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[draegerit]

Ein erster Blick auf den Melopero Cookie RP2040: Raspberry Pi Pico meets micro:bit

In diesem Beitrag möchte ich mit dir zusammen einen ersten Blick auf den Melopero Cookie RP2040 werfen. Dieser Mikrocontroller ist ein Mix aus Raspberry Pi Pico, BBC micro:bit und auch der Calliope Mini findet sich irgendwie hier wieder.

Diesen Mikrocontroller habe ich im Onlineshop von Botland.de für knapp 16 € zzgl. Versandkosten erstanden. In diesem Shop bekommst du diesen Mikrocontroller derzeit zum besten Preis.

Warum noch ein Klon?

Die große Frage, welche man sich zunächst stellen kann, ist "Warum noch ein Klon?". Diese Frage ist berechtigt, denn, dieser Mikrocontroller mit dem RP2040 Chip, einigen Anschlüssen und einer LED-Matrix ist jetzt nicht das neueste und bringt auch nicht soviel zusätzlichen Spaß. Theoretisch könnte hier der Beitrag enden, jedoch möchte ich diesem eine Chance geben und einmal ins Detail schauen.

Pins & Anschlüsse

Vor allem, wenn man sich das Format etwas genauer betrachtet, dann finden wir die Pins rings um den Mikrocontroller angeordnet, welche man mit Krokodilklemmen oder Bananenstecker (3 mm) abgreifen kann.

Batterieanschluss & USB-C Schnittstelle

Am Mikrocontroller findest du den Pin VBAT über diesen kannst du deinen Mikrocontroller via Batterie zu betreiben. Der Hersteller gibt hier an, dass die gleichzeitige Verwendung beider Stromanschlüsse dazu führen kann, dass entweder deine Batterie oder dein PC zerstört werden kann. Ich würde sogar so weit gehen, dass eher der Mikrocontroller zerstört wird!

Features des Melopero Cookie RP2040

Der Mikrocontroller bietet wie erwähnt einige Features, welche wir bei anderen bereits finden. Zu diesen Features zählen: - eine 5x5 RGB LED Matrix, - zwei Taster, - eine USB-C-Schnittstelle, - einen Qwii-Anschluss, - Kontakte Abgreifbar via Krokodilklemme& Bananenstecker, - zwei Löcher zur Montage Abmaße des Mikrocontrollers sind Ø 50,8 mm. Technische Daten des RP2040 Chips Verbaut ist ein RP2040 Chip von der Raspberry Pi Foundation, welcher nachfolgenden technischen Daten hat: MikrochipRP2040, Dual-Core Arm Cortex M0+ mit bis zu 133 MHzSpeicher SRAM264 KBFlash2 MBSchnittstellenUSB 1.1 2x SPI, 2x I²C, 2x UART 3x 12-bit ADC (Analog Digital Converter)En/Ausgänge26 Pins 16x PWM ChannelSensoren & AktorenTemperatursensor Timer

Pinout & Aufbau des Melopero Cookie RP2040

Auf dem Mikrocontroller findest du diverse Aktoren, welche du recht einfach programmieren kannst. Die LED ist als einzige von diesen mit "21" beschriftet.

Aufbau des Melopero Cookie RP2040 Qwiic / Stemma Anschluss Über den Qwiic / Stemma Anschluss kannst du spezielle Sensoren und Aktoren in Reihe schalten und einzeln adressieren. Die Kommunikation läuft dabei über I2C. Jedoch sind derzeit die Sensoren & Aktoren für dieses Ökosystem recht teuer, sodass sich ein Wechsel, nach meiner Meinung noch nicht lohnt.

Einrichten und Programmieren des Melopero Cookie RP2040

Wie üblich, kannst du deinen Mikrocontroller in MicroPython, CircuitPython sowie in der Arduino IDE programmieren. Ich möchte im Nachfolgenden den Mikrocontroller in MicroPython programmieren. https://youtu.be/3M3b8clU-FU Der Hersteller hat zu diesem Mikrocontroller eine offizielle, englische Dokumentation bereitgestellt, wo gezeigt wird, wie dieser geflasht und für MicroPython eingerichtet wird. Flashen des Mikrocontrollers für MicroPython Das Flashen des Melopero Cookie RP2040 für MicroPython ist sehr einfach, unterscheidet sich jedoch deutlich vom Raspberry Pi Pico. Denn man muss bei verbundenem Gerät die Taste "BT" (grüner Kreis) & "RS" (roter Kreis) drücken und die Taste "RS" loslassen, dann wird das Laufwerk eingebunden und wir können die Taste "BT" loslassen. Also eigentlich sehr einfach.

Wenn das Laufwerk eingebunden ist, dann musst du nun die entsprechende UF2-Datei mit der neuen Firmware auf diesen kopieren. Die Firmware bekommst du unter http://www.melopero.com/Melopero_Cookie_RP2040.zip. In der ZIP-Datei findest du die Firmware für CircuitPython und MicroPython sowie eine Bibliothek mit Beispielen für C++.

Programmieren in der Thonny IDE

Den Mikrocontroller kannst du nach dem Flashen dann zum Beispiel in der Thonny IDE programmieren. Dazu musst du zunächst den Interpreter einrichten.

Im Programm klickst du unten rechts auf den derzeit ausgewählen Mikrocontroller und wählst aus dem Menü "Konfiguriere den Interpreter ...".

Im neuen Dialog wählst du dann als Erstes den Eintrag "MicroPython (RP2040)" (1) aus. Danach den Port (2). Solltest du mehrere serielle Geräte an deinem PC angeschlossen haben, so schaue einmal in den Geräte-Manager, um den passenden zu finden. Die Auswahl bestätigen wir mit der Schaltfläche "OK" (3). Wenn du nun in der Taskleiste auf die Schaltfläche "Stopp/Restart ausführen" klickst, dann sollte in der Kommandozeile die nachfolgende Ausgabe erscheinen.

Programmieren der Taster & LED

Wie oben gezeigt findest du auf dem Mikrocontroller zwei Taster und eine kleine SMD LED. Als erstes möchte ich dir zeigen, wie diese programmiert wird. Mit den Tastern A & B möchte ich zunächst die LED AN & AUS schalten. #aus dem Modul machine die Klasse Pin laden from machine import Pin #Modul time importieren import time #die LED ist am GPIO 21 angeschlossen #und wird als Ausgang definiert led = Pin(21, Pin.OUT) #die Taster sind an den GPIOs 10 & 11 #angeschlossen und werden als Eingang #definiert buttonA = Pin(10, Pin.IN) buttonB = Pin(11, Pin.IN) #starten einer Endlosschleife while True: #Wenn der Taster A gedrückt wird, dann... if buttonA.value() == 1: #LED aktivieren led.on() #einlegen einer kleinen Pause, #damit entprellen wir den Taster time.sleep(0.5) #Wenn der Taster B gedrückt wird, dann... if buttonB.value() == 1: #LED deaktivieren led.off() #einlegen einer kleinen Pause, #damit entprellen wir den Taster time.sleep(0.5) Wenn wir den Code auf dem Mikrocontroller ausführen, dann können wir mit den beiden Tastern die kleine SMD LED Ein- und Ausschalten.

Programmieren der 5x5 RGB LED Matrix

Mit der Firmware zu MicroPython bekommst du Module zum Abfragen der Taster sowie für die RGB LED-Matrix. Diese Module müssen nicht zusätzlich installiert werden und du brauchst diese lediglich importieren und kannst diese verwenden. Für die Programmierung der 5x5 RGB LED-Matrix hast du fertige, kleine Funktionen um entweder einzelne LEDs anzusteuern oder auch Scrolltext auf dieser auszugeben. Das finde ich besonders gut gelungen. #Importen der Klasse Cookie_RP2040 aus dem Modul melopreo_cookie from melopero_cookie import Cookie_RP2040 #Text für den Scrolltext msg = "Hallo Welt!" #erzeugen eines Objektes vom Typ Cookie_RP2040 cookie=Cookie_RP2040() #LEDs löschen cookie.clear_screen() #setzen der Textfarbe als RGB Wert #Der letzte Wert bildet die Helligkeit ab! cookie.set_rgb_color(0, 0, 255,0.05) #setzen der Hintergrundfarbe cookie.set_rgb_background(0,0,0, 0.1) #anzeigen / abspielen des Scrolltextes cookie.show_message(msg) Mit diesem kleinen Code erzeugen wir nun die Laufschrift "Hallo Welt!" auf der LED-Matrix. Die Farbe für den Text habe ich in Blau gesetzt. Read the full article

[thebiasrekkers]

Preface Year: Unknown (Presumed 1999) Location: Mega City (Metro City)

There have been whispers of The One’s return. No one knows when or how long it would take. The War with the Machines has raged on for nearly a hundred years and the hope for the Human Race begins to dwindle with each passing year. The Matrix is in its Third Incarnation - the birth of the Modern Era. The Oracle, created to unbalance the work of The Architect, has offered to help build The Matrix where it would be accepted, versus being rejected. But there is always something about 1% and that 1% has given birth to The One, once again. The One is still sleeping, waiting for the day when they will wake up to bring an end to the Machine War. 

This is the tale of The Third One.

Fandom: BTS Fandom Work: “Defragmentation” by Admin E of The Bias Rekkers Origin stories set to come soon!

[paintmewithmemories]

our love came with an expiration date

“There’s a man in my bed that’s calling me ‘babe’ and I don’t think I’ve ever met him before.”

There was a moment of silence that felt like a decade long, and then a loud burst of laughter that felt even longer.

“You almost got me there,” Namjoon said out of breath. “Yoongi’s been in your bed for the past eight months. I’m sure this isn’t the first time you notice him there.”

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[slythereeen]

Yang Selalu Kita Skip

“My wife asked me why I spoke softly in the house. I sad I was afraid Mark Zuckerberg was listening! She laughed. I Laughed. Alexa Laughed. Siri Laughed”, - James Franco

Di era sekarang kayaknya semua itu bentuknya digital gitu ya. Sekolah digital, pesen makanan digital, belanja digital, sampai prostitusi digital (itu loh yang akun akun VCS VCS yang suka muncul di twitter. Ah sudahlah). Hey penganut teori konstipasi, jangan bilang kalau ini udah diprediksi sama The Simpson gitu yah haha. Nah tapi gegara digital ini, isu privacy jadi krusial banget kalau kata saya mah, apalagi di media sosial. 

Buat urusan media sosial ini, kan kita suka nemu ada orang yang oversharing, bahkan even itu hal privacy sekali pun. Yang story-nya titik titik gituuu kan ya (kaya post ini misalnya). Semuanya di share ke medsos. Dari hal-hal sederhana sampai yang kayaknya gak perlu deh (kaya persiapan malam pertama haha sad). Biasanya oversharing itu kalau kita lagi nemu sesuatu yang baru di kehidupan kita (misalkan pas traveling ke negara X, atau hari-hari pertama kuliah di Bikini Bottom University, sampai baru pertama kali nikah. Nikah kan nemu moment baru ya. Gak pernah ditemuin sebelumnya). Trust me, kalau something yang common mah kayaknya gak akan di story deh. Bener ga kalau kita cuman bakal story sesuatu yang baru di hidup kita. Relate?

“Ente julid aje kerjaanya Akh”, - Respon Akh Azhima (temen kontrakan) setiap saya ngomentarin kenapa ya kadang influencer (bad or good influencer) suka ngelakuin yang aneh-aneh.

Biasanya sih influencer ya yang kaya gini, tapi gak influencer juga ada sih haha. (tidak niat roasting, itu pilihan temen-temen). Saya juga greget kalau gak nge share hal-hal yang baru yang saya temuin di kehidupan tuh. Pengen aja di share (apalagi pas pengalaman ngegembel di negara orang). Yah siapa tau di view doi kan ya terus 1 jam setelahnya liat siapa aja yang udah liat story (plot twist: dah di view dan gak terjadi apa apa. sad! haha hiks). Nah tapi buat case bukan artis, saya gak tau nih mungkin temen-temen Psikologi bisa buat risetnya. Sebenernya kepribadian Introvert Extrovert ngaruh ga ke kelakuan oversharing? Soalnya sepengematan saya ngeliat yang oversharing itu biasanya yang extrovert (walau gak semua sih ya. Kebetulan temuan saya aja). Saya kan orang introvert (67%), suka konflik batin gini pas mau posting sesuatu

“Jangan ceritakan dirimu pada orang lain karena orang yang menyukaimu tidak membutuhkannya dan orang yang tidak menyukaimu tidak akan mempercayainya”, - Ali Ibn Abi Talib. Quote ini suka dikenal juga sebagai The Art Of Being Introvert.

