#Picking Domestic Scaffolding

[spurbleu]

oldman!price x reader angsty (?) drabble

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age leaves john price in tantrum.

he despises what it’s done to his body. the creak in his knees when he walks, the strain in his shoulder when he reaches across the table. steam engine, ironclad and coal hot, neglected the rust on the belly of its stirrups. adopted a sudden fragility he cannot stand.

takes a literal force of nature to get him to retire, and he grieves it like a father. it, in all honesty, was one. taught him how to shoot straight, how to hold his men, how to be without feeling like he’s an imposter in his own skin. forced him to grow up- which is ironically exactly what ended their alliance.

nursed whiskeys, fattened ice kissing the base. smoked like somehow- fossilized in ligero- he’d find his youth again. blistered under reluctant mortality, indulged in fatal vices because if anything is putting him in the grave it’s a gun or a cigar.

a pot never boils watched, yet you stay at your designated post by the doorway while he broods (he’s a dramatic at heart), storm clouds stamped on the collapse of his shoulders.

if you were one of his soldiers, you let him fester.

but you were his wife.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t aged yourself, silver linings sprouting from your scalp, sun spots and bleached knuckles. even so, you found time to pick up his medications, comb through amateur food blogs for gut health and bone pain, roll the aches out of his shoulder before bed. you were kind- and it was insulting.

spitfire catching on the burs of his muttonchops- unfamiliar with dependence. he was a captain for Christ’s sake- alloy lighthouse, built by cement and sheer fucking will. he didn’t need to be hand fed vitamin C and dragged to yoga class. he pitched barbed wire, dug his shallow trench and intended lay in it.

until, one evening, thunder strikes him out of dewy acrimony. he clambers up the stairs, musk of tobacco and spite plants a grimy boot in the oak. he glances over the railing, and stills.

bathroom door, cutting swaddled atmosphere with thin bisque, a pyramid down the center of the hall that created the illusion of darker corners. centered in the odd, domestic scaffolding was you- shower damp and concentrated.

it was like watching a bird preen feathers. tugging at the sags, yanking at the silvers, skin pitching at the nostril and eyes narrowing into thin keyways. and if he squinted, sniper accuracy rendered tears. sallow river bed on your flushed cheeks, clumped lashes, a frown that broke hearts.

“you’re never struggling alone, John,” you had said one evening, when he had been foolishly apathetic, “i’ll make sure of that.”

he hadn’t said anything.

guilt squirms at the base of his neck. the stranger named comfort that swelled within your embrace unnerved him so much he had forgotten to introduce himself. and now, milking moonlit lighting, with a wife who thought he was hiding from her, he called himself what he had never been as a soldier.

a coward.

you were making tea the next morning, windows surrendering a warmth when the day was still docile. it was while you were humming that your husband, sneaky bastard, folds you into the plush of his chest, drowsy lips dragging on the cusp of your shoulder.

“you always look so beautiful in the mornin, darlin.”

and it was true. you’ve never looked better to the old man.

[anniekoh]

my mother tape-records my laugh to mail bubblewrapped back home my mother records me singing Ye shabe mahtab mah miad to khab I am singing the moon will come one night and take me away side street by side street sitting on a pilled suburban carpet or picking blue felt off the hand-me-down couch the displaced whatnots I practice the work of worms how much I can wear away with no one watching two generations ago my blood moved through borders according to grazing seasons then a lifeline of planes planes fly so close to my head filled with bomblets and disappeared men scaffolding sprouts nooses sagging with my dead I burn my finger on the broiler and smell trenches

Drone, by Solmaz Sharif, in the poetry collection Look. First published in Blackbird.

Her first poetry collection, Look

In her 2016 debut collection, Look, Sharif—who was born in Istanbul to Iranian parents and grew up in the United States—refused American civil rituals of polite consensus and exposed the ways state violence takes place in and through language. Reappropriating terms from the Department of Defense’s Dictionary of Military and Associated Terms, where ordinary English is redefined in service of statecraft, Sharif mapped empire’s brutal trespasses. These words appear in the poems in capital letters, simultaneously disrupting and constructing scenes—often intimate and domestic. In the title poem, for example, the DoD’s definition of “look” (“a period during which a mine circuit is receptive of an influence”) jostles the ordinary one: “Let me LOOK at you. // Let me LOOK at you in a light that takes years to get here.” As the eerie convergence between the militarized and the quotidian agitates the language, any pretense of neutral description falls away. Reading these poems, it is impossible to sustain the fiction of a relationship—including a readership—wholly bracketed from the world empire has made. 

Solmaz Sharif wrestles with the ways that acclaim can become an imperial enclosure; I once heard her say, “I try to write poems that make it impossible to applaud afterward.” Reaching toward forms of relation that are not fully apprehensible from life in the metropole, her work rejects the embrace of any we for whom sharing is an uncomplicated act.

[digitalproperty]

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Summary

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[lgbthenry]

While I fully understand (and love) that ofmd's approach to historical accuracy is basically "when it's funny," real events do provide the scaffolding on which the story is built. They may be hand-wavey about dates and ages and geography, but the relationships for the most part seem to be grounded in actual history.

Blackbeard DID start his career in piracy sailing under Captain Hornigold.

Israel Hands WAS second in command to Blackbeard.

Stede Bonnet REALLY DID run away to become a (not great) pirate because he didn't like his domestic life.

Bonnet DID actually sail with Blackbeard and their association started while Bonnet was recovering from injury.

All of that is legit.

What I'm getting at is that it makes no sense for Calico Jack to be the one who shows up in "We Gull Way Back."

Calico Jack never ran with Blackbeard or Hornigold. He was also never mutinied against, actually voted in as captain by overwhelming majority.

Would have made way more sense if it were Sam Bellamy, because of his long history with both Blackbeard and Hornigold. So their reminiscing over breakfast would be fitting, even if the love of violence wasn't.

On the flip side, another good choice would be Charles Vane. Vane didn't have as much of a bond with Blackbeard as Bellamy, but they did know each other. He was voted out of captaincy, so the mention of mutiny has something behind it. And Vane was well known for his violence and cruelty. So his admiration for Blackbeard's past deeds and his violent hobbies would fit the show's character.

Calico Jack didn't fit either way and it almost seems like they picked a random pirate name out of a jar, which is inconsistent with all of the other clearly deliberate bending of facts and fun anachronisms in the show...

[tsukidrama]

The Road Not Taken

{I Doubted If I Should Ever Come Back}

ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴅᴛ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ / ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢѕ: references to ptsd and language

Chapter 1 - A Place to Call Home

Summary: After a few months of living in a cramped apartment building in the remaining 1/5th of the world, Annie moves to a cottage by the forest with you and her dad. For the first time in her life, she knows peace.

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A/N: Annie deserves a story about her living an ordinary life with her dad and her significant other. i want to write a multichapter fic. hell yeah, let’s do this thing.

i’ve lost my respect for canon so… fuck it. she deserves to run away. i’m the captain now. expect soft, tooth rotting-ly sweet, domestic everyday happenstances here.

Word Count: 3.3k

You line up a brick next to the one before it, and use your trowel to spread mortar across the end of it. Another brick, another layer of mortar, repeat. It wasn’t terribly interesting work, but it was also one of the more boring and repetitive tasks you’d traded in so that you wouldn’t have to hassle with the plumbing or insulation.

A shrill whistling from across the yard snaps you out of the monotony of your actions. You glance over at the fire pit, and suddenly remember that you put on some tea a little while before.

“Oh!” you exclaim, and get up to take it off the fire in such a rush that you’re still carrying the trowel in one hand.

Quickly, you jog across the open grassy field. You pick up a heat-resistant cloth so you aren’t burned, and set the teapot down on the capstone surrounding the fire. Sweat rolls down your forehead, and you shake your hand off for a few seconds before diving right back in and grabbing the scalding hot teapot.

Holding it far away from your body, you sprint a few meters away from the hot fire and from the construction site at which you’d been spending your days, and run underneath the nearest tree. A few drops of boiling water splash out onto the pile of stacked bricks you place the teapot down on. You toss the trowel in your other hand off to the side in the grass.

There’s a large cooler you placed conveniently next to the makeshift brick counter, and it houses both ice and your food/drinks for the day. This little area under the tree has come to be somewhat of a “break area” during the construction process. It was a nice area: grassy, in the shade, and located just far enough away that you can see (what is going to be) the house.

In addition to the lunch/snacks you pack for the day, lately you’ve made a point to spread a blanket across the grass. After all, you only have just so much patience, and it’s worn thinner than the knees and asses of every pair of pants you own after scrubbing out as many grass stains as you have these days.

Sitting on the blanket, you unpack the two glasses you brought along with you, then scoop a cupful of ice into each one. After dropping three sugar cubes above the ice, you add the hot tea.

A satisfying puff of steam rises up from the tops of each glass, and condensation rolls down the sides as the temperature changes. Before the tea gets too cold, you stir it to dissolve the sugar.

The sound of footsteps echoes on the (far too rickety for your comfort) scaffolding, and a head pops from around the second floor corner of the half-finished structure. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, though her bangs still fall across her face. Eyes as blue as the sky behind her look down at you with excitement.

“Did you make iced tea for me?” Annie asks, and dubiously begins to unhook her tool belt from her waist and lets it drop beside her.

You nod, and hold up one of the glasses. “It’s all yours as soon as you’re ready to take a break.”

She groans appreciatively. “Oh, believe me, I’m ready to take a break,” she says, “I’m sweating like a motherfucker up here.”

In one swift movement, she braces her hands on the scaffold railings and launches herself over the edge. It’s only a few meters from the ground, and she predictably lands on her feet, but it’s still a steep enough drop that your heart rate quickens with worry.

Annie jogs over to you, but stops in front of the blanket to stretch for a moment before she finally plops down in front of you.

“Hey,” you warn, “boots off of the blanket.”

Annie’s grin turns sheepish, but she swings her legs around so that her mud-caked feet stick out into the grass.

“Happy?” she asks teasingly.

You nod. “Much better.”

She leans back on one arm while grabbing her glass of tea with her other. You raise your own to your lips, and the both of you take a sip. Annie tips the cup so far back that iced tea splashes on her cheeks and drips to her chest.

“Hey, whoa,” you say, and reach over to dab at the spill with the towel you used to carry over the teapot. “Be careful, there’s sugar in there.”

“Don’t care,” she nearly gasps, then immediately begins to messily chug again, “I’m so thirsty.”

You pat her chest again to soak up the tea, and Annie takes the towel from you to clean herself up a little better. Finally, you sit back and take another sip.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch her wipe her neck and cheeks. The glass is a little more than half empty when Annie finally sets it back down on the bricks with a clink.

“I know we still have a couple of months of construction left,” Annie says, “but I can’t wait to live out here. It’s so quiet.”

You nod, and take a moment of silence to let her point sink in. Birds chirp and leaves rustle, but only the distant sound of a twig snapping or an animal tearing across the underbrush interrupts the otherwise serene backdrop.

“I’ve never lived somewhere quiet before,” you admit, “I grew up in the city. And then I got used to the military barracks, or sleeping on the ground in shifts, or not sleeping at all.”

Annie looks out across the yard wistfully, her eyes scanning the construction site. “I know what you mean,” she says, “but the closest I ever got to real quiet was on Paradis.”

“Wait, really?”

She nods, and the corner of her lips twitch upward. “Not in the cities or the barracks, obviously,” she says, and a small laugh escapes her, “but out in the woods, when you and I were alone together. When we snuck off, or went on overnight practice runs. It was so quiet and so peaceful. I used to think about those times a lot in the crystal.”

You see the look on her face, and reach out to take her hand, and give it a small squeeze. Lately she’s been more open with her emotions than she ever has been. Gone are the days of nothingness behind her gaze, and the emotional walls.

She shakes her head, and moves on. “Anyway, it’ll be like that every day soon. Once we move out, the only visitors we’ll have are the ones we invite. And we don’t invite people over.”

You crack a smile, and take another sip. “Sounds like a dream come true. It’ll be nice to get out of that building with everybody else. It’s so cramped.”

“No more hearing conversations through the walls, and no more getting woken up in the middle of the night.... It’ll be nice to have a place of our own.”

“And now everyone else is following suit and making plans to move out...” your voice trails off, and you laugh. “I never thought I would look forward to building houses all day every day. But it’s so much better than war meetings.”

Annie nods, her eyebrows knitting together gratefully. “It’s been such a nice break. I never thought I’d look forward to digging in the ground to install plumbing...” she shakes her head and chuckles, “God, I’m so excited to finish hanging the drywall. I haven’t had this much fun in years.”

You laugh in response, and it earns you a genuine, lingering smile. She squeezes your hand before pulling away entirely.

Annie holds the glass with both hands as she takes the last sip of her tea, and the ice clinks against the glass as the last of it drains away. She sets it down on the bricks with a sigh.

“Here, you can have the rest of mine,” you offer, “There’s enough in the teapot for one more.”

You hand your glass over to Annie. She looks a little hesitant and guilty, but accepts the mostly full glass from you and begrudgingly takes a sip. A huge, guzzling sip.

You take her empty glass, and refill it with ice from the cooler. Three more sugar cubes, and you pour the tea over it all and mix once again. The spoon clinks against the glass.

Annie takes another big sip of your tea, but cuts herself off before she drinks too much.

“Thank you,” she gasps when she catches her breath. “I love iced tea.”

“I know. And you’re welcome.” You take a sip of the new tea, and find that it’s still a little bit warm.

“How are you doing out by the well?” she asks.

You nod before you swallow your tea, and set the cup down. “Good, I’ve nearly finished laying down the bricks. Now that the irrigation has been done and we put in the main pipeline, I’m just making it look pretty. It’s ready to be filled.”

Annie looks over at the nearly-finished well and the loose pile of bricks that lies beside it.

“It looks good,” she compliments, and places her hand on your knee, “Once you’re done with the bricks I’ll build something to cover it.”

You nod. “The wire mesh is in a pile next to the pipes, I think,” you say. “Do you think you’ll finish the drywall today? I’m a little worried -- do you see how grey those clouds are in the distance?”

When you turn to look at Annie, you find that she’s already gazing at you. “Hmm?” she asks, obviously distracted. She takes another sip of her tea.

After a few seconds, it dawns on her that she didn’t give you an answer. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m done putting in the insulation and the drywall and paneling is finished. All I need to do is brick up the exterior now.”

“I can help with that!” you offer, happy to put your newfound bricklaying skills to the test on a larger scale than just the well.

Annie takes another sip of her iced tea, though the glass is too empty for it to overflow at this point. She looks off into the distance and narrows her eyes.

