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chaoticneutralwriter · 5 years

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16; Going Up?

In which you recall that one time you were trapped in an elevator with Yoongi and you bond over jello shooters and Eminem (and other American rap artists)

idol!Jimin x staff!reader ft. the origins of bestie!Yoongi

genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life

word count: 8.4k

A/N: I feel like I’ve neglected this AU and its sort of ‘story building’ 😅😅😅 So in this AU’s episode, we get something of an origin story that kinda...falls under a filler....ahhh sorry but it was definitely an idea/episode that I had in mind for this AU XD Note; this takes place still in the early stages MC crushing on Jimin

Some Time Ago

It creeps up on you before you can stifle it.

A monstrous yawn erupts from you and almost tears your mouth wide open from the intensity of it, so much so that you decided not to stop the gargling groan that follows afterwards (not like you think you could anyways). Oh well, you thought, the office is near empty and there’s hardly anyone around and if they were, they’d be plugged into their monitor too busy to care how unlady-like that was of you.

You throw your hands up in a big stretch, hearing your joints crack here and there. You slump back in your seat once you’re satisfied in working out the kinks and stiffness of your limbs, tired. Your eyes drift towards the digital clock on your computer screen and you nearly bash your head against the desk at what you saw; 2:30AM. You should long be at home by now, in bed, asleep. But no, it was one of those nights — the ones where there’s a mountain of things to be done and despite going at it for more than eight hours long, you feel like you hadn’t even made a dent in it.

Running a hand through your hair, you lean back against your desk chair until your gaze is up towards the ceiling, feeling yourself slowly fall into the pit of dissociating. You would think going through one comeback would be enough to harden and prepare you for the ones to come after, but you work for BigHit Ent. and that meant that they just love to keep you on your toes. You wanted to cry when they had announced that the date had been moved forward — earlier than what was planned because apparently it was possible to do so.

They weren’t wrong about it, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t internally dislike it the entire way. Schedules are moved, deadlines are shifted and your perfectly organized plan of getting stuff done on time is thrown out the window and with it, your sleep.

Such is the life of one who works in the entertainment industry. It’s not as glamorous when you’re behind the scenes, even more so when you think about whom you’re working with too.

You honestly lost track of how many times you’ve heard from friends and family alike that you were extremely lucky to be working with arguably the biggest K-pop group in the world. Though you do agree that you are indeed lucky, it’s by no means because you get to see them every day — that is far from the truth. What many don’t understand is that the boys are shipped around on the daily with their own schedules, packed to the very last millisecond that you think they’re not even in the country half of the time, let alone have ever stepped foot in the office for more than a day.

And even if they do, at least four of the seven of them would be holed up in their respective studios. That’s why seeing them around the office has become more of a paranormal activity event; you never quite believe your own eyes when you see what you think might be Namjoon slinking into the kitchenette area to grab a coffee.

You blink hard, willing away the cloud of drowsiness to overtake and blur your vision; you have so much work to do still.

Your mouth tugs down into a cartoonishly deep frown as you inwardly sob; you have so much work to do still…!

So like the responsible adult you are, you straighten up, stand and then proceed to walk to the communal kitchenette. Hey, you’ve been seated for over five hours, your ass is sore and if you’re going to be sitting for another three or four, you deserve a pick-me up.

Your heels clack against the tiled floor as you make your way, the sound echoing more now that the building is near empty. It’s a little unnerving but the bright decor and well-lit halls made it better. As you push open the door, the motion sensor lights trigger to reveal the spacious room designated for a small lounging area, a fridge, a sink, some counter space and of course, the assortment of electronics to make hot beverages.

You stare at your options but not in a way where you’re trying to decide whether you wanted to have tea or coffee. It’s more like you’re a Sim and your command got cancelled and now you’re just standing there, staring vacantly with a buffering symbol above your head. God, you need sleep.

Your eyes inadvertently drift to the long, black sofa that’s two steps away from you. Its plush cushion are inviting but you know that if you lie down now, you’re not gonna get up again. The reality of the thought saddens you. Reluctantly, you drag your longing gaze away and back on the matter at hand: to make coffee or tea? Or perhaps….

You shuffle to the fridge and pull it open, scanning the contents to find…nothing. Just a handful of water bottles, a half empty bottle of coke and three cans of energy drink. A heavy sigh leaves your lips but what did you expect. The thought crosses your mind; maybe you should do a convenience store run? Not the healthiest option you know, however, 1) you need an energy boost and 2) it’s like your mind had just slipped a hint to you that you probably need to take a walk and the prospect of snacks is a way to motivate you to do it.

Decisions, decisions….

Why is adulting so hard?

With another sigh, you turn to head back to your cubicle to grab your purse and coat before you decide to change your mind. There’s a slight chill in the air when you step outside of the office building, making you stuff your hands in your pockets and hunch up your shoulders but you don’t dwell on it too long. You were determined to make quick work on this trip as you set your course with fast strides. You make it to the 24-hour convenience store in half the time Naver said it would take.

You browse around the different sections, taking in the assortments of candies, snacks, and lunch packs. You grab a couple of Hi-Chews, bags of chips and two kimbap triangles before making your way over to the drinks. You stand for a few seconds, eyes scanning over the selection before ultimately settling on a vanilla latte carton (two because you know you’re gonna need it). When you’ve just about pulled yourself away from the verge of splurging any more, your feet stops short at the cash register. The vibrant red-topped lid of a decent sized plastic jug catches your attention, eyes zeroing in on the large bright letters that adorn the wrap around it; lychee jelly fruit bites.

You inwardly groan — the mere sight of them drudges up nostalgic memories of your childhood gobbling those down and when you got older, you’ve been blessed with the knowledge that popping these babies into the freezer and taking them out just enough to let them thaw gave you the sweetest, satisfying balance of texture and taste anyone could ask for; especially during hot summer days.

Ah, fuck it. Your hand is grasping the handle of the lid before you realize it. Now you’re done your food raid. The cashier rings you up, thankful that he’s a little too out of sorts (no doubt from the late shift) to judge you for your childish and deplorable food choices. You head on you way after a small nod and thanks, plastic bags of goodies clutched in hand, only to scowl a little when the doors slide open to reveal a slight drizzle had started. You carelessly throw your hood over your head though it does nothing but flops over your eyes, making it hard for you to see.

You huff in annoyance but proceed to power walk down the street towards the office again. There’s hardly anyone out so late at night anyways, especially now with this weather so you make it back with no trouble (though damper than you would have liked). You shake your hood off, cringing when you feel raindrops splatter across the floor and your face and attempt to smooth out your hair, which has started to curl thanks to the added moisture.

You trek your way back towards the elevator, hitting the button and as you wait, you fuss more with your hair until you ultimately give up on it (it’s 3am, who’s gonna be here to witness this disaster?)

The elevator arrives and you slip into the lift as the door parts. As you press the close button, a shadow-like mass rushes forward and nearly causes you to actually pee yourself. You visibly jump — violently, to the point where you jostle your bag and jar of jellies loudly. You gather yourself, senses on high alert and eyes frantically zero in on this intruder to assess if they were a threat or not but before you throw yourself into a panic, a deep grumbling tone stops you.

“Ah, my apologies.”

It gives you pause because…they sound familiar — this unmistakably male voice that has this gravelly undertone sounds suspiciously like a certain rapper….

Your eyes do a once over on this figure, taking in their own much more damp (was it raining harder? You’re so out of it) black sweat pants, black oversized hoodie, black baseball cap and black face mask that’s currently slightly pulled down to reveal the beginnings of slightly thin lips, pale skin and a button nose….

“Ah….” You only manage to get out in realization because now you’ve put a name to this face and voice. It makes you relax a little, having known now that this is someone who you’re fairly familiar with. But then your mind starts to spazz out with thoughts like ‘you might know him but does he even know you?’, ‘should you say hi? It’s only polite to right?’, ‘oh my God is he actually even standing in front of you right now because you swear he’s supposed to be in another country….’, ‘oh God he’s looking! Say something!’

“Suga…..ssi?”

Wow.

You already feel your face flushing from embarrassment as he peers at you through the brim of his hat, already bracing yourself for an awkward encounter where he doesn’t even kn —

“Y/N-ssi correct?”

Oh wow.

You blink, surprise taking over your face without it meaning to. You definitely did not expect someone like Suga, an A-List celebrity of the biggest boy band in Korea (and very much on the way to being the world) to recognize you, some generic office worker that happens to be in the same company as him. Granted you’ve ‘met’ the members on separate occasions, but only because you had to pass off paperwork, memos and, the super rare chances, running into them in the communal kitchen area. The only recollection of your meeting with the rapper before this moment was actually the time where it was your first day in the office, being completely lost and running into him only to run away from him and then only for him to find you awkwardly doing laps trying to get to where you need to be (he was gracious enough to direct you in the right direction but that did not mean you didn’t want to just jump out the nearest window afterwards).

Thinking back on it now, you suppose that did make for a rather unforgettable impression on a person. You inwardly groan but quickly snap out of your self-loathing when you realize that you’re spacing out.

“Y-Yes!” You wince at the unintentional rise in volume, immediately feeling the heat rising to your cheeks and causing you to clamp down on your mouth. The rapper doesn’t seem to notice or at least, has chosen to not comment on it. Instead, he nods once before pressing the button to the correct floor of the BigHit office space, finally allowing the elevator (which had remained closed but not moving) to start up in its ascent. Silence envelopes the both of you again, and you can’t help but bring your hands together in front of you to fidget nervously with the bag handle, eyes firmly glued to watching the levels climb. For absolutely no reason at all, you get in your head on how awkward this all must be — you feel like you should try to make conversations with Yoongi right now because you both work in the same company but you know next to nothing about him (and you’re pretty sure vice versa). Plus, you’re horrible with small talk; keeping even a simple conversation about the weather is a struggle for you.

