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I am a huge sucker for one character being chill about a situation while everyone else is freaking out, so if you’re up to it would you tell us about This Is Normal?

@tolrais asked: Sizhui genii locorum!

okay so i must disappoint bc that wasn’t actually a jesting “This Is Normal” - let’s talk genii locorum, known more commonly in the singular: genius loci, the “intellects of [the] place”. In this case: what if it was perfectly common that if cultivation was practiced in roughly the same way in roughly the exact same place, by roughly the same bloodline, for long enough, power built up in the land itself? Power and something resembling thought, in the slow way of geography? (That’s why it tends to attach to a bloodline - individual humans, even cultivators, disappear so fast on a geological scale.)

Say that each generation, the land picks a favorite to bestow its power to - one person, one generation, at a time, only. Others of the blood may access it, but to a far lesser degree. Petty effects. More if the land is partial to them. The true wielder of the land is, of course, traditionally the sect leader - and if they’re not at first, they’re probably gonna be appointed as such.

Say the powers are elemental, roughly, Say their personalities are shaped by the land itself - lakes or mountains, hills or plains - and the continuous philosophy of those who cultivate (upon) them. They choose their favorites based on who most matches what they are, and the strongest sect leaders are those with the greatest affinity for their land.

Or, lemme put it like this:

Lan Wangji was always GusuLan’s favorite, unwavering and fastidious, aloof and righteous and eternal as the cool mountain peaks. Its cool shrouded him; its ice turned Bichen’s edge even sharper. Even though he was far away in a land of fire, it flowed to him like a high-speed glacier when his father died - and he, panicking and desperate, denied it.

It wasn’t the refusal that turned it away - though it’s true, one must actively accept a land’s power; it cannot be forced upon a person. But usually, in such a dispute, the wouldn’t-be recipient dies - in a fight between one human and an entire countryside over that human’s soul, it is acceptance or destruction. Instead, it was...well, the fact of refusal. The fact that he broke, that his gut instinct - resolute as ever - was the shirking of responsibility. That, GusuLan could not tolerate. It didn’t press the issue to destruction, because Lan Wangji wasn’t its chosen after all.

There was nothing, to be clear, wrong with Lan Xichen. He was a little warmer, but still beautiful and distant. He would bend, but his core was upright and unfaltering. He followed the rules to the letter. He was even closer, physically - and in that little cabin in which he was sleeping, hidden, he woke sharply from a restless sleep as the air around him turned to welcome ice.

Or like this:

Jiang Cheng was never YunmengJiang’s first choice. He wasn’t even its second choice. The lakes of YunmengJiang - bright and warm with sunlight, loud with the chatter of market crowds, sweet and beautiful with lotus seeds and petals, all over drowning-dark depths...how could they not fall in love with the boy their Jiang Fengmian bought home? How could the water not leap to follow his every gesture, whenever he went out upon it?

(Except that when he first felt it pressing at him with not just curiosity but love, he thought of Madam Yu’s clenched fist and Jiang Cheng’s yearning gaze, and he shoved it away as hard and fast as he could.)

Failing that, how could they not adore their eldest daughter, sweet and kind and welcoming to all, and protective enough to wield words like deadly blades? Once the land is cultivated to its own sentience, it doesn’t need to be a cultivator who bears its power...

(Except it does still need to be someone whose heart the doctors don’t worry over every time she does something more spiritually strenuous than meditate. And she cannot stay, she’ll explain one day, weeping, on a boat she’s rowed out to the middle of the lake herself. If it was just a matter of love - but they also need the alliance, or Lotus Pier, Yunmeng, YunmengJiang itself might be lost - )

So. Jiang Cheng wears all his deadliness on the surface and all his joy and welcome deep beneath, and YunmengJiang is the opposite. But at least he stays. Land moves on a geological time, and YunmengJiang more than most loves all its people, not just a select family. It can leap readily to the will of someone who stays and looks after them.

Or:

Agreement was universal that Nie Mingjue was a perfect bearer of QingheNie, mighty and stern and stubborn as the mountain granite. As tall, too, some would joke. It’s traditional for a Sect Leader to wear at all times a symbol of their land’s blessing - Lan Xichen’s headdresses always sparkle with a thin coating of ice; a lightly jeweled hip flask has been passed from Jiang to Jiang in which to hold lakewater. Upon taking title and land from his father, Nie Mingjue wears a circlet of rock on his brow, hard stone crafted with his own hands as though molding clay.

Agreement was equally universal that Nie Huaisang was possibly the worst bearer of QingheNie in the clan’s entire history. Flighty where he should be staunch and stern, barely able (much less willing) to lift a blade, as flappable as one of his fans...as Sect Leader, he set a chunk of granite into the base of each one of those silly fans, but it was a public secret that the stone had been carved and smoothed by a stoneworker, not the Headshaker.

The mountains of Qinghe shook with grief on the day Nie Mingjue died, as they had for his father; grief and rage. The Unclean Realm itself shifted and nearly collapsed in several places - some of its famous defensibility came from being set into the mountainside itself, the back halls giving way to twisting tunnels running through the rock. Can you imagine how long one fighter with a saber can hold a single slim tunnel? Hidden ways, their secrets known only to the inhabitants; the deeper an enemy goes, the less likely they are to come out...

A single chip of granite launched across the room with fury can drive through a man’s eye and into his brain, killing him instantly, even with a fan trailing behind. Fortunately, it never needed to come to anything that gauche.

(It would have preferred Nie Mingjue, it really would, but even more than GusuLan, the last thing QingheNie has ever done is falter.)

So...

If the Burial Mounds had once been cultivated to a benevolent sentience and their power then corrupted, it’s been forgotten. But resentful and spiritual energy are two sides of the same coin, and the Burial Mounds yearn for company, for lives to call their own, just like any other land...but what sort of person has enough rage, vengeance, heartache, and loss to match them? Who could have enough strength of spirit to bear the touch of a land whose elemental power is death itself?

Trick question, we all know the answer to that.

Good thing we got him, too, because defeating Wen Ruohan at the heart of the volcano he commands is a bitch and a half. (He wears a jagged crown of obsidian glass and Nie Mingjue will walk away with a burn on his face from the man’s touch.)

LanlingJin’s power is invested in light. Their Sect Leaders - or in Jin Ling’s case, Sect Heirs - carry a lantern at one hip, representative more than anything (one cannot cage light.) Or, you know, they just lowkey glow all the time - but that’s not convenient on a night hunt; you need something coverable. Jin Ling would have inherited it from his father, but instead it came directly from - you know, I so, so want to say his grandmother? But I don’t think Meng Yao, Jin Guangyao, would turn out quite the same were Jin Guangshan not exactly as Sect Leader as he in canon, and I’m loath to say Jin Sect is, like, particularly sexist or something to let both be true. So, grandfather it is, unfortunately.

Jin Guangyao is jealous, but Jin Guangyao has too many secrets for bright LanlingJin. Maybe it would twist to suit him, with another couple generations dark and poisoned beneath the pretty lights, but not yet. Not even with how easily it’s gift can flow into illusions. Fortunately, LanlingJin is also the most gentle of the Great Sect Lands - perhaps weak, with how its family has been failing it, recently, in their stated intent. So Jin Ling can withstand its sudden flood even at the ripe age of two and a half.

It makes up for a little, for Jin Ling to have no memory of a time when he didn’t have the fierce, warm, bright affection of a coastal tower, busy city, and sun-drenched skies curled possessively around his soul. YunmengJiang bristles at the intrusion and mourns another loss (oh, YunmengJiang...at least it’s in accord with Jiang Cheng); and LanlingJin doesn’t like that its favorite so often strays so far. But family is important, both lands can reluctantly agree (in the manner of circling tigers, wary and territorial, thoughts not quite human.) They both want him loved.

...oh yeah, I was supposed to talk about Lan Sizhui, wasn’t I.

GusuLan would love that boy. It does love him, in its cold, discreet way. But it’s...complicated. It’s not Lan Sizhui’s fault. (Of the three, this is very much the AU least about Lan Sizhui.)

It’s the second battle of the Burial Mounds, as the second horde of corpses approaches. Wei Wuxian paces, mutters to Lan Wangji, "If I still had the land...but I don't know where it is. I can't hear it at all. I don't understand it."

This is not how Lan Wangji wanted to do this - though in fairness, he had no idea what would be a non-awkward way. He still doesn’t. Just a little louder than to be an answer to Wei Wuxian, he says, "Lan Sizhui."

"Yes, Huangang-jun?" The boy is at his elbow in an instant

Lan Wangji turns a little to include him in the conversation. He'd be gesturing if he was a man who made unnecessary motions. "Lan Yuan."

"Yes?" he repeats.

Wei Wuxian stares at the both blankly.

"A-Yuan," Lan Wangji clarifies. He draws his guqin but he can't quite make eye contact with either of them.

Wei Wuxian gasps. He cups Lan Sizhui's very baffled cheeks (except something is a little familiar...) and peers at his face, turning it this way and that to check for familiar features. He peers deeper in a way that would be stunningly rude in anyone else (it’s still stunningly rude; they’ve all just come to expect that of Wei Wuxian) and likely impossible if there wasn't a shared affinity for what he seeks - but the bond is distant, so distant. Buried, smothered, bound.

(Lan Yuan, now Sizhui, has always felt like there was something he was missing, something he couldn't remember that was just out of reach. He thought it was the concept of parents or something like that, or maybe just a natural ennui that everyone had and didn’t speak of for propriety’s sake. He discarded it, because of course he had everything he could ever want.)

"A-Yuan..." Wei Wuxian looks at Lan Wangji, wondering, smoldering with love - and just the tiniest bit of reproach.

Lan Wangji looks away. It's a terrible thing to block someone off from their spiritual power, and it's a worse thing yet to block them off from the any power of a land they may bear. One is an insult to an individual, the other to the earth itself, almost as heretical as demonic cultivation. Su She, of course, has done both today, but only temporarily...and that’s a low bar to which to be compared.

But there was too much roiling in Wen Yuan when Lan Wangji found him, death and -

(You know what, I can’t decide: Did QishanWen’s smoldering lava pass to Wen Qing when no one closer was available, ceaseless fire matching ceaseless fire? Or were the Dafan Wens sufficiently distinct for long enough, far enough, that she was already taken? Is there DafanWen in its own right, high hills with the power of growth, from dainty flowers to ancient trees, twisting vines to healing herbs?

...yes, I think so.

But I also think they were close enough in blood, had spent enough time in the heart of the Nightless City, for some inheritance. So the reason no one stepped forward, at the Yiling Patriarch’s demand, to admit to killing Wen Ning was that...Wen Ning knew he was too weak, insufficiently greedy/ambitious for things to burn and build anew; he knew QishanWen was too quenched and dormant after its defeat to the Sunshot Alliance, and he was too far away and it was literally raining. He knew that to fight back would only bring pain down on more of their people. But even so, there was no one to step forward, because the man who dealt the killing blow burned screaming to ashes.

There were sparks left in the souls of each member of the blood left alive, but not enough to burst to flame. With that last death, QishanWen lay...dormant.)

(Until, maybe, almost all the rest of them were killed in the space of about 10 minutes. That must’ve sent a couple sparks flying.,,)

- so there was too much roiling in Wen Yuan when Lan Wangji found him. Verdant DafanWen was barely settled, still reeling from the loss of its favored daughter, the best healer in three generations. QishanWen sparked with new loss and ire, driving a fever. And the Burial Mounds, whose touch was death...

It is possible, for two lands to share a host. Boundaries are a human invention; the Earth is all one thing. Pride and territorialism are taught. And even if those have set in, they can certainly fight, in the infinite space of a human soul.

And the Burial Mounds loved that child. He wasn’t raging, he wasn’t mourning (except he was just starting to, now); but he wasn’t scared of them. Why would be be? The dead things that roamed it belonged to his Xian-gege; the living were his family; this land was his home.

But the Burial Mounds’ was the power of death itself, and A-Yuan wasn’t a teenager filled with enough determination to burn down the sun, he was three years old and scared. The extremely forbidden hasty ritual to (not cut it off, to late for that) hide it, bind it, bury it - this wasn't just for concealment. It saved his life.

Back in the present day, Lan Wangji says this with reluctantly raised eyes, and Wei Wuxian nods. Because oh boy does he know about that roiling spirit of death.

There's a horde of corpses approaching; they don't have time to be tender.

"A-Yuan," says Wei Wuxian, swiping a thumb over his cheek as though to clear away a tear, and then dropping his hand. "Lan Sizhui, you trust us, right?"

"Of course?" Lan Sizhui glances uncertainly at Lan Wangji, head aching with memories about to surface.

Lan Wangji nods imperceptibly and starts to play - and it only takes a few strong chords, precisely chosen. It's always easier to break a wall than build it.

It's in QishanWen's nature to erupt but it's weak, dormant; it hasn't been home in over a decade and this boy has been trained to ice, not fire. It’s in DafanWen’s nature to flourish but it, too, is far from the earth of its body, and this is a place of death, not life.

