#Lois Lowry is just that good maybe
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
As a child, I once threw up into my grandparents’ sink because of a grody medical scene in Karen Hesse’s middle-grade free-verse historical novel Out of the Dust. I almost puked again when I steeled myself up and read it as a teenager, and I might puke again if I read it today. I gave away one of my Goosebumps novels in fourth grade because the cover was too scary (and also because the story wasn’t as good as the cover, lol) (par for the Goosebumps course). I was a total weenie (who also loved reading about grody shit), but I still think kids should basically get to read whatever. Freedom means puking in a sink sometimes.
#what really puzzles me is my visceral reaction to the scene in the giver#where Jonas experiences pain from crashing his sleigh#that is so far from the book’s most upsetting scene!#I had personally experienced that level of mild pain just from ordinary childhood accidents and illnesses#I think around that time I literally mildly injured myself while tobogganing#and I didn’t give a shit#but Jonas goes through it and I’m like I need to step away#Lois Lowry is just that good maybe#books#reading
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Shrapnel
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Summary: “Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.” — Lois Lowry, The Giver aka a person from your past finds their way back [2.3k]
Warnings: pregnancy, a problematic ex, jealousy, talks of Jane, ✨feminine rage✨, language, threats of canonical violence
You're holding Joel's hand while walking through Jackson when it happens. He's not usually one for PDA, but since you found out you're pregnant, he almost always has a hand on you. He squeezes you when a voice calls out to you. You have a doctor's appointment later in the day and got through your unremarkable early morning patrol shift. You're much more interested in debating baby names with Joel than talking to anyone else, but the shouting gets more persistent. At first, it's just your first name, but as the sound gets closer, your maiden name gets tacked on. Nobody's called you by your maiden name in years. It's enough to make you turn with furrowed brows and frustration building in your chest.
It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the person in front of you, but once they do, you're stunned into silence. He's aged— wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, gray at his temples, and a slight limp in his gait. He's definitely not the teenage boy you once knew. You subconsciously drop Joel's hand and take a step back to fully process the man in front of you.
"Matt?" You breathe, and he smiles.
"Hey," he says. "I can't believe you're… here and alive."
"Yeah, I could say the same to you. What are you doing in Jackson?"
"My group trades out here sometimes. I've never seen you here before, though." He says. How the fuck could Maria not tell you about the smuggler who looks a scary amount like the little girl in the photo on your desk? Maybe she didn't know. Jane never had his last name. There's no way she would've known. "What are you doing here?" He turns the question around.
"We live here." You say and raise your hand to rub Joel's back. His shoulders are tense under your touch, but you each relax at the familiar affection. Matt looks between you two, and you recognize the slight puffing of his chest. Matt's body has changed with the apocalypse, muscles and scars peeking from his sleeves, but Joel is broader and a good head taller than him. Joel doesn't even blink at the peacocking.
"You gonna introduce us?" Matt asks, gesturing to Joel.
"Uh… yeah. Yeah, this is my husband, Joel," You look up at Joel and nearly choke on your next words. "Joel, this is Matt, Jane's dad." Joel's face falls at the sudden connection. You can see him scrambling for something to say, but a light tap on your shoulder stops him. Like the patron saint of horrible timing, Ellie appears at your right. Matt looks over her in awe, and you immediately want to tuck her away from sight. "Joel, can you take her home?"
He stares at you, a protective glint passing through his eyes, and you give him a minuscule nod. He clears his throat and jerks his head at Ellie. The unspoken communication is understood, and she falls back enough for your blood pressure to drop to a reasonable level. He pecks your lips before holding a hand out to Matt.
"Nice to meet you, man." He says, and Matt meets him halfway, grimacing slightly at Joel's grip.
"Likewise," Matt says. Joel gives you one last look as he walks away. You watch him and Ellie bump shoulders and get further and further away from you and Nugget, Joel's nickname for the baby still developing under your heart. When you pry your eyes from your family and look at Matt, he smiles politely. "Should we talk?" You don't trust yourself to open your mouth and speak, but you nod and lead the way to the Tipsy Bison.
The Tipsy Bison is emptier than usual, something you're silently grateful for. Town gossip didn't end with Cordyceps�� something you and Joel are more than familiar with— and you don't want to give anyone material for rumors. Matt gets a plate of food while you grab a glass of water and snag a table towards the back of the room. Once he settles across from you with his plate, you're not sure what to say or do. What do you say to the father of the kid you had at sixteen? The kid he abandoned?
"What've you been up to?" He asks, breaking the ice and making you chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "Besides getting married." There's enough bitterness in his voice for you to hear it and roll your eyes.
"That's normally what happens when you don't see someone for over twenty years."
"C'mon, let's not do that."
"Do what?" You snap, and he gestures vaguely between you.
"Fight. I'm not gonna ask you for anything," I'm not gonna ask for her back. "I'm just happy you're alive and safe. I wanna know how you got here and what's been going on with you guys. Can you just, I don't know… let me in?"
Something stupid, vulnerable, and fifteen in you wants to give in and tell him everything. Something else screams at you to run him out of town. You take a deep breath and a sip of water.
"I was a smuggler in the QZ back home for a few years before moving to Boston. That's where I met Joel." You say, and he nods, grateful for the information.
"Joel seems like a good guy."
"He is," you say. He takes a bite of food, and uncomfortable silence falls over you. You wonder if he can spot your barely there bump under your thick jacket and if he would even say anything if he did. He barely gave you any attention when you were pregnant with Jane. You doubt he'd see anything now. "How long have you been smuggling?"
"About ten years. I used to do the FEDRA jobs before I met the people in my group. It's better money, and I get to travel with them."
"What QZ did you end up at?" You ask. He gives you the name of another QZ about a six-hour drive from your hometown. He tells you he was visiting a friend when Outbreak Day happened and never made it back. Why would he? He didn't have anything he cared enough to come back for. You tell him about getting to the local QZ and staying there, conveniently leaving out details about Adam, hit jobs, and midnight star gazing. Once you're done, he stares down at his plate, moving food around with his fork as he thinks.
"That girl," he starts, and your heart clenches. "Was she-"
"No," you cut him off, shaking your head. "No, she's not. Her name is Ellie. Joel and I adopted her a few years ago."
"So, where's Jane? She's… how old is she?" He asks. Your hand instinctually lands on your small bump under the table, a nervous habit you picked up from your first pregnancy.
"Twenty-five."
"I can't believe that. What's she like?"
"Matt…"
"I know I don't have the right to ask or even be here, but I wanna know about her. If you don't want me to meet her, that's fine. I won't argue with you. I just wanna know if she's happy. Well-adjusted, especially after everything. That's all." His words are too little, too late. How dare he act like you kept her from him when he never came around in the first place. Like suddenly he's Father of the Year, and you're the bitch baby mama who never gave him a chance.
"She's dead." It stings as it leaves your mouth, and you watch the weight of the words smack him in the face. His fork falls from his hand, and his eyes search your face like he's trying to determine if you're lying or playing a mean joke on him. You don't know what he finds in your expression, but it's enough for all his breath to leave him.
"W… what? What happened? When?"
You give him bits and pieces. You tell him about Mrs. Carmichael and the school, but you don't tell him how far you were from the QZ or why you couldn't return to your original, much closer trading post. You tell him you buried her but not where. You tell him you went after the Fireflies who detonated the bomb but not how you bled information from them until you were shaking from rage and grief. By the end of it, he's pale and wide-eyed, but his hands are steady.
"I should've been there," he says, and you want to agree, but then he keeps talking. "I could've protected her better or kept her safe or, I don't know. Maybe things would be different." Protected her better. What the fuck could he have done that you didn't? How would he have kept her safe? By keeping her from her peers, learning, and the sliver of hope embedded in her favorite books? By locking her away and controlling her every move like he tried with you?
"What would've been different, Matt?" You ask, decades of anger and annoyance bubbling up to the surface. "You? Us? Give me a fucking break. There's nothing you would've done to protect her. You weren't ready to be anyone's father, let alone hers."
"But you think you were?"
"The second I saw those positive tests, I knew I could. For ten years, I was ready to give her anything and everything. For ten years, I took the shitty jobs and overdrew my bank account, and lost sleep trying to keep her alive. And what were you doing when I got kicked out of my mom's house and had nowhere to go? What were you doing when she had colic and couldn't stop crying? What were you doing when she needed someone to walk her into school every morning for a month because she was so scared?"
"I was a kid." He tries, and you laugh, dangerous and low.
"And I wasn't? I was Ellie's age when I had her. Joel was twenty-two when he had his daughter, and he was scared but still stepped up for her." At the mere mention of Joel, he rolls his eyes and pushes away from the table.
"We're talking about us and our daughter, not him."
"Oh, it's our daughter now? Now that she's dead, you want some kinda claim?" You ask. "You don't get to come into my town, ambush me, and then act like I'm the bad guy," he tries to open his mouth to argue, but you put a hand up to stop him. "And if you say anything else about my husband, I'll tie you to the back of my horse and drag you out of town. Do you understand me?" You ask, and he pauses like he's trying to figure out if you're serious, nodding when he realizes you are.
"Here's what's gonna happen: you and your group are gonna trade whatever you need to trade for, and then you're going to leave my town. You're not gonna say anything about this conversation to anyone, most of all my daughter, and if I catch you so much as looking at her again, I'll break your fucking neck. You can keep smuggling here but never speak to or about my family ever again. If I find out you're spreading lies about Jane or Ellie or even Joel, I'll-"
"Careful, you might run out of big, scary threats there, sweetheart." The unmistakable sound of you cocking your gun under the table clicks in the air. It's a miracle he's survived this long with that big fucking mouth and no observational skills. He swallows hard as you press the barrel of your gun into his kneecap.
"You wanna cut me off again, or do you need to learn a lesson?" You ask. He shakes his head, suddenly enthralled by whatever you could have to say. "Get the fuck out of Jackson." You push your gun against his bone hard, hard enough to make him hiss in pain, before removing it completely.
Then, silently and with his tail between his legs, he does what he does best. Turns his back and leaves. You're privy to the fact that this is similar to the first time he left. You were pregnant, he was pissed, and neither of you were necessarily happy with the situation. Except this time, you hold all the power. This time, instead of going back to a home you'd be kicked out of, you're going home to your husband and child. This time, your baby already has a father who loves them so much, and you still have six months until they're born. This time, you're not worried about the future because you have people who support and love you, no matter what.
And what is he returning to? A sleeping bag and the knowledge that he fucked up and probably will continue to fuck up until he gets it together or dies, whichever comes first. For the first time since he yelled at you and left you to fumble with the pieces at sixteen, you feel a sense of closure or, at least, victory.
Did you see that, Janey girl? You think when you walk outside and look up at the gray March sky. Do you see how I'm still protecting you? Do you see how much I still love you? Do you still feel it? A single, strong kick to your side seems as good an answer as any. You laugh and rub your hand over where you felt the tiny foot. For a moment, you realize you're the only bridge between Jane and this baby, that whatever cells Jane left behind in you are mixing with these new ones. And you're not religious, haven't been for a long time, but you pray they're able to know each other through you. You pray you're strong enough to do that for them. You pray one day you'll see Jane again, and she'll tell you how she was with you every step of the way.
Not yet, sweet girl, you think. Not quite yet.
#when you’re lost in the darkness#look for the light#joel miller x reader#joel miller series#joel miller fic#joel miller fluff#dad!joel miller#tlou fic#joel tlou#the last of us fic#the last of us series#joel the last of us#the last of us x reader#the last of us angst#joel miller angst#joel miller and ellie williams#platonic!ellie williams x reader
307 notes
·
View notes
Note
Weird question, but surely a book that sells one million copies is a success. Are most books that sell a million copies a recognizable/famous title?
I googled "Books that sold over a million copies in 2023" and got this response - of the top 10 books in the US last year, 8 of them sold over a million copies.
Of those, I've personally only read one (SPARE) -- and there's one I never really heard of - like maybe I heard the name but I can't visualize the cover (ATOMIC HABITS, but it's also not my kind of book, obviously at least a million other people have heard of it!). The other ones are quite familiar to me, and probably to most people who read a lot of books, even if they haven't read these ones!
Of course, that's just books that sell 1M in one year. Obviously any book that does that is a major bestseller and will have appeared on multiple bestseller lists for many months, and been on display all over the place, so yes, most people -- at least most people who pay attention to books at all -- probably would have heard of most of them.
That said, there are no doubt plenty of books you have never heard of that have sold a million copies OVER TIME. Like for example, maybe it's a random MG backlist title that gets assigned in schools all the time and sells 100k a year every year -- which, to be clear, is QUITE successful!!! -- eventually it will sell a million copies -- that's a lot of people who will know about it, but it may not have ever hit a bestseller list and won't necessarily be a household name or anything. If you didn't happen to be a MG student or teacher, or have a kid of that age, it may not have ever crossed your path. There are tons of books like that. (The self-help book you have never seen because you never needed it, but it has been quietly chugging away forever. The PB that got picked up by Dolly's Imagination Library and sold hundreds of thousands of copies without ever making a big splash in stores. The list goes on!)
Also - what people have heard of and not can be quite surprising. For example, the other day I saw a social media thread where people were talking about the book THE GIVER by Lois Lowry. THE GIVER came out in 1994. It won a Newbery Medal. It has, per wikipedia, sold more than 12 million copies. It still sells 50k-100k copies a year in the US - - a new edition that came out in 2014 has sold 2.5 million copies. It's regularly assigned in schools in the US to this day. It had a movie adaptation starring Meryl Streep for goodness sakes! It's a VERY FAMOUS BOOK, absolutely considered a classic. And people in the thread thought they were the only people who had ever read it and were SHOCKED that other people had heard of it. Like... OK!
(ETA: To be clear, I’m not dissing those people — they likely weren’t even alive when the book was at its peak of popularity, maybe they were never assigned it in school, or they are from outside the US, or they were assigned it but thought it was just THEIR school or whatever — just to say, most books, even those which are, to you and me, QUITE famous and even legit classics, aren’t “big” enough to have wide and sustained relevance for the majority of people who aren’t Book Nerds by nature! This anecdote just puts that fact into perspective.)
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
❝ It’s hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true . ❞
𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : jessica stanley » hybrid » madelyn cline .
❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ it’s so loud inside her head with words she never said , she had been crafted from the darkness between the stars , lonesome nights and a thoughtful mind , trying so hard but she will never be the one ⸻triggers : death , neglect .
🇦🇵🇵🇱🇮🇨🇦🇹🇮🇴🇳 »
* ⠀ ✞ ⠀ &. madelyn cline : cis woman : she/her : bloody mary by lady gaga — It seems jessica stanley has been roaming Volterra. the 21/25 -year-old hybrid has been in the city for three months . Whispers in volterra says they’ve never heard of anyone like them.
🇧🇦🇸🇮🇨🇸 »
full name : jessica stanley .
age : 21 / 25 .
date of birth : march 21st .
occupation : marine biologist / internship at marina vita.
species : hybrid .
language(s) spoken : english , spanish , french .
hair color : dirty blonde .
eye color : light brown .
notable scars : n/a .
🇮🇳🇹🇪🇷🇮🇴🇷»
positive : forthright , hardworking .
negative : insecure , sarcastic .
moral alignment : good neutral .
hogwarts house : gryffindor .
deadly sin : envy .
abilities : molecular manipulation | this power allows users to manipulate matter on a molecular level : immobilization , combustion , reversion .
🇫🇦🇻🇴🇷🇮🇹🇪🇸 »
book : the giver by lois lowry .
movie : national treasure .
food : chinese food , anything spicy , blood .
flower : roses .
season : spring .
🇫🇦🇲🇮🇱�� »
father : unknown .
mother : mrs. stanley .
mate / significant other : ( wanted connection ) .
🇧🇮🇴 »
so pretty much all is canon with jessica personality wise ( up until a certain point ) :
— Jessica was born a hybrid . Human mother who died during her birth and vampire father . Much to his surprise he had kept her a secret up until she was 5 to which her growth rate slowed down . He kept in touch with her mother’s side of the family just to have that mundane connection and the love of his life that was cut too short because of him .
— eventually by the time jessica turned 8 , she found her father dead when she came home from school . His body burning in the woods they lived near by and all she could do is watch as the ashes flew into the wind . Because of what he was , jessica could only call her aunt and tell her that her father disappeared as he taught her to do .
— Jessica’s human family moved her into Forks when she was still a small child, unknown to them in what she was , she knew to simply pretend to be human . she has always thought of herself as being less provincial than the locals . Coming from the city and moving to a small town , it was a lot of change to adjust to when younger but she still grew to love the small town .
