#I sketched this out when I was crying ehm

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Remus Sanders is an artist HCs – part 2

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It may be slightly more angsty than last time... (but it’s still packed with this Creativitwins content I crave... plus there are hints at Intrulogical, Dukeceit, and Intruality).

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21. When Remus wants Logan to join him with creating new hybrids and some weird terraformations in the Imagination he leans in way too close and asks: “wanna play god?” in a seductive voice. (Works every time.)

22. He paints a lot and he usually needs gigantic canvas, because he’s very expressive and energetic, so the paint goes everywhere (including the artist himself… I mean he drinks it) and he’s got no patience to deal with some small easel when he has A VISION.

23. He likes recreating already existing famous paintings, but – obviously – makes them more sexual and/or bloody. The more disturbing the better.

24. He knows quite a lot about classical art and the well known artists. If you want to rebel against the rules you need to know them first, right? (he learnt that too)

25. Remus is better with theory, Roman has more artistic intuition when it comes to new techniques. So they can often teach each other. Remus giving the facts and Roman quickly coming up with new ways to apply this knowledge in practice. (Logan’s very proud.) They generally like trying new techniques and materials to paint or sculpt together.

26. Remus, just like Roman, really wants a big audience (or any audience, at least). The fact that he’s “trapped” in Thomas’ mind is sometimes depressing, because his brother’s ideas are quite often created in the real world, but his art stays in the subconscious with no one to witness its disturbing glory.

27. So Roman made him an art gallery where he can display all his proudest creations. Most of the visitors are just the made up people from Imagination, but sometimes one of the sides will go there too. Patton has more than once spent the entire evening looking at the displays through his fingers, but he’s seen every single work of art and tried real hard to honestly compliment at least one thing about all of them. (He even took the autograph. Remus definitely didn’t cry.)

28. Once Roman and Remus decided to paint each other portraits and then autoportraits to hang them together for comparison. It started as a friendly competition to brag about their skills, but it turned out that each brother painted their twin with much more sad expression than they had on their autoportraits. They decided to not talk about it again, but they kept the paintings in their rooms nonetheless.

29. Remus once gave every side their portrait for birthday or nameday. They were very… ehm… realistic. Let’s just say that not every side wants to show them publically.

30. He likes asking other sides to be his models as a sneaky excuse to spend time with them. Most of them already discovered his intentions, but they come to his study anyway. Deceit is the most patient and graceful model and the only one willing to take off any clothes (to show more scales, mostly). Logan can be patient too if you let him read or rant about something while posing. Patton is too energetic so he can only pose for quick sketches.

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31. Remus stopped asking Roman to be a model, because… well… He can just draw himself without moustache, since they are twins (in an AU where the sides don’t look exactly the same…; if they do look alike, then he can draw anyone and put into Roman’s costume). But to be honest Roman just can’t stay in one position for more than twelve seconds. He’s easily distracted and gets excited, leave him alone.

32. When the twins were little they drew a lot pictures together on a giant cardboard. You could always guess which part was done by which twin. (And they really made Patton suffer by constantly asking which one he likes more.)

33. One of Remus’ biggest dreams is for Thomas to direct a horror movie. The most obnoxious and over the top production, full of gore, but with a super sad ending that affects you more than all the limbs and eyeballs flying around earlier.

34. He has at least twenty variants of the script and a long list of ideas (such as the designs of the monsters and precise descriptions of gruesome deaths), but at some point he realized that his big project will never be transferred to the silver screen. He gave up on asking Thomas about it after the seventh script, but kept writing.

35. When asked nicely he will paint, draw, sculpt etc. something pretty and delicate for others. Sometimes other sides do that to tease him and see him sketching fluffy animals, but he actually appreciates that they want his art. So if he spends a quiet evening painting some sunflowers in watercolours it’s all good. (But they better praise his work adequately. He could have spent that time sketching naked dudes, so be grateful, Janus.)

36. When struck with a sudden wave of inspiration Remus will write down his idea (or sketch something) no matter the situation. With a fork on the wall? Sure. With permanent marker on his forehead. Of course. (So you should not be surprised to see him walking all day with the words “tentacles, birthday cake, salt” written all over his face.)

