#except. i couldn't respond to them. because they'd blocked me.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

yeah they seem so pleasant

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me when im in a "blaming children for feeling unloved by their parents" contest and my opponent is a jc anti

[chiscribbs]

For your Donnie clone idea, I really really love the thought if his brothers getting to see the bits of him that aren't always obvious, but very big parts of him. It might just be me projecting, but I like the idea of them being a little surprised at Eager-to-please Donnie. Like maybe hes a little too eager (staking his self worth on usefulness couldn't be me ahaha). And obviously Affectionate Donnie would catch them a little off guard, but I like to think that they didn't know the extent of how little Donnie values himself outside of being helpful. I also wonder how they would respond to anxious Donnie? And anti-social Donnie? I just really like the idea to ponder over, and I love seeing other people ponder it too. I like thinking about how the brothers would react, and how they'd act after Donnie goes back to normal. Sorry for the big block of text aha this is like my first ask on Tumblr ngl

Well, firstly- Welcome, Anon! And thanks for choosing my little blog to be the recipient of your first ever tumblr ask, I'm honored! :D 💕

Secondly, yes - I totally agree! There's a lot that the boys don't know about each other, and I absolutely love plots that result in some of those things being revealed. Like Donnie and April's interaction in DvWT, or Raph's emotional breakdown in the S2 finale. It's always interesting to see how everyone reacts to those sort of unexpected situations - it's a unique bonding experience.

Also, I commend you on figuring out the narrative purpose behind "Bad Feelings" Donnie's existence, as well as the scene he shares with Leo! That's basically what I want to convey with him - those hidden emotions that the real Donnie prefers to just shove into a little box and set aside in a dark corner somewhere to just not acknowledge. Hence why none of the other Donnies want any part of him - Donnie himself doesn't. In Donnie's mind, that part of him just gets in the way, makes it harder to function and be useful - it's a burden. (Needless to say, he doesn't take very good care of his mental health, he's very self-critical.)

You could certainly do a similar thing with other Donnies, too - I think Affectionate Donnie will probably be the most shocking for his brothers to encounter, simply because the real Donnie is almost never that upfront about his affections (except on rare occasions). As well as, like, Compassionate Donnie - they might be a little surprised to find out just how much he actually cares despite not showing it very often.

Unfortunately - as much as I would love to be able to give each of the Donnies more focus and involvement - the way I've been envisioning this concept is in episode format. Meaning it has a built-in time limit and a single plot thread that needs to be resolved by the end. So, I'm really only able to explore a handful in-depth, mainly focusing on Bad Feelings Donnie and Intellectual Donnie as they have the most direct plot involvement.

However, that's one of the reasons I love to see other people's ideas for this concept - you can explore all of those things that I can't, get as in-depth with each of the Donnies as you like! Give every side of our boy a chance to shine, I love to see it. :>

[honesty-my-policy]

@comeonshine blocked me so I couldn't directly reblog or respond despite reblogging my own post with their naïve and simplistic viewpoint on the entire conflict.

since this post was specifically pointing out younger generations and they responded in offense, it is safe to assume they are young. which makes it easy to then deduce how they got where they are. even so, i desperately wish to reach the younger generations, as they are the future.

yes, not every member of the younger generations is like this but even those who are pro-israel are part of the internet culture of today. the culture of fandom wars and if you live in a country where the western world is dominant than you likely are very ignorant to how others in any other culture might possibly live.

you've likely been lucky enough not to experience the horrors of war in person. seen the absolute carnage of war on civilians. you are so lucky, we are so lucky because myself and my parents are one generation from the Vietnam War, my grandfather served in Vietnam. he never talks about it, except what he considered funny stories of finding snakes in his bed. we don't know what he saw or did.

people say that Israel is committing a genocide and i don't know whether to laugh or cry because i've watched so many uncensored videos of World War II, seen the uncensored pictures of the horrific things that Nazi Germany did to the Jews, how they refused to surrender - that even though the invasion was causing incredible civilian casualties, Hitler refused to surrender, causing the death of women, children, babies. in fact, conscripting a peoples army due to how many of his actual army had been killed - this peoples army was just boys and old men.

how even when they were losing the war and could have used the trains that carried Jews to extermination camps to carry military men to the front, they instead, kept sending Jews to die.

how at first they were mass shooting the Jews but the humanity in them couldn't stand it, so they built gas chambers, which wasn't a quick or painless death for the Jews, they simply didn't want to look at them as they died.

