#but you'll be running away with ugly pasta

[thedustyleaves]

Kay I finally put together a proper commission post, hah! Please provide me with visual references of your characters, and a small description (3-4 lines) of their personality and if you have any ideas for the drawing itself, and send it to thedustyleaves@gmail.com.

It's private use only and I hold the rights to the pieces. It can't be used commercially, but if you want to use it for stuff like twitch streams etc and you're a casual streamer, just let me know and we can figure something out!

I reserve the right to decline your request if it’s something I’m not comfortable with, or if I know I won’t be able to do a good job, even if it’s not on the do-and-don’t list :) 

[kaialawson]

hello everyone! i'm linny (he/him, 26, est) and i'll be playing kaia here, as well as @teddysmusings! i'm a little tardy to the party, but i'm here and i'm super excited to get to get to know everyone and their muses. underneath the cut you'll find all of kaia's background information, stats, and some connection ideas! if you're interested in plotting, just drop a like and i'll shoot you a message!

B A S I C S 

full name: kaia lawson. nicknames: tbd. gender:  cis woman. pronouns:  she/her. sexuality:  pansexual. age:  28 date of birth:  june 1st, 1995. zodiac sign:  gemini. birthplace: the bronx, new york. current location: jongno, seoul, south korea. residence:  high rise penthouse. occupation:  former singer-songwriter / current vocal coach. languages spoken: english, korean.

A P P E A R A N C E

faceclaim:  ryan destiny height:  5’5. build:  lean and toned. eyes:  brown. hair:  naturally dark brunette. piercings:  standard earlobe piercings.  tattoos:  a cherry blossom branch running along her forearm and wrist. other distinguishing features:  smile. style:  trendy, appears to be casual but is usually found wearing designer.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

traits:  (+) intelligent, honest, determined, dedicated , loyal. (-) picky, temperamental, bitter, easily angered , unforgiving.  mental health:  anxiety; medicated. depression; medicated physical health:  good. likes:  music, video games, spicy foods, bratz dolls, live concerts, wine, smoking marijuana.  dislikes:  being antagonized, people who don't respect boundaries, avocados, crowded spaces, groups of people that take up the whole sidewalk, being forced to introduce herself, being in the spotlight, being lied to, being told what to do, mint chocolate chip ice cream.  fears:  losing her autonomy.  phobias:  snakes. hobbies:  singing, teaching other people how to sing, crocheting, reading. skills: crocheting, singing, songwriting, jumping rope / double dutch, computer savvy. quirks:  cracking her knuckles when irritated, avoiding eye contact when feeling shy or nervous, rolling her eyes.

F A V O R I T E S

ice cream flavour:  cookies & cream.  time of the day / night:  late night.  weather:  summer weather.  breakfast food:  waffles, cereal, yogurt.  dinner food:  jerk chicken, beef patties, pasta, rice. colours:  lots of darker, muted colors.  music: nola adé, adele, fka twigs, kehlani, lady gaga, solange, yebba, paramore, hozier, ed sheeran, nirvana, beyoncé, megan thee stallion, sza, samara joy, flo milli, kendrick lamar. 

M I S C E L A N E O U S

a cherished item:  her maternal grandmother's locket. first love ( celeb crush ):  rider strong, circa boy meets world / ciara usual mood:  neutral. 1 thing they want to do / experience before they die:  visit her father's grave. 

