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why do you think having an eating disorder is a weakness without sounding ableist quick
Okayyy I guess this was my , I was saying it impeded hin in some manner - an ed impedes his well-being. As in, things you're weak to rather than flaws of character, which is why the list in question never mentions anything like being selfish or greedy.
also it is worth noting that eds are a bit different from other disabilities because recovery from them is a. Possible b. Desirable (as in unlike an autistic person who definitely does not want to to try "curing" themselves for a variety of reasons)
Anyways all in all I would never want to judge people with eds and I'm sorry if that post made it seem like it but uh I have to share this
The way I talk about Azul's eating disorder is admittedly somewhat projection, and I don't even know why I hide that I really don't think people would judge (ill never forget this one ed fic I posted on AO3 where I was like 'hope I don't disrespect eds >< I've never had one' like a goddamned liar). The reason I talked about it like that in the post is because I was kind of projecting my own feelings about my restrictive ed, how so many times I feel like crap no matter what I do, I feel sick if I don't eat and guilty if I do, and I will admit I definitely tend to overly reference my own experiences while talking about Azul's ed, because I'll admit it was nice seeing my own crappy experiences in his own
Anyways in what sense of having a restrictive ed not hold you back? Sure, you can still be successful, but You're constantly running on empty. It's not a character flaw, but it's definitely something that needs to be overcome. And also I write Azul addressing it and recovering slowly but surely because... Yeah projection I wish I could do that so bad T_T
yeah sorry I derailed my answer to this with what's kinda just my own tangent
#tina rambles#azul ashengrotto#tw: eating disorder#Okay I'm assuming good faith#But ngl I can't help but feel like you're just looking for a reason to get mad at me#If that's the case I'm sorry for whatever I did T_T
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Hey friendo can I make a totally self indulgent request for Morpheus being soft and in love with pre-K teacher reader (I’m Going Through It and need some soft Morpheus) 🥺
"TEACHER! HE HAS MARKER IN HIS EYES!"
Dream of the Endless x Preschool Teacher!Reader
Summary: (... no, Tim, that's eyeliner.) In which Dream decides if it is inappropriate to come to you in his human form at work, then he will be will have to do so in another.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Kids lol, gender neutral!reader, touch deprived!dream, kitty meow meow dream (real), fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: BESTIEEEEE OMG YOURE HERE ASKING *ME* FOR SOEMTHING AISHFL:AHSFHASLFHASLFHA OMG LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO dang i started to hate what i wrote (because of tim T_T HAHHAH jk) then thought to start over until my brain woke me up with an idea and now its 12am and im finishing this so i hope you like it baby <3 headcanon: the gif is dream waiting for you to finish with work in the playground nearby the school T_T RIP
Previously on: I'm Dating An Endless Being With No Concept of Personal Space or Boundaries
I let out a shriek when I enter my classroom and find a tall man standing there by my desk, just looking at the entrance, waiting for me.
"DREAM!" I quip under my breath, "are you crazy?! What you doing here?"
The pout on his lips intensifies upon hearing my words.
He was not expecting the reaction he merited. Usually, when he came to school, he was received with eager attention, even by people that he did not want attention from. He vividly recalls adults complimenting him to you and some children shouting things about him at you.
Dream knits his brows, "have I done something to upset you?"
I give him an incredulous look as I cringe at the sound of a child crying from outside. I push past him and get what I came here for the first place, a box of tissues.
I feel Dream watch me as I grab the carton and give him an annoyed expression, "you better not be back here when I return, Dream."
"I didn't mean to sound-" "You hate me." "I don't hate you! I was flustered I-" "You don't love me anymore" "Dream, baby, that's not true." "You'd rather be with those kids than me." "I was at work." "I would never send you away if I was working." "I know. But that's also because you're your own boss and-" "I just wanted to visit..." "I know! I know, and I'm sorry." "... I forgive you..." "Thank you." "... even though you hurt me..." "..." "... and love those kids more than me."
"TEACHER TEACHER!"
I take a moment before turning to the caller, just as the boy screams again, "TEACHERRRR!"
"What is it now, Tim?"
"THERE'S A CAT IN THE CLOSET!"
"A what?!"
I grab Tim before he can even think to touch whatever cat managed its way into our classroom. All the children crowd behind me upon hearing after. With the small child in my arm, and my leg fending off the rest of the kids from going any closer to the closet door.
"Ok, Tim, what exactly did you see in the closet."
"A black cat."
I narrow my eyes and hum, "are you sure it wasn't just a sweater."
Tim shakes head, "it," he meows exaggeratedly, "at me."
I release a huff, "alright, it seems we have a cat to save."
The kids fuss as I put Tim down, and he then bounces excitedly at my words with the rest of his classmates.
I place a finger to my lips as I look between my students, "we don't want to scare the kitty, now do we?"
Immediately, the kids start shushing each other.
I ask the kids to move as I slowly open the door, in case the kitty thinks to lunge or run away. Instead, I am met with wide eyes and a meow that leaves the kids squealing.
There is another chorus of shushes and I bend and slowly outstretch my hand out to the cat.
The sweet thing rubs its black face against me, then its black body, and all at once it's very clear to me.
"Dream?"
Hello, my love.
I slap my hand on my face and fall to my butt when I hear the mental reply.
"Teacher!" Heather calls in concern, "are you ok?"
I turn to her as Dream walks out the closet and nuzzles by my ankles.
"Did the bad kitty bite you?" a distance voice calls.
Dream does not take kindly to the accusation and looks at the direction of the child who spoke.
"No, my dear, Dream did not-"
"Who's dream?" I recognize Luca's soft voice.
"Is that the name of the cat?" one blurts.
"OHEMGEE TEACHER IS THAT YOUR CAT?!"
This sparks a heated debate amongst them.
"Children," I finally have the wits to speak, "settle down and go back to your seats," I get to my feet.
There is a public outcry, and instead, the children surround Dream as he retreats under one of the desks. They try to stroke at him, and I wait for him to react the way cats do when they're disgusted, but he does not.
"Children, please, don't touch the cat."
They obviously do not listen.
"Teacher, your kitty is very shy," Libby comes up to my side and grabs my hand, "my kitty is very naughty."
I smile at her and point, "that kitty is very naughty too."
The sound of Dream meowing (in protest) makes the entire class burst into a fit of giggles.
I huff as I bend back and beckon my naughty lover, "come here, pretty boy."
Dream does not waste time and dashes over to me, practically leaping into my arms. He purrs when he is against me, and nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.
The class lets out a chorus of awws.
"TEACHER CAN I PET YOUR KITTY!"
"I WANT TO PET THE KITTY TOO"
"What's the cat's name again?"
"I don't remember."
"I WANT TO NAME THE CAT OREO!"
"GERALD!"
"Children, please," I interrupt for the nth time, "we have to bring the cat outside."
There is a public outcry.
The clamoring children cry out in protest and I eye the cat dirtily as he continues to snuggle against me. I release a huff and raise Dream in my hand, a la Lion King.
This surely stops the children. They look up at the dangling paws of Dream with wonder.
"Right," I say, "I reckon one cuddle each, then he's going out the window."
"I understand why you like being with those children now." "Again, I was doing my job." "Yes. A noble job, with many benefits." "..." "They were all surprisingly gentle." "..." "I am excited to see them ag-" "You do know if you cause another frenzy in my class again, I'm locking you up in a cage and sending you to a shelter." "..." "..." "... perhaps then instead of a cat, I-" "DREAM I SWEAR-"
#dream of the endless#dream of the endless fanfic#dream of the endless fluff#the sandman fanfic#the sandman fluff#the sandman x reader#dream of the endless smut#morpheus fluff#the sandman x you#dream x you#dream fanfic#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless x you#morpheus x reader#morpheus x you#cat!dream
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this is us ~ jjk | 17
it's been one year since the breakup, have jungkook and y/n been able to move on?
✨ title: this is us | ongoing series (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap ✨ playlist | AO3 & Wattpad ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n 2: hi, everyone! i'm sorry this update took so long but a lot of y'all preferred a longer chapter and here it is! i opted out of one scene but may save it later for a drabble. let me know your thoughts, especially how you think jk & oc will meet again. 👀
[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 18 ~ you're seeing things, aren't you?
chapter seventeen ~ one year later | wc: 8.8k warnings: pov switch, alex is back (but just for a bit and some of you may or may not like their convo), alcohol consumption, language, yoongi + oc bickering, yuna being yuna, baby indie is a big girl now T_T, jk has a new friend 👀, mama jeon is such a treat, some of our fav friends make an appearance, our jk + oc are both growing
~ one year after the breakup ~
Jungkook POV
The silver key struggled to fully unlatch the lock. Jungkook would remind himself whenever he needed to contact the landlord, but he could never remember until he unlocked the front door.