They are in the Burial Mounds, fifty steps from the blood pool that may as well be its heart. So the volcano stays dormant the grassy hills are quiet as ever, and the raging, too-long-stifled spirit of the Burial Mounds pours forth in whirling shadows that double Lan Sizhui's height. He gasps a scream at the weight of the sudden flood, at the tearing sensation in his soul (tearing open in a way that is right - last child of a dead clan remembering; lost child of a dead land coming home.) Several other people scream and point at the family meeting that had previously gone mostly unnoticed, in a corner of a Demon Suppression Cave. What is the Yiling Patriarch doing to that Lan disciple?!

The Burial Mounds are starting to turn on their only-just-realized child, whether they mean it or not, because their nature is death to all they touch. The Yiling Patriarch is standing forth, spreading his arms, and shouting, "Hey, jackass! Get back in here, we have more vengeance to wreak!"

The cultivation world watches (Lan Wangji catches a staggering Lan Sizhui) as with a sound like the rushing wind, shifting earth, screaming dead, it pours back into Wei Wuxian.

It’s just like before. It’s rage and pain and loss and vengeance and heartache. It’s Madam Yu’s hard eyes and the way Jiang Fengmian’s face shuttered when he heard the Core-Melting Hand was in Lotus Pier, before he even shoved them back in the boat; it’s Wen Ning’s broken form and Jin Zixuan’s, not fifty feet and ten months apart; it’s Wen Qing’s soft, I’m sorry, and thank you, and Jiang Yanli’s blood dripping down his arm. It’s the crack as the Tiger Seal shattered in his hand, or was that his own neck...

Wei Wuxian might be laughing, as he greets death like an old friend. But when he opens his eyes, it’s to a soft, “Wei Ying,” on the lips of his...Lan Zhan. Mourning whites sullied with the Burial Mounds’ (Wei Wuxian’s) dirt and blood. He’s holding up Lan Sizhui - A-Yuan, their son - and maybe Wei Wuxian is closer to a land spirit than human right now, or maybe he’s just hallucinating, but he swears he can see leaves uncurling behind the boy’s wide eyes. Wen Qing would be proud - if they get out of here alive, he’ll grow the most amazing things.

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Ghost Messenger

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8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a really great day today! Remember to eat and don’t overwork yourself! If you need anything, I’m just a simple text away! :)

8:45 am. Hyunwoo: Yup.

Namjoon smacks his head on his desk, his phone falling through his fingers and onto the wooden surface. He begins to feel his throat tighten from guilt but he suppresses it, inhaling a large breath as he sits up. He shifts the phone aside and opens the file folder, pages and pages of old text messages printed out in front of him. Before noon today, Namjoon has to read all of them and find out the client, Hyunwoo’s, texting habits and mannerisms in order to mimic.

8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a good day today too! I know you’re probably really busy today so don’t worry about giving me a call. I’m doing fine here. Good luck on your meeting with the shareholders! Dad mentioned it yesterday so I just wanted to wish you luck. :)

Namjoon can’t fathom how you manage to send a text every single day at the exact same time. What he also doesn’t understand is how your fiancé can consider it annoying or clingy. If anything it’s kind of swee- ding!

8:36 am. Y/N: And 8:36 am. Y/N: I love you. 8:36 am. Y/N: forgot to say it.

As if the previous message of encouragement wasn’t enough, now you're tugging at his heartstrings and making him practically choke over his guilt. Usually the people he texted back were accusational, overly attached and always interrogating him on where he was, what he was doing, why he wasn’t replying fast enough but you didn’t do any of that.

Namjoon physically smacks his head on his desk once more before straightening up in his cubicle. Giving you a lengthy response certainly wouldn’t hurt anyone, now would it? It might be a bit out of the ordinary with your fiancé’s usually texting habits but Namjoon doesn’t care.

‘Thanks sweetheart’. The pad of his thumbs are typing on the keyboard and he nods to himself. Good, your fiancé often uses that term of endearment, despite it’s typical usage as a method to get what he wants like when he’s asking for a favour to be done or apologizing for not finishing a chore. ‘I really miss you too-’. He backtracks, erasing the entire sentence as Hyunwoo has never said that before. It takes a minute or two before Namjoon is able to construct a believable text and he works fast, not wanting to leave you waiting; even though your actual fiancé usually doesn’t even answer your messages.

8:41 am. Hyunwoo: Thanks sweetheart. Meetings with bunch of important ppl. Cant talk.

Namjoon’s work phone drops to the desk again and he sighs. Well...at least the reply is a lot better than the usual ‘yup’.

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Working at Ghost Messenger isn’t a job that you can clock in and clock out of. Sure, he has to come into work and stay in his cubicle to fill out progress reports; leave at a certain time like everyone else but text messages are constantly being received and sent all day long. Sometimes the client’s significant other stays up past midnight to text, others text earlier and expect to hear from them immediately. It’s a tiresome job, one that makes Namjoon have to leave his work phone permanently in his pocket and on the loudest setting. But it pays well and often times than not, he only has two or three clients at once. It’s manageable and pays well.

Namjoon’s walking across the street with his hands in his pockets and his hood up. The evening sun is beginning to trickle it’s orange light over the horizon and his stomach is grumbling tirelessly. He can do a lot of things but one of the things he can’t do is cook. His New Year’s resolution was to get back into the kitchen more often but after chewing on his inedible, burnt meat and nearly burning his apartment down twice, he gave up for the sake of bettering humanity. As hungry as he often is, Namjoon has no choice but to grab a slice of pizza down at the little hole in the wall shop. He’d probably take it out...go home….maybe eat while surfing channels on his tv….

With a long sigh, he steps out onto the crosswalk and just then his work phon- dings!

6:21 pm. Y/N: How was work? 6:22 pm. Y/N: I miss you.

Without realizing, his lips raises into a grin, making deep dimples appear on each side of his cheek. Sure, the message isn’t meant for him but when he’s the one who has to reply, it’s as if you’re asking him directly and no one else. In Namjoon’s lonely world, your simple text brings tears to his eyes and gives him a breath of fresh ai- Beep! Beep!

“CAN YOU GET OFF THE ROAD?! GOD SOME PEOPLE ARE CRAZY! MOVE!” A man pops his head out his car window and Namjoon realizes that he had froze on the crosswalk.

“Sorry!” He shouts, lowering his head in embarrassment and jogging to the other side.

6:27 pm. Hyunwoo: Work was good 6:27 pm. Hyunwoo: miss you too. 6:28 pm. Hyunwoo: wish you were here.

Good morning and goodnight texts aren’t out of the ordinary but hearing from you never fails to put a tiny smile on Namjoon’s face and his eyes always instantly brightens. He’s dealt with catty client’s significant others before, foul mouths and relentless insults, being questioned to the point where he dreamt of being a criminal in a police station. But your words are only full of sweet words of encouragement and it’s honestly the best thing to start his day with.

7:00 am. Y/N: Morning!

7:09 am. Hyunwoo: morning

7:11 am. Y/N: Are you already at work?

Namjoon yawns and stretches, rolling out of his covers and standing up to crack his back. He has a full hour to brush his teeth and hair, get dressed and head over to the coffee shop to grab breakfast before he sits in his cubicle again for the day.

7:12 am. Hyunwoo: Getting ready.

7:12 am. Y/N: huh. 7:12 am. Y/N: aren’t you an hour ahead of me?

With the phone held tight in his hand, he stares at the message over and over again. Did he just make the biggest mistake of all time? In the early morning, it completely slipped Namjoon’s mind that your fiancé was living abroad and that he was indeed, an hour ahead of everyone else here.

Namjoon puts a hand to his forehead, pacing around his room for a second before hastily replying back.

7:13 am. Hyunwoo: slept in late.

7:13 am. Y/N: oh okay. Don’t overwork yourself!

He sighs, a wave of relief from just having dodged a bullet. He reminds himself not to get too out of control - you’re his client’s fiancée and he’s just an office worker with a strange job. He hasn’t even met you yet. He shouldn’t take your messages to heart either.

Your texts aren’t that difficult to respond to. Namjoon uses the cookie cutter answers that your fiancé frequently uses and you don’t even notice when they’ve been used multiple times before, that or you do know and haven’t said anything. Whatever the case, you seem to understand and you end up leaving him in peace.

It’s not like this is the way Namjoon wants to treat you but it’s the easiest and the normal way the both of you are used to.

What isn’t normal is when the phone suddenly begins to- Ring. Ring. Ringggg.

The phone vibrates on the wood of his desk, each ring getting longer and longer. He panics for a second before switching to his computer and opening the application. With the company he works at, they’re prepared for every scenario and every circumstance. It takes less than twenty seconds before Namjoon finds the file, picking up the call and playing an automated message from your fiancé.

“Hey sweetheart. I’m off in a meeting right now. If there’s anything wrong, leave me a text. Gotta run.”

A voice unfamiliar to Namjoon’s ear plays and then he hangs up in a flash. Hyunwoo at least had the decency to record five different messages in advance but it was all part of the contract’s requirement and certainly didn’t make Namjoon feel any less guilty. He doesn’t know why. He’s worked with a number of clients before but this is the first time that it feels just utterly...wrong..

1:26 pm. Y/N: sorry. nothing’s wrong. 1:27 pm. Y/N: sorry.

Your apologies make him feel even worse. And there’s nothing he can do.

A whole week has passed ever since he’s started messaging you and it’s going perfectly. You haven’t suspected a thing and day by day, Namjoon is texting you more and more. A drastic change can be easily detectable but a slow change isn’t. Instead of one worded responses and being forced to ignore your messages, now he’s able to reply quicker and longer - it’s easing his heart too.

3:58 pm. Y/N: Are you busy?

3:58 pm. Hyunwoo: no. 3:58 pm. Hyunwoo: not really.

3:59 pm. Y/N: good 3:59 pm. Y/N: i’m out shopping. 3:59 pm. Y/N: want to tell me what you think?

Yes. The thought snaps into his mind, his chest beats with anticipation and Namjoon holds the phone closer to his face. He’s not a pervert that wants to use you in the change rooms or your exposed pictures. He just wants to see...you.

Namjoon has tried to envision countless times what you look like, the sound of your voice, the colour of your eyes. His imagination has run wild but the entire time, you’ve been but a distant silhouette standing on the horizon in the dusk light, face a blank canvas and blurred. You’re simply someone on the other side of the screen and god knows where under the sky. He wonders if you’re as kind and gentle, as beautiful as the way you seem to be.

He doesn’t know who you are but never has he wanted to know so much.

4:01 pm. Hyunwoo: sure

4:03 pm. Y/N: [image.jpg] 4:03 pm. Y/N: [image.jpg]

Ghost Messenger is no stranger to sexting and neither is Namjoon. He’s had a few clients that have been rather risqué but he dealt it with like how everyone else in his office. Depending on the contract and the client’s decision, it was decided if he could participate in it or not. Participation didn’t mean that he could drop his pants and take a few pics of himself to send. It meant that he could encourage the client’s significant other but if the contract said otherwise, he would only have to simply type ‘sorry babe. not right now. i’ll make it up to you later’.

But this wasn’t even the case. Yet Namjoon doesn’t understand why he’s so nervous as he taps onto the photos and it downloads into his work phone.

In the next second, it’s downloaded and the picture shows up on screen. Namjoon’s breath hitches as his eyes wander to the mirror you snapped that reflects the dress that’s on your body. The first photo is of you wearing a black body con dress, cutting off at the lower half of your thighs and the other is of a red dress with a sweetheart neckline and a pleated skirt. You’re beautiful but he can’t help feeling disappointed that he can’t see your eyes, the photo being cut off at your neck.

4:05 pm. Y/N: is it that bad?

4:05 pm. Hyunwoo: what are you talking about? 4:06 pm. Hyunwoo: it’s amazing. you look beautiful.

4:06 pm. Y/N: don’t you think my legs look a bit too...idk.

4:06 pm. Hyunwoo: no. god no. 4:07 pm. Hyunwoo: you look amazing. 4:07 pm. Hyunwoo: beautiful. 4:07 pm. Hyunwoo: I think you really look beautiful in both dresses.

Namjoon knows he should keep the replies short and sweet - it’s how your fiancé usually messages you but he can’t help it. You deserve so much better than that. You deserve to know that you look gorgeous, the flaws that you’re worried about are non-existent.

4:08 pm. Y/N: why are you so nice today?

He imagines you holding your phone in one hand and your other hand pressed against your blushing cheek. He imagines how you’re just pacing around the small change room, twirling around in the mirror a few times with a smile plastered on your face.

4:09 pm. Y/N: well? 4:09 pm. Y/N: which dress?

4:09 pm. Hyunwoo: both.

The simple answer spills a giggle from your lips, somewhere far from Namjoon’s office building and in a change room by yourself. Your heart swells as you get back into your regular clothes, taking both dresses and you pay with a big grin on your face. Hyunwoo isn’t usually generous with his compliments or affection in real life or in text messages - only when he wants something from you. But with his sudden attention, you can’t lie that it makes you feel incredibly happy.

Little do you know that it’s not really your fiancé but a man who cares much more, despite not knowing you.

For the rest of the shopping trip, the both of you text each other back and forth while you snap photos of the clothes you try on in the change room. It’s a bit strange to you how his fashion sense has improved so much, usually having no interest in what you wear but today, he gives good opinions and even suggestions.

5:22 pm. Y/N: Aren’t you busy with work?

5:22 pm. Hyunwoo: sort of. 5:22 pm. Hyunwoo: but I always have time for you.