B I O

childhood & adolescence: kaia grew up with a single mother in the bronx. her father, whom her mother didn't really speak about often, passed away just months before she was born. from a young age, it was quite difficult for her to deal with the fact that she grew up without a dad. she absolutely adored her mother, but being teased by other children for not having both parents in her life caused her a lot of inner turmoil. it didn't help that she was a rather awkward looking child - as most people go through their ugly duckling stages. despite being a shy, introverted girl, kaia had a very short tempered fuse - a trait that she inherited from her mother. her peers assumed that her quiet demeanor would make her an easy target for bullying, but she quickly proved them wrong after getting into a scuffle here and there; scuffles where she primarily came out on top.

her mother, tired of being called to her school for her fighting bullies, decided that she needed to redirect her short fuse into another avenue; which was when she introduced a ten year old kaia to music. her mother was an amateur musician in her youth, but retired and laid her music dreams to rest when she got pregnant with kaia. it became quite obvious that the music gene was passed onto her, because she took to it like a fish takes to water and fell in love with the art of music.

by the time she was fifteen years old, kaia had somehow landed herself a record deal and was placed in the lineup of america's next big girl group - KYC; the acronym standing for kaia, yolanda and carrie. three young girls with big voices. they took the country, and the world, by storm and became pop-r&b sensations by the time kaia was eighteen years old. and if she were being honest, she couldn't deny the fact that she loved it. she loved the fame and fortune that came along with being a singer, and she knew that the feeling would never die down or go away.

early & mid twenties: KYC lasted for five years before the trio decided to part ways in order to pursue their own artistic avenues. yolanda became a producer and did behind the scenes work. carrie became an actress. and kaia? she continued on the music path, debuting as a soloist and pushing her fame to the next level. awards, accolades and other accomplishments began swarming in, and for quite some time she loved it. she loved performing, giving her all to music and pleasing her fans as well as the general public. that is until she began to realize what a toll it was taking on her mental health and psyche. always being followed, never having a moment to herself, always having to live up to everyone's expectations. it was tiring and mentally draining. by the time she was twenty five and released her fifth solo album (her label had been working her like a dog, pushing her to release something at least once a year), she was done. she didn't want the fame anymore. she had experienced it, basked in it, and was over it. ten years of being in the spotlight was more than enough for her. she released her sixth album, her farewell album, on her twenty sixth birthday and hasn't looked back since.

current day: kaia has been living in south korea for two years now. after moving to the country for a change of scenery and to be closer to her cousin, tasha, kaia's been happier, healthier and calmer. gone are her anxiety attacks and worries of public scrutiny. while she still does get a little attention here and there, as well as occasionally being photographed or asked for a selfie or autograph by fans who recognize her, she's living a rather quiet and unassuming life in south korea. she's landed a job as the head vocal coach at canvas labs and enjoys her work there. although she can be a bit of a hard ass and very tough on the idols when it comes to their vocal training, it's only because she takes singing very seriously and wants them to be the best that they can be - and she doesn't want their poor vocal skills to reflect badly on her.

C O N N E C T I O N S

ex ( multiple ): kaia has had a few significant others in her life; some of them she parted with on friendly terms, others not so friendly.

fwb ( multiple ): self explanatory.

true friends ( multiple ): people that are actually friends with kaia because of who she is, not who she used to be.

music mentee: this person is interested in picking up a few music lessons and vocal coaching, and kaia can't help but give them a helping hand.

best friend / platonic soulmate: self explanatory.

gaming buddy ( multiple ): self explanatory.

sense of calm: one of the few people that can calm kaia down when her short fuse explodes.

sibling figure: kaia has taken this person under their wing as a younger sibling of sorts. she dotes on them, fusses over them and overall just babies them.

instigator: this person loves to push kaia's buttons until she bites back, because they love seeing how feisty she gets.

note: if you can't find anything to your liking here, we can always brainstorm!

[starryqueen-18]

The Paper Red Riding Plumber (parody of the little red riding hood)

Once upon a Pasta in a beautiful forest far away, there once was a Paper Red Riding Hood Named Mario. His brother Luigi told Mario that the Princess is sick with a cold, so Mario set out on the journey to deliver the food his brother prepared to Princess Peach, hopefully the scent and taste of Luigi's finest snacks and goodies can heal the paper princess's illness.

Mario happily skipping along the path while humming to red streamer theme when suddenly a rustle was heard in the bushes.