“You’re right about the clouds,” she says, “It looks like it’ll rain tonight. We should go get the tarps so it doesn’t damage the walls or ruin the bricks.”

You nod. “Okay, good thinking.”

Annie casts a nervous look over at you, and she fidgets by switching her glass from one hand to the other. She stares down at the grass beneath her boots for a few seconds before she says what’s on her mind.

“Are you sure that you’re okay with moving all the way out here?” she asks, suddenly a lot more self-conscious than she had been.

You once again reach over to take her hand. “Hey, we’ve been over this. I wouldn’t be out here for twelve hours a day building this house if I didn’t want to move into it with you.”

The corner of Annie’s lips twitches up weakly and you add: “I like the quiet, too, you know.”

“What about my dad living here?” she asks, just as blunt as it is unexpected, “Are you sure that you’re okay with that?”

“Of course,” you reassure her, “I’m not going to stand in the way of the life you waited nine years to get back to.” You squeeze her hand. “I’m just happy that you’re including me in it.”

Annie leans forward and wraps her arms around your shoulders. Her nose presses into your cheek as she plants a shy kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Hey...” you say, and chase after her to pull her back in for a proper kiss.

She giggles as your lips crash together. Her lips are cold and taste like the tea, and you can feel her smiling as she pulls you closer. Cold fingers wrap around the back of your neck, eliciting a gasp from you before you get used to it.

Gentle kisses against your bottom lip entice you back in. Annie captures you in another liplock, this time anchoring you in place by threading her fingers in your hair. She holds you still and kisses you hard, her nose bumping against yours as she readjusts her angle.

“This is all I’ve ever wanted,” she whispers into you when she finally breaks the kiss. There’s a far-off and dreamy look on her face as she nuzzles her cheek against yours. You let her stay in that moment for as long as she can, though you can’t help but plant a smooch on her forehead when the opportunity presents itself.

Annie leans back after a few seconds, keeping her wrists around your neck.

“Thank you,” she tells you.

You tilt your head. “What for?”

She looks at you with an openness in her eyes that you have yet to get used to, that she never allowed herself when you knew her back on Paradis.

“For being here. For doing this.” she says.

You smile. “I’m just happy you want me here,” you repeat.

Only when Annie finally relaxes do you realize how much tension she had been holding in.

“I don’t want to spend any more time apart from the people I love.”

Now it’s your turn to lean in and kiss her on the cheek. She leans into the motion, offering her cheek. She bats her eyelashes and looks at you out of the corner of her eye, ever timid in the face of intimacy.

Finally she leans away, and reaches for her nearly empty glass of iced tea. Before she can take a watery sip, you take your full cup and pour a considerable amount into hers.

Her eyes widen. “Wait, but there’s hardly any left for you...” she mumbles, and tries to push her much-fuller glass back towards you.

“Take it,” you insist, “you’re doing harder work than I am. You deserve it.”

She blushes, and chugs her tea again. Once again, she overestimates her ability to chug it down, and she spills tea on herself.

You sigh, but Annie cleans herself up before you can fret over her again. She takes a deep breath, and lowers the cup.

“Thank you,” she says, and her blush darkens, “and not just for the tea. For helping me build this place, and for wanting to make it a home with me.”

Your heart swells, and your expression softens. You squeeze her hand and open your mouth to form a response, but she cuts you off before you can get it out.

“The truth is that I don’t want to live here without you. I’ve been putting up those walls, and I’m starting to see our house. Not just layers of wood and concrete and insulation, but our living room, and our kitchen. The rooms aren’t just rooms anymore, you know?”

She pauses for a moment, and shakes her head. “That’s so stupid. Forget I said anything.”

You gasp, taking exaggerated offense. “Don’t say that!”

Annie glares off into the distance, and her blush spreads across her face red and dark. She doesn’t say anything.

“It’s not stupid,” you say, “it’s actually very sweet.”

Before she can interrupt you with a snarky comment, you blurt out: “Give me a tour.”

Her mouth is open to argue but instead she freezes, then laughs and smacks your knee like you made a bad joke.

“I’m serious!” you protest, a little butthurt.

Annie shakes her head and continues laughing. After a few seconds when she realizes you aren’t laughing, her face falls and she looks at you, confused.

“Wait, really?” she asks, and her smile fades.

You pout your bottom lip out at her. “I want to be able to see our house, too...”

She reaches over to put her hand on your upper arm. When you look back up at her, the look on Annie’s face is tender.

“I thought you were making fun of me,” she admits, and her blush comes back in full swing. “How about we make a deal.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

“I’ll give you a tour,” she begins, “IF we’re able to brick up two walls by sundown.”

Nodding, you respond. “I accept on the terms that you tell me where our bedroom is going to be right now.”

After a few seconds of thinking, or maybe pretending to think, Annie glances over at the half-built structure that will soon become your home.

“Upstairs,” she says, and squeezes your arm. “We’re going to have the room on the top floor all to ourselves.”

You take a moment to look at what has been built of the second floor so far -- at this point, it’s little more than a rough frame, with only unconnected pipes and bundles of unhooked wires inside the wall. But the room is going to be pretty spacious, and the beginnings of a deck give you the impression that it will absolutely be a good bedroom.

“I love it,” you tell her, “Let’s put in big windows so we can look at the trees.”

Annie nods. “Yeah. I want to watch the sun rise,” she points off to the right, in the direction of the well, and if you kept going and followed the road, you’d reach the city you had been living in for the past few months. She continues. “The sun rises on this side of the sky. Plus I’ll be able to see when my dad is coming over if we have windows here.”

“He’s going to be next door,” she explains further, pointing at a similarly bare-bones rough frame between the main house and the well, and then to another, smaller structure on the other side, “then a barn off to the right.”

“Is he really ‘next door’ if his bedroom is ten meters away from the back porch?”

Annie purses her lips, and pushes your arm away in retaliation for the quip.

“I’m not complaining. I love that you get to live with your dad. But his ‘house’ is going to be a bedroom and a bathroom. He’ll be in here every day.”

She smiles. “Yeah, he will be.”

“All part of your secret plan?” you tease.

Unaffected, Annie continues to beam and nods happily.

“Well I think both houses are going to look amazing. And the barn” you tell her, nearly gushing and filled with excitement, “I can’t wait until we can live out here.”

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear shyly, and her nose crinkles. “Thanks, Y/N. I couldn’t do this without you. I wouldn’t want to.”

“Can I ask you something?” you ask, and your heart beats in your chest loudly when she looks up at you expectantly.

“Of course, anything,” she tells you. For a moment, her smile wavers and it looks like she’s worried you’ll say something to bring her down (of course, you never, ever would).

A devilish grin spreads across your face. “Would you like to go lay down some bricks with me?”

A beat passes, then Annie bursts out laughing. She takes hold of your hand again after a few seconds, and flashes a bright and beautiful smile that you can’t get enough of.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says, and leans her shoulder against yours.

You linger in the moment for a little bit, soaking up each other’s presence. But soon enough as always, the moment has to end. Annie springs to her feet, and helps you up. With your trowel in your hand, the both of you head over towards the house.

[becomewings]

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life <I’M FINE>

  BTS Universe Story Highlights, pt. 4 / 4

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Introduction

The final sections for TaeHyung’s arc and the Epilogue are 4.3k and 4.4k, respectively. As with earlier parts of the series, I have included “tl;dr commentary” at the bottom of the post after a section of additional thoughts (specifically devoted to an interesting MV location parallel!). This commentary summarizes the parenthetical asides I made throughout the summaries and may be of interest as standalone reading to those who have already played the game yet would like to review its connections to the BU texts and MVs.

Content warning: contains references to death, suicide, suicidal ideation, child abuse, domestic violence, blood, homicide, depression, trauma, PTSD

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Heart’s Distance

TaeHyung’s story opens with a short cutscene. In his apartment (with the calendar on the wall open to May), TaeHyung smiles at a photo of his father holding him as a baby. (The image looks similar to the photograph he holds at 1’48” in the HYYH On Stage: Prologue short film.) Remembering his father’s drinking and violence, he crumples the photo with a sigh. SeokJin then narrates over a series of shots explaining the latest developments in the loops. By this 15 May Year 22, he has saved NamJoon, ensured that JungKook and YoonGi saved each other, prevented HoSeok’s accident in the hospital, and borrowed everyone’s help to free JiMin. Everyone is gathered outside NamJoon’s container that night, smiling and giddy from saving JiMin. “How long has it been since we’ve all laughed together?” SeokJin asks. (This is a reference to the recurring phrase “we can laugh when we’re together” present throughout the Notes and occasionally this game.) He wants to relax and enjoy the moment too but knows this isn’t over yet. TaeHyung is laughing radiantly next to JiMin. “What drives this happy and innocent TaeHyung to commit such an unspeakable act?” he wonders.

SeokJin’s reflections on the coming days in previous loops present the crux of his challenge and this story: on 19 May, TaeHyung is arrested for vandalism while painting graffiti on the streets. (The bus stop depicted in the shot is the same as the one in Highlight Reel.) One thing SeokJin has learned through the loops is that TaeHyung and his sister live under the constant threat of domestic violence. On 20 May, TaeHyung goes home after spending the night at the police station. The situation gets especially bad for his older sister, and TaeHyung makes a choice that he can’t take back. (In the shot in the game, TaeHyung approaches his father from behind and the sound of glass occurs on a cut to black. We know from the I Need U MV and Save Me webtoon that he fatally stabs his father.) SeokJin’s inner thoughts relate that he has tried to stop this event by preventing TaeHyung from going home this day or even involving NamJoon—but all of his attempts have ended in failure.

While SeokJin is mulling over this challenge during their gathering on the night of 15 May, HoSeok approaches and asks what he’s thinking about by himself. “Oh, nothing much,” SeokJin dismisses. HoSeok remarks that it’s nice to be there with everyone. “It makes me think of the old days…” While HoSeok happily chats, SeokJin’s attention stays on TaeHyung as he approaches NamJoon. The player is given the choice to “get closer to eavesdrop” or “listen to what HoSeok has to say.” In the first path, SeokJin excuses himself to make a phone call and only pretends to pick up the phone as he nears TaeHyung and NamJoon. In the second path, HoSeok jokes about eating too many snacks in high school thanks to SeokJin. SeokJin is a little distracted, but HoSeok notices that TaeHyung has snacks. “Huh? What’s that? I want some too!” SeokJin uses this opportunity to follow HoSeok and join their two friends. The paths converge with SeokJin overhearing TaeHyung and NamJoon’s conversation. TaeHyung says he doesn’t want to go home and asks if he can spend the night at the container. SeokJin remembers that TaeHyung often mentioned not wanting to go home in high school. Back then, they thought it was because he enjoyed being with the group, but now SeokJin knows that he was probably avoiding his father. He wonders why TaeHyung insists on going home on the 20th since he hates it there so much. Maybe learning the reason will be the key to stopping—and saving—TaeHyung. “Do whatever you want. You can sleep over,” NamJoon replies. TaeHyung brightens visibly at this answer. “Do you want to stay up doing something? We can play a card game, or…” HoSeok chimes in too that it sounds like a fun idea, but NamJoon says he has work tomorrow and can’t stay up late. “Let’s play until I have to go to bed.” TaeHyung’s phone vibrates. His face is already grim when he peers at it. “Actually, I think I have to go home.” Surprised, NamJoon asks why, but TaeHyung leaves without answering.

SeokJin leaves the gathering and follows TaeHyung, shadowing him carefully to avoid detection. He wonders what was in the text that changed TaeHyung’s mind and notices that they’re heading in the opposite direction of his home. After purchasing snacks at a nearby store, TaeHyung stands at a bus stop. SeokJin wonders if he’s waiting for someone since he lets several buses pass by. Eventually, a disembarking figure approaches TaeHyung. SeokJin recognizes her as Kim Eunhye, TaeHyung’s older sister. She asks why he is waiting for her since he said he’d be home late. “I was about to head in, so I thought I’d wait for you,” TaeHyung replies. “You should’ve gone ahead. Dad probably hasn’t had dinner yet…” she trails off. TaeHyung says he ordered delivery to the house for their dad. “Did you eat yet? Here.” He hands her a hot dog. SeokJin follows at a distance when they begin walking home. “Do you think dad will be drinking?” Eunhye wonders. “Is that even a question?” TaeHyung returns. They go back and forth about how he has been drinking less these days, goes to work every day, and doesn’t get as angry. “I hope things stay like this,” Eunhye finishes. “...It won’t last,” says TaeHyung. From his sigh, SeokJin senses how little TaeHyung trusts his father. He is surprised to hear that his father goes to work every day. In previous loops, he wondered if the cause for TaeHyung’s accident was an external force and went to observe his father’s workplace, but the man was not at the construction site and apparently hadn’t shown up for several days.

“I better check it out,” SeokJin decides. He calls Uncle JunHo, his father’s assistant, to ask for a favor. The two meet later in SeokJin’s bedroom. “You wanted to go on-site for practical training, right? This is the form you need,” says JunHo. He dismisses SeokJin’s thanks. “The Assemblyman seemed to be interested, too. He said he’ll be keeping an eye on things.” “Father said that?” SeokJin checks. “Make sure to use this opportunity to take a thorough look around. It’ll all be helpful to you later,” JunHo advises. (It’s helpful to know that Kim ChangJun is involved in some shady business with a construction company—this is revealed in The Notes 2.)

On 17 May, SeokJin visits the construction site. The foreman tells him that they’re busy and won’t have time to pay any special attention to him. SeokJin is glad for the lack of watchful eyes because it gives him the opportunity to observe TaeHyung’s father, Kim SungHoon. He is working silently, and SeokJin can’t see anything wrong on the surface. “Why does he get so violent at home?” he wonders. The foreman has apparently been watching too and yells at him. “Oi, you! Why aren’t you working?” Kim SungHoon points out that there isn’t any scaffolding. The foreman orders him to use a ladder instead. “You can’t get any work done being all careful.” Kim SungHoon tries to protest, but the foreman won’t hear it. “Are you going to pay for it if the schedule gets delayed, Mr. Kim? Hurry it up!” A look appears on Kim SungHoon’s face as though he’s been wronged, but he uses the ladder to begin working. SeokJin’s concern must be visible, for the foreman makes conversation with him. “Ahem. Don’t get the wrong idea. You might not be well aware of it yet, but it’s hard to always follow the rules on site. We can’t stay on schedule if we’re not flexible.” “I see…” murmurs SeokJin.

