#jehan's design is so silly

[deathanddogs]

Translation:

Jehan: "Revolution without the guillotine", how I've longed to hear that phrase!

Jehan: Had you been there for the French Revolution, the great poet André Chénier would not have been decapitated

Jehan: I wished to convey that splendor, so I wrote a poem.

Jehan: It is called "The Poppy: Blooming in the Snow"

Grantaire: You are all like the sons of the French Revolution

Grantaire: The rights of the people, the Republic, democracy, civilization, progress, religion, revolution

Grantaire: What's the point of such things?

Grantaire: There are other things to learn: The best coffee is to be had at the Cafe Lemblin, a wonderful chicken dish to be had at Mother Sauget's

Grantaire: Good lasses at the Ermitage on the Boulevard du Maine, that sort of thing.

Courfeyrac: Then why did you follow me?

Grantaire: ...ah... I don't know either

Grantaire: ....... hello~

Grantaire: My apologies for the mess

Grantaire: Forgive me, I am Grantaire

Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras.

He had need of Enjolras.

That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it,

and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him.

[art-o-gant]

some silly little drawings

[vfdarkness]

Script: Voicemail - A Typeface for Horror

[[Dr. Ryder’s Voicemail Message Plays]]

[[Beep]]

Caller:

Hello, Dr. Ryder. I’ve always wanted a reason to call into your show, or at least leave you a voicemail. Alas, my life is hopelessly mundane. Or at least it was until recently... 

 I’ve had two major passions throughout my life. Professionally, I work as a typeface designer. Over the years, I’ve had the pleasure of creating dozens of new fonts. Mostly these have been for commission by publishers across the world. My other great passion is for horror stories.

I’m not a writer, but a mere reader of terrifying tales. Maybe that’s why it’d never occurred to me until a few years ago to combine these passions. Why is there not a typeface for horror?

 I do not mean something kitsch like blood dripping from letters or whatever silly “spooky” fonts are used by Halloween stores. I mean there should be a typeface that, when looked at, evokes fear in the reader. Regardless of what’s written. And when a horror story uses said typeface, then it should drive the reader to cower in fear. To have nightmares for weeks. To be haunted by what they’ve read.

You might be thinking, “Dear God, this typeface designer thinks awfully highly of his profession.” And perhaps I am a bit pompous. But please let me make my case.

 Studies have shown that people associate different emotions with various fonts. Font choice manipulates you in ways you might not be aware. It tells you what emotion to feel before you’ve read a single letter. Comic Sans makes people feel happy. It also comes across as immature. Trajan might be the most commonly used font on movie posters. It’s serifed. It looks old, traditional, serious. The movie poster for Titanic used it. Imagine if they’d chosen Comic Sans instead.

 Maybe now you understand my quest better. It’s proven that different fonts evoke an emotional response. Fear is an emotion. I want you to feel an even deeper fear when you read a horror story in a particular typeface. A logical, worthwhile goal, is it not?

 I called this hypothetical typeface Farboshia. An homage to Marcus Fillebrown and The Cartography of Shadows - the supposed memoir of a lost cartographer’s travels through a shadowy otherworld that haunts America. Where black stars hang in the sky, a kingdom has fallen to ruins in the east, and an endless sprawling forest strangles the west. I know you, Dr. Ryder, claim the tale is true, but I always took the book for a work of fiction. I mean, the stories in it are impossible, are they not? I used to think so... 

 Over the years, I made multiple attempts at crafting Farboshia from thin air. All were unsuccessful. They yielded new typefaces. However none terrified me. I became so frustrated by these setbacks, I nearly gave up my quest. But I asked myself: What would Garamond, that Patron Saint of Type Designers, do?

 I don’t know the answer to that question, but by asking it I found another sort of answer. I looked to the past. I researched - had any typeface designers previously attempted anything like this? I didn’t anticipate finding a satisfactory answer.

 I’m happy to tell you I was mistaken. One of my brethren did go down a similar path.

 I will not bore you with the details of what lengths I went to to unearth his story, but it is as follows:

Jehan de Veelu was a 16th century French type designer, punchcutter, and publisher. He was responsible for designing a typeface and publishing an edition of the Vulgate that Pope Urban the VIII praised as, “How God himself meant for us to view His Holy Words.”

 Veelu received a generous stipend from The Church to continue printing his editions of the Vulgate. 

