#but of course he really opens up around gil; just a few chance assignments together and the rest is history

[itsjustascarecrow]

happy birth to Vince Keaton! born on Melona 23th, 40 BBY!

a Force-sensitive Morellian who grew up w/ the Jedi Order and fought in the Clone Wars, i decided to go the Sentinel route w/ him. b/c i guess it was time for me to have a Jedi spy?? idk lol. 

he was actually created in junction w/ another oc, Giuseppe Gillespie, b/c they be boyfriends. which was obviously a secret, but they kinda weren’t official either, like they were still figuring things out when the war broke out, and then Order 66 happened, so that separated them for years. and yes, they both managed to survive; Vin used his espionage skills to essentially create himself a whole new identity and hid under that guise until he was able to join the Rebellion, where he and Gil eventually reunited. but yeah, that, and he’s pretty damn good in a fist fight too, so that helped w/ the whole not being able to use his lightsaber thing. like lmao, basically he’s one of those spies that when shit hits the fan, he’ll just start throwing punches. so he’s pretty much the rowdy boi to Gil’s flower boi, but they’re both really sweet.

~one year later...

ngl, haven’t gotten around to putting too much thought into him in a while, but one sort of random vibe i just now got from him was that he kinda just. retires, in a sense? from being a Jedi. like i guess b/c he went so long hiding the fact he was raised as one, it just. ended up feeling like an old pair of shoes to him, like he essentially got used to being a “normal” dude. though i don’t think that’s to say he’d abstain from it forever; maybe if he knew he was in a safe/comfortable environment, he’d use a couple little Force tricks here and there to make daily life a little easier. and say if someone was in trouble and needed his help, or if he was the only one who could help, he’d use his old skill set if need be. but more often than not, he’d rather just solve his problems practically than do ridiculous Jedi shit all the time.

and also, given that Gil becomes Ihme’s mentor when it comes to Force-related stuff, it ends up being a nice contrast between the two different teaching methods. as always, the two balance each other out well.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

Ash of the Turks meets Genesis for the first time. They bond over Loveless together.

No warnings aside from some swearing and some guns.

Ash was tired.  But despite the dark, cloudy sky, her day was far from over. 

Her boots clacked against the floor of Shinra HQ with each step she made. The building was beginning to empty up around this time of day, the normal employees thankful to finally be able to return to the comfort of their homes. There were a few left on the lower floors of the building where Ash was, but they quickly averted their eyes upon seeing her. 

A pristine black suit, a gun strapped to her thigh, several orbs of Materia hanging from her waist, she was a Turk. Being a Turk went much further than just the suit, of course. It was a way of life. Once you’re a Turk, there’s no such thing as backing out. After all, there’s only one way to truly leave the tight-knit team.  But she wasn’t thinking about dying anytime soon.  Well, hopefully. No promises. She didn’t have much control over where her on Gaia her missions took her.

But her current mission, however, is one she chose for herself. And she was willing to risk her life to complete it. 

To walk to the cafeteria and get a fucking snack. 

She had just gotten off assignment. A simple job, just taking out monsters. But she couldn’t help but feel exhausted. Conjuring Blizzaga icicles into the skulls of random beasts wore her out a bit more than she’d like to admit. 

A small smile makes its way onto Ash’s face as she approaches the cafeteria. The lights were slightly more dim than usual, but the vending machines with her favorite energy drink and Chocobo Chocolate bars seemed to still be working just fine.  She walks into the large room, but is interrupted by... poetry? 

“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water’s surface, the wandering soul...” 

Loveless.  “Knows no rest.” She mutters. It was mostly instinctive; Ash knew most of it by heart. It was one of her favorites.  In a cafeteria is a young man, not much older than Ash herself. He’s dressed in all red, a sword sharpened to perfection resting beside him as he leaned back against a table, a pocket copy of Loveless in his hand, which was also gloved in red. 

He looks up at Ash from the pages of his book, blue-green eyes seeming to almost glow in the dim light of the hollow, empty room. Eyes infused with Mako energy, huh? A SOLDIER. A damn popular one, at that.  Genesis, if her memory serves correct. One of the First Class. Who didn’t know him? 

“Act I, Loveless.” Ash says, giving him a small nod and pulling out some gil from her suit, popping it into the vending machine against the wall.  “Correct.” He says, shutting the book, “Not many know the pages by memory.”