— despite being well off , growing up jessica’s home life was rather a lonely one . dead parents , a neglectful aunt and an uncle who barely notices her , pushed her all the most forward into being top of her class and winning awards . Perhaps then her mundane family would look at her way and maybe tell her about her mother more than what her father knew and pictures .
— as she entered high school , jessica came to learn that her achievements would never reach her aunt and uncle because it was something they didn’t care for . her grandmother showed more effort but only connected with jessica when she helped out at the store or helped make an outfit .
— she still puts up a front in the public eye . seek attention there and with her friends . although she’s not loyal to any of her friends . mostly because in her experience , if they end up hurting her , she wont be as hurt or affected by it . her only times she was truly happy and excited was whenever she helped her grandmother with the fashion store she owned .
— She knew what the cullens were and considering she was a variable never thought possible she would simply let others think she was human and never thought about them being anything other than just like her at playing human .
— focusing on her studies , high school passed by in a breeze soon after . graduating as valedictorian and top of her class , jessica was suppose to go to a fancy university but decided to give up her scholarship money . asking that the $40,000 scholarship awarded to her be given to a student attending community college in her class ( not including herself ) . helping out others in the process . she's attending college to get her masters in marine biology.
— for the past year jessica has been in italy . three months ago she came to volterra to study their marine life with her sponsor via internship.
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
Get to know your writer: I would love to know about your process for 2, 13, and 17. ☺️
✨oh yay thank you!!
2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?
I always have an outline, think Wikipedia 'Plot' section level of detail. But I try to keep things loose and adapt if the story is naturally going a different way.
13. What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?
I think I remember reading Lois Lowry (The Giver) advising writers to to start the story as close to the action as possible. It doesn't always apply but I like to keep it in mind. Been enjoying trying to make the first 1-2 sentences really punchy.
17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)
Music helps, but I've always been a grit-your-teeth-and-bear-it writer. Throw away the need for it to be good and just get something on the page. It's easier to improve on garbage than it is to create perfection out of nothing. When I'm really stuck I go back to who the characters are -- what drives them, what frustrates them, and what situations would combine the two.
#asks#fic writer asks#writing#I'm a technical writer by trade so my life is just getting SOMETHING down and letting the editing process fix it
4 notes
·
View notes
Photo
❝ It’s hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true . ❞
𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : jessica stanley » hybrid » daniela nieves .
❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― it’s so loud inside her head with words she never said , the smell of a autumn breeze , lonesome nights and a thoughtful mind , trying so hard but she will never be the one . ―
🇦🇵🇵🇱🇮🇨🇦🇹🇮🇴🇳 »
― ◜ ❏ . ― * ⠀ &. * ⟨ daniela nieves, cis woman, she/her. ⟩ it seems like jessica stanley has been seen around town, humming softcore by the neighbourhood under their breath. apparently they are a 21 / 24 year old hybrid. townsfolk whisper about them being forthright and hardworking, but also sarcastic and insecure . they’re a nomad . ― *
🇧🇦🇸🇮🇨🇸 »
full name : jessica stanley .
age : 21 / 24 .
date of birth : march 21st .
occupation : college student / intern .
species : hybrid .
language(s) spoken : english , spanish , french .
hair color : brunette .
eye color : light brown .
notable scars : n/a .
🇮🇳🇹🇪🇷🇮🇴🇷»
abilities : negation | user can nullify the effects and existence of something, whether it be power, a being, energy, element, the powers of others and/or their effects, making them unable to utilize their powers .
positive : forthright , hardworking .
negative : insecure , sarcastic .
moral alignment : good neutral .
hogwarts house : gryffindor .
deadly sin : envy .
🇫🇦🇻🇴🇷🇮🇹🇪🇸 »
book : the giver by lois lowry .
movie : documentaries about the ocean + sea creatures .
food : chinese food , anything spicy , blood .
flower : sunflowers .
season : spring .
🇫🇦🇲🇮🇱🇾 »
father : mr. stanley .
mother : unknown .
mate / significant other : ( wanted connection ) .
🇧🇮🇴 »
so pretty much all is canon with jessica personality wise ( up until a certain point ) :
— Jessica was born a hybrid . Human mother who died during her birth and vampire father . Much to his surprise he had kept her a secret up until she was 5 to which her growth rate slowed down . He kept in touch with her mother’s side of the family just to have that mundane connection and the love of his life that was cut too short because of him .
— eventually by the time jessica turned 8 , she found her father dead when she came home from school . His body burning in the woods they lived near by and all she could do is watch as the ashes flew into the wind . Because of what he was , jessica could only call her aunt and tell her that her father disappeared .
— Jessica’s human family moved her into Forks when she was still a small child, unknown to them in what she was , she knew to simply pretend to be human . she has always thought of herself as being less provincial than the locals . Coming from the city and moving to a small town , it was a lot of change to adjust to when younger but she still grew to love the small town .
— despite being well off , growing up jessica’s home life was rather a lonely one . dead parents , a neglectful aunt and an uncle who barely notices her , pushed her all the most forward into being top of her class and winning awards . Perhaps then her mundane family would look at her way and maybe tell her about her mother more than what her father knew and pictures .
— as she entered high school , jessica came to learn that her achievements would never reach her aunt and uncle because it was something they didn’t care for .
— she still puts up a front in the public eye . seek attention there and with her friends . although she’s not loyal to any of her friends . mostly because in her experience , if they end up hurting her , she wont be as hurt or affected by it . her only times she was truly happy and excited was whenever she volunteered in the forks marine research center .
— when bella came to school , she stuck by her . Mostly to be in the spotlight . although she treated her with kindness , she really thinks badly of Bella , considering bella wasn’t the most social person on top of getting all the the attention for others . aside from those flaws , jessica does care for others and was concerned over bella when she was late in meeting up with them . She knew what the cullens were and considering she was a variable never thought possible she would simply let others think she was human .
— focusing on her studies , high school passed by in a breeze soon after . graduating as valedictorian and top of her class , jessica was suppose to go to a fancy university but decided to give up her scholarship money . asking that the $40,000 scholarship awarded to her be given to a student attending community college in her class ( not including herself ) . helping out others in the process .
— deciding to stay and do her schooling online , jessica is on to become a marine biologist . Something she truly loves to do and is now currently interning in Forks Marine Research Center where she would always work .
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Two of the books I've got recently since FOREVER because I haven't been reading for a good while.😅
Well, maybe not that long ago. I just remembered I bought a preloved book online and never got around to finishing the first chapter (hint: it's a classic Lois Lowry book). Though I have to reconsider using the word 'preloved' because, my god, was it covered in what looks like lizard poop and other unidentifiable dirt. My face while disinfecting that thing from cover to pages was indescribable lol. Must've been in the storage room for too long or something. I really shouldn't expect too much when buying secondhand.
Anyways, I brought Atomic Habits, my first ever self-help book in adulthood, to the farm to read while sipping coffee, but wasn't able to do so unfortunately. I had chef duty and prepping took a lot more time than cooking. Still snapped a picture though, for vibes and aesthetics lol. On the other hand, Coraline was gifted to me by my long-time former classmate and still current friend. We attend the same university now so when the President's List awarding happened last week, she handed it to me after the ceremony when we were getting ready to leave and commute home together. A sweet gesture really, and I made sure she knows I think so through an Instagram story a week later. I've been reading it whenever I can and even brought it to the LTO while waiting. I'm currently 63 pages in and the plot's been getting interesting.
0 notes
Text
hi
About me (kinda)
Age: 24
Pronouns: she/her
Main blog: @h0neyfreak
Genre/style: literary fiction, speculative fiction, creative nonfiction, flash fiction, poetry. I would also love to one day write a themed cozy mystery series under a pen name that sounds so fun.
Published?: no, not sure if I want to or if I just want to write for fun. I’ll probably submit things to some journals eventually and maybe self-publish if I ever write anything longer
Other hobbies/interests: knitting, drawing (traditional and digital), painting (oils mostly), ttrpgs (currently DMing a MOTW campaign), and I’m a casual Formula 1 fan
cw tags: I’ll always tag explicit depictions of rape, gore, and violence as “#cw: [subject]”
(Some of my) favorite books:
Madness is Better than Defeat by Ned Beauman
The Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan
Series of Unfortunate Events series by Lemony Snicket
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (but only the Constance Garnett translation)
The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
Who is Maud Dixon? by Alexandra Andrews
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Current wips (updated monthly) (current ver. Oct 2023):
Long work 1: Every Reason Why. A novel following a waitress as she gets into an abusive relationship interwoven with anecdotes from her life before her abuser (going back to childhood) building two parallel stories. ~10k words at time of posting.
Long work 2: [untitled] A group of friends meet at summer camp and ~something bad~ happens. Follows them through adulthood as the bad thing unravels/becomes clear. Currently just a vague idea with some bulleted lists and snippets. Has not left the notes app.
Short work 1: What Violence? A short surreal body horror story about a young girl who gets stabbed in the chest with a knife and discovers it does not hurt or bleed the way it should. She searches for someone to bring her to a doctor to give her stitches but struggles to explain what’s going on. Based on a dream I had. ~300 words at the moment.
Short work 2: He Called Me Something Bad. A young girl kills her teenage step brother (or woman kills stepson, still sorting it out) in what appears to be an accident. The social worker/detective interviewing her starts to realize that it was not An Accident. Currently in the notes app/ideas phase. Unclear if it will make it out.
Tag list (mostly for my own reference/benefit)
#ref -> helpful lists, words, resources etc.
#guides -> kind of like ref but more to collect posts about how to write specific rules/identities of characters or settings
#inspo -> quotes, art, snippets, prompts and other things that make me want to write
#wip -> I’m a slut for a good Pinterest board/Spotify playlist/other way to outline ideas without having to sit down and write so that stuff will go here. Along with any snippets
#ocs -> any stuff about my characters. idk how much I’ll use this one because I mostly see people making OC content for genre fiction and it feels weird to make stuff for short stories and kinda disjointed literary fiction. But I also might be a weird little freak (likely) who needs to get over herself (extremely likely)
#tips -> useful info about the writing process, publishing, software, etc
#my work -> anything I write myself. I can’t pick a title to save my life so tagging by title won’t work
#good stuff -> writing by other people that I love and want to come back to and read a bunch because it is good
#review -> book/story/essay reviews. Goodreads stresses me out but I want some way to catalogue what I read now that I’ve graduated and have time for it. Also reviewing stuff helps me figure out what I want my own writing to sound and feel like.
#writeblr#writer introduction#about me#writeblr introduction#about the writer#about the author#new writer#writers on tumblr#creative writing#tumblr writer
0 notes
Note
1, 8, 23, 25, 39, 68, 85, 135 ❤️
oh my god berry fhdjsaj so many thank you haha
i'll put it under a read more after the first one since it will be a lot
book recs asks
1: a book that is close to your heart
there are so many different ways i could answer this, but i'll go with one that really jump started my deep love of reading and literature when i was a kid and that's the giver by lois lowry !
8: a book you finished in one sitting
ru by kim thuy. short but intensely beautiful and affecting. sort of a memoir, sort of fiction. a real gem.
22: your favourite thriller (oops read the wrong number but im keeping it in here)
genuinely loved the girl with the dragon tattoo by steig larson. i didnt finish the series but i loved the first one and i thought it was super effective and exceptionally well done. im a real sucker for nordic crime thrillers in general, i think they do them very well.
23: a book that is currently on your TBR
one that i just picked up and am excited to get to is the complete works of clarice lispector ! cant believe i found it shes so hard to find fhdsjaf
25: a book by your favourite author
it's really difficult for me to choose a favourite author. i love a lot of writers, but im not exceptionally loyal to any either. i think ive read the most haruki murakami out of any author in general, i hesitate to call him my favourite because i also have a lot of issues with his writing, but when he's good he's amazing. i would recommend after dark because i find it to be rather underrate and its quite digestible as far as size goes (but if you want a big one then 1Q84 hehe)
39: a book featuring your favourite character
the secret history by donna tartt has a lot of characters i really enjoyed reading. henry winter in particular. love a brooding, academic man.
68: your favourite piece of classic literature
i used to read a lot of classics, and the term is used so broadly its hard to sort of narrow down what exactly counts as a classic, but im going to go with persuasion by jane austen. something about it i just...i love. i almost went with it for the characters question, too, so maybe that's it haha
85: your favourite book about magical realism
ok now magical realism i LOVE. as an entire concept and genre and everything. everything about it i can just sink deep into. a tale for the time being by ruth ozeki is one that really stands out to me, if i stray away from saying murakami again. helen oyeyemi sort of straddles the line of magical realism, so i hesitate to say her but i also feel it would be remiss if i did not mention mr. fox here.
135: recommend any book you like!
the awakening - kate chopin. i think it's a very important book and one that more people should read. its a classic (early 20th century), but its not really intimidating as far as the writing style goes.
#i feel like i answered with so many but i also feel like i left so many out that i love and i want to give some shine to ;-;#replies#ask game#sunflowerforhaechan-recs#thank you berry !!!
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kaye's Book Recommendations
Whenever people find out that I like reading I inevitably get asked for book recommendations, so for easy reference I decided to make a list divided into genres / categories. The original list is saved in my phone's Notes app, but it occurred to me that I'd also like to share it here.
I tweaked the list to exclude some of the more tedious titles (maybe I'll share them next time), since ultimately my goal when recommending a book is for the other person to develop a love for reading.
A lot of these books already have movie adaptations, but if you haven't watched the movies yet then please consider reading the books first :>
For the Budding Reader
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon
For the Casual Athlete
What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami
For the Art Connoiseur
Girl With A Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier
The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant
Thriller
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
I Am Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid
Legal Thriller
The Rainmaker is a good place to start, or yeah, anything by John Grisham - guy pretty much owns the legal thriller genre
Romance
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger ("I love. I have loved. I will love.")
Love Story by Erich Segal ("Love means never having to say you're sorry.")
Sci Fi for Beginners
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
Super-powered Characters
Vicious by VE Schwab
Dystopian
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Children's Book
The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by Kate DiCamillo
Matilda by Roald Dahl
Children's Fantasy / Adventure
The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
Coraline by Neil Gaiman
The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart
A Series of Unfortunate Events by Daniel Handler
Fantasy for Beginners
Harry Potter by JK Rowling
Eragon / The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini
The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien
Fantasy (others)
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
The Magicians Trilogy by Lev Grossman
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
Neil Gaiman for Beginners
Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neverwhere
YA - you've probably already read (or watched):
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Every Day by David Levithan
But how about:
Turtles All The Way Down by John Green ?
Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler
Haruki Murakami for Beginners
Norwegian Wood
Kafka on the Shore
Detective Stories
Literally anything by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie
Gothic Mystery
The Cemetery of Forgotten Books series by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, or if I have to pick just one book from the series, it would be Shadow of the Wind
For the Budding Philosopher
Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder
Obsessed with Numbers
Uncle Petros and Goldbach's Conjecture by Apostolos Doxiadis
The Solitude of Prime Numbers by Paolo Giordano
The Housekeeper and the Professor by Yoko Ogawa
Heartwarming / Tearjerker
A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks
Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom
The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein
American Literature
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Books by Filipino Authors
To Catch A Shooting Star by Cristina Pantoja-Hidalgo
Smaller and Smaller Circles by FH Batacan
Ben Singkol by F. Sionil Jose
Ang mga Kaibigan ni Mama Susan by Bob Ong
"Be awesome! Be a book nut!" - Dr. Seuss
"We read to know that we are not alone." - CS Lewis
"If you don't like to read, you haven't found the right book." - JK Rowling
🤍🤍🤍
93 notes
·
View notes
Text
I was thinking about young adult dystopias that came out before the hunger games today. did you know the hunger games was released in 2008 and we're still feeling its effects on the ya market. so I wanted to post about some books you can read if you want to get an idea of what I was reading in middle school and what it was like before every young adult book was about one girl who goes through a Trial in an Arena to Change Her Destiny
the giver - lois lowry - 1993
I dont need to rec the giver. it’s good and everyone knows it. it’s about a kid in a society that seems subtly off who isn’t chosen to apprentice in an ordinary field like his schoolmates but instead becomes the apprentice to the mysterious receiver of memory. I think his increasing empathy and awareness of how wrong his society is are handled really well and lead to a chilling moment where he discovers he has become more empathic and understanding than his own father
gathering blue - lois lowry - 2000
word of god this one is set in the same universe as the giver but it’s a completely different society so don’t worry about it. a young girl is lifted from poverty due to her talent at dyeing thread and embroidery, but she finds that under the surface her new life is just as brutal as her old one. makes me cry every time
feed - mt anderson - 2002
this one is so funny, dark, stupid, and heart-wrenching. like what else do you want. a normal teenage boy in a future where everyone has “feeds” implanted into their brains for constant internet access is hospitalized without feed access and meets another girl in the same boat. when they meet again after their release he finds that she’s poor compared to him and only got her feed a few years ago, and that she has some fairly radical politics. he likes her when she’s being fun and unique but when she seriously goes against the system and is punished for it he wimps out and can’t handle it. I also cry about the ending to this one. also also at one point one of the main character’s friends tries to talk him into staying at a hotel bc it’s cheap and “all the staff are made from a crystalline substance.” like what does that mean. why would that be a good thing. I love it
among the hidden - margaret peterson haddix - 1998
in this book the us government passes a new population control law saying you can only have two kids and if you have a third they can get fucking shot. so the main character is a third child who has to like hide in the attic all day. he manages to reach out to a fellow third child and they strike up a friendship but they have to keep it all hidden from everyone else. I was so into this series when I was a kid but I do not remember anything that happens past like book three lmao. book two is called “among the impostors” btw
uglies series - scott westerfeld - 2005-2007
government-mandated bimboification. in this society everyone gets a surgery to become beautiful at the age of sixteen, since beautiful people are happier and more peaceful. but of course that’s not even the half of it and the main character learns a lot of “ugly truths” over the course of the story. extremely of its time. the characters use the r word a lot and there’s an extensive subplot about self-harm via cutting. but i think the story is perfectly structured to keep the twists coming and to keep the protagonists as underdogs even though they learn more and more about themselves and the world. probably will still resonate with teens. the companion novel/sequel extras is also very of its time - when anime and harajuku fashion and general Japanophilia were becoming mainstream
the cure - sonia levitin - 1999
this one isn’t really much of a dystopia, it just uses that as a framing device. the meat of the story is about a Jewish teen from 1348 who loves music. I haven’t read this since middle school so idk if it holds up but it really stuck in my mind, both the dystopia part at the beginning and the main story about this guy in the middle ages. I think this was the first time I had read historical fiction about Jewish characters that wasn’t related to the holocaust
the city of ember - jeanne duprau - 2003
a young girl who works as a message carrier in a rapidly failing underground city tries to figure out how to save the people of the city with the help of her best friend. the setting of this cramped underground city with its failing infrastructure is very evocative and as a kid the idea of having a job that involved running around exploring a city was so cool to me. this is maybe a little younger than the young adult age bracket and less Fucked Up but still a good read
unwind - neal shusterman - 2007
now this book was Fucked. I actually didn’t like it when I read it bc it was too Fucked for me. and I haven’t read it since so it might be bad. this one is set in a future where abortion is illegal but what’s been legalized instead is sending your teenage child to a death camp to have their organs harvested. the reasoning being that if their organs are all transplanted it’s like they live on in a new body and didn’t just get snuffed out
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Willoughbys (2020) Review
I thought of reviving this blog somehow and since animation and anything related to it is one of my main passions I decided to go back to my roots.
How?
By reviewing this gem of a movie:
Based on the book of the same name by American author Lois Lowry it tells the story of four siblings living in a family where parental love is totally absent. The parents choosing instead to focus entirely on themselves to the point of neglecting and abusing their own children who they perceive as getting in the way of their love.
I just want to say this before I see it anywhere else but these characters seem almost like the opposite version of the Addams family.
You must be looking at this review like:
But hear me out.
In the Addams family the family is actually a very loving and caring one. Sure they have this dark humour about them and their wacky antics makes them seem weird but deep down the Addams family is a story about these people being happy as themselves, loving each other and having a wonderful, close family. Morticia and Gomez love each other dearly but they don’t focus only on themselves they show care and love for their children and extended family as well.
In Willoughbys it’s the exact opposite. We still have the family who lives in a weird, old fashioned house, and we still have the mom and dad loving each other and being very attached to each other and having pet name and all that (a la Moriticia and Gomez) but the family is not close at all. They don’t care for their children, not even if they have anything to eat or not.
In my opinion this is a very interesting reversal of roles and subversion of expectations as well. Because when the movie begins and until we get deeper into the parents’ characters you are tempted to think it might go in that direction.
Which brings me to my main point. I love how this movie subverts every damn expectation you might have. Just tosses them out the window like nothing.
You expect the parents to be loving?
NAH.
You expect the big buff character who lives alone to be mean and the hidden villain?
NAH.
You expect the ”villain” to be evil for the sake of evil.
NAH
You expect people in this world to not like the Willoughbys and treated them as if they are weird and out of place much like the Addams family.
NAH
You expect a character to have a 360 degree change of heart in the third act of the movie
NAH
And I could go on and on.
It’s also a movie that teaches some valuable lessons about abuse, neglect, toxic and abusive parents, healthy parents, healthy/toxic families, different types of families and that a family does not necessarily mean mom/dad and kids it can mean different things (even if said things play the role of a mother or a father). It also talks about how you shouldn’t want to be part of your abusive/toxic family just because it’s your family and that you can find love in other places as well and in other people.
Other things I liked were the character designs, the environments the characters found themselves in, the world in general, the humour which while not super deep was good when it needed to be. The voice acting was really good and it’s obvious the actors enjoyed their roles.
The animation was also top notch and it has something about it that at points you’re convinced you might be watching a stop motion movie. Or maybe it was just me.
P.S. Can i get Ricky Gervais to narrate my life as it happens? Thanks.
There’s a ton to like about this movie and with Klaus already under their belt Netflix is looking at a bright future with animated movies.
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
How To Write a Dystopia
Most of my WIP ideas are dystopian, which is crazy to admit. But I think I’ve written enough of those ideas to share some advice (with a ‘lil help from the web and what I recall from English)
Dystopia comes from the Greek words meaning “bad” and “place”. Essentially, that’s what a dystopia is, when you look at it: a bad place.
But you can’t just throw in some bad things here and there and call it a dystopia, there’s a more in-depth way of writing a story in this genre.
Here are some tips:
1. READ
To be good at writing in general, you need to understand the concept of it. What goes into writing your genre (in this case, dystopia)? It’s a cliche, but it’s true that the best way to learn is by reading. Dystopian books range from the classics to the more modern ones. These include (but are not limited to):
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
1984 - George Orwell
Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury
The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Hunger Games Series - Suzanne Collins
The Maze Runner Series - James Dashner
Divergent Series - Veronica Roth
The Giver - Lois Lowry
2. World Building - Society
Sure, you can make a story take place in the depths of a mythical forest or an igloo village in the Arctic, but there is no dystopia without a society. Society plays a huge role in dystopian stories, typically because, through them, we see how the government controls them and who it targets.
Does it target women? Men? Children? Teens?
Religious people?
People of certain ethnic backgrounds?
The needy? Rich? Middle-class?
People who think differently?
Artists? Writers? Musicians?
Who does the government control in society? How does it control it? How does society go about it?
3. World Building - Control
In every dystopian book, there is a totalitarian government that has some type of control over its citizens. There are different types of control that you can consider putting your citizens under in your novel:
Bureaucratic control - A government who creates laws that oppress citizens. (Shown in The Hunger Games throughout Panem)
Corporate control - When a large corporation controls the people through items such as propaganda. (WCKD in The Maze Runner is an example of a corporation)
Philosophical/religious control - an ideology that the government forces its citizens to live by. (“Everyone belongs to everyone else” from Brave New World is one example)
Technological control - computers, robots and/or science controls people. (The parlor walls and seashells that people are addicted to in Fahrenheit 451 is an example)
4. Background Story How did the government/society come to be in your story?
Almost every dystopian government/society rose from the ashes of an apocalypse. Maybe a laboratory establishes control over the population after a pandemic, or a military group gains control over the population after a war. Maybe there was supposed to be a presidential election that year and the only surviving candidate was the one that no one wanted. The possibilities are endless. So… how will you end the world? Who will you put in power afterward? The dystopian genre allows you to be evil, so don’t be shy! >:)
5. Other Dystopian Conventions (courtesy of my English teacher :))
Regulation of the arts and original thought
Propaganda - used to control the citizens of society
Economic manipulation is also used as a method of control
Information, independent thought, and freedom are restricted
A figurehead or concept is worshiped by the citizens of the society
Citizens - perceived to be under constant surveillance
Citizens have a fear of the outside world
Citizens live in a dehumanized state
Citizens conform to uniform expectations. Individuality and dissent are bad.
The society is an illusion of a perfect utopian world
Protagonist initially conforms (usually reluctant if they have subversive thoughts)
Protagonist seeks out or is sought out by The Resistance
In classic dystopian genre literature conflict is usually resolved by protagonist’s rebellion being crushed by the state (re-programming or death)
If there is a glimmer of hope that the state can be overthrown and that a better future is possible then the text is a ‘critical dystopia’
Specific features of the dystopian protagonist: often feels trapped and is struggling to escape; questions the existing social and political systems; believes or feels that something is terribly wrong with society in which he or she lives; helps the audience recognize the negative aspects of the dystopian world through his/her perspective
Now go grab a cup of tea or coffee, and write some chaos!
- C.
Follow our ig @ writersneedtherapy
#writers#writer#teen writer#dystopia#author#aspiring novelist#writersofinstagram#writers of tumblr#the hunger games#the maze runner#writing#art
9 notes
·
View notes
Note
are there any books you'd recommend? i have also felt increasingly disconnect from ya works. Even though they can have good plots, I'm just moving on from that point in my life. High school is further and further away. I've been out in the world and I've been blessed to be able to physically attend university (before the pandemic. Now I'm always just in my rooms. I promise I'm being safe!). But those places are just very different from where teenagers who are finding their way in the world are going to be and I've passed that mile marker already and can never go back
I need something new with a good plot. We never stop finding ourselves until the day we die but I'm not really interested in reading about the ya type anymore.
Movie/show recommendations would be amazing too! Thanks for being active in the fandom and I hope you're feeling well.
Hi anon!
Unfortunately, the books that I’ve been reading throughout the pandemic all skew toward the horror/thriller genre. It’s my favorite no matter the situation, but I’ve gravitated toward more of it over the last year because they keep me occupied. I’ll list a few of the books that I’ve read (or reread. and recommend to anyone that asks) below.
Stephen King:
- the stand (my all time favorite book EVER)
- under the dome (ignore the shitty tv adaptation from a couple years ago. They changed the story COMPLETELY)
- 11/22/63 - the book is really engaging and even the miniseries is watchable, which isn’t the case for a lot of his adaptations
- the Mr Mercedes trilogy was really good - even though the ending happened at a really difficult time in my life and the arc for one characters was super hard to read
- any of the short short compilations + the long walk, joyland and blockade billy
Joe Hill: (he’s Stephen King’s son)
- NOS4A2 - ignore the AMC show. It tried. It failed.
- the fireman - maybe my favorite book of his. IDK, dragonscale sounds BEAUTIFUL and I want Ben Barnes and Oscar Isaac to star in an adaptation of it.
- heart shaped box
Assorted:
- house of leaves by Mark Z Danielewski
- when i was younger i went through a Christopher Pike phase and OBSESSIVELY read a bunch of those books. I loved the “last vampire” series and specifically remember reading “die softly”, “the midnight club” and “the immortal” when i was in elementary school. they’re all YA horror, and I downloaded a bunch of them to my kindle a while back and have been picking my way through them. They’re not Great, but still a fun read through and a throwback to my childhood.
- the giver by Lois Lowry (the sequels are underwhelming)
Maybe someone that follows me and sees this will have some additional recommendations, anon. Sorry I tend to stick to one genre 😩
When it comes to shows?
- the boys (Amazon prime)
- the handmaid’s tale (Hulu)
- ozark (Netflix)
- narcos (Netflix)
- preacher (was on AMC)
- Chernobyl (HBO)
- dark (Netflix)
#ask something tofightfor#thanks anon!#book recs#tv recs#i read a lot when i was a kid#and found some interesting stuff#did anyone else read Christopher pike?#please message me#because i need to talk about these books with someone#specifically the one where the cheerleaders bake cocaine into cookies
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
For Everland
→ [2/7] of the Society Series
→ summary: Yoongi is supposed to be your patient. He's not supposed to threaten your so-called relationship with your lifetime partner, Jeon Jungkook. You're not supposed to love him—you shouldn't be able to.
→ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader | PG-15
→ genre: 97% angst, 3% fluff | dystopian!au
→ warnings: profanity, making out, implied sex, infidelity (kind of?), blood, death, hyperventilation, depictions of a seizure (oc works at a hospital so), mentions of the afterlife, descriptions of getting shots/needles, a character has a missing leg (poor bby)
→ wordcount: 17.7k
→ a/n: this is loosely inspired by the great lois lowry’s the giver. i grew up reading that book omg 😭😭🥺and writing this fic was sO fun bc if i had to choose a dystopian society to live in for the rest of my life, it would HANDS DOWN be this one
cr.
It's over.
Thank goodness, it's over.
It's easily the worst part of the job. The transport room is painfully white and frighteningly silent. The only comfort you have is your ocean linen hand soap that sits loyally on the side of the sink. You pull off your latex gloves slowly, tossing them in the trash and turning on the warm water to wash your hands. The familiar, sea breeze scent punctures the room, soothing your jittery nerves. It seems to warmly congratulate you for orchestrating another successful transport.
Thank god. You won't have to do the procedure for another few weeks.
You make a bee-line toward the hospital closet, quickly shrugging off your spotless lab coat and pulling on your worn-out, fuzzy sweater. Already, you're feeling a bit better just being in your normal clothes. Professional attire makes you feel solemn and serious. You hate it.
But other than having to do the procedure in the transport room quite often, you enjoy your assigned career.
The procedure is only inevitable, you suppose, as you start to walk home from your career unit. Jungkook, your assigned partner, isn't waiting for you today, so he must be at home, making dinner. You begin to fast-walk before you accidentally break curfew a second time—the first time was embarrassing enough.
But to keep your mind busy and away from shutting down due to boredom, you reflect back on the day's work.
It's definitely not easy being a nurse, but you take the job with immense pride. Because without you, no one would be able to get to Everland. When you'd first received your career assignment, the Council had proudly told you that you were the very bridge between the society—Tagna—and Everland. They told you that you should take your assigned career with pride.
Everland. How do you even begin to explain that place? It's a paradise, they say. The Council tells every citizen of Tagna the general idea, but only you're gifted with the details. They told you that the skies are blue and the sun shines brightly but never too much. It is spring all year round in Everland. The land boasts serene nature and lakes that stretch across the grassy lawns. The homes are built from cedar wood and are sturdy against the whispering breezes at night.
Of course, you've never seen Everland for yourself. In fact, the Council makes it very clear that no one who has been to Everland has come back to Tagna. You suppose if you lived in paradise too, you wouldn't want to leave.
Some are transported to Everland earlier in their lives; you've worked with a handful of newborn babies, young children and even teenagers. Others are transported later, after thoroughly experiencing the structured and well-disciplined society of Tagna; there were more adults, grandmothers and grandfathers who you transported to Everland. But in the end, every person in Tagna—yourself included—would earn a chance to visit Everland themselves. It's just a matter of time... and luck.
As a nurse, it's up to you to take care of the patients. You're supposed to talk to them, keep them company, comfort them, be their closest friend—until it's time for them to be transported. The transportation is also part of your job, but the least favorite part for you.
Maybe you hate the procedure and going through with the transport because you get quite attached to your patients—you don't want them to leave. But maybe... and deeper inside you, you hate the procedure because you're jealous.
You can't deny that you want to experience this Everland. You've come close to the paradisiacal land more times than any other citizen of Tagna. But the Council seems to be intent on keeping you in society so you can serve those in need.
Goddamn. Every time you step into that small, white room, every time you put on your latex gloves, you wish it were you, sitting in the hospital bed, instead of your patient.
When your assistant rolls in the medical cart with supplies, you can't help but spend an extra few seconds gazing longingly at the clear serum in the syringe. The sharp, pointed needle glints in the white light, which brings a small, sad smile to your face. That's the serum that puts your patient to sleep—well, physically. Their minds are already flying through dimensions, zipping past other worlds to land in Everland. Their bodies will follow suit later.
It's unsettling though. You hate how the clear liquid disappears through the skin the more you press the pad of your finger on the plunger of the syringe. There is also an unspoken agreement with all the people in the room to stay absolutely silent. The silence is unsettling to you.
Very rarely, your patient has to be strapped into their seat. But it becomes quite obvious when you're tending your patient before the transport whether they'll need a strap. You assume the shot isn't too painful, judging from the majority of the reactions of your patients. But you're not really sure. And it's not your job to know. The Council is extremely strict about assigned careers.
