#in beanie's words: j is a bum

[electrozeistyking]

Will Uzi Come back for good in a new body?

Willshe be able to touch n or her daughter when she a ghost? I'd imagine that be a sweet scene

How is V in this au, it's mentioned she's a cool aunt? Does she have a family of her own yet? Or is the plan for her to get with N?

How the other characters like khan or Tessa doing?

Uzi can only possess low-functioning AI... not that she knows that yet. But I got some cool plans involving that, so keep them googly eyes on me!

As for V? Yeah, she's Beanie's wacky Auntie V now! She does not have a family of her own (due to trying to keep N from collapsing in on himself from grief and loneliness), and at this rate, I don't think she ever plans on having one.

For all she cares, the Doormans ARE her family. Beanie is a goofy, clueless kid (gets that from her dad), but she is perceptive. V will believe she's a silly little kid, only to get hit with an observation that she never noticed - like how N's footsteps only thump loudly when he's not feeling well. Which she realizes happens a lot....

Sorry to the Envy shippers, but the plan is not for N and V to get together. After Uzi's death, V finds that even considering the idea is a lil bit weird. She knows it's odd to feel this way, but she likens it to stealing Uzi's husband, or replacing N's wife. So, she's instead happier to be N's other sister.

Khan's does alright. He's a bit creaky and old now, but can somehow stay on his toes around his chaotic granddaughter. As for Tessa and J... well, they're somewhere. Doing things. Speaking of J, I definitely think Beanie would not like her. Like mother like daughter, amiright?

Also Doll's missing now. Well, she's actually been missing for eight years... but I'm sure she's fine. Probably.

[bts-whore]

You’re Beautiful [1]

Authour’s Note: So um, this scenario is just a bit of... what I went through. This scenario is gonna be a series, but it will be from a relate-able point of view with the reader. A lot of this info is personal, but I feel like I need to put myself in this. It’s not gonna be legit all me, but... it’s something I needed to vent off what I have been through till now. So if you take the time to read this series, I thank you! Other than that, please support anyone with hardships in their lives, I would love feedback to. Thank you!

“No matter who you are, no matter what you do, I believe that being there for the people you love... it’s one of the most blissful feelings you could ever have. The feeling of being a good person, the feeling of... being wanted for a reason. I believe... I found that from meeting you.”

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warning: Mentions of Depression, Suicide, Body Image Issues, Smut, and lots of Fluff that could make you squeal

Word Count: 2.5K

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Taking out the trash, I looked up from where I stood, my eyes staring at the light grey clouds that glowed ever so brightly in the sky. I could smell the fresh winter blow through, making my skin grow with goosebumps from the chilly air. Winter was so wonderful, but sometimes it was just like painful ice cubes or flakes stabbing the skin like a jellyfish’s stingers. Well, it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle, being from Florida and moving around was nothing, so the winter air was just a mere tickle. My hands moved the trash into the trash bin, eyes wavering a bit and soon closing them.

I moved to Korea not long ago, feeling it best to just get away from what has been on my mind for so long. I needed this chance, even if my parents were against the idea of moving to a foreign country, I reassured them that I would be fine. This chance to take classes in college, the chance to relieve myself from the people who only made me miserable, I needed the time to get away. It was a silly thing, yes, but when you are on the brink of relapsing, wouldn’t you leave to go somewhere far to get your shit together? No? I would, I want to leave the place that made me hate who I was. That’s why Korea was the first spot. A university that I could attend was great and I started tomorrow. It was going to be nice. At least, I hope it will.

“Ah, shit. I need to get dinner.” I said, looking at my phone and quickly running up the steps to my apartment, my hand opening the door knob and pushing it open. I took a deep breath, already exhausted and sigh. This body of mine… it was not the greatest of bods you would find in the world and on women, but it was what I lived with. I carried baby fat I never managed to burn off because I was so focused on eating and making myself into a lazy bum. I weighed almost 175 Lbs. Doctor told me I was too overweight for my age and body height. Call that something, huh? I hadn’t exercised in a long time, and even if I did, I lose the motivation to. Well, it was nothing I couldn’t handle. At least, not anymore.