5:23 pm. Y/N: what? Is this the same Hyunwoo I know? 5:23 pm. Y/N: are you okay?

Namjoon sets his phone down, rubbing his sweaty hands onto his jeans. It’s then that he realizes he might’ve taken things a bit too far. But how badly did your fiancé have to treat you for you to be shocked over some attention and caring words?

Despite the anger and guilt he feels inside, he brushes it all away. You’re his client’s significant other. This is his job. You’re getting married.

5:25 pm. Hyunwoo: perfectly fine.

Namjoon isn't particularly close with his co-workers. He does have friends, quite noisy ones too with the main chat constantly blowing up but lately, everyone’s been preoccupied with work. Thus, it comes as no surprise when he’s alone at a table in the break room, nibbling on his squashed lemon loaf for lunch.

12:08 pm. Y/N: have you eaten yet?

He abandons his food for his phone, eyes almost pressed against the screen as his thumbs begin to tap.

12:08 pm. Hyunwoo: eating right now. 12:08 pm. Hyunwoo: have you eaten?

12:09 pm. Y/N: eating right now too.

Enthusiastic Namjoon with wide eyes, snaps his pitiful lemon loaf slice and sends it to you.

12:10 pm. Hyunwoo: [image.jpg]

12:10 pm. Y/N: oh my god. 12:10 pm. Y/N: what is that?

12:11 pm. Hyunwoo: it’s something I grabbed this morning. 12:11 pm. Hyunwoo: :(

12:11 pm. Y/N. :( 12:12 pm. Y/N: but why won’t you just go out to eat? 12:12 pm. Y/N: can’t your secretary grab you something?

Namjoon pauses for a moment, taking a bite as he thinks. His client Hyunwoo is wealthy and would never eat something like this. Namjoon knows he shouldn’t message you in this manner like you’re his friend, like you’re his fiancée but in the contemplation of selfishness and loneliness, he pushes away all the unsettling thoughts and tries to be honest instead.

12:14 pm. Hyunwoo: it’s okay. 12:14 pm. Hyunwoo: its good to save money

12:14 pm. Y/N: save money? 12:15 pm. Y/N: wow 12:15 pm. Y/N: is this the same hyunwoo i know?

He hesitates before typing out-

12:15 pm. Hyunwoo: what do you mean?

12:16 pm. Y/N: well you love to splurge.

12:16 pm. Hyunwoo: what can I say? 12:16 pm. Hyunwoo: I’m a changed man.

12:16 pm. Y/N: you certainly are. 12:17 pm. Y/N: i like these new changes haha 12:17 pm. Y/N: but i love you regardless.

Namjoon shifts in his seat uncomfortably. His eyes shoot up to a few of his co-workers sitting together and whining about work. He wonders if anyone can tell the subtle blush on his cheeks, the way his lips tingle into a slight smile and how his client’s significant other’s words are getting to him way too much. But no one notices that he’s going a bit too far and he’s on the verge of breaking company policies.

The logical thing to do would be to draw more distance, perhaps even ask his boss to switch clients with another worker. It certainly isn’t normal what Namjoon’s experiencing, the conversations that he’s so invested in and the tiny flutters he feels in his chest. The logical thing would be to identify that you didn’t even know him, that he didn’t know you and you were in love with someone else. But Namjoon didn’t want to do the logical thing.

12:19 pm. Hyunwoo: what are you eating?

12:19 pm. Y/N: salad. 12:20 pm. Y/N: [image.jpg]

He pulls up the photo and almost chokes on the food inside his mouth. His co-workers turn around to shoot him a glance and he looks back up before down at his phone again.

12:20 pm. Hyunwoo: Why is it so tiny?

Your salad bowl was probably less than the size of his hand and looked like something you’d feed to rabbits. There wasn’t even any sauce, just salad and tomatoes, cucumbers and a few pieces of sad cilantro.

12:21 pm. Y/N: well I was thinking about what you said... 12:21 pm. Y/N: you know about how I should lose weight and all that 12:21 pm. Y/N: eat less 12:22 pm. Y/N: I was really mad at the time. We got into a huge argument and i slammed the door. 12:22 pm. Y/N: I didn’t even get to apologize to you. But I was thinking 12:22 pm. Y/N: and youre right. 12:23 pm. Y/N: i mean i have to fit into a wedding gown in a few months later anyways

Namjoon is absolutely appalled and horrified. His thumbs tap onto the keyboard of his phone at such a furious pace that he can’t think twice before sending you the endless stream of messages. He doesn’t notice how his fingers begin to cramp up, how he almost drops his phone and the way his co-workers shoot him another odd glance. His brows are so tightly knitted together that it begins to give him a headache.

12:24 pm. Hyunwoo: god no. 12:24 pm. Hyunwoo: fuck. 12:24 pm. Hyunwoo: you don’t need to apologize. 12:24 pm. Hyunwoo: I was just being an asshole okay? 12:25 pm. Hyunwoo: don’t listen to anyone. 12:25 pm. Hyunwoo: Why would you listen to anyone who tells you that?!

12:25 pm. Y/N: calm down 12:25 pm. Y/N: why are you so mad?

12:26 pm. Hyunwoo: i’m not mad. 12:26 pm. Hyunwoo: i’m just wondering what the hell’s going on in your mind for you to think that way. it’s not okay.

12:28 pm. Y/N: are you okay? 12:28 pm. Y/N: you’re acting weird

It had taken two minutes for you to respond, Namjoon waiting on the other side as the dots appeared, signalling that you’re typing and erasing, contemplating what to say. With your response, he takes two deep breaths. Namjoon swears that if he ever meets your fiancé, he’ll have to give him a good punch straight in the nose.

12:29 pm. Hyunwoo: i’m fine. 12:29 pm. Hyunwoo: just 12:30 pm. Hyunwoo: go eat more. 12:30 pm. Hyunwoo: take care of yourself. 12:30 pm. Hyunwoo: don’t listen to what I’ve told you before.

12:31 pm. Y/N: okay.

You’re giggling somewhere in your apartment home, salad aside as you focus on texting. You don’t understand how Hyunwoo’s suddenly becoming so much more attentive and caring towards you. But whatever the change is, you love this...him...much more than before.

12:32 pm. Hyunwoo: you better eat five times that much miss! 12:32 pm. Hyunwoo: go order yourself a big mac or something.

12:33 pm. Y/N: yes sir! 12:33 pm. Y/N: you too 12:33 pm. Y/N: how’s that bread thing suppose to fill you up?

12:34 pm. Hyunwoo: fine. 12:34 pm. Hyunwoo: when i come home i want the both of us to have an additional ten pounds 12:34 pm. Hyunwoo: that way it’s softer when i cuddle you and when you cuddle me

He waits for your response, cheek rested in his propped hand and he taps his foot.

12:36 pm. Hyunwoo: Y/N?

12:37 pm. Y/N: HYUNWOO!

12:37 pm. Hyunwoo: what

12:37 pm. Y/N: I love you.

The remorse still exists somewhere in Namjoon’s chest but with another flutter and his grin being plastered on his face, he re-reads your message three times. He takes the last bite of his lemon loaf before switching off his phone and he’s still replaying the words in his head again.

Namjoon is laying in his bed, covers tucked up to his chin as he finally switches off his lamp and sets his phone down on the nightstand. He settles in the mattress, closing his eyes as his tense muscles relax and he’s ready to fall asleep. He’ll wake up in a handful of hours to get ready for work where he can continue the endless cycle of his life.

It’s when his phone violently vibrates ten minutes later and he jolts in surprise does sleep slip away from his grasp. Namjoon lifts his hand and grabs his phone, the brightness of it blinding him in his eyes but he doesn’t mind in the least bit when he sees your-

12:51 am. Y/N: are you asleep?

12:51 am. Hyunwoo: no. 12:51 am. Hyunwoo: what’s wrong?

Namjoon peels his eyelids back fully and he lifts his other hand from beneath the covers in order to type with both thumbs. He waits patiently for your response, watching the three dots bob up and down.

12:52 am. Y/N: nothing 12:52 am. Y/N: i just miss you 12:54 am. Y/N: sorry

12:54 am. Hyunwoo: why are you apologizing?

12:54 am. Y/N: well 12:55 am. Y/N: i know you dont like it when i say that kind of stuff 12:55 am. Y/N: and i don’t want to come off as clingy 12:55 am. Y/N: or burden you

12:56 am. Hyunwoo: you’re not. 12:56 am. Hyunwoo: and you dont have to worry about something like that 12:57 am. Hyunwoo: we’re engaged aren’t we?

He rolls his body to one side, sighing as he reads his own words over again. Namjoon almost chuckles in disbelief at how honest his lies are. He’s not engaged with you but he certainly isn’t telling fibs about everything else.

12:58 am. Hyunwoo: i miss you too.

1:00 am. Y/N: hey 1:00 am. Y/N: should we get a puppy?

In the darkness of his bedroom, the peaceful quiet is broken with his loud laugh.

The text is so random and out of place that he’s left feeling confused, baffled and amused all at the same time. Namjoon contemplates carefully and reaches a conclusion that with the prim and properness of your fiancé; Hyunwoo probably wouldn’t enjoy a little dog running around your abode with it’s paws all over the furniture. Despite Namjoon’s actual opinion, he follows through with his client’s.

1:01 am. Hyunwoo: no 1:01 am. Hyunwoo: I think that’s a bad idea

1:01 am. Y/N: :( 1:01 am. Y/N: why? 1:02 am. Y/N: puppies are great.

1:02 am. Hyunwoo: i agree 1:02 am. Hyunwoo: but why do you want one so suddenly?

1:03 am. Y/N: what do you mean 1:03 am. Y/N: ive been asking you since a long time ago 1:04 am. Y/N: im just bored around the house by myself

1:04 am. Hyunwoo: ill come back soon 1:04 am. Hyunwoo: and i’ll keep you company then

1:05 am. Y/N: I’m counting down the days.

Namjoon isn’t. And for the first time in his life, he’s hoping that the days last long.

1:06 am. Hyunwoo: do you miss me?

1:06 am. Y/N: yes 1:06 am. Y/N: i just told you 1:06 am. Y/N: i miss you lots and lots! to the world and back

1:07 am. Hyunwoo: i mean i’m a million miles away from you.

1:07 am. Y/N: i do but at the same time i don’t 1:08 am. Y/N: you text me so much that sometimes it feels like you’re right here with me

He feels a twinge in his chest, something that lodges up inside his throat. Your real fiancé is indeed hundreds of miles away and the only means of communication you have with him is over the phone. But on the other side of the screen isn’t him but Namjoon instead - a complete stranger that you’re pouring all your love and affection into.

1:08 am. Y/N: thank you

1:08 am. Hyunwoo: what for?

1:09 am. Y/N: making time for me 1:09 am. Y/N: I know we had a few arguments before you left. The both of us become so distant with each other 1:10 am. Y/N: I’ll be honest. for a moment there it felt like things were really over 1:10 am. Y/N: but I’m happy that we’re okay now. 1:11 am. Y/N: i love you a lot hyunwoo 1:12 am. Y/N: i don’t think i say it enough.

1:12 am. Hyunwoo: no. 1:12 am. Hyunwoo: i definitely don’t say it enough

Namjoon’s fingers tremble as he types, hovering hesitantly over each key. It takes him a long minute before he shuts his eyes and taps the ‘send’ button.

1:13 am. Hyunwoo: I love you.

In the deepest part of his mind, he really doesn’t know if it’s a lie or not.

1:14 am. Y/N: now i’m blushing 1:14 am. Y/N: with this stupid smile 1:14 am. Y/N: wish you were here to see it

1:15 am. Hyunwoo: me too

1:15 am. Y/N: well soon enough you will be and then we won’t have to text anymore

The simple thought of it makes Namjoon nauseous. And he feels disgusted with himself for feeling this way. He has no right to carry any feelings or attachments to you. He’s a downright liar. He’s not who you think he is.

1:16 am. Y/N: I’m tired. 1:16 am. Y/N: probably gonna head off to bed soon 1:16 am. Y/N: don’t stay up too late working

1:16 am. Hyunwoo: i won’t. 1:17 am. Hyunwoo: good night.

1:17 am. Y/N: sweet dreams 1:18 am. Y/N: love you.

Namjoon shuts off his phone, sliding it back onto the cool surface of his nightstand. He shifts back into his covers, rolling to the other side and away from the damp stain on his pillow.

He doesn’t know what’s been brought over him. But the moment he sees your message mid-day, sitting at his cubicle desk, he gets up and grabs his coat. He mumbles a half-hearted excuse to his co-worker who doesn’t peel their eyes off from their phone, still leaning back in their swivel chair as they give a hum thirty seconds later. No one notices Namjoon’s hesitance steps, the endless stuttering ghosting under his breaths, his hair becoming damp with sweat and especially as he slips out of the office. Not even his boss bothers to say anything or rather, he doesn’t pay any attention, pupils glued onto his phone screen and thumbs tapping away.

Namjoon muses that he’s easily replaceable in the company. No one would even miss him.

But he doesn’t dwell on those depressing thoughts when his heart is palpitating like he’s run an entire marathon. He grips his fist tight as he walks down the street, picking up the pace to the point where he’s practically jogging past people. It’s wrong, so utterly wrong. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. And at the same time he knows exactly what he’s doing.

