#alsoooo i actually came out to my other friend cause of this he's good so thought he wouldnt make a great deal about it and he didn't!!

[chappellrroan]

i've had a guy say to my face that he does not support lgtbqia+ because his idol is cristiano ronaldo. i can't make this shit up dawg the fuck.

[harryhandstan]

HIIII happy (late) 4th of july!!

you are literally the sweet person to ever exist i can’t believe its been like 2 years since we last spoke. its crazy how time flies

oh noooo im sorry that happened to you :(( im glad ur doing better and taking good care of yourself 💓💓 wishing u a speedy recovery!

alsoooo good luck with house hunting! that must be so exciting!!looking for a new place to call home and making new memories in it! i just know youll find the most beautiful homey and perfect place!! im manifesting for u

im doing well!! not much happened except for school stuff but i just went to my first ever pit concert a few months ago! i saw the driver era (only because i thought ross lynch was hot lol) i didnt know what to expect for pit but i didn’t expect to stand for 8 hours straight 😭😭 AHHHH ALSO im seeing taylor swift in a few weeks and i literally cannot wait!!!!

im always thinking about u! talk to u soon!! good luck 🍀 love youuuuuuu!!! 💗💓💓💞💕

-🧸

happy late 4th of july to you too bestie!! I hope you had a great day!!

I'm sorry for the delay in answering this btw it's been storming here so my wi-fi has been in and out all day!

omg stop you're so kind to me I genuinely love talking to everyone and I consider you and many others here my friends so y'all make it easy to just repay the love I've been given!!

it's actually only been a year bub! I only know because I looked it up to refresh my memory about what we talked about before cause like I said a lot had happened and I couldn't remember if we'd talked since my accident. it was last year after my birthday and after harry's house came out. but really it's alright I don't want you to feel bad!

thank you so much for the well wishes ❤ I realized after that I left some detail out of what happened to me and didn't explain it very well, but if I ramble on too much just feel free to skip over it! basically not only was I kicked but I went flying about 8 feet across my yard too, which caused me to have a compression fracture on T11 of my spine. I also had a contusion on my right hip (which is just a really, really deep and bad bruise), which is where the point of impact was. I will (hopefully) continue to improve, but having arthritis still causes me to have a ton of pain if I do too much physical activity. that part of my spine is also partly collapsed and always will be, but my neurosurgeon said that as long as my arms and legs are still okay that I should just slowly start to get back to "normal" life and listen to my body as I go along! I asked if I needed to keep up with x-rays or anything over the years but he said my symptoms would get much, much worse if the collapse got any worse and I would know I need to come back to see him. he also said IF I would've had to have surgery that it would take like 12 pins and a huge rod to correct things so I'm so SO lucky that things weren't any worse!

thank you so much for helping us manifest!!! it means more than you'll ever know because it hasn't been easy so far trying to find a place 😔 we live in such a rural area in GA and we originally wanted to stay in the same town because I was supposed to start a new job in january and we wanted to be close to my work. I probably won't get to take that job now (which is a whole other long story), and since there are very limited options we're probably gonna have to broaden our search to surrounding towns that are slightly bigger! we ultimately want a house together, but I think we're gonna have to settle for an apartment for now until we can find the perfect place for us. anything would be better than here rn though!!!

idk if I've ever talked much about my dad to you but we have as no contact of a relationship as possible even though we live in the same house. he's the reason for my accident and so the day it happened and we were waiting for the ambulance to come my mom told him that we wouldn't be coming back to this house. but then we had no choice we didn't have the money or resources needed to go elsewhere. I was worried as I got better she would forget about that and slip out of that mindset, but thankfully she hasn't! she just told me tonight we'd probably go look at apartments next week and that she can't wait to get out of here. I could truly cry at the thought of having a safe, clean, and comfortable space away from him. it's what my mom, my siblings, and our dogs all deserve!

how is school going? how much longer do you have to go? and oohh I'm so happy you got to experience a concert in pit!! it's amazing but it is soooo exhausting I hope you got lots of rest afterward 😊 when I saw harry I wore my ankle support thing to my pit concert to because I knew my feet would be swollen the next day probably. and taylor swift that's so cool!! I'm very excited for you!! I hope you have the best time!!! where are your seats for that show?

I'm always thinking about you too!! seriously sometimes I'll just think about you or how you're doing so just know you're always getting any spare good vibes I have sent your way ✨ thank you thank you for the good luck!!! love you moreeeee 🤍

I was gonna tell you about getting to see stevie nicks and my road trip to see my little brother but I talked so much this time we'll save those stories for next time if you wanna hear about them!!

[tavi-hayes]

practice challenge ~ journey to the palace

((whoopwhoop, idk how i managed to write this (given it’s quite long and i usually never ever write stuff this long) also please excuse me again for any spelling/grammar errors i try. alsoooo thanks to these wonderful girls: Bethia @h-hart​, Kat @clara-choii​ and Pia @brookelynnsanders​!))

It was silent at work today. The only sounds were the flipping of pages and the ticking on keys of a computer, followed by a frustrated sigh occasionally.

“Maybe we should get some more flutes?” I said, “they’re not that expensive and they won’t take up a lot of space here.”

Lola, being distracted by her laptop, showed no sign that she had heard what I just said.

“Helllooo, Lo are you there?”

“Huh, what?” she ran her hands through her hair as she looked my way.

I lifted the catalogue to show her the flute page.

