#i dont think i have a big enough following to actually like inspire harassment against them but i feel like it needs to be said just in cas

[seri-tonin]

Okay. Hopefully this will be the last post I feel the need to make on the current discourse but-

I made a post a few days ago complaining about the akatsuki event, and I guess I wasn't clear enough in that post that it is specifically the way that they're handling Ibuki's culture that upsets me, because I got some dumbass in the notes complaining not about the bigotry, but instead about how akatsuki's dynamic was being changed.

Which like... ig it's fine to be upset about your blorbos changing (I personally don't get it, cause characters and relationships changing is simply how stories work, but I'm also not an akatsuki p so I digress) but seriously guys. If you are MORE upset about the changing dynamics than you are about the racism and japanese imperialism???? Just shut up. Like seriously. Get off my blog

The problem with this event is that their handling of Ibuki's culture is racist. Simple as that. If your anger towards happyele over it is for any other reason, then it is misplaced and you are part of the problem

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Love Shot

CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Exo x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

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“Why are you acting so weird.” Mino said, the rim of his cup pressed against his bottom lip.

“I told you. That guy showed up in my studio yesterday. And then again outside last night.” I grumbled, looking down to stir my drink.

“I think your just shooken up. You didn't even see that guys face Y/n.” Mino said after taking a sip.

“Well yeah im shooken up Mino. He gives me weird vibes.”

“I think you need to relax. Just focus on the fact you sold three pieces yesterday. That your probably going to be selling more very soon as well.”

I nodded, telling him he was right. There was no reason why I should be so worked up, especially when nothing really happened. I took abreath and smiled to show Mino was right, but just as I sat back two men walked out of the Cafe I sat on the porch of.

“Kai I told you it wasn't going to work already. No, there's no way after what happened shell ever fall for it.”

My head shot up at that name. That was the same name. My eyes went wide and i couldnt help but look down, covering my face slightly. I heard Mino sigh and the sound of his jacket rustling made me look.

“I think those guys were there. They said Kai. Kai was the name of the guy who followed me.” I said softly.

“You just remember his name was Kai?” Mino said with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, yeah.”

“Y/n, sit up. You either misheard then or misheard now. You need to stop doing this to yourself.”

I looked at Mino’s annoyed face and slouched back. He was right. I was being crazy. I nodded more to clear my own head than agree with him and took another sip of my coffee, making sure it was big enough sip to be able to leave it. I just wouldn't bring this up in front of him anymore. If he wasn't going to believe me, let alone help, there was no reason to continue to bring this up.

“Okay, I have to go to wrap these paintings. Junmyeon is coming soon to pick them up.” I said grabbing my coat and bag before standing up.

“Just remember you'll be okay. If it makes you feel unsafe lock your door.” He said through a deep breath. I nodded half heartedly before walking out of the closed off porch, not bothering to even look at him.

Waiting for Junmyeon seemed to take forever. It seemed that 4:30 was never going to happen, and I was too anxious to do anything else to take your mind off of it. I tried everything; playing on my phone, napping, cooking, painting, anything to take my mind off the time. But none of these things seemed to work. All I could do was stand with my arms crossed and sip on the tea that went cold a while ago as I stared out the window. I had so many questions for him, but at the same time I didn't know if my questions were going to make me look as crazy as Mino made me feel. I decided to just sit down and write my questions down. That usually made me feel better.

There were a few things. One, who are those men. Two, why does Jongin look like the man who was harassing me in the alley? Three, why were they standing outside my apartment. Writing these things out seemed to help kill time since before I knew it the little bell that told me someone was opening the door rang.

I tried not to seem eager as I stood up from my desk to make my way downstairs to greet him, pushing the sleeves of my button up over my elbows, which now seemed to be more of a nervous habit than a convenience.

“Good afternoon, Y/n.” He said comfortably.

“Hey. So it looks like they were wrapped by a four year old, the company sent me pre cut sheets that are too big for my canvas size and they don't fit in my paper cutter.” I said, trying not to seem eager about the questions I wanted to ask.

“Oh thats fine. There just going straight to Baekhyun and Jongin’s office to be hung up. It's no big deal.” He said with that bright smile again.

“So how do you know these guys?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible.

“Old family friends, business partners. That kind of thing. Best Friends really.” He said with a light chuckle.

“Jongin looks alot like this guy I saw the other night after Mino’s opening in that back alley. It startled me at first, but that man's name was Kai or something like that.” I chuckled, waving your hand.

“Oh that's weird? Well it couldn't have been Jongin, he was actually supposed to come with me to the opening but was called away for business.” He smiled, leaning against the table the paintings were on and folding his arms. I hummed, nodding my head before clapping my hands gently together.

“Would you like a bottle of water?” I asked, smiling and taking a step forward as he nodded towards the little fridge that was by the table. “Oh by the way, why were you guys standing outside so late last night? Did you need something?”

“We weren't outside?” He said quickly.

“You weren't? I could have sworn I saw you?” I said standing up, stopping mid twist to take the cap off.

“No, I was home knocked out.” He said with a slight pout.

I nodded. Maybe you were so tired you just thought it was them. I shook your head and laughed at myself. Mino was right. I were going to make myself crazy.

“I need to run, the guys are waiting for me.” Junmyeon said, smiling as he lifted the paintings. “These really are so great. Thank you again.” He said reaching a hand out for the bottle.

“Of course. I'll see you soon.” I said smiling before turning to go open the door for him.

I couldn't say that the conversation made me feel better once Junmyeon left, but I could say I felt weirdly relieved. Relieved enough that I was able to put my thoughts aside and dive back into the work I should have been doing earlier that day.