2:46 pm. Y/N: guess where i’m headinggggg

2:48 pm. Hyunwoo: where

2:48 pm. Y/N: i said guess

2:49 pm. Hyunwoo: idk the park?

2:49 pm. Y/N: no 2:49 pm. Y/N: you suck at guessing 2:50 pm. Y/N: im going out for coffee by myself 2:50 pm. Y/N: you know my favourite place 2:50 pm. Y/N: heard that the latte drink came back

2:51 pm. Hyunwoo: favourite place?

2:51 pm. Y/N: dont tell me you forgot

2:52 pm. Hyunwoo: uhh 2:52 pm. Hyunwoo: doesnt ring a bell 2:52 pm. Hyunwoo: remind me.

2:53 pm. Y/N: the cute store on the corner of fifth avenue 2:53 pm. Y/N: remember?

And that was exactly where Namjoon was heading. His heart beating a mile per minute, his feet shuffling so speedily against the pavement that he nearly trips, his eyes pointed to one spot that he’s all too familiar with. It’s the same place where he gets his own coffee every morning, the same exact place that he’s walked in and out of a million times before and now he can only wonder how many times have he missed you. How many times have the both of you passed by each other? Perhaps your eyes have met once before, maybe you standing in the back of the line while he was in front. But whatever the case, Namjoon has never been more desperate in his life.

He just wants to see you.

The bells on the emerald wooden door shake and rattle as he pulls it open, a chime that signals his entrance and the barista behind the counter greets him with a smile. Immediately, he does a full scan inside, looking at the few people at the table but he’s pulled away when someone asks ‘what would you like to order?’.

“Uh...I’ll have the new latte.” He winces at the sound of his hoarse voice, not used to speaking. He touches his throat with lips tight together but the cashier smiles at him.

“Great choice. We’ll have it ready in just a moment.” She taps onto her monitor. “What’s your name?”

“Namjoon.”

She scribbles down his name onto the cup and he shuffles to the other counter to wait for his drink.

3:04 pm. Y/N: can you believe they misspelled my name? 3:04 pm. Y/N: like god it’s not even that hard 3:05 pm. Y/N: it’s Y/N. Just Y/N!

Namjoon chuckles to himself and he opens his mouth to softly enunciate your name, never having done it before. “Y/N.”

“Nam...soon?” He jumps startled, looking up at the barista who slides his drink onto the counter. “Is this your drink?”

“Oh.” He looks down, quickly grabbing the latte cup into his hand. “Thanks.” As the barista moves back to fill another order, he lingers at the counter and frowns at his cup - the way they scribbled down his name as ‘Namson’.

He doesn’t look around, eyes pressed onto his screen as he walks deeper into the shop and settles down at an empty table.

3:08 pm. Hyunwoo: they misspelled my name too

3:09 pm. Y/N: what?

He nearly spits out his drink as he re-reads what he had sent. He sets down his cup and phone, groaning and quietly banging his head on the wooden surface of the table. He messed up. He messed up real bad.

3:11 pm. Hyunwoo: i mean the last time i went there 3:11 pm. Hyunwoo: when i used to go there 3:11 pm. Hyunwoo: before i went abroad 3:11 pm. Hyunwoo: obviously

There’s a slight giggle that comes from an adjacent table and he immediately lifts his head to the bubbling sound. A girl...or rather a beautiful woman is seated on the chair with a latte by her side, her phone held in her hands as she momentarily glances out the window. The sunlight gleams in, hitting right against her luscious locks and her crinkled orbs shimmers even brighter.

It’s you.

And his expectations are shattered.

You’ve reached beyond his imagination, a million ways more beautiful than he’s ever thought. It feels surreal to be so close to you, sitting diagonally. From an outsider’s perspective, glancing inwards, it might look like you’re sitting across from each other but he’s at the next table, beside yours with a distance less than a meter.

From his prolonged gaze, mesmerized at the tiny gap, you catch him in your peripheral vision. The moment your eyes meet his, he rips his away and stares down at his phone, cowering away from your stare. A tiny smile sneaks up your lips but then you turn to focus back on texting.

3:15 pm. Y/N: dont be mad 3:15 pm. Y/N: but there’s this really cute guy sitting diagonally from me

Namjoon sputters again but he covers his mouth with his arm, pretending it’s a rough cough and he pounds his chest for a second as if he has the flu.

3:15 pm. Hyunwoo: Really?

3:15 pm. Y/N: all he did was look at me dont worry 3:16 pm. Y/N: just cause i have a ring on my finger doesnt mean i can’t look 3:16 pm. Y/N: being engaged doesn’t make me blind

His fingers hover over the letters and he knows he shouldn’t but he also knows he shouldn’t have done a lot of things. He shouldn’t text you so attentively, so fondly with answers straight out of his heart...he shouldn’t have let curiosity get the better of himself. He shouldn’t have tried to meet you like this. He shouldn’t be here.

There’s a lot of things he shouldn’t have done. One more thing wouldn’t hurt.

3:18 pm. Hyunwoo: tell me about him.

Namjoon steals a glance from you and your head is tilted with a slight frown on your face but an amused smile at the same time.

3:18 pm. Hyunwoo: i mean i want to know who’s captured my fiancée’s heart.

A bit of laughter falls from your lips and you quickly cover your mouth with your hand. Namjoon shifts closer onto his chair, not being able to stop his smile that stretches across his cheeks.

3:19 pm. Y/N: well he’s got cute dimples. so that's an automatic +100 points 3:19 pm. Y/N: cute face too 3:19 pm. Y/N: decent fashion sense 3:19 pm. Y/N: just not the pants. -5000 points.

Namjoon’s head immediately bolts down to his baggy jeans. Okay, maybe he was lazy this morning and just grabbed them out of his laundry basket after giving them a good sniff. But still. It’s one of his favourite pairs.

3:20 pm. Hyunwoo: what’s wrong with his pants?

3:20 pm. Y/N: looks like he got them out of the dump

3:20 pm. Hyunwoo: well that’s rude 3:21 pm. Hyunwoo: what if he really liked it? 3:21 pm. Hyunwoo: what if it was his favourite pair? And the pair he bought using his first ever paycheck? What if his mother picked it out for him?

You’re laughing again at the table, covering your face as your entire body trembles from trying to hold it in. Namjoon realizes that he’s pouting and he relaxes through an exhale, playfully stealing one glance from you.

3:22 pm. Y/N: sounds like you have an emotional connection to those pants

3:23 pm. Hyunwoo: hey 3:23 pm. Hyunwoo: im just not a pants-ist. 3:23 pm. Hyunwoo: i love all pants in every shade, wash and size

3:24 pm. Y/N: are you sure about that? 3:24 pm. Y/N: last time we went to get you a new suit, you threw a huge fit in the change room with the attendant measuring your pants size 3:25 pm. Y/N: we even had to go back to return it after it arrived at our house when it was it your fitted size

Namjoon’s chin is propped up in his hand and his fingertips tap against the wooden surface as he thinks of a response. He takes a sip of the latte, using the opportunity to let his eyes flicker to your form.

3:26 pm. Hyunwoo: I’m a changed man.

It’s a long minute that passes as you return to stare out the window and Namjoon stares at you. He doesn’t want to seem creepy to strangers and in fear of you catching him a second time, he moves to stare at the wooden panel walls.

Your phone vibrates a second later and you lift the screen up to your eyes.

3:29 pm. Hyunwoo: Can I ask you something?

3:29 pm. Y/N: what is it?

3:30 pm. Hyunwoo: Why do you love me?

Your breath hitches as you re-read his question three times. The answer is there. You know you love him - that’s without a single doubt. But you can’t quite put it into words.

3:31 pm. Hyunwoo: I mean I treat you so badly 3:31 pm. Hyunwoo: so why?

3:33 pm. Y/N: do i need reasons? 3:33 pm. Y/N: and you dont treat me that badly 3:33 pm. Y/N: i love you with the same reasons as to why you love me 3:34 pm. Y/N: i don’t know 3:34 pm. Y/N: i just do. 3:35 pm. Y/N: always have and always will.

Your eyes move to look outside the window again and you take your last sip. In one breath, you switch off your phone and stand up, the seat scratching onto the floorboards as it shifts back.

Namjoon watches as you throw your cup away and leave through the emerald green door, bells chiming to signal your exit. You disappear into the streets with a mind in chaos of ‘why?’. And Namjoon’s heart is heavy, eye bags anchor to his face as throws his own cup into the trash and leaves in the opposite direction.

He turns his head back once but you’re already gone. He doesn’t why he’s becoming so greedy already but looking at you from a distance isn’t enough. If anything, it hurts even more.

9:38 pm. Hyunwoo: are you okay?

It was strange. The whole day he had gone without a message from you; no good morning text, questions asking if he’s eaten yet or if he was having a good day. It didn’t even occur to Namjoon that he had become so dependent on you - waiting for your message at every hour, staring blankly at the screen with a pout. It was ironic, the way your fiancé thought you were too clingy and wanted to get rid of you; now Namjoon had become the type that your fiancé dreaded.

But what Namjoon couldn’t wrap his mind around was how your fiancé thought you were clingy in the first place. You weren’t. You weren’t overly obsessed and it wasn’t like you didn’t have a life of your own. You were just in love. All you needed was to feel appreciated and a little attention to have your feelings reciprocated but Hyunwoo wasn’t willing to give any of it. Maybe the only reason Hyunwoo was overwhelmed by you was because he thought you were burdensome - maybe all your feelings were one sided.

The mere thought of it makes him nauseous but before he can cringe away, his phone vibrates and he instantly lurches for it, eyes lighting up.

9:41 pm. Y/N: im fine

9:41 pm. Hyunwoo: Really?

9:42 pm. Y/N: yeah 9:42 pm. Y/N: it’s nothing

9:42 pm. Hyunwoo: What’s nothing? 9:42 pm. Hyunwoo: Y/N, tell me. If it’s important, you need to tell me. 9:42 pm. Hyunwoo: I’m your fiancé for god’s sake.

9:43 pm. Y/N: i just caught the flu 9:43 pm. Y/N: lol calm down 9:43 pm. Y/N: I slept the entire day 9:44 pm. Y/N: feeling better already :)

9:44 pm. Hyunwoo: did you take your medication yet? Did you eat?

9:46 pm. Y/N: I ate. And we ran out of meds.

9:48 pm. Hyunwoo: You need to go buy some then. You’ll only get better with the proper medication and by hydrating yourself. It’ll be dangerous to drive so just call a cab or call someone to bring it over for you. 9:49 pm. Hyunwoo: Actually. 9:49 pm. Hyunwoo: Just go to the doctor. 9:51 pm. Hyunwoo: It might be a lot more serious than we think it is and what if you faint or you fall into something more dangerous? No one’s home with you right now. Call a cab to the hospital, it’ll be safer that way. They’ll give you a proper prescription and see if there’s any underlying issues that need to be taken care of.

Namjoon finishes typing, waiting for your response but it never comes. He begins to panic, wondering if you really have fainted somewhere in your apartment and hit your head on a surface.

9:53 pm. Hyunwoo: Y/N?!

9:53 pm. Y/N: I swear. You worry too much. :P 9:53 pm. Y/N: I’m fine. I’m just gonna go get more sleep. 9:54 pm. Y/N: don’t worry about me and keep working. 9:54 pm. Y/N: love you.

Namjoon groans, throwing his phone aside as he falls back onto the covers of his mattress. Now, he won’t be able to stop thinking about you for the rest of the night.

It’s as if a light bulb sparks in his brain and the next minute, he’s scrolling through your data on his work phone. Bingo! He finds exactly what he’s looking for, thankful that he has an abundance of information about you. Without time to spare, Namjoon grabs his coat and runs out his front door, nearly forgetting to lock it with the rush he’s in.

He makes it to the corner convenience store, half running and half jogging the entire way. Namjoon smashes the door open, crouching down with hands on his knees to catch his breath. With the loud ruckus, everyone in the tiny shop stop to stare at him and he awkwardly stands straight again, waving an apologetic hand to the cashier.

He throws a small cardboard box into his shopping basket and walks down the tiny aisle, crouching down onto his knees to look at each item. He turns the bottles, eyes flickering carefully to read the labels. Within the next ten minutes of careful selection, he’s paying at the counter in the few bills he has to spare.

Sitting on the curb of the street and putting the grocery bag between his legs - he delicately places a package of cold medicine, a box of tea bags, cough drops, raw honey, a juice box and a chocolate bar - all into the little cardboard box and then he tapes it shut.

One glance at his wristwatch, he launches upwards, thankful that the post office is open until 11 pm and that it’s just down the street.

“We’re about to clo-” The old man with a hunched back begins to flip the ‘open’ sign to ‘close’.

“Pl…-plea...se.” He manages between sharp exhales, lungs on absolute fire from running.

The old man sighs with a smile and nods. Namjoon stumbles, now sputtering and coughing as he puts the package on the counter. He quickly takes out his phone, scribbling the address onto the box. “Is it for your girlfriend?” The man chuckles out with amusement.

Namjoon burns a deep shade of scarlet while mumbling incoherently under his steadying breath. “Something...something like that.”

“Hm...this address is nearby.” He doesn’t press on about the matter as he scans it and puts it through the computer.

“When will it arrive by?” He puts a hand on the counter, eyes as big as saucers in urgency. “Is it possible to deliver it as soon as you can?”

