#beautifully maintained and modernized with care

[0xo]

i got us new flannel sheets last week (on sale!) and they are soooooo cozy and soft and nice... i love some things about being an adult, like picking bedthings and towels and stuff... i remember i was so excited picking out our shower curtain when we moved in :,) my house is very old and not very fancy but it is cozy, and safe, and has my nice things in it. i get to be here with my wife and cats and that's all i wanted.

and i think it has more personality, being a hundred years old! it's seen so much. i would like to upgrade the windows for insulation reasons but i don't think i'd change much else... i like old houses, i miss the old manor a lot. it was falling apart because the landlord didn't care, but i loved that place wholeheartedly. if it had been mine and i had the money, i would've fixed it up so beautifully... it was a bit too far gone, though. still wish it hadn't been torn down.

maybe one day i could have one of the big edwardian houses in town, if i can find one that flippers haven't ripped all the charm out of. (or could afford it, but i'm just dreaming here.) i imagine a sunroom for the cats, and a little garden with plants for the pollinators... maybe some neat old kitchen appliances. a music room, and a sewing room...! maybe even a library, the kind with the rolly-ladder. definitely a room for guests. a real pantry, even! i love the idea of a big-ish house, a real big kitchen. baking for all my friends. old houses are so much work but i love them... i'd have the dustcaps for the stair corners, and real vintage brass for the fixtures, and my friends' art hung everywhere!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

It's unfortunate that this 1969 mid-century modern home in Chappaqua, New York. wasn't properly cared for. It needs work, so I'm wondering if the $1.9M asking price for this 7bd, 6ba home is really worth it. What do you think?

As soon as you enter the living room area, you can see by the rough shape of the furniture and dirty carpet, that the home hasn't been beautifully maintained.

I wonder what's under the carpet. This can be a glorious sunny room with a view of the pool.

Could be a fabulous tropical oasis.

Looks like the dining area.

Mismatched kitchen needs cabinetry and a new floor.

What is happening here? Missing wall around the door, exposed plumbing, and the side panel of the cabinet is gone. Is this place leaking everywhere?

Are those gas pipes?

Don't know what kind of condition the pool is in, and the glass dome is dirty, but does it leak?

Up the stairs, there's a semi-open loft with a library. I like the floating shelves. The carpet's faded, but it's nice up here.

Large primary bedroom. The floor has been stripped, so it will need a new one.

Carpet in this room is shot.

Small shower room.

Dated thermostat, hole in the wall.

Deck is worn, so it needs some work.

Looks like a little log cabin on the property.

Could use a little landscaping.

8.86 acres.

[sophrosynesworld]

Betrayal (Pt. 4)

Part 1:

I know I should be polite; that trait was instilled in me since birth. Unlike others, my family wasn't born rich. I didn't take etiquette classes or have a silver spoon from the beginning. My dad started with nothing worked his way up. Somehow, overnight, we went from being hungry and living in a one-bedroom apartment to luxury apartment complexes, private tutors, and an unlimited debit card. I didn’t ask questions. I should have. But sitting here, in this dining room, I just feel sick.

The chandelier overhead sparkles, a characteristic that feels almost mocking. The table set before us adorn with fine china and polished silverware, the kind that makes you feel inferior for not knowing fork types. My father, now dressed in designer clothes, chats with the Yamamotos, another prominent family. Their conversation doesn't invite me in very often, filled with arrogance and thinly veiled hatred for anyone they deem beneath them.

“Sweetheart, could you be a dear and pour Mr. Yamamoto some more wine?” my father asks, his tone carrying the weight of expectation.

I nod, forcing a smile as I take the bottle and pour the wine. Mr. Yamamoto barely acknowledges me, too engrossed in his own self-importance. They could have had a server do it, but I am a good, obedient daughter. I keep my gaze lowered, careful not to meet anyone's eyes, and focus on filling each glass just right. The chatter around the table blends into a dull hum, their laughter grating against my ears. This is my role, after all, to be seen and not heard, to be useful but invisible.

"Thank you, darling," my father says, his voice dripping with pride. I give a slight bow, retreating to my place at the table.

Mr. Yamamoto continues his monologue, and I allow my mind to drift, counting down the minutes until this dinner is over. Until I can escape the suffocating expectations and reclaim my freedom.

“And what do you think about our business proposal, dear?” Mrs. Yamamoto chimes in, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Do you think you’re up to the challenge?”

Her question drips with condescension, as if she already knows the answer she wants to hear. I can feel my father’s eyes on me.

“I believe it’s a significant opportunity for both our families,” I navigate the mind field, keeping my voice steady. “However, I think it’s important to ensure that any partnership is based on mutual respect and understanding.”

Mrs. Yamamoto’s smiles thin and cold. “Of course. Respect and understanding. Those are… lawyer qualities.”

Their son, Takashi, sits across from me, his gaze lingering on my body in a way that makes my skin crawl. He hasn’t said much, but his presence is nauseating.

“Sweetheart,” my father says, his voice gentle, “why don’t you show Takashi the garden? I’m sure he would appreciate the fresh air.”

I want to refuse, to stay within the safety of the dining room despite the tension, but I know better than to defy my father in front of our guests. “Of course,” I say, standing and gesturing for Takashi to follow me.

The garden is beautifully lit, with the soft glow of lanterns casting a cold light on the meticulously maintained flowers and shrubs. I walk ahead, trying to maintain a semblance of composure, the wind sending a chill down my spine. I miss Katsuki.

“It’s quite a lovely garden,” Takashi remarks, his voice unnervingly smooth. “You must spend a lot of time here.”

“Not as much as I’d like,” I reply, keeping my tone neutral.

He steps closer, his presence invading my space. “You know, our families coming together would be quite beneficial. Don’t you agree?”

“I suppose so,” I say, taking a step back. “But it’s important that we both have a say in our future.”

Takashi’s smile is predatory. “You’re quite the modern woman, aren’t you? Independent, strong-willed. But sometimes, it’s better to let the men handle things. Marriage should be logical, not emotional”

His words make my blood boil, but I keep my expression calm. “I believe marriage should be equal, with both sides contributing their strengths.”

Takashi chuckles, a sound that grates on my nerves. “Your only strength is carrying my children.” His right-hand wraps around my forearm, his nails sinking in hard.

I prepare to object, ready to put this punk in his place, but someone beats me to it. A hand wraps around the back of his throat, forcibly slamming him into the wall several feet away. My wide eyes meet Taro's calm ones. His other hand restrains Takashi further as he looks back at him.

"Are you hurt?" Taro barks, his voice firm and commanding.

"I'm going to kil-" Takashi shouts before being slammed into the wall again, his chest thudding on impact.

"Not you," Taro says, looking at me again, his calculating eyes scanning my body.

"I'm okay," I manage to say, my voice surprising me—soft and delicate, almost nervous.

"Did he touch you?"

"I didn't touc-" Takashi tries to defend himself, but Taro cuts him off.

"Man, you don't have permission to speak." Taro removes Takashi from the wall, throwing him to the ground. A delicate gold chain slips out of his shirt as he bends over, whispering something inaudible to me but terrifying to Takashi, who scrambles backward and away from the house. My eyes follow him as he leaves, unable to look away. I don't even notice Taro standing next to me until his hands are on my body. I try to thrash away, but his firm hands hold my midsection tightly, refusing to budge.

"It's okay, he won't hurt you," Taro reassures me.

"I could have handled that," I scold him.

"I don't doubt you, miss."

"You could lose your job. Do you know who that was?"

"It's sweet you care about that, miss, but I won't lose my job," Taro replies confidently, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. A confidence that doesn't sit well with me, I stare at him, trying to regain my composure. "Why are you so sure of that?" I ask, my voice sharper than intended.

He meets my gaze steadily. "Because your father hired me for situations just like this. Protecting you and your family is my job, no matter who I have to deal with."

I cross my arms over my chest, still feeling the sting of Takashi's nails in my skin. "My father didn't hire you to play the hero."

"Maybe not," Taro concedes raising his hands in self-surrender, "but I won't stand by while someone disrespects you."

I can't argue with that, but still. "Just… be careful. The Yamamoto's aren't good people."

Taro gives a small nod, his eyes never leaving mine. "Understood, miss. But my priority is you.”

For a moment, I feel a strange sense of safety in his presence. "Thank you, Taro," I say quietly.

He inclines his head slightly. "It's my pleasure."

The tension in the air lingers as Taro steps back, giving me space. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "I should probably get back inside. My father will be wondering where I am."

"I'll accompany you," Taro says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

We walk back to the house in silence, my mind racing with the events of the evening. As we approach the entrance, I pause and turn to Taro. "Promise me you'll be careful... I don't like the idea of someone hurt..."

Taro's expression softens slightly. "I promise, miss. Now, let's get you inside."

The evening finally draws to a close, the Yamamotos taking their leave with promises of further discussions. I join my father’s side, maintaining the polite facade until the door closes behind them.

“You did well tonight, sweetheart,” my father says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“I hate him,” I reply, heading back into the kitchen for a bottle of wine. I uncork it and take a swig straight from the bottle, my face scowling at the taste before reading the label. “I thought wine got better with age?” I look for Taro, but he isn't in the room anymore.

My father looks at me, head slightly tilted in a mixture of amusement then sadness. “Takashi can take care of you, I'm getting older you know.”

“Seriously, why does this bottle taste like ass? A 1945 bottle should taste good.” I switch hands the bottle is in and lean against the counter, looking at my father. "I don't need someone taking care of me. I make plenty of money."

He snorts, amusement shining in his eyes. “You’re drinking a fifty-thousand-dollar bottle of wine. You should enjoy children and a family darling.”

I cough as he mentions the price, causing me to choke on it. My hand hits my chest as I try to regulate my breathing.

“You could have told me,” I manage to say between coughs.

“Would it have made a difference?” he asks, still amused.

Before I can respond, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see the name “Yuuto Kimura” flashing on the screen. I answer the call, my tone shifting to professional. “Hello?”

"It’s an emergency,” Mr. Kimura says, his voice frantic. "I need you to fix this.”

“Where are you?,” I say, grabbing my coat and heading for the door. “What are the charges?”

“They said he built a bomb,” he replies, his voice unraveling. “Oh my god.”

“I’m on my way.”

I hang up and look at my father. “I have to go. Client emergency.”

He nods, understanding in his eyes. “Be careful, sweetheart.”

I rush out the door and into my car, my mind racing with questions. Why would they think Mr. Kimura’s son was involved in terrorism? The last time I saw Kenji, he had just been accepted to medical school. He had been the perfect Japanese son for years.

As I speed through the city streets, the memories flood back—Kenji's shy smile at his acceptance party, his pride in following in his mother's footsteps. How could someone like him be mixed up in something so dark?

Arriving at the police station, I park hastily and make my way to the entrance. I scan my ID and attempt to push the bar open, but it doesn't budge. I scan it again, looking down this time, and a red border denying me entry flashes. My heart sinks. Just then, a door opens, and a detective walks out from a side doorway.

"Good evening, ma'am," he says.

I wave at him, offering a friendly smile. "Detective Ito, maybe you could help me." I meet him halfway, showing him my ID badge. "It seems like my access card isn't working."

Detective Ito frowns and looks down at the card. Walking us over, he scans the pass, only for it to show the red border again. "Hmm," he thinks for a moment, "Let's see why this isn't working." His fingers work diligently as he types into the computer, clicking through several folders before frowning.

"I apologize," he speaks up.

"For what, Detective?"

"You're currently banned from the premises."

"Excuse me?" My voice drops low, anger simmering beneath the surface. "My client is inside. You can't refuse his legal counsel."

"We're not refusing his legal counsel. Mr. Kenji Kimura is more than welcome to hire a new lawyer."

"He doesn't need a new lawyer," I grit out, clenching my teeth in anger. "Do you know the Kimura family pays a very hefty retainer for me?"

"I'm sure they do, ma—" I cut him off.

"Mr. Kimura is one of the biggest politicians in the country. Do you know how fast I will have each of you fired for a human right violation? Do you really want to play this game with me?"

Detective Ito sighs, looking conflicted. "I can't do anything else for you, ma'am."

Fuming, I turn on my heel and step back into the cool night air. Slamming my car door shut, I start the engine and drive off, frustration bubbling over. It doesn't take long to make it to Katsuki's apartment. I practically run up the steps, my heart pounding as I swing open his unlocked front door.

Kirishima is the first to see me, his eyes going wide as I seethe. The redhead attempts to talk to me, but I brush him off, ignoring him and continuing into the apartment.

Eijiro cusses under his breath as he follows. "Hey, calm down! What's going on?" he calls after me, but I’m already storming into the living room.

"Katsuki!" I shout, my voice echoing off the walls. Bakugo looks up from his spot on the couch, his eyes narrowing when he sees me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he growls, standing up.

"You have got to be fucking with me, right? Please tell me you weren't apart of me being banned from the police station," I accuse, my hands clenched into fists.

He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. "Maybe I was. What of it?"

I take a step closer, fury burning in my eyes. "This is low, even for you. A client needs me, and you’re playing petty games?"

"You don't help people" he snaps, his expression darkening. "You keep elitist out of jail."

"This isn't about what pays the bills!" I shout back. "This is about a man's life! You’re punishing him because you're mad at me?"

Kirishima steps between us, holding up his hands. "Whoa, whoa, let's all just take a step back here."

"Stay out of this, Eijiro," Bakugo and I say in unison, glaring at each other.

"I’m not staying out of anything," Kirishima retorts, looking between us. "Look, Katsuki, banning her from the station is extreme. You know that."

Bakugo’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t respond. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Katsuki, please. This isn’t just about you and me. If you care about justice at all, you’ll lift that ban."

For a moment, he looks like he might argue, but then he sighs heavily. "Fine. I’ll make a call. But this doesn’t change anything."

"Thank you," I say, the anger in my voice giving way to relief. "That’s all I needed."

Kirishima breathes a sigh of relief, stepping back. "Alright, now that that's settled, how about we all cool down?"

I nod, my shoulders relaxing slightly. "I need to go. There’s a lot to do."

As I turn to leave, Bakugo’s voice stops me. “Wait.”

I look back at him, his eyes now softer, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his tough exterior. “I didn’t do it to hurt your client,” he mutters, struggling to find the right words.

His crimson eyes sweep over my outfit, clearly approving of the red dress. It's from last season, but it’s his mother’s design.

“You should make that call now,” I say, stepping away and turning toward the door, my hand landing on the platinum knob. I look back at them, my hair cascading down my back. “If you mess with my career or family again, I will come after the one thing you love most: your reputation.”

With that, I open the door and leave, never once looking back.

[romance-rambles]

modern alkaid | 319 roses and a date

Alkaid gets asked on a date by the girl he desperately wanted to ask out, at least before he found out who the flowers were for. You'd like to maintain that nothing you said was a lie.

2.8k, post-alkaid's florist ending [everything else happens the same way, except alkaid's first meeting with mc happens after godheim], misunderstandings + some angst, mc is reader, series: none

ALKAID STARES DOWN BLANKLY AT the bouquet of white roses in his hands. At some point during his stunned silence, he had unwittingly taken them off yours, just as you had hoped for.

All 319 of them, to be precise—which is a number that, put in a different context, can also refer to 3/19, the day of his birth. Even with the limited capacity he has at the moment to sort out the events that led up to this moment, he can't help the way his heart flutters at the knowledge that you remembered, even though so much time has passed.

"Alkaid?" A gentle tap against his shoulder robs the flowers of their spotlight. "Do you...not like the flowers?"

He looks up and sees you, still here—still dressed so beautifully he's once more in danger of succumbing to asphyxiation, with a fretful expression that makes him wonder if he's already there. When he does not respond, you close the remaining distance between them, obscuring all else from his vision.

It is a problem only because he has nowhere left to run.

"No," he croaks out finally, leaning back over the counter to accommodate you.

Obliviously, you move closer, leaving him with no choice but to avert his gaze once more. Alkaid can only hope you aren't offended—that you don't think he finds you unattractive, with how often he does so. It's only that your beaming smile reminds him of what it feels like to stare down the sun.

"They're lovely."

Satisfied with his answer, you pull back. Your hands are clasped behind your back, and your ponytail sways slightly, once more retreating behind your shoulder. There's an adorable star-shaped pin fastened onto the strap of your cross-body bag.

He sighs discretely, relieved, and pulls the bouquet up to his face as casually as he can. The petals, he hopes, will be enough to cover up the deep scarlet staining his cheeks.

"I'm glad!" You clap your hands together. "I was worried they wouldn't be to your liking. Maybe I should've asked you what your favorite flower was before I tried asking you out."

A self-deprecating laugh slips out as you scratch your cheek. An intricate design spans the length of your nail now—shades of red and green shaped into what he can clearly recognize as halves of a rose hugging the edges—against a black background.

Alkaid bites his lip, converting the interrupted gasp into a quiet exhale.

"You guessed right. I like white roses," he says, hoping desperately that his words are nothing less than reassuring. "Though they share that spot with lilies as well."

"Lilies," you repeat, a determined gleam in your lovely eyes. "I'll keep that in mind for next time."

He bites his lip harder.

THE MORNING HE'S DUE TO hand off your flowers, Alkaid finds himself contemplating the benefits of coffee behind the register.

Though his favorite concealer and his usual color corrector have done much to brighten up his undereyes, they can do little for the grogginess that comes with staying awake the whole night (Why such a specific number? Who are they for? Do you remember him at all?). And, by the time the clock strikes nine, he's already downed three cups of strongly-brewed tea.

What pushes him to finally break away from his usual preferences is a simple headache.

The store is empty, and there remains more than half an hour before you're set to arrive. A sharp twinge of pain in the side of his head as he stands up to check on your flowers draws out a careful hiss. Alkaid, with some amount of lingering hesitance, flips the sign on his door to closed, with a note explaining the rough length of absence. Then he walks out the door, his destination the artsy cafe across the street—the one that makes him think of you whenever he walks in.