“No Tavi,” Lo leaned her head on the back of the chair, doing the accounts must have tired her. “We already have flutes, and no one is ever interested in them. They have been here for decades.”

I rolled my eyes, “maybe that is why no one is interested. They look grim.”

Lo refocused on her laptop, and I flipped another page of the catalogue.

Oeh, the bass guitars. My favourite part.

I ran my finger over the page, paying a lot of attention to each one.

There were electronic bass guitars, but also the semi-acoustic ones. Some were very modern-looking with the brightest of colours, while others go for more of a vintage look.

I don’t know if I would ever be able to part with my own baby. The bass guitar, that I now owned, had been eyeing me every day since it had arrived in the store. It had been love at first sight.

But it was such a big investment and I just didn’t have that kind of money.

A part of my earnings was needed for us to make a living, pay the rent and do the groceries for example. And the other part that wasn’t needed for that, entered our savings jar.

We had been saving money since the day my dad was put behind bars. For whatever reason those bars had been in St. George. Freaking St. George.

The province didn’t even have direct borders with Denbeigh, Ottaro was right in between.

That made a simple, but still long, car ride impossible. Not taken the problems that come with the snowy climate into account.

That same climate also caused issues for our only transportation option.

Denbeigh’s climate was hard to predict at times. It could be a beautiful day with sunshine and a clear sky, but then you wake up the next morning to a thick layer of snow.

And because those snowfalls could happen in at least 8 out of 12 months, a lot of planes got cancelled in those months. The only airport anywhere near Winnipeg was privately owned. So the owners could literally ask the prices they wanted for the plane tickets. And boy, they were only focussed on making a profit.

For a simple family of Fives, those prices were unpayable. Hence why we had been saving money for 6 years now, still nowhere near able to pay for tickets. My mom would need a ticket, Daniel and I would too, and we just can’t leave little Aria and Arlan. My dad should be allowed to see them as well. That’s means we already need the money for 5 tickets. But if we include Daniel’s family, with his wife and little Melody, then that would equal 7 tickets.

So yeah, I would never have been able to buy that bass guitar.

Until Lo had a brilliant idea. They would give it to me as my birthday present for the upcoming 10 years. At first, I couldn’t accept that kind of gift, knowing it would have been a huge investment for the Wood family as well. But they insisted, hinting that they would get an employee discount anyway since you know Mr Wood owns the place. So, the price dropped, and they ignored me, so I had to give in and accept. It was the best gift I had ever gotten.

The stores door busted open, “GIRLS!” Gina’s voice took me back to earth. “they’re about to do the draw!”

“What draw?” apparently Lo shared my confusion.

Gina rolled her eyes and grabbed Lo’s laptop from the table. “Wait, I was working! Save it, save it!”

The laptop was put right on top of the catalogue I had just been looking through. Lo ushered over as well.

“Let me just,” Gina had opened an internet page and started typing in the website address of Winnipeg’s number one news channel, WTV. Such an original name.

The news anchor, some middle-aged woman with very fake looking blond hair, appeared on screen. “What is she wearing?” Lo asked, disgust and confusion both showing on her face.

“A track suit, it’s part of her image,” Gina unmuted the laptop, the crow-like voice of the woman filling the room, “now shush, I wanna hear this.”

“… Cameron Porter has been selected for the Illéan national ice hockey team. The star of Winnipeg’s very own ice hockey team, the Winnipeg Belugas, will accompany the national team to the world cup, taking place later this year in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Last week’s draw concluded that Illéa will have to face the German Federation and New Asia in the group stage. The national team’s training will start next week.”

Lo and I shared a look, “this is what you wanted to see Gina?”

“Since when do you care about ice hockey?” I asked, this was something new.

“Urgh, you guys are intolerable,” she silenced us with her finger.

“… and now we will switch to the royal palace in Angeles, to watch the live draw for Prince Arin’s Selection.”

The draw, of course that was what had sparked Gina’s interest. For some unknown reason, the entire Selection had slipped from my mind.

Nevertheless, I felt a little flutter in my stomach. Nerves. Looking over to my friends, I noticed the tense looks on both of their faces. Lo’s hands were clasped together, while Gina’s had disappeared in the pockets of her cardigan.

“Welcome,” some weird voice-over called.

With that the camera focussed on the prince.

“Urgh,” I rolled my eyes.

Lo poked me in the side, laughing, “oh Tavi your distaste is showing.”

“I don’t understand how you can hate someone who is that good looking. I mean have you seen that jawline? Perfection.” Gina had had a crush on the prince for as long as I had known her.

I rolled my eyes again, “I don’t hate him.” The drawing began before I had time to explain myself further.

“From Allens … Idalia Moretti.”

“He doesn’t look very happy,” I couldn’t help but comment, “or comfortable.”

Gina sighed probably annoyed that she couldn’t listen to the show properly, “his engagement was called off not that long ago. That is a pretty hard thing to deal with.”

“Yeah, I see, it’s so hard that he’s having a Selection. Shouldn’t he like get over the other girl first?”

My friends ignored me.

“From Angeles … Emily Rose White.”

This thing was going to take forever. I just wanted to look at the catalogue again, not at that prince, “he’s making me feel uncomfortable, just by watching him.”

Again, no response from either of my friends.

I took that as a sign to remain silent, knowing very well my friends wouldn’t reply anyway now that their eyes were locked on the prince.

“From Dakota … Brooke Lynn Sanders.”