The old man chuckles again. “The delivery team starts at seven in the morning and considering that it’s a nearby address, it’ll probably be delivered by nine.”

“Thank you.”

“Whoever she is...she’s a lucky girl.”

Namjoon shuffles on his feet shyly, rubbing the back of his neck and he waits until the package is tucked safely in storage to be sent out by morning. He lingers back until the man closes shop, feeling a bit guilty for rushing the elder and making him stay past closing time. But as Namjoon makes his way back home to his shabby apartment, he’s never felt more excited; a tiny skip in his steps up the stairs.

It’s an odd morning for more reasons than one. On any normal day, Namjoon would’ve already been up by seven but now it’s ten and he’s still fast asleep under his covers. Maybe it’s because it’s one of his rare off days, perhaps he’s just far too comfortable but the white walls giggle as they hear him snore; far too oblivious of the shining sun streaming into the room.

It’s not until there’s a violent vibration and a boisterous ring that jolts him awake.

Groaning in exasperation, his hand lifts blindly to the phone sitting on his nightstand and without thinking twice, he answers the call.

“Hello?”

His voice is raspy, a deep timber resonating from the back of his throat.

Nothing answers him but the distant static from the other line.

Namjoon pulls away the phone with a frown, utterly confused and then the screen lights up with your name….your name - Y/N.

His eyes shoot open, suddenly wide-awake like he’s been doused with a bucket of ice water and he lurches forward into a sitting position. Namjoon makes sure he isn’t dreaming, pinching himself once and he curses for answering his work phone - he knows he shouldn’t have, he never does since it could always be a client’s significant other but in his morning weariness, it was an accident. An accident. A complete and utter accident.

He holds up the phone to his ear for a second longer and nothing but silence replies on the other end. He hangs up.

Oh my god. Oh my god. His fingers are deeply threaded through his hair as he paces back and forth. He messed up. He messed up real bad. Did you find out? Did you know? It definitely wasn’t Hyunwoo’s voice, not by a million years and you would be able to tell by the first syllable, even just by the sharp breath inhaled. It was all over.

But maybe it isn’t. Maybe he should just text you and pretend it was his secretary that picked up his phone. There’s hope! There’s hope after all!

Namjoon races to his phone but as he raises it in his hand, it vibrates and the screen lights.

10:16 am. Y/N: Oops. Didn’t even realize that I called you. I was just scrolling through our old texts together and accidentally clicked the call button. I didn’t get a chance to hang up cause the doorbell rang. Sorry. Did I bother you at work?

10:16 am. Hyunwoo: No you didn’t.

He takes a deep exhale of relief, falling back onto the mattress and thankful that it was just an accident on your part. You didn’t hear his voice and he didn’t get caught. Everything’s perfect.

10:17 am. Y/N: Did you send me a package by the way?

10:17 am. Hyunwoo: Yeah. Did you receive it? 10:17 am. Hyunwoo: I knew you were sick and didn’t get a chance to get some stuff. So I got my secretary to put together something and I sent it out yesterday with the fastest shipping.

He holds the phone between his hands, waiting for your message and watching the bubbles as you type. For some reason or another, it takes a long time but he figures that you were too speechless to say anything. The thought that his little gesture means so much puts a smile on his face.

10:20 am. Y/N: Thank you.

0 new messages.

It’s been two days and there’s been nothing from you.

Namjoon tries his best to brush it off, focus on different tasks and his other client’s significant others. There’s no point in contacting you, asking if you’re okay or what you’re doing - Hyunwoo wouldn’t do that and he shouldn’t either.

You’re probably getting over your cold, resting in bed and taking your medication - Namjoon can only hope so. But when his phone makes a bell-like sound and vibrates, he goes running for it.

6:39 pm. Y/N: Hey, sorry I haven’t been messaging you. Just been sleeping. 6:39 pm. Y/N: How’s work? Is everything going well? 6:40 pm. Y/N: I’m going out at the same café again, just grabbing a latte.

He takes a sigh of relief, thankful that his suspicions were correct. There’s nothing to worry about after all.

6:41 pm. Hyunwoo: Work’s been fine. 6:41 pm. Hyunwoo: but aren’t you sick? what are you doing out already?

6:42 pm. Y/N: You don’t have to worry about me. 6:42 pm. Y/N: I was tired of getting cooped up in the apartment. 6:43 pm. Y/N: I know how to take care of myself.

6:43 pm. Hyunwoo: at least dress warmly. wear your jacket, it’s chilly outside. your cold might get worse.

6:44 pm. Y/N: okay

He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. But Namjoon doesn’t care anymore and those thoughts don’t plague him as much as it used to, especially when he’s pulling the emerald green door open and the bells chime to signal his entrance.

Unlike the last time, it’s bustling with people; couples on dates, students cramming for tests or exams, others grabbing something before heading home for the day. He stands in the back of the line, looking around for you. It’s been weeks since he’s last seen you and though he swore that he wouldn’t forget, your face has already started to fade in the back of his memory.

“Good evening. What would you like to order?”

“I’ll take a…” He looks up at the menu. “...iced americano.”

“Okay.” After the cashier asks for his name, she asks if he would like anything else and he shakes his head. “I’m sorry but we’re a bit busy tonight. You can take a seat and we’ll bring out the drink for you.”

“Thank you.”

Namjoon ganders to the waiting counter, noticing a cluster of people and he looks around for you. It’s only when he’s walking to the same table as he sat last time, does he realize that you’re there too at the same exact spot. He slides into the empty seat, tearing his eyes away when he realizes that he’s staring for too long. But you’re there in a cream coloured trench coat, looking out the window with your phone in your hands.

He steals only a few peeks before he tries to focus on staring at his phone; a black screen, waiting for it to light up with your message - though it never comes and his drink arrives quicker than his hopeless wish. The waitress comes with a tense smile, dark eyebags and messy hair - she hands Namjoon a white cup before walking over to your table with a tall glass. She disappears as quickly as she came even when his mouth is half-opened, hand half-raised and a protest is slipping through his lips.

“This isn’t my drink.”

“This must be yours then.” A voice out of the blue makes him turn his head and his eyes nearly pop out their sockets when he realizes that you’re the one talking to him.

Some quiet laughter bubbles out of your lips at his bewildered expression and you stand up with the drink in your hands. “I ordered a latte.” You slide it onto his table. “Not this iced americano. They probably got it mixed up. Seems like they’re busy today”

“Yeah.” He swallows hard, mouth hanging open and he blinks, closing the seam of his lips as you smile again. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” You nod your head, taking your latte white cup and sitting back down at your table. Namjoon rips his eyes away from you, still stunned and just as he’s trying to regain a sense of composure, his phone begins ringing.

It vibrates against the wooden table, convulsing while the music blares in the chattering shop and a few people turn their heads to look at him. Namjoon lurches for it, automatically noticing your name plastered at the front of his screen and he quickly hangs up.

A deep sigh leaves his mouth and he glances over at you. The phone is held up to your ear, a frown on your face as the call is rejected.

7:01 pm. Y/N: I was checking in. Are you busy rn?

The air is stifling, amiss and his palms are clammy. You’re too close for him, despite being a table away. Namjoon rubs his sweaty hands over his jeans, debating what to do and out of nervousness, he lifts his glass and takes three big gulps. As he finishes more than half the drink, he smacks it back down on the table and gets up to leave.

Namjoon doesn’t look back once as he walks out the door and he dismisses the thoughts that he swears...swears that you were looking at him and that your gaze was plastered on his back. That you were staring at him. That you took more than one glance.

You’re sitting on the couch, fixed blankly at the wall.

You’ve been thinking all day, the entire week for that matter and your mind is so bombarded with endless thoughts that you don’t notice how the day has fallen. When you reach over to switch the lamp on, the front door to your apartment beeps, handle turning.

“-financing the budget by ten percent! What did I say Jeon?!”

“Hyunwoo?”

He sighs, pulling in his suitcase and closing the door behind him. You get up, opening your mouth but he quickly draws his hand out. “I’m on the phone.” He silences you, walking away and into the bedroom. “Don’t you dare make any excuses. Do you even know who my fathe-”

His voice drowns out as he shuts the door and you fall back onto the couch again; staring at the wall blankly as if he didn’t come back home, as if it never happened.

“Hey.” His voice makes you flinch, shattering your trance. “There’s stuff in my suitcase if you want.”

“Welcome back.” You stiffly smile, soaking the sight of him in. You haven’t seen your fiancé in months yet he makes no effort to kiss, hug or smile at you - it’s not like you want him to though.

Instead, his eyes are glued to his phone screen as he texts, humming back simply in response.

“How was your trip?”

“Fine.”

“Did you eat yet?”

“Yup.”

You swallow hard before forcing your throat to clear. “Is it chilly in here? I feel like I’m catching a cold.”

“Oh.” He finally looks up at you. “Stay away from me then. I don’t want to catch it from you.”

You stay silent, watching as he turns and you follow him into the bedroom. “Go to the doctor’s. The last thing I need is a cold.”

“Hyunwoo.” You’re leaning on the doorway as he throws his phone onto the nightstand and pulls a fresh towel from the closet. “What do you think about me gaining ten pounds? I don’t need your approval, I’m just curio-”

“What?! Gain ten pounds?” He raises his brows, looking at you skeptically as he scoffs. “Purposely? Why would you do that?”

“Ugh.” There’s a long tense silence before he rolls his eyes. “Do whatever you want. I don’t know. Don’t ask me.”

He brushes past you, not realizing that your eyes are boring the floorboards. “I’m going to go take a shower.”

The noise of the door being shut, the shower knobs being turned and the water hitting the walls is what makes you move. You take two strides to your own phone and another two strides to sit on your bed before your knees give out. Your fingers are shaking as they wrap around the metal, the pad of your thumbs press against the screen and for a moment, you think of giving up. Maybe it’s all part of your delusion, maybe it’s really nothing at all. Maybe you’re wrong.

But you know you can’t keep blinding yourself. You need to know the truth.

The message sends, slipping through your fingertips and into an unseen universe.

6:46 pm. Y/N: Do you miss me?

You tap your foot, forcing your eyes away and to the ceiling where you blink back tears. You’re gnawing on the bottom of your lip, not sure what to expect or what you’re even hoping for. But then you turn to Hyunwoo’s phone that’s sitting right there on the nightstand, in front of you.

Your phone vibrates in your hand.

You close your eyes and count to three seconds before looking down.

6:47 pm. Hyunwoo: Everyday.

You’re sick to your stomach. Nauseous. Confused. Angry.

You don’t flinch when your phone slips out of your hands and falls to the floor. You don’t know how much time passes by. You’re sitting in silence, staring at the wall.

“Hey.” For once he sounds concerned. “Are you okay? You look really pale.”

You swallow the thick lump in your throat, craning your neck slowly up to meet Hyunwoo’s eyes. He steps back, a little startled by how cold your gaze is and the words that leave your lips are far from sweet honey.

“We need to talk.”

You call again and he doesn’t understand why; hanging up in utter panic before temptation lures him to a decision he’ll regret.

9:01 pm. Y/N: Thank you for all you’ve done. Maybe I’m losing my mind but for the past few months, you’ve really helped me a lot. I feel like you’re a really considerate and sincere person. 9:02 pm. Y/N: Thank you.

Namjoon frowns at the message, muddled and bewildered. He takes a good five minutes to think of some sort of response but as he begins to type, there’s a knock on his desk.

“Mornin’.” His boss gives a tight lipped smile and he nods.

“Good morning, sir.” It’s not everyday that his boss walks around the office casually or even speaks to him. “Is there something wrong?”

“Nothin’ wrong. Just Mr Lee...you know? Lee Hyunwoo.” Namjoon nods and his boss sighs. “Whelp, he’s done for. He let us know that he’s ending the contract early and he paid the extra fee and all that, so don’t worry. You got one less client now but you’ll probably get another one in a few days or so. Just hang on tight for now.”

All the words are delayed in his ears, taking longer to register and he’s confused even more than before. The day he’s been dreading - ending his only connection with you, has arrived sooner than he thought, completely out of the blue and Namjoon prays he’s dreaming.

“Wait.” He stands up from his chair, speaking louder than ever before in the office. A few people from their desks turn their heads up in curiosity before returning to their phones. His boss who had begun to walk away turns on his heel.

“Yes?”

“D-do you...do you know what happened?”

His boss shrugs lethargically. “He was pretty mad on the phone. I think his fiancée dumped him.”

It’s against his work policy to message you again. The contract’s ended. All connections must be cut.

But he does it anyway - when he’s out of his mind in the late night, his brain too scrambled and chaotic with thoughts of you to be able to sleep in serenity. Just as quickly as you came, now you were gone from his life.

You’re not a stranger - Namjoon knew you well enough but not enough to be called friends. You weren’t an acquaintance either but somewhere in the gray zones with no labels; a place where feelings and desperation are the strongest, where labels are wanted.

And all he wanted to know was what happened, even if it wasn’t his place. He needed to know what you were doing, how you were dealing with things, what you were feeling...if you were shouldering everything by yourself. He needed to say goodbye properly.

With every excuse he can think of, Namjoon finally musters up the courage to click ‘send’.

This time, it’s his own name.

2:03 am. Namjoon: Can I talk to you?