For years he lived an idyllic life. Until his wife and son died of sickness.

 Veelu was despondent. He prayed to God to bring his family back. He’d devoted his life to spreading the Word of God. Surely, God would answer his prayers. But God did not.

 So Veelu wrote to the Pope. He begged him to send a saint to perform the miracle of resurrection. But the Pope too denied Veelu’s request - stating that whatever happens on this earth is God’s will.

It was then that Veelu explored a darker path. Somehow he found a copy of The Black Book of Hergest. A work that’s said to contain the ravings of a mad Welsh druid who’d summoned creatures to him from beyond black stars. Creatures who could violate any and all natural laws. Including bringing back the dead. The book was illegal to possess. The Church burned any copy found. And the Inquisition executed all suspected warlocks.

 Veelu was not deterred. And his apprentices were devoted to their master. But he did not wish to devote decades mastering the complex spells contained in the black book. He thought his profession might offer another solution. He would create a typeface. One that would cast the spells off the page when gazed upon - regardless if the person staring at the text could read or not.

 The act itself of seeing the spells written in the typeface Veelu created would be enough to summon whatever beings reside past the black stars, grant them safe passage to our world. And then Veelu could strike a deal with them. To some, Veelu’s quest, from the onset, might sound absurd. Perhaps it was. But he was a typeface designer. And when the only tool one possesses is a hammer. Everything is a nail.

 Only his three apprentices knew his goal. He took his beautiful Vulgate typeface, and created a perverse, unholy sibling from it. Designing it on paper, casting it in iron. He printed various spells from the black book and traveled to nearby villages, asking illiterate beggars to examine the parchments he brought. For years this yielded no results.

 But one winter, after casting a new variant of his typeface and printing one of the spells, something was different. One of his apprentices took the paper from the press and stood there. Enraptured. Something happened. It was not recorded how, but the apprentice died. I believe I know what happened, and I’ll get to that later. But whatever happened was so terrible that one of the two remaining apprentices ran screaming from the workshop into the cold winter night. Veelu did not pursue him - assuming the cold would kill him before he traveled the several miles by foot to town.

The remaining apprentice was fully dedicated to Veelu and his dark quest. They printed a single edition of The Black Book in Veelu’s unholy typeface. Or at least they started to.

 The Inquisition, led by the apprentice who’d ran into the night, came to Veelu’s workshop before they could finish. Veelu and his last loyal apprentice were burned at the stake.

 The partially printed black book was either destroyed or taken to the hidden library beneath the Vatican. Pope Urban VIII ordered the collection of every edition of the Vulgate Veelu created. Nearly all were sealed away beneath the Vatican. Sixty years ago one surfaced at an estate sale. It sold at auction for a higher price than a Gutenberg Bible.

 Because of my reputation in my field, I have many contacts. Some within the Vatican. I asked if Veelu’s edition of the black book still existed, and if I could examine it or one of their copies of his Vulgate. My request was denied.

 I asked every contact I had for anything related to Veelu. Anything at all. I was desperate. Imagine my surprise when a librarian for the special collections at the Newberry Library in Chicago said he could help me.

 The Newberry had a set of Veelu’s punches - the metal type used to print his edition of the Vulgate. They’d been given them by the estate of John Wing - an eccentric Chicago book collector and publisher. The same man who’s estate gave the Newberry a book bound in human skin. Imagine such a treasure hiding right under your nose, doctor. Aren’t you a lifelong resident of the windy city?

 I asked if I could scan the punches to create a digital version of Veelu’s typeface. They had no objection, but I didn’t tell them the rest of my plan - to start with the punches as a base and try to “unholy” them. Since that’s what Veelu himself had done.

 When examining the typeface, I noticed some strange details. The punches looked new. Not in the sense that they’d been recently cast. But not worn down. If these were the punches Veelu used for his Vulgate, they should look more used. I wondered - could these instead be the typeface Veelu created for the black book?

 After I scanned the punches, I was easily able to create a digital version of the typeface. A dark thought entered my mind. I found a digital copy of The Black Book of Hergest (it’s amazing what people put on the internet without a second thought). I printed a spell in Veelu’s typeface. I’m embarrassed to say I did this without staring fully at it. I’ve never been one to believe in magic. But I was cautious.

 I live in a large city. I traveled downtown and wandered until a homeless man approached me. It was night, we were near an alley, and no one was near us. He asked for money. I told him I’d give him twenty dollars if he looked at a piece of paper.