Sebenernya gapapa kan ya oversharing kalau emang menarik mah hal yang di share-nya. Kita juga seneng ngeliatnya. Tapi kalau dah keterlaluan? NORAK NORAK haha (duh kan julid lagi). Kita pernah bahas ditulisan sebelumnya yaw! Dan anyway terjadi lagi kan kasus oversharing. Yang kasus kurang kenceng yang viral di twitter. Terus netizen langsung ungkit lagi kasus good looking selalu menang di saat ada influencer yang cuman mukbang doang tapi dihujatnya abis-abisan. Hmmm, standar ganda? Au ah males.

Ceritanya saat itu saya lagi masuk kelas business strategy. Pak dosen lagi ngebahas tentang Ansoff Matrix (bisa dicek tools ini di google. Matrix sederhana buat nentuin strategi bisnis kamu ke depan). Karena kebetulan lagi ngebahas tentang itu, Pak Dosen spoiler tentang BCG Matrix (ini designed sama salah satu konsultan terkenal, apalagi kalau bukan Boston Consulting Group). Nah itu di kelas kan ya. Materi berakhir dan saya pulang ke kosan.

Pas di kosan, apa yang terjadi? iklan BCG Matrix SPONSORED itu muncul di Instagram haha. Lah kata saya teh ini mah yang tadi dibahas di kelas. Saya gak pernah searching tentang ini sebelumnya. Jangan-jangan IG dengerin apa yang diomongin di kelas ya? Emang bener mereka dengerin apa yang kita omongin? Dimana kita tau hal ini? Semuanya mungkin terjawab di Term of use. Yang selalu kita skip (kek judul tulisan ini)

Nah balik lagi ke kasus privacy yang awal. Sebenernya gak oversharing pun, isu privacy ini masih tetep rame kan ya. Kaya kasus yang saya alami pas di kelas itu atau mungkin temen-temen bisa liat beberapa youtuber yang ngelakuin eksperimen nguji bener gak kalau internet dengerin apa yang kita omongin (ke Youtube jangan cuman ngeliat 2 jam gak ngapa ngapain hey wkwk). Akhirnya saya “iseng-iseng” buka ketentuan penggunaan Instagram (gak ada kerjaan beud yah haha). Saya yang selama ini maen skip skip aja, baru reveal something. Here We Go!

Apa Yang Instagram Tawarin

(1) Menawarkan peluang yang dipersonalisasikan untuk membuat, menjalin hubungan, berkomunikasi, menemukan, dan membagikan. (2) Mendorong terciptanya lingkungan yang bersifat positif, inklusif, dan aman (3) Mengembangkan dan menggunakan teknologi yang membantu kami dalam melayani komunitas kami secara konsisten. dan lain-lain. Bisa dicek disini. 

Ada yang menarik disini. Dibagian ini disebutin ada yang namanya kebijakan data. Nah ini nih. Data-data kita dongs. Kebijakan data ini ada lagi halaman khusus buat ngebahasnya anyway. Ini katanya:

A. Jenis Informasi yang Instagram kumpulin

(i) Hal-hal yang Anda dan orang lain lakukan serta berikan

Informasi dan konten yang kita berikan (lokasi foto atau tanggal pembuatan file, dll), jaringan dan koneksi (orang yang paling sering komunikasi sama kita & grup yang kita ikutin. langsung cek grup yah haha), penggunaan kita di IG (kek jenis konten yang kita liat, fitur yang kita gunain, dll), Informasi tentang transaksi yang dilakuin di Produk mereka including WA-FB-IG (kek pembelian game atau donasi), Hal-hal yang dilakuin sama orang lain & informasi yang dikasih mereka tentang kita (kek pas temen kita ngeshare foto kita tau ngomentarin foto kita)

(ii) Informasi Perangkat

Atribut Perangkat (sistem operasi, versi perangkat keras dan perangkat lunak, level baterai, kekuatan sinyal, ruang penyimpanan yang tersedia, jenis browser, nama dan jenis aplikasi dan file, serta plugin.), Operasi perangka. Pendentifikasi (ID Perangkat dll). Sinyal perangkat (Sinyal Bluetooth dan informasi tentang titik akses Wi-Fi, beacon, dan menara BTS terdekat), Data dari pengaturan perangkat (akses lokasi GPS, kamera, atau foto), Jaringan dan koneksi (nama operator seluler atau penyedia jasa internet Anda, bahasa, zona waktu, nomor ponsel, alamat IP, kecepatan koneksi).

Sebenernya masih banyak lagi. Baca halamannya sendiri lah ya. Tapi dari situ ktita bisa ngeliat seberapa banyak data yang kita kasih ke mereka. Sampai tau BTS terdekat pun tau dah. Saya aja sampe sekarang gak tau BTS terdekat dari rumah itu dimana dah hiks.

Komitmen: Yang Boleh dan Gak Boleh Dilakuin

Bagian ini sih yang kadang suka dilanggar (mungkin karena suka skip term of use kaya saya gitu yah haha). Tapi dari sini saya belajar juga. Saya gak akan sebutin semua, tapi yang unik-unik aja. Apa aja? here we go!

A. Orang yang bisa pake IG:

(i) Pengguna IG itu minimal 13 taun atau usia minimal resmi di negara kita pake IG

Ini saya baru tau banget sih. Katanya minimum umur buat IG itu 13 taun. Jadi buat emak-emak dan bapack-bapack muda. Mungkin harus mikir ulang kembali kalau mau buat IG buat anaknya. Jangan baru borojol dah langsung ada gitu yah haha. Eh bisa sih kalau di negara kita umur batas punya IG itu minimal 1 bulan (tapi gak tau ini berapa umurnya). Saya jadi mikir, oh pantesan Bu Retno Hening muat konten apapun tentang Kirana di IG nya beliau langsung tuh gegara ini kali ya. Padahal Bu Retno bisa buatin IG spesial Kirana. Kirana buat IG, auto banyak followersnya pasti. Kayaknya beliau baca dulu aturan ini deh. Makasih inspirasinya Bu Retno. Respect!

(ii) Kita bukan terpidana pelaku kejahatan seksual 

Katanya orang yang terpidana pelaku kejahatan seksual itu gak bisa pake IG. Tapi di kita banyak ga ya yang kek gitu? yang terpidana tapi tetep masih punya IG. atau malah banyak gitu followersnya haha dah lah

b. Cara yang gak boleh dilakuin di IG

(i) Kita gak boleh nyamar jadi orang lain atau ngasih informasi yang gak akurat

Disini kita gak harus ngungkapin identitas kita di IG, tapi kita harus ngasih informasi yang akurat dan terbaru. Kita gak boleh nyamar jadi orang lain atau buatin akun orang lain (tanpa izin tegas dari yang bersangkutan). ini sering deh. Ada yang viral-viral, biasanya tuh akun-akun bentukan baru dengan nama orang yang viral jadi ngedadak banyak pas kita search di explore itu. Kek gilang bungkus kemaren, akun aslinya dah kemana. Muncul akun-akun baru nya dan banyak.

(ii) Kita gak boleh ngejual, transfer, beli aspek apapun dari akun kita (including username)

Suka ada kan ya yang jualan akun IG. yang followers nya banyak, terus akhirnya dijual. Katanya gak boleh dijual yaw

(iii) Kita gak boleh posting informasi pribadi, informasi rahasia, atau ngelanggar hak miik orang lain kaya hak kekayaan intelektual

Izin Yang Kita Berikan ke Instagram

1. Kami tidak mengklaim kepemilikan atas konten Anda, tetapi Anda memberi lisensi kepada kami untuk menggunakannya.

2. Izin untuk menggunakan nama pengguna Anda, foto profil, serta informasi mengenai hubungan dan tindakan Anda dengan akun, iklan, dan konten bersponsor.

3. Anda menyetujui bahwa kami dapat mengunduh dan menginstal update pada Layanan di perangkat Anda.

Duh kepanjangan ya. Ini kalau saya bahas semuanya kayaknya panjang banget ini tulisan haha. Langsung ke intinya aja deh. Intinya ternyata data-data kita yang masuk ke IG itu banyak banget. Urusan privacy ternyata gak cuman ada di oversharing (itu yang oversharing mah bukan gak tau jaga privacy. Tapi mereka tau tentang menjaga privacy tapi mereka lebih memilih buat engga ngejaga itu). 

Jadi yah gitu lah yah, belum ngejawab sih kenapa tiba-tiba ada IG Sponsored di IG saya pas dulu di kampus (soalnya beberapa artikel bilang katanya IG gak listening us. Katanya). Tapi yah setelah baca term of use ini, saya jadi mulai tau ada hal-hal yang bisa dan seharusnya gak boleh dilakuin tapi kadang dilanggar. Maaf dah oversharing. Dah ah bhye, merci beaucoup and thanks for having a beautiful mind!

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

BTS OT7 Masterlist

BTS Reactions/Scenarios:

You go into labor at a fansign 

You have a panic attack and the members and your service dog comfort you

You’re a raver

You meet them while out and pretend you don’t know who they are, forgetting you’re wearing merch of theirs

You are asexual

You surprise visit them on tour 

Wolf BTS AU! You get injured in the woods and they find you 

You are a successful CEO

Your relationship is exposed while they are on tour

Your family fights a lot and you’re stuck at home so they comfort you

Cuddling with them

You are their best friend and are pregnant

You wear a rock group’s shirt to their concert and are teased by fans

You are unmotivated/insecure about your dancing

You are Adora’s best friend and they often come to her studio to see you

The first time they are intimate with you 

You love thunderstorms

They teach you how to play an instrument

You reveal you are non-binary

Animals are at ease around you

You end up in the hospital because you eat a dish not knowing it has seafood in it and you’re allergic

You get into a laughing fit

They lose a bet with you and you ask for head pats

You are a famous author

You are their celebrity crush and they meet you backstage

You almost fall over whenever you sneeze

You are a chef and open up your own restaurant

You fall asleep on them and talk in your sleep

They get a call that you are in the hospital and have given birth when neither of you knew you were pregnant

You are on a blind date with them and they see your scars from a past abusive relationship

They see you on date after you two breakup 

You speak French

You overthink everything 

You ask them to caress your cheek because it helps you sleep 

You have Lupus

They’re disappointed you’re a proper eater 

Werewolf BTS: They meet your large and overprotective dog 

Their dominant behavior makes you uncomfortable

You try to stay awake but fall asleep while hanging out with them

You are craving their affection

The members reaction to the shadow comeback trailer

Mafia AU: They are upset on the wedding night of their arranged marriage with you

You are afraid to have kids because you feel you won’t be a good parent

You squeak because of the hiccups 

You have NF1

Taehyung x Jungkook x Reader: They reveal your relationship while on your

Poly Taegi relationship headcanons

Namjoon & Yoongi x reader: You move to Seoul to surprise them while they are on tour

Poly Namseok relationship headcanons

Poly vmin soulmate scenario

They visit you for the first time

They are teased for having a hickey/giving you one

You are self conscious because you are older than them

You get in a fight after someone flirts with them

They fall in love with you at a fan sign

They find out you are having twins

You come home crying from work 

They propose to you at a concert

Poly jikook relationship headcanons

Your friend knows you have a crush on them and dares you to try and seduce them

You have an alcoholic parent

Poly Yoonkook: When you are pregnant headcanons

You are in a musical

Werewolf BTS: You register them as a service dog

Poly Yoonseok relationship head canons

You watch a soccer match together

You go to the beach even though you’re afraid of swimming 

Poly Minjoon relationship head canons

Poly Taejin relationship head canons 

They help you get over a toxic friendship

They ask you to teach them to say something in a foreign language 

They take you out to secretly explore the city

Poly Namgi headcanons

They meet your same sex parents

Werewolf BTS reaction: You boop their nose

They say something flirt to you in Korean not realizing you can understand them 

You’re a cosplayer

Your neighbors are fighting and you worry your relationship is going to end up the same