37. He likes designing tattoos. He even put them on two other sides (they agreed!). [I’m not going to tell which ones.] And he really enjoyed it. You combine art with causing pain. How could he not like it?

38. He did at some point use his own blood to paint. It’s Remus, let’s be real.

39. When he’s melancholic and needs a change he likes to stay on his side of Imagination and just shift all the things around. He rebuilds the parts of his tower or let the forest grow at the impossibly fast speed. He doesn’t consider it art, but he often ends up with something new and interesting, so maybe it is? (plus he feels better afterwards)

40. But when he’s extra sad, he would just sit down and write poetry. Because he honestly thinks that poems are kind of lame. And what’s lamer than being sad, am I right? haha (someone hug him).

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I don’t know if I’m finished with this list… Probably not.

[Again, part one is HERE.]

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Discord Thread || Quentin & Roman

Discord thread featuring: Quentin and Roman

When: October 12th

Mentions: @dammitdorian​, @aaronhart93​, @jayceelynd​

Description:Roman meets Quentin at the bar  and they end up getting mugged.

Trigger Warning: Hate Crime Mentions!!!

Roman. Roman was...in a mood. He’d just had a major fight with Aaron, and now he just needed a distraction. Quentin was a great friend, someone he really felt like he could be himself around without being judged for anything. He also doubted that the other male would guilt him into considering therapy. That was kind of a burn at Aaron when he shouldn’t be thinking that way, but it’s not like he was in the best state of mind. He threw on some makeup to hide his puffy face from crying with some eyeliner, and a swipe of red lipstick before he was out to meet Q at a bar in between their places. “Hey!” He greeted his friend with a wide smile, tucking some hair behind his ear as he took a seat at one of the bar stools on the right side of Quentin.

Quentin. When Roman texted him needing a release and a sure way to clear his head. Q was quick to suggest his newest stand of weed. He had only smoked from this batch one other time before, and it left him loving life. So he knew it would be the perfect remedy for his friend. He had quite a lot of things on his mind as well though. It seemed he was getting closer and closer with Dorian, and he knew the other male didn’t like his playtime habits. Although, he never really made a stink about him quitting, Q knew it was something he had to consider. Which only brought him back to his break up with Jaycee, which also weighed heavy on his heart. As soon as he saw Roman though, he offered the male a wide smile. “Hey gorgeous” he greeted, complimenting on his make up. He always thought Roman was unnaturally beautiful, he always had such an extraterrestrial glow about him. “I went ahead and ordered us some drinks. Then we can head out back if you want and toke up.” He pushed the glass of alcohol into the space in front of his friend and turned in his seat to face him more directly. “I hope you like sex on the beach” he grinned.

Roman. Roman continued to smirk when Quentin called him gorgeous, because that made him feel good every single time. He wanted to feel pretty. It wasn’t about being a girl, or feeling feminine, he just loved makeup, and had fun with it. Roman snorted when Q said he hoped he liked sex on the beach, nodding as he took the drink, and swirled the straw inside of it. “Love it.” He teased, and then took a sip. “This is good — but the festivities will be the best part.” He sighed, and looked down into his cocktail. “How’re you by the way? Hope your night was better than mine.”

Quentin. “I had a feeling you would” he smiled proudly as he watched Roman take a sip from his drink. “Oh yeah, the festivities are always the best part. We can skip out of here if you want and get right to it” he suggested. Pointing with his finger toward the back exit, just in case he was interested. “I’ve been alright. No, that’s a lie. I’ve been pretty good actually. At least anytime after 5” he grinned. “How are you though. You okay? Still haven’t got that assistant have you?”

❝𝓡✮м𝕒𝐍 ❜❜ “Yeah, hold on though.” He held up a polished finger when Q suggested skipping out, picking up his drink to take it down until the glass was completely empty. He coughed a bit once he was done, smirking through it, because he couldn’t believe he’d just done that. Listen, it had been awhile since he’d had a drink, and tonight felt like the best night to get a little crazy. “Nope, no assistant. Looking though. Why? You interested?” He joked, already feeling just a slight buzz start to build from how fast he’d taken down that damn drink. “I’m glad you’re doing well though. That makes me happy.”

