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im-whatchamccallit · 4 years ago

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You Get Injured During a Performance//ATEEZ

(A/N: I hate that I type the way I talk. I feel like it doesn’t make sense to other people lol)

Hongjoong

You laid on the stage with your arm covering your eyes as the lights were too bright for your liking, shaking and sweating as you struggled to breathe, your senses going into overload from the adrenaline pumping through your body. You were doing a performance for MAMA and obviously wanted your group to stand out, your company deciding an acrobatic-based performance would be the best way to go. Unfortunately, you allowed your hand to slip beneath you during your backflips, landing on your back with an audibly agonizing thud, any attempt at standing causing a bolt of pain to hit you, your body giving up as you remained still.

It took two minutes for everyone to notice you were immobile and still on the ground, the music ending abruptly and lights shutting off as your group members and staff scrambled to your side. You could hear all the concerned commotion, your lips trembling in an attempt to speak and finally mustering up a weak ‘everything hurts’. Your words echoed throughout the blacked out room before the staff hurriedly turned off your mic, not wanting to raise any more concern with the artist waiting in confusion, but their hopes were pretty much ignored as Hongjoong rushed from his seat and towards the stage, ignoring the few people attempting to stop him on his way to you.

It felt like a scene in a movie, but Hongjoong couldn’t tell if it was romance or horror, his eyes widening as someone rushed to place an oxygen mask over your face, informing everyone that she had called for paramedics. There was a strange feeling in Hongjoong’s chest, having seen you bedridden from the flu and your period, but this felt more extreme and the pressure was starting to weigh on him. But watching you cry and wince with each breath made the leader in him take charge, crouching down to your side and grabbing onto your hand, your arm trying to move from your face to see who was beside you.

“It’s okay, (Y/n), it’s me. You’re gonna be okay.”

“J-joong… I can’t breathe.”

“I know, but the paramedics are coming soon and they’ll get you to the hospital and you’ll be better.” He was lying through his teeth, uncertain of how this entire situation would play out. He bit his bottom lip to hold back all the emotions he truly felt when your hand squeezed his, knowing it’d be a matter of time before they spilled out.

“Are you going with me?”

“Of course I am. I’m staying with you until you’re alright.”

“Excuse me!” A female voice called through the commotion, three other people dressed in uniforms approaching before squatting down to your level.

Hongjoong reluctantly released your hand, allowing them to carefully lift you onto the gurney, replacing the studio provided oxygen mask with one of their own, your arm now at your side allowing you to glance around for the one person that said they’d be there with you.

“I’m right behind you, baby, don’t worry.” As soon as the words left his mouth, his cheerful and hopeful tone turned to desperation and fear, his gaze turning to the paramedic closest to him.

“Will it be alright if I ride along with her?”

The woman exchanged a few words with the others assisting you, turning back to him and nodding, Hongjoong not wasting a second to be at your side once more.

Seonghwa

You let out a breath of relief as the staff finally set you into a sofa backstage, adjusting your body so that your ankle was elevated with a pillow beneath it.

You were embarrassed that you tripped during your performance that required you to wear 8 inch stilettos, but applauded yourself for powering through, although your dance break was probably laughable considering you couldn’t put weight on your left foot, your ankle throbbing in agonizing pain before you collapsed just as it was all over.

Unfortunately, your mishap and pain didn’t go unnoticed, Seonghwa practically bursting through the door and rushing to your side, his eyes filled with worry as you tried hard not to roll yours. Seonghwa has a habit of being a bit overdramatic, his behavior making a somewhat minor situation go from manageable to unbearable and, right now, you were praying it’d stay manageable.

“Are you okay, baby? Do you need medicine? Pain killers? Water? Can someone bring her a wate-“

“I’m fine!” You snapped, trying to keep your voice at a low and calm level, glancing to the man sitting next to you that refused to relax his panicked face.

“I’m heading to the hospital soon, they’ll do an x-ray, let me know I’m fine, and I’ll be back in my dorm safe and sound.” You reassured him knowing he needed it more than you.

“Okay... but you should head there now. You know that what feels like a normal sprain could be something much worse?”

“Seonghwa...” You warned, knowing he’ll say something completely out of pocket that’ll make you just as scared as him.

“I think sometimes the bone completely breaks and can damage the nerves and tissue, then your foot will have to be amputated.”

“Seonghwa!” You cried, the idea that the sharp pain you felt was possibly your fragile bones no longer being functional, you attempting to dance on it causing bits and pieces of it to break off and pierce the surrounding meat. That didn’t sound logical or right, but you were a firm believer that anything could happen.

“But we need to stay positive. I’ll be the positivity we both need.” Seonghwa’s once scared demeanor shifted to a comforting, almost nonchalant one, wrapping his arms around you to soothe your now terrified form.

Yunho

Unfortunately, Ateez had to perform at the same awards show as your group, so when you suddenly dropped on stage in pain before your group members rushed to carry you backstage, he wasn’t allowed to aid you. It was even worse when you texted him you were at the hospital, Yunho feeling deflated considering you two were just feet apart as it happened but he couldn’t check on you then and there.

He didn’t even wait until the awards were over, leaving immediately after their stage to be by your side, not sure what to expect once seeing you. He could only picture the kind of distress you’d be in, the pained expression and yell you let out on stage replaying in his mind.

But, upon meeting you, you were sitting in bed with a cup of jello, almost four empty cups of the same snack on a bedside tray as you stared at the television in amusement, finally noticing the frantic boy’s presence.

“You came! Come here!” You said excitedly, Yunho confused as to why you weren’t in tears about your leg that was currently suspended by a sling, but he washed the bewilderment away to smile at you, telling himself that as long as you were alright, there was no need to freak out.

“I’m guessing you’re okay?” He questioned, moving closer to your bed while debating if he should lay next to you, opting to stand and just hold your hand once you placed your spoon and gelatin down.

“Yeah, they said it may just be a meniscus tear. Once they come back with the x-ray, they’ll let me know if I need surgery.”

“S-surgery?” Yunho reminded himself to stay calm, trying to find anything to say to keep the moment lighthearted for your sake.

“Uh.. well, all the best dancers get injured like this, so... good job on being the best.” He said as confidently as he could, mindlessly raising his hand to give you a high five in an attempt to seem normal and hide his concern, your palm meeting his with your usual bright smile as you obviously couldn’t read his emotions.

Yunho mentally slapped himself for making the situation relaxed to almost unimportant, his panic worsening now that you were even more at ease with your condition despite neither of you having any idea what the results would bring.

Yeosang

“I told you not to go out there when you told me you were already in pain, and what do you do?” Yeosang said bitterly, watching as you lied on your stomach in the hospital bed, avoiding his gaze.

“I went out there...” you muttered sadly, trying to turn onto your side to further avoid the obvious anger radiating from his body.

“Stay still.” You immediately stopped at the command, feeling like a child being scolded by their parent at this point.

You had told Yeosang weeks prior that you were having back pain, a stiffness that you relieved with an hour or two of yoga before continuing on to practice, only for the pain to return. It’s been like this for months and you thought it wouldn’t be an issue, that is until you were due to perform and the pain hit you with the intensity of a semi-truck, your body collapsing as you blacked out for almost an hour, awakened in a hospital bed with no real recollection of the previous events.

You knew Yeosang was worried about you and, even if his tone was stern and angry, he was honestly scared. He knew you were a hard worker and always pushed through your pain as if it were no big deal, trusting that you knew your body better than he did, but seeing you groaning that your legs and lower back hurt from the years of strain put on your clearly exhausted body, was the final straw for him.

“You won’t be promoting for the next comeback and maybe even the one after that. You need to rest.” He said in a definite tone, your eyes rolling at the sudden authoritative behavior.

“You know you have no control over that. Besides, we already recorded everything for the album. I won’t make them redo everything because-“

“They have time to re-record everything and you need to take it easy, because your group won’t last if the doctor tells you your spine is still as fucked up as it was last year!”

The once strict voice wasn’t strict anymore, but laced in concern and exhaustion, Yeosang tired of having to pretend you can handle this on your own knowing you were just on the verge of destroying your body. You swallowed hard and tried to ignore the heat rising to your face, slightly embarrassed from the admonishment but also now realizing you were selfishly causing distress to not only your group and yourself but to your boyfriend who could barely concentrate during his own practices because of his anxiety. Besides, a few months off work didn’t seem too bad, right?

“Can you at least tell them I’m sorry?” Your voice was small, head turned away to keep Yeosang from seeing your tear-brimmed eyes, but he slowly places his hand to your head and massaged your scalp gently to soothe you.

“Of course.”

San

They told you the performance would be so cool if you and your members arrived on stage from a rising platform, and it was, until the platform slowly sank back down in the middle of said performance, leaving an open space that caused you to fall down a 3-feet deep trap door and onto your knees, everyone’s eyes widening as they watched you disappear in the blink of an eye.

While the show kept going, everyone slowly starting to wonder what exactly just happened, San was looking to his members in panic, asking them if you’d be okay and if he should check on you. He knew how trap doors worked and how a harsh impact like that, even from a short distance, would hurt, and it only made him freak out more.

Because Ateez’s popularity was at an all time high recently, Hongjoong advised him to stay for the remainder of the show, not wanting to make a bad impression or cause an unnecessary and stupid scandal. So San stayed, taking deep breaths while forcing a smile and his usually hyped behavior for the cameras while his mind kept drifting to you, wondering if you were alright and the fall wasn’t as bad as it seemed. But then, a miracle came, a break for all idols and guest to head to the restroom if needed.

San didn’t waste a second before sprinting out of the area and towards the backstage rooms, not sure of where you were but not bothering to ask any of the staff either. His ears picked up on a familiar voice just next to him, the tone whiny and almost annoyed, the same voice you used whenever you couldn’t have your way.

“I was just trying to get an ice pack!”

“We’ll bring it to you but you can’t move! Your knee is really swollen!” The leader of your group said firmly, your eyes shutting to keep you from rolling them.

Sure, you were in pain since your left knee took most of the impact, but everyone crowding around you made you feel frazzled, almost like you needed to escape. It was unbearable. Your eyes opened to the sound of San’s hurried but gentle greetings to everyone, sitting at your side and carefully moving your legs to lay across his lap, the angle much more comfortable than you sitting upright.

“Are you okay?” San asked, his eyes scanning you before landing on your knee, bright red with yellow and blue undertones, an almost inaudible gasp leaving his lips.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just swollen. But I’m kinda being held prisoner here.” You half-joked, eyeing your leader as she handed you the cold plastic packet, San grabbing it first to apply it to your bruise.

“How about we go back out to watch the rest of the awards? There’ll be enough space for you to breathe.”

“What? She needs to go to the hospital, San!” She said, seeing this all before and not dealing with it again.

“It’s only a swollen knee.” He defended, not listening to her as he scooted you further onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you, preparing to carry you back to the seating area, knowing he’s spent too much time there.

“And it will only get worse if not treated properly. You always give her what she wants when she’s whiny like this but it’s not what she needs.”

San thought over her words. He did always give you what you wanted when you were hurt or sick, knowing it wouldn’t heal you but surely make you feel better. But if he did what was best, you’d probably be upset with him, something he wasn’t very fond of. But he was running out of time and needed to make a choice now, for better or worse.

“Just text me when you guys leave the hospital, okay?”

Your jaw dropped in shock and anger while your leader smirked triumphantly, helping to move you from San so your manager could carry you to his car, your glare never leaving San’s while you left the room and headed in opposite directions. All he could do now was mentally prepare for the attitude you’d give him later.

Mingi

The lightening techs were positive they checked that the light fixtures were secure. They were POSITIVE they were secure. So why did one fall right next to you, hitting your shoulder in the process as it dragged you down? It was a miracle when you managed to get up, gripping your shoulder in pain as you tried to continue performing, looking up at each light and flinching as you stood beneath them, terrified that the next time it fell, you wouldn’t get up at all.

Your professionalism was applauded despite the fact a few staff members were probably getting chewed out for the mishap, your body dragging itself off stage as you ignored the sometimes dull but sometimes noticeably sharp throbbing.

Watching you rebound from that made Mingi believe you were fine, a bit shaken up but not too scarred, but he also watched as you clutched your arm as you hurried off stage, obviously not being as alright as he first thought. Some minutes passed before you were in your regular attire and heading back to your seat just behind and the rest of Ateez, his eyes finding yours as you gave a reassuring smile.

