#don't mind me I'm just taking a minor character and picking apart every detail I can find

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

I think it’s very interesting, as I kinda mentioned in my last post, that Changeling seems to be much older than his AU counterparts.  When we seem him as Changeling and once out of uniform, he seems to be at least Xavier’s age or older:

TAS series Morph sometimes looks older:

Probably because they were modeled off Changeling, but the animation isn’t consistent, and they sometimes look younger:

TAS Morph’s voice and overall personality also seem younger, and Wolverine calls them “kid” a couple of times, so I generally assume that they are supposed to be somewhere vaguely in their twenties like most of the other adult X-Men. 

AoA Morph doesn’t have a clear age, although the characters acknowledge that he was previously Changeling.  And Exiles Morph gets his age retconned all the way back to being a teenager alongside the New Mutants:

Given that we have AU’s where Avalanche and Toad are teenagers named Lance Alvers and Todd Tolensky, and we have a hilariously young Sebastian Shaw in the X-Campus universe, it’s not unheard of for alternate universe counterparts to have wildly different ages.  616 Changeling might just be the Kevin Sidney whose parents had him earlier. 

But I have a kind of wild idea (not even really a headcanon), that maybe Changeling was, like the original idea for Mr. Sinister, a young shape-shifter pretending to be much older.  Like he was playing-acting as a super-villain.  It would also explain why he turned heroic so quickly, if he was basically a teenager going through a villain phase.  Changeling put on a goofy purple helmet and joined a terrorist group the same way other teens listen to MCR and put on lots of eyeliner.  It would also be completely on-brand for Xavier to read all that in Changeling’s mind, and be like, “Well, we don’t have time to unpack all that.  Get in the chair and pretend to be me, I’ll be in the basement.” 

[to-star-lake]

one & only

sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader { you're sanzu's one and only. }

18+ minors dni | murder, drug use, dark themes, rough sex, choking, toxic relationship, character death, bonten sanzu

a/n: sanzu's name { 三途 } is written the same as 三途の川 { sanzu-no-kawa, “river of three crossings” or “sanzu river” } which is the japanese buddhist version of the river styx.

sanzu doesn't call you his girlfriend. he'd never use such pedestrian language to describe what you are to him. soulmate is closer. but still, to take everything he felt about you and edit it down to a single word? it wouldn't be possible.

the best he could describe it is perhaps that you were made for him.

the day mikey introduced you to the other executives as bonten's newest advisor, sanzu stood in the back of the room, unconsciously biting his lip as he stared at your clean and crisp white tee shirt, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks. your perfect skin. your shiny hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. your delicate hands. and the sharp glisten of your eyes. you looked so sincere.

a top scholar and graduate of the national university. your parents had been foreign diplomats. you spoke five languages. all this brilliance packaged neatly behind such a pretty face. oh, you were so perfect. so pristine. i'll make you regret playing with monsters, little princess. sanzu thought he couldn't wait to break you.

it didn't take him long to realize how wrong he was.

he'd stare at your hands, the ones he thought were so delicate, as they beat mercilessly into the skull of a traitor that lay limp beneath you. being a bonten advisor meant you never needed to get your hands dirty. but you didn't mind. and sanzu felt a trickling heat of excitement shimmy up his spine watching the blood splatter across your perfect skin, staining your clean shirt.

he'd listen in awe in the war room as your fingertips traced gracefully over blueprints of the city, and you'd describe plans for a new building downtown. a new shell business to run money through. a merger with a smaller, weaker gang simply as a means to procure disposable foot soldiers for mikey.

on one particular night, he'd sat back and watched you, transfixed, as he pulled the car up beside a dark tinted suv at a stoplight on a deserted street on the outskirts of shinjuku. you'd pointed your gun out the open window, so fast and precise on the trigger, taking out all the passengers in the car. he would've missed the shots with a single blink.

he couldn't recall all the details of the rest of that night. but he woke to find you in his bed the next morning, your naked body tucked comfortably under his sheets beside him.

