#but we don’t have time to unpack all that

[seventeenmisaki]

god of fever

word count : 2,428

timeline : september 2023

after coming back from nana tour and filming the “god of music” music video, seventeen still had a lot of work to do. with a variety of schedules and upcoming events to prepare for, their schedules are jam packed for the time being.

today, everyone is working on the choreography for the comeback. they have learned some of it for the music video, but they need to learn and memorize the rest of it as well as change some things.

unfortunately, misaki has been feeling sluggish during most of today’s rehearsal. thinking it’s most likely fatigue, she continues dancing so she can keep up with the guys.

“alright, let’s take a break everyone. we’ll learn the next section after break,” the choreographer announces to everyone.

misaki huffs out in relief before feeling someone tap her shoulder.

“you okay?” hoshi asks her, “i said your name twice and you didn��t respond.”

“sorry, what did you say?” she asks him.

“i was wondering if you were hungry,” he says. “you look a little pale,” he comments, starting to get worried about to youngest member.

“i’m okay. i think i’m just tired,” she replies. “and we have so much going on too.”

hoshi ruffles her hair, “yea, but you’ve looked rough since you got here.” he brings his hand to her forehead, “you feel warm.”

“it’s probably just from dancing,” misaki replies, trying to brush it off.

“misaki, do you have a fever?” dokyeom asks and walks over.

“come here,” hoshi gestures. dokyeom stands next to them and hoshi puts his hand on dokyeom’s forehead before putting it on misaki’s forehead. “you’re pretty warm. you should stop practicing for today,” he says to her.

“we don’t have that much left. i’ll be fine for the rest of rehearsal,” she says. “at least let me learn the rest of the choreography.”

hoshi sighs, “don’t push it.”

she nods before walking away to grab her water bottle. she takes a few sips before sitting down on the floor.

“you okay?” woozi asks. she looks up and nods.

“little bit of a fever,” she mentions, “i’ll be fine.” she digs in her backpack for a mask and puts it on, leaving it beneath her chin so she can still drink water.

“probably from all the packing you’ve been doing,” woozi replies, mentioning how misaki just moved to her own apartment, “you know, you could’ve asked us to help you move.”

she shrugs, “i don’t have a lot. i’ll take care of it eventually.”

once misaki gets to her new apartment, she throws her things onto the floor in the living room. then, she lays down on the couch, not even bothering to turn the lights on.

she feels even worst after rehearsal. after laying down, she can’t bring herself to even order dinner.

we still have rehearsal tomorrow. this sucks.

misaki uses what little energy she has left and gets up. she goes to a stack of unopened boxes and opens one, rummaging for medicine.

when she fails to find any, she goes into the bedroom, almost colliding with more boxes, and lays down on her bed.

maybe it’ll break in a couple of hours.

she closes her eyes and immediately goes to sleep.

“she’s definitely sick,” jeonghan says to s.coups over the phone.

“and she kept dancing?” the leader asks.

“hyung, you know how she is. we all do,” seungkwan replies, carrying a plastic bag from the store they just went to.

“when are you filming the dance practice?” he asks them.

“in a couple of days. if she can’t do it, then it’ll be a quick thing to fix the formations,” jeonghan says as they reach the door to her apartment. “we’re here. i’ll text you later.”

s.coups hums, “bye.”

“bye.”

jeonghan puts his phone in his pocket while seungkwan unlocks the door. both of them go into the apartment and find the entire place dark.

seungkwan turns the lights on and sighs at the sight. “she didn’t unpack everything yet? i already helped her do some of it yesterday,” he says and puts the plastic bag on the kitchen counter.

jeonghan goes over to the bedroom door and notices that it’s open. he turns the light on and peeks in.

“she’s in here,” he announces when he sees misaki fast asleep on her bed.

“try to wake her up then,” seungkwan says while picking up a box and moving it out of the way.

jeonghan goes into the room and goes over to the sick dancer. “hyunjin?” he calls her name. “hyunjin, wake up.”

misaki stirs and groans from how she feels.