Ash shrugs, “It’s one of my favorite stories.” She reaches into the vending machine to grab her cold drink. She opens it and takes a sip with a sigh of relief. It felt nice to be able to sit back and relax.  “Same for me.” He says, and Ash gives him a polite smile. Goodness, they weren’t lying about the firsts being rather... good-looking. 

“I certainly didn’t expect to see a SOLDIER here. First class, for that matter.” “And I didn’t expect to see a Turk here.” He spat back, brushing some auburn hair out of his face. 

Ash chuckles, “Good to meet ya. I’m Ash. Of the Turks. But you already figured that part out, huh?” 

He looked almost amused.  “Right, the suits and the mannerisms give it away. You guys really do make being a Turk your whole personality, hm?” He remarks, and Ash just smiles back at him.

“Yeah, it’s our only fatal flaw.”

He looks her up and down.

“... And you are?” She added after a beat of silence.

“Oh, you don’t know?” He crosses his arms over his chest, and that shit-eating smirk of his only seemed to grow.  This man is a fucking shitbag, isn’t he? “Oh, no, I do. I was just trying to be polite.”

“Well then, Ash,” He bows, but it seems to be more teasing than respectful, “Commander Genesis Rhapsodos, SOLDIER First Class, at your service.”

Ash holds out her right hand, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Commander Rhapsodos.” 

Genesis takes it, and his grip is firm. “The feeling is mutual. And I assure you, just Genesis is fine.” 

“Well then, just Genesis,” Ash takes a sip from her energy drink, “What brings you here? I’m sure there’s better places to read Loveless than this place.”

Genesis tilts his head in thought, “It’s quiet and dim. Not many come in here at night, and I prefer to be alone when I’m reading.” He absentmindedly runs his fingers over the cover of his book, “And you?”

“I happened to be passing by and needed a quick boost, that’s it. Unless, of course, I’m here to gather intel,” She shrugs, “The world will never know.” She giggles, her eyes now staring at his hands. Or, more importantly, the copy of Loveless he had. 

“Hey, that’s one of the older prints, isn’t it?” She asks, pointing to it.

“You’re much too relaxed to be- Huh? Oh, yes. The ones with the white, leather covers are a rare find. This one was actually one of my first copies, it was a gift from a friend.” Responds Genesis.

“You have multiple?! I only have one of the usual copies of both the original and the novelization, and then a special edition of the novelization too. The one with all the fancy gold foil on the cover! It’s so pretty, right?” Genesis noticed how her eyes seemed to glimmer as she spoke, her hands waving around excitedly. He felt somewhat happy. The soft curve of her smile, the way her hair rested on her suit, the red glasses sitting low on her nose, framing large, warm eyes.

It felt like something out of Loveless.

“I own almost all of the editions. Loveless is a... very strong passion of mine.” He chuckles, “It’s such an interesting tale, is it not? The hero was always my favorite.”

“Oh?” Ash takes a seat on the table he was at, taking yet another sip from her drink, “My favorite is the prisoner. I really liked the traveler when I was younger, too, but I’ve come to the realization that he’s a rather bland character.”

Genesis sighs, “That’s true. Wasted potential, honestly. But I try not to think about how things could’ve been too much. I always admired the hero for thinking like that.” 

“That’s a good way to think. Especially in this line of work, huh?” She chuckles, “I’ve never been too big on the hero, but I can see why you’d like him. The way he reached out to the traveler in Acts III and IV makes me emotional every single time.” 

Genesis nods. “Right. His character gets explored a bit deeper in the play.” 

“Ugh, the play?!” Ash pouts, “I haven’t gotten a chance to see it yet! I’m rarely free.” 

“It’s well worth the watch, and much of it focuses on the prisoner, if that’s up your alley.” 

“Oh, that sounds fun. I’ll try to see if I can snag some tickets, they’re really hard to find.”

Genesis smirks. “I can pull some strings to help with that, if you’d like.” 

“That sounds grea-” Ash was interrupted by the ringing of her PHS. She sighs, “Gimme a sec.”

She reaches inside her back pocket and flips the device open, “This is Ash. How can I help, chief?” 

Her face hardens into something much more serious than what Genesis saw before, and he can faintly hear some orders over the line, but he couldn’t exactly make out the words.

“... Got it, sir. I’m heading out now.” She responds, shutting the device and shoving it back in her coat. She stands up, tossing the wrapper of her candy bar into the garbage can nearby. 