Summer in LA was warm and dry, but of course, with his luck, this was Jungkook’s first week of the summer without any air conditioning.
He shouldered the door, putting his body and weight into it. “Jeez,” he mumbled under his breath.
Not only was the door and air conditioning a mess but also his apartment. Clothes scattered everywhere, the stuffing from the sectional coming undone, it almost looked like someone partied too hard, but that wasn’t the case for Jungkook.
The sound of shuffling and grunting caused him to sprint toward his room, to find a tail wagging joyfully before him. Bam’s head was buried deep in Jungkook’s sock drawer, not giving a care in the world because he was looking for some kind of hidden treasure.
“I was wondering who was making all this noise.”
The six-month-old pup stopped digging and turned around. Just like his dad, he had big doe eyes that also held the stars in them. Hanging from Bam’s mouth was a white sock, clearly filled with something in it. Jungkook quickly took it from Bam’s mouth, stuffing it into the same place it was found. Bam sat and lowered his head.
“Aye–I really can’t leave you alone, can I? How'd you get out?”
Jungkook set his backpack down and sat in front of his big baby. He ruffled and scratched Bam’s floppy, brown ears before placing a kiss on his head.
“What are we gonna do when I have to leave you next week, hmm?”
Bam whined and then licked Jungkook’s cheek, making him lean back.
“What were you looking for?”
The Doberman backed up and returned to the drawer he found the sock in, his nose nipping at the loose knob.
“No. No. There’s nothing in there for you.”
Bam begins to paw at the drawer again, unrelenting in his pursuit of whatever was in that sock–so, he did find treasure. Jungkook decides to give up on Bam. No matter how many times he told him there was nothing in there for him, the stubborn pup would just keep going back to it.
“Bamie, should we go for a walk and get dinner?”
When he heard ‘walk,’ he whipped his head around, panting excitedly at his owner. Taking Bam on a walk was the best way to distract his four-legged friend.
If there was one thing Jungkook never took for granted, it was the beauty of a California sunset. The sky was painted with soft shades of peach and cotton candy pink, palm trees dispersed along the guided path, bicycle bells faintly dinging in the distance, and chatter and laughter filled the air.
The blood pumping through Jungkook’s veins was going into overdrive, as this was the second run of the day for him. He already ran before going to work. But doing this would tire him and Bam out, so they would knock out when returning home.
He called out to Bam before slowing down and coming to a complete stop. Although the summer nights in LA were cool, he was still getting used to the dry heat. His fringe was getting too long, falling and covering his eyes when he ran. He had been tempted for weeks to cut it, but Jimin suggested tying it up or getting a headband. There was no need to cut it dramatically if he liked his hair long.
“Sorry!”
A voice cried out, brushing by Jungkook and Bam, nearly knocking into them while on their rollerskates. Jungkook instinctively pulled Bam’s leash to the side, veering away from the congested pathway. He hadn’t realized how busy this time of night had become. He kneeled down, rubbing under Bam’s chin, turning him from side to side to see if he was okay.
“Bamie, are you okay?” His pup didn’t seem fazed as he licked Jungkook’s mouth. “Oh–” He scrunched his face from the wet saliva and dog breath. “Remind me to brush your teeth when we get home.” Jungkook chuckled and shook his head.
A buzz reverberated from Jungkook’s pocket. He pulled it out, answering the video call, while walking toward a bench to sit, and Bam obediently followed.
“How’s my baby?”
He could see the outline of a small human, and when the video cleared, the only thing in the frame was his niece, Indie's chubby cheeks and double chin.
“Wo-wo. Wo-wo.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, trying to decipher what Indie could be referring to.
“Wo-wo. Wo-wo.” She continued repeating the same phrase while sitting in Yuna’s lap, clambering her little chubby fingers at the screen, causing the phone to shake on their end.
“She wants to see Bam.”
“Oh–” Jungkook finally understood and panned the screen to Bam. If the two were to ever meet in person, they’d be inseparable, Jungkook thought.
Indie’s babbling persisted before the screen panned back to Yuna. “Who’s a big boy now?” she asked in a baby voice. Bam barked in response. “Yes, you–you’re a big boy.”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Sorry! It’s a bad habit. I’ll stop. Where are you, anyway?”
Jungkook switches the camera to the back, showing off the sunset he witnessed before switching it back to his face.
“It’s so pretty! We really need to come visit, or better yet. When are you coming back to visit?”
“I’m planning to come next week.”
“Oh, you are? Perfect!” Yuna stood and placed Indie on her hip while struggling to hold onto the phone simultaneously.
“Why?”
“Because it’s also Mom’s birthday, and she wants to have a big dinner with our family to celebrate.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m coming back. For her and, well, to see my baby.” He didn’t know when it started, but he started to call his niece his baby since she was the only person he could call that now.
“Okay–cool. Are you gonna stay with us? Mom? Jin? Crash with Hyunie and Taehyung?”
All of those were viable options, but he knew if he stayed with his sister, there could be a chance he’d run into you, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet. Granted, it has been over a year, but the thought of seeing you after so long still made his stomach flutter. “I haven’t decided yet.”
“Yuna! I brought your cheesecake!”
Jungkook’s ears perked up, and he looked to Bam for comfort, who was scanning every person walking by. He instantly recognized that voice. He’d know it anywhere.
“You can put it in the fridge!” Yuna turned her attention back to her baby brother. “Just let us know, ‘kay?”
“Where’s my baby girl? Auntie missed you so much!”
Jungkook became flustered, scrambling to devise an excuse so he didn’t have to see you in the video call. “My phone’s gonna die. I’ll talk to you later, Noona!”
Click.
He leaned back on the concrete bench, with Bam turned to him, tilting his head at his owner’s curious change in demeanor. Seeing you in photos was enough for him, but to see you live and in action, with the possibility of you saying hi—he wasn't ready for that. Maybe he'd work up the courage someday, but today wasn't the day.
four days until Seoul.
It's not that he was dreading seeing his family. He was excited to celebrate his mom's birthday and to meet his niece in person. He dreaded the giant elephant in the room when he would be around everyone again. He'd put his money on Jin or Taehyung to say something to 'ease the tension,' but he shouldn't expect anything less because he did leave without proper goodbyes. It's been a year; they should be over it, right? They should've forgiven him by now.
A knock on his office door brought him back to reality. He looked up to see his ex and colleague, Alex.
The door creaked open, and Alex poked her head through. “Late night?” she asked, slowly opening the door wider, keeping her hand on the knob as she leaned against the frame.
“Yeah, just finishing up this presentation for tomorrow’s meeting. Everything has to be perfect before I leave.”
“Everything always has to be perfect for you, huh?”
“What do you mean?” He stopped clicking and clacking at his keyboard and looked up at Alex.
“I mean, we fucked around a lot in college, but I couldn’t not notice how you needed everything to be perfect. Your grades, attendance–for god’s sake, you fold your underwear.”
Hearing this from Alex was surprising. He didn’t think she paid attention to anything else but sleeping around.
Alex cleared her throat. “Anyway, can I talk to you?”
Jungkook gestured for her to take the seat facing his desk. You’d think this would be another ploy from Alex, considering this is how the mess with them started–Alex walking into his office and sitting in a chair. But since Jungkook started his new job in LA, it was like Alex was a completely different person. He could hardly recognize the person she was when she returned from her vacation. She was nicer and happier. It was like she did a complete 180. Jungkook was wary when she would come around his office, so he kept his distance and was civil in his interactions, along with keeping his head down in case anyone figured out anything happened between him and Alex.
“Can we talk about what happened when I was in Seoul?”
She did apologize somewhat, but Jungkook felt it wasn’t genuine at the moment. He thought he’d never see the day she would be sorry for her actions.
“What about it?”
It had been so long ago that he had accepted his mistake and moved on. He wasn’t sure why she needed to bring it up now. Maybe she was having a faith crisis and asking forgiveness from those she wronged. It did sting every time he saw her for the first few months at work, a constant reminder that he wasn’t with you, but it also garnered him to hold his ground and be a better man–to not give in so easily to his desires. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy working with Alex, his guard was always up, ready for anything that she’d throw his way, but like the wildcard that she is, she always surprised him.
