#guy who found the dancing so cringe he half broke out of mind control

[usoppictures]

[mazuwii]

Kenny X Reader

Requested by kelly20008

Summary: Kenny gets jealous when he sees a coworker flirting with you

Every breath you took, every sound you emitted always caused a rush of longing inside of him. It wasn't sexual, it wasn't lust. No, it was much more powerful than just that.

His unusually sharp eyes lingered on you as you went down the hallway to deliver a file to your superior. Kenny had thought this was a simple crush but as months passed, he realised he had fallen in love. No matter how cringe-worthy it was to him admitted it.

It's been an entire year and a half, he couldn't keep this up. Everything about you, everything on you, you, belonged to him.

He grunted and slammed his office door behind him, throwing his hat on the floor and storming to his seat. Kenny tried keeping himself busy so that you wouldn't come into his mind but it was no use. Everything reminded him of you.

At last, you came back and greeted the man with a smile and coffee. "I just saw you frowning all morning, I hope you haven't been up all night working." His heart danced at your concern. And it hit him instantly, that he could no longer keep his feelings to himself.

After finishing everything he needed to do, he would tell you how much he loves you and how much you light up his day. With the amount of happiness you made him feel, it was like you were a mass genocode.

Later that day, he had gone to find you and confess exactly what was keeping him up all night, the fact that you were making him go insane.

Until, he captured the infuriating sight in front of him. One of his own cadets were flirting with you, using every excuse in the book to touch you here and there.

Kenny scowled and cleared his throat clear enough for everyone to hear. He had to control himself in order not to kill but the urge was so strong. "All of you back to work!" Everyone cowered and turned to leave.

"Except you. Y/n L/n." He motioned with his hands for you to come closer and so you did, gazing dumbfoundedly up at him.

Once everyone had left, he gulped and exhaled as if he came back from a marathon. "Kenny?" You worriedly held his shoulders as he slightly bent down to keep himself up.

This was too much. Who knew a girl could make him this nervous?!

But the memory of a man being all over you and doing nothing about getting him off drained all of Kenny's sanity. "What the hell was that?" He gritted his teeth at her out of a sudden.

You blinked in confusion. "Sorry? What?"

"Letting another man touch you and talk to you like that, the hell is wrong with you?"

Red tinted at your cheeks when you subconsciously analysed his statement and came to a conclusion that he was... jealous?

"Kenny, I"-

"Don't Kenny me! Saying my name like that over and over again with that damned voice!"

Just as you were about to respond, he gripped your collar and slammed you against the wall. "Or do you say everyone's name like that?" He growled in your ear.

"N-No... it's just you... Kenny."

He sighed and moved his hands to slowly lace them with yours. The soft and dry sliding of his slender fingers against yours put him at peace. But not enough to calm him completely down.

"Tell me, Y/n, do you like seeing me mad? You seem to be smirking." He cocked a brow, a dangerous look in his eyes. He was pissed.

"I'm not! I've just never been this close to you."

"Do you like it?" He pushed himself on you further. You said nothing yet nervously nodded. "Do you... like me?" Kenny mentally slapped himself and thought about hiding in a closet and hit himself a million times like a schoolboy would.

"Yeah, a lot actually." You whispered against him. His jaw was right next to yours, every word he uttered was raspy and sent chills down your spine.

He slowly glared straight at you, anger burning in his ashy eyes. "You did that on purpose then? Making me jealous?"

"No!- well...not intentionally."

His lips found yours but before you could kiss back, he broke it and stood up properly, frowning at you with his cheeks bright pink.

"My office. Now."

Authors note:

I am not good with the possesive or jealous trope but I hope you guys liked this...!

[ais-for-alex]

The Scars of Our Past: Ch3

Alrighty guys here is chapter 3 of Figure Skater Au

By the time Leo stumbled into his motel room, it felt like the bitter cold air had seeped into his very bones. The moment he passed the threshold, he let his skate bag slip from his shoulder and hit the floor with a thud. He then proceeded to fall face-first onto the bed, too exhausted to even change into a pair of sweats. His body ached from the cold and the brutal intensity of his first solo practice in Gryffindor.

Leo had been in the city for nearly a week, most of his days had been spent in group sessions where he met the other skaters also working under Madam Maxine. Today had been the first time he had worked one on one with her, honestly, it was the first time he had worked one on one with a figure skating coach at all.

Back in New Orleans, after the-

Well just after, Leo couldn’t bring himself to gear up and get back in the net but he also couldn’t bring himself to abandon the one place that soothed the hurt inside him. So instead, he stepped out onto the ice in a pair of figure skates, he damn near broke his ass the first time he tripped on the toe pick. From that day though Leo worked, he worked so hard to learn the ins and outs of the figure skating world; he worked until he could execute each jump, each spin perfectly. And so what if he was working to avoid the memories?

Leo entered his first contest as a bit of a joke, the owner of his local rink had told him to do it, so he did. Who was to think that he would actually win? And standing there in the center of the rink with people tossing flowers on the ice for him, Leo was hooked. From that point on Leo continued working, and while it still helped to block out the memories of- of that, this time he was working towards something. He spent countless hours in the rink, in dance studios, and researching a coach that would take him on. That’s how he found himself here in Gryffindor, laying face first on a musty motel bed.

Leo groaned at the soreness in his body; if this is how he felt after just his first week here, he was a bit scared to think about what the future would hold.

The only highlight of his day had been meeting them; Finn and Logan. The image of their faces seemed to have been etched under his eyelids because no matter what he did he couldn’t seem to push them away. Leo sighed and rolled onto his back, he reached down to fish his phone from his pocket and opened the search. Logan had mentioned they had been there for practice, Leo knew for a fact that they weren’t figure skaters, so that really only left one other option.

Leo’s fingers hesitated for just a moment before typing Gryffindor Lions Finn and Logan into his phone. Almost instantly, information popped up, press photos of them in their game day suits, gifs of them slamming each other into the boards after a goal. Scrolling down just a bit he clicked open the wiki article.

            Finn O’Hara, age 23, was born and raised in New York and was drafted to the Gryffindor Lions in 2017. O’Hara graduated from Harvard University with a degree in English Language Arts and Creative Writing. He gained prestige playing on the Harvard Collegiate hockey team, during the duration of his time at the school. O’Hara, number 17, currently plays right wing…

The article continued into Finn’s stats, Leo scrolled down farther and clicked on Logan’s name highlighted in blue.

            Logan Tremblay age 22 joined the Gryffindor Lions the following year in 2018, seeming content to continue his career alongside long-time friend and teammate Finn O’Hara. Tremblay left his hometown of Rimouski, Quebec, Canada to attend Harvard University. Upon graduating with a Business degree, Tremblay joined the NHL. Number 10, also playing right wing…

Leo clicked out of the Wiki and opened Instagram, it didn’t take long before he was scrolling through countless pictures and videos of them, and gods were they gorgeous. The way Finn handled a puck, the strength behind Logan’s slap shot. Leo’s breath hitched each time he found a picture of them shirtless his eyes roving over the strength of their muscles.

What are you even doing to yourself? Leo thought, his thumb pausing its scroll on a picture of Logan in the locker room, half-dressed and a stick between his legs taping the blade.  

You told yourself never again. Have you forgotten already? That thought sent a painful stab through Leo’s heart; he threw his phone into the corner of the room disgusted with himself that he dared to even entertain the idea that he was attracted to these men.

I’ll never forget, never. Leo’s eyes drifted up to the tacky popcorn ceiling of his motel room, he stared there trying to ignore the painful throbbing in his heart as hot tears leaked from the corner of his eyes.