Quentin. Quentin watched as Roman downed his entire drink with wide eyes. An extremely amused grin pulling at his features as he eyed his own drink and debated doing the same thing. “Yeah, no... I’m not doing that” he chuckled. Taking another large sip instead before putting his attention back onto the brit. “I could be. Like I said, I have a lot of down time coming up, and I really wouldn’t mind helping out if I could” he shrugged. “I guess it all really just depends on what kind of things you would expect me to do.” He took another large sip before pushing his drink away and standing up from the bar stool. “I’m trying to do well. I still have plenty of faults though, trust me” he winked. Lacing his arm through Romans and pulling him with him toward the exit.

Roman. Roman of course hadn’t been serious when he asked if Q was interested in being his assistant. That would be ridiculous, but he supposed he was used to being ridiculous. His whole life was ridiculous. He was relieved when Quentin pulled him outside to smoke though, because lord knew he needed a hit, and was more than happy to stand in a dodgy back alley to wait for it. “Damn, it’s starting to get chilly out here.” He admitted while rubbing his hands together, and looking around, feeling a shiver run up his spine at the sheer mood of the place. “Kind of sketch back here, innit?” He asked in a thicker British accent than he really meant to put on.

Quentin. Maybe Roman wasn’t serious, and the whole idea was a bit ridiculous. But Quentin was used to doing some pretty ridiculous things to make a little extra cash. Not that he’d ever admit that to just anyone. Once they were outside though, he was quickly pulling the blunt from his pocket and leaning his back against the brick building. “Yeah, it is a little chilly. You want my jacket?” he asked, being the genuinely sweet guy that he was. He placed the blunt between his lips and lit it up before inhaling deeply and passing it along to his friend. “Ha, yeah. I guess it is a little sketchy. I usually don’t pay much attention to it though. I know the owner so, I don’t think he’d let just anyone back here.” God, was he about to be sorely mistaken though. “So.. what happened with you and Aaron? You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna. But,  I’ll totally kick his ass for you if it helps.”

Roman. Roman shook his head when Quentin offered his jacket, because for some reason, it just felt...yeah. He didn’t know how to describe it, but the gesture was so sweet. In another life, maybe he would have been dating Q, but it felt odd to imagine that now. He was happy with Aaron, at least, he usually was. He didn’t have the words to describe what tonight had been, but lord knows he felt off about it. Obviously. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering if saying what had happened out loud would be yet another confirmation that he’d been in the wrong. He really didn’t want to be. “I ehm...Aaron wants me to go to counseling for my past trauma...my depression. But, I’ve done therapy before, and I hate it.” He took the blunt, nursing it between his fingers before he was taking a deep hit, and blowing it out into the cool night air.

Quentin. He just smiled at Roman as he declined his offer and shrugged slightly. If he wanted to freeze than that was on him. He was never the type of person to push anything onto anyone. Except for maybe sex, in a totally mutual way though of course. He watched as his friend nursed the blunt and listened carefully to each word he had to say. “Damn, yeah, that’s rough. I don’t think therapy is really something you can force onto someone though. I’ve done it before myself, and you’re right, it’s awful. Plus, it only really works if you’re ready and accepting to it.” He wasn’t sure if his words would make Roman more mad or not,  but he was just speaking from his own truth. Roman definitely didn’t strike him as the type of guy who would do anything out of his own accord anyway. “You know, maybe you just need sex therapy.” Oh God, here we go. The logic of Quentin DeLancrèt, pot head extraordinaire. “Maybe he should just try blow jobs and back rubs on the regular. It’s always done wonders for me” he grinned.