Two days later I stood behindmy easel, my hair a mess, one paintbrush in my hand and another in my mouth. It seemed like my entire body covered in paint. I had taken a stroll down the Han river earlier and the water alone had inspired me so much that I couldnt wait to get the colors down on a canvas. I was squeezing more green onto the palate when the little bell rang just loud enough over the music for me to hear.

“Hello!” I called, finishing blending before I peaked around the canvas. A wide smile broke onto my face as I saw Baekhyun standing there holding a bouquet of flowers.

“I just wanted to stop by and say thank you for the art. It's so nice to look at during the day.” He said placing the vase down on the closest empty space he could find.

“Oh thank you so much! You didn't have to stop by to say that, its really to nice.” I said placing my things down and walking over to him. He laughed through his hand that covered his mouth I wiped my hands off on the bottom of my paint covered jean shirt. “This thing has been ruined for years, dont think im always this messy.” I added making him chuckle again.

“The real reason I stopped by, actually, was to ask you a question.” He said, sitting halfway onto the table by the flowers. “We just  refurbished our home, and I was wondering if you would work for me to paint things for my walls.”

“How many rooms?” I asked, already perfectly willing to do it.

“I have five rooms, they'll need three to four paintings each.” He said, his eyes sparkling as I nodded.

“I can do that.”

“Great! I was wondering if you would be interested in coming by the house to look around. See what we have going on and get an idea of what I’d like in each room.”

“Just let me know when.” I said looking over to the piece I were working on and back, just making sure it had not settled too much.

“Perfect. I have the day off Tuesday. Would you be able to come around noon?”

After setting the time and receiving his address I walked Baekhyun out, thanking him again and with probably the most gentle handshake he was climbing into the back of a big black car and driving off.

Tuesday came and all through my back seat ride to the address I was given I couldn't help but feel nervous. I really felt the need to impress Baekhyun. He already had such high expectations of my work, so I was just praying that I would be able to with hold that expectation.

I was shocked to see the size of the driveway that the car slowly rolled down towards his house. I figured he was wealthy by the way he dressed and the cars that drove him around, but a half a mile driveway just out of the city wealthy wasn't quite what I expected. The house itself was stunning without any help. It’s extravagant historic exterior was the first thing that started to ring the inspiration bells in my head. Without even going in I could already see the high ceilings through the arched windows that seemed to hug around the circular driveway with a large front porch littered with beautiful, blooming flowers. Large and modern was what I was most comfortable with, and I could already start to picture the things I wanted to do.

With one more deep breath I thanked the cab driver and grabbed my bag. It felt so strange walking into a place that could probably afford the most famous painters to commision for this poject. I had to take a step back and try to convince myself that I was asked there for a reason, and no one could take that away from me.

The volume of the doorbell on the other side of the door made me jump, I didn't know why I didn't expect it to be that loud. It made me even more nervous than I already was, but the moment the door opened to expose Baekhyun’s sweet smile everything washed away. I took him in, his tousled hair, and messily thrown on button up thats sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows. He looked so comfortable, and really so happy.

“Come on in, I've been hanging and moving furniture around so I’m a little sweaty.” He chuckled, wiping one of his hands over his chest.

I followed him into the house, instantly letting my eyes wander I made a note to how the inside of the house was more modern than the outside, with large open rooms that had white marble floors and minimalist furniture that seemed to have been custom made to fit every crook and corner. Tall plants were scattered around the three rooms I was really able to see into, once again adding more inspiration to the array of paintings I was preparing myself for.

I followed Baekhyun around, taking notes on the little pad of paper I brought with me as he told me how many pieces and where they would go in the rooms he lead me through, as well as snapping photos of the rooms. He seemed to value my opinion, asking me what I thought of the rooms as a whole and expressing his concerns about them as well, until the two of us ended up in the kitchen. I sat on one of the barstools as Baekhyun walked over to the cabinet, pulling out glasses for the two of us.

“Water okay?” He asked, holding one of the glasses up, smiling as I nodded.

“So you said this place was abandoned before you bought it?” I asked as I slipped my coat off of my shoulders.

“Until my father bought it, but he passed away before he could really start remodeling it. It was actually supposed to be my mother's new hobby, but when he died she could hardly look at the place.” He said, passing me the cup before leaning against the counter. He laughed, seeing how uncomfortable I got about the sudden dark turn the conversation took, and continued. “My dad was very sick for a very long time. It’s one of the reasons im so close with Junmyeon. His family and a few others took my family in as their own, really helped us out when his life got especially hard.”

“Thats really nice of them,” I started, not really sure how to continue the conversation. “So, do you live here all alone then?” I asked, just trying to change the topic.

“Mm, no. So these families that helped us? They all had sons. So its me and 7, some times 8 other guys who live here. You’ve actually met a few of them.” He said. I nodded, knowing exactly who he was talking about.

“It’s great that you’re not here all by yourself though, this house would be to big for me to live in all by myself.” I said with a soft smile.

“Sometimes with as many people that are in this house it seems too small. These boys are crazy.” He said making me laugh again.

“Speaking of crazy,” He added, regaining my attention. “Were having a business party here on saturday. It sounds boring but it's a masquerade ball theme so it could be fun. You should come.”

“Oh! I dont know if I could impose” You said, biting you lip and shaking your head at how eager you were to say yes.

“Not an imposition. Think of it as an opportunity to build connections.” He said with that same gentle smile.

“Okay. Ill be there.” I said, trying to hide my excitement.

We sat there for almost another hour, talking about things that didn't really matter. I couldn't help but find it flattering how interested he was in my school years. I couldnt help but to notice the way his voice would get soft as he giggled as the crazy stories I told him about my first few months in South Korea. How his eyes would shut almost the whole way when he would laugh just hard enough. I would be lying to myself if I said he wasnt handsome. He was, and my fluttering heart was enough to prove that.

Chapter 3