“I'm not good at this ‘whole talking about my feelings thing,’ you know that. I, um, just thought I should apologize for how I've treated you throughout the time that we’ve known each other. I wasn't the best person when you knew me in college, I was going through a lot of my own shit, and you were kind of my outlet—well, sex was kind of my outlet, and then with the whole thing in Seoul. We talked about it, but I shouldn't have come onto you like I did. It was wrong of me to take advantage of you, and I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable.”
Jungkook leaned back into his office chair, processing everything Alex said. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. He could easily be spiteful, blow her off, or forgive and accept her apology.
“What’s done is done. We can’t go back and change the past.”
Even if there was a time machine to go back and fix mistakes, Jungkook wouldn’t do it because it would’ve created an alternate timeline which could’ve led to the same outcome for you and him. Regardless of how things turned out between you and him, he knew you needed time apart to grow up and blossom independently without him.
His decision to move to LA was made out of a reckless, emotional place, but he acknowledged that and learned not to make such illogical decisions based on how he’s feeling at the moment. Maybe minus the unexpected choice of getting Bam on a whim, but that’s beside the point. Jungkook had learned from his mistakes and was trying to improve. He didn’t want to return to how things were and how he was.
“Yeah, I know, but I can still apologize for my past behavior and hope to change for the future.”
He took a moment before responding, “And are you changing? Or trying to, at least?”
That’s all one could hope for, right? Even with a person like Alex. Everyone deserves some kind of redemption and the right to move on and be happy. He wasn’t the kind of person to wish the worst on someone. It wasn’t in his DNA, no matter how hard he tried.
“I think so? I'd like to hope so.”
Alex’s phone buzzed, and she took a moment to answer, grinning from ear to ear. Jungkook had never seen her smile like that–it was authentic, filled with joy. She returned her attention back to Jungkook, holding her phone out, which illuminated the home screen. He couldn’t help but glance at her wallpaper, a photo of her hugging someone. He had heard rumors going around the office, but he wasn’t someone who cared for gossip. It was her life, and she could do what she wanted. It was none of his business.
“Okay, then, I guess that’s all I can really ask for.”
“That's one thing I always liked about you.”
“What?”
“How after all the many things I put you through, you’re always so forgiving. I bet the people in your life don’t deserve you, huh?”
Jungkook stopped to think about it. Was he always so easy to forgive and forget? Maybe that was his problem. “Probably not, but—” he shrugged. “Anything else you need to get off your chest?”
She shifted in her chair. “Why’d you do it?”
“Do what?”
Alex bit the inside of her cheek before speaking, “Give into me.”
Jungkook wasn’t expecting to go there with Alex, but since she brought it up, the question lingered night and day for a long time, and ultimately, he concluded that he did it out of fear. He wasn’t scared of Alex; he was scared of not being enough for you because you didn’t share yourself with him, and he resorted to a place of familiarity. It’s no excuse, and he knows that, but it wasn’t something he could change now.
He cleared his throat. “I was insecure at that time in my relationship. I didn’t think I was good enough for her.”
Alex nervously rubbed the back of her neck. “Got it. I, um, you don’t have to explain any further.”
Jungkook lightly tapped on his desk, unconsciously swiveling from side to side in his chair. His lips thinned, waiting to see what else she needed from him.
“There’s one last thing. It looks like you’ll need to pack up your office because you’ll be getting mine.”
“Oh? Why?”
“I'm leaving, Jungkook. I got a new job. Guess you won’t be seeing me anymore.”
He was tempted to ask what was next for her, but he bit his tongue. Whatever she had going for her must’ve been a good offer if she were to leave her current position. Alex always knew what she wanted and went after it; to some degree, Jungkook admired that.
Alex stood, making her way out of Jungkook’s office. Before heading out the door, she stopped to ask one more thing, “What happened with you and your girlfriend?”
“You mean the one that slapped the shit out of you?” He tightened his lips and tried hard to suppress the smile creeping up. He was still proud of you for that. “We broke up. I wouldn’t be here if we were still together.”
She nervously tapped on the door frame, avoiding his gaze. “I’m sorry about that. I do hope you guys find your way back to each other. You seemed to have loved her very much.”
Jungkook acknowledged her comment with a nod and a low hum. He had dreamt about that happening so many times, but it’s been over a year since the two of you had broken up. So he gave up on you coming back to him a long time ago. It was a silly dream that he needed to let go of–the one thing to really set him free.
“Good luck with everything.”
“Thanks, Jungkook. You too.”
Friday nights wouldn’t be complete without Korean fried chicken and cold beer. It was Jimin’s turn to buy, and Jungkook told him to go all out before leaving on his trip. He wanted his belly full of yummy food.
“Where’s Lana?” Jungkook asked before taking a huge bite out of the crispy chicken drumstick.
Jimin chewed as fast as he could before answering, “She’s out with her friends at a bachelorette party.”
“I guess it’s that time when everyone we know is getting engaged or married, right?” Jungkook set his drumstick on the plate before him, and he looked over at Bam, who was patiently waiting for any scrap of food from his owner. He made a face at his four-legged friend, who whined as he lay beside Jungkook.
“It’ll be my turn soon.” Jimin dug in his back pocket, struggling to take out his phone. He unlocked the screen, then scrolled through his photos, handing his phone to Jungkook.
“No way! You’re gonna propose soon?”
Jimin grinned, taking the phone from Jungkook to stare at the ring he had chosen. “Yup! I have it all figured out.”
“Congrats, man. That’s exciting.”
“Thanks! Let’s pray she doesn’t turn me down,” Jimin jokes, sipping his beer. “What about you? What’s new?”
“Alex is leaving.”
“Whoa–the bitch is finally leaving us for good,” Jungkook deadpanned. “What? Am I wrong?” he asked dryly, raising his eyebrow.
Jimin only knew of the ‘Alex’ in college, not the one where she had actually grown up. Jungkook couldn’t help but witness the miracle unraveling before his eyes at work–it was hard to avoid.
“I think she’s changed.”
“Oh! Don’t tell me you’re standing up for her!” Jimin blinked a few times at his naive friend.
“I’m not–”
He wasn’t. He was merely acknowledging the growth he had seen. He couldn’t deny it, even if his friend didn’t believe him. Who would’ve thought that Jungkook would live to see the day someone like Alex could actually change? That was the beauty of knowing someone over a period of time, right? Seeing them go through different stages of their lives, becoming better or worse, in this case, Jungkook had witnessed the miracle of Alex becoming a decent human being.
“She ruined your relationship–”
“I know…” Jungkook said, “But I think she’s really different now.”
Jimin set his beer down and interlaced his fingers, waiting for his friend’s explanation. “Please, Jungkook. Enlighten me.”
“She’s moving to Switzerland,” he paused, “With her girlfriend.” Jungkook tilted his head, ready for Jimin’s reaction to the news. It also took Jungkook a second to process and rethink everything he had with Alex.
Jimin’s eyes widened as he covered his mouth. “Shit–” Jungkook kicked him under the table. “What? I mean, good for her! Who would’ve thought that Alex was into girls? Man, that really threw me in for a loop.” He leaned against the sofa’s cushion. “Well, I guess she’s not gonna be a problem anymore.”
Jungkook let out a rueful chuckle. If only things had turned out differently for you and him. Where would the two of you be now?
“So, are you excited about going back to Seoul?” Jimin couldn’t help but wiggle his eyebrows. Jungkook knew what he was referring to.
“I’m just visiting; besides, I've moved on.” It was something he needed to convince himself of on a daily basis, but it was easier said than done.
“Uh-huh, sure. Is that why you still keep that thing hidden in your sock drawer?”
Jungkook opened his mouth, but nothing came out; then, he looked at the culprit sitting beside him. And which thing was Jimin referring to? The small box? The photo album? “How do you know about that?”
Jimin leaned over to pat Bam’s bottom. “This big guy knows all your secrets. Don’t you, Bamie?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, scratching the back of Bam’s ears. “You guys better not go digging through my things while I’m gone,” he threatened with a stare. He definitely didn’t want Jimin coming across your boudoir album. He had kept that baby safe–at least, he hoped he did. Maybe he should move it again or put it in a safe deposit box or something; imagine it getting into the wrong hands.
“Hey man, it’s not gonna be me.” He leaned over to Jungkook and glanced at Bam. “It’ll be this guy,” Jimin added while covering his mouth and pointing to Bam.
Bam is a smart aleck; he knows when others are talking about him. He stood and walked over to Jimin to lay his head in Jimin’s lap.
Jimin leaned down, ruffling Bam’s ears. “Don’t worry, Bamie. I won’t tell Jungkookie what we find.”