his head pounded and he tried to remember what happened but all that he could recall were a series of blurred images. of the two of you leaving the war room together after receiving orders from mikey to take out the heads of a rival gang. a vision of your bare thighs, exposed under a short, plaid skirt as you sat in his passenger seat, and the quiet rattle as you attached a silencer to the end of your gun.

he remembered the sound of indistinct chatter and an image of you sitting across from him in a dimly lit restaurant. a vague recollection of a bottle of scotch, of him staring at himself in the restaurant's bathroom mirror as he wiped some white residue from his upper lip. of you, bent over the sink with a straw in your nose. a blurred reel of your legs wrapped around his waist, of him pushing you up against the mirror so hard the glass cracked and you moaned into his open mouth. you sounded as sweet as you tasted.

in the grey winter light here in his bed, he looked at the blotches of blue and purple bruises that lined your neck and chest. at the edge of your perfect lips, a little swollen and the skin a little cracked. at the indentation of teeth marks on your shoulder, red with coagulated blood under the surface.

your eyes fluttered open and for a moment he was afraid. afraid that the cold light of day would be too harsh for you. afraid that all that was mystifying and beautiful in the night would be destroyed by the light. afraid you would leave.

but you'd looked into his eyes for a moment, and your lashes fell closed and you'd snuggled into his side, languidly dragging your arm across his chest.

let's sleep a little more, my head hurts and we still have at least another hour before we have to go meet the others.

oh, your voice sounded so sweet, still raspy with sleep, a lullaby to his ears.

as bonten leaders, he knew a relationship with you was strictly forbidden. he knew what mikey would do if he or any of the others ever found out. and he knew you knew too.

but you simply shrugged your shoulders as you picked up your clothes that were scattered across the floor of his bedroom. like you knew what he was thinking, and said i'm not afraid of them. are you?

he'd laughed at himself then. just who was corrupting who? he wondered.

the time he had with you began to envelope his heart. and the love he felt for you; small, crackling embers at first, had grown into a fire so bright and wild and twisted it could not be extinguished.

you were his partner; his chosen one. he loved the way your knuckles looked when they were bruised and red; such a beautiful contrast against your delicate and soft skin. he loved the way your fingers graced the handle of your gun, the dead calm of your eyes when you pulled the trigger. he was intoxicated with the knowledge that you were watching every time he carried out his duty as executioner.

his infatuation with you burned in his chest when he'd glance up at you, standing in the distance, eyes fixed on him and you'd slowly drag the palm of your hand up your thigh; testing his willpower to not pin you to the ground and tear you apart right then and there in front of his men.

under the cover of darkness, the two of you came alive. going on sprees, speeding through the bright streets of tokyo, the lights around you a blurred spectral of color to your bloodshot, medicated eyes.

in the midnight hours, your bodies would be intertwined, and in your arms he found a sanctuary. your body was the most addicting drug of all. you made all the pain disappear.

the quiet hours of the early morning, when time teetered on the edge of night and day, he'd lay on your chest, and for just a little while, his world would fall quiet. the air around him felt still. he would be coming down from his high, and he could feel everything. but he didn't mind. these small hours of lucidity shone brilliantly in his mind. when he could hear your breathing. feel your heartbeat so vividly beneath your bones. smell the lingering and sweet scent of your skin on his.

he'd become so possessed by you, so possessive of you that one night when he had you laid out beneath him, your legs spread wide for him, and he thought you looked so beautiful like this. so perfect like this for him. your skin, slick with a layer of sweat, luminescent in the moonlight. your lips, parted and choking out shaky pleas for him, begging him not to stop.

he buried himself so deep inside you, nails clawing into your skin, so desperate to be one with you. and he thought no one, no one else would have you like this. he was so intoxicated by the medley of pills in his system, completely unhinged in the euphoria of being inside you, he'd reached for his gun on the nightstand and held it to your forehead, point blank between your eyes.

you didn't even flinch. he watched you knock the gun from his hands, and slide your fingers up his wrists, and pulled his hands to your neck, letting him wrap them around your throat. if you're gonna kill me, do it with your own hands, you'd said.