Mario: oh, hello?

The bush rustling stopped after a wolfy like turtle jumped out of the bush, it looked like it's some sort of huge turtle with flamey majestic hair,

Bowser: HA, Why thank you female narrator.

what? no I was talking about that cute turtle I just saw on the internet, your completely ugly Bowser, no wonder why Peach never loves you.

Mario: *snickers*

Bowser: HEY I FIND THAT VERY INSULTING!!!!!!

And where did you get the wolf costume from, shopping online?

Mario: *laughing*

Bowser: GRRRR IT'S MUSHZOOM! ugh whatever *to mario* hey little one where are you off to?

Mario: hi Mr. Wolf, I'm going to deliver these treats for Princess peach, she's not feeling well.

Bowser: oh not feeling well? oh the poor princess, where is she?

Mario: she's at a mansion in the forest.

Bowser: wait, the princess own a mansion in the forest?

Mario: *nods* it's just across the river and to the right, you'll see a parking lot where she parks her car.

Bowser: WHAT?! A PARKING LOT? I thought this is supposed to be a fairytale.

Hey man! not all fairytales don't have to be the same you know!

Bowser: feh!

Mario: well I gotta go, bye bye Mr. wolf *runs off*

Bowser: *quiet evil chuckle* sweet rich Princess here I come.

So mario skipped and hopped all the way on his cute little travel, happily cheery singing along without a single care, meanwhile Bowser was almost to the princess' location.

Bowser: this must be it *goes through the hedges* WHA?!

The mansion was huge, with a swimming pool complete with a water slide, A mall which is the size of an apartment and at last be not least, A PETTING ZOO!

Bowser: HOW RICH IS THIS PRINCESS, nevermind that, the princess is inside that mansion, it's shouldn't be no trouble.

After hours of room searching and room service later.

Bowser: *huff* *puff* finally this must be peach's room, time to give her a warm welcome.

Bowser opens the door with force, he sees the princess sleeping peacefully in her pink kawaii bed with cute stuffed kittens all around her.

Bowser: heh she's asleep, now to take her with me.

Now hold on "wolf turtle" you can't take the princess with you, you have to put the princess in the closet.

Bowser: UGH can't I just take her to the castle with me?!

NO!

Bowser: how about the Clown car?

Stop ruining the story!

Bowser: this isn't even a story!!!

Peach: *about to wake up*

Bowser: O_O oh poop

Peach: *sees bowser and screams* Wolf! *beats bowser with a bat*

Bowser: OW OW OW WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT BAT FROM

Meanwhile Mario made it to the Princess's mansion and knocked on the door.

Bowser: oh snap! *grabs peach and put her in the closet* great now what? *idea*

And so Bowser went to the dressing room and disguised himself as the princess, my, such wonderful beauty.

Bowser: why thank you *blushes*

I was talking about the dresses I'm looking at online, you're still hideous.

Bowser: HEY! *grumbles*

Mario: Princess are you here? I got some delicious goodies for you.

Bowser: *peaches voice* why yes, I'm here mario, come on in.

The Paper Plumber went inside the mansion, took off his shoes and wander around the mansion to look for the princess.

Meanwhile

Bowser: *giggling*

ugh even your voice needs some speech lessons.

Bowser: SHUT UP!!

Mario finally found the princess's room, as he comes in he saw the princess but something's wrong.

Mario: princess, are you ok?

Bowser: yes I'm alright dear child.

Mario: my princess, what big eyes you have.

Bowser: uh, to better to see you with, dear.

Mario: my oh my, what big nose you have.

Bowser: oh, the better to smell you with.

Mario: Mama Mia princess, what a hideous face you have.

I know right.

Bowser: ALRIGHT THAT'S IT! *removes the disguise* I FIND THAT VERY OFFENSIVE!!!!

Mario: *gasps* Mr. Wolf!

Bowser: it's Bowser-

AH AH AH!!! don't break the story.