Roman. Okay, Roman felt a little better that Q seemed to think therapy was awful. It couldn’t possibly be for everyone, right? Still, why did he feel so guilty?? He took a deep breath, and then nodded, once again taking another drag off of the blunt before passing it back to the other male. He snorted when Quentin suggested sex therapy, as if Roman didn’t have enough of that. “Trust me, we don’t need help in THAT department. We mess around all the time. I mean, when we can anyway. When des isn’t around of course.” He felt the need to clarify, looking off to his left when he heard some voices in the distance. Immediately, the actor noticed some men that had come out of the pub next door, clearly drunk, and also looking for a smoke in the alleyway. It made him nervous, even if it was completely harmless, just thanks to his past and what he’d had to deal with previously. The paranoia would probably never go away. “Anyway. So. Guess you and Dorian are still going great then?” He tried to change the subject.

Quentin. He happily took the blunt back and chuckled softly to himself before taking another drag. “Well, I didn’t think you would. Honestly” he mused, slightly raising his brow. He had very vivid memories of his time shared with Roman in that department, and he had no doubt things were still going well for him. “I don’t know, man. Maybe just tell him what he wants to hear and move on from it. Fight about it another time” he shrugged. That of course was awful advice, considering he knew Roman better than that. His eyes shifting over to the group of clearly drunk men that had joined them in the alley. “Yeah, things are going really well. We aren’t official yet, but we’ve been exclusive. Does that make sense?” he asked with a giggle, clearly getting pretty stoned already. Apparently giggling was a bad idea though, because it gained them some much unwanted attention. “Oh, shit. Look at these two fairies over here” he heard one of them say as the group approached them. ”Which one of you is supposed to be the bitch?” another asked. Quentin was immediately pushing off the building and standing in front of Roman as he handed the blunt back to his friend. “Why don’t you guys just go back over there. We don’t want any trouble” he said firmly to the group. One of the men swiping the blunt from Roman’s hand before pushing Quentin back into him. ”You got anymore weed on you?” the man asked. Eying both Quentin and Roman before making an obscene comment about Romans lipstick.

Roman. Roman nodded when Quentin talked, smirking slightly at what he was saying about Dorian. “Yeah. I get that for sure. I’m happy for you.” He’d said that via text, but he felt he really needed to say it in person as well, because he WAS happy for his friend. He liked seeing him smile like that, and appear content. That was quickly shifted though when the other men in the alley noticed them, starting to pick on both of them, and start to get physical. “Listen. We don’t want any trouble.” Ro tried to reason with them, grabbing onto Quentin’s arm out of sheer primal instinct once Q was pushed into him. He’d been in a situation similar to this before, but his friend being involved in it was even worse. He was starting to regret his decision to wear makeup, drawing unwanted attention to himself once again. ”Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t look like a fucking lady boy then.” one of the men shot back at Roman, making his stomach sink as he turned to look at Q, hoping the other male would just give them what they wanted, if he even had anymore weed, and wouldn’t make a big deal of them picking on Ro.

Quentin. To be honest, Quentin was pretty used to being pushed around. He dealt with it his entire life with his adoptive father, and not to mention some of the older men he used to run around with. But there was something about this whole situation that was seriously rubbing him the wrong way. He came out here all the time and there was no way in hell he was going to let these guys ruin his vibe. “Yeah, I got more weed. Here”  he said as he tossed the baggy of weed he had in his pocket to the other man. “Just get the fuck out of here” he spat. Of course his French attitude was never shy to reveal itself in these situations. It wasn’t until Q turned his back to them though that the other male decided to comment again. ”Sorry for imposing on your little blowjob. That color would look nice around my cock too, don’t you think, lady boy” It was then that Quentin’s eyes turned almost black with rage. He could let the comment go once, but enough was enough. He turned back around to face the other man and used his full body weight to push him back. “I said, get the fuck out of here” he demanded with a bit more fire. He wasn’t sure what happened next though. It was almost like he blinked and his head was bouncing off the brick building. The man had given him a swift left hook straight to the eye, and he was literally seeing stars.

Roman. Roman knew that Quentin speaking back the way he was, wasn’t going to end well. Guys like this had too big of an ego to just take what they wanted and leave when they were being challenged. It was like his whole life flashed in front of his eyes when Quentin was knocked into the brick wall, a shriek basically escaping his throat as he ducked down to touch his friend’s shoulders, trying to make sure the man was okay before he was seeing red. He could deal with himself being hurt, but people he cared about? “Shit. Are you okay? Fuck!!” He cursed, tears pricking at his eyes before he was jumping up, and trying to reason with a group of strangers that couldn’t be reasoned with. “You got what you wanted, now fucking GO.” He spat, barely getting it out prior to a punch getting delivered to his own jaw. He didn’t know how many times he was hit, and kicked after that, just praying, and begging out loud for it to end until he was coughing up blood.

Quentin. He could feel Roman’s hand on his shoulder and he nodded his head to his question. “Yeah, I’m good” he half lied. Of course he wasn’t that good, his head was split open and bleeding. But none of that mattered the second he saw the man hit Roman. He was jumping in and swinging his fists relentlessly. Even kicking his legs as he was lifted off his feet before being thrown onto the ground. He could hear half the guys beating on his friend as the other half beat and kicked on him. His arms coming up to cover his head as he tried to shield himself from the blows. Fuck! This was not how this night was supposed to go, and to make it even worse, he felt like it was all his fault. It seemed way longer than it actually was before someone else finally opened the back door. Their threat of calling the cops inevitably causing the men to finally take off running. Leaving Roman and Q laying in a mess of their own blood. He just laid there on the ground for a moment before reaching his hand out to grab Romans. Giving his friends hand a light squeeze to let him know he was still there.

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Encounter

Pairing: Reader x Namjoon

Tags: Fluff, just for fun

Word count: 2.4k

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With a sigh you slipped your phone back into the pocket of your jacket. Annoyance let you furrow your brows while you averted your gaze out of the train window. A gray, dull world flew past you and you saw your mood resembled by the fog that hung low between the trees and little towns you passed. You know you shouldn’t let yourself get so influenced by a simple string of messages but you couldn’t stop yourself nevertheless. One of your friends, Mark, had just snapped a supposedly funny pic of an ad to a dating app on his commute to uni. He laced his message with a whiny caption about how envious he is of those eleven people that fall in love every minute on this app. At this point you were used to him crying about how lonely he was but it still bugged you. Not that you resented him for feeling such a common human emotion, but because he made the biggest drama out of it whenever possible; and that was basically every passing minute. It wasn’t that you felt a lot different from him but you didn’t feel the need to rub it other people’s faces all the time. And you surely didn’t need his frequent reminder that having no one to hold at night and snuggle up to sucks. You took a deep breath and let it out in another long sigh to losen the tight knot in your chest. Not that it helped much but you simply turned up the volume of the music in your ears a bit to drown out all the annoying thoughts for a while. You still had 6 hours of train ride ahead of you and you couldn’t spend it all being a cranky, frustrated blob. Especially when you were on your way to sweet insouciance, called Jeon Jungkook. The both of you had been inseperable since elementary school until he had gotten the sports scholarship that got him into his dream college. You on the other hand had to settle for the mediocre digital arts university that took you but you were actually quite happy with where you were now. And now, finally, after months of torturous studying you would see him again. There was so much to catch up on (not that you wouldn’t tell each other everything over text anyways but you know) and so much fun to have. Just the thought of your dearest friend only being 6 hours away from you now, made you giddy with excitement.

You spend the next two hours listening to music, doodling and trying to pass some time when a flock of new passengers boarded the train during a short stop. You were subconsciously picking up on people passing by and filling the last dew empty seats while you were concentrated on drawing a raw sketch of two people walking down a long beach together. One of the silhouttes was dancing backwards, the other one lightly crunched together in a laughing position. You just sketched out a high cliff at the end of the beach in the background when someone lightly poked you on the shoulder. Looking up you pulled out one of your earbuds. The long figure of a tall stranger loomed next to you over your seats from the aisle, “Can I sit here?”, he asked pointing towards your backpack on the seat next to you. His voice was warm and friendly like sunshine and as he waited for your reply a questioning smile spread across his face, revealing a cute set of dimples. Hastily you put your bag under your own seat and between your legs, “Sure”, you returned with a smile yourself. While he got himself comfortable next to you, you stole a few glances at him out of the corner of your eye. His defined jawline and full lips caught your gaze and you were immediately intrigued by the handsome stranger with light-brown hair which seemed to be bleached. He had one earbud in on the side facing away from you and had just pulled out a book as his eyes locked with yours. Feeling busted while staring at him, you felt the urge to cover up your creepiness by striking up a conversation. Immediate panic was pumped through your veins as you said the first thing that came to your mind, “My name is Y/N by the way. That’s a pretty-looking book you got there.”, you blurted out while nodding towards what he held in his hands as if that was the only thing you had been interested in all along. Shit. His hands very beautiful as well as he was gifted with long, elegant fingers and you spotted a few distinct veins traveling up the back of his hands over his underarms. Swallowing nervously you forcefully retorted your eyes back to meet his. Surprise and an amused smirk was spread over his face. “Oh, ehm, thank you. It is not only pretty but quite interesting as well. Also, nice to meet you, I’m Namjoon.”, he chuckled lowly which led to a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. “That’s..nice to meet you, too. And basically, that’s what I meant to say. It looks interesting.”, you tried your best to save the awkward atmosphere from spreading further between the both of you. “What exactly is it about? ‘Me before you’, sounds pretty romantic?”, you rambled on while leaning closer to read out the book’s title from between his fingers. Pensively he rested his gaze on the book cover. “It is quite romantic but also turbulent and full of suspense. I’m hoping dearly that it has a happy end though. I’m not quite finished yet.”, he finished his statement with locking his eyes with yours and you felt like there was subtle message in his eyes, “Oh then, I don’t want to stop you from finding out!”, you started fumbling around with your sketchbook getting ready to leave him to himself again. “Ah, I didn’t mean that I don’t like to be distracted by a beautiful girl.” You jerked your head up to face him again. He seemed just as surprised by his own words as you. For a second you contemplated what you could possibly answer to that and you noticed a shy faint redness settling over his face at your silence. He was about to add something but you had already started letting out a laugh that was way too loud and way too fake as if he was telling the greatest joke possible, “Hah okay, cool.” Great job. You handled this situation really professionally. No surprise your sexual activities have been as non-existent as they were and your lady parts were as dry and desolated as the sahara at this point. Both of you just settled on not speaking any further about what awkwardness had just played out between you two and buried yourselves in your respective activities.

Another hour and a half passed without you exchanging another word with the beautiful man. Mindlessly you had scribbled onto your sketching blog but some part of your mind was still lingering on the strange guy next to you. He just seemed to make you feel in a certain way you couldn’t quite explain to yourself. The way his smiles had grazed upon you, had instantly made you want to trust him. And although the interactions between you had been clumsy, they left you pondering on him warmly. Almost like you were just meeting an old friend you hadn’t seen in years but not a complete stranger. A sudden noise pulled you out of your train of thought. You thought Namjoon had just cleared his throat slightly but as you glanced over to him you saw him trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes which were glistening wet. Was this full-grown man crying there next to you? He truly tried not to let it show but who was he kidding with how he tried to conceal his face with awkward hand positions and his nose almost touching the pages of his book. Dumbfounded you considered acting like you didn’t notice a thing and giving him the privacy to cry at his story. Yet when he started trying to quietly snort up his nose you couldn’t do nothing anymore. Silently you reached into your bag and handed him pack of tissues without any words. Slightly shocked and mostly embarrassed he looked at the the pack in your hand. With a mumbled, “Thank you”, he took out of your hands, reluctant to meet your eyes with his. You felt a strange pull in your chest while you were watching his profile from the side. You decided it must be the same feeling you got when you saw a sad puppy and pushed every other thought away from yourself. You decided to pack away your sketch book since you couldn’t concentrate right now anyways and instead tried to sleep through the rest of the ride ahead.