that when the Allies were close to liberating any concentration camps, instead of simply abandoning them, they'd force the Jews to march, because they'd rather take the Jews with them on marches of death to the next concentration camp, rather than they be free.

i've seen what the dead looked liked.

you, child, need to get off of the internet, no, get off of social media. because social media is not real life and what i mean by that is - you interact with people in a way that is not how real life people interact. you say the most vile things and use inflammatory language that isn't anywhere near true.

if someone off of the street randomly walked up to you and started to tell you to kill yourself, you'd be genuinely upset and frightened, yet so many people do this everyday online, as though it is any different.

i hope this reaches you in some way. because you are the future and i hope to any higher being out there that things change.

[1dfangirls35]

Voir Dire (N.H.)

A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates and risking it all for love

Masterlist // Tell Me What You Think!

twenty-one

Niall couldn't help but feel out of place. 

As he sat in the near silent waiting room, surrounded by mother's cradling their baby bumps, holding hands with their partners beside them, and chasing after children, he began to wonder how he'd ended up in this place, sat beside Krystal as they awaited her very first OB appointment.

His palms were sweating, which probably had something to do with the fact that with every passing minute this became more and more real. He was going to be a father. In six short months he would have a child; a miniature version of him staring back at him.

It wasn't that Niall didn't want to be a father. He'd always pictured it as part of his future. Chasing a giggly toddler around the living room. Kicking a soccer ball back and forth in the green grass of his backyard. He'd even envisioned himself changing a few smelly diapers. But when he'd imagined it, it had always been with someone he loved beside him. A child created because he loved someone so much that he couldn't wait to bring another person into their life together. He'd never thought he'd become a father in this way- knocking up his fake girlfriend in a one night stand because both of them were lonely.

Niall looked over at Krystal. She was twirling a piece of her long blonde hair around her finger, over and over again, her eyes fixated on the blank beige wall in front of them. She hadn't said a word since Niall had picked her up this morning, well, except for a very soft 'Krystal Hoffman' to the lady at the front desk. Niall knew that for every ounce of fear he had in his body, the number was a thousand-fold in Krystal's. This wasn't what she'd planned either. She was supposed to be getting ready to land her first acting gig, not preparing to have her life changed forever by a child.

He reached his hand out, placing it on top of hers with a reassuring squeeze. Krystal turned her head and gave him the smallest of smiles, but Niall saw right through it. Her eyes revealed that she's just as terrified as she was when she broke the news to Niall almost four weeks ago.

******************

After their "hook-up", Niall chose to act like it never happened, and lucky for him, Krystal chose the same stance. Maybe they'd both realized it was a poor decision, made in a vulnerable, emotional moment. Things returned to normal for a few weeks, they went on their last few PR dates, they maintained their friendship, and Niall still  returned home at night feeling like his life was in shambles. The light at the end of the tunnel was that the end of the contract was in sight. The promo was done, the concerts sold-out, all that remained was one final blockbuster-worthy break-up to get Niall that last ounce of publicity.

But then something changed. One day Krystal was cracking jokes with Niall as they walked down Rodeo Drive hand in hand; three days later she was nearly mute, speaking only when absolutely necessary. She seemed unfocused- like her mind was in an entirely different place than her body. He'd tried probing her, thinking that maybe she'd talk to him about it- the boy that was on her mind or the audition she was stressed about . Instead he was answered with a sharp "It's nothing. I'm fine" and the most forced smile he'd ever seen.

Niall attributed it to the nerves of this all ending. He told himself that Krystal was simply looking into auditions, trying to find her next step after the split from Niall. Niall didn't even consider the idea that there was something bigger eating her up inside. Much bigger.

"We need to talk," Krystal said one evening on a PR sighting out to dinner, her eyes shifting to look out the window.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," Niall laughed. They were talking. That's all they'd been doing at this table where a few paparazzi had come to take some pictures. The media had died down slightly, perhaps because the newness of Niall and Krystal had faded. Perhaps they were on to the next celebrity couple- at least for the time being.

"I think this is a conversation that would be better to have in private." Krystal's voice shook every so slightly as she spoke, and Niall couldn't help but notice that she can't seem to look him in the eyes.

"Okay," he responded cheerfully. His insides, however, churned in anticipation of what Krystal could possibly have to say to him in a private conversation.