But as luck would have it, the universe answers your worries and anxieties…. in the most unconventional way possible.

You’re knocked out of your swirling thoughts of social dilemmas when you hear the constant sounds of the electrical hum decrease, like it was powering down instead of up — immediately followed after with the dimming of the elevator lights. You stop breathing for a split second as you’re suddenly plunged into darkness, only to have your heart lurch up as the lights, as quickly as they had went, jump back to life. Before you could let out a breath of relief, the lift jerks to a stop altogether. Your eyes fly to the digital panel up top, usually displaying the appropriate floor levels but as you register the number, your stomach simultaneously plummets.

The numbers do not match BigHit’s office. Instead, they were one floor below your destination. You wanted to cry — what were the chances?

“Huh…” You hear a chuff of disbelief that reflects your inner feelings coming from beside you. Stiffly, you turn your gaze to the man who seems way too relaxed at the notion that you’re both very likely trapped in an elevator right now. Your gaze shoots to Yoongi briefly, managing to only see his mouth was slightly agape in a curling open-mouthed smile before he says, “Well, isn’t this unbelievable?”

You’re not sure if that’s directed to you or he’s just talking to himself but a grimace makes its way onto your face by the comment nonetheless. You’re pretty sure the both of you had not planned on getting trapped in an elevator tonight but here you are…

You watch as Yoongi pulls out his mobile from his pocket, sliding the lock open with quick and nimble fingers to likely make a call to building management. It prompts you to gather your own wits, and immediately you do the logical thing that anyone trapped an elevator would do; smash the designated panic button.

It gives no indication on whether or not it’s functional however, the soft click the only sound it gives off. You swear its supposed to do something else like…. buzz or beep maybe — wasn’t it supposed to ring the intercom to alert building management? You press it a few times, all of which result in the same, unresponsive manner and it makes your palms start to get a little clammy.

“Is it not working?”

You jerk away at Yoongi’s gravelly tone, wide eyes darting to him. He stares at you questioningly, the slight tilt of his head back allowing you to finally catch a glimpse of his dark, eyes that remind you a lot of a fox…. or a cat.

“I don’t — I don’t know….” You murmur, gaze drifting back to the button in question and you prod at it a few more times to show him what it’s doing instead. “Like, is it supposed to make a noise if it is? Do you think maybe it got short-circuited from the power flux? Maybe…? I don’t know….” Your voice drifts off into a quiet rambling of your thoughts, almost like you’re spiraling into the depths of despair at your situation.

You hear him hum in response, regardless of your indecipherable mumbling. “I tried calling the building management office — no one picked up which means whoever is there must’ve stepped out.”

“…. Oh.”

“I’ll try again later. But for now….” He peers around the small space, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Looks like we’ll be stuck.”

You could only nod, accepting defeat; you figured it could be worse. Absently, you see Yoongi shuffle over to the far corner of the lift, sliding down onto the floor and settling into the nook while pulling out his phone. Watching him get comfortable, it makes you consider doing the same since…. well, there’s not much else to do. So you move on over to the opposite corner, mirroring the rapper. A quiet lull falls over you both as Yoongi preoccupies himself with his phone, leaving you to your own devices — which aren’t much. It’s no surprise that you find yourself also pulling out your mobile from your purse, clicking it awake and you nearly bemoan the sight of the time: 3:26AM.

You don’t know whether to grieve for the loss of work you could’ve got done, the sleep you’re losing out on, or how this is all going to mess up your entire sleep schedule altogether. You’re already getting a headache just thinking about it all. And evidently, that’s not the only thing about you that’s disturbed; your stomach gives off an obnoxiously loud growl. In the small space, the sound seems to reverberate off the walls like you were in an empty cathedral. Your face immediately flushes with heat, teeth instantly gnawing on your bottom lip and you dare not look over to see if Yoongi had heard but you get your answer anyways when you hear his unmistakable low rasp, tinged with concern.

“Did you not eat yet?”

When you glance at him, you find his eyes already looking your way and it makes you redden till the tips of your ears.

“Ah…Um…Yeah I was gonna eat these…” You slightly lift the bag up in your lap but at the gesture, it only makes Yoongi look at you dubiously, an eyebrow no doubt raised even if you can’t see it.

“Did you…. actually eat anything before that?”

Your mouth opens to respond on instinct to say ‘yes’, but then you hesitate because…. did you eat a proper meal before this? You remember you ate…. something but you can’t remember if it was a full meal or some packed lunch from the convenience store meant to make you full and keep you going. You shake your head to rid of the thought and refocus on the actual question Yoongi asked.

“Yeah…. I did. This is just a late….” Late was an understatement, it’s practically morning now and you shouldn’t even be eating. So you correct yourself lamely. “Morning…. snack?”

He blinks, staring silently at you for a moment before a small twinkle of amusement reaches his eyes. He masks it well enough, as he doesn’t pry anymore, instead nodding his head towards your bag. “You should eat then. It must’ve been a while since your last meal.”

You nod shyly but hesitate on his suggestion. It feels weird to be the only one eating in this situation…. like you feel you should be rationing things out or…. maybe you should also offer him something to eat too. Who knows how long you two will be stuck here. The thought makes you involuntarily shudder. Slowly, you pull the bag open and peer into it, spying the kimbap triangles. You take one out but then your eyes wander over to Yoongi again. He’s on his phone, perhaps trying to get in touch with the building management office again. It makes you flounder on what you wanted to do. So awkwardly, you sit and peel away at the wrapper as slowly as you can while still glancing at Yoongi every once in a while like a creep (but you swear you’re not).

He seems to have gotten through (thank god) and after a brief chat; he hangs up and turns to you. You try to act normal, eyes taking on a curious look to mask the fact that you’ve been staring at him for the past few minutes as he updates you.

“Mr. Lee from building management says he’ll get this sorted out as quickly as he can. It might be a while since there’s not many people on hand to help but we should be out within the next hour or so.”

You nod, making an ‘oh’ with your mouth but nevertheless, glad to hear that you won’t be starving yourselves in an elevator lift all day. With nothing more to report, Yoongi begins to slip back to browsing his phone when you decide to shoot your shot.

“Suga-ssi…..” It comes out so softly that you think he won’t hear it. He does though, dark eyes turning to blink at you questioningly. “Would you…like some? I have a lot of stuff in here…” You fiddle with the plastic of the bag as if to make a point. A corner of his mouth tugs up along with the slight crinkle in his eyes but he shakes his head, holding up a hand.

“I’m fine, you should eat.”

You still feel unsure, so you compromise in a last ditch effort. Taking the black plastic bag from your lap, you settle it to the side closest to the rapper, inching it towards the centre of the space between you two. He perks up a little at your action, intrigued so you hastily provide a reason.

“I really do have a lot in here! So if you feel hungry or thirsty, you’re more than welcome to take something since…. well, we really don’t know what an ‘hour or so’ would actually turn into right…?”

“No I’ll be okay, really.” He says while giving you a reassuring smile.

You go to protest but your pounding heart and nerves get the best of you, making you clamp your mouth and worry your bottom lip instead. You give a relenting nod, sitting back to fiddle more with your kimbap triangle wrap with one last defeated mumble.

“If you’re sure….”

You finally take the first bite of the seaweed covered rice ball and nearly moan out at the rich, delicious flavours that burst onto your tongue. If your mother could see you now, she’d be scolding you to the heavens for the amount of convenience store junk food you’ve indulged in the past month but really though, who could resist something that tastes this good? The kimbap is gone in a snap, you having underestimated your hunger and now you find yourself conflicted in whether or not to grab another. No, you tell yourself, you can’t; how embarrassing would that be especially after making a show of offering some to Yoongi?

You’re still undeniably hungry though….

In your midst of debating with yourself, your eyes have strayed over to the red-topped container that’s still resting in front of you, momentarily forgotten. Immediately, you brighten up. Yes, your jello shooters! It might not be the most ideal food to go for next in the face of hunger but you can stave it off with munchies like these. Mind made up, your hand grasps the lid, grip hard as you twist but the plastic doesn’t give as easily as you had thought. Leaving you no choice, you bring the entire jar into your arms to get a better hold at opening it. Your struggles (as discreet as you try to make it) go by unnoticed.

“Are those….jello shooters?”

Your head whips up to Yoongi who stares at you with clear amusement in his eyes. You blush, pausing in your quest to free the jelly goodness.

“…Yes…”

“I haven’t had those in….” He tilts his head in thought, arms crossing as he sucks in air between his teeth. “Nine years…? Maybe more than that; I was very little when I ate those…”

“Yeah…. Same…” Your answer comes out in a mixture of uncertainty and a bit of confusion. “Just…kinda had a craving…and impulse buying.”

Yoongi nods, “I remember the mini ones, with different flavours of fruit in them. The ones that don’t come in that jar.”

“Ah…yeah I know what you’re talking about.”

“My mom would always scold me for eating too much of those. But they were good.”

At this point, you can’t help but feel a bit taken aback by the sudden flow of conversations. You don’t mean to be but this is all quite new to you. On top of not seeing them that often or having any opportunities to work closely with them, you’ve never really talked to any of the boys before unless it was work related. And as much as you are a fan of them before coming to work for the company, you’ve always had this image about them that seems untouchable, like they live in their own little bubble that not just anyone can enter. So you never tried, too intimidated and having no substantial reason to; you’re just an office worker.

But sitting here now, just the two of you, you’re starting to see that the possibility of being friends with one of them is not entirely impossible after all. At least with Yoongi, considering he even remembers your name. It’s enough encouragement for you to relax and engage in the conversation a little.