Allen, the normally deadpan barista on duty, seems to shut down when Alkaid corrects him on his order. Soon, the news spreads to the rest of the employees, who take turns staring at him as he leaves with a warm thermos of coffee in his hands.

But, in the end, it proves to be an unnecessary trip.

You're already in front of his flower shop when he returns, half-crouched and studying the sign the way someone might study a work of abstract art. Today, too, you have a large, dark blue backpack slung over both your shoulders, its surface decorated with various pins and stickers—mostly of a cat, your cat, but also of a popular manga that you seem to like.

In Passing, that is.

It's about a love triangle featuring a tyrant emperor and a well-liked leader of the rebellion. Even without the reviews praising it for subverting expectations, Alkaid would've picked it up anyway.

He's on the third volume right now, and—

Hmm? His eyebrows furrow. Where did I leave it? In my bag?

All of a sudden, the sleep that had been so insistent on dragging his eyelids down vanishes. Alkaid wracks his brain desperately for the answers, stomach churning at the thought of you finding out about his latest reading material.

Unfortunately, you choose that moment to turn around.

"Oh, Alkaid!"

Your confused expression soon melts away, leaving behind only a cheerful smile. Tightening his grip on his thermos, he exhales silently, before flashing you a gentle smile.

"You're here." Time stops as you begin to approach him, your keychains singing a short jingle to accompany you. Your expression softens, as does your voice. "You didn't forget about me, right?"

Alkaid can only sputter out a half-coherent apology.

The words get drowned out by the insistent, purposeful beating of his heart. It's as if it wants to claw itself out of his chest and entrust itself to your hands, as it is, with shattered bones sticking out of it.

You laugh prettily, as always. "It's okay. I'm just joking."

Then, like a moth to a flame, his gaze falls upon your lips. A soft red, with a glossy sheen, one that matches the color of your skirt. On a plain canvas, it's all the more striking. It leaves him wondering about things he, currently a stranger, shouldn't be fretting over.

He's not sure how long he stares for, with slightly parted lips and a series of half-realized thoughts chiding at him to stop—only that it's not long enough for you to grow uncomfortable.

Alkaid clears his throat, holding up his thermos (I should've bought her something too, he thinks) as an explanation. "I apologize for the wait. I went over to the cafe across the street."

"Coffee lover?" you guess, making room for him to open the door.

"I'm usually more of a tea person." As he slips inside the store, he can't help but chuckle self-consciously, remembering all the different ways he imagined this scene playing out. Naturally, his next words are nothing more than the most blatant lie he's ever told. "I thought I'd try something else for a change."

"Is it a nice place?" Upon seeing the puzzled look he sends over his shoulder, you clarify, "The cafe. I've seen the reviews, but I think only experience can beat the testimony of someone you know."

He considers your question for a moment. "The staff is very friendly. I often stop by during lunch for their sandwiches."

"I see..." you murmur.

"I think you'd like it," Alkaid blurts out as he slips in behind the register, happy to note that his copy of Volume 3 is, in fact, in his bag. "The owner enjoys collecting art—there's a lot of different paintings all over the cafe. Um, since you're an art major."

"Well, now I have to try it out." You don't seem particularly startled that he knows about your major; instead, you take to drawing patterns across the wooden countertop. He thinks he sees the familiar curve of an A. "The cookies you recommended last time were really great too."

When he keeps his silence, the complete opposite of what the state of his mind currently is (she remembers?), you look up.

"Hmm?" You tilt your head, confusion clouding your once smiling expression. "Do I have the wrong person? You're Alkaid, right? From that time in the snow mountains?"

He forces himself to nod, but that too is enough.

A shy smile blossoms on your lips, paired with both a brief flash of relief flitting through your gaze and the slight, almost imperceptible widening of your eyes. Placing your hands above your heart, you sigh exaggeratedly.

"You had me worried for a moment," you say. Your eyelashes cast a dark shadow on your undereyes. "I thought we'd never meet again."

For a moment, he wonders if there's more to your sorrow than you let on. Does it have anything to do with the way you disappeared? Somewhere so far away that no one could reach you at all?

Alkaid shakes off his thoughts.

"But we did," he responds carefully. I never thought we'd meet again either, he does not say instead. "Whether it was destiny, whether it was just a coincidence, we did. All we can do is make the most of it."

A tinge of sadness mars your lovely smile. "I think that sounds lovely."

SOON AFTER THEIR REUNION, DONE properly this time, down to exchanging numbers, Alkaid excuses himself to go fetch your flowers. When he returns, lovesick heart brimming with curiosity over the recipient's identity once more, he finds you've returned to doodling on the counter.

"Here they are, 319 white roses," he announces.

There's a blank expression on your face when you look up. Slowly, as recognition dawns upon you, it melts away to something bitter and rough. Its jagged edges dig into his his heart, leaving a paralyzing mix of sadness and longing to wash over him.

And then—

"Thank you," you say, and take the flowers off his hand.

His hand twitches, yearning for the camera he still keeps in his backpack, for the days where he feels like memorializing something instead. Lovely is the only word he has to describe you as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ears and pull the bouquet close with a faint smile.

Then, you close your eyes, and you inhale deeply. Once more, you are somewhere else—somewhere far, somewhere he can't reach.

"Ah, sorry." You crack one eye open. Now, the bouquet is clutched against your chest, but your sadness remains. "I guess I'm a bit nervous. I don't know if he'll like the flowers."

He? From some far corner of his mind, he recalls the image of your guardian. A tall man, with long silver hair and a pleasant, but guarded expression. Cael, he thinks is the name.

"For your guardian?" Alkaid inquires.

Your smile drops entirely at the mention of your guardian. A complicated series of emotions flash in your gaze, soon averted to one of the potted plants at the display. Scratching your cheek, you offer him a polite laugh.

Today, only some of your nails are a plain black. The rest remain bare.

"No, it's not for Cael." You answer carefully. "Actually—"

Looking down at the flowers, you take a deep breath. When next you speak, your voice has reclaimed the softness it'd shown him earlier—your searching gaze as well. You leave him with the truth, imparting it onto him like a mischievous secret.

"There's someone I'd like to ask out."

His stomach drops, and you leave him with the memory of lovelorn smile, forever imprinted behind his eyelids.

"I hope he says yes."

[3:00 PM] you: Alkaid, do you have any plans tonight?

[3:17 PM] alkaid: No, I'm free

[3:21 PM] alkaid: Did something happen?

[3:22 PM] you:

[3:22 PM] you: I haven't asked him out yet. Gonna do it soon

[3:23 PM] you: All of my other friends are busy rn.

[3:24 PM] you: Is it okay if I stop by after you close up shop?

[3:24 PM] you: I'd want to talk to someone about it

[4:31 PM] alkaid: Of course

SOMEHOW, ALKAID MANAGES TO GET through the rest of the day.

His heart is held together haphazardly with duct tape and carefully-placed staples, though their efforts are thwarted constantly by a popular refrain (You hardly know him. Of course there's someone else.), and he's one stubbed toe away from being reduced to tears, but he manages. Somehow.

He swallows down his what-ifs and maybes and waits, watching the hands on his wristwatch inch ever closer to six in the evening. And eventually, the vaguely promised time arrives.

As he's stepping out from behind the register, a familiar chime echoes cuts through the silence. Alkaid looks up and sees you, dressed still in red and black, your turtleneck and skirt swapped out for a knee-length dress.

"Hi."

The bouquet of white roses—held in both hands, a stark contrast to the black leather jacket you're wearing—covers up its neckline. You smile sheepishly at him, pulling at the mesh of your bright red skirt to mimic a curtsy.

You're beautiful. Even the flowers surrounding them pale in comparison. Even the aurora they'd seen together pales in comparison. You rob him of his breath and leave gasping for a reprieve, but so long as he keeps his memory in even the smallest capacity, that's simply impossible.

The familiar knife called jealousy stabs into his heart, leaving him keenly aware of his longing. He averts his gaze, but the damage has already been done. You are beautiful, and he has waited years to see you.

"Hi." Alkaid swallows uncomfortably, as the sound of your footsteps draws closer. In a panic, his hands brace themselves against the edge of the counter. "Was something wrong with the flowers? I thought—"

A mysterious expression sits upon your features when you pull his gaze onto you, seemingly oblivious to your magnetic power.

With a deep breath, you thrust the flowers at him, knuckles brushing against his chest. You pull back for a moment, taking your flowers with you, and the soft coral of your blush makes it difficult to discern whether you find yourself a victim the of same scarlet blooming across his cheeks.

"That's—" You cough politely. There's a heart-shaped pendant dangling from your golden necklace. The dress is either strapless or your jacket has covered up the straps. "—what I'm here to find out."

Alkaid tilts his head. His confused gaze darts across his surroundings and stops at the glass window of the store's display, thinking perhaps that your mystery boy might be outside. But while the streets are not barren, there is no one outside his store.

You say his name in the same way you told him your secret. Like it's something precious. Like it's something you love. And the truth begins to settle into his bones with a finality that deafens the half-coherent puzzle pieces he's been trying to fit together—he is the only one you could possibly ask out in this empty store.

He has no choice but to look back. At you, and the bouquet you're offering him.

"Would you like to go to the movies with me?"

AND THAT IS HOW HE finds himself with the beginnings of a bruise forming on his lip. He doesn't mind, not when the sting he feels as he wets his lip reminds him that this is not, in fact, a dream (It feels like it though, he thinks), nor a fantasy.

"You...you don't have a girlfriend, do you? It's been a while since then..."

You rub your arm lightly, muttering about something he can't understand, and what else is Alkaid meant to do but take your hand? He squeezes it gently, tickled to find that he can return the favor for all the times you've stolen his breath away.

Your lips part slightly, but whatever you hoped to say does not leave the confines of your mysterious mind. Instead, you draw some of your hair from both sides over your flushed cheeks.

"Nothing like that," he reassures, smiling gently at you. "I'm just surprised. I didn't realize you were talking about me."

"That's a reli—what." In a single moment, your voice goes from girlishly breathless to an irritated flat. Releasing your hair, you blink uncomprehendingly at him. "How?"

Watching you descend into another muttered ramble, Alkaid shrugs. "If you'd still like that date..."

You whip your head in his direction. "Then it's a date!"

The first time he met you, it was when you had fished out of the snow and offered him a warm drink to fight off the cold. They had talked about miscellaneous things, from your half-hearted desire to request a camera for your birthday to who could make the better model between them both.

And back then, he had thought to himself that there was no sound more beautiful than your laugh.

Almost four years after the fact, as he watches you giggle, Alkaid can confidently say his past self had the right idea. Such a specific title leaves him with room to declare your follow-up smile to be just as breathtaking.

[elphiej]

Be My Light - Chapter 10: An Act of Trust

*Genre: Mafia, Angst, Slow burn, eventual smut

*Warnings: Mentions of drugs, language, anxiety

Authors Note: How has it been so long? It's been a bit of a tough time but I have returned to my happy place. I hope you enjoy this look into the Magic Shop. I copy and paste the Tag List, so for those who no longer wish to be in it, I completely understand. Please just message me and I'll remove you. For any new interested readers who would like to be apart of the Tag List, same thing. Please just be patient with me. I'm on new any depressants and will be trying my very best to keep up with this. No matter what, I will never stop this fic and I will try my best to make any wait worth it. Feel free to drop a like, comment, or anything. Also posted on AO3 under the same name, Enjoy!

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Chapter 10: An Act of Trust.

            This is incredible, you found yourself repeating as you followed Taehyung through the Magic Shop.

            The mansion was the prime example of the phrase ‘never judge a book by its cover’. Though, if you were being completely honest, Bangtan had shown many examples of that phrase the more you were around them. Where the outside of the Magic Shop was foreboding, broken, and cold, the inside was warm, modern, and inviting. And so well maintained. For a group of young men, the place was immaculate. You thought back to when Jin and Jungkook had cleaned your apartment on the first night and decided that you really shouldn’t be surprised. As you looked about the passing rooms, they were beautifully decorated in a modern style that really complimented everyone and the structure.

            Taehyung had, first, led you down the spiral staircase under the front foyer into what you assumed were the old service areas. Now, it was an expansive garage lined with a vast variety of vehicles. You recognized the truck that Jin had driven you home in, the silver sports car that Taehyung had picked you up in that first day, and the town car that you had just been in. Heuning Kai waved at the two of you from his place by the town car, polishing it to look as new. You looked down the rows in awe. As you took in the fleet of cars, you started to understand that you had vastly underestimated how much money Bangtan must have had. But were all of these bought or were they spoils of the job? Or were some of them stolen? You were really trying not to think so poorly of your hosts, but could it really be helped?

            “Nice, huh?” Taehyung crossed his arms with pride as he leaned against a very nice looking black two-door car. He nodded over towards the familiar pickup truck. “That was the first truck we bought back in the early days. We lived off of cheap ramen and stolen veggies, but it was worth it. Jin put a lot of hardware into it over the years. He stayed up a lot of nights reading mechanic books to make it work for us. Now we’re able to hire mechanics who will follow whatever design and dream he can think up to help us. Like bulletproof glass and exteriors, homing beacons, storage and seats that fold down so we can use the space for anything. They, even, have this feature that sends an alert to all of our phones if the vehicle’s ever in an accident so we can get to each other.”

            “I suppose Jin thought of everything, didn’t he?”

            “Yeah,” Taehyung smiled a huge boxy grin. “Jin-hyung is all about keeping us safe. He’s like the mom of our family. He’s always taken such good care of us.”

            As your eyes roamed across the row of vehicles, your eyes caught sight of a sleek, black motorcycle in the farthest corner of the garage. You had always wanted to ride on one ever since one of Amber’s friends came by the hospital to show his new one off. But you had always been too scared to ask to ride along; working in the ER would do that to a person.

            “Like that? That’s Jungkookie’s, He always wanted one. And Yoongi-hyung and Jiminie bought it for him as a graduation present to encourage him to finish school. He was so excited when he went to go pick it out. It’s his favorite thing. Seems like you like it too. I’m sure if you ask him, he’d take you on a ride. As long as he doesn’t combust from shyness. I’d suggest you wait until you’ve been around him more before you ask him.”

            “Oh no,” you said, turning back towards Tae. “I don’t think that would be very smart. Do you know how many cases in my ER are from motorcycle accidents? I wouldn’t dream of it.” You were sure by the look on Taehyung’s face that he could hear the disappointment in your tone as you tried to fool yourself.

            He smiled. “You know that is the same argument that Jin-hyung said when it was brought home. But I know I have a picture of them riding on it together.”

            Taehyung, then, led you out of the garage. As you ascended the spiral stairs back into the front foyer, you were taken down the hallway where Namjoon had appeared towards the kitchen. The hallway was lined with what looked like framed family portraits of Bangtan throughout the years. There were some of them all together dressed all nice, and a few of them in random units posed in fun ways. It was interesting to see how they grew and changed over the years. But it was, also, sad to see how young they were. You paused in front of what appeared to be their first family photo. Where the other photos were in suits or business casual attire, their first picture looked as if they had watched too many hip-hop music videos. Dressed in fake basketball jerseys and hats, or in layered phony designer shirts and too much eyeliner, they looks so young and inexperienced. You almost didn’t recognize Namjoon with his crazy hair and dark glasses, or Jimin with his very tanned skin and shaggy black hair. And Jungkook looked like he had barely started puberty with his round doe-eyes. It really made you wonder what could cause such young kids to turn to gang life. Yoongi and Namjoon you understood since Yoongi had explained his side to you. But were all their stories the same? You had to figure out how to ask them.

       The kitchen looked like it belonged to a showroom with top-of-the-line appliances set against stunning marble counter tops. You imagined this is what a world class chef would want. It was beyond clean and spacious with a large capacity refrigerator and freezer, a fully stocked wine cabinet that almost reached the ceiling, a huge stove and dual ovens, and a large island that could be used for anything. Off the main part, set against a large set of windows that overlooked a courtyard in the middle of the Magic Shop, was a cozy breakfast nook and a fully stocked coffee bar that could meet the needs of the pickiest of coffee drinkers. There were a few different machines for different types of coffee, syrups, stirrers, and different sugars. The enticing smell of whatever Namjoon had made still permeated the room.

            The only thing that was missing was the staff to man such a space. Perhaps they had the morning off?

            Taehyung opened up the fully stocked cabinets, pantry, and fridge to show off their contents and told you to that you would help yourself to anything whenever you wanted.

            “We always make extra so you can have whatever. Or, if you would rather cook something for yourself, by all means. But since one of us will be with you, we may offer to do it.”

            “You all cook?” You remembered the amount of food Jin had ordered the first night for you and figured that’s what they did regularly.

            “Some of us do,” he remarked with a shrug. “Namjoon-hyung can only really make coffee. And my skills are a bit limited. But the others are really good at it. We always leave leftovers if we are out late on missions for the other. We try to have family dinner when we are all together. And we talked about letting you come too, since you’ll be here for a while. If you want, that is. But trust me, you’re gonna want to.”

            “So, you make your own food? I would expect a place like this would come with a fleet of cooks since you all would be…busy.”

            Taehyung laughed. “You would think so. But we are pretty self-sufficient. Other than our hired Army, we don’t really have a staff full time. I mean, there are two mechanics that come to tune up the cars every month, a couple ladies who come in to do a deep clean every three months or so, and Jin brings in a couple helpers once in a while when he’s stuck in whatever he’s working on. But that’s only a very few very trusted people. They’re all older locals though who we’ve helped over the years, so we know they won’t betray us. It’s just safer if we keep it low. When we bring in new people, it’s blind like how we did with you. Not that we don’t trust you. I mean…” Taehyung started trying to figure out how to better explain it.

            “It’s alright. I understand. I am a stranger to you guys. Despite how many card games I’ve beat you at or coffee dates you take me on.” You smiled as your little joke seemed to ease the tension. “It makes sense really. It’s better to be cautious. If anything happens to me, I wouldn’t be able to say anything even if I could.”