 I handed him the folded paper. He opened it and gazed upon the text. I held my breath.

 Nothing happened. I don’t know what I expected, but I reached into my pocket to pull out the twenty I promised. But then the light shifted. We were downtown. Normally it’s impossible to see the stars there from all the light pollution, but from above us, the stars burned black. 

 The homeless man gazed into my eyes.

 “The candle is lit. Now cast the shadow, '' he said in a language I did not recognize, but understood. His canine teeth grew, piercing through his cheeks. His tongue slid out of his body like a snake and strangled his throat. His arms and leg joints cracked and bent backwards. He fell to the sidewalk. His spine corkscrewed and stretched. When he died minutes later, his body was twisted into a shape none would ever recognize as human. I believe this was the same fate as Veelu’s apprentice who first looked upon the text.

 In a state of shock and sickness, I don’t know how I accomplished what I did next. I pulled his body into the alley and threw it into a dumpster. From my car I retrieved a lighter and set the dumpster on fire. I ran into the night. Black stars, glowing above me.

________

 The next day, all the news said was that someone lit a dumpster on fire with an unrecognizable animal corpse inside. No details of the body. No photos. No detectives came knocking on my door. I was relieved.

My initial goal, of creating a typeface to make horror stories more frightening feels childish now. No, I have a greater purpose. I must finish Veelu’s quest. I’ll print the whole of The Black Book in his unholy typeface. I’ll cast the shadow.

[[Caller Hangs up]]

[feuillyys]

Tbh, what do you think the Les Amemes™ would do for jobs?

(i realized halfway through this that you might have meant for this to be about 100% less serious than it ended up being but)

enjolras becomes a motivational speaker, and it’s something that shocks everyone. he spent a lot of time in college unsure of what he should do that would have the most positive impact on society and on the people in his life, but it all started by accident when he was filmed going off his soapbox and getting emotional and somehow went viral. he becomes really well known for helping inspire people to overcome their temporary situations, for feeling comfortable in their own skin, for coming to terms with and accepting their gender and sexual identities even if no one else does. he gives a TEDtalk once and all his friends make memes out of it but it stays in the top ten most viewed for weeks after it airs. he finds the best way to make an impact is to inspire others to start trying, too.

grantaire is the art teacher at an elementary school. he had a little bit of success selling his own artwork but put it aside when he found out how fun it was to spend day after day with little kids. he found it wasn’t so hard to get up in the mornings when he was doing it for something he loved. (plus he invested in a really good coffee machine. like. a really good one). he loves teaching the young ones because they don’t care about balance or lines or composition, they just want to create and he misses how simple it used to be. he has an entire scrapbook at home filled with every creation he’s ever been given and when he’s feeling particularly low he pulls it out and smiles at all of them and then let’s himself paint for fun, just like them.

courfeyrac spent a lot of his years struggling to decide what he wanted to do with his life. he didn’t decide on purpose to become a teacher, but it seemed like the logical choice as soon as he filled his schedule with education classes. he’s the teacher that everyone loves, eccentric in his fashion tastes and always making the assignments crafts, but his success rate is exceptionally high and he genuinely cares about his students. he teaches them to be kind, and accepting, and helps them come to terms with their passions regardless of what they are.

combeferre becomes a pediatric surgeon. it’s hard at first, and he comes home to his apartment some days during residency and just cries for hours until his phone rings and he has to go back. but he turns out to be exceptional at it, and he turns out to be a phenomenal teacher to all the residents who come after him. kids adore him because he talks to them like regular people, he teaches them about the medicine and space and moths and Star Wars and any other interests they have, and parents love him because he’s the best there is at ensuring that their kid wakes up safe and sound.

feuilly is a social worker, specializing in children, families, and schools. he takes special care in following up on all of his cases, and he always finds the perfect family for a child to stay with. he takes on a lot of pro bono cases—god knows he can afford it with all the random jobs he takes on the weekends. he has an eery sixth sense for knowing when a fit is right or wrong, but he never closes a case unless he’s certain he leaves a family more whole than when he met them.

bahorel tried law school, he really did, but his passion laid elsewhere. as soon as he dropped out, he convinced his family to help him open a youth arts center where he devotes his time helping kids of all ages advance their skills in drawing, painting, acting, singing, dancing, all of it. the kids he sees come and go often tell him they owe their successes to him, and he cries and hangs up copies of their graduation pictures or stage productions on the wall of his office.