“hey, it’s me,” jeonghan says to her. “seungkwannie is here with me too. we brought you medicine.”

“medicine?” she questions, clearly still waking up. “can you order food?” she asks.

“yea, we’ll order food, but you should take the medicine now. just so you have something to help you,” jeonghan says to her.

“hey, i managed to find the water kettle, so i’m making tea,” seungkwan mentions, walking into the room with a glass of water and medicine. “is she awake?”

“enough to take medicine,” jeonghan answers. “hey, come on, sit up,” he says and pulls misaki up.

“here,” seungkwan says and hands misaki the medicine and water.

she takes the medicine and swallows the pills with water. she drinks some more water before handing the glass back to seungkwan.

“you hungry?” jeonghan asks seungkwan, “we need to make sure she eats.”

“should i order something?” seungkwan asks, “her fridge is basically empty.”

“yea, order food for the three of us. i’m getting hungry too,” jeonghan replies.

“you got it,” seungkwan says and goes back into the kitchen. he grabs his phone and opens a food delivery app.

while ordering food, seungkwan grabs cooling forehead patches from the bag and goes back to misaki’s room. he hands the patches to jeonghan.

jeonghan sighs and puts a patch on misaki’s forehead. “you think she went overboard when we were away?” he asks seungkwan.

“makes sense. she wanted to do everything and anything she could,” seungkwan recalls from when they were in italy.

“you can’t blame me for wanting to have fun,” misaki mumbles, now beneath her blanket.

“you got yourself sick, so i am blaming you,” jeonghan replies to her.

seungkwan finishes ordering food for the three of them. “okay, food is ordered.”

“okay, let’s sit outside,” jeonghan says.

the two singers leave misaki’s room, turning the light off and closing the door so she can get as much rest as possible.

seungkwan starts opening boxes, trying to see what he could put away.

“you know where to put everything?” jeonghan asks him.

“she’s keeping a lot of stuff the same. she even took pictures so she would remember if something was on a specific shelf,” seungkwan replies, starting to unwrap dishes that had been wrapped up.

jeonghan joins in, finding some of misaki’s favorite decorations and carefully unpacking them for her.

both of them only get to unpack a few boxes before dinner arrives at her apartment. seungkwan grabs the bags from outside the door and brings them to the now cleared kitchen counter.

“i’ll wake her up again,” jeonghan says while seungkwan unpacks all of the food. seungkwan hums in response.

jeonghan goes into misaki’s room and turns the lights on.

“hyunjin, wake up,” jeonghan says, “dinner’s here.”

misaki wakes up but just lays there.

“i would bring your food in here, but i know you only like eating in the kitchen and living room,” jeonghan says to her.

“i’m so tired that i don’t care,” misaki replies. she rubs one of her eyes.

“it’ll probably be messy if we bring the food in here. just sit down at the table,” jeonghan says.

misaki groans but moves the blanket out of the way so she can get up. both of them leave the room, and misaki sits at the dinner table.

“i ordered a lot so you can heat up food for tomorrow too,” seungkwan mentions while bringing over some of the takeout containers. “oh, let me heat up the water again for your tea,” he says and turns the water kettle on again.

jeonghan grabs some utensils and brings over another takeout container. he sits down across from misaki. from where the table is, misaki is next to a wall so she leans against it.

“do you feel really bad?” jeonghan asks her.

“kind of,” she replies, “but if it’s bad tomorrow, then i’ll see a doctor.”

“just make sure to take medicine, alright? it’s right here,” seungkwan says, holding up the small packet of medicine.

“i will. thank you for coming over tonight,” she says to both of them.

