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throwingideasatthewall · 4 years ago

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Clone Wars Escape from Kadavo

Well this is certainly a scene change and one that doesn’t really make sense,

I mean I thought it was a Camp of Holding for slaves

Where they got transported to different places on the island to do slave labor, per hap -s

Now there’s apparently a lava pit under it,

How?

That

-doesn’t make any sense

Also wtf,

Coal, metal

Since when was refinery really this place’s MO (Like this is really starting to feel like they got the Mandalorian And This Set -ting s Switch ed,)

Not to say they can’t be a coal/mining industry,

Just, that the setting should reflect it,

From we saw there was nothing to indicate this was anything but an ar chai c Soc-either

With no flues Or fu -mes

To indicate that they were burn Ing combustibles,

Honestly some kind of stalactites mine,

Or someplace where they dig for “valuables,” -like prized st- one for Jew elery- Would make more sense- - Anyway, I’m getting. way too focus -ed on the se- tt - Ing- - Again Rex is just straight up chilling, This is n’t his first rodeo with abusers,

Ok, seriously what was up with the Wil -h el m,?

(Like I don’t honestly see anything steep enough to fall off)

You could say it was a whip but we haven’t seen any Of That, Ye t-

I don’t get the screaming-

Also that dude just attacked him out of nowhere,

Like could we have gone establishment of that?

Like,

What was even his ber-zerk butt- on there?

Dude was doing his job

Like if it was a faster thing you kind of have to establish that before hand - Also then the environment, the ma jor ity, Would be working at a breakneck speed, With a sense of anxiety, In the air,

Then, the whip,

He- was?

(Like that was just plain - pointless

Not even an emotional reaction

Like that told us absolutely nothing about the setting and character

The mate didn’t even have a reaction

It’s one random guy that just decided to hit someone else-

Like that’s not even calculated never mind systematic,

Also I like how Rex like yeah I wouldn’t know anything about that, feck’in Jedi -

Also “Effect?”

Not really more like

“ Dave’s having a real rough day and I really don’t want to talk to (In that state)

Like they didn’t wince.

There was no antici pation-

No anxiety,

Like no signs of this is had a permanent psychologically damaging affect

(Note all toxic behavior is harmful, The difference here is Between The intensity of the in-dentation,

It can get pretty bad

And enabling tox can have serious effects (Pretty bad)

(Requiring a lot more time to undo)

From; Dave is really an asshole,

To I am really an asshole,

To The world is really an asshole (And Dave is the savior-)

(Apologies to anyone who’s chosen name is Dave or similar vernacular, It’s not out of any Mala- cian- Just the first identi fication I could think of,

And tox- ic logic is really not something you wanna enable,

Again what the Frick?

(This is really not an or-ganic way to introduce your rules

Like, “oh yeah speech is for-bidden, Have a nice day,”

Like you think dude-

Like you were pretty damn path -etic abu ser- (s) - (Sla vers) Wow,

There was no emotions or anything -be cause the set up was so poor,

W- h -a t

Again the emotion is non existence,

Also what the fuck happened to Rex over there? -

When did he go down?

(Like don’t get me wrong I saw a flash in the corner?)

But why him?

[also did the scenery just completely changed because he was on the far end of Ken- Obi with something in between

Some thing they were shoveling the stuff on?

That’s just gone in this shot]

[Also, From a narra- tive, standpoint wouldn’t it have made more sense and been a more engaging concept, If the guy had threat -ene d- The clone in Obi- wan’s stead, Seeing as of the republic’s version of slavery,

Rex pos s- ib ly

Reflec- ting on the (Other Species?)

And contrasted with them,

On how much Obi-Wan views him as a possession,

(Or his reaction to the people under him getting hot ,and why)

Allo- wing for more heart,

“I’m sorry,”

“No Wors e- Than The Kamino -ins,”

Rex’s Sub Cat;

Seeing the people he was trained (and order-ed) to protect Harm -ed - Much like the people (under him) were harmed during the Kamooin. s-

Groom -ing, ?]

Any -way,

Again, and what was the emotion? - M-aster

Rex must be like, Kar- ma

If he’s not,

[Never mind he isn’t asleep just one frame made it look weird?]

Ai- gh -t

Oh yeah seriously check up on that one guy instead of you know the person under the command,

Also;

What The fuck?

IS THAT GOOGLY EYES?

What the feck,

What is with that expression-

What is with that facial-

(Seriously someone tell me what emotions this is supposed to por- tray!

What?

Also yeah

they completely waltz. -ed past the ab- us -er. Be- Ing - Con- fron ted- by the Con- Seq- Uen Ce (s) Of their actions,

It’s not pointed out that Obi-Wan totally caused this by (not)- listen-ing, To dude’s initiative to stay out of it

(Or, what he did to Cody Rex, and basically all the clones,)

(And what could’ve been a good moral about negative effects of “Pos- itive over- invo lv e- Ment- )

so I am slightly big mad

Not com- -pletely

But I’m get-ting th-ere

Drinking my slightly bitter ju-ice-

Gett -ing pr-etty salty

Which is odd since I normally don’t criticize aesthetic differences

Like This- -

The problem is it isn’t the aesthetic that I have a problem with, (You want to have a Obi-Wan show more compassion to the slave of similar generation then to Rex?