            “Hey,” Tae brought his hand to your shoulder, face very serious, “nothing is going to hurt you here. I trust you. Call it my superpower, but I can read people really well. All the years on the street do that to a person. You are a good person. Otherwise, we would have blindfolded you before you stepped out of the car. Everyone agreed to welcome you in our home not just because of all you’ve done for Hyung. We could have just set you up in a safe house if I thought you were up to something.”

            You were sure he was being genuine with you. He did seem like he was going very beyond the bare minimum he needed to do had it been some other person. You knew he was trying to make you feel safe and comfortable in this whole situation. They were doing so much for you, you just needed to allow yourself to relax and not think about all the other things. You tried to ignore the dark cloud that kept coming up the second you started to forget their profession and focus on the person.

            From the kitchen, you were lead to the outside courtyard. It must have been intended to be a beautiful event space in its conception. There were moss covered statues, an elegant fountain surrounded by ivy covered iron benches, and beautiful plants that brought so much color to the space. Above, there was a façade that looked like a tapered roof covered in ripped tarps that Tae explained let in a lot of light and rain but kept anyone or thing from seeing inside. Bangtan had really thought of everything to keep the Magic Shop secret. Across the courtyard and through another door, you were shown an impressive gym with an attached studio that Taehyung explained was used for combat training, dance practice, or anything they wanted. Next to that was a shower, steam room, and a large indoor swimming pool. All of which was fair game for you to use if you wanted to.

            After that, the excited man showed you what he deemed ‘the living space’. Up the stairs to the second floor, there was a massive formal dining room, a small library that you really wanted to explore, a small infirmary, a game room, and some office used for whatever they wanted to work on privately. He pointed to another staircase and mentioned that some of their bedrooms were up on the third floor and so were Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s personal workspaces. Jin’s workspace was in the basement, while Jungkook’s room and personal gaming room was on the attic floor with Taehyung’s art studio. There was so much space in this house that you began to wonder if there was a map so you wouldn’t get lost. Before you could try to remember how to get back to the last room, you found yourself in an expansive living room. You figured this may be where you’d be spending a majority of your time. The room was open design with a massive L-shaped couch that seemed like it could fit more than seven, sleek coffee tables, two elegant armchairs with oversized ottomans, and a few beanbag chairs stacked in a corner. Mounted to the wall was a huge flat screen television and on either side of it where towering shelves full of movies, tv series, music, and video games to last a lifetime. There were multiple gaming consoles stacked neatly on top. And on the far wall, there was a small mini fridge, a cupboard with snacks, and a small bar. It was homely and comfortable.

            “We spend a lot of our down time together in here,” Taehyung said, smiling at your awed expression. “It’s probably one of my favorite rooms, besides my bedroom.”

            “I can see why. It has pretty much everything in here. It’s bigger than my apartment. Well, this house is so large it’s a wonder how you can find anyone in here. I still haven’t seen Jimin, Jungkook, or Jin. I feel like I could walk right past them in here and never know it.”

            “Well, Jin is on the basement level working on something. We won’t need to go down there. There is nothing there that’d interest you. Honestly, it’s a bit more confusing to get down there anyway so just try to stay on the first two floors. But. he’ll come up for lunch in a while. Since I didn’t see Jungkook in here or the gym, my guess is that he is probably still in his room. He was up late last night playing video games and is most likely still sleeping. But if ever in doubt, always start looking for him in the gym or where his games are. As for Jimin, I’m not sure where he is. He was excited for you to come to the Magic Shop. I thought he would meet us in the front or outside. That was his plan anyway. Something might have come up. I’m sure we’ll see him at lunch. Oh yeah, there’s someone else I want you to meet. Now, where is he?”

            Suddenly, while you were distracted by some of the framed, less staged photos on the wall, something small and fuzzy ran across your foot. You shrieked and it took everything in your body to keep from kicking at whatever it was as you fell back into one of the armchairs. Taehyung let out a loud laugh that filled the space and had him holding his sides.

            “Tannie! There’s my baby boy.” You turned over the chair to watch him stoop over and pick up a small black and brown Pomeranian puppy. The puppy yipped happily and gave his owner sloppy kisses that Tae returned. “I was wondering where you had gotten off too. Such a silly boy. You shouldn’t scare our guest like that. She’s a nice girl, the one I told you about. Say you’re sorry.”          

            The puppy let out a big yawn. You weren’t sure if that was the apology Taehyung was expecting.

            “Sorry, I didn’t mean to react like that. I’ve been a bit jumpier than usual. I wasn’t expecting such a tiny thing to come running at me. You guys never mentioned that you had a dog.”

            “I didn’t? That doesn’t sound like me. I could have sworn I had talked about him a few times back in the hospital.” If you were honest, he might have. But there were plenty of times when you were fighting your many battles about trusting them that you tuned out most of the conversations. “This is Yeontan. He’s only eight months old. You don’t mind dogs, do you?”

            “No, I like all animals. He’s very cute,” you pushed off from the chair and stepped a bit closer. When Taehyung held the small dog out to you, you reached over and lightly scratched him behind his fuzzy ear. Yeontan let out a happy noise and licked your hand. You laugh a bit. “He’s so sweet. But I’ll be honest. I would never have suspected someone like you to have such a tiny dog.”

            “Oh, sure. I get that. Jungkookie keeps saying we should get a Doberman as a guard dog. That would definitely fit our image better. But I could never replace Tannie. He’s all mine.” Taehyung hugged the puppy close, and it warmed your heart. “I’ve always wanted a little dog ever since I was a kid. But a bad home life made it difficult. But all the guys pulled together and helped me get this little guy as a present. And I sold a few pieces in order to save up for classes so I could better take care of him. I wanted to be the best owner for him.”

            The way that Taehyung spoke and interacted with the dog was such a juxtaposition to the wicked mafia persona you had figured hid beneath. It was so cute that you could only wonder if someone would ever treat you with the same amount of affection. Had you not known about that side of his life, you’d swear he was just this lovable guy with a large heart. Though, something he had said gave you pause.

            “Save up? I feel like you all have more money than I can even imagine. I mean,” you made a grand gesture to the room, “why would you need to save up for anything?”

            “I’m sure it seems that way. Sure, we’re pretty well off. But when we first started, we were so poor, we didn’t have enough money to eat. We stole from the gas station just to eat once a day. And when we started out, we were nobodies, so it wasn’t like we were making anything. Whatever we did earn from gang activities went to important things like medicine and renting a room for the night, so we didn’t have to sleep on the street. Then, it went towards necessities, like weapons for protection or clothes so we wouldn’t freeze in the winter. Or bail when we got caught by the police. So, to ensure we would be able to make it and not be picked off by the other gangs, we got day jobs. Namjoon worked the gas station we stole from to make it up to the old man who owned it, Yoongi-hyung was a delivery boy, and Hobi-hyung and Jimin worked at a dance studio. Kookie and I found ways to help. The only one who had any money was Jin-hyung. His family was loaded. When I first met Jin-hyung, before I met the others, he was a student, and I was a street kid just trying not to go home. I saw him at a bus stop I used to tag all the time. He said my work was cool and just like a puppy, I started hanging around him. He fed me and even tried to teach me what he was learning since I dropped out. Then we met the others and Jin-hyung was using his money to help us. But when his father learned who he was hanging around, he cut him off. Until he was able to black mail his father.”

            “But,” Taehyung continued, seeing how off topic he was getting, “the point was, we always had other ways to get money that weren’t gang related. Even now, as big as we are, we still have little side jobs we do. It breaks up the monotony and gives us a little bit of an escape. What we earn from gang activities belongs to Bangtan; the upkeep of the house, paying Army, hospital bills, and our equipment. Anything we earn from our side hustle is ours for our own pleasure. That dance studio that Jimin and Hobi-hyung worked at, they now own. Jungkookie competes in videogame competitions and films himself playing games on the internet. Jin continues his family business, without his actual family. And Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung did music underground back in the day before all the gang stuff, and they still do. They write and produce demos and sell them. You’ve probably heard a few of their stuff. And we all help them sometimes. We joke that if we weren’t in this line of work, we’d probably be a world-renowned band. Funny huh?”

            Wow, you thought as you tried to process what he had just told you. There is so much more to these guys than I thought. How can they be this down to earth?

            “And what do you do?”

            “I told you that I used to be a street artist, right? Nothing too special; just tagging and doing funny graffiti. But the others really inspired me to keep going. Hell, Namjoon got arrested with me when I was attempting to improve some offensive street art someone left outside one of our favorite places just because he wanted to see me improve myself. Now, I’ve moved to a bunch of different mediums; I’ve tried charcoal, photography, drawing, and painting. I took all of those pictures,” he said pointing to the walls. “It’s pretty easy to find a muse when you have a great support system. Here let me show you some of my pieces.” He took your hand and led you out of the living room with a bounce in his step.

            He took you up the stairs and to his art room. You were fairly positive that this was not supposed to be part of the tour since this was where their more private spaces were. But the look on Tae’s face when he showed you his art room was enough to show you that he was very excited to show off his work to you. The room had hardwood floors and walls covered with different sizes of framed pictures of different famous artists that he admired. The room was loaded with supplies like stacks of canvases, drawing supplies and paints, different cameras, and drop clothes to protect the floor. There was a small couch and chairs that you recognized from some of the family portraits. He went over to a desk and grabbed a book. It was labeled Vante, which you remember used to be his street artist name before he shortened it to V for his gang related work. He flipped through the book and handed it to you when he found what he was looking for. There were pictures of different art pieces he had made. Each page had photos of the progression and the finished product with handwritten notes next to it as to when it was sold and for how much. The numbers made your eyes widen. There were things that you would expect to see in a museum. You were speech-less.

            He grabbed your hand once again and led you out of the studio and into the hallway. There were some more pieces hanging throughout the hallways, those he wouldn’t part with. There was one that was so breathtaking; it was a black and gray background, with a single light source from up center. In the center of the spotlight was a dancer clad in white, whose body was carved through shadows and face shown pale in the light, eyes closed in a serene way as if he was lost in the music you couldn’t hear. His arm was extended up to the light like a ballet dancer, so graceful. His hair, a steely blue, and the gathering shadows accentuate his sharp yet delicate features. And the more you looked at it, the more you began to realize that you had seen this person before.

            It was Jimin.

            As you were led to more art pieces, you started to realize that Taehyung had used Bangtan in many of them. They were breath taking. Not only were they all so good-looking, but the way Taehyung painted or photographed them made them look otherworldly. Near the end of a staircase that would lead to the top floor back to the floor some of their bedrooms could be found on, you found yourself stopped in front of what you came to realize was your favorite. It was a black and white photo made to look like a painting. There were seven people in front of a white background that looked like hands reaching out for each other. Five of the seven were leaning on each other, hunched over in a dramatic way. In the center were the final two, both with their arm up, one reaching for the sky and the other grasping the first wrist afraid to slip and let go. It was so simple yet complex, so artistic. You weren’t sure how long you were staring at it until Taehyung’s voice cut through your thoughts.

            “I was commissioned to make this for someone. But when it was done, I couldn’t part with it. The others loved it too. They hated that I was supposed to sell it to someone who wouldn’t understand it. So, Yoongi-hyung paid the commissioner for it, three times what he was going to pay me for it. Said he didn’t care how much the man wanted for it. It meant so much to us that it was priceless. Yoongi-hyung says it’s his favorite. I think it’s yours too.”

            “It’s so beautiful. You are truly an amazing artist.”

            “I have some great muses.”

            Taehyung and you stood there in silence a bit more before the silence was broken by someone coming out of one of the rooms. It was Hoseok. He looked a bit disheveled and breathless as if he had just run a mile, hair no longer sleek and tidy. He closed the door softly and turned with a grin, licking his lips in some sort of victory. He clapped his hands together and started down the hall with a hop in his step.

            He froze when he saw the two of you looking at him. “Umm...” he started nervously, “what are you two doing up here?”

            Oh right, I’m probably not meant to be up here. That’s why he’s confused. You turned your eyes back to the floor and your shoulders started to hunch. You didn’t want to intrude on their space. You were just following Taehyung and thought it was okay. But it would seem like not everyone was alright with his idea.

            Tae noticed the change in your posture and was having none of that, especially after he worked so hard to get you out of your shell to begin with. “I told you I was going to show her around the house. I was showing Y/N some of my artwork in my studio and figured I would show off the good ones. She really likes this one. I can’t say I blame her.”

            Hobi looked over at the painting. “Oh yeah, it is pretty. But don’t you have a copy of it in your phone you could have shown her? I thought we were just gonna keep it to the ground floors until Namjoon-.”

            “I’m sorry,” you said, arms wrapping around yourself in a nervous way. “I’m not trying to intrude. I wouldn’t have come up here unless Taehyung had brought me.”

            Hoseok noticed the way your hand clenched at your clothes and how you didn’t look at him in the face. And suddenly, he felt bad. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised. We normally don’t have people up here. I wasn’t expecting you. I don’t care if you come up here. Just as long as you don’t go into any rooms without permission.”

            “Well, of course she won’t, hyung. You see how nervous she is just at the thought of intruding. I just didn’t want her sitting in one room all day. Jeez, she’ll probably be hanging on the first two floors anyways. That’s where all the fun is.”

            Hobi threw his hands up in defeat. “Alright, Taehyungie, I get it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Y/N, I’m sorry. I was just surprised. It’s been a long morning.” You nodded your head in confirmation.

            “Now to a better point. What were you doing?” Taehyung fixed his hyung with an accusing look and a smirk from behind you. As if I can’t guess.

            Hobi frowned back at Taehyung before pushing his hand through his hair to tidy himself back up. “I was making sure Hyung went to rest and not back to work. You know how Yoongi-hyung can be when he’s away from his screens. He took some convincing but he’s asleep now in his room. And I,” he fished a key from the pocket of his jeans, “stole the key to the Genius Lab so he won’t be tempted to sneak in and work. He should be out for a few hours. He may skip lunch for now, but I’ll make sure he eats before he needs to have his next dosage for you.” He smiled brightly at you. “So, what do you think of the Magic Shop?”

            “It’s incredible. You guys must have really worked hard to make it so beautiful.”

            “Yeah, it took a few years to get right. But it’s been such a great sanctuary for us. Tell you what, I need to go into town for a bit. I’m sure Taehyung has told you about the dance studio if he’s showing off all his side work. I need to pick up Jimin. He apparently was called in this morning to help with some minor things but he’s not feeling too well to drive back alone. But when I get home, I’ll show you something we’ve been working on with the kids in our class. It’s really fun. Then we can all have lunch.” Hobi moved past you two, making sure to greet Tannie with a series of silly voices and pets.

            Taehyung gave his hyung a confused look. “Is Minnie okay?”

            “Yeah, he’s fine. It’s just about the end of the month. I’m sure he’s gonna try to push it off again.” Realization dawned on Taehyung and he smacked his head for overlooking it with everything going on. You didn’t ask what they meant since it really wasn’t your business. Perhaps it was just some stress related thing that focused on his time of the month. You were sure with everything going on, Bangtan must push themselves too far and that leads to poor health. If Jimin was sick, you would be happy to check him out since you were there to be an in-home care. It would give you something else to focus on. The two said goodbye and Hobi dashed down the stairs.

            “Come on, let’s take Tannie out in the courtyard and I’ll show you some more of pieces on the way.

            You happily followed him, chasing after the positive feeling you had earlier. Your anxieties had been growing more difficult to contain. It must be because you weren’t taking your medicine. You were hoping Dr. Na would have been helpful in finding out what it was so you could get back on track. But with everything that happened back at the hospital, you hadn’t been so lucky. You didn’t even turn in the script he had given you for a mild antianxiety medication to take in its place because you were still so mad at him and hurt. And yet, here you were with the people who ruined him for you, acting like they were your friend. All these feelings and emotions were confusing.

            As you arrived back on the second floor and at the landing of the familiar staircase, you both could hear someone walking around, pacing by the sounds of it. At first, you thought it was Hoseok again, but Namjoon’s voice could be heard just a harsh whisper. Whoever he was talking to, he was not happy about something.

            “I can’t believe you are trying to blow me off right now. How is that fair? My family needs security. Didn’t you say it would only take you a few hours? I know I got the dates mixed up but that shouldn’t matter to you. If you haven’t noticed, my family’s been in a bit of chaos recently and you were supposed to help ease some of my tension with information. At least tell me what you do have. What do you mean you aren’t done with your initial check? Why isn’t it done? I’m sure you’re busy, but you owe me!” The closer the two of you got to the stairs, the more you could pick up the frustration in Namjoon’s voice. He walked from a hallway near the bottom of the stairs, phone raised to his ear. He had changed from his morning clothes into a pair of jeans and a blue sweater, something more presentable. He didn’t seem aware of the two of you, so engrossed with his conversation. His eyes were narrow behind his glasses. He was agitated in a way you hadn’t seen since he saved you from Choi the first time. And you were not a fan of seeing him angry. “You said you’d come today and now you’re flaking out on me when I need you? That’s really great, Jackson. No, I am not overreacting. I trusted my gut to a point, but I need hard facts here. I needed them yesterday. Just go with it? Jackson, they’re in my house now, and you’re telling me to go with it?! No, two days is not okay! Don’t make me chase you down, you son of a bitch.” He let out a growl that didn’t fit with his current image. Taehyung didn’t like how mad his leader was getting. The younger knew full well what Namjoon was so angry about and he wished he hadn’t used a flighty character like Jackson to do something Tae could have easily done. But he knew that Namjoon needed an outsider’s opinion. “Fucking fine, how long? You better be here in two days or so help me…,” he let the person on the other end of the phone fill in the blank before he ended the call with a huff.

            Taehyung took the opportunity to clear his throat to announce your presence, which startled Joon more than he would have liked. It took him a second before he let his emotions slip back behind the mask of a calm leader you had come to expect. You were aware that Tae was standing closer to you than before, like he was securing your place next to him.

            “Everything ok, hyung?”

            “Yeah, sorry, didn’t see you there. How much did you hear?”