“anything for you,” jeonghan replies to her before taking a bite of food.

misaki ends up missing the second day of rehearsal. fortunately, her fever broke, but she decided to stay home for another day.

while at home, she watches videos that are sent from rehearsal, mentally preparing herself for the next day. she’s determined to make it to day three of rehearsal since she missed day two.

most of the day passes by, but the dancer leaves her apartment to go to a convenience store. she buys one of her favorite drinks before heading to a nearby pharmacy. in the pharmacy, she buys some extra medicine and finds some cooling patches to keep around.

when she’s done shopping and walking back to her apartment, she gets a phone call.

“hello?” she answers.

“hey. how are you feeling?” s.coups asks her.

“better. i’m going to practice tomorrow,” she mentions to him.

“are you out right now? it sounds like you’re outside,” s.coups questions her, sounding a bit confused.

“oh, i just went to the store for a second. bought some extra medicine in case i get sick again,” misaki answers. “i’m almost back to my apartment. how are you?”

“i’m alright. just going to physical therapy and staying at home. i’ve been playing games a lot more,” s.coups mentions.

“i know, your status is always online when i look,” misaki says with a laugh. she makes it to her apartment building and goes inside. “i miss you,” she admits to him.

“you saw me the other day,” he replies with a smile on his face.

“yea, but it’s not the same. you’re not seventeen s.coups, you’re just choi seungcheol,” misaki says to him.

he groans, “don’t say my full name.”

“whatever, seungcheol.”

the leader groans again, making misaki laugh.

“can we hang out soon?” misaki asks him as she goes into her apartment.

“are you free on monday?” s.coups asks her.

“i think i have a schedule,” she says. she puts the call on speakerphone and checks her calendar. “yea, i’m booked next week. do you want to get dinner on wednesday?” she asks, “my schedule on thursday doesn’t start until later, so we could get lunch on thursday instead.”

“dinner on wednesday sounds better,” s.coups answers. misaki places her phone on the counter and starts taking out what she bought. “text or call me when you’re done working.”

“okay,” misaki sings. “i’m going to watch the practice videos. i’ll talk to you later.”

“don’t work too hard. just make sure you’re better,” s.coups says to her.

“i know. i know,” she replies. “bye.”

“bye.”

once day three arrives, misaki gets to the practice room as soon as she can and works on the choreography with their choreographer and performance director.

eventually, the scheduled rehearsal starts. all of them go over details of the choreography, making necessary changes as needed.

“you okay?” seungkwan asks misaki when they take a break.

she nods, “yea. a lot better. thanks for coming over the other day.”

seungkwan smiles, “i’m just glad you’re better.”

misaki keeps her movements pretty light since she still isn’t feeling the greatest. she’s had a persistent headache all day long. they focus on details and remembering the choreography, so she pushes through as much as she can.

“misaki, you were early in this section,” the choreographer points out. misaki nods in understanding. “let’s record and review everything afterwards.”

they perform the choreography with someone filming. then, they watch the recordings and go over different details. it’s easier to notice them with the video at hand.

misaki notices some small things that she wants to change, so she starts rehearsing the changes she wants to make. they record a couple of more practice videos before finishing rehearsing for the day.

“misaki, feel okay with the choreography?” hoshi asks her as they leave.

she nods, “yea. i got it down,” she answers.

“and you feel better?” hoshi asks.

she nods again, “yea. i have a headache, but i’ll be fine. i’ll look for medicine when i get home.”

“hey, misaki, you really need to unpack all of your stuff,” seungkwan says to her. “it’s a mess at your place.”

“i’ll get it done. i swear,” misaki replies. “tomorrow night, i’ll clean my place and it’ll be spotless.”

“ten bucks that she doesn’t.”

“sure.”

misaki looks over at woozi and the8, “don’t bet on me!”

someone presents a small pack of medicine in front of misaki. she looks up and sees joshua standing there.

“you should’ve asked earlier,” joshua says to her.

she takes the packet, “thanks,” she replies. misaki immediately pops some medicine out of the packet and takes it with some water.