Jungkook shook his head at the two schemers. He had meant to get rid of what was hidden in his sock drawer. He just hadn’t had time to do so.
back home in seoul
Jungkook found it odd how quiet Namjoon and Yuna’s place was. He thought it would be booming with laughter and chatter, granted he came home to celebrate his mom’s birthday.
“Ma! Noona! Hyung! Is anyone home?” Jungkook nearly tripped over the small step in the entryway as he took off his shoes. “What the hell? I thought they said they’d be here.” Unless they changed the location last minute and forgot to tell him.
He set his suitcase down; the lights illuminated the hallway as he walked toward the living room.
“Surprise!”
The rest of the lights in the house turned on as Jungkook clutched his chest with one hand and leaned against the wall with the other.
“What the fuck!” Jungkook shook his head and let out a sigh of relief as he walked over to everyone.
“Yah–Is that how you greet your friends and family?” Jin strolled to the young man, ruffling Jungkook’s long hair.
“You know how much I hate surprise parties.”
“We couldn’t help it. We had to,” Yuna interjects, walking from a room with Indie on her hip. Indie squirms her way out of her mom’s arms, insisting on walking instead of being held. Yuna strode over to Jungkook, giving him a hug. “It’s good to see you, little brother.” She pulled away, taking a good look at him, her thumb gently caressing his cheek.
Indie ran over to Jungkook, pulling on his pant leg. She looked up with her big, curious eyes, her hair in cute little pigtails. “Wo-wo. Wo-wo.”
Jungkook knelt down to her level, squeezing her sides. “Sorry baby girl, wo-wo is back home.”
Indie is obviously uninterested when she learns her favorite pup is not with him, so she runs off, screaming around the living room.
Namjoon greets Jungkook with a hug. “My brother–you look good,” he paused to touch the ends of Jungkook’s hair, “It’s getting so long.”
“I don’t like it,” Yuna adds, “You look like Frodo Baggins.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. His sister was always opinionated, and didn’t expect any less from her. He tried something different today; it was too curly for his liking, so he tied it half-up, half-down.
Namjoon glared at his wife before returning to Jungkook. “It looks great, man.”
Jin walked up behind Jungkook. "Sorry to break up the love fest but I just wanted to pop in and say hi. I'll see you later?"
Jungkook nodded and said goodbye.
The sliding door to the backyard opened, and in walked Jungkook’s mom. “Ah–there’s my baby boy!” She sprinted over with open arms, cupped his cheeks before pulling him in for an embrace, then withdrew to get a good look at him, and that’s when she playfully smacked his arm. “That’s what you get for leaving without saying goodbye to your mother!”
“Ow–” Jungkook rubbed the spot she hit. “Ma–you’re still mad about that?”
She scowled at her son and muttered indistinct words under her breath as she walked into the kitchen.
Jungkook turned to Yuna. “Is Mom really still mad at me?”
Yuna shrugged. “It’s like college all over again. You never call. You never visit.”
“You know why I can’t.”
“Why can’t you guys just be grown-ass adults and be okay with being in the same room as one another? It’s not that hard.”
It was easy for Yuna to say. She wasn’t in an intimate relationship with you; she didn’t break your heart, and she didn’t run away because she couldn’t deal with all of this.
Jungkook’s eyes followed his sister as she walked into the kitchen, helping their mom prepare a dish. He hesitated to ask but mustered up the courage. “Is that why she’s not here?”
“She would be, but she’s in Phuket. She’s using Yoongi’s vacation home.”
“Oh.”
“I mean, she needs it. It's been a rough year for her.”
His mom doesn’t say anything. She peered at her son, wanting to tell him all the things you’ve been going through with your own mom, but it wasn’t her place to say anything. She looked away, going back to her previous task.
He could see the disappointment in his mother’s eyes; he had seen it before. A part of him wished he could be a part of your healing, but you’d blossom more without him.
Jungkook nervously tapped the counter. “Is Yoongi her boyfriend or something?” he asked as nonchalantly as possible.
“No, they’re just friends,” Yuna responded curtly.
Indie came running into the kitchen, dragging her blanket behind her. She wandered to the living room, and her eyes lit up when she spotted something in the entryway. She shuffled her little feet and dropped her blanket on the ground before grabbing the stuffed bunny, which was just as big as her.
Yuna chuckled. “I’m guessing that’s for Indie?”
The curves of Jungkook’s mouth curved up. “Yeah–you said she loved stuffies, so I found the biggest one when I arrived.”
Indie babbled and trotted along to her Uncle Jungkook, pulling the bunny by its ear. He picked her up along with the bunny.
“My baby, Indie, is so big now.” She wriggled out his arms and ran off with the stuffed animal.
“Gosh–I’ve missed so much. Next thing I know, she’s going off to college.”
“You could move back, you know, and not miss any of this,” Yuna suggested.
Jungkook had thought about this every time he hung up with Indie. He had always wished to be the type of uncle who would be there for his nieces and nephews and hoped he would one day be able to do so.
“Hey, Ma. I’m gonna head out.”
“You’re leaving me already?” She teased as she stood to hug him.
Jungkook chuckled. “You know I can never leave you, right?”
She cupped Jungkook’s face, looking into his big, brown, doe eyes. She didn’t say anything. She wanted to take everything in–seeing the little boy she raised to become a good man who loved so deeply and passionately, just like his father.
“Are you going to let go or make me stay here all night?”
The corners of her mouth curved into a closed-lipped smile. “Don’t hurt her again, ‘mkay?”
Again? Hurt who? Hurt you?
He could only assume she was talking about you. There was a slim chance he knew he could run into you, but he wasn’t counting on it. Even if he could muster up the courage to start a conversation, he was too scared to go there, too scared to hear you tell him off again, to tell him there would be no chance you’d give him your relationship another try. He wouldn’t risk it.
Jungkook mirrored his mother’s smile, pulling her in for another embrace. Her frame felt smaller, or maybe he was just getting bigger.
She patted his back, withdrawing from him and looking at him once more. “It was good to see you, sweetheart. Don’t be a stranger and call me sometime, hmm?”
The dinner to celebrate his mom was quiet and low-key, and for that, Jungkook was thankful. He didn’t want a big spectacle of returning to town and dealing with distant relatives questioning his life. As much as he loved his family, he was already itching to leave the second dinner came to an end.
The taxi pulled up to a familiar location, one that brought too many memories of good times with you. But Jungkook wanted to stay with the person that was less likely to question him.
“It’s good to see you, man,” Jin sipped his beer. “I've missed having you in the office, but I hear you’re doing big things out there.”
Jungkook stared at the beer glass in front of him before looking at Jin, “I'm just trying my best. I wish I could come back.”
“You can!” Jungkook glared at him. “I’m joking. I'm joking, but seriously, are you doing okay out there?”
He was good. It was better than expected–being busy with work helped get his mind off many things, being near the beach calmed his nerves, and having Bam has been a huge comfort.
“It was hard at first, but now I'm getting into a steady rhythm with work and everything. I do miss everyone.”
“Come back when you’re ready, man.” Jin rubbed his shoulder, staring at his friend. “She's good, by the way. She’s doing a lot better than she was a year ago.”
Jungkook chuckled. It seemed as though everyone could recognize the big elephant in the room, semi-acknowledge it but didn’t delve further–maybe out of respect for you and him. It’s not that he didn’t want to talk about you or what happened, but he felt it would be better not to explore the ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could’ve been.’ It was more so for his sake, so he wouldn’t be disappointed and maybe move past it.
OC POV
You had been staring wide-eyed at your phone for far too long. Texts and photos were already deleted; the last thing you needed to do was delete Jungkook’s phone number. It’s not like you have called it or anything since you left that voicemail for him. The contact for him had just been there in case he ever drunk-dialed you, which he never did. But your therapist suggested maybe it was time to stop holding onto the last thing you felt was keeping you tied to him.
The button was right there.
Delete–to remove, to get rid of, to erase.
It was simple. You just needed to move your finger and hit the six-letter word. But instead, you chickened out and hit the call icon instead.
You brought the phone to your ear, “The number you dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service.”
Of course, it was no longer in service. It was stupid of you to think he'd still have the same number. He lives in California now, so getting rid of his Seoul number would make sense.
Maybe this was your sign to delete it, finally. There was nothing to hold on to anymore. It’s not like you were expecting to get back together with him or anything.
But the contact still read: Boyfie.
You hadn't changed the name on his contact, and it still read what he was last to you.