Bowser: you already broke the story.

HUSH!

Mario: what have you done with the princess?!

Bowser: heh heh she's no where to be found little one, you'll never find her.

She's in the closet.

Bowser: SNITCH!!!!!

hey, I saw what you did bowser.

Mario: *goes to the closet and opens the door and sees the princess*

Peach: Mario!

Mario: Princess!

Bowser: not so fast *breathes fire*

Mario quickly grabs the princess and ran from the room, Bowser chased after them all the way the halls until they made it outside the mansion, the two were cornered nowhere to run, Bowser was about to attack them, but before he could, a cop toad came by and arrested the wolfy turtle.

Bowser: Huh?! Wha the?

Toad cop: sir, you're under arrest.

Bowser: Arrest?! What for?!

Toad cop: for attacking these innocent people.

Bowser: oh come on, I'm innocent!

You literlaly tried to kidnapped the princess.

Bowser: Nononoono- don't listen to her she's the one who told me to do it.

believe me officer I'm just a female narrator I have no idea what he's talking about.

Bowser: She's lying!

Toad: welp, the narrators never lie *grabs Bowser*

Bowser: grrr I'll get you my Peachy and you little dog too!

Peach: I don't have a dog!

Wrong Story Koopy Wolf!

Bowser: SHUT UP!!!!

And after that Bowser was arrested, Mario delivered the goodies to the princess and after that, the princess has been healed from the illness and now they celebrate with a relaxing luxury royal resort at the Princess's Mansion.

The End.....until next fairytale story

Don't Be Downie! Stay Kawaiiii!!!

I wrote this story on paper Mario amino, and there's more stories like this where that came from! >w<

[h0rr0rsaxo]

[ Weirdo - Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Fang realizes that literally nobody likes her..

CONTENT WARNINGS; Fang...(aka Saturn) gets bullied heavily in this. She literally has no friends..lmao, angst.

~...~

TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict @localfanboyofcheese

WORD COUNT; 4,064

"Seriously…is every person just obsessed with Nightmare at this point?"

Fang peaked at the demonic-woman who had been nearly concealed with the men crowding her, she hadn't even seem to be enjoying the massive amounts of attention she drew to herself unfortunately. One boy in particular in the crowd, Toby, was the one man she had a massive crush on ever since she had got here. 

Ever chance she got, she would try to strike up a conversation with him, but he always seemed irritated or shot her down immediately. It's not like she could talk to him anyway, her massive crush on the killer prevented her from even forming an actual sentence, and Lyon often tormented her with this fact, but Fang denied it with her entire being. The moment Toby almost caught her staring through the crowd, she quickly hid behind the wall and she held her breath to prevent anyone from hearing her. 

When he eventually turned his head back to focus on the current situation, Fang couldn't help but peek her head over to look at him again as her cheeks coated with a reddish hue, pushing herself off the wall and spinning on her heel to escape before he had the chance to see her watching him, running away with her cheeks burning with the force of a thousand-suns

"Well, too start, Nightmare is hot. And you…well you're ugly." 

The demonic being inside of her started. This creature in particular, named Pestis, had invested the entirety body like a parasitic leech, she had met the demon while she had innocently been walkin through a park, and ever since it started to feed on her. In exchange for power, and knowledge of the paranormal. He had been her only friend, and her first one in seven years. 

"Someone like Nightmare is powerful, and everyone can't help but admire her. But you? You're weak as fuck without me.. which nobody is blaming you, you're a human."

A popped vein appeared on Fang's face.

"You have some major issues…like you shouldn't be suprised that most people don't even know you exist.."

Another one appeared. He really liked to get on her nerves, didn’t he, the little shit? 

"Like I mean nobody. The people here overlook you so much it's kinda funny…but also sad you'll never be as great as Addict or Nightmare." 

And yet another vein appeared. That was her limit. This little shit didn’t know when to stop provoking people, did he?