“Welp, nice talking to ya, Genesis!” She gives him a warm smile, and Genesis can’t help but smile back, “But work calls and I need to go before the chief yells at me. He’s a real scary guy.” 

Genesis had briefly met the director of the Turks. Verdot, was it?  He couldn’t help but agree. Even he felt nervous in his presence. 

“It was nice to meet you, Ash.” Says Genesis, giving her a small wave. 

“Nice to meet you too. See you around.”  Ash takes out the gun strapped to her thigh, nimble fingers flipping open the Materia flap and swapping out the glowing orb for something else on her belt in a matter of mere seconds. This one was green, and seemed to be much more deadly than the yellow one she currently had equipped. She put it back in its holster and ran out of the room.

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

An Unexpected Reunion-- Malcolm Bright x Reader

oRequest; “the reader is an FBI agent who met Malcom in Quantico but they lost contact cause she went to do undercover work and now shes put in New York on. A case and they just catch up and be happy cause malcom needs happy” (anon)

Warnings; specified fem! reader, language, bits of violence, terrible writing

Word Count; 2.1k

Notes; I rewrote this like 5 times so I hope y’all like it lol

Trainees were separated into groups for various training sessions throughout the day, and a group was never the same. Everyone was rotated around. Your group for the day happened to do incredibly well in the training exercises. “Best so far,” you were told. They decided to reward the group by allowing all of you to have a paintball fight, writing it off as combat practice. Everyone darted to various corners of Hogan’s Alley. You hid behind a dumpster and readied yourself for the battle to begin. A thud from the inside caused your brows to furrow. Since the Alley was a mock town, you knew that there wasn’t any trash inside that would attract any critters. Nevertheless, you decided to check it out. You cracked open the lid, only for something to latch around your arm. “What the fuck, Bright?” He shushed you.

“Come on, this is the best hiding spot here! Anyone comes around, and you can easily take them out without being spotted. Just... just hurry up and hop in before you blow our cover.” You stared at him, blinking slowly. Was he serious? Malcolm’s eyes widened, causing him to look slightly frantic as he motioned you inside. Alright, he was completely serious. You clamored into the dumpster and hoped that no one heard the lid slam shut. Malcolm clicked on his flashlight. He raised a brow and grave you a sly grin. He started to speak, but you interrupted him.

“If you’re about to make this sexual, I swear to God I will shoot you in the crotch right now.” Malcolm grimaced, looking highly offended.

“What? No! I was about to ask if you had heard about how Johnson from the second group pissed his pants in the hostage simulation today,” he rapidly explained. Then he froze for a moment, giving you a doubtful look. “You wouldn’t shoot me this close range. You’re not that cruel.” You held up your gun.

“Wanna bet?” Malcom narrowed his eyes at you. He was challenging your capabilities. What was once a game of hide-and-go-seek turned into a game of cat-and-mouse. Either way, you weren’t losing. You leaned back and pulled the trigger. The paintball hit its target with a loud twap! Malcolm shouted a string of profanities as he curled into fetal position. You clasped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

“Bitch...” he groaned. 

“You practically told me to!” 

Fond memories of your old life were what got you through your secret life. Being assigned to go undercover for months on end was no easy feat. There were plenty of times you wanted to call it quits, but you couldn’t. So, you’d think of moments that made you happy. You were beyond relieved when you were able to return home. It was as if you could finally breathe again. You wanted nothing more than to sleep for at least two weeks straight, but, of course, you weren’t allowed such luxuries.

You had awakened too early for your liking but decided to spend the time catching up on all the shows you missed while undercover. You had just sat down with a cup of coffee when someone started banging on your door. You sighed, taking a long sip of your coffee and hoping that they would go away. Luck wasn’t on your side, as the person continued to try to punch your door down. You groaned and shuffled over towards the door. It revealed a woman with curly hair. She gave you a small grin and held up a badge. You squinted at it in an attempt to determine its authenticity. “Hi, I’m Dani Powell with the NYPD. Are you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” You eyed her for a moment before finally deciding that she was telling the truth about her identity. You slowly nodded, slightly confused as to why she was there. “Mind if I talk to you for a few minutes?” she asked, putting her badge away.

“Yeah... what’s... I’m sorry what’s going on?”

“Your neighbor was murdered last night.”