But although you had put on some calming, ambient music and already had your eyes shut for a while now there was no sleep taking you away into its sweet realms. You checked your phone for the third time and slightly groaned at the clock as you saw that only 20 minutes had passed. You went back to telling yourself to be sleepy anyways. Through hooded eyes you stole a quick look over at you neighbour just to notice him staring at you. What the hell? You tried to seem like you didn’t see anything at all and just had your eyes closed like someone who actually wanted to fall asleep, oblivious to everything and everyone. Why was he looking at you? Or didn’t you see it right? Maybe it was just you wishful (?) thinking? You settled on using a cool, ninja trick to check if you were right. Out of no where you opened your eyes wide as if you were just struck by lightning.. or an idea, both pretty rare occurences. And with your attention focused on Namjoon you reached for your backpack and got out your waterbottle as if you had just woken up to drink some delicious water, nothing out of the ordinary. But in that whole process you observed the other closely. How shock had spread on his face to how he had fallen into erratic coughing as if he had just happened to look into your direction while he was clearing his throat. But you saw right through his masquerade. Not that you could judge him in any way since you had stolen glances at him the whole train ride as well. The question was rather why would he be doing that? Wait, why had you been doing that? When you went back to faking being asleep and hoping to actually slip into it your head was already busy making up theories as to why he had been looking at you. Did you have somehting on your face? Does he usually sleep with open eyes? Or was he just shocked to take a longer look at the girl he had previously called beautiful and was now doubting his own judgement? What you didn’t expect was that your thought carousel had indeed effectively pushed you into a light sleep. Unfortunately it didn’t prove itself as very refreshing since you spend half of the time dreaming about a tall, handsome boy sitting on a train that was gifted with a big mouth and sharp teeth. It tried to devour you and chased you through space while the boy that awfully looked and sounded like Namjoon screamed, “The queen demands your panties!” and “Scarifice yourself for the world’s peace!”. Looking back you would even go so far as to call it a nightmare like you hadn’t had one in a very long time.

Next thing you know was a warm hand on your arm, shaking it gently and a soft voice calling out to you, “Y/N… we’re almost at the last stop. Y/N, when do you have to get off?” Slowly you opened your eyes only to be greeted by the face that had just haunted you over your dreamversion of Mars, hovering directly in front of your nose. “HUNGRK!”, you exclaimed while jolting backwards against your train seat. Namjoon’s face was a mix between amusement and fake hurt at your reaction. “Woah okay, what’s cracking, Namjoon?” Blankly he stared at you for a few seconds before answering, probably wondering if you had just caused yourself a concussion, “We’re at the final stop in 15 minutes and there is only one last stop in between. I just wanted to make sure you don’t have to get off there?”, your brain took a few moments to go over the information it had just received. Final stop? What time was it? Panic spread through you. How long had you been asleep? The world outside the train was pure black now, no sign of the sun only streetlights and the warm lights of homes passing by in milliseconds. Without answering him you checked your phone and every composure you might have had fell from your face. The train must’ve passed by your destination about 40 minutes ago. You had slept deeper and especially longer than you had thought. “Is everything okay? Y/N?” Finally you rose your head up to face Namjoon who had a seriously worried look in his eyes now. Out of sheer frustration and helplessness you felt hot tears welling up in your eyes and a lump in your throat. “Oh”, was everything Namjoon mustered out when he saw the first drops rolling down your cheeks. “I..it’s okay… where did you want to get off?”, he furrowed his brows. Through fighting to surpress your sobbing you told him the name of the city where Jungkook lived now. What were you going to do? Would there even be a train back at this hour? How much would a hotel cost at the place you would have to get off at? “It’s okay… it’s fine, I will figure this out.” You stared at your phone through a veil of tears that blurred your vision. Thinking rapidly about a solution, you pulled up an app to check for other trains going where you were supposed to be right now. On the verge of your perception you noticed 5 missed calls from Kookie(⌐■_■)  in your notifications. All you could muster up was sending him a quick message.

From you to Kookie(⌐■_■)  (11.37) : I kind of fucked up. From you to Kookie(⌐■_■) (11.37) : i will explain when i have figured out but From you to Kookie(⌐■_■) (11.38) : i’m not dead and i am sorry

What now?

Your anxious gaze fell upon the stranger sitting close next to you.