"I'm stating nothing but facts. It's not even insults at this point, like everything I'm saying is completely true."

To describe herself as ‘annoyed’ would make the world’s biggest understatement. Fang had really lost her nuts. His cunning know-it-all voice and those insults had made her lose it. He seemed too triumphal for her liking, which spurred on her verbal abuse like oil to a flame. This was the day bitches died.

"PESTIS! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Fang fell to the ground, as she then proceeded to wrestle herself, in order to try and beat the shit out of the demon invading her body, she looked utterly insane. She rolled around, sliding all over the place and sending curses splashing out at the demon who plagued her body. Famg lost track of time and it seemed like forever that she was throwing herself around, trying to desperately beat the shit of Pestis.

Fang hadn't realized the crowd around Nightmare had then multiplied with more of killers, and everyone had been silently watching her and judging. It felt like daggers had been implanted into her skin, as all the eyes of proxies, and pastas laughter started to drown out her thoughts. It felt like highschool all over again. Even the person she adored the most, stood the closest to her as his face was churned in second-hand embarrassment.

"You look like a fucking idiot right now.."

As most of them finally turned to leave, Fang took a minute to catch her breath, before slowly sitting up. Her hair and clothes had been tarnished from blood stains, and leaves from when she just hit the ground, she looked like a mess. However, this was an opportunity to talk to Toby, and she took it. 

"I'm so sorry about that—" Fang reached her hands towards her long hair, plucking out the leaves and dirt that gathered in her tangled red hair. "I swear I'm not crazy, I was just— fighting this demon who possesses my body. Anyways that doesn't matter. Hi! I'm Fang and—" She held out her hand to Toby,

"D-d-don't f-f-fucking talk to me." He instantly rejected her attempt, looking back at Fang with annoyance. Toby huffed to himself, rolling his eyes at her approach. Fang looked back at him, seeing a dark look on his face as he locked eyes with her once again, "F-f-fuckin w-w-weirdo.." his tone was laced with utter disgust. 

Fang's skin seemed to get paler, with dark circles from under her eyes, the rare sight of tears threatening to fall as she did her best to let them slip to her cheeks. She wiped the momentarily tears brimming her eyes, and sniffed a little as she attempted to collect herself. 

She didn't belong here.

[jaefmin]

Treat you better | N.Jm

Treat you better - Na Jaemin

↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ Synopsis: It's your stupid, ugly and imperfect body that's giving up right before attending an important meeting with your boss. This could give you a promotion, but your body's in a state to just lay in bed all day. Will you be able to get to the meeting?

↳ WC: 2.7k

Header made by: @vantaengelic Go follow my baby rn!!

↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ Synopsis: It's your stupid, ugly and imperfect body that's giving up right before attending an important meeting with your boss. This could give you a promotion, but your body's in a state to just lay in bed all day. Will you be able to get to the meeting?

↳ WC: 2.7k

Ajdjksj- why dId I mAkE tHe syNoPsIs sO cLIcHé

@intokook 🙃🙃

As soon as you're about to pass out from exhaustion, someone knocks at your room's door. Not now. Please. You're barely left with the energy to open your eyes. Your eyelids feel heavy, but soon lift up wide awake when the person enters your room. Those usual creaky sounds of the doors reach your ears only to make you quiver, and, you're blessed with a sight of a pale faced man, hair neatly arranged on his face with a worried expression. Your eyes fall on the man's outfit, a pair of cargos, with a black shirt covering his torso. His facial features seem pleasuring- beautiful orbs with round specs, muscular hands, and beautiful tattoos on them. You immediately recognize the man by his tattoos, and he seems to recognize you too. His appearance disgusts you now that you've realized him. But it's too late to analyze and hate the man in front of you more deeply. Before knowing anything more, you fall asleep.