Grabbing the house keys and my wallet with whatever amount of cash I had /won/, I walked out the apartment, locking the door and taking a deep breath, my eyes looking to the sky as I walked down the stairs of the building. It looked like it was going to snow soon, and it was gonna be a rough snowy day especially. I hadn’t recalled the last time I saw the snow. I must have been eleven or twelve when I did, but I do remember spending those winter days with my grandpa, two months before his death came in Ohio. When the news of his death fell from my father’s lips, I remember the tears he spilled and the tears I felt fall. I never saw my father cry before, but I knew I would never forget it… even my mother. Even though I have seen her cry many times before, she always remained strong and I always loved them, even if they made me who I was today. Do believe me, I love my parents, but I couldn’t handle the expectations they have thrown onto me. It was all… too much.

I stepped on the sidewalk, pulling my scarf up as the wind got a little heavy and I just sigh, my long, brown hair whipping around as the wound blew, making me pull my beanie up on my head from my pocket. I wore winter boots that were a bit fuzzy, my socks fuzzy as well, but I wore leggings and a sweater with a coat that reached below my thighs. Though, it wasn’t enough to keep me warm. I didn’t think Korea’s weather was like this at times. It was so cold and I wished I had brung more clothes with me from home. Maybe mom was right about being sure to do your research. The thought made me homesick, but I push the thought down. My eyes look up in front of me as I came to the city limits in Seoul, hoping I will find a food stand around the area, and right on cue, I did.

The food stand contained noodles called Myeon, a North Korean dish of cold buckwheat or sweet potato noodles with cucumber, radish, beef and a boiled egg in an icy broth, or keep warm and satisfied with sujebi /hand torn noodles in a clam and vegetable broth/ and bites of raw green chilli. It was perfect, and with that, I asked for the keep warm dish and had sweet potato noodles. It was good to keep warm in the winter, so with that, I paid thirteen won, thanking them in my rusty Korean, and then setting off, fixing my glasses and I sighed a bit, closing my eyes. What time was it anyway?

10:00 PM.

“Ahh… I gotta sleep soon. Damn it. This is gonna be a pain..” I said with an exasperated sigh, pulling my food close and before I even knew it, I slammed into someone’s chest, grunting and soon dropping my dish I ordered, the food splattering all over the concrete floor as I held my nose, whimpering, my eyes looking up.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t see where I was going sir!” I said, my Korean super rusty as I had just learned it in under a few months before coming to Korea. The man in front of me wore a beanie, sunglasses on the birch of his nose, a sick mask, like the ones you see doctors wear, on his face and I blink. His fashion style seemed much recent, so this guy couldn’t be like… over his forties. He wore Vans that were pretty recent, his jeans tight against his legs, showing off his muscles a bit and there were a few holes here and there. Though, he was wearing a black leather jacket, he even wore a collared shirt with a scarf under it. Something rang in my ear, telling me he was in his twenties at least, that much I got.

“Um… sir, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you.” I said with a nervous smile, his silence making me antsy and uneasy under his stare. My hands went up a bit in defense when he pulled his mask down, his thin lips in full view, and what I didn’t expect to hear was his voice, milky, deep, and so sweet in it’s light hearted tone.

“I am sorry, is your nose alright? You didn’t hit it that hard right?” He asked and pulled the mask and sunglasses off, reaching to touch my nose for any swelling, bleeding, or a sign that it was broken. His hands were so warm against my cold cheeks, making me flush. He had handsome features, like the little dumps above the side of his lips, his caramel brown eyes looking at my nose and pulled back a bit.

“I am fine! Don’t worry. I’m okay.” I said with a soft smile, but then I noticed his gaze fall to the floor… my Myeon. Oh no, he isn’t gonna do what I think he is gonna do, right?

“I am so sorry about your dinner! Here, let me buy you another one.” The stranger said.

Bingo… This was a hassle enough, now he was wanting to pay for my food and help me get a new one? I didn’t think that he would go that far, but I couldn’t let him pay for my dinner, hell, we just met too! This was not gonna go well.

“No, no! You don’t have to! I can get a new one.” I said.