Another laborer shouts, drawing their attention: Kim SungHoon has fallen from the ladder and lies groaning on the ground. The foreman curses and rushes over, demanding how he could be so careless and shifting the blame to him for not paying attention. With a hurt back, Kim SungHoon cannot continue working. Trying to downplay the accident, the foreman gives him a few bills and advises him to stop by the hospital. TaeHyung’s father seems to have something to say, but he withers under the foreman’s stare and accepts the money in resignation. The foreman then assures SeokJin that this happens occasionally on a rough worksite and hands him money too. “You’ve worked hard, so here’s a little something for you to get a nice snack. Forget about everything that happened today. You know what I mean, right?” His brazen, selfish attitude angers SeokJin, but he smiles and leaves to follow Kim SungHoon. He is shocked to witness TaeHyung’s father purchase alcohol at a convenience store rather than go to a hospital. Worried about what will happen if he drinks while injured, SeokJin tries to call TaeHyung, but he doesn’t pick up. The episode ends with a small scene of TaeHyung finishing graffiti on a wall. He doesn’t know why he painted what he did, but the “dumb, ugly-looking graffiti” represents how he feels. He rubs the still-wet paint, yet it doesn’t go away. Picking a new color, TaeHyung sprays over the existing layers like he’s pouring and emptying out all of himself.

On 18 May, TaeHyung deals with his third rude customer of the day at the convenience store. The man demands why he must pay for a bag, even though the law has changed so they can no longer be given freely. TaeHyung either relents and gives him the bag without charge or stands firm. In the first path, he gives in, knowing that he probably won’t restrain his anger if they argue further and that he’ll have to cover the cost with his own paycheck. In the second path, the customer flings the money at him before leaving. TaeHyung clenches his fists and holds in his anger. The paths rejoin with him reflecting that this isn’t a good day. He greets the next customer and realizes that it’s SeokJin. “How come you’ve been stopping by so often these days?” TaeHyung asks while ringing up his bottled coffee. “Huh? Just. I have some things to take care of around here,” SeokJin answers. TaeHyung doesn’t know whether or not to believe him. SeokJin keeps asking how he’s doing, and it makes him a little uncomfortable. Today, SeokJin asks more meaningless questions as always, until: “How’s your father?” TaeHyung can’t stop himself from responding sharply. “Why do you ask about him?” Taken aback, SeokJin stammers, “N-No reason, really. I was just wondering if he was well… Uh… Never mind.”

A rich-looking father and son enter the store, interrupting the awkward silence. The way the father looks after his son and buys him what he wants to eat plunges TaeHyung into memories—he once felt the same as the boy about his own father. He remembers asking his dad who the baby is in the photograph we see at the beginning of the story. Kim SungHoon said it was him. “Don’t you think you look just like dad, TaeHyung?” An incoming phone call shakes TaeHyung out of his memories. The food deliverer informs him that no one is home to accept the order of hangover soup. “Huh? My father should be there…” TaeHyung confirms that the deliverer can leave the food outside the door, but he worries about his dad, who was passed out drunk and groaning in his sleep when he left for work. “SeokJin. I need to run home really quickly. Do you think you can watch the store for me?” TaeHyung leaves as soon as SeokJin gives a startled affirmative. The episode ends in SeokJin’s perspective. He’s curious and concerned about what is going on with TaeHyung, as he couldn’t overhear the phone call. Since leaving the store alone to follow TaeHyung may just create more trouble for him, SeokJin decides to stay put and look for clues.

Arriving home, TaeHyung brings the hangover soup inside and finds his father slouched in the corner. More soju bottles are lying out than when he left this morning. “Your lunch is here.” TaeHyung shakes him when there’s no response. “Wake up and eat.” Kim SungHoon mumbles something unintelligible, so TaeHyung nudges him again. His father shudders and cries out. “You bastard! I’d just gotten comfortable!” “Oh… I just wanted you to eat before the soup gets cold…” says TaeHyung. Kim SungHoon calls him a bastard for not listening. “I just told you to leave that damn thing here!” “Hah… Anyway, eat your lunch.” TaeHyung touches his shoulder again, and his father shoves him away. “The pain is killing me. Get lost, bastard!” TaeHyung yelps. The back of his neck burns from something he hit, but he doesn’t feel the pain over the rage brewing inside him. He can’t stand to look at his father for another second and kicks the door open to rush outside. “But of course. Why did I run over here to make sure that miserable geezer ate something?” he thinks bitterly. TaeHyung’s temper cools as he walks back to the store, and he remembers the pain in his neck. His fingers come away with blood when he touches the spot. He trudges onward, planning to bandage it at work. The memory of the rich father-son duo comes to mind: the man holding his son’s hand so tenderly, and the kid smiling brightly up at him. It makes TaeHyung even more miserable, and he fights to suppress the feelings that threaten to overflow.

Alone in the convenience store, SeokJin feels anxious not knowing when TaeHyung will return but decides to poke around, hoping to learn something like he did when observing NamJoon’s room at the gas station. He either looks through TaeHyung’s backpack or a full box near the register. The box is only a makeshift lost-and-found with customers’ forgotten items. Despite his discomfort at rooting through someone’s belongings, SeokJin finds the crumpled photograph of TaeHyung as a baby with his father in the bag. “He wouldn’t be carrying it around if he truly hated his father. But it wouldn’t be crumpled if he liked him, either. Is it… love and hate?” SeokJin wonders. He also finds a post-it stuck on the counter with a note left by HoSeok: “I packed this for myself but Auntie invited me over for dinner. There are two patties inside. Make sure to enjoy it and write me a full review at least one page long!” SeokJin realizes they’ve spent all this time looking out for each other. He’s glad to see the signs of HoSeok taking care of TaeHyung and TaeHyung being grateful enough to keep the note.

When TaeHyung returns, SeokJin is concerned to see blood from a cut on his neck. “Are you okay, TaeHyung? What happened to your neck?” But TaeHyung avoids looking at him and doesn’t answer, instead putting on a bandage and continuing work. SeokJin ignores a call from Uncle JunHo, deciding it’s more important to look after TaeHyung. “Are you sure you can stay here all day like this, SeokJin? Aren’t there people at home wondering where you are?” TaeHyung speaks up at that moment. SeokJin smiles sheepishly. But with the incident looming ahead on the 20th and no solutions yet to avert it, he has no choice but to stick close to him. After TaeHyung’s shift ends, SeokJin asks what he’s doing now. The red seeping through the bandage worries him. “I’m just… gonna go paint some graffiti,” says TaeHyung. He reluctantly agrees to allow SeokJin to tag along. His phone vibrates before they leave. “Sis? What’s going on? What? The emergency room? Why is Dad there? Hold on. I’ll be right there!” TaeHyung runs out. SeokJin catches up to offer him a ride, which he accepts after a moment’s hesitation.

The perspective switches to TaeHyung when they arrive at the hospital and find his sister waiting with an uneasy expression. She thinks that their father was injured at work. When she tapped him lightly to wake him up for dinner, it caused him a lot of pain. TaeHyung remembers the incident at lunchtime and wonders if he felt like that earlier, too. Eunhye notices SeokJin, and TaeHyung introduces them, noticing that her hand seems to make her uncomfortable. “Did you hurt yourself, sis? What happened to your hand?” “Oh, it’s nothing. I… tripped before we came to the hospital.” TaeHyung knows she’s lying but doesn’t argue. He pretends not to see her injuries, and she pretends not to see the one on his neck—like they always do. Eunhye voices concern about the high bill, which the hospital wants them to pay before discharging their father tomorrow. “The company will take care of it if he was injured at work,” SeokJin assures. TaeHyung finds the construction foreman’s number in his dad’s cell phone and calls him. Reporting the situation, he asks if his father’s injured back can be processed as an industrial accident. The foreman denies that they can help. “How can we cover an accident where Kim SungHoon was drunk on the job and failed to follow safety protocol?” The foreman informs him that he already gave Kim SungHoon money to see a doctor. “There’s nothing else to say, so I’m going to go. And I’m telling you—don’t try to pull anything.” TaeHyung swears when the call ends. Eunhye wonders if the foreman is mistaken because she doesn’t think their father drank that day. TaeHyung purses his lips shut instead of replying, filled with rage at the patronizing foreman and their incompetent father. He hates that he can’t say his dad isn’t the kind of person to drink on the job, and his body shakes with indescribable emotion.

“They won’t cover it as a workplace accident?” SeokJin asks, the perspective shifting to him. He knows the foreman is lying but is unsure how to help TaeHyung and his despairing sister. He could pay the hospital fee himself, but that was counterproductive when he tried it for NamJoon in an earlier loop. Noticing a text from Uncle JunHo asking where he is, SeokJin postpones his decision for later and bids TaeHyung a quick farewell. “I’m sure there’s a way to take care of all of this. Don’t worry too much. Take care of your dad. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

On 19 May, TaeHyung and his sister exit the hospital room with twin sighs. Their father called the foreman back after hearing about the first conversation and let loose, only hanging up when his supervisor agreed to speak in person at the hospital. He also demanded alcohol all night and only recently fell asleep. TaeHyung notices that Eunhye looks exhausted and suggests that they take a nap before the foreman arrives that evening. Later, the foreman arrives with some workers and a box of drinks. TaeHyung stands in the corner, not wanting to butt in since this is his father’s business. The foreman asks how Kim SungHoon is doing, advises him to rest, and then adds, “We’re here to say that you shouldn’t bring up compensation since it’s your fault you were injured.” The foreman accuses him of drinking on the job, and the coworkers Kang and Seo nervously agree. Kim SungHoon argues back about being denied the scaffolding and drops the box of drinks, a “token of their sincerity,” on the floor. While the other works avert their gaze, the foreman looks down on him and clucks his tongue. “You bastard! You call yourself a man?!” Kim SungHoon roars. The foreman bristles. “What? Bastard? Watch your mouth punk!”

Eunhye tries to intervene, pleading for her father to calm down and apologizing on his behalf. The foreman accepts her actions like it’s the obvious thing for her to do. His arrogant attitude reminds TaeHyung of how he probably deals with his underlings. “Sir. My father wasn’t drunk,” he speaks up. The foreman’s arrogant air dissipates. “What are you saying? I have witnesses here.” TaeHyung explains that his dad did not drink that day or the previous one. The foreman scoffs. “Look at this kid. Where’d you learn your manners? He probably drank on the way to work even if he didn’t at home! Who do you think you are, raising your voice like that?” TaeHyung’s hands tremble with rage at the injustice, but he has nothing to retort. Suddenly, SeokJin appears. “I also saw everything. Remember me? I was there on site for practical training that day. I watched him work and he definitely wasn’t drunk.” The foreman grows flustered as SeokJin reveals the truth of the site’s dangerous work process and makes it clear that he coerced Kim SungHoon into not following the correct procedure. He glares between SeokJin and TaeHyung. “I don’t know how you both are putting up this united front… But you think it’s going to change things? We already paid him. It’s a done deal. Understood?” Fuming, the foreman leaves with the other workers in tow. “It’s alright now, TaeHyung.” SeokJin gently taps his shoulder. TaeHyung realizes how tense he has been when he loosens his grip and sees little crescents of his fingernails cut into his palms. (His wounded palms are a recurring motif.)

The perspective shifts to SeokJin while TaeHyung stares blankly at his hands. He decides to come clean about his payment of Kim SungHoon’s hospital bill, since the problem with NamJoon was that he paid it secretly. “You can think of it as borrowing—” “Thanks, SeokJin,” TaeHyung interrupts. “I’ll pay back all of it. Thank you.” SeokJin is a little shocked by his response—it is the first time he’s heard “thank you” from TaeHyung. He hopes that this is the beginning of solving TaeHyung’s problems and bids farewell for the day. Outside the hospital, SeokJin runs into HoSeok, who correctly guesses that he came to visit TaeHyung. “How’d you know?” “I stopped by TaeHyung’s work and didn’t see him, so I called him right away,” HoSeok explains. SeokJin expects him to ask about Kim SungHoon, but instead HoSeok worries about his friend first. “Is TaeHyung alright? He must’ve been so shocked. He cares a lot about his dad…” “TaeHyung does?” SeokJin checks. “Yeah. Even though he says that he doesn’t want to go home all the time, he always makes sure his dad gets a real meal every day. Even if he just eats convenience store snacks himself.” This is new information to SeokJin, who wonders if this is why TaeHyung is determined to go home on the 20th. HoSeok seems more familiar with TaeHyung’s sincerity than anyone else. SeokJin is still braced to explain how he knew about Kim SungHoon’s injury, but HoSeok is more focused on contacting TaeHyung and continues on towards the hospital. Overcome with exhaustion as his tension ebbs, SeokJin trudges home to plan his next move.

Later on 19 May, TaeHyung helps his father walk home after he is discharged from the hospital. He is grateful that SeokJin paid the bill but even more so that he intervened to verify Kim SungHoon’s unjust treatment. “SeokJin might be a better person than I thought.” No words are exchanged as TaeHyung supports his father. His arm is thin, but the weight that presses down on him is burdensome. “It’s the weight of the wheel that I can’t escape. The weight of reality—that I’m always going to be responsible for my father. A person that I wish I could let go, but can’t, and the contradictory feelings of hating my father but wanting to protect him.” In a perspective switch, SeokJin watches at a distance with bated breath. Even though TaeHyung seems accustomed to helping his father walk, Kim SungHoon raises his voice every time he almost falls. SeokJin guesses that TaeHyung is adamant about going home on the 20th because he is worried about his father, who is just out of the hospital, but all he sees is violence against his sister when he arrives. “I’m going to stop it this time, no matter what,” he vows.

On 20 May, SeokJin stands at the bus stop and touches the graffiti for which TaeHyung was arrested the previous night. (It’s the “I’m Fine” message depicted at the same location in the Highlight Reel.) He wonders what TaeHyung felt when he painted it and feels uneasy that he may not be handling this sequence correctly. SeokJin shakes away this premature doubt. There’s one thing that has changed from the previous loop: him. He has protected Kim SungHoon after his injury, paid the hospital bill, and built up enough credibility with TaeHyung to earn his thanks. This time, he reassures himself, his words will get through to his friend. Later, SeokJin follows TaeHyung when he leaves the police station. They walk in silence, but TaeHyung does not push him away or ask why he’s following. “Thanks for walking me here, SeokJin,” he speaks up when they arrive at his house. SeokJin waits a few moments before heading inside after him, entering a familiar situation he has seen far too many times: TaeHyung lunging toward his father, who looms near Eunhye. “TaeHyung! No!” SeokJin dashes to grab his arm. “Let go!” TaeHyung snarls and flails. SeokJin holds tighter, pleading for him to calm down. TaeHyung yells and shoves him away. SeokJin slams into something and falls, pain blooming in his skull. TaeHyung spins around with an expression of shock. The voices calling SeokJin grow fainter, and his vision blurs. “Tae… Hyung…” The glass shatters, marking another failed loop and concluding the story. (This is not the first time TaeHyung has caused SeokJin grave or mortal injury during his intervention: in the Save Me webtoon, he accidentally stabbed SeokJin with the broken bottle instead of his father.)