            “Just you getting mad. But don’t worry, it’s all good.” You gather that Taehyung knew exactly what Namjoon was wanting from this Jackson person but didn’t want to explain it to you. He grabbed your hand with his free one and pulled you down the stairs. “Y/N got to meet Tannie. We know how much he doesn’t like new people and, guess what, he likes her. How great is that? He never likes people other than you guys so quickly. He must know she’s a good person.”

            You weren’t sure what else that was supposed mean, but it made the wheels in Namjoon’s head start to turn. Was that conversation about you? Did he not trust you in his home? Then why had they discussed bringing you here? He had hesitated back when Taehyung had mentioned showing you around the house. You knew they wanted to be careful, but wasn’t it their idea to bring you in? Why would he be so concerned now? You remember that he was supposed to talk to you about it before bringing you here but had forgotten. Was it more than just easing you into this that he wanted to talk about? Maybe this was a mistake? Or were you just overthinking things again?

            “Well, I’m taking Y/N to the courtyard. Don’t let Jackson mess you up. You’re smarter than him anyways. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

            You started to follow Taehyung back down the hall. As you passed, you could tell that Namjoon was struggling with something. If it was about you, you wanted to tell him that you would do whatever made them more comfortable, even if that meant staying in one place like you wanted to with Hoseok. But Taehyung took your hand again and gave it a squeeze, like he knew you were overthinking things again. “Wait a second,” Namjoon said, voice sounding like he had come to a firm decision.

            The two of you stopped and looked back at Bangtan’s leader. He took a deep breath. “Y/N, I’m glad you’re here. And I mean it when I say welcome to our home. This is a bit new for us but considering the circumstances, this is the best option. Jin and I had been talking before about what happens when you come here, and both agree that we want you to be comfortable and not worried about anything. So, that being said, we came to an agreement about something very important. And I’ll let you decide what happens here. I know you said you want us to keep the darker side of our work away from you, and we have tried to respect that as much as possible. Being in our home may make that a bit more challenging. But we are still willing to do that if you want us to. But if you want, this may make being here a whole lot easier and may clear up some of those hesitations about us you may have,”

            You were willing to listen to what he had to say. “What is it?”

            “Yeah, hyung,” Taehyung said, tentatively, unsure of where this was going. “What do you mean? I don’t think we’ve talked about whatever this is.”

            “We haven’t Tae. But Jin-hyung and I talked about it before and based on some gut feelings, this may be for the best for everyone. But it ultimately falls on Y/N to decide. Jin would like to say ‘hello’ to you. He’s in his lab.”

            “Lab?” You had heard them mention a lab many times but you didn’t think that’s what it was. But by the way that Taehyung reacted to and, and how he had mentioned how you wouldn’t want to go down there, made you realize this was more than that.

            “Namjoon-hyung, are you sure about that?”

            He waved Taehyung off. “Like I said, this may make things for you much easier to understand and take some fear of us away. But if you prefer, we can just ignore it fully. But if you are willing, Jin-hyung would like to show you something in his lab. Jin-hyung does a lot of research and is working on something very important that may change how you see us. But it’s important. But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand, and we’ll keep pretending like nothing has changed. I give you control.”

            You hadn’t had much control over the life you could remember. Leaving your ex and choosing to help Bangtan was really the first taste of control you had, and it was still scary. Maybe being in the dark was a good option. But them allowing you to have a say really meant a lot to you. The fear of what you would find out started to be outweighed by the prospect of clarity. But what if they were wrong? Was it better to stay in the dark? You started to wring your hands together. You had already started to change your view of them since Yoongi had talked about his past and Taehyung had showed you things you would have never thought you’d come to see from them. Was that enough to trust that Namjoon was doing what he thought was best? Looking into his eyes, you saw only patience as he allowed you time to process all the thoughts and feelings.

            You took a deep breath. “I hope this goes the way you planned.”

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            As you followed in step behind Namjoon and Taehyung, with Yeontan held comfortably in the younger’s hand, in a darkened tunnel, you were really hoping that this would go the way Namjoon had hoped. They had taken you from the front foyer where you had started and down the same hall that led to the kitchen. You had been so had been so distracted by the pictures on the wall that you hadn’t noticed that there was an arched door to the left just before you reached the end of the hall. Namjoon pressed his thumb against a scanner on the doorknob and the sound of multiple heavy locks snapped open echoed against the walls. The door swung open to a granite stairway that was dimly lit. Namjoon had explained that this used to take guests down to the old train platform before they renovated it. When they had first taken residence, it had been so ill-kempt and dilapidated that they worried the tunnels would collapse. Most of the platforms and tunnels had been sealed and closed off. And a few that were in good condition were converted into something useful. But the biggest had been designated as Jin’s personal work area. At the bottom of the staircase, you could see the old remnants of the old train tunnels and platforms. The tunnel was dimly lit but you could still see the curve of the arched ceiling, the old support beams, the drop off from the platform to the old rail ways. Claustrophobia started to tighten its fingers around your throat, and your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag in some way to ground yourself. You were sure that anyone who had stumbled into here would have found it abandoned and unsafe. Which, in hindsight, was probably what Bangtan wanted. But you reminded yourself that they wouldn’t put you in danger. And this was supposed to help you.

            Ahead of you, Taehyung and Namjoon were whispering to each other. You were trying not to eavesdrop, but you did catch that Tae seemed worried about this plan. At least he was trying to keep his promise to you and keep you away from things like this. You really did appreciate that and found yourself believing that he really was your friend here. This was a very big deviation from the plan that the two of you had agreed upon a few weeks ago. But something in the way that you caught Namjoon’s plea for the younger to trust him made you want to believe that this was to make everything better. You understood that this was a very big step for them and something that would probably never be taken into consideration. So, this had mean more than you anticipated. You didn’t want to try to imagine what you were being led to. Could it be a scare tactic to make sure you didn’t talk, or something to bribe you? Neither of those fit with the way that Namjoon had presented the option to come down here and you wanted to believe that Taehyung wouldn’t allow it. You took a deep breath to try to refocus your mind on anything else.

            After a bit, as you started to wonder if there was ever an end to this dark tunnel, you could just make out the bricked-up wall that blocked the rest of the way. It was a dead-end, complete with road blockers covered in an inch of dust, caution tape that looked ancient, and crumbling stones. Another façade. Namjoon reached out to one of the broken bricks and pulled it down like it was a lever, which it was, as a door clicked. The door of bricks slid open like some secret passageway in a spy movie revealing a thick wall of steel and a flood of bright light illuminated your shocked face.

            You felt like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole as you stepped from the dark granite onto sterile white tile. How could you still be in the same place? Taehyung had called it a basement workshop and Namjoon had called it a lab, but this was beyond what you could have imagined based on those descriptions. It was like you had stepped into some blockbuster superhero’s hideaway. The lab was large, larger than the pharmaceutical one at Mercy. There seemed to be sections where different projects were being handled. Stainless steel tables were covered with different lab equipment that looked familiar, vials filled with many different liquids and powders, microscopes of varying sizes and usages, chemical analyzers, and centrifuges of the highest quality. On a wall, there were many canisters of different drugs based on the labels you could make out, many of them you had used in the hospital.  Two people in white lab coats were noting some results of something in a petri dish that you were sure you didn’t want to know what it was. Looking behind the amount of lab equipment, there was a small medical area that looked like a walk-in clinic you had visited once before coming to Central. There was an exam table, stretcher, enough emergency medical supplies that made you feel like you were back in the ER. If they had all of this at their disposal, they surely didn’t really need you around. You remembered Jin had once mentioned he had medical training and took care of the others, but you assumed it was first aid training and not actual medical training.

            On the other side of the room, as clean and as well organized as the lab and medical area, was another workshop that was dedicated to all sorts of different tools and weapons of their trade. There were blueprints for a variety of items pinned to a board with notes and arrows all around them. There were multiple wide touch screens with information and numbers, molds and mockups, knives, guns, and other weapons in different ranges of finishes. You could see three or four dummies that looked as if they had been very well used. One had a vest on with bullet holes in it, another had slashes and stab marks that you dared not think about. Further back, there was what appeared to be a small shooting target lined with thick glass that you assumed was bulletproof to protect the workers. There was another person in a white lab coat and goggles who was working intently on piecing together a handgun. And in the very center of the room, sat a huge computer with four different large, active screens, was Jin. He was dressed sharply, as he always was, complete with a stark white lab coat. A pair of round silver glasses slid down his nose as he scribbled something on a notepad while looked at something dissolving in a yellow liquid. He looked like some handsome yet mad scientist at work. The glow of the screens cast a pale pallor on his skin and you could see a tiredness on his drawn features. Whatever he was working on, he must have been at it for a while, or was stressing him out a bit.

            “Did I somehow stumble into the Batcave?”

            “Feels like that sometimes. Jin-hyung’s like the Korean Bruce Wayne isn’t he,” Taehyung laughed.

            “I think he’d prefer Tony Stark,” Namjoon remarked.

            “Aren’t they the same thing,” you asked.

            “I’ll ignore that since you’re cute, Darling,” Jin called out, never looking from the liquid in the beaker in his hand. “But there is a preferrable difference.”

            Yeontan started squirming in Taehyung’s arms until he was placed on the tile and ran to Jin’s side. The tiny puppy jumped, trying to climb up into his lap, crying out for more attention.

            “Aish,” Jin exclaimed, dropping the beaker on the table, thankfully not breaking. “Taehyung why is Yeontan in my lab?! We talked about this.”

            “But he missed his Uncle Jin so much,” Taehyung smirked.

            Jin rolled his eyes as he scooped up the puppy and made his way over to the three of you. He handed the puppy back to Taehyung after scratching the pup’s tiny head. “Just keep an eye on him. I don’t want to think of what he could get into.” He turned his attention to you, flashing you a warm smile. “Welcome to my lab, Y/N. I’m so glad you decided to join us down here. I promise that you won’t regret it. I was hoping to meet you when you first got here but I’ve been quite busy. I trust Taehyung has shown you the house. Though,” he fixed the younger with a sideways glance, “I see he didn’t show you where to put your stuff down and has made you carry it all this way. I know I have taught you better manners than that.”

            “No, he’s been such a good host. I just never set it down. Actually, it’s been nice to hang onto,” you explained, saving Taehyung from whatever tongue lashing he was about to receive. “It gives my nervous hands something to do.”

            “Ah, well, we do know a bit about anxiety and habits here. Do whatever you need to feel comfortable.” He dusted off his hands and slipped his glasses into the top pocket of his lab coat.

            Up close, Jin looked just as amazing as always. Your hands tightened around the strap of your bag again, just to keep from getting overwhelmed. This was going to be a normal occurrence if they were all going to be here with you. His pink hair was combed back from his face as if he had ran his fingers through it many times while working. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a grey sweater vest, dark trousers, and polished shoes. Somehow, he always looked like he was modeling for something. Though, you did notice a bit of bruising peeking out on his collarbone.

            “Are you okay? It looks like you had some issues with CrossFit too.”

            Jin looked at you with a look of utter confusion. “CrossFit?”

            You nodded. “Yes, Namjoon has one too. He said he got it from doing CrossFit with you. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much.”

            Jin’s eye were drawn behind you to his members, who were silently trying to communicate without drawing your attention. Joon was pointing to the mark on his own neck before making a pleading motion with his hands. Taehyung was trying to communicate their intention with his eyes as much as possible.

            “Oh yeah,” Jin said, slowly, realization striking him before he slid back into his trained persona so not to arise any suspicion from you. “CrossFit. Right. Well, you know how it goes. He crossed me so I did what I saw fit.” From behind you, Namjoon seemed to choke on air and Taehyung tried his best to stifle a laugh. You turned around to see what was going on, completely confused and clearly missing something. But Jin turned your attention back to him. “Don’t worry about me, Darling. My perfect skin may be marred for the moment but I will survive. But thank you for your concern.”

            “Well, it is sort of my job. Though based on what I see, you really don’t need me.”

            “Nonsense! You are a professional, and we could definitely use someone with your delicate touch. Whatever you may need, you can just ask. And if I don’t have it, I will get it for you faster than any hospital could. I know many higher ups in all the companies in the country and they would leap at the chance to get in my good graces.”

            Suddenly, a loud bang ricocheted off the wall and made you scream and drop your bag, spilling its contents all over the floor. Bangtan only moved from your scream. Jin’s hands came up to grasp your shoulders, steadying you and trying to reassure you of your safety. He bend down so he was able to look into your eyes and whispered assurances that you were alright. From behind Jin, the young man who had been dealing with the handgun had finished piecing it together and fired a shot at the target. He looked over at you with a surprised look on his face, not realizing someone new was in the room. Taehyung had already crossed the room and snatched the gun from the younger’s hands and stowing it away. He gave Soobin a pointed look that spoke volumes. Namjoon had stoop down to start retrieving your bag. 

            “Soobin,” Jin yelled over his shoulder, “you didn’t think to look up before you shot that? Or at least put a silencer on it?”

            “I’m sorry, sir,” the youth replied. “I’m really sorry ma’am.” He scrambled away from the work bench and over to you all to assist Namjoon in locating all of your items.

            “I’m sorry, Darling, I really didn’t want something to scare you. My intention was to make this less scary for you. Here, come sit over here. Take a deep breath for me. Taehyung, can you go get her some water? Take another deep breath, Darling. Yes, just like that.”

            “This was a mistake,” you said between breaths, alternating between wringing and shaking your hands to try get the tremors to stop. Your voice was cracking as you tried to keep from crying out of sheer panic. “I shouldn’t have agreed to come in here. Why did you think this would be a good idea? What was the point? To scare me into keeping your secrets?

            “Absolutely not. We would never want to put you through that. We trust that you won’t say anything. This was to shed some light on what we’re actually doing here.”

            Taehyung appeared next to you with a bottle of water, which you graciously took and swallowed half the bottle.

            “Hyungs,” he pleaded, “maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. We wanted her to be comfortable and she asked us to hide this part of us as much as possible.”

            “And we did,” Jin agreed. “Y/N, we tried. And it was easier when it was just going from your place to the hospital and back. But with you being in our house, unless we lock you up in the living room, it’s going to be hard for you not to see some aspect of our work. That’s why Joon and I had this conversation. We thought that after all the time we spent making this relationship with you that you’d trust us enough. And we thought if you saw what we are working on down here, it might clear the air and ease some of these anxieties that still plague you. But we’ve taken an unexpected turn. Just try to relax. You’re still shaking.”

            “I wish I had taken Doctor Na’s offer for some new anti-anxiety medication,” you muttered to yourself, remembering his suggestion in the stairwell. You had a feeling your anxieties were just going to get worse.

            You looked over as Namjoon came to the desk with your bag, all its contents gathered back inside. All except a familiar clear bottle. Your old medication that you had forgotten was in there since the night Doctor Na had followed you into the stairwell after you saw the exchange of U4-1A. The familiar want you felt then of wanting to down that last pill in the bottle and escape world came back. But you didn’t take it then, you didn’t need it now. You wanted nothing to do with that past life anymore. Hell, you only wanted to know what it was so you could find an alternative that wouldn’t remind you of Daniel. But the temptation was strong as Namjoon held it out for you.

            “This is yours, right,” he questioned. “I found it rolled under a table. And it doesn’t look like anything Jin-hyung’s been working on.”

            “It’s mine,” you said as you took it from him. “It’s old medication from my ex-…um, I mean, from my accident. I ran out and Doctor Na was trying to figure out what it was since the label’s been lost. But our hospital pharmacy couldn’t identify it. I forgot to clean out my bag with…everything going on.”

            “May I?” Jin held out his hand for the bottle. You shrugged, handing it to him. He dumped the pill into his palm and started to examine it with the same focused intensity as he had earlier. He made a face. “A generic white pill with no discernable characteristics. And you don’t remember its name?”

            “I don’t remember ever hearing it. I started taking it after I woke up from my accident. The nurse or my ex would just bring it to me. And then, Daniel would get it refilled after that since I couldn’t drive. When I came to Central, I only had what was left in the bottle and had to space it out. I haven’t taken it for a couple weeks now. It’s probably why my anxiety is really bad.”

            “I can find out what it is for you. I guarantee I’ll have more success than some basic pharmacist fresh out of school. I’ve some connections I can talk with to help me analyze it. And,” Jin held up a hand to silence the protest you were about to pose, “these connections are not gang related. Before I became estranged from my family, I was the second heir to the largest pharmaceutical company in all the country. Despite my father’s best efforts, I was very friendly and charming with our specialists and made plenty of valuable connections to help me in the future. So, if anyone can figure out what this is, it’s me.”

            You were stunned into silence. You remember him mentioning medical training and about his father pushing for a different career, but you never imagined he was a part of the Kim Pharmaceutical dynasty. Of course, you had heard of them; all the hospitals pharmacies in the city were stocked with their products, and every doctor read their research reports and trail information. They beat out every other company when it came to advancements in health services. And they were close to celebrity status amongst the papers. You recalled overhearing some pharmacy interns at lunch talking about them. They mentioned that the company was ran by the Senior Mr. Kim, who had been married twice after his first wife passed, leaving him with two sons to take over the company in the next few decades. The oldest was always showing up in the papers. And the second son was said to be away at some foreign school. Which, now knowing that Jin was the second son, was much better for their publicity than saying ‘a part of the most notorious drug dealing, ruthless Mafia families’. You remembered that night in your apartment when Jin had mentioned blackmailing his father for access to his assets. And, looking around at the lab, it seemed to have paid off well.

            As you let the information settle in your mind, you realized that your hands had stopped shaking and your breathing had evened back out. They had successfully distracted you from your panic so your mind could recenter. Well, you recalled, they did say that they had experience with anxiety.

            “Come on, Y/N,” Taehyung said, gently, “let’s head back upstairs. We’ll find something normal to distract ourselves until the others are ready for lunch.”

            “Alright,” you said with a deep sigh, “but, before I have another panic attack here, what was so important that I had to come down here? Just tell me. Please.”