(That’s per-fect-ly fine and could even show how he values his job and Mission over someone he is actually wound- ed-)

However that’s not it-

(It doesn’t even do that)

My problem with it is that it shows no emotion

No emphasis

No moral

It’s - empty - Watching this scene, there is absolutely nothing I get out of it,

Also wow that was a quick turnaround,

Like seriously it generally takes longer for that kind of behavior to be indented,

This is literally the only Jedi he’s seen be there

One time

This is barely scraping logic, And even then, not really requiring- pre-knowledge of the emotions and general plot (before hand)

I know that I should feel bad for the slave because slav-ery is a bad thing And any real person would be pretty upset it/ Suffer for the toxic environment,

Note; it’s not from the medium

I didn’t gain that knowledge from the medium

(In which the chara- cters actions and emotions, Make me conclude, “oh wow, slavery is a real bad thing!”

No the characters are wooden puppets with no emotion,

Going from; Point a to point B

Nothing to connect them (No preamble)

No emotions

No motive(s)

‘why is Obi-Wan doing what he’s doing?’

‘I don’t know’

(And I honestly don’t think the wr- iters did either)

And no damn interest

Barely scraping logic..

‘Why is Obi-wan doing what he’s doing,’

‘Because he has the rescue the slaves,’

‘ why does he have to rescue the slaves,?’

‘ because you have to rescue slaves,’

It’s literally circular

Rely- ing completely on the cookie cu- tter,

Resulting in it being as flat as a cookie when rolled over by a rolling pin,

Where It should; Be;

“ why does Obi-Wan want to rescue the slaves?”

“Because of his dedication to his moral compass/ because of his dedication to his generation/ non- clone- ena blers,/ (Whatever you want to put there)

��(Hey that was almost emotion from ,Rex)

(We’re 2:29 Min Ut es In, And I’m already salty about the episode refusal to be fun,

That’s nice exposition *Palpatine*. Sidious,

Tra- dition (S);

Mill-

That’s literally all I -heard-

-(I assume they’re saying “millions,”)

Which would actually be neat if we got to see some you know human soldiers on the Darkside to counterbalance the whole do you know clone troopers, contrasting the dark side’ s more ethical but none the less toxic practices,

To the light side’s- Gen Break-

De- fiance?

(I think you mean that other Zygerian’s death because we have literally not seen the queen act even remotely rebellious,

Yeah she con- templates possibly free- ing them,

But we haven’t seen her openly communicate with either of these 2 to inform them

And she still wants to keep Anakin,

So she at least has one Jedi,

With the others possibly be blamed on a -prison break-

And literally nothing that we’ve seen com-municating the concept of open - rebel- lion

Or any of the connection between her and the separatist,

Again seriously how am I supposed to feel about that (Also the one person that gives even the slightest bit of emotion and it’s the villain,)

Like I’m surprise’d Dooku’s surprised by that

(Er-)

O-k

Whe-lp

(Also, now there are flues). (Don’t recall seeing them last time,)

Or just sticks with gold on them

(I am very con- fused,)

This seems pretty different

And totally safe

(Also wasn’t the castle blue?)

But I’m not against it because it could work with the symbolism of wild, Or just. Wor -k (I know I’m being way too hop- - eful but I try,

Re- hash-

Easy-

So why is there no other emotion

And why do you look like a caveman,

(Eyebrows constantly furr- Ow- ed)

Also what was with the pro-nunciation and emotion?

Bare,

Also literally no one else is paying attention to that guy? ?

‘ he also doesn’t cause me to have any emotions’

Like seriously I know that it’s a cat person but you still have to show some sentient emotion here

If there’s no emotion, there’s no risk,

(Part of sent- ience)

Att- end,

Again that’s not the cha- llenge I think they were trying to make it out to be; (Un-accountabili- ty) Aka What it would work best as;

Remix;

“ I’ll would never turn away from a challenge,” Anakin said snarkily,

The queen se- duct iv el- y

Taking his light saber, - that works better;

- Ser-iously - Um- No,

(Last time someone fall from a height that high, they died,)

(You have to play by your own rules, )

Wha-

Also again wh -at-

Sky -walker

When ?-

Would be nice if you ever feckin showed it,

(Seriously the concept of Obi-Wan having to come to terms at least temporary that his Over-involvement has hurt people is an interesting concept,”

Also bullshit that you know that

(Pretty)

(You’re all enabled and you haven’t spent any time around Obi-Wan)

(That’s a stupid plan and the animation really doesn’t help,)

Zy-ger

Perm - R- i-,

Oh yeah so no reserves, about using the term, “master” After this schism ? - Y-eah - How? - W-at

[The emotions are off the roof and I have no idea

with the scale of escalation

W-at]

Lesh - Li- fe

You did- n’t? - Emo tion-

Wh-at?

Who called- the guards?

Seriously if this is such a constantly abusive (tox) relationship than how do they not know,

(Unless the previous guards got killed and these are the newbies,)

Because you don’t act like it all don’t have any of the characteristics generally associated with constantly rein-forc -ed toxicity, Show- ed no emotion including (anxiety and anticipation) In that previous fight,

As well as no negative con- seq- uen ce s for your behavior - Even now your voice is just “ oh I’m dyi-ng- -,’. .

Meep,

[Something happened

not a Tumblr refresh,

Gist;

There’s absolutely no emotion in the scene and the fact that she just dies after that being the threat is just kind of cheap,

[and the fact that she had absolutely no expression (Or emotion) during that entire fight Not showing any of the general signs - Just no)

And that expression is a weird way way to end

The scene. not the movie that still going, (Un-fortunate- ly)

Uh, why Off to you obviously evil factory, land,”

Kick,

Hey isn’t it that minor antagonist that hasn’t showed up since the last episode? . . . Why? . . . And he included the clone why?

(Oh yeah I want the Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, And especially the to my knowledge (default) clone.

And Rex who is honestly a lot more intimidating,

K-i

[Again this is supposed really be about. Ken-obi but I’m really focusing on Rex,]

Wh- at- -

How?!

They were on a bug?

I-

Ok-

Sorry my memory gave out for a moment at the whole Anakin durp face thing - -

W-h

W-

Wood

Again, how is he supposed to do that?

- Ter- - I-l

Sl-av es

So Ahsoka goes to rescue the slaves while An-a kin, stays here and carves a hole,

En-ough

No emotion!

Oh, I thought he meant Ah -soka - Oh so yeah let’s bring a warship into what seems to have been intended as a stealth mission,

Screw Fitt Ing Re Action-

And-

W-

How did that change the fact that they have the button that can kill all the slaves,

(It didn’t)

Obi-won just apparently stopped giving a fr-ick -

Ray-

Well then they were impossible to take out,

F-a - S-l

But only the Tyger-ian (Apologies for any misspelling I mean Ahsoka’s kind,)

“He -at,”

“Cut,”

Ge-n-

Rex did more than Obi-wan,

Also yeah completely forgot about that,

Also he said kill,

[Not further im-prison,” ]

Rex had some rage-

Also you’d think that be Obi-Wan considering how much he’s gotten ,screwed with This entire ,time - Wh,at

Wh -y -

Wh -y - H-ere - How is Rex still fighting guys? - Also thanks a lot Obi-Wan you useless piece of shit,

[Again, would n’t it make sense? .)

W-ell

- You just came into a door just hop them - over- - Lan d-

Wait, �� How did you just get in, there though,

. Co- vert - ?

O-Kay, new character,

W-h

(Also oh no they gave plo another fleet

Great )

Ser-iously, what where are these guys coming from? , You’ve literally been allowed this dude to heck around the entire time while Rex did all the hard work

La-me,

Also seriously where was all that - ,coming from- - Wh at-

Where was the emotion? - Hey that had no meaning, symbolism or emotion behind it - whatsoever,

A-i

- W-h - - - Whelp, was completely boring

Covenants of a good, fun story;

- Set; Excessive in instances that don’t directly affect the story’s up, cohesivity

-Tone; Is appropriate

-Emotions; And appropriate, and consistent and manage to keep a consistent tone,

(Un-nessary, Typically switch-ed for a more logical tone, In works of non-fiction,

Though may be in both, So long as note is given,)

This film (Movie - Gets absolutely none of it right except the basics for a good story

It’s co - hesive- But damn boring and empty,

Story - Re-write. - (I needed something fun after watching that boring documentary,)

So let’s get into it, - (May feature episode -overlap)

Obi-Wan emerges from the carrier, With R -ex,

(Obi-Wan possibly sub- con-ciously mov -ing In Fron -t Of Rex-)

[Or Cody]

The minor antagonist welcome(s) them; Obi-wan trading some banter with him - It being part of a plan to get captured,

Unfortunately somethings went ar-ray and instead of Cody being the back up plan; he got taken with him

The minor antagonist - quickly cuts the chatter - By having the guard (S- bring Cody forward, introducing him as Obi-Wan’s Slave

Giving a veiled threat of “ would be a shame if something happened to such a ,pretty specimen,”

Obi-Wan getting def-ensive,

The atag, Com menting, “ Pretty protective, Of your toy, Aren’t You,”

Before having them thrown somewhere,

Next time, we see them they’re getting e- scor- ted- for gem Min- Ing,

(Possibly some black humor from the vil -ains- about how people will pay, “An arm or leg

*Pos-sibly yours,

For the stuff,’

On the way there one of the guards notices Rex (Cody)’s ey-ing the place. warning him That, ‘He’s not the only one under ob -servation)

Possibly causing a wincing or anxious reaction from them . (I would generally encourage flashbacks to be able to - show the emotion em- ot ion,)

(Under-stand what is going inside their head,)

But for now I’ll stick with the example given by the show which is no flashbacks, The guard making it clear what will happen

Shock- -Ing-

The clone (Eith er) Ha-ving a bad reaction to this,

Knee jerkingly reaching out,

The guard grabbing him and holding him back - - Forced into a distressing circumstance of fa il -in g- The Miss- -ion -

Those two are pretty much out of the action for the rest of the episode being stuck

Obi-Wan can’t do anything without hurting Cody Cody can’t do anything without hurting the slaves - Most of their part is contrasting the condition,

Most of the action is with Ahsoka, Who talks down that dweeb (Maybe someone near-er to her age) And they go break Obi-Wan out so he can back up, Anakin

In the Dooku fight,

The most consistent and clear char- -acter Being Q -ueen, Being a slaver-

If it’s Ana- Kin,

Anakin having to begrudgingly put up with this slaver’s nonsense

Be-grudgingly

- Her talking about how life is slavery and him just not...

Then Dooku Shows Up,

(The whole transition between the mine scene and the Anakin- slaver scene, Being a cut from the sparks in a mine To the jewel on her finger With extra focus being put on the jewels,

Possibly all done with all of them Zy- gar-ian (Or of all the planets that she’s taking people from-

Zygarian Heir loom)

A black stone (in the middle of her chest) By a pendant (Generally implied to be by Count Dooku)

Toxic court-ing implied,

Count Dooku announces a surprise visit,

The Queen is pleased but nervous (Hands behind -back)

“I-”

Putting a wine glass down behind it,

Dooku is immediately aggressive

The queen offering Anakin as a consolation prize

As the youngest and newest to the-ir possible rank,

Dook-u snark Ing,

Dooku threaten -ing to kill

The queen having issue with that whole main characterization being the collector of rare things

(Possibly a reflect- Ion about the no speaking rule)

More likely Dooku dismissing her con- cerns just saying that he can always get her a new one,

“The Queen possibly wincing at a raised hand - if we want to go for indications of physical tox-’

Poss-ibly a conversation about why she put up with him

“He treats me well”

Focus on the necklace and pendent to - contrast with the choking necklace-

Possibly a poison Sub-line

- If you want to go there, - But focusing on Ahsoka, they broke those guys out,

Ahsoka finding a heartbroken Jedi, Explaining that their res -pect ive clone friend, Has given up on them

Ahsoka finding that person,

Who manages to explain that he can’t move either-

To be cut off by the guards who has really had enough of every- thing-

Decided - screw it if pain isn’t going to make you stop and then might as well put them in a life or death situation,

Add-ing time on the clock (Or at least a new var- iable-)

Ahsoka possibly does a whole speech thing (Since seriously we’ve seen none of her involvement or even care about her own spe-cies) Via dem on- Strat Ion-

(Very likely leading to a riot situation,)

As they didn’t plan on the Tagroatians (?) Rebell ing due to crush -ed spirits,

That happens - Those two re- unite and go to fi-ght Dooku

(I never. really cared for the Zy- ger- Ian queen,)

If she lives in then, she’s grateful for them driving off Dooku, Allows them to get off with the slaves,

(Necklace might have information might not,)

*Honestly I felt it made more sense for Anakin to be the one in the mine; The Zy- garian queen, and Obi -Wan hav- ing boomer ban -ter, With Obi-Wan a lot more aware of that stuff, (Show-ing worldliness by identifying the stones) While Anakin compares the circumstance to the one that he used to live in, And the one he enabled Rex living in, While Ahsoka, could team up with a Zy-ger-Ian round her age, Possibly some conversations about enabling- May-be Ahsoka talking about getting a clone command of her own- (If we want the clone commanders to be a constantly featured theme here) Boomer Bait, Busting Anakin out of the mine, Obi-Wan getting hidden behind a cur-tain, And going to heck over Dooku, (Slaves recovered-)

Both the Zy- Gar- Ian- (And a flirtatious promise to return By Obi-wan, ) [contrast Mandalorian] Gets Free- Dom- - End- -

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chronicfangirling · 7 years ago

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Crystal Snow (Yoongi ver.) - Crystal Clear

Pairing: Yoongi x OC Genre: Romance, encounters with beautiful idols, impromptu dates, Christmas kisses--no mistletoe necessary, koi no yokan, love and its possibilities Words: 3687 Summary: It seems like the only way to have a halfway decent Christmas Eve in Seville is to become Min Yoongi’s one-night girlfriend. Not like that’s any cause for complaint.

Crystal Snow (Christmas with hyung line) Seokjin ver. | Yoongi ver. | Hoseok ver. | Namjoon ver.

(2017 December 24)

"Excuse me?" Mayu raised an eyebrow at the stranger standing behind her at the restaurant line.

"I said, 'Do you have a boyfriend?'" the man repeated shamelessly.

Mayu bristled; it was bad enough having to line up outside a restaurant in the chilly night just to have dinner on this Christmas Eve that she ended up celebrating all by her lonesome--she was in no mood for some idiot trying to pick her up. Before she could tear him a new one, a deep voice drawled: "Come on hyung, leave her alone."

She turned to the shameless man's companion gratefully, but instead of thanking him, she took a few moments to appreciate his countenance. He was pale as snow, lean to the point of being slender, and his face a bit too pretty to be called handsome, but his intensely cool demeanor overrode his almost delicate appearance. To put it simply, he was her type. Not even the shock of platinum hair framing his face could detract from his appeal--she normally hated outrageous hair colors with a passion, but he looked criminally good with it.

Smiling, she started to say her thanks, but the beautiful man added: "Does she look like she has a boyfriend?"

Feeling as if she had been shocked with a bucket of ice-cold water, she sputtered: "And what do you mean by that?"

"I only meant that you wouldn't be lining up for dinner alone if you had a boyfriend," he clarified, meeting her fiery gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. "If you somehow drew negative implications from that logical assumption, that's wholly on your own insecurities."

"Wow," she scoffed, tossing her bouncy bob over her shoulder and tightening her olive-green woolen jacket around herself. "Well I wouldn't presume that you don't have a girlfriend, but if you did, then I feel sorry for her having to put up with such a man."

"My non-existent girlfriend thanks you for your concern," he deadpanned.

"Come on, come on, come on!" his nosy companion grabbed the beautiful man's hand and then Mayu's, and put them together. "Yoongi," he addressed the beautiful man, "the important thing is you don't have a girlfriend, she doesn't have a boyfriend, so you can be each others' girlfriend and boyfriend."

"Excuse me?" Mayu yelled this time.

"Why would we do that?" the man called Yoongi muttered.

"Because this," Yoongi's friend gestured wildly at the Korean restaurant they were all standing in line for, "is one of the only restaurants open in Seville--all of Spain, really--on Christmas Eve, and right now they're prioritizing couples on this romantic holiday because for some reason, there are waaaaay too many people craving Korean food tonight!"

"We can pretend to be a couple, hyung," Yoongi suggested.

"Ehhh..." The other man grimaced.

"He's right," Mayu agreed. "This is Europe, no one would care."

"Weeeell, the truth issss, I can't join you for dinner."

"Why?" Yoongi glared at him, suspicious. "Wait--you made plans with that tour guide lady."

His companions's chuckles cracked high-pitched with guilt. "I did make plans with the tour guide lady and she invited me to a party, and I know you're not fond of parties."

"Abandoned... by my own manager," Yoongi grumbled.

"I'm not abandoning you, I'm leaving you in the company of this gorgeous young lady." The manager turned to Mayu, his hands pressed together in a pleading gesture. "Well, what do you say?"

"Huh?" She cocked her head at them.

"He may be snarky and cold and too skinny and kinda short and a workaholic..." Yoongi's manager started listing the man’s attributes off his fingers.

She looked Yoongi up and down. "Do you have any good points?"

"Apparently none." He scrunched his nose--rather cutely, in her opinion.

"Aww..." Giving him a sidelong glance, she decided to test the waters with a mild compliment. "You're kinda cute though."

"That I know." He smirked.

"Let's add 'lacks modesty' to your list," she teased.

".. and has the fashion sense of a grandpa as well as the energy levels of one--where was I going with this?" The manager scratched his head.

"Are you selling me, or sabotaging me?" Yoongi snorted.

"Oh yes! But he's very talented--not only is he a rapper, he's also a producer." The manager slapped Yoongi's chest and patted his pale cheek, as if he were a prize calf. "If you don't like his unconventional good looks, you can still benefit from his bank account."

Mayu snickered. "I'm a lawyer, so I think my bank account will be fine, thanks."

It was Yoongi's turn to look her up and down, and it actually seemed that he liked what he was seeing. "Impressive."

"I know." She gave him a triumphant smile.

"Let's add confidence to your list," he quipped.

"Please, take him!" Yoongi's manager begged. "He's Min Yoongi, rapper and producer extraordinaire! That's good enough for most women."

"Min Yoongi..." Her jaw dropped, and it took her a few moments to regulate her shock. "You mean, that Min Yoongi?"

"So you've heard?" His manager simpered in pride. "Yoongi, you're really the best!"

"You're a fan?" Yoongi asked, barely holding in a smug grin.

"My friend likes your group," she replied nonchalantly.

"'Your friend?'" he goaded. "It's okay to admit it."