Your shaky index finger moved closer to the three dots on his contact. His number was no longer in service; there was no need to keep it. How silly of you to be so scared just to do it, but you needed to let go and move on.
Taking a deep breath, you hit delete, and then the pop-up read: This contact will be removed from all your synced devices.
Cancel or Move to Trash.
Your finger hovered over the two options before hitting 'Move to Trash.' But there was one last thing to do. You went to your phone's trash and clicked 'Empty Trash Now.' If you didn't do this part, then his number would just stay there for another 30 days, and what would that exactly do for you?
Delete forever? - This can't be undone.
Cancel or delete forever?
Trash empty. 1 contact deleted forever.
You thought this moment would bring you relief, but it didn't. There was a twinge of sadness like your therapist had told you would happen. Getting over someone wouldn't happen overnight or in a millisecond; it would take time. Every day, you chipped away another piece of Jungkook–the more you chipped, the easier it became.
No more texts. No more photos. No more Jungkook.
You sported a lopsided grin–you were proud of yourself. Getting here had taken a long time, but you finally did it.
A knock on your door broke you out of your dazed state. You forgot Yuna was stopping by. Quickly, you ran to the door, opening it for her.
“I can’t believe I forgot your keycode,” she said, handing you a tote bag.
“Oh my god, Yuna. What the hell is in here? And why is it so heavy?” You struggled to lift the bag but did your best, bringing it to your kitchen counter.
“You know my mom loves to set you up with all her banchan. She doesn’t want you to starve.” Yuna put the other tote in her hand on the counter next to yours.
“I don’t think I’ll be starving for the next few months,” you joked, opening up your fridge. “Besides, I don’t know why she packed so much. I’ll be leaving soon for my trip.”
“Oh–right! That means you’ll have to eat it before you go.”
“How can I possibly finish all this?” You stared at the six stacks of Tupperware that filled your fridge. How was one person supposed to finish this? Maybe you could hand some off to Yoongi. He definitely ate take-out way too often.
“Take it to Hyunie and Taehyung’s. I’m sure they’ll appreciate it,” she suggested as she took out three more dishes from her tote.
Your eyes widened, and you shook your head, waving your hands. “No, no. Yuna–you have to take those back. I don’t want to waste anything your mom makes.”
“She loves you, you know. That’s why she made me bring all these.” Your lips thinned, taking the rest of the items from Yuna. “She’s sad you can’t come to her birthday dinner.”
“I want to be there, but I’ve planned this trip for a few months now.” You have never missed their mother's birthday dinners for the many years you’ve known Yuna. This one would be your first.
“I know. I know,” she trailed off, folding the tote before her. “I swear sometimes she likes you more than she likes me.”
You chuckled and looked at your best friend. It’s funny how you always thought the same about your mother and Yuna. Oh, how the tables have turned.
“Hold on–I have her birthday present.”
You strolled toward the hallway closet, pulling out a pastel pink bag.
“What’d you get her?” Yuna asked, peering through the white tissue paper to look inside.
“She’d been talking about this handmade tea set for the last few months, so I finally managed to get my hands on one for her.” It was made of the most beautiful marbled ceramic with rose gold painted throughout the tea set. You weren’t going to lie; you wanted one for yourself even though you didn’t drink tea.
“Wow–you really would’ve made the perfect daughter-in-law.” You deadpanned. “What? I’m just stating the obvious.” Yuna stood, strolling to your living room.
“Anyway, give that to her for me, okay? And tell her I’ll bring back a souvenir from Phuket.”
Yuna slumps on your couch. “Can you pack me in your luggage? I wanna go lounge around on the beach and do nothing.”
“I’m sure Yoongi would be more than happy to let you guys use his place next time, or we could all make a trip out of it.” You were grateful for Yoongi being so generous with his vacation home. This solo trip is very much needed.
“Hmm, maybe once Indie is older, we can all go.” You nodded, taking a seat beside Yuna. She turns to you, patting your thigh. “I’m proud of you.”
You scoffed. “What’s there to be proud of?”
“Don’t sell yourself short. I know I’ve been hard on you these last few months, and you know I’m only doing it because I love you and want what’s best for you.”
Everyone always needs someone to keep them down-to-earth and sincere, and Yuna was yours. After all these years, she’s stuck by you through thick and thin.
“I secretly think you love getting on my case.”
“Someone has to tell you what’s up!” Yuna sneered, crossing her arms.
You turned to her, pulling her in for an embrace. “And I’m so glad you’re my person.” You kissed her temple as she withdrew from your hug, annoyed by your sarcasm. “No, seriously. I can only imagine how hard it was being stuck in the middle between Jungkook and me. So, thanks for sticking it out with me.”
“You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you. I’d fight for you before I would for Jungkook,” she half-joked. “Kidding. I love you both, and I’m glad to see you doing better, and this trip will only help with that.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve done anything for myself. It’ll be a nice little retreat for me.”
“What are you doing while you’re there?”
“I’m not sure yet. Swim, eat, explore, maybe write a little.”
“That sounds heavenly. I’m jealous.”
“You can come with me next time.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“I want you to imagine yourself as a little girl. What age are you?”
With your eyes closed, you try to imagine yourself as a little girl. You only see the back of her, and she’s in a floral dress. “She’s about 7 or 8.”
“Can you describe your surroundings?”
“It’s quite dark, and I can’t see where she is. But it could be an open field?”
“Okay, that’s a good start. Now, I want you to go up to her and see what happens.”
You do as your therapist says, walking up to this imaginary version of you. You hesitate as you stand behind her to gather the right words. The imaginary version of you begins to whimper and cry. Immediately, you walked around to her and knelt, getting on her level. The little girl looks down at you, wiping away her tears.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, holding her hands in yours.
“I’m scared.” Her eyes were glassy, with tears threatening to fall.
“What are you scared of?”
“That no one loves me.”
A faint mumble of your name could be heard, calling you back from this short exercise. You opened your eyes, and like the imaginary version of you, your eyes were glassy with tears building up.
“What did the two of you talk about?”
You hated these exercises your therapist made you do. You always ended up in tears and coming to the same conclusion, except you’d talk to yourself at different stages in your life. Though this one was the first time you’d spoken to your younger self, and this one was tougher because she was so young and childlike and hadn’t done anything wrong in her life.
“The same thing we always talk about.”
“And what is that?”
She knew what it was, you’d been doing this over the past few months, but she always made you verbalize it.
“That no one loves me.”
“And do you believe that’s true?”
Your mind automatically said yes, though, in your heart, you knew it wasn’t. You looked at your hands, interlaced on your lap, as your thumbs twiddled back and forth.
She called your name again, waiting for your answer.
You straighten your posture and look directly into her eyes. “No, it’s not true.”
“And how do you know it’s not true? Who are the people in your life that love you?”
“Yuna, Hyunie, Namjoon, and maybe Taehyung,” you chuckled. The two of you loved to squabble and disagree on many things. It’s not that you didn’t like him or anything; you adored him. He was just a very hard person to read, and sometimes you sensed you bugged him.
“I’d say that’s a pretty good list.”
The corners of your mouth curved up. “They’re good people. I’m lucky to have them in my life.”
“So, our session for today is coming to an end. There is one thing I’d like you to focus on while we’re on a small break.” You nod, leaning forward to give her your full attention. “Have fun.”
You’re taken aback for a moment. You thought she’d have something insightful and profound to say before you went on your trip, but it was as simple as possible.
“That’s it?”
She chuckled. “Yes–that’s it. You’ve put in the hard work, and you’re growing, even if you may not see it right away. So, go have some fun, and I’ll see you when you return.”
Flying has never been your strong suit, and then to add on, doing everything solo sent your anxiety through the roof. Your research for this trip could be put into a how-to guidebook at this point.
When you arrived at Yoongi’s vacation home, you were expecting something dark and cold like his apartment in Seoul, but it was the exact opposite–warm and welcoming.
The view from the balcony was impressive, to say the least, the backdrop was the lush, green jungle, and you were only fifteen minutes away from the beach. Although you had a few things planned, you weren’t in a rush to check off your list. You wanted to take your time and really soak everything in. After all, this trip was meant to be relaxing.
Three days into your trip and you were already bored out of your mind. As an overachiever, you crossed off two-thirds of your list. You went to the night market, visited a few temples, fed the elephants, and even went to the island where they filmed James Bond.
You realized that you liked having time to yourself, but you wanted to enjoy these experiences with other people–specifically those you loved. The thought even crossed your mind to cut the trip short and make it back in time for Yuna’s mother’s birthday dinner, but you knew Yuna would just scold you for returning so early.