Sometimes, it's unsettling to watch your patient fall asleep. Their eyes begin to flutter rapidly and their limbs become limp, their head lolling to the side. As a tradition, you have to walk towards your patient, your shoes clacking against the white floor. You hold their hand and speak your last goodbyes.
"Remember the lines we rehearsed? The ones we went over every day, honey?" you say every time.
There's always a mixed response from the patients. Sometimes they nod, sometimes they shake their heads. Other times, they don't even answer you—when the serum works too quickly and they're already halfway crossing dimensions in their minds. It usually doesn't matter. You recite the rehearsed line yourself.
"For us and for Everland."
On good days, your patient says the line with you; it's their very last words before they would leave Tagna forever and enter Everland. When their body goes slack and their eyes close, you have to double-check their pulse—for the transportation to Everland is not possible with a beating heart. The injected serum is merely a catalyst that will help your patient transport to Everland. And once the patient's mind is already at Everland, their body will follow, and they will wake up in paradise.
The unsettling feeling does not leave until some of your assistants enter the room to roll your patient's hospital bed away. You always give them a nod of acknowledgment but you never speak to them—just in case any loud noise might disrupt your patient's safe travels.
Every transport procedure drains you. But Jungkook's always waiting for you somewhere, waiting to replenish your energy and shower you with attention. He's always insisting that you take a rest, which, in his language, means to go on a lunch coffee date with him. But you're usually too busy to accept.
You manage to reach your house unit before curfew, opening your door and nearly collapsing on the living room couch.
"Sweetie?" you hear Jungkook calling you from the kitchen. It takes you a moment to realize he's cooking spaghetti, which makes you lift your head gratefully.
"Yeah?" you say.
"Are you tired?" he calls. "I made spaghetti, but I can wrap it up for you so you can have it for breakfast tomorrow if you want to sleep."
"No, no, it's fine," you say, heaving yourself up from the couch and stumbling into the kitchen. "I want to eat dinner with you."
Jungkook smiles brightly. Normally, you leave him to eat his meals by himself. "Did something good happen today?" he asks as he pulls out the chair for you and places two still-hot bowls of spaghetti on the table.
"Not really," you shrug, sitting down and grabbing your fork. "It was normal as work goes."
"How was the transport, then?"
"Routinely," you say, stuffing a forkful of spaghetti in your mouth. "Mm, this is good, Jungkook," you hum, swallowing. Jungkook beams at your compliment. "The patient was a grandmother, and she recited the lasting line with me, so that was good."
"For us and for Everland?"
"Yeah." You nod.
You like it when Jungkook discusses work with you. Because in your opinion, your career units are the only thing the two of you have in common. Which was the whole point of assigned partners, anyway—to match people up according to their career units. The Council says it makes couples more compatible. You're indifferent.
It's silent for the rest of dinner. Jungkook knows you don't like to come home to small talk after doing it for work all day. And you don't find it interesting when Jungkook starts to go off in tangents about the new baseball lineups the Council approved of. You do the dishes while Jungkook clears off the table and cleans the kitchen floor.
The chores are habitual, making you feel almost like a robot as you complete them every day. When the last dish is in the dishwater, you turn to Jungkook, who just came back from taking out the trash. "Jungkook?"
"Yeah, sweetie?"
"Listen, I've been meaning to ask you..." you trail off. Your partner smiles hopefully at you. "Where do you roll my patients off before their bodies are transported? I mean... I guess what I'm asking is, do you get to see Everland? Is there a portal or something that leads there?"
Jungkook sniffles, scrunching his eyebrows in thought. You can tell by the slight crease on his forehead that he's disappointed there's going to be another work-related conversation.
"We're just told to put them in a white sack. Maybe that's the portal you're talking about? I'm not sure where they go, sweetie," he says. "We just do these extra check-ups so we know they're in good condition to transport. Then we set them in another room. I guess someone else does the rest." He pauses. "But I don't think I was supposed to tell you all that. Y/N, you know the details of our assigned careers have to be kept confidential."
You sigh. "Yeah, I know... Still, though. What does it matter? We work in the same career unit. There should be no secrets!"
"I think the Council would have something to say to that," Jungkook says. "I just think you want to see what Everland is like because you've been asking me an awful lot of questions about work," he sulks. "We're partners, Y/N... Can we please act like it? Look at Hoseok next door with his partner. And Namjoon too. They always go on dates, and they're already thinking of signing up for kids from the clinic."
You flinch. Assigned partners, you want to remind Jungkook. But you don't. It's not that you hate Jungkook or despise his presence altogether. It's just that you don't love him. Not as much as he loves you, anyway.
But he's loyal and one of your only friends. And he's not too bad of a company.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," you say, reaching out to place a friendly hand on his. "I just... I've been selfish, I know."
Jungkook takes your hand in his, tugging you into his arms.
"I always feel guilty, you know?" you whisper against his chest. "I make Everland seem like this fairytale place. But I don't even know what it's like."
"It's best to trust what the Council says," Jungkook reassures you. "You're better off trusting them than anyone else, right?"
"You're right."
"It's okay," Jungkook whispers, kissing your forehead before letting you go. "Sooner or later, we'll be transported too. Sometimes in moments that we least expect it."
You hum, detecting the melancholy tinge to his silvery voice. "It's your brother, isn't it? How do you think he's faring in Everland?"
"Junghyun?" Jungkook sighs. "He's probably having the time of his life there... It was just so sudden. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him."
"They leave us in the most mysterious ways," you say. "Too bad we lose contact after their transport. I would've loved to see what it's like there."
"Yeah, me too," Jungkook says. "But I want us to leave for Everland together."
Unlikely, you think. "Me too," you say. "Come on, let's get to bed. I have to stay late tomorrow at work. They're giving me another patient on top of Jimin."
Jungkook groans, his hand searching for yours as the two of you make your way into the bedroom. When he finds your hand, he holds it tightly, almost as if he was afraid you'd fade out of sight at any second. "The Council's overworking you, sweetie."
"Or they just think I'm doing a great job," you say, squeezing his hand. "It's okay. I swear I don't mind. He's a good guy, you know, this Jimin. Deserves to be in Everland. He just needs some emotional boost as they all do. And as for the new patient... I don't know what to expect."
"Well, then," Jungkook says. "Tell this Jimin to say hi to my brother for me when he's there."
"Sure thing."
"Sweetie?"
"Hm?"
"Don't work too hard," Jungkook says. "You need some time to relax."
You giggle. "My career is my relaxation! It's fun to meet these people, to talk to them, you know? Granted, half of them don't understand me, but I dunno... I like the process way more than the procedure itself."
"Yeah, yeah," Jungkook laughs, shaking his head, his hand slipping out of yours. "We should wash up," he says, "before the suppressant makes me drop to the floor snoring."
You laugh along with him, tugging your assigned partner into the bathroom. The nighttime routine in there is as practiced as any other routine in your life. Soon, you and Jungkook are lying in bed, side by side. Just like always.
"Sweetie?" Jungkook murmurs, the suppressant taking a toll on him already. He seems to be barely awake.
"Yeah?"
"Try to get home much before curfew, okay?"
Jungkook had freaked out when the patrollers had found you crossing the streets after curfew. He'd been reminding you about getting home earlier for months now. But you never listen to him. Still: "Of course," you say. "I'm sorry for always making you worry."
When Jungkook doesn't answer, you realize he's already knocked out. You let out a deep sigh, turning over to face the small window in the bedroom. It's dark out tonight, with no moon to light up the bedroom even the slightest bit.
Sometimes, you wonder what it would be like if the suppressant worked on you normally as it did for everyone else.
Out of the thousands of citizens of Tagna, it had to be you to be the victim of immunity to the suppressant.
"Jimin! How are you?" you exclaim, closing the hospital room door behind you as you shake a bag of his favorite chips in your hand. "Look what I got you! I might've been late because of that." You laugh apologetically as Jimin giggles, immobilized on his bed.
"I'm fine, Y/N, thank you. No need to worry." But the man shifts uncomfortably, then lifts the bed covers off of the lower half of his body. "Can you help me up?" He nods towards his missing right leg, giving you a rather frustrated look.
"Yes, of course," you quickly say, taking big steps to help Jimin out of his bed and onto his wheelchair. Though the amputation had been successful—the infection didn't spread to the rest of the body—a missing leg left Jimin often irritated and frustrated. "Where do you want to go today?" you ask him, rubbing his shoulders to comfort him.
The man places a hand on top of yours, looking at you pleadingly. "Outside the hospital...?" he says hopefully.
"Aw, Jimin..." you say, crouching down in front of him to take his hands. "You know we can't do that." He knows, but he asks every day, just in case—as if one day, you'll be waiting for him with a different answer other than no.
"I know," Jimin says, squeezing your hands. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," you tell him. "Do you want your blanket, Jimin? You know, to cover—"
"Yes, please." Nodding, you help the man drape a white cotton blanket over his leg. "I want another look around the hospital before I'm transported."
"Sure!" You adjust Jimin's blanket, securing it so it falls over his missing leg. You and Jimin have a wordless agreement not to talk much about it, and you know how much he likes to have it covered up. Jimin's insecure, embarrassed about a missing limb. Especially when before the amputation, he had been a fit, robust figure, always running around and training. "We'll just roam around the hospital and talk."
Jimin smiles. "That sounds good to me. Let's bring the chips too."
You hand the snack to Jimin, carefully checking the room one last time before rolling the man out into the hospital corridor. It's silent as you wheel Jimin in the direction of the left-wing, where there are full-length windows replacing the usual bland white walls, allowing bright sunlight to flood the corridor. It's the only place that gives the otherwise spotlessly white hospital a golden glow. Jimin likes that spot the best; honestly, so do you.
Once you situate Jimin in front of the windows, making sure he isn't completely in the sun, you sit down next to him. (He doesn't like it when you tower over him.) Jimin looks comfortable in his wheelchair, clutching his now open bag of chips and staring out the window with deep admiration.
"Tell me about Everland, again," he whispers, gazing thoughtfully out of the windows. "Please, Y/N."
The sunlight bounces perfectly off the bridge of Jimin's sloped nose, giving his face of beautiful features a sort of rare radiance.
"Everland?" you hum. "What do you want to hear about it?"
"I don't know... If people like me are welcomed there, I guess," Jimin sighs. His gaze flickers to you. "No one I know and admire knows about my amputation—except you. They won't let me contact my friends or family... They're sending me to paradise early because I'm an embarrassment to Tagna."
"Don't be like that." Sure, you've noticed society's outcasts are usually the ones that are transported—the ones with physical or mental disabilities, or just those older in age. But, of course, that just means that everyone should be transported sooner or later. Or maybe these people are the only people that Everland accepts.
Jimin is going at it as if Everland only accepted those rejected from Tagna. You're not so keen on that idea. The Council works hard to protect every single citizen. That would be impossible.
The seated man inhales sharply. "How can I not be like this, Y/N? I feel so useless here, like this, in a fucking hospital of all places. The only way I can even moderately feel like I'm back in society is here, in front of these damned windows where I can actually see the sunlight. Otherwise, I'm stuck in these white-walled rooms with no one to talk to but you. Then I'm forced to run through these health checkups with doctors that never speak to me, even when I ask them questions! At this point, anything is better than this stupid hospital."
"Oh, Jimin..." you say, immediately taking his hand in yours. You can't bring yourself to tell him 'don't be like that,' again. Pure sorrow is held deep in his brown eyes when he looks at you; your heart aches. "Hey..." you whisper, softly squeezing his warm hand. "Remember that thing I always tell you?"
"What thing?" he huffs. You can tell he's a little bit irritated, and you struggle to keep a straight face.
Placing another comforting hand on his remaining knee, you say, "Remember? For us and—"
"For Everland," Jimin finishes for you. "Oh, that thing," he mumbles. "Of course I remember."
You nod, smiling when Jimin grips your hand tighter. "Have you ever stopped to think about what that meant?"
"No, not really, Y/N." Though he's still frowning, he doesn't look as forlorn anymore.
"Well," you say, "we, as a society, will always miss any patient after their successful transport. I remember everyone I've helped to cross the dimensions and go to Everland, so I'm sure your friends and family unit will always remember you as well. You'll be the man who was worthy of being transported into paradise. Think of it like you're doing it for Tagna, to represent our society in a new land. For us."
"And for Everland?"
"It's nice to say that out of respect, you know?" you smile. "I mean, you'll be staying there for the rest of your life, Jimin. Besides, no one ever said anything about you being an embarrassment, Jimin. You're nothing but a hero, a veteran."
The corners of Jimin's lips turn up just slightly as he looks out the windows once more. "For us and for Everland, huh?"
Though he can't see you, you nod. "Everland is the happiest place on what's left of planet earth," you say, causing Jimin's head to whip toward you. "Yeah," you say. "It's a place even better than our advanced society right here. Everyone is equal in Everland too, but you get many more benefits. The skies are this rich, azure blue and the clouds are so fluffy, they say they emulate the sweetest cotton candy. The people there are veterans like you. I can guarantee you that everyone is respected and well-understood. Every home unit has enormous windows that let the sunlight warm up the buildings. The food there is fresh, nurtured straight out of the soil and hand-picked by the dwellers. It's beautiful there because it's spring, all year long..." you trail off.
Jimin stares at you, lips parted and eyes glossy, no doubt daydreaming about this Utopian place just like you are. "Beautiful..." he mutters under his breath. It's like he wants to ingrain this wonderful scene he had painted of Everland in his head, to recite it to himself every so often before his transport.
You sit back, hand still intertwined in his as you let Jimin lose himself in his reverie. It's several minutes later when Jimin finally jolts from his seat, turning to you with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry," he says. "I zoned out."
"No worries," you tell him. "We all do when we think of Everland."
Jimin hums, squeezing your hand, turning to you with the best of his ability (which was how well his chair would let him). "Do you have a partner, Y/N?"
The rather personal question makes you raise your eyebrows in shock, but you quickly make up for it with a small, stifled laugh. Normally, your patients like it when you tell them fantasy stories or when you listen to them talk about their whole life. They very rarely ask about you.
"Uh, yeah, Jimin," you say. "I have an assigned partner."
"What's he like? When were you assigned to him? Do you love him?"
When you raise another shocked eyebrow, Jimin squirms in his seat, releasing your hand. "Sorry... I-I wasn't trying to be... um, invasive. I'm just... I'm being transported before I get my partner. Having one was one of my dreams since I was little. You know, having my very own family unit to come home to after work..." he trails off. "Please, tell me everything about it."
How can you say no to that?
"Don't worry," you smile warmly. "You can ask all the questions you want—I can't guarantee a good answer, though."
"That's fine, Y/N."
"Well then, hmm..." you say. "Um, his name is Jungkook. I'll start with that. Tall, handsome, ungodly fit... Kind, too." You pause, searching for the look of approval on Jimin's face; he looks like he's in bliss, so you continue. "Sometimes, he acts like my assigned mother, you know, nagging at me to take care of myself and being concerned about everything I do... But, at the end of the day, he's my best friend. He tells me not to overwork myself and he tries to take me on dates when they're due. Then he always makes sure I'm back home before curfew. He knows how I let time fly past me at work," you laugh. "Jungkook's a beautiful soul. I'm really lucky to have been assigned to him. It's been about three years, and I can't say I have any complaints, really."
"Do you love him?"
The question catches you off guard. You look at Jimin, who looks so hopeful, so attached to your assigned relationship—as if it were as precious as his own. With that look on his face, you don't know what kind of monster you would have to be to tear that fantasy apart. Your assigned partner is the last relationship Jimin will hear of, the one that will be embedded in his memories when he is transported. It's your job to take care of Jimin. And it's your job to support him emotionally.
You know the answer to that question. You've known it for a while, and for the longest time, you always thought (or hoped) it would change. It never did.
You're not even completely sure what love is, at this point, though the Council had drilled the definition of it in you since you were a little girl. You're supposed to love your assigned partner, so in a way, you feel like you've failed them.
But you let out a shaky breath, catching Jimin's eyes as you beam. "Yes, I love him."
It's a lie.
Usually, you're given one patient to work with at a time; the Council knows to give you some well-deserved lax time. But never have you gotten two patients. Jimin's transport wasn't scheduled for another two weeks, yet they're taking you to meet a second patient today.
You're not that bothered by the news—not as bothered as Jungkook, anyway. You know he's always wanted to lounge around in bed, watching authorized movies and cooking homemade breakfast together. But you insist that you need to take your assigned career seriously.
He can't argue much after that.
You've said your goodbyes to Jimin earlier that day, had a quick snack and waited. And waited. and waited.