“Is your arm okay?” He asked, turning to give you his full attention as you looked to the exposed side of your one shouldered dress, a large bruise forming on the skin that was originally clear.

“I think it’s okay. Wanna touch it?” You smirked, leaning forward so he could get a better look at it.

You seemed fine but he was hesitant, looking between the purple and yellow blemish to your amused face. What if there was some internal damage and him touching it made it worse? What if a single touch managed to dislocate your shoulder? So many thoughts were running through his mind and you rolled your eyes impatiently.

“I won’t die, Mingi. Just touch it.” You insisted.

The frightened boy finally gave in and gently pressed it with his index finger, an alarmingly loud cry leaving your mouth and drawing the attention of people nearby, his face filling with horror and panic as he apologized repeatedly, a grin breaking out on your face as you laughed loudly, showing that you weren’t sore in anyway, having took pain killers as soon as you were off stage.

Mingi huffed, pouting angrily before turning back to the awards, no longer wanting to be bothered with your pranks. Even with you apologizing and admitting it did kinda hurt, he was unsure of what to believe, opting to not touch you at all.

Wooyoung

It was the most heart wrenching, blood curling noise Wooyoung has ever heard, his body bolting up immediately as you let out the pained screech before collapsing to the ground, hands gripping and clawing at your head, your group members trying so desperately to carry on but everyone was distracted by the scene, none of them sure of what had just occurred.

Your manager quickly rushed on stage to grab you, dragging you away as the others continued, your teeth gritting in pain from the sudden electric shock your earpiece gave. You were set into a chair just off stage, being offered water or anything else to calm you down but you were in shock (no pun intended), unable to concentrate on anyone or anything as your ear rang violently, and all you could do was try to bring yourself back to reality.

And Wooyoung was just the same as you. Your hands moved so fast to throw your earpiece away that no one seemed to notice, their final judgement that you had some breakdown mid-performance, the rumors and allegations already brewing and he could do nothing but sit by and listen. Where was the sympathy? Why was everyone more worried about whether you were crazy than if you were fine and not overworking yourself? It was beginning to piss him off and the boys were the ones to get an earful of his anger.

Instead of waiting to see if you’d be fine, he stormed out of the large atrium and made his way backstage, luckily running into you immediately to see you staring at the ground, your manager and group members at your side while staff occasionally stopped by to make sure you were fine. Wooyoung didn’t hesitate to approach, practically pushing everyone away as he kneeled in front of you, his hands holding onto yours as his concerned eyes bore into your distant ones.

“Baby, are you alright? What happened?” He asked softly, watching your eyes flicker to him and show the first sign of life since you were brought back.

“M-my earpiece malfunctioned and shocked me. I couldn’t really hear for a bit but I’m fine now.” You gave a small smile, hoping to reassure all of them you were fine but it wasn’t fooling anyone, your face dropping once again as you spoke lowly, admitting you thought you were deaf considering the silence lasted for five minutes.

Wooyoung didn’t bother to speak anymore, knowing the last place you’d want to be is here in front of so many people after something scary like that, his hands guiding you to stand with him before informing everyone he’d be taking you home, not waiting on their objections before leading you out, much to your relief.

Jongho

Going solo from your group was a terrifying yet exciting experience, even more so when you were set to perform alone for an awards show. You’ve dreamt of this moment ever since you were a kid, and now it was finally coming true, every thing you trained so hard for coming together. Until one of your back up dancers ruined it.

Considering you typically danced with eight other girls at your side, the eight dancers behind, a good mix of male and female, made up for the obvious absence. But throughout all the rehearsals and times you’ve done this routine with them, one of the men misstepped, the spacing between you and him way too close. You held the mic at an angle to capture your voice perfectly, somewhere between your nose and upper lip, his arms swinging outwards and knocking the mic harshly into your face. The impact was heavy, the shifting of your nose being felt as you stumbled backwards, clutching your face that was now leaking crimson.

Ateez were preparing in the backstage area to perform after the next few awards were given but all preparation stopped as staff and members alike watched as you bled out on the stage from the television hanging in the wall’s upper corner, the dancers rushing to your side to assist you as you tried hard to not cry, instead apologizing into the microphone to the various artist and fans that were in attendance.

You had worked so hard for that stage and it was ruined in a matter of minutes. Jongho’s heart clenched at the thought that you were probably beating yourself up over this, knowing you won’t get a second chance or a redo for something that wasn’t your fault. Everything happened so fast, that they didn’t even realize two MCs came to name the nominees for the awards. Jongho excused himself from the room, knowing he only had a few minutes before he had to go out.

It wasn’t hard for him to find you, following the sound of loud sobs that were just a few feet away, Jongho calmly approaching to see you leaning against a wall with blood stained tissue in both nostrils, your eye makeup running as your tears continued to flow, your already difficult and harsh breathing turning to hiccups. You were a disaster, and it was exactly what Jongho prepared for.

You didn’t realize it was him holding onto you until you looked up, only causing you to sob more, even more disappointed in yourself that he had to see your first award show performance go down in flames.

“I messed up!”

“It wasn’t your fault.” He reassured you, rubbing his hands along your back as you buried your face in his neck, potentially ruining his outfit but that was the least of his concerns.

Jongho slowly lifted your head to look at you. Besides the fact your nose was currently crooked, probably broken from the mic, he still thought you were beautiful. Although the moment didn’t seem appropriate for vain compliments, he knew he had to at least comfort you for the time being and this was just the way to do it.

“Hey, pretty girls shouldn’t cry. It’ll ruin your make up.”

“Why not? Everything else is already ruined...”

“But if it’s like your make up, we can fix it, it’s just gonna take some time.” He spoke softly, your eyes meeting his as he carefully used his thumb as to wipe away a few stray tears.

The sound of heavy footsteps in both directions alarmed the two of you, Seonghwa and Yeosang behind Jongho telling him they needed to hurry and apply their mics and earpieces before they went on, your manager behind you saying his car was ready to take you to the hospital. You looked at Jongho with an expression that silently begged him to stay with you, him being the only person to calm you down from your literal shitshow. But he knew better, wanting to be both a good boyfriend and responsible for his own career simultaneously. Again, he was prepared for this.

“I have to go, but you’ll text me when you get there and I’ll text you when I’m on my way. And no more crying, okay?”

His tone was firm but light. You gave a somewhat confident nod before he pulled you into another snug but gentle embrace, slowly releasing you to allow your manager to guide you out the emergency exit, turning on his own heels to catch up to his hyungs.

Jongho was fairly proud of himself for how he handled the situation, not certain that if the injury were much worse that he’d be as cool, but that was something he hoped he’d never have to face, especially with you.

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stephiebutton · 5 years ago

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So on Thursday before Coachella, my friend (who bows at the Altar of Ariana) sent me Ari’s posts on IG — one of the *NSYNC pay per view concert in which baby Ari was in the audience; and the new video of her lip syncing to Tearin’ Up My Heart. I thought maybe he was trying to convert me to an Arianator, but I honestly didn’t think much of it, nor did he, so I was just like ok, that’s cute!

On Friday, I had several people text me over a two hour timeframe when the rumors started spreading that *NSYNC may be playing Coachella—all while I was at work and couldn’t really wrap my head around it or even take the time to research it myself. At first I was like REALLY? Then I was like REALLY! By Friday evening, I knew something was going to go down, I just didn’t know what. I had convinced myself that they were going to perform, and that I had to be there, and I even researched flights and tickets; but then, I convinced myself that they were only going to introduce her, and I didn’t need to go. I was scheduled to close at work Sunday night, so I basically threw my hands in the air and was like “Oh well, I can’t go.”

Saturday rolled around, and I had a nagging feeling that I needed to try harder to make it happen, because whatever was going down was something that I needed to see. I knew that if I didn’t try everything I could, I would regret it. I had to close at work Saturday night, which means I had to be there around 3pm and work until 11:30pm. The gal that was scheduled to open on Sunday was still there when I arrived, so as she was getting ready to leave, I said “I need a favor...” and for some reason, I hesitated in asking her, like I didn’t really know what to say or how to say it, like the answer could actually change my life, so I just looked at her with a weird sideways smile, then finally asked if she could switch with me, so I come back and open Sunday morning instead of closing. She said she had to check with her family and see if they had plans, and she would get back to me. Thirty minutes after she left, she texted and said it was all good, that we could switch! From that point on, everything just snowballed. I had the biggest obstacle out of my way, so now to make the rest happen...

I went back and fourth about a ticket to the event. At first, I was like, “I’ll figure it out when I get down there,” like I usually do for most concerts I attend. I checked Stub Hub first, and was willing to pay whatever I needed to, but the only problem with that was because Coachella uses wristbands, not tickets, all bands had to be picked up in person. I called them to see what the latest pick up time was, and if anyone could pick up for me, and all other options I could think to exhaust, but it ended up not working out since I wasn’t going to get down there until much later. At that point, I was like “YOLO, I’ll find someone selling one outside!” But then I realized how late I was going to get there, and was like, “dude, if I don’t have a ticket by time I get there, no one is going to be hawking them; so I’m screwed!”

Then finally, I turned to the one place that scares me the most, Craigslist! I went through the posts, most were wristbands for Weekend 2, but I found one for Weekend 1, advertised for the cheapest I had seen any advertised, anywhere! I replied via text immediately, really not thinking I’d get a reply since the event was well underway and the wristband had probably already been sold. To my surprise, within minutes, the postee replied. I asked if it was still available, and he (I didn’t know if it was a he, she or other at the time) replied that yes, it was, but someone was supposed to pick it up later. But he also said that so many people had flaked already, that he wasn’t counting on it. After confirming it was a Weekend 1 wristband, I told him that I wanted it, 100%, guaranteed! The only problem was that he had advertised it from San Francisco and I was across the Bay, and I wouldn’t be able to pick it up until after midnight. He then replied that he was actually in Oakland, which happened to be the city right next to me! I couldn’t believe it! Aaaaand, it was only $200, which happened to be the EXACT amount of money I had in my wallet, and usually I don’t carry any cash at all! I let the mid shift manager know that I had to step out to make a miracle happen!

I’m not going to lie, I was like, “what if it’s a serial killer?!” “What if it’s a ploy to rob me?!” “Am I going to die?!” So I shared the address with the other manager in case the cops needed to know where to find my body. Two associates hugged me in case they never saw me again, and I was on my way. I texted the other manager when I got to the pick up spot, but I didn’t see her reply immediately, so I didn’t reply right away. She was worried that the “Craigslist murderer” kidnapped me and had been the one to text her that I was there safely, even though he had probably already cut me into pieces, just to throw off suspicion. 😂😂 😂 (we may or may not have seen too many SVUs or CSIs). All in all, it took less than 10 minutes to get there, less than 5 minutes for the exchange, and less than 10 minutes back. The course of my life changed in less than a lunch break! Now the second hurdle had been cleared.

I texted a few friends a picture of the Coachella box and they were all in semi-disbelief/not really surprised/kinda amazed/planning my *NSYNC junkie intervention. But they knew, if anyone was going on this adventure, it was me!

I had posted on Facebook trying to get someone to ride down to So Cal with me, so that I wasn’t traveling alone (I would have anyways, but company is always appreciated on long journeys). I was trying to talk my friends and fellow fans into winging it and coming along, but no bites. Finally, at about 9pm, one of my cousins replied and said she, her husband, and their baby girl were considering going down to Disney to join some of their family, and if I was still looking for some road dogs, they were in.

Schedule, check; wristband, check; road dogs, check. Everything was coming together.

I was home from work at 11:30pm, picked a few outfits, packed, showered, and was in bed by 2am. I met with my mom at 6:30am to exchange cars since hers was a little bit more current with the maintenance, and then I was back at work at 7am to get the building open and operating. The morning is still a blur. My fellow manager arrived at 11am, and I was out the doors by 11:30. I met my cousin and family at noon, and we were on our way. We got an hour into the drive and then the gas light came on. I was so excited that I had freaking forgot to get gas before we left! Like it never even crossed my mind. I had one mission, and I forgot all the steps I still needed to take to get there 😂. Luckily we were still close to civilization, so filling up happened, then we proceeded on the adventure of a lifetime. I think we only stopped a couple times for gas and a baby break on that six hour journey to our first stop. Let me tell you, my baby cousin is a true hero! That 5 month old was so well behaved, didn’t need a whole lot, and was just a little trooper. My cousin-in-law did a lot of the driving on the way down and I am so grateful for that, because it had already been a long day leading up to the trip, and it was going to be an even longer night...