joly gets his medical degree and promptly decides to open up a free clinic. he raises awareness for chronic illnesses and specializes in treatments for amputees, he starts a foundation that is constantly raising money, proceeds going to his clinic so that he can continue treating people but also going to research because medicine is about progressing. he doesn’t necessarily want to be the one to do the research, he chose to work as a doctor in a clinic for a reason, but he knows it’s important.

bossuet becomes a therapist. he’s hand rounds and bouts of bad luck but it’s left him with lots of advice and lots of empathy to give. he makes sure to let each of his clients know that their choosing to come must be on their own times and he takes special care getting to know each and every individual one of them. sometimes when their eyes go tight at the mention of money, bossuet will wave them out the door at the end of the session laughing about how the credit card machine is broken, isn’t that silly, it’s just his luck—and his patients come back the next time extra grateful for him.

jehan is a writer; but the kick is they write under a pseudonym and only a few people in the world actually know. when they finished their first official work, the fame wasn’t as important as the message seemed, so they searched for a publisher who would support the pseudonym and has only told a few people outside of that what they actually do for a living. the rest of les amis assume they just work odd jobs whenever they feel like it. but jehan writes, and sells a lot of copies, and they love it endlessly.

marius is a professor of linguistics at a university. he knows so many languages and is so fiercely passionate about the way language is structured and formed and evolving—his classes almost always fill up first, and have waitlists that are pages long. the students love how interesting he finds words, many of them are entranced by the way he always sees the world through rose-colored glasses, and a lot of them are there to giggle at the way he blushes and stutters just so when someone compliments him in any way.

cosette gives music lessons out of her house. there’s literally not an instrument she can’t pick up and have mastered in five minutes, so she teaches it all. piano, guitar, harp, accordion, a didgeridoo one time, a cello, a trumpet once, singing, even dancing. she just cares about music and wants to give everyone the chance to learn. her youngest student is four years old and her oldest is eighty three, and alongside teaching them musical theory she shows them how to use music to always see joy in the world.

éponine models for a while, before she finds her groove more comfortably in designing clothes. she gets a lucky break when a successful model catches sight of one of her designs, and begs her to let him wear it on the next catwalk. when she isn’t designing clothes, she’s helping r out at the school and teaching new techniques to the elementary kids who hang off of every word she says. she’s always dressed to the nines, but unbeknownst to the majority of the fashion industry is the way she spends her free time making clothing to give to people who can’t afford it. she donates a lot of her creations to homeless shelters, and often enlists gavroche to help her find places to give out clothes.

musichetta owns a restaurant chain. it started off as just a small café hidden behind the streets of paris but got really popular for its delicious sandwiches and atmosphere. her shops are social media famous, and many people visit her now just to take aesthetic pictures of the shop and order a panini and a coffee to go. she beams with pride and her creation but still works at the original, wiping counters and greeting guests and, even occasionally, taking pictures when asked.

bonus;gavroche wants to be just like his sister when he grows up. his style in clothes is a lot different from her edgy chic vintage, but he loves how much she loves it and finds his own ways to make his clothing unique and fun.

[bookish-huntress-art]

I FINALLY saw all of Over the Garden Wall and it naturally made me think of you and your art!:D And wonder again what the "plot" for Over the Musain Wall was, if there was one- and I feel like I appreciate all the references much more now!:D Do you have a tag for that project that I can search on your blog?

(sorry this ask got lost and I kept you waiting and I’m such a mess)

Omg! !!!!!!!!

For the tags, I use Over the Musain Wall and OTMW alike, so pick whichever you prefer! :D

(I’m gonna put the rest of this post under the cut because it got quite long)

Well, first I have to say that, believe it or not, I’ve been thinking about the plot for this au forever and also I’ve been planning to do something with it but unfortunately I’m an indecisive bitch and haven’t gotten around to do it yet (sorry bout that) (but really, is anybody interested in this au? if you are, please hmu)

(And also I’m really insecure about my english and I always think It’s gonna be a disaster and ugh, sorry i’m rambling)

SO

I started doing a version of the original Over the Garden Wall intro (but I’ve been thinking about redoing it too because I’m not too satisfied now with how I did it before ? Indecisive af, I tell you), and also I have most of the character designs and some backgrounds and stuff

Since I’m still thinking about the actual plot, I can’t tell you much (cause i haven’t decided a lot of stuff) BUT, I can tell you some headcanons and details:

Marius is the Wirt of this AU. He just shows up in the Unknown and has no idea how to get out or why he’s in there.