god, he loved you so much. he wanted you so much, he needed you so much. he'd closed his hands around your neck with the gentlest force and watched your eyes roll back.

say my name, he'd command. and when you did, he closed his hands more forcefully around your delicate neck so he could feel the vibration in your throat as you choked out his name over and over. you'd clenched down so tight around him and he came harder than he ever had, collapsing into you.

he'd slowly let go of you, chest heaving, and gently caress at the skin of your neck, red and starting to bruise.

y/n...if i died, would you die with me? he'd whisper into your skin.

mmh, yeah. you'd whisper back.

i don't want anyone else to have you. i want you to be mine forever. he'd kiss the corner of your lips.

he'd feel your fingers laced up into his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close.

what am i going to do with you...i might really kill you one of these days.

he'd lift his head to look at you. and your expression didn't change a bit. your eyes held the same resolve they always did, and you said, then i'll wait for you by the sanzu river.

this was what flashed through his mind when he walked into one of bonten's warehouses late one evening for a meeting of the executives, and he saw all of them standing in a circle around you, bound and tied, blood streaming from your hairline, your bruised body limp on the concrete.

he fell to his knees then, watching mikey shove the end of his gun against your temple.

did you think i wouldn't find out? mikey's thumb clicked down on the hammer.

he saw your eyes flutter open and find his. you smiled.

the muzzle flash was bright, and the shot rang through the dark, open space.

he stared at the blood pooling from the side of your head into the dust. he felt a single tear roll down his cheek. shit, am i really crying right now? he laughed at himself.

WHO ARE YOU LOYAL TO, SANZU?! mikey demanded.

i'll wait for you by the sanzu river. your words echoed in his mind.

mikey may have been his king. but you were the redeemer, his messiah, his salvation.

the choice was simple.

he pulled his own gun from its holster and held it up to his temple.

i'm on my way, love.

[thoughtfulpaperback]

CHARMED 03X09 REVIEW SPOILERS!!!!!

Am I the only one who thought that the breaking of Jordan's Curse was weak as heck? I'll go into further detail about why I didn't care much for it but I feel that it is the main reason I am giving this episode a 7/10. It was solid as far as entertainment goes, but it wasn't as exciting to me as some past episodes have been.

Anyways I guess I will continue on to the dislikes now.

DISLIKES

1) The end of Jordan's curse

Okay y'all, I get the poeticness of jordan being released from his curse by convincing a projection of Florence with his whole the past can't be changed and I am not going to be a violent person/I'm different. My whole issue with this is that the whole curse said you had to balance the scales of justice and that was kinda of exciting to think about how the show was going to go that route and what it might mean as far as tasks go.

This was a decidedly weak way to end a potentially exciting curse. Because the curse wasn't actually "broken" Jordan was released from it.

And on that note, I also have issues with that logic. So the spell was just a simple containment gone wrong because of Jordan's curse....so why was Florence real in it?. Like it is technically trapping then in thier heads in a way. You telling me that Florence's spirit just hangs around in Jordan's mind?

Well since the curse made the spell go haywire that's why Florence was there.....

Okay so this curse can bring back the dead in your mind?

Its magic its fine however they try to explain it. I just wish they'd (the writers) would put more effort into making it make sense in the show. Not in the Q&A section of thier social media pages/interviews.

I am honestly getting tired of having to be Sherlock Holmes all the time and me having to discuss and question on go back to previous episodes to figure out how what they did makes sense in canon. It's exhausting.

And listen, I know that people might see this as negativity, but in the spirit of the episodes message, am I saying it. The writing does not need to be exceptional, but it shouldn't be lazy.

The audience shouldn't have to put in all the work to figure out what's going on. It be one thing if we trying to solve a mystery or speculate on where the show is going , but in general solutions to problems should make sense and be connected to what you've already set up. They spent so much build up on the idea of this curse and the price of "balancing the scales of justice" to have the curse ended all in a simple spell gone wrong narrative. Again, if they felt it was the best to have Jordan released from his cure rather than "break it" thats cool but not in a containment spell gone wrong. I personally didn't need an action scene or anything, but maybe in a spell/plotline actually related directly to the curse. It just came off as an easy out for the writers.