Before Mayu could retort, the manager clucked his tongue, groaning. "Ah, it's because you don't care for Yoongi, right? Most women prefer the younger ones, I'll bet it's Jimin for you, isn't it?"

Yoongi and Mayu frowned at him incredulously, as if to ask 'why are you still here??' Yoongi waved off his manager: "You know what, just leave, I can get myself a date just fine." He ducked away when the older man attempted to kiss him on the cheek, retaliating with an air punch. His manager ran off, shouting thanks, and he nodded, both in exasperation and affection.

"A date?" She crossed her arms over her chest, a corner of her mouth quirked in a half-smile.

He shrugged. "It doesn't mean anything, Atty...?"

"Ishii. Ishii Mayu." she said, enunciating each syllable.

"Atty. Ishii Mayu, this is shall we say, a contract relationship?" He leaned closer so his face was mere inches from hers. "You've watched dramas, haven't you?"

She rolled her eyes, but her lips curled in a full-blown smile, at the thrill of amusement--and something else--this man's brazenness effected. "I have, but more importantly, I'm a genuine lawyer. So, what are the terms of this contract you're proposing?"

"Purpose: to get a dinner table on this god-forsaken holiday--no offense." He pointed at the designer watch on his wrist. "Duration: from now until the end of December 24. Other conditions: physical contact to be negotiated as necessary." When her eyebrow shot up at those words, he pointed out: "It would be weird if we didn't so much as hold hands on this very romantic night, wouldn't it?"

She conceded with a nod. "Anything else?"

"Maybe a confidentiality clause?" he mumbled.

Remembering that this was an idol she was talking to, she said in a serious tone. "Of course."

"Are we clear then?" Yoongi asked.

"Crystal." She offered her hand. "Shall we shake on it?"

They clasped hands, but the restaurant host stepped out to survey the line at that moment, and Yoongi and Mayu stepped close together, smiling and cuddling for his approval.

"This is necessary physical contact, right?" Yoongi muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Right." Mayu squished his cheeks between her hands, giggling when he scowled at her.

But that seemed to do the trick, since host smiled and called them over. Exchanging conspiratorial looks, the contract couple headed for the door but a beefy fellow blocked their way. Mayu recognized him as the man who had been in front of her in the line about an hour ago, but he had stomped off with his girlfriend in impatience.

"What the fuck?" He roared. "We just stepped out of the line for a minute and now you're stealing our spot!"

Undeterred by the fact that the other man had at least half a foot on him, Yoongi glared. "If you stepped out of line, you're out of the line." She felt him pat her hand assuringly when she clutched at his arm in alarm.

"What was that, punk?" The brute hauled up the collar of Yoongi's leather jacket in one hand, forcing him to stand on tiptoe.

The brute's girlfriend examined Yoongi's face and squealed in recognition. "No, oppa! Don't hit Yoongi-oppa!"

"Why are you calling him Yoongi-oppa?" Shaking Yoongi, the brute demanded: "Are you seeing my girl behind my back?!"

"Are you kidding me?!" Yoongi griped.

"I'll kill you!" The bully screamed.

Mayu gasped when the brute reared back a fist. I can't let him hit a top idol's face! Mustering whatever remnants she could recall from her self-defense lessons, she kicked the attacker's shin. "Kya!" He howled and grabbed his leg, dropping Yoongi. The girlfriend wailed in horror at what ‘Yoongi-oppa had done.’

Without missing a beat, Yoongi choked out: "Run!" They reached for each other's hands at the same time and dashed away, before the brute could recover or the girlfriend could obtain any evidence of Yoongi's identity. Mayu pulled him with her, off the main street and into an alley, and Yoongi followed, trusting that she'd know the city better. They came out into a different plaza, stopping under a street sign, and with the burst of adrenaline finally fading, she dropped to her knees. Yoongi was also wheezing, but remained on his feet, and he instinctively held her hand tighter when she attempted to pull it away to support her unsteady body. She glanced up at him in surprise, and he dropped her hand.

His sharp eyes were wide open as he blinked rapidly. "That was... an emergency, so... necessary physical contact, you know."

"Well, what now?" she asked "Don't you just want... to go to your hotel--for the restaurant!" She shrieked, when he blinked even faster at the word 'hotel.'

Yoongi finally calmed down and murmured: "Yeah... hyung and I had the bright idea of renting an AirBnB instead of booking a hotel. There's nothing there..." Her stomach growled and they avoided each other's gazes. "Err... there's cup ramen though..."

"I could've been in Geneva right now." she mumbled. When he raised his eyebrows in question, she continued: "I had a three week trip planned, to make the most of the holidays, but my friend promised to come here and celebrate Christmas like we always did." She scowled, remembering how her best friend had gotten tied up in work and missed the flight. Mayu had half-heartedly said it was okay, but the more pathetic her Christmas Eve had become, the angrier she had gotten, and she ended up muting her friend on her phone in a snit. "But she flaked out."