The first meeting with a new patient always makes you feel so jittery. You don't know this person at all—you're to never have any personal connections with them. So you always have to figure out their conditions yourself. It's always one of three things: mentally disabled, physically disabled or older in age. At first glance, it's always easy to tell which the patient is.
The patient is always nervous too, glancing at you anxiously, wondering if you would take good care of them as the Council had promised. There's some pressure to make the best impression. Your white lab coat tends to make your patients uneasy, so one day you 'lost' it in the laundry and never wore it again. A fuzzy sweater or a modest t-shirt with jeans usually does the trick.
You straighten out your t-shirt for the hundredth time, checking to see if it was tucked in your jeans correctly and fixing your hair too. Sometimes, you think you probably feel more nervous to meet your new patient than the patient. After all, you'll have to spend as much as time (or more) with this person as with your assigned partner.
When the door to the hospital room opens, you stand up immediately, ready to greet your patient and assistant, Taehyung, who always introduces you to your new patients. But you're greeted with something you're not quite ready for.
"Don't fucking touch me," a menacing voice snarls. The owner of this voice is a rather lean man with messy blonde hair. He practically slaps Taehyung for holding onto his elbow, and even the always-happy Taehyung looks miserable.
You quickly scan the patient with your eyes. Normally, your discernment is quick, but this time, it's hard. Immediately, you're able to rule out old age. If there was a physical disability, it wasn't obvious. You're leaning towards mental disability, though you also get a feeling that it's really not. You're stumped, but you try not to show it.
Besides, your patient already sounds really irritated.
"Hey, Taehyung," you say, offering your assistant a smile. "Who's our lovely patient?"
The patient dramatically rolls his eyes, aggressively pulling away from Taehyung's grip. "Min Yoongi."
"Yoongi!" you say with a happy smile, though you're very much aware that this Min Yoongi is anything but happy. "Come on into your new room! Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N. I'll be your nurse until your transport in several weeks. You turn to Taehyung, nodding. "Thank you."
"Yeah, no problem. Good luck," Taehyung says before hurrying away.
It's possible that Taehyung's busy and that's the reason behind his sprint away from you and the new patient, but something tells you that it's something else. And that 'good luck' sounded more like a warning than a cheerful goodbye.
Your eyes meet with Yoongi's. They're hard, black and cold. Almost like they can pierce through your soul.
"So, Yoongi," you say, "are you excited about going to Everland?"
It's the best way to start off the first conversation with any patient. They enjoy talking about Everland—and if they don't know much about it, they beg for you to tell. It works every time.
Except not today.
Yoongi scoffs, collapsing on his hospital bed as he turns to face you, cocking his head haughtily. "Why would I be excited?" He sounds like he's accusing you of spreading false lies.
But you don't back down. "Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe excited isn't the right word. I guess I meant you're looking forward to it?"
"No, I'm dreading it. Terrified. Fucking disgusted and filled to the brim with overflowing trepidation."
"W-What?"
"Whatever. Just leave, Y/N. Come back when it's time for me to be 'transported' or whatever the shit the Council calls this."
Never have you dealt with a rude patient. They're all usually very understanding and kind and most of all, respectful. You're taken aback, but you're not one to say no to a challenge.
"Yoongi, do you need someone to talk to?" you ask in your softest voice. "Hey, I'll listen to anything. Really. If you're that 'filled to the brim with overflowing trepidation,' then you can tell me. I'll listen."
"What makes you think I trust you?" It's another challenge, the way he utters it. Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest and raises a daring eyebrow at you.
You swallow your pride, keeping an unfazed, neutral look on your face. "Everything you tell me here, stays in here, Yoongi. You have my word."
"You could be lying through your teeth right now," Yoongi snorts. "Could you be any more artificial? You're giving me a headache, all right? If you're going to be so ersatz with your emotions, I reckon you leave."
Me? Give him a headache?? And not the other way around???
You've had enough.
"I don't think you want me to leave," you say slowly and firmly, crossing your arms and staying rooted to your spot.
"And why would you think that?" Yoongi cocks his head, his bangs falling over his eyes as he does so. He makes no effort to sweep it away. For some reason, that ticks you off even more.
"Loneliness," you say. "You'll get sick of being cramped up and alone in this white-walled room. The only artificial thing here would be the lights—and trust me when I say if you stay here alone, you can say goodbye to natural sunlight until your transport. If you claim that you don't find loneliness even in the tiniest bit of solitude, then I think I might have to ask you to leave for being... what was it again? Ersatz with your emotions."
You haven't left eye contact with the patient.
And you start to become jittery again when complete silence follows after your passive-aggressive speech.
Until: "Damn. Didn't think you had that in you."
"What?"
"I have to give you credit for that," Yoongi shrugs. "Maybe you won't be completely annoying after all. Maybe you'll be bearable."
You let out air through your nose. "Thanks?" You shake your head in disbelief as you sit next to him on his bed.
"You're welcome, I guess."
A small giggle escapes from your lips, then a louder laugh.
Yoongi looks at you as if you sprouted devil horns on your head.
"Sorry—" you manage to say in between giggles—"if the Council saw me being this mean, I'd have to say goodbye to my job."
"You call that being mean?" It's Yoongi who laughs this time. "You're going to have a hell of a time with me, then."
You leave your home unit early for the first time—without Jungkook having to shake you awake—to buy some snacks for your patients. (Though you know Jimin's favorite foods, you end up having to take a wild guess for Yoongi.)
Jimin had made you promise to meet you as early as your schedule allowed it. You don't mind. Hanging out with Jimin is relaxing, especially because he lets you blabber on and on about your personal life. Today, he wants to hear about your assigned career.
"The Council assigned me as a patroller, you know," Jimin says, leaning back proudly in his wheelchair. "I would've been a hell of a good one too... If it weren't for the infection." He sighs, staring at his foot with scrutiny. "It's okay," he shrugs. "What about your career?"
"Hm," you say, looking outside the window where the morning sunshine catches your eye. "Well..." you hum, voice soft and eyes glazed over. "I'm a nurse." Jimin waits for you to continue. "But I have to admit, I didn't really like my assigned career at first. Why be a nurse when you can be a doctor, a surgeon, perhaps?" You give Jimin a small smile. "As a little girl, I always wanted to be in that operating room, you know, operating and saving lives."
"That's honorable, Y/N." Jimin gives you an approving nod, placing his hand on yours to tell you to proceed.
"But I guess the Council thought I'd be a better nurse," you say. "And now, I think they're right. I mean, they always are. Besides, I wouldn't last two seconds in a cold, quiet operation room. I need to talk to people, you know? Take care of them, tell them stories, help them transport. I think I value the presence of people, along with their happiness." You shrug. "I dunno. I do dare say that I'm pretty good at making people happy."
Jimin laughs softly. "There's no other career that would've fit you better." He turns his body fully so that he's facing you. "Y/N, I really don't say this often, but I'm glad you're my nurse. Thank you." Jimin looks deeply into your eyes, something he only does when he's extremely serious. "Hey," he whispers, "I just want you to know that I'm not scared. Everland will be as wonderful as you've always told me. I trust you. And I know I'm in great hands."
He squeezes your interlocked hands for emphasis. "For us and for Everland, yeah?"
"Have you obtained a serious eye infection?"
"N-No," you stutter, wiping your red eyes with the back of your sweater. You quickly set down some snacks on Yoongi's bed and avert your eyes away from him. "I just..."
"Oh," Yoongi says, clapping his hands together. "You've been crying!" he accuses, pointing at your face with a smug smirk. He looks like he could care less, yet he asks, "What happened?"
"It's really nothing," you sniff, sitting down on Yoongi's bed. "They're not sad tears, necessarily."
To your surprise, Yoongi laughs. You look at him with disapproval. "I'm sorry!" he snorts between giggles, "but you wouldn't know 'sadness' if it socked you in the face!" Upon seeing your puzzled expression, he sighs. "Whatever."
Yoongi doesn't push the topic, which is very much like him. You don't mind. It's not like you want to explain crying in front of Jimin, your patient. Jimin has a strange way of making you feel special. And special's a word no one's allowed to be in Tagna—because specialness is the cause of discrimination. But you think specialness makes you feel valuable.
"So," Yoongi starts, tilting his head to look at your curiously, "why are you here?"
This time, you're the one to laugh. "I'm your nurse! I'm supposed to look after you before your transport. You know, talk to you, answer your questions, tell you about Everland."
"Doesn't sound very crucial to me."
Yoongi has a habit of being very, very candid. You tend to mistake his honesty for rudeness, but after a while, you've come to appreciate the truthfulness. He brings out a fun, slightly meaner side of you that nobody else but Yoongi would approve of. You hate to admit it, but you like it.
"Fine then," you say. "What do you suggest we do?"
"I don't know. What do you do with people you know? Not including those in your career unit."
"We..." you trail off, a frown settling on your face. "I don't know any people outside my career unit," you admit. "I mean, unless you count my assigned partner. But then again, I always talk about work with him too." You gasp. "I don't think I have actual friends!"
"Good," he says, which makes you look at him with incredulity. He laughs at your expression, a genuine laugh in which his eyes sparkle with mirth and his lips are tugged into a rather snarky smile. But it's a smile nevertheless. "It's fine, Y/N. 'Cause me too. We can be each other's friends."
"Really? But wouldn't you technically be a career-related friend?"
"But are we going to talk about career-related things?" He gives you a look. "I believe I told you I'm not the least bit interested in Everland. Nor do I care even the tiniest bit how to get there. I surely don't have any inquiries regarding the transport. I'm pretty sure you won't have to worry about being a nurse around me... Though I'll probably appreciate the snacks." Yoongi pauses to rip open a bag of gummy bears. He grins. "My favorite. How'd you guess?"
"I had a hunch." You smile proudly, taking a mental note to buy some more gummy bears for Yoongi in the future. "But wait a minute," you say. "You really want me to be your friend?"
"Definitely not a nurse," Yoongi says. "I can take care of myself, thank you. But you were right. I'd die of boredom if I'm alone. That's where you can step in as a friend." He winks, sorting out the green gummy bears from the other variegated colors and popping one in his mouth. He offers you a red gummy bear.
How'd he guess? You smile, shaking your head as you take his offer. My favorite.
Jimin and Yoongi are polar opposites. If one man is gentle, sensitive and kind, the other is brash, rather presumptuous and most of all, pedantic. It's obvious who is who.
But you're not one to pick favorites. A patient is a patient no matter who they are—at least you try to think so. Your end goal is to make sure you're there for them before they're transported to the all-so-magical Everland. Granted, one acts like your friend and the other, your patient.
Jimin likes to ask you a lot of questions, whether it's an inquiry about Everland or questions about your personal life. He's made you repeat the details of Everland so many times, you're sure he already has everything memorized. But he still asks.
On the other hand, Yoongi doesn't bother to ask questions at all. As a man of his word, he proved from early on that he had no interest whatsoever in Everland or assigned partners or assigned careers or assigned anything. You're starting to wonder if he has any interests at all. In fact, come to think of it, you're not even sure if he's ever left his hospital room.
"Oh, this place reeks," you tease, waving your hand in front of your nose. You toss Yoongi a bag of gummy bears and plop down on the bed next to him. "Do you ever leave the room?"
The man laughs, reaching for the snack. "I don't leave the bed."
You scrunch your nose. "Ew." Yoongi shoves four green gummy bears into his mouth, and you watch with a mixture of disgust and pity. "We need to get you out of here."
"Out of the hospital?" Yoongi asks with a mouthful of gummy bears.
"No, just out of this room," you say. "I mean, you might die from a kidney disease before being transported. Imagine that, the first man in decades to die in Tagna—in this day and age with advanced medicine and technology!"
Yoongi scoffs. "Whatever. Fine, let's get out of here. Not like there's anything better to do outside, though."
"We can get ice cream in the cafeteria," you offer. "And argue about the right way to cut up a sandwich again."
"You monster, you're supposed to cut it in triangles!"
"Yeah, says the one who puts the milk first, then the cereal!"
The bickering continues until you're seated in the hospital cafeteria. By that time, both of you are too tired to carry on with the arguing. So there's a bit of silence as you and Yoongi feast on your ice cream scooped onto large sugar cones. You went for plain vanilla, but Yoongi opted for the most sugary flavor: butterscotch dutch fudge nut with diced marshmallows and a caramel drizzle.
You swear he might get diabetes before his transport if he keeps this up. Maybe you should bring him some healthy snacks next time—kale, avocados, spinach. They're green, just like how he likes his gummy bears, so maybe he'll listen to you and finally have a salutary diet.
But instead of being able to convince Yoongi to start the habit of healthy eating, it all spirals down into another debate.
"It's CAR-amel," you insist.
"CARE-amel," Yoongi retorts, shaking his head. "We've been quarreling for the past hour, Y/N. Aren't you getting tired of it? I've never argued this much in my entire life!"
"But what if that's how this 'friend' thing works?" you say. "Actual friends care so much they disagree on every little detail."
"Then it's very tiring to have friends," Yoongi sighs, taking a depressing lick of the lump of sugar on a cone.
"I agree." A pause. "Did you ever have friends, though?"
Yoongi snorts. "Actually, contrary to popular belief, I did. But that was before I got myself into this mess."
"Mess??"
He shrugs the question off, countering it with another question of his own. "Did you have any friends?"
You tilt your head, but figure it's best to let Yoongi have some space. "Um, yeah. I guess I was pretty well-known in my year. Now I don't really have time for that. Work," you sigh. "But I still enjoy what I do."
"I know you do. You're a good friend, and though I wouldn't know, an amazing nurse," Yoongi grins, shrugging so nonchalantly that you almost miss the complimenting tone of his voice.
You grin back. It had taken you a bit to coax the sweetness out of his cold and collected demeanor, but once revealed, Yoongi could almost parallel Jimin's amenity. "What about you? Did you like what you did before you were chosen to be transported?"
Yoongi's smile disappears in the blink of an eye, a sour frown replacing it. "Not exactly." His stone-cold voice is a sign for you to change the topic, but he continues to speak. "I was good at my career. Liked it at first, too. But I'm a rare mistake, I suppose. Maybe I had some traits within me that the Council didn't catch, or maybe I changed as an adult. The Council deemed my career as a mismatch."
A mismatch... You always thought that was a myth—assigned careers never failed. The Council never made mistakes. You can't even fathom the amount of disappointment that Yoongi probably had felt when realizing his assigned career was a mismatch. "I'm so sorry," you say. "Do you mind if I ask what career unit you were in?"
Yoongi hesitates for so long, you start to think you've crossed the line. But then: "Unit 38. I was in unit 38." He clears his throat and watches carefully for your reaction.
Your eyes widen and your mouth opens, shuts, then opens again. "38?? That's my unit!" you say. "How come I've never seen you before?"
He crosses his legs, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I suppose I was in the more secluded area of the hospital."
Though you want him to elaborate, Yoongi's uneasy fidgeting sets you off. You're here to make him feel safe, comfortable. As much as you're insanely curious now that Yoongi's avoiding the subject, you shrug. "Oh, that's interesting... Wanna talk about something else?"
When Yoongi shoots you a grateful look, you actually feel glad for changing the topic. It was the right thing to do. As to sate your curiosity...
I'll just ask Jungkook about him later.
"Hey, Jungkook?" you whisper, testing the waters, trying to tell if the suppressant already brought your assigned partner to a deep slumber. You turn around on the bed to face him, and you're glad when he turns around as well.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Do you know anyone of the name Min Yoongi?" you ask hopefully.
Jungkook crinkles his brows in thought. "Min Yoongi?" he mutters to himself. "Min Yoongi..." He gives you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, the name doesn't ring a bell."
"It's fine," you sigh, lying fully on your back now and staring up at the dark ceiling. "I just think it's strange the Council would assign me a patient who worked in the same unit as me."
"Really?" Jungkook murmurs. "Unit 38? Why don't we know him?" he asks, tiredness laced into his tone. "Are you sure you heard him right, sweetie?"
"I'm sure," you say. "He did say he worked in the more secluded part of the hospital... And I thought we were in the most secluded area."
Jungkook laughs softly, moving to place his hand on top of yours. "Why don't you just ask him about the details?"
"I didn't want to push him into explaining something he's uncomfortable with," you say. "I'm sorry... I'm keeping you up with all of this, aren't I? You're tired. It's past curfew." You glance over at the digital clock you keep beside the bed. The red, glowing light flashes 2245 hours. It's pretty late.
"It's okay," Jungkook says. "You don't have to be sorry, Y/N," he laughs, but it comes out dry and forced. You can practically feel the worried look on his face. "You took the suppressant today, right?"
"Never gone a day without one," you reply. "You know they don't work on me as well as they work on others..."