You feel a hard splash on your face, and in seconds, and you're wide awake. A chill runs down your spine and you begged for the person to have thrown warm water on you. Your eyes witness a standing Jaemin, with a mug of water in his hands. His tattoos attract your eyes towards them, and you can't help but stare at them. "So this is how long it takes to wake you up? I've been shaking you for the past half hour and you are like some big old chimpanzee that doesn't feel anything when an ant's trying to move it." Jaemin baffles. "Hey!" You stammer "Anyways, why are you here?" You ask back. It was oddly strange of Jaemin to be here. "Some man called Jaehyun sent me here. I'm originally taking care of old sick people in an old-age home, but Jaehyun told me about your situation. Trust me, I didn't expect it to be you." Jaemin explained in a high tone. He paused a bit after a comeback again. "And If your condition's hell, then didn't you think of paying the doctor a visit?" His tone seemed like he was sick because of you, and he was criticizing you for even breathing. "That's not how you talk to a sick person." You stood up in your defense "Yeah yeah. 'Sweetie, would you like to visit the doctor? 'Cause I really think we should go there.'" Jaemin mocked you, and you could really see the same young, frustrated Jaemin in him. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"

Jaemin made sure you were seated properly in the car. He drove the seatbelt around you and continued to the driver's seat. He turned on the heater, and asked "So, what's wrong? When did you get your fever?" His tone seemed to have calmed a little bit. "Yesterday night. I had a headache, the night was full of surprises every hour." You replied to him in a voice low pitched. "Don't worry we'll get you all fine. And Jaehyun told me that you had a really important meeting... Or something like that? Would you like to tell me more about it?" Jaemin asked. "Oh yeah, there's a personal meet my boss wants to host with me. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have exaggerated it, only if it wasn't in Vegas." You ended with a sad tone, knowing that you'll never make it in there. And losing your job... for another season of hunger games until you get the next one. You sighed. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll take you there." Jaemin boldly let out.

"No need to worry Y/N. You're absolutely fine. It's just a viral. All those bacteria are kinda fighting inside your tummy, and you've gotta let the good one win and then bam! Y/N's all back!" Jaemin exclaimed. "Which one's the good one?" You ask him only to have been receiving a weird reply from him. At first, he stammered a bit, and then let out. "Not like you're gonna go and dance with pom-poms inside your tummy to cheer them up. Do you even know how much Jaehyun exaggerated it?" He immediately changed the subject. He kept on talking, and indistinct sounds entered in your ears as you were in your own world, lost, thinking something. Although a smile did appear on your face upon hearing Jaehyun's name, and how he'd taken care of you. He was the best colleague ever, and you had your own little crush on him.

"J-Jaemin?"

"Yes?"

"I really need to clean up my bedroom. You've witnessed how soiled it is. Would you mind doing that for me?"

"While you will...?"

"...Watch the telly?"

......

"Alright, JUST because you're sick. Keep in mind I don't really be so kind to people like you. I hate those years when you're in your twenties. A big judgmental couch potato stuck to your screen."

"Well, you are in your twenties?" You replied after calculating a bit. "Not for long." Jaemin replied. "A decade passes like this." He snapped his fingers to indicate how the years pass, and you seemed to be fascinated with his answers. You knew the old Jaemin, the one that used to bully you in high school, but this one seems interesting. Feels like he's gotten over the series of unfortunate events that you both went across. His aura was different. The kind that would make you jump into his personality's fathomless ocean, and plunge into it. Somehow, he made you feel like he had changed a bit, but at the same time likewise the old Jaemin. The days you spent together, the fights both of you had, all those memories kept haunting you. You never forgot what he meant to you. "Earth to Y/N?" Jaemin snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back at the tattooed man. "I'm not going to clean up your room." "What?!?! Why?!?" You stood and stared at the air, thinking what happened to your voice. It got harder, huskier, a sense of cough in it. Before you knew it, you were coughing your lungs out like crazy, and that just made Jaemin panic. He started going around in circles, and you immediately asked him to bring water because you knew he wasn't going to do that on his own. "Alright, shh calm down. Relax. Here's your pill. Have it and take rest." Jaemin shortly laid you on the bed after that. His face was on top of yours, and he was about to get your medicines to you, when you felt it coming. You were about to cough. You were trying your best to control it, but Jaemin wouldn't stop lecturing you on relaxing.