“misaki, come on. let’s go home,” jeonghan calls out to her while leaving the practice room. she hurries up and grabs her belongings.

she catches up to jeonghan and seungkwan in the hall. sometimes, she’ll ride with them since they live near each other.

“you guys are going home?” jun asks them.

“we might grab some food,” jeonghan mentions.

“oh, can i come?” jun asks.

“hey, let me in on this too,” mingyu joins in.

“we might as well turn it into a monthly meeting,” dino suggests to them as they walk down the hall together.

“can’t we plan it better? i need to go work on stuff,” woozi asks.

“we need to make sure you’re seen in public for once,” hoshi says to him, leaving the vocal team leader giving in to the sudden dinner plans.

“someone call s.coups hyung,” mingyu says, “we need to make sure he comes.”

“i got it,” jeonghan says, already on his phone.

misaki smiles as they start talking about where to go eat at. the end of rehearsals leading to a fun outing with her favorite people.

back to masterlist

[melodead]

you know from experience that hungry students will go through many, many lengths to sate that hunger—and that’s why you’ve decided to hike a mountain on a school night.

you take a cutting of berries and slide them into the glass jar. hopefully, these aren’t poisonous. they’ll need to be checked by professor crewel first, obviously, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. grim might survive eating poison. you, on the other hand? not so much. a specialist would need to vet them first.

“i wouldn’t recommend eating those, if that’s what you’re planning.”

or a very knowledgeable student.

you turn your head. jade leech smiles politely at you from the long shadow of a tree, his usual suspicious demeanor offset by a knitted yellow cap and several layers of hiking gear. his lantern casts a soft glow across his face. you wonder why he has it out at all. the sun has only just begun to set, after all.

you must be staring too much, because jade steps out of the shadow and crouches down next to you, setting the lamp on the ground. “it’s good to have one in case of any delays. the mountains can be rather perilous, as you must be aware by now,” he explains. “one reckless act, and nature’s bounty can prove fatal,”—he taps your jar—“such as these.”

you blink at him slowly. his yellow eye almost glows in the dying light of day, but they are not predatory. not today.

“right. thank you for the notice.” you screw the lid back on, put it into your basket, and push yourself from the ground. he begins to do the same. “i’ll be leaving now. i don’t want to inconvenience you any further.” yes, he did just get here. no, you will not be acknowledging that.

“not at all. on the contrary, it is lovely to see you, prefect, especially on such a pleasant day. ah, but that reminds me,”—oh, sevens. please don’t say what i think you’re going to say—“seeing as we’re both here, perhaps you wouldn’t mind a bit of a hike to the peak? the sunset is beautiful this time of year.”

you swear. internally, of course, but the idea is the same.

you really hoped to avoid octavinelle after azul’s incident. it was one thing to be riddle or leona; they hadn’t targeted you personally. moreover, riddle has relaxed on some of his rules, and leona doesn’t bother you any more than he talks to you (which is very rarely). you got over it.

octavinelle, though, had contracted your friends into forced labor (it was mostly their own fault), stolen your house (you willingly agreed to hand it over), and sabotaged you in getting it back (in a deal you knew was sketchy). it was, it was—!

oh, who are you kidding? you feel hurt. that’s the long and short of it. it is juvenile and illogical and out of character for you and you hate it, but there is no time to unpack that, and the consequences for purposeful ignorance are little to none. jade leech couldn’t possibly have cared anyways.

“-efect? prefect?” he taps you gently. “are you alright?”

but you must have forgotten how entertaining the students find you.

you step back, hands gripping the strap of your bag. “i don’t think that’s a good idea. if i went with you, the sun would be gone by the time we got there. we’ll be better off going our separate ways.”

“i beg to differ.” his eyes glance at your bag. several jars clink emptily. “you’re foraging, yes? there happens to be a berry hedge on the trail down. i could lead you there, if you so wish.”

“that’s okay. it’ll be dark.”

“then i could accompany you on the way down,” he offers, “if the dark is what worries you.”