"Sweetie, you should tell the Council. I don't want you to get in trouble for acting out of line," Jungkook sighs but it morphs into a wide yawn. "See?" he murmurs sleepily. "Mine works fine."
You stay silent, watching blankly as your assigned partner's eyes flutter shut. Soon, his breathing becomes even, his chest rising and falling steadily. He's asleep, just like that.
The suppressant does a number of things—or, at least, it's supposed to. The Council keeps the full effects of it private, and the only citizens who are aware of the details are the specialists who designed it. It's uniquely engineered to help the average citizen fall asleep an hour after curfew only to wake him up at 0700 hours every morning. Except on Sundays, it's 0800. Every citizen must take one suppressant—a small, white, tasteless pill—every day before he leaves his home unit at precisely 0845 to get to his career or school by 0900 hours.
Untimeliness is definitely not tolerated.
Which is a proven hassle for you. The suppressant doesn't affect you in the same way it does others. You're always waking up and sleeping later than others. Back when you were in school, you'd always be late for your classes. The Council generously took that into account before they assigned your career, though—but not before they scolded you for being tardy to the career ceremony.
Compared to other careers, nurses have a more lenient call time. It works out in your favor because if it weren't for Jungkook, you'd show up to work three hours late daily.
The clock flashes an angry 2300, but you're still not tired.
At least tomorrow is Sunday. Usually, it's the day off for every citizen in Tagna. Jungkook probably wants you to spend the day with him...
But it won't hurt to visit the hospital. Just for a few hours. To meet your new friend. Jungkook won't mind, right?
You smile to yourself. The thought makes you so excited, you aren't able to sleep until 0300.
It's routinely to visit Jimin before Yoongi.
Jimin is becoming increasingly nervous as the days of his departure to Everland are decreasing. He doesn't talk too often when you visit, but you know he finds your presence soothing.
But today, it's eerily silent.
"You okay?" you whisper.
He nods but offers you no words.
"You're worried, Jimin. Trust me, it'll calm your nerves to talk to me. What's got you anxious?"
He looks down at his foot, avoiding eye contact. You let him stall as he collects his thoughts. Then, in the smallest voice: "I... I don't like injections," he squeaks.
"Hey, hey, it doesn't hurt one bit," you say, wrapping a comforting arm around him. "I would know, Jimin. Trust me."
"I don't know," he sighs, fidgeting his hands. "The needle just—" he chokes over his words, shaking his head in shame. "The last time I got an injection, they took away my leg. I'm scared, Y/N. What if I get to Everland without my good leg too? What if they take away all of my limbs?"
Once in a while, you get a patient who's slightly nervous about the injection, but never have you dealt with something as serious as this. "Jimin... The transport isn't a surgery," you say softly. "It puts you to a peaceful sleep so you can be transported safely. It won't hurt one bit. And you definitely won't lose any limbs. You're in safe hands."
Jimin nods, but he looks fragile, back hunched and eyes shaking. It's hard for you to see him in this state. You wish you can do more for him—more than telling him tales of Everland and bringing him snacks and giving him intangible support.
You want to show him Everland.
But how can you? You don't even know where it is.
"You look like you ate dog shit."
You've been waiting for this moment the whole day—you missed the grouchy man and his candid words.
"Hello to you too," you say, wearily plopping down on Yoongi's bed as he shifts to make space.
"Where's your chipper smile today, Y/N?" Yoongi says. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's worried about you. But he covers it up well with a: "Your frown is very hideous, by the way."
"Thank you."
"No, I mean, I meant to ask, what happened? You look completely miserable."
"It's confidential," you sigh. "You know, about my other patient..."
"What are the fucktards going to do about it when you tell me?" Yoongi snorts. At your appalled face he clarifies, "By fucktards, I mean the members of the Council."
"Yoongi!"
"It's not like they're going to find out," Yoongi shrugs. "Is this other patient giving you a hard time?"
"They could take away my job," you protest.
"Yeah, only if they find out."
"That's true..."
"So?" Yoongi says. "Are you going to elaborate?"
You pretend to think. "Okay, maybe..." You nod. "Yeah, okay. But I have nothing against Jimin, you know, the patient. He's an absolute sweetheart," you say. "Which is the whole problem. He has such big hopes for Everland. And I keep feeding him all of this paradisiacal information, but it's not enough! I want to help him, I want to tell him what Everland's really like, but how can I? How can I speak about something so highly when I've only lived through it vicariously? Oh god, I tell him things he wants to hear, but technically, I'm lying to his face." You pause for breath. "I'm a liar! But he listens to me! He trusts me! I can't bear the thought of him coming face to face with Everland and realizing it's nothing like what I told him it would be! He'd be broken!"
You can't lie, it feels good to let out everything that had stacked up over the past several days.
"Everland is wonderful. I don't want to doubt that. But what if it's not wonderful enough for Jimin? He's different from my other patients, you know? He needs so much more reassuring and love and care... Sometimes I don't think I can give him the best. Should I resign? I can't keep doing this to him. I'll practically die of guilt! Imagine that—in our day and time—a citizen passing away from something incurable! Bullshit!"
"It is bullshit," Yoongi agrees with you right away. "But I think it'll be fine, Y/N. You don't need to resign. And you definitely don't have to worry. You really don't have to." He stares at the floor with a frown etched deeply on his face. "It'll be fine."
"Really?"
The man nods slowly but surely. You can tell he's choosing his next words wisely, which is something he normally doesn't do. Yoongi is a man of rapid-fire and quick reactions. He's prone to blurt out whatever's on his mind. This is the first time you see him be so attuned to your emotions. Maybe he's trying to think of words that'll help you calm down.
"Everland will be unimaginably peaceful," he says, finally looking at you. His dark eyes show no flicker nor hint of playful teasing. He's serious. "Jimin will like it there."
Something about the way he says it makes you believe him.
Mondays are days when you always end up behind schedule. Your body likes to throw away its natural alarm clock out the window Sunday night, so you tend to accidentally sleep in the next day.
Jungkook usually tries to wake you up for work, but half of the time, you don't budge, so he leaves a kiss on your cheek and leaves for his job. The sequence is always vague in your memories.
Curse your immunity to the suppressant.
It's really no surprise when you show up to your job an hour late. You might've also made a little stop to the convenience store for some snacks. Of course, not for you, but for your patients.
Jimin's already waiting for you patiently on his bed. He thankfully doesn't ask any questions when you walk in a bit breathlessly, handing him a bag of his favorite chips.
You plop down on his bed, wiping away the beads of sweat that had accumulated on your forehead. "I'm so sorry, Jimin," you wheeze. "You must've been up for hours. I apologize for making you wait."
Jimin giggles, shaking his head. "What are you talking about, Y/N? I woke up a few minutes ago. Around 1005 hours? You're right on time!"
If he's lying to make you feel better, he's doing a good job at it.
"I don't get a daily suppressant anymore," Jimin confesses. "I'm awake when everyone's asleep and sometimes, I'm asleep when everyone is awake. Sometimes I can't sleep." He sighs, fingers wrapping around the chip bag. "That never used to happen when I took the suppressant."
He sounds lonely. As if the whole world was excluding him from vibrant, festive affairs.
You're supposed to be his solace, but you can't help but say, "Why don't they give you the suppressant?"
"I've asked," Jimin says. "But of course they don't answer. Just some grunts and mumbles that I can barely comprehend."
"That's not very nice of them," you say. "How about this? I promise I'll visit you more often if you're lonely. And to make you feel better, how about I talk about Everland again?"
Jimin nods hopefully, his eyes lighting. You want the best for him, but sometimes, there's not much you can offer him—except your words.
Yoongi is different. He doesn't want your buttered up, sugar-coated words. He doesn't live behind the curtain of fantasy. He lives in reality. Maybe even a bit more than you do.
"The suppressant tends to mess up the injection. Makes the process longer," Yoongi says casually. He rips open the bag of gummy bears. "Which is exactly why they're not given to patients. Why do you ask?"
"No, it's just..." How does he know that? "Jimin wants to take it again."
"Why would he?" Yoongi scoffs. "I always hated waking up early. Now I can sleep through the whole day and night."
"He's lonely."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. He was well-known before he was moved to the hospital. He misses the social life, I think."
Yoongi doesn't answer for a long time after that. When you finally look over at him, you find him staring into his hands with a conflicted look on his face.
"You okay?" you ask, reaching out and putting a hand on his by habit.
The contact makes Yoongi flinch, but he nods. "I'm always okay, Y/N. Why bothering asking?" He grins. His hand feels warm under yours and you make a move to hold it. But he jerks away. "Anyways, you should be going now, right? Time to get my beauty sleep, you know."
You're shocked, leaving his room feeling utterly rejected.
He'd never even told you goodbye.
If the Council finds out you're pulling a disobedient stunt like this, they might just shove you in the jailhouse for eternity. Then you'll be stripped from your career, home unit and assigned partner.
All your life, though, you've been known as the obedient one. If the Council told you to end your service as a nurse by jumping off a bridge, you'd do it.
But sometimes, you suppose you need to take drastic measures.
Your heart thumps loudly in your chest and your palms feel irritatingly clammy in your jacket pocket where a ziplock bag stays stowed away from sight. Every step towards the hospital fills you with dread—it's another step you've survived without having a Council member catch you in the act.
Maybe this is a bad idea. What if they can check your vitals? That would give away the fact that you had neglected to take your suppressant this morning. The white pill sits snugly in the ziplock bag in your jacket pocket.
The plan is simple. You will walk into the hospital like nothing is wrong. You will walk straight into Jimin's room and hand him the suppressant. He will take the pill. It can't be that hard.
Both of you had developed this plan over the course of a week. It would've taken less time to execute it too if you hadn't chickened out three days in a row.
It mostly terrified you that once started, this little illicit project would last until Jimin's transport. It freaked you out even more that the whole thing was a secret between you and Jimin.
You can't credit this idea to yourself, but it wasn't exactly Jimin's either. Both of you had hinted at it, and in the end, it had been officially addressed. So, you can't blame anyone if it fails drastically.
The suppressant has been around for decades. No one in Tagna has lived without taking them for a very, very long time. The Council likes to hint that before the suppressant entered the human body system, humans were fickle, sexual and undeserving beings. You don't think you'll revert back to that, per se.
But you're wary of the possible side effects.
You always told yourself you'd never show favoritism among your patients. But here you are. Sacrificing your suppressant for Jimin. In your defense, he's something else. Someone that will forever be ingrained in your memories. He's the only person who deserves more than what Everland has to offer. Because Everland surely doesn't restore back missing limbs. And that's what Jimin deserves.
Come to think of it, there's a crazy synergy between you and your patients for some reason. Even Yoongi... He understands you in a way no one else has before. Talking to him feels natural, effortlessly easy and fun, too. Maybe it's because he had worked in your career unit—as the Council says, compatibility rates skyrockets amongst those in the same career unit. Or maybe, just maybe, he should've been your assigned partner. Maybe you're a mismatch with Jungkook.
And judging by the way you feel around your assigned partner, you think it might be true. Doesn't easy communication and having fun around someone mean you love them? Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what defines a deep attraction?
But then again, the last time you'd tried to hold Yoongi's hand—which hadn't been a romantic gesture at all—he had tugged away. Ever since that incident, you've been refraining yourself from lightly touching his shoulder or reassuringly holding his hand. Yet if Yoongi had felt awkward from that encounter, he didn't show it.
Now it's been five days since you've stopped taking your suppressant. Ever since the third day, you haven't felt guilty about it anymore. It almost feels natural not to take the pill at this point.
Jimin's been noticeably happier these days as a result. He has two days before his transport, but he's showing no symptoms of intense nervousness. The suppressant seems to be doing wonders for his condition.
That finally puts you at peace.
And regarding the little warning that Yoongi had given you? The one about how taking the suppressant would make Jimin's transport take longer? Jimin didn't mind.
He told you he'd rather be happy, that he didn't mind the wait. It was all it took for you to authorize the plan.
And now look where things are. It's going great.
This is peculiar.
You have no idea when it started, or how it started, or why it started, but you've been noticing the smallest details about Yoongi. The way he eats, the manner in which he talks, the slightly sarcastic tone to his voice when he argues with you... You may not have noticed them before, but you see them now. And it's endearing.
He's endearing.
Every time he smiles at you, your heart beats a little faster and you feel the heat rushing through your face. You can't quite say it's a good feeling per se, but you know it's special. When his hair falls over his eyes, you always have the urge to reach out and fix it for him. You can't even get him out of your head.
You've never experienced anything like this before. You can't exactly say you hate it, but you're not sure if you like it either.
"Hey, Yoongs?" you whisper. Yoongi glances up from reading his latest book you provided him. It's a cheesy romance story and Yoongi openly made a ten-minute rant on why he hates romance, but you just think he's in denial that a little romance is actually really addicting.
"Hm?" he hums.
You're silent, admiring his face before the words tumble out of your mouth. "Did you ever have an assigned partner?"
Yoongi raises his eyebrows. "Oh?" He smirks. "Why are you interested?"
You flush bright pink. "Why can't I just ask a question without having to deal with a deflected inquiry?"
"Because I like being difficult."
"Clearly."
"But to answer your rather invasive question, yes, I had an assigned partner," Yoongi says. "But it was a mismatch. Lovely."
You gape at him. "The Council mismatched your partner and career??"
"Technically, they mismatched my home unit too," Yoongi scoffs. "They failed me, you know. Don't trust those fucktards."
"Maybe you changed drastically during your transition to adulthood?" you reason. "The Council just doesn't make mistakes!"
Yoongi laughs out loud. "Oh, they make a lot of mistakes. Trust me."
Trust me. It's a lot coming from someone you've known for less than a month. You grew up with the Council supporting you, watching you grow, nurturing you and treating you like you were their own daughter. You can't just throw away your trust in the Council because someone you're fond of says so.
"Mistakes? What other errors could there possibly be?" you say doubtfully.
"They should've made their system foolproof," Yoongi laughs. "They should've put a chip in everyone's arm to check their vitals. Now there's no way of finding out who's not taking their suppressant."
You freeze.
Did he know??
"You mean there's barely a difference in action between those who take the suppressant and those who don't?" you ask.
"No, there are a few differences," Yoongi shrugs. "Only a suppressant developer would know, though. Say, Y/N," he smiles, shutting his book and showing you the cover. "Do you know what love is?"
"Love?" you say, raising your eyebrows. "What do you mean? Of course I know."
"You mean you trust the definition of love that the Council gave you."
"Yes? Why wouldn't I? Love. Noun or verb. A deep attraction. Or to feel a romantic connection with someone." The definition slips off your lips easily after years and years of repeating in your head and out loud.
"And," Yoongi drags on, "how do you know you feel a deep attraction to or a romantic connection with someone?"
"If you communicate naturally together? And uh, have fun together?" you say, but it sounds more like a question than a sure statement. You sigh, "Maybe I don't know what love is."
It feels horrible admitting it out loud.
"Maybe because I don't know what it is, I can't seem to love my assigned partner," you say. "That makes sense, right?"
Yoongi laughs. "Love isn't something anyone can control. That includes the Council." He laughs again, casually tossing his book across the room. You gasp when it lands in the trash can. "Every single fucking 'romance' book here is fake—ersatz, if you will."
"What the hell do you mean?" you say, frowning as you try to stand up to retrieve the book.
But Yoongi grabs your arm and you freeze once more. You turn your face the other way as your cheeks start to feel warm.
"Love is something you find for yourself," he says. "Arranged partnerships, forced partnerships, assigned partnerships—whatever the books say—it's not supposed to work. You're supposed to feel something when you're in love. You're supposed to feel bothered. And sometimes, you'll feel a little too warm for your liking. Your stomach will feel weird. Kinda like there are butterflies flying about inside it. You're supposed to care for the person you love, be their friend, their listener. Sometimes, you'll feel like you want to touch them—sexual attraction. You love them so much, you want to know every inch of them—physically and mentally..." Yoongi trails off. "Of course, the suppressant suppresses all of those feelings."
"Oh." It's the only thing you can manage to mutter. How can you say anything else when Yoongi just described almost everything you felt about him?
It explains so much too.
Why so suddenly you'd been feeling so heated around Yoongi. It's most likely you loved him before you stopped taking the suppressant. But it was only revealed after.
"Oh?" Yoongi says.
"I-I don't know," you say, flustered. "All my life... All my life I thought I was supposed to love my assigned partner. But I don't now... And I... I think I love someone else."
Yoongi smiles, cocking his head so that a bit of his bangs fall over his eyes. "Are you sure?"
You mirror his smile. "Yeah," you murmur, taking a deep breath before using all of your willpower to lean in and sweep Yoongi's bangs off to the side. "I'm sure."