He waits an hour for your reply. The next day, he waits ten. He waits with the word ‘patience’ being repeated like a mantra for twenty hours, an entire day, three days and somehow it all morphs into two weeks.

He calls.

And he waits again. But the both times he calls, he’s met with empty rings and no voice, a long beep at the end to signal a dead line. On the third time, he finally hears someone and his eyes light up, he braces forward and his hands tighten together. His heart does a jump as he opens his mouth to speak-.....but it’s not you.

You’ve changed your number.

The days are grey, blurring together slowly and wrapping around him in a whirlwind in shades of the newspaper. He’s not sure how many days pass or months for that matter. They’re all the same anyways.

“Hey. Hello?” His co-worker is knocking on his desk but Namjoon’s stuck in a thoughtless daze. “EXCUSE ME!”

He flinches, blinking slowly twice as he looks up with a sigh. “Yes?”

“Listen..uh..Namson, right? Anyways, I was suppose to help with the interview process...you know, hiring some new people but I’m a bit busy. I’m actually heading out now…” He lifts the brown jacket in his hand, hitching his thumb to the front door in an exaggerated grin. Namjoon already knows what he wants and he exhales, opening his mouth to deny this stupid kid who thinks he can take advantage of him. But the kid cuts him off-

“I already said that you were going to do it for me.”

“What?”

“Thanks so much Namson.” His co-worker runs, smiling fearfully once over his shoulder before pushing the door open and running again.

Namjoon’s kindhearted and considerate by nature but he isn’t a pushover, especially recently. He doesn’t hold back his expressions of annoyance lately and with his big physique, his co-workers don’t shoot him looks of distaste or roll their eyes anymore, sometimes avoiding him out of fear.

It’s not like he’ll beat them up. He’s just really tired and things are getting to him when his days are all gray.

“Namjoon. Glad you could make it!” His boss bear hugs him for one second. “Anyways, you can just sit beside me and tell me what you think. I like to have three people so it looks like a panel of judges.”

The girl sitting in the other chair meet his eyes before she sighs and goes back to scratching the paint off her nails. “Let’s begin. We got a few applicants waiting.” His boss declares in a cheery smile but the pile of papers is quite thin. It’s not everyday that people would sign up for an odd job like this.

The process begins. If Namjoon thought his life was boring before, he was in for a real treat.

It’s worse than watching paint dry. He feels like he’s becoming brain dead.

“So what are your hobbies?” His boss’ smile is long wiped.

“I really….really….like painting lava lamps.” This lady with tight curls and a tie-dye shirt beams at the three.

He wonders where the company is putting up their job advertisements.

Three hours have passed and Namjoon’s about to call it quits until the next applicant walks through the door - pencil skirt, white blouse, black kitten heels and hair tied into a ponytail. His eyes double in size as you pull open the door with a smile, fresh face with no eye bags and completely relaxed. Namjoon’s frozen in his spot, mouth agape as he watches you take your seat at the center of the room.

He wonders if you notice him, realizes who he is. Maybe he should make a run for it...hide somewhere out of shame. Maybe he should ask you...question you a million things that he’s been desperate to know. Maybe, if, perhaps...why? There are too many questions, too many thoughts that cloud his head and he completely misses that the world is still spinning, that his boss is speaking, that you’re speaking. But he swears, your glance lasts a second longer on him.

“Why won’t you tell us about yourself.” Namjoon’s boss smiles at you, nodding his head.

You smile, tapping your foot a bit nervously. “I’m a good writer and I have a good work ethic. I haven’t been working recently because of….someone but I put in a lot of effort into the things I do. During my free time, I like to do a little bit of running and exercise.”

“Good. Good.” His boss nods, liking the things he’s hearing. “Now why do you need this job?”

You hum for a slight moment, eyes flickering onto Namjoon who’s still gazing at you in awe. The side of your lip tugs upwards and you stare back at him. “I broke it off with my fiancé about half a year ago and now I’m living on my own….”

“Wait.” The girl sitting next to Namjoon’s boss looks up at your words, eyes sparkling and she takes away the nail file from her other hand. After three and a half hours of dullness, she’s hooked onto the fragment of drama spoken from your lips. “Why did you break up with him?”

“Oh.” You give a sheepish smile, shrugging. “We were just different people and we weren’t on the same page anymore.”

You don’t seem to carry any bitterness, any resentments, speaking as if it was a mere bad dream.

“But-”

“Moving on.” His boss cuts off the girl, shifting back to topics about the job. “This is a really...peculiar career choice. We do things a bit differently around here, working a lot independently and with clients in the area of messaging and love. Why do you believe you’re qualified for this job?”

You relax, smiling warmly as you look into Namjoon’s orbs. He blinks back at you once as you part your lips-

“Because I’ve had first hand experience.”

You’ll get the job, he already knows with the way his boss nods at all your words and smiles at the end. Your application is placed into the special pile and you bow your head before leaving.

Namjoon urgently stands, excusing himself hastily as he follows you.

“Wait!”

You stop on your heel, turning around to face him.

He’s catching his breath, looking down at you and you pout your lips, scanning at him from head to toe. He’s a lot taller in the flesh than from your memories, shoulders broder and a lot cuter too. The anger and animosity you once felt for him from being lied to has long dissipated after you realized that it was stemming from your bitterness over Hyunwoo. But over time, the bitterness had faded away into memories and you let it. There was no point in hanging onto things that weren’t meant to be.

The two of you are simply staring at each other, gazing into the other’s orbs, searching their face for some sort of answer to an unknown question. There are so many things you want to ask each other, endless things to say or speak - too many things that it’s overwhelming and silence takes over. But everything is okay because he’s here and you are too, face to face.

You exhale a short breath, smiling at him. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” You extend your arm, smile growing at his bewildered expression.

He clears his throat awkwardly, lifting his arm to shake your hand in a firm grip. “Namjoon.”

It’s the first. The first official meeting, the first exchange of names and this time -

There are no lies.

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aporeticelenchus · 8 years ago

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Fakest Fake Dating AU update

Following directly on part 1 (in which Marius semi-accidentally convinced his grandfather he was engaged to either/both Bahorel and Grantaire in order to make Cosette seem more eligible by comparison.) 1486 words.

After several days of anxious contemplation, Marius was no closer to having a solution to his problems. Even the ever-faithful expedient of laying his head on his desk for several hours and crying produced no results.

The thought of going out in public where people might see him was intolerable. Clearly, the only thing to do was to convert his apartment into a hermitage and never speak to anyone again. He would correspond with Cosette by carefully coded letters, telling of his love and his wretchedness until he died of heartbreak and perhaps embarrassment. It would be very tragic; alas, no one would ever know or care besides his dear Cosette, if she even still loved him at all after she heard of his failure. He would be solitary, alone, solus cum solo –

“Hullo Marius!” Courfeyrac’s voice called in from the hallway, disturbing Marius’ thoughts. “You’ve got a letter here!”

“Bahorel! Bahorel I need you!” Marius cried, pushing his was into the café.

Bahorel waved lazily from his chair in the corner, feet up on the table. “Ah, if only I had a sous for every time I’ve heard that.”

“You’d have one sous,” said Feuilly, sitting next to him. He tossed a card out onto the table. “Your turn.”

Bahorel laughed. “And wouldn’t that be a fine thing!”

Marius straightened and coughed indignantly. “Excuse me! Bahorel, I have an emergency!” He pulled the letter out of his coat and brandished it in front of him. He stood there dramatically for a moment waiting for someone to ask him what the emergency was. No one did.

“I suspect,” said Bahorel after a few moments, “that you are referring to the contents of that bit of paper. Alas, even I haven’t been educated enough to make out letters through an envelope. Law school has failed me, as it fails us all.”

“I, well, yes.” said Marius. He refused to give up his dramatic stance. Having struck it in the first place, he felt he was stuck. He tried to fumble the envelope open with the same hand that was holding it and had the letter half out before managing to drop the whole thing.

“Aurgh,” said the floor. Marius jumped and narrowly missed landing on Grantaire’s arm. The man was stretched out on the floor in front of him with Marius’ letter on his face. Grantaire picked the missive up and quickly scanned it. “Your grandfather wants to see you? What of it?”

“He’s going to ask me questions!” said Marius.

“I imagine so,” said Grantaire. “My relatives usually do. I broke them of the habit by answering.”

“Monsieur my friend Grantaire has a point,” said Bahorel, before Marius could respond. “Take the chance to convince your grandfather of what bad company you’re keeping and how low you’ve fallen in love. It shouldn’t take much more prodding.”

“But that’s just it!” Marius burst out. “I can’t lie to my grandfather!” It would be wrong, he had decided, and also it seemed from his previous encounter that he wasn’t very good at it.

“Well then,” said Bahorel, who had yet to budge even slightly from the posture he has been in when Marius had entered the room. “Tell him the truth. What do you need me for?”

“Don’t you see?” said Marius. “You can lie to my grandfather. He isn’t your grandfather, after all. I don’t think it’s a sin to lie someone else’s aged relatives,” he added after a moment’s thought.

“A true philosopher!” came Grantaire’s voice from near Marius’ shoe. “It’s well that I’m pretending to marry you for your money, not your morals.”

Marius kicked him, but only very slightly. Grantaire had helped him after all he supposed.

“I can’t face my grandfather alone,” he told Bahorel. “What if he offers me more money? Oh, you don’t know what a torment it is!”

Bahorel nodded solemnly and put a comforting arm on Marius’ shoulder. With his free hand he threw another card towards Feuilly without looking. “Of course we’ll help.” Marius felt slightly reassured until Bahorel grinned. “Just let me stop by my apartments to collect some pamphlets first.”

They made their way to Gillenormand’s house without much trouble – Marius only had to duck behind bushes twice to avoid people whose faces looked familiar but whose names he’d forgotten.

(“Careful,” he’d whispered to Bahorel and Grantaire; “if they see me they might greet me by name and then I’d have to just say ‘hello’ back and they’d know.”)

His grandfather’s house itself represented a minor problem. Marius stood before it for several moments feeling lost and alone. It felt impossible to imagine himself knocking on that old door, so familiar yet so alien after his years away, and announcing himself as a guest. He felt at once torn between two times and trapped between them in neither, too late to be a stranger but –

“Oh for – “ Grantaire muttered, then pounded his fist indecorously on the door.

A wave of relief and gratitude swept over Marius, along with a resolution never to let Grantaire know. The feeling lasted until the door began to open and revealed –

Someone Marius didn’t know.

“Hullo there! It’s Marius Pontmercy!” said the stranger, in entirely too familiar a tone. “I’ll be damned! The prodigal grandson returns at last.”

“…hello?” said Marius helplessly.

The man Marius didn’t know thwacked his shoulder jovially, hard enough to sting. He was dressed like a lancer, with a thin moustache and a handsome face. Marius instantly disliked him. “Here to shake the old man down I suppose? I wish you better luck with him than I’ve had. Buy me a drink if he coughs up for you, eh?”

“Hello?” Marius attempted again. As a conversational gambit, it had the advantage of not needing a name or identity to advance the conversation.

Fortunately, the man turned his attention to Marius’ companions. He eyed them both appreciatively.

“Who are your friends?” He flashed an entirely too charming smile. “We haven’t been introduced.”

Whoever the man was, Marius decided, he certainly wasn’t a venerable and aged relative, so it should be alright to lie to him. Besides, Marius wanted to make him go away.

“This,” he said dramatically, gesturing towards Bahorel and Grantaire, “is the man I love. We’re going to be married, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop us.”

The man didn’t have the grace to look shocked and appalled. Instead he looked positively intrigued. “Well well well!” he declared. “Which one?”

Marius was beginning to suspect this man was another relation of his grandfather’s. He asked the same difficult and penetrating questions. “Er, that is, I haven’t quite –”

This time Marius didn’t even need Bahorel to save him. The strange lancer clapped his hands together in obvious delight and then planted them firmly – and uncomfortably – on Marius’ shoulders.

“Marius, I have misjudged you,” he said gravely. “For all these, years, I thought you were an old stick-in-the-mug. A priggish chap with no mind for games or love affairs, wed to his books and too churlish for good company. Offensive in your politics, perhaps, but so is every second man on the street these days.”

Marius felt he ought to object at this juncture, but the lancer steamed on ahead without giving him a chance.

“But here you are, engaged in an affair of the Greek variety, courting scandal and two men at once, setting friend against friend in a battle of the heart. Why, I dare say you have become quite disreputable!” He flicked away an imaginary tear of pride. “Tell me – do you go to the theater?”

“Daily!” said Bahorel proudly.

“When I can’t help it, which is often,” said Grantaire.

“Excellent!” said the lancer. “Be sure to tell the old man. He’s been polishing up a lecture on the perfidious ways of theatrical types. You don’t want to miss it.” After a moment’s consideration he pulled a ticket stub out of his coat pocket and artfully dropped it into one of Marius’ pockets, with the tip just peeking out.

He clapped Marius heartily on the back before making as if to go. As if thinking of one last thing he leaned in close and said in a stage whisper loud enough for anyone present to hear, “Oh, and Marius? Let me know which of them you decide to jilt.” He winked at Grantaire and Bahorel then sauntered out the door.

To Marius’ horror, Bahorel winked back. Grantaire positively leered.