Cosette is Beatrice, meaning she is transformed into a bird (but not for the same reasons as Beatrice in the series).

And she’s a lark instead of a bluebird (x)

The overall plot revolves around trying to help Marius go back home.

And also some shit happens to Les Amis while they try to do that. Mostly bad shit.

Les Amis de L’ABC live together in a big house (that used to be a café) they found abandoned in the woods (the Musain)

More like R found in the woods and the others just ended up in somehow.

It’s Éponine’s and Gavroche’s fault, actually. They just point people they think Grantaire would like in the right direction.

They have a little library in the house, filled with every book that Combeferre and Feuilly could get their hands on.

They even have a little book club going on (x).

Also, a not-so-big-but-oh-so-full-of-stuff kitchen.

Bahorel and Courfeyrac love to try recipes and stuff, and often cook together there (x)

The dining room is a mess. They have five (very different) tables just acting as one and like twelve mismatched chairs, fifteen (really dirty and almost all of them broken, would not recommend) and three benches (likely stolen).

This ^ is the first design i did in 2015 for the Musain’s main floor (ground floor? first floor? how the hell do you call this in english?)

Left side, the “bar”, the door to the kitchen and the “dining room”

also, a detailed schedule for chores and stuff and a table with lots of papers, from drawings to notes to recipes.

Courf’s the only one that can find stuff in there in less than five minutes.

Right side, the “cozy” zone with couches and warm blankets, lots of books and a fireplace.

Officially, the place where book club meetings are held.

Jehan takes care of the garden (x)

Gavroche helps them from time to time. He says it’s because he’s bored but he secretly loves it.

Also, it gives Montparnasse an excuse to visit the Musain’s garden a lot. Because he’s worried about Gav’s safety when he has to walk back home.

No one actually believes that.

R has his little studio in the attic, which he shares with Feuilly.

Chronologically, R was the first one to arrive to the Unknown.

And he’s so tired.

Because of that, he’s constantly in danger of being taken by the Beast but he somehow has this little hope left and he hasn’t figured out why yet.

Joly, Bossuet and Musichetta have the biggest room with the biggest bed.

Also they usually go on picnics in the woods together (x)

The Thénardiers have a little Inn/Pub not far from Les Amis’ house.

R spends a lot of time there, hanging out with Éponine, Gavroche and Azelma (x)

Aaaaand that’s all I could remember right now. Hope you liked this little bundle of headcanons about this silly au, though. :)

[justtextmeoppa]

Sloppy kisses

Hello, I saw that your request box is open, Can I request a Jay Park scenario where you go visit one of your closest friends at her aunt's house...And you know her aunt very well, in fact she adores you like the daughter she never had, so one day they invite you to a family party where you meet her two sons, Jehan and Jay, and Jay and you both get shocked that you actually are close with his family since you guys have been kinda always having a thing but never official omg it's long sorry♡thanks

Type: Super fluff

Words: +1.5k

For @leyarren

It’s so fulff i’m sorry

Let me know what you think of it

illi

It was June, the fresh breeze of Busan was caressing your skin while you were admiring the view from your best friend's house.

The little pastel pink dress was dancing in the air like your long black hair.

-Heeei Y/N!!!!!! Wanna go to the beach?

You turned around, facing your best friend and nodding happily

Her name was Jimin, she was the same age as you and you both met at the cafeteria where you worked.

She had a contagious smile and the prettiest eyes you've ever seen.

You quickly became close, like family. The fact that you both left yours to follow your dreams in Seoul connected the two of you even more.

-Let's go Y/N!!!!!!! Auntie wants to see us in the afternoon!!! Better go and have fun now that we can!!!!

-Comiiing!!!!

Grabbing your bag, you quickly followed Jimin and spent the morning at the beach.

Jimin's aunt was a lady in her 50s, her mother's big sister.

She was a beautiful woman, always with the perfect outfit and makeup on point, at the beginning, you thought she was kind of scary, but the more you got to know her the closer yo her you got.

She was funny, always making silly jokes or fooling with her servants (yes she was super rich too!)

and you spent hours talking about her past loves.

-Auntie!!!!