Nightmare: Epilogue

Throughout the <I’M FINE> series, we have witnessed SeokJin’s trials and failures in the earlier time loops. These experiences culminate in the Epilogue, titled “Nightmare,” as in The Notes 1. This arc spans his efforts to save each of his friends between 11 April and 22 May rather than focusing on one or two characters. SeokJin’s decisions and their consequences here closely follow The Notes 1, so now we have a more detailed picture of his journey between the Save Me webtoon and the first book. The Epilogue fills in some gaps and provides greater depth to these events. For the sake of clearer context, I have still summarized the moments that parallel The Notes 1.

On 11 April Year 22, SeokJin opens his eyes to the familiar bedroom ceiling, the events of the previous loop replaying in his mind. Will he be able to save his friends this time? Uncertainty, horror, and the fresh pain of failure plague him, but he looks at the photo of his friends by the sea. Once, he believed that saving them would be straightforward. But while obsessing over only the problems that he could see, SeokJin lost his way and had to learn from his mistakes. The “signal fires” that helped guide him back were the times spent with his friends, the moments they began to truly understand each other, and the memories he wants to treasure. As he leaves his room, he reflects: “We’re all connected together by a single string, and we’re fated to save one another. And the person to finally put an end to all of this… has to be me.”

In his car, SeokJin encounters a scene at the school crosswalk that he always runs into around this time. He sees a downcast-looking JungKook crossing the street among a group of students. The player is given an option to get out of the car to greet him or pass him by. Regardless of the decision, SeokJin knows that he can’t let his emotions steer his actions. In a previous loop (depicted in JungKook’s arc), he brought JungKook to see the cherry blossoms blooming on the university campus. SeokJin wonders if the JungKook from that loop enjoyed it at least a little. But ultimately, it was just a day and JungKook ended up alone with nothing changed. Not wanting to repeat his past mistakes, SeokJin drives by without stopping.

Later that night, SeokJin pulls into Naeri gas station. NamJoon greets him with a now-familiar look of surprise. “Oh. SeokJin?” “It’s been a while.” SeokJin is determined to make this the last time they repeat this conversation. (As mentioned in part 1, this sequence parallels their moment at the end of the Blood Sweat & Tears Japanese version MV.) As they move to a corner of the station to continue their conversation, the perspective shifts to NamJoon. Something seems a little weird to him, and SeokJin looks like he has a lot to say, but he manages to gloss over it. NamJoon is about to invite him to the meetup with the other guys after work, but his boss yells for him to do his job. An expensive foreign car pulls up to the gas pump, and the customer drops the money on the ground when NamJoon reaches for it. “Ah, butterfingers. What are you doing? Not gonna pick that up?” the man sneers. The player is presented the choice to pick up the money or not. In both paths, NamJoon unconsciously clenches his fists. “You don’t want it?” asks the customer. The paths converge with SeokJin easily picking up the bills and handing them back to the driver. “You dropped this.” Hands shaking, NamJoon is mortified by the situation that caused SeokJin to react, yet his friend continues to stand there between him and the customer. The man demands who he is, but SeokJin advises, “You must be busy… So you should leave.” Out of steam, the customer drives off. NamJoon thanks SeokJin. “It’s nothing. What were you going to tell me earlier?” NamJoon forces his mouth to move. “Ah. I’m meeting up with TaeHyung and HoSeok today after work. Do you want to come with me?”

Back in SeokJin’s perspective, these are the words he’s been waiting for. Nerves dry his mouth, but he tries to speak naturally and inquires about the others. NamJoon doesn’t really keep in touch with them, but offers to call HoSeok, who still talks to YoonGi. SeokJin knows that YoonGi will call JungKook after hearing from HoSeok—this is how he saves JungKook tonight. His phone buzzes with a call from his father. “Oh, I’m sorry… But I need to leave.” NamJoon’s expression reflects disappointment yet understanding. “That’s too bad. Let’s hang out another time.” “Yeah. Tell the guys hello for me.” SeokJin turns back as he arrives at his car. “NamJoon. If we can get everyone together… Let’s all go to the ocean.” NamJoon looks puzzled by the suggestion. “The ocean?” SeokJin smiles in lieu of an explanation.

The third episode begins with JungKook fighting a group of thugs in a covered alley. (The date is unspecified, but this is a continuation of the night of 11 April.) They kick his stomach and spit on the ground as they walk away, a sight that reinvigorates him even though he can barely sit up. He either says something to provoke them or hurls his bag at them. Riled up, they beat him again as he laughs, vision blurring. They’re gone by the time everything comes back into focus. JungKook got what he wanted: he deliberately provoked them, and when he laughed, they called him crazy and hit him harder. He watches a breeze flatten a tuft of grass in the pavement, just like him. JungKook forces himself to laugh again because he’s afraid he may cry. Where does he go now? He feels like a ghost at home: he’s never a priority for his mom, and dealing with his stepfather is a pain. JungKook closes his eyes, hoping that when he opens them, he won’t be here.

The scene that follows appears to be a memory of 7 April, although it is not specified as such and is written in present tense. (This encounter occurs in The Notes 1 as well as episode 4 of JungKook’s story.) While wandering the streets at night, JungKook is drawn by a familiar piano tune to a music shop with broken showroom windows. He sees YoonGi, for the first time in two years, playing within and looking like he will crumble at any moment. JungKook can’t muster up the courage to follow when he leaves and instead sits at the piano. The keys feel cold like no one has touched them. By memory, he stumbles through the song that YoonGi played this night and back in the classroom hideout. YoonGi appears beside him and corrects the notes like he did in their school days.

The story cuts to YoonGi in the present, possibly in the classroom. He ignores his ringing phone partly because of his drunken stupor and partly because he doesn’t want to talk, but he finally relents and answers. HoSeok offers that NamJoon wants to hang out later. “I’m not going,” YoonGi says immediately. “Hey, don’t be like that. SeokJin’s here, too. Do you want to talk to JungKook? I called him earlier, but he didn’t pick up.” HoSeok encourages YoonGi to call instead because JungKook may pick up for him. YoonGi hangs up, thoughts complicated as he remembers a time when he watched JungKook play piano. “Looking back, that kid was my shadow. I couldn’t ignore him, even if he wasn’t speaking to me. And I kept looking out for him… because it seemed like he’d fall apart if he was ignored.” He considers leaving it be, but his fingers are already dialing.

The perspective switches again: on a rooftop overlooking Songju, JungKook grows dizzy and stumbles. Darkness grasps his ankles, and his mind empties. “I don’t want to leave anything behind. This will just be the end.” At that moment, his phone rings. He sees YoonGi’s name, and everything sharpens, as though he’s awoken from a dream. “What took you so long to pick up?” asks YoonGi. When JungKook doesn’t answer, he continues, “Everyone’s meeting up later. Do you want to go?” After a pause, JungKook says, “YoonGi. Please come get me.” (From the thug beating to the rooftop, this is how his 11 April entry plays out in The Notes 1, but it ends before their phone conversation.) Waiting for YoonGi down on the street, JungKook recalls when they all used to hang out in the classroom. “I have a place to go. People to be with. Right now, that’s enough.”

On 2 May, SeokJin sneaks into YoonGi’s workroom, which is filled with oil-soaked papers as though he intended to set it on fire. (It’s dark, so as the later part of the episode occurs in the daytime, it must be past midnight or in the early morning.) There is no foolproof way to save YoonGi since he acts unpredictably between the loops, but SeokJin has determined that YoonGi needs someone who can tie him to the world—someone whom he won’t push away. Once, NamJoon told SeokJin that JungKook still carried the photo they took at the beach. (The photo depicted in the game is the one of the boys on the wall by the sea.) While NamJoon probably relayed this to show that JungKook hasn’t forgotten about SeokJin, it stirs a different memory for him. In high school when they ditched and went to the beach, hunting for a boulder that supposedly made dreams come true, SeokJin noticed JungKook ask YoonGi an important question while their voices were drowned out by construction noise. He has now realized that both JungKook and YoonGi have the same desperation in their eyes. JungKook knows that YoonGi is like him: a person who needs a string to hold him here. Therefore, JungKook is the key to saving YoonGi.

SeokJin places his copy of the photograph next to the mirror in the workroom, hoping it will lead to saving them both. Before he can leave, footsteps grow closer. Flustered, he chooses to either explain himself honestly or hide. In both paths, YoonGi stumbles inside and collapses on the sofa, too drunk to notice that someone else is in the room. In the second path, some extra information is presented when SeokJin notices a little water dish and paper cup with breadcrumbs as he hides beside the piano. “He must’ve looked after it again.” In another loop, SeokJin saw a small, weak bird that got mistakenly trapped in the workroom. YoonGi looked after it, most likely thinking of JungKook. (This particular episode is called Small Bird, so the title may only be meaningful to players who choose this path or are familiar with the bird from The Notes 1.)

SeokJin escapes undetected while YoonGi sleeps. Later in the day, he watches the workroom from his car. The most difficult part starts now: JungKook must follow the hints SeokJin has left to save YoonGi. After staring up at the second floor for a while with an unhappy expression, JungKook seems to make up his mind and enters the building. The story cuts briefly to YoonGi’s perspective. In the workroom, the mirror shatters. (The reason is unspecified, so we are left to wonder if a confrontation unfolded like the one depicted in the Run MV and implied in The Notes 1, or if something else occurred.) Dizzy, YoonGi falters but manages to stand up. (Again, standing up from what? Possibly because JungKook hit him.) “YoonGi…” JungKook is rooted to the spot in surprise. YoonGi runs, leaving him behind. Back in his perspective, SeokJin starts the car as soon as he sees JungKook dash out of the building. He hopes that leaving “a sign” will guide JungKook to the correct motel. (In The Notes 1, it is a bloody tissue that SeokJin drops by the entrance gate because YoonGi fled his workroom with busted lips. The game episode closely follows how this scenario proceeds in Notes 1, so I’m not sure why it is so cryptic around the details implying that a fight occurred between YoonGi and JungKook.) Inside the motel (once again matching the I Need U MV), YoonGi lights the bedsheets on fire. He regrets having JungKook by his side because the people close to him get hurt. The memories of his childhood burn along with the flames: fragments of the day he arrived home and found it collapsing in a fire. YoonGi hears JungKook shouting. “I’m sure… He’ll be sad because of me. But he won’t be unhappy anymore,” he thinks. JungKook shouts for him to get up, and YoonGi finally looks at him. His last view of the room encompasses the red flames, the air wavy with heat, and JungKook’s crumpled face. The episode ends with sirens playing over a black screen.

Episode 5, “Connecting Threads,” picks up on 12 May with SeokJin preparing to set events in motion for saving his next pair of friends. At the hospital, he waits for JiMin to show up and overhears a conversation between a nurse and doctor. If SeokJin stays where he is, they notice him and postpone their discussion, but if he steps out of sight, they continue. The nurse mentions “patient Park JiMin” who has “transferred down from the 9th floor.” She reports that he keeps roaming the hallways at night and wonders if they should stop him “just in case.” “He’ll be headed back up in about three days or so. Just leave him be. If it really bothers you, check with them,” advises the doctor. SeokJin moves to his precalculated spot when they leave, planning to lead JiMin to the stairs so that he’ll run into HoSeok on his way down. In his perspective, JiMin is troubled by his stiff wrist as he waits for the elevator. A familiar voice suddenly calling his name draws him to the stairwell, but the light makes it difficult to see its owner.

The story cuts to HoSeok wrapping up a consultation with the same doctor from earlier. The doctor states that they haven’t noticed any huge issues and that he’ll be discharged soon. “Do you have any discomfort still?” “Nope, I’m fine!” HoSeok answers energetically and even strikes an exaggerated pose, feeling that he needs to. “Please take care to avoid any future collapses,” the doctor adds. This comment makes HoSeok either recall the last time he collapses or the last moment he spent with his mom. In the first memory, he collapses on the bridge as he thinks about his sick Auntie leaving him alone after she has always been at his side. In the second, he stands at the merry-go-round and wonders if his mom will be standing there when he finishes counting. “Sir… Sir? Are you alright?” The doctor’s questioning shakes HoSeok out of the past. He wants to say hello to JiMin before he leaves the hospital, but JiMin’s bed has been empty for a while. Worried, HoSeok heads to the elevator to look for him. A woman dressed in a long skirt and hat passes by with her child. “Mom!” Convinced that she’s his mother, HoSeok chases after her. He shoves past people, breathing ragged and heart pounding. Afraid to lose her, he either yells out again or goes to the stairs. The results are ultimately the same because she doesn’t respond to his shouts and disappears into the stairwell. HoSeok skips steps down the stairs in his haste. “Mom!” His foot suddenly slips, throwing his weight forward. He flails, but there’s nothing to grab onto—and suddenly, his fall is arrested by someone grabbing his arm. “HoSeok?” “JiMin? How are you here…?” JiMin looks equally surprised. HoSeok realizes it’s obvious that the woman isn’t his mom. Though he can’t remember her face anymore, he still can’t let her go. “Are you alright, HoSeok?” JiMin asks. HoSeok figures that JiMin doesn’t inquire about what he was doing or why because he already knows. “I wonder if JiMin is like me… living trapped in the past. If he’s unable to get better and move on, stuck inside the memories that bind him…” “JiMin,” HoSeok says aloud. “Let’s get out of here.”

From JiMin’s perspective now, he notices that everything about HoSeok in this moment is different from normal. “Get out of here?” JiMin echoes. Outside is unfamiliar and scary, and he knows that even if he escapes the hospital, he will still have to return some day. “JiMin, I’ll come back for you.” HoSeok leaves without waiting for an answer. Not wanting to say goodbye, JiMin follows him secretly as he’s discharged from the hospital. He stops at the line where the hallway ends up on the ninth floor, watching the bright sunlight filter in through the open door. JiMin turns away, believing that the place to which he needs to return isn’t outside but the ninth floor. “Because… I’m a patient.” The rest of episode 6 follows the events in his 15 May Year 22 entry of The Notes 1, with only minor dialogue changes. HoSeok pulls JiMin out of his hospital bed the night before he is scheduled to return to the psychiatric ward. SeokJin and NamJoon meet them in the elevator, while JungKook, TaeHyung, and YoonGi are waiting for them in the first floor lobby. A nurse finds them and sees through YoonGi’s flimsy excuse that they’re having a birthday party. Throwing snack bags and plastic bottles, they all run toward the exit. (This sequence is likely the one depicted in the Euphoria MV, although in the video it’s staged during the daytime instead of at night.) JiMin unconsciously slows as he nears the invisible boundary in the hallway, but HoSeok’s urging grants him the courage to cross the line. Passing through the door, he draws in a breath of fresh air and feels on the verge of crying.