Bam.

"UGH!! GROSS Y/N!!!!!!" Jaemin's face was a masterpiece from down where you were looking from. After a couple- err well a lot of 'ewws', 'ughs', 'you're so damn gross' , 'who would want to even take care of you', he finally calmed down.

"What kind of person coughs on the face of their own caretakers?" Jaemin asked after wiping his face for the tenth time. "Face-cougher." You were all giggly and jolly before hearing that name. "Excuse me?" You said. "What's wrong, Face-cougher?" You did not like the new nickname. "You did not call me that." "Yes I just did, face-cougher." Jaemin replies and you are not staying quiet in this. "Y/N is a face-cougher!! Face-cougher!!" Jaemin started teasing and that's all you were taking.

Another bam.

And it isn't good this time too.

This time, you landed right on Jaemin. He put the couch cushions for his defense, but the anger inside you told you to throw the cushion and throttle him right away. And you decided to do that. Of course, not the whole 'throttling' part. He was quick enough to find another good defense. This one was a vessel, the one he decided to cook pasta for you in, but that never progressed further more than deciding. So, physically preparing yourself, you grabbed the spatula and dashed towards Jeno. A thought tingled inside you and you tried to push it away, but it forced you to look at it.

You're sick, Y/N.

You almost forgot about that. Your body was filled with a wave of energy to fight back. This thought didn't last too long, and not before you're outta the dreamy world and back at Jaemin. You were right above him right now. Jaemin immediately used his defense, the closed side facing towards you. You hit the vessel making a loud noise, and it sort of felt that you were getting your panic attack again. It hadn't been a long time since you knew that your spatula wouldn't last against his vessel and now you didn't even have the time to go and change again. He took the advantage of your a-bit-too-late-realization and pounced over you. "Damn it! Is this how girls are when they're sick?!?! Oh pity those male doctors!!" It was kinda weird to hear these things from a guy's mouth, but you knew what an anti-girl person Jaemin was. It reminded you of your colleague Jungkook, who had the same behavior towards girls. Jaemin's arm slipped over, and he landed right on you. There was a worried expression on his face, to get close to you again, a fear of whether you might 'bam' him or not again. He immediately held you for support, but your body was doing nothing other than feeling weak- no mood to stay strong, so you got pulled away with Jaemin. He landed on ground with his back facing it, and had you in a such a position that his body was pressed against yours. Jaemin's face was centimeters apart from yours, and it reminded you of this days when he used to hold you this close. You both stayed still in the moment, processing what just happened. He waited a while, before he stretched out his hand to cup your face. He stroked your skin with his soft hands, a feeling of shiver running down your spine. "Everything's still the same, Y/N." Jaemin muttered. "I'll be here."

"Alright, have this, you'll be fine within half an hour." Jaemin gave you a huge tablet. "Are you sure?" You asked, nervousness filling you up. "Yes, the doctor's prescribed it.'' After having the medicine, you had a nice sleep while He cleaned up your room, and you woke up around six. "Morning, sleeping beauty." Jaemin's voice was heard across the room. Its like he knew that you were going to wake up right at this moment. Freaky how he does that.

Does he have to get back the flirting mode on? You rub your eyes, and try to get up, but due to the weakness inside, you fall back. Jaemin immediately notices and rushes towards you. "Does the medicine make you feel any better?" He asks, a caring tone occupying his voice. He puts his hand under your waist and tries to get you up, the bridal style. "What are you doing!? Move!" You shove his hand away, a stiffness taking shield over your body. "What? I was helping you get up." You saw the innocence in his voice and calmed down a bit. "It's alright, I can handle that."