Gina let out a breath she was holding, “okay now is Denbeigh,” she took our hands in hers, “fingers crossed it’s one of us.”

Her hand palms were sweaty, she must really want this.

“From Denbeigh … Octavia Hayes.”

We were all silent for a minute. Then Lo started screaming, Gina joining her. “Oh my GOODNESS!”

“Tavi! You’re going to the palace! You’re going to meet the prince!”

“Yeah,” I was absolutely lost for words. Meeting the prince hadn’t been the first thing that came to my mind, hell it hadn’t even been the second or third thing.

The first thing I thought was: I’m one step closer to getting my dad out of prison. I will be in that freaking library day and night looking for the book that is going to help me. There must be something somewhere about a second opinion on a court order, or something else to annul the judge’s decision.

“Ohhh, I’m sooo jealous of you right now. You are going to meet the prince! And there’s a chance he will fall in love with you and you’ll have beautiful babies.” Gina pulled on one of my curls, it bounced up and down as she let go of it.

“Uhm, I think that particular chance can be redeemed to zero.” I bit my lip, not even in my biggest dreams had I imagined my name would be drawn.

“Tavi, listen. I know you only applied for those laws books, but you need to be friendly to the prince if you want to stay,” Lo insisted, “or else you will be eliminated.”

“And I have to interact with him?”

“There are girls who would kill for a chance of even being in one room with him,” Gina took over, she sounded very serious suddenly. “You’ll meet him that’s for sure, and if you actually try you might make it far enough to earn a date. Just at least try to be nice, okay?”

“Just don’t insult him,” Lo added, “or his family, or the country. Okay, don’t insult anyone.”

The way my best friends were looking at me brought me right back to the good old school days. That was exactly the way teachers had looked whenever I had done something naughty. Which had basically been at least once every day.

“Do you promise?” Lo asked when I didn’t respond.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try not to insult anyone.” I sighed, this is going to be so much harder than I thought.

All of a sudden a lot robot-like voice yelled “BREAKING NEWS”.

It just scared the living shit out of me. We turned as one towards the laptop again.

On the screen was that fake blond woman in her tracksuit again.

“Prince Arin just completed the draw for his very own Selection. Some famous girls will be joining him at the palace. Our very own province will be represented by Octavia Hayes. You might have heard of her, given that she is some meekly Five. But her father’s name will ring a bell. Octavia’s father is Caspar H., a dangerous convict in prison for murdering Winnipeg’s beloved mayor Wilfred Wallis. He might have very well passed the criminal gene onto his daughter. Not only is she definitely not a good representative for Denbeigh, but the lives of the royal family might all be in danger.”

“Damn it!” Stupid news anchor. Why couldn’t they just stay out of my family’s business. Now the entire country will be aware of this. My dad’s arrest did make the headlines of some newspapers when all that had gone down. But that had been 6 years ago and I had hoped no one would remember that.

But now it was out in the open. Again.

It didn’t even matter that my dad was innocent. He had already been suffering for it by being locked up far away from our family.

“Tavi,” Lo put her arms around me, “that’s just bullshit, no such thing as a criminal gene exists.”

Gina joined our hug, “you can’t take anyone seriously who wears a tracksuit on live TV.”

*** Couple of days later ***

Dear dad,

My name got drawn for the Selection, I’m going to the palace and meet the prince. Some palace person is coming to pick me up anytime now so I can’t write a lot. Plus, if the mail has already arrived then you will have to wait another month before you get this anyway.

I asked Daniel if he could start writing a monthly letter as well, maybe he can even add a little picture of Melody so you can see her for the first time. He said he will take care of mom, Aria and Arlan as well. Molly will just cook dinner for more people, which she doesn’t really mind doing. At least that’s what she said.

Anyhow I will write to you from the palace.

Lots of love, 

Octavia

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*** At the airport ***

The car journey all the way from Winnipeg to somewhere in Sota had lasted for ages. Even though I hadn’t really been aware of that, since I fell asleep as soon as they closed the doors behind me.  

A frustrated voice had woken me up, “can you please stop drooling all over the leather upholstery?”

My eyes flew open, saliva was indeed smeared on the seat. I quickly wiped it off my face, where it had been present as well. “Sorry,” I mumbled, I then realized we had arrived at the airport, I quickly opened the car door and jumped out.

What I immediately noticed was the rain puddle I had landed in. My shoes and socks were soaking wet. Great.

“Maybe you should try to act more lady-like?” the driver said with a very disapproving tone, looking me up and down. He had already taken my guitar case out of the car and was about to put it right onto the wet street. I quickly grabbed the case out of his hands, clutching it close to my body.

The driver sighed, “there’s the entrance to the airport. Inside it will be clear which directions to follow.”

I made my way towards the entrance he had pointed at when I heard him mumble to himself, “why did I had to drive a barbarian?”

As I turned around, the car’s engine had been running again. I wasn’t sure if he could see me, nor I did I really care. I showed my middle finger to the car anyway. Asshole.

Never had I seen an airport before. It was freaking massive, people walking in all possible directions. Some carrying luggage with them, others with balloons that read “we missed you” or “welcome home”.

One day, my fam and I will be waiting at the airport, carrying one of those dumb balloons around. Coming to pick up dad.

I snapped out of my daydream by someone tapping me on my shoulder. “Miss Hayes, please come with me.”

Nodding, I followed the person not really having another choice since I had no clue which way I had to go. Maybe this is some insane kidnapper.