His insides continued to churn. While they exited from the restaurant with Krystal's hand intertwined with his. While they drove in near silence back to Niall's house. And now, while Niall sat impatiently on his sofa as he waited for Krystal to speak. 

She was staring at the black and white framed photo of The Eagles positioned on Niall's wall and Niall could have sworn that she hadn't blinked since they'd arrived. He watched as Krystal twirled a piece of her hair inbetween her fingers, her chest rising and falling in deep even breaths as if she's concentrating on her own respirations.

"I'm pregnant," she blurted out suddenly, her words leaving her mouth so quickly that Niall's not even sure he heard them correctly.

At first, Krystal's statement didn't even register in Niall's mind. It made sense to him- why Krystal would be acting so anxious, why she seemed like her mind was on something else. And then suddenly, his brain comprehends why she's telling him this. His stomach lurched. It couldn't be.

Niall's mind scoured for any recollection from that night. But there were hardly any pieces to be found. He remembered Krystal showing up at his door, her remembered comforting her, and he remembered laying in bed afterwards feeling like he'd been punched in the gut- but the in between? That was all a bit blurry, like his emotions had blocked it from his mind.

"But," Niall began, as if protesting what Krystal had said would somehow make it less true. "Didn't we use..."

"I don't remember," Krystal spat, as if she'd suddenly gotten her voice back. "But I'm on the pill and I mean I guess sometimes I forget or a miss the alarm but I swear I always take it when I remember and..." Krystal began to ramble.

Niall didn't hear the rest of what she said, her words sounded muffled, like Niall was underwater. He certainly felt like he could be underwater. Like he was drowning- the outside world slowly slipping from his grasp. 

"Fuck," Niall muttered under his breath. He felt his pulse quickening, his head  pounding, and his breathing becoming ragged. He couldn't be in here, in this space with this announcement. He rushed towards the back door, flinging it open with a bang and rushing out onto the green lawn.

"Where are you going?" Krystal shouted but Niall didn't even hear her.

He stood there for a moment, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He felt like he was not even in his own body. Like he's watching a movie of his life- a very bad one at that, where everything that could possibly go wrong for the protagonist does. Niall looked up at the blue Los Angeles sky. He figured that at any moment, the skies would open up in a torrential downpour, to really set the mood. They didn't. Instead, the sun shined back at him and he felt that maybe he should curse at the world for all the bad cards he'd been dealt as of late. But he couldn't do that either, because this -this was all his own doing. It's the wake-up call that Niall  had needed for so long. The shock to his system that finally made him realize that he was on a path to self-destruction. And in that moment he realized that his life was never going to get better if he didn't start taking back control. And that started with facing the consequences of his actions. 

Niall heard Krystal sniffling as he re-entered the house. He watched as she quickly tried to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand, but even that couldn't hide the puffiness that now surrounded them. He instantly felt guilty for running out on her like that. She'd probably been terrified to tell him in the first place, and here he was bolting like a total dick.

Niall didn't say anything at first, sliding onto the couch next to Krystal and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She laid her head against him as he whispered "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left like that."

He half expected her to lash out at him. To yell at him for leaving after she just told him something so serious. To lecture him that his actions were nothing like that of a father, and that he had a long way to go if he wanted a place in this child's life. She didn't.

"It's okay," she responded in a shaky voice that proved that it was far from okay.

There were a million questions racing through Niall's mind, including the looming question of whether or not this was even his baby. He knew it was a possibility, but it was a small one right?   They'd only ever slept together once. 

"It's mine?" Niall asked, "You're sure?" Niall wasn't sure what transpired that night, but he swears he is starting to remember grabbing that foil package from his bedside drawer. He was always careful. Always.

Krystal  quickly nodded. "I've looked at the dates a million times and it... it just adds up that way." Niall could have sworn he heard some hesitation in her voice, but maybe that was his brain trying to hear things that weren't there, searching for a way out of this. Krystal wouldn't lie to him. Not about anything this important. Not about something that would change the course of  both their lives. He suddenly regretted ever asking about the paternity, thinking it likely made him look desperate for a way out. 

"I'm sorry, I debated not even telling you, and I know we have the contract meeting next week and..." Krystal's eyes began to glaze over again. "I just want you to know that I completely understand if you want nothing to do with this. I'll keep quiet about it- even to your management."