(It had taken Marius a matter of months to learn to distinguish Granatire’s leers from his usual expression, but sadly he was quite sure he’d gotten the hang of it.)

Eager to put the entire episode behind him as fast as possible, Marius dragged the two of them up the staircase to lie to his aged grandfather.

Bahorel’s pamphlets turned out to be both many and illustrated. Even Grantaire was impressed.

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kristablogs · 4 years ago

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How to pick the right wildlife trail camera

Whether you're keeping an eye out for hunting season or just trying to learn more about the local wildlife, trail cams can open a window into a new world. (Celine Geeurickx/Unsplash/)

This story originally featured on Outdoor Life.

If you think about all the components that go into building a trail camera—detection circuits, infrared emitters, view screen, lens, and the waterproof housing it comes in—you’re getting a pretty good deal for not a whole lot of money. A good trail cam that will last you the entire year usually costs about $130. That’s not bad. It’s standing up to rain, wind, snow, and anything else Mother Nature can throw at it. There aren’t many other pieces of gear that can do that.

The problems arise when trail cam companies aren’t completely honest with customers. A lot of trail cams can’t do what they actually say they can do, so we’re here to clear the air. Every year, the folks at Trailcampro.com host a shootout to compare models, and find out which new cameras have the best technology so hunters can see more clear images of deer.

Before you buy your next camera, don’t just snag an affordable one with the most megapixels (like so many of us do) from the bargain bin. If you do, you’ll likely end up with a subpar trail cam, and miss out on images of deer that would’ve made it onto your SD card—if only you’d spent a little more money. So the next time you’re shopping for a new trail cam, remember these rules.

More megapixels don’t mean better images

Setting your trail cam for maximum megapixels won’t deliver a clearer image, but it will take up more memory. (Trailcampro.com/)

Many companies will tout that their camera is the best because of the number of megapixels it has. But the fact is, most trail cams have a “native resolution” of three to five megapixels, so when you set the camera for 24 megapixels, the only things you’re doing are 1) making that image file larger (not clearer), 2) taking up more room on your SD card, and 3) slowing the camera down because of the larger file size. You’re actually going to get a better image if you set the camera to its native resolution. Plus the camera will be able to take more images because you won’t need as much memory.

You won’t find the native resolution on the box because marketing departments are smart enough to know that if they tell you their camera is really only three megapixels, and the competitor says its camera has 24 megapixels, you’re going with the competitor every time. That’s why it can actually be hard to find the native resolution of a trail cam. They are supposed to be printed in the owner’s manual, but they aren’t always there. That’s why it’s a good idea to check out the comparison chart Trailcampro.com releases each year.

Speed matters

If you are always getting images of the ass end of deer, it likely means your trail cam has a slow trigger speed. (Trailcampro.com/)

If you have bought a trail camera and a majority of your images are of the ass end of a deer or images that don’t capture the animal at all, it likely has a slow trigger speed. What’s happening is the deer is walking into the detection zone, but the camera isn’t reacting in time. You want a trail cam with a fast trigger speed. Acceptable units have a .5 second speed or less, and the best boast a nearly instantaneous trigger.

You also need to be cognizant of the recovery time, which is the amount of time it takes for the camera to detect motion, capture an image, store the captured image, and rearm itself to be ready to capture the next image. When trail cams first debuted, there were long recovery times due to a finite amount of image storage space. Engineers actually made the recovery time longer so the cameras wouldn’t take all the photos they were capable of too quickly. Now that cameras can store images on an SD card, the recovery times are much faster. Today’s good cameras have a recovery time of 5 seconds or less. Cheap, imported cameras commonly found on large discount websites often have recovery times of 10 to 15 seconds or longer. This means those cameras will not capture any activity that occurs during that period. So people who purchase cheap cameras will never see many of the critters that walk by.

Battery life is key, too

It was 63 degrees when the image of this buck was taken, but as temperatures drop below freezing standard alkaline batteries will fail. (Trailcampro.com/)

One of the most common complaints about trail cams comes in colder months, when the temperature dips below freezing. Most hunters are running cameras all summer and getting deer on camera. Then as we get into deer season and the temperatures fall, the camera “malfunctions.” Well, the likely reason you aren’t getting images from your camera is because when the thermometer dips below 32 degrees, standard alkaline batteries—the kind you put in your TV remote control or a kids toys—shut down in cold weather. Though alkaline batteries are cheap, the power they provide is inconsistent and weakens with every passing day.

Instead, opt for Nickel Metal Hydride (NiMH) rechargeable and lithium batteries, which maintain a consistent voltage until they go dead. There’s no slow decrease in power as with alkaline batteries. Lithium batteries are more expensive than alkalines, but they also last considerably longer, and won’t fail in cold weather. NiMH batteries will also last longer than alkalines, but suffer in temperatures above 80 degrees.

Pay attention to detection angle vs. field of view

Avoid buying trailcams with a wide disparity in detection and F.O.V. angles. (Trailcampro.com/)

The sign of a poorly made trail cam is a wide disparity in the detection angle and the field of view (F.O.V.) angle. The detection angle relates to when an animal comes within a certain range of the camera, triggering the camera to take a photo in the next few moments. But for the camera to capture an image of that deer walking by, the deer must be within the F.O.V. angle.

So, say a trail cam has a detection angle of 45.2 and an F.O.V. of 34.7. That means you’ll have deer triggering the camera before they enter the photo. You want that gap to be as small as possible so that when a deer comes in range of the detection angle it’s almost instantly in range of the F.O.V. The reason you see a wide disparity in detection and F.O.V. angles is to compensate for slow trigger speeds. It’s a sign that the manufacturer is trying to make up for a design flaw, and you should avoid buying them.

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scootoaster · 4 years ago

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How to pick the right wildlife trail camera

Whether you're keeping an eye out for hunting season or just trying to learn more about the local wildlife, trail cams can open a window into a new world. (Celine Geeurickx/Unsplash/)

This story originally featured on Outdoor Life.

More megapixels don’t mean better images

Setting your trail cam for maximum megapixels won’t deliver a clearer image, but it will take up more memory. (Trailcampro.com/)

Speed matters

If you are always getting images of the ass end of deer, it likely means your trail cam has a slow trigger speed. (Trailcampro.com/)

Battery life is key, too

It was 63 degrees when the image of this buck was taken, but as temperatures drop below freezing standard alkaline batteries will fail. (Trailcampro.com/)

Pay attention to detection angle vs. field of view

Avoid buying trailcams with a wide disparity in detection and F.O.V. angles. (Trailcampro.com/)

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communityglobalbuzrush-blog · 5 years ago

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readbookywooks · 8 years ago

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For Awhile a Very Obscure One