“…I didn’t really like those….” You reply in tentative honesty. “I prefer these ones instead.”

Yoongi’s attention goes to the jar you still have wrapped up in your arms trying to get the lid off. He’s about seconds away from asking you if you needed help when you finally twist the damn thing off with a loud jostle, nearly sending its contents flying; you catch the few stragglers on your lap.

You let out a huff of air, sheepishly turning back to Yoongi who only smiles at you. You place the extra shooters back into the tub until you have two left in your hands.

“It’s lychee jelly with a coconut cube in the middle.” You gesture to them. Yoongi looks intrigued and to your astonishment, he wordlessly holds out a hand towards you. It catches you off guard for a second before you maneuver the jello shooter in your hand, tossing one to him in an underhand throw. He catches it with ease.

“Ah…” He lets out in recognition. “I know these too.” You watch him peel the seal off and effortlessly suck the sweet treat out of its container. He nods to himself in approval as he chews. “Tasty.”

The comment makes you smile as you begin to peel your own. “Have you tried them when they’re half frozen?”

“These? You can freeze them?” He sounds genuinely amazed.

“Yeah, if you put them in the freezer but take them out to thaw for a bit, they get a nice slushy feel to them. It’s especially good in the summer.” You inform before popping your own in your mouth. Yoongi hums impressed, nodding to himself again as if to take note before casually leaning over to rummage through your appointed communal snack bag. Unknowingly, your smile begins to grow at the sight.

The conversation naturally drifts to reminiscing about snacks you ate as a kid and it’s where Yoongi divulges from you that you’re both the same age, eyes widening at the discovery and even more so when you tell him that your birthdays are within the same month (twelve days apart, with Yoongi being the earliest. He gets a little smug at that). Gradually, you find out that you have a lot in common with the rapper, from being the youngest in your family to having more introvert tendencies. Formalities drop slightly from there; he insists that you can call him by his first name instead of his stage name but the dam really breaks when the topic of music is brought up.

“No way.” Yoongi guffaws. By now you’ve both downed half of the lychee jelly tub, another kimbap triangle and have decided to sip casually at the lattes you’ve bought. At first the rapper wrinkled his nose at the drink, too sweet for his taste but when you tell him that he doesn’t have to drink it (as well as apologizing for not getting an Americano), he ignores you and continues to anyways.

You can’t hide the embarrassed grin on your face. “Yes, I really did listen to 50 cent.”

“No way!” He repeats himself except this time it gets lost in a bout of throaty laughter, his gummy smile making its first appearance. When he calms himself enough, he asks with unabashed expectancy. “Name some of his songs then.”

You don’t hesitate. “In da club, Many Men, Window Shopper, 21 Questions….” The more you list off his songs, the more Yoongi is losing his shit, wheezing and silently laughing until his eyes are disappearing. You get bashful, fidgeting with an empty jello shooter cup in your hand. “What? It was a middle school phase…” You defended weakly.

“No, no, no it’s not that.” Yoongi reassures, wiping the corner of his eyes. “I just didn’t— To be honest you don’t look like someone who would listen to that kind of music; I’m amazed.”

You let out a breath through your nose but take no offence to the comment. Though you’ve outgrown your own hip-hop warrior phase, taking on a more preppy, chic sort of fashion, you admit, you still enjoy those oldies.

“Who else did you listen to? Eminem?” He asks eagerly. You nod at that too, recalling the names of the rapper’s best-hit songs easily.

“Without me, Mockingbird, Lose Yourself, Real Slim Shady….” You tilt your head in thought, trying to think of the other artists you listened to back in middle school. “Listened to a lot of Jay Z, Dre, Ja Rule, Busta Rhymes, Notorious BIG, Bone Thugz N Harmony, T.I….”

“Oh my God….”

“Yeah…. It was— it was quite the phase.”

He’s quietly laughing again, eyes shining through the crinkled crescent shapes they’ve become before breathing out a single, “Wow…”

You give a wry smile, taking a sip from your carton of latte as you try to ignore your burning cheeks. After a moment, Yoongi says, “At least you’ve got good taste.”

“…. Thanks. I guess.” You chuckle. He goes to say something else but there’s an abrupt ringing coming from his phone. Both of your attentions lock in on the device and he casually picks it up to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! WHAT’S THIS THING I HEAR ABOUT YOU BEING STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR?! WHICH ONE?! ARE YOU OKAY?! DID YOU CALL THE BUILDING MANAGEMENT?! ARE THEY —!!”

“Hyung…” Yoongi interrupts Seokjin who’s clearly the person on the other line; yes he’s that loud that you could tell even from where you sat. The rapper shoots you an apologetic look and you nod in understanding before turning away to give him some privacy. You busy yourself with gathering most of the food wrappers and pocketing the small snack packs into your purse, save for your other pack of strawberry Hi-Chews, which you decide to offer to Yoongi instead. The call ends, as there is a shudder in your lift, you leap with a startled yelp as the lights shut off. Before the panic in you can rise to its full metre, they’re on again and they remain stable. You feel the familiar pull of the elevator as you let out a shaky breath of relief. It only lasts a short second, then it stops and the doors chime open, letting you get a glimpse of the familiar office floor for what seems like the first time since forever.

“Sorry about the wait! Are you two alright?” A middle-aged man greets you before you can get a word out first. You can only presume this is Mr. Lee from building management, judging by the uniform he’s wearing as well as the two men beside him being his colleagues. You nod your head, squinting at the harsh lighting. You hear shuffling from beside you and see Yoongi getting up with a slight stumble. He finishes up his call, addressing Mr. Lee with a toothy smile.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Just worn out from the…adventure.”

Mr. Lee smiles, chuckling lightly at his response before gesturing for you both to exit. “The elevator bugged out when the electrical surge happened. All it needed was a power reset; it should be working fine but we just want to make sure so we’ll be doing maintenance on it. So if you please exit the elevator, we’ll be putting it out of order now.”

“Ah yes, of course.” You reply, shuffling to gather your things to stand. A hand reaches out for you and glancing up, you find its Yoongi. You smile, taking his larger hand to let him pull you up — except it’s not a smooth pull upwards as you had thought. Yoongi tugs and you try push yourself up at the same time to let the momentum carry you but all it results in is the two of you nearly toppling each other over. A grunt escapes you as you try to muscle through the numbness your leg has taken on from falling asleep, hearing a few joint crack here and there, followed by Yoongi who lets out a choked, straining noise from the back of his throat. You try very hard to hold back the wheezing laugh threatening to escape you as well; this whole thing makes it sound like you’re both well into your nineties instead of being born in the nineties.

With a sheepish bow, you bid the maintenance crew goodbye as you and Yoongi make your way back to the main hallways of the offices, while you’re sure he’ll be heading back to his studio.

“You should go home to rest for the day, come back when you’re better rested in the afternoon.” You hear his drawl. He’s right, you think, even if you’re certain that the both of you are no strangers to pulling all nighters, it doesn’t make it any less healthy and for the most part, you do try to avoid it if you so can help it. His concern makes you smile back at him.

“Yeah, that sounds like something I should do. But I don’t know…. I had a lot of work to get done still, the comeback being so close and all….”

“You should at least freshen up and try to get two or three hours of sleep still.” He admonishes gently, stopping in his tracks at a fork in the hallway. It makes you stop as well from continuing forward where your cubicle is. “Otherwise, you’ll burn yourself out before you know it.”

Says the man who practically lives in his studio, you chide silently at him but you digress. Instead you choose to give him a rather loaded look that clearly conveys your thoughts that he should practice what he preaches. He picks up on it, the corner of his mouth tugging and he crosses his arms with a shift of his weight on one leg.

“I have a couch to nap on in my studio and all my essential toiletries are there too so I’m covered.”

You let out a small snort — you honestly don’t doubt that so that means he’s got you beat. Still, you’re just as stubborn as they come and you personally don’t even know if your reporting manager will allow you that half day (yes, even when you have the legit reason of being trapped in an elevator for two hours after already staying past ‘working hours’. When there’s work to be done, it needs to get done).

“I don’t know if my manager will allow me a half day.” You bring up but Yoongi brushes it off with ease, shaking his head.

“I’ll let them know about it, don’t worry. You just worry about resting enough to come back.”

You sigh heavily, head falling back at his tenaciousness. It seems like you’ve met your match, even though you find it very sweet of him to care about your well being (while disregarding his own). If this was Min Yoongi’s tactic to wear you down and get you to agree with him, then it’s clearly working because you’re starting to feel the fatigue creep up on you, slowly but surely the longer you stand passive-aggressively arguing with each other in the middle of the hallway. Coincidentally enough too, you see the beginning rays of the sunrise peeking through the window at the end of the hall over Yoongi’s shoulder.

As if sensing your waning strength, Yoongi gets the last word in, “I hate to say this, but I’ve been here longer than you have so that technically makes me your sunbae.”

And that really does leave no room left for argument. So with much reluctance, you acquiesce, slumping your shoulders in defeat.

“…. Fine.”

He gives a satisfied nod, turning his body to head of in the direction of his studio. “Good. Enjoy your rest, I’ll see you around okay?” He begins to saunter off but you call out to him again.

“Wait!”

The rapper stops, tilting his head. You take the time to draw out the Hi-Chew pack you saved, tossing it to him. It arches nicely in the air, allowing him to catch it with ease.

“I hope you can get some rest too.” You say sincerely. “You’ve worked hard.”

He smirks but doesn’t say anything, only raising the candy pack you gave him in thanks before turning around and walking off again, head bobbing to the rhythm of the distinct waddle he has. You shake your head, finding yourself not being surprised of his enigmatic answer but you trust that he’ll know when to stop and take a breath when he needs to.