“No, no. I insist, it’s the least I can do for bumping into a pretty lady like you.” He said.

Wait. Did he just… Did a handsome guy like him call me “pretty?” What was this dream? I had to be dreaming. Yeah, that’s it, It is all a dream. I will pinch myself, and wake up. Yup, starting now. I reached my my right hand to my left arm, pinching it hard and soon wincing. Okay, this wasn’t a dream… this is reality. Oh, fuck. This can’t be happening. This will be news to tell one of my friends that were still in the U.S.A.

“I… um, I guess. But I am gonna pay you back!” I said, forcing the guy to chuckle, making me flustered and embarrassed, “D-Don’t laugh! I mean it! I am gonna pay you back.” I retort.

“Okay, I believe you. But, I have a better idea.” The stranger said, “You can pay me back by having coffee with me maybe?” He asked and smiles a bit.

“J-Just coffee?” I asked, the question popping up… Did he just basically ask me out? No, no! (Y/N) don’t start assuming things, maybe he just wants to be friends, that has to be it. Anyways, I reluctantly nodded a bit at his question, only receiving a beaming smile in response from him.

“Great! Here, let me get you another bowl, my treat!” The stranger said and ran to the food stand, looking back at the food on the floor and he ordered the exact one i had bought. What was this guy thinking? I didn’t think he would be willing to help me out, but he seemed determined to do so. I sighed and sat down on the bench, soon seeing his feet beside mine and he I look up to see him holding a fresh bowl of Myeon.

“Thank you, but you really didn’t have to pay for it, I still have cash for it.” I said and the stranger shook his head.

“No, I was clumsy, I should have looked at where I was going, it was the least I can do for an apology. Besides, I don’t mind helping out others when they need something.” He said, his voice tinged with a bit of confidence a bit of care.

“Right… Well, I should um get home. I have to get to class in the morning at the University, early riser ya know?” I said.

“Of course! Can I walk you home? Oh, I forgot, my name is Jung Hoseok, and may I ask your’s?”

“(Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you… Hoseok.” I said, his name ringing a few bells and I tilt my head. Jung Hoseok. I have heard that name before. Well, now is not the time to dwell in the thoughts. “Well, I should be going, I guess I will um… see you tomorrow for coffee? What time and place?” I asked.

“Ah, well, I will pick you up from the University or your place. Here, have my number.” He said, handing me a small paper with his number on it, making me feel a bit giddy inside at how this has escalated, but the possibility of having a friend, FINALLY, after what? Five days of living here? I finally, probably, got a friend. “Do you mind if I ask where you live? I can walk you, unless you’re close by, then I can just go on ahead.” Hoseok said with a sweet smile.

“Oh! I just live around the block. I live in the Seoul Dorms. The apartment with the big blue sign.” I said with a small smile, my eyes looking into his gently.

“Well, what a coincidence, me and my friends live there as well. What luck would I have for having a beautiful girl living next door to the dorm I live in~?” Hoseok asked with a cheeky, but cocky grin. I felt the urge to just laugh a bit, but I did wonder, I did hope I lived next door to him. He was cute, calm, collected, confident, and even polite, unlike most guys so far that I’ve seen.

“Well, we will just have to see.” I said with a smile.

“We will see, indeed. Shall we?” He asked and I chuckled, walking and talking with him along the way.

Hoseok was a sweet guy. He enjoyed dancing, singing, food, and he even seemed to enjoy music more than anything. Have I ever seen him before? I couldn’t remember, it has been a long time since I last saw a guy like him, and the name was on the tip of my tongue, but I could register it because it was muddled with so many memories I didn’t want to remember. Regardless, I don’t think it mattered, but it seemed to bug me more and more as I thought.

The walk to the apartment was rather short lived as we finally arrived in front of it. I sigh a bit, making sure Hoseok’s number was saved into my phone, and when I saw it was, I smiled softly to myself. Glancing over to Hoseok, we walked up the stairs and we soon parted.

“So you do live next door, huh?” Hoseok’s words broke through and I looked, seeing him about to unlock the door to his apartment, holding the key in his hand, mine in my own hand and I chuckle in response.