            “Ah, of course,” Jin said, reaching over to a drawer and pulling out a small clear container. Inside, you could see several small, heart -shaped, pink tablets, no bigger than a breath mint. You had seen the news, read the papers, heard the doctors talking about it. That was U4-1A, Euphoria. When the first few cases had started coming into your ER, you were told to check and see if they had those heart-shaped pills on them, though you had never seen them. The distinct pink color was, also, a dead giveaway; it was the same color the user’s irises turned when they were high on the addictively deadly substance. The few times you had been in the room with some of the addicts that Doctor Na was working with, you recalled a rose-colored ring on the edges of their eyes that seemed so unnatural. Your stomach twisted at the thought of Henry taking the drug from Namjoon when he was supposed to be helping people. He couldn’t even deny it. “You know what this is?”

            “Why the hell would you show that to me?! I asked for one thing. I could look past some things, try to ignore things. Like I could ignore the amount of money coming and going. I could ignore the weapons, or any other reminders. But I asked specificity for this not be mentioned.”

            “Darling,” Jin chided in an amused tone, “I just asked what this was.”

            “Are you fucking for real? It’s Euphoria…”

            “Wrong,” Jin interrupted as he reached out and tapped you on the nose, completely taking you off guard and disarming you. “This isn’t Euphoria, or U4-1A. This is Euphoric. U4-1C.”

            Never heard of that. “Okay. So, what? It’s a knock off?”

            Jin looked offended. “A knock off. My dear, like me, it’s an original that others fail to compare to. It is the only one of its kind and so important to the work we do here. And before you insinuate, no, it is not what started this addict epidemic. The ones who have that despicable honor are Ji and the Royals. This” he held it up to you again so you could see it was more closely shaped like a triangle, “is my solution to it. For the past five or six years now, I have been secretly working on a counter agent to make that horrid drug obsolete and save the people who either willing or unwilling were made to take it. This is going to be the antidote. It’s not finished fully. I haven’t been able to fully identify the exact formula the Royals use. And it’s not an instant cure. But introducing this to someone going through withdrawals, instead of to induce a sexual release, the addict would just need to exert themselves another way, like exercise or something else that released the pleasure signal in the brain. It takes a lot of time and constant dosing but I’ve gotten it to where after so long it can be tapered off from every day to once a month, and soon only once every other month. I am making a cure. And we pass it out to those in need. That’s what I wanted you to see. That we aren’t the bad guys. Well… at least not for this.”

            You let his words absorb and you felt like you had been doused with cold water. So, when Hwasa cornered Namjoon in the hallway of the hospital and took something from his pocket and mentioned ‘someone will find your kindness absolutely… euphoric’, she was taking an antidote to someone addict to U4-1A? That means…what Namjoon had given Henry, what Henry had used for his patients, what he couldn’t talk about was that he was accepting a possible progressive treatment for the poor souls in the hospital. He was, indeed, a good person. And you had thought the worst of him. Any time he tried to talk to you, you’d run in the other direction. You blocked his number and deleted any trace in your phone. You had thrown away everything because you didn’t want to believe him when he had begged you to trust him. 

            “Oh my god,” was all you could say as your head fell into your hands. “I have made a total ass of myself.” Was there a chance Henry would listen to your apology after all of that?

            “You see,” Taehyung said, “I told you we knew the damage Euphoria does to people. We’ve been trying to fight this.”

            “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Like that night in the car?”       

            “It’s still a work in progress and a secret,” Namjoon said. “Only a few gangs that have proven trustworthy know we supply it. And they distribute it within their own territory. Or, in the case of your doctor friend, those who did us a great service. We did intimidate him into silence. Which was what you must have seen. Can’t say I blame you for what you thought based on what it looked like. He’d get more if he stayed silent. We don’t want our name attached to it just yet. The Royals already want us dead based on our past with them and our part in the Great War. If they knew what Jin-hyung was doing, it would a bigger target on our backs. But once it’s completely finished, then we’ll openly distribute it to the hospitals and clinics. But we hope that you understand the importance of this secret for us. It’s more than just our lives at risk if the wrong people get word of it. And if Choi already thinks that you’re with us, imagine how much worse it will be when he finds out that we are destroying yet another income for them. Do you understand, Y/N?”

            “This whole time, you’ve been doing a great feat and I’ve been so focused on the rumors. You really are the good guys trying to help?”

            “We’re really good at hiding ourselves. We’ve had years of practice showing the persona we want people to believe.

            “Yeah,” Taehyung said with a cheeky grin, “I mean look at Namjoon-hyung. He puts on a persona that he’s smooth when, in reality, he’s a giant dork who breaks everything he touches.”

            “I’ll break you, you fucking brat.”

            Jin reached out and knocked both of them upside the head. “Language!”

            And you laughed. You laughed without the weight of anxiety or fear weighing you down. For the first time, you felt like you were truly safe.

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            The next couple of days went by in a pleasant way, falling into a simple routine that you started to look forward to. One of them would pick you up in the morning, making sure to stop by Holli’s Café for a morning caffeine fix, before taking different ways to the Magic Shop that ensured you were still none-the-wiser as to how to get there. Once there, you would find Yoongi either waiting in the kitchen for you or in the expansive gym where you would start with his rehabilitation exercises after you checked and redressed his wounded shoulder. Now that Yoongi was home, there was a difference from the person at the hospital. He was still quiet but much more open to conversations and approachable. The conversations between the two of you were deep and easy like the ones you had with Amber. And you looked forward to them. There was one time you had made a stupid joke that had made him laugh freely. And that felt like a simple accomplishment that warmed you up. And you couldn’t help but find his laugh adorable. One morning, he brought you to his ‘Genius Lab’. According to the others, it was incredibly rare that he even mentioned his safe haven to outsiders, let alone let them see it. But he had made an exception for you.

            The Genius Lab was more like an office where Yoongi spent a good deal of time juggling between work, reflection, and solitude when the world became too much. The space suited his style; grey walls with dark accents and floors, a sleek black desk with three large monitors and computer equipment. Opposite the desk was a long black leather couch that looked quite comfortable. And the room was completely soundproof. When he had brought you into the Genius Lab, he showed off some of his work. You watched as he pulled up different views of various streets all over Central, some storefronts where he pointed out Bangtan’s hired help stationed out front, and the exteriors of the hospital popped up on the screens. You were very thankful that they were still monitoring your workplace. Yoongi tapped on a few keys and different angles of your apartment appeared across the screens, both outside and inside. He played back your morning; Hobi pulling up in a nondescript black car, him swaying to the music in his earpiece as he rode the elevator up, to letting himself into your apartment and waiting for you with Holli’s coffee in his hand. You remembered Taehyung telling you about the cameras they put in your apartment that first morning. While you thought it would be more invasive, you found comfort in his watchfulness.

            This morning had started as usual; Jin had come to pick you up this time to bring you to the Magic Shop. The only one you hadn’t seen since arriving at the Magic Shop was Jimin. He hadn’t appeared at lunch the first day as you expected. You shrugged it off, remembering that Hobi had mentioned he hadn’t been feeling well. But you still hadn’t seen or heard from him. The drive over to the Magic Shop was as winding and secretive as always. Though they had started going in a different way. From the street, it looked as if he had pulled up to an abandoned auto mechanic gas station in the lower section of town. At the touch of a button on the dashboard, a spray-painted door rolled open to a dark tunnel that ended at the parking level of the Magic Shop. You wanted to question how the construction worked or how it had remained secret but decided against it.

            As you ascended the spiral staircase after Jin, that was where the morning took an unusual turn.

            When you stepped into the large front foyer, you were greeted by the sounds of a struggle. Instinctually, you grabbed ahold of Jin’s arm and hid behind his broad shoulders, causing him to chuckle at the cute action. Coming through the front door was a blindfolded man being dragged in by both arms by Yeonjun and another hired staff member. He was yelling all sorts of vulgarities and kicking out in many directions, like he was throwing a tantrum and not trying to escape.

            “Motherfucker! I told you to stop manhandling me like this! You know who I am? I will mess you up!”

            “Such dramatics,” Jin bemused, “He acts like he hasn’t gone through this before. Yeonjun, did he cause you a lot of trouble?”

            “Sir,” Yeonjun snapped to attention, still keeping his captive held tightly. “He tried to give us the slip. We met him at the appointed time but he tried to run. Even tried to jump out of the car.”

            Jin tsked. “Jackson, so disappointing. I thought we had a better relationship than that.”

            “Jin,” Jackson called out, head snapping in different directions to try and focus on him from behind the blindfold, “buddy, come on. I got the times mixed up and your boy jumped on me. Can we take this stupid blindfold off? I thought we’d be past this.”

            “Jackson, you are like a rash; unwanted, hard to deal with, and annoying.”

            “Damn, that hurt.” Yeonjun shoved Jackson forward, causing the man to stumble freely. He ripped the blindfold off his face and turned back to the younger, fist clenched. “Fucking punk, I’ll wipe that fucking smile off your prepubescent face!”

            “Jackson,” Jin said in a commanding tone that in any other situation would be attractive. Stop it, you mentally screamed. “Refrain from threatening my employee in my home before I let him show you why he’s one of our best. Be a good boy and mind your manners. I’ll go get Namjoon to deal with you. Yeonjun, just make sure he stays here and doesn’t try to slip something into his pocket again. I’ll be right back.” Jackson snorted and rolled his eyes as he straightened himself out. Jin turned around to you, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll be back in a moment, Darling. Don’t worry, Jackson is like a tiny dog; he’s all bark and nothing else, and easy to kick.” Jin’s eye flicked up towards the corner of the room with a sharp look before he turned back to you with a smile. That was weird. “Yoongi-ah should be here soon. Just hang tight and introduce yourself if you want to. And if Jackson does anything ungentlemanly, just tell Yeonjun and he’ll make him regret it.”

            Before you could beg to just run upstairs, Jin patted you on the shoulder and disappeared. You had to remember that Bangtan would never leave you in any danger since they were bound to protect you. You remembered hearing Namjoon mention Jackson’s name before and figured they wouldn’t bring someone into their home that was a danger. You looked over to Jackson. The man’s dual toned hair was messy from his struggling. He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his baggy pants pocket and pushed them up onto his head, like a makeshift headband.

            Then, he noticed you. And you felt like you were a mouse caught in a snake’s site. A cool smile smoothed across his lips as he made his way over to you.

            “Well, look at you. I’ve never seen you around here before. What’s a cute, little thing like you doing here? I’m Jackson. You need anything, I’m the one who will know how and where to find it. Individual contractor. Know-it-all extraordinaire. Master of the Silver Tongues.” He offered his hand out for yours.

            “Um, hi, I’m Y/N.” You hesitated to shake his hand.

            “So, what are you? You’re too cute to be related to any of them. You look far too meek to be one of us. And I’d hope you have better taste than to be trying to date one of these losers when someone like me exists. I can tell you, you can do better. I’ve known these guys for a long time. Trust me, they’ve got odd taste that would disagree with such a cute mouse like you.”

            You retracted your hand. Jackson started to circle you, eyeing you up and down. It wasn’t threatening but you kept your eyes on him. Yeonjun gave you a look but you waved him off for the moment. You could handle yourself.

            “I’m a nurse. I’m assisting them after an incident.”

            “Ooh a nurse? What luck, I’m in need of some attention after all that rough housing.” He winked. “Oh, shit, wait, you’re the one that ran into the gun fight? And took out one of the Royal’s guys? I heard he’s still recovering from severe concussion. Mad respect, sweetheart.”

            “How do you know about that?”

            “I make it my business to know things. That’s how I make a living. And why I’m in such demand. Word of what you did has made its rounds through many circuits. Though, I’ll be honest, I’d never be able to put your face to it. And that’s a good thing in this world. Though, if you want to be extra safe from the bad guys, you may want to reconsider who you’re staying with.”

             “What do you mean by that?” You turned to follow his eyes as he kept circling you. “Bangtan seems to be taking good care of me. And I don’t mean anything by this, but I haven’t heard anything about you until now.”

            “Isn’t that the point? I’m good at staying secret, keeping things secret. And they’re so high profile, it would be easy to find you if they slipped up. There are some things that can’t be bought from me. Like a cute, little mouse. And if I wanted to keep someone safe, I’d make sure no one ever found them. Especially, if they are as interesting as you.”

            “I’m interesting?”

            “How could you not be? You’re so innocent, so different from all the other people I’ve ever met. You just want to help, didn’t know what you were running into. And now you’re stuck, hiding from the mean world that is trying to punish your good deed. I mean, I’ve been their friend for years and I can’t say I’d run into a fight with Choi to save someone he’s trying to kill. So yeah, you’re the most interesting person in the world. And I’d love to get to know you better. Maybe you’ll let me take you out sometime to prove I’m a better waste of your time.”

            “And what makes you think I’d be okay with that?”

            “Well, I can give you a hundred reasons to leave these losers behind.” He stopped circling and leaned in so his nose was only a breath away from yours. “But I’m the only one that you need.”

            Unbeknownst to Jackson, Yoongi had appeared at the top of the staircase as Jackson started circling you. He watched the interaction with a scowl on his face. He descended the stairs with a ghostly quiet until he was right behind the rogue. You noticed him as Jackson had stopped to lean towards you and your breath caught in your throat. He looked mad, a fierce protectiveness was present in his dark eyes. He appeared at the right moment. Then, you realized. Yoongi had cameras in the Magic shop, he had mentioned it. And the look Jin had given to the wall that you didn’t understand must have been to one of Yoongi’s cameras that he was watching for when you had arrived as he had done before. They were still watching out for you. He stood so close to Jackson that you wondered how the other hadn’t sensed him yet, his face right next to his shoulder and gaze boring a hole in Jackson’s head. Jackson noticed that you were no longer paying him the attention he wanted and turned his eyes towards the directions yours were on. And he jumped as if he had just been electrocuted, putting some distance between him and the death glare he was receiving. 

            “Fucking hell, you bastard! Put a bell on your fucking neck! Damn, you scared the shit out of me!”

            “Good,” Yoongi said as he kept his eyes trained on Jackson. “Leave her alone, Jackson. She’s got enough problems without you trying to weasel your way into her bed.”

            “You wound me, Suga. I was just introducing myself to the lucky lady who is now one of the most famous women in our field.”

            “I said,” he took a step closer to him, and despite his arm still in a sling, he looked as if he was about to use it on Jackson, “leave her alone.”

            “Wow, back down, tiger. Sheesh, didn’t think you’d be so concerned about someone like her. Don’t you have your hands full already? Or are you just greedy? Or are you guys taking turns?”

            “Jackson!”

            Namjoon’s voice echoed against the walls. You looked up to the second floor where RM was leaning on the banister overlooking the foyer with Jin by his side glaring down at Jackson. RM looked as annoyed as his voice let on. He was all business with no sign of the calm Namjoon you had been seeing around the Magic Shop. With a power that befitted the Leader of Bangtan, he signaled for Suga to stand down and motioned for Jackson to follow him. With a final look and wink from Jackson to you, he flipped Yoongi off and made for the stairs. Suga, silently, watched him go, making mental notes for the future before he reached back and took your hand in his. You jumped, slightly. He hadn’t been physical with you like the others had, holding your hands, giving you a hug or playful shove. There was always a bit of distance, aside from the medical side of things.

            “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get out of here.”

            He had led you upstairs, asking if you were alright. While Jackson was a lot, it wasn’t something you couldn’t have handled. But you thanked him anyways for stepping in. It felt nice to have someone be so protective of you, something you weren’t so used to. He started leading you up towards the direction of the Genius Lab, where he insisted you stay until Jackson was gone, since it was secure and private, instead of the normal spaces you tended to occupy. Thankfully, the physical therapy you needed to do with Yoongi didn’t require much space and you carried all the equipment you needed in your bag. You figured Yoongi was not a fan of Jackson normally, remembering the disdain in his voice when Joon had mentioned him back at the hospital before. You were sure that Jackson’s display back in the foyer only made that worse and he wanted to keep an eye on when he left.

            As you made it to the floor, Yoongi stopped. “I almost forgot. I need to check on something real quick. Can you remember how to get to the Genius Lab?”

            “I think so. Do you need help?”

            “No. I just need to check on Jimin. I won’t be long.”

            “Is he alright? Is he still not feeling well? I can take a look if you need me to. That’s kind of my whole thing.”

            He gave your hand a squeeze as a little chuckle sat in his throat. “No, it’s nothing you need to worry about right now. He’s coming down with something but is putting off taking his medicine as long as he can. He’s being stubborn. Gets it from me, probably. I’m just making sure he’s still in his room resting. I’ll only be a moment. I promise. Here, this is my key to the Lab. Let yourself in and lock it. I use my code on the door. Not that I think Jackson will know where my office is but just to be safe.”

            Some part of you hated when he let go of your hand to head down the other side of the hall. You had to take a few breaths to let your professional masks fall back into place. You wished your emotions would settle. But being around someone as cute and protective had you feeling a certain way. A way which, you reminded yourself, you shouldn’t be feeling. You were hired to help him heal, not to let a crush develop. You really needed to get a grip. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you made your way down the hall.

            However, after a few steps and turns, you had lied when you thought you could find the Genius Lab on your own. The only places you knew how to get to without much assistance was the kitchen, gym, and the family room. You had only been to the Genuis Lab once and you racked your brain for any distinguishing details that would help you find it again. What picture was near the door? What color was the door? Was the one with frosted glass or was that Taehyung’s art studio? You could just stand still and wait for Yoongi to come back and find you. Or you could text him that you were going to back to the foyer. Or text one of the others for help? Joon was busy with Jackson, and you weren’t sure where Jin went after that. Jimin, of course, was sick and shouldn’t be disturbed. And you wanted Yoongi to focus on Jimin and not you getting lost. You sent a text to Taehyung, hoping he wasn’t too busy to help you with what he was up to in town. You walked further down the hall only to stop and turn around after not recognizing anything.

            Wait, was this the same place you had started? Why must this place be so confusing?