Alone in the empty hallway, you resume your trek back to your desk, gather your things and leave a sticky note explaining as best you can why you won’t be present until well into the afternoon. Deep down, you’re still a little doubtful that you’ll get the slide from your manager but the need for a power nap and a quick shower wins out; you’ll take the chances.

By the time it hits 2:30pm, you’ve arrived back at the office, refreshed and ready to work with, surprisingly, not a single peep of complaint sent your way. You smile to yourself in both disbelief but glad to know that you might have a start of a great friendship.

Some Time Later

“Hey loser, I bought you lamb skewers.”

You let out a huff of air as you turn to eye the white takeout bag being placed on the island counter. Glancing upwards, you raise an eyebrow to the deliverer of the savoury treat.

“It’s like….” You pause, your eyes flit to the clock for a second. “2AM. Isn’t it a little late for lamb skewers?”

“Never late for lamb skewers.” The rapper grins, already untying the knot on the plastic. “And I just managed to catch the owner before they were closing too so these are still hot.”

As the knot comes undone, the succulent smell of marinated, grilled meat wafts into the air and reflexively, you swallow, already salivating. You hate that he’s right and the late night munchies in you rears its gluttonous head. Placing your mug of milk tea down, you eagerly watch as Yoongi pulls out the foam box, packs of sauce and pickled radish sides.

“Want some iced coffee?” You ask. He hums in reply and you set to work on getting a cup and the Nespresso going. After replacing the pod and pushing the button, you let the machine run its course, turning back around to already see Yoongi with a skewer in hand taking his first bite. He nods to himself, clearly happy.

“So how’d the recording go?” You go to ask as you pick up a skewer to take a bite. Yoongi lets out a grumble in reply and you incline your head, urging him to elaborate on his grievance.

“It went well, but it wore me out. I couldn’t get the pronunciation right on this one line so I did around twenty take for it.”

“Wow… That sounds brutal.” You grimace.

 “Yeah…. But it turned out good.” He says around stuffed cheeks, tearing open the pickled radish pack and popping one in with a satisfying crunch.

“That’s good. I can’t wait to hear it then.” You praise, tearing off the last chunks of meat from your wooden skewer, turning around to toss it into the trash bin behind you. Grabbing the cup of brewed coffee, you open the fridge to grab a handful of ice cubes to add in before passing it off Yoongi. “You’ve worked hard.”

“Thanks, friend.” He takes the offered cup, exaggerating his smugness as he takes a sip. You roll your eyes but can’t keep the smile from taking over your face. As you go to close the freezer door, you gasp.

“Oh! My jellos.”

“What?”

You pull out the familiar plastic jar of lychee jello shooters, that are now, for the most part, frozen. You take them out and place them on the counter with the intent to let them thaw a little.

“Wow, I haven’t seen those since that time we were stuck in the elevator.” Yoongi chuckles, mouth wide in a gummy smile as he eyes the container. “You’ve frozen them this time.”

“Yeah, you need to try one of these when they’ve thawed out enough.” You adamantly say, grabbing for another skewer and chowing down some more. By the time you’ve finished the box, the jello shooters have come down to a reasonable density that wasn’t akin to an ice cube. Pulling two out, you give one to Yoongi’s awaiting hand.

“Are they really that good when they’re frozen?” He picks at the seal while simultaneously flicking off the condensation that clings to the small plastic cup.

“I think they have a really nice texture when they’re frozen on the outside but soft on the inside.” You struggle to find a good grip on your own and resort to using your teeth to peel the seal back. After a beat, you jokingly add on, “Like you.”

“Ha. Ha. More like you.”

You grin toothily but manage to successful tug your shooter open. You pull the rest of it off with your finger, wide enough so that you can suck the sweet treat out. The cold stings your tongue briefly before you crush the jello cube and let the slushy lychee melt in your mouth. The flavour mixed in with the coconut chunk inside is delightful and you shiver happily. Across from you, Yoongi smacks his lips, having already devoured his own.

“I can see how this can get addicting…especially in summer.” He says it in a way where he’s completely nonchalant about it but you see him already reaching for another one. You throw you head back in a laugh, disposing your empty cup and doing the same.

“I told you, they’re good right?”

“Maybe you can even put them in drinks, like instead of ice cubes in say, club soda or something.”

“Oh!” The idea strikes you and now your mind runs rampant with all the possibilities that Yoongi has opened. “That’s genius….” You can’t help but whisper.

The comment makes the rapper scoff, “I’m not a genius for nothing.”

“Okay Yoongi….” You reply impassively, popping another jello cube into your mouth, whole. You see Yoongi give you a pointed look at your lacklustre acknowledgement to his ’genius moment’ but before you can begin to placate him teasingly, a soft voice calls out for him.

“Oh hyung…and noona?”

You and Yoongi simultaneously turn to the newcomer, your eyes immediately spotting a mop of blond poking out from a rather large olive coloured hoodie.

“Oh Jimin-ah, you’re still here recording?” Yoongi asks casually, all attention on the vocalist. He just misses the way your eyes widen, shrinking back visibly to conspicuously hide the way you furiously chew the jello cube that’s making your cheek puff out like a hamster on one side — only you underestimate how cold it really is so when you hastily swallow, the rushing sensation of a brain freeze overwhelms you.

“Yeah, I just finished up and heard you in here so I thought I should stop by…”

You’re half paying attention to the conversation, more preoccupied with trying not to die so you don’t really notice that the attention has been shifted to you.

“Yah, Y/N you good?” Yoongi’s the one to ask but his amused smile betrays any concern he has for you. Jimin, on the other hand, is visibly more concerned, eyebrows knitted together with an uncertain hand raised in case he needed to call a medic (bless him).

“Y-Yeah! Just….” You wince, trying to get yourself together and slap on a reassuring smile but it comes out as a grimace. “Brain freeze.”

While your brain may be freezing, your cheeks were absolutely on fire. God, you wanted a black hole to just suck you into the floor right at this moment. Of all people, it had to be Jimin to witness one of your stupider moments. But he just smiles at your poor attempt to brush it off, eyes crinkling slightly in a way where even if he does seem to think you’re weird, you don’t care because you made Park Jimin smile and that’s all that matters.

“I heard there’s a trick you can do to get rid of brain freeze. If I remember right, you press your tongue to the roof of your mouth.” He’s genuinely eager to help ease your discomfort. You blink, not really expecting that sort of trivia but touched nonetheless. You take his advice, also out of curiosity if it would work to find that it does!…S ort of. You might have to try that one out again (in the comforts of your own home and no one to judge you; for science of course).

“…I think it did kinda work.” You smile shyly, feeling the effects of the brain freeze lessen into a more tolerable ache. “Thanks for the tip.”

He beams back, apples of his cheeks rounding out fully in a way where it makes your heart do flips and you become a little awestruck. You swear your cheeks are also heating up too but then again, you had always thought your cheeks were a lot warmer by default throughout this entire exchange to begin with so you guess your cheeks are burning off at this point and you’ll just have to live with —

An obnoxious clearing of the throat interrupts your absurd thinking, eyes whipping to Yoongi who’s got a full on shit-eating grin on his face, gums on full display and a teasing remark you know is ready just at the tip of his tongue. But it doesn’t come as you expect it to, instead choosing to let you stew in the knowledge that he knows that you know what exactly he’s going to say. It’s just as effective because you’re holding yourself back from being a spluttering, blushing mess all the same. The rapper carries on, stretching his arms above his and you go to busy yourself with cleaning up the counter, intent on finding a way to make yourself disappear.

“Well, you should head back home soon Jimin-ah — got a busy day tomorrow too so you should get some sleep.”

“What about you, hyung?” Jimin seems to remind himself of the elder’s presence then, wide smile taken down a notch to be a more bashful one with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. Yoongi lets out a small snort but covers it up with another clearing of his throat.

“I’ve gotta finish something up in my studio so I’ll head home a little later.” He drawls casually, gathering the take-out containers back into the plastic bag to be disposed of.

“Don’t stay up too late hyung. You need to rest too.” Jimin gently chides the rapper, reaching out to take the bag from Yoongi’s hand to throw into the bigger trash bin in the corner of the room.

“Don’t worry I won’t.”

“Noona, are you heading home soon too?”

“H-Huh…?” The question catches you off guard, whipping around to face the two members from having your head in the freezer. You blink as the two stare at you, waiting for your answer. “Oh…I, uh, also have some stuff left to do, but nothing that would take long.”

Jimin’s brows furrow, “Oh, is that so? How will you get home?”

“Umm….Kakao T?”

“Ah…. I see.”

He says this but you can pick up hints of hesitancy in his tone, the way he bites his bottom lip as if he wants to say something but is too afraid to. You pick up on all of this, except you don’t know what to do with it. Does he want to as you a favour? Pass something off to the design coordinat — no that wouldn’t make sense. Maybe you’re just overthinking all of this. In the end, you could only nod awkwardly before the overwhelming need to escape back to your cubicle takes hold of you, suddenly feeling like you’re out of place.

“I should probably go now…” You declare, gesturing with your thumb to the general direction of the offices. “Got work and…stuff.”

“Ah, yeah I’ll see you around then.” Yoongi waves, gulping down the rest of his iced coffee.

“Yeah…Bye noona, thank you for your hard work.” Jimin inclines his head in a sort of half-bow and you return it out of habit, shuffling off with a rapidly beating heart.

It’s once you’re out sight that the elder turns to Jimin and in a very deadpan way says, “You scared her off again.”

The blond turns to Yoongi, incredulous. “H-How? I didn’t do anything!”

