#it’s the warm period accurate lighting on brick walls I think

[lesbian-thesbian]

the staging and lighting in the big ensemble scenes are so beautiful <3

🎥 @medium-observation

[builder051]

It just snowed again here lol so I feel the cold. Could you do a fic where Jason gets locked out of the apartment/apartment building (my apartment building has doors outside that you go through and if you don’t have the key you’re fucked) and Colby finds him? Maybe hypothermia for Jason?

The first day of the new semester is dedicated to working out kinks.  Jason knows that.  He doesn’t expect to receive any homework as he waltzes around campus, every class releasing early after a casual overview of the syllabus.  

One benefit of being a halfway through his junior year is the lighter schedule.  He’s only on campus twice a week now, but, as he’s quickly learning, the aforementioned lightness is subjective.  Tuesdays and Thursdays have him running from seminar to lecture to lab from 8 in the morning to 5 at night.  And those are start times.  It’s well past 7 when he finally trudges back to his car to drive home.  

“Flop day, my ass,” Jason mutters, turning on the radio and scanning until he finds something that isn’t a commercial.  He’d been irrationally proud of himself this morning, learning before the school day even commenced.  When I’m a teacher, he’d written across the top of the first page of a fresh spiral notebook, don’t start coursework on first day.  Set expectations.  Expect schedule changes.  Then he’d missed the professor’s introduction because he was too busy beating himself up over the two iterations of the word “expect” so close together.  

Jason can’t believe how tired he is.  Some of it is misinformation, his brain attempting to process his surroundings and doing it badly.  It’s barely past the dinner hour, but dark enough to be midnight.  He may not have any reading to do when he gets home, but he’s still been gone for more than 8 hours.  Exhaustion is a natural response, even if it isn’t helpful or expected.  

A flutter of panic runs through his stomach as he thinks of what’s in store for him tomorrow.  He’s starting his first run of student teaching, meeting his mentor and the principal of the local high school bright and early tomorrow morning.  Will he be able to get enough sleep?  It’s so late…

No, he reminds himself.  It’s not.  The car clock says it’s 7:26.  Twelve hours before he has to be somewhere again.  Twelve hours, what a relief.  Or should he be thinking only 12 hours?  Is that really enough time?  Does he have a shirt to wear that isn’t horribly wrinkled?  There’s enough time to iron, isn’t there?  Do they even have an iron?

And so it goes.  For almost half an hour.  Traffic is stop-and-go, a mix of late commuters and folks on their way to and from the smattering of restaurants ringing the campus.  Jason thinks about stopping to pick up something to eat, but he lacks the motivation to even pull into a drive-thru.  He’ll have to watch that.  make sure it doesn’t become a habit.

Eventually Jason reaches the parking lot of the apartment complex.  He pulls his Corolla besides Mike’s frosty Rav-4, proof that she’s been home for hours already.  If only he could count on her to cook dinner.  He laughs to himself, wishing Colby was the one who got off mid-afternoon.  But alas, his partner is stuck in the awkward phase of proving himself and working long shifts in between the holiday and regular retail seasons, while his stubborn sister is inside, probably reading with headphones on and oblivious to Jason’s imminent arrival.  Jason shakes his head.  At least Mike doesn’t take up much space.

He slings his bag over his shoulder and runs toward the building, skidding slightly on the ice around the edges of the lot.  He swipes the RFID fob on his keyring across the sensor situated on the other side of the glass door.  Jason doesn’t hear the requisite beep, but he assumes his chattering teeth have just drowned out the soft sound.  He hadn’t thought he’d need gloves and a hat when the only time he’d be spending outside would be spent walking briskly, but he wishes he had them now.  He reaches for the door handle and yanks, but it stays resolutely shut.

“The hell?” Jason mutters.  He swipes his keyring again, listening closely.  Again he hears only silence.  “Hm.”  He cups his hands around his eyes like binoculars and looks through the glass, trying to find the source of the problem.  It’s hard to see in the dark, but the kiosk with the sensor seems to be glowing with its usual pinprick of orange light.  

Jason swipes a third time, looking and listening this time.  Still nothing.  He gives the door a good smack with the pinky side of his fist.  The warm brightness shakes, and the jagged edges of something papery tremble into existence.  A leaf or a gum wrapper or something, trapped between the glass and the sensor, perfectly positioned to interrupt whatever invisible means the key fob uses to communicate with the kiosk.  

“Ugh.  Fuck.”  Jason smacks the door again, then stupidly pulls on the handle.  Hitting it won’t unlock it, he knows.  But the situation is frustrating.  Jason looses a few more choice words, then slowly pulls in a deep breath.  He blows out a cloud of steam.

There is a simple solution, though it’s mortifying.  Jason digs in his pocket for his phone to call Mike and ask to be let in.  He feels like a dog scratching at the door.  He taps his phone’s dark screen, but nothing happens.  At first he wonders if his mind is playing tricks again, since the door just pulled the same one, but then the realization hits him and his stomach turns to a bucket of ice.  He ran out of battery before stepping into his last class.  

It’s his own fault for leaving his headphones plugged in with Pandora streaming for an entire class period.  Jason tells himself he’ll carry a charger with him at all times from now on, but it does nothing to fix the current problem.  “God fucking dammit, Mike!” he yells, pacing back and forth in front of the door.  “Decide to go check the mail or something!”  

But she won’t.  Jason knows she won’t.  Mike is… lazy is the wrong word, but Jason’s shivering seems to be interrupting his thoughts with sharp spikes like those produced by a seismograph.  Sparing.  That’s more accurate.  If something isn’t her problem, she’ won’t volunteer to make it her problem.  Once she’s safely in the apartment for the night, there’s little chance Mike will step out of her bedroom, let alone the front door.  

They originally chose this complex for its safety features, but now Jason hates them.  The 10-foot brick wall surrounding the grid of row houses is too steep to scale, and if he tries, he’ll only mangle his fingers.  He imagines drops of blood running down his palms and freezing before they hit the ground.  Jason feels faintly nauseated.  If he pukes, that will probably freeze, too.  At least his stomach is empty.  

He wonders vaguely how long it takes to starve to death.  Then how long it takes to die of exposure.  If he gets back in his car, he might be warmer, but he’ll have to run the engine to run the heater.  Jason’s gas tank is rarely over half full, and today topping up was another activity on the list to do later.  Plus, people are more likely to see him up here by the door.  Someone will come in or out soon.  

It’s still early.  Right?  Jason checks his watch.  It’s almost 8.  Time for… what do they watch on Tuesdays?  He’s too cold.  He can’t think.  He bounces on the balls of his feet, vocalizing indistinctly and listening to his pitch change as it bounces off the glass and echoes back at him.

“What the hell are you doing?” a muffled voice asks.

Jason spins around to see a tall, slender figure, almost unrecognizable under a hat, scarf, and shabby parka.

“Ohmygod.” Jason feels faint with relief.  He trips toward Colby, unintentionally tackling him and sending him ass-first onto the pavement.  

“Whoa, ok.”  Colby says, his voice halfway between amused and concerned.  “Good to see you too.”  He clasps Jason’s hands between his mittens.  “What’cha doing out here?  Besides trying to give me a concussion”

“Freezing to death,” Jason breathes, burying his nose in Colby’s shoulder.

“You lose your keys or something?  Did you walk here?”  Colby looks around wildly.

“No,” Jason says, trying to determine if it’s worth it to explain.  His brain gets hung up halfway through.  “Did you walk here?”

“Nah, Gil dropped me off halfway down the block,” Colby says.  He uses his thumb to stroke Jason’s red nose.  “Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?  Since when are you worried about me before you’re worried about you?  Not that, like, that’s a bad thing.  It’s just a ‘you’ thing.”

“Sheesh.”  Jason tries to roll his eyes, but he feels faint again.  

“Here, let’s go inside.”  Colby starts to pull him up.

“No, you gotta, um, you gotta…”  Jason can’t stop stuttering.  “You gotta call Mike.”

“Why?”  Colby looks at him like he’s gone nuts.

“Don’t ask.  Long story.”  It’s not actually that long, but Jason shakes his head anyway.  “Just do it.”

“Ok?”  Colby takes off one mitten and pulls his phone out of his coat pocket.  “But I get the full explanation later, right?”

“Yeah,” Jason agrees without thinking.  “But call her fast.  I’m fucking cold.”

“You know, I would have never guessed,” Colby laughs as he dials and holds the device to his ear.

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the librarian - pjm au

➯ pairing: reader x park jimin

➯ genre/summary: angst & romance. “if it weren’t for mrs. seymour assigning your class the novel romeo & juliet; you’d probably have never met park jimin.”

➯ word count: [ 2160 ] 

ch.two [soon] ➯  masterlist

a/n: not sure if this will be a series or not but if i should continue or even if you like this, feedback is really appreciated.

The buildings around your high school are cozy and convenient which you couldn't be more thankful for and even though everything seems nice like your mother previously explained over a million times, you weren't convinced if moving to a whole new city would fix the problems that you're trying to escape.

"Now where's the library around here? these textbooks aren't going to rent themselves." A hint of annoyance evident in your tone, waving your phone around for better signal in hopes to get your directions to stop freezing up, but luckily for you, the storefront appears in front of your eyes.

"Park's Book Store" Is spelled out in big white letters, the paint chipping off but still decent enough against the brick wall and drop light bulbs, a feeling of warmth spread throughout your chest as you entered, taking in the sight of all the books cascading the shelves; different shapes and sizes, different adventures, romance, mystery, fantasy, horror but sadly you're here for none of those reasons. The book that brought you here today was boring and didn't appeal to your interest one bit. Romeo and Juliet.  Sure, most people love this novel but you, you couldn't understand how someone could actually enjoy this tale of star-crossed lovers who made stupid choices and all, for one thing, love.

Four words, four words that spelled backward meaning evil, well evol to be more accurate yet still how could anyone think love was blissful? in your opinion, all love does is build up false hope, it isn't the feeling of waking up, fresh coffee in the morning, going star gazing, or when your heart beats rapidly whenever the person you're so in love with is in a five mile radius of you; love does one thing and one thing only, it makes you feel dizzy as if you're on a never-ending rollercoaster begging to get off and although in the beginning, it seems like fun and games but once it stops, but once the person who decides they don't love you anymore, when he stops giving a preview of a future of you and him and suddenly it's him and her the girl he's leaving you for, but he never said that, too afraid to hurt you more than he already has.

"Um, are you okay?" There's a guy in front of you now, interrupting thoughts of your previous lover, he's bringing you back to reality, and now you're slightly embarrassed because you did it again; you let him invade your mind all over again but thanks to this stranger whose name tag reads, "Jimin," brought you back, reminding you of why you even left your bedroom, in search of an over-romanticized novel.

"Actually, yeah, I'm great." He looks at you unsure before reaching out and grazing your forehead with his fingertips, you merely flinch from his touch as it brings back memories.

"Well you definitely don't feel warm, so I'm assuming you're here for a book? Because if not then the mental hospital is miles from here." A chuckle leaves his lips which cause you to roll your eyes. "I'm here for a book that I'd rather not read but —'' before you can finish he's walking away gesturing you to follow. "So what's the name of this book you'd rather not read for some reason?"

"It's Romeo & Juliet." You say with a tone of disgust in your voice, his brows furrow at your comment. Romeo & Juliet in Jimin's opinion is a beautiful story, it's not his favorite love story but it's definitely up there, even though at times the book was a nuisance & repetitive but he remembers his senior year of high school, and reading the book along with many others was always enjoyable, why you didn't like it draws him in. "What's wrong with Romeo & Juliet?" He asks sounding offended which makes you wanna laugh.

"Please, tell me you don't actually like the book? It's completely built on false hope." Jimin can't believe his ears when he hears you say that the expression on his face only makes you want to continue but he beats you to it, "I don't just like the book, I like the storyline, the characters, their twisted fate my gosh haven't you ever been in love before?" He sighed after a few minutes of silence have passed.

You turn to look at him and he's looking at all the different books, searching for yours, "No I haven't and I couldn't be happier." You say snatching the book from his hands and making your way to the checkout desk.

"Aren't you a little young to be working at a library anyway?"

Jimin smiles while placing your book in the checkout machine, "This is my dad's library and It really helps to pay for college books, and since I'm such a sucker for books, it isn't all that bad." He looks nostalgically at all of the books, something in his glance is sad, but the ringing of your cell phone pulls you away from asking him if he's alright.

When you glance at your phone, you groan because it's your mother who constantly worries if moving here is affecting you, having a mother who's a counselor was extremely unbearable at times, but you love her even more because of her antics.

Mom ( Sat 1:12 PM ): Honey, are you okay? Did you get lost? Dinner's ready! please come home.

You ( Sat 1:14 PM ):  Hey, you can relax lol. I'm on my way home just needed a book for English.

You laugh before grabbing your phone along with your backpack, saying goodbye to Jimin before he can say something stupid & making you even more stressed than you already are, & if you don't get home as soon as possible your mom will go mental.

"Ah, she's so forgetful." He says holding the copy of Romeo & Juliet in his hands, emphasizing the fact that he knows you'll be back and to Jimin, he isn't really upset about that even though he'd never say that out loud.

The bell rings signifying that someone's here and at first Jimin thinks it's you until his father who was out running errands comes over patting his shoulder, "Who was the girl who ran out of here?" The smirk on his father's face caused Jimin to roll his eyes, "Oh nothing Dad, she's just a girl."

His dad laughs wholeheartedly before going into his office, "If you say so, Son."

The next morning you wake up with a smile on your face just to be yelled at by your mother who's dragging you out of bed almost ripping your arm off in the process, "What the hell Mom?" You half yell trying to regain your voice, she sends you a glare, making the — watch your mouth & that's a dollar in the swear jar. —  look, and yes, even though you're eighteen years old, your mom still has that damn swear jar.

" Honey, you overslept, doesn't your first period start in 5 minutes." She said finally releasing the death grip from around your arm as you rub it trying to soothe the ache before realization dawns on you, you're going to be late, for the first time in your life.

Sprinting to the bathroom down the hall you turn on the shower and shriek once the cold water hits your warm skin, you can hear your mom yelling  about how she'll be waiting in the car but all you can focus on is the fact that you're going to be late and your anxiety feels like it's bubbling over. It's the first official day of senior year and it's already turning out to be a disaster, what could possibly be worse? It's already bad enough that you're the new girl who suddenly transferred the last year of high school and to make matters worse, you have no friends to confide in, all your old friends aren't answering you — who knows why? They probably still blame you for the way you acted when he broke up with you.

They tried being there for you in every shape and form but all you did was push them all away, you wished that out of all your friends that Taehyung would be the most understanding, but sometimes even childhood best friends can be clueless. It used to be the two of you against the world but it been a month since you last saw him let alone spoken to him, it's almost as if he never existed.

But how could you blame him? You were terrible to him, terrible to everyone, and even worse on yourself because even though that jerk broke your heart into several pieces scattered around your old hometown Busan Korea. Once you feel the water's gone cold and your mother's car horn beeping loudly, you want to sit in the shower and let the water muffle your loud crying, everyone said it would be okay even your mom who's skilled in the field of emotions couldn't help but what they didn't understand was it isn't the breakup that hurts; it's the memories that come with after it. Waking up and checking your phone for the  —  I didn't mean what I said last night, Please forgive me. A message that isn't there, you feel like you're starting your life all over again but this time you're not in love, you're lost.

You hadn't heard your mother's footsteps as you saw you wrapped in the towel, hyperventilating, you didn't see the look on her face and for the first time in 18 years, she had no clue what to do, she can help all her other patients but that's the thing, you aren't a patient, you're her daughter, the biggest mystery on this planet.

" Y/N...Would you like to stay home today, and just start tomorrow? " She asked cautiously, oh how she wished your father was here but life isn't about getting everything we want, sadly.

You kept your eyes trained on the tile floors while she turned off the shower, you couldn't let him continue to get to you and that's why you walk back into your room and start putting on your bra and underwear; glancing at your phone as it reads 8:15 homeroom has started, and if you rush, hopefully, you can make it to first period, English & Literature. Throwing on a white short sleeved t-shirt and a pair of black jeans with a few rips here and there, you slip on a pair of converse and meet your mom downstairs with her head in her hands, worry eating her up.

Forcing a smile on your lips, you tap her shoulder and say, "I'm ready to go to school." She sees the determination in your eyes and places a kiss on your forehead as you walk to the car.

It takes you approximately 15 minutes to get to school, and you're grabbing your late slip from the front office on your way to Mrs. Seymour's class passing her your note while trying to avoid the glances and comments of students around you. "Nice of you to show up Y/N." She smiles gently at you as you take the empty seat near the window.

You glance around the class trying to decipher through the different people in your class, one kid is throwing papers at the back of some girls head obviously trying to get her to turn around but she's too preoccupied with what Mrs. Seymour taking attendance and once her name — Seulgi, is called she's turning around to glare at the boy who you've now found out is Jeon Jeongguk, and is mouthing something along the lines of — if you don't stop, I'll kill you, before turning back in her seat as Jeongguk just smiles at her.

"Good Morning Class, I'm your English & Literature teacher, Mrs. Seymour and the first thing on our agenda is that we will all take out our copy's of Romeo & Juliet and turn to act one."

Reaching into your bag feeling relieved that already picked up your copy, but once you start feeling around in your backpack, your eyes widen in fear because it isn't  there and you can't even remember if you brought it home, the urge to scream is crawling up your throat but Mrs. Seymour walking through the aisles, placing her copy on your desk whispering, "Give that to me after class."

You can feel the weight on your shoulders somewhat loose but the stares only intensify along with a few mean comments as a few from the rows behind you isn't what you're focusing on — all you can focus on right now is the fact that you have to see Park Jimin and listen to him mock you into your grave, if only you'd stayed home like you mother suggested.