#but i said so

[xx3bvvx]

Anthor fic that wasn't planned but.... who cares

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Kim Rok Soo had just finished reviewing the latest mission details when he noticed Choi Jung Soo sneaking around the office with a suspicious grin. It didn't take long for Rok Soo to realize what was going on. He had caught glimpses of Jung Soo hiding something behind his back and heard muffled giggles.

Rok Soo walked over to where Jung Soo was trying to hide behind a stack of filing cabinets. "Jung Soo," he said in a low, calm voice, "what are you up to?"

Jung Soo nearly jumped out of his skin, spinning around with wide eyes. "N-nothing, Rok Soo-ya! Just, uh, organizing some files!"

Rok Soo raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Really? Because it looks to me like you're planning another one of your pranks."

Jung Soo's face flushed. "Uh, well... maybe. But it's just a harmless joke! It'll be fun!"

Rok Soo crossed his arms, smirking. "You know, if the team leader finds out about this, you'll be in a lot of trouble. But, if you agree to do my share of the paperwork for a week, I might just forget what I've seen."

Jung Soo's eyes widened. "That's blackmail, Rok Soo!"

Rok Soo's smirk widened. "Call it what you want. Do we have a deal?"

Jung Soo sighed, knowing he was trapped. "Fine, fine. I'll do your paperwork. Just don't tell anyone."

"Deal," Rok Soo said, clapping Jung Soo on the shoulder. "Now, get to work."

As the week went on, Rok Soo enjoyed the rare luxury of a lighter workload. Meanwhile, Jung Soo grumbled and muttered under his breath as he tackled Rok Soo's paperwork on top of his own.

One afternoon, as Jung Soo was finishing another stack of reports, he looked up at Rok Soo with a pout. "You know, this isn't fair. I was just trying to have some fun."

Rok Soo shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Think of it as a lesson. Next time, maybe you'll be more careful with your pranks."

Jung Soo groaned but couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, alright. You win this time, Rok Soo-ya. But I'll get you back someday."

Rok Soo chuckled. "Looking forward to it, Jung Soo. Just remember, I'm always one step ahead."

Despite the extra work, Jung Soo found that he didn't mind too much. In a strange way, the blackmail had brought them closer, and he couldn't deny that Rok Soo's cleverness was something he admired, even if it did get him into trouble.

Choi Jung Soo had been planning his revenge for days. He decided on a classic: the old water bucket on the door prank. Simple, yet effective.

He spent the morning setting it up, carefully balancing the bucket on top of the door to Rok Soo's room. All he had to do now was wait for Rok Soo to walk in.

Finally, the moment arrived. Rok Soo, carrying a stack of papers, approached his room, completely unaware of the impending trap. He pushed the door open, and the bucket tipped over, drenching him in cold water.

Jung Soo burst out laughing, doubling over at the sight of Rok Soo standing there, soaked and stunned. "Gotcha, Rok Soo-ya!"

Rok Soo wiped water from his face, his expression slowly turning from shock to annoyance. "Really, Jung Soo? This is your revenge?"

Jung Soo grinned, still chuckling. "It worked, didn't it?"

Before Rok Soo could respond, Lee Soo Hyuk appeared in the hallway, drawn by the commotion. He took one look at the scene — Rok Soo dripping wet and Jung Soo laughing hysterically — and his expression darkened. "What is going on here?"

Jung Soo's laughter died instantly. "Uh, team leader... it was just a harmless prank."

Soo Hyuk sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jung Soo, this is not the time for pranks. You both have work to do, and now Rok Soo is soaked."

Rok Soo nodded, still glaring at Jung Soo. "Thanks for the shower, Jung Soo."

Soo Hyuk crossed his arms. "Jung Soo, you're responsible for cleaning up this mess. And since you seem to have so much energy for pranks, you'll be taking on extra duties for the next week."

Jung Soo's face fell. "But team leader—"

"No buts," Soo Hyuk interrupted. "This behaviour is unacceptable, and you need to learn to be more responsible."

Jung Soo sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Yes, team leader."