Niall looked Krystal in the eyes. He could see the fear filling her hazel irises, and he began to think about just how much strength it had taken Krystal to tell him. The turmoil that had likely been going on inside her head day in and day out . And though every ounce of him wanted to be angry, at himself, at Krystal, at his management for every putting him in this situation in the first place, all he could feel was an ache in his heart for Krystal.

"Krystal, look at me," he said, taking her hands into his.  "I will support you in whatever decision you make. You aren't going to go through this alone."

Krystal nodded, but her eyebrows were still laced with concern. "I'm going to keep it," she murmured softly, as if she was hesitating to vocalize her decision aloud. "Maybe my mom's right and I've made a terrible mistake and I'm ruining my life, but maybe it's a blessing in disguise? " Niall could tell that Krystal was still trying to convince herself of that last part. He wanted to press her about her mother, but he knows know is not the time.

Instead, he wraps his arms around Krystal, hugging her tight. "You're going to be an excellent mother, I just know it."

*****************

Niall and Krystal came to the conclusion that they had to mention their news to Niall's management, especially since their upcoming meeting was supposed to be all about how to break things off. Not to mention the fact that Niall was supposed to be on tour during the time Krystal's online due date calculator indicated the baby would be arriving. Niall found it a bit ironic, for so long he had longed for the day when he would be free to spend time with whoever he chose again, and here he was willingly giving Capitol a reason to continue to dictate his personal life.

Mr. Michaels was perched behind his desk with a sinister grin plastered on his face like always as Niall and Krystal entered his office to discuss the status of the contract. Entering the Capitol Office never got any easier, and Niall wondered what bombshell Mr. Michaels had to drop on Niall's plans this time. Niall wasn't thrilled with the idea of extending the contract, but he wasn't sure what else there was to do at this point. He was trying to do the right thing. And if the right thing meant continuing to fake a relationship with Krystal- that's exactly what he would do.

He took a seat in the chair next to Krystal, rubbing his palms against his grey trousers as Mr. Michaels began to clear his throat. "As you both know, the contract is about to expire. So we need to discuss how we will wrap this relationship up," Mr. Michaels announced.

"Before we discuss that," Niall interrupted hesitantly, noticing that his voice cracked. "We have something to tell you that may...influence how the ending of this is handled."

Mr. Michaels raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"I'm pregnant," Krystal blurted out before he had a chance to ask questions.

Mr. Michaels was silent for a moment, and Niall took small satisfaction in knowing that for once he had caught the man off-guard. "I see," Mr. Michaels paused, tapping his pen against the metal surface of his desk. "Well in that case we can certainly extend the contract as needed, although  it's not what we had planned for promotion I can't say that this won't generate its own set of publicity..."

"No," Krystal said suddenly, causing Mr. Michaels to look up abruptly.

"I'm sorry," he asked, giving Krystal a confused glance.

"No, I won't sign another contract," Krystal repeated, her voice firmer this time. "I'm simply notifying you so that you can alter your plans. If Niall wants to be part of this child's life, I want it to be by his choice and on his terms."

Mr. Michaels looked startled, like that was the last thing he expected to leave Krystal's mouth. Niall wondered if he looked shocked too, because he also hadn't even considered the fact that Krystal would refuse signing the contract. 

"You didn't have to do that," he said as they entered the elevator to leave the Capitol building, having come to an agreement with Mr. Michaels that their relationship in the public eye would fizzle out without any outside interference and that Niall's tour dates from mid-February to March would be rescheduled. 

"It was the only thing I could do Niall. I don't want this contract dictating your life anymore, and I certainly don't want you to resent me or this baby because of it."

"Thank you," Niall replied softly, but he knew even those words weren't big enough to express just how grateful he was to finally be out of Capitol's control- or at least partly. 

***********************************

In the time since they'd met with Capitol, there had been many rumors circulating. Rumors that Niall and Krystal had broken up when their sightings together disappeared. Rumors that they were expecting a baby triggered by the suspicious rescheduling of some of Niall's tour dates. Even rumors that the two had broken up because of the baby. 

They weren't together- not in a romantic sense- but Niall had committed himself to being there for Krystal in whatever way possible, especially after learning that her mother had effectively disowned her when she learned she was pregnant. He knew he was doing the right thing- but that didn't make the right thing easy.

He often laid awake at night wondering if this is what his life would become, a platonic co-parenting relationship with his former fake girlfriend. Fearing what this would do to his career. Imagining what this news might do to the person who still had a grasp on his heart, no matter how much time had passed. A part of Niall wondered what would have happened if all those months ago, Capitol hadn't decided he needed a girlfriend to promote his record. Would he be where he was now? Or was his life always meant to be this way?