My heartbeat increased; did I just make a stupid mistake?

“Only one girl has arrived so far. You are to wait for the others before you can board the plane.”

Okay, no insane kidnapper then.

Unless.

This is a complete setup created by his crazy brain.

Panic filled my body, damnit how will I get out of this situation.

Okay, if I just push the person onto the floor, that will give me a chance to run for my life.

One. 

Two.

Three.

I took a deep breath in, ready to make the push. But at the last minute the person side stepped which caused me to lose my balance. He looked at me in a very funny way, “please take a seat, the flight attendant will come get you in a few minutes.”

My cheeks turned very very warm, the redness might very well have equalled the red colour of a traffic light.

Trying to calm myself down, I slumped down into a chair. Yikes, only now became I aware of it again. My socks were still wet and cold. Sigh.

After taking a few deep breaths in and out, I noticed the other girl.

“Oh hey, you’re also a Selected?” I started, realizing it wouldn’t be a bad thing to talk to someone.

She turned towards me, “I am Brooke Lynn Sanders, but just call me Brooke please!”

Not knowing what else to do, I waved at her a little awkwardly. “hi Brooke, nice to meet you. My name is Octavia, but please call me Tavi.”

“Nice to meet you Octavia. Did you have a good journey?” I could already tell she did have the lady-like manners I had been lacking.

Oh god, I couldn’t possibly tell her about the drooling situation, so I decided to stick to a vague answer. “Yeah, it was alright thanks. What about your own journey? Which province are you from?”

“My send off from Dakota was a bit bumpy but I am here now. I wish they would have let me take the train though...”

Another girl arrived, also looking very much like someone the prince could end up with. Compared to these two, I was more of a rag doll.

Pushing my feelings behind that wall deep inside me, I waved her over, “oh yeah hi, please join us.”

We chatted some more for a bit, until Haven arrived.

The way she was walking, the only person I had seen walking like that was Long-Beard Logan, the homeless guy who could often be found near New Wave Records. He walked the same way, but he had one wooden leg.

Then Haven opened her mouth, a weird voice coming out, “hi.”

I noticed Brooke shared my confusion, “uhm hello?”

She took out her phone and typed something, it read ‘I’m Haven’.

My confusion hadn’t ebbed away, “are you alright?”

She typed some more, ‘yup:)) just got a bad cold! what are your names?’.

As a response to that we all introduced ourselves again. These girls didn’t seem to be that bad, hopefully the other Selected at the palace were the same. But the chance of that being true was small. Also, why did I care what the other girls were like? I wasn’t there to make friends, with them or with the prince. I had applied for the thing I needed most. Access to the royal library.

“Have you guys ever been on a plane before? This is all very new to me.” I admitted, trying to ease the nerves that had been building up inside me ever since my name had been picked in that draw.

Brooke had a very strong opinion on planes. Private planes more specifically.

Which came as a shock to me. The private plane part. I didn’t know what I was thinking but taking a private plane had never crossed my mind.

In the meantime, Brooke started talking about the CO2 emissions.

“How else would we get to the palace without having an endless journey? It’s not like there’s a teleportation device, right?” I said a little more vicious than I intended. The higher castes used planes all the time, if anyone had a cause in the destruction of our planet it was definitely them.

Brooke definitely had thought of it all, as she mentioned the outstanding quality of the Illéan train system. Clara chimed in to agree with her.

I decided to not mention my exact thoughts about the higher castes, given the fact that I had promised my friends back home not to insult anyone. So I just nodded my head, “yeah okay I understand your point.”

We were able to board the plane shortly after that. Brooke sat down in a window-seat and Clara nestled herself in the seat next to Brooke’s.

I took a chair on the opposite side of the plane, trying to create some sort of privacy for myself without being rude.

Haven sat down in the seat next to me and smiled at me.

The entry door closed; I could no longer contain my nerves. “Here we go I guess.” I tried to calm my breathing, but it didn’t really help. I tried to think of my family back home in Denbeigh, didn’t help either. I heard my dad’s voice in my head, it was like he was actually talking to me, “You are a strong girl, the flight will be over before you know it. Octavia, you can do this.”

A weird sound whisked my dad’s voice away, I looked over towards the source of the sound. It was Brooke choking on her drink. “Please don’t die,” I said. Her dying here would be a shitty start to this whole adventure. Besides, Brooke actually seemed like a nice person.

She coughed, “I am – I am trying.”

Haven mentioned her sibling, how they were close and stuff. She then asked if we had any siblings ourselves.

This provided me with the perfect distraction. I turned towards her, “yeah, I have three siblings. One older brother, a younger sister and a younger brother as well.”

Normally I would never share such personal information with someone I had just met but talking about them was the distraction I so desperately needed from this whole plane situation.

The others talked some more, but I just realized the one and only thing that would get me through this.

Music.

“If you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna listen to some music.” I said as I took my earphones out of my bag. “Haven would you like to join?” I asked her politely, given that she was sitting right next to me and it would have been quite rude otherwise.

She smiled at me and nodded, so I handed her one of the earphones. “I do have a very mixed taste in music so you’re in for a treat.” Maybe I could even make her listen to our own music, you know casually extending Five Whispers’ audience.

As a reply, Haven winked at me, “I love a girl with mixed music taste.”

Oh who would have thought, I had something in common with another Selected. I too liked people with a diverse music preference, since music says so much about a person. The quote ‘You are what you listen to’ was on one of the walls of New Wave Records music store. It was also my own personal life motto.