We arrived in Anaheim around 6:15pm. They got checked in their room, my cousin-in-law took the car to fill up, while I got ready and prepped for the last two hour stretch of the trip.

I was officially en route to Coachella by 6:45pm. I remember eating very little all day because I just couldn’t, and I remember snacking on an apple and some goldfish during those last two hours to Coachella. (This is irrelevant but I’m throwing in all the deets I can recall).

I had never been anywhere near Coachella or Palm Springs, so I was really disoriented when I finally made it to that last highway before the getting to my destination. Traffic wasn’t horrible, but it was still quite a trek, so I was slowly getting anxiety with each passing minute. I followed directions directly to the fairgrounds, however, it was about 8:45pm at that point, and the streets were blocked a mile in every direction. I circled the area looking for anywhere to park, feeling helpless, I finally pulled over to ask someone what to do, and they informed me that parking had JUST shut down (at this point it was about 9pm). They suggested that I park at a shopping center and Uber in. I found a shopping center 3 miles away and requested an Uber. I was throwing things in my fanny pack trying to get it together because my Uber was on its way. The guy was only able to get me a mile and a half closer because of the street blockages, so I sped walked a mile and a half in, and started the winding path through the gates of Coachella.

I knew Ariana was scheduled to play at 10:30pm, and at this point it was probably 9:30pm, I was close enough, and I knew I would make it. I was no longer worried about making it in, but now I was having major anxiety and freaking out, and semi-crying at what might be happening in the next hour. There was a lot of talking to myself on that walk, the main message to myself was “BITCH BE COOL!” I knew it wouldn’t be a long line, since it was so late and the night was almost over. People were actually leaving as I was walking in and I’m thinking to myself, “don’t you people understand that *NSYNC is about to be on that stage?! Y’all are going to regret leaving early! I wonder how you are going to feel knowing you missed this when everyone would be talking about this in the morning!” But ya know what, not my problem. Their loss!

The walk into the festival felt just as long as the walk to the fairgrounds. It felt like miles of a fenced off path, which was made of dirt, but not just any dirt. The chunks of dirt were so huge, it was like walking on rocks. I was certain I was about to sprain my ankle, but I reminded myself that it would be worth it and the hospital would be there when it was over.

I made it through the gated path, nothing sprained, just a little sweat. I made it through security, and I was IN. I had absolutely no idea where I was going. I threw this trip together so last minute that I had no time to prep. I walked over to a tent covered stage. It was a big stage and I was like is this it?! I was looking for some sign labeling the stage or some list of set times, and found nothing. I asked around, the first two security people I asked were no help! One was so rude, he was like, “I don’t know, did you look at your map!” I’m thinking “mother f-er, don’t you think if I had a map I would know where the F I’m going, why would I waste my precious breath speaking to you?! I was like “dude, I JUST got here and there is no map and I need to know where the main stage is.” So his rude ass referred me to someone else who was nicer, but said that he didn’t know where the main stage was. I’m thinking “are you people kidding me?! How are you working the most popular festival known to mankind and you can’t tell me where the main stage is?!” A little panic started to set in. It was dark, it was getting late, her set was rapidly approaching, and I had no idea where I was going. So finally, I was referred to another guy, who actually pointed me in the right direction. He’s like “its all the way on the other side, past that tent, past the beer garden and you’ll see it.” The act that was on the stage I had first seen upon entrance had just started, and some people were running towards me to get to it, so I was going against traffic, but my destination was clear now. Once I had the stage in my sight, I stopped for a water. The girl selling those very reasonably priced water bottles (only 2 bucks! That was practically free in festival land) was like “I like your shirt” (an *NSYNC crop tee simply styled with *NSYNC across the chest. [PS I DON’T wear crop tops, but I figured, cuando en Coachella right?!]). And I simply asked, “this is the place right?” And she just enthusiastically nodded Yes. It was about to go down. I tried to locate a restroom, because I mean, I had just spent 2+ hours driving and chugging an energy drink and water, making no stops, but there were no restrooms in sight, and I was not about to walk back to the entrance where they were. I had done way too much just to get within eye shot of that stage, I figured, what’s a little pee in my pants?! It was probably gonna happen upon seeing *NSYNC for the first time in 17 years anyways! (PSS I didn’t actually pee my pants. I think my whole body had shut down at the point because nothing more was going to get in my way).

I kinda of walked back and fourth across the field, I walked all the way down the right side. I had one friend there already, but trying to get in contact with anyone in that mass of people was impossible. It was hard to tell where a good spot would be, because a lot of people were sitting down, so getting an accurate read was not happening. I knew just being there was all I needed, regardless of what I could or couldn’t see, but I really did want to see SOMETHING. My brain was all over the place, I was like “I could just start pushing through people. I could go all the way up front but all the way to the side,” the options were limitless. I ultimately didn’t want to cause any drama by pushing through people, I didn’t want a harsh angle of the stage, so I figured if I was semi central I would at least catch a glimpse of whatever was going down, no matter how far back I was standing. I couldn’t actually get centered because the sound and lighting booth was to my left and the people were too packed in to get through any further, not to mention there was a fenced off area in the middle for VIPs. (In fact, that’s where Billie Eilish and Justin Bieber were meeting. I remember seeing the crowd directly around that spot all holding up their lights and phones. I heard rumblings that it was Bieber, but I could not possibly care less, I’m not a fan [again, another irrelevant point, but it’s part of my memory, so whatevs!]) I settled on my spot and reminded myself that being there was enough. I’ve also done enough GA shows to know that when the show starts, people push in and up, so that was going to be my game plan.

By this time, it was probably about 10pm, and I only had thirty minutes to go! I was calm and quiet, because the ONLY thing I wanted in life might actually be happening, and I was there, I was a part of it. Ariana might have been a few minutes behind schedule, and I had no clue when the song I was waiting for would be coming, so I stayed calm and waited for it. It was the fourth song in, and when I heard the first cords to “Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I’m Bored” I immediately started crying, and my camera went up in the air. If *NSYNC was actually going to be there, this was the song. This was my entire trip, the whole saga, coming to its peak, my dreams potentially coming true, 17 years of waiting. This was it!

I honestly couldn’t see much, and I didn’t even see them walk on the stage. This was either going to be the greatest moment of my life, or the biggest disappointment I’ve ever experienced. When the song came to a pause, and she looked over her shoulder, and then uttered the words I’d waited so long to hear again, I lost my whole ass mind. “Ladies and Gentlemen, *NSYNC!” I basically blacked out at that moment, and I only remember bits and pieces. I know I still couldn’t see, but what glimpse I did catch, I really only saw JC at first and I was like “is it just him?” And for a tenth of a second, I was thoroughly confused, but still getting my life and losing my ever loving mind! My eyes darted around, and I finally caught a glimpse of everyone else. (I also still didn’t know if Justin was there or not, because I knew it was physically possible that he be there, albeit, highly unlikely. Honestly, I’ll always love Justin, even though I can’t stand him much of the time, and I did secretly hope he would have made it to this, but I was perfectly fine with the fact that he ultimately wasn’t there). I didn’t know what my camera was recording, and I didn’t care, because this moment was everything. When the song ended, I stopped recording, because that was it...or so I thought. I had never even imagined that there would be more and I was so content with them just singing “It Makes Me Ill.” I didn’t have any time to process because immediately after that ended, “Tearin Up My Heart” started and my blackout went even darker. I managed to get my phone recording again, I still couldn’t see a thing, but it didn’t matter. What I do remember was the people right in front of me, looking back at me, and staring. I still have no idea why, because it could have been my screaming, it’s possible it was my singing, it might have been me sobbing, I may have even bumped them while jumping around. I was not aware of anything I was physically doing. I do remember Ari in the middle hitting that choreography so hard, and when Joey yelled “Let me see you jump!” I think that’s when I snapped back in to reality and I started processing things again. I went even harder with the dancing, singing and jumping, because it was one of those moments when I found myself actively living in the moment, and I wanted to live it the best I could. I’ve probably never smiled that huge in my life. As the song wound down, I stayed recording just in case more was coming (not that I needed anything else, because my life was complete in that moment), so I have them thanking the crowd and Ariana and that was a perfect way to wrap up that video.

Once they cleared the stage, I had to catch my breath, gather myself, and keep

from crumbling to the floor. I remember leaning over with my hands on my knees, trying to get my vision and hearing back. Attempting to process anything that had just happened. I had had a brief exchange with the guy next to me before Ari hit the stage and I was like “I’m here for *NSYNC” and I showed him my shirt. While I was trying to compose myself, he put his hands on my shoulders and was just like “OH MY GOD!” I think that was the general consensus of the crowd, because it was that epic. I stayed for her whole set, and appreciated everything she brought to the stage, but nothing would top *NSYNC. It was one of those show stopping, jaw dropping moments that could never be duplicated.

Because cell service had been so bad during the show, I just put my phone on airplane mode, as to not drain the battery, and I honestly, didn’t give a crap about the outside world. Not a lot of people knew I was going, and I didn’t want to jinx anything, so I kept the details of the trip very quiet, with the exception of a few friends I had texted or messaged directly. So once all was sang and done, I turned airplane off, only to be blasted with texts from friends who knew I was there, checking to see if I was still alive. Because I hadn’t replied immediately, a few of them thought I was dead in the dirt in the desert 😂😂😂😂.

The crowd was clearing out, and I was trying to coordinate a meet up with a friend of mine who scored a wristband earlier that same day. She was the only person I knew there, and I’m so glad I had someone to squeeze after the greatest moment of my life! We went to good ol’ Denny’s to hang out and further bask in the glory of the evening! We had mutual friends, and were pals on social media, but never had the chance to hang out together, so it was great to catch up and squeal about what we witnessed!

Finally, around 2am, I headed out of Indio, and I was on my way home. Yes, this trip was a down and back adventure. I knew it would be brutal, but I knew that it would be worth it. I drove about 3 hours up, and stopped to nap in the car, for what was supposed to be a 30 minute cat nap, but turned into a couple hours 😂. I was on a time crunch because I was due to be back at work at 11am. I got back on the road at 5am and the journey continued. I had exhausted so much energy at the show, that the last five hours of the drive home were harsh! I had to stop several times to stretch and keep my blood flowing, and at one point I knew I wasn’t going to make it to work on time, so I let my manager know. She knew I had gone, and knew I was insane, and was shocked I was still driving home, so she was cool with me coming in an hour or so late 🙏🏻. I made it home to shower and change, then made it to work for another nine hours. Although I was exhausted, I had the comfort of knowing that I had just experienced one of my top two moments in life (the other being the Star Ceremony) and the smile never left my face.

The entire adventure officially lasted less than 48 hours. I’m still amazed that everything went down the way that it did. I’m a strong believer in “if it’s meant to be, it will be.” And this was just another example of that being true for me, and especially when it comes to *NSYNC. I have experienced so many cool things and have countless memories thanks to those guys, and this moment will go down as one of the greatest!

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hyvnmi-blog · 6 years ago

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so my dumb ass decides to spend quality sleeping time creating a blog and doing an intro.. tomorrow’s early rise will surely be an Experience, dear fucking godsdgkljldf. hey guys, i’m jules !! i’m a uni student from canada, thankfully off for the summer, and am.. so obsessed with that hui x somin duet that i went against my desire to play a different fc ( bc im so far up this girl’s ass already ) but.. her abs.. klsgdjl. also excuse the clashing icons in the theme, just added a couple i last had saved until i could make it Perfect tomorrow evening. i’d say more abt myself, but i honestly don’t have the patience dgsjk so below you can read up on seoul’s resident skating brat halle, a bitch who overworks and doesn’t know how to chill long-term !! stats page is HERE for your reading pleasure, plots and what not will be up later on !