"Krystal Hoffman," the nurse called out, entering the waiting room with a clipboard in hand and snapping Niall back into reality.  Krystal stood abruptly and Niall noticed her hand shaking as she reached to grab her purse. He reached out, setting a hand on the small of her back and leaning over to whisper in her ear. "We can do this." 

But he's not sure who needed more convincing- Krystal or himself.

Tag List: @awomanindeniall​​ , @ihearthemcallingforyou​ , @niall-is-my-dream​​ ,​  @stylishmuser​​​ , @thicksniall

[sadminhyukstan-blog]

She's Forbidden ; Minhyuk x Reader

genre : angst, maybe a little bit of fluff

warnings : swearing

prompt : "I know I can't, but I love her."

p.o.v : third person

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She stood in front of her, the queen who had tortured her and tossed her out, the one and only Queen Lee. She didn't understand why. Why did the queen use her as a toy? She never knew, only the 'beautiful queen' did.

"Well then, ___, I see that you haven't partaken in being forbidden, now, have you?" Queen Lee asked snarkily, which made ___ growl in response.

"No, I have not, because I'm not taking part of this fucking torture game." She snarled. Queen Lee huffed to herself.

"I suggest you do, Miss ___. Cause if not, this so called game will have to go on." Queen Lee responded, giving about the most fake smile she had ever seen.

"Then let it go on without me, cause not yet will I leave, and not ever will I go down without a fight." And that's when Queen Lee called her guards with a small movement of her index finger.

The guards steps were loud, due to the heavy metal they wore. The steel almost covered their eyes, and their arms and legs were overlapped with confusing combinations of metal.

"What did the queen tell you? Game on." One of the guards said with a deep voice.

She let out a dry laugh, using the reason she got toyed against the guards. She threw them against the walls with her mind, knowing she'd win this fight with some wounds and bruises.

Their armor clanged boisterously against the stone walls of the throne room before the queen. Did Queen Lee really think that this was a challenge? It really wasn't.

The guards all groaned in sync, feeling like a dart board getting multiple darts thrown and stabbing them right in the center.

She heard steps but didn't pay attention, assuming that it was the cook preparing the table for lunch. she kept the squirming guards against the wall, stifling a laugh.

She heard the throne room door open and turned around, shocked at the sight of what she saw. She let the guards down with a rough thud.

She bit her lips to stop the tears that were about to spill from her eyes.

Prince Lee had came then, when she had turned the guards thrown spears around to stab the wall. He stood still, traumatized to see the girl he once knew was weak from his mother torturing her beating up his own guards.

His hands trembling, he yelled. He yelled at, not her, but his mother.

"Mother! Why would you turn against her? She's powerful, don't you see? Or are you blind, just like you were blind to Dad's severe sickness?" Prince Lee knew he had gone too far.

"Minhyuk, sweetie, don't speak of your father..." Queen Lee said softly. But he was still mad.

"Don't call me sweetie! I don't wanna be your 'sweetie' anymore! And I haven't for a long time!" He screamed, small and cold tears running down his face.

"Sweetie—" Queen Lee couldn't finish her sentence.

"What did I fucking say, Mom, don't you understand? Wait, you don't, otherwise you'd understand that you shouldn't turn your back on ___." Prince Lee growled.

"Minhyuk!" Queen Lee stood up quickly, walking towards him. She brung her hand up, close to slapping him. Notice how I said close. He would've been slapped if ___ didn't stand in front of him.

He looked at the slightly smaller female in shock, seeing the red hand print already forming on her cheek. She had grown since he last saw her, she was only a few centimeters shorter than him now.

"_-___..." He stuttered, turning her around and carefully touching the mark on her cheek. She whimpered in pain. He felt bad and glared at his mother with tears in his eyes.

~flashback~

Minhyuk giggled, holding her hand tightly as they ran through the woods. She had small leaves in her soft black hair since it was autumn.

___ smiled and looked behind her and stopped, holding his hand tighter. He turned around and giggled a bit, until he processed what she was looking at.

His mom was right before the two. He stopped laughing quickly, eyeing the small handcuffs with terror. He spaced out until he heard a small click. Twelve year old Minhyuk's grip was weak, and her hand had escaped from his.

He looked at a fearful and crying ___, who was getting dragged away by his mother towards the... dungeon? Why the dungeon? He was confused. And he knew he couldn't help.