You become flustered around them

Someone flirts with you

They make you shiver

You ask for their affection

How they would flirt with you if they wanted your attention

On their honeymoon

You need to listen to music to sleep at night

You own exotic animals

You are the singer of a rock/metal band

Poly namkook relationship head canons

You get severe cramps

You are sick and lose your voice

They encourage you when you’re shy in public

They use you as a pillow

You are on the spectrum

You distance yourself from them because you are afraid of getting hurt

How each member would kiss you after getting back from tour

Poly Namjin headcanons

They can tell you’re upset by the songs you are listening to

Mafia AU: You get attacked on your way home

You’re one of their staff members and they fall in love with you

You sprain your ankle

Poly Yoonkook relationship headcanons

You have to hold their hand in order to sleep

Your first time staying the night with them

You cry thinking about how much you love them

You give them eskimo kisses

Their little sister is self harming

You have a ‘queen bee’ type personality

Your towel falls down when you slip in the bathroom

You’re their neighbor and they accidentally reveal they have a crush on you

You are plus sized and proud

You’re a social butterfly

You’re their younger sister and get inappropriate messages from an older guy

Reaction to your baby bump

They do something thoughtful for you and you get emotional

You get drunk and wake up with matching tattoos

Poly vmin relationship headcanons

You are lactose intolerant

You meet them for the first time a few days before they go on tour

You are bluntly honest

They kiss you after not seeing you for a while

Your relationship is a secret so they create a signal to tell you they love you

They’re your first time

You are harassed while out on a date with them

You see the snow for the first time

You’re sick and ask them to sing for you

You flinch during and argument

BTS as secret admirers

You hit your head and have to go to the hospital

Poly Taekook relationship

Werewolf AU! Sharing a bed for the first time

They’re jealous of you spending too much time with TXT

You’re wounded dragon shifter and they help you

Your baby falls off the bed when they aren’t in the room

The other members walk in on you two and they think you’re doing something dirty

Comfort after a nightmare

They wake up their newborn after you just get them to go to sleep

Animals don’t like you and you get upset

You’re a prince/princess

You’re their flight attendant and they think you’re pretty

You’re sensitive towards others

You’re their best friend and are jealous of them spending too much time with another female celebrity

They see you without glasses for the first time

You throw your phone off the balcony when they ask to see it

They see your abusive ex

You insist on being courted

You insist on courting them

You’re insecure about your tall height

You were contemplating suicide, and they don’t find out until later

Vampire AU/ You’re a hunter trying to catch them pt. 2

They fall in love with someone who is the complete opposite of them

You have a lot of pets

You’re a contortionist and they go to see you perform

Werewolf AU where you save them     pt. 2

Vampire AU where they accidentally bite you

You travel the world with them

Talking in between kisses

The type of s.o each member needs

You need to hug something in order to sleep

They spoil you and you feel like you’re taking advantage of them

They ask if you’re pregnant when you’re actually not

You try to learn Korean for them but are getting frustrated until you understand something they say

You’re a struggling actress

You wear an outfit that shows off your figure

They walk in on your singing in the shower

They see a pregnant fan at a fansign

You have an emotional support/service dog

They comfort you after they can tell you are upset, even though you try to hide it

You are skinny and have a small chest and are insecure about it

They meet your large and loud family

You have a personality and fashion sense similar to them

They find out what their contact name is in your phone

They are insecure and you help comfort them

They are wearing your clothes

You’re the big spoon

Their crush is already in a relationship

You two are idols and break up after a 10 year relationship pt. 2

They don’t know you but they save you from suicide pt. 2

Their s.o beats them at overwatch

their s.o is peak ‘dumbass culture’

They notice their s.o’s baby bump before they know they are pregnant

Their s.o is hogging the bathroom

Harry Potter AU

Your both idols and break up after a 10 year relationship

Their crush likes them but doesn’t think they are good enough for them

Their crush can waterbend

They don’t know you but they save you from suicide

They have a crush on you and your boyfriend speaks badly of you behind your back and forgets your name

They are your first relationship and first kiss

Showering with their s.o

You accidentally confess to them

First time meeting your grandma who raised you

You have a child together, but hide it from them and they find out a year later Pt. 2

Their crush has a journal that reveals their true feelings

They are jealous of your male best friend but don’t realize he’s gay

You are wearing the wrong BT21 character pajamas

Their s.o is pregnant and stressed

They come home and find you standing on the counter because you’re too short to see inside the cabinets

You are practicing their songs/trying to learn Korean

You have a crush on a celebrity with rugged features

Having a ‘don’t tell mommy’ secret with their child

You send them a snap of yourself reacting to their songs

You can’t have kids but are open to other options

They are afraid to take their newborn to get shots

Comforting you during a panic attack

Their idol crush performs ‘Hello Bitches’ by CL

How they give heated kisses

Their s/o is on their period and their chest hurts so they cannot lay on it

Their s/o wants to have a matrix movie marathon

The other members find out you are secretly hooking up with each other

They wake up in their bt21 character’s body

Helping you through the birth of your child

You have a child from a previous relationship

Their best friend is in love with them and doesn’t realize they are their ideal type of girl

Their s.o/crush can hit a whistle note

Their normally kind/bubbly s/o roasts someone who is badmouthing them

Sharing a bed with them and your clothes ride up on you

They kiss your body affectionately because you are insecure/like it

Your first kiss with them

They’re feeling down and their crush is affectionate towards them to comfort them

Their s/o nuzzles them

Their attractive significant other has never been in a relationship before

Their crush loves animals/nature

Their crush tells them they want to be an idol pt. 2 (alternate ending where the fame does ruin you)

Their crush tells them they want to be an idol pt. 2

Their crush tells them they want to be an idol

You two are friends and have feelings for each other, but are too afraid to confess pt. 2

You two are friends and having feelings for each other, but are too afraid to confess pt. 1

They find out you can sing powerfully like an opera singer

They realize they are in love with you

Comforting you after a breakup

They come home and find you singing/dancing to one of their songs

Their s/o is caught writing a poem about them

You can’t sleep

First Date

Snowday

You comforting them

Comforting their sick s/o

[infinityactual]

I wanna know abt the angsty ai au ;u;

A'ight.

Basically because H5's story is sorta garbo, I've been thinking of ways to alter it and make it less 'mental illness is bad, cortnan gone cray-cray'. People can do bad things out of fear or in a misguided attempt to protect loved ones, so my headcanon is that when BT is retrieved by Fireteam Osiris, John stops communicating w Cortana entirely, which is the opposite of what she wanted. I haven't figured out how yet, but she comes around and during a peace summit of sorts where Lasky is present bc Flagship Captain, Warden Eternal loses his complete shit and crashes the party; there's a precedent for Warden being a dick, even to Cortana in H5. In the chaos, Lasky takes a glancing headshot. It wouldn't be instantly fatal, but the travel time from planet to state-of-the-art medbays on Infinity is just too long and he bleeds out on the way (I doubt biofoam is compatible with brain matter).

Roland is fucking panicking because his captain is dying and there is no way he can stop it. In AI time, he thinks he can try doing an on-the-fly brain scan and reaches out to any other AI that can help: Black Box responds, because he's not a total asshole, and a few others I have yet to figure out also answer Roland's panicked yell and between them, five or so AIs manage to preserve Lasky's consciousness and neural patterns as data.

Except Lasky is used to having a physical body. Now he has nothing, and he's completely unable to deal with the lack of physical sense or any sort of the usual sensory perception he's had for fifty fucking years. Stop and think for a second about all of the sensory input you get: besides the five senses, you also have a sense of where you are in your surroundings, you can feel your body living. Try to imagine just being your thoughts, and your thoughts alone. It's sorta difficult. So all Roland gets is this blazing red point of light that radiates extreme panic and terror, and he has no idea how to fix it. I'd like to think that after seeing how much Lasky's death impacted John, Cortana tries to help, and stumbles onto the idea that he needs physical sensation to ground himself, and proves her point by asking Roland to sever all connections w Infinity and his matrix to get an idea of what Lasky is experiencing.

Once Lasky has a physical body he can ground himself with, he basically has to start re-learning how to live. AI 'mindspace' (The space where AI exist that's in the spaces between systems) is a sensory mindfuck for Lasky because it encompasses more than the three dimensions he'd spent his life knowing. But within three days (Lasky now experiences time as an AI, so it's been about 3mo or more to him) he's able to generate a holographic, cyan avatar of himself on holodisks and in holotanks, so he can interact with the physical world. John is both relieved and somewhat broken by all this, cos Tom is there, talking to him like he's just making a transmission from another ship, but John knows his body is also in the morgue. Lasky has no memory for several hours before and after the death of his physical body.

Eventually, after learning how to AI, Lasky is able to manifest a hardlight form like Cortana (Roland already could, but that's another long-ass bit f headcanon) but freaks out at first because WHY AM I BLUE, WHERE IS MY FACE OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK, and has to spend a long while tweaking things. He has to remember and put effort into his physical appearence now, where he didn't before. He gives people the heebie jeebies for a few days while he sorts things, meanwhile bits of his avatar seem to go between hi-res and low-res smooth or polygonal shapes, especially his back (how often do you get a good look at your back?) His face seems to shift a lot too. But eventially he nails everything down with Roland's help.

And then he gets to hug John.

But as a hardlight avatar, even if he looks like his old self now, he: Is room temperature, doesn't blink, has no pulse and doesn't breathe. John's brain immediately goes 'I'm hugging a corpse.' and he recoils almost violently in panic.

Tom's mother can't deal with it, either. She buried one son already, and the cognative dissonace of knowing her other son is dead, and having attended the funeral, and then seeing and interacting with an exact replica of the body she saw is too much and she refuses to accept that the AI that just wants a hug and to be close to her is, in fact, her son.

Over time, Lasky is taught by Roland how to code small programs to deal with his appearence and involuntary things like a simulated heartbeat and respiratory cycle, and rebuilds what he had with John. But the more he understands he isn't human, the more small things change: His eyes are a very dark, saturated cyan instead of brown, and he manifests an AI self-visualization of a mass of mist shot through with lightning (which flat terrifies the other AI, bc stray electric arcs are death for computer circuits) They start calling him Raikou among themselves. Eventually, in defense of John, Lasky manfests his 'DOS monster' form, the Arcdragon.

That's all for now, unless anyone wants some stupid-ass bonus ideas that I've been discussing that are less hurty...

[today-we-will-survive]

Laser Losers

BTS au one-shot

Jungkook x Reader Y/N

Fluff, romance

Word Count: 1,739

Neon lights flash across your vision as sounds of lasers and loud music assault your ears. A light sheen of sweat coats your skin, beads dripping down your face. Your calf muscles burn but your attention stays focused on the arrows that rise rapidly on the screen in front of you. Your feet move to the rhythm of the song blasting from the speakers, hitting the correct square as the accompanying arrow hits the line at the top of the screen. With one last jump, you land on the tile on either side of you as the song ends. The word “WINNER” flashes across your side of the screen.

“How do you keep beating me?” comes a whine from beside you and you turn to flash a victorious grin at your boyfriend. “I’m the one that does this for a living.”

“Exactly,” you say and use the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe sweat from your temple. “You’re ridiculously good at everything. I don’t get to do this very often. Let me have my moment!”

Jungkook dips his head, his bangs hanging in strings plastered to his forehead and he juts his bottom lip out in a pout. “Fine,” he says, “But I’m not going easy on your anymore.”

“Deal,” you reply, both of you knowing full well that he wasn’t going easy on you this time around. The fact that you just happened to get lucky and win has to be some sort of glitch in the matrix. Either way, his ego is now officially bruised. Time for a distraction.

You grab his hand and pull him toward you, his own hands automatically coming up to hold your waist. “Slushies?” you ask and his pout immediately morphs into a bright, bunny smile.

With drinks in hand, the two of you wander through the arcade, stopping behind any game that catches either of your eyes. As you make your way down the last aisle, Jungkook’s eyes rove over the rows of first person shooter and racing games before zeroing in on something behind your head. You watch as his mouth forms a perfect O.

With a gasp, he juts his finger out over your shoulder. “Laser tag!” he yells and starts bouncing up and down excitedly. “Play laser tag with me!”

You can’t help but laugh at his childlike excitement and turn around to look at the large banner over a door outfitted to look like the entrance to a spaceship. A smaller sign sits on a stand next to the door and you squint at the words on it.

“We need at least four more players,” you say and see the spark leave his eyes.

But a second later, it returns again. “Hyungs.”

Ten minutes later, you and Jungkook have managed to tear the other members away from their games with the promise that he would buy pizza afterward. Of course, once they’re all in their gear with the guns in their hands, they’re much more excited to be playing.