Rok Soo couldn't help but smirk as he walked past Jung Soo. "Looks like the prank backfired, huh?"

Jung Soo glared at him but didn't say anything, knowing he had no one to blame but himself.

As he started cleaning up the mess, Jung Soo couldn't help but think about how to avoid getting caught next time. Because there would definitely be a next time. He wasn't going to let Rok Soo have the last laugh. But for now, he'd just have to endure the extra work and the teasing from his team leader.

Choi Jung Soo was not having a good day. It was barely noon, and Jung Soo was already exhausted. The first part of his punishment involved cleaning up the mess he'd made with the water bucket, which took longer than he expected. Every time he thought he was done, he found another puddle or wet spot that needed attention.

"Jung Soo-ya, you missed a spot," Rok Soo called out from the doorway, barely concealing his smirk.

Jung Soo grumbled under his breath, mopping up the last of the water. "I hope you slip in it," he muttered, too quietly for Rok Soo to hear.

After the cleaning, Soo Hyuk handed him a stack of paperwork. "Since you have so much energy for pranks, you can help with these reports."

Jung Soo's shoulders sagged. "But team leader, I've never done these kinds of reports before."

"You'll learn," Soo Hyuk replied firmly, handing him a pen. "You need to understand the importance of responsibility."

Jung Soo spent the next several hours hunched over his desk, his head pounding from staring at the endless forms and documents. Every mistake he made earned him a stern look from Soo Hyuk, who was monitoring his progress closely.

"These numbers need to add up, Jung Soo," Soo Hyuk said, pointing at a particularly messy column.

Jung Soo sighed deeply, erasing his errors and starting over. His hand ached from writing, and his eyes were starting to blur from the strain. "This is torture," he muttered to himself.

To make matters worse, Rok Soo seemed to take every opportunity to walk by and check on his progress, offering unsolicited advice that only added to Jung Soo's frustration.

"Jung Soo, you should really pay more attention to detail," Rok Soo said, peering over his shoulder. "Otherwise, you'll never finish."

"Thanks, Rok Soo," Jung Soo replied through gritted teeth. "Really helpful."

By the evening of the evening rolled around, Jung Soo was mentally and physically drained. He still had a pile of paperwork left, and his stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he'd skipped lunch.

Just as he was about to take a break, Soo Hyuk appeared again. "Don't forget, you have extra training sessions after this."

Jung Soo's heart sank. "But team leader, I'm exhausted. Can't we do it tomorrow?"

Soo Hyuk shook his head. "You need to understand the consequences of your actions. We'll start as soon as you finish that stack."

With a resigned sigh, Jung Soo turned back to his work, the thought of the upcoming training weighing heavily on him. He knew he had no choice but to push through, but he couldn't help feeling a deep sense of misery and regret.

"Why did I think that prank was a good idea?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "I really need to stop underestimating Rok Soo."

As he continued to work, he glanced over at Rok Soo, who was engrossed in his own tasks. Despite the day's events, there was a small part of Jung Soo that couldn't help but admire Rok Soo's dedication and focus.

But for now, all Jung Soo could do was endure his punishment and hope that the next few days would pass quickly. And maybe, just maybe, he'd learn his lesson about pulling pranks on Kim Rok Soo.

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Choi Jung Soo stood in the middle of the training ground, panting heavily. His muscles ached from the rigorous exercises, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Across from him, Lee Soo Hyuk watched him with a critical eye, arms crossed over his chest.

"Again," Soo Hyuk commanded, his voice firm.

Jung Soo groaned inwardly but didn't dare to protest. He picked up his training sword and got back into his stance. Soo Hyuk wasn't known for being lenient, especially not after Jung Soo's recent prank that had disrupted the team's workflow.

"Your footwork is sloppy," Soo Hyuk pointed out as they began their sparring session again. "Focus on your balance."

Jung Soo tried to adjust his stance, but his tired legs struggled to keep up. Soo Hyuk moved with the precision and grace of a seasoned warrior, his strikes coming fast and hard. Jung Soo barely managed to block them, his arms trembling from the effort.