"Ah... people like that are the worst," he huffed.

"No, she's not!" She protested. Yoongi looked at her like she was crazy and she sighed. "I'm annoyed at the situation. Honestly, I'm the one who flakes out on her a lot, but she's always there anyway. She really wanted to come here, but her terrible boss made her work... and now she's stuck at the airport... because she wanted to spend Christmas with me... and now I just... really want to eat chicken and strawberry shortcake, because it's Christmas Eve, you know??" She bit her lip, but the run had sapped her of all her energy, and she couldn't hold back the tears. As she sniffled, Yoongi looked round and round as if he would rather be anywhere else.

"Err, umm--wait here!" he yelped, then ran away.

Mayu shook her head. It wasn't like she was in the condition to go wandering anywhere else. Calming her breathing, she looked around. The plaza was strung with colorful lights, leading towards the church. It appeared that the service had ended a while ago--a few stragglers were shuffling out. She stared longingly at a family huddled together as they walked home, and then at a group of giggling girl friends. Swiping at her tears with the sleeve of her jacket, she resolved to head back to her apartment and sleep off the rest of the night. Yoongi had undoubtedly run away from her sudden outburst--he obviously had more than enough drama in his idol life, and she really should've given him a break.

But when she rose to her feet, Yoongi was standing before her, a plastic bag in one hand, and the other outstretched for her to take. "Come on. "

She wanted to ask him why he came back, but instead, she pointed at the plastic bag. "What's that?"

"Food. Now come on." He grabbed her limp hand and led her away purposefully.

"Where are we going?"

He hadn't answered, but even after fifteen minutes of trailing after him, she didn't attempt to leave. It wasn't like she had anything better to do anyway, and... she wasn't about to pass up the chance to be with Min Yoongi, wherever it is he may want to take her. They reached the back of an unusually tall, very old building that had probably been built before city regulations, and he gestured at her to climb up the fire escape. She glowered at him, almost mistrusting that he might ogle her ass in her skintight jeans, but when her foot slipped and he steadied her, she realized that he had only intended to watch out for her. The thrill from earlier returned--accompanied by a fluttery sort of warmth.

They reached the top of the building, and Mayu saw that it towered over most of the other structures and provided a perfect view of the city lights. "Nice," Yoongi declared, walking close to the edge.

"That's one way of putting it." She ran past him, and leaned over the edge--she noticed that he had stepped close to her, almost protectively. "This is amazing!" she cried.

"My manager's lady friend recommended this point. Everyone knows about the view atop the Parasol, but it's not free, overrated, and more importantly, closed right now." He waved a hand along the glittering horizon. "Not a bad view to have with Christmas dinner, isn't it?"

"Not at all." she confirmed.

Yoongi set two rickety chairs that had been abandoned on the rooftop side-by-side and wiped their grimy surfaces down best as he could with a wad of paper napkins before motioning for her to sit. "So don't expect much, since this is just takeout from an Asian grocery, but at least it has rice." He handed her chopsticks, a water bottle and a canned coffee, and a takeout container filled with a chicken quarter on a bed of rice, and took his own set so they could settle down for their meal.

Mayu clapped her hands together. "Itadaki!" They each took a big bite of the soy chicken, chewed, and paused. In unison, they broke into laughter.

He cringed. "It's Chinese food but..."

"... it tastes like it was made by someone..." she continued.

"... who has no idea what Chinese food is supposed to taste like," he finished. He shook his head but ate another mouthful.

"Yeah. But it's not bad, just... different." She tucked in the meal in earnest.

"As they say, hunger is the best spice," he commented wryly. They finished the meal in no time, and he pulled out a takeout carton from the bag. "I have something to make up for that fail." He opened it to reveal a slice of strawberry shortcake. It was slightly battered--the frosting had stuck to the sides of the carton, and the strawberry was hanging lopsidedly--but it was the most beautiful slice of cake she had ever seen in her life nonetheless. She gazed up at him, her lips parted in wonder, and he faltered. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"That's... strawberry shortcake?" she muttered, rather dimly, though she knew that it was.

"Yeah... you better eat it all!" He blustered too loudly, as if hiding his embarrassment. "I begged the staff in the store to give me a slice because my Christmas Eve girlfriend craved it."

Lopping off the portion with the strawberry with her chopsticks, she took a mouthful and moaned in appreciation. Yoongi's cheeks actually seemed to turn pink. "Now this tastes like Christmas!" she chirped.

She smiled at him--not in intrigue, nor amusement, but in unadulterated joy. Yoongi stared at her, then caught himself, coughing and glancing away. But he peeked back when she started blinking erratically at the view. "Err... what are you doing now?"

"Imagining that they're fireworks. Christmas isn't Christmas without fireworks. That’s how we celebrated... at home."

"If you miss home so much, why are you here?" he asked.