“Seems to be so. Well, i will um.. Text you tomorrow? I will let you know when class is over.” I said, soon opening my door and stopping, “Um.. have a good night.” I said with a sweet smile, his eyes seemingly wide at that and I walk inside. I took a deep breath and pull my glasses off as I closed the door. Home and now I am not hungry. I placed the dinner in the refrigerator and pulled a water bottle out, soon pulling off my jacket and hanging it on the coat rack.

My eyes landed on my bed and I fell in it, holding the water bottle gently and placing it down, letting it sit up and I sigh. Today was… rather weird. First I relapse a bit on memories, then I go to get dinner, I bump into a stranger named Jung Hoseok, and now I am asked to a sort of “date” with him tomorrow after classes at the University. Today has been so hectic and yet… I could feel my stomach flip butterflies at the thought of making a new friend.

I closed my eyes, feeling exhaustion, but when I heard my phone vibrate, I grabbed the electronic and clicked the lock button, seeing a text from Hoseok, my eyes reading the message.

Good night, I can’t wait for tomorrow!! Get a lot of rest and be prepared for class, I will be waiting for ya! - 10:23 PM

What a dork… I chuckle a bit and soon close my eyes, exhaustion taking me over and I sigh a bit, my breathing evened out, then everything went to black, and I was now in dreamland. 

[electrozeistyking]

Even more questions:

What if Tessa met Beanie? How would she react to N being a father?

Does Beanie hang upside down using her tail? If she can of course.

Does she like reading? If yes then what's her favorite book?

What if J met Beanie?

What if Uzi didn't have to die?

Does she play with her dad's hair?

How does V spend time with Beanie?

What if Beanie somehow found out about what happened to her mother?

Does Beanie have any fears? Like things that make her uncomfortable, scared and ect.

What does make Beanie happy?

For that first question, I’m just going to say I think Tessa would be disgruntled and confused. N (and V) spent eight years on Copper-9, and suddenly he’s a dad??? As for the other questions, I have spent all day drawing stuff for.

I assume Beanie would like generic children’s books (though I assume they’d be pretty wacky, considering they’d be written by drones). However, she has once stolen and read a whole dictionary. She may be a little WordGirl in the making, but hell if she can pronounce any of them.

So I debated on whether I should unveil GD!J’s design for this, and I decided “Eh. Why not?” I believe J and Beanie’s first meeting would not go over well, which would certainly make Bea develop a hatred towards J (like mother like daughter!). In her words, J is a bum.

N definitely would not have ghost sight, and would have kept his old (if a little well-loved at this point) outfit. Seeing as Beanie was named by N when he put Uzi’s hat on her head whilst being sleep-deprived, I highly doubt that she would still have that name here. Also N still gets kisses. :D

Like a little kitty cat, especially when he’s recharging. She likes batting at his bangs a lot. Who knows why.

I like the idea V would accept the role of being Beanie’s wacky aunt. They are a force to be reckoned with, and they’re sometimes very unhelpful put together. (By the way, Bea inherited N’s dialect, meaning they both pronounce certain words the same way. In this case, they both say “Awn-tee.”)

She... probably wouldn’t take it well in the wrong context. She may like biting things, but she only bites other drones when she’s scared. The above comic features Beanie overhearing that N technically killed her mother, and terrified by the idea he could hurt his loved ones, she bites him for the first (and possibly only) time.

While Beanie is scared of strangers and freaky dark places, that’s nothing in compared to how terrified and worried she becomes when separated from her father for long periods of time, thanks to him always being around her. She could wander away from him, but she’ll always toddle back to him.

Outside of her family and turtlenecks, what I’ve taken to calling “roboroaches” make Beanie happy! She gets an extra blast of serotonin when she sees them, and she may be some kind of “cute little bug” whisperer at this point.

Thanks for the questions! Hope you enjoyed the responses :3

OH FROGS! SHE DOES NOT HANG UPSIDE DOWN BY HER TAIL BTW, I KNEW I WAS FORGETTING TO ANSWER ONE. She does open doors with it sometimes, though.