Guess you’d be stuck here, but maybe you should try to make the best of it. It’s not often you’re in a tropical setting by yourself.
You opted for a luxury resort spa on Naka Island for the next few days. Your bank account would hate you, but you’d worry about that later when you got back to Seoul. There was no need to stress about it now.
The only noises that left your mouth were moans and groans–from the knots the masseuse managed to draw out from you. You wished it was from something else, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t rush into anything with anyone. You didn’t want to repeat the past because that’s how you got into trouble. If the right person came along, then you’d take your time. There was absolutely no rush.
The warmth from the sun had felt wonderful on your skin as you sat beneath the beach umbrella. The calming sounds from the ocean helped relax your body after the intense massage. You rolled your shoulder back, groaning in pain as you stretched.
You told yourself if inspiration struck, then you’d write, but other than that, you wanted to disconnect from your phone and the rest of the world.
Daily naps on the beach became your go-to, along with a Sabai Sabai, a Thai cocktail you’d grown fond of. And with being disconnected from the world, you had nothing better to do than listen to strangers’ conversations which sparked an idea that bloomed into the script you began writing.
The premise? A rival-to-lovers, where two CEOs have to work together to take down the company that wants to destroy both of theirs while being stuck on an island. You had to include an island setting. It only made sense after all. It had become your source of inspiration.
Your mini-getaway to Naka Island was a smart choice. You came back to Yoongi’s place with nearly thirty pages of the start of a new script–a proud feat, to say the least. So you’d spent the last day getting ready to return to Seoul.
You snuggled into the king-sized bed, taking advantage of the spectacular view and adding a few more pages. The apricot and peachy hues of the sunset painted the sky, and you stayed focused on the scene until dusk had taken over. With your laptop being the only light source, you closed it and set it to the side. This bed was too comfortable for your own good.
It was nearly two in the morning when you heard a noise coming from the living room. You were sure you had locked the door, but maybe one of the stray cats you saw around the neighborhood had entered the house.
With sleepy eyes, you rolled out of bed, scanning the room to see what you could take to protect yourself. The only thing you still had out was your hair straightener, so it would have to do for now.
You shuffled into the living room with your straightener in your hand and flipped on the light. “What the fuck! Why didn’t you call me to say you were coming? I could've killed you.” You were right; it was a stray cat.
“With what? Your hair straightener?” Yoongi blinked, scanning you up and down. “Nice jammies, by the way. Were you expecting company or something?”
You used your robe to cover yourself, crossing your arms and scowling at the man before you. “Shut up.”
“Sorry, I tried getting in touch, but you never responded. So I had to come to make sure someone didn’t murder you. You know, since you have some weird obsession with that happening to you.”
“Oh��I’m sure you’ll smother me in my sleep tonight.”
“Well, just don’t tell me your dreams never come true.”
You rolled your eyes. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“I’m meeting with my location manager to scout some spots tomorrow.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to the James Bond Island.”
Yoongi tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “How’d you know?”
“I took a wild guess.” You watched him set his things down. “Well, I’ll be out of your hair soon. I can move my things so you can sleep in the master bedroom.”
“No, no.” He waved his hands. “It’s fine. I’ll take the spare.”
“Yoongi, it’s your place. I don’t mind.” You walk off toward the bedroom, determined to make sure he takes the master bedroom.
“Are you always this stubborn?” Yoongi asked, following after you.
You turn to him with a smile. “Yes.”
“You’re not gonna give up until I sleep in this bed tonight, huh?”
“Nope.”
After the early morning intrusion, Yoongi wanted to apologize by treating you to coffee before you had to leave. The freshly made Patongo donuts were sweet and fluffy, perfect for your Thai iced coffee, and the view from the cafe was gorgeous. It was a great day to lounge outside.
“So, how’s everything going?” Yoongi asked, taking a bite of his donut as he slouched in his seat.
“It’s fine.” Yoongi gave you an expressionless face. “I mean, it’s going well. It’s been wonderful. It’s so nice; I might just retire here,” you teased.
“You’re gonna be an old lady with your twenty cats.” The two of you witness a stray cat walk by.
You sneered at Yoongi. “That was a weird coincidence, and I’m not really a cat kinda gal.”
Yoongi chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you’re doing well. It’s nice to see you happy.”
You put your hand over your chest in exaggeration. “Did Min Yoongi just give me a compliment? Today must be my lucky day.”
“And that’s all you’ll get from me, you hear!” He smiled and shook his head. “No, but seriously. Your energy—it’s different.”
You didn’t want to continue quarreling with him. Instead, you nodded in agreement. This past year was painful and full of heartache, but then it started to look up—with more smiles, laughter, and tears of joy. Your hope was it would continue like this. After all, you deserved it.
You stuffed your things into the back of Yuna’s car before taking a seat on the passenger side, and to your surprise, you heard baby Indie babbling behind you. The only thing you could see popping above her head was a giant stuffed bunny.
“That’s cute. Did you buy it for Indie?” You asked as Yuna drove away from the airport.
Yuna quickly glanced in the rearview before looking at you, hesitating to answer. “Jungkook bought it.”
“Oh.” He must’ve ordered it or something, right?
“He came to visit while you were gone,” she admitted while her eyes were focused on the road. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know if you’d try to sabotage your trip and come back early.”
She was right. You would’ve been tempted to devise an excuse, but you really had no reason to. “Well, I wish you would’ve told me so I could make my own decision instead of you making it for me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. You’ve been doing so well with moving on and therapy–I just didn’t want you to regress.”
You understood where her heart was, but still, you were a big girl. You didn’t need her to mother you.
“Wo-wo. Wo-wo,” Indie continued repeating the phrase before throwing her bunny to the side and clapping at her accomplishment.
The car came to a stop, and Yuna looked over. “Do you forgive me?”
You rolled your eyes. “I guess, but can you let me make my own choices next time?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Yuna smiled, pausing to see Indie’s hands playing with her shoe from the rearview. “So, how was Phuket?”
“It was great until Yoongi showed up.”
“Yoongi showed up?” Yuna questioned, her tone going up an octave.
“Yeah–for like a split second. He caught me on the last day of my trip.”
“Oh,” Yuna’s comment lingered, indicating something else was happening. “And there’s nothing going on between you two?”
You shook your head. “No,” you said curtly, “I didn’t sleep with him if that’s what you’re asking.” Why did something always have to happen between a man and a woman? Could they simply not be friends? Was there always something more?
“Okay, I’m just curious, that’s all.”
“We’re just friends. Nothing more.”
“Okay, okay. Message received–loud and clear.” She tapped on the steering wheel. “So, when are you guys getting married?”
“I–you’re lucky we’re in the car!”
“Shh–Indie is trying to nap, so I brought her.”
You scoffed at your best friend; she wouldn’t let this go so easily, was she?
Coming back home felt torturous. You had nothing lined up in terms of work. The only thing you had going was the script you had started in Phuket. You guessed you could work on that for the time being.
But–you were stuck. Writer’s block came in like a wrecking ball. Maybe you should’ve stayed in Phuket longer. Yoongi even offered to have you accompany him to scout some places, but you didn’t want to overstay your welcome. He had already provided so much in terms of his vacation home.
A notification from your phone went off. You pick it up to see a text message from your agent.
Jae 9:27 AM How much do you love me?
You 9:28 AM You know you’re my favorite person in the world.
Jae 9:29 AM Now I know that’s a complete lie. Anyway! I have a big opportunity for you. Are you free for lunch today?
“Jae, can you just say what you want to say? I’ve been sitting here listening to you ramble about your pet hedgehog.”
Jae blinked profusely as his lips thinned. “Okay, fine. Netflix wants to partner with you,” he finally spits out while you choke on your water.
You cover your mouth as you cough and clear your throat. “I’m sorry, what?”
“They really loved your show with Kenji and want you to come to their headquarters to discuss potential positions they could see you in.”
Your eyes narrowed. “You’re joking, right?”
He pointed to his face. “Does it look like I’m joking?”
You sighed, looking around the table and then back at Jae. “I don’t know what to say.”
Jae put down his fork. “Say you’ll take the meeting.”
“Is it here in Seoul?”
He shook his head. “It’s in LA.”
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This doesn't even feel like a mystery. It just feels like defeat.
We know enough about Who. Who is a famous hitman. Who is the hitman? Who knows. Probably not anyone in this building. He's a hitman. His job is to infiltrate and hit. Why would he necessarily have to be WDO or Amaterasu personnel.