Your body tensed. Was she serious? Could a murder have seriously taken place right under your nose? You turned on your heel and hurried further into your apartment. Dani looked confused, hesitantly stepping inside. You fumbled through a drawer before returning with a badge of your own. “I’m with the FBI. Could I see the crime scene please?” Dani raised a brow at you.

“Let’s go talk to my superior first.” You nodded and slipped on a pair of shoes. Following Dani down the hall, she approached a man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Where’s Gil?” The man furrowed his brows at the sight of you. Okay, so maybe you could have at least brushed your hair before you walked out. You probably looked like a hot mess.

“Inside. Who’s your friend?”

“Special Agent (Y/F/N). FBI. I live down the hall,” you answered. The man seemed surprised, causing Dani to roll her eyes.

“Oh shit, really? I’m TJ.” He started to say something else, but Dani interrupted him. 

“She wanted to see the scene, but I was gonna let her talk to Gil first.” You pursed your lips. Surely, it wasn’t the same person you were thinking of. There was a slight commotion from inside the crime scene before two men emerged into the hall. One was waving his hands widely, while the other looked done with his shit.

“Okay, so we’re looking for-” Your jaw dropped. Malcolm? Here, of all places? The world is quite a small place. “Cookie?” TJ and Dani’s faces wrinkled.

“Stinky!” Malcolm laughed at the familiar nickname as you threw your arms around him in an embrace. Gil smiled at the two of you.

“What am I, chopped liver?” You scoffed before giving him a hug too. TJ and Dani shared a look of confusion, which wasn’t lost under Malcolm’s gaze.

“Team, this is Cookie. Cookie, this is the team.” 

“I’m sorry-- but Cookie?” TJ asked, almost astonished at hearing Malcolm call someone by their pet name. The profiler nodded. A smirk crossed his lips.

“We’ve been friends since Quantico. During training, (Y/N) snuck out of her room to steal some treats. Everyone’s called her that since.” You rolled your eyes at the mention of your nickname.

“And you’re... Stinky?” Dani asked with a laugh. You beamed at the opportunity to share your favorite memory from training.

“At some point during your time at the academy, a handful of trainees are dropped off at random points in the Prince William Forrest Park to test your survival skills. We somehow managed to bump into each other while wandering around and decided to team up. Two heads are better than one, right? So, we were trying to figure out a shelter situation when Stinky discovered a foxhole type thing. I warned him not to go in, but-” Malcolm interrupted you.

“I’m pretty sure you said, ‘We can’t go in there because your head’s too big. You’d get stuck and die before we even get a chance to go on a real mission.’”

“Shut up, Stinky, I’m telling a story. Anyways, the bastard decided to go in. Lo and behold! There was a family of skunks living inside, and he just barged right on in. The dude stunk. Bad. No one would go near him for about a week. So, the name Stinky was born.” 

After telling the group a few more stories about Malcolm and learning a bit more about the case, you went back to your apartment to change into some actual clothes. They still required you to go down to the station and make a statement. Malcolm offered you a ride, which you gladly accepted. You hadn’t seen him since before he got fired.

As the two of you got in his car, you couldn’t help but notice how awful he looked. His hands were shaking, and he had heavy bags under his eyes. “You’re staring,” Malcolm joked, but, this time, the smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. You shook your head.

“Yeah, it’s cause you look like shit, Malcolm.” He turned his attention back to starting the car. He knew that you were being serious when you used his actual name. You watched his inner turmoil, no doubt debating whether he could confide in you. Turning your gaze away, you didn’t want him to feel like a bug under a microscope. “How long has it been this bad?” 

“It’s been bad for a while now, but it’s gotten worse over the past few weeks.” His voice was small, and it made your heart ache. Shaking your head, you got out of the car. Malcolm’s brows furrowed. You poked your head back inside.

“Well? Are you just gonna sit there like a fly on the wall, or are you going to tag along with me?” Without a moment’s hesitation, Malcolm switched the car off and appeared by your side. You linked your arm with his, tugging him along. “Don’t ask questions, just follow my lead.”

You led him to a rather posh boutique not too far from your apartment building. Malcolm seemed a bit concerned as to what you had in store for him, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The older woman working there seemed a bit disapproving as the two of you walked in, giggling over some old inside joke. “Okay, seriously, why are we here?” Malcolm finally asked. You grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch.

“You have five minutes to put the most ridiculous outfit together. Loser has to buy lunch. Go!” 