As you adjust your chest plate, Jungkook sulks up to you, eying the yellow stickers on yours and the blue on his. “Why are we on opposite teams?” he asks peering at you out of the tops of his eyes.

“I figure this is a good way for you to get me back for beating you at Just Dance,” you reply with a wink. “I would say ‘do your worst’ but I figure you already plan to.”

Jungkook leans in to press his lips to yours in  sweet kiss. “You know me so well,” he says then raises his gun in the air. “Prepare to lose.”

You have no intention of actually letting Jungkook win. Jimin, RM and Jin are on your team while Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi are on Jungkook’s. The blue team, being made up of the more methodical members of BTS, all huddle together at the entrance while you and your three teammates take off in different directions the moment the buzzer goes off, signaling the beginning of the round.

The thick air immediately fills with sounds of laser gunfire and techno music as you make your way through the black lit maze of neon colored barriers, stopping to hide behind one after a little while so you can catch your breath. You hear someone let out a loud victory yell as someone else roars in defeat and you can only hope that the latter is on your team.

You’ve never been the competitive sort, at least not before meeting Jungkook. Something about the boy, about the way he can go from bunny to brat in half a second drives you insane, though you can’t help but love it. You love his playful side, his mischievous side. You love to see him become so passionate about winning. Seeing the drive, the determination. It’s one of the things you’ve admired about him from the start.

It’s hard to see through the thick haze of fog clinging to the air and the black lights bouncing off of it just make it that much worse. You have your gun up, pointed directly out in front of you as you creep through the room, jumping out from behind each barrier with your finger on the trigger, ready to pull it at a moment’s notice.

“Aha!”

You let out a scream as you whirl around to find Taehyung, his chest plate lit up like a Christmas tree and he drops his head in defeat. “Man,” he whines and turns around to find RM behind him beaming with pride.

“Got you,” the leader says to the maknae before giving you a salute and running off in the opposite direction in pursuit of any remaining foe.

“Tae, have you seen Jungkook?” you ask him before he has a chance to slump away.

Taehyung juts his chin down a hallway to your right. “I think he’s down that way,” he says gloomily.

With a nod, you adjust the shoulder strap that’s biting into your neck and head in that direction. Throwing a quick thanks back over your shoulder, you slink down the hall, keeping your back pressed to the wall and your gun up and ready to shoot. You don’t care about where the others are. You don’t even care if your team wins, all you care about is taking out Jungkook. Maybe you weren’t competitive before dating him but you most definitely are now.

“I’ve got you cornered.”

You turn around to find Jungkook standing in the doorway to the room you’ve just entered, blocking your only way of escape, his gun trained on you. “There’s nowhere to run, Y/N,” he says and even in the strange lighting, you can see a glint in his eyes.

“Who says I wanted to run?” you ask, giving him a flirtatious smirk as you saunter toward him. You stop only when the tip of his gun is pressed against your chest plate. His mouth is inches from yours and you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows nervously. “Are you gonna shoot me?” you whisper.

Jungkook stares at you, his smile gone but his lips still slightly parted. His eyes squint to slits as he seems to be weighing his options. Slowly, so as to not let him on to your plan, you begin to raise your gun at your side, your finger on the trigger, poised to shoot him. You watch as Jungkook’s eyes dart to the side, catching your movement. Then with one swift swing of his arm, he grabs the wrist of your gun wielding hand while at the same time using his own gun to push you backwards until your back hits the wall. Your gun is now pinned down at your side, useless. His mouth spreads into a malicious grin, the black lights making his teeth glow. He leans in, touching his cheek to yours.

“You think you’re so clever,” he says.

Suddenly, you hear a loud zing and Jungkook’s chest piece erupts in a flash of red lights. He jerks around in astonishment and you peer around him to find Jimin standing in the doorway to the room, his gun pointed at Jungkook and an amused smile on his face.

“Seriously?” Jungkook yells and Jimin lets out a laugh. “I’m going to kill you!”

“Can’t!” Jimin yells back. “You’re dead!” Then he gives you a wink before bounding off down the hall.

Jungkook turns around again and drops his head onto your shoulder, letting out a low whine. You reach out and lift his chin until his pouting eyes meet yours.

“Hey,” you say and he lets out a huff that stirs his bangs. Then he watches confused as you lift your own gun, point it at yourself and pull the trigger. There’s another jumble of sounds and then your chest piece glows red with his.

“What did you do that for?” Jungkook asks and you smile.

“Now we’re both losers,” you say with a shrug.

The smile returns to your boyfriend’s face and he brings a  hand up to cup your cheek. “Kiss me, loser,” he says and you lift onto your toes so you can touch your lips to his.

Suddenly, there’s a loud cacophony of noise before the lights turn off, plunging the room you’re in into darkness. A few seconds pass as you and Jungkook wait in confused silence, then the room floods with harsh white light and you jump apart, squinting at the sudden brightness.

“Game over,” a robotic voice says over a loudspeaker as Jungkook bends down and snatches his gun off the floor. “All players please return to the entrance.”

You take his hand and start tugging him along. “I wonder who won.”

[trippydooda]

hello yes i am alive i’ve just been working on the Tangled AU fic that’s being updated on AO3. but because i am a Trashcan™ i started writing a self indulgent Taegi fic so here is a lil preview of it. i’ll post the full one on here and probably AO3 after the Tangled fic is done but until then here we go for another sinfest uwu

ENJOY

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/Min Yoongi

Rating: M

Word Count: 881

If you asked Yoongi a month ago if he ever thought about fucking his classmate, he would have laughed in your face and probably tossed some formic acid in your face for added insult.

This is exactly how he doesn’t fucking know when he started watching his lab partner’s hands with sharp inhales when he does something as menial as grabbing a fucking graduated cylinder. In all honesty it’s probably really incredibly dangerous considering they’re working with chloric acid today and Yoongi’s become quite fond of his skin, thank you. It doesn’t stop him, though, and he’s definitely been staring too hard since he barely even hears his partner say his name.

“Are you even listening?” Taehyung says, annoyance thinly hidden under his tone. 

Yup, that’s the asshole’s name. Taehyung, or “Taetae” as his friends call him, which Yoongi refuses to acknowledge as cute. Also, no, he really wasn’t listening. “Something about acid?” He coyly asks instead and prays his face isn’t red. It sure as shit feels red.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “You’re gunna get us killed, Min.” Yoongi grits his teeth. The kid refuses to call him by his first name, says it’s more formal if he just uses his family name and it pisses Yoongi off more than anything. Taehyung, the little shit, can probably sense that too. “Just stand there and look mysterious and brooding, yeah?”

It’s Yoongi who rolls his eyes now. He grabs the lab instructions as he says, “The professor will bitch at me if I do that, and you know it. At least let me hold something, make it look like I’m doing something.”

Taehyung shrugs and slides over a barely full flask with his stupidly long, slender fingers. Yoongi absolutely ignores how soft they are when they barely brush by Yoongi’s heavily calloused ones, and wills himself to remember skin looks a lot nicer when its cellular matrix is still intact. 

Yoongi is fully able to realise he’s being gross. That it’s probably not a good idea to try and jack off with his roommate just in the other room, but this is why he got an apartment. So he wasn’t in grad school quite yet, but Seokjin had just made up some small lie and they let Yoongi live here well enough. All Seokjin really needs to do is smile and bat his eyelashes and it always has the girls scrambling to do his every will. Guys too, actually. 

Except Yoongi is definitely not thinking about his roommate when he wraps his hand around his stupidly hard cock. In some absolutely ridiculous train of thought, looking at Taehyung’s impeccably neat handwriting on their lab shit had started in Yoongi’s mind a whole swath of erotic situations that just so happened to include his lab partner who always smelled like cinnamon somehow. And Yoongi hates cinnamon, can’t understand why Seokjin puts it in his porridge, in his coffee. It tastes like sugar that’s trying to be spicy, and Yoongi hates it.

He also hates how his breath shudders when he makes the smallest of pumps. In order to get this over with and not entirely hate himself tomorrow when he sees Taehyung in class, he didn’t even bother to grab any lube. He really didn’t need to anyway, what with the embarrassing amount of pre-come leaking out of him already. As he increases speed, he screws his eyes shut and tries to imagine softer hands around him, a long finger circling the head before it barely slips into his slit. It works, partially, when all he can do is buck into his own touch, but he moans both from pleasure and the fact that it’s still his hand and not Taehyung’s. 

He imagines those lips that are probably just as soft curling around Yoongi’s cock, tan cheeks hollowing out and a deep hum filling the space. Because of course Taehyung would be good at giving head, there’s no way he couldn’t be. He always wears ridiculously tight jeans with what Yoongi swears are fucking Gucci loafers, always has them paired with a loose shirt that screams he doesn’t give a fuck. Maybe Yoongi could take it, maybe, but the soft silver hair and stupid fucking earrings that hang delicately from his ears just fucking makes Yoongi lose it. He’s always had it out for pretty boys, and Christ was Taehyung pretty. He wasn’t just pretty, he was gorgeous and hot and everything that Yoongi wants to tear apart right now.

The image of that tall and slender body underneath him as he fucks it thoroughly is what makes Yoongi come. It hits him hard, he actually probably breaks the skin on his lip to avoid making too much noise (even though he probably has already), and he’s left being able to feel his heartbeat in his temples. He stares at the ceiling, unwilling to come to terms with the fact that he’s just jerked off to the image of his fucking classmate, someone he barely knows outside of finding the molar mass of dihydrogen sulfide, begging for release. Yoongi tries to attribute it to the fact that’s it’s been too long since he’s had a good fuck, and that’s what still goes through his mind when he finally moves to clean up.

[thebiasrekkers]

Fragmentation 0.2 - PJM

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,068

AN: Alright guys, get ready for these to hit the timeline back to back! I hope you’re ready! I thoroughly enjoyed writing these and yes, because it’s The Matrix, we are going to get dark in this piece. As I stated before, all information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

Tag List: @aroseforyoongi​, @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432​

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“Jimin! Aren’t you coming?”

Jimin casually glanced over his shoulder, readjusting the strap to his backpack in a more comfortable position. A few of his classmates waved to him, urging him to come along. They were finished with their studies for the day and didn’t have any after school activities that required their attention. Normally, they would head to the arcade to mindlessly spend the quarters weighing their pockets down. 

He smiled, shaking his head and waving back at them. “No, you guys go on ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

His friends pouted, canting their heads slightly before shrugging. They laughed as they turned to head down the street, all of them declaring loudly how they were going to beat the other into submission in a round of Street Fighter.

Sighing, Jimin pushed his way through the crowd to head to the local library. The internet was faster there and he could focus on what he wanted to work on in peace and quiet. Stopping at a vending machine on the way, he bought a few drinks and some snacks to tide him over until he was forced to stop working due to needing sleep. 

It wasn’t like there was anyone waiting for him at home anyway.

Hopping up the stone steps, he entered through the front door and smiled at the library clerk. She was a pretty woman - at least pretty in terms of being an old lady. Late fifties to early sixties at best, he could guess. Jimin never told her his name, however, but she didn’t mind. She always referred to him as “Young Man” and he answered readily with a smile.

“Research again, Young Man?” she asked, holding out a book for him.

Jimin took the item from her, already knowing that she wanted him to put it back where it was supposed to go. He smiled. “Yes ma’am.” He eyed the cover. “Ching Dynasty in the History section, right?”

The old lady beamed at him. “Correct. You’re such a good lad.”

“I try,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, don’t work too hard. I know you’ve been focusing very hard on your project these last few weeks, but you’re young and shouldn’t strain your eyes so much.”

Jimin bowed his head slightly. “I won’t. Thank you.”

He quickly maneuvered around the library, locating the history section and replaced the book. He always had a knack of finding things and Jimin just knew when things were out of place. His teachers called it a “gift” but he had a feeling that it was something else entirely. He just couldn’t place it. Not yet, at least.

Making his way toward the back of the library, he reached a few taupe colored desks nestled in a small nook in the corner. He threw his backpack on top of the shelf portion, unzipping the top and rifling around inside. He pulled out two mini discs and one floppy disc. Reaching further into the pack, his fingers wrapped around the mini computer and the wires needed to make the device work. He wasted no time booting up the computer, setting up the small computer beside the motherboard and plugging things in.

It only took him a few minutes to go through various checks to make sure that his connection was secure. Then he pulled up a few console windows, his fingers typing swiftly over the keys.