Jimin was only met with a vaguely disappointed sigh, Yoongi shaking his head as he looks off into the distant with an overly exaggerated wizened gaze furrowing his brows, bringing up his now empty coffee cup for an imaginary sip for emphasis. “That’s unfortunate…”

“…I think you need to go to sleep hyung….”

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who: @lucachristensen , @littlerileyfitz \

when: sometime in July

where: Tangleton

warnings: there’s emotions and confusion and a long overdue confession

Riley walked towards the grand building her brother was currently working on renovating with a little basket in hand. It contained a rather large turkey sandwich, some homemade sweet potato chips an apple and a few freshly baked cookies Riley had gotten Freya’s help with. Oh and a water, because hydration was key. She was sure Julien was planning on buying lunch from somewhere nearby, but why not bring him a way better on instead? Opening the door to the building, she was quick to find her brother and hand him the basket with a hug and a kiss to his cheek. Sketch book in hand, she’d probably sit around a bit and wait for him to be done to hang out after. But as she turned around to find some place to sit, she was surprised to see Luca behind her, working rather hard on the reconstruction. And of course, for all of thirty seconds she just stared at the boy. Because this? This was absolutely unfair. The tank top, the slight glow of his tanned skin from the sweat he was no doubt producing... and oh, his hair. Their eyes finally met and she was quick to close her mouth, slightly mortified that she had been staring with her mouth open. Shaking away the thoughts, she send him a smile and a wave before approaching. “I didn’t know you were helping my brother out. I would’ve brought you some lunch too. Long day so far?” She wondered, blue eyes quickly taking one more sweep of him. “You look hot- like you’re probably hot! Overheated. It’s really, it’s warm outside. I should know, it’s why I’m only wearing... the dress.” Oh gods the rambling. She had to cut it off before it got bad. “I’m uh, I’m gonna stick around a draw for a while. If you don’t have plans for after your shift, I can show you some great places to cool off. If you want.”

Luca there was something about the simplicity of it all. the way he could lose himself in the physical action of just moving and building. if Luca really had the urge to take a look on the inside himself he would note that even with his frustration during the beginning of the summer. even with every annoyance and the beginning chasm he could feel in his chest when he thought of all the changes that had occurred in his life over the last few months. honestly, just fucking working had probably been the best thing about it all so far. he didn’t think about shit but the task in front. didn’t have the energy to feel like he needed to do something to quench boredom because he simply wasn’t fucking bored. it was sort of - odd and freeing at the same time. as he worked, he didn’t notice Riley at first, not until he heard her surprised words as he moved near. before he could get a word out, she just kept. talking. letting her get it all out, he just tilted his head for a second, scoffing in a soft chuckle before shaking his head. “it isn’t short.” he let out regarding his day while he lifted his tank to wipe some of the sweat from his face, choosing to ignore the way her eyes had traveled over him because yeah, he noticed. guess he couldn’t blame her. a lot of people were attractive around them. practically a fucking reflex. he did that shit too. and it really was fucking hot. “but yeah sure, we can hang out after.” it was almost an absentminded agreement to her thought before he moved back to taking care of what he was doing. he was focused on the work in front of him. there were only a couple hours left to his day and he was ready for it to be finished.

Riley laughed softly at his response, unsure if he was making a small joke or simply answering her question but regardless she found it funny. “I’m sure.” When he lifted his shirt to wipe at his face it took every ounce of self control the blonde had not to look down. There’s no way he was doing this on purpose, she had so many male family members that she knew this was just a motion all boys seemed to pick up through the years. But still it was just rude. So she just focused on his face, and gave him a bright smile when he agreed to hanging out after he was done. “Okay great. Just find me when you’re finished.” As he went back to his work she turned swiftly and once she was far enough away she let out a deep breathe, her cheeks growing a bit redder but she could just blame that in the heat. Finding a nice sitting area near julien, so she could talk with him while she drew, she opened her sketch book. Originally Riley had planned to try to draw the building, the straight lines and depth would help her gain some practice, but upon seeing the number of workers in the room all in different positions, she decided her usual quick outline of them all would be better. She always could use more practice with the human form, especially males. And when they were in unusual positions or in movement, it was even better. Taking a long sip of the water she had brought with her, she got to work, quickly forgetting about trivial things like boys and the weather and instead focusing on her sketch pad in front of her. Luca for a time, he just list his mind in the work. he didn't talk to the others too much besides offering a few suggestions or discussing things about the job. it wasn't too friendly but they weren't stand offish. apparently having one of their princes get you the job was enough for them to trust you. at least enough trust to work with him without a complaint. Luca had to admit, it was an interesting experience. Riley's brother didn't really get involved in the extreme heavy lifting but he was paying attention. speaking to the masons and the others for hours along with them all. had been there since they had all gotten started since sun raise. fucking weird. his observations were made while he worked until suddenly he wasn't working anymore and reaching for his ratty black tshirt that was more dark grey out of age. running a hand through his hair, he took a long drink of water before offering a smile head nod to the guys he had been toiling in the manual labor with before looking for Riley. it looked like she hadn't moved. her hands still moving over the sketch book with the afternoon sun as her light. clearing his throat lowly he just looked at her. "ready when you are." finally moved over his lips. "just as long as i can grab something to eat along the way. i'm fucking starving."

Riley had been on a roll, such a roll that she didn’t even realize the day had come to a close and Luca was ready to go. Hearing him clear his throat, the blonde looked up from her sketch book and turned to him with a smile. “Oh, perfect.” Closing it and tucking the sketch book under her arm, she stood up and joined him, walking towards the door as he spoke. “Yeah, definitely. I was thinking we could go to one of my favorite spots, and there’s a burger shack on the beach we’ll pass, if your up for that. But they have more than burgers. Hot dogs. Sandwiches. Really, really good homemade chips. And ice cream.” The girl had always stopped by the shack when leaving the beach and picked herself up a scoop of fresh strawberry. Passing by the long board she had ridden here, Riley figured she could leave it and just walk with Luca towards the cliffs. If anything send Julien a text and ask him to bring it home with him. “So how are you enjoying the work? And Tangleton? Better than Arendelle I hope.” Luca burgers sounded fucking perfect. even the fruit salad did if he was going to add on a little extra something but even with making pretty good money, he was careful with it. nodding his head in agreement to her plan, Luca just began to walk next to her silently. "mmm," was all he offered at her question at first. his silence still permeating the air between but this time it was in thought. honestly, Arendelle hadn't been the worst. or more like it could have been worse. he found a job or two. ignored Elsa and she ignored him mostly. ignored her idiot cousin. he supposed in the cousin's defense, he thought most people were idiots but if he had to pick a place, it would be Tangeton. it was a place he had been in before. a place he had faces he recognized and didn't totally hate. shit being able to finally see Aurèlie again was great. even seeing Riley was good. people he could stand. sure, he ended up meeting some grandparents from his mother's side and to be honest, it left a strange taste in his mouth. a heaviness in his limbs but a lightness in his mind. everyday he just got a little more confused about it. "i would probably pick Tangleton if i was choosing between the two." he finally offered up as he pushed his long hair behind his ear. "the beach is nicer. the company is better and at least the job is something -," he paused for a second on his next words. how could he explained it? it left him tired. it left him relaxed. he had never how to do mason work before but despite their initial apprehension they were teaching him. Luca couldn't describe how it made him feel but it was - "it's better anyway. i can say that much and your brother isn't a complete idiot. Julien anyway."

Riley of course a wide smile made its way across Riley’s lips as he spoke. She loved her home, it was her favorite place in the world and she loved it when other people enjoyed it as well. Plus, she knew from their talks earlier in their vacation Luca hadn’t really been having a good time in Arendelle, and she wanted to make sure that Tangleton was different. She just wanted him to have a good summer, everyone deserves that. The blonde let out a dry laugh as he semi compliment her brother. “Julien isn’t an idiot, he’s brilliant. He is so passionate about this project, it’s amazing to see it all come to life. And I’m sure he appreciates all the help you’re giving, even if you’re being paid to be here.” Steering them towards the beach she often found herself at when in this part of town, she suddenly realized the dig he had sent towards her other brother. “Elijah isn’t an idiot either.” Both of her brothers were very smart actually, the two definitely left some big shoes to fill. As they finally made their way to the beach, she motioned to the shack. “Food first or after? Are you like dying to get in the water?” She was, but if Luca was in need of food she had no problem eating first. After all, he was the one who had been doing manual labor all day long.

Luca definitely passionate. he had to say the other Fitzherbert seemed to care about the whole town so, that was probably a good thing. "yeah," was all he had to offer towards her addition about her one brother. it wasn't like he was not agreeing with her. still, that didn't stop him from smirking slightly when Riley noticed the dig he sent to one brother. that particular twin still left a bad taste in his mouth. stupid enough to pick someone other than Aurèlie was still the definition of stupid in his book. even if Luca didn't hate Lucy most days. he was still an idiot. "we can have different opinions on that one." he tossed up with a shrug, something good natured in his tone when he looked at her before moving his eyes to look at the the beach they had finally reached in their time speaking and walking. yes he was hungry but suddenly the thought of loosing himself in the water was a little too tempting. "i'll take the water first," he finally stated as he eyed the horizon before looking towards Riley again. "lead the way."