She sighed. "I... I'm not actually a lawyer. I mean, I have a law degree and I passed the bar exam but I'm not practicing law. I had this lofty dream of making the world a better place and ridding it of social ills with justice. I thought I had a clear vision of my future, but the more I studied with disillusioned professors and hotshot lawyers that only looked out for self-interests, the more muddled it became. Then finally, while I was doing my internship, I realized that if I tried, I'd just be one lone snowflake wailing against the hell this world has become. And I got scared." She bit her lip, as she turned back to him. "Did that sound..."

"No, I get it. From the beginning, I wanted to use music to expose the pretenses people lived by," he said. "And I understand why you ran away, but that wasn't an option for me--I vowed I'd rather die than give up. If I had to compromise and become and idol to do it, then I would." He gentled his tone when she tensed. "I'm not judging you. I'm saying the paths we take through this world are rarely straight... so even if you're running away now, it doesn't mean you're done."

"It doesn't, huh..." she whispered.

"Why, are you done?" he challenged.

"No." She shook her head and grinned. "That's something that I realized here. My best friend... she's counting on me too. She has always believed in me, and always says that I can make the world a better place."

"I miss my friends too," he admitted. "Like family, sometimes I want to be rid of them--that's why I went on this trip alone. But in the end... I can do what I do because they're by my side."

She wasn't sure which was to blame--the breathtaking view, or that dodgy chicken, or the sweet strawberry shortcake--but her heart thundered with the urge to take a chance. She scooted closer to him. "So this is outside of the terms, but since it's Christmas Eve it's like... well, it would be presumptuous to call it a present, more like a token?" She flicked a hand, and as she expected, he followed the movement with his eyes--when he looked back at her, she was a whisper away from him. He startled, but didn't back away, so she brushed her lips against his.

When she drew back, he asked: "What was that for?"

"Nothing, I just thought you deserved a kiss," she said.

"Hn." he grunted, twisting his lip in a sneer.

"'Hn?!'" she huffed. "I'm not under the illusion that my kiss is the best thing in the world, but it certainly warrants more than a 'hn.'"

"Hn... that wasn't a kiss." He nudged her chin up with two fingers. "This. Is a kiss." There were no hesitations with him--his mouth moved over hers and nibbled at her bottom lip--needy, wanting, and demanding. She whimpered as his tongue chased hers, and worrying that he'd take it as protest, she grabbed at his jacket lapels--but her fretting was for nothing, since he merely pressed closer, angling for a deeper kiss while wrapping his arms around her waist. They were both panting when they pulled away, and his eyes had darkened as he leveled a domineering look at her.

"Was that clear?" he questioned.

"Hmm... you know what, I'm not sure..." was her lilting response. It had the desired effect of riling him up and darkening those keen eyes further.

"Hmm... we can't have that now." He seized her into another kiss and she ran his hands through his bright hair, tugging him against her body. Lost as she was in the sensations of kiss after kiss, she didn't hear the ringing phone until the tone bleared louder as it went unanswered.

She mumbled against his lips. "Your phone is..."

"Ignore it," he breathed and kissed her again.

Yet his manager's voice stabbed into the silence of the night: "Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi--"

It took her pressing against his chest to halt him and make him give his phone attention. "I'm going to kill him, what did he do to my phone--what?" he barked into the offending device. "Then change the flight! Ugh... I forgot about that." He ended the call and looked at her apologetically. "My group has a show tomorrow night and we still have to rush for our flight."

"Oh, I see." She caressed his cheek to convey her understanding.

He stood up and said. "Come on, we'll take you home."

"Oh, you don't have to do that--"

"The terms say until the end of December 24, right?" He beckoned her with a hand. "What kind of boyfriend won't take his girlfriend to her apartment as he leaves her in a strange foreign country?"

"And what kind of girlfriend won't understand when her idol boyfriend has to rush to a schedule halfway across the world?"

But she took his hand and followed him down the building and into the waiting car, driven by his manager. Her apartment wasn't too far, and his manager had the foresight to park a few paces away to give them a few moments alone. Yoongi walked her to the door and they stood face-to-face on the sidewalk, both unwilling to be the first to leave.

"Goodbye then." Mayu said.

"See you when I see you." He slipped a plain white envelope into her hands.

She shook it. "What's this?"

"You gave me a present." He smirked and swiveled on his heels, walking back to the car. "It's only fair I give you one."

She opened the envelope and found two VIP passes to a February show in Tokyo. And a note that said: 'Bring your next boyfriend, if you can find one.'

"Jerk," she chuckled, looking up to stare at his retreating figure. Without a glimpse back, he waved once, got in the car, and sped away.

The path seems much, much clearer now...

"Wait til that girl hears about this." Mayu then recalled she had put her friend on mute, and hurriedly retrieved her phone, changing the settings and reading the last message.

"I'm on my way... and I have the most incredible story to tell you."

She smiled and typed her own response. "I guess we'll be trading incredible stories then, princess."

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