He wasn’t sure how long he laid there; sniffling softly as wave after wave of hurt washed over him but eventually, Leo’s burning eyes slipped closed as he drifted into a restless sleep.

***

Leo startled awake to the sharp blaring sound of his alarm, he reached over to the nightstand to turn off the obnoxious sound only to realize his phone wasn’t there. Groaning, he vaguely remembered tossing it into the corner last night, Leo crawled out of bed cringing slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of the street clothes he slept in. Finally turning off the alarm, Leo thanked whatever miracle it was that his phone hadn’t died in the night.

Groaning again Leo made his way into the bathroom only to flinch at the sight of his red puffy face reflected back at him. He splashed himself with icy water until satisfied the redness was from the cold rather than his dried tear tracks.

Gods, you’re pathetic, he thought to himself as he brushed his teeth. Just stick to the plan. You’ve got this Knut. With a sigh, Leo made quick work of gathering his things to head to his morning ballet class, body still sore from practice the day before.  

Leo slipped into the dance studio quietly and switched into his soft leather flats before claiming the far corner to begin stretching. This was always one of his favorite parts, the smooth methodical way he is able to loosen his body, the slight burn in his tired muscle as they began to warm, the grounding sensation of just moving in such purposeful ways. He found it soothing.

“Leo!” a posh male voice called out from the door of the studio, making Leo cringe just a bit and lean deeper into his stretch. The man quickly strode over to him and dropped to the floor to begin his own warm-up as he began chatting, “Did you see that triple axel I landed flawlessly in practice the other day?” he asked flipping his silky blond hair out of his face and shooting him a blindingly white smile.

Leo repressed a snort. If by flawless, he meant nearly fell on his ass then yes Leo had seen it. Instead, he opted to ignore the question entirely, “Good morning, Gilderoy.”

“You know if you want, I could teach you,” Gilderoy continued, “I know you haven’t been skating as long as most of us, so I wouldn’t mind doing a bit of extra practice with you.” Leo bit back the urge to say he had been skating his whole life.

“That’s ok Gil, I’m more of a solo practice kinda guy,” Leo replied instead, rolling his eyes when the other man wasn’t looking, then slid down into a full split. Leo breathed in deeply and leaned forward until his entire upper body was pressed flat to his front leg. He held it for a moment then slowly pulled his body upwards until he was bent backward over his back leg, his arms extended into the stretch.

“Leo, love, you don’t need to be self-conscious around me,” Gilderoy said in what Leo could only assume was meant to be a comforting voice, “I know it might be intimidating to learn from a World Championship finalist but I just want to help you.”

Leo bit his cheek in an attempt not to giggle at that statement, he had seen last year’s World Championship. The only reason Gilderoy had even made it on the podium was due to several skaters having to drop from the contest last minute due to injuries, and even then he only got bronze.

“Stop harassing him Gil,” another voice said just before Gilderoy let out an indignant squawk. Leo glanced up to see a tall redhead ruffling Gilderoy’s previously perfectly quaffed hair.

“Morning Leo,” he said with a wink.

“Morning Fab,” Leo grinned as he fought to keep down the image of a different redhead that wanted to take control of his thoughts. Though as he watched Fabian begin moving through his warm-ups he couldn't help but notice how very different they were. Whereas Fabian had the tall lean structure of a dancer, Finn was bulkier, his muscular build tapering down into a trim waist.  Fabian’s hair burned a bright ginger with the sides shaved down short into an undercut; Finns auburn hair had looked so soft and fluffy, Leo wished he could have run his hands through it. And that right there was the biggest difference, Fabian was a friend, another skater under the guidance of his coach, but Finn… Finn made Leo’s stomach flip just to think about.

Jesus, you don’t even know the man, get your shit together. Leo’s thoughts were soon pulled away from redheads when Madam Maxine swept into the room to begin their practice.

Later, panting and sweaty from performing combination after combination, Leo switched back into his street shoes and was gathering his things when he heard his name.

“Leo!” Fabian called before plopping down next to him to change his own shoes, “Hey, so Benji and I are going to the Lions home game tomorrow, and we have a couple extra tickets if you wanna come?”

Leo looked up and blinked a bit thrown off by the offer, he hadn’t watched hockey in years. Not since… well not since it happened.

“Oh, um… I shouldn’t,” Leo stuttered out, trying to think up an excuse to decline the invitation.

“What! Why not? My brother and a couple other friends are coming too, it’ll be fun. Give you a reason to get out of your motel room that isn’t just practice.”

“That’s just it, I really should practice more. I don’t have the time to take the night off, I mean I haven’t been performing for nearly as long as y’all. I have a lot of ground to make up here.”

“Leo, babycheeks,” Fabian said dramatically, then casually wrapping his arm around Leo’s shoulders, “I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this before or if you are just being willfully oblivious, but you skate better than about 90% of the people here and probably about 80% of the people in the industry. Are there some things you need to work on? Sure, but that goes for literally everyone. Your lack of performing experience is not a lack of talent or skill. So with that being said come out with us, enjoy the game, make some friends, practice will always be here when you get back.”    

“That’s sweet of you to say Fab, but…”

“Nope! No buts! We are kidnapping you from your room, taking you to the game and you are going to have a great time. Then you will be all ‘Oh Fabian! Thank you so much for helping me get a social life! Oh! How ever can I repay you!’” Fabian said dramatically imitating Leo with a ridiculously over the top southern accent, “Then I will be like ‘it was my pleasure, but I would accept your undying gratitude if you teach me that glorious step sequence you did in practice the other day.’”

At this point, Leo’s eye roll got lost in his laughter as he pulled his bag onto his shoulder.

“Besides, if for no other reason, you can just spend the evening ogling hockey players.”

At that Leo’s mind flashed back to a pair of sparkling emerald eyes staring into him and soft curls fluffing out under a snapback, reluctantly he sighed and accepted he probably wasn’t getting out of this, “Alright fine, but you’re buying me a beer.”

“I think I can swing that,” Fabian said with a laugh, “and yes, you can come too Gil.”

Gilderoy had been lingering during their conversation just close enough to listen and make himself noticeable, at the sound of his name he instantly perked up, “Oh, that’s so flattering of you to invite me,” he said as if he hadn’t been fishing for an invitation, “Of course I’ll have to call and cancel a couple of plans though, with such short notice you know.”

Fabian simply rolled his eyes, very much used to Gilderoys dramatics, “You do that, and Leo, I’ll text you what time we’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds good, I’ll see ya then,” Leo said with a slight wave before he slipped out of the ballet studio and back out into the cold.

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[twofootedbones]

Rose Colored Shades

Summary: There was once a moment where Latula knew who Cronus was, but when you’re wearing rose colored glasses, every flag is just a flag. 

A look through Latula’s eyes and her view of was had happened between her, Cronus, and Mituna that made them break farther apart than she would have ever liked. 

 You know those stories, those ones where they always start with the “just us three against the world?” Well that’s how this one starts. It was just me and my boys, my two goofballs that I loved with my whole bloodpusher. My matesprit Mituna Captor and my considering morail Cronus Ampora. The days we spent together were always perfect, it didn’t matter if we got a skate trick wrong, got chased away for loitering, or just couldn’t get past this one level in some dumb video game we picked up from the discount bin. We were the perfect Kingdom Bloodpushers trio! One epic heroine and her two boy sidekicks. 

Then we started the game. Me and ‘Tuna saw it as the perfect challenge and we dragged poor ol’ Cro along with us. It didn’t take long for a lot of things to go sour though. Everyone started screaming and punching, pretty sure half of the screaming was Kankri’s fault but it was chaos nonetheless. We all went from one radical kickass group into a clusterfuck of horrible words and totally not rad violence. No one listened to each other and everyone tried to be the leader. Many of us actually broke away from the group to do things our own way. Blame is on teenage angst.

  Then it happened. I wasn’t around to see it and I beat myself up about it every single day. The only one to see it was that stupid mime and he barely showed an ounce of pitty in those cursed eyes. Just bringing the body to us, plopping him on the ground, and walking away like he didn’t just deliver us the most horrific thing we had ever seen. No one knew how to act at this point, we stood there just staring at him. The Tuna I once knew was gone, none of us knew how to help him, he laid there on the ground just shaking and crying. He was covered in his own 

The cursor flashed on the screen, waiting for the next words to be written. Latula leaned back in her desk chair, wiping the sudden tears away from her face ultimately ruining the minimal mascara she had put on just hours before. This was going to take a while. She didn’t know why she was trying to write something like this, Aranea claimed that writing gave “feels closure” whatever that meant. Just a few feet away sat lil Mituna. Well he wasn’t that little as he towered over her by a solid foot, but he was her little honey bee. He was starfishing in the bean bag chair as he idly chewed on a necklace he found somewhere in his hive. His hair was held out of his face by one of Latula’s scrunchies and he sat in just a pair of gym shorts, the fern leaf-like scars that danced across his body being revealed. He hated it when the others saw them, she was the only exception. She was allowed to gaze upon and touch the flowing scars. It was as if his veins had been dyed faint shades of red and blue. 

He had yet to notice her eyes on him and continued to just stare off at the wall, not even paying mind to the show that was playing on the TV. Latula took a deep breath and turned back to the document.The same blinking cursor ready for her to continue.

When he woke up he wasn’t the same, or so I was convinced. When his eyes finally opened, they weren’t the same red and blue slushie color I was so used to seeing. They were completely void of his colors, a black and white that he carried with him to the dream bubbles. He was afraid and confused and he didn’t recognize any of us. He tried to run from all of us whenever he was awake, but all he gained from that was agitating all the harsh electrical burns he had. I was starting to grow sick of yellow being smeared all over the room. The day ‘Tuna first woke was the same day I saw Cronus Ampora genuinely cry for the last time. He stopped coming to visit Mituna shortly after, claiming that everything that came out of his mouth was wrong even though all that really came out was screams of fear. The last time he visited he lashed out at him, it wasn’t much just a shout of the words “shut up” before he ran out of the room. I was willing to push that aside back then, I was at my wits end too. We thought that my matesprit and his best friend was gone. We both believed that our trio was soon going to be a duo. Cronus couldn’t bear to see his friend like this anymore, leaving me alone to take care of him. 

It didn’t take long for Tuna to start using words again. Guaranteed they were in the wrong order, but they were words. He stopped screaming at everyone and he stopped trying to run away from all of us. But he would still pick at his scabs and burns.

 One day he asked me what my name was for the ten-thousandth time. Except instead of repeating it back to me or forgetting it immediately, this dork said and I quote: “That’s pretty, like you!” 

At that moment I swear I was falling in love with him twice over. Every time I would come into the block we kept him in he would call me pretty. He eventually started calling me by my name, but for months he would always ask for me by calling me “the pretty lady” 

Not even a sweep passed before we were all done for. Our game failed and now here we are living forever in the dream bubbles. Totally not a rad ending I kn

A crash interrupted her typing, she quickly turned around only to see that Mituna was no longer in the block with her. “Tuna?” she called out. A faint mumble came before she heard the boy in question reply from the nutrition block. “I DIDN’T BREAK ANYTHING,” was all he screamed. Latula had long gotten used to his lack of volume control. “It was plas- pl- not glass!” he followed in a completely different tone. “Are you sure you don’t need help bee?” she got up out of her chair and started walking towards the block. Standing in the center of a tupperware war-zone stood Mituna Captor and his perfectly poured cup of orange juice. “Hi,” he said with the largest smile plastered onto his face. Latula’s smile came slowly before she was just flat out wheezing at the scene before her, Mituna joined his cackling laugh mixing with hers. The Captor stopped to take a sip of the juice before kicking around at the tupperware. They couldn’t have anything glass in the hive because of this and the glass they do have is hidden in the lowest cabinets where this gentle giant doesn’t think to look. 

“What happened?” 

Mituna pointed up towards the cabinet. “I put the-them away lasst,” he admitted. The boy’s version of putting away the dishes is to stack up a disaster that will ultimately topple over the second someone would open the door. He put his cup down on the counter and started to clean up the mess. Latula joined him. This wasn’t anything really that new, he would always set up the dishes this way in Cronus’ hive whenever they would visit, just to watch the seadweller open the door to be pelted by this psionic’s genius pranks. Now it’s become a normal schedule to never open the cabinet door fully. Kankri has told them that Cronus still does that as a habit, having to watch the seadweller cringe before opening anything every time he goes over there to lecture him. Meenah has even just told Cronus to remove the door if he’s going to keep complaining about it

After fixing the nutrition block back up and settling Tuna back into his spot, this time with juice and a movie he would actually kind of focus on, Latula returned to her husktop, spamming the space bar to wake it back up. 

Ya know, when you look at the world through rose colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags. Things started to get worse and worse with Cronus the more ‘Tuna recovered. Cronus just couldn’t see the friend he once knew anymore but that gives him no right to treat him the way he did and still does. The day we started to completely cut off all contact with Cronus was the day he actually hit Mituna in front of me. Me and ‘Tuna were just out skating, trying to find the best place to try some basic tricks when we came across Cro’. We took a short break to talk to him for a bit, I should’ve noticed this so much sooner but Mituna was extremely uncomfortable being around him. It’s my fault for not hearing it in his words. Cronus continued to speak some kind of friendship nonsense and wrapped his arm around my bee’s shoulder. ‘Tuna tensed up and shoved the guy away, hard. Cronus looked at him shocked just standing there. Then the bastard said something I will never forget. “I should’ve fucking culled you after we found your broken sorry-ass,” 

Then he reeled back and punched ‘Tuna square in the face. The visor on that helmet cracked and shattered. They started to brawl. Mituna pulled off his helmet to throw it right at Cronus’ chest and managed to pick up his skateboard to slam it into the dude’s side. I grabbed onto ‘Tuna and got out of there ASAP, the poor boy continuing to scream, swear and shout jumbled words all the way until we got back to my hive. I don’t know what happened to the beaten fucker in the dirt, but he could just sit there and wallow for all I care. 

I blocked Cronus on every single platform we shared that night, went into ‘Tuna’s accounts and did the same. While he doesn’t use any of his accounts any more they are important to me and I wouldn’t want that asshole touching any of it. Each and every post being a museum of what Mituna Captor once was and continues to be. 

There have been more times where the two of them have gotten into fights, usually times where I’m not around. I try my best to stay by his side and keep him away, but I can’t coddle him. I refuse to baby my baby. There’s- 

A sudden weight on her shoulders interrupted her writing. “Whatcha writing, Tulip?” her boy said in a sing-song voice. She lifted her arms up to grab onto the ones around her. “Oh, nothing too important,” she tilted her head up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Mituna giggled and rubbed his face in her hair. She laughed, pushing the arms off her and getting up. “Wanna watch another movie? I’ll watch with you this time,” she asked, hugging him close. She felt those same awkward lanky arms wrap around her. “Nah, let’ss play Trollio Kart,” he said. 

“Flushed for you,” 

“Flushshed for you tooo,”

[artemismoon12writes]

Title: Windsor Throws a Party (and Stuart is Technically Invited)

Daltonfic Big Bang; Week 4, Day 2; Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare 

“That’s the spirit! The rest of you should take notes.” “It’s educational.” “Isn’t that what we’re in school for?” “The youth of tomorrow, learning tolerance one day at a time.”

The party might have gotten out of control. Perhaps. A smidge.

If you asked the twins, they had invited everyone on campus. There would be no one to drag them into Dean Ramsey’s office this year. If Logan wanted to complain about it, he could simply check his email for the invitation which came 2 minutes after they’d started up the music anyways. If he didn’t check his email, who were they to insist he came?

Besides that, they had made sure through word of mouth that some Stuarts did represent amongst the Windsor common room- if only to be used as a shield against the authorities at large. Ethan and Evan’s ‘secret stash’ was snuck throughout the house, and like fairy food, once you unknowingly partook you could not leave and work against them.

Kurt thought it was evil. Shane thought it was brilliant. But then again, Kurt hadn’t approved of much they did these days, working as the implementor of much of Blaine’s beleaguering prefect work. It didn’t mean he was going to shut down this party- rather, try to keep the freshman away from the “powdered sugar” on top of the doughnuts in the kitchen.

“Who invited Dobry?” A voice called from the top of the stairs, noticing the girls trickling into the common room.

“Not me!” Wes answered, trying to look innocent. “I’m not trying to get us in trouble after Katherine and the BBQ incident.”

“Don’t worry, Wes, we’ll vouch for you when campus security comes to kick us out.” Katherine said, kissing his cheek and crossing the room to join David on the makeshift dance floor.

It was a Dalton party. You couldn’t keep the freshman out anymore than you could keep the Dobry girls out it seemed. Lucy Westwood gave the cameras around the common room a good natured gesture, rude though it may be to her reclusive brother who refused to join them. Clay and Kaelan, their newest recruits into Windsor madness thought it was hilarious.

“You’re not scared he’ll do something to your Facebook?” Clay asked, buzzing despite Kurt steering him away from any of the Twins’ snacks.

Lucy looked at the freshman like he was nuts, “With all the blackmail I have on my brother dear, I don’t think so.”

“Wow, you’re so cool.” Clay said, wide-eyed as she flounced off in her four-inch pastel Mary-Janes. Kaelan knocked his shoulder to get him to pay attention to the Hanovers who were challenging them to table tennis with baseballs.

Across the room, a corner had already grown, with the twins in charge of the madness pulling people in as they tried to pass to go to the bathroom. You would not be released until you spun the bottle of Armagnac (emptied for this purpose).

“This is stupid.” Blaine said, roped into the circle of half-sober and mostly-high students.

“Oh stop being a wet blanket Anderson.” Adriana, one half of the warped mirror image Dobry had of the Brightmans, insisted. “Either spin, or go in a plant.”

“I am not going to the bathroom in the ferns…” Blaine said, horrified.

His boyfriend snorted, already captured into the circle. “I don’t know Blaine, these guys can’t take care of the ferns anyways.”

“We got Mom on board! Yeah!” Clay was hushed up again by Sara Tomlin, covering his mouth like she’d practiced it on her own freshman.

Blaine, reluctantly was forced to sit through the turns of Jeff and Lucy, tiny Regina Warburton and Brennan, and the catcalls of Derek Seigerson’s ex-girlfriend making a point to kiss Sadie Moore far longer than necessary.

“Wow, Casey, didn’t pick you for the other team.” Jackie said, nudging the Prima with her foot.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? It’s just a game. Duh.” Casey tossed her hair over her shoulder, winking at Sadie from across the circle. “How can I refuse an audience?”

“That’s the spirit Lambert!” Ethan and Evan chorused. “The rest of you should take notes.”

“It’s educational.”

“Isn’t that what we’re in school for?”

“The youth of tomorrow, learning tolerance one day at a time.” Ethan sighed, leaning against his brother’s shoulder dramatically, waving his hand at the circle.

Blaine rolled his eyes; trying to ignore Kurt and Reed’s laughter, or Shane’s giant smile at him.

Sebastian Smythe, there on the insistence of the Twins for the amount of chaos he’d already been causing in Stuart, passed by the circle with a bottle he dropped into Thad’s lap. “You guys are so boring. At least make it a drinking game.”

“If we’re so boring, why don’t you join?” Blaine accused.

Sebastian scoffed, “I already did my part. Ask your little scientist.”

Satoru blushed from across the circle, sitting next to Drew who just laughed. Thad took a fortifying swig from the bottle Sebastian had left them. He looked to be praying he’d get a girl; but the twins could be known to play tricks at parties like this.

“It was a good spin.” Neil confirmed, getting a shove from Satoru; who didn’t need reminding why his knees were tucked up to his chin.

“I bid you all a due.” Sebastian teased, with that faux-french accent of his lingering in their ears.  

“Come back, it’s more fun with you in.” Alessio called, already a little more than drunk and finished with his own spin. Mika’d let him off easy when he started to try and pet her hair during the kiss.

“Let it go.”

It was Shane’s turn next, landing on Adriana Brightman. He frowned for a moment. “I can re-spin right?”

“Of course you c-” Blaine started before the chorus of “NO!”s made him jump. He looked around, shocked to see even Reed insisting on no re-spins. Reed?

“It’s unfair! You don’t get to pick! You spin, you kiss!” Casey insisted.

“Kiss! Kiss!” Nadia tried to get them to chant before collapsing into giggles against Alexandra’s shoulder.

“Coward!” Andriana challenged, hands on her hips. “I betcha can’t!”

Shane frowned. “I can!”

Reed giggled and pushed his boyfriend forward, “Do it!”  

“Peer pressure, it works.” Evan commented, leaning forward with a devilish grin.

“They’re all so awful, I’m so proud.” Ethan continued.

Blaine glared, “Shut up you two, if he doesn’t want to-”

He didn’t get to finish because Reed and Andrea’s cheers cut him off. Shane broke away from Adriana, quickly enough some called foul, but he sat back on his feet and nodded proudly. “I’m no chicken!”

“There wasn’t even tongue!” Adriana complained.

“That’s optional.” Jackie shrugged. “Take it or leave it Brightman.”

“I am the greatest at this game!” Shane cheered; Reed patted his knee. “Yeah you are.”

Blaine would wonder why Reed was so supportive of this, until he saw the brownie crumbs littering the carpet around his brother and Reed. Ah, that’s what happened to Medel’s extra tray of brownies. Alright…

Next Neil O’Connor landed on Laura Bancroft, who took her kiss with the right amount of blustering embarrassment and confused elation- and then took Sadie out of the circle as they’d fulfilled their party duty. Dwight tried to escape the circle with them but was pulled back to Shane’s other side with a grunt. An attempt at good grace was made, failing when Laura could not clamber over the cross-legged group in a skirt without being a little awkward. Reed waved the two goodbye as they went to go bother Merril who had been avoiding that side of the room entirely.

“Can we get more Armagnac? Is that allowed?” Jackie asked.

“I’ll get some,” Blaine said about to get up before he was pulled back down.

“No way, you haven’t spun yet!” Ethan insisted.

“Fine! Then let me spin and leave!” Blaine insisted.

“Oh prefect, my prefect” Evan taunted. “It’s not nearly that easy!”

“He’s bringing the game down,” Andrea complained. “Let him spin and go.”

Blaine coloured, his cheeks heating up. “Uh-”

The chorus matched, and the bottle was passed to Blaine who twisted his wrist and prayed it didn’t land on Shane, or Reed, or-”

“Oliver?” Danny Abbot said, recently pulled into the circle.

“Wait, get the child out of here!”

“Who let Oliver sit here?”

Tiny Oliver Snow was promptly ejected from the circle; which they’d all been too out of it to notice he’d been in beforehand.  

Drew shook his head, “God, I can’t believe Blaine was going to kiss the kid!”

“I was not going to kiss Oliver!”

“I guess you can have a resp-respe- new spin! That’s it- have one of those now.” Casey said, mocking in good fun, tips

The bottle spun again, this time to land on someone probably worse than Reed, but not as bad as Shane.

“Okay Anderson, you know half the girls in Dobry would kill to have your chance.” Casey laughed as Sara moved out of her spot to the centre of the circle.

“I’m gay!” Blaine insisted.

“And you spun in a co-ed circle.” Sara said, a hand’s length away from his face. The catcalls mostly came from Shane, who was redirecting his own chicken taunts (helped in part by Reed). She smiled and Blaine closed his eyes tight; just to feel a cool kiss at the corner of his mouth.

He stopped cringing, but the rest of the circle booed. Sara shrugged their complaints off, “I’m not awful guys. Give Anderson a break.”

“You wasted a kiss with Sara Tomlin, I’m straight and I’d jump on that chance!” Jackie said, kicking her feet out.

“Sure you’re straight Blake.” The Double As accused to Jackie’s middle finger.

“Can I leave now?” Blaine asked, getting up.

Kurt took the bottle next, “I don’t know, maybe you want to stay for this one?”

Blaine flushed, ah yes maybe. Reed nudged his roommate as Blaine watched his boyfriend spin the bottle. Ethan and Evan looked excited until it, disappointingly for the rest of the group, landed on Blaine.

Kurt smiled, “There we go. I’ll take my kiss to go if you guys don’t mind.”

“Cheater!” Shane booed, without much feeling behind it. Sara and some of the Hanover boys laughed. Blaine found himself pulled away from the circle gratefully, tugged towards the wall to get a kiss he’d much prefer.

Blaine’s dissent aside, the game continued into chaos. Drew landed on Sara, earning more scorn from the girls in the group; but enough of a show, to let him be safe from too much booing. Alexandra got Ophelia, who immediately slipped her tongue into Alexandra’s mouth with her valley girl courage, leaving Alexandra flushed and quieter than usual- though behind her hand they could spot a shy smile forming.

Hoots and hollers continued when Ethan and Evan took the full bottle, newly delivered by Todd (who was then ordered to join the group) and spun it as a pair.

“We’ll get it finished off in no time.” Evan insisted, as it pointed square towards Thad who started sputtering excuses about the pair of them spinning being unfair. The catcalls overwhelmingly did not let him get out of the kiss. Ethan opened the bottle, passing it to his brother as the group convinced Thad to not run away.

“Come on Thad, would you rather them land on you twice?” Todd laughed, “I know what you write in the-”

“What happens in Midnight Writers, stays in Midnight Writers dammit Todd!” Thad yelled back, wobbling as he got up on his knees to stab a finger in Todd’s direction. Maybe he’d had too much of Sebastian’s vodka. Maybe not.

Casey pushed him back up into the centre of the circle. “Come on, you’re not dating them. It’s a little kiss.”

“Just a peck!” Shane called.

“Nothing but a smooch.” Reed giggled into his boyfriend’s shoulder, who was truly feeling the brownies now.

“You guys all suck.” Thad accused, getting in front of the twins with determination flagging as they looked at him like appraising a new conquest. “Uh, just a kiss.”

“Your virtue is safe with us,” Ethan assured him, sounding less trustworthy by the second.

“Unless you ask otherwise.” Evan finished; drawing more catcalls.

“Uh, well…” Thad closed his eyes and leaned forward, scrunching his face as Ethan just pulled him forward into his lap, shocking any refusal out of him. He would have pulled away and complained, until he felt a hand around the back of his neck and Ethan moved. By the time Evan pulled him over, he’d made the most embarrassing groan and was red as a tomato.

“That means nothing.” Thad said quickly; unconsciously biting his lip.

The Brightmans laughed. “Sure. Sure it did.”

If Thad then took a pillow to hug, distracted for the rest of the game, it was no one’s business but his own he insisted. The vodka was finished quickly after that.

With Ethan and Evan’s turn complete, it was Allison’s turn. It was obvious to anyone she wanted it to land on one of the girls, her words supporting the boys but every single kiss she’d watched with open-mouthed want happening between the girls. She’d been speechless when Jackie’s first round had landed on Laura, and she’d kissed her senseless.

The bottle landed on Reed; Allison’s mouth twisted downwards, disappointed. Reed didn’t look so upset as she did, his boyfriend giggling and encouraging him like they’d done earlier.

“Why do we keep making the gay guys kiss girls?” Andrea complained. “It’s not fun.”

“Who said I’m gay?” Reed cut in, boldly as Allison blushed. The Dalton boys cheered him on, including his own boyfriend.

Allision pouted, she hadn’t wanted Van Kamp, she’d wanted Satoru, or Danny Abbot, she insisted to herself. But she couldn’t look like a chicken, planting herself in front of Reed determined.

Reed looked at her kindly. “I could do what Sara did for Blaine-”

She frowned at the older boy, talking under her breath. “That wouldn’t be fair.”

“It’s just a game-”

“Well I’m not gay like him, so I’m not chickening out.” She said sharply, keeping it quiet between the haze of his curls and her long hair falling in her face.

“Okay.” Reed said, unsure, leaning up to the taller girl to kiss her.

He tasted like brownies, and she was startled at how soft his mouth was. Fingers with band-aids on each one settled on her shoulders as they both swayed. It made sense; the twins wouldn’t let you walk away from one of their parties if you could just as easily crash on the floor because you’d gone so off the edge. She nipped at his lower lip, in a game that usually had boys wanting more; but felt rather empty as he pulled away from her with a simply smile, lingering no more than the cheering around them demanded. It was weird, she felt so detached for a moment.

“You’re a good kisser.” He said to her.

She frowned deeper. “Whatever.”

Sitting back, Allison passed the bottle over to Danny- who had been her actual choice, and she hoped he’d hand on her.

He didn’t in fact; Danny’s spin finding Todd across the circle, to Todd’s own quiet snort.

“Come on Danny boy, let’s see what Wes is missing out on.” Todd beckoned.  

“Hey!” Wes said, hearing his name from the bathroom door. Danny tried not to look at him as he was pulled in for a long kiss.

“I knew it’d be fluffy.” Todd said, ruffling Danny’s hair, pushing him back to his side of the circle.

“You’re as bad from the as Alessio.” Mika said, barely heard over the music; though she said it with good humour, rebraiding her hair before more drunk students decided it held the secret of life and messed it up again.

“What? Its not a crime to appreciate the finer things in life.” Todd joked, one leg out and smiling.

“You’re certainly much less shy about it than last time there was a Windsor party.” Dwight pointed out, supporting Mika.

Todd grinned at his roommate. “Life is too short to not ruffle people’s hair. Unstuff your shirt Dwight, if they’re not a demon I say they’re free game.”

Dwight opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by the twins cheering on Andrea and Marcus Holland- who’d shown up despite his own misgivings about his former house. Another two left the circle, another few joined.

Casey spun again and landed on the twins, who had a much more eager- if less vocal- partner this time. Jeff’s second spin got Shane, who was an enthusiastic partner.

Jackie then took over, the bottle finished off again; it was her third spin of the game, as she’d been having too much fun to leave the circle. She’d been hoping for another Dobry girl, or at least one of her friends from the Motorbike bros, so at least she could have one she could go overboard and funny with. Todd would go along with it, even if Sadie’d already left the circle.

One person off wasn’t bad she supposed. “Okay Houston, pucker up.”

Todd laughed at his roommate, who looked ready to scramble up the walls. “She won’t bite.”

“I object to the moral grounding of this game!”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t disappoint me.”

Dwight blushed, “Hey!”

She bit her lip, crawling across the carpet with wicked humour in her eyes. “It’s only a kiss.”

“HOW COULD IT END UP LIKE THIS?” Shane yelled, rather than sang from beside them.

The circle burst into an impromptu sing-a-long, covering up the small squeak Dwight made when Jackie kissed him, softer than she would have liked, but the confused smile on his face was worth it. She punched his shoulder gently, “Told you it’d be fine.”

“No wonder you hang out with Sadie, you’re scary just like her.” Dwight said, using the sing-a-long to get up and scuttle around the circle to escape.

“Do I kiss like her?” She asked amused.

Dwight went a plum red, “I- what- NO!”

“Oh, so she’s better than me?”

“I have never- she’s my fr- AH!” Dwight threw up his hands and hurried into the other side of the room like he was being chased.

Todd snorted besides Dwight’s vacated seat. The circle was falling apart; around them various Primas, Royals, Hanovers, Windsors, and a couple of Stuarts ended up pairing off, singing or sharing drinks, or just starting up a contest of trying to climb the stairs without using their arms or legs (of which Thad was surprisingly winning).

Jackie nudged his shoulder, shoving Todd against the bookshelf to make room. “Is he always like this?”

“Most of the time.” Todd said, loudly enough she could hear him. “I’m surprised he didn’t throw salt at everyone a round earlier. He might have if he’d gotten the twins and not Kurt on his turn.”

“God, how can you live with him?” Jackie asked. “I’d go nuts.”

“He’s a good guy.” Todd assured her. “Besides, you’re worse than he could ever be. You jumped a car in the Denny’s parking lot last time we went out. I should be asking your roommates the same question.”

“I’m a special brand of weird.” Jackie insisted, sticking her tongue out at him. He pinched it- her screeching in response sending him into laughter. “You’re awful!”

“You love me Jackie, come on.” Todd teased, tapping the abandoned bottle at her.

“Hey, you landed on me, you know what that means.” She said, taking the bottle out of his hand. “No take backs.”

“I didn’t spin it.”

Jackie turned it around once clumsily and then pointed it back at herself. “There. I win.”

He rolled his eyes, but she got her wish anyways; pulling him down against her mouth with a smile, twisting her tongue against his as the party raged around them. She felt his hand in her hair, pulling at the thick strands. She’d have to make fun of him for that later. She braced against the bookshelf, swinging a knee over him to get closer to him.  

“We should get some water. Just… cause.” Todd panted, unable to move back, wedged against the bookshelf the way they were. His glasses were askew, but the warm flush to his face made it look infinitely less dorky.

“Is there water in your room?” She asked, grinning into another kiss.

“Jackie…”

“Is there?”

“…yes.”

“Well then let’s go.”

The party continued long into the night. Some disappeared upstairs; others just fell asleep on the common room floor. Lucy was found curled up under the sink after winning an impromptu game of hide-and-seek which had ended 3 hours prior.

Han only flicked through his view screens; looking for campus security by the time 5am rolled around and he had to sound the alarm to disperse. No one thanked him for it; but when did they ever?

The twins called it one of their best parties ever.

Logan Wright called it an affront to good taste.

Julian Larson was just mad his invitation had been sent via carrier pigeon- because he really wanted to come.

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Note: Everyone except my OC Ophelia is a canon “Season 2″ character.  I am not tagging every single character in this, by god that is far too many for an ensemble fic. I also give up because there would be too many potential ship tags. 

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Sacrifice- Jaehyun

Word count: 3k

Genre: angst

Request: hi i really loved your scenarios so i was wondering if you could write one for jaehyun where he and the reader obviously have feelings for each other (little moments here and there) but can't be together because of sm and all the other members see them and watch them developing their own thing in a way? id like it to be the members pov maybe? fluffy and a bit angsty idk? thank you! keep up the good work! :)

A/N: Hii, I'm so sorry it took me like 124724 years but here it is! I did get a little carried away writing this (as you can tell by the swear words and my ending) and I'm sorry that it's not that fluffy, I just wanted to show another side of life I guess? (does that even make sense) I hope you like it despite all of that and thank you so much for your kind words, always means a lot to hear from you guys:) 

  There was something about fall that you always found comforting. Maybe it was the fact that wearing a hoodie was a given or maybe it was just its traditional aromas that made you feel at ease. Regardless, you felt a bit better facing your day because of that very fact. You were currently a trainee under SM Entertainment and had been for almost a year now.

You were one of the most praised trainees (also one of the most famous ones among the fans) thanks to your fast learning abilities and natural talent. Little did you know, the company had big plans for you.

As a trainee, you had some times where you were lonely. Your success wasn't very well received among the other trainees resulting in them secluding you from their group. You could understand to a certain extent which was why you weren't mad at them for behaving as such.

You sought comfort in other people which happened to be the already debuted members of the company (since they wouldn't judge you for your popularity but actually praise you for it). You got along particularly well with the NCT members, especially since there were so many of them.

Which is why it was normal for you to burst into their dance practice after you were done with your own.

"Heyyy look who's here!" Johnny spotted you first.

You smiled tiredly, collapsing on the sofa. You motioned for them to continue as you laid there. Before long, they decided to take a break.

"You okay there?" Jaehyun asked worriedly.

Jaehyun had been a sweetheart from the getgo. Always looking out for you, bringing you coffee when he thought you were tired from practice, standing up for you when the trainees decided to insult you just for the hell of it.

 If you were being honest, he was also your favorite and you may or may not have developed a little crush on the said boy (although the other boys would argue that you had a rather big crush on him but what did they know).

"I'm okay, tired from practice that's all."

"We can all get supper after this!" You heard Yukhei shout. Of course, he'd want to eat, you thought.

What you weren't telling the boys is that the company had recently forced you to undergo a very strict diet so you were consideringly weakened by it (which reflected in your current exhaustion after only a few hours of practice).

***

"What should we get?" The boys wondered whilst browsing the menu.

You knew you were only going to drink water and eat some vegetables at most, which the boys picked up on, but Taeyong advised them to keep their mouths shut as the "mother" he was. You probably had enough on your plate already (no pun intended).

"Hey, did you have supper already?" Jaehyun asked when the two of you were falling behind.

"Oh, yeah. Had a big lunch." You counter-argued, making yourself cringe at the lie. Jaehyun frowned too, grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking further.

"You know you can't lie to me."

"I'm just doing this diet and it's strict, that's all." Your cheeks heated up when you realized he still hadn't let go of you.

"For the record, I think you look fine like this." He lowered his gaze, removing his hand to place them in his pockets instead.

"Thanks." You muttered under your breath, accelerating to catch up to the rest of the group.

***

"(Y/N), come see me in my office at 1 pm today. Important news."

A rather stressful note had been stuck on your door it seemed. It was just 7 am, but you were dreading it already. All the possible scenarios were jumbled together in the mess your mind was at this hour. What if he didn't want me as a trainee anymore? What if I need to stop eating altogether? What if the fans don't like me anymore?

You decided a shower would help divert your thoughts to something else for the time being. It was finally the time to head over to the CEO's office after long hours of staring at the ceiling and trying to distract yourself in vain.

You knocked twice.

"Come in." His eyes were busy studying a paper before him. "Oh, (Y/N), you're here. Sit down."

You did as you were asked, gulping too loudly. After a few minutes of achingly painful silence, he finally looked up from his paper.

"So. You're probably wondering why I called you in here."

You nodded politely.

"Well. As you know, you are one of our most promising trainees. Which is why we want to debut you and 3 other girls in a new girl group. The debut would be a few months from now, but we just wanted to let you know what our plans were."

 Your hand covered your mouth at the news.

"Are you serious?" You could hardly believe it.

"Yes, you deserve it."

You smiled so much your face hurt, but that was the least of your concerns. You were actually going to realize your dream and soon at that. You jumped in excitement, thanking him endlessly for everything. He simply smiled knowingly.

"Now, now. This also means that you need to double your efforts in practice and in dieting. Also, I've caught wind that you've been hanging out with NCT. That can't go on anymore."

Your face fell at the sudden news. You weren't going to be able to see your friends anymore?

"What?"

"That's all. I'll be in touch."

He bowed, signaling it was time for you to leave. The walk back to your dorm was a heart-wrenching one. You were getting to live your dream soon, but you would have to give up the only friends you'd made since you got here. You knew how much your family had sacrificed to get you here and you didn't want to take advantage of any of that, but was it actually worth losing people over?

***

You decided to distance yourself from the group while still being there occasionally. There was nothing wrong with interacting with your colleagues, was there?

  Taeyong's POV

There had been something on (Y/N)'s mind for a while now, that much was clear. We didn't really know what it was, but I had learned early on that it was best to leave things be. "She would tell us when she was ready" was how I had convinced the other members to adopt the same attitude as me.

Jaehyun and (Y/N) had wandered off again, they had developed a habit of doing so. You would have to be blind not to see that they were attracted to each other. I doubted they'd pursue anything, but it was definitely there.

(Y/N) had a calmer feel about her when they came back. Jaehyun looked at her with that stupid grin of his and I couldn't help but feel sad that it couldn't work out for the both of them.

They deserved to be happy and loved, but I knew better than to encourage them to embrace their love for each other, there was just too much at stake.

As there always was when you were an idol.

  Regular POV

Hunger was the worst demon of them all. Since doubling your dieting "efforts", you had figured out that much. You were restricted to piteous amounts of food every day, feeling as though you were in a concentration camp during WW2. The example was extravagant, but you felt so awful that it couldn't even be described in words.

You massaged your temples in an attempt to chase a headache away without much luck. You were on the verge of tears when a knock on your door startled you. You opened it half-heartedly.

"Jaehyun? Hum.. what's up?"

With one look at you, his eyes grew wide.

"Jesus (Y/N), what have they been doing to you?" He burst in, cupping your face to better examine your colorless face.

"Stricter diet, it's... fine." You could barely let out the last word.

"It's not right." He shook his head, suddenly becoming aware of how serious your condition was.

You just shrugged, knowing full well that idols had to endure such pain to succeed.

"It's worth it." You smiled encouragingly.

He wrapped his arms around your now tiny waist, holding you close to him. It took you a moment to return the hug, feeling as though there was something more to it than just a friendly hug. For a reason he didn't even comprehend himself, a single tear fell down his cheek. He pulled away soon after.

He caressed your cheek lovingly, a sad smile on his face. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, hesitant. Before he could even process what he was doing, his lips were on yours. You returned the kiss before long, your hands coming up to rest on his neck. He deepened the kiss, pulling your body even closer which made you gasp. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

"Was that okay?"

"Yeah." You giggled at the silliness of his question.

You spent the night cuddled on your couch, enjoying a marathon of cheesy movies on Netflix (which he was secretly a sucker for, not that he was going to admit that to you) and you wished you could stay like this forever.

But before you knew it, it was the next day and Jaehyun was nowhere to be seen.

Deep down, you knew it was a mistake. No matter how much you liked Jaehyun, you had committed to the company and you had to respect what they asked of you especially since they were the one who controlled the strings of your success.

You ran your hands through your hair, letting out a frustrated groan. Why was it so hard to choose? Why did you even have to choose to begin with?

  Ten's POV

We had all decided to surprise (Y/N) at her dorm for her birthday. The last thing we were expecting was for her to look so distraught when she opened the door.

"Happy birthday!" We all yelled in unison as we had practiced beforehand.

A small smile formed on her lips, but nothing more.

"Don't worry, there aren't any fruits on the cake." I tried to make her laugh since we shared a hatred of fruits.

"Oh, you bought a cake."

"Not in a party mood?" I asked.

"I'm just so exhausted, you know?"

I reminisced about the times when I was in her position, remembering the details vividly. It was always horrible the first few weeks, it would get better. I had been one of the lucky ones.

"It'll be okay. If you need any help with your dancing, you can always come to me." She smiled in thanks.

The second Jaehyun sat down next to her, her mood seemed to lighten up a bit. What was that about?

  Johnny's POV

(Y/N) had probably lost around 20 pounds since the last time I saw her and she was naturally skinny which said a lot. At least Jaehyun was keeping her on her feet, he was doing more than all of us.

But then again, they were obviously in love with each other so it wasn't like there was much we could do.

"When did this start?" I found myself asking Jaehyun when (Y/N) had left for the bathroom.

"When did what start?"

"Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about! You and (Y/N)."

"There's nothing going on, we're friends." He looked down, blushing.

"Dude, you're blushing."

Before I could get an answer, (Y/N) came back.

We managed to lift her spirits before the end of the night which was a good sign. We all said goodnight and went back to the dorms.

  Regular POV

A text woke you up from the power nap you were trying to appreciate. It read "My office in 30 min." Getting a message from the boss was never a good sign, but how cryptic it was did not aid in comforting you the least bit. He was obviously not happy with you. You got out of bed reluctantly, putting on some baggy clothes before heading over.

"I thought I told you to stay away?" The question startled you, showing you a new side of your employer.

"I'm sorry, sir. I've tried to stay away as much as possible."

"You're not very good at that, are you? Do you even know what you're risking by disobeying me, young lady?" He took a step forward, anger evident in his eyes.

"Yes, sir. It won't happen again."

"It better not. And lose another 5 pounds while you're at it, you'd never fit in idol clothes looking like that."

You ran away from the office, quietly sobbing. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You had developed an eating disorder through this stupid diet and now he wanted you to lose even more weight? And you couldn't see the people who were the only reason you weren't completely falling apart? What fucked up world were you living in?

One where you had to give up your chance at happiness for your career, it seemed. You cried yourself to sleep, not knowing how you'd break the news to your friends.

***

You had been ignoring them for a week now, refusing any contact with them. Something like what followed was bound to happen, especially given who the person was. Jaehyun stormed in furiously, daggers in his eyes. You simply looked at him with exhaustion in yours.

"Are you ignoring me?"

"It's for the best." You bit your lip.

"How the fuck is it for the best, (Y/N)? You can't just pretend there's nothing between us."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

"Okay, so what if there's something between us? I'm still risking my entire career which by the way hasn't even started yet."

"Oh, and you think  I'm not risking anything?"

"Jaehyun, that's not the point! Don't you think  I want to be happy? Don't you think I'd be with you if I could? I'm telling you it's not my god damn choice!" You were crying by now.

"This doesn't have to be the end, (Y/N)." He stepped closer, you stepped back.

"Yes, it does. We can't be together, we both know that. It's impossible to ask of the company. I can't just start my career with a scandal and you should understand that."

He lowered his gaze, knowing deep down that you were right.

"I wish things were different, Jae. I really wish we'd met before, but there's nothing we can do now." You paused."I'm sorry, I'm just so... exhausted."

And as if to confirm your last words, your vision started to get blurry. The last thing you saw before slipping out of consciousness was the worried expression on Jaehyun's face.

***

*Beep, beep, beep* were the only sounds you could make out when you woke up. It was the sound of your heart beating on the machine from the hospital. Everything in your body hurt and you wondered if you hadn't actually fallen from the 10th floor.

"You're awake."

You had hoped to hear Jaehyun's voice say those exact words to you for a split second, before realizing it was a nurse addressing you.

"How long have I been out?"

"Two days, sweetie. You were severely malnourished, we had to keep you here for observation."

You nodded, processing the information. Well, what a great start to idol life: fainting because of too strict diets.

The nurse left when she noticed a silhouette standing at the door. The color drained from your face when you identified the person as your CEO. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I came here to apologize. I realize I have been rather demanding of you and I'm sorry. You can return to a normal diet after you've gotten better."

He patted your head awkwardly. Just as he was about to leave the room, he looked over to you sympathetically.

"I'm afraid I can't allow you to be friends with NCT even with the light of the last few days' events." He smiled as if to say sorry and left.

It's okay, you'll be friends with them after this is all over, you tried telling yourself. Didn't help much though, because who knew when this would be over?

You lay in bed staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, silent tears rolling down your cheeks.

***

You were released from the hospital the next day. You were granted a rest day to get your strength back. You decided to just relax and enjoy the short-lived time off. You saw Jaehyun in the halls, but you didn't dare look him in the eye. And that's what it would have to be. Because your dreams were far more important than some love interest, even if that same love interest meant so much to you.

Which is also why this is how your story ends. Because Romeo and Juliet's story didn't end with happily ever after, but with tragedy and loss. Because life is not always fair and that's something people should understand. Because love is a blessing in itself, but it is also a sacrifice that needs to be made in the light of certain events.

You would probably find someone else later or you wouldn't, but that didn't matter then. What did matter is that you had made a choice. And that choice was to follow your dreams and make the most out of them. So you hoped your sacrifice wasn't in vain, because you sure as hell didn't want to wake up to find out it had all been for nothing.

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[justoneday-namjoonii]

Monet & Van Gough

pairing: Jimin x you x Taehyung genre: fluff. love Triangle. artist au. summary: You are assigned seating between two of the best art students in class. They feud over two things, art and you. a/n: I actually controlled myself. I made a one shot instead of starting a whole new series yayy 🌸

Delicate strokes of your paintbrush, classical music flowing through the earbuds as you glanced at the vase of flowers on the table. Dipping your brush in the water you tap it on the side of the glass cup, getting the excess water off. The professor instructed the classroom to paint the flowers the way their mind interprets. You used watercolors and painted on the off-white canvas, your art always looked a bit different. Not bad, just not common.

“That’s really pretty Y/N.” Jimin, the boy who always sat to your right smiled genuinely, cleaning off his brush to continue with a different color. You smiled, taking a peek at his canvas and you were always impressed with his work. It was so stunning, the watercolors were so precise and skillfully painted—you’d like to paint as well as him one day.

“Really? I think yours is much better than mine.” You went back to painting, gaining a bit of confidence form the simple compliment. “But thank you.”

“Yeah, you paint so well.” Taehyung, the boy who sat on your left leaned back in his chair just to get a better look at the picture, yellow paint on his fingers as he pointed at your simple vase.

“Thank you, Tae.” You smiled, adding some white to the purple paint to your paint palette. The flowers were fairly easy but you found yourself struggling to start the petals, in fear you would mess them up.

“What's with all the yellow?” Jimin commented. You saw he was looking at Taehyungs canvas, there was a lot of yellow but it was still pretty in your opinion. “The flowers are purple.”

“He said to paint them the way I perceive them. I perceive them as yellow.” He cooed, continuing to do his own thing. 

“You can’t perceive a different color,” Jimin mumbled.

“Why do you have a pond in the background? Last time I checked we weren’t outside. You perceived a whole new fucking backdrop...” Tae defended as he cursed innocently in your eyes and Jimin glared at him.

“A different scenery is practical. That’s what you call artistic, it’s creative.” Jimin put down his paintbrush, reaching for a different one to portray a thinner line of paint.

“y/n, which do you like better? His or mine?” Tae broke you from your concentration by tapping your shoulder. You couldn’t understand why they needed to win so much, they both painted beautifully.

“I’m not going to choose, they’re both good in their on way.” You were about sick of them fighting over this, you focused on your painting, trying your best to ignore them and make the teacher believe you weren’t apart of this fued.

Jimin grinned. “You know you like mine better, you can say it. It’s okay to hurt his feeling a little bit. My art is-”

Tae flicked yellow painting on him before he could properly finish, some of that yellow pain got on his painting. “Oops, my fingers slipped.” He chuckled.

“What the hell?!” He looked down at his white sweater, “you’re gonna pay for this.”

“Mr. Kim and Mr. Park, since you two paint so much you can stay after class to clean up.” He glared at the two, seeing that their attention was more of each other than him. “Class dismissed, put your paintings up and we’ll continue next class. Have a nice weekend.” He packed up his things and he was out of here.

Meanwhile you watched the two of them passive aggressively putting up their material. The class room slowly started to empty but you purposely took your sweet time, watching them argue like children.

“That’s the wrong one, put the blue one there.” Jimin mumbled, pointing to the correct cabinets.

“You do it.” Tae shoved the bucket into Jimin’s arms and he had no choice but to hold it as he glared at that kid. “Quit bossing me around...” 

Jimin leered at the eccentric boy. “If you stop half doing stuff I wouldn’t have to-”

“Guys, do you want me to help?” You offered, you wanted to calm some of the tension between them.

“No, it’s okay, there’s no reason for you to be punished too.” Tae looked at you with a genuine smile but you grabbed the brush from him anyway.

“I’ll help you anyway.” You took the brushes from the back of the class so you could put them in the sink. 

“Thanks, Y/n.”Jimin walked behind you. “Y’know, I saw the mural at the dance center, you did a great job.” He stood beside you, getting a cloth to dry the brushes you’re washing. He referred to the mural you did last week, they told you there was a paid mural painting opportunity for art students, getting paid was enough for you to volunteer. 

“You did? Thank you, I tried my best.” That the first time anyone had complimented you on them,it took a lot of time so a compliment like that means a lot from an artist like Jimin.

“So,” Taehyung came to lean against the sink counter and smile. “I wanted to ask if you’d like to go to that new museums grand opening, I hear it’s supposed to be really nice. It’s tomorrow, at 5. Do you want to go?” The mere mention of a museum had you smiling from ear to ear.

“Oh my gosh Tae, are you serious? I’d love to go.” You giggled, giving Tae a big hug despite your wet hands getting on the back of his shirt a bit.

Jimin had to quickly but in, seeing as his plan to ask you was being ruined. “What a coincidence, I have tickets to the same museum.”

“Oh yeah?” Tae said sarcastically. “Well, pity you’ll have to go alone.” He snickered.

“Y/n, do you want to go with me?” Jimin had to ask, with those puppy dog eyes and the sweet way he asked, how could you turn him down?

“No, she wants to go with-”

“How about we all go together!” That was a brilliant idea. “It’ll be fun!” 

Tae made a slightly disgusted face. “All three of us?”

Jimin cringed at thought. “Together?...”

You nodded eagerly, running over to the desk to grab your backpack with delight thoughts of you and your two good friends going out to look at art. Going with one of them would be more than enough but the both of them would make it all the more exciting.

"I'll see you guys 5 o’clock sharp!” And you left them, leaving them speechless.

The two of them stood there glaring at each other, trying to adjust to the fact that they’d be shoulder going out with each other and not just you like they had in mind. Of course, you were oblivious to that, you just thought you were going out with you good friends and having fun. But little did you know, they’d be at each other’s throats just to get you to themselves. The two of them would be competeing for your affection—but how could you pick between them?