-My loves! How are you??

The three of you hugged tightly like you haven't seen each other in years when in reality only a couple of months passed from your last visit.

-Why are you always so beautiful girls?

-Auntie!! You are the beautiful one here, look at you!

-Well..you're right I am beautiful

You laughed happily and went to the living room to drink some tea.

The villa was stunning, the marbles floors and walls were shining and everything was perfectly placed.

The red curtains were open, letting you see the beautiful view of Busan.

Auntie had a passion for interior design, and her house was luxurious but not too much, it was really classy with some of the greatest roman's statues reproductions.

She also had a passion for literature like yourself, so she let you take some books from her personal library that were on the first floor of the villa.

-So beauties, what are you gonna do tonight?

-We don't know Auntie, why?

-Just..there's a party and I wanted my beautiful nephews to come and maybe find a man

-Auntie!!!

-What, do you wanna stay single forever?? What about you Y/N??

-I..

-What? Don't tell me you have a boyfriend and you didn't send me his pictures?!

-I don't..

-She has a crush but she's too shy to talk to him

-JIMINIE!!

You felt blood running through your cheeks, so you covered your face with your hands, while Auntie was laughing softly and asked you to tell her about him.

-He's just a guy...

-Who always come at the cafeteria.....

-Uhh .. so.. what's his name?

-Jaebum..he's a..CEO..

-Woo girl you go and get him ahahhaah

-Auntie!! she really likes him, plus he's not just rich enough to give us 50$ tip every time, but he's also handsome and super nice!!!

-Does he have an uncle?

-Ahahahahhaahaha auntie!!!!!

-Ok, so tell me..does he likes you?

-Absolutely not

-Of curse he does!!! Haven't you seen the way he looks at you??

-GIRLS! OK, tell me what he usually does in the cafeteria

-He..just orders some coffee and a cake to take away..like every human being...

-Y/N, he orders always the same things and he sits at the same table where he can look at you without you noticing!! Everybody knows!!

-Why does he order the cake as a take away if he sits?

-That's a mystery auntie...

After a good couple of hours talking about Jay, you and Jimin were heading home when auntie stopped you before you could exit the main door

-Wait, girls!!!! Take this dresses for tonight, I ordered them just for the two of you

-You're always too nice auntie

-See you tonight!!!

The sky was dark, and you could admire the stars from the big villa's terrace.

The wind was still blowing, and the cold hair of the night made you regret your decision of not taking something to cover your bare shoulders.

Auntie bought you a long dark pink dress, with a deep v neck and a bow on the bottom of your back.

It really was beautiful, but you wished to have something more on.

Jiminie, on the other hand, was wearing a long strapless red dress that emphasised her curves.

-Auntie!! When is everybody coming??

-In a phew minutes darling, Y/N..you're so pretty tonight!

-Thanks, Auntie...

-A pity that this Jaebum CEO can't be here..

You look down, smiling softly just thinking of him...

Flashback!

It has been the worst day ever!

A client just got mad at you because the cake was finished, you spilt at least 3 coffees on the floors and your boss almost fires you.

You couldn't wait to lose the cafeteria when two people entered

-Welcome..

You said, almost whispering

-Can we have two Americanos?

-Sure...something else?

You never looked at them, but automatically went to get the coffees ready

-No thanks, Kiseok?

-I'm fine with coffee

-Here.. it's 3,50$

-Here..

And in that moment you saw him, his little smile and his loving eyes who were looking at you.

He seemed tired, he has probably bee working all day..

With him, there was Kiseok, a really good looking man that kept looking at his watch

-Are you ok .. Y/N?

He said looking at the name on the white shirt you were wearing

-Oh..yes..here the change

-Keep it..have a nice evening  Y/N

-But sir... it's like 40$

-I know.. it's fine.. I'll come again..see you

And from that night, every day at 18.30 before the cafeteria closed he came in ordering a slice of chocolate cake and an americano. He sat near the window and stayed there for 20 minutes before going back to work.

Sometimes you talked, about his job and about yours..his dreams and yours.. it was nice, you thought.

He was, unlike his public image, a sweet man who dreamed of a family and a nice house in Seoul and one at the beach.. a daughter and a son to whom he would have taught English as a second language; a nice wife who would have attended his concert and danced with him on and off stage, someone who could stand  him and his crazy lifestyle.

-Y/N!!!!