2) Introducing Josefina as a possible recurring character.

Don't hate! I love Josefina as a character and would love to see more of her......but this plate is already full. I have felt it a lot this season, but felt it was a nit pick not worth mentioning because I didn't expect it to get worse, but I am just going to say it.

Every episode has like three or so storylines. And while I dont mind them when they are all equally interesting and feel not too split, I feel that sometimes its too seperate and dis jointed. Its too much time apart and not enough together time. The more character they have introduced the more they have split the stories and I just would prefer that we'd see more together time than separated.

That's kind of what I complained about season two. That it was too much of everyone doing thier own thing that it felt off.

Thats said all I mean is that either they need to figure out how to write in a less disjointed way or to drop some characters. Which would be sad since they have spent a lot of time in the two recurring characters (Jordan and Abby) they already have.

I dont know exactly where they are going with Josefina or if she is going to be as recurring as Jordan and abby or if its more like a few episodes or just one more.

I would like to see more, but I dont trust the writers.....I feel like I say that a lot and that's sad.

LIKES

1) issue of the episode: Exceptionality

I have nothing to say other than thank God someone said it. It's exhausting being pressured into being a "model minority".

2) Josefina

Love the idea of the character and getting to learn more about Marisol and her side of the family.

Also like the idea of witch training. We never actually got to see the PO3 Learn about magic and study magic all that much. Even on season 1 a big issue I had was that they never really put as much effort into showing how the ladies are going about learning and training to fight demons/evil. The training orb was a simple way to do so but we didn't get to see very much of it. It was all mostly assumed off screen.

3) Language issues

I like that they brought up (briefly) the whole language issue in the Latinx community. So I assume most of us know it but ill just go through it a bit.

There are many different voices in the community and there are some that believe that the language (Spanish and/or other native or native based jargon) are essential to the experience. Some go as far as to say you can't really consider yourself latinx if you dont speak Spanish.

Which is bonkers in my mind because (as in episode with Maggie) latinx people face similar issues based on thier appearance and last name whether or not they speak Spanish. There are many latinx people who do not speak Spanish and yet it is assumed they do.

No being raised in a Spanish speaking (or other native language) household does open you up to different experiences (language erasure, ESL school experiences, etc) those aren't soley latinx and shouldn't be a "admissions" requirement.

EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS

Macy letting Harry go to Abby alone (I am to be that secure that Abby aint gonna try it)

Maggie mad that Antonio swooped in because he speaks Spanish - that ain't his fault take notes.

Jordan-sorry-it-was-instinct-I-wanted-to-protect-you-Chase

Brujeria wasn't stigmatized until the colonizers

"Stay for that whiskey"

Scorpions

[starlit-serenade]

Dance With Me | Chapter 6

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 6: 2,483 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

Dongju did text you that next morning. You agreed to go shopping on Thursday, after your practice with Geonhak.

Thursday comes, and you arrive at practice early. It's about ten minutes before your scheduled practice, but you knock anyway, gently. The music inside pauses, and after a moment, the door is opened.

Geonhak stands before you in a white shirt and black torn jeans. His hair is pushed back, and he's wearing a pair of glasses. He looks handsome.

No, he doesn't. He looks absolutely normal.

You smile up at him.

"Come on in," he says, stepping back and holding the door open to let you inside. You set your stuff down on the side and sit down to stretch. Geonhak joins you in stretching, as usual.

"How was your appointment?" Geonhak asks. You blink, confused, before remembering that you'd told him you had an appointment on Tuesday, when really you had had a meeting with his members at his dorm to plan his secret birthday party.

"Oh, It was good," you say. "Just a check up." You think for a second. "Geonhak?"

"Hm?"

You want to ask him about what Dongju was saying, two nights ago as he walked you to your home. His words echo in your mind.

You should see him after he comes back to the dorms after practicing with you. Or even during our practices before practicing with you. He's always smiling like an idiot on your practice days.