You scurried away, hoping that he would let loose and have some fun. Luckily for you, Malcolm wasn’t the one to back away form a challenge. Five minutes passed faster than you would have liked, but you thought you did pretty good. You were wearing large sunglasses, a tiara, and a jacket almost entirely made of rhinestones. You turned around and nearly fell to the ground with laughter. You hadn’t expected Malcolm to take the challenge that seriously. He was wearing sunglasses similar to your own, a feather boa, a shiny necklace, and he was even holding a single earring to one of his earlobes. What got you the most was his ridiculous hat, something you would only expect to see at the Kentucky Derby. His smile widened at your reaction. “Looks like you’ll be the one buying lunch.” 

“I lost?”

“Obviously,” Malcolm scoffed.

“Oh, but did I really?” You quickly pulled out your phone, snapping a couple pictures. “I can’t wait to show these to Gil. He’s gonna die.” Malcolm’s jaw dropped. He put his earring down and held a hand out to you.

“Gimme.”

“What? Hell no, Stinky. You’re gonna have to pry this thing out of my cold, dead hands.” His eyes narrowed, and you immediately regretted your statement. Malcolm lunged at you, causing you to shriek and dash away. He cornered you near some clothing racks. His arms wrapped around you as he attempted to wrangle your phone from your hands. The two of you were too busy laughing and fighting each other to realize that you were inching closer and closer to the racks. As you struggled to get out of his grasp, Malcolm had the bright idea to suddenly let go, sending you tumbling forward. You landed on a clothing rack, taking the whole thing down with you. Malcolm roared with laughter and had to lean on his knees for support. “Fuck you!” you called out. He held out a hand, helping you to your feet. “You’re a jackass.”

“Oh, come on, you know you love m-” He was interrupted by the older woman clearing her throat. Her arms were crossed, and she was tapping one foot.

“I think it’s best if you two leave. Now.” You both apologized profusely and even offered to help clean up, but she shooed you out of the store, after taking back their clothes of course. You gave Malcolm a hard time, blaming him for getting you both banned from the store. After the two of you fell into a steady silence, walking side by side, you prompted him with a question.

“What were you saying earlier? I know I love what?” Malcolm laughed, almost nervously.

“I was going to say that you know you love me.” You pursed your lips and hummed. 

“Maybe that’s why I’ve put up with you all these years, Stinky.”

“You’re not a ray of sunshine either, Cookie.”

“At least I don’t smell like skunk ass.”

“That was five years ago!”

~*~*~

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[complicatedcactus]

Follow You: Chapter 2

Mullegil

As soon as I reached the farthest place I thought from the studio, I stopped and catch my breath. Gaaaahd! This isn't happening! I might get asthma or heart attack because of this. Of all people, why HARRYYYY!?!?! I'm still gasping for air.

"Girl thing... Girl thing..." holy sh*t is it today? Is today my first day? My bunny calendar didn't notify me! I should've known! Argh! I ran again to my flat to change.

All afternoon, although Im working with all the accounts I'm handling, my mind's actually out in the outer space. Or atleast thinking how to get to Mars and stay there for good. I'm literally doomed. What if someone caught it on phone, then upload it then his fans will eventually assemble to knock me down. Im leaving but i don't want that kind of send-off.

"OTTOKE?" What to do?

I left the office the moment the clock striked 5pm. I need a place to relax. Gosh! Im so nervous right now. I already sent a message to Bob telling him to relay my apologies to Harry. That I don't have any confidence left to face him. That could he please tell his fans, if ever, to never kill me.

HARRY KIM

김 하리

October 11, 19** 31 y/o

Band: ***

Kor-Canadian Singer, composer, dancer and rapper, actor.

Born in Canada

Agency: ***

Sold 10million copies of his self-titled album with his chart topping hit "You".

Damn! I just slapped an IDOL! An IDOL who has die hard fans who's willing to offer themselves for their idol.

After changing clothes, i left my flat to go to the nearest internet cafe and search for any news connected with the event earlier. Praise God! I found nothing. Or not yet? "Aish". Nothing will be out. Nothing will be posted. Nothing. Okay. Believe that, Jin.

I went to my gym afterwards, you know, to release the stress. I just need to release this. Reminder, Jin you have 2 days to escape whatever happened today. 2 days starting tomorrow. I hope the trip for tomorrow would make me forget about everything.