            Your phone buzzed. You looked down at Taehyung’s text.

      TaeTae: I really got to make you a map LOL.

       TaeTae: Do you remember how to find the stairs? Get back there and look for your favorite painting of mine. The G.L is two doors down from that.

       TaeTae: If you can’t find it, I’m sure he’ll find you with the cameras. Sorry, I’m at a meeting right now.

            You could do this. Just find the stairs. Though that was easier said than done now that you had gotten all turned around. You’re sure Taehyung would make a joke out of this if you were ever found. After another turn, you did see a picture that seemed familiar and went down that direction. As you kept walking, you started to hear voices. At least that was a start. Once you found the source, you could orient yourself or ask for help. You followed the voices, and as they got louder, you recognized RM’s tone and regretted your discussion, not wanting to interrupt. That, and you were sure Yoongi didn’t want you near Jackson again so soon. But as you were about to turn back, their conversation caught your attention.

            “Haven’t I been super helpful to ya’ll? Who was the one who gave you that info about the Royals showing up?”

            “You, also, neglected to tell us that Choi was going to be there. And that is how Suga got hurt.”

            “An oversight. That must have changed at the last minute. I can’t be a mind reader.”

            “Even though you market yourself as one?”

            “Ok, true. But you of all people should know that they don’t do what they say. Regardless, I told you about the Ateez pirates. I said they were up to something interesting. You should trust me by now. I got the information. I may be an independent player in this game, but I like you guys. That’s why I keep my ears open for you. And, I haven’t spilled anything of yours.”

            “That’s because I don’t let you get anything worth spilling.”

            “Ouch, you wound me, bro. I thought we were closer than that.”

            Before you could help yourself, you found yourself stopped outside of Namjoon’s office. The door was barely cracked, but enough for you to see a bit inside. Namjoon’s office was much different from Yoongi’s; it was a large room with warm hardwood against velvety walls that declared power, with bookcases lining the grand walls. Thick hard-covered books filled the shelves like an extensive library. Seated at an opulent and ornate desk in a high wing backed chair was RM, his fingers threaded together and pressed against his lips as he peered sharply at Jackson. Jackson sat relaxed in a smaller, less comfortable chair. They were bathed in the crackling light of a roaring fire from the Victorian style fireplace that sat across from them. This was what you expected of a Mafia leader.

            “I don’t appreciate you making my second so upset. He’s supposed to be recovering. Something he wouldn’t have to be doing had you had better information. Maybe I should start going to someone else.”

            Jackson scuffed. “As if anyone could do what I do. Besides, I feel like you would have done it by now if there was anyone else. And if that asshole wasn’t so easily riled up he would be fine. I was just saying ‘hello’ to her. And trying to figure her out. She’s quite a surprise Joon.”

            “We are trying to keep her safe. That includes from you, Jackson. She’s a civilian who got caught up in the worst way. We just got her to relax around us. I’d thank you to not undo what I’ve been working hard to do.”

            “I hear you. Glad you took my advice to just go with it. I told you nothing bad would happen. I mean, what did you just say? ‘She’s a civilian’. I truly doubted she would be any problems.”

            “No thanks to you.” Joon leaned further in his chair, his dragon eyes glowing in the fire light. “I’ve been patient, Jackson. More than I should be given what I am dealing with here. Now, you are going to tell me what I asked you to find out for me before I let Suga do what he wanted to do.”

            “Damn, for someone who said it’s all business, you’re really pushing it here.”

            “Jackson,” you could tell that Namjoon’s patience was wearing thin. What was he so determined to know? Was it something to do with Choi or the Royals?

            “Man, look. I can find information about anyone. With just their name, I can tell you if they had late fees from their elementary school library or how many days their mother spent in the hospital recovering from birth.”   

            “And yet, it has taken you over a week to get back to me. Either you are slipping or you are full of shit.”

            “Or you’re dealing with a ghost.” Jackson reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small notepad. “Everything I found fits on two pages of this little flip pad. Even the most basic civilian fills half of the pages. But this Y/N girl is either that most boring person in the entire world or she’s a ghost.”

            Wait, he was here about you? Namjoon was looking for information about you? You thought you had been very open with them about anything they had asked you. He had asked you to trust him, but he didn’t trust you. He had hired Jackson to dig up anything on you that he could. He was nervous when you had first come to the Magic Shop but you thought you had worked past that. Hadn’t the time they had spent with you beforehand been enough to prove that you meant no harm to them or else why would he ask you to come here? You knew you shouldn’t listen to any of this, but you couldn’t move. You sunk to the ground and leaned against the wall, listening.

            “What are you talking about?”

            Jackson tossed the pad over to him to see for himself. “I mean, this girl has nothing before two years ago. All I could find is that she currently works at Central Mercy as an ER Nurse, she lives in a shitty apartment that’s overpriced for that part of town. Before that, there isn’t much. I found her college she attended for her expedited nursing degree where she got high marks. Her father worked for different police forces as a high up desk jockey, meaning she moved a lot so there isn’t much in regard to early years. But nothing else. Everything starts about two years ago. I was able to find a news article about a car accident that listed her as a passenger, so her amnesia story checks out as far as that. Can’t said I ever heard of someone using amnesia as a cover, but fuck if it wouldn’t be good. Father died and there was no mother listed on any paperwork. Father’s file is just as blank. Just he was basic cop who sat at a desk. After the accident, her only known address was some small studio in her name that was set up by the rehab she was assigned to by some Doctor Sung, who died a year after from a heart attack. Found all his files but it’s nothing interesting. She did some reception job for a clinic before she came here that was a nonprofit for student nurses and that had nothing useful other than what I already had. But that’s all. No ties anywhere, no real records until recently. Either she’s got the most boring, nonspecial life I’ve ever seen, or her life’s been invented by some crazy mastermind. And I’m leaning towards the first one, man. This girl is boring and is nothing in the grand scheme of things. And that’s the truth. The most interesting thing was meeting you guys. She’s harmless. She’s no threat to anyone except maybe herself with that stupid heroic shit. So, you worried for nothing. Your family is safe, just like I said it would be.”

            “How can that be all?” Namjoon seemed disappointed. “You’re telling me that there was no other information? How can someone’s life just go back two years? You must have missed something.”

            “I don’t miss shit. Listen, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but that’s all there is. Her old man must have been from some off the grid town beforehand and didn’t leave footprints. She’s a nobody. She’s barely worth the time I spent looking for her.  So, stop worrying about her like she’s gonna turn into some problem. And if she does, you can kill her easily enough. Hell, there are seven of you, should be easy.”

            You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips. Namjoon’s eyes snapped towards the door, knowing full well that he had been caught. He rose from the desk and crossed the room, opening the door to find you rooted in place against the wall, eyes cast down with tears welling in the corners. It wasn’t just from the threat of being killed by the people you were supposed to trust, or the harsh words that Jackson had said about you. But it was the fact that you weren’t trusted. You were not granted the same thing he had begged you to do for them. And that hurt just as much.

            “Oh shit,” Jackson said with a hint of glee. “Little mouse likes to sneak around, huh? I can see why you didn’t want to trust her. Seems like she’ll get herself killed before too long.”

            “Jackson,” RM roared causing you to shrink further into yourself and the tears to flow freely. Namjoon looked down at you, instantly regretting his tone. He had messed up and he knew that. Moving carefully, he held his hand out to you in a silent plea to take it. Feeling like there was no other choice, you let him pull you up to your feet and into his office. Daring to look at his face, you didn’t see anger or any dangerous threat that you feared for your eavesdropping. You saw remorse and sympathy. He led you towards the fireplace where there were two large armchairs facing each other with a side table full of half-read books. He motioned you to sit before he turned back to Jackson. He took out his phone and sent a quick message. Within a moment, Yeonjun appeared in the door. “That’s enough, Jackson. Thank you for your help. But I need to talk to Y/N. Yeonjun will take you back where he found you. You know the drill.”

            “Wow, fastest visit ever. Am I at least getting paid?” Namjoon shot him a look that made him jump and scurry over to the door. “Don’t look so sad, sweetheart. I’m sure he isn’t going to kill you. Let me know if you want to take me up on my offer.”

            Yeonjun grabbed Jackson by the collar and dragged him out, shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone with Namjoon and the crackling fire. You thought back to when he had saved you when Choi had you cornered in the hospital hall, how good natured he had been with you, how he had been so open with you before he even knew anything more about you. He had been the one pushing for you to trust them and be comfortable with them. He had wanted you to come to the Magic Shop, was planning on telling you before he got busy. But was it all a ruse to get you to follow along? A handkerchief was pushed into your hands and Joon took a seat in the opposite armchair.

            “Y/N, I’m sorry you heard that.” He was sorry? Was he going to reprimand you for eavesdropping? Or tell you that all this was a farce that he was going to drop and forget this life debt he kept pushing? “I was hoping to have talked to him before you ever got here. Just for some extra assurance before we moved forward. I didn’t want you to ever hear that. Jackson can say things harsher than he means. I asked him to do a more detailed background check than I had already done, just to ensure I had all the facts.” He flinched when your breath hitch as more tears fell. He started to reach out his hand to try and comfort you but thought better of it. “I promise, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just needed to be completely sure that we were all going to be safe.”

            “I wouldn’t have hurt any of you. I can barely handle myself, let alone do anything to you all,” you cried. “Why would I put myself in this situation? I tried to get away from all of this but you kept me here. I would have told you all of that stuff. It’s all I know about myself since the accident. I have nothing to hide from anyone. I promise I have only told you the truth.”

            “I know you have. I’m sure you would have told me everything freely. I fucked up. I can’t say I’m sorry enough.”

            “Was he right? Are you going to kill me? Because I seem like a made-up person? Because I don’t have a past?”

            “No!” Namjoon rose from his seat and knelt down in front of you, finding your eyes and begging for your attention. “I would never do that. I promised to protect you. And I would do that whether you owed us a life debt or not. This life I’ve been living for the past twelve years has made me question so much about people. I’ve been lied to so many times that it fucks up your mind. Bangtan is my family and it’s my responsibility to protect them. When I met you, I instantly felt like I could trust you. I could see that you were a good person. But we had been fooled by someone we thought we could instantly trust before and I got nervous. But the more we spent with you, I knew it was different. But there was this little part of me that still worried. So, I looked into you after that first day. That’s why I introduced us as Bangtan to you. The others agreed because they saw what I saw in you. We've all been jaded by this life but something in you broke through all of our hesitations. We all think you are a good person and that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt us. Once we got you to see what we really were, I thought this would be easier on all fronts.”

            “You asked me to trust you but you couldn’t do the same for me?”

            “I know. It’s been so long since I could really trust someone. Look at Jackson. Okay, bad example. But I’ve known Jackson almost as long as I’ve known the others. But I still need to keep him at arm’s length or watch what I say around him. It’s different with you. I want to trust you, I do. I just needed to be extra sure that I was doing the right thing. I truly mean that.”

            You sat in silence for a long while as your breath evened out and your tears ceased. You could understand his hesitation. How could he be sure that you weren’t lying? It made sense, but hearing Jackson’s words, imagining that’s how they saw you, it was hard. But you had been so back and forth with their trust, too.

            “I really wish we could just start over.”

 “What do you want to know?” You took a deep breath and leaned back into the armchair. “What else do you need to hear? You want to be sure? Ask away. I only know so much. You guys have asked me to trust you and you told me things that would be helpful. I will try to do the same so we can share a common ground. Maybe one day I’ll know more and I can tell you more. But I can tell you what I can.”

            “It’s fine, Y/N. You don’t need to do that. I trust you.” He stood up and moved towards his desk. But you grabbed his hand, steeling yourself to open up as much as you could. He could sense your determination and returned to the armchair. “Just tell me whatever you’re comfortable with.”

            “I never really talk about this. It’s hard to talk about. But I can confirm that what Jackson said was all true. It’s actually pretty much all I know for myself. My first actual memory is waking up in a small hospital room in so much pain. There was a man sitting next to me that I didn’t remember. He was my friend, he showed me pictures of us at school. His name was Daniel. I don’t know his last name, I never asked or remembered it. He’s the one who told me about the accident. My father’s car was hit from the side and flipped. He didn’t make it. Daniel spent weeks by my side as I recovered. Dr. Sung was this older doctor who watched over me and helped me recover. Once I was moved to his rehab, Dr. Sung prescribed me all these different treatments but my memories never came back. Daniel brought me my old schoolwork, my old journals, anything that could help me find myself. But there wasn’t much. Jackson said something about us moving a lot. After a year, I could recall little things about places I believe I lived. But there was never anything concrete. No friends or family reached out. Daniel told me that it was just me and dad. He had never heard us talk about anyone else. I guess we didn’t stay long in places. After I was released from the rehab, Daniel and I moved into this small apartment that was far away from everything. The rehab set it up to help me adjust to the world. But I was like a zombie, depressed, broken. After six months, I started trying to get better, start over. Daniel and I started dating, I found a job that was walking distance from my place. All my medical training came back over time. Just not anything else. And that was my life for almost two years. But, almost five months ago, Daniel and I split up and I came to Central to get away from all the unpleasantness. I’d prefer not to go into that if that’s alright. We weren’t good together anymore. Since I’ve been away, I’ve started remembering little flashes of things that don’t make a lot of sense. Amber thinks it’s because I’m away from the trauma. I don’t even know if I want to remember anymore. But if I remember anything more, I promise I’ll tell you once I figure it all out.”

            Namjoon reached out and took your hand. “It’s okay. Thank you for sharing that with me. I promise to be more upfront about any questions I have. I trust you.”

            “I trust you, too.”

[comfycuddles]

You know what I think...

It's time we start talking about Peter Capaldi.

When we talk about Doctor Who and our favourite modern doctors, we always go round and round in the same circles:

"David Tennant is the greatest Doctor!"

"No way! Matt Smith brought this goofy nature to the character, while maintaining the Doctor's eternal darkness!"

"Please! Nine was funny and sassy and just overall great. He deserved more credit. Eccelston was the best Doctor!"

And sometimes even a:

"I think that although she had to endure poor writing, a female Doctor was refreshing!"

I agree with this of course, and every Doctor brings something with them, you know who we don't post enough about? Or even generally talk about enough?

Peter fucking Capaldi. I seriously think he might be one of the most underrated Doctors of the modern era and It's a WASTE.

From the very beginning he was just amazing. "Do you know how to fly this thing?" ICONIC. His first episode was pure crack in the very best way. (The way he flirted with the dinosaur, anybody?)

Capaldi had this amazing connection with Jenna as Clara (Although I am a Clara stan idc so I might be a little biased about that) and their dynamic was so much fun to watch.

Not unlike David Tennant Peter is such a fan of the show. (As was confirmed by Jenna) But is also nice about it too. He doesn't go around just correcting everyone, but he wants everyone to know what an amazing show it is and wants people to love it just as much as he does.

Also 12 was so iconic??? Fighting fucking Robin Hood with a spoon? Awesome! Rolling into the middle ages on a fucking tank, calling people "Dude", making puns and dumb jokes and above else SLAYING that guitar?! Yes! A thousands times Yes! Just the best space grandpa ever!

Capaldi is so unhinged and has this chaotic energy while still appearing as the sanest person in the room. Just look up some stories about him fucking around on the set.

It was also very refreshing to see an older Doctor. I mean, I think Capaldi wad the oldest guy to play the Doctor since HARTNELL. He still had this youthful energy, but he just seemed so DONE with everyones bullshit. 12 handled things with a certain maturity that I kinda loved.

Like he has life experience, he KNOWS what his actions will cause and that's GOOD to see of the Doctor. And at the same time he's also forgiving himself for all the things he's done, which is even BETTER.

And don't even talk to me about his relationship with his companions and Missy. First of all the latter gives me life. And his relationship with Bill was so good y'all. I mean, he punched a racist in the face for her. (ICON!!!!) And were just adorable.

And my final point, the biggest point: Peter Capaldi is just an AMAZING actor. We all love "Heaven sent" and It's just the greatest episode EVER and this is party because Moffat wrote it so beautifully, but also because of Capaldi's Jaw dropping performance!!! If he wasn't SUCH an amazing actor the episode would have never worked. And I am certain of this fact. He did that y'all! HE. DID. THAT.

Capaldi gave some of the best speeches and performances in Doctor Who history. And everyone sleeps on it, and I say "No more!" Also his line. "Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?" DONE, SOBBING ON THE DAMN FLOOR. I need to say with this that I'm NOT an emotional person at all. But somehow that line hit me right in the feels and never stopped.

So yeah

Eccelston was hilarious and fun and amazing

David was awesome and I think It's definitely deserved that he goes down in history as one of the greatest Doctors.

Matt had some heartwrenging moments that I'll never get over, was as cool as bowties and just lovely

And Jody was unique and ADORABLE!

But y'all are SLEEPING on Peter Capaldi and 12 and that is SO undeserved.

Mister Capaldi Sir, if you ever see this, (You probably won't, but that's okay. I hope it does though) just know, that I love and adore you so much and think you are one of the greatest actors and human beings in the history of everything. And you DESERVE to know that. I will forever be proud to say that 12 that is my favourite Doctor of all time. And I say this without half a doubt in my mind. I'm a proud Peter Capaldi stan until the end of time. And just know that I and so many more people along with me have so much LOVE for you. (Most of us not in a creepy way though) and you are CRIMINALLY underrated.

Thank you so much for reading my rant.

This has been a Peter Capaldi/12th Doctor appreciation post. And I invite you to reblog this and show your love for the best Doctor. Only positivity though, stay nice.

[jadeandroses]

I did it

(Practiced) Ease

(Ao3 Link!)

The Mushroom Kingdom was an ancient, storied land. The sort of thing one would only find in fairytales, in which good kings and queens had passed thrones onto only the worthiest of descendants, ones who would care for and protect their land. As such, there wasn’t a whole lot of what one would call “centralized wealth”.