Riley she snorted, shaking her head at him. “Okay, whatever.” The way he delivered the line she knew there wasn’t much she could say to sway his opinion. And it was fine, she knew she couldn’t make everyone like everyone. Especially everyone like her family. “Perfect! Follow me” she announced, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him along with her, excitement in her voice as she led them away from the beach and towards the rocky terrain behind it. She was sure Luca had been expecting to just take a dip in the ocean, but she was going to take him to the cliffs. It was such an adrenaline rush and Riley was pretty sure she could go cliff diving for hours. She was also pretty confident that Luca was enjoy this part. “So aside from getting a job with my brother, anything new? I feel like we haven’t talked that much, which is weird considering you’re literally living down the hall. But that’s on me.” There were a lot of people coming in and out of her home lately, a lot of people she had to split her attention between. Especially with the fact that Baron had been in town for a week, she spent all those days with him. She was going to make an effort to really spend time with her friends. Especially while they were so close during this summer.

Luca he didn't fight her when she pulled him along. instead he picked up the pace a little bit, willing himself to not think about the fact that he didn't instantly pull away at her touch. over the last few months he had gotten, better about dealing with people touching him. still, it was something he mind never forgot to noticed. instead of dwelling on it, Luca slowly began to take in the fact that they were walking towards rocky terrain. suddenly his interest was piqued. "we both know it was on me." which was just a fact. if he could avoid talking to most people on most days that would be his preference. he didn't like to fill silences with words. didn't want to talk about how he still wasn't sure what he would do with his life. didn't have any answers he thought he had maybe been finding. don't even fucking get him started on trying to decipher feelings he had been slowly learning were just fucking lurking under all of his rage. it was so god damn exhausting. "other than that, nothing new. just living i guess." he added with a slight shrug. he didn't need to get into the fact that he had a conversation with Ranger. didn't really matter and he sure as shit didn't want to bring up the family stuff because, no. "getting a tan and i have time to write so, there is that. "

Riley “We can share the blame.” Sure Luca wasn’t one for conversing, she had learned that early on. But that didn’t mean the two still couldn’t just hang out together, maybe while Luca wrote and Riley painted. A comfort between each other. The blonde needed to learn to get better at allowing comfortable silences, instead of trying to fill it with conversation that may not be necessary. Looking back at him, she took in his appearance once more. He had mentioned he tan, it was he best time to subtly gawk. “It suits you.” Of course she’d argue that tans just looked good on everyone. As the altitude began to grow and the sand turned into dry grass and dirt, Riley knew they were close. And as she saw the cliffs before her, varying heights depending on how brave you were feeling, she held her arms out wide. “Ta da! Hope you’re not scared of heights.” Looking our towards the water, a giddy sensation filled her. “We’ve got 15ft as the smallest, next is 23ft and the highest over here is 30ft.” Pouring farther down the path, she spoke. “And if you’re feeling really daring I think one goes up to 45ft. Any preference?”

Luca He didn't add any sort of verbal confirmation to agree that they were both at fault but he did give her a nod. Luca huffed out a barely there laugh when she mentioned the tan looking good on him. He sort had the feeling they looked good on most people. His thoughts were pulled out of him when they stopped and Riley spread her arms wide. He would be lying if the 45ft cliff didn't sound the most tempting. "I'm thinking 45." He started with a smirk curving the corner of his lips. It had been too long since he could feel the taste of adrenaline. "Go big or go home. We both know i sure as shit don't wanna be going back to anywhere someone would think was my home so...." he let his words trail off as he reached for his shirts and pulled them over his head without even thinking about it and tossed it to the side. "Ready to show me how it's done?"

Riley That smirk on his lips told her she had done a good job. He was clearly excited for the prospect of cliff jumping and she couldn’t blame him. It was the best. “Sounds like we’re going big then.” She stated, walking over towards the cliff that was the highest, one she had only jumped off a number of times. She wasn’t scared of heights, but looking over the ledge always caused her stomach to flip. “Be prepared to be amazed.” She joked, stepping back a good few feet and letting the loose sun dress pool around her ankles to expose the bikini underneath. They’d come get their clothes later, she’d left them here plenty of times. “Three, two... ONE!” And without fear the blonde ran towards the edge, jumping at the last minute, a loud cheer leaving her lips as she fell through the air. Making sure to point her toes when she got to the bottom, the blonde embraced the cool water fully before coming to the surface. Looking back at Luca, it was hard to imagine she had just jumped from that height. “YOUR TURN!” Luca there was a thrill of excitement that struck up his spine. like the feel of electricity, it lingered in his bones when it spread to his lips, his very finger tips. for what seemed like months, he had either been feeling too much or too little. an empty maw between his mind and his body or it was so filled to the brim that he thought he would drown in it. but the excitement was different. the precursor to a rush of adrenaline. Luca didn’t try to stop the smile that took overtook his lips when he watched her jump. his limbs carrying him to the edge to watch as she reached the bottom. nothing but water to break Riley’s fall. the moment he heard the echoing call out to have him jump next, he was already backing up to take a running jump. for a brief moment it was like a free fall. he didn’t care how deep the water was. didn’t give two shits as the water washed over him, swallowing him down for just a moment. the urge to stay below the surface was strong but the urge to breathe was stronger. breaking the surface, Luca flipped his hair out of his face. he could feel the grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth when he spotted Riley and swam in her direction. “okay yeah.” came out a little breathlessly as he looked up to the cliff, salt water in eyes that barely offered pain, before looking back at her. “that was worth an it.” a laugh danced off his tongue when he spoke before nodding along to himself “and I am ready to fucking do it again.”

Riley watched as he jumped off the cliff and fell into the water, what looked to be a smile on his face the whole time. She wasn’t completely sure because he was kind of far away, but she liked to think this was something he enjoyed. Based on his previous reaction to the cliff diving, she was going to take the leap and say he was having fun. When Luca popped out of the water and swam towards her, she hung to swim towards him to meet him halfway. Looking backing up at he large cliff they had just jumped from, she turned back to him in surprised when she heard a laugh leave his lips. Blue eyes took in his features, the clear excitement on his face. He’s beautiful. she couldn’t help but think, getting pulled away from anything overly gushy when he said he wanted to do it again. “Okay well, let’s go. We can climb the wall back up.” She wasn’t sure if someone has made the foot holes in the wall to making getting back to the top of the cliff easier, or if it was just a natural occurrence. “I’ll watch, actually. I just want to float for a bit. You go.” She told him, moving into a back float position.

Luca eyeing her for a moment, he nodded in an easy form of agreement before swimming a way towards the rock wall. taking note where he could see the potential foot holes, he wasted no time in making his way back up. the burn in his muscles more pleasing then he could describe when he finally got back up to the top. running his hand through his hair, Luca pushed it from his face as he looked back down at the water below. again a smile pulled at his lips, that thrum of excitement still running through his veins. if given the chance he was pretty sure he would just keep jumping and climbing over and over again. taking a few more steps back then the first time, he wanted a good running start, he run towards the edge and flung himself off. it took no time to meet the water again. feel the rush of the wind against him as he slide between the softly lapping waves like fucking butter. it nearly stung his skin but maybe that was the best part of it all. swimming towards Riley again, he didn't say anything at first, a smile still tugging on his lips as he sat there for a moment. feeling the movement of the water. quiet. a buzz of a thrill still on his skin. after a few beats of his heart he finally let out a chuckle that was a shadow of a sigh but there was no exasperation in his. "thank you." he was sure if she would understand. it didn't matter. he was thankful for the moment.

Riley She couldn't stop the giggle that left her lips as she swam off towards the cliff. One eye open and squinting under the hot sun as she watched him climb. This was a good idea, this was something he needed. She knew him well enough to know he had probably been getting antsy. She was sure this was just the kind of adrenaline rush he needed. He took no time jumping off the cliff again. It's like when you're playing with a child and throwing them in the air, and it's freeing and slightly terrifying but they can't do anything other than laugh and say again, again. Once he came back up for air, and began to swam back to her, she moved so she was treading the water again, a warm, genuine smile slipping on her lips as he thanked her. She knew he meant it. "You're welcome. And now you know where it is. You know, if you ever need to just jump off a cliff into some water." She was pretty positive he'd be back. "Do you want to keep going or is it time for food?" Maybe it had been the adrenaline rush or just the hot sun beating down on her, but even Riley was starting to get hungry.

Luca the thought of being able to come back whenever he needed to fling his damn self off a fucking cliff was tantalizing. it was something he could absolutely see himself taking advantage of it. but the urge to climb again and go for another round of it was lost on him the moment she mentioned food cause yeah, he was fucking hungry. "food. definitely food." his lips twitched in a small smile before he let himself begin to swim towards the cliff. normally he would just swim to the shore but i figured he could enjoy himself one more time by at least climbing up. not to mention his shirt was up there and he only owned so many. the warmth of worked muscles was followed by the pleasing burn as he made his way to the top, noting that Riley had come along with him. reaching for his shirt, he didn't waste time putting it on, instead he slipped it into his back pocket, allowing to to hang out as he turned to look at his companion. "so i heard there were burgers that are good." his voice low but still calm. "lead that way before i resort to fucking cannibalism. since you're the only person i could eat. might be a little uncomfortable."