└ jeon somin, twenty-three, she/her ┐ this town wouldn’t be complete without chae “halle” hyunmi wondering around. they’re known as the prodigy and have been living here for four years. i hear they really like cranberry salsa, classical music and rain, but can’t stand distractions, laziness and cherries. their sole purpose? i hear it’s to finally become an olympic medalist, but we’ll see how that goes. ( jules, 18+, gmt-3:30, she/her )

honestly she is.. fucked sgjfsgdkl

i’ve had inspo for her after the olympics and rly wanted to use her somewhere, so if some things here seem a little.. idk, farfetched for your taste, we’ll pin it on that sfdgkdfj

this is her as popular vines

so chae hyunmi aka halle, ulsan born, raised in seoul and relocated to toronto, canada with her parents, little sis and partner to train bc..

she’s a figure skater, good enough to win ( .. junior ig ) titles when she was in her early teens, so it was only inevitable for her to leave for toronto to train with the Best eventually

she’s competed in international competitions, as part of a pair, and made her olympic debut in sochi by the skin of her teeth; her highest placement was third place ( not at sochi pls sgjkld she prob ranked in the top ten at best ), so she’s got a medal or two to her name

ultimately it was after sochi that she saw her coach and ( ex ) partner intervene with her.. unhealthy practicing habits

she’s a perfectionist through and through, so of course she’d spend hours on the ice at just seventeen/eighteen years old, even younger tbh, to get a routine right. but she pushed herself harder and harder, where small missteps would lead her to fall hard and recover for days on end, even spraining her ankle just before competition season was to begin

so when her coach insisted she take a break, her parents following suit, it was with good reason — one that she didn’t fucking see fsdkgkl

even so, them pushing her to prioritize education for a bit, to get ahead of the skaters who would prob only be able to do so upon retirement in a good few years’ time, and hanging up her skates until she saw it as.. less than something she needed to abuse herself to feel comfortable with, for as long as they would do so led to her resolve shattering and her applying for universities both in canada and sk ( the sly brat reasoned that it’d be nice to be reconnect with her roots.. for the sake of having something going for her beyond just competing in pyeongchang ! )

which is how, miraculously, she got accepted into uni in seoul ( still figuring out which, rip ). her grades were good, she had a super brief volunteering stint and she’s a rising star ( well, was.. the bitch wouldn’t be competing again anytime soon to keep herself where she was within the skating circuit ) in her favoured sport, she deemed it inevitable sfkljfdgk

the transition wasn’t too hard ofc; she got comfortable with the campus and seoul and was back on the ice in no time, joining the uni’s skating team under her parents’ noses and making the most of it as comeback/olympics prep

she saw herself as poised to be added to the roster once again, now a singles prospect after a major falling out with her longtime partner for one too many dumb bitch moves, and was desperate for it since it’s in pyeongchang, however the stars didn’t align when she just missed obtaining qualification on sk’s roster on a technicality, and nothing could’ve compared to the agony that was missing her chance in something she invested sm practice, time and compliance with the people around her to pull through and get to pyeongchang

she’s still distraught over it, it’s been a few months since that happened and she gets emo real quick, misty-eyed if you bring it up ( she uh, has issues with moving on from things if you can’t tell )

suffice to say she resents her coach for his minor contribution in fucking her and himself over, dropped him out of anger ( a move she.. does feels bad abt on a personal level but professionally ?? pft ) and linked up with one back in toronto who she’ll begin seeing when she’s “ prepared ” to give it a shot again

studied history despite wanting to be a skating coach when she retires as a competitor, bc she rly loves history ok ??

lives on her own bc she can’t deal with even minimally questionable people as roommates jdfgkls

personality and other shit

she is.. a mess rly

inflexible, independent, charismatic, etc

most of her actual personality is further down oops dsfgjklfg

kinda detached ?? like she doesn’t want too many distractions and she deems relationships as the fucking Worst for it.. she’s had some pals from skating with potential go downhill when they got too deep with certain partners or just with too many side hobbies, social obligations, so she’s trying to be level-headed while not destroying her social life ?

idk it’s hard to explain, she’s an enigma even to me in that area

only dated once. when she was like nine. with her first pairs partner she quickly ditched.

not.. super sexually active either ( rip ?? )

but she’s been Involved with people so fdskng

on the ice, or just in whatever she’s applying herself to, she’s domineering and blunt, v strict on herself though she’s slacked off a bit over the years.. so imagine how self-disciplined — in the worst of ways — she was when she was younger

with a rigorous work ethic like hers, her being a leader among those at the local skating club implies that she’d be strict too with what little power she has.. but she’s kinda chill overall ?? tho you still have to get your twizzles right before the end of the day, don’t care that the hockey players will be out in two ! let’s go !

uh.. her attitude carries over with a Lot of things. she especially has no time for people who are Committed to their sport but show poor performances bc of laziness, distractions, etc. so brace your kids for hurricane hyunmi ??

call her ice queen. try it. try it. GKFDJKGDSF she hates that nickname 95% of the time, usually bc she assumes people are basing it off of her initial/professional demeanour first and her passion second

she rly just has a hard shell where it matters, aka her career and stuff, but is a semi-precious gem overall

kind of dramatic and a meme ngl, curses quite a bit, whips out english far too often — especially if she’s shit-talking bc you made an ugly choice but is trying to be a Supportive Friend

english name came from halle berry bc hyunmi thought she was rly pretty on all the red carpets her mom would have on growing up sfgdkjflk

also likes cranberry salsa?? an odd fave but it’s one of mine and i wanted to include it just bc jgsflddgks

unwinds with the usual netflix and wine, but also dance — helps with her choreo for routines too so

oH also prob still hurts herself by overworking, especially after That Lost Opportunity, i hate

ok idk what else to say rn, accept this pls

KDFJGSKFL uh, let’s end it there. if anyone wants to plot, im me !! ( ps, if you prefer d*scord like yours truly, just ask for it or send me yours ! )

#soleintro #and with that i crash ! dgklsjlg #fuck.. im gonna die in the morning #╳┊: — bitch you’re gonna die ! •「 ooc. 」

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jcannakim-blog · 7 years ago

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i’M FINALLY HOME BITCH !! ugh thank fuck. also i’m sobbing, my girl kaetlyn won the world championship title !! islanders unite ! hey guys, i’m jules !! i’m a uni student from canada and am team ny queens and mayhem on rpdr ( tho this cast.. their first impressions have me rooting for them all tbh ), . i’d say more abt myself, but y’all — and me — have waited long enough dgsjk so below you can read up on yonsei’s resident skating brat jojo, a bitch who overworks and doesn’t know how to chill long-term !! plots page is HERE for your reading pleasure, stats and what not will be up later on !

⋆ · ☾ * ― did you see { bae joohyun } around campus? no, that’s just { joanna kim } ! i heard they’re a { twenty-two } y/o { history } major and the { co-leader } of { the lettermans }. she identifies as a { pansexual + cisfemale }. { the moment - tame impala } is often heard from their earbuds. aren’t they’re also in { figure skating ( captain ) and dance } ? anyways, i’ve heard they’re { inexorable & sedulous } ! no wonder they’re an { aquarius }. [ jules, 20, nt, she/her & n/a ]

honestly she is.. fucked sgjfsgdkl

i’ve had inspo for her after the olympics and rly wanted to use her somewhere, so if some things here seem a little.. idk, farfetched for your taste, we’ll pin it on that sfdgkdfj

this is her as popular vines

so joanna kim, aka kim ahin or jojo — but p..ls don’t call her ahin if by some miracle you figure it out, ya girl will lit ignore you like the petulant thing she is, she sometimes hates her parents for not leaving it at an english name gdjksf — canadian born and raised in richmond, bc. her sk national dad and first gen korean-canadian mom would later relocate the family ( with her little sis ) to toronto for her to train bc..

ya girl’s a figure skater, good enough to win ( .. junior ig ) titles when she was in her early teens, so it was only inevitable for her to leave for toronto eventually

she’s competed in international competitions and made her olympic debut in sochi by the skin of her teeth; her highest placement was third place ( not at sochi pls sgjkld she prob ranked in the top ten at best ), so she’s got a medal or two to her name

ultimately it was after sochi that she saw her coach intervene with her.. unhealthy practicing habits

so when her coach insisted she take a break, her parents following suit, it was with good reason — one that she didn’t fucking see fsdkgkl

even so, them pushing her to prioritize education for a bit, to get ahead of the skaters who would prob only be able to do so upon retirement in a good few years’ time, and hanging up her skates until she saw it as.. less than something she needed to abuse herself to feel comfortable with, for as long as they would do so led to her resolve shattering and her applying for universities both in canada and sk ( the sly brat reasoned that it’d be nice to be familiar with where her family came from.. for the sake of being well-rounded beyond just competing in pyeongchang ! )

which is how, miraculously, she got accepted into yonsei. her grades were good, she had a super brief volunteering stint and she’s a rising star ( well, was.. the bitch wouldn’t be competing again anytime soon to keep herself where she was within the skating circuit ) in her favoured sport, she deemed it inevitable sfkljfdgk

the transition wasn’t too hard besides cultural differences, some that put her off a little but nonetheless; she got comfortable with the campus and seoul and was back on the ice in no time, joining the skating team under her parents’ noses and making the most of it as comeback/olympics prep

she saw herself as poised to be added to the roster once again, and was desperate for it since it’s in pyeongchang, however the stars didn’t align when uni requirements and the distance from home kept her from obtaining qualification via competitions in canada and nothing could’ve compared to the agony that was missing her chance in something she invested sm practice, time and compliance with the people around her to pull through and get to pyeongchang

suffice to say she resents her coach for fucking her and himself over, dropped him out of anger ( a move she.. does feels bad abt on a personal level but professionally ?? pft ) and linked up with one back home who she’ll begin seeing when semester break comes

is studying history despite wanting to be a skating coach when she retires as a competitor, bc she rly loves history ok ??

is co-leader of the lettermans and.. oh honey sfdkgjk

she does think this shit is dumb and petty, but on the bright side she’s chilling with some like-minded kids so she can’t rly say shit

personality and other shit

she is.. a mess rly

inflexible, independent, charismatic, etc

most of her actual personality is further down oops dsfgjklfg

idk it’s hard to explain, she’s an enigma even to me in that area

only dated once. when she was like nine. with a pairs partner she quickly ditched.

not.. super sexually active either ( rip ?? )

me: at least she lost her virgi —

jojo: “ virginitY IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT, SUSAN ! FUCK OFF ”

me:

with a rigorous work ethic like hers, her being captain of the figure skating team implies that she’d be strict too with what little power she has.. but she’s kinda chill overall ?? tho you still have to get your twizzles right before the end of the day, don’t care that the hockey players will be out in two ! let’s go !

uh.. her attitude carries over with her clique ig, and other people she knows in sports around campus. she has no time for people who are Committed to their sport but show poor performances bc of laziness, distractions, etc. so brace your kids for hurricane joanna ??

she rly just has a hard shell where it matters, aka her career and school and stuff, but is a semi-precious gem overall

kind of dramatic and a meme ngl, curses quite a bit, whips out english far too often — especially if she’s shit-talking bc you made an ugly choice but is trying to be a Supportive Friend

unwinds with the usual netflix and wine, but also dance, hence her being in the dance club as well �� helps with her choreo for routines too so

oH also prob still hurts herself by overworking, especially after That Lost Opportunity, i hate

ok idk what else to say rn, accept this pls

KDFJGSKFL uh, let’s end it there. if anyone wants to plot, im me !! ( ps, if you prefer d*scord like yours truly, just ask for it or send me yours ! )

#yonseintro #yonseiintro #what's on the tag page and what y'all are using are two different things so #just to be safe dfkglsjgf #love us pls #╳┊: — bitch you’re gonna die ! •「 ooc. 」

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jos-corner-of-the-world · 7 years ago

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Seungcheol sped the whole way to the hospital. The cops from the dorm were following close behind them, willing to take their statement at the hospital.

The trio ran into the emergency room, only stopping upon seeing the group in the waiting area.

“Have you heard anything?” Wonwoo asked.

“We just got here five minutes ago. They wheeled her back and said they'd come out when the guardian got here.” Jihoon said.

“Fuck!” Wonwoo yelled.

“What?” Jihoon asked him

“Fuck. I didn't even call my mom” Wonwoo said pulling at his hair.

“You wait here, I'll go call her” Seungcheol said, holding his hand out for Wonwoo’s phone.

Wonwoo pulled his phone out of his pocket and gave it to him. He really was lucky to have a team leader who was willing to take the lead in things on and off the stage. He'd have to find a way to thank him for everything later.

Outside, Seungcheol paced for a minute before finally calling your mom.

“Hi my baby boy” Wonwoo’s mom answered tiredly.

“Mrs Jeon? It's--it's Seungcheol.” He said.

“Oh hello Seungcheol! How are you? I haven't seen you in so long. How's your mother doing?” she asked kindly, not even bothered one of the boys called after midnight.

“She's fine Mrs Jeon. Um...I'm not sure how to say this but you need to meet us at the hospital.” Seungcheol finally spit out.