Clara and Brooke continued chatting, but I didn’t listen anymore. The music had taken a hold on me and it had only released me from its grip when the plane hit the ground in Angeles.

[vandnana]

Loving You Is Easy

Part Fourteen

“Chanyeol, what are you trying to say? Just spit it out already. You’re making me nervous.” I had awoken from my nap after two hours, and while I felt refreshed, Chanyeol’s expression was completely drained, and his eyes were sunken.

He started off telling me something, but couldn’t finish his sentences. It was like the words in his mouth all tried to come out at once, but changed their mind, falling back into the depths of his brain. 

“Okay, I’m just going to say this now. You’re not going to like what I’m going to tell you. I don’t like what I’m going to tell you. I hate it, but it’s happening.” His voice was hurried and panicky, as if his voice would stop working if he didn’t get everything out quick enough.

I held his hand, which seemed to calm him down. “What is it?”

Chanyeol swallowed hard, breathing in deeply to mentally prepare himself for my reaction.

“I can’t make it to your exhibition opening.” 

My face fell and my heart sank. My eyes were disoriented as I searched his face for answers.

“W-why not?” 

He looked away for a second, gathering his words before meeting my eyes again. He explained everything to me, anticipating my anger or disappointment. But, I couldn’t be either. All I could do was understand in front of him, but inside, I was aching. 

“It’s okay, Chanyeol. I’m not mad or anything.” 

His eyes lit up, but he was still unsure, “You’re not?”

“No. I can’t be mad at you for wanting to help your friends. And at least you tried to tell them about it. Were they weirded out that you wanted to go to an art exhibit? It’s not really a regular ‘Chanyeol’ thing to do.”

“O-oh yeah. They were a little skeptical about it...”

But the thing was, they weren’t because Chanyeol never actually told them. He gulped as he felt shame spiral inside of him.

“Is it really that bad over there that you need to help them?” I was genuinely curious, and a little taken aback.

Chanyeol only sighed, “Yeah, every time I come back there’s always something wrong.”

“Why don’t you teach them how to do all that stuff?”

“Oh. I’ve tried. Ugh. This is just so frustrating. I really don’t want to go. I want to be here with you, and go to your exhibit.”

My heart softened and I pulled him into a hug, “More than anyone else, I wanted you to be with me, but your friends need you too.”

“Yeah, but this is one of your dreams, June. This is one of those things that are once-in-a-lifetime. It’s your first of many. I hate myself for missing it.”

I rubbed his back soothingly, “Chanyeol, it’s honestly okay. These are just things we can’t control. And besides, you just have to miss the opening, right? You can come see it on the other days.”

“It’s not the same though.” He pursed his lips at me, the disappointment he held in his eyes remaining.

I laughed at his poutiness, pulling away slightly to look at him. “You’re making yourself feel more bad than you need to. It’s fine, alright?”

Chanyeol fell back on the bed, grumbling loudly, then rolled himself off onto the floor. I leaned over to see him holding his chest, his face scrunched in a pain that I couldn’t tell was real or not.

I let out a snort, and hopped off the bed. “Get off the floor Chanyeol. Shouldn’t you be packing or something? You have to leave super early if you want to get there on time.”

He contorted his face even more, “Nooo, I don’t need to. I have a lot of stuff at the house still. Just let me be miserable on the floor.” 

“Well, you should pack some things. What if something happens when you’re on the train? You never know, right?” 

I walked over to the drawer, opening it to reveal the endless shirts that Chanyeol had. I brushed my finger against the stacks of clothes, then pulled out the ones I thought he looked good in. The smell of citrus and sandalwood lightly clung to his clothes, intoxicating my nose. I drooped my shoulders as I held onto the shirts I picked.

I thought that telling him I was okay with him leaving would make me eventually believe it, but there was an undeniable pit in my stomach. 

“You really have to go, huh?” I let out intensely quiet, allowing my unadulterated thoughts to come out of my mouth. I didn’t mean for Chanyeol to hear me, but somehow he did, feeling the dismay that hung in the air from my words.

He got up from the floor and hugged me from behind, “I won’t go if you really don’t want me to. I-I’ll find a way to help them and stay here.” 

I shook my head. “No, you don’t need to do that. If you don’t go and help them, they’ll all lose something. We can make up for lost time when you get back.”

He hugged me tighter, “I’ll make this up to you when I get back, okay? I promise.”

I rubbed his arm, and the guilt that consumed him eased slightly. “Alright, just let me do this one thing for you, then.”

“Okay, you can pick out my clothes, even though it’s completely unnecessary. Actually, maybe I’ll miss you less ‘cause I’ll know that you picked these out for me.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. I think being in this room all by myself will make me miss you more.”

“You can sleep next to Halmeoni. Speaking of which, I need to go tell her that I’m leaving. I’ll be right back.” Chanyeol let go, the warmth from his embrace still circling around me. 

I nodded, and he left the room. I gathered up all of the clothes that I wanted Chanyeol to wear, finding a small duffel bag to put them in. After I neatly placed the clothes in there, I laid back down on the bed and grabbed my phone, waiting for Chanyeol to get back. But he didn’t return for a while. Halmeoni was scolding him for leaving, channeling anger that she harbored for his friends onto him. They argued back and forth about the reasons behind the friendship. Mostly, she complained about their pig-like behavior and incompetency, but Chanyeol defended his friends. Back and forth, they clashed over the subject.