???: 

He couldn’t describe the wave of relief that hit him when he saw his chat partner beginning the conversation. Lately Jimin had to be the one to initiate the chat, hoping that he reached them. 

Cobra:

Jimin felt a bead of sweat forming on the bridge of his nose. He knew that this could possibly chase them away. But there was a chance that it wouldn’t. And the information his friend gave him was too profound to ignore.

???: 

Cobra:

???:

Cobra:

???:

It was now or never. Jimin felt like if he didn’t take advantage of this opportunity now, he would never get another one. His chance to obtain the answers to his questions would slip through his fingers like sand. He wouldn’t be able to recover it fast enough.

Cobra:

???:

Cobra:

???:

Blinking at the screen, Jimin reached under the desk and began patting around the surface beneath. His thumb brushed up against something. Curling his fingers around it, he pulled it free - the distinct sound of velcro separating shockingly loud in the quiet confines of his corner. Jimin inspected it, not sure what to make of the item his friend left for him. It was no bigger than a pack of cigarettes, but the container was made of metal.

When did they prepare this?

Though the more pressing question was how did they know he would be sitting at that particular desk on that particular day?

Just how close was his friend?

Jimin couldn’t stop the cold shiver from snaking up his back. He was nervous, but excited. Something was wrong with him.

Cobra:

???:

He watched his friend go offline, leaving him alone. He could sense that there wasn’t much time. Jimin quickly logged off, turned off the computer and haphazardly threw all of his things into his bag. Stuffing the small metal container into his inner jacket pocket, he slung the backpack over his shoulder and made his way to the entrance of the stairs.

The library building was tall - at least thirty stories. Jimin climbed them all. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves hammering around inside of his chest or the adrenaline of excitement rushing his footsteps, but he didn’t care. After months of secret conversations, he was finally going to learn something. He would release the pressure at the back of his brain, telling him that something was wrong with the world that he lived in.

Bursting through the rooftop access door, Jimin was greeted with a swift burst of cold air. The sun had long since set. He didn’t remember being in the library for very long. Was it already that late?

Jimin sensed a flash of movement from his right, his body reacting faster than his mind could process. Leaning back, he dodged a fist that was aimed for the side of his head. Pivoting on his heels, he spun out of reach just as another fist shot out - hoping to strike true. 

“Hey!” he yelled, stumbling back a few paces. “What’s the big idea?!”

Standing in front of him was a man no taller than him - Asian in origin, though he could only guess that he was of Chinese descent based on his clothing choice. He wore an off white changsan, a black fitted shirt underneath, and long wide leg pants. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses - the lenses small and round. His hair was cut short - military-style buzz cut. The man was clearly skilled in martial arts.

Jimin watched him smile and this only caused his irritation to mount further. Hadn’t his friend told him that he could trust the person he was meeting on the roof? Was this all a setup?

The man lowered his stance, placing a palm over one fist and bowing his head. After a few seconds, Jimin bowed his head also, but maintained eye contact with him. The man continued to smile at him.

“You have very good reflexes for one so young,” he complimented.

Jimin shrugged. “I guess so.”

“You move like a cobra.” He lowered his arms down to his sides. “I am Seraph. I will guide you to The Oracle.”

“The Oracle?” Jimin couldn’t hide the confused expression on his face. He’d heard rumors online about someone with that moniker, but he figured it was just some myth circulating through the dark net. “I’m...meeting The Oracle.”

Seraph nodded, fishing into his pocket as he approached the roof access door. “Yes. She has much to discuss with you. But we must hurry.” He pulled out a small ring of keys, sliding one of them into the lock. “We don’t have much time.”

Before Jimin could question Seraph’s sanity, he watched the man open the door. But instead of a set of stairs, he could see a back alley in its place. His lips parted, unable to properly fathom what he’d just seen. The moisture left his mouth and a throbbing pain began drilling into the back of his head. Seraph was instantly at his side, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“You have to remain calm. Take a few deep breaths.”

He felt like he was choking. “W-What is going on?”

“Breathe, Cobra. If your mental acuity spikes too much, they will be able to locate us.”

“T-They?”

“We need to go. Now.”

It was painful for him to nod, but Seraph helped him toward the door. Once inside the alley, he watched Seraph closing the door and locking it behind them. The street lights flickered sporadically, serving as a guide through the darkness. If Seraph was speaking to him, which he doubted, he didn’t think he would be able to hear him over the thunder of his own heartbeat. 

Jimin didn’t remember seeing Seraph unlocking another door, or the two more after that, but he was jolted to a sudden halt when they stood in front of a bright red door. It looked like the kind of door that belonged to a quaint house in the suburbs. The kind of house a normal, loving family would have attached to their single family home. 

Seraph motioned for Jimin to open it, as this door was not locked. Or, at least, he could only assume that it wasn’t since he hadn’t seen Seraph pulling out a key from his key ring. He grabbed for the brass handle and turned the knob, pushing the door open and stepping over the threshold.

There was a sweet aroma hovering in the air, making Jimin’s mouth water instantly. In all of the controlled chaos, he’d forgotten to eat. The soft tones of jazz came from a radio in the kitchen. He followed the sounds and stopped at the entrance.

Standing by the stove was a woman who looked to be in her mid to late fifties. She was a little heavier built, but her curves were defined and lovely in a sweet sort of way. Her back was to him, but through her dark curls he saw strands of gray peppered throughout. Smoke billowed from an ashtray nearby where an abandoned cigarette rested against one of the center notches. 

“Um,” he finally managed, taking a step forward, “excuse me?”

“Just a minute,” said the woman, her voice hauntingly familiar, “they’re almost finished. You might want to have a seat.”

Jimin reigned his curiosity back as he watched the woman lean over to pull a tray of cookies out of the oven. Heat rushed through the kitchen from the stove, warming him from the inside out. She set the tray down on the counter, giving the pastries a chance to cool. As she wiped her hands on her apron, she turned to look at Jimin and he immediately lost his balance. He blindly reached for the nearest chair, collapsing into it.

“It...It’s you,” he stammered, looking at the woman he’d come to know as the kind library clerk, “but how?”

The woman smiled, reaching for her cigarette. She took a drag, exhaling smoke from her nostrils. “I told you to have a seat.”

His eyes shook, darting in every direction before landing back on her. None of this made any sense. Jimin’s gaze moved to the floor as he tried to calm his breathing, placing a hand on his chest in an almost vain attempt to settle his rattled nerves. He watched the woman’s shadow move closer to him until she, too, was sitting across from him. When he looked up, the older woman was holding out a plate to him - a single cookie placed in the center.

“Here. I know you’re probably hungry. This will tide you over until dinner is finished.”

He unconsciously took the cookie off the plate, but he was unsure of whether to eat it or not. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust it was safe to eat. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep it down.

She set a glass of water in front of him. “Now listen to me, Cobra. We don’t have a whole lot of time. I’m sure you’re just as aware of that fact as I am.”

Jimin reached a trembling hand toward the glass. “Are you really The Oracle?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” The Oracle chuckled as she tapped a bit of ash off into the tray. “So many questions and yet I knew that would be the first one you’d ask.”

He drained half the glass in a single gulp. “Something is happening to me.”

“Yes, it is.” She pressed the cigarette to her lips. “It’s been happening for a while now.”

“Are you responsible for it?”

“No, Cobra.” The Oracle blew smoke out of her mouth. “You are.”

“What?”

“Did you bring the package with you?”

Jimin frowned. “If you’re The Oracle, shouldn’t you know that answer already?”

Again, she chuckled. “I do. I’m asking more for your sake than my own. You look ready to pop.”

His fingers moved from the glass and toward his pocket. He pulled out the small metal case and placed it on the table between them. Instead of reaching for it, however, The Oracle gestured toward him.

“Go on. Open it.”

Jimin opened the box, unsure of what he was actually looking at. Inside were what appeared to be two gel caplets. One red, the other blue. A bead of sweat slid down from his temple to his chin, dripping onto the top of his shoe. He slowly lifted his face to look at The Oracle who still had a calm expression painted over her features.

“Like I said earlier, Cobra, we don’t have a lot of time. I can only apologize for taking so long to close the distance between us. If I’d been faster, then we wouldn’t be rushing now.”

“Rushing for what?”

“To give you the answers you so desperately seek.” She crushed the ember of her cigarette out into the tray. “You have a choice to make. Right now. If you still want to know the truth about everything, about why you feel like the world around you doesn’t make sense, or why you feel so isolated in it, then take the red pill and seek the answers out for yourself.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes. “How am I supposed to do that alone?”

The Oracle reached out a hand to cup his cheek. Her touch was warm; comforting. It helped relax his already fraying nerves. Her thumb stroked over the corner of his eye, wiping the tear away. “Oh, honey, you won’t be alone.” She looked every bit like a mother comforting a scared child in that instant. “But I won’t lie to you, the truth is going to be hard to swallow. Harder than that pill. You’ll probably hate me after you find out the truth. If you feel you won’t be able to handle any of that, then take the blue pill. You’ll forget all about me and what you’ve seen the very minute you step out that door.”

She removed her hand from his cheek, making him very aware of how cold the world seemed at the absence of her touch. Jimin eyed the pills in the box. What did he have to lose by taking the red pill and finding out the truth? His life here was meaningless - just an endless sequence of purposeless days bleeding into purposeless weeks, meshing into equally purposeless months until years with no purpose marched on.

Plucking the red pill from the foam cushion in the box, he popped it into his mouth without hesitation. He grabbed the glass of water and gulped down what remained, swallowing it. 

The Oracle suddenly grabbed Jimin’s hand just as he set the glass back down on the table. “Listen to me very carefully, Cobra. I need you to remember what I tell you when you wake up.”

“W-What do you mean?” Jimin’s vision began to swim momentarily. His auditory senses almost seemed heightened at that moment and he heard several heavy footsteps approaching from the living room. 

“You are going to find The One. That is the path that you have chosen for yourself.” The Oracle pressed both of her hands on either side of his face. “Believe in that path. When you discover the truth, you will come to understand the meaning behind my words.”

“Oracle, please,” Jimin managed to choke out, “I don’t understand…”

He saw several shadows circling him and different voices began talking all at once. 

“We’ve almost narrowed down his location,” said a man to his right, “we need just a few more seconds.”

Jimin gripped onto the woman’s arms in desperation. “I’m scared!”

“It’s okay to be scared. That’s normal, I promise.” The Oracle pressed a kiss to his forehead and he the distinct smell of cookies and cigarettes filled his nose. “Remember my words, Cobra. Know the path and walk the path you forge for yourself.”

“Got him!”

The world seemed to tunnel vision around him, causing his vision to grow darker by the second.

“Will I see you again?” he said through his tears.

“Yes, Young Man,” she replied with a smile he could barely see, “you will.”

And then everything flickered to black and green, the entire room transforming into strings of code. Jimin let out a scream before darkness completely overtook his sight.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

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29, 27, 21, 13, 12,

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Oooh, I definitely have to say I’d love for more people to read “Sing, O Nightingale.” I’m really, REALLY fond of the trope of Befriending Monsters, I have a weird fondness for oldish/medieval-inspired fantasy, and of course I looooooove Namjoon and Jimin together.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

Both!! ALL of my stories already have their significant middle points and their endings planned! The “go with the flow” bit is for the actual events during the stories that lead from Point A to Point B, because while I have their starts and destinations planned out, sometimes the characters like to wrench the wheel from my hands and start careening lanes along the way, all while screaming like madmen. :’DD

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Oof, strap in. This is gonna be a long list.

@bagelswrites - The characterization and character analyses Bagel’s made of the Bangtan boys are god-tier. Writing is not only super engaging and descriptive but viscerally emotional, the sort that hits you hard and leaves you stunned afterwards; example A: their oneshot collections “When...” and “Things You Said...” I read the stories in both of these all in one sitting and to this day, I can STILL remember my emotional impact from several of them, left on me forever. (That one Taegi reveal...the car crash....goodbye, my soul, every time I even think about it.) I bow to the Bagel.

@bapofficial - THIS dude reeled me in with excellent characterization and character interactions, plus a really well-done Jongup limited-POV that mixes great, genuine humor with just the slightest touch of drama (which is hard!! Take it from me! Humor is hard!). And THEN I clicked on her Hunger Games AU and promptly fell into a world of agony and moral ambiguity where nobody gets a happy ending. Funny AND completely capable of ripping out my heart and stomping all over it? Bro what the heck. Subscribed.