“Ah, does Wonwoo need a guardian again? That boy is always hurting himself.” she laughed fondly.

Seungcheol began tearing up again at the playful tone of her voice.

“No, he's doesn't need a guardian. He's fine.”

“Okay sweetie. I'll come help with whatever I can. Is everyone alright?” She asked, putting on her concerned motherly tone.

“It's Y/n ma'am. She uh -- she's hurt really bad.” Seungcheol finally said.

There was a long silence on the other end.

“Mrs. Jeon?”

“Huh? Yes I'm sorry. I'm--I'm on my way. I'm going to have my friend drive me she's here with me now.” Seungcheol could tell your mom was barely holding herself together, and it made him feel even worse.

“Is Wonwoo there with you?” She asked.

“Yes ma'am he's here. I'm sorry I was the one to call you.” he apologized.

“Then it's really bad isn't it?” She finally asked.

“If Wonwoo isn't calling me, it's because he's too upset.” she said knowingly.

“She's hurt pretty badly, but was coherent for a while. Please, just get here soon.” Seungcheol begged. It was almost harder for him talking to your mother on the phone than it was talking to Mingyu and Wonwoo face to face.

“I'm already on the way.”

Seungcheol walked back into the waiting room and stopped next to Wonwoo, putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Your mom is on the way. She said her friend is driving her.” he said, handing him back his cellphone.

“Yeah, her friend from college is visiting her this week. Thank you.” Wonwoo said absent minded.

Twenty minutes passed like two hours of silence in the waiting room. Many of the guys were pacing and talking quietly in groups. Mingyu, Seungcheol and Wonwoo all sat together in silence.

Wonwoo had pulled himself together enough that he wasn't crying anymore, but as soon as he saws his mother's pale face, the tears began again.

“Where’s my baby?” She asked, clinging to Wonwoo.

“She's in the back ma'am, we don't know anything.” Seungcheol said after realizing that Wonwoo wasn't able to speak.

Your mom walked with Mingyu, Wonwoo and Seungcheol to the reception desk.

“I'm Mrs. Jeon, I'm Y/n’s mother” she said.

“One moment ma'am.”

A nurse came out a minute later to talk to her.

“I'm sorry, I have to ask their relationship to the patient before divulging any information.” The nurse said pointing to the boys.

“These two are her brothers and this is her boyfriend” your mother said, laying gentle hands on both Wonwoo and Mingyu’s arm.

“Are you okay with her boyfriend knowing patient information?”

“Yes. Please just tell us.”

They followed the nurse back to a consultation area. Your mother sat down with Wonwoo with Seungcheol and Mingyu standing behind them.

“The biggest concern is the hypothermia. She'd been outside for at least four hours before she was found. She was wearing shorts and a thin shirt. No shoes, socks, or coat.”

“What?” Your mother was shocked. “What happened?”

“From the information we gathered, it seems she was kidnapped three days ago and managed to escape earlier this evening.” the nurse explained.

The nurse looked around the group sympathetic before continuing.

“She also has a concussion, one broken and two fractured ribs, and a sprained ankle. The cuts on the bottom of her feet will take a while to heal, so she won't be able to walk until they are. Some of the wounds to her feet will require stitches. She's also going to need stitches on a cut sustained to her abdomen. Once she's more stable she'll need reconstructive surgery on the broken cheekbone.”

The nurse paused for a moment before continuing, trying not to overwhelm the group with so much information without being able to process everything.

“It’s customary for cases like your daughter's to perform a rape kit.”

Seungcheol had to hold Mingyu up as his kness buckled at the nurses words. He heard Wonwoo intake a sharp breath.

That hadn't crossed his mind at all. Any of theirs.

“It was negative! It was negative. No signs of intercourse forced or consensual. There were no signs of any sexual assault occurring.” the nurse was quick to assure them.

All of them breathed in heavily.

“Do you have any questions for me?” the nurse asked kindly.

“How long until we can see her?” Mingyu asked suddenly.

“I'm sorry, but it's going to be a while. They have to get her body temperature stable before they can do anything else. Once it's stable the team will work to get her cleaned up and stitched. The cosmetic surgery will occur when she's stable and the swelling has gone down in her face. I'd expect her to be here for at least a week before she's released to her guardian.”

“Okay, thank you.” your mom said, shaking the nurse’s hand.

They stayed back in the room after the nurse had left so they could tell your mom all they knew.

Back in the waiting room, the rest of the group was still in shock.

Seungkwan was still trying to calm down a semi hysterical Seokmin.

“I fucked up. I feel so bad.” Seokmin said. He was sitting bent over with his head in his hands.

“You didn't even know what you were coming home to. You couldn't have known she'd have a strong reaction to seeing you in your hood. It'll be okay.” Seungkwan promised him.

“I just feel so horrible. She looked so scared and so...broken.” Seokmin knew it was a sight him, nor any of the other guys, would get out of their heads anytime soon.

“We're going to help her get better” Jeonghan said.

“And then we're never leaving her alone again.”

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footballghana · 4 years ago

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Lidya Tafesse Abebe - From basketball to top level refereeing

Starting off as a professional basketball player, not many thought Lidya Tafesse Abebe would trade the rims and bounces for the whistle, and not in basketball, but football. The 40-year old has been on a 20 -year journey of refereeing, becoming the first ever woman to officiate a men’s top flight game in Ethiopia.

She was also the first ever woman FIFA centre referee in the East African nation.

“I started off in Jimma while still playing basketball. I played football in school but basketball was my first sport. I was interested when I met one of the instructors doing some courses and some of us from the basketball team were invited. I liked how he was teaching and I got interested more,” Tafesse says.

The seed planted in her soul by the FIFA/CAF instructor Shiferaw Eshetu continued to germinate and grow as the days went on.

When she moved to the capital Addis Ababa to continue her basketball career and pursue a course in Pharmacy, the interest continued and soon, she started building on with more courses and when it became apparent that she had found some new love, dumped the old one; basketball.

“I was part of the female referees project and I started off by doing the Under-15, 17 games, the local tournaments as well as some Federation tournaments. I got more certification and I started doing the Men’s Premier League as an assistant referee and in 2005, I became a centre referee,” narrates Tafesse.

The journey, though satisfying hasn’t been easy for the mother of one. When she started, there were no women referees and when she officiated men’s games, there was even more difficulty.

But her resilience and desire to make a mark in Ethiopian football drover her passion.

“It was very difficult when I started because sometimes, some people would ask why I decided to go into refereeing as a woman when there were no any other women doing the same. But my family supported me and I am grateful for them,”

“Also, I came from a sports background and the fact that while playing basketball we trained and played against some men teams gave me confidence and it wasn’t so difficult for me at times, even when I did men’s games,” explains Tafesse.

She also remains grateful to the Ethiopian Football Federation who gave her and her colleagues confidence to continue and even handed them Premier League matches to boost their confidence. He vividly remembers the influence former vice president Tihaye Egziaber had on her.

“He would talk to us as women referees and really encouraged us. He gave us so much support,” she states.

Her impressive performances earned her a first ever international assignment in 2006 when she officiated an Under-20 Africa Cup of Nations qualifier between Nigeria and Liberia in Abuja and that opened the floodgates for her to grow.

“I will not forget that match because it was so different. The stadium was bigger than what we are used to here in Ethiopia, the crowd was amazing and the level was definitely good,” Tafesse remembers.

She has gone on to progress, doing the All Africa Games in 2007 and 2011, before going on to do the Total Africa Women’s Cup of Nations (AWCON) four times in a row in 2012, 2014, 2016 and 2018.

On top of that, she has officiated at the FIFA Women’s World Cup in 2015 and 2019, did the FIFA Under-17 World Cup in 2016 as well as the Under-20 in 2018.

But in between all those wonderful assignments, she faced a challenge that nearly slowed down her sailing career. In 2013, she conceived her first born child who will be turning seven years old in October. But, the aftermath of her return seven months later was full of challenges.

“Physiologically as women, we have so many body changes after pregnancy and I was not different. I gained so much weight and I had to work very hard to get back in shape. I worked a lot and eventually I was better and in 2014, I got a chance to go for the Cup of Nations,”

“But while training there, I got injured and in my mind, it was all over for me. I tried to do some tests and see whether I could go on but I had decided I would go home. However, the director came and told me ��Lydia you are not going. Just try and see whether you can recover’. I started treating the sprain on my ankle everyday and ultimately, I got better,”

“I did a match in the semi-final, Cameroon vs Côte d'Ivoire which went up to extra time. Surprisingly, I was stronger and fitter than both teams when the game went to 120 minutes. I was so pleased,” Tafesse remembers.

This is one of her most memorable matches. The other one was in 2012 when she officiated another semi-final pitting Nigeria and South Africa, a match that the Banyana Banyana won 1-0.

“It was such a great game to officiate because both of them are brilliant teams. Also, it was very hot and I remembered hoping it would not go to extra time,” jokes Tafesse.

She hopes to continue getting high profile games moving forward and is even more excited that she will get a chance to officiate at a CAF men’s tournament for the first time as she is among those picked for the Total African Nations Championship (CHAN) in Cameroon next year.

Despite the stoppages caused by the COVID-19 pandemic, Tafesse has continued to train on her own and has also use the time off competitions to give back to the community.

She is using her background as a pharmacist and knowledge in medicine to raise awareness on the virus and help the community keep themselves safe from contracting and spreading the virus.

“I have been doing education on social media and in radio and TV stations just trying to tell people on the dangers of the virus. I also go to the communities and teach them how to wash hands and keep hygiene. Also, I have been giving back to the community by helping the vulnerable who have not had a chance to get food and basic commodities,” she states.

On her training, Tafesse admits that it has been tough but notes she has not had a reason to put the feet off the gas. “I train outside three times a week and also indoors where I have tried to put up my own small gym. We have a system where we have to make reports daily as well as GPS trackers to ensure we are training.”

As a woman, Tafesse says it has been great balancing between her family and refereeing, a career she has given her full attention to. The support from her husband and the motivation of her seven-year old keeps her going, Tafesse says.

And now, she hopes she can influence the next generation of women referees in Ethiopia and the continent at large to take up the career. She hopes that after her active years, apart from continuing with her profession as a pharmacist, she will switch to become an instructor as she looks to get more and more following her path.

Source: cafonline.com

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Prompt: WILLIAM SEEING OLIVER'S SCARS FOR THE FIRST TIMEEEEE.

Trying To Be Brave

William hadn’t left his room in four days.

Each time Oliver had tried to coax him out, offering food and hot beverages and full control of the Netflix queue, he’d been met with silence on the other side of the door. He wondered whether William was feigning sleep, or engrossed in the comic books he kept in his backpack, or perhaps lying on his bed staring at the four walls and wishing he were anywhere but where he was.

It had been three weeks since Samantha died. Since he’d had to look his ten-year-old in the eye and tell him his mother hadn’t survived the final attack on Lian Yu, since he’d bought an apartment with an extra bedroom and had William’s things shipped from his old house to Star City because Oliver was the only family he had left now.

Guilt and worry gnawing at his stomach, Oliver had spent more time thinking about William than he had focusing on the day-to-day duties of being Mayor. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Adrian Chase aiming a gun to his own head. He went over those hours over and over again, racing through the wreckage to find his friends; Dinah, a deep cut on her head that had matted her long hair with blood; Rene, concussed and suffering from two fractured ribs; Curtis, having sprained an ankle while trying to run from the explosions; Felicity, minor burns on her hands and arms, the ends of her hair singed, a nasty bruise on her stomach from a fall onto jagged rocks.

Diggle, unconscious and not breathing, a neck wound that left a trail of blood and Oliver’s desperate attempts to perform CPR in the middle of the burning forest when his best friend’s heart stopped.

And he always circled back to William, the frightened boy whose entire world had been turned upside down all because his father was Oliver Queen.

There had been one thread of hope, however; on day three of William not leaving his room, Oliver had left a glass of orange juice for him outside the door. When he returned later that evening after a meeting, it was empty.

Done with the tasks required for the day, Oliver decided to head home and check on William, and see if he was perhaps up to talking or eating. On the way, he stopped by a small bakery that he and Felicity had often frequented, due to their cinnamon buns being, in Felicity’s words, “the best damn baked goods in the entire tri-state area”. He picked up a couple of the said buns, still warm from the oven, in the hope that something sweet and wonderful-smelling might cheer his son up, at least for a little while.

“William?” he called out as he stepped in the door. “I’m home!”