Riley "Mmm I had a hunch." She muttered, letting him lead the way out of the water. She normally swam to the beach from here, and let the sun warm her so that when she found her way back to her clothes on the cliff, she wasn't drenched, but she felt kind of rude just disappearing on him. So she followed him up the side of the cliff. This was one of the first times she had jumped off this summer, so her arms were definitely burning by the time she made it to the top. Letting out a soft sigh, she flipped all her hair to one side and began to squeeze as much water out of it as possible. She loved having long hair, but it was thick, and it held a lot of water. She was in the middle of that when she heard Luca's voice, pausing for a second before looking at him and letting out an awkward chuckle. She knew how he meant it, but she couldn't help her brain from thinking of his words in a different way. "They're good, I promise. No need to eat me." Gods, she was an absolute imbicel. Sighing and shaking her head, she finally grabbed her sundress and pulled it on, the fabric sticking to her body almost immediately due to her damp skin. It wasn't a feeling she loved, but something she was used to. In an attempt to break the awkwardness she felt, the blonde sent him a bright smile before saying, "race you!" And taking off down the cliff as fast as she could, bare feet be damned

Luca whatever he was expecting, it wasn't to be challenged just after her got his ragged shirt over his body. but that didn't stop Luca from running after her. his limbs burning as they made their way down. barely managing to escape the wayward branch and rocks as they got closer to the bottom. by the end he could feel his breath clinging to his lungs violently as he let out a quick laugh. "not what i was expecting." he admitted easily as he stood there to catch his breath for a moment. offering her a small smirk, he nodded his head in the direction he figured she was heading and followed her lead. whatever filler conversation they had was mostly background noise as they made their way. before he knew it there was fresh food in his hands and he was sitting down, waiting for her to sit with him. "i can tell this shit is gonna be good." he offered between them as he eyed the delicious looking burger in front of him. Luca's limbs still burned but at that point it was more a satisfying dull ache. his favorite. "this place was a good call."

Riley He might not have been expecting her to challenge him with a race down the hill, but a part of her wasn't expecting him to actually join her. Luca often, still even this far into knowing him, seemed far away from her. Like he was holding back, and even though she had no problem running down a giant hill, she wouldn't have been surprised if he just shrugged and leisurely made his way down behind her. Him following her in full force, it just felt fun. Playful. Like she didn't have to second guess herself of their interactions for once. And it had her smiling brightly as they walked towards the burger shack, chatting about anything that seemed to come to mind. "It's good, trust me. I know all the spots in Tangleton." She murmured, taking a bite of the basket of fries she had order for herself. The two sat in silence for a bit while they ate, her eyes flickering between Luca and the water. Today had been nice, relaxing. Actually, spending time with him in Tangleton had been the most fun, and carefree, and it had definitely just made those somewhat dormant feelings grow. Deciding it was time pussy up, the blonde took the opportunity to speak. "Not to get too deep here or anything... but I feel like I owe you an explanation for how I acted this year. Or, spring semester, specifically." She looked up at his dark eyes to gauge his reaction before continuing.

Luca the silence was oddly comforting. the sound of the beach near them as the water lapped at the shore. the taste of something insanely delicious on his tongue. yeah, he could get used to it. quietly he smiled to himself as he took his time eating. for once in months feeling an odd sort of contentment. before the summer, Luca was fucking lost. for the first time in his life he had contemplated a future only to realize what he thought it would be wasn't meant for him. in the long run, he understood. but that didn't make the pain of it any less. still, fucking Arendell and then Tangleton seemed to do him good. the exhaustion from working and the odd feeling of... building something was strange but.. a good sort of strange. Riley's words pulled him from his thoughts as he eyed her for a moment. truthfully he had been curious but he wasn't 100% he really cared or more importantly totally wanted to hear about something from spring but still... he of all people understood what it was like to finally s a y something that had been taunting him internally. "just so you know, you don't owe me anything but okay." he offered softly. his turned his attention to her after he wiped his hands on his jeans. if she was going to talk, he was willing to listen. "ready when you are."

Riley She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, a soft smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "No, I do." Maybe he'd understand a bit more when she was done. Sighing, she sat up a little straighter and looked him in the eyes as she spoke. "Remember that night I came to your room and asked you to model for my art? And Aurèlie was there? That wasn't actually... why I was there. I had gotten drunk and had this false sense of confidence and decided it was finally time for me to come out" deep breath, "and tell you that I had feelings for you. But I saw Aurèlie and figured everything out and I couldn't, I couldn't say anything." She played with the ends of her hair, a slightly nervous tick she had gained over the years. "At some point between Halloween and then, I realized I liked you. And I kept it in. Especially after all of that. But it was really hard to be around you two. Because you're my best friends and I wanted you two to be happy, but those feelings didn't go away. And it was a constant tug and pull. I had to act like everything was normal. I wanted to be happy for you, but it was so hard because... I wanted to be the one you looked at like that. And I felt awful for thinking that. So it was just easy to distance myself, at least in the beginning. I was able to deal with it towards the end," the end of the relationship. "It's why things started to go back to normal, at least for me. And I'm sure you're wondering why I'm telling you all of this. But I told Aurèlie, and I need to tell you. Aside from the fact that you guys deserve to know the truth, I've been keeping all of this in for months and I just need it to be out in the open."

Luca almost like the sounds left the area around them, his mind focused on the words. there was a part of him. a part that could recall how they were before everything. before halloween. before all of it. when he danced with her on the dance floor at that ball that was almost over a year ago. that part of him, wasn't surprised. the part that was kissed when she was dressed in costume wasn't thrown for a loop but the rest of him. the rest of him didn't have a word to say as she continued. Riley just kept talking. laying it all out on the line when all Luca wanted to do was get up and walk away. step away from the table and way from what she was putting in front of him. resisting the urge to do just that, he stayed. he stayed and waited for her to finish. kept his comments to himself as he waited and swallowed down the jaw clench he could feel building in his bones. people were allowed to have feelings right? he had a shit ton.. even if they usually defaulted to rage rather than confusion. when she finished. when she ended what she had and there was a silence.. he ran a hand through his hair as he let out a breath he hand't known he had been holding. "thanks for letting me know." he started in a lame attempted to keep his crueler words at bay. she didn't deserve to hear them. no matter how he thought it was bullshit. sure, her getting it out in the open helped her. but what the fuck did it do for him but put something on him he didn't fucking want. still, she didn't deserve that. "but Riley -," he continued as he shook his head. "i can't." there wasn't a waver or doubt to his tone. he seriously just couldn't. "you don't know me. not enough."

Riley She could see all the emotions running through him, all the thoughts he was having and the mental decisions he was making. As the silence crept between them, the blonde instantly regretted having told him. Why did she do that? Why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut and let it go? It had been a good day, and here she had gone and ruined it. His jaw clench, his hands ran through his hair. She didn't know what to expect from him. She wondered if he'd just nod and go back to his food. Or maybe he'd just get up and go swim in the water and not say a word. He wouldn't scream, or shout, right? That was extreme. There was no reason for that. Or so she hoped. And then he spoke, and her brows were literally furrowing because how was that his response? She didn't think that's where this would go. "I don't know everything about you, but I know a good amount. And I know myself." I know that my feelings are serious. I know how I feel when I'm around you. I know I tried to get over it and I couldn't. She couldn't say those things, that's not what this was about. "But... this isn't about how I feel. I'm not expecting anything from you. I just couldn't keep it in anymore. And that might make me selfish but..." but shouldn't she be allowed to be? Once in her life. The girl who gives everyone everything, she needed to do something for herself for once. "I'm sorry if this makes things weird, I'm just - I'm sorry."

Luca selfish. that was a word wasn't it. narcissistic. egotistical. self centered. none of those were words he would usually describe the blonde in front of him as but that seething part of him wanted to to. smear the word across her skin the same way she tossed her love on him but it was a small part. the rest of him was just, empty. "don't be sorry." was softly stated as he pulled himself out of whatever dark mental hole he wanted to claw into and focus on her instead. "you're allowed to feel what ever you feel." a previous conversation with Aurèlie urged him on. one of the many other times she told him his feelings were valid even if extreme. maybe her's weren't extreme but still. "i just - don't." it wasn't completely true. he did have a special space in his heart for the girl. it was an obvious fact with him even wanting to snarl like a wounded animal.. he didn't. still, it wouldn't be like what she wanted. whatever she had cooking in her dreamy little head. he wasn't a prince and sure as shit had no interest in being. Luca knew he could dwell. he could wallow in this empty rage and simmer in darkness but for once he didn't want that. for a little bit things were finally looking up and he wanted something else. "but if it is good enough we can still be friends. i don't have a lot of those so it would fucking suck to lose you as one."

Riley Of course she was going to be sorry. Because she was a people pleaser, she didn't want to inconvenience anyone, and she could tell this was a lot for him to take in. But she didn't say that, she kept it in. She needed to stop trying to do everything in hopes of pleasing other. She needed to allow herself to be put first, at least once or twice. And that was echoed by his words. She was allowed to feel whatever she felt. A nod, partially to him, but mostly to herself. A confirmation of sorts. And that mantra, it was mentally sent right back towards him. She wasn't expecting a declaration of love from him. She knew it was a long shot, him returning those feelings, and she had told herself this enough that his response wasn't as hard to swallow as it once might have been. It still hurt, but, but she could deal with it. She could move on. So she sent him a smile, a slightly sad one, but a smile none the less. Because she'd rather have him in her life then not at all. "Of course it's good enough. I really do value this friendship." Suddenly feeling awkward, because this was a big confession and she now had to process the fact that he in fact did not return the feelings, the blonde abruptly stood up, grabbing the empty tray of fries to throw out. "I'm probably gonna go back in the water," it was still hot outside. "Join me when you're done, if you want."

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Dragons are awesome! And Jack loves em too so I have an idea. A Jack x reader (maybe s/o) where the reader can both fully and partially shapeshift into a dragon thanks to a magic necklace she has. Jack doesn't know the necklace is responsible and one day when she's not wearing it he tries it on cause it's cool looking and ends up accidentally changing either fully or partially into a dragon. The reader ends up having to show him the ropes since the getting the ability to shapeshift is permanent.

Oh wOWZA okay so I may have gone a bit overboard with this. I managed to write this in a DAY cause bless Monster Energy.