@renaitrev - I went into their vampire AU thinking I’d be met with at least a few of the usual tropes and basically got a gymnastic Matrix-style cliche dodge. Literally by Chapter Two, people were getting suspicious which NEVER happens in vampire fics. The worldbuilding is steady as is the suspense, and when they come the reveals are quick and matter-of-fact to a satisfying degree. Most of all, I’m really able to get the feeling that there’s a crapton going on behind the scenes, that the limited POV can’t/won’t show. To me, this is an underrated yet EXTREMELY IMPORTANT factor in storytelling: the idea that these characters are living, breathing people who are bearing their own weights alongside our protagonist. Kelsey does this really well for me.

@nitilia - I discovered this writer by accident, one day when I’d laid down to take a nap. Reading helps me drift off to sleep sometimes, but I ended up completely unable to shut my eyes as I read nitilia’s oneshots “run away” and “Always There.” There is something very quiet, very melancholic yet also very powerful about their writing. It’s an undercurrent. I have no other way to describe it. I started reading, couldn’t stop reading, and then couldn’t stop thinking about both the stories afterwards. I think that very few people’s writing has made me feel the way nitilia’s work has.

SomewhatSassy (Scavenge4Dreams) - On the other side of the spectrum, you want FLUFF?! Or slightly lighter angst but mostly FLUFF?! Then SomewhatSassy is your person, please hit them up!! Their work is largely Taehyung-centric and is 100% adorable and good and pure! They have an unusual ability to come up with both the wildest and sweetest scenarios for a good ol’ fluff session to play out, and they capture the close-knit feelings and interactions between the members so well I’m pretty much tearing up by the end of every story. But if you’re like me and love the pain of a nice Angst, don’t worry. They got you covered there too, and unfortunately it’s just as FREAKING GOOD.

aerially - Oof, I think I’m starting to notice a pattern with the authors I like. So here’s another fella who can really rip your heart out. Aerially’s “my phone lights up with you” is one of tHE greatest chatfics I’ve ever had the pleasure to read, extremely grounded, so emotionally raw and gripping that I read through all 27 chapters in 4 hours. It’s also one of the EXTREMELY FEW pieces of written work that’s ever made me physically cry, it just hit me in a certain place. Their stories are lyrical and seem to aim to say something. I think they do so very well.

nicowememoney - Fluffy and hilarious!! Not as much of a Gen writer as others on this list but someone whose writing style I love nonetheless...as well as somehow the least angsty on this whole list?! Pure and smol and sometimes super meta too; I can’t count how many times they’ve lampshaded certain BTS fanfic tropes. Their work is cute, funny, and despite how many of their fic premises sound cracky, their writing proves extremely well-polished and thought/planned-out. As someone who struggles to inject humor that sounds good and real into my stories, I really adore their unique sense of hilarity.

SephrinaRose - THIS PERSON CAME LITERALLY OUT OF NOWHERE, DROPPED ONE (1) STORY, AND PROMPTLY BROKE EVERYONE’S SOULS. Consider this: canon compliant, canon divergence, realistic cancer portrayal, Yoongi-centric, major character death, and some darn great writing. Whenever I wasn’t in tears, I was doki-doki-’ing over their descriptions, their symbolism (which I am THE BIGGEST sucker for), and how all the characters didn’t feel like characters at all, but rather the real people they’re based on.

X-I-L-Verify (YOU!) - Palpable imagery, fun/heartbreaking (looooool) character interactions and dialogue, and voices that sound so fiercely vivid. Also, the multifandom elements! The exploration of love and friendships both between and within various groups!! Your contributions to the Dolls series, “Becoming Real” and “Reflection, Refraction” in particular made me lie down, try not to cry, and then cry a LOT over not just the relationships being built up but the detailing put into the magical world around them. Then you double down and go the extra mile to create GORGEOUS ILLUSTRATIONS for your stories too?! AAAAAAAH!!!!

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

While I can’t say there’s really one character who’s my least favorite to write, I’ll admit that Jungkook and Yoongi are equally hard for me to capture in a way that feels right. I still have fun writing them, of course, but I feel like I have to work harder with them than with the others to get their voices sounding natural and realistic!

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

When it comes to wrangling these boys’ fictional personas, Jimin seems to be the one who’s just happy to tag along and do whatever I want him to! Taehyung and Seokjin are close seconds. So, if I had to rank the boys based on ease of writing, it’d probably be from easiest to hardest:

Jimin

Taehyung/Seokjin

Hoseok

Namjoon

Yoongi/Jungkook

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Fragmentation 0.7 - KSJ

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,096

AN: On to Seokjin’s origin story of how he left The Matrix. I actually took inspiration from the animated short, Beyond, from The Animatrix. I always found it super fascinating that certain parts of The Matrix, much like a computer, experiences “glitches” from time to time. Especially in the earlier incarnations of it.  All information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

Tag List: @aroseforyoongi​, @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432​

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Seokjin tossed the apple in his hand lazily, lagging behind his friends as they chattered on about some “cool thing” they found. He didn’t understand why they were so adamant in dragging him out there, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Martin called and told him he didn’t need to come in for his shift today if he was fine with trading with him for that Sunday. As a teenage senior, he didn’t have much to really worry about as far as money. His parents were loaded. The only reason he had a job in the first place was his father wanted to teach him the “fundamental building blocks of living in society” and how to acclimate to said societal norms.

The truth? Seokjin was lazy at times and didn’t much care for responsibility on that level. With a successful chain of restaurants, stocks and bonds piling up in the bank, Seokjin didn’t have a care in the world. He could flit around and do as he pleased. The caveat? He had to maintain his grade point average and have a part-time job. If he couldn’t balance both his schoolwork and his actual job, then he didn’t deserve to inherit everything his father managed to build in his lifetime.

Easy money. Too easy. One day off on a said day when he didn’t feel like working, replacing said workday with a Sunday? The choice was obvious.

“Yo, Jin,” called Abbey, causing his mind to focus back on the current conversation he hadn’t been listening to in the first place, “it’s this way.”

He watched as Abbey, James and Elena motioned for him to follow through a narrow alleyway. The sun was bright and he couldn’t help but wonder why they were even doing this in the middle of the day. When it came to those three, they were always trying to get into some kind of mischief. Seokjin didn’t really think too much of it. Even if he got in trouble, he knew his mother would find a way to get him out of it. 

What slivers of light existed quickly vanished within the dark shadows of the alley. They couldn’t enter in pairs - all trailing behind the other like little worker ants. Seokjin crunched into his apple, the sound bouncing off the walls of the small enclosure. They continued to chatter amongst each other, but Seokjin followed behind silently. He hadn’t been asked anything worth responding to and nothing of interest forced him to comment on it.

They were used to his lackluster attitude though.

As they breached the other side of the alley, he squinted from the sudden flood of light nearly blinding him. Abbey’s high-pitched giggle caught his interest. He shielded his face with his forearm, catching the image of James and Elena jumping into the air just in time. He didn’t quite understand what was so amusing…

...until he looked up and saw that Abbey was floating in the air.

“Whoa,” Seokjin murmured just as James did a somersault in the air - his motions slowed as if he were suspended in zero gravity, “what the hell?”

Elena laughed, her hair fanning out in the air as she hung upside down. “Pretty cool, huh?”

Seokjin nodded slowly, almost dropping the apple in his hand. “Yeah…”

“C’mon, Jin!” Abbey waved emphatically to him, spinning to the ground like a dancer from a dream. “You try it out!”

His eyes lingered around, spying all the various things in that section of the abandoned playground; a piece of a seemingly abandoned district. Rocks floated around, bouncing up and down in soft motions as if they were situated on an invisible river. Little bugs that attempted to fly off were slowed by whatever encompassed the space they were currently standing in. Seokjin could count the number of wings and how many times they flapped.

“What is this?” he asked, unsure of what this was and why he was even asking in the first place.

“We don’t know,” James answered with a shrug as he perched on the metal jungle gym, “but we figured it might have something to do with why this district got abandoned.”

He picked up one of the floating rocks, studied it, and then tossed it off to the side. The sound of it hitting the pavement caused him to turn and glance over his shoulder. The rock skittered off behind a barrel, hidden in its shadows where he wouldn’t bother looking. Canting his head slightly, he picked up another one of the floating rocks and threw it into the space where it occupied. For half a second, it zipped in at normal speed before slowing to a halt just inches away from James’ face.

“Hey!” he yelled, but Seokjin continued to look at the other rocks scattered along on the ground, “You could have hit me!”

Seokjin scoffed. “I doubt it.” 

He tossed the apple into the air, watching it float along in the space - suspended in the air just outside of his reach. 

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound resembling a record scratch that caught his attention. When he turned to face it, he saw that an old soda can seemed to be glitching in and out of focus. Seokjin’s eyes narrowed slowly, his feet moving toward it. 

“Jin?” Abbey’s voice sounded concerned. “What is it?”

“You guys didn’t hear that?” He turned away from the can to look at his friends. “You guys didn’t hear that?”

All three of them shook their heads simultaneously. Had he been the only one to see it? To hear it?

But that’s crazy, he thought, his eyes moving back to the can, it was so loud and the fracture across the can is so obvious.

Or was it?

“Jin, you’re scaring us, dude,” chimed Elena, but he couldn’t be bothered with that. Not if they couldn’t see it.

But why could he see?

Like a bolt of lightning, the wails of sirens pierced through their tranquil setting. Flashes of red and blue illuminated their world. Seokjin looked around, his eyes widening as he quickly turned on his heels and scrambled a few steps back. His gaze shifted to the sky and he balked, seeing that it was suddenly dusk. When had it gotten that dark? They couldn’t have been there for more than an hour. Maybe less.

“We gotta go!” yelled Abbey, grabbing onto Seokjin’s wrist and pulling him away from the miniature wonderland. 

Their sneakers pounded the pavement, kicking up dirt and scattered newspapers around them. James scrambled up a dumpster and grabbed for the handrailing of a fire escape. The girls followed suit and Seokjin knelt down to give Abbey a boost. Just as he was about to reach for her outstretched hand, flashlight beams all shined on him at once. Seokjin did his best to shield his eyes, backing away from where his friends were. Climbing up was too risky. He had to leave them and go off on his own.

“Look, I’ll catch up with you guys later!” he called up to them, pivoting on his heels and tearing off down the alleyway. 

As his world got darker, Seokjin thought the alley was getting smaller and smaller. His breath came in quick intervals and he blinked rapidly against the sweat threatening to seep into his eyes. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the alley, an arm suddenly flung itself out of a window and grabbed him by his shoulders. He tried to scream, but all he could taste was leather as a hand covered his mouth - the rest of his body being dragged into the building through the opening.

Fear clutched at his chest, squeezing it slowly. Darkness flooded his vision, rendering him unable to see as the rushed sound of footsteps thundered passed. When the noise faded away, Seokjin’s heart finally began to ease up. The owner of the hand and arm that dragged him into the building finally stood up, giving him room to finally breathe comfortably. 

“That was close,” said the person, her voice distinctly feminine. 

Seokjin took a moment to get a good look at her, her dirty blonde hair framing her face while the rest of it was pulled back through the hole in the back of her ball cap. A cheeky grin etched her features. Her shorts were provocatively short, muscled legs covered in thigh high stockings that disappeared into a pair of combat boots. Her upper body showed off her toned midriff, the rest covered in a denim jacket and black tank top. She didn’t look much older than him, from what he could tell.

He frowned. “Who the hell are you?”

“Does it matter?” She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know anyway, would you?”

Well, she certainly wasn’t wrong. But that didn’t make it any less irritating. It was clear that she knew something that he didn’t and considering the situation he just barely escaped from (barring her help), that was something that didn’t sit well with him. Not by a long shot. 

“Why’d you help me?”

If he didn’t know better, he swore he saw her grin get just a little bit bigger. 

“You saw it, didn’t you?”

A cold sweat prickled along the back of his neck. Instead of answering, he chose to swallow the lump in his throat. Apparently, that was all the response she needed. Chuckling more to herself than to the information he’d unintentionally given away, she shook her head slightly. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I swung by when I did.”

Seokjin’s frown deepened, if possible, and he took a step toward her. “Just what in the hell is going on?”