How do you ask Geonhak about that, though? Hell, you don't know why you want to ask Geonhak about it so much. Perhaps because you want to hear it from Geonhak himself. You want to hear Geonhak talk about how he loves seeing you the way you love seeing him.

No. You don't. It's not like that.

You know, at this point, that you definitely have some feelings toward Geonhak. But it's just a crush. You can't allow it to become anything more than just a crush.

"Sorry. I forget what I was gonna say."

"Okay."

Geonhak stands up from stretching, and holds out his hand to you. You frown, confused, and he chuckles.

"Let's start practicing."

After hesitating, you take his hand and allow him to pull you to your feet. His palm is warm, and it takes a second for you to remove your hand from his.

You take your usual position in front of the mirror and Geonhak drifts over to the speaker to adjust the volume and turn the music on.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. You don't look like you're contemplating your own feelings for the past two, three days, right? You look absolutely normal.

You glance over at Geonhak behind you. He's bent over the table, typing something into his phone, trying to find the song. Does he look like he could possibly like you back?

The music turns on, tearing you from your thoughts. The notes at the beginning of Valkyrie start playing, before Geonhak pauses it. He smiles and looks up at you with a goofy, happy smile.

"Ready to start?" he asks. You nod, and he unpauses the song.

You try hard to ignore Geonhak watching you, both from behind, from where he leans against the wall, and in the mirror. Instead, you keep your eyes on your mirrored self. You focus on your hand movements, your legs, anything but Geonhak. Are your knees bent enough, or too much? Is your torso at the right angle? Are your hips facing the right way? Is Geonhak staring at you from the mirror?

You shake your head and focus back on your dancing.

When you sit down for a break, Geonhak sits down with you.

"So," you mutter, sipping from your water bottle. "I hear you've been practicing for your comeback after practices."

Geonhak looks up and frowns at you. "Who told you that?" he asks. You smile, and he already knows. "Dongju?"

"Yeah."

Geonhak laughs, looking away before looking back at you with his wide smile. "I would usually be practicing with the members during our practice times, but since I'm teaching you, I have to find extra time. So I come back after taking you home, and practice extra."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want you to get worried," he says. "I know you'd worry about whether or not I'm overworking myself. So I didn't tell you."

You nod. "Dongju also mentioned you've been coming early to prepare for our practices," you say.

"Oh, did he now? Did he say anything else?"

You think for a moment. Besides Dongju letting you know that you can't pretend you don't have feelings for Kim Geonhak, you can't remember him saying anything else.

You shake your head. "Nope."

"Alright." You look up at Geonhak. 

You continue practicing for another hour after your break's end. At some point, Geonhak leaves you to sit with his back against the wall for another break. You tell him he can go home if he wants. He insists on staying until you leave, and watches you as you dance.

"You really don't have to," you say during your second stretching break to cool off before starting up again. You don't want him to stay longer than he needs to.

"I want to, though," he insists.

"But you already had normal ONEUS practice today, didn't you? I don't want you to overwork yourself. If you want to finish up your extra comeback practice, you should go do that."

Geonhak shakes his head. "It's really okay, Y/N, don't worry. I'll practice after you go home."

You sigh, and nod. His insisting reminds you of when he took you to get ice cream and he insisted on paying for you both. You still haven't had the chance to pay him back, and you wait for that day.

After a while, he joins you again. You two dance together, and it's reached the point that you can barely tell the difference between yourself and Geonhak's dance unless you pay close attention to detail. Despite not being a professional dancer, you feel like a professional at this song.

He stops dancing again after a while, and monitors you instead as you practice the first verse, a part of the song you're less comfortable with.

"Watch your balance a bit more," he says as Youngjo's part of the rap plays. "Keep your body facing the front, even though your left arm is stretched out."

Your eyes meet his in the mirror, and he smiles gently at you. It's an innocent, simple smile, one that he's given you many times, but today, it causes your heart to beat.

"Are you okay?"

You nod and continue the dance. Clumsily. Geonhak notices and walks over.