Sure, there were taxes—mostly for infrastructure, and to maintain the single castle that the kingdom as a whole took great pride in—but there were rules governing their collection. Principles that were set in stone by kings and queens long before the modern day, and advisors solely to advocate for the people’s benefit in this matter.

All of this was the explanation the Princess was given when she asked why there were only three crowns for her and her fiancé to chose from, for their rapidly approaching wedding and coronation day.

(Her fiancé doubted it was that simple. Rarely were things ever that simple. But that was a question for a day in which he wasn’t worrying about the imminent upending of his entire life.)

All of them were opulent. The absolute height of luxury, with their nation’s history woven into every strand and in every hammer strike. There was one meant for a ruler, crafted a mere thousand years ago, with giant diamonds woven into delicate strands of gold and silver, dangling from its arches. Even that was only to be broken out on special occasions—but what could be more special than this?

Even if it wasn’t crafted for the Princess, it was clearly meant for her. She wore it so beautifully. Every arch dazzled in the light, and even its massive weight seemed like nothing on her head.

Mario tried not to be jealous. But he had a chance to try on the other two options, and they were all just so heavy.

Peach’s new crown was almost five pounds on her head. He went for the lighter of the two remaining crowns—a mere two and a half pounds, even with the massive rubies in the outer portion—and yet, even just having the thing resized, his body was beginning to ache.

It was too much.

So when they took it off to take some measurements of the stones, he bolted.

He didn’t go very far—just to the nearest bench, to pop his neck and stretch out his shoulders. When he heard the crack of his neck, he sighed in relief, and slumped backwards into the wall behind him.

What was he doing here, anyway? What right did he have to the luxuries of a world that wasn’t his?

And wow, wasn’t that a selfish thought. They weren’t talking about mere luxury, they were talking about crowns. It wasn’t just the object, it was what the object represented—power. Rulership. The fact that the weight of their land now rested on his shoulders. Was he even worthy to carry it?

These thoughts—that had plagued his mind for months—came back again full force. It was like he couldn’t get rid of the weight on his head, couldn’t quite shake his shoulders out.

The only thing he could do was to pretend they weren’t there. He shut his eyes, and tried to focus on something—anything—else.

“…Mario?”

Her voice—like a beam of light through the clouds—snapped him out of his own mind. He looked up, and found her face knit in concern.

“Is everything alright?”

It wasn’t, not really—but the common tongue wasn’t cooperating with him right now, so he couldn’t even deny it. Instead of answering, he scoot himself over, so that she could sit on the bench beside him.

She did.

They were rigid, at first. Shackled by the eyes that watched and bound by tradition and propriety. But then Peach set her Queen’s crown aside on the nearest countertop, and then curled into him. He felt himself melt in the warmth of her touch.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” she whispered.

He nodded.

“I know it sounds ridiculous,” he muttered, his voice unsteady, but strong, “but they’re heavy.”

“It takes some getting used to.”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve been wearing it your whole life!”

She shrugged. “Yes, I still question the logic of putting a half pound crown on the head of an infant, but I suppose that’s a conversation for another day.”

Mario sputtered out a laugh. Peach smiled, faintly, her eyes sparkling like that was the plan all along.

His chest warmed. A smile crept up his face, burning away the worries creeping into the back of his mind. He wondered if it was her, her magic, her charm—or if it was the force of how much he adored her.

Because stars, he loved her. He loved her so much, he would endure the weight of a crown for her. Even if he was unworthy. Even if his neck broke under its weight.

He was so wrapped up in her, he didn’t realize when the sparkle in her eyes changed from playful to thoughtful.

“Wait a moment,” she murmured.

And she stood.

He was briefly disappointed by her sudden departure, but not for very long—disappointment gave way to confusion as he watched her approach her jewelers with a thoughtful finger pressed to her lips.

A moment later, the fourth crown of the bunch was back in her hands.

Her crown. The one that the jewelers insisted had to be left behind, as she embarked upon this new stage of her life.

“I’ll admit, I’m more attached to this old thing than I thought,” she admitted humorously. “Try it on.”

He blinked. Once. Twice. But when it finally processed, the sheer shock of that request sent him right back to his feet.

“Cara mia, I can’t,” he protested. “That’s yours!”

“And, realistically, it’s the lightest one in my whole kingdom, and apparently it’s a bad look to have a new one commissioned.” She grabbed his hand. “Mario, love, I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Don’t you understand? We get to build our life together, however we want to. And if it makes this any easier on you, then I want you to have it.”

He rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles. “Won’t it look bad?”

She fixed him with a look. “Maybe. However, consider that you’re about to become Prince Consort, and you’re already very highly respected. What you do can no longer be called into question.”

“Except by you,” he teased.

“Ah, well,” she stammered a bit, grinning, “I expect the same courtesy from you.”

“Always.”

“So just try it on. Love, it won’t hurt to try.”

She looked so earnest—rosebud lips curled into a concerned pout. He wanted to deny her, but he couldn’t. Not even in this.

“…okay.”

She took her hand back, and balanced her own crown in two hands. He bowed his head slightly. It felt right—probably because been drilled into his head by constant training for the day to come, but also because it was her.

His Princess, his love. The woman to whom he had pledged his life, privately, years ago. This wedding would just be the confirmation of vows he had already made in his heart.

And the crown? Well. That was just a public vow to a land he loved.

When he thought of it like that, the weight on his head seemed to vanish.

“How does that feel?” Peach asked gently.

He opened his eyes. Straightened out his neck. Shook out his shoulders. Even those movements felt lighter, looser. Regrettably, he found himself enjoying the feel of this crown.

He opened his mouth to protest, but then his gaze landed on her hopeful smile.

Peach—more than probably anyone—thought he could do this. In fact, she believed in him so much, she willingly put her own crown on his head.

And logically, for a matter pertaining to royalty, whose opinion mattered more than hers?

(Logic and reason had never been his strong suits when it came to her very presence. He could try, though. Maybe it would keep that gentle, lovely smile on her face.)

“It’s good,” he told her.

He didn’t let her say anything in response. He didn’t think he would be able to respond if she did. Instead, he pulled her close and started showering her in kisses.

The brilliant, happy sound of her laughter was enough to make everything worth it.

[messy-crisantemo]

Since we’ve entered a Gentan renaissance, I figured I should make a

🍉 GenTan fic recommendation list 🎴

(Edit: Now we have a Part 2!)

Note that this is a list of personal favorites based on my likes and the many (yet not all existent) fics I’ve read. They’re not put in any particular order and they’re all completed fics. I’m adding some of the tags, but not all of them since I don’t want to make this post extra long, so please read them again once you go to the Ao3 link. And finally, if anyone is anime-only, even if a fic is spoiler free, it’s likely that it’ll have some reference to Genya’s abilities or family relationships, so be careful.

That being said, we proceed!

Don’t Talk to Me by 125389, 9k

(Red Light District Arc, Canon-Typical Violence, Meet-Cute, Strangers to friends to enemies to ???, Humor, Crushes)

A second impression, a star-crossed meeting, a misunderstanding. Each was there to do his job, to keep matters strictly business, but when have things ever been that simple?

Beautifully written, fantastic humor, and just GenTan inevitably falling for each other (both romantically and literally).

To Be The Piece You Need by Gilberrts, 11k

(Alternate Universe - High School, Dialogue Heavy, Friends to Lovers)

Shinazugawa Genya's life is in a downward spiral. He has no friends, his grades are on thin ice, and he can't seem to stop outgrowing his clothes. Then, when his relationship with his brother finally hits rock bottom, Genya has a strange encounter with the sole member of the school's cooking club.

Hurt-Comfort scenario where, of course, Tanjirou is the comfort.

Rest + Recovery by aizetsus, 2k

(genya is stressed, post Swordsmith Village Arc)

Genya gets overwhelmed pretty easily. Especially when faced with a cute boy.

It wouldn’t be a GenTan rec list without our traditional, fluffy scenario of Genya pining for Tanjirou.

Cardinals by bluejelly245, 8k

(Modern AU, Wakes & Funerals, Hurt/Comfort, Conversations, Friendship/Love, Past Abuse)

Genya and his family attend the funeral wake for Tanjiro’s father, much to the younger Shinazugawa boy’s dismay. The last thing he wanted to do was spend his evening surrounded by tears and grief, but what he least expected, was to end up on Tanijro’s bedroom floor, comforting the strange boy after his loss.

Genya discovers he is a good person, so sweet despite the gloomy scenario.

loveholic by mimimimi (reiiiiii), 81k

(Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, CEO Genya, Slow Burn, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), Strangers to Lovers, No Spoilers, Relationship Study)

Tanjirou lives a normal life as a university student on his last year, struggling financially to maintain a life that's not affordable anymore. On the other side, Genya is back to Japan after 17 years living overseas, ready to ruin his father's attempts to save face after several mistakes.

Both are on the edge, about to fall apart.

What will happen once their different worlds collide?

One of those fics that make you squirm under the blankets at 2am because you just can’t stop reading.

A tale of young love and starry nights by kenmagoesblep, 3k

(Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Fix-it, Fluff and Humor, Getting together, Love Confessions, Festivals, Minor Spoilers)

The sun is already down by the time they arrive and the colorful paper lanterns bathe the streets with a faint whimsical warm glow, highlighting the easy smiles of the festival attendees and the natural glisten of the fresh food in the stalls. Their eyes immediately go to the makeshift gate made with bent bamboo, all adorned with people’s written wishes, to be sent to the heavens by the end of the night.

Genya’s handwriting is shaky but hopefully the crooked words will carry his wish just fine.

Sweet, sweet, sweet.

diet soda society by beecalm, 6k

(Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff and Humor, Genya makes bad life choices, Brunch, No Spoilers)

Genya knows he should just tell the truth. He got frustrated, and thought that strong words of persuasion would revive his bike from the dead. Non-judgemental as he is, Tanjiro would probably just laugh it off and walk home with a smile on his face.

“I got into a fight,” Genya lies, instead.

(or; Genya yells at his bike, lies about his ability to kick ass, and gets indoctrinated into Kamado Tanjiro’s Saturday morning brunch club.)

GenTan + friends in a super silly and funny scenario.

July by 125389, 45k

(Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Canon Compliant, Modern Setting, Reincarnation, Manga Finale Spoilers)

It could've been just another weekend, just another month, just another season passing by, but instead they made that summer theirs.

Two teens discovering love naturally and intensely. Tears were shed and hearts were healed. It might or might not be a Fix-it.

Tonight’s sky by Wild_Quetzal, 6k

(Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Hashira Training Arc, Introspection, Pining, Arguing, Light Angst, Fluff, First Dates, First Kiss, Hopeful Ending)

Tanjirou didn’t recall having watched so many people gathered before, not even when his sister and him went to Asakusa. Everything was so appealing and, at the same time, disorienting for him.

He would’ve been feeling lost if it wasn’t because Genya was beside him.

(Or, sharing a night at a festival with Genya should’ve been easy, if it wasn’t for an unexpected event and Tanjirou himself getting in the way)

Yes, we got to the self-promotion part. I’m especially proud of this one <3

And last but not least!

Todo empezó con (un beso) una despedida by Dogchasingcars, 20k

(Manga Spoilers, Post-Canon, First Kiss, Love Letters, Long-Distance Relationship, Reunited and it feels so good, Family Bonding, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Lo que inicia como una breve despedida y la promesa de reunirse pronto (sellada con un beso), termina volviéndose una larga espera para volver a verse.

Because we’re not gonna leave the Spanish-speaking side of the fandom empty handed and it’s one of my favorite GenTan fics of all time. Melancólico y dulce, todo el dolor vale la pena.

[rsrengineering]

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BLOGTOBER 10/26/2023: UNWELCOME (2023)

I must say I got to see a lot of new and new-to-me movies that I really enjoyed this Blogtober! UNWELCOME is a flawed, yet also hugely delightful creature feature that director Jon Wright has described as "GREMLINS meets STRAW DOGS"--and that is exactly what it is! The STRAW DOGS part is a little murky, with an extremely menacing Colm Meaney leading his brood of angry rednecks in a mounting campaign of terror against the young English couple who have moved into a rural Irish cottage to have their first baby in peace. Each of the cast members are doing their best (Meaney is honestly terrific), but the movie seems to have a hard time deciding between rather broad black comedy, and the grim drama regarding the fate of the extremely pregnant Hannah John-Kamen. But let's be real, it's the GREMLINS part of the movie that you're really here for.

The couple is allowed to inhabit the cottage so long as they maintain the local tradition of leaving a daily bit of meat or offal for the little people who live in the forest beyond the garden wall. Naturally the skeptical modern intruders immediately forget their responsibility, bringing about the wrath of the Red Caps: vicious Boschian homunculi who are more than capable of taking down grown men. And these things are GREAT. It's been a minute since I've seen such an exciting, new monster in the movies, and I watched UNWELCOME twice just for them--and an extra half-a-time just to watch the Red Cap scenes! There aren't many images of them online and I think that's a good thing, not only to preserve the surprise (which is late in coming FYI), but because you really have to see them in motion. They are astoundingly convincing, beautifully designed, and just funny enough to remain threatening and scary. Even if you don't care for the human drama, the Red Caps are so, so worth it. Here's a link to the blog of screenwriter Mark Stay where he talks about their creation:

And by the way, I was so inspired by UNWELCOME that I tweeted at Mr. Stay about it, which totally delighted him. Just as people forget that when you say something nasty about somebody's movie online, the people from the movie can see it along with the followers you're trying to impress, it's also easy to forget that filmmakers (or whatever creatives) are sometimes accessible people who will love to hear how much you liked their thing--especially when it's a smaller-scale effort like this. One of my recent New Year's resolutions was to send more "fan mail" like this, and I don't always remember to do it, but when I do it's never a bad thing.

PS I have a feeling that there's an English artist or art tradition that informs these things--like it's not just Bosch in there, but someone or something more specific to old fairy art. Maybe I'm imagining this, but please feel free to reply or reblog if you know what I mean!

[urbancultureau]

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Trends in Cotton Shawls

Bold Prints and Patterns: From florals to geometric designs, bold prints are trending in the world of cotton shawls. These patterns can add a vibrant touch to your outfit and make a fashion statement.

Neutral Tones: Neutral-colored shawls in shades of beige, grey, and white are versatile and timeless. They can be paired with any outfit and are perfect for creating a minimalist look.

Embellished Shawls: Shawls adorned with beads, embroidery, or fringe add a touch of luxury and sophistication. These embellished shawls are ideal for special occasions and festive events.

Sustainable Fabrics: As sustainability becomes a focus in fashion, many brands are offering cotton shawls made from organic or recycled materials. These shawls allow you to enjoy style and comfort while supporting eco-friendly practices.

Caring for Your Cotton Shawl

Proper care ensures that your cotton shawl remains soft and beautiful for years to come:

Washing: Hand wash your shawl in cold water with a gentle detergent. Avoid using bleach, as it can damage the fibers.

Drying: Air dry your shawl by laying it flat on a clean, dry towel. Avoid wringing or twisting the shawl to maintain its shape.

Ironing: Use a low heat setting on your iron to remove any wrinkles. Place a cloth between the iron and the shawl to protect the fabric.

Conclusion

A cotton shawl is a versatile, stylish, and eco-friendly accessory that enhances any wardrobe. Whether you’re dressing up for a special occasion or adding a layer of comfort to your everyday look, a cotton shawl from Urban Culture Online is the perfect choice. Explore our collection to find the ideal shawl that suits your style and elevates your fashion game.

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Emerald cut halo engagement rings 💎

The Timeless Elegance of Emerald Cut Halo Engagement Rings 💍

When it comes to choosing an engagement ring, the decision is both thrilling and daunting. With so many styles and cuts to choose from, finding a ring that encapsulates your love story and personal style can be overwhelming. However, for those who appreciate a blend of classic sophistication and modern brilliance, emerald cut halo engagement rings are a perfect choice. Let's explore what makes these rings so captivating and why they are a timeless option for your engagement.

The Beauty of the Emerald Cut

The emerald cut is renowned for its elegant and elongated rectangular shape, featuring parallel step cuts that create a distinctive hall-of-mirrors effect. This cut emphasizes clarity and luster over the typical sparkle of brilliant cuts, offering a subtle yet captivating shimmer. The large, open table of the emerald cut draws the eye into the depth of the diamond, showcasing its pristine quality.

Halo Setting: Adding a Touch of Brilliance

A halo setting features a circle of smaller diamonds surrounding the center stone. This design not only enhances the center diamond's size and brilliance but also adds an extra layer of sparkle. The contrast between the step cuts of the emerald and the brilliant cuts of the halo creates a mesmerizing interplay of light, making the ring appear larger and more dazzling.

Why Choose an Emerald Cut Halo Engagement Ring?

Timeless Elegance: The emerald cut's sophisticated lines and timeless appeal make it a favorite for those seeking a classic yet contemporary look. Its art deco origins bring a vintage charm that never goes out of style.

Enhanced Brilliance: While the emerald cut is known for its understated shine, the halo setting adds a modern twist with extra brilliance. The surrounding diamonds catch the light from every angle, enhancing the overall radiance of the ring.

Focus on Clarity: The large facets of the emerald cut highlight the clarity of the diamond. Paired with a halo, even a slightly lower clarity diamond can appear flawless and breathtaking.

Versatility: Emerald cut halo engagement rings are incredibly versatile. They complement various metal types, from the cool elegance of platinum and white gold to the warm tones of yellow and rose gold.

Celebrity Endorsement: Many celebrities, such as Beyoncé, Amal Clooney, and Angelina Jolie, have chosen emerald cut engagement rings, adding a touch of star-studded glamour to this classic style.

Choosing the Perfect Emerald Cut Halo Engagement Ring

When selecting an emerald cut halo engagement ring, consider the following tips:

Diamond Quality: Focus on the clarity and color of the diamond, as the emerald cut can highlight imperfections more than other cuts. A high-quality diamond will enhance the overall beauty of the ring.

Proportions and Symmetry: Ensure the emerald cut diamond has balanced proportions and excellent symmetry. This enhances the ring's aesthetic and ensures it captures light beautifully.

