeniably crushing on Changbin.

You felt annoyed about it, because you felt like a living cliché walking around, falling for a guy you’d never talked to that much in high school after miraculously meeting him years later, after puberty had finally done its job (right). But you brushed it off, maybe it wasn’t the right time for you to get into a relationship yet, and nothing told you he was interested in you anyway. You’d probably been staying awake at night for the past days for nothing.

Still, you wanted that tattoo, and you liked Changbin’s company, so at least, you wanted to become friends with him. Who knew ? Maybe one day, he’d even offer you a free tattoo.

Picking up your pace a little to escape the cold, you walked up to the front door of the shop and pushed it open, making your way inside. You sighed in relief when you felt the warmth on your cheeks, your whole body unfreezing little by little.

You turned to the counter and greeted the girl behind it warmly and she returned a smile.

“You’re here for Changbin, right ?” she asked and you blinked a few times, taken aback by the bluntness. “You’re y/n, right ?” she pushed further. You couldn’t do anything but nod. She smiled at you again, although it looked like a bit of a smirk, as she told you to follow her and walked to the back of the shop.

She stopped in front of a closed curtain and pushed it to the side, peeking her head inside.

“Y/n is here,” she said, “you ready ?” she asked him. There was no audible answer, but he must have said he was because she stepped back and pointed behind her with her thumb, indicating you to go in.

You thanked her and pushed the curtain again, curiously eyeing the inside of the room before stepping in.

Changbin was sitting in his work chair, smiling softly when he saw you enter. You smiled back, feeling your heartbeat pick up a little.

“Hey” you greeted him, somehow your voice managed to crack, no matter how short that was, and you hated yourself for it.

Changbin’s smile widened, “Hey” he said back. “Stressed ?” he asked and you shook your head in response.

“No, it’s not like it’s my first time anyway” you joked and he bit his lip, looking down and away from your eyes.

“Right” he commented, followed by a discreet chuckle.

You pursed your lips. Way to go, y/n. When would you stop making things uncomfortable ? Probably the day you died, because that was the only moment you’d finally shut up.

Brushing it off, you cleared your throat, making Changbin look up at you again from his sitting position.

“So, uh, what you got ?” you asked, feeling the heat from both the embarrassment and the fact Changbin looked like a god right in front of you in that very moment. It was hard to keep your gaze on him, and yet at the same time you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of his figure.

“Uh ? Oh, yeah right” he came back to his senses and spun his chair around to his desk, pushing a pile of papers as he looked for his design.

You waited as patiently as you could, feeling your guts twist a little in anticipation while he kept making a mess before you.

“Ha !” he exclaimed as he picked a piece of paper and held it up, turning around with a proud smile on his face as he showed it to you.

Taking the paper, your eyes widened at the pleasant surprise you found drawn on it.

Pursing your lips again to try and contain your laugh, it was to no help as you burst out laughing, bending in half as you held your sides.

Changbin watched you, smirking proudly. He chuckled when he saw you wipe the corners of your eyes from how hard you’d been laughing.

“Changbin, oh my gosh...” you trailed as you tried to steady your breathing, holding the paper in front of you so you could take a good look at it once more.

“What ? You didn’t specify anything about the size.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Changbin, that’s not it,” you said, not taking your eyes off of the drawing before your eyes.

“You don’t like it ?” he asked you, panic suddenly taking over him evident in his voice as he sat straight up.

That’s when you finally ripped your eyes off the sheet, eyes wide as you thought it was obvious that was not it.

“Are you kidding me ?” you said, not easing Changbin’s worries with the tone of your voice as he tensed up a bit more. “Changbin, I love it.” you stated and watched him slump back in his seat with a long sigh of relief.

“My heart is beating normally again” he said, resting his right hand on his chest over his heart.

“This is genius,” you continued, looking back at his drawing again. The carton of orange juice seemed to be looking back at you on the paper, although it had no eyes. There was even a small orange doodle on it, just like on the one you always bought. You chuckled lightly and Changbin smiled as he watched you. “I just... I never expected this but it’s perfect.” you spoke your mind and looked at him. He was a genius. That was the best thing he could have suggested. It was so much like him, so much like you, and it would mean so much more than anything else would have.

You handed him the sheet back and he set in on his desk, smile never fading as he spun around to put it down.

“Where do you want it ?” he asked as he spun around again to face you.

That, you had not thought of, since you didn’t know what to expect. You shrugged. “Where do you want to tattoo it ?” you asked back with a sly smile.

He pursed his lips, still looking you in the eye, as he thought.

“It’ll be your arm, then” he said and you smiled, nodding. “Get yourself ready” he motioned for you to take off your coat, “I’ll go get the stencil printed.” he instructed and left the room, leaving you alone as you removed your winter coat and scarf before hanging them. You sat down, looking around at the drawings adorning the walls of the room. You could see which ones were Changbin’s and which ones weren’t. He just had that thing, and it made everything he drew unique and easily recognisable.

You rolled up your sleeve over your right arm, looking one last time at your skin before it got inked.

Changbin stepped back in, startling you a little as you hadn’t heard him come back. He smiled at you again and showed you two stencils, two different sizes. Same drawing, though.

“Which one ?” he asked as he held up both stencils next to each other.

You thought for a second. “Maybe the smaller one ? It has to fit on my arm, after all” you said and he licked his lips, letting his hands fall down at his sides.

“Let’s go then” he said.