“i’ve faced worse—and i really should be getting back to ramshackle soon. grim will be hungry.” not to mention the three other teenage boys who might be ransacking the place.

“even so, you can never be too careful.” 

you cut the pleasantries. “and what would you get out of it?”

“pardon?”

“what are you getting in return?” your eyes bore into his. “i don’t have anything to give you, but frankly, i’m not interested in any kind of exchange if that’s what you have in mind. you won’t get anything from me.”

jade leech blinks at you twice in rapid succession, eyebrows raised, before his features school themselves into something neutral. concealed, even. you’re almost comforted by the sight of normal jade.

key word: almost.

“is that what you think of me?”

“how else am i supposed to think?” your eyebrows furrow. “i could never tell with you before, but i knew you weren’t malicious at the very least. i don’t have a clue where we stand now.” excuses. truths. you hold your basket closer. “does it matter, anyways? i don’t have any business with you.”

the sun is lower on the horizon now. the lamplight flickers.

jade leech sighs—sighs!—so inaudible you might’ve thought it was the wind. his eyes fall shut for a moment. when they open again, his left one shines gold. “you’re still nursing injuries, are you not? as vice housewarden of octavinelle, it would be remiss of me to ignore someone personally hurt by the actions of our dorm. i’ll ensure your safety against anything on the way down.” his gaze meets yours. “an eye for an eye, yes?”

you scrunch your face. “i don’t want your eye. i don’t want anyone’s eyes.”

jade blinks at you—(wow, that makes it, what, three times now?)—before unexpectedly giving into chuckles. it’s breathy, and true, and a whole host of other adjectives you wouldn’t normally assign him. that must be the floyd in him, you think as you stand there awkwardly. you wonder if you should just leave.

jade gets a hold of himself soon enough though, and he ushers you down the mountain under the guise of benevolence and whatever else he tries to sell to you on the way. you ignore it the best you can.

what you don’t see is the lingering grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, the entire trip down.

[infamousmonkey-cat]

listening to the severance podcast and adam scott was talking about how irv and burt bond because they’re both interested in art and like… yeah of course 😭 irv is an artist but the only art his innie has access to is propaganda. it explains so much about him

[ecto-hazard]

Hans gets a second opinion

[stopallsnowblind]

Midway through book two, and Maura’s entertainment of the Gray Man was really starting to work my nerves.

Then it hit me that I find it annoying because her taste in men reminds me of my mother’s, which is a can of worms I was not prepared to open today. 😅

[fallenangelblade]

btw I still think that a dean winchester who a) knows he’s queer and b) accepts the enormity of his feelings for cas but has a thousand justifications for not pursuing them (e.g. thinks angels aren’t capable of feelings like that, the end of the world keeps happening and there’s no time, is the most self-loathing man on the face of the earth, etc. etc.) is way more compelling and true to canon than the deeply repressed “bro I’m not gay wtf” characterization that a lot of fanfiction seems to favor

[catwouthats]

Me after there will be an intimate Lokius moment ep 3 (it will definitely happen) which will parallel the moment of Sylvie and Loki in s1 ep3 (it will definitely be real.)

(I’m definitely not only saying things because my meds have started to ware off. )

[isthedogawolfdog]

One positive about the omegaverse is that this was one of the main things that lead to the confirmation that chat got was using fanfics to train their AI! Which is so fucking funny

Holy crap, well that’s something!

[xsuspencexkillsx]

The wind is as cold as my feet tonight.

Outside on thanksgiving, in my grandparents back yard. I’m almost half as tall as the tree that once towered over me. I’m more comfortable here than I am inside. I like being alone better sometimes, when my head isn’t too loud. And I am grateful for many things. For him. For my best friend/the only girl I’ve ever loved. For my cat. For the cool windy air. For stolen, secret lunch-break kisses, and flirting with people I’ll never have. that the band that’s always been a part of me, might now actually work out someday. For my cousin. For the bands on the radio that got me this far. That I can express how I feel, even if it’s only in what I write. For all my friends, the people I know I can count on. That he’s still alive. I think the thing I’m most grateful for is that I’m still alive to experience the rare good things in my life. I held on long enough for that. And it would be a tragedy if I had died before finally being happy. Goodnight, I guess. (For once I think I mean that.)