"You're hesitating," Soo Hyuk said, landing a light blow on Jung Soo's shoulder. "In a real battle, hesitation can get you killed."

Jung Soo nodded, gritting his teeth. He knew Soo Hyuk was right, but it was hard to focus with exhaustion clouding his mind. He forced himself to push through, ignoring the burning pain in his muscles.

"Good, now counterattack," Soo Hyuk instructed.

Jung Soo lunged forward, aiming for Soo Hyuk's side. His strike was met with a swift parry, and Soo Hyuk's sword came down on his wrist, making him drop his weapon.

"Too predictable," Soo Hyuk said. "You need to be more creative with your attacks."

Jung Soo picked up his sword again, frustration mounting. He knew he was better than this, but the day's events had drained him. Still, he wasn't about to give up. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, determined to prove his worth.

They continued sparring, with Soo Hyuk relentlessly pointing out Jung Soo's mistakes and pushing him to do better. Every time Jung Soo thought he had improved, Soo Hyuk found another flaw to correct. It was grueling, but Jung Soo knew it was necessary.

After what felt like an eternity, Soo Hyuk finally called for a break. Jung Soo collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.

"You've got potential, Jung Soo," Soo Hyuk said, handing him a bottle of water. "But you need to work on your discipline and focus. Training isn't just about physical strength; it's about mental fortitude too."

Jung Soo nodded, too exhausted to speak. He took a long drink of water, grateful for the brief respite. He knew he had a long way to go, but he was determined to become a better fighter, for himself and for his team.

"Thanks, team leader," he finally managed to say. "I'll keep that in mind."

Soo Hyuk nodded. "Good. Now rest for a bit, but don't get too comfortable. We've still got more training to do."

Jung Soo groaned but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. Despite the harsh training, he appreciated Soo Hyuk's dedication to making him better. Deep down, he knew that this was exactly what he needed to grow stronger.

"Alright," he said, sitting up. "Let's do this."

Soo Hyuk smiled. "That's the spirit, Jung Soo. Now, let's get back to work."

Jung Soo pushed himself off the ground. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the next round of training with Soo Hyuk.

"Ready?" Soo Hyuk asked.

Jung Soo nodded, gripping his sword tightly. They began again, Soo Hyuk's strikes coming fast and relentless. Despite his exhaustion, Jung Soo found a rhythm, blocking and countering with more precision. He could feel himself improving, bit by bit, with each clash of their swords.

After what felt like hours, Soo Hyuk finally lowered his sword. "That's enough for today. You've made progress, Jung Soo."

Jung Soo let out a sigh of relief, dropping his sword. "Thanks, team leader."

Soo Hyuk handed him another bottle of water. They sat in silence for a moment, catching their breath.

"Come on, let's head back to the office," Soo Hyuk said, standing up. "We need to get Rok Soo and grab some dinner. My treat."

Jung Soo's eyes lit up at the mention of food. "Really? Something expensive, right?"

Soo Hyuk chuckled. "Yes, something expensive. You two deserve it."

They made their way back to the office, where they found Kim Rok Soo buried in paperwork.

"Rok Soo, we're heading out for dinner," Soo Hyuk announced.

Kim Rok Soo looked up, surprised. "Dinner? Now?"

"Yes, now," Soo Hyuk said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You've been working hard, and we all deserve a break."

Jung Soo grinned, draping an arm over Rok Soo's shoulders. "Come on, Rok Soo-ya, it's team leader's treat! Something expensive!"

Rok Soo sighed but couldn't hide the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Alright, alright. Let's go."

They left the office together, the sun setting on the horizon as they walked through the city. Soo Hyuk led them to an upscale restaurant.

As they were seated and handed menus, Jung Soo's eyes widened at the selection. "Wow, this place is fancy," he said, glancing at Rok Soo.

Rok Soo nodded. "Yeah, it is."

Soo Hyuk ordered a variety of dishes, ensuring they got to try a bit of everything. As they ate, the tension from the day's training and work melted away, replaced by laughter and camaraderie.