In the room, I was reading a book on my phone about the Do’s and Don’ts of Different Types of Sculpting Clay when Kai texted. 

Kai:

Can you facetime?

Instead of replying, I called him and he picked up right away.

“What’s up?” I asked, smiling at his giggly expression.

“Okay, so I was working on the dress that I thought you could wear to the opening, and I needed your opinion because...it’s your dress.” Kai chimed excitedly, flipping his camera over to show one of his mannequins wearing a long black dress.

The dress was far from simple. It was slitted and had a low ‘v’ neck that accentuated the chest. It was intricately decorated with an array of silver glittery beads, all varying in sizes in shapes that somehow all fit together. 

“Kai, that dress is so pretty! But isn’t the dress code semi-formal? That looks pretty formal to me.”

“No, this is definitely semi-formal. Trust me. Anyways, there’s something missing. I can’t think of anything to add, so you tell me what you want.”

“Okay. Stay still for a second then.” 

Kai adjusted the camera angle, then obliged. He was silent and still as I inspected the dress. I couldn’t think of a single thing to add or change, but Kai was a perfectionist, and if I didn’t give him an answer, he would lose his mind.

“How about you...add something around the waist.”

Kai flipped the camera back to his face, his expression suddenly enlightened. “My god, June, you’re a genius. I’ll add a thin velvet string to cinch the waist. I’m going to do that right now. Give me like two minutes.”

I went back to reading my book as I waited for him, but Chanyeol came back, his face sour from the fight he had with Halmeoni. He didn’t say anything to me, and plopped himself on the bed, putting his head in my lap. I didn’t push him to talk about what happened, and my hands naturally found their way to his hair, playing with the brown strands delicately. 

“Okay, I’m done! Turn your camera back on.” Kai beamed, and I came back to the FaceTime screen. 

Chanyeol’s ears perked up at the voice, but he didn’t want to be obvious like he was at the restaurant.  Instead, he buried his face into my stomach in an attempt to hide the jealousy that was rising inside of him. 

Kai showcased the dress, turning the mannequin slowly, “What do you think?”

“I don’t know why you even ask me anymore. You know that I love everything you make. Did you put the beads on all yourself?” 

“Yeah I did, but this isn’t a new dress. I made this last year, it took months to make this one dress. But...it was worth it in the long run though ‘cause you’ll get to wear it on your big night. I just know you’re going to show up everyone there.”

“I can’t believe you’re letting me wear that dress. I don’t feel worthy. Alsoooo, It’s not gonna be a fashion show, Kai. Don’t get too excited.”

“Are you joking me right now? I’m not worthy to make dresses for you. And, every event is a fashion show. If you don’t show up in an amazing outfit, then...what the fuck is the point? You gotta let everyone know you’re the shit.”

“You are worthy, so shut up. And you’ve got a point. I feel powerful in a nice outfit.”

“See? No doubt, You’re easily going to be the prettiest one there.”

I laughed at the idea, and Chanyeol unburied his face to peer up at me. Inside, he wanted to end the call and appease himself, but it wasnt his place.

“I don’t think so, maybe you’ll be the prettiest. You always look so nice every single day I see you. There’s literally never been a day when you didn’t look good. It’s the fashion major in you, I guess.” I didn’t think about the implications of what I said, innocently letting the words flow out of my mouth as I smiled back at Kai.

I was focused on Kai’s face to notice that Chanyeol looked panicked.

“I thought you said that Chanyeol looked good in everything. Did you... change your mind?” Kai’s tone suddenly became suggestive as he subconsciously followed his sister’s advice.

Chanyeol couldn’t help but lift his head up slightly, his face scrunched as he anticipated what I would say. I glanced down at him, the embarrassment from earlier finding me again as I remembered how much I dodged this conversation earlier.

“W-what? Is it illegal for you guys to both look good in everything?”

“Yes, you have to pick one.”

I looked back down at Chanyeol, who earnestly nodded at the idea.

I sighed as I looked at Kai. He had his phone propped up on his kitchen counter and his hands were cupping his intently curious face.

“Yeah...now that I think about it, the both of you are kinda ugly.”

“I’m ugly? Me? Impossible.” Chanyeol suddenly interjected, getting up from my lap.

Kai’s happy expression slowly faded once he heard Chanyeol’s voice. He tried to hide his expression with his hand once Chanyeol came into view next to me.

“Yeah, you’re super ugly.”

We bickered in front of Kai, and he awkwardly watched us, wishing that it was him I was with.

He had contemplated the advice his sister had given him though, not wanting to give up his chance. He figured that she was right. Despite how we may have acted together, Chanyeol and I hadn’t become anything.

“Hey June, you’ll need to come over tomorrow so I can take your measurements and adjust some things for the dress. I’ll talk to you then, I’m gonna eat dinner now.”

“Huh? Oh okay. Don’t eat so fast, alright? You always do it and then your stomach gets all weird.”

“You remember that?” Kai asked, his eyes enlarged with surprise and his eyebrows raised. 

“Ha yeah. You always finish eating before me and then you get bloated. Sometimes you unbutton your pants!”

Kai looked away, laughing at my jab at him, “Let me eat how I want to eat. If I get bloated then, whatever.” 

I shook my head disapprovingly, “Fine, fine. Do what you want. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He smiled back at me widely, “See you tomorrow! And, I’ll eat slowly, alright?”

“Yeah whatever, bye!” I waved goodbye before hanging up the phone.

 I looked over at Chanyeol, who was staring at me intently, “I can’t believe that Kai is not a girl.”

“I’ve tried to tell you that he’s not. It’s not your fault, anyway. Halmeoni told you that Kai was a girl, and I never really specified it. Anyway, it doesn’t really matter.”

“What doesn’t matter? That you didn’t tell me that Kai isn’t a girl or the fact that he isn’t a girl?”

“Both.” I replied, plainly.

“Why doesn’t it matter?” For Chanyeol it mattered more than anything, and he showed clear offense in his face.

I was taken aback by his expression, “What difference does it make if he was a girl? I’d treat him the same way I do now.”

Chanyeol readjusted himself to face me, his hands making motions as he passionately argued with me. All of his thoughts jumbled together as he tried to give his reasons.

“It makes a huge difference. June, you can’t just be super comfortable with him like that if he’s a guy. You’ve been over to his house so many times. What if he took advantage of you? And you’ve eaten with him too. He could have poisoned you! These are acceptable things to do with another girl, but you don’t know what kind of guys are out there!” 

“Well...you’re a guy and we got close really quickly. For all I know, you could have poisoned me and taken advantage of me.”

“That’s different! You met Kai on the street! You met me through Halmeoni! There was trust by default!” 

“Oh my gosh, if anything, Kai was scared to talk to me. Listen, I appreciate that you’re being protective and concerned. But, just trust me. Kai isn’t a bad person.”

He turned his back to me with his arms across his chest, “Yeah, but you’ve spent so much time with him, a-and all those times I wanted to be with you, you’d say that you had to see Kai. I-I could have helped you choose clothes and I-I could have found a way for you to make your sculptures here. He did all that stuff for you, and I was just at home waiting. I haven’t done anything for you. Where does that leave me in your life?” There was a resentful tone in his voice. All of his feelings ran into each other, but he couldn’t stop it.

I sat stunned by his words. My heart sank as he spoke, his tonalities cutting at me. 

“Chanyeol.” He didn’t turn around to look back at me though, merely grunting in response.

I frowned, hurt by his coldness. I never knew that Chanyeol felt like this, but it wasn’t something I could control or change. Kai was my friend, and I didn’t see anything wrong with the amount of time we spent together. I only ever hung out with the both of them too. I didn’t think about how many times I spent with one or the other. I didn’t think I needed to. What confused me even more was his idea that he hadn’t done anything for me, as if all our memories were merely passing moments.

I scooted closer to Chanyeol and wrapped my arms around his back. “Just because I hang out with Kai, doesn’t mean I hate being around you. Yes, he helped me with all of that stuff, but you’re just as much a part of my life as he is. The way I feel when I’m with you is different than when I’m with Kai.”

Chanyeol looked back at me, his face elongated with astonishment, his heart feeling full again, “I-it’s different?”

His face was barely inches away from mine, and our closeness made me gulp nervously. I managed a smile at him, still hugging his body.

“Y-yeah. Of course, it’s different. I mean, look at us right now. I don’t do this stuff with Kai. I-I never have.” 

“You don’t?” Chanyeol’s voice became brighter.

“No. Should I?” I badgered, raising an eyebrow at him.

He shifted entirely to face me and pulled me into his chest, “No, no, no you shouldn’t. I want to be the only one who gets to hold you like this.” 

A furious blush found me, but I embraced it as I peered up at him and smiled. “Well, you don’t need to want to because you are the only one.”

He looked down for a second, giggling after hearing what I said. “You can’t say that and look at me like that.” 

“Alright, I won’t then.” I playfully scoffed, letting go of him and lying back down on the pillow.

“June, I’m just kidding. Look at me like that again.” Chanyeol plopped himself down next to me, clearing his throat so I would pay attention to him. 

I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling to spite him, but Chanyeol impatiently leaned over me to block my view. 

I stayed still as his eyes twinkled at me, and he moved a few strands of hair away from my face. “Please don’t ever look at anyone else like this.”

“The only one I’m looking at right now is you.” 

[seungcheolsthighsss]

hola can i have a DK imagine where me meets your ex boyfriend and he gets mad??? cuz likE THAT SHIT WOULD BE HOT ASF

Genre: fluff? kinda

Summary: Dk sees your ex boyfriend with you and being a little on the touchy side and doesn’t like it at all keep reading to see a very hot protective side of dk protecting you.

Today has been the worst day you could ever possibly have. It all started this morning, you woke up wait for school so you ended up rushing to the bus only to miss it, you had to walk to school and then walk in to class late. You didn’t get much sleep last night either due to an essay that was due today, which you then realized you forgot at home. Then when school was done you had to go to work. At work you also had a terrible shift with customers complaining the whole time and then you had to work later then expected so you had to walk home in the cold because you alsoooo forgot your sweater so yeah your day was going absolutely great. The only thing you were looking forward to was coming home to your amazing and caring boyfriend.

You walked all the way home and as soon as you saw a glimpse of your front door you were instantly happy because you could finally escape all the bad things that happened today. You walked in and called for dk “ dokyum” you called and instantly heard footsteps “hello baby how was your day?” as soon as he asked you that question you felt like breaking down but you held it in because dk has never seen you cry before and you really did not want him to see you cry right now. But as soon as dk saw that sad expression on your face he would say “baby come here” and pull you into his chest hugging you tight. He would carry you to the couch and lay with you just holding you and waiting till you were ready to talk.