Nothing. Loosening his tie with one hand, he put the warm buns on the kitchen countertop and quickly checked his phone for any new messages - there were none - before switching on the coffee maker. It was a habit he’d picked up since they’d returned from Lian Yu and Felicity was coming over more and more often, and they’d act like shy teenagers on their first date as they held hands and shared tentative kisses, re-discovering what it was they’d lost between them over a year ago. It was wonderful, and exciting, and felt new even though they’d been in love with one another now for almost four years.

It wasn’t something Oliver thought would ever get old.

With the coffee maker revving up, his discarded his jacket and tie and headed for the bathroom, intending to take a shower before Felicity inevitably showed up. Before he did, he knocked on William’s door.

“William, there’s some cinnamon buns in the kitchen if you want them,” he called. “Just help yourself, okay?”

Again, no answer came, but he heard the creak of bedsprings and some shuffling from inside the room. He thought he heard a book being snapped shut and the rustle of pages, or perhaps he wanted to hear them because he needed to know the poor boy was at least moving around and doing something, even if he didn’t want to be in his company right now.

It was hard knowing how to help when they were both so new to the father-son arrangement. And with William’s mother gone…

Shaking his head to remove those kinds of thoughts from his mind, he went to the bathroom, undressed, and jumped in the shower, letting the almost-scalding water soothe him and take away some of his worries for a short time. The grime of the day washed down the drain and he took himself away from thoughts of City Hall and instead focused on the plans for that night’s patrols, which he, Felicity, and a bed-bound Diggle had decided on earlier. Dinah and Rene wanted to train before heading out, so Oliver would arrive at the bunker earlier to meet them, Felicity, Curtis, and Thea following later.

He must have stayed under the water longer than he’d realized, as it had turned from almost too hot to just warm, his skin lobster pink, bringing out the angry lines of the scars that littered his body. The newer injuries stung slightly under the spray, his muscles still a little achy and stretched tight.

Shutting off the water, he climbed out and reached for a towel, wrapping himself in it and padding across to his bedroom. He didn’t need to go out again until much later; wearing starched, pressed suits all day made him feel claustrophobic, the fabric of his formal shirts compressing his chest, like he was wearing a noose around his neck. Being able to step out of the constricting costume of a Mayor and into something he actually felt comfortable in always improved his mood and helped to take some of the edge off the thoughts that plagued his mind.

He still heard no noise or sounds of activity from William’s room, so he headed straight for the closet and started to change. Perhaps, he thought as he reached for a pair of soft pants, he should just let him work through his grief privately for now. Oliver didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t feel ready for, and if William was isolating himself from him, he didn’t want to provoke an adverse reaction by forcing him to communicate. From past experience, he knew that hunkering down against any attempt at intervention was usually the response to feeling pressured to share; he’d done it himself countless times, a protection mechanism against the pain and fear and anger and hurt that he knew would come pouring out if someone gave him the opportunity to talk.

It was only as he went to grab a shirt that he heard the squeak of wooden floorboards and a sharp intake of breath coming from behind him, a noise of surprise and horror that made his stomach twist…and then drop.

William was standing in the doorway, barefoot, his hair in disarray, one cheek creased with pillow marks where he had been lying on it. He gripped the doorframe tentatively, as if worried he might not be allowed to touch it, and was staring straight at Oliver’s chest with huge eyes, his face pale and greyish.

“What are those?” he gasped, pointing at the scars that marked his father’s body. “Why are they so big? How did you get them?”

Oliver was at a loss for words. How to even begin to explain the jagged lines and misshapen marks of knife wounds, bullet holes, arrowhead piercings, and burns he’d accumulated over the years? How to explain to someone who was still a kid what human beings were capable of doing to one another?

Then, a tiny squeak, almost a whisper, left his son’s lips.

“Did he give them to you?”

He. William meant Adrian Chase.

Oliver didn’t see the point in lying. Twisting his shirt in his hands, he braced himself. “Some of them, yes.”

Memories shoved themselves up to the surface of his mind; being held in chains for days, no food or water, lashes brought down on his bare skin and Chase laughing, grinning, his otherwise handsome face twisted with rage and hatred.

The blowtorch searing his chest where the Bratva tattoo was, his nostrils filling with the smell of his own burning flesh. Semi-consciousness from the pain.

More of Chase’s laughter, his taunting.

Showing him pictures of his friends, his family. Felicity’s glasses.

William’s picture from his elementary school.

A brutal kick to the ribs.

A small hand rested on his elbow. “Dad?”

He came out of the memory and realized he was shaking, his knuckles white where they gripped the item of clothing in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. He thought he could taste blood at the back of his throat. “I’m sorry, William.”

Sniffing, William gripped his arm tightly, pressing his face into his skin. He could feel the tears that dripped down his son��s face, wetting him anew.

“I never wanted anything like this to happen to you,” Oliver said. “You do believe that, right?”

Without looking up, William nodded. Then, he let go of his arm, moving his hands to the scars on Oliver’s chest, touching them tentatively. He stopped for a moment on the pink line under his ribs, then the gash on his lower stomach. He opened his palm and placed it flat on the burn where the Bratva mark once was.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice thick with tears. “It looks like it hurts.”

Oliver shook his head. “Not so much anymore, but when it first happened…” he lowered his voice conspiratorially, “it hurt like hell.”

William giggled wetly. “Mom said I’m not supposed to say those words.”

“Well, you shouldn’t,” Oliver agreed. “But since it’s just us, I think we can make an exception.” He managed a small smile. “Only in the house though, okay? I don’t want to get a letter from your new teacher telling me you’re repeating bad language at school.”

….which is why it might be a good idea not to let Rene do any extensive childminding, he made a mental note for himself.

“Okay,” William said.

Oliver crouched down in front of him, taking his son’s small, white face in his hands, just as he had when he’d pulled him from Adrian on the boat. That time, he had been checking for physical injuries. Now, he was taking care of emotional ones.

“My scars….I know they’re scary, but you don’t have to be scared. I haven’t told you a lot about what I do, about the things I’ve done, but I will, because you deserve to know. But for now, you’ve had a lot of things happen to you and not a lot of time to process it, and if you feel like you need to talk, or want some space, or….you want to tell someone about your Mom, please, talk to me.”

Oliver swallowed thickly around a lump that had suddenly risen in his throat. He stroked William’s cheek instinctively with his thumb, wiping away the residual tears there.

“Do you understand?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” William nodded quietly, blinking rapidly. Several more tears spilled over onto his cheeks, and Oliver wiped them away, like a father would.

Like the father that he was.

After a moment, Oliver stood up, stretching. “Okay. I’m gonna finish getting dressed, and then we can get something to eat. There’s some pastries in the kitchen if you want.”

“I know,” William replied, and a faint light came back into his eyes. “I can smell them.”

Oliver smiled, clapping him gently on the shoulder. “Help yourself, kiddo. I’ll be right behind you.”

William turned to leave, and Oliver finished pulling on his shirt. Before he reached the doorway, however, he turned back around.

“You’re brave, aren’t you? My Mom said you were.”

Brave. What was bravery, anyway?

“I try to be,” was what Oliver said in reply.

#alexiablackbriar13 #lorna's writing #arrow fic #arrow #oliver queen #william clayton #oliver x william #queen family #s5.5 spec

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bangtanslady · 8 years ago

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halcyon days [ 1 ]

halcyon days, a suga x reader fanfic part 1

hey guys! so this is my first bts fanfic, actually my first fanfic overall, so i hope it’s alright. feedback and commentary is welcome and appreciated! this part’s a little slow, it was originally going to be a prologue but im all over the place so i just decided to post.

info ; You’re a semi-successful model in Seoul trying to reconnect with your childhood best friend as you hold the memories of you two together closely. (slow burn, fluff, angst, maybe smut later lmao)

“Oh no! Yoongi, I’m stuck in the tree!” The young girl, around the age of seven screamed with a smile on her face. Giggling, she swung her legs from the low branch; she was active enough and could have easily jumped off on her own. “Don’t worry my princess, I’ll save you!” The young boy, Yoongi, yelled back. He looked up at her, holding his arms out wide and meeting the girl’s smile with a grin of his own. The two friends were spending the afternoon playing in the park together, and had already spent a good amount of time running around. Even so, they were still energetic. “Catch me!” She shouted down, immediately sliding off her position on the branch and into Yoongi’s arms. He failed to hold her up, and the two ended up in a pile on the grassy floor, laughing. “I wasn’t ready! I wasn’t ready!” Yoongi defended himself. The girl shook her head. “You couldn’t catch me, but you softened my fall so you’re forgiven, kind prince.” She smiled, speaking with fake authority. The girl shifted positions so Yoongi could get up. After doing so, he dusted off his shorts and held out a hand to help her up too. She took it, standing up. “Thanks! You’re a good prince, Yoongi. You’re always so nice.” She patted the dirt off her shorts as well. “Yeah. I’ll always be here to help you, (Y/N). Let’s go find our moms, I think mine made those sandwiches you like!” Yoongi grabbed the girl’s hand and the two ran off together with big smiles.

Almost 15 years later, too much has changed. The girl and the boy from all that time ago are practically gone with how different you two act now. Until highschool, you and Yoongi had been extremely close, but it seemed as though a rift had randomly appeared in your relationship during your second year. You had done everything together when you were younger; Yoongi was your first kiss, and your best friend. But unlike Yoongi, who had mostly kept to himself aside from his small friend group and his basketball team, you were pretty sociable and your studies combined with the clubs you joined kept you pretty busy. He was there for you when you sprained your ankle doing sports, and when you were stressing about giving your first speech to your peers. But at some point.. he just stopped. He wasn’t there when you went through your first breakup in second year, or when you cried over being rejected from an American university. You tried really hard to stay close to him but it almost seemed as though he was pushing you away. Things weren’t the best for you at home, either, but you knew Yoongi went through a lot of stuff too. When you two had met up the day after his graduation, it had been the first time you saw him in almost two months, only for him to tell you he was moving to Seoul to persue his music career. Deep down you were hurt he was leaving you, but you didn’t want to hold him back and you sent him off with your encouragements. A year later, you graduated and moved to Seoul too to enter the modeling business. You stayed in touch of course, texting a few times a month to check in on eachother. Now, you were extremely proud of his progress in his career with BTS and you sent him congratulations texts after most of his performances. Even so, your relationship has felt strained for the past few years. Finally, because he was taking a break, and your schedule wasn’t extremely busy this month, you two would be in the same city for a while and with some free time. It was you who had pitched the idea of spending some time together to reconnect. You’d met a couple of the boys seperately while hanging out with Yoongi, but tonight would be your first time meeting them all together. They had just returned from tour and you offered to take them out on a welcome-home style dinner. Outside of the restaurant, you stood in a black knee-length dress with a leather jacket and your purse. To avoid attention you had also worn a black facemask; though you weren’t the most popular model in the world, your face was on the cover of a few magazines, and you would rather not be disturbed tonight. You planned on waiting outside for the group but it was a bit cold and your dress wasn’t really helping much so you decided to go inside. The interior of the restaurant was pretty, not unlike the outside. It wasn’t a 5-star, but it was a bit on the fancy side. Approaching the reception, you pulled down your facemask and smiled to the staff working there. “Table for eight, please. Oh, and I’d prefer if it was a bit secluded, away from any windows.” You requested. That sort of thing was normal for you now, with how recognizable you became. The lady smiled at you and guided you to a large table. She set the menus and napkins as you sat and pulled your phone out.