Jung Soo couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these. Despite the hardships and the constant danger, they had each other. And that was something worth celebrating.

"Team leader, this is amazing," Jung Soo said, savoring a bite of his steak.

Soo Hyuk smiled. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. You both deserve it."

Rok Soo, for once, seemed content. As they finished their meal and sat back, satisfied, Soo Hyuk raised his glass.

"To our brotherhood," he said. "May we continue to grow stronger together."

Jung Soo and Rok Soo clinked their glasses with his, a silent agreement passing between them. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together as a team.

And for tonight, at least, they could enjoy the simple pleasure of good food and each other's company.

With that, the record stopped, and Kim Rok Soo wiped his bloody nose.

[blueskittlesart]

i’ve started babysitting for a VERY christian family which is great because they pay me a lot of money but as someone who was raised almost completely agnostic it’s kind of insane. the 2 year old keeps asking me to read her stories from the bible. (why are we reading david and goliath to a 2 year old????) the 5 year old told me today that he was going to bring his legos to heaven with him. he also has repeatedly told me that the lego spaceships he builds are stronger than jesus. (not sure what to say to that. do i deny it??? are things allowed to be stronger than jesus??) had to stop myself mid sentence today because i almost told them im not going to heaven which would DEFINITELY have caused several meltdowns. they’re also both completely fascinated by my nose ring

[stillgotscars]

this part of stevie nicks’ interview with rolling stone is taking me out

[sheepydraws]

The secret Dungeon Meshi sauce that's getting people to eat better is that it's so non-judgmental. Senshi and the rest of the gang never talk about what not to eat besides things that taste bad and literal poison. They don't even talk about "health" that much besides the importance of a balanced diet. It's so much easier to eat well when you think of food simply as something your body needs, and that it's often worth the extra effort to make it taste good, especially when you understand how to connect "things your body needs" with "things that taste good"

[river--ghost]

work all night on a drink of rum

daylight come and me wan go home

stack banana til the morning come

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come mr tallyman tally me banana

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lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

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day

me say dayo

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day

me say day

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a beautiful bunch of ripe banana

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hide the deadly black tarantula

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lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

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daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say dayo

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me say day

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[nathaniacolver]

arcane ships be like

i love a show that teaches equality (😭😭😭)

[stimmingandstruggling]

more good news from tiktok: they’ve started blocking celebrities.

they’re calling it block party 2024. just blocking and ignoring countless celebrities who havent said shit about palestine. influencers, actors, anyone who went to the met gala, whatever, they’re getting blocked. and people keep talking about how cathartic it is, how good it feels, how they never realized they could DO that. there was some kind of subconscious law against blocking famous people, but it’s broken, and people are LOVING it. and it’s WORKING. a social media/digital advertising coordinator was talking about how ad companies are PANICKING, because they can’t accurately target anymore. so many big influencers, including fucking LIZZO started talking about palestine the MOMENT their follower counts started going down. and the best part? no one is forgiving them. lizzo posted a tiktok asking people to donate to palestinian families, and all the comments just said you’re a multimillionaire. put your money where your mouth is. blocked.

i feel like i’m witnessing the downfall of celebrity culture, right here right now. people are waking up.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[great-and-small]

Turdus aficionados of Costa Rica please know I love your national bird but this is objectively hilarious

[james-p-sullivan]

the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????

i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.

so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[mod2amaryllis]

i love being married to a straight guy. this morning we were parallel chilling and i glance at his computer and he's watching a drill fight tournament. as in, guys attaching drills to the same rod and turning them on until one breaks. to find the strongest drill. jose noticed me staring and rolled out of the way so i could see the screen. he knew every drill brand and told me their quality and price. i watched the whole thing without comment. the violence was enchanting. i never would have found this. he's a vector to an entirely alien, often beautiful, world.

[nostalgebraist]

If Pikachu were real, it would not be a very pleasant animal. An enormous mouse that shocks you like an electric eel. I would run from these beasts

[trudlejack]

(+part 2)

[rish-you-were-here]

Happy pride

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking