#heal soon pookie bear

[dewarism]

joseph you are so gorgeous

[brrrkdslek]

QUADRILATERAL LOVE!

✦ 007 — POOKIE BEAR😍🫶🏻🫧

you walked towards the garden that is connected to the hospital, boomi clung onto your arm with his left arm while he held onto the IV pole with his right hand.

you had admitted him into an expensive hospital with a vip room, which was why there was barely any people in the garden and in the hospital in general.

you had a big smile spread across your face as you listened to your little ramble on about the hospital life. you had always looked up to him,

how he could be so optimistic even through such hard times. how he could smile so happily and never get bored of this place, "noona what have you been up to?"

you both sat at the large wooden swing bench, "hm, not much. just the usual stuff y'know?" you smiled as you ruffled his hair.

he giggled, "oh right! your performance for inkigayo was so cool, it was so fun to watch!" he stood up, "it was so amazing, you went like this and like that—"

he imitated your dance choreography stiffly, "—like it was so fast, i couldn't even keep up!" at this point the boy was getting weird looks with how loud he was being as he jumped up and down.

you watched the boy sympathetically, the red spots ran down his neck and under his hospital gown. you imagined how much faster he would've healed if you had taken him to a hospital when he was younger.

you worked as a bar's bartender ever since you were 14 to provide for you and himself, ever since your father left when you were 5, your mother became mentally unstable.

she would often zone out and would be insensitive from time to time. it was around the time she lost her job due to stress when you started working instead, trying your best to understand and sympathise with your mother.

soon after, boomi was diagnosed with leukemia after showing signs of multiple symptoms. he was bedridden and seldomly went outside, you on the other hand applied to KQ and became a trainee.

the main reason was because of your brother. you found enjoyment in rapping and dancing along the way of being a trainee, and had multiple jobs as baristas during your free time.

you were delighted when you were informed that you were gonna debut with your friends. during this time you worked extra hard to repay all the trainee debt that have piled up, while paying for your brother's hospital fees.

soon after you started receiving money did you transfer your brother to the hospital he currently resided in. the service was better and there were few people which lowered his nerves.

your heart ached every time you're reminded of his painful cries, skinny body and red spots that littered all over his body.

you never felt the need to tell anyone, until chaewon asked about any siblings you had. chaewon was somebody you trusted with your entire heart, that day you spilled everything and cried your heart out.

you two formed an even closer bond after that. you never wanted people to pity or think you were weak so you tried your best to hide any information on your background.

you teared up as you watched your now happy little brother jump around in excitement as he talked about the park just down the street.

"noona...? why are you crying..." boomi sat down and held your hand in his, you looked down to see the iv that was stuck in his veins. you cried more at that.

"i'm sorry... boomi-ah, i'm sorry i can't ever give you the life you want—" you looked up at him and cupped his cheeks as his own tears started welling up in his eyes.

"—you can't ever get you to school, make friends, you can't even get out of this place because i was too late... if only i had sent you here sooner maybe you wouldn't still be sick."

your breathe was shaky as you stroked his now tear-stained cheeks, "if only i worked harder, tried harder. if only i was better back then, as good as i am now... i hate seeing you like this, you're my everything—"

you ran your hand across the red spots that grew on his neck, so close to his jawline. the boy cried as he buried himself in your neck, hugging you tightly.

"—i would kill myself if you died, how could i live with myself if y-"

"no! do-don't say that, noona... my life is great already, i'm still alive and you're still here with me. this is all i can ever ask for!"

you look up to the sky for a minute, stroking his hair with one hand while the other held him closely, but gently. as if he was glass, fragile and could break whenever.

he was right. all you ever had was each other, he was your motivation, your inspiration, your everything. it was absolute the moment you held him in your arms after he was born, the way he looked up at you with those pretty doe eyes, it made you smile.

"sorry, love. i won't talk about it anymore, m'kay?" you held his face out and wiped the stray tears that are still rolling down his cheeks. "i'm sorry... don't cry anymore, okay? i promise i'll live a long life, with or without you."

boomi finally showed a smile at that, "okay! then i'll also try to live a long life, so i can be with you forever, noona!" you two giggled and cuddled again.

you both cuddled on the bench for a few more hours, enjoying the silence in each other's arms. that's what you had always needed to relieve your stress, everything that had built up until that moment were all forgotten the moment he was in your arms.

you woke up after a while and carried him back to his room. you tucked him in and put his 7 years old bear plush, that you got him for his birthday, in his arms.

you gave him a goodnight kiss and picked up your bag. just as you were about to leave, a small hand yanked at your sleeve, "noona... can you stay, until i fall asleep again?"

he smiled shyly as you let out a breathy laugh and pulled the chair towards his bedside, holding his hand as he got comfortable again.

you sat in silence, only stroking his har and humming soft tunes to the boy. when you heard his soft snores, you got your things, gave him one final forehead kiss and started heading back to the dorms.

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©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[silvermahogany]

Bro I need to know more about Iolys every scrap of information you post about that freak haunts me /pos

UEHEHEH

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE

Jeremy and Jessie dont read this im about to spoil literally everything

Ouuugh Iolys,,, my pookie bear.. my specialest princess... my poor tortured boy......

A tempest cleric of Tiamat currently at level 7 in the campaign im playing him in, he specialises in spells surrounding thunder and lightning as well as utility and healing. He fights long range and sucks at close combat, though he does carry a shortsword and has means to skitter away if enemies get too close.