you - inside now :) - table’s in the back to the left of the entrance

yoongs ✌ - Okay - We’ll be there in 2min

You shrugged off your jacket onto the back of the chair and set your purse down, scrolling through your phone and texting back some friends who you had neglected to respond to throughout your busy day. You enjoyed the soft music playing over the restaurant’s speakers, and moments later you glanced to the entrance to see the boys filing in and approaching you. You stood up, recognizing all of them as Yoongi’s groupmates. “Hey,” Yoongi was the first to get to you, a small smile on his face. You leaned in to hug him and he seemed to stiffen up a bit, but wrapped his arms around you nonetheless. “I missed you,” you said as you squeezed him. Pulling back with a grin, you examined him head to toe. “Back to dark-brown hair? I kinda liked the red from the last time we saw eachother.” He nodded at you, shrugging. “Yeah.. I missed you too.” He said in a low tone, probably to avoid letting his friends hear this. You could see over his shoulder that a couple of them were grinning at you two and whispering things, so you could only imagine what kind of stuff they said about you. You tried not to be self conscious as Yoongi moved aside and stood by. Next, Namjoon and Jin approached you. Both smiled and said something akin to it being good to see you again, having had met you before. You were glad to be meeting with them again too, since they seemed to be cool people that had an impact on Yoongi’s life, but you suppose all of them do. You also introduced yourself to the rest of the Bangtan boys, who seemed very enthusiastic. “It’s really nice to finally meet you,” Jimin said with a charming and cute smile. You giggled as he continued, “I’ve seen your modeling portfolio! It’s really nice, and Yoongi talks about you a l-” Jimin was cut off by a harsh pat on the back from Namjoon, causing him to jump. “Hyung! Are you trying to break my shoulder?” Jimin pretended to raise his fist, but the two laughed it off and Namjoon said something to him that was too quiet for you to hear. Jimin shrugged, smiling at you and taking a seat at the table. Everyone followed suit, sitting down and unfolding their napkins. You sat down in your seat next to Yoongi, unfolding your napkin as well. Pleasant chatter ensued, with the boys excitedly telling you about how touring in the United States was. Jungkook spoke of a particularly funny incident in the hotel they were staying at for a night that caused you to laugh really hard. They asked you many questions about how modeling was working out for you, which you spoke positively of, though in truth you were a bit stressed out recently. Dinner with the boys was overall a very pleasant experience and you felt as though you got to know them a little better. It was also really nice to be hanging out with your childhood best friend again, though you didn’t get into any thorough conversations at the dinner table. Watching him laugh and smile with his friends made your heart ache a bit.. you realized you missed seeing that kind of thing everyday. You didn’t dwell on this feeling too much though as you were enjoying yourself as well. When all the food was finished, you payed as promised and everyone got ready to leave. As you all exited the restaurant, Yoongi offered to walk you to your apartment that was about fifteen minutes away. “I’m gonna make sure she gets home safe, you go ahead,” he spoke to the others as you slid your hand onto his elbow with a small smile. You waved the boys goodbye as they piled into a black van and you and Yoongi began your walk. It was silent for a bit. The silence was comfortable, but you were still eager to talk with him more. “It’s very pretty out tonight..” You said before realizing how mundane your comment was. The sun was setting, creating beautiful colors above you. “Yeah. It is.” He agreed in a dull tone. You looked up to his features, smiling, which caused a small smile to form on his face as well. “So.. how’s your sister doing?” He questioned, though he seemed a bit inattentive. You stayed silent for a moment. “Fine, I suppose. Actually.. I haven’t checked up with her in a couple weeks, I should call to tell her that the famous Min Yoongi is spending some of his precious time with me again.” You joked, and he rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “But really, thanks for reminding me. How about you, have you spoken to your brother recently?” The conversation continued like this for the duration of your walk, travelling from tedious topic to tedious topic. Small-talk felt extremely natural between you two, even if it was a little boring, you just enjoyed being able to talk to him at all. Eventually you arrived at the lobby of the apartment complex you lived in, and you paused for a moment. “Um.. you don’t have to go yet. You can come up if you’d like.” Your heart skipped a beat as you spoke up to Yoongi, who paused before shaking his head. “No.. I think I should go, I’m really tired.” He responded, looking a little disinterested. You gave a little pout. “You can crash here, I don’t mind. I kind of want to spend more time with you..” You persuaded. You and Yoongi used to have sleepovers all the time, and it wasn’t uncommon for one of you to crash at the other’s when you were having problems at home in highschool. But that was years ago. “Don’t you think that’s a little odd?” He asked rhetorically. You were about to respond that no, you thought it was perfectly normal, but he spoke up again. “It’s fine, I already texted my driver. I’ll text you tomorrow though, okay? We can find more time to hang out later, there’s no rush.” He patted your head, ruffling your hair slightly. You couldn’t help but smile at the sensation, feeling a bit childish. “Okay, if you say so. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then.” You hugged him again, and this time he didn’t stiffen up, but instead squeezed you back. As you parted ways, you bowed your head slightly and swiped the card to open the front door of the building. “Thanks for walking me home, Yoongs. Goodnight!” You said, waving goodbye. He simply nodded and smiled in response, watching you through the glass doors as you disappeared into an elevator going up to your floor. As you unlocked your door with the key again, you contemplated what had just happened. You tried to avoid overthinking things as you knew it caused unnecessary stress, but you were just a naturally analytical person and couldn’t help but think too hard about some things sometimes. It seemed as though Yoongi was a little uncomfortable with you tonight, but did Jimin try to tell you that Yoongi talked about you to them? That might not’ve been the case, but you kept his little blunder in the back of your mind. You didn’t know if you were offended or not about Yoongi rejecting you and calling your request odd a moment ago. Furrowing your brows as you changed into more comfortable clothes, you also realized you probably seemed a little desperate in front of him. Was he not as fond of you as you were of him? Just how fond of him were you anyways? After some brief pacing, you decided to just get ready for bed and call it a night a bit earlier than usual to avoid thinking about this anymore.

#suga #min yoongi #bangtan #bts #bts suga #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #fanfiction #slow burn?? i hope lol #fluffy angst #??#suga x reader #yoongi x reader

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calciseptinefic · 8 years ago

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solo and pair

Yuuri!!! On Ice || Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki || Hasetsu, Part VII notes: also available on ao3. warnings: none

part vi

After Yuuri fails to qualify for the Grand Prix series, life returns to the same monotonous rhythm: morning runs, school, evening practice, school work, and sleep. Occasionally, a minor competition or exhibition will shake up the monotony. Yuuri wins a majority of them with the same routines he performed at tri-regionals, though at the gentle behest of his part-time coach, he minimizes the two quads in his free skate to triples.

"You don't have the right number of rotations," his instructor says. "We can continue to practice of course, but for now I think we should increase your number of combinations and focus on your presentation. That should buff up your points."

Yuuri acquiesces, and only the plethora of prizes—the ribbons and trophies, the monetary consolations and the small prestige—help soothe the sting of disappoint. He needs to start landing quads if he wants to further his career, but it seems that not matter how hard he tries, he cannot pass the point he has reached.

"You're plateauing," Nishigori says one day as they sit on the benches outside the rink, boots laced and hard guards on as they patiently wait for open skate to begin. Yuuko, already graduated from high school and working full time at Hasetsu Ice Castle, is helping a small semi-circle of children take their first tentative steps on the ice. "It happens."

Yuuri huffs, irritated. He knows that all athletes plateau, and he knows that they often do so multiple times over the course of their careers, but knowing it and experiencing it are two entirely different things.

"I've plateaued before," Yuuri bites out. He sounds whiny and petulant even to himself, but he cannot care. He is tired of his lack of progress.

"Then why are you letting it bother you?" Nishigori slaps his broad palm down on Yuuri's bouncing knee. It does not hurt but it does startle, and Yuuri jumps in his seat. "You have to let your body catch up to your ambition. Take a break." Nishigori grins. "You do know what a break is, right?"

Yuuri frowns at Nishigori's teasing. Though it is good-natured and friendly, it still strikes a nerve. Yuuri knows that his body—freshly seventeen and nearing the rough end of adolescence—is adjusting to the physical and mental rigors of semi-professional figure skating, but it has been months, and he hasn't completed a quad of any sort. Even the easiest jump—the pick assisted toe loop—evades him. He feels stuck. Stagnant. In his darker moments, Yuuri wonders if this new plateau is actually his summit.

"I know what a break is," Yuuri mutters as he pushes Nishigori's hand off his thigh. "Don't be a jerk."

"Hey now!" Nishigori's self-satisfied grin grows. "I'm just being honest!"

"Oh," Yuuri drawls. "And here I thought you were just being rude."

A year ago, Yuuri's smart comment would have prompted Nishigori to scowl and punch Yuuri just a little too forcefully in the arm. Now, Nishigori merely laughs and knocks his shoulder companionably against Yuuri's. He has become more agreeable in the past year; he is kinder and easier to talk to. Yuuko says it's because Nishigori has finally grown up, but Yuuri—who has seen the soft way Nishigori presses his fingers to the middle of Yuuko's stomach—is not sure age is the only contributing factor.

"Seriously though," Nishigori continues once the mood mellows. "Taking care of yourself isn't just about training and eating right. It's also about taking time for yourself. Focusing on what's important." Nishigori's eyes follow Yuuko as she glides slowly backwards over the ice, a train of inexperienced kids trailing after her. "Besides, the longer you practice, the more likely you are to make a mistake and hurt yourself. Can you imagine what a disaster that would be?"

"No," Yuuri replies instantly. Though bruises, cuts, and chapped lips are a fact of figure skating, Yuuri has never experienced anything worse than a grade II ankle sprain. The ten days he had to stay off the ice had been the longest ten days of his life. "No, I can't."

"Then take it easy," Nishigori says.

"I'll think about it," says Yuuri.

March in Hasetsu is a nebulous time. Snow clings stubbornly to the curbs while patches of grass brighten along walkways. Birds return to roost in blossoming trees, yet the sun remains a distant and heatless white disk. The thawing air being to smell of clean earth and sharp ocean salt. The chilly wind nips. The last of winter tangles with the first of spring and Yuuri—who spends half his life on artificial ice—puts on a coat but not his gloves before he leaves for school.

"Are you going to be home tonight?" Mari asks, taking a drag of her cigarette. They are sitting side by side in the private entryway as Yuuri ties his shoes and Vicchan's wagging tail thumps against the floor.

"Same as usual," Yuuri replies. "The rink closes at nine."

Mari exhales, smoke dissipating upwards. She taps the ashes from the end into a small ceramic dish she carries in the folds of her work robes and says, "You're not going to celebrate with friends?"

Yuuri is confused for a moment, thinking of Yuuko and Nishigori. He is about to say, "But I always meet them at the rink?" when he remembers that it is the last day of his second year of high school.

"Oh," Yuuri murmurs. He tightens the knots of his laces. "I don't—they're my classmates."

Mari scoffs, "What, so they can't be your friends?"

Yuuri frowns at his sister. There are classmates he talks to before the first bell, classmates he sits with during lunch, and classmates he exchanges good-byes with when the day ends, but he's never spent time with any of them outside of school. Few of his peers understand his dedication to his sport and those who do spend their time with their own passions. It's a little ironic; his parents had originally enrolled Yuuri in figure skating to help him make friends, but it ended up being one of the things that prevented him from deepening acquaintanceships.

"I didn't say that. It's just…" Yuuri shrugs. "No one's really interested in skating."

"Or," Mari drawls, "Victor Nikiforov."

Despite the faint flush that scores his cheeks, Yuuri is more annoyed than embarrassed at Mari's pointed remark. He turns away from her, pushes the heel of his palm against his sternum to ease the ache he always feels when Victor Nikiforov's name comes up, and huffs wordlessly.

"Okay, kiddo, okay. I'll stop teasing you about your crush." Mari laughs, a low rasp, and snubs her cigarette out in the dish by her knee. "Have fun at school."

Before he leaves, Yuuri scratches Vicchan behind the ears one final time and begrudgingly says goodbye to Mari. He is sure that the last day of school will be sedate and uneventful, and he is right; exams were completed the previous week, and the busy work his teachers assign is simple. Some teachers don't even bother with the pretense and announce a free period. Predictably, Yuuri's classmates break off into their usual cliques and talk about their plans for the three week long break ahead of them. Yuuri—who is not as anti-social as Mari accuses of being—joins such a group instead of staying at his desk and re-watching the previous Four Continents free skates on his phone.

"I'm going to my grandfather's in Hokkaido," one of the three other boys in Yuuri's circle says with a grimace. "There's still a ton of snow up there and he always puts me to work. I'm in the prime of my youth! I should be somewhere warm, playing video games and meeting cute girls at the café."

"You'd need a girl to actually agree to a date first," a second boy interjects. Yuuri and the other boys snort at the slight.

"Hey!"

"Maybe getting it will be easier in Hokkaido?" the second boy continues with a smirk. "At least those girls don't know what a meathead you are. Who knows? You might even meet your soulmate! I bet she's gonna be a country girl with a huuuuuge pair of—oof!"

The first boy punches the second in the arm, harder than is considered friendly, and they begin to slap and pinch one another over the desk separating them. It is not an uncommon thing; they push each other's buttons in the way close, lifelong friends often do, and no one in the room pays any attention to it.