She unfolded her arms, stuffing her hands into her pockets. She fished around in both until one came out. She held her fist out to him, urging him to come forward. When he did, she lofted a brow, waiting for him to do something else. Not sure what she was wanting, Seokjin held out his palm.

Opening her fist, she dropped a small, silver case into his hand. Curious, he popped open the box and inside were two pills. One blue, the other red. Was she trying to drug him?

Just as he opened his mouth to question her, he saw the girl holding a cell phone up to her ear. 

“Stand by for pickup.”

Seokjin had about as much as he could stand. “Hey! What’s the big idea? You tryna kidnap me or some shit?”

The girl frowned, craning her neck slowly to glare at him. “You’re the idiot that doesn’t even realize he’s already trapped.”

He blinked, not sure why hearing that struck a nerve. What did that even mean?

“If you want to know the answer behind that little gravity show you and your friends were messin’ with, take the red pill. You wanna forget about it and go back to your normal boring life, then take the blue pill. Choice is yours, Buttercup.”

Seokjin’s eyes lingered back to the pills. He couldn’t forget what he’d experienced. His friends thought it was just some weird phenomenon and, honestly, if he hadn’t seen the can glitch out, he might have chalked it up to that as well. But too many things didn’t add up. How had the police shown up so quickly and when had time shifted that fast in a space where it only felt like he’d been there for no more than an hour?

Grasping the red pill between his thumb and forefinger, he popped it into his mouth and swallowed. The girl’s grin returned and he watched her hang up the phone and slip it back into her pocket. In the dark and dusty building they were in, the walls inked over in black as flickers of green numbers seemed to explode along the walls. Seokjin’s ears started ringing to the point where they hurt and he clutched at them with both hands, dropping the case and the remaining blue pill. He felt a hand on his shoulder as it squeezed it gently.

“You gotta breathe,” she said, her voice a distant whisper against the roaring sound of his blood rushing through his ears, “just take a deep breath. It’ll be over quick.”

And as he took a breath, everything blurred over in a haze of green, black and gray. Until there was nothing left. It was quiet; peaceful. But somehow he knew that this was only the beginning.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

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Fragmentation 0.6 - JJK

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,615

AN: We are now jacking back into “The Matrix” with Jungkook. The heaviness with his story rivals Yoongi’s, but that’s my own personal opinion on the matter. Again, all information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

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Jungkook shoved the blankets off of him, rolling out of bed with a grunt. As he sleepily rubbed at his eyes with one hand, he used the other to blindly grope around on the floor for a pair of pants. Grabbing the flannel pajama bottoms, he hopped on one foot as he slid one leg into them while pivoting on one heel to get into the other. Like a delirious dancer, he spun around until Jungkook perfectly landed ass first into his computer chair. 

It didn’t matter that the girl he’d just fucked out of her mind was passed out in his bed. He didn’t care that she was spiraling down an ecstasy-laden highway in her dreams. Jungkook didn’t remember her name and he honestly couldn’t have cared about what it was, either. Why should it matter when she wasn’t going to stick around when the morning came? She’d leave Jungkook once she was satisfied with everything she’d gotten. 

She was just like the rest of them; no different than the others.

Another nameless and faceless individual in a sea of nameless and faceless individuals that forgot him just as easily as he forgot them.

Shifting the mouse with his pinkie, the monitor to his computer flickered to life - chasing the spiral fractal screensaver from view. The brightness from the screen caused him to squint slightly and he fumbled around on the desk for his glasses. The fringe of his hair tickled his forehead, making it itch, and he absently rubbed at his face before sliding his glasses onto his face. 

Leaning his neck slightly, he popped and stretched the stiffness from it. Pulling up a browser, he activated his console command and quickly activated his ghost hack. It would take him about ten minutes to pick back up on the trail he was on previously, but at least Jungkook managed to figure out all the shortcuts now. Tracing his footsteps wouldn’t be as hard as it used to be. Not like it was a year ago.

“Frost,” he murmured, waiting for the encryption to fully settle before his fingers flew across his keyboard, “I’ve almost got you…”

But what am I gonna do when I finally find you?

It was a question Jungkook often asked himself, unsure of what the answer would have been and if he even really wanted to know. 

At first, the days bled on and it was just something to pass the time; to give meaning to his seemingly monotonous existence. 

School.

Part-time job.

Party.

Home.

Rinse and repeat.

Something always felt off about his life. Jungkook blamed it on teenage hormones and falling into a hole that belonged to an angst-filled emo subculture that he thought he wanted to be a part of. For a time, he was. The acquaintances he met and the people that he was introduced to seemed genuine. For a time, Jungkook felt like he found a sense of belonging.

Drugs and booze and rebellion coursed through his veins - shredding through his blood like the best kind of high. He joined up with a group that believed they were meant to serve a higher purpose. Jungkook wanted to think that maybe he’d found a place with a few more answers regarding the “meaning” to his existence. He’d been alone for so long that there was an opportunity for him to obtain that which he so desperately was seeking. It wouldn’t have been illogical for him to cling to that feeling with everything that he had so he didn’t fall into an empty pit of wastefulness.

Three months slid by faster than he could process it. Jungkook received a message in an encrypted email. It was one sentence. A question.

When you look in the mirror, who is staring back at you?

At first, Jungkook thought it was a prank; some twisted internet joke from some hacker he’d pissed off. But the question lingered in the back of his mind. It was a seed that was now planted, growing and taking root. Like the itch that yearned to be scratched but your arm just wasn’t long enough to reach. It was a question, a splinter, that very nearly drove Jungkook mad.

What was the answer? Was there an answer?

Jungkook continued the monotony of his day-to-day life, wondering if he would ever be able to catch up to Frost. His cryptic question festered like an infected wound, yearning for healing, but only Jungkook could solve this internal dilemma. Chasing after Frost would do nothing because somewhere deep inside, he already knew that Frost wouldn’t tell him the answer. 

Only Jungkook had the answer to the question. No one else.

The months continued to slide by, the seasons changing with the times. Jungkook, alone, often found himself staring listlessly out of his bedroom window. The world seemed so desaturated. When had everything lost its lustre? When did the rain pouring from the skies start looking like black tar tinted with green? Like an oil slick abandoned in a construction zone - lying there without purpose.

He was getting no closer to finding out the truth. He wasn’t able to find the answer to the question that Frost asked him. It frustrated Jungkook to no end. How was he supposed to know? Of course the person staring back at him was himself! Who else would it be? It was the same dark eyes, the same unkempt fringe and lightly tanned skin, the same beauty mark on his chin and below his bottom lip. 

It can only be me, he thought as he stepped out of the shower, looking at his steamed up reflection in the mirror, the person staring back at me...is me…

Drying his hair, he slumped into his chair and lit a cigarette - inhaling the smoke and exhaling it out across the computer screen. His fingers slowly began to type, searching out for something. His ghost hack was always present, allowing him a chance to bring up various articles in the darker parts of the net. Most people traversed this forbidden area of the internet because it gave people a sort of adrenaline kick; the thrill of the chase. Some made illegal deals, indulged in illegal gambling, and even went so far as to hire someone to “clean up” some mess in their lives.

Jungkook merely sought out information.

He was getting closer. He could feel it. Was it because he finally found the answer? Or was it something else?

Again, the months continued to press on. When there wasn’t rain, there was snow. The frost collecting on his window may have been the signal that he was waiting for. The time must have been right. 

It was another lonely night filled with emptiness. He perched himself up on his windowsill, smoking a cigarette as another nameless girl moaned out her pleasure on his bed. Another one he could say he’d taken advantage of, even though she believed she was the one doing the taking. Confidence was a hell of a drug and she seemed to be teeming with it. Like he could fault her for such a thing.

As he stared mindlessly out across the snow-covered sidewalk below his apartment complex, he watched more of the frost collect itself on the glass. Jungkook didn’t think much of it as his breath blew across the window. But then something changed, causing him to drop the cigarette into the tray by his feet. 

You are still in a cage, Miles…

Something heavy banged against the door to his apartment, startling him to his feet. Jungkook’s heart drummed heavily, causing his breathing to puff out in short bursts. Not wasting a single moment, he grabbed his coat and jumped into a pair of sneakers. Thank God he was still wearing his jeans, though he would regret the cold soon for not bothering to put a shirt on. There wasn’t any time and somehow Jungkook knew that. Danger hungrily clawed at the other side of his door and he didn’t have time to question whether he would be able to face it when it finally burst through.

Jungkook slid the window open, shivering at the cold wind that whipped clean through him. Snow covered his eyelashes, forcing him to squint. He tumbled out of the window just seconds before the door splintered open from it being forced open. Jungkook landed on the fire escape, rattling snow off the bars, and he quickly descended. There was urgency in his steps and he didn’t bother with the last stairwell, choosing to hop over the railing. 

His feet landed on top of the large metal dumpster below, the force of the landing causing his legs to tremble. Jungkook pressed forward, rolling off it and crashing to the ground. As he looked up, he saw a man wearing sunglasses and dressed in a suit peering down at him. This wasn’t good and he knew it. Jungkook scrambled to his feet and took off in a dead run down the alley. As he reached the street, there was the sound of squealing tires as a motorcycle pulled up right beside him, causing Jungkook to jump to the side.

A woman dressed in a silverish gray windsuit peered back at him. Her eyes were dark, her skin a soft mocha, and her head of curly hair peeked out from beneath the hood of her jacket. She revved the engine to life, glancing at him. “Get on,” she barked.

Jungkook knew the level of danger he was in and he could sense he was safer with this stranger than what was pursuing him on his heels. He quickly hopped onto the back, wrapped his arms around her waist, and she gunned it down the street. The world of neon zipped by in a blur and Jungkook could barely keep his eyes open. Tears leaked from them as the cold air cut across his skin.

“Where are we going?” he yelled over the roar of the city and the wind whipping around his ears.

“Shut-up, Kid,” she hollered back, weaving in and out from between other vehicles, “before you bite your tongue.”

Well, he certainly couldn’t argue with that. So, instead, he closed his eyes and gripped onto his forearm resting against her stomach. 

“Wake up, Miles.”

Jungkook groaned, lifting his head up sleepily as he took in the world around him. He slowly fisted one of his eyes, attempting to rid it of the haze of sleep that was still trying to fog up his mind. How long had he been asleep? Or, more importantly, how long had they been stationary?

The first thing he noticed was the feeling of warmth. He quickly deduced they were no longer outside. But when had he been transported from outside in the first place?

The light in the room was dim, which he was thankful for. He wasn’t sure if he could handle any bright lights or weird experimentation on himself after just waking up. As he sat up from the couch, he looked around and saw that there was a large glass of water set on a table in front of him. Past the glass and the table sat two individuals in two separate wingback chairs. One was the woman who rescued him, the other was an Asian man with dark, crimped hair. They both looked at him pointedly, one of them steepling his fingers as he rested his elbows on the arms of the chair.

“What the hell is going on?”

“There isn’t much time, Miles, so we’re going to do this quickly.” said the man, his face devoid of any emotion. “You know who I am, don’t you?”

Did he? Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat. And why did he keep calling him by that--?

His eyes widened. “...Frost.” Jungkook leaned forward on the couch. “You’re Frost!”

“Bingo. Gold star for you.” Frost sighed, casting a sidelong glance toward the woman in the other chair. “So now we’re going to give you the choice that I never had.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Oh God, not this again.”

Frost’s expression darkened. “Animus, you said I could do this my way, so let me.” 

“Fine.” The woman called “Animus” looked at Jungkook, holding her right fist to him. When she opened it, there sat a blue pill in the center of her palm. “If you take this, you’ll never see us again. You won’t recognize us even if we were to pass you on the street. You get to remain in this life of monotony, but you’ll no longer agonize over what your purpose is in this world.”

Jungkook blinked. How could she have known that? How could she have known that he was searching so desperately for the meaning of his existence? His eyes slowly shifted over to where Frost sat. Had he told her?

Frost held his own fist out, opening it and showing a red pill situated on his palm. Jungkook stared at it for a long time, hearing the rate of his heart escalate against his ear canals. “If you take this, you’ll be able to come with us. You’ll find out the truth and you can finally discover what your purpose is.”

He didn’t hesitate. Reaching for the pill in Frost’s hand, he grabbed it and the glass of water. Popping the pill into his mouth, he swallowed it in a single gulp - washing it down with the water. Suddenly, other people began walking inside as Animus began hooking Jungkook up to a few heart monitoring pads connected to an array of machinery that he managed to miss spying when he’d first woken up.