***

I woke up the next day, Saturday, and see first thing in the morning that gray jacket hanging on the wall. Aish!!! I wish it was all just a dream. But no. I've got proof it really happened. Jin, your life must go on. Having a bad day yesterday doesn't mean it would be the same as today. "AJA!" then I get ready for my Tour Guide duties.

Our travel agency usually offers 2 days 1 night trip, to any place in SoKor and I am currently assigned on areas near Seoul. There were also times that I was assigned somewhere south like Jeju Province, Busan, Mokpo etc. Traveling while earning is my thing.

"Noona!/Unnie!" Hyuna and Jerald called simultaneously as i walked towards the office. "Bogoshipo!" oh! I missed you too. And they gave me their hugs.

These two are my travel buddies - both are university students. We went to the same university. Hyuna taking up Tourism and Jerald taking up Biology, and I just finished my Masters Degree on Business Admin. How we end up together? We just shared a table one afternoon in the cafeteria then we talked, only to find out we have all the same hobby which is traveling. Then we had several trips on weekends, started a youtube channel for our travel Vlogs then one day we received an invite from BackpackersKorea, the agency we are currently working. You'll get the whole thing.

"How many backpackers are coming with us today?" i asked. "5 kids, 11 Teenagers, 5 adults... 21 all in all" Hyuna answered. She's actually assigned with the preparations before every trip- doing research, reservations and other stuff.

We're bound to leave at 8:30am and we are almost complete just waiting for one family. As i climbed up the bus to orient our tourists, i noticed a strange looking guy at the far backseat of the bus.

"Can you see that guy with a black hoddie?" Whispering to Jerald.

"Ne Noona. I guess he's...wait... Kim Joonyung. He had his reservation 2 months ago."

"eh? Jinjja?" i said in disbelief. Normally our backpackers have their reservations a month or less since we finalize our trip a month before the schedule. Oh well...

As soon as we were completed, we finally left Seoul to see the beauty of Chuncheon. The City of Romance and Youth. During the ride, we do introductions with each other. Our trip has this retreat vibe. Everyone participated, except for one. That black hoodie guy. He's alone and he wears his shades which makes it difficult to know if he is even awake.

As we continue the trip, we conduct brief introductions to the places we are bound to see, we also gave them trivias about the on-the-road tourists' sites, and the likes. I do the talking, Jerald do the filming (for the Vlog) and Hyuna assists me.

Since it's almost lunchtime when we arrived at Chuncheon, our first stop. Chucheon Myeongdong Dakkgalbi Street. This place, of course, is famous for its palate satisfying Dakkgalbi. This place is almost the same as the Myeongdong we have in Seoul. A great place to visit. Everyone's hopped out the bus as soon as we got there to grab our lunch. Black Hoodie guy went out too but didn't join the group. He's... Oh nevermind. We gave them enough time to have their lunch and to explore the place and then off we go to our next destination - Mullegil.  The best place to experience canoeing!

After few reminders, backpackers began to leave the tour bus to see and experience canoe. While standing-by, the three of us take this opportunity to do our thing. Photo opportunity and Vlogging!

"Kaja! I brought my OOTD!" OOTD is a must. So we find a good place to take photos.

"noona, go there. Do the titanic pose at the side of the lake!" He was born a photographer.

"Arraseo! After my turn, we'll take yours and Hyuna too!" and so i did what he instructed.

I am now ready to take a pose, or I just thought... I suddenly stepped on a loose rock just on the edge of the lake and I lost my balance. Holy shit!  I tried to pull myself back but no chance. Goodbye, OOTD.

Things went just fast that when I opened my eyes, I am not in the water nor have any trace of water on me. All I know is something around me just feels so familiar. Dejavu. I can't move for sometime. I saw this black long sleeves around my waist. Slowly I turned my head to whoever this is that saved me from soaking. Slowly... He looks familiar. I already saw him somewhere...

"Unnie!!! Emergency!" Hyuna called.

My attention shifted from my savior to Hyuna. He loosened his arms from me. I bowed, thanked him and ran to Hyuna.

"what is it?"

"Na Gil (one of our backpacker) got hurt. I think she sprained her foot."

"Go get the first aid kit. Jerald, get some ice." I demanded.

As I look at Na Gil's sprained ankle, I caught black hoodie guy looking at us. He's standing at that spot where I almost fell. He was the one who saved me.