The beginning of episode 7 follows SeokJin’s preparations to prevent TaeHyung’s incident on 20 May in the same fashion as The Notes 1. He waits at the park on the hill behind TaeHyung’s apartment building until HoSeok escorts TaeHyung home from his night at the police station. With careful timing, SeokJin calls HoSeok after he sees the two part ways and asks him to invite TaeHyung to their beach trip in two days. HoSeok turns around toward TaeHyung’s apartment.

The next sequence provides more details of the confrontation (and notably unfolds a little differently than what is depicted in the I Need U MV). TaeHyung arrives home to a familiar stale odor of mold and stench of alcohol. “Where the hell have you been all night?!” TaeHyung turns to see his father’s bloodshot eyes and his sister standing behind him, face swollen. Defiance surges through him, but the desperation in Eunhye’s eyes roots him to the spot. “TaeHyung, tell Dad you’re sorry and go to your room.” TaeHyung either apologizes, holding his anger in, or tries to go straight to his room. In both paths, Kim SungHoon yells that a beating should set him straight. He seizes TaeHyung by the collar. Something bursts and rages inside him. “What have I done wrong?! You’re the one who needs to get things straight!” His father stammers in shock, “W-what did you say?!” while his sister calls his name in warning. TaeHyung chooses to shake him off or hold still. In the first path, he shoves his father to the floor. “Why are you doing this? How long? How long do we have to keep doing this?!” In the second path, Kim SungHoon snarls that he has a lot of nerve to look him in the eye and strikes his cheek. “Why do I need a beating?” TaeHyung thinks.

The paths converge with Eunhye begging their father to stop. The voice continues thundering in TaeHyung’s head: “Why does my sister need a beating? How long are you going to do this?” “You two are a double dose of pain in my ass today!” Kim SungHoon swings at Eunhye, who has thrown herself between them, and she sways at the rough blow. The injustice of it all stokes TaeHyung’s rage. “What have we done wrong? Why do we have to live in fear like this?” Heart pounding, he notices that the cold bottle he’s somehow picked up grows warmer from the heat of his hand. He roars and charges forward. A shattering sound plays over a black screen, and someone cries, “No—! TaeHyung, stop!” TaeHyung comes to his senses. HoSeok is hugging his midsection, his sister is crying, and his father is nowhere to be seen. He wonders whose blood is on his hand. HoSeok stands there silently, looking like he has a lot to say but holding back. “I’m sorry, HoSeok. I’m okay… So you can go now,” TaeHyung says, calm voice belying his inner turmoil. “I want to cry, to scream, to kick, break, shatter everything. I want to fall apart, but I can’t do any of the things I want.” The world spins as he closes his eyes. Mind blank, TaeHyung craves NamJoon’s presence and wants to talk to him—to tell him that he almost killed his father.

The eighth and final episode, “The Pier,” closely follows the version of 22 May in The Notes 1, with the addition of SeokJin’s perspective providing greater depth to the events. The boys make it to the same beach they visited in high school. The observation platform strikes TaeHyung as familiar. As the sun sets, he remembers this all occurring in a dream, except that SeokJin climbs the platform instead of him. Atop the platform, SeokJin is fearful and full of emotions. Memories flash by of their suffering and loneliness, his failures and desire to give up as the misfortunes repeated. He is relieved that TaeHyung does not follow him. At nightfall, they head to where they’re staying. (In The Notes 1, this location is simply called their lodging, and in The Notes 2 it is referred to as a lodge by the beach that SeokJin reserved under his name. In the game, the room appears like the one in the Run MV party scenes (0’57”, 3’00”, etc.), down to the same string lights and sconces—more on this in the Additional Commentary section below.) As the others dance and laugh, SeokJin realizes that this is the first time they’ve made it this far. “It’s something I hoped so desperately for… and a day I thought would never come. We were all lonely once. We hid our own scars and lived through it alone. But it’s different now. We’re all by each other’s sides. We’ll never be alone again.” Despite these thoughts, he has a nagging feeling because he hasn’t told them the truth. SeokJin is afraid of their reactions, but this will be the only way “to really see them properly.” He announces, “I have something to say.” Only TaeHyung turns to look at him through the chaos.

TaeHyung balls up his prickling hand, wondering if this is about the dream he asked SeokJin about several days earlier. (The location of this conversation is unspecified in The Notes 1, but the game provides a flashback shot of it at the bus stop.) His frustration grows when SeokJin begins to mention high school instead. TaeHyung interrupts sharply, believing that SeokJin is still cowardly avoiding the truth. “Are you talking about when you spied for the principal in high school and told him everything we were up to? Or were you going to mention how, because of that… YoonGi got expelled?!” The mood in the room chills. “I’m sorry.” SeokJin drops his head, while the others look away or stare in surprise. But TaeHyung doesn’t want to be unhappy without knowing why, even if the truth is worse than the nightmare. “Is that all? Or are you hiding more from us?”

The perspective switches back to SeokJin. He guesses that TaeHyung is asking about the dream but can’t reveal that the tragedies he experienced were real, believing that no one else should have to suffer with that knowledge. NamJoon approaches and tries to calm TaeHyung, but TaeHyung pushes him away. “Stay out of this, NamJoon. Why does it matter to you? You’re not my brother.” (In the album Note from Her and as a flashback in The Notes 1, TaeHyung overheard NamJoon talking on the phone while they walked to their lodging. NamJoon was speaking to his parents about his younger brother being old enough to take care of himself, but TaeHyung apparently took this to heart as something about himself. It hurt and angered him deeply.) “TaeHyung, I’m sorry,” SeokJin attempts to plead with him. “Stop it, Kim TaeHyung!” NamJoon warns. TaeHyung demands again that SeokJin explain everything. The interrogation unleashes all the memories of his friends’ tragedies that he has tried to forget. SeokJin feels like his nightmares are going to become reality, and his mind goes blank as TaeHyung and NamJoon continue to argue. “I repeated so many moments of suffering… for you… Why are you doing this to me?! I only wanted to be able to laugh together.” A little flame grows within SeokJin, an indescribable feeling cresting like a wave. This is what his countless attempts have led to? “What’s so great about being together?” Shaking off NamJoon’s arm, TaeHyung yells, “Who are we to one another? We’re all alone in the end!” “Alone…” The thing SeokJin has desperately been holding onto breaks away, and the shaking in his hands now consumes his entire body.

SeokJin hits TaeHyung. He remembers TaeHyung’s sudden jump off the seaside platform—a time he thought he saved them all. “I even kept that from happening—and he says we’re all alone in the end? The hopes I had for all of us to be happy, and for us to face coming days together… It all feels like it was for nothing. I thought I left my repeating misfortunes behind me, but I now see them again, taunting me from just ahead.” This concludes the Epilogue and the <I’M FINE> series. Notably, the glass does not break, suggesting that this loop continues from this event (as it does in The Notes 1) without yet resetting.

Additional Commentary

The only point I want to touch on here is the depiction of the boys’ lodging on 22 May after their beach trip and its potential implications. In The Notes 1, this location is simply called their lodging, and in The Notes 2 it is referred to as a lodge by the beach that SeokJin reserved under his name. In the game, the room appears like the one in the Run MV party scenes (0’57”, 3’00”, etc.), down to the same string lights and sconces.

As a standalone MV set, this location felt (to me) more metaphorical than concrete. It’s introduced after NamJoon opens the door of a train’s shipping container, a little film editing trick as though it’s a world inside—and it does feel like a space away from the real world where the boys are free to let loose, revel in their youth, and be themselves. While it seemed to serve as a more glamorous substitute for NamJoon’s shipping container where they often gathered, this location also appeared to stand in for the location of JungKook and YoonGi’s confrontation (2’24”-2’55”). An altercation between them is heavily implied in SeokJin’s 2 May entry from The Notes 1, but it occurs in YoonGi’s workroom. Since Run is an MV rather than one of the short films, which always present BU events and locations more literally than their song counterparts, it doesn’t seem too unusual that these sets are condensed to one in this video. YoonGi’s workroom isn’t portrayed until Highlight Reel, so we can kind of excuse one of the earliest MVs for artistic license.

However… the inclusion of this location in the game considerably changes the circumstances! Since it is both canon and animated, the creators had the ability to design the settings as they are truly intended to appear (within the general limitations of the game’s engine and visual style). It must have been a very deliberate choice that led to the reuse of the Run MV’s set for the 22 May beach lodging. (For what it’s worth, I have always interpreted SeokJin’s and TaeHyung’s fight in the Japanese MV for Blood Sweat & Tears to represent the fallout of that night, and that is staged in a different set.)

To further complicate matters, a date has been explicitly attached to one of the scenes in Run because it is matched shot-for-shot in the BU Story trailer Map of the Soul—and it is neither 2 or 22 May.

24 July Year 22 is not reached in <I’M FINE>, but in the Notes, this is the date the boys plan to gather at NamJoon’s container to celebrate JungKook’s discharge from the hospital. So far in The Notes 1 and 2 (and various album-accompanying Notes from MotS: Persona and 7), this event has hardly manifested as the celebration it is intended to be. This particular shot maps a little better to the circumstances in Notes 2, as not all of them even show up in Notes 1. But again, this gathering occurs at the container—so what, and where, is this shot really depicting? How is it linked to the beach lodging they visit in some loops on 22 May?

BU has been in development for years now, so I believe there is intentionality behind this location’s depiction in the game, even if it raises more questions than it answers. Perhaps it is foreshadowing a very different version of 24 July in which they return again to the beach lodging. This is my best guess for now, and it’s exciting to think that there are still hints embedded in the older MVs for aspects of the plot that have yet to be fully revealed in The Notes.

What do you think? Did you notice the location parallels if you played the game, and did they inspire any new theories for you?

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As mentioned above, the following “tl;dr” commentary summarizes the parenthetical notes I provided in the summaries in case you want to review them on their own.

Heart’s Distance — tl;dr commentary

In the opening cutscene, TaeHyung’s photograph of his father holding him as a baby looks similar to the one he holds at 1’48” in the HYYH On Stage: Prologue short film.

During the gathering at NamJoon’s container after everyone freed JiMin from the hospital, SeokJin asks, “How long has it been since we’ve all laughed together?” This is a reference to the recurring phrase “we can laugh when we’re together” present throughout the Notes and occasionally this game.

On 19 May, TaeHyung is arrested for vandalism while painting graffiti on the streets. The bus stop depicted in the shot is the same as the one in Highlight Reel.

In the shot in the game illustrating TaeHyung’s choice on 20 May that he “can’t take back,” he approaches his father from behind and the sound of glass occurs on a cut to black. We know from the I Need U MV and Save Me webtoon that he fatally stabs his father.

When SeokJin asks Uncle JunHo for a favor to visit a construction site for practical training, JunHo expresses that SeokJin’s father seems to be interested, too. “Make sure to use this opportunity to take a thorough look around. It’ll all be helpful to you later,” JunHo advises. It’s helpful to know that Assemblyman Kim ChangJun is involved in some shady business with a construction company—this is revealed in The Notes 2.

After the foreman leaves his father’s hospital room, TaeHyung realizes how tense he has been when he loosens his grip and sees little crescents of his fingernails cut into his palms. His wounded palms are a recurring motif.

On 20 May, SeokJin stands at the bus stop and touches the graffiti for which TaeHyung was arrested the previous night. It’s the “I’m Fine” message depicted at the same location in the Highlight Reel.

The story ends with SeokJin losing consciousness after TaeHyung shoved him away and he slammed into something, marking another failed attempt while preventing the homicide. This is not the first time TaeHyung has caused SeokJin grave or mortal injury during his intervention: in the Save Me webtoon, he accidentally stabbed SeokJin with the broken bottle instead of his father.

Nightmare: Epilogue — tl;dr commentary

SeokJin and NamJoon’s conversation when they reunite at the gas station on the night of 11 April begins with 2 familiar phrases: “Oh. SeokJin?” “It’s been a while.” As mentioned in part 1, this sequence parallels their moment at the end of the Blood Sweat & Tears Japanese version MV.

In episode 3, the scene of JungKook finding YoonGi playing piano at the music shop appears to be a memory of 7 April, although it is not explicitly stated as such. This encounter occurs in The Notes 1 as well as episode 4 of JungKook’s story.

From JungKook’s beating at the hands of thugs to the rooftop, this is how his 11 April entry plays out in The Notes 1, but it ends before his phone conversation with YoonGi.

SeokJin reflects on a time NamJoon told him that JungKook still carried the photo they took at the beach. The photo depicted in the game is the one of the boys on the wall by the sea.

Episode 4 is called “Small Bird,” yet the bird is only referenced in one of the choice’s paths (SeokJin hides behind the piano in YoonGi’s workroom). The title may be more meaningful to players who choose this path or are familiar with the bird from The Notes 1.

The game is even more cryptic than The Notes 1 about JungKook and YoonGi’s apparent altercation on 2 May in his workroom. When the perspective cuts to YoonGi, the mirror has already been shattered. The reason is unspecified, so we are left to wonder if a confrontation unfolded like the one depicted in the Run MV and implied in The Notes 1, or if something else occurred. The “sign” that SeokJin leaves to guide JungKook to the correct motel is also unspecified, but in The Notes 1, it is a bloody tissue because YoonGi fled his workroom with busted lips.

The motel room that YoonGi sets on fire in this loop once again matches the I Need U MV.

JiMin’s escape sequence from the hospital is likely the one depicted in the Euphoria MV, although in the video it’s staged during the daytime instead of at night.

TaeHyung’s confrontation with his father on 20 May unfolds a little differently than what is depicted in the I Need U MV.

Some notes/thoughts on the 22 May post-beach trip lodging are included in the Additional Commentary section above.

TaeHyung has a flashback to several days prior to 22 May when he asked SeokJin about his recurring dreams. The location of this conversation is unspecified in The Notes 1, but it’s depicted at the bus stop in the game.

TaeHyung pushes NamJoon away physically and verbally when he tries to interrupt his interrogation of SeokJin at the lodging. “Stay out of this, NamJoon. Why does it matter to you? You’re not my brother.” In the album Note from Her and as a flashback in The Notes 1, TaeHyung overheard NamJoon talking on the phone while they walked to their lodging. NamJoon was speaking to his parents about his younger brother being old enough to take care of himself, but TaeHyung apparently took this to heart as something about himself. It hurt and angered him deeply.

Notably, the glass does not break at the end of the Epilogue, suggesting that this loop continues from this event (as it does in The Notes 1) without yet resetting.

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This brings us to the end of the BTS Universe Story <I’M FINE> highlights! This series turned out a little different than I originally envisioned, but I hope you found these summaries helpful and worthwhile to read. If you have any questions, important details that you felt I overlooked, or theories of your own that you would like to share, feel free to send me an ask!

For more informational storyline content, please check out the Timeline project, currently in development!

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AN:

I set out with the intention to write 6 chapters over 6 weeks. It turned into 16 chapters over 6 years.

I got Black Flag on my 17th birthday, and now at 23 it remains my favorite story, full stop. I'm ready to move onto other projects, but I know I'll come back to these characters in time. Never at this length or with this attention to detail, probably, but I'm pleased with what I've accomplished here.

At the risk of sounding Oscars speech-y, I want to thank you all for giving this story the support that kept me coming back to it time and time again. I'd also like to thank my college roomie who has been beta-reading and cheer-leading for me these past two years. I never would have finished this story in a vacuum.

I hope you enjoy this last chapter of Come With Me Now!

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So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light

‘cause oh that gave me such a fright

but I will hold as long as you like

just promise me we’ll be all right

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Edward's final act as governor of his own little cove was to finally affix a proper headstone to his late wife's false grave.

He had delayed the task longer than he had originally intended when he had buried the box of her letters just over a year earlier. This was in part because he had grown rather fond of the grave marker Mary had fashioned from an old stool seat. The carvings had held up quite well in that time and it had individuality to it. The time had come, however, to leave Caroline with a memorial that would last in the absence of his care.

The date was October 1723. Edward and Mary had tied up their loose threads in the West Indies. The Assassins had finished shifting their base of operations to Great Inagua. There were no longer any pressing matters keeping them tied to the Americas, and their agreed-upon year had come to an end. The day had come to sail for England.

Edward had truly pushed off this task until the last available moment. Their crew – what men who had chosen to leave with them – were at the docks preparing the Jackdaw for the departure. Mary was in the manor giving each room a last comb-over to ensure they hadn't forgotten any necessary or treasured belongings in their packing. Meanwhile, Kenway was elbow-deep in the dirt with a trowel.

When the hole was reasonably deep enough to hold it firm, Edward shifted the tablet stone away from the tree where it had been propped up and lowered the bottom third into the earth. With a huff, he sat back on his knees to admire his work.

He reached out to brush his fingers across the engraving and muttered, "Two years, I promised you. It turned into eleven, but I'm leaving now. I'm coming back, and I'll come to visit you when I get there. That's a promise I'll keep. I do that these days… I'll find your real resting place, and I'll sit with you whenever I'm in Bristol, just as I have here beneath this tree the past year." He pulled his fingers back from the lines that traced out her name. "I'll see you so soon."

When he had finished repacking the earth around the new headstone, he rose, dusted himself off, and tucked the stool seat under his arm. He made for the house, taking in his lovely garden for the last time as he went. He was satisfied, on Ah Tabai's word, that the false grave would remain in place for as long as the Brotherhood held the cove.

He entered the main hall of the manor and was struck, as he always was, by the grandeur. His eyes fell over every painting and trinket he and his men had won on their travels and brought back there to adorn the walls of their base with. Every trophy, every scuff on the woodwork, every empty bottle told a story of a sailor truly living. He had built something out of this room, something he was proud of. Each of his finest deeds had come together in some way to scaffold what this cove had become.

Beyond the memories he shared with his crew in that house, it had been the cradle where his relationship with Mary had found its legs. She had been at his side when they'd taken the cove, had led him to the manor through the tunnel she'd found in its bowels. It had been in the office where she'd first urged him to the aid of the Assassins, at the docks where she'd invited him to Tulum, and on the patio where they'd finally torn down their defenses and begun to stitch their hearts into one.

He imagined, perhaps, that giving over guardianship of this cove and all its memories to his Assassin brothers would be a small glimpse of what he might one day feel when Jennifer was grown and married and starting a new life with a partner of her own. I cared for her. I watched her grow. I gave her what I had, and she turned it into something greater than myself. She has been my life's great joy, and now I trust you to treasure her the same.

He gave a bittersweet sigh, trailing his fingers over the rough, paint-chipped grain of the back of his usual chair at the head of the long banquet table. He allowed himself five long breaths to imprint the room in his mind's eye. Then, he left through the door opposite the one he had come in.

His heart smiled when his eyes fell on his wife. Mary sat at a small, round table in the sunshine just outside the door. On its surface rested two cups, a bottle of rum, and the journal that held her research and communications on Precursor artifacts. Her hair was tied up in her disguise as James Kidd, but she held herself as Mary. She had an easy set to her shoulders and mouth that told him she was relaxed, present in the moment, unconcerned about who was looking or how she was perceived.

"You didn't nearly forget that was locked in my desk, did you?" he asked, pulling out a chair for himself and gesturing to her notebook.

She offered him a warm smile and poured a drink into the empty cup, sliding it across the table. "I rather had a mind to keep it under lock and key 'til we were ready to sail." She shrugged. "It's too valuable to leave unattended on deck. It's a good job it didn't slip my mind though." She nodded toward the wooden grave marker he'd leaned against the leg of the table. "You bringing that along?" Her tone was amused.

He nodded with a humble grin. "I found it strangely difficult to part with," he answered around the rim of his cup. "Much like this here cove." He gestured generally with his gaze at the grandeur of their surroundings. He imagined their accommodations in London, once they'd settled, would be spectacular. There, however, in Great Inagua, he was a king, and a beloved one at that. He wondered if his heart would ever be graced by that feeling again, to be a leader among men alike in mind and purpose. He hoped he would, in some capacity or another. For all he knew though, he was leaving it behind on the docks.

Mary thumbed the handle of her mug thoughtfully. "I feel like I'm parting with Nassau all over again, though I didn't know that's what I was doing the last time I was there. I didn't know that was a final goodbye, the way I do now."

Edward nodded in mournful agreement. "I think I did. When Vane and I broke through that blockade with his fireship, there was something final about it. Perhaps I might return to the island, I had thought at the time, but our Republic, the community we had built with Thatch and Hornigold and all the rest, that had died the very day Rogers brought the King's Navy to our shores."

She reached across the table to give a reassuring touch to his hand that was picking at the grain of the wood. "At least we know this community here will stand long after we've left it to our stern."

He gripped her hand tightly in return and cast his gaze out over the valley below. From where he sat, he could just barely see the crosstrees of the Jackdaw and the rooftops of the trim shanties and huts of the village. The air buzzed with life and opportunity. The morning was late, and the sun shone high over the liveliness of his dominion. Its warmth was reflected in the pride he carried in his heart; no longer pride for who he was, but rather for what he had helped create.

A short distance down the patio, Assassins and pirates drank together at a large table by the banister. Smiles and friendly jests seemed to waft among them like a gentle breeze. For an endless moment, the scene shifted in Edward's eyes to one he had always dreamed of making a reality, but which had never borne fruit: his fellow devils of the sea, all gathered amicably at his manor, sharing a bottle with not a care in mind.

He saw Stede Bonnet, all draped in merchant's finery and smiles. The portly old chap had carried such a heart for adventure and contempt for domesticity, though perhaps piracy had not been the optimal way for him to explore those sentiments. Such a kind-hearted man had not deserved to meet his maker at the hangman's noose. Edward prayed, wherever his widow and children were, that they were well and remembered Stede fondly.

At Bonnet's side sat Vane. As brash and uncorked as he'd always been, Edward had truly liked Charles and counted him as a friend. The man had had a clever eye for mischief and malfeasance that he expected would not find its parallel in their lifetimes. That was how he wanted to remember Vane, and that was how he envisioned him at that table. His eventual madness and betrayal were long forgiven and forgotten.

The counterbalance to Vane's cockiness that had thrown Edward's life expertly askew was Jack Rackham's wildness. A true beast with a bottle, he'd been, and there was little love lost between them. So many evils of past years had been set in motion by that catalyst of a man. Edward could forgive him for all but that which had cost Anne and Mary so dearly. That grudge was not yet ready to die. Despite it all, Calico Jack had been an influential figure in Nassau and Kenway's youth all the same, and they'd shared more than a few jovial pints in the golden days of their pirate republic. He appeared at the table in Edward's mind's eye with the rest, his cheek propped on his fist and a tipsy, peaceful grin on his face.

His feelings about Hornigold, seated across the table, were perhaps the most complicated he held for any of his old friends. None of the men he'd killed before or since had cursed him with as many sleepless nights. He respected Ben, truly, in spite of how things had ended up. The mentor to his mentor, he'd been a man of true esteem and poise. He'd always been searching for something bigger, something more meaningful than even Nassau could provide. They'd had that in common. Regrettably, however, Hornigold had found it in the Templars. Edward knew his friend believed he'd found the answer to poverty, disease, oppression, all of it, and that Torres had held the key to prosperity for every man. Perhaps there was some kernel, some seed of goodness to the world their Order sought to bring forth, but Kenway was equally convinced that no mortal man could hold such a powerful key and not be corrupted by it. It was that corruption that had led Benjamin to his end on Edward's blade, but as the Assassin reflected on the days the old man had spent carefully training him to command the respect of his crew and fear of his victims, he knew he would only remember Hornigold in fond terms.

At Ben's side, he pictured Anne. Sweet, sweet Anne, with flowers in her hair and a confidence in her manner that the most lush and arrogant man in their ranks could never hope to rival. She'd been a perplexing blend of crass and elegant that had brought joy to all who were blessed to have known her. In truth, her death had rattled him to his core because he had truly thought her invincible against all the particular evils these islands had to bear. She'd been an angel in a hellhole and had not earned her fate. Her loss had been the final, great failing of Edward's greed and hubris. If he was cursed to live in a world where her absence echoed so loudly, he would do his very best to honor her with his life.

Bernard Kenway had been an outstanding father, as they come, but Edward had been a less than exemplary son. For the boy that he had been when he'd reached the West Indies, however, Thatch had been the father he'd needed. He saw him then, sitting at the head of the table where he belonged, just as he had sat at the head of Nassau. Edward still felt his absence in every room of important people. When decisions were being made, plans being laid, he often found himself pausing to give space for the gruff words of wisdom that would never again come. Fuck this world and fuck its gold, Edward thought, remembering his mentor's final words. You were always a hero to your men, Thatch. He and everyone he'd known and loved in the past decade would be forgotten by history as scoundrels and traitors, he knew that, but Jenny and any siblings she might have would be raised on bedtime stories of Blackbeard, the most fearsome and admirable pirate who ever lived. If his descendants knew the name, that would be enough. Edward Thatch deserved a legacy.

Mary squeezed his hand lightly, jarring him out of his reverie. She gave him a sad, knowing smile. "The ghosts haunt you too, do they?"

He nodded, blinking against the stinging in his eyes. The men at the table morphed back into their brothers and crewmen. "In every tavern. At every party."

Her gaze was sorrowful and understanding. "Any place where men are drunk and merry." She raised her glass a little higher before bringing it to her lips, a small, private toast to those lost. "London society could never appreciate the pleasures of frivolity as they did."

He tapped his mug to hers. "Of the things we're leaving behind, I think I'll miss them most of all."

"You don't think they'll follow us to England?" Her tone was sad, but unsurprised.

"They belong here. If we'd died a handful of years back, we'd belong here too. Our memories will go where we do, but their spirits will remain in these jungles." He paused for a moment. "Perhaps one day we'll join them." He was almost hopeful they might.

Mary smirked. "If we live long enough to come back here, I doubt I'll want to live long enough to leave twice." She stood, pulling him to his feet by their linked hands. "But until then, we're needed a long way from here. Come on now. It's time we're off."

Edward picked up Caroline's makeshift headstone and Mary pocketed her not notebook. Leaving the bottle on the table behind, they descended the steps toward the gate that led to town. He stopped them there to turn back toward the manor for a final time. He pictured the ghosts at the table once more, imagining himself almost able to hear Anne's singsong voice and Thatch's wheezing laughter on the wind. It would have been a privilege to sail away with any one of them, but he was taking the one friend he truly had to have at his side. That would have to be enough for this lifetime.

He turned and kissed his wife, long and gentle. "The only place I'm needed is wherever you happen to be."

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So lead me back

Turn south from that place

And close my eyes from my recent disgrace

‘Cause you know my call

We’ll share my all

Now children come

And they will hear me roar

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A small crowd had gathered on the docks for their departure. Their crewmen were saying goodbye to their loved ones, having a last cup of rum with their friends, pleading with their favorite dancers to stay in their arms just a moment longer and cry a little when they left port. A number of them, Edward knew, had intent to return after a year or two, but none seemed to be able to resist the sentimentality and celebrity of such a departure.

He and Mary made a point to stop and shake the hand of each captain in their fleet as they pushed toward the Jackdaw. At the gangplank of their vessel, Ikal and Glenna were helping load the last crates of supplies. Glenna gave them polite smiles but moved out of their way without a word. It was as warm of farewell as Kenway had hoped to receive. Ikal, in contrast, passed off the crate in his arms to another sailor in order to address them. Edward placed the stool seat on top of it as the man passed him to board the ship, intending to collect it later once he had his crew settled on the open sea.

"I wouldn't worry about her, were I you," he said with a touch of affection and a smirk about his partner. "She bears you no ill will anymore, though I doubt your absence will be greatly noted."

"I would expect nothing more," Mary laughed. She pulled him into an amicable embrace. "I'm glad to part as friends, truly."

"I am, as well," he agreed, releasing her.

Edward offered his hand, which Ikal took without hesitation. "I can never repay you for the service you did our family in helping to find Jennifer."

Ikal smiled pleasantly. "No, I don't suppose you can." With a last nod to Mary, he followed Glenna down the docks.

Edward and Mary exchanged an amused glance and boarded their ship. He greatly doubted they'd ever hear from that pair again.

The deck was all a bustle of activity as final preparations were made for departure. Massey darted in front of them, doing his best to chase the black and white cat that hunted their rats down below deck where it would not get under foot. Jenny toddled over to them, awkwardly carrying the fluffy gray tabby that loved Mary so well. The animal was nearly as long as the girl was tall, and it hung limply with its forelegs stuck straight out ahead. Its expression was unsettled but it didn't make any effort to wriggle free of her grasp. Edward had never met such a tolerant animal, though he'd still rather have a dog. Cats might be better mousers on ships, but wouldn't do much in the way of protecting an estate, he expected.

"What a wonderful helper you are! Thank you for catching that kitty!" he praised his daughter. Mary scooped the cat up and Edward bundled Jenny into his arms.

"Uncle Muh-see not help!" she pointed out, clearly amused by her babysitter's lack of success. She was all smiles that morning.

"No, he's no help at all, is he?" he encouraged, nuzzling his nose against hers, making her scrunch up her face and giggle.

A frazzled Massey worked his way back toward them after securing the first cat below deck. Mary passed the other off to him and it leaned into his embrace eagerly. "I don't suppose you'd stay on as our governess when once we've established ourselves in England?" Mary chided warmly.

The lad gave a playful huff. "As it happens, I've secured employment already." The news clearly excited him. "Bell's sister was recently married to an horologist's son in the city, and the family was gracious enough to offer us positions at the shop. We'll mostly be running errands, delivering clocks and the like, but I'm hopeful the old man will teach us the trade one day." He cast their daughter an affectionate grin. "We'll cross paths at the London bureau though, I'm sure, and I imagine I'll call on you often. Any chance to see the little Lady Jenny." The girl clapped at the sound of her name. She reached out her arms for him and Edward passed her over.

"Well, we're glad you're coming with us all the same," Edward patted Massey on the back as he and Jenny made their way to the upper deck. The young sailor nodded to Adéwalé and Ah Tabai as they passed on the stairs.

"It's hard to believe you won't be here tomorrow," Adé greeted his old captain with a firm hug.

"I'm in as much disbelief about it as you are, mate," Edward breathed.

"Have you decided on a heading?" his friend asked.

"Bristol!" he declared. "I've got some business I need to settle there before I can truly begin my life anew. Once we've finished, we'll find somewhere to settle for good."

"If the wind ever carries you to England, you'll have a warm bed and a seat at our table," Mary assured him as they hugged as well. "You need only ask. Both of you."

"I do not think our kind would be welcomed in such a corner of the world," Ah Tabai sighed. "but there will always be a home for you and your family in these waters if you find yourselves dissatisfied with the stillness of high society."

She smiled warmly. "I doubt either of us will ever be truly still. We'll keep that close in mind, though." She turned to Adé again and procured the small notebook from her coat. She pressed it into his hands. "These are all the notes I have from my communications with our brothers in the colonies. I've written ahead for you, so they'll know of my departure by now. They're chasing some fascinating leads on Precursor sites at the moment. I expect you'll enjoy the work."

He took the notes with a grateful nod. "Perhaps we're due for a meeting, too. I would like to see more of the Americas before my days are done." He clasped Mary and Edward by the shoulders, like he had when marrying them. "My dear friends, you'll write when you've safely landed. Understood?"

They smiled and nodded, hugging him together once more.

Edward turned to Ah Tabai and they clasped forearms in farewell. "Mentor," he started. "I must thank you. You gave me a final chance to prove myself, and I hope I've done justice to the faith you placed in me."

Ah Tabai laughed and held up his hands. "I cannot accept your thanks. In truth, I had given up on you, Edward Kenway. It was Mary who forced my hand, and I cannot say I am sad to see that her instinct continues to prove fruitful." He bowed his head. "Safe travels. May you honor the Creed, and may it bring you honor." He left them then, and Adéwalé followed him off the ship.

Mary and Edward waved them off. "I must say, I'll dearly miss his gravitas," he laughed. She rolled her eyes with a small smile.

Around them, the bustle was beginning to quiet. Preparations were largely finished and those who were not leaving with them began to disembark. The two of them moved toward the starboard side so as not to stand in the way. Men said their fond goodbyes as they passed. Edward knew each by name and did his best to etch their faces into his memory. He glanced over at Mary and could see by the set of her face that the weight of their departure was setting in for her.

Her hand went to her belt, settling on the ruby hilt of the dagger he'd gifted her so long ago, Venganza. Revenge. She pulled it free, balancing the weight between her palms, and looked at him. After a quiet moment, she said, "I don't need this anymore…" The words lingered on her tongue, like she was coming to grips with them in that very moment.

He laid his hand over hers. The steel between their fingers chilled his skin. "Then don't bring it with you."

She nodded and pulled back. Her fingers wrapped naturally around the well-worn leather grip and she paused, indulging in the sensation of its weight in her hand for a moment. Then she turned on her heel and pitched the dagger over the side of the ship, far out into cove. It sliced quietly through the gentle waves and sank, taking pains of the past along with it.

He set a hand on her shoulder and she sighed, seeming to release a weight off her heart. She looked back at him and there was new light in her eyes. "I'm ready now."

He smiled and led the way to the helm.

Jenny had settled to the right of the wheel with a toy. Looking at her then, Edward could scarcely believe he'd ever worried he might not love her. She had so much Mary in her, and a spirit uniquely her own. Every small thing she did or said was a marvel to him.

He was, for a moment, plagued by self-doubt, as he was more occasionally than he would have liked. The Atlantic crossing was not an easy journey. The life that waited for them on the other side was hardly safe, either. His mind went back to his argument with Mary on the evening of their marriage. A choice, he reminded himself, that was their agreement. In spite of his concerns, he could never quite bring himself to feel guilty for taking her away from the safety of the family that had once adopted her. He knew that, had she stayed with them and grown up as Maria Reyes, she would have known nothing but the easy and proper life he wished for her. A small part of him did mourn that loss for her. At his core, though, he must admit that he was still too selfish to truly regret taking it away from her. She belonged with her mother, and with him. In that sense, paired against that alternative, a choice was a blessing. A choice was enough. He couldn't wait to see what she would someday do with it.

"Captain!" Bell called, interrupting Edward's thoughts. The young sailor came to join them, Massey on his tail. "The men are ready to depart. Would you like to take the helm today, or shall I?"

Edward waved him off. "If this is the last time we'll steer the Jack out of this port, I would prefer to do it myself."

"You two go help at the mainmast," Mary suggested. 'We'll handle things up here.

"As you command, Master Kidd," Bell nodded. The set of his mouth was eager, excited. "We'll wait for your call." The two lads descended to their posts.

Edward huffed and tentatively curled his fingers around the underside of one handle on the wheel. He glanced down to his right palm and the long, white scar that ran across the skin there. It was the one Mary had given him when he had attacked her in his desperate panic at the Assassin graveyard, thinking her a ghost. The memory seemed so far away, though the mark was among the more recent that adorned his body. He pulled his gaze away from the thin, pale line and onto his wife at his side as she lifted their daughter to her hip. Jenny grabbed at the beads in Mary's hair – twins to those he still wore on his necklace – making her smile and shake her head to toss them around for the toddler's amusement. She noticed his stare as she did so and paused, giving him a puzzled look. He smiled back at her and touched his hand to her shoulder in their familiar gesture of trust and reassurance.

"I'm ready now too."

With a grin, she clasped his shoulder in return and glanced out over the deck. "Ready, lads!" she called out. "Loose all! Let's catch the wind!"

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And the ghosts that we knew will

Flicker from view

And we’ll live a long life

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Song: Ghosts That We Knew - Mumford & Sons

[madamewriterofwrongs]

Rules: Answer ten questions, come up with ten questions of your own, and tag ten people.

I was tagged by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels​ and I need some creative stimulus so here we go.

1. If you were an ice cream flavor, what flavor would you be and why?

Tiger! Orange and Licorice. An acquired taste with some common and yet sharp flavours. 

2. What is your favorite mashup of genres? Like space cowboys, or a musical sitcom set in fantasy Medieval times (yes, I’m referencing two TV shows, bonus points for guessing what they are).

I mean Galavant will forever be a masterpiece. It was clever, creative, entertaining. The consistent output of bops. Alan Menkin is one of my favourites because of his simple yet memorable tunes. Plus the actors were spot on. Amazing!

3. You get to solve a mystery as the partner of a fictional detective of your choosing. Who is it and why?

My gut says Nancy Drew. She’s not overly dramatic. She solves every crime. One of us would have to change our ages otherwise I’m that weird adult who’s hanging out with the cool teenagers. (I refuse to acknowledge the new series). 

My runners-up would be Jessica Fletcher or Phyrne Fisher. They would both take me under their wing as the poor naive lamb and I would hold their bags while they solved crimes and not panic when I got kidnapped because I’m the detective’s sidekick. 

4. There are a bunch of wacky chocolate combinations out there. Chocolate bacon, etc. What outrageous chocolate-and-other-item combination is inexplicably delicious to you?

Chocolate and dried cranberries. Not that crazy. HOWEVER. Goldfish and Nutella is delicious. Sweet and salty, baby!

5. You are thrust back in time and are now in the Golden Age of Piracy! Choose which pirate captain’s crew to join. Who do you pick and why?

Gotta go with Black Sam Bellamy. Robin Hood of Pirates. Beloved by his crew. I could happily sail the seas in disguise for a few years. Take his gold when he dies. Got bills to pay.

Which god or goddess of ancient times is your patron? And why?

Not my patron but I do adore the goddess Nike and her gorgeous wings. 

Actually, the house I follow is Vesta, the roman goddess of the hearth and home. A devout virgin, her priestesses were famous in their time. She is the representation of domesticity and tranquility. There’s also deep-rooted tradition and routine involved. She also loved fire so...

Congratulations, you are now a siren! You can lure people to their deaths by singing. What is your song of choice?

Come to me. I’m a great listener. I know you have something on your mind. Tell me all about it.

A movie of your choice gets remade to your specifications or gets a sequel. Tell us all about it!

The Court Jester. An updated production with the same style of comedy. To see a brilliant group of contemporary actors execute golden age timing and physicality would introduce a whole generation to that style. The verbal sparring with hardly a moment to breathe. The completely ridiculous slapstick but it feels so smooth and natural. Danny Kaye swinging in to Angela Lansbury’s room with a rose in his mouth. The vessel with the pessel! The snaps! I don’t even know who could do it off the top of my head but I would love for more people to appreciate this movie.

Apparently turning movies into musicals is a goddam thing now. So are ‘jukebox musicals’ where you take the works of a singer and use them to make a musical. To add to this plague upon earth, you get to pick a movie to turn into a musical or make a jukebox musical using one singer’s songs. What movie/singer are you picking?

Hear me out: Burlesque the Musical. It’s already got a bunch of songs but make it a full two-act musical. Has the feel of fosse but with a contemporary setting. Strong, mostly female cast. 

I may or may not have gotten drunk with my friends once and designed this whole show.

Two-story scaffold set (the dressing rooms are up top and the “stage” is on the bottom). And everything is climbable. Otherwise, you need a bar, a bed, and a couch for set. The rest is chairs and handheld props. The costumes are fairly simple to construct though there are quite a few costume changes. Add a few more burlesque numbers. Add a few dramatic ballads. One or two more dance montages and you’re golden.

I REALLY WANT THIS TO HAPPEN!

You’re getting your portrait painted because you are Tres Fancy. Which famous artist are you choosing to paint your portrait? You can pick anyone throughout history.

Jan Van Eyck. Loved the details but not so much that I couldn’t be painted in a favourable light to show my neighbours and please the church. Plus I love the muted colours and I could sit on my knees the whole time - would hate to stand for that long).

AND NOW MY QUESTIONS!

You are being held by mad scientists because of your one unique knowledge-base. What do they need your help on?

You are a deity and a devout follower uses three objects to summon you. What are those three objects?

What flavour (I am Canadian, this is the correct spelling) of M&M are you?

What one historical figure would you live with for a year?

What book kept you up at night as a child (in whatever context that means to you)?

Your life is suddenly a musical. What band/singer is your jukebox style?

What is the most realistic dream you’ve ever had?

You save a faerie and they grant you one wish. What is it?

You find and open Pandora’s Jar but at the bottom is not Hope. It is...

How would you fake your death?

And I am tagging… @captainofthefallen​ @regardingourlifechoices @aglimpsofthestars @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @acting-nerdy @ellkat23 @wingedkiare @cynditefft @caffeinewitchcraft @gelbmantrees. If you want, of course!

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[swyllh]

we could be heroes

title: we could be heroes

pairing: soonyoung / reader

genre: superhero

synopsis: in a world where superheroes exist, you’re just a measly insurance agent, and kwon soonyoung is an unlucky guy who winds up at your office every few days. 

Kwon Soonyoung is absolutely nothing like what you’d have expected; a foot holding the door just barely agape, hands tangled in the bizarre ritual of a makeshift meal, thick blonde hair wrestled into submission beneath a pink headband. Your fist, resolute and professional, falls back to your side. He grins.

“Hmm?” Kwon Soonyoung swallows thickly, before exhaling sharply. “Hot- hot!”

As he begins fanning himself with his chopsticks, you clear your throat. “Is Mr. Kwon Soonyoung in?”

“Oh,” he says, taking in your tweed suit and collared shirt. “Um, that’s me.”

You peer over his shoulder, scanning through the mutiny of colours and one too many acid-washed denim. Kwon Soonyoung hurriedly tiptoes, blocking as much of his apartment as he can.

“So, um, who are you?” he says.

Straightening up, you fix him with a level stare. “Sunny Insurance, Junior Manager. Pleasure.”

Kwon Soonyoung stares, jaw dropping. “Oh.”

He hastily backs away from the door, eyes darting between every possible flat surface. As the door slams shut, you can’t help but wonder exactly how someone - in a sulking hoodie and worn out bike shorts - could rack up so much insurance coverage for the past two months. He looks like he hasn’t even left his apartment in days; a broken femur, a fractured arm, two operations on either leg...

Kwon Soonyoung swings the door open, and extends a hand out to you. “Hello.”

It’s a firm grasp.

Coffee Dally worms its way into your intricately balanced diet of sleepless nights and tampered dreams. Somewhere between the first sip and the fifth satchel of sugar, a quaked murmur reaches you. It’s another attack somewhere, on fifth street? You squint at the sprinting lines, caught between fickle numbers and hedging arrows. Sixth street. That’s just within the perimeters of your agency’s ward.

Great. The screen fizzles out of focus and sharply into one of a burning building. Something bright red and tardy zips around the complex. It’s a superhero, and he’s ripping parts of the building out. The fires get worse. A ball of flame launches into yet another building - a bank! - and the scaffoldings go up in smoke.

You down your coffee in a gulp, seethe through your nose. Joshua glances over from the counter, barely hiding his smile. He walks over with a refill.

“It’s gonna be a long day at work, huh?”

You nod, moulding your neck in preparation for all the craning you’re about to do.

“-so I was saying, that man just swooped in, and-” your latest client is miming the sounds of an impaired aircraft, fingers bunched together as they spin around a bottle. “-and he just grabs this wall-”

“From what I hear, you’re claiming for damages dealt by the,” you pause, sifting through your files. “Hurricane Hero?”

Mr. Lee nods indignantly, lifting his bandaged foot. “They’re getting out of hand now - ripping buildings out, as though those villains aren’t doing enough damage! I should really-”

“Yes,” you say blandly, circling his insurance policy with a bright red pen. “See, it’s unfortunate, but you’ve only insured against the Bloody Banker, the Vice Vista and… Hummingbird Henry.”

“But this- this is! This is a hero who did this shit! You don’t have heroes to insure against! Do you see how, exactly how unjust this is?” Mr. Lee shrieks, wheeling back to demonstrate the extent of his injuries. “I’m a ballet teacher, I need my legs!”

You sigh. “I’m afraid I can’t help you - while a claim under the accidental fires would have been completely covered under your insurance policy, you were nowhere near the actual fire. Your injury was caused by the um, Hurricane Hero tearing the wall off-”

“That’s got to be an accident! Or some,” he attempts to read the letters upside down. “‘Acts of God’-”

“We don’t cover for ‘Acts of God’, I’m afraid,” you say firmly. Outside, there are multiple pairs of narrowed eyes glaring through the blinds. “You’ll have to write to the Association of Superheroes, or The Daily Tab. Jasmine outside will put you in touch.”

To assuage his beet-red flush, you scribble frivolously on a name card and pass it to him with a wink. Mr. Lee snatches it out of your hands, and wheels himself out with as much dignity as he can muster. You pretend not to hear his wince when he underestimates the distance to the door.

The next client shuffles in, arms bandaged thickly like the ends of Q-tips. He grins sheepishly at you, and your first thought goes to the singed strap of his messenger bag. Kwon Soonyoung plops down in front of you, arms gingerly resting on either sides of the chair.

“Mr. Kwon,” you greet. “How can I be of assistance?”

“You know the fire on sixth street,” he begins, grimacing. “Yeah, got caught up in it.”

He raises his arms - stubs, really - and lets them fall back down delicately. His body begins to bob up and down, as does the desk as it rattles incessantly. A halo of something green or fluorescent glimmers around his mop of hair.

“Do you have any medical documents?” you ask, rolling back in your chair to reach for his folder. Kwon. K, right behind J. There.

He nods vigorously. “Yeah, they’re all in my bag, but I’m kind of. Bandaged right now. Do you mind?”

You’re scanning his file half-heartedly - the entire team’s gone through this disaster-prone dossier so many times you can recite which villains he’s insured against - when the rattling ceases. Kwon Soonyoung wriggles his brows, and jabs his stubby arms in the general direction of the messenger bag.

“So, who’re you betting on?” Jun says, leaning over the bar.

You cup your ears and lean in. “What?”

Jun repeats his question over the grain and strain of Thursday’s Telecast. You look down at the card in your hands, eyes flitting between the names of superheroes and villains alike. There’s the family-friendly Couch Tater, or the prime time favourite, Vint Age. Even Hurricane Hero’s registered for the match. You flip the card over to see another table of names, all of them foreign.

“They’re getting guests to pick up the ratings,” Jun explains, wiping a glass. “Think they’re from Camdella this time.”

“How long?” you ask, turning back to the domestic list.

“Not long enough to register on your radar, Junior Manager,” Jun teases. “But if you want my opinion, I’d say you might wanna bet on Mortar.”

“Mortar,” you echo. “That’s the guy who snuffed out the landlines, right?”

“He’s wrestling against Hurricane in the first round,” Jun says. “How can I help you, sir?”

“Didn’t Mortar get the Telcomm shares?”

Jun hands the man a pint and a betting card, before turning back to you. “Can’t get enough spare cash - heard he got his insurance terminated for fraud.”

You shake your head. “But Hurricane’s a wild card. There’s no guarantee he’ll make it through.”

“What, Mortar?” Jun shrugs. “No station would let a vet down before a fire hazard. Not even RHK - just looks bad.”

“The Association?”

“Yeah, probably,” he says, and then pauses. “Well, maybe they’re reverse-psyching us. But my money’s on Mortar - he’s unpredictable but safe enough for RHK.”

You nod, and pencil in your bet. Jun collects the card, tongue sticking out as he checks your ballot. You shrug your shoulders back, and take the first sip of your mocktail.

He winces. “Hurricane, really?”

“It’s a free county, barkeep,” you say.

Jun laughs. “Well, that’s more cash for me.”

You let him go on with his duties, watching as he flirts very successfully for a tip. The rim of your glass ponders, a glimmer of a face sprinting as you shift from side to side. Thursday’s Telecast always draws a huge crowd, and with the upgrade in equipment, there’s no doubt that people are getting riled up. Violet haunts the walls as the jukebox begins thrumming out a solemn beat. Someone kicks it, and hops away howling.

“No more bets!” Jun exclaims. A scrawny teenager hurriedly shoves his into Jun’s hands.

On cue, the screen lights up with the opening theme. Someone whistles along, and is promptly shushed. You watch the line up of eager, bravado-dipped heroes and determined villains enter the ring. They pose and growl and preen over their muscles, but all the same, everyone’s got their masks on. For a moment you wonder if it’s possible that they’re just stuntmen under the suits.

“I can’t believe they got the villains onboard,” you say, mirthful after your second glass. “As though they weren’t trying to kill each other on even weeks.”

Jun yawns. “Well, it’s a fine line. They’re still trying to set up an association for the bad guys.”

“Would be helpful,” you rest your chin in your palm. “There’re always new ones popping up, how are we supposed to update the lists?”

Jun pats you on the back. “Tough job, insurance.”

“Is it me, or does Hurricane look a bit winded?”

“No take backs, you know.” Jun squints. “But yeah, a bit. Probably from the fire.”

You grimace. “He shouldn’t be there.”

On screen, Hurricane Hero stumbles over the mat but stands his ground. Mortar turns on him, and the two begin pacing dramatically in circles. The chanting of the crowd heightens, grows with bated breaths. The camera cuts to a brief shot of Mortar’s stubbly chin, where his thin lips stretch into a smirk. The shot pans out to a wider one, and Mortar lunges.

This time, it’s your office building that’s under attack. It’s the rumbling of the panels, and then the trip in the circuit - your computer shuts down, mid-word. Kimmy throws the door open.

“It’s Vibrata,” she shouts, and moves on to the next room. “Code Pink! Leave the papers behind!”

You’re about to reach for the second drawer when the ceiling fan begins to swing ominously. The tremors are rippling up the walls, raging against your dollar-store filing cabinet. The blinds behind you fall off their racks. Kimmy’s screams dull, drowned out by the colossal proportions of a shuddering crash.

A ball of red-hot shrill pierces through the air, tumbles into the frame of your door. Hurricane Hero yells, pushing himself up onto his feet. Another wave of tremors hits the building. Hurricane folds in, grip tight on the walls. He glances around, disoriented and stubborn, and meets your eyes - just as you’re finding purchase on your desk.

“Ah-” Hurricane says, and then, realisation dawning, “oh, fuck.”

You clamp a fist around your flash drive. “You won Mortar.”

Hurricane grins, flashing a peace sign. “Yeah! You saw?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Think you can deal with Vibrata?”

Hurricane pretends to think, tucking his chin into a fist. “Well, she is a Class B villain.”

You make your way to the door, and promise, “I’ll bet next month’s rent if you get her within the next half-hour.”

Hurricane lights up, and offers you a pinky. You take it. Renewed, he charges back out the gaping hole in your wall, shards showering off his tacky spandex suit.

Sunny Insurance takes a day off. You flop back into an armchair, feeling the strain in your back dislodge themselves. Joshua tops off your order with extra whipped cream. Even places a cherry on top.

“Seems like there’s a lot of damage these few weeks,” Joshua says.

You grimace. “Tell me about it - sometimes I wonder if there’s a difference between the heroes and villains.”

“Guess so,” he says. “But at least you’re insured.”

“So’s the rest of the town,” you say, wincing. “Yikes, Monday’s not gonna be good.”

“No, but that’s for you to figure out. Chill, you’ve got the weekend,” Joshua pats you on the shoulder, shoots you a reassuring smile. “And if you need more whipped cream, that’s on the house.”

As you sip slowly on your sugar-filled monstrosity, the murmurs of a report catches your ear. More accurately, the words “Hurricane” and “Vibrata” do. Turning around, you find yourself looking at the blurry loop of an unsatisfying footage. Something red and small rushes up against a bigger purple entity. The red one, Hurricane - you presume, crashes back into another building. The scene cuts back to the anchor’s studio, and a jumble of words drift below her professional facade.

Guess you’re not losing next month’s rent.

Some files are unrecoverable after the incident; you’ve tried your best, but your trusty old flash drive only had annual reports. But when Kwon Soonyoung pokes his head through the door and grins at you, you can’t help remembering the exact list of things he’s insured himself against. With the tiniest speck of doubt, you realise you’ve gone exactly two weeks without seeing him. Strange.

“I don’t remember you being here when Vibrata was shacking up the area,” you say.

You peek at him, wondering exactly which part of him’s injured. Not the arms, not the legs, clearly. There’s a clear lack of a cast or any offending bandage. But he does look thinner - cheeks hollowing out. You wonder if it’s the slight limp on the left foot, but it could just be because these are a new pair of kicks.

Kwon Soonyoung shrugs. “I got hit by a bus on second street.”

“Really,” you say. “Which one?”

Kwon Soonyoung blanches. “You’ve never been this specific.”

You level him with a look. “We’re weeding out insurance fraud.”

He pauses, documents in mid-air. Before you can say anything, Kwon Soonyoung’s leapt out of his chair. He speedwalks to the door, manila envelope crinkled around his fist.

“Um, so I forgot something,” is what he offers before running out of the office.

Jasmine walks over, heels clattering against the floor. She leans in, wide-eyed, and lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

“That was Kwon Soonyoung, wasn’t that?”

You nod, numb.

“It’s only been five minutes?”

Again, you nod. “We… do you think… god, he’s committing insurance fraud, isn’t he?”

The insurance fraud is not exactly surprising. In fact, you’re mildly impressed that he’s managed to pull it off for so long. In the evening, you make your way over to his apartment, a bookbag and a cold drink in hand.

As you begin the treacherous climb up, a cloaked figure rushes past you. Without much thought, you reach out and grab them by the scruff of their coat. A startled yelp, and then you’re tackled against the wall.

“Hey!”

“Oh,” they say, body peeling away immediately.

“What-” You round up on them, then stop short.

Even in the dark, you can make out the squirmy reds of this suit, and the tell-tale burns along his collars. There’s a badly stitched mark running across his right shoulder down to his left hip. Hurricane Hero doesn’t look his best.

He hurriedly covers his suit, hands in pockets and pulling his coat back in place. You raise a brow. He clears his throat.

“So, guess you get to keep your rent.”

You nod. “You didn’t get Vibrata.”

“Take it easy on me,” he winces in exaggeration. “Bruised ego and all.”

You pause. “Should you really be going for tonight’s match?”

He pulls a hand from the toasty confines of his pockets and reaches for the crown of his head. Then, noticing the mask, drops it down to his neck.

“Worried?”

You shrug. “I have to.”

Through the slits in his mask you can see his eyes widening. And then, swiftly, unexpectedly, he tugs the mask off. Kwon Soonyoung stares back at you with steely resolve.

“Mr. Kwon?”

He makes a noise of assent, then backs away. “Wait, you didn’t know?”

You hold out a hand, then grab onto his arm for security. “Why would - you’re Hurricane Hero?”

He pauses. “Oh my god, please don’t sue me.”

You try to say something, but your throat falters miserably in light of the development. Kwon Soonyoung grimaces, tugs his mask on, and slips away down the stairwell. You hurry after him, clinging to the railings. The thuddings on the stairs hasten.

“I’m not gonna sue you!” you holler.

He stops, “Really?”

“Well,” you trip down the last couple of stairs. “Not me.”

He snorts, and helps you up. The warmth of his palm lingers on your elbow, and before you know it, he’s bolting for the bus.

“This is from an actual traffic accident,” he swears, pulling his sweater up to expose a bruised rib. “I’m not claiming for the fracture, but the bruise!”

You narrow your eyes. “Really? Not that match with Staunch Little?”

Kwon Soonyoung flops back painfully onto his seat. “No! I have the bus number and everything here.”

You flip the page to see a blurry selfie - Soonyoung’s cheesy grin in the top right corner, and the barely legible letters of a license plate. Seconds before disaster. Glancing up, you see him make a peace sign.

“Did you take this right before getting hit?”

He shrugs. “Uhh, can’t say for sure.”

You roll your eyes. “You can’t go around crashing into buses just to claim for pre-existing injuries.”

“Fine,” he pouts, then scoops his pile of documents up. “Tell me at least you’re coming for the match tonight?”

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Coyote Movers have the history, experience and assets to make your local move a triumph. Serving local clients, Coyote Movers comprehends the stuff to move clients, however add quality to the procedure. We perceive that moving is an individual encounter, We move you starting with one point in life then onto the next. At Coyote Movers, we are your scaffold to the future, an expansion of your objectives, and the asset to move you to the acknowledgment you had always wanted, each move in turn.

The Local Moving in Plano TX administrations that we give are reasonable, helpful and advantageous. Other local trucking organizations will offer moving help, however our moving techniques are based on long periods of demonstrated achievement and clients who are satisfied. Associated offers Local Moving in Plano TX types of assistance that permit you to stay in charge of your turn while simultaneously advantage from our master moving resources. We built up the plan for moving van lines, and other trucking organizations have followed our moving model. Moving requires uncommon getting ready for both your time and your spending plan, and we are committed to offering approaches to make your move fit with your timetable just as your budgetary obligations. Regardless of whether you are making a move to another state or across town.Your moving experience is altered to meet your particular moving needs. From the day you hire us to the date of your move, each step we take during the moving procedure will help you out with getting everything done with our involvement. From giving supplies, to getting together your home, we will assist with exploring you through the whole moving procedure with a nitty gritty agenda and moving arrangement.

 For Local moves within populated city areas, Our professional movers will make sure that all of the things that belong to you are properly packed for the Local move. Your entire furniture will be wrapped with our specially designed moving pads to save them from any sort of harm. We will move your all of your belongings in a well coordinated manner and work within the schedule you have provided us. We offer competitive expense prices and will give you a trust worthy estimate that you can rely on. We will also work with you to create such a moving plan to best meet your requirements.

We offer the highest quality services of Local Moving in Plano TX in Plano and are a global leader in the moving industry with years of experience. Each year we manage a large number of domestic, international, and Local household goods moves. Whether you are moving Locally or around the world, we normally believe that no one will take better care of you or your belongings than Coyote Movers.