“W-What’s happening?” he asked, looking to Frost for guidance.

Animus stroked her fingers through his fringe, smirking as she walked away. Frost approached him, his expression stoic but his eyes were just a bit more gentle than earlier. 

“You need to breathe, Miles.” There was a distinct beeping sound off to the right as everything rippled around him. Why did everything look so fuzzy? “We’re almost there.”

“Almost where?!”

Animus pulled out a cell phone, dialed a number and held it up to her ear. “I need a location, Spectre. Agents will be all over this place in five minutes.”

Jungkook’s heart froze. He didn’t know what that meant, but he had a feeling that it meant something dangerous. Were those men who barreled through his apartment those so-called “Agents”? He tried to stand, but Frost immediately pushed him back down into the seat. 

“Frost, what is going on!?” The world was starting to grow a little bit more fuzzy as his heart rate increased, causing him to hyperventilate. “What’s happening to me?!”

“You made the choice, Miles. Now you have to live with it.” Frost sighed, his brows furrowing slightly. “I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.”

And when the white noise fully enveloped his surroundings, Jungkook felt the floor open up beneath him as the darkness swallowed him whole. He tried to scream, but it sounded hollow in his ears. Gravity pushed his stomach all the way up to his chest, causing tears to stream from his eyes. He was afraid, but something told him that he wouldn’t be alone when he finally stopped falling.

In a flash, everything began to grow dark around the corners of his eyes. The walls were covered in strings of green code against a black background. It flickered like this for a few seconds, chasing away the fear that was attempting to suffocate Jungkook. Wonder replaced it, his arm reaching out to try and touch it.

Darkness spread like an oil spill.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

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"The function of The One is now to return to the Source allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry reinserting the Prime Program. After which, you will be allowed to select from The Matrix, 23 individuals; 16 female, 7 male to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everybody connected to The Matrix which, coupled with the extermination of Zion, will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race."

Fandom: BTS / The Matrix Fandom Work: “Defragmentation” by Admin E of The Bias Rekkers

COMING SOON!

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Preface Year: Unknown (Presumed 1999) Location: Mega City (Metro City)

There have been whispers of The One’s return. No one knows when or how long it would take. The War with the Machines has raged on for nearly a hundred years and the hope for the Human Race begins to dwindle with each passing year. The Matrix is in its Third Incarnation - the birth of the Modern Era. The Oracle, created to unbalance the work of The Architect, has offered to help build The Matrix where it would be accepted, versus being rejected. But there is always something about 1% and that 1% has given birth to The One, once again. The One is still sleeping, waiting for the day when they will wake up to bring an end to the Machine War.

This is the tale of The Third One.

Fandom: BTS Fandom Work: “Defragmentation” by Admin E of The Bias Rekkers Origin stories set to come soon!

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Fragmentation 0.1 - JHS

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions of suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,008

AN: It’s finally here! I know that I am still in the process of updating Make It Right, but I have been dying to get this series off the ground. Especially since no one in the fandom has written in this Universe from what I can see. So I’m super excited to share this with you all. This is the prequel to my upcoming series, Defragmentation, which showcases everyone’s origin stories and how they managed to escape from The Matrix. Because this universe is so extensive, I strongly suggest that people utilize the official Matrix Wiki as a reference point because there will be much in this world that I will not go into in-depth explanations for. Again, if anyone would like to be added to the tag list, please feel free to message us!

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Sabine saw The Code first.

Just after his fourteenth birthday, Hoseok met up with his best friend after school for their traditional birthday shenanigans. The funny birthday card, the sweet cupcake with a single candle on top, and a handmade present that he  knew Sabine spent the better part of three months putting together. That was supposed to be the plan. Nothing changed in the ten years they knew each other.

Instead of meeting on the roof after school, Sabine told Hoseok she would be waiting for him at the abandoned playground on the edge of town. He didn’t understand why she wanted to meet there, of all places. Kids didn’t go there anymore because of a major accident and the lack of upkeep made it look creepy. Going there after the sun went down just gave it eerie vibes.

When he arrived, Sabine was idly moving back and forth on one of the swings. Her eyes looked focused on something just behind him. When Hoseok turned to see if there was anyone there, he felt a chill slide down his back when there was nothing. He wasn’t sure if Sabine was trying to scare him, but it was working.

“Hey, Hobi,” she called to him, standing from the swing to meet him, “you haven’t been using your inhaler lately.”

He tilted his head slightly. Now that she mentioned it, he hadn’t been. The doctor told him to only use it when he felt it was necessary. For the last year, he didn’t feel a need. P.E. wasn’t as hard for him as it used to be and he could run four full laps around the track without feeling winded.

“No, I haven’t,” he replied, meeting her gaze, “but why bring that up, Bean?”

She smirked, brushing past him to stare out across the road. The street lights flickered to life, illuminating the pastel green landscape around them. Hoseok knew that look and it almost always meant trouble. He really didn’t want to get involved with another of her hair-brained schemes on a school night.

“Can you see it?”

He turned to look in her direction, her back still facing toward him. “See what?”

He watched Sabine’s back muscles tense slightly until she craned her neck to look at him. “You can’t see it?”

“See what?” he repeated with a sigh. “I don’t see anything except you being weird.”

For a while, Sabine said nothing. It wasn’t like her to be silent for this long and Hoseok was consciously aware of how hard she was looking at him. He was about to tell her to say something, anything, instead of staring at him like he’d grown a second head. Just then, she let out a defeated sigh and began walking away, leaving him behind.

“Hey,” he called, already starting after her, “what am I not seeing?”

“Doesn’t matter,” came her dejected response, “no point if you can’t see it.”

He wanted to keep bugging her about what it was she was seeing and he wasn’t, but Sabine clearly made up her mind about something. 

Hoseok just wished he knew what that “something” was.

“Sabine, wait!”

Hoseok watched his best friend continue her ascent up the fire escape without him. He tried not to be too loud, considering that their neighbors were middle-aged office drones who worked nine to five hours and had 2.5 kids. The last time it got rowdy in their complex, the local authorities were called almost immediately. Add the fact that they were sneaking out after curfew and it was easy to see why Hoseok was a little nervous to be raising his voice.

But Sabine kept going, as if she hadn’t heard him.

Pouting, Hoseok quickly ran up the stairwell after her - his legs feeling much lighter than they usually did. Normally he would feel winded trying to keep up with her, but today it felt easier to breathe. Which was strange, considering he’d been diagnosed with asthma since he was a child.

Then again, a lot of things were different for the past two years.

His parents told him that it was the normal adolescent hormones that popped up at the age of thirteen. “Puberty” and all that nonsense. He’d learned about it in school and, at the time, it made sense. He figured that it was just “growing pains” and nothing more.

Ever since his fourteenth birthday, however, he knew that things were changing at a pace that almost didn’t seem natural. Things were getting weirder and weirder every day. Hoseok even had a weird case of déjà vu when he thought he saw the same cat go by twice. 

That couldn’t have been the case, though. That sort of stuff wasn’t real.

Hoseok mentioned it to Sabine just a few days before his fifteenth birthday. He remembered the way her eyes almost seemed to light up - a look he hadn’t seen on her face in almost a year. The truth? Their friendship was strained and Hoseok was confused as to why. He couldn’t remember doing anything to upset her and she was the sort of person who was blunt and honest about her feelings at all times.

Though she had been surfing the net more and more. There were days where Sabine would skip out on their normal hangout time to stay glued to her computer. Her parents said she was studying or doing homework, but he knew Sabine was extremely intelligent and rarely had to put any real effort into her school assignments. Hoseok was no dummy either, but even he needed her help from time to time when it came to classwork.

The days bled into weeks and then the weeks into months. Before long, he was beginning to dread that things weren’t going to be the same between them anymore.

Then Sabine showed up at his door, telling him to come with her to the roof of their apartment complex. He wasn’t about to question her reasoning. Hoseok was just glad that she was talking to him again outside of class.

When he finally reached the top, Sabine was standing on the edge of the roof on the other side. Her dark curls whipped around her head as a sudden gust of wind blew through the air. Hoseok shivered, feeling the cold bite go straight through him. He crossed the roof to where she was, rubbing at his arms to warm them up. 

“So,” he said, trying to ignore the awkward feeling in the air, “what’s up?”

She continued to stand on the rooftop’s edge, her hands stuffed into the large front pocket of her hoodie. Sabine didn’t answer him right away and while that would have bothered him before, he was just glad to be able to be close to his friend again. If he was admitting anything to himself, it was that Hoseok missed her. A lot.

“Do you feel that?” she asked suddenly, causing him to look up at her.

“Feel what?”

Sabine sighed, turning to look down at him. “C’mon, Hobi. I know you feel that.”

He really didn’t understand what she meant, and was about to tell her as much. Suddenly, she reached down to grab his arm so she could pull him up onto the perch beside her. Hoseok almost squawked, losing his balance slightly until she tightened her hold on his sleeve to steady him. 

“Bean, I really don’t know what you’re talking about…” And he felt bad about it.

“No. I think you do.” Sabine gave him a pointed look. “You feel it, but you just don’t want to admit it.”

He sighed. “What is it I’m supposed to be feeling, Bean?”

“That this,” she said, stretching her arm out toward the cityscape, “isn’t real.”

Hoseok balked at her. “Wait, what?” He blinked once. “What?!”

This time she scoffed. “You haven’t had to use your inhaler in the last two years. You run the track regularly during P.E. and you’re able to keep up with me now.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to argue with what she was insinuating. It wasn’t like any of it was a lie. But to say that none of it was real? That was just crazy.

“I’ve been reading up on these forums and there are whispers about this place. About how it’s not real.” Sabine’s brows furrowed as she bit her lower lip, averting her gaze from his. “How our whole life is one giant lie.”

A soft ache welled in his heart. Had she been battling with these feelings of depression alone all this time? Was that why she’d pushed him away? 

“Hey,” he said gently, reaching out to grasp her hand, “that’s not true. How can you say that?”

“Because it’s true. I’ve seen the glitches. I’ve seen the code.” Her tone was a mixture of hurt and indifference, like she couldn’t decide what emotion to display to him. Sabine turned to look at him. “And you have too. You just keep pretending that you haven’t.”

Hoseok frowned. “Sabine, come on…”

“You just want to keep being blind to it, but I know you’ve seen it too!”

The truth? He had. He had seen weird things - almost like flickers and after images. He figured it was because he was overworking himself or that his body was continuing its weird pubescent changes. What other reasoning was there? If he saw the same cat twice, it was just a coincidence. If he felt lighter on his feet, it was because he was taking the time to exercise properly. If there were ripples in the glass reflecting a person that was both him and not him, that had nothing to do with anything. It didn’t mean that their world wasn’t real or that their lives had no meaning.

...right?

A rush of movement reclaimed his attention and he screamed in horror as Sabine jumped off the roof. Hoseok reached out, grabbing at her wrists. The force of the jump coupled with gravity pulling her weight down in a rush caused his knees to crash into the concrete perch. The pain was immediate and he gripped onto Sabine with all of his might. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes as he looked down at his best friend, unable to fathom why she’d had the sudden urge to want to kill herself.

“Let go,” she said, causing him to sob.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Just let go, Hoseok.”

When he looked down at her, she wore an expression he couldn’t place. It seemed almost peaceful; resolute. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was a level of acceptance plastered over Sabine’s face that was profound. It caused his heart to leap into his throat and for a moment, the landscape dissolved into an array of black with strings of green numbers and letters in every direction. Even his best friend’s image was shaped around these numbers and letters.

His knees scraped across the concrete, causing his grip to slip a little. And then everything returned to normal. Or, at least, the normal that he believed himself accustomed to.

When Hoseok’s eyes met Sabine’s once again, he saw her crying. He didn’t have to ask why. Because he already knew the answer. 

“...it’s not real,” he mumbled.

Sabine nodded, smiling up at him. “So let go.” Her fingers tightened around his wrists. “Let’s go.”

He smiled at her, leaning down a little further, and gave a small laugh. “Okay.”

Hoseok waited for her to close her eyes first. Then he closed his. When he felt her thumbs pressing into his wrists, her silent way of saying she wasn’t going anywhere, he let gravity take hold of them both. The world rushed around his ears - the wind howling from the speed of their descent. At some point, he groped blindly until his arms wrapped around Sabine in a strong embrace.

And then everything went dark.

“Welcome to the Real World.”