We don't know How Huesca or Why Yakou but. To what extent does it even matter? The hitman got us. That feels like the full explanation of this mystery. He got Huesca and then he got Yakou and now he's fucked off for parts unknown.
This doesn't feel like a crime to solve. It feels like it's time to pack it in and go home. We lost what we came here for - Huesca and any information he may have on homunculi - and we took some heavy losses in the process.
Yuma's suffering from a quagmire of despair right now and I feel him. I don't even feel motivated to "solve" whatever there is to solve here. It feels like time to just. Like. Cut our losses and get out while we can.
This doesn't feel like a case. It feels like defeat. The only thing in the back of my mind for why we should stick around and try to make sense of it is the promise that we might be able to retaliate for Yakou via Mystery Labyrinth.
Y'know, that thing I kept joking about doing to Yomi. With Yakou specifically, even. Wow, all of those "Hey Yakou, go die so I can soul-reap your killer" jokes got a lot harsher in retrospect.
*heavy sigh* What are we even going to do now? Where do we go from here?
You got any ideas, Bestie?
Nope, still catatonic. T_T I'm genuinely more upset by how this is affecting Fubuki than I am for Yakou's actual death.
You rest up and don't blame yourself. You did nothing wrong.
We don't exactly have the ability to treat this here, either. If we leave now, he'll probably die. If we stay, he'll definitely die.
I figured everyone came here together. Still don't know how they got past the bioscanner but it'd be easier to trick it once than to trick it multiple times.
Wait, hold up. Yakou told you, he told Halara and Vivia the two ultra-badasses, to fuck off and go look around somewhere?
No. That's. Dumb. That's dumb. Yakou was not a recklessly brave man. He would not kick his bodyguards out of the party like that for no reason.
My "this is personal" theory is getting stronger. Yakou made excuses to split the party and send Halara and Vivia away. Then he ditched Fubuki in the halls, taking advantage of her naivety to get her easily lost. Then he used Yuma as an opportunity to dump Desuhiko, by "creating a distraction".
He did everything in his power to isolate himself. So no one would be with him when he met Fink the Slaughter Artist.
i was asking before why Fink would kill Yakou. But we should consider the possibility that it was retaliation. If Fink and Yakou do have a complicated personal relationship (Such as "Fink killed Yakou's mentor" or "Fink IS Yakou's mentor"), then Yakou may have been tried to kill Fink and simply lost the fight.
Halara would sugarcoat Yakou's fate if they could. That's. That's a hell of a statement, right there.
He fled for his life while shrieking at the top of his lungs. A reasonable response, honestly. Halara's terrifying when they're tearing through your forces like a coffee filter.
Well. Fuck. He doesn't even need to come back with reinforcements. Yomi could leave us down here until we starve. War of attrition.
Oh, shit, that might be on me. I shoved you into their fist when I was using you to buy time for Fubuki and me to get away.
I'm not sorry.
I feel like he's talking about his mysterious remote-viewing Forte. Maybe it is astral projection, and he needs to find a nice, comfy spot to leave his body?
You know, I was going to agree with Desuhiko at first but now that Halara's chimed in? I've seen you two gamble. Halara smokes Desuhiko every. Single. Time. So I'm going to back Halara's position out of principle.
Do they need a special passcode or something, or can any Peacekeeper do the trick? Because if we can reach Desuhiko's bag, we can have a Peacekeeper. Fuck, we can have Yomi if we need to.
That's our ticket out of here. Desuhiko is the key to every--
WHAT. WHY. DESUHIKO, WTF.
Great. Cool. No, this is fine. Desuhiko could solve all of our problems but he decided to leave his superpowers at home. Fan-fucking-tastic.
We also need to consider the possibility that if we're locked in, then Fink is locked in with us. There may be a famous assassin running around down here trying to get free right alongside everyone else.
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I love the Nagazora arc and the way it all played out, and how well it worked out for KiaMei at the very end of part 1. In a crack nutshell:
Kewvin: Kiana's part of my Kaslana legacy full of musclebrains that could easily bring back the Leeroy Jenkins meme if they weren't naturally talented at clobbering Honkai dead with a baseball bat. Also cores are bad, you should do something about that, I TOTALLY can't do anything about them, just don't clarify that with your crippled friend and her gundam weeaboo mentor.
Mey: OMG MY POOR KIANA CHAN 😭😭😭
Kerbin: Come join the Dark Side, I have tons of subscribers and Elysia
May: I'll think about it one minute passes I'll do it
Einstein: Wait a second. You're letting your relationship with Kiana define 99% of your existence and agency in the narrative which loves to write you like this for some brainless reason. Wallowing in misery is turning you into a two-dimensional angstlord. Let me help you. I want to save Kiana's life.
Tesla: Me two
Aunty Teri: She has other people in her life plus a family that cares for her safety and wellbeing, in case you and the writers forgot. You're not exactly alone in your grief here.
Bronya: I exist and I also care, and I fought that Kewpie guy with Mr. Welt so I know if he's BSing you about not being able to yank out Kiana's cores himself or not.
Mee: everybody stfu it's my arc and my wangsty opera solo about my skill issues, only me myself and i and what kiana means to me matter, nothing and nobody else matters! nobody understands her better than me, we're endgame herrscher soulmates that can erase everyone if we want to and i'm pretty sure we did in a bad ending but whatever, it's me and her against this cold cruel world that suffers wangsty fools like us, baby!
Kanai: Nope, I've got realistic problems and emotions to deal with atm. G'bye moesenpai sorry not sorry
Meo: chases kiana and fights to the music of codependency
Thunderhead: hey. hey kid. you want edgey battlesuit?
Meh: i tried so haaaaard and come so faaaaar and in the end I had to be a Herrscherrrr
Kania: Meansenpai wai the 180 hostility and violence and resting honkai diva bitchface T_T
RaidenMeiThunderthighs: I'M NOT SAYING BECAUSE GO FUCK YOURSELF. KICKING AND BEATING YOU IN THE FACE AND TELLING THE AUDIENCE THAT I'M DOING IT BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU ISN'T CRINGE. SEE YOU IN SIX MONTHS, STAY PRETTY AND REGRESSIVELY STUPID FOR ME
People who neither play GGZ nor ship them: This fight is horribly written, and caters specifically to the GGZ crowd.
#honkai impact#hi3#hi3rd#emotional impact#don't give me too much grief#just enough grief that shows you absolutely hate this post#happy april fools
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hi, IE Obsessor here ready to explain how rarepair shipping works. At least on my case, so take this as my personal explanation of "why would you ship this two characters that have never talked to each other not even once?"...
I think Dynamic and Headcanons have a lot to do in this, if you imagine how they'd act with each other based on the personality you interpret they have. At some point it'll just 'click' in your mind or you'll just think "oh, but what if A met B?? What if they dated or had a crush on each other???" And at some point it just makes sense to your imaginary scenarios.
I'm prone to throw away canon content whenever this happens, because I'm aware they have barely any interaction, but at the same time I can imagine they have met each other off-screen. For example, we don't get to see much of Raimon's original team shenanigans after Tenma, Shindou and Tsurugi go to space, so whoever they met or whatever they did is left to assumption (at least anime-wise, I haven't seen any gameplay of Galaxy yet). Or to make it less big of a timeskip, we can't realistically know what happens from cutscenes to cutscenes on every episode, specially if there's a small jump in time. Hope I'm making sense, I usually don't so sorry if that happens.
I must add that I'm one of the lucky ones who can say my ship has interacted at least a few times. Hope they would more because I think they'd have had such a good dynamic.
Sorry if this was too much text T_T, I'm glad you're just curious about this and that don't judge us. Again, this was what I follow to ship rather than a 100% all-fandom-can-agree explanation. Also I did this via ask because it was the most anonymous I could be, hope you don't mind.
Omg omg, thanks so much for your answer!!!
Hope u won't mind me sharing this here, however I think this is the only way I can thank u for your reply?
Anyways, guess it's kinda clearer to me now (I mean, I knew bout headcanons & stuff, but my silly brain couldn't understand hehe - never though it really seems to be that simple)
Anyways #2 I'd like to know bout your other opinions on IE (and maybe those ships u've mentioned) so if u'd like to, u can DM me or sth, id like so much to talk about IE with someone also interested in it, guess I've never really had a chance... But only if u wanna, I do t force u do fo anything.
Thanks again <3
#inazuma eleven#inazuma 11#inazuma eleven go#ina11#ina11 go#inazuma eleven go galaxy#gotmyanswerhihi#heheheeh
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I hope it isn't too late to ask you... 8, 18 and 41 for Steven? I really love your fics btw
Ah, no it's not too late! Thanks for asking (and thanks so much for the kind words about my fics T_T) I'm really just easily distracted and I see these messages during my work day and then forget to come back to them by the time I get home @_@
To the asks, though!