He told you to stand up and you obliged. Changbin took his sweet time to put on some gloves and pour some liquid on a compress.

He rolled his chair over to you and rubbed your shoulder and down your arm with it. The cold contact made you shiver a bit, although you knew it was mixed with anticipation. You’d never wanted a tattoo so bad.

“Ok, time for the stencil. You stay relaxed and remember to breathe or it’ll look weird” he instructed and you smiled.

“Yes sir, I know how tattoos work” you told him as your eyes shifted to your right to meet his annoyed ones.

“Let me do my job, will you ?” he said as he prepared the design. You smiled to yourself.

He applied the sticky drawing right under your shoulder, rubbing it lightly at the borders. He rolled back a little to look at it and gave you a thumbs up, satisfied.

You looked at the blue drawing on your arm. This was gonna look so good.

Changbin instructed you to sit down in his work chair as he turned to prepare the ink and needle. He rubbed your arm with another compress before taking his work tool in his hand and rolling back to your side, the noise the machine made making you bite your lip.

“Ready ?” he looked at you with raised eyebrows as he rolled your sleeve back up.

“I’ve been waiting for this my whole life” you cracked a big smile.

Changbin cocked his head a little as he scoffed. “Let’s do this” he said.

He brought the needle down.

You winced a little, reminding yourself to keep breathing and stay relaxed as Changbin ran the needle on (more like in) your arm repeatedly.

It was almost over, and you knew it, but that was exactly why it hurt even more now. Your skin was on fire after getting pierced through for so long, and you’d been bleeding quite a lot. More than you and Changbin had expected. It was a surprise, because it was only the arm and it was just a small tattoo. Y/n, you weak bitch.

There were only a few minutes left to endure. It hadn’t taken long, since it was small, and you were glad because somehow, it hurt a lot more than you had expected. Not as bad as the ribs, but worse than you’d thought.

Changbin straightened up next to you, turning around to grab some paper towels and this unidentified refreshing liquid he poured on your arm before he rubbed it. You felt the pain ease, soothing you instantly.

He looked at you, eyes shining and smiling brightly : “All done !” he announced, beaming with pride.

You sighed in relief as you got up while he cleaned his tools next to you.

“There’s a mirror right there” he pointed at the back of the room, opposite his desk.

Seeing a small bit of tattoo flashing on your arm in your reflection as you moved closer to it, you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face, only growing bigger when you turned to see it completely.

It looked amazing. It was so simple, and yet so elaborate. You had no words for it. No words would do it justice, and no words could express how you felt at that very moment.

You turned back when Changbin called you to wrap your arm up. As he placed the transparent food wrap around your arm, he asked : “So, anything to say ?”

You looked up at him, blushing at the proximity. Gosh, he really was insanely handsome.

“I don’t know what to say, to be honest. I can’t find anything to say.” you told him truthfully. “Thank you, Changbin”.

He gave you a lopsided smile as he patted your arm after finishing.

“It’s my pleasure” he said.

You stayed there for a second, looking at him with a soft smile.

“How much do I owe you ?” you asked, walking to your coat to take your wallet out.

Changbin grabbed your forearm, careful not to touch you on your new tattoo. You turned around, quaking an eyebrow at him questioningly.

“You don’t owe me anything, let’s say it’s a high school reunion present” he said and flashed you an eye smile that melted your heart.

“No way, I can’t let you do that ! It’s too much” you shook your head, turning fully as he let go of your arm.

“It’s fine, really” he said as he got up to grab your coat and scarf before handing them to you and pushing you out, hand on the small of your back.

You made your way back to the front desk, carefully sliding your right arm into your coat’s sleeve as you put your clothes back on before stepping out, Changbin right behind you.

Flipping your scarf over your shoulder, you sighed.

“Okay, then I'll get going” you said. “Thank you again, and uh, I'll see you soon I guess ?” you told Changbin, the last part coming out as more of a question as you felt unsure about it.

He simply nodded and let out a small “Sure” and you awkwardly nodded back before you turned on your heels and stepped out, letting the cold wind hit your face with its blow.

You could always come back to get another tattoo from him anyway. Maybe you’d meet again at the grocery store. There was a chance you’d run into each other on the streets. Or maybe your high school would finally organise an alumni reunion and you’d get to see him again. Was it going to end just like this ? You couldn’t stand the thought of it.

You’d been walking a few metres only when you got interrupted in your train of thoughts by a voice calling your name. You turned back, curious.

Changbin jogged up to your level, wearing only a t-shirt, stopping right in front of you.

“Wait I-I uh,” he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “I just realised uh, I don- I don’t have your number, so if you have any problems or-”

“Changbin,” you cut him off as he started fiddling with his fingers, “just kiss me already” you said bluntly.

He gaped at you and stuttered something you couldn’t quite make out, but he stepped closer to you and took your face in his hands nonetheless, crashing his lips on yours.

In the end, you were the one to be surprised.

He pulled away and looked in your eyes. He seemed shocked at what he’d just done, but showed no regret in doing it. Where had his confident flirty self gone, though ?

His eyes were as wide as yours, not believing what had just happened himself. Still, he asked you : “Wanna do that again ?”

You nodded quickly, “S-Sure, but let’s get back inside before you freeze to death” you told him and he cracked a smile before laughing lightly.

“I’ll go get my coat” he said as he turned around, “wanna go grab some orange juice at the grocery store ?” he shot at you.

You smiled. There it was.

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