He gives you a perplexed look and turns to the soft toy in his hand. "Alright, but I must admit, you have a great soft toy collection." Jaemin faces you again, this time with puppy eyes.

"NO. You're not going anywhere with Dolphie. Keep it back."

He turns towards the shelf while mumbling something to himself.

...

"HEY! I'M NOT A MEANIE!"

Jaemin left the dolphin on the shelf and your eyes were forced to shift their gaze towards the whole room. It was way cleaner than you could ever keep it. Everything was finally clean, not dust-coated as it used to stay. Your study table attracted your attention- looking brand new, as if it were just made yesterday. Jaemin must have some experience of helping old age people with their stuff back at his old house. "Wow. It's... pretty." You complimented his efforts. He smiles to you and lays over your bed. "You have pretty great stuff."

"I liked your journal the best."

You felt like throwing yourself outside the window. Or, it might be great to take him in too so he doesn't go around telling everybody about your crushes. "Literally, Y/N," You weren't prepared for what's next. What's he going to reveal? The time you crushed on your math teacher? Or when you imagined a boy naked? But what came out was way worse than all of the book.

"You had a wet dream with me?"

Oh no. Out of all of it this one was what he asked? The tension on your face rose up, blood rushing up to your cheeks. He looked at you and smirked. "Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I've read all of it." You couldn't handle a second before you smashed a pillow right at him. He took it by surprise, and actually got hit by the pillows. "Do girls hit people when they're shy?"

Crackhead.

A thought rose up in your mind. "Yes. They do. And if you get them too shy they might even stab you." Jaemin mocked a scared look on his face and then went, "Heh. You and your stupid girl jokes." You quickly needed something against him... a secret, maybe. You try to recall something embarrassing that he told you, and it strikes faster than you thought.

"I think you might die."

Jaemin's face was left expressionless, "Oh, all because I read your journal and now you're gonna stab me?"

"Close, but not exact."

Before you could tell him the exact reason why he might die, he pulls out a pink book, and turns out, it's nothing but your journal.

"Y/N-" Before any word could come out of that beautiful mouth of this crackhead, you reach out to grab the book from his hands. It seems like he doesn't even want to try, and you have the book in your hands within a flash.

You keep the book with you, hugging it as tight as possible, so that even if he tries to make a grab at it, he would fail. He lays down on your bed, the body-fit shirt hugging him tight. It seemed like his mood had completely changed. He chuckles, "You're still the same, you know? Nothing has changed." He held out your hand. Was he trying to change the topic?

You try to indulge into the conversation, asking "How? Everything has changed over the last decade."

Jaemin had changed completely, and that fact made you think that he would feel the same towards you. You saw a sense of maturity, more of responsibility in him. Ever since both of you separated, it had been hard to move on, every day and night spent in grief. But as usual, life strung the both of you along with it, and you both followed. You suddenly had flashbacks, that night in the club, the pool party... you immediately shook your head, wanting to forget all of the embarrassing moments of your life.

"Y/N, You know that the meeting's tomorrow, right?" Jaemin's face grew serious. "Do you have any idea how you're going to manage?" There was a tone of worriedness in his words. "C'mon! I almost became your wrestle buddy! I can handle it!! I'll just gulp down some of my medicines, and I'll be okay." Your conditions were streets ahead after you got some sleep. Everything felt finer, specially when you woke up to the perfect sight of the room you never had. You played with Jaemin's fingers and then reached out for his arms. You assured him, "Everything's going to be fine, only if I can control myself for puking on you." Not being able to control yourself, you giggled at Jaemin's widened eyes.

"I'm going to wear plastic on me then." You burst out into fits of laughter, "Like JYP?" Jaemin smiled upon you, "Yes."

After all of this, you were sure the trip would be fun, and you probably won't upload the next season of hunger games.