"Can I help?" he asks, pausing the music just as Keonhee starts singing. You nod, and he walks over.

"At this part, you're gonna have your feet apart like this, and your left hand out to the side. Then turn your body outward, to the right. Remember to keep your torso bent down."

You copy his stance.

"Now when you get to the next part, I want you to have your feet pointing forward still, okay? Body up, arms lifted slowly up."

You lift your arms up and he smiles, standing ups straight and pacing around you to monitor your stance. His footsteps echo off of the walls of the room as he walks, arms crossed.

"Good, but bend your wrists a bit more." He stands in front of you and raises his hands gently. "Can I . . ."

You nod, and he smiles. His fingers wrap around your wrists gently, angling them correctly so your fingers are downward. His face is so close to yours, you can hear his breathing, almost as loud as your heart beating in your head.

His eyes drift slowly from your hands to your eyes. His fingers are warm on your skin. He's so close to you right now. His face is so close to yours.

Your eyes scan his face, just like his are scanning yours. His eyes, down to his lips. You've caught yourself wondering what it'd be like to kiss him, but back then it was just curiosity. But right now, it would be so easy to kiss him. What if . . .

You quickly tear your wrists from his hand and stumble backward.

"Sorry, I have to go," you manage to say. Your cheeks are feeling warm as you grab your bag.

"Y/N, wait."

You shake your head and walk as quickly as you can, pushing out of the room and down the hall. You don't even stop to change in the bathroom, and head straight out of the RBW building.

You need to go home.

You scold yourself as you run out of the RBW building and head toward your home. 

When ONEUS debuted, you swore that you wouldn't catch feelings for anyone in ONEUS or ONEWE, for so many reasons, despite the fact that RBW does not have a dating ban.

Reason one: you don't know if celebrity life is right for you. Being friends with ONEUS is one thing. You can come and go as you please. You aren't put in the spotlight. But dating is another. To date an idol is to become a more semi-permanent part of their life. Even if you aren't living with them, the fans will know you. And of course, not all fans are bad. But there are some, you know, that wouldn't like the idea of their idol dating.

Reason two: you don't want to distract the members from their jobs. Everyone you've met here through being friends with ONEUS and ONEWE works hard. Every member of every RBW group, including trainees, works their ass off to be an idol. You're already taking up Geonhak's time by asking him to teach you to dance. Imagine how distracting you'd be if you were dating.

You can't catch feelings for Kim Geonhak from ONEUS. For so many reasons

But the way he was looking at you. The feeling of him holding your wrists, so close to holding your hands. His smile. Of course you were going to catch feelings. 

When you arrive home, you open your phone and call Dongju. He picks up.

"Y/N? Aren't you practicing with Geonhak right now?" he asks. "We're gonna go decoration shopping in half an hour, right?"

"It's complicated. I'm at home now. Dongju, can you come over? And we'll go shopping after."

He must hear the stress in your voice. "Alright," he says.

As you wait for Dongju, you think back to the moment. Geonhak right in front of you, holding your wrists. He was staring into your eyes, and you were staring back at him. He was close enough for you to kiss him.

And then you just left without any explanation. God, he must be confused. Or mad. Oh, did you mess everything up?

The doorbell rings, and you open it. You're met with Dongju, and you hug him tightly.

"Hey, Y/Nie, it's okay. What happened? What did Geonhak do? Do I need to scold him?" he asks, sitting down on your sofa. You shake your head.

"He didn't do anything," you say. "We were practicing Valkyrie, and Geonhak got really close to me. I, uh, I panicked. I panicked and I ran out on him and didn't say anything. I think I fucked up."

Dongju chuckles. "So you do like him."

You glare at him. "Dongju, that's not the point. The point is that I abandoned him in the middle of practice because I lost my cool, and now he might hate me."

"He doesn't hate you, Y/N."

"How could you know? Have you talked to him since I left?"

"No," Dongju says. "But Geonhak could never hate you. You're . . . you're his friend. Come on, let's talk it over shopping for his birthday."

You nod and go with Dongju. You walk to the store with him. When you get to the store, you head for the party decorations aisle.