[driftingvoid-155]

FNAF Hurricane is like a mix of nightvale and derry to me. Weird shit going on 24/7 but no one ever really mentions it/ plays it like it’s normal

[demisexualemmaswan]

taliesin…taliesin stop making me sad about vesper’s lack of a relationship with percy challenge

like god. imagine you spend your whole life with the promise and hope for the future on your shoulders and you learn how to lead and take care of whitestone and u get to be like twenty years old before your youngest sister is born and then she becomes your father’s favorite and in taliesin’s own words sometimes your father will undermine you for your youngest sister

and you are supposed to be the adult so you can’t be upset about it

vesper elaina probs wonders so often what she did wrong and why she isn’t good enough for percy

[thepunkranger]

Well that’s a real nice way of saying “my mad scientist dad turned himself into a monster and hunted me down so he could implant an embryo in me when I was 12”

[silverhalla]

lucanis breaches the ‘sooo do you want kids’ convo with crow rook and they’re like ‘what do you mean, we already have jacobus’

[adelaidedrubman]

WHAT KIND OF LOVE ARE YOU?

i was tagged by @katsigian for this uquiz and everyone got so absolutely decimated i simply had to post pass along! (tried my best to italicize applicable/bold super applicable sparingly but everyone just got their ass beat so hard)

LOVE AS A FORCE OF NATURE

your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. when you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. it is powerful. it is earth-shaking and world-ending. nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. see how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. you're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. when you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

LOVE AS A CHOICE

you choose to love. love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. it would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. but you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. when you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. your love is work, and it does not come easy. your love sweats and toils. it is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

LOVE AS A FLAW

cowering, your love hides in the dark. in shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. when you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. you didn’t ask for this. you didn’t want this. it’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. get it out, just get it out now. you don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. it is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

LOVE AS THE DAWN

pastel, saccharine and hopeful, your love rises slow to greet the day. it tiptoes on doe feet and blossoms bit by bit, petal by petal. love is new to you, isn’t it? a fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. your love loves with bated breaths. your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. your love romanticizes. your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. you’re swollen with desire and idealizations. the perfect kiss, the perfect touch, the perfect partner in life. your love is wide-eyed and innocent, naive and pristine and oh, so very easily breakable. being loved by you is to be loved by a child, by a lamb, wooly-eyed and helpless. oh. i really hope it lasts.

oof. on that note if you’d like to play along tags out to @imogenkol @derelictheretic @belorage @florbelles @lordundying @henbased @rhettsabbott @a-treides @nowandthane @josephslittledeputy @memaidraws @poetikat @ruvviks @wrathfulrook @galaxycunt @fourlittleseedlings @nonfunctioning-queer @voidika @captastra @confidentandgood @deputyash @blissfulalchemist @shellibisshe @strafethesesinners @shallow-gravy @direwombat @jackiesarch @firstaidspray @socially-awkward-skeleton @afarcryfrommymain @8bitpizzacoupons @strangefable @ladyoriza @clicheantagonist @cassietrn @stacispratt @mccarthycormac @afarcry5fromstraight @orionlancasterr @omen-speaker @risingsh0t @thefathersbride @simplegenius042 @voidbuggg @thedeadthree + uquiz opt in here:3

[catwouthats]

I wanna talk about Conner Kent projecting all of his issues, insecurities, and fears on to Bart Allen really quick

But I’m too tired so maybe another time

[glitterghast]

People in Hollywood don’t have body hair, so drawing Robin with hairy legs is disrespectful to the actress. End of story.

i wish i had the confidence to be this stupid