You would finally be able to talk to him and tell him everything that had gone wrong starting for the moment you woke up, to the moment you got home. You had made it through half of what you were saying without crying and then you couldn’t hold it in anymore you just broke down. Dk felt terrible that you had such a bad day and he also did not like the sight of seeing you crying. He would pull you closer into him and hug you tighter then before and rub your back saying sweet things in your ears to try and calm you down. When you were finally calmed down he would brush your hair from your face and kiss your forehead then cheeks then lips “ i don’t like seeing you cry, your to pretty to cry” and this would cause you to blush and look down but he would lift your head up while u were smiling and say “that’s much better”

Dk would then jump up which at first scared you but then what he said made you extremely happy. “lets go somewhere with all the members i am sure they will come, will make a day out of it to make you happy again” and of course you would agree because who wouldn’t want to spend a day with seventeen. So as you were getting ready Dk was calling seventeen and seeing who could come and all of seventeen agreed to coming with you and Dk. You also tried to ask Dk what you were doing  and where you were goingbut he said “im not telling you baby its a surprise” and this made you both happy but also nervous. Dk picked up the members and just started driving to the unknown destination.

The drive felt like forever so you ended falling asleep. and then you woke up to Seugkwan screaming “ OH LADIESSSSS THIS IS YOUR STORYYYY” and you started to laugh, you took in where ypu were and realized you were at a beach which Dk knew was your favorite. But then you remembered u didn’t have bathing suits or towels or really any of the things u needed for the beach and it kinda made you a little bummed out, But then each member had stuff with them and Dk had packed things for both you and him and then you hugged him and he started to smile knowing that you were not focused on the bad things from earlier today.

You guys set everything up and then you went to go get change into your bathing suit that way you could go swimming with Dk and the rest of seventeen. You couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were, to have such an amazing caring boyfriend. Like he planned a day on the spot just for you, you truly did have the best boyfriend in the world. And not only that but the other member’s also cared about you. You wondered how you got so lucky to have 13 lovely boys care about you

As you were starting to walk back to where dk and the members were sitting you ran into someone “oh my god i am sorry i didn’t mean to-” when you looked up at the person you bumped into you realized it was your ex boyfriend. Your first thought was to run straight to Dk and avoid him at all costs but he was standing in front of you blocking your way to run even if you wanted to. “hello beautiful” you would still be in shock to actually comprehend what was going on “ do not call me that”. He would just look you up and down “so you here all alone gorgeous”. You could absolutely not stand him, “ no, actually i am here with my boyfriend” you emphasized the boyfriend part making sure he knew.

“oh i see well just know that i miss you and your super hot body” he said while putting his hand on your bare waist due to your bathing suit and this sent chills down your body and not the good kinda of chills. You tried to pull away and push his dirty hands of you but he was a lot stronger then you were. He pulled your face near his and you looked down trying to pull your body away from his “if your here with your boyfriend then where is he?” In your head you were screaming for Dk but you knew he would not be able to hear you even if you actually tried screaming because the members and him were very far from the change rooms.

You were extremely uncomfortable right now and honestly felt like crying. As you were still fighting your Ex’s grip he just kept talking to you “why don’t u just get back together with me baby? don’t you miss me?”. You were trying to block out his stupid voice when you saw a familiar figure it was s.coups and Mingyu. At this point you knew you had nothing to lose so you screamed “ MINGYU, SEUNGCHEOL HELP!! MINGYU GO GET DOKYUM”. Mingyu started to run to get your boyfriend and s.coups came to try and help that way dk would be able to help later. Your ex looked at you with mad eyes and grabbed your wrist so u could not run and this just made you more scared then you already were.

As s.coups was walking towards you Dk had already pasted him as he ran super fast knowing his baby was in danger. But he was also not the only one the rest of seventeen ran with him to help you as they all cared about you as much as Dk does. “hey asshole” Dk yelled while tapping you on the shoulder as soon as your ex turned around Junghan and Joshua grabbed you hugging you as you shed some tears as you were in shock still of the way he was holding your wrist and touching your waist and because you hated his guts it made everything 10x worse. Jeonghan was rubbing your back saying its okay. And Joshua was trying to calm u down also.

Dk punched your ex right in the jaw and you did not expect this as Dk didn’t seem like an aggressive person. When your ex tried to hit him back he dogged it and then hit him again and again until he was on the floor “walk away before i do something i’ll regret AND DON’T EVER TOUCH MY GIRLFRIEND AGAIN BETTER YET DONT EVEN COME NEAR HER OR I WILL HIT YOU WORSE THEN I ALREADY HAVE” your Ex got up and walked away with bleeding lips. Dk ran to you and pulled you tightly into his arms and rubbing your back “baby its okay, listen to me its okay hes never gonna come near you again” he kept comforting you until you had calmed down

“thank you Dokyum, for everything for caring about me and doing what you did” he smiled “baby its because i love you” you smiled and kissed him “ i love you” Dk said “i love you too, oh my god DK BABY YOUR HAND” he laughed at how concerned you were about him “babe its okay trust me” you and the rest of seventeen started to walk back to where you were sitting and could finally have an amazing day with your boyfriend and your 12 best friends. The night ended with a campfire and you and Dk cuddled up and telling stories and laughing at all of the members.

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first requested imagine done,  please feel free to request anytime!!! i would love to write imagines for you guys