"We said gold, silver, black and white, right?" you ask. Dongju looks at his phone and nods.

"We said gold and silver streamers, and black balloons with white letters," Dongju says.

"There's gold and silver streamers over there," you say, pointing at the shelves at the end of the aisle. You grab some streamers, and spot balloons in the next aisle.

"Perfect," Dongju says. "Now. Let's talk about Geonhak."

You sigh. "I'm worried that he's mad at me. I left him, Dongju. He must be so confused as to why I just up and left like that."

"Then tell him."

Your eyes widen. "I can't tell him that I like him."

"You don't have to tell him you like him. But you have tell him something. You want to continue practicing with him, right?"

You nod. Of course you do. Not just because you're spending time with Geonhak, but because you genuinely enjoy dancing.

But also because you love spending time with Geonhak.

"Then tell him that you panicked. That the closeness made you nervous. You don't have to tell him you like him, but tell him that," Dongju says.

"Okay." You nod. "I'll do that."

"Let me walk you back to RBW after this. He's probably still practicing there right now."

You nod, and go with Dongju to find the perfect black balloons, as well as some gold, silver and white balloons. You purchase the decorations, and the two of you drop off the items at the dorm before Dongju takes you back to RBW.

You stand outside of the practice room. You can hear the new comeback title track blasting from inside. You take a deep breath and knock. After a second, the music pauses and the door is opened by Geonhak.

"Y/N?" he asks. He looks stressed. His hair is messed up, as though he's been running his hands through it for the past few hours since you left.

"Hi," you say. "Can I come in?"

"Of courses," he says. You walk inside, and he speaks again. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier by coming so close to you. I realize that I was very close, and may have crossed some boundaries . . ."

"Geonhak," you say, and he looks up at you nervously, and you smile gently at him. "It's okay. I'm sorry for suddenly leaving without saying anything."

He smiles. "Do you want to resume practice?"

"Aren't you in the middle of your own practice?" you ask.

"Yeah, but you left half an hour early. We can make up that half an hour. Do you want a hug?" Geonhak asks. You nod and hug him.

"I don't have my bag. Or water," he says.

"You left your water bottle here," he says. "And you're still wearing your workout clothes."

You laugh. "Alright. Let's practice."

[number1morphfan]

Honestly all versions of Morph/Changeling are really interesting i hope we can get more canon of him in any of the universes

I think it’s very interesting, as I kinda mentioned in my last post, that Changeling seems to be much older than his AU counterparts.  When we seem him as Changeling and once out of uniform, he seems to be at least Xavier’s age or older:

TAS series Morph sometimes looks older:

Probably because they were modeled off Changeling, but the animation isn’t consistent, and they sometimes look younger:

TAS Morph’s voice and overall personality also seem younger, and Wolverine calls them “kid” a couple of times, so I generally assume that they are supposed to be somewhere vaguely in their twenties like most of the other adult X-Men. 

AoA Morph doesn’t have a clear age, although the characters acknowledge that he was previously Changeling.  And Exiles Morph gets his age retconned all the way back to being a teenager alongside the New Mutants:

Given that we have AU’s where Avalanche and Toad are teenagers named Lance Alvers and Todd Tolensky, and we have a hilariously young Sebastian Shaw in the X-Campus universe, it’s not unheard of for alternate universe counterparts to have wildly different ages.  616 Changeling might just be the Kevin Sidney whose parents had him earlier. 

But I have a kind of wild idea (not even really a headcanon), that maybe Changeling was, like the original idea for Mr. Sinister, a young shape-shifter pretending to be much older.  Like he was playing-acting as a super-villain.  It would also explain why he turned heroic so quickly, if he was basically a teenager going through a villain phase.  Changeling put on a goofy purple helmet and joined a terrorist group the same way other teens listen to MCR and put on lots of eyeliner.  It would also be completely on-brand for Xavier to read all that in Changeling’s mind, and be like, “Well, we don’t have time to unpack all that.  Get in the chair and pretend to be me, I’ll be in the basement.”