AND Ivan, on parting from Alyosha, went home to Fyodor Pavlovitch's house. But, strange to say, he was overcome by insufferable depression, which grew greater at every step he took towards the house. There was nothing strange in his being depressed; what was strange was that Ivan could not have said what was the cause of it. He had often been depressed before, and there was nothing surprising at his feeling so at such a moment, when he had broken off with everything had brought him here, and was preparing that day to make a new start and enter upon a new, unknown future. He would again be as solitary as ever, and though he had great hopes, and great - too great - expectations from life, he could not have given any definite account of his hopes, his expectations, or even his desires. Yet at that moment, though the apprehension of the new and unknown certainly found place in his heart, what was worrying him was something quite different. "Is it loathing for my father's house?" he wondered. "Quite likely; I am so sick of it; and though it's the last time I shall cross its hateful threshold, still I loathe it.... No, it's not that either. Is it the parting with Alyosha and the conversation I had with him? For so many years I've been silent with the whole world and not deigned to speak, and all of a sudden I reel off a rigmarole like that." certainly might have been the youthful vexation of youthful inexperience and vanity - vexation at having failed to express himself, especially with such a being as Alyosha, on whom his heart had certainly been reckoning. No doubt that came in, that vexation, it must have done indeed; but yet that was not it, that was not it either. "I feel sick with depression and yet I can't tell what I want. Better not think, perhaps." Ivan tried "not to think," but that, too, was no use. What made his depression so vexatious and irritating was that it had a kind of casual, external character - he felt that. Some person or thing seemed to be standing out somewhere, just as something will sometimes obtrude itself upon the eye, and though one may be so busy with work or conversation that for a long time one does not notice it, yet it irritates and almost torments one till at last one realises, and removes the offending object, often quite a trifling and ridiculous one - some article left about in the wrong place, a handkerchief on the floor, a book not replaced on the shelf, and so on. At last, feeling very cross and ill-humoured, Ivan arrived home, and suddenly, about fifteen paces from the garden gate, he guessed what was fretting and worrying him. On a bench in the gateway the valet Smerdyakov was sitting enjoying the coolness of the evening, and at the first glance at him Ivan knew that the valet Smerdyakov was on his mind, and that it was this man that his soul loathed. It all dawned upon him suddenly and became clear. just before, when Alyosha had been telling him of his meeting with Smerdyakov, he had felt a sudden twinge of gloom and loathing, which had immediately stirred responsive anger in his heart. Afterwards, as he talked, Smerdyakov had been forgotten for the time; but still he had been in his mind, and as soon as Ivan parted with Alyosha and was walking home, the forgotten sensation began to obtrude itself again. "Is it possible that a miserable, contemptible creature like that can worry me so much?" he wondered, with insufferable irritation. It was true that Ivan had come of late to feel an intense dislike for the man, especially during the last few days. He had even begun to notice in himself a growing feeling that was almost of hatred for the creature. Perhaps this hatred was accentuated by the fact that when Ivan first came to the neighbourhood he had felt quite differently. Then he had taken a marked interest in Smerdyakov, and had even thought him very original. He had encouraged him to talk to him, although he had always wondered at a certain incoherence, or rather restlessness, in his mind, and could not understand what it was that so continually and insistently worked upon the brain of "the contemplative." They discussed philosophical questions and even how there could have been light on the first day when the sun, moon, and stars were only created on the fourth day, and how that was to be understood. But Ivan soon saw that, though the sun, moon, and stars might be an interesting subject, yet that it was quite secondary to Smerdyakov, and that he was looking for something altogether different. In one way and another, he began to betray a boundless vanity, and a wounded vanity, too, and that Ivan disliked. It had first given rise to his aversion. Later on, there had been trouble in the house. Grushenka had come on the scene, and there had been the scandals with his brother Dmitri - they discussed that, too. But though Smerdyakov always talked of that with great excitement, it was impossible to discover what he desired to come of it. There was, in fact, something surprising in the illogicality and incoherence of some of his desires, accidentally betrayed and always vaguely expressed. Smerdyakov was always inquiring, putting certain indirect but obviously premeditated questions, but what his object was he did not explain, and usually at the most important moment he would break off and relapse into silence or pass to another subject. But what finally irritated Ivan most and confirmed his dislike for him was the peculiar, revolting familiarity which Smerdyakov began to show more and more markedly. Not that he forgot himself and was rude; on the contrary, he always spoke very respectfully, yet he had obviously begun to consider - goodness knows why! - that there was some sort of understanding between him and Ivan Fyodorovitch. He always spoke in a tone that suggested that those two had some kind of compact, some secret between them, that had at some time been expressed on both sides, only known to them and beyond the comprehension of those around them. But for a long while Ivan did not recognise the real cause of his growing dislike and he had only lately realised what was at the root of it. With a feeling of disgust and irritation he tried to pass in at the gate without speaking or looking at Smerdyakov. But Smerdyakov rose from the bench, and from that action alone, Ivan knew instantly that he wanted particularly to talk to him. Ivan looked at him and stopped, and the fact that he did stop, instead of passing by, as he meant to the minute before, drove him to fury. With anger and repulsion he looked at Smerdyakov's emasculate, sickly face, with the little curls combed forward on his forehead. His left eye winked and he grinned as if to say, "Where are you going? You won't pass by; you see that we two clever people have something to say to each other." Ivan shook. "Get away, miserable idiot. What have I to do with you?" was on the tip of his tongue, but to his profound astonishment he heard himself say, "Is my father still asleep, or has he waked?" He asked the question softly and meekly, to his own surprise, and at once, again to his own surprise, sat down on the bench. For an instant he felt almost frightened; he remembered it afterwards. Smerdyakov stood facing him, his hands behind his back, looking at him with assurance and almost severity. "His honour is still asleep," he articulated deliberately ("You were the first to speak, not I," he seemed to say). "I am surprised at you, sir," he added, after a pause, dropping his eyes affectedly, setting his right foot forward, and playing with the tip of his polished boot. "Why are you surprised at me?" Ivan asked abruptly and sullenly, doing his utmost to restrain himself, and suddenly realising, with disgust, that he was feeling intense curiosity and would not, on any account, have gone away without satisfying it. "Why don't you go to Tchermashnya, sir?" Smerdyakov suddenly raised his eyes and smiled familiarly. "Why I smile you must understand of yourself, if you are a clever man," his screwed-up left eye seemed to say. "Why should I go to Tchermashnya?" Ivan asked in surprise. Smerdyakov was silent again. "Fyodor Pavlovitch himself has so begged you to," he said at last, slowly and apparently attaching no significance to his answer. "I put you off with a secondary reason," he seemed to suggest, "simply to say something." "Damn you! Speak out what you want!" Ivan cried angrily at last, passing from meekness to violence. Smerdyakov drew his right foot up to his left, pulled himself up, but still looked at him with the same serenity and the same little smile. "Substantially nothing - but just by way of conversation." Another silence followed. They did not speak for nearly a minute. Ivan knew that he ought to get up and show anger, and Smerdyakov stood before him and seemed to be waiting as though to see whether he would be angry or not. So at least it seemed to Ivan. At last he moved to get up. Smerdyakov seemed to seize the moment. "I'm in an awful position, Ivan Fyodorovitch. I don't know how to help myself," he said resolutely and distinctly, and at his last word he sighed. Ivan Fyodorovitch sat down again. "They are both utterly crazy, they are no better than little children," Smerdyakov went on. "I am speaking of your parent and your brother Dmitri Fyodorovitch. Here Fyodor Pavlovitch will get up directly and begin worrying me every minute, 'Has she come? Why hasn't she come?' and so on up till midnight and even after midnight. And if Agrafena Alexandrovna doesn't come (for very likely she does not mean to come at all) then he will be at me again to-morrow morning, 'Why hasn't she come? When will she come?' - as though I were to blame for it. On the other side it's no better. As soon as it gets dark, or even before, your brother will appear with his gun in his hands: 'Look out, you rogue, you soup-maker. If you miss her and don't let me know she's been - I'll kill you before anyone.' When the night's over, in the morning, he, too, like Fyodor Pavlovitch, begins worrying me to death. 'Why hasn't she come? Will she come soon?' And he, too, thinks me to blame because his lady hasn't come. And every day and every hour they get angrier and angrier, so that I sometimes think I shall kill myself in a fright. I can't depend them, sir." "And why have you meddled? Why did you begin to spy for Dmitri Fyodorovitch?" said Ivan irritably. "How could I help meddling? Though, indeed, I haven't meddled at all, if you want to know the truth of the matter. I kept quiet from the very beginning, not daring to answer; but he pitched on me to be his servant. He has had only one thing to say since: 'I'll kill you, you scoundrel, if you miss her.' I feel certain, sir, that I shall have a long fit to-morrow." "What do you mean by 'a long fit'?" "A long fit, lasting a long time - several hours, or perhaps a day or two. Once it went on for three days. I fell from the garret that time. The struggling ceased and then began again, and for three days I couldn't come back to my senses. Fyodor Pavlovitch sent for Herzenstube, the doctor here, and he put ice on my head and tried another remedy, too.... I might have died." "But they say one can't tell with epilepsy when a fit is coming. What makes you say you will have one to-morrow?" Ivan inquired, with a peculiar, irritable curiosity. "That's just so. You can't tell beforehand." "Besides, you fell from the garret then." "I climb up to the garret every day. I might fall from the garret again to-morrow. And, if not, I might fall down the cellar steps. I have to go into the cellar every day, too." Ivan took a long look at him. "You are talking nonsense, I see, and I don't quite understand you," he said softly, but with a sort of menace. "Do you mean to pretend to be ill to-morrow for three days, eh?" Smerdyakov, who was looking at the ground again, and playing with the toe of his right foot, set the foot down, moved the left one forward, and, grinning, articulated: "If I were able to play such a trick, that is, pretend to have a fit -and it would not be difficult for a man accustomed to them - I should have a perfect right to use such a means to save myself from death. For even if Agrafena Alexandrovna comes to see his father while I am ill, his honour can't blame a sick man for not telling him. He'd be ashamed to." "Hang it all!" Ivan cried, his face working with anger, "Why are you always in such a funk for your life? All my brother Dmitri's threats are only hasty words and mean nothing. He won't kill you; it's not you he'll kill!" "He'd kill me first of all, like a fly. But even more than that, I am afraid I shall be taken for an accomplice of his when he does something crazy to his father." "Why should you be taken for an accomplice?" "They'll think I am an accomplice, because I let him know the signals as a great secret." "What signals? Whom did you tell? Confound you, speak more plainly." "I'm bound to admit the fact," Smerdyakov drawled with pedantic composure, "that I have a secret with Fyodor Pavlovitch in this business. As you know yourself (if only you do know it) he has for several days past locked himself in as soon as night or even evening comes on. Of late you've been going upstairs to your room early every evening, and yesterday you did not come down at all, and so perhaps you don't know how carefully he has begun to lock himself in at night, and even if Grigory Vassilyevitch comes to the door he won't open to him till he hears his voice. But Grigory Vassilyevitch does not come, because I wait upon him alone in his room now. That's the arrangement he made himself ever since this to-do with Agrafena Alexandrovna began. But at night, by his orders, I go away to the lodge so that I don't get to sleep till midnight, but am on the watch, getting up and walking about the yard, waiting for Agrafena Alexandrovna to come. For the last few days he's been perfectly frantic expecting her. What he argues is, she is afraid of him, Dmitri Fyodorovitch (Mitya, as he calls him), 'and so,' says he, 'she'll come the back-way, late at night, to me. You look out for her,' says he, 'till midnight and later; and if she does come, you run up and knock at my door or at the window from the garden. Knock at first twice, rather gently, and then three times more quickly, then,' says he, 'I shall understand at once that she has come, and will open the door to you quietly.' Another signal he gave me in case anything unexpected happens. At first, two knocks, and then, after an interval, another much louder. Then he will understand that something has happened suddenly and that I must see him, and he will open to me so that I can go and speak to him. That's all in case Agrafena Alexandrovna can't come herself, but sends a message. Besides, Dmitri Fyodorovitch might come, too, so I must let him know he is near. His honour is awfully afraid of Dmitri Fyodorovitch, so that even if Agrafena Alexandrovna had come and were locked in with him, and Dmitri Fyodorovitch were to turn up anywhere near at the time, I should be bound to let him know at once, knocking three times. So that the first signal of five knocks means Agrafena Alexandrovna has come, while the second signal of three knocks means 'something important to tell you.' His honour has shown me them several times and explained them. And as in the whole universe no one knows of these signals but myself and his honour, so he'd open the door without the slightest hesitation and without calling out (he is awfully afraid of calling out aloud). Well, those signals are known to Dmitri Fyodorovitch too, now." "How are they known? Did you tell him? How dared you tell him?" "It was through fright I did it. How could I dare to keep it back from him? Dmitri Fyodorovitch kept persisting every day, 'You are deceiving me, you are hiding something from me! I'll break both your legs for you.' So I told him those secret signals that he might see my slavish devotion, and might be satisfied that I was not deceiving him, but was telling him all I could." "If you think that he'll make use of those signals and try to get in, don't let him in." "But if I should be laid up with a fit, how can I prevent him coming in then, even if I dared prevent him, knowing how desperate he is?" "Hang it! How can you be so sure you are going to have a fit, confound you? Are you laughing at me?" "How could I dare laugh at you? I am in no laughing humour with this fear on me. I feel I am going to have a fit. I have a presentiment. Fright alone will bring it on." "Confound it! If you are laid up, Grigory will be on the watch. Let Grigory know beforehand; he will be sure not to let him in." "I should never dare to tell Grigory Vassilyevitch about the signals without orders from my master. And as for Grigory Vassilyevitch hearing him and not admitting him, he has been ill ever since yesterday, and Marfa Ignatyevna intends to give him medicine to-morrow. They've just arranged it. It's a very strange remedy of hers. Marfa Ignatyevna knows of a preparation and always keeps it. It's a strong thing made from some herb. She has the secret of it, and she always gives it to Grigory Vassilyevitch three times a year when his lumbago's so bad he is almost paralysed by it. Then she takes a towel, wets it with the stuff, and rubs his whole back for half an hour till it's quite red and swollen, and what's left in the bottle she gives him to drink with a special prayer; but not quite all, for on such occasions she leaves some for herself, and drinks it herself. And as they never take strong drink, I assure you they both drop asleep at once and sleep sound a very long time. And when Grigory Vassilyevitch wakes up he is perfectly well after it, but Marfa Ignatyevna always has a headache from it. So, if Marfa Ignatyevna carries out her intention to-morrow, they won't hear anything and hinder Dmitri Fyodorovitch. They'll be asleep." "What a rigmarole! And it all seems to happen at once, as though it were planned. You'll have a fit and they'll both be unconscious," cried Ivan. "But aren't you trying to arrange it so?" broke from him suddenly, and he frowned threateningly. "How could I?... And why should I, when it all depends on Dmitri Fyodorovitch and his plans?... If he means to do anything, he'll do it; but if not, I shan't be thrusting him upon his father." "And why should he go to father, especially on the sly, if, as you say yourself, Agrafena Alexandrovna won't come at all?" Ivan went on, turning white with anger. "You say that yourself, and all the while I've been here, I've felt sure it was all the old man's fancy, and the creature won't come to him. Why should Dmitri break in on him if she doesn't come? Speak, I want to know what you are thinking!" "You know yourself why he'll come. What's the use of what I think? His honour will come simply because he is in a rage or suspicious on account of my illness perhaps, and he'll dash in, as he did yesterday through impatience to search the rooms, to see whether she hasn't escaped him on the sly. He is perfectly well aware, too, that Fyodor Pavlovitch has a big envelope with three thousand roubles in it, tied up with ribbon and sealed with three seals. On it is written in his own hand 'To my angel Grushenka, if she will come,' to which he added three days later, 'for my little chicken.' There's no knowing what that might do." "Nonsense!" cried Ivan, almost beside himself. "Dmitri won't come to steal money and kill my father to do it. He might have killed him yesterday on account of Grushenka, like the frantic, savage fool he is, but he won't steal." "He is in very great need of money now - the greatest need, Ivan Fyodorovitch. You don't know in what need he is," Smerdyakov explained, with perfect composure and remarkable distinctness. "He looks on that three thousand as his own, too. He said so to me himself. 'My father still owes me just three thousand,' he said. And besides that, consider, Ivan Fyodorovitch, there is something else perfectly true. It's as good as certain, so to say, that Agrafena Alexandrovna will force him, if only she cares to, to marry her - the master himself, I mean, Fyodor Pavlovitch - if only she cares to, and of course she may care to. All I've said is that she won't come, but maybe she's looking for more than that - I mean to be mistress here. I know myself that Samsonov, her merchant, was laughing with her about it, telling her quite openly that it would not be at all a stupid thing to do. And she's got plenty of sense. She wouldn't marry a beggar like Dmitri Fyodorovitch. So, taking that into consideration, Ivan Fyodorovitch, reflect that then neither Dmitri Fyodorovitch nor yourself and your brother, Alexey Fyodorovitch, would have anything after the master's death, not a rouble, for Agrafena Alexandrovna would marry him simply to get hold of the whole, all the money there is. But if your father were to die now, there'd be some forty thousand for sure, even for Dmitri Fyodorovitch whom he hates so, for he's made no will.... Dmitri Fyodorovitch knows all that very well." A sort of shudder passed over Ivan's face. He suddenly flushed. "Then why on earth," he suddenly interrupted Smerdyakov, "do you advise me to go to Tchermashnya? What did you mean by that? If I go away, you see what will happen here." Ivan drew his breath with difficulty. "Precisely so," said Smerdyakov, softly and reasonably, watching Ivan intently, however. "What do you mean by 'precisely so'?" Ivan questioned him, with a menacing light in his eyes, restraining himself with difficulty. "I spoke because I felt sorry for you. If I were in your place I should simply throw it all up... rather than stay on in such a position," answered Smerdyakov, with the most candid air looking at Ivan's flashing eyes. They were both silent. "You seem to be a perfect idiot, and what's more... an awful scoundrel, too." Ivan rose suddenly from the bench. He was about to pass straight through the gate, but he stopped short and turned to Smerdyakov. Something strange followed. Ivan, in a sudden paroxysm, bit his lip, clenched his fists, and, in another minute, would have flung himself on Smerdyakov. The latter, anyway, noticed it at the same moment, started, and shrank back. But the moment passed without mischief to Smerdyakov, and Ivan turned in silence, as it seemed in perplexity, to the gate. "I am going away to Moscow to-morrow, if you care to know - early to-morrow morning. That's all!" he suddenly said aloud angrily, and wondered himself afterwards what need there was to say this then to Smerdyakov. "That's the best thing you can do," he responded, as though he had expected to hear it; "except that you can always be telegraphed for from Moscow, if anything should happen here." Ivan stopped again, and again turned quickly to Smerdyakov. But a change had passed over him, too. All his familiarity and carelessnes had completely disappeared. His face expressed attention and expectation, intent but timid and cringing. "Haven't you something more to say - something to add?" could be read in the intent gaze he fixed on Ivan. "And couldn't I be sent for from Tchermashnya, too - in case anything happened?" Ivan shouted suddenly, for some unknown reason raising his voice. "From Tchermashnya, too... you could be sent for," Smerdyakov muttered, almost in a whisper, looking disconcerted, but gazing intently into Ivan's eyes. "Only Moscow is farther and Tchermashnya is nearer. Is it to save my spending money on the fare, or to save my going so far out of my way, that you insist on Tchermashnya?" "Precisely so..." muttered Smerdyakov, with a breaking voice. He looked at Ivan with a revolting smile, and again made ready to draw back. But to his astonishment Ivan broke into a laugh, and went through the gate still laughing. Anyone who had seen his face at that moment would have known that he was not laughing from lightness of heart, and he could not have explained himself what he was feeling at that instant. He moved and walked as though in a nervous frenzy.

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