"Man, I wish I got to leave town," the third member of their group bemoans to Yuuri. "I tried to get my parents to let me go to Osaka with my cousin, but they want me to attend cram school the whole time. They keep bringing up early entrance exams, too." He sighs and rests his cheek in the palm of his hand. "What about your parents? Have they been riding you too?"

"No." Yuuri shakes his head. "I mean, my older sister started working at the onsen right after she finished high school, and I don't think my parents ever said anything to her, either."

"Lu-uh-cky," says the other boy, drawing out and doubling up on the first syllable. "I wish I had a family business. I could just skip university altogether and get to it."

Yuuri says nothing. He does not mind the inevitability of working at Yu-topia—the onsen has been in his family for many years, and he likes the traditional, sedate atmosphere of the inn—but he knows that he cannot do so immediately after he graduates high school. First, he must find out how far his skating will take him; if he does not, he knows he will regret it for the rest of his life.

"What about you?" The question startles Yuuri from his thoughts. "What are you doing over break?"

"I'm—uhh—I'm going to practice my quad toe loop," replies Yuuri, truthfully if not a little cautiously. Mari's earlier sentiment rears its ugly head and makes Yuuri wonder if he's boring. He isn't interested in the same things as his peers—isn't interested in destination vacations, or studying for exams, or fooling around—and he is acutely aware of this fact. "I want to be able to land a quad by the time the season starts."

Yuuri will also be watching the ISU World Championships with Yuuko in a couple weeks, but he doesn't voice this plan. If he does, he knows he'll inevitably wax poetic about Victor Nikiforov and his stunningly bittersweet programs. After Mari's inaccurate assumption that morning, Yuuri knows he isn't ready to be teased a second time about his…. idolization.

"You know, I always forget that you figure skate," the other boy murmurs. "Aren't you nationally ranked?"

"Yeah," Yuuri says. He competed in the All-Japan Figure Skating Championships in late December and finished twentieth with an total score of 152.08. Yuuri is keenly aware that, if it weren't for his presentation scores, he wouldn't have ranked at all. "I didn't do very well."

Yet before Yuuri and the other boy's small side conversation can go into further, more difficult detail, the first half of their group stops rough-housing and pushes the topic back to their break. Yuuri is thankful for the change of subject. It has always been strangely hard for him to talk about his skating to people who aren't Yuuko, Minako, or his part-time coach; he puts too much of himself into the sport to express himself properly to people who aren't a part of the figure skating world.

The rest of the school day passes and ends uneventfully, and less than half an hour after break begins, Yuuri is in the locker room of Hasetsu Ice Castle. Nishigori is already there; he goes to a different high school than Yuuri, and he often beats Yuuri to the rink by several minutes.

"Hey," Nishigori greets as Yuuri sets his gym bag down on the concrete floor. Their assigned lockers are next to one another, as they have been for several years. "Not celebrating with friends tonight?"

"No," Yuuri says. "Are you?"

"No." Nishigori shrugs nonchalantly. "My graduation ceremony is next week, anyway. You're still coming?"

"Wouldn't miss it," says Yuuri. He knows that school has always been hard for Nishigori; Nishigori wasn't book smart, and he struggled through most of his classes. His diploma will have been hard earned. "I'll even wear a tie."

Nishigori snorts but does not say anything while Yuuri perfunctorily changes out of his school clothes and into the athletic gear he wears while on ice. Over the past year, Yuuri has grown several inches and lost the last of his baby-fat; his jawline is sharper, his stomach is flat, and his hips are narrow and trim. He knows he will never be as tall or as muscular as Nishigori, but those things matter less to him now than they once did, and Yuuri no longer hesitates when he unbuttons his navy slacks and strips out of his sweater.

Yuuri's lack of self-consciousness while undressing is also due to his customized soul mark cover. Minako had bought the first one online for his last birthday; in the four months since then, Yuuri has amassed a dozen of the same mark covers in various shades of black, blue, and gray. The cover is a sleeveless top that cuts beneath his ribcage, rises high on his neck, and hides every wild tendril of his mark. The fabric is tightly-woven, light-weight, and moisture-wicking, which is perfect considering that he wears one at all times: when he goes to school and when he works out, when he skates and when he dances, when he's at home and when he goes to bed. The only time Yuuri does not wear his cover is when he showers.

Once Yuuri is done changing, he sits down on the bench next to Nishigori and pulls on his skates. He hunches over to reach his laces, his sternum pressed to his knee.

"Yuuri," Nishigori says. "I… I want to ask you something."

"Yeah?" Yuuri—who is focused on properly lacing his boots over his high arches—does not quite catch Nishigori's subdued tone.

"I need a favor."

"Sure," Yuuri says as he moves onto his second skate. "What is it?"

Nishigori does not answer. Instead, there is a rustling noise as though Nishigori were shifting the clothes around inside his gym bag, then silence. It is not until Yuuri finishes his task that he looks up—

—and sees the small, unopened black ring box cradled in the broad palm of Nishigori's hand.

part viii

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Owen Farrell misses Saracens’ Champions Cup win over Edinburgh due to the birth of his first child

Owen Farrell misses Saracens & Champions League win over Edinburgh due to the birth of his first child

Owen Farrell missed the game because of the birth of his first child

before the kickoff

By Duncan Bech, Press Association Sport

Published: 20:10 GMT, March 30, 2019 |

Mark McCall revealed that Owen Farrell was hopeful of making Saracens & # 39; 56-27 rout of Glasgow less than an hour before the kickoff despite the impending birth of his first child

Munster waits in the semi-final of the Heineken Champions Cup after the Warriors in Allianz Park were killed by a Saracens team missing their main speaker, who was in the hospital with his wife Georgie.

When the kick-off approached at 3:15 pm, Farrell called McCall to tell him that he was still planning to play. ]

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Owen Farrell missed DSaraces & # 39; Champions Cup quarter-final victory when his wife hit the fight

& # 39; His wife went into working time last night, and at half past seven this morning he was pretty sure it would all happen, but that didn't happen, & said the Saracens boss.

& # 39; He called me at half past one and said & # 39; in the next half hour & # 39 ;. … I said & # 39; Owen, the game starts at 3:15 pm!

& # 39; The landslide wins against Glasgow & # 39;

& # 39; De landslide wins against Glasgow & # 39;

The landslide win against Glasgow would have been Farrell's first game since the end of the Six Nations campaign in England and McCall wants him in action for the European semi-final in Coventry on April 20.

& # 39; He hasn't played here in the last two weeks

& # 39; We have a big game on it and he needs to play a little. & # 39;

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Team News | Owen Farrell is out because of his wife fighting. Everyone at Saracens wishes them all the best!

Alex Goode moves to fly half, Liam Williams goes to full-back and David Strettle to the wing. Max Malins comes on the couch. Even without Farrell, Saracens gathered seven Saracens Rugby Club (@ Saracens)

& # 39; Alex Goode came on the flight half and did a fantastic job. David Strettle did an excellent job behind the couch. Liam Williams was good at full-back, & McCall said.

& # 39; Alex had not been training all week, although he played there for the past four weeks.

& # 39; To beat a team with 57 points in the European quarterfinals, you say you are not a bad team.

& # 39; The big cloud is Brad who gets injured within 30 seconds … it is potentially devastating. It is an ankle sprain.

& # 39; They may be OK or not, and we won't know for a few days. I have earned more because I played so brilliantly. "

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for Saracens, Captain Brad Barritt was carried away with injury "Brad Barritt was wounded with wound

Glasgow head coach Dave Rennie admitted the Warriors had not shown up when they tried to secure their first European semi-final . hugely disappointing. We have hidden ourselves from a team that suffocated us. Their kick-chase game was good, ours was bad, & Rennie said.

& # 39; They stopped us and forced many mistakes from us. It is very disappointing.

& # 39; Saracens want to go from set-piece to set-piece and determine the pace of the game. We let them do that.

& # 39; You cannot set a & # 39; n performance against Saracens and hope to get a result. & # 39;

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Serie A Betting: Rome Derby, Scudetto showdown and Milan in crisis

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. predicts Lazio will be celebrating in the Capital on Saturday and Juventus will comfortably see off Napoli, but expects more Milan misery against third-place Sassuolo… “After losing their opening two matches against Napoli and Juve, Lazio have now won five in a row in all competitions, never perfect, but always doing more than enough.”

All roads lead to Lazio

Roma v Lazio Saturday, 14:00Live on Betfair Live Video

The Serie A weekend starts with the high potential for drama at the Olimpico as Roma and Lazio face off in a game that Eusebio Di Francesco really can’t afford to lose. I know that Roma got back to winning ways in midweek against Frosinone, but that’s such a routine victory that it doesn’t count for much, and certainly doesn’t hide the fact that they have been poor this season so far.

Di Francesco already had his doubters after the way that his team capitulated against Liverpool in the first leg of last season’s Champions League semi-final, and he needed to hit the ground running, rather than limping tamely.

Roma have already lost twice in Serie A, they’ve been brushed aside by Real Madrid in the Champions League, and they have twice been held to home draws, by Atalanta and Chievo. They’ve looked listless and disorganised, and Simone Inzaghi and Lazio must fancy that they can do something significant, given the run of form that they’re currently on.

Lazio could have limped into this season after losing out on the Champions League on the last day of the previous campaign, but after losing their opening two matches against Napoli and Juve, they have now won five in a row in all competitions, never perfect but always doing more than enough.

After failing in those first two cracks at a big name, Inzaghi will be determined to see his team win against one of the division’s giants, and where better to start than against their city rivals. They’re too big, and we should back them.

Napoli no competition for Juve

Juventus v NapoliSaturday, 17:00Live on Betfair Live Video and Eleven Sports 1

The monumental weekend continues with Napoli’s visit to Turin on Saturday evening, and even though a dramatic win here last season remains fresh in the memory, Juventus rightly start as strong favourites.

I was hoping that Juve might be somewhere nearer even money than [1.77], but that accurately reflects their chances against a Napoli team who have picked up well after a lukewarm beginning. I’m not convinced that they’re ready to throw down a challenge for the title, and still feel that they’ll be found wanting on Saturday.

Napoli have a Champions League game against Liverpool to think about too, while Juve have the relatively easy task of a home fixture against Young Boys, and that further tips the scales in the home team’s favour, but I still can’t back them at that price as I don’t think that it represents any value for us.

I know that this is the game of the season so far, and as a result I feel duty bound to preview it, but I don’t see a bet that really jumps out at me. I’ll tell you what I’ll do, though. I think that Juventus will win, and do so fairly comfortably, and on the basis that they have won four of their six games by two clear goals, and look to be finding their rhythm, and given that Napoli have distractions on their horizon, I’ll take a look at the Asian Handicap.

Juventus are [3.3] -1 on the Handicap, and I think that gives us a chance. We’re fine if they win the game, and we have a good winner if they do so by two clear goals. With Cristiano Ronaldo starting to relax and perform, and with Juve so potent at home, I think that’s the bet. It won’t be my biggest stake of the season, but it gives us a live chance.

Sassuolo simply stronger than Milan

Sassuolo v Milan Sunday, 19:30Live on Betfair Live Video and Eleven Sports 1

Both Sassuolo and Milan were in action on the Thursday of the midweek round, and so they face another game in quick succession, one which I think will provide some serious entertainment.

Betting on goals is a definite option, with Over 2.5 trading at around the [1.9] mark, but the question that I’m asking myself is whether I dare go into to a weekend supporting Sassuolo again. This is a team which is playing way above the general public’s opinion of it, coached by a man that I’m convinced will be a star of the future in Roberto De Zerbi, and still the market is treating Sassuolo as an also ran.

I’m not suggesting that they can finish in a Champions League place or anything like that, their squad will inevitably be found out over the course of a tough season, but I do believe that they’re underrated, and that they’ll be more than a match for a frustrating Milan.

Sassuolo have now won three of their last four, and when you consider that their only defeat was a gallant one at Juventus, AND that they beat Inter on the opening day, you might understand why I’m so keen on them. Even ex-Milan man Kevin-Prince Boateng was rested against SPAL, keeping him fresh for this reunion.

They’ve won all three of their home games, and face a team that looks unconvincing after fumbling yet another lead to draw at Empoli. The Rossoneri only lost once, away at Napoli, but have now been held by Cagliari, Atalanta and Empoli, and Sassuolo are a far better team at the moment than any of those.

Factor in that Gonzalo Higuain might not be fit in time after a muscular issue, Patrick Cutrone is still not 100 per cent after a sprained ankle and the only remaining striker is Fabio Borini – Milan are in real trouble.

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