Ive fucked about with his tiefling traits a lot and cat coded him to the EXTREME. His legs are slightly feline, though his feet arent entirely pawlike theyre definitely not. Normal. And he has small spikes all over his body. His skin is similar to a shark's being smooth when brushed one direction but brush and even a little sharp when brushed the wrong way. His teeth are pointed so sharp that he finds them to be inconvenient, hes always catching on his lips and tongue and struggles to eat small grain foods or anything that requires molars. He has to focus extra hard whenever he eats anything to not chew the inside of his cheek to shreds. He also gets regular neck pain from how heavy his horns are, they nearly double the weight of his head.

He sleeps as curled up as far as human anatomy will allow with his tail fully wrapped around, unless hes sleeping nect to something/someone he cares about. Then his tail will wander and wrap itself around them in his sleep, holding onto them tight as if scared theyll disappear in the night. Despite his practiced disinterested autism stare, his tail will often give away his true feelings, lashing when hes angry and thumping happily on the ground when praised.

Hes an avid collector of gemstones and shiny stones, always carrying a bag of precious gems on his travels. Some of them are used for his tithing ritual, the prayer to Tiamat performed each night where the worshipper must bury a gem and pray for the dragon queen's power, but many he just keeps because he likes them. Close companions will often find gems of their favourite colours at the bottom of their bags... though he doesnt admit to knowing where they came from.

His personality is somewhat contradictory. The cult taught him to be sharp and cruel to outsiders, to not allow others to get too close lest they distract him from his objectives. Upon first meetings, he will be snarky and dismissive, but he doesnt have it in him to be truly mean to most. If you stick with him for a week or two and not let his cutting words drive you away, he softens remarkably quick, still retaining his sarcasm but behaving much more like a gentle housecat than a pointy stray. Hes remarkably quick to trust, desperate for human connection, and will do borderline anything for the people he cares about.

He doesnt know how to show affection in normal ways, having spend his whole life worshipping some god or another, and so worship is how he cares for people. He'll buy them gifts, offer them gold and gemstones and protect them with his life. He'll often side with his loved ones even if theyre blatantly in the wrong, and will hype up theyre passions in an attempt to make them feel good about themselves. He seems shellshocked whenever recieving gifts in return, and will treasure anything his friends give to him.

hrm,, ok backstory time strap in

Iolys was born to a human mother and tiefling father, third generation of the tiefling curse in his bloodline. However at a few months old, he and his parents were attacked by bandits while travelling and both of his birth parents were killed.

He was found soon after by a hunting patrol of the nearby clan of golden dragonborn, the Dordeldrons. They were a small village of Bahamut followers, a few hundred in numbers, living nearby in a forest clearing, and they took pity on the crying infant. They gave his parents burials, and returned with him to their home.

Not long before this time, one of the Dordeldron women had recently suffered a miscarriage, and fell immediately in love with the orphaned tiefling child that the clan was struggling to figure out what to do with. Her name was Lorxious, and she happily volunteered to raise him as her own. As he was born female, Lorxious gave him a feminine name in her native tongue of draconic meaning 'survivor', however as he would ask later in childhood if he could be a boy instead, she happily agreed to give him a new name. One that surely encompassed all he had been through, one with deep meaning that people would admire-

"Can it be dragon themed?"

... and so in reference the higher fallen dragon deity Io Asgaroth, she renamed him Iolys.

He grew into a strong and curious child, given all the love and care one could need. Lorxious taught him draconic so that he would better fit in with the rest of the clan, whilst teaching herself infernal to teach to him in turn so that he would feel better connected to his tiefling roots. She taught him to sew basic stitches, to cook simple foods, and to care for the livestock that the village maintained. he grew a strong love for the animals, sitting for hours with the highland cows brushing their fur and plaiting small braids into their hair claiming he 'wanted them to see better'. Not all of the clan were eager to accept an outsider into their ranks, especially not one of infernal lineage, but Lorxious stood her ground. She would swiftly shut down any comments thrown his way and put pressure on the clan's educators to intercept any bullying the second it arose. Despite a rocky start, Lorxious' efforts saw that Iolys grew to be accepted by the clan, and before he even reached double digits most would see him as one of Dordeldron's own.

Very quickly, he began to take in interest in the clan's worship of Bahamut. He would beg Lorxious to take him to the sermons held in their modest church, listening with an intent that caught the attention of even the clan's priest. This interest in Bahamut would soon extend to other gods of all kinds, the library becoming his new favourite place as he researched all matters of deities. From the few known overdeities to the lesser known demigods, he would spend hours upon hours reading of their histories, their powers, conflicts with other gods, their rituals and convents. He took particular interest in ancient gods, those who had long fallen leaving scraps of their past glory to be uncovered. But above them all, he put his full faith in Bahamut.

He became one of the most eager worshippers of the platinum king in the clan, near obsessively learning his doctrine and history down to each word of every hymn. He would proudly announce to Lorxious his desire to become a priest, and travel spreading Bahamut's word of peace and justice, which she happily encouraged. As a young teenager, the clan priest Calrur offered for him to become his apprentice, which he was overjoyed to accept.

But along with his pure enthusiasm for Bahamut and admiration for other deities, Io's curiosity didn't stop at gods of the good alignment. All through his life he heard cautionary tales being sung of Bahamut's sister and enemy Tiamat, and how everybody seemed to speak of her with fear and distaste. Surely she couldn't stand up to Bahamut, could she? He who resided on the great Mount Celestia, king of justice who spread order and peace amongst man. He was surely unbeatable.

As time went on, so did his questions multiply. He focused his research deeper into the cult of the dragon, learning the workings of Tiamat's convent and how they terrorised good people wherever they lurked in the shadows. With his newfound apprenticeship he was allowed access to the church's archives, and he greatly took advantage of this to read every scrap of literature on the dragon gods he could find.

The archives were limited, but contained many ancient tomes that Calrur warned him told of rituals that must never be cast. But his fascination overrode reason.

One tome in particular caught his interest and for weeks he could think of nothing else. It was old and battered, containing more ripped and ruined pages than intact ones, and little could be made out from its faded text. He spent hours upon hours studying it, restoring whatever pages he could and memorising each arcane rune it showed. One page depicted a summoning circle that listed no origin and no result. it simply showed the symbols to replicate and listed the required components. And Iolys' curiosity overpowered reason.

Freshly turned 14, he took the tome from the archive behind Calrur's back, and returned to the church later that night with everything the ritual needed. He offered a prayer to Bahamut for protection, having full faith that if anything happened his beloved god would protect him from any harm. He drew out the arcane symbols onto the smooth stone floor in pure white chalk, poured a small bottle of acid into the center, and finally nicked his finger with one claw to imprint a single drop of infernal blood.

It happened too fast for his memory to retain.

He remembered dark green eyes and a threatening hiss, followed by searing agony striking across his face. He was blinded by his own blood as claws dug deep into his torso and launched him off the ground, followed by a shattering crack as the green dragon avatar burst through the roof of the church and dropped him to the ground. Something crunched in his abdomen from the impact and he couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't see. He lay there on the gravel as sounds of calamity ravaged around him, screams of terror and the sickening squelch of his clanmates being slaughtered. He heard the metal of the clan's defenders striking the beasts's hide, and the head guard barking orders whilst herding people to safety.

He didn't know how long he lay there. What had gone wrong? Wasn't Bahamut supposed to prevent things like this happening? He had asked him to be there if something happened, had he ignored him? Had he wanted to punish him for something? Had he not been a good enough devotee? Where was the justice in letting this happen?

He felt a rough hand grab him by the back of the shirt and drag him over the ground, a loud voice ringing in his ears and piercing through his trance. Traitor. Defector. Execution. Justice.

He heard the swing of an axe and heavy approaching footsteps through the echoing cries of distress of the crowd. The hand returned to force him to sit up, and suddenly he couldn't hear anything over the sound of his own breath.

Then a cry to stop. A gut wrenching crunch. And the splatter of someone elses blood mingling with his own.

He clawed at his eyes to try and clear the blood, and years later he still wishes he hadn't. Lorxious, his mother. She was clutching the shoulder where her left arm used to be, the sudden crowd forming around her the last think he saw before his vision was once again filled with red.

Another hand taking him by the arm.

The feeling of the gravel ground turning to grass, and then the jagged forest floor. A voice telling him to "Go. Now." His legs were moving without him telling them to, the sounds of calamity fading out behind him. He could have walked for minutes or hours, but it made no difference to him. His head pounding and senses swimming from the bloodloss, he felt himself fall to the ground.

Gonna have to start sectioning this up good lord

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He awoke to a cold touch to his head, and a comfortable warmth bloomed over the splintering pain in his face and abdomen. Metal hands wiped at his eyes, and he looked up to be met with an older drow woman in full black armour.

"You are alive? Good.

You tell me of this dragon attack, and i'll bring you with me for proper medical attention. Yes?"

He gave her a small nod, the warmth fading into a dull ache. Under the gaze of this woman, her head haloed in the dawn light as she extended to him a hand, he felt small. He wanted to go home, god he wanted to. But that wasn't an option now. He had nowhere else to go.

He took her hand.

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She introduced herself as Ornyryn, and brought him to a small base in a dimly lit building in a town he had never seen before. Had this always been so close to home? Cloaked figures stared at him from the shadows, and he clung tighter to Ornyryn's cape.

She waved a hand, and a cleric was by their side. Iolys jumped back at the healer's dragon mask, but Ornyryn soothed him, allowing him to cling to her arm as healing spells were cast and clean bandages were wrapped around the worst of his wounds.

"Not to worry child, you're in a place of worship.

Our deity is very different to the one youre used to, but i'm sure youll come to love her just the same. Your god abandoned you, did he not? Denied you protection, ignored your cries, allowed your village of such devout worshippers to be ravaged. Why, if i hadnt found you you would have died there, rejected by your home and your lord alike. But not to worry sweet boy, youre safe here. Queen Tiamat welcomes you."

Despite his initial panic at the admission, he had no way of leaving in such a state, and Ornyryn's doting quickly calmed his nerves. He told her everything that had happened as promised, and her face twisted in faux sympathy that his shattered mind could only process to be genuine.

She had been his salvation. He trusted her.

She promised him the dragon avatar would be slain and justice would be had.

He felt sick.

it wasn't long until the cult began to prey upon his vunerability in the time he spent with them. They showered him with assurances and promises of safety, of belonging, of a home to return to. He was carefully and meticulously indoctrinated, the spite of his exile ripped from his brain and twisted against him. Ornyryn was right, Bahamut had lied to him. What point was there in dedicating your life to a god only for them to turn their back on you in your time of greatest need? As immoral as Tiamat was, at least she was upfront about the price of her power.

He stayed with the cult until he had healed. And then accompanied them to the next city over. And then followed Ornyryn to the cult's main base in Waterdeep. She taught him Tiamat's doctrine and had him study spellcasting, strict and demanding. But when she praised him for his successes, he felt like the hardship was worth it.

One day, he called her Mother on accident. And she allowed it.

He would come to learn of her position as the blue wyrmspeaker of Tiamat, the second highest authority to the cult second only to the red wyrmspeaker and the dragon queen herself. He should have been scared, but he only felt pride. Pride that she had chosen him.

Years of Ornyryn's careful manipulation and teachings of the arcane morphed him into the most devout of Tiamat cultists with an evergrowing grasp on the harnessing of magical power. He had a family again, people who cared for him. Didnt they? He certainly believed so, and despite the gnawing guilt that plagued his mind day after day and the nights he would choke back tears at the uncertainty of his mother's fate, he was well and truly enwebbed in the cult's grasp.

He would lie, cheat and steal for Tiamat's benefit, devoting himself to her worship and fully dedicating himself to he cause. The cult accepted him despite the dire mistake he had made, and he swore to himself he would repay Ornyryn's kindness at any cost.

The night he turned seventeen, Ornyryn sat him down and ran her claws through his hair with a whisper of a spell under her breath. He watched in awe as dark blue streaks were left where her hand had passed, shining in the dim light.

"You've proven yourself capable, child. You're one of us now, one of my own. Let this spell be a reminder to you, that when you see your reflection you will always know where you belong."

The addition of 'and who you belong to' went unspoken.

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i think thats uhhhhh all the main backstory stuff. Hrmm miscellaneous information now methinks.

Since the aftermath of the attack, Io has a deeply rooted fear of large dragons. Greatly ironic considering his whole life has revolved around them since he could remember, but every time one of Tiamat's wyrms passed him in the cult base he would be struck with the reminder of the sensation of having the flesh ripped from his face in their claws. Turning rituals were the worst of it, when he would be ordered to participate in a mass ritual to poison the mind of a captured dragon to Tiamat's will.

He spends the whole time fighting to keep his hands and voice steady, at war with his brain against the urge to turn and run for his life, but the thought of Ornyryn's disappointment keeps him rooted in place. He'll find a private spot to collapse in immediately after, breaking down and sobbing out the panic until hes able to compose himself and go back to pretending nothing was wrong.

Hes kept his special interest in ancient religion all the way from his childhood and will often beeline to libraries in every new settlement the party arrives in. He carries a bunch round with him at all times, and keeps a journal containing writings of his recearch topics, his personal thoughts, notes on quests and anything he wished to report back to Ornyryn with.

After fourteen years of dealing with him, Ornyryn is SICK of him. Shes sick of his kicked puppy eyes and the way he follows her around like a sad little stray kitten. She keeps him around because of his genuine devotion to the cult, believing him to still be somewhat useful, but is secretly waiting for him to slip up. For any excuse to either kick him out or kill him on the spot, and right now in the campaign hes on slightly thin ice...

He doesnt start transitioning until after being indoctrinated into the cult of the dragon, they oversee all his medical affairs. Eventually they offered to give him his top surgery or whatever the medieval fantasy equivalent and he of course enthusiastically agrees, only for Ornyryn to have the surgeon carve the scars left behind into the style of dragon wings as a way of branding him. A permanent reminder of his devotion to the dark queen etched into his flesh and for years he LOVES it. Its proof that he belongs, proof that they see him as one of them. Dont think he'll be such a big fan if he ends up defecting but however the campaign goes will decide that <3

Currently in the campaign, he has grown close enough with two of the party members to consider them close friends. Leaf, a qood elf bard and Arcrath, a dragonborn paladin of bahamut. Io and Arcrath have clashed for months on end for obvious reasons, starting out as enemies when me and my friend were playing them in spread out oneshots before using them in a proper campaign, but over the year and a bit we've been playing them theyve grown from enemies into pretty solid friends. Though they did just come out of a divorce arc we dont talk about that- they care deeply about each other. and maybe a little something more is brewing wink wink

One original member of the party was killed (friend couldnt play any more) but two more have recently joined, a sweet little goblin ruid of spores named Floof and in the most recent session, another tiefling, a warlock known as King. They had somewhat of a bitch-off when they met heghegdhe, kinda like a catfight in the street. But theyre begrudgingly now working together.

hgng. i think thats all the main stuff??? but i have loads of extra info and will very happily answer any questions thank you so much for beinig interested in him hes my scrunkly wunkly doomed miserable boy im slamming him into the wall im chewing on him. my sad autism riddled creature im so so proud of him mwwwah

tee hee giggle

his themesong

and his full playlist if you want

[itsseohannbin]

→ Hannji Update! ←

Hello everyone!!!!

I hope everyone is doing well, staying safe, and taking care of themselves!

I'm just popping in to say hello and to let you all know I'm still here, so...

hello, I'm here!!!!

Quick update on my injury situation...

⋗ The finger I sliced and nearly needed stitches for is in the final stages of healing, thank god, and I no longer need to wrap it in 24 layers of gauze and adhesive to keep it protected, so that's good.

⋗ My thumb sprain is healing nicely, and even though I slipped on a patch of ice last weekend and sprained my wrist on the same side, that is also healing well. It's safe to say I can (finally) type/use my keyboard without a wrist brace and without having to ice my hand every 5 minutes from the pain.

Soooooo, with that being said, I am slowly hopping back into writing and getting fics done and posted for you all, though it still may be slow while I push through these next few days of the healing process (I do not want to suddenly make the sprain worse from using it too much, so I'm writing in short increments).

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In addition to getting back into writing the fics/drabbles I've previously mentioned in earlier posts, I am excited to announce that I'm working on a brand-new novel that I've conjured up and been planning/plotting for a month or so now...

The last novel I was writing I ended up scrapping most of as the target audience wasn't of interest to me anymore, so finally finding the inspiration and ideas for something new and exciting in a whole new genre has re-sparked something in me and I'll be putting a lot of my efforts into writing that alongside all the drabbles/fics I have planned, so please be patient. it's going to be a busy spring :D

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As usual, my requests are closed until further notice, so I will not be taking any suggestions or requests any time soon, but please, feel free to continue sending me your hard/soft thoughts, as I do absolutely love diving into Delulu-ville with you guys <3

I appreciate and adore all of you so so much, and I can't wait for you all to see what's in store!!

Hope everyone has a fantastic start to their week!

All my love,

Hannji ♡

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[aquamarixx]

yess so much merch calling my name!!

and ong i could not handle framemo angst rn…on that note any writing plans soon post holiday chaos? speaking of have u had the chance to watch? pt 1 of ep 3 just went live and omg the special live reading with the Stella twins has me giggling they’re sooooooo cute >.<

~Anya

sorry for replying so late anyaaa! (っ˃̣̣̥ -˂̣̣̥ς)

i'm actually planning on doing another writing challenge for this january and im hoping to add more fandoms to it hihi. so if you have any requests, just lmk!

yes! i've watched ep 3 and my heart?! cielomort?! also the special live reading healed my heart i love the Stelle twins so muuuuuch! but you know who's growing on me these days? RIMICHAAAA

idk why but when rare got released, i just felt like that's my pookie bear (am i using this right?) right there, he needs my hugs huhu

anyways, happy new year! here's to more fanfics and fangirling!

[hamilando]

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Pairing : Choi Seungcheol x Female reader 

Words : 0.9k

Genre : Fluff, Idol au, Hospital au

TW : Mentions of drunk car accident

Music: What is love by Twice

A/N : Got inspired by the latest controversy around Seungcheol’s military service. Let the poor guy live! He is trying his best to hide the pain from his fans! The least we can do is be understanding !

Y/N sighed, letting the nurse do her thing. It had become a routine for her over the last 3 weeks, she would come, initiate a little chat and then leave to attend to other patients. Getting into a car accident had not been in her bucket list, and on top getting rammed by a drunk driver on New Year's Eve. Somehow she only managed to came out with a broken femur and tibia, which technically means a whole broken left leg, which now led to her being on bed rest for the past 3 weeks. 

With the boredom being too much to handle, she was scrolling away time on Netflix, looking for a new series to watch when the doctor, Dr. Satur, entered probably for the daily questioning of does her leg hurt which undeniably did. 

"Hey Champ, no asking questions about your pain today."

She chuckled, "Don't tell me you are here to chit-chat with me then."

"Just here as a deliveryman. You will be starting physical rehabilitation from the evening. You need to put those legs in use."

"Sure doc, the right leg does feel left out, need to break it as well."

"Well, I don't know if I should be happy that I will be earning more or concerned that you are having such thoughts and need to be put with a psychiatrist ."

"The ethics is thrown away for the money Mr. Satur?"

The doctor just patted the quilt and walked out, knowing talking her would lead to him just digging his own grave. 

The past three weeks had been filled with misery ,yet the idea of leaving the confines of her room scared her in some way. She had  grown accustomed to speaking very little,  finding comfort in solitude.

When next morning she was wheelchaired to the rehabilitation room, she was excited and to much of her surprise, there were many securities. "Dr. Satur, am I that special that you had to bring so many bodyguards?"

The doctor gave a light chuckle and responded,"There is some celeb taking rehab for a knee injury."

Y/N jerked her head around to face the doctor and asked, "Please tell me it's Song Kang, my pookie bear, the husband of my kids ."

"Your pookie bear is not here, and why do you want him to get injured?"

"He is a demon, he will heal pretty soon." Y/N tried to reply while sounding serious but ultimately failed in doing so, making the doctor laugh along as well.

"We are here, please behave Y/N." The doctor said while handing over the wheelchair handles to the nurse.

"I always do." She replied while being rolled away to her rehab station. The nurse stopped at the waiting room and told Y/N that she would have to wait for sometime while she gets her plan sorted. 'Waiting should be my middle name by now.' She thought as the nurse went away to the administration room.

"First time?" Y/N turned around to see a guy sitting on the wheelchair, with his leg propped up. He had shaggy black hair in a mullet with doe like eyes which definitely made him attractive.

"Yeah, your too ?"

The guy shook his head, and simply put up 4 fingers. "Busted my ACL pretty good."

"Bike accident ?"

"No, well practising."

"Well I busted my leg too, car accident , typical drunk driver."

"I am sorry to hear that ."

"Don't be Mr.?"

"Seungcheol."

"Y/N".

"Seungcheol were you preparing for the civil war? Busting up your ACL while practising is new ."

"I could be an athlete, you know?"

Y/N pointed at his body, "By the looks of you, you don't have that athlete figure."

Seungcheol scoffed, "I am offended Miss Y/N."

"Truth hurts my dear friend ."

"We are friends now ?"

"Yes my dear Seugcheol, so now tell me the real reason, wait- DID YOU TEAR YOUR ACL TO ESCAPE MILIATRY !? OH MY GAWD" 

Seugcheol couldn't believe what the girl in front of him said and burst out laughing. "You really think I went to such extreme just to escape 18 months of training ?"

"Well duh."

He just smiled and replied," You are wrong my dear friend ."

"Are you some mafia boss? Got shot in the knee ?"

"You are one of those booktok girls?"

Y/N was genuinely shocked by a guy knowing what's booktok. 

"You know booktok?"

"My ex was obsessed with those smutty books, got her a book bouquet for her birthday, broke up with me the next day."

Seungcheol saw Y/N's curious eyes and before she decided to ask any further questions, 

"She cheated."

Y/N stared at the guy in front of her, jaw wide open, "ON YOU !? A GORGEOUS, HANDSOME, TALENTED GUY LIKE YOU !?"

"Thanks for the compliments but yes, she did."

"She was so dumb-"

Before she could complete her ongoing compliment shower, one of the bodyguards entered the room and presumably called the guy sitting next to her 

"Mr. Choi, the doctors are here."

He nodded and turned to the girl beside him,

"It was nice meeting you Y/N."

"Wait, are you some celeb or something?"

The guy just smirked and the bodyguard  proceeded to wheel him out. But before exiting the room, he replied,

"I don't know, Google it ."

Y/N was again left all alone, with one task in her mind,

‘Google the name Choi Seungcheol’

[taesthetes]

sobriquet [ jungkook ]

noun : a descriptive name or epithet; a nickname

he’s declared himself your honey bunny chunkie wunkie and who are you to deny him?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: fluff, comedy type: college au word count: 3,075 words warnings: none author’s note: i actually wrote half of this while completely drunk and had no recollection of it, but rochelle @gukstudio filled me in, so she’s the real mvp and here’s my take on #rochkook ♡ — based on very recent, very true events that consisted of too much liquid courage, one and a half frat parties, the boys next door, rosebushes, grilled cheese, and a whole lot of pizza rolls.

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Eighteen years of living and at the cusp of youth, with one foot prematurely stepping over the line to the adulthood, you bask in the moment, abandoning all thoughts of midterm exams and looming due dates and instead, choose to dance wildly around in the crowded room with Yuna and Lisa. The harsh glow of the strobe lights cast weird shadows over everyone as the blaring music shakes the fraternity house to its core. With too many people spilling out onto the pavement, several boys now stand at the doorway, blocking the entrance and allowing only females to enter. Typical.

A game of beer pong has been haphazardly set up on the cramped kitchen counter, and you can see Jennie over there, tossing back her third cup, as several of the guys whistle at her. Still not feeling the effects of alcohol, she looks over and winks at you, a sly look on her face contrasting the confused one on yours, before a familiar pair of arms loops their way around your waist, and you suddenly understand.

You almost stumble as the person clinging to you sways forward, nearly taking you down with him. You quickly steady yourself before whirling around to meet the large, brown, doe eyed, but also glassy eyed, gaze of your boyfriend. Even drunk, with his dark hair messily swept around and a lazy smile quirking on the corners of his pink lips, he looks beautiful with a white shirt barely clinging onto his shoulders and exposing his collarbones while his ripped jeans accent his legs very nicely if you do say so yourself.

“Hello, my schnookums pumpkin bunny boo,” Jungkook manages to slur out, planting a rather sloppy kiss on your cheek with a loud smack.

Ah, yes. And the cringe worthy pet names have started to make its appearance, and you know exactly what that means.

Time to take your clearly very intoxicated boyfriend back to his place.

“Okay, Jungkook, let me help you out there.” You untangle yourself from the mess of limbs, and he whines, latching himself back onto you.

“You’re supposed to love me! Aren’t I your honey bunny chunkie wunkie?” Jungkook pouts, nuzzling his face into your neck, and your face feels like it is on fire now. Thankfully, the dorm he lives in is only one or two blocks away, so you won’t have to drag his heavy and cheesy ass back for a long and excruciating distance.

Smirking slightly, you flick his forehead lightly, earning a small whine from Jungkook. “Why, of course, you’re my honey bunny chunkie wunkie.”

Boy, were you going to have some good blackmail material to show off when he is sober tomorrow.

Jungkook cheers happily at your agreement, hugging you even tighter, and you struggle to maneuver him around the crowded room and towards the front door. “I knew it! I knew it! I told you so, pookie bear bubsy wubsy.”

Sighing, you guide him out the door and down the front steps, and he trips on the last one, lunching forward and almost causing a double face plant with you in tow.

“Looks like I just fell for you!” he crows gleefully before pulling you into some spontaneous, drunken dance across the solo cup and silly string strewn lawn. Laughing quietly, you indulge in his whims for a few more minutes, twirling around—for a drunk man, he somehow manages to dance rather gracefully—before going back on track and tugging him onto the sidewalk and down the path to his dormitory.

“C'mon, Jungkook, we’re going back to your place with your nice, warm, comfortable, soft bed,” you persuade him when he attempts to turn back towards the house, grappling with your boyfriend to make him return to the original direction. You internally groan. Despite being drunk, he is still able to put up a strong resistance.

“W-woah, I know I’m irresistible but are you trying to take advantage of me now, strawberry sugar plum?” He tries to wink at you, but fails miserably. You roll your eyes and force yourself to ignore the incredibly strong urge to shove him headfirst into the nearest bush and make a run for it.

“Oh, look!” Jungkook foolishly outstretches his hand towards a rose bush decorating one of the neighbors’ front yard, eyes glittering with wonder akin to a child’s first glance at the infinite expanse of the navy sky speckled with the glowing orbs of natural gases.

“Wait, Jungkook, don’t touch th—”

“Ow!” Your boyfriend turns to you, eyes widened and explicably looking more innocent than ever with the way they sparkle from unshed tears. His bottom lip quivers unexpectedly as he holds out his forefinger towards you, a droplet of carmine forming.

“It hurts! Why would the flower hurt me like that? Why did you do this to me, flower?” he wails, scrunching up his face in sadness, “I just wanted to pick a rose for my schnoozle wooziekins dumpling.”

“Oh, Jungkook,” you sigh before gently taking his hand and kissing the tip of his index finger. “There, all better, you big baby.”

All traces of despair leave his entirety as he stares at you in awe. “You have healing powers. My sweetie pie honey bunches has magical powers.”

“… I can already tell this is going to be a long five minute walk back.”

Fortunately, Jungkook learns to keep his hands to himself in regards to plants after all. Unfortunately, you can’t say the same for yourself because the boy then latches himself onto you and tries—and spectacularly fails on every attempt—to seduce you. You manage to record some of his amusing antics, including the pet names he concocted for you as well as him calling himself your honey bunny chunkie wunkie once again. However, although you are very grateful for the blackmail you obtained on your boyfriend, hauling an overgrown child to his bed is no easy achievement. By now, you have exhausted nearly every single curse word that exists in addition to making up a few new ones of your own. Finally, you find yourself in front of the door to his dormitory suite, faint sounds of music seeping through. Jungkook sways back and forth unsteadily on his feet.

“Okay, we’re here, Jungkook. Where’s your access card?” You turn to look at your boyfriend, hand outstretched for his card.

“You gotta search me for it, darling babykins sweetums.” He grins at you a little too widely and wriggles his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You shut him down instantly. “Nope. Not today. I did not sign up for this.”

Rapping on the door loudly with your fist and ignoring the crestfallen expression Jungkook gives you, you are extremely relieved when Taehyung opens the door—but then you let out a miniature scream of frustration when you recognize the glazed look of his eyes, see the bottles of beer on the table, notice his other equally intoxicated suitemates, and realize how loud the music actually was in there.

You had tried to escape the party, only to be greeted by another one like a slap to your face. It was like a big “screw you” from the universe, and the party gods are probably having the time of their lives laughing at you.

“H-hee-ey there, _______! Oh, and Kookie! Welcome to my humble abode!” Taehyung screeches out over the blaring bass.

A pillow is thrown to the back of his head, and he shrieks at the offense, but Yoongi’s voice can be heard over the noise. “It’s all of our humble abodes, dumbass!”

“Um, hey, I’m just here to drop off Jungkook,” you shove Jungkook forward, but he grabs onto your arm and pulls you into the suite as well.

“But since you’re already here, you should join in on the fun, too!” yells Hoseok, who clearly drank more than his body weight as he rips off his shirt and waves it around like an asinine lunatic.

“Uh, no, I’m okay,” you try to back away, but Jungkook clutches onto you even more tightly.

“Don’t leave me, schmoopsie toopsie munchkins,” Jungkook cries, burying his face in your neck, and your face flushes a dark shade of red.

“Oh, _______!” Jimin appears in front of you, looking quite relieved. “Can you help me with Jin? Convince him that breakdancing on the table is not a good way to establish himself as best dancer. I had to pull him off the table top three times now.”

“Isn’t Jin usually the sober one here?” you question in disbelief when you see the eldest struggling to get on top of the table.  Meanwhile, Jungkook turns himself into your very own personal koala, hugging you firmly without any sign of letting go anytime soon. He attempts to kiss you at the same time without any success as you turn your face away from his advances and try to pay attention to Jimin. In your one moment of distraction though, Jungkook manages to plant a slobbery kiss on your cheek and cheers very loudly for his accomplishment.

“He complained of always having to be the responsible one, and I drew the short straw,” Jimin groans as you try to pry your boyfriend off of you, “So I’m in charge of watching ov—hey, wait, stop, Tae!”

He speeds over to Taehyung, who is busily stuffing six or seven eggo waffles into a toaster made for only two (“This method will save electricity! We need to save the polar bears, Jiminnie!”). Not having the heart to leave Jimin here as the only sober one, you sigh heavily before assessing the situation in front of you.

Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting on the couch, and if you did not know better, you would have thought they were sober. But with the way Yoongi is mumbling garbled up lyrics and being snarkier than ever with his minimal brain to mouth filter now long gone, you know he had one bottle too many. As for Namjoon, he sounds like he is spouting out deep words of philosophy until you actually pay attention to what he says and realize it is utter nonsense (“As I’ve been saying, the substantial reasoning backed up by the existence of hydrangeas is rather compelling because it leads to the Chebyshev’s Theorem for Two Standard Deviations that was built upon the improvable concept of black butterflies and déjà vu…”). Hoseok is pouring his heart out in his karaoke rendition of whatever’s playing, and Jin is now on the table to your complete and utter horror.

“Okay, Jungkook, you sit here with Namjoon and Yoongi, alright?” You quickly free yourself from Jungkook’s grasps amidst his whining and refusal, dumping him on the couch, before running over to Jin. The last thing you want is someone suffering from a concussion because he couldn’t keep his balance on a three foot tall table.

“Jin, how about you get off of there? I can make pizza rolls and grilled cheese if you sit down and stay still,” you coax, tugging on his sleeve. At the mention of food, his eyes light up, and Jin complies to your request, sliding off the table top immediately. He sits down primly in one of the chairs, hands folded neatly in his lap.

Sighing in relief, you walk to the refrigerator and take out the pizza rolls from the freezer section. Placing them on a tray quickly and into the oven, you turn on the machine and set the timer. Then, you pull out the bread and cheddar cheese along with Jin’s prized panini maker—that is no way in compliance with the dorm rules but no one really cares, especially if you can bribe the resident assistant with restaurant quality sandwiches—before stacking up the ingredients and pressing them down between the hot iron.