But I hope ya’ll enjoy the story~!! I really did have fun writing this one ^^

“Shit, shit, shit. Where the hell did I put that damn thing?!”After nearly tearing apart your entire room, you let out a huff of annoyance and fell back onto your messy bed, gazing up at the ceiling. “Okay, okay..just relax [y/n],” you put a hand to your slightly sweating forehead. “It’ll probably turn up eventually…you can’t lose sight of a glowing piece of jewelry that easy.”The “glowing piece of jewelry” in question was a necklace with a dragon claw gripping a colorful crystal ball that swirled with magic. However, that was not the only thing it did:It granted you the power to shapeshift either fully or partially into an actual dragon. It was something that had been passed down by your family, from generation-to-generation. After wearing it enough times the ability to shapeshift became permanent and you would no longer have to keep it on you all the time.So in a sense you didn’t really need it anymore. But because you had no one to give it to, you were responsible for guarding it and ensuring that something so sacred didn’t fall into the wrong hands.And here you were, thinking about how you were officially and utterly screwed for losing it.Now your mind began to race with thoughts, such as the possibility of Anti having it. Oh Heaven forbid. Who knows what sort of destruction he could cause with that kind of power at his disposal?No matter what, you had to get that necklace back..even if it killed you.You sat up with a sigh, deciding to go interrogate each and every one of the egos.But as you stood up from your bed, however, you suddenly heard loud, running footsteps outside your room. Confused, you quickly went over to your door and opened it, glancing down the hallway and blinking in surprise as you saw the door to Jack’s recording room slam shut.‘Hmm..I think I just might have found the culprit.’ And so you went to investigate.……“Jack?” You gently opened the door, stepping inside and shutting it.The moment you did that was the moment you heard the sound of quiet, muffled crying.Looking over you could see Jack curled up in the furthest corner of the room, facing the wall with his hood drawn over his head. There couldn’t be any reason he’d be in that sort of position unless he was hiding something.And you knew for sure what it was.However before you could yell at him for taking your necklace, you first had to calm him down. The poor guy looked like he was scared out of his mind, which would make sense as he did not know of its magical properties whatsoever.“Jack? It’s me.”The Irishman fell completely silent for a moment, before he trembled slightly and curled up, trying to make himself seem small. “N-Nope..Jack isn’t h-here,” he mumbled. “Jack’s visiting Shametown for a little while…”Normally you’d chuckle at that joke, but this was a serious matter. “What happened?” You pressed, walking closer and sitting down behind him. “You can tell me.” Setting a hand on his back, you could feel several sharp spines underneath his clothing.“I-I..think…Marvin did somethin’ to me. I don’t know what b-but…I don’t want you to-”“It’s fine, dude,” you reassured him, moving your hand to his shoulder and trying to get a glimpse at his face, but he ducked his head between his arms quickly.You sighed softly, returning to your original position. “Jack, listen..I’m not gonna laugh or scream at you. Just take off the hood and look at me…please?”“….y-you promise?”“Yes. I promise.”“Alright..here goes nothin’..” With a shaky sigh, Jack finally turned around to face you, pulling down his hood and raising his head up. Your eyes widened in surprise as you took in his half-dragon appearance:On the side of his face, trailing all the way down his neck, were shiny, light green scales. They weren’t exactly plates, as the skin only appeared to look like them. His eyes glowed slightly blue as well. In addition, a pair of sleek, black horns pointing backwards had grown on his head. His hands and feet had turned into green dragon claws with sharp nails. And finally, you could see his tail that was wrapped around his waist, tipped with a diamond shape.You were always interested in what people looked like in their half-dragon forms, because not all of them looked the same. They’d often have different-colored scales, different places where said scales would be, and various types of horns and tails. Very rarely, though, would they have wings. Nobody you knew has acquired them after their first transformation.Then you noticed that, lo and behold, he was wearing your sacred necklace, which was now swirling with blue, green, and brown colors. Another thing was that the ball would change colors that reflect the wearer’s favorites.As you gazed at him, Jack shifted uncomfortably, craning his neck and raising a claw with the intention to scratch it. But you gently grabbed both of his hands before he could do so, causing him to blink with surprise and confusion. “Don’t scratch. It only irritates the scales,” you told him, setting his hands down in your lap.“Wh-What?” He muttered. “How..did you know-?”“Because this isn’t Marvin’s doing. It’s my necklace you have right there that turned you into this.”Gawking slightly, he stared down at the pendant, before glancing back up at you, his mouth agape. “Holy shit…really?!!”“It sounds crazy, but it’s true,” you chuckled. “It holds a sacred power that allows my family and I to shapeshift into either a half-dragon, as you are now, or a fully-fledged dragon.”“W-Wow…I…had no idea. I just thought this was a badass necklace.”“And so you took it from me.” A slight frown appeared on your face as you let go of his hands. “Where did you find-?”“I-I found it lying around,” Jack explained, holding the pendant carefully and watching the swirling colors. “I had no idea this was yours…and I definitely didn’t know it could turn me into…this…..I’m really sorry [y/n].” He looked back up at you with a guilty expression. “I should’ve known better than to-”“I’ll forgive you, Jack.” You sighed, giving him a reassuring smile. “I should’ve probably told you about it beforehand. But I’m just glad that Anti didn’t get a hold of it.”“Better me than him, right?” He chuckled lightly, before he traced a claw along his spiny tail. “So..is this, like, a permanent thing?”“Since you donned the necklace…yes.”His breath hitched as he snapped his head up, panic and fear evident in his eyes.“But,” you said calmly. “You won’t stay this way forever. You’ll have the ability to shapeshift between a human, a half-dragon, and a dragon permanently. Now it’s just a matter of learning how to do that until you don’t need to wear the necklace anymore…which I can easily help you with.”After hearing your words, he relaxed and sighed in relief, leaning back against the wall. “Oh..alright. But..I gotta say that’s pretty fuckin’ awesome.” He grinned, staring at his claws with childish joy now. “I can become a goddamn dragon!! This is like somethin’ out of a fantasy novel!”You smiled a bit, glad to see the light return to his eyes.“But..I..don’t know if I’m a fan of this..hybrid-thing,” Jack muttered, looking up at you as his smile faltered. “You know I kinda..freaked out when I first saw my face and-”“That’s why you ran and hid in here?”He simply nodded in response.“Ah, that’s understandable,” you reassured him. “Don’t worry. I’m not a fan of it either. Nobody in my family really was. I’m more than happy to show you how to become a fully-fledged dragon if you’d like.”Once more, he nodded, although the look on his face told you that he seemed uncertain about something.“If you’re worried about your mind going “feral” as they say..it won’t. Your humanity won’t go anywhere. The only thing is you won’t be able to communicate in words, depending on which type you turn into. But should that happen you’ll eventually gain the ability to speak telepathically to compensate….does that make sense?““Yeeaah..” Jack muttered, still sounding unsure, but he sighed in defeat. Seeing as you knew more about this than he did, he was willing to trust every word you spoke. “So could you teach me how to turn into a dragon now?”You blinked in surprise, glancing around the room with uncertainty. “In here?”“Why not?”“Because, like I said before, we don’t know what type you’ll turn into.” Standing up, you rolled up your sleeves and looked at his equipment. “How about we move some stuff around?”“Sure thing!” He sprang to his feet with eagerness.And with that, the two of you got to work.……………“Okay so…you’ll have to think about what form you wanna become. And when you do just touch the little crystal ball.”“…and that’s all?”“Pretty much. How about we start small and you can try turning human?”“Alrighty.” Jack did some stretches and craned his neck, as though he was getting ready to do a workout video. “I’ll try to think of nothin’ but that.”You stood back and watched carefully.After a few, long moments, he took a deep breath and tapped the ball on the necklace, closing his eyes. Instantly, the entire necklace glowed a bright green, the energy soon spreading throughout his entire body, which made him growl and fall to his knees.Of course, you may have forgotten to mention he’d feel a small pinch when shapeshifting for the first time.Then a bright flash was emitted, causing you to shield your eyes so you didn’t go blind.Once the light receded, however, your jaw dropped in shock as Jack had turned not into a human…but a green Wyvern with brown splotches.“O-Oh wow..” You breathed, stepping forward and gazing up in awe at the creature.Miraculously he wasn’t big enough to hit the ceiling, instead being at medium-size, which made you glad that nothing was broken while he transformed.Jack looked at both of his wings, before glancing down at you, flapping them happily as his tail swayed. “I’m impressed, Jack,” you chuckled, although you frowned slightly. “But..I told you to focus on becoming a human.”His lips curled down into a frown as well and he crouched down in front of you, placing the tiny claws that were fused to his wings on the ground to steady himself. You simply sighed and shook your head. “I guess you were too excited about being a dragon, huh?”He nodded in response, chirping happily.Walking up to him, you grinned and gently rubbed his snout. “Well, this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone successfully transform after only wearing the necklace for a day…so I’ll let you off the hook. Can you open your mouth for me please?”Jack complied with your request and opened his jaw, allowing you to see his sharp teeth. The fangs were tipped with yellow-green. “Ah. So you’re a poisonous-type and a Wyvern. That’s an extremely rare combination,” you mused, taking a step back. “Alright. You can turn back if you want to.”Nodding once again, he closed his eyes and tapped the crystal ball again.And just like that he was back to his normal, human form.Before you could say anything, he ran over and hugged you tightly. It caught you off-guard for a moment, but then you smiled and hugged him back. “You did amazing, Jack. You seem to really love your dragon form”“I do so much!” He pulled away, grinning like a dork as he bounced with joy. “This is probably the coolest fuckin’ thing that ever happened to me!”But then he abruptly stopped and looked at you, chuckling nervously. “..w-well..I mean this wasn’t suppose to happen in the first place really..s-since I stole this necklace..but-”“Ah, don’t worry about it,” you patted his shoulder. “Just consider your wish to be a badass dragon granted, my friend~”

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