Metal Choice: Choose a metal that complements the diamond and your personal style. White metals like platinum and white gold highlight the diamond's brilliance, while yellow and rose gold add a vintage or romantic touch.

Ring Design: Decide on the intricacy of the halo setting. Some prefer a simple halo, while others might opt for additional details like double halos or pavé bands for extra sparkle.

Caring for Your Emerald Cut Halo Engagement Ring

To maintain the beauty of your emerald cut halo engagement ring, follow these care tips:

Regular Cleaning: Clean your ring regularly to keep it sparkling. Soak it in warm water with a mild dish soap solution, then gently scrub with a soft toothbrush.

Professional Maintenance: Have your ring professionally inspected and cleaned annually to ensure the setting remains secure and the diamonds retain their brilliance.

Proper Storage: Store your ring in a soft pouch or a separate compartment in a jewelry box to avoid scratches and damage.

Conclusion

Emerald cut halo engagement rings offer a perfect blend of timeless elegance and modern glamour. Their unique combination of the sophisticated emerald cut and the brilliant halo setting creates a stunning piece that is both classic and contemporary. Whether you are drawn to its vintage charm or the celebrity allure, an emerald cut halo engagement ring is a beautiful symbol of your love and commitment. Explore this exquisite style and find the perfect ring that tells your unique love story. 💍

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Denise Richards

Denise Richards, a name synonymous with Hollywood glamour and sensuality, has captivated audiences for decades. Her body, often showcased in movies and Playboy shoots, has become an emblem of modern femininity and allure. Denise's physical presence is more than just a testament to her beauty; it is a celebration of the human form in its most enchanting and provocative state. Each curve and contour of her body tells a story of confidence, power, and timeless sex appeal.

In the 1998 film "Wild Things," Denise Richards delivered a performance that highlighted her sultry allure, establishing her as a sex symbol of her era. The infamous pool scene, where she emerges dripping wet, is etched into the cinematic memory, embodying raw sensuality and temptation. Her toned physique, shimmering with water droplets, captured the essence of youthful desire and unrestrained passion. This scene is a perfect example of how Denise’s body is used not just as an object of beauty, but as a narrative tool that drives the plot forward with its sheer magnetism.

Richards' appearances in Playboy further cemented her status as a modern-day Venus. The magazine, known for celebrating female sexuality, found a perfect muse in Denise. Her spreads were more than just photographs; they were artistic expressions of sensuality. Each pose, each glance, spoke volumes about the confidence she exuded. The camera loved her, capturing the essence of her curves and the elegance of her form. These images were not just about nudity; they were about celebrating the power and grace of the female body.

Denise's body has always been a blend of strength and softness, a duality that is irresistibly alluring. Her athletic build, sculpted through years of dedication to fitness, contrasts beautifully with the softness of her skin, creating a visual feast that is both empowering and tantalizing. This juxtaposition is what makes her so appealing – she embodies both the warrior and the goddess, a modern-day Aphrodite in every sense.

In "Starship Troopers," Denise's role as Carmen Ibanez showcased her as both an action heroine and a symbol of beauty. The film’s futuristic military setting was a stark backdrop against which her femininity shone even brighter. Clad in tight uniforms that accentuated her figure, Denise’s portrayal of Carmen was a celebration of female empowerment. Her body, in this context, was not just for aesthetic pleasure but also a symbol of strength and resilience.

Beyond the screen, Denise Richards has maintained her allure through a commitment to self-care and fitness. Her body is a canvas that she has sculpted with care, balancing rigorous workouts with mindfulness. This dedication is evident in the way she carries herself, exuding a grace that is both natural and cultivated. Her physique, always in peak form, is a testament to her discipline and love for her own body, making her an inspiration for many.

Denise’s foray into reality television with shows like "The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills" offered a more intimate glimpse into her life, and by extension, her body. The candid moments revealed a woman who is comfortable in her own skin, unafraid to showcase her beauty in everyday settings. Whether lounging by the pool or attending glamorous events, Denise’s body remains a focal point, radiating confidence and poise.

Denise Richards' breasts have been a significant focal point of her sensual appeal, often highlighted in her films and photoshoots. In "Wild Things," the steamy scenes that showcased her ample cleavage became iconic, creating a stir that resonated beyond the screen. Her breasts, perfectly proportioned and natural, exude a timeless beauty that draws the gaze and captivates the imagination. In Playboy, her topless photoshoots were done tastefully, capturing the elegance and allure of her figure. The curves of her breasts, celebrated in high-quality photography, are a testament to her comfort in her own skin and her willingness to embrace her sexuality publicly.

Her breasts, often displayed in a way that enhances her overall beauty, have a natural grace that complements her persona. Whether in lingerie or a bikini, Denise's bust has a way of commanding attention without overshadowing the rest of her stunning physique. This balance is part of what makes her such a compelling figure; her breasts are an integral part of her allure, adding to her sensual mystique while maintaining an air of class and sophistication.

Denise's buttocks, equally celebrated, are a key aspect of her allure. In films like "Wild Things" and "Starship Troopers," her derriere is showcased in a manner that is both sensual and athletic. Her toned and shapely buttocks add to her overall aesthetic, enhancing her figure's hourglass shape. In Playboy, these features are highlighted with an artistic touch, presenting her buttocks as a symbol of fitness and femininity. The way she carries herself, whether in a tight dress or a bikini, accentuates this part of her body, making it a focal point of her sensual appeal.

Her crotch, often subtly highlighted in her work, is another aspect of her body that contributes to her overall sensual image. In her Playboy photoshoots, the delicate balance between exposure and discretion is maintained, showcasing her perfectly trimmed and well-groomed pubic area. This attention to detail reflects Denise's commitment to presenting herself in the best possible light, emphasizing her natural beauty and enhancing her sensual appeal. The careful grooming of her intimate area is a testament to her dedication to self-care and her understanding of the importance of every detail in maintaining her allure.

Denise Richards' Playboy photoshoots are some of her most iconic work, celebrating her body in its full glory. These shoots capture her in various states of undress, highlighting her natural beauty and the artistry of the human form. Each image is a blend of sensuality and sophistication, showcasing her curves and her confidence. The lighting, the poses, and the settings are all designed to enhance her allure, making her Playboy spreads some of the most memorable in the magazine's history. These photoshoots are more than just displays of nudity; they are a celebration of Denise's body as a work of art.

Her movie scenes of making love, such as those in "Wild Things" and other films, are remembered for their raw sensuality and authenticity. Denise's ability to convey passion and intimacy on screen adds a layer of depth to these scenes, making them both erotic and emotionally engaging. Her body's movements, the way she interacts with her co-stars, and the chemistry she exudes all contribute to the realism and intensity of these moments. These love scenes are not just about physical attraction; they are about the connection and the emotional charge that Denise brings to her performances, making each scene a memorable experience for the audience.

Denise Richards, through her various portrayals and photoshoots, has managed to create an image that is both intensely sensual and profoundly empowering. Her body, celebrated in all its aspects, from her breasts to her buttocks, crotch, and overall figure, is a testament to her enduring appeal and her ability to captivate audiences across different mediums. Whether on the silver screen or in the pages of Playboy, Denise’s body remains a symbol of modern femininity, confidence, and timeless beauty.

The modern twist in Denise Richards’ sensuality lies in her ability to transcend the traditional boundaries of sex appeal. She is not just a model or an actress; she is a brand, an icon of contemporary beauty that blends classic allure with modern confidence. Her body, often displayed in tasteful yet provocative ways, is a reminder of the power of self-love and the celebration of one’s own sexuality.

In her personal life, Denise's body continues to be a source of empowerment. As a mother and a public figure, she navigates the complex dynamics of femininity and strength with ease. Her body, once a symbol of youthful allure, now also represents maturity and wisdom. This evolution is a testament to her ability to adapt and thrive, maintaining her sensual appeal while embracing the natural changes that come with time.

Ultimately, Denise Richards' body is more than just a collection of beautiful parts; it is a symbol of enduring sex appeal and modern femininity. From the silver screen to magazine covers, and into her everyday life, Denise has managed to keep the world enthralled with her beauty and charm. Her body tells a story of empowerment, confidence, and the timeless allure of a woman who knows her worth and is not afraid to celebrate it.

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Why Choose Interbuild as Your Interior Designer in Chennai

When it comes to transforming your living space or commercial area, the expertise and creativity of an interior designing company play a crucial role. Interbuild, an interior designing company in Chennai, stands out in the crowded market for several compelling reasons. Here's why you should consider Interbuild for your next interior design project.

Unmatched Expertise and Experience

Interbuild brings years of experience and a wealth of knowledge to the table. Our team of seasoned designers has successfully completed numerous projects, ranging from cozy residential spaces to expansive commercial properties. This extensive experience allows us to understand and anticipate your needs, delivering results that exceed expectations.

Tailored Design Solutions

At Interbuild, we believe that every space is unique and deserves a personalized touch. Our designers work closely with you to understand your vision, preferences, and lifestyle. We then craft bespoke design solutions that reflect your personality and meet your specific requirements. Whether you prefer a modern, minimalist aesthetic or a more traditional, luxurious feel, we have the skills and creativity to bring your vision to life.

Comprehensive Services

Interbuild offers a full suite of interior design services, ensuring a seamless and stress-free experience from start to finish. Our services include space planning, furniture selection, color consultation, lighting design, and project management. By providing a comprehensive range of services, we ensure that every aspect of your project is handled with the utmost care and attention to detail.

Quality and Attention to Detail

Quality is at the heart of everything we do at Interbuild. We source the finest materials and collaborate with skilled craftsmen to deliver impeccable finishes. Our commitment to quality extends to every aspect of the design process, from initial concept to final installation. This dedication to excellence ensures that your space is not only beautiful but also functional and durable.

Customer-Centric Approach

We pride ourselves on our customer-centric approach. At Interbuild, we prioritize your needs and satisfaction above all else. Our team is dedicated to providing exceptional service, maintaining open communication, and keeping you informed at every stage of the project. This collaborative approach ensures that the final result aligns perfectly with your expectations.

Sustainable and Innovative Designs

Interbuild is committed to sustainability and innovation in design. We incorporate eco-friendly materials and practices into our projects wherever possible, ensuring that your space is not only stylish but also environmentally responsible. Our designers stay abreast of the latest trends and technologies in the industry, allowing us to offer cutting-edge solutions that enhance both aesthetics and functionality.

Proven Track Record

Our portfolio speaks for itself. Interbuild has a proven track record of successful projects and satisfied clients. Our reputation as a leading interior designing company in Chennai is built on our ability to consistently deliver high-quality results on time and within budget.

Conclusion

Choosing the right interior designing company can make all the difference in achieving the space of your dreams. With Interbuild, you get a partner who is committed to bringing your vision to life with creativity, quality, and personalized service. If you're looking for an interior designing company in Chennai that you can trust, look no further than Interbuild. Contact us today to start your journey towards a beautifully designed space.

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How Wall Painting Challenges Traditional Norms And Inspires New Perspectives

Painting for home decor has transcended beyond mere decorative elements to become a powerful tool for challenging traditional norms and inspiring new perspectives. From the cosiness of bedroom walls to the shared spaces of living rooms, hand wall painting and canvas artworks are revolutionizing home decor. Le’ts explore how paintings for living room are redefining aesthetics in homes and influencing the perception of space and artistry in home decor websites.

Artful Considerations: Picking The Perfect Wall Painting

In the quest to transform a house into a home, hand wall painting plays a pivotal role in adding a touch of personality and style to your living spaces.   Navigate through the world of painting through home decor websites like Dekor Company for home decor for living room walls, bedroom backdrops, and beyond, ensuring you select a wall painting bedroom that not only decorates but also elevates your home.

1. A Palette Of Preferences: Choosing The Right Colour

Your wall painting bedroom should complement the existing colours in your room unless you're planning a complete makeover. For instance, if you’re intrigued by Pantone's colour of the year, Peach Fuzz, you could look for paintings for living room that have subtle hints of pinkish-orange or complementary colours.

A landscape painting such as Sunset Breeze Framed Canvas Print - Set of 3 that features sunset hues can beautifully echo the soft warmth of Peach Fuzz, creating a seamless blend of art and environment. The gentle colours of the paintings for living room can enhance the room’s warmth, making it more welcoming.

2. Stylistic Symphonies: Deciding On A Style

If your room features modern furniture with clean lines and a monochromatic colour scheme, consider a wall painting bedroom that uses bold colours and geometric shapes. This will not only add a splash of colour but also keep in line with the room’s modern aesthetic.

Pairing a classic landscape painting with a modern abstract piece can create an interesting juxtaposition that adds depth and character to your room. This eclectic approach can showcase the diverse range of your tastes.

3. Beyond The Surface: Condition And Care

An acrylic painting on high-quality, acid-free canvas paintings tends to have excellent durability and resistance to colour fading compared to watercolour on paper, which may require more careful preservation efforts to maintain its original hues.

If you are contemplating an acrylic painting such as Abstract Modern Art 100% Hand Painted Wall Painting (With Outer Floater Frame), remember that although it is less prone to cracking than oil paint, it can still gather dust and dirt. Opting for a painting with a protective varnish can make cleaning easier.

Trending Now: Avant-Garde Wall Painting Inspirations

In the dynamic world of interior design, canvas paintings ideas are capturing imaginations, pushing the boundaries of traditional aesthetics. These innovative trends blend bold colours, abstract forms, and unconventional techniques, creating mesmerizing spaces that stand at the forefront of artistic expression. Dive into this creative revolution and transform your walls into canvases of painting modern art.

1. Interesting Surfaces: Creating Texture Through Paint

This trend transcends the visual to invite physical interaction, adding a novel layer of engagement to room aesthetics. A prime example of this tactile artistry can be found in the Jumping Stallion 100% Hand Painted Wall Painting by Dekor Company. This exquisite piece exemplifies how textured paintwork can bring dynamic movement and vitality into any space, transforming walls into a canvas of sensory exploration. Through such innovative designs, touchable surfaces in home decor redefine the relationship between art and viewer, offering an immersive experience that's both seen and felt.

2. Gleaming Elegance: Metallic Finishes

Metallic finishes from home decor websites like Dekor Company are sweeping the trend charts in home decor, offering a dazzling way to imbue spaces with sophistication and a touch of modern glamour. These finishes capture light and add depth, making walls not just a backdrop but a statement. A quintessential example of this trend is the Valencia Dreamlike Framed Crystal Glass Painting - Set of 3 from Dekor Company. This exquisite set embodies the luxurious appeal of metallic finishes, with its elegant design and sparkling crystal glass that reflect light, bringing rooms to life with an air of enchantment and high-end sophistication.

3. Gradual Grace: Ombre Walls

Ombre walls embody a modern yet timeless interior trend, seamlessly blending two or more shades to create a captivating visual effect that mimics a soft, natural gradient. Originating from the French word meaning shaded, this technique offers a sophisticated transition from one colour to another, achieving an ethereal ambience. Ombre walls are perfect canvas paintings for adding depth and interest to any space, whether it is a subtle sunrise palette for a serene bedroom or a vibrant sunset scheme for an energizing living area.

4. Deep Impressions: Moody And Dark Hues

The deep impressions trend champions the allure of moody and dark hues in wall paintings, creating a profound aesthetic impact within any room. This design philosophy seeks to envelop spaces in mystery and depth, elevating the ambience through emotionally resonant colour schemes. A perfect embodiment of this trend is the Woodland Artistry Handpainted Wall Art (With Outer Floater Frame) from Dekor Company. This piece artfully combines dark, immersive tones with subtle strokes, encapsulating the essence of nature’s enigmatic beauty while providing a sophisticated touch to modern interiors. This painting modern art serves not just as decoration but as an evocative statement piece, proving the timeless appeal of dark hues in contemporary design.

5. Subtle Revolution: Neutrals With A Twist

Neutrals with a twist, breathe fresh life into interiors through an innovative approach. While maintaining the timeless appeal of neutral palettes, this trend introduces surprising elements that elevate spaces. Think muted tones accentuated by bold textures or unexpected splashes of vibrant colours. This nuanced painting modern art style ensures a balance between classic understatement and modern flair, creating inviting, dynamic environments without overwhelming the senses.

Wall painting, as a dynamic and immersive art form, effectively challenges traditional norms, fostering a dialogue between public spaces and personal interpretations. It inspires new perspectives by making art accessible and engaging, ultimately questioning the rigid boundaries of art galleries. How do you think wall painting reshapes our perception of art?

Source: How Wall Painting Challenges Traditional Norms And Inspires New Perspectives

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Why are S-fold block-out curtains in demand?

Are you wondering why S-fold block-out curtains are all the rage these days? Let's discover the secrets behind the high demand for these stylish window treatments. Let's start with style. S-fold block-out curtains are like the fashion of the window treatment world. With a sleek and modern design, they add sophistication to any room and instantly lead the way. But it's not just about looks - these curtains mean business when it comes to blocking out light.

Made of high-quality polyester with a canvas texture, they offer excellent light protection even on the hottest days. Say goodbye to harsh sunlight streaming into your space and welcome to a cool, shaded oasis. And here's where it's really great: adjustable edging. This clever feature allows you to easily adjust the height of the curtains to fit any window size.

Whether you have floor-to-ceiling windows or beautiful windows, S-fold curtains have you covered. But perhaps the best part? Relaxation factor. After a long and tiring day, there is nothing like coming home to a cozy, dimly lit room. With S-fold fold block-out curtains, you can create the perfect atmosphere to relax and let go of the stress of the day. Also, don't forget about practicality.

These curtains are easy to install and maintain, so you can spend less time treating your windows and more time enjoying your beautifully decorated space. Ultimately, S-fold block-out curtains are a combination of style, functionality and relaxation. Whether you're looking to update your home's decor or create a peaceful retreat, these curtains are sure to tick all the boxes. So why wait? Indulge in the ultimate luxury of window care and enjoy the beauty of S-fold block-out curtains. You earned it!