8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child
Oh this is an interesting one, mostly because the person doing the telling was ever Steven's parents. His mother passed away when he was quite young, and his father played the role of absentee for the majority of Steven's childhood. That left him in the care of his nanny, who honestly had little trouble with Steven. He was a good kid, very quiet. Probably had to be told to stay out of his father's rock collection (he'd leave fingerprints on the glass cases) and maybe to come downstairs for meal times because he'd be too engrossed in whatever it was that he was doing and not want to stop. Other than that, he did his homework and stayed out of trouble for the most part. Now when he got his first pokemon and started to adventure out of the house more...
18. What embarrasses them?
Funny enough this relates back to the first question. First are foremost, Steven is embarrassed by his father. Joseph, like all parents, is fantastic at embarrassing his son. Even in canon we see Steven become flustered with his father's teasing. It's all good natured and done with love, but it's still annoying for Steven to have to field his father's prodding on whether he's found a nice young lady to settle down with in front of guests.
Otherwise it's the usual follies, like becoming aware that he's rambled about rocks at an inopportune time, or being called out by Wallace in a public place. "Oh look everyone, it's Steven Stone, how amazing! You should all ask for his autograph" ;) and queue instant mortification from Steven.
41. How do they feel about children?
My goodness, anon, you have a way of stringing these questions together so wonderfully. I was almost about to launch into the only group of people Steven probably won't embarrass himself in front of are children. He might not be invested in having any of his own at the moment, but he actually is very good with kids and young trainers. He has a lot of practice with Tate and Liza as neighbors in Mossdeep, but I think a lot of it has to do with his own deep-seated wishes for loving adult figures in his own childhood. He's very patient and enjoys the boundless enthusiasm that kids have for all subjects (yes even rocks). I think he truly wants to see children succeed in whatever they do, and wants to encourage them to pursue their dreams. I hc he's actually best with public appearances involving children vs adults, and the way he's presented in the anime as Sawyer's mentor melts my heart. It's great.
Thanks so much for these asks, anon! Sorry it took me a while to get to them. Always happy to ramble about Steven and co.
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Hey Ais! I'm the anon who wants to write a book. Thank you so much for your words! They encouraged me to keep going :) I don't really think i can become an author and earn money from my books and that's not really my objetive but i do want to finish my stories and have people enjoy them. I'm curious about how did you and Sonny publish ICoS, where did you do it and if you did it once the books were finished one by one? I'm trying to find a way to share mine but i'm kinda scared. [continues...]
Sorry, I just saw this! Tumblr sometimes doesn’t notify me of things what the heckkkk -- speaking of, was there a part 2? I didn’t get that if so, I’m sorry T_T
Things were a little different back when we started so I’m not sure how much this will help, but we first posted icos on AFFN (adultfanfiction.net) and then when people started liking it, I made a website for us and we simulposted between AFFN and the site, and then when the books were finished, years later we released them as ebooks (and for the first book, paperback) on createspace. By the time 1/27 and the Director’s Cut of Evenfall rolled around, I think we had taken to posting them as a pdf from the start, using files I’d uploaded to my author site. We were lucky though, because for whatever reason, there were all these wonderful and kind people out there who had read our story and liked it, and as time passed other people started recommending it (like, the first big rec place that mentioned it I think was The Slash Pile - shout out to my old skool friends over at TSP!) and then it eventually ended up on Goodreads where we got some really great feedback and met some great people, and so on and so forth. We ended up not having to do much advertising on it, because people kind of advertised it for us by word of mouth.
For my current stuff I’m writing, I’m doing a combination of posting some things on AO3, Patreon, my site, and I used to do Goodreads, and then sometimes I remember to include copies on tumblr. I’m not finding a lot of interest in my original stuff on AO3 for the most part except a little bit from some incredibly kind people on some of the stories. But yeah, I definitely don’t get the word of mouth on my current stuff the way icos got, so it’s definitely harder to get attention on a story. I think if you’re starting totally from scratch, it would probably be even harder, because I’m still lucky where there are some really kind and dedicated people who are willing to look at my new stuff solely because of icos.
Back to sites - I think people look at fictionpress too, which we used super briefly but not much.
If you’re looking for places to give you feedback, I haven’t used them personally but the ones I’ve considered using the most is scribophile and this other one whose name I cannot frickin remember for the life of me... it had road in the name maybe? Super helpful, I know. I keep seeing people mention wattpad but like, wattpad to me was always where all the kinkiest, fringe fanfics went to live, so I’m not sure why that keeps popping up under recommendations for original works online unless it’s changed a lot in the years since I first heard of it.
I do think it’s always scary to start sharing the story online or with anyone, especially if you do and at first you don’t really get much, if any, feedback. I do think it’s important to believe in yourself and try to find fun in writing and sharing on its own just in case that happens, because I know I always get discouraged and stop sharing things for months/years at a time when that occurs. If you can keep yourself from doing that, that’s ideal! I don’t have great advice on how to do so other than to just try to be fair to yourself, and also try to find someone (even one person) who will read the story and be excited/interested to read more.
By the way, I may have missed something in the second part but if you’re talking about writing the story in English and if English isn’t your first language, it completely sounds like it is. If you’re writing it in another language that isn’t English, that makes even more sense since, again, you sound totally like a native speaker to me lol
Anyway, not sure if this helps at all. If anyone else has recommendations, you should let anon know by replying to this!
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I've just finished ICOS and I'm not even kidding when I tell you it broke me completely, sobbing at 3am and all that. Thank you so much for writing the series and breaking my heart. Buuut there's this one thing I've been wondering: How did Ryan survive the lung disease for so long? I also read Rainbow and the verdict was he had about 18 months left and well, Ryan's still very much alive by 2027. It's totally okay if you don't wanna answer. Happy an awesome day :D
I’m glad you liked it! ahaha sorry to make you cry lol
I’m trying to remember, honestly... originally, “Sonny” wanted to kill Ryan off sometime after Evenfall but I was like NOOOOOO T_T TOO SAD PLZ 2 NOT??? and since the main reason “he” wanted to do it was because “he” was kind of bored of Ryan’s character, it was easier to let him grow as a person/character than to kill him off. I was stoked! So then things were reworked a bit to let him live. I have vague memories of some sort of medication he used that ended up having better recovery rates than expected? Maybe we said that because he was at the Agency they had access to more experimental medication and it actually worked for him?
Sadly I genuinely don’t remember what the story was we went with. But honestly that’s one of those cases where it was sort of going to go one direction, then got shifted a different direction, and the reason for why things ended up being okay is probably not as hardcore strong a reason as it would’ve been if things had been planned that way from the start. I imagine his prognosis would’ve been less dire if planned from the beginning, but then again, I don’t think it was planned from the start he’d die, either. The ramping up of his illness being super duper awful was probably in part because “Sonny” was getting kind of tired of writing him, so in a way it’s fair that the dismal ending was rolled back and he remained sickly for some time but not as terminally ill.
You know, now I’m also mixing all these various plans together in my mind. Did Ryan ever go to Europe for a few months? That was a plan at one time, too. He was going to go to Euro Agency or maybe just Europe and kind of tool around, and he was going to find an older guy he’d get with. I think he was going to genuinely like that guy. He was going to do this because he thought he had limited time to live, and he was tired of feeling controlled and cooped up in his life, so I think he wanted a moment of spontaneity, of doing something super different and unexpected and just for him. But then whatever procedure or whatever worked better than expected and suddenly he had a new lease on life. And then he was going to come back at some point. Did we ever do that?? I don’t think we did. Or maybe that’s what Rainbow was? But I’m pretty sure Rainbow was set in US Agency. Maybe we did imply he did this a few months off screen? UGH now I’ve forgotten everything important. It doesn’t help that the series is so Boyd and Hsin focused. There was a lot that happened off page that the two MC’s didn’t really notice or care about because they were constantly in the middle of dramatic things, themselves, so it was understandable they were more internally focused but then now I forget what we did have happen in the background or what was just an idea at some point that never went to fruition.
Either way, the good news is you can imagine Ryan being around for years and years to come :) And you can imagine your favorite reasons for this - he got some experimental procedure, or some experimental drug, or he spent some short time off screen in Europe for some reason and found something super useful there that helped him out, or....
;)
Sorry the answer isn’t better! :( Good question though :)
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