"Good," Yoongi says. "So, do tell. Why have you stopped taking the suppressant?"
He's extremely close to you. So much so, when he speaks, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your cheeks. You barely have the capacity to be surprised.
"I... um, I thought I was immune to it," you answer back in a hushed whisper. "So I didn't think it would change anything if I uh, stopped taking it," you lie. "But it was suppressing me and I didn't even know it."
"Still, you feel it now, right?" Yoongi says. "The butterflies in your stomach?"
Butterflies. What a weird way to describe the fluttering sensation rising up your middle to your chest. But you like it.
"Right now?" you say, raising an eyebrow.
Yoongi grins. "I don't know why, but we're attracted to each other, Y/N. Love has a strange way of connecting the people most far away."
"Wait, Yoongi—"
"Blushed cheeks, shy glances, playful touching... Y/N, I think I found out you love me before you did," Yoongi laughs, lying back on the bed triumphantly. "And then when I thought about it, I supposed you weren't too bad. That's when you started to plague my mind—in kind of a good way, too. It wasn't long until I realized I loved you back." Yoongi glances your way. "Am I going too fast? Do you need time to understand?"
"Um, yes!" you say. "Are you proposing that we love each other? But in an unconventional way? A way that the Council doesn't approve of?"
"The Council isn't the law, you know."
"You're right. They're higher than the law."
Yoongi snorts. "They tell you they are," he says. "I like to think that they're control freaks. It'll be fine. I get to escape to Everland or whatever the shit they call 'paradise' anyway."
"I don't even know what to say!"
"Yeah, me neither."
"What am I supposed to do? Believe you? Challenge the Council questions? Start taking the suppressant again?"
"Do whatever you want," Yoongi smiles. "That's how I ended up getting chosen to go to Everland."
"What do you mean?"
Yoongi suddenly leans in, making your breath hitch and the butterflies in your stomach spread their wings in rapid succession. A rippling motion undertakes your inner stomach. Instinctively, you reach out to the man in front of you, softly wrapping your hand around his wrist. He smiles, tugging you close—so close that your noses are almost touching.
"You'll find out if you want," Yoongi whispers. You can feel his warm breath on your lips. The sensation is new, foreign, but the intimacy pulls you in.
His lips finally meet yours in a quick, fleeting kiss so soft that if your whole face wasn't burning, you would've convinced yourself it hadn't happened. Yoongi leans away, looking confident in himself as he glances at you through the bangs that had fallen over his eyes again.
Your heart beats dangerously fast in your chest when your eyes meet his, goosebumps dotting your skin and your lips feeling unusually tingly.
"Do you believe me now?" Yoongi asks.
It's a hard question disguised with easy words. You find yourself struggling to answer, cheeks tinging pink as you look down at your feet.
Of course you want to believe Yoongi. But you can't throw away your belief in the Council and that was that.
Yoongi senses your hesitation and breaks the silence. "Hey."
"Yeah?"
"How about this," he says. "Why don't you go back home to that mismatched assigned partner of yours and see for yourself?"
You hum. Maybe that is a good idea.
You suppose you'll have to see for yourself.
"Jungkook?" you whisper.
"Yes?" he answers in a similar, quiet tone. He grabs your hand from under the bed covers, drawing soft circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. "What do you want to ask this time?" There's a small, teasing lilt to his voice that almost makes you feel bad for planning on dropping such a difficult question on him. But you persist.
"Why do you love me?"
Jungkook momentarily pauses. "We're partners! Of course I love you!"
"No, no," you sigh, shaking your head. "But why. If we weren't assigned partners, would you still love me?"
There's a sudden shift in the covers as Jungkook turns to his side to face you. Judging by the frown etched on his face, he isn't a big fan of your question.
"The Council picked us to be partners, sweetie," he says. "I love you because we have easy communication and we have fun together."
"Is that all love is to you?"
"Do you want me to go ahead and define it, sweetie?" Jungkook asks. "I'm getting worried, Y/N. Why the sudden questions about love?"
"I-I'm sorry..." you say. "But just... don't you feel something? Love makes you feel something."
"Feel?" Jungkook shakes his head. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't you constantly think of me throughout your day? Don't you feel the butterflies in your stomach? Don't you start blushing if I ever say something nice to you? Don't you want to touch me?"
Jungkook's frown deepens. "Why would I have butterflies in my stomach?" he says. "I don't think that would be healthy at all, sweetie. And I'm already touching you, see?" He holds up your intertwined hands.
He doesn't understand.
"Never mind..." you sigh, pulling your hand away from his. "I'll stop bothering you."
"No, explain, sweetie," Jungkook says. "You're not bothering me. I promise."
He will never understand. Not like Yoongi does, anyway. You stay silent, wishing that the suppressant will put Jungkook to sleep. It's better for people like him to stay ignorant.
But just as you thought the long silence indicated that Jungkook was asleep:
"Well, do you love me?" He sounds hopeful, but also so sure you're going to give him the answer he wants.
The question catches you off guard. You desperately want to say yes—to preserve a partnership and prevent Jungkook from pain and sorrow. But maybe it's better for you to tell him the truth. You can't continue what you have with Yoongi when you have an assigned partner. It pains you to say but—
"I don't love you."
"W-What?"
"We're a mismatch, Jungkook. Let's go to the Council tomorrow and file a split."
This is possibly the worst day to proceed with the procedure.
Things have been hectic with the Council pulling you out of your home unit to separate you and Jungkook. Things have been awkward. Jungkook probably doesn't want to speak to you ever again. He's convinced that you broke his heart.
You're convinced that he never truly loved you to begin with.
Yoongi helps you explore a new kind of relationship. The one that sets fire to your insides and seals it with searing kisses. The one that's pretty distracting for your other daily activities.
Jimin sits patiently on the hospital bed with a blanket draped over his missing leg. "I'm excited, Y/N," he says. "Just think! In a few hours, I'll be there! In Everland..."
You nod, silently pulling on your latex gloves.
"I'm so happy, Y/N," Jimin says. "I've never been this happy in my whole life."
"You'll be happier in Everland," you reply, smiling. "You deserve it, Jimin."
"It's all thanks to you," he says. He suddenly sits up, looking at you solemnly. "But I'll miss you, you know that?"
"Oh, Jimin... I'll miss you too."
"Thank you," he says. "Really. For everything."
He's talking about the little suppressant plan. "No, thank you," you say. Jimin was the catalyst to you finally coming to your feelings, after all. "I wish you a safe transport."
When your assistant rolls in the familiar cart with your needed supplies, you can hear Jimin take a deep breath. He must've seen the syringe.
"It won't hurt," you promise, walking over to the cart and holding the syringe carefully. The needle glints in the air.
Jimin gulps. "F-For us and for Everland, right?"
"Right. Now, lie down, please," you say in your most soothing voice. "This is going to put you to sleep. Your mind will start to travel between dimensions to eventually reach Everland. If you want, you can close your eyes too."
You lean in to whisper in his ear, "The process might take longer... as you may know, but the delay won't be hours long, I hope."
Jimin nods. His eyes flutter close and you can tell he's trying to relax his body.
"That's it," you say. "Relax..."
You let Jimin take a few deep breaths. Then you hold out his arm. "Clench your fist for me, please."
Jimin does as you say. Once you can spot a vein on the upper forearm, you tell Jimin the needle will go in. He nods and does not respond, squeezing his eyes shut. Thankfully, his body stays relaxed as you begin to slowly push down on the plunger. You're almost done when Jimin starts to whimper.
He must be scared.
"Just a few more seconds, Jimin," you say. "You'll be fine..."
But his whimpering doesn't cease even after the needle is out of him. You wipe away excess blood with an alcohol swab quickly, pressing a clean cotton ball on his skin and using medical tape to secure it.
Jimin's still squeezing his eyes shut and you notice sweat accumulating on his forehead.
"Jimin?" you say. "It's over, Jimin. Are you okay?"
"I-It h-hurts," he whimpers. "P-Please, make it stop."
"Hurts?" you say. It's not supposed to hurt. No one ever said it hurt after. You don't want to panic; not when your patient is close to a panic attack.
"Please, Y/N," Jimin groans. His body starts to shake and his eyes open in the process. "I-It's hard to b-breathe—"
Your darkest nightmare unfolds before your eyes.
"He's hyperventilating!" you yell, no doubt frightening your assistants. "Jimin, do you hear me? Purse your lips, take a deep breath through your nose and let it out slowly through your lips, okay?? Do you hear me? Jimin??"
Jimin's leg jerks, nearly kicking you. His whole body begins to twitch; you watch in horror as foam starts to gather in his mouth. "Fuck, he's having a seizure! Get me a cushion!"
"Jimin, hang on!"
You turn his head to the side, guarding the edges of the hospital bed so he doesn't fall off. When your assistant hands you a cushion, you carefully place it under his head. "Oh, Jimin..."
All sorts of bad thoughts fly past you. What if he can't get to Everland because he took the suppressant? What if he will never find happiness again? What will happen when the Council finds out? Will they declare my career as a mismatch too?
Right now, all you can do is wait the seizure out. If he's unconscious afterward, it'll be one of two things: he's somehow transporting himself to Everland or he's in need of urgent care.
It's all your fault, it seems. If you hadn't agreed to such a fickle plan, you would never be in this state of agony. A minute flies by and Jimin falls asleep, limp and sweaty. His face is red and there's a puddle of spit with a mixture of vomit by his lips. You have to look away.
I'm so sorry, Jimin.
A new batch of assistants burst through the door and they start to roll the hospital bed away.
"Wait, where is he going?"
They don't answer you. Apparently, they're not your assistants.
"Is he going to Everland??" you try again.
They're silent.
"Is Jimin okay?"
One of them turns around to look at you. Her eyes are cold but she forges a small smile on her thin lips. "He is okay. The transport was successful. The Council has permitted you to go home early."
There is a relief that floods through you. But it feels cold.
You didn't even get to say your proper goodbyes to Jimin. And now he's off to Everland, but only after leaving Tagna feeling intense pain and undergoing great suffering. The last memory you have of him is him unconscious, legless and distressed.
I don't want to go home.
There is no one waiting for you there, now. So you walk solemnly down the unsettlingly white hospital hallway and knock on the door of a familiar room.
"Come in," says an all too familiar voice.
You already feel comforted.
You tell Yoongi everything that happened in Jimin's procedure. His hyperventilating, his seizure and then his successful transport. Yoongi listens quietly to your story but you can tell his mind is someplace else.
When you finish talking, he continues to stare at you, offering no comments or reactions to Jimin's hectic transport. He looks a lot like he's thinking with his brows slightly furrowed and his lips parted.
"Yoongi?"
"Hm?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Do you want me to be brutally honest?" he asks. You nod, though you're a bit wary of his candid thoughts. "Don't get mad," he warns you. "But I pity you."
You frown. "Pity me?"
"Yes. You, your job, your... life."
"Just because I had a mismatched assigned partner doesn't signal the end of the world," you say. "You don't have to pity me, Yoongi."
"Jimin's gone, Y/N," he replies without skipping a beat. "I do pity you. Jungkook's gone because you never loved him. And I'll be gone too. What are you going to do?"
"This is my job," you say. "I guess we can't all have perfect assigned partners and careers and home units and everything. Besides, Jimin's in a great place now. And you will be too. I'm just helping you get there."
Yoongi's silent. He stares at his hands then he stares back up at you. Then, he sighs.
"Do you want to know why I'm here?"
You frown. "What do you mean?"
"You've been wondering, right? Why I'm not physically nor mentally disabled. Why I'm not an elderly man, either. I'm a strange case, aren't I? You weren't supposed to get another patient for a while longer, but you ended up having to take care of me and Jimin. Don't you want to know why?"
"I mean, of course I do. It's just very sudden that you're—"
"I'm a criminal."
Your heart drops in your chest.
"You're a what?"
"A criminal."
"W-What...? Why aren't you in a jailhouse? A-Are you sure you're a criminal? Why would they allow you to go to Everland?"
Yoongi nods, laughing bitterly. "It's all a part of the Council's masterplan."
"What the hell are you saying?"
"The Council likes order. They like normal. They can't accept people who are different. They can't possibly house the citizens who would disobey their orders," Yoongi says. "So they ship the different ones off to Everland."
"Because Everland accepts and loves everyone for who they are!"
"No, so they won't be a disgrace to Tagna," Yoongi snorts. "My brother had Aspergers," he continues. "But they didn't find out until way later. He liked the routinely ways of the Council and tried to conform. But he was still different. Social interactions were hard for him—so hard that the Council found out that he's different. The next thing you know, he's shipped off to the hospital so they could 'treat' him and I never saw him again."
"They took him to Everland," you say.
"I know they did. I didn't find out until later," Yoongi says. "Because I invented the drug."
"What??"
"The syringe you use for every patient, right? I invented the serum inside it."
"H-How?"
"What do you mean, how?" Yoongi says. "It made it easier for the Council. Less chaos."
It makes sense. When you were training to be a nurse, everything had been a pilot-run because the transport system had been revamped.
"I didn't think they would use the drug that way..." Yoongi says. "I thought they'd use it on the criminals in the jailhouse..."
"Why would they give that to the criminals in the jailhouse??"
"You and I, Y/N..." Yoongi trails off. He looks into your eyes, almost as if he was pleading you to believe him. "We're murderers."
You stand up from his bed. "What did you say?"
When Yoongi stands up and takes a step towards you, you step backward, nearly stumbling over doing so. "Listen to me very carefully, Y/N," he pleads. "That drug... it stops your vitals."
"No! It puts you to sleep! Then your mind starts to travel across dimensions!"
"Don't you understand?" Yoongi says. He grabs your arm. "Everland is death."
You fall to the floor.
"They burn the bodies in the basement of the hospital," he continues. "You thought Tagna was such an advanced society there was no such thing as death?" He laughs scornfully. "Y/N, the Council believes Tagna is so advanced, it's permitted to kill their own citizens to preserve equality and likeness. And when the neighboring societies attack, they'll release the gas-version of the drug and kill everyone—even the citizens of Tagna if they have to."
"That can't be true..." you whisper. "Yoongi, I can't do this." You bury your face in your hands. "Neighboring societies? A cemetery under the hospital? I've been living under a rock."
"The only society we know the name of is Atna. They're curating a selection of their best and most intelligent citizens to destroy us," Yoongi says. "That's all I know. I helped design the gas serum that would make them drop dead like flies. Until I threatened to quit and release the gas in the Council's chambers."
"You quit because you knew they killed your brother."
"Exactly that," Yoongi says. "See, it isn't so hard to understand. And now I'm here, a threat to society, apparently. After everything I've done for them, too. Even fixed up the suppressant by request..." He pauses, watching you tremble on the floor. He kneels down next to you, patting your back. "Hey... do you believe me?"
"I killed him..." you breathe shakily. "I killed Jimin... And I made it worse by letting him take the suppressant... A-And it reacted badly with the serum... I killed seventy-eight people... Oh, fuck! And I have to kill you!" A broken sob leaves your lips as your huddle into a ball. "You're right, Yoongi. I'm a murderer..."
"You were forced to do it. And you didn't know," Yoongi soothes. "The Council are a bunch of vile fucktards, Y/N. They're the real murderers. Not us."
"What am I going to do?" you sob. "I can't continue on, Yoongi. I want to resign."
"If you resign, they'll kill you too."
"Maybe death... maybe Everland will be better than this," you whisper. "What's the point anymore, Yoongi? When I'm old, they're gonna kill me too."
"Let them. There's no use fighting it. Either way, you'll end up dead. Like me."
"I can help the other citizens of Tagna," you say, wiping away your tears and gritting your teeth. "I can free them from the Council's restraints. Maybe we can leave Tagna altogether and see if there are other societies to live in. You can tell me where they keep the gas! That could be really helpful."
"No, Y/N," Yoongi firmly says. "Let the others live in bliss."
"What?? Why?"
"I don't want to be a hero. Think about how complicated things will be if you were to go against the Council," Yoongi says. "It's not worth it because you'll lose."
"So you're going to let me kill you?"
"Everland is better than Tagna, don't you agree?"
There he goes again, answering your question with another one of his.
"You've accepted your fate."
"I have. You should accept yours too."
"I have no fate," you scoff. "I'm someone the Council chose to become a licensed murderer."
"Your service helps those poor people escape their suffering."
"Yeah, without their permission."
"You shouldn't have declared your assigned partner as a mismatch to the Council," Yoongi sighs. He rubs his forehead in a conflicted way and gives you a sideways look. "I'm leaving in five days, you know. I don't want you to be alone. Mismatched or not, he was your friend."