“Okay, Jin, it’ll be done very soon,” you turn to face him, and he nods happily, humming to himself. He almost seems like his sober self now, you muse. After settling Taehyung down, Jimin has somehow managed to herd off Hoseok into his room where the drunk boy passed out after mere seconds on his bed.

“Oh, thank goodness, you got him to stop. You’re a life savior, _______. I don’t know how Jin manages to watch after all of us every single time,” Jimin returns to the common room, breathing slightly heavily after having to force Hoseok to go to bed. “So there’s Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung, an—wait, where’s Jungkook?”

Your head snaps up as your eyes meet Jimin’s in panic. The two of you then scamper around, searching the two bathrooms and four shared dorm rooms. Your stomach drops when Jungkook is nowhere to be found.

“Oh, god, where did he go?” You want to tear your hair out in frustration after ten minutes of frantic searching.

“Did he leave the dorm?” Jimin asks incredulously, running his hand through his hair absentmindedly.

You open your mouth to reply when the telltale beep of the door being unlocked is heard. Your eyes and Jimin’s are locked onto the entrance when Jungkook nonchalantly enters, holding a—is that a rose bush?

“Oh my god, don’t leave the dorm without telling anybody, Jungkook!” you exclaim, rushing over to him.

“I didn’t! I told Yoongi!” Jungkook protests, and you glance over at Yoongi, who merely gives you a dead look.

“Anyway, what are you doing with a rose bush?” Jimin cuts in, staring in disbelief at the uprooted plant in Jungkook’s grasp.

“I couldn’t get my poodle woodle baby cakes a rose before so I got her one now,” Jungkook explains matter-of-factly, presenting the bush to you. Jimin chokes and splutters at the sound of Jungkook’s latest hypocoristic for you, and you pointedly ignore him.

“Where did you even get the bush?” you ask incredulously, staring at the plant in our hands, dirt still clinging to its roots.

“Somewhere on campus.” He waves his hand around vaguely before beaming at you happily.

“Did you just rip out a plant from the courtyard? That’s hilarious!” Taehyung howls before hiccupping slightly and giving Jungkook a very uncoordinated high five. “You just ruined our university’s status as best campus landscape in the nation!”

You are half impressed, half horrified and okay, you’ll admit, somewhat moved, by the feat Jungkook just pulled.

“This is very touching and all, but is my sandwich done?” Jin interrupts as the timer goes off simultaneously.

“Yes, here’s your food, you demanding princess,” Jimin sighs, taking out the sandwich and placing it in front of Jin, who munches on it contentedly. He then stomps over to the oven, pulling out the tray of pizza rolls and hurriedly putting them on a plate all the while frantically shooing Taehyung away from sticking his hand on the hot metal. Still unsure what to do with the plant in your hands, you start to set it down on the table when you are pulled back hastily. Jungkook clings onto you once again, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I’m tired, my lovey dovey pookie bear,” Jungkook mumbles, slowly nodding off as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Maybe you should sing your wittle baby cakes poodle bear to sleep,” Jimin snickers, and Taehyung unhelpfully makes kissy faces at the two of you.

“Oh, fuck off, Jimin.” You show him the universal hand gesture that goes with it, but that only causes him to laugh even more.

“Let’s get you to bed, Jungkook.” You gently tug your boyfriend towards his shared room with Taehyung, ignoring the groans and whines of Jimin as he is left to watch over the remaining intoxicated boys.

You help Jungkook onto his bed, making sure he is able to sit without toppling over. After walking over to his desk and placing the rose bush carefully on its surface, you turn back around to face your boyfriend. By some miracle, he has somehow managed to kick off his jeans by himself and is now sprawled out on the mattress, seemingly out cold.

You cannot help but smile softly to yourself before leaning down and placing a light kiss on his forehead. “Good night, Jungkook.”

But with a small yelp, you are pulled onto the bed and laying on your boyfriend’s chest as he tightens his arms around you, nuzzling his nose against your cheek lightly.

“Stay,” he murmurs, and your heart melts and you find yourself complying with his request, relaxing in his embrace. Drifting off to sleep with the lull of his heartbeat, you barely hear his soft whisper.

“I love you, my snugglewuggle love bug.”

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When Jungkook wakes up the next morning, his brain registers only two things. First off, it feels like a herd of rhinoceros is stampeding around in his head along with a battering ram, several elephants, a flock of squawking parrots along with the rest of the whole damn zoo.

Secondly, there is an angel sleeping next to him.

Despite the pounding headache, he cannot help but admire your stunning profile. Your fluttering, dark eyelashes rest on your rosy cheeks with your tangled hair spread out on the pillow like a halo as small puffs of air escape between your rose hued lips. Jungkook reaches out and gently strokes back the strands of hair that cover your face. He feels somewhat guilty when you start to shift in your sleep and then open your eyes. You sleepily smile at him before yawning and covering your mouth with your hand.

“Good morning to my honey bunny chunkie wunkie,” you tease, smirking at him, and he lets out a noise of embarrassment, shielding his face with his hand and unable to look at you directly in the eye.

“What’s wrong? You called yourself that last night,” you giggle, poking your boyfriend’s cheek playfully.

“Please don’t ever mention that cringey name again,” Jungkook moans, dramatically throwing his arms over his head, and you only laugh harder. He refuses to meet your eyes, pointedly looking the other way before finally noticing the rather conspicuous, uprooted plant in his room.

“Hey, why is there a bush on my desk?”

Your lips curl into a teasing smile, and you grab your phone from the windowsill, unlocking it to pull up the video you took of last night. The laughter that bubbles out from your throat already has him groaning and dreading the next words he will hear.

“Oh, well, funny story…”