That night he couldn't sleep at all, thinking of what his mother or anyone else was doing to ___. It was then he heard a scream and a few words after.

"No! Stop! Please..." And then... A thud.

~flashback over~

He looked like he was the one in pain, which could be true, because emotionally, he was. He looked at the female he once loved, who had gotten stripped away from him.

Queen Lee had an emotionless expression, like nothing had happened at all.

"Mother, I suggest you leave before both her and I hurt you." Minhyuk growled. But, Queen Lee being the bitch she is, stayed in place.

___ only nodded at him. they came up with the childish plan a long time ago.

~flashback~

"___-ah! What if we came across trouble!" Minhyuk had asked in the winter. ___ giggled at her own plan.

"Hm... I could hold them up against a wall, you could throw something at them repeatedly, and I could hold ice up against their body." She joked. But he obviously seemed interested in the plan.

They never came across trouble that day. So, all day they stayed outside. She would play with her powers, and Minhyuk would be amazed over and over again. They enjoyed it.

~flashback over~

With her telekinesis, ___ held Queen Lee up against the throne room wall. Prince Lee always carried a few pebbles with him for memories of ___, so he threw those now that she's back.

And now for Prince Lee's personal favorite part, which was changed. What actually happened was ___ trapped Queen Lee in an ice block.

Visibly, Queen Lee was screaming. He turned around and high-fived ___.

"So, Prince Lee, we meet again." ___ spoke quietly. He sighed, nodding a bit before responding.

"___, just call me Minhyuk." She smiled, her eyes scrunching up when she did.

~timeskip~

Since Minhyuk and ___ went into the woods, Queen Lee died of hypothermia. Did Minhyuk care? Sorta, she hurt ___, but she was his mother.

Minhyuk was talking to his friend, Prince Yoo, or Kihyun.

"Well, ___'s still forbidden for hurting your mother. Are you sure you can still feel what you use to?" Kihyun asked.

Minhyuk thought for a bit before responding to him.

"I know I can't, but I love her." He spoke. Kihyun shook his head, sighing.

"Listen, you can't anymore. It'll he hard, same thing happened to me with Jennie, but you're gonna have to get over it." Kihyun advised.

"Get some people for me. Hyunwoo, Wonho, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun, Maid Hwasa, Maid Moonbyul, Maid Wheein, Maid Solar, and ___. Them, you, and I are meeting in the ball room." Minhyuk said, standing up after Kihyun went.

~timeskip~

Minhyuk was already sitting down when the eleven people came in.

"Take a seat, we're gonna talk about something special." He said.

Everyone hesitated, but followed his command. He had no second-thoughts about it.

"Okay, so, as you all know, ___ is back. Queen Lee is dead." He continued when everyone was settled. He rapidly motioned for the maids to stay seated.

"I've chosen the ones I wouldn't be able to leave behind, so feel special."

Everyone except the maids, who were pitiful for Queen Lee, nodded.

"We're running away. All twelve of us, we're running away together. I need you all to pack bags and meet back here at 11 pm. So you have two hours."

___ felt uneasy.

"First of all, where would we go? Second of all, I have nothing I need here." She spoke.

"We'll be going to an empty castle, it's still in good shape." ___ remembered what he meant.

~flashback~

"___! Look!" Minhyuk said, pointing at a castle huger than his own. She gasped, covering her mouth.

"Hyukie, what if we ran away and lived there? Just us and a few of the maids, maybe even the other six? That'd be great!" ___ cheered.

~flashback over~

~timeskip~

It was at the end of the woods, the castle. They walked in pairs. Minhyuk and ___, Kihyun and Hyunwoo, Wonho and Hyungwon, Jooheon and Changkyun, Solar and Moonbyul, and Hwasa and Wheein.

Minhyuk helped everyone over the stone wall, his hand lingering on ___'s. And so that's where they'd live. Where they'd live for the rest of their lives.

~large timeskip~

Minhyuk pecked ___'s lips, giggling.

"Ooh! Mommy and Daddy kissed!" Their daughter, Seo-hee, said childishly.

Their were more maids now. Jisoo, Rosè(which she preferred to be called), Lisa, and who Kihyun was now engaged to, Jennie.

Everyone was happy there. No unfair treatment, no complaints, and most important to Minhyuk, no one got forbidden.

How do I know all of this? Because I am Jennie, there all along.