"Five days..." You run your fingers through your hair. "That's such little time."
"We'll spend it together."
"How?" you challenge. "How would I? I'm not supposed to feel love, Yoongi. They'll notice something suspicious if I'm always here with you."
"They'll think you're being a good nurse," he answers. "Come on, Y/N," he says, taking your hands in his. "As your patient, I demand you stay over with me tonight. The other days... you can do whatever you want. I just... I want your company today."
After everything you learned now, you need Yoongi's presence too.
So you nod, crawling into bed with him. He tells you light-hearted stories of fictional societies that might exist in the barren world until you fall asleep.
You confess.
This morning, when you woke up, you swiftly got out of the hospital bed, swept away Yoongi's bangs from his face and gave him a silent goodbye (you didn't want to wake him) before walking out of the hospital. You go straight to the Council. And you admit you haven't been taking the suppressant. You admit that Jungkook isn't a mismatch as you had thought he was—you were without your suppressant and you weren't thinking straight. You tell them that you deserve whatever consequence they will bestow upon you. That you're sorry (though you aren't). And you regret messing up Jimin's procedure (which is the truth).
They are generous to you. Only because they love you like their daughter. Only because you have such a highly held job.
The Council doubles your suppressant intake and declares your curfew will be stricter. But they will move you back to your original home unit and reassign you to Jungkook. They lie to you. They say he loves you very much. You lie right back to them. You say you love him too.
Then, you bargain with them. You ask if your current patient may have an extension date until their transport, explaining that it's hard for you to convince him that Everland is a paradise. You tell them that he repeatedly tells you that he is afraid of Everland. It's a lie. But the Council will make something of it because they don't know you know the truth. In the end, you manage to convince them to authorize a three-day extension.
Now you have a week left with Yoongi. Less time than you'd like, especially with your stricter curfew. But it's more than what you had before.
Your next step is to apologize to Jungkook, hoping he doesn't take your declaration that you were a mismatch too personally. He is nothing but a victim to you, at this point, you realize. You would never know if he truly loves you or not—only ditching the suppressant altogether would tell. And it's not his fault that you don't love him back.
But the Council must've told Jungkook that you weren't in your right mind when you filed a split with him because he welcomes you back with open arms.
"I missed you," he whispers, tugging you into a tight hug.
"Me too," you say, hugging him tighter. It isn't a lie either. "I'm sorry," you say. "I'm really, really sorry, Jungkook." That's the truth.
"The Council told me what happened. I'm sorry about Jimin's transport, sweetie," he says. "Please don't make me worry again, though." He pulls you back and looks at your face, studying your features with what reflects on his eyes as admiration and care. "Please take your suppressants."
"I will," you tell him.
"They're making me monitor you," Jungkook says. "But just promise me, that you'll take the suppressant."
"I promise."
It's a lie.
Every day, you leave your home unit for work just like any other day in your life. But every day, you pretend to take your two suppressants in front of Jungkook, but when he isn't looking, you crush them, dissolve what's left of them in water and flush the solution down the toilet. And then you spend the rest of the day—up until your curfew—with Yoongi.
The two of you try to pretend everything is normal. When, of course, everything is not. But it helps to imagine everything is all right.
"What if Everland exists?" you whisper, poking at Yoongi's chest as he reads his mystery novel. "And when you die, you actually go to Everland?"
"I'll find out in a couple days for you," Yoongi says, setting down his book and quirking a teasing eyebrow at you.
So much for ignoring his impending death.
"I'm more worried about you after I leave," he says. "Don't you ever wish I never told you about what Everland really was?"
You hum thoughtfully. "I don't know. Haven't thought about it much... I guess I'm a bit peeved you forced all this information on me," you tease. "But I think I like knowing the truth, overall."
"Well, that's a relief," Yoongi grins. "Don't wanna piss off the person who's dealing with my transport."
You shouldn't have, but you laugh. "We're really getting into the dark humor, aren't we?"
"We are," Yoongi agrees. "And we'll continue while it lasts."
"How long do you think it'll be until I meet you in Everland—if it exists?"
"Maybe like what, fifteen? Twenty years later? You're still young, Y/N," Yoongi tells you, poking at your cheeks. "You still have baby fat, love."
"I-I do not!" You flush a brilliant shade of red. Something about Yoongi calling you love... You wish you could cherish this feeling forever. Lock it up somewhere and go back to relive it over and over again.
"It's okay. I like the way you look," he says proudly. "Even if you were ugly—which you aren't—I would still love you. Because—" he pauses dramatically—"love makes you see past physicalities."
"Clearly," you joke, gesturing at Yoongi's face and subsequently earning a playful shove from him.
"Do you think we're doing the right thing, though?" Yoongi suddenly asks. "What if we just... run away?" He hums, grabbing your hand and tugging you to his chest, earning a little yelp from you.
"Run away?" you say in a hushed whisper. "That's preposterous!"
Yoongi laughs. "I know, I'm just joking. Imagine if we ran away only to find a post-apocalyptic world outside of Tagna. What if one of us dies? Then what about the other? Or what if we meet the crazy Atnatians? I was totally joking. To run away would be akin to a death wish. Only more drawn out and torturous."
"Yeah, I figured," you huff, turning your body towards Yoongi to frown at him disapprovingly.
He just snorts. "You didn't sound like you had it figured."
"You are very, very difficult."
"I know," he says. "But sometimes, you are too."
"Hey! You—"
You're cut off when Yoongi pulls you in by the waist for a kiss. It's one of those searing ones, where your whole body tingles at the feeling of his warm lips moving against yours. Your hands helplessly splay against his chest as his free hand caresses your cheek. When he carefully flips you over, your legs sandwiched between his thighs, he pulls away from your lips, a bit breathless and winded. And the moment his softened eyes meet yours, you realize this is more than what it seems—the road to passionate lovemaking. In reality, it is a desperate goodbye.
Before tears can well in your eyes, you tug Yoongi in by gripping the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips on his. You want to forget, but everything becomes a reminder that he will leave you in two days. The way he grips at your thighs, the way he spares extra time to memorize every inch, explore every crevice of your body—it's all painful to digest that this might be the last time... Everything he does to you might be the last. You hate it.
But you have to live in the moment.
There's something about Yoongi's movements tonight that reveals his true feelings. You can feel how much he loves you tonight—not from the butterflies in your stomach, but from Yoongi, himself. It's like he's cherishing the moment, so it can last well in your memories.
The Council likes to preach that equality is what drives society to succeed. Everyone must be equal, dress equally, live equally, even die equally (though that's disguised as a simple transport to Everland)—all to ensure that everyone is satisfied with the justness of the system. You disagree. It is unfair.
You feel wronged. Stripped away from the greatness of the life you could've had. But there is a small part of you that is grateful. If things hadn't turned out the way they had, maybe you would've never felt love. Maybe you would've been stuck in your career unit, working as a slave to the Council as they brain-washed you without knowing the truth. You wouldn't have met Yoongi.
In comparison to the truths you've unveiled and the pure bliss you've felt with Yoongi, it's a small price to pay. In the end, you'll have to transport Yoongi to Everland. And then you will go back on with living your life as a citizen of Tagna. Jungkook will do everything in his power to make you fall in love with him. Maybe you will; maybe you won't. The far future is hazy and thinking of it hurts your head.
You'll figure something out, though. You always do.
Finally, you've accepted your fate.
The procedure room is unbearably cold.
Your hands shake as you pull on your latex gloves, and you have to take deep breaths to steady yourself, to convince your assistants that this is like any other normal transport. Except it's not.
"Why are you more nervous than I am?" Yoongi laughs, sitting up on his elbows on the all too familiar hospital bed.
You turn around and shoot him an ungrateful look. "Stop it," you hiss. "I'm trying to concentrate."
"Yes, nurse," he says sarcastically, saluting to you.
You bite your lip so you won't break out in a grin in front of the assistants. Shaking slightly, you turn to the medical cart where the syringe lies, the needle gleaming at you dangerously. You've touched seventy-eight shots, but you can't seem to grab this one, no matter how hard you try.
Finally, you let out a big sigh. "Can all of you leave, please?" you say. "Sorry, not feeling well today."
Thankfully, your assistants are obedient. There's shuffling as they move out of the room, and soon, it's only you and Yoongi left.
"Alone at last," he says, smiling.
"Not so happy you invented that horrible serum, now are you?" you say, frowning.
Yoongi shrugs. "Depends on the wielder of the serum. In this case, I'm satisfied."
With a huff, you snatch up the syringe and hold it out in front of you. "So this is it, then?"
"I suppose it is, love."
Your heart sinks. "I don't know if I can do this, Yoongi."
"Sure you can," he urges you. He grabs your wrist, pulling you close under the upper half of your thighs hits the edge of the medical bed. "Find the vein, insert the needle and you'll be done."
"It's not as easy as it sounds," you say. You stare at the man, a frown etched on your forehead. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too," Yoongi replies. "Come here," he says, pulling you in to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. Something tells you it will be the last one.
"Okay. Okay," you whisper to yourself. "Lemme just find the vein and—" you nearly choke on the heavy feeling at the back of your throat. "I-I just have to insert the needle... press the plunger... Fuck," you curse.
"You can do it. I'll be here, watching you," Yoongi says, giving you a shit-eating grin.
"Thanks. That helps."
"Aren't you going to ask me for my last words, love?"
"No," you say, taking a deep breath and inserting the needle into Yoongi's upper forearm. He doesn't even flinch.
"Why not?" he asks.
"Because," you say in your trembling voice as you begin to press on the plunger, slowly and carefully. "Because," you repeat, "I don't want you to say the lasting line. It's bullshit."
"I had another line in mind."
"Really?" you say. When the plunger doesn't move further, you close your eyes in shock, even disbelief. You fumble to stop the blood from seeping out, quickly cleaning the mess with an alcohol swab and taping a cotton ball to the small wound. There is care laced in your actions, and your fingers linger on his arm.
"Yeah," Yoongi answers, his voice softening. His eyes begin to droop as the serum begins to work on his body. "I love you, Y/N."
"Oh, Yoongs..." you let out a choked sob, grabbing his hand. "Please don't—"
"I'm not done yet," he manages to breathe. He tries to look into your eyes, attempting to grin at you, but his lips don't move at his will. "F-For you and for me..." he trails off. "Because..." he takes a short pause to swallow, "E-Everland is bullshit a-and 'us' should only c-consist of... of y-you and... me."
"Yoongi..." you whisper, squeezing his hand. "I love you too. For you and for me... Yoongi?"
And when there is no sarcastic response, you know he is gone.
Except he's not traveling through dimensions to get to Everland. He's dead. And you don't know what happens when you die.
You can't bear to look at him. So you let go of his hand, turning your back to his body. On cue, your assistants flood into the room. You duck your head to wipe your tears and let them roll his unconscious body out of the room. When you get a short glimpse of his face, you find that there's a faint smile on his lips. You exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding.
As long as he was happy...
And with the way he was cracking jokes just seconds before his death proved a lot. If Yoongi is—was—okay with it, then so are you.
You bid him a final goodbye in your head.
Something switches inside you. A boiling, bubbling feeling. You can’t quite describe it, but it’s intense, making your body tingle from head to toe.
With vehement steps, you walk out of the hospital and straight into the Council. Standing before the Council members, you smile at them angelically.
"Good afternoon, Y/N," they chorus.
"Good afternoon, Council," you say.
"What are you here for today?" one of them inquires.
You look at him, "With all due respect, sir, I just want to have a little wish granted."
"A wish?" another member says incredulously.
"Yoongi. Formerly held a career in unit 38. Deceased. Don't burn his body in the basement under the hospital. Bury him, please. Properly. Give him a coffin and a tombstone and everything. He's done a lot to advance Tagna hasn't he? It's the least you can do."
And before any of the Council members can react, you march away, down the streets and into your home unit.
Confronting the Council and demanding justice from them felt refreshing. Your suggestion might actually be taken, or you might be taken to the jailhouse. You're not sure which. But whatever it is, it won't matter. All you can do now is wait until your time of death comes.
"Y/N? Sweetie?"
Jungkook.
"How was the transport?" your assigned partner says, rushing to greet you with a hopeful smile on his face. "The Council told me they gave him an extension for his transport date because he was so nervous. Did it go well?"
You smile. "Yeah... It was... good. Peaceful. Eye-opening, too."
"That's great!" Jungkook exclaims. "Did he say the lasting line?"
I love you, Y/N. For you and for me. Because Everland is bullshit and 'us' should only consist of you and me.
The saddest... but most content part of your life in just three sentences. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, but a small smile stretches across your lips from the memory. "No, he didn't say it."
"O-Oh," Jungkook says. He awkwardly stares at you in blatant confusion, wondering why you are crying profusely while smiling. He wonders if starting to take the suppressant again messed with your sanity. Jungkook's brows furrow as he begins to worry again. "Y/N..."
"No," you say, shaking your head adamantly. "He said something better than that."
Something true. Not some bullshit line like for us and for Everland.
It feels good to admit to something so genuine. Your grin grows wider.
Yoongi would be proud of you for not being so... so, ersatz. And he's up there somewhere—maybe in your head—nagging at you, teasing you. You'll count down the days until you'll be able to follow him there.
But for now, it's for you and for me, Yoongi.
—masterpost
—masterlist
#ficswithluv#btswritersnet#btswriterscollective#bangtanfairygarden#btswritingcafe#yoongi#min yoongi#yoongi imagine#yoongi fanfic#yoongi fanfiction#bts#bts fanfiction#for everland#THIS ONE GOES OUT TO THE ANGST LOVERS#and the ones who love bickering couples lmfao
96 notes
·
View notes
Text
1123.
How many books did you read this year? >> 38!
Did you reread anything? What? >> A Mountain Walked (a cosmic horror anthology edited by S.T. Joshi) Wolves of the Calla and Wizard & Glass by Stephen King The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster The Giver by Lois Lowry Lost Souls by Poppy Z Brite
What were your top five books of the year? >> Oof. I’ll go with… Heavy by Kiese Laymon Recursion by Blake Crouch The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver Deathless by Catherynne Valente Making Friends With Death by Laura Pritchett The Phantom Tollbooth gets an honourable mention just because it’s one of my fave books period, and I would love to include Braiding Sweetgrass here because it’s so good so far but I haven’t finished it yet so I guess I’ll have to save it for next year’s list.
Did you discover any new authors that you love this year? >> Yeah, Dr Robin Wall Kimmerer and Blake Crouch.
What genre did you read the most of? >> Nonfiction.
Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to? >> Oh, my backlog is always way too long for my own good.
What was your average Goodreads rating? Does it seem accurate? >> I don’t use goodreads anymore.
Did you meet any of your reading goals? Which ones? >> I set it to 50 at the beginning of this year, but by mid-year I was like “I don’t care about this sort of thing anymore” so I stopped tracking it. I realised that sort of thing is counter to how I like to read and think about my reading.
Did you get into any new genres? >> No.
What was your favorite new release of the year? >> I’m not even sure what-all was released this year. Nothing that I read, I assume.
What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read? >> That’s just all of the books on my top five, lol.
Any books that disappointed you? >> The latter half of The King In Yellow, Brave New World (it was okay, I just wasn’t super into it), the first half of A Mountain Walked (all the stories I remembered liking were actually in the second half of the book for some reason).
What were your least favorite books of the year? >> Whatever I didn’t finish, most likely.
What books do you want to finish before the year is over? >> I don’t care when I finish a book.
Did you read any books that were nominated for or won awards this year (Booker, Women’s Prize, National Book Award, Pulitzer, Hugo, etc.)? What did you think of them? >> I mean, maybe. I really don’t pay attention to that sort of thing.
What is the most over-hyped book you read this year? >> Brave New World. Maybe the Hunger Games series and Deathless too.
Did any books surprise you with how good they were? >> Maybe. I don’t know if “surprise” is the word?
How many books did you buy? >> I bought a couple on Google Play Books (the two Heather Havrilesky books), and Braiding Sweetgrass in the local bookstore. I was also gifted three books for Christmas! And of course, I had my Scribd subscription.
Did you use your library? >> Not this year. The ebook selection is too meager for me.
What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations? >> —
Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama? >> Nope.
What’s the longest book you read? >> Fucking Wolves of the Calla.
What’s the fastest time it took you to read a book? >> An hour or two (The Phantom Tollbooth).
Did you DNF anything? Why? >> Yeah, but like I said, I don’t remember what they were.
What reading goals do you have for next year? >> I’m not doing the goals thing anymore. I just want to keep reading at my own pace, enjoying myself, not putting arbitrary stress on myself to “meet a goal”. It’s not a competition, not even with myself.
4 notes
·
View notes