Jimin's voice brought you back into reality

-Y/N, you have no idea

-What??

-He's here!! With another super hot man and Kiseok!!

-Are you talking about Jay?

Not answering you, Jimin grabbed your hand and walked with you in the big living room where you saw him, wearing a black suit and looking around with Kiseok and another man.

Your eyes finally met and you saw he was surprised to see you there too.

Auntie probably saw everything because she didn't lost the chance to excuse herself from some guests and approached the three and walked to you

-OMG they're coming here...what to do Y/N??????

You were so shocked that no words left your mouth, and when auntie finally made the formal introductions you were able to murmur some disconnected words

-So Y/N, Jiminie..they're my beloved sons and Kiseok, their friend

-Sons????

-Jimine...please.... you know that our beloved Youngjae had 2 sons from his previous wedding....didn't you?

-I thought..they were like 20 or something..

-Hi Y/N, how are you?

Jay asked you not even bothering o listening auntie and Jimin discussing

-I..I am ok...You?

-I'm fine..now

His smile took your breath away and you felt like melting for a moment

-I have to go now, have fun boys!

-I will

He didn't take his eyes away from you while Auntie kissed his cheek softly and winked at you..Did she know for the entire time he was the one you were talking about?

-Ya Kisok, let's go

-Shouldn't you talk to me with a little more respect Jiminssi?

-Hell no

-Ya

-And you are....

-Jehan..and I am going to get a drink

-I'll come with you

The three of them just went away while Kiseok was scolding Jimin for being maybe a bit too savage.

-So...you know auntie?

-She's Jiminie's aunt..

-Woo..the world is really small

-I guess so

-Let's go outside..shall we?

He offered his hand and you followed him at the villa's terrace where no one was.

You didn't know what to think, still shocked from what just happened and strangely happy that he was there, with you.

You suddenly something warm on your shoulders and turned around to realised he placed his jacket on you to protect you from the cold hair.

-Thanks..

-You're really pretty

-Oh.. it's just the dress

-No I am pretty sure it's you..

Looking away you bit your lower lip and you felt him getting closer.. you looked down and hoped that the dark night would have to hide your blushy cheeks.

-Y/N..

-Yea?

-Can  I kiss you?

You felt like your heart stopped for a moment, and then you looked at him not understanding what he really wanted.

-Y/N?

-Why?

-Ermm-..

Now he was the blushy ones, his sudden shy side was showing and you couldn't help but think how cute he was.

-Jaebum..

-I like you Y/N..very much..and.. I don't know.. I feel like I don't wanna skip some steps with you and making sure you want the same. It's like my life got.. I don't' know.. normal?

Like.. when I met you I worked till late, got out and got drunk, but now.. I am more responsible... I still go out and get drunk, but just on the weekends.. and .. I feel like I need to get my life together so that I can have a chance with you.

His sudden confession caught you off guard, but at the same time, it was like It was meant to be..

You were both so similar.

-Why wouldn't I give you a chance before?

-Maybe you would but I would have screw up everything

-Ahahahah

-I am serious..so..can

-Yes

You didn't let him finish and looked at him in his dark eyes, he cupped your face and softly kissed you.

His lips were soft, sweet and your hands immediately went to his chest while he deepened the kiss, meeting your tongue with his and slowly kissing you.

It was like one of those morning kisses, where you just woke up and you're almost still sleeping but you want to kiss your partner to let know him how much you love him even in the morning.

Those sloppy kisses were your favourites, slow and caring.. it let you taste his lips and memorised it so that you wouldn't forget him during the night.

You stayed like this for what it seems like hours, couldn't get away from each other..couldnot get enough from each other.

You heard a voice calling you from the villa and you saw auntie from the windows calling for you

-Y/N!!!!!

-Yes auntie!!!

You didn't bother to get away from his arms but stayed like that founding yourself incredibly comfortable.

-Y/N, is Jay there??

-I am!!!

-Cool, I'll get a room ready for you, Y/N wanna stay here you too with Jay??

-Auntie!!!!!!!!!!

-What?? I told you you would have found a husband at my party!

-Oh my God auntie!!

-Jiminie already found his!!

-What??

You looked at the living room through the windows and you saw Kiseok and Jimin dancing together and smiling

-Look at her..

-They're cute

.Yea

-Not like us tho..

You looked at him and caressed his dark hair

-You can say that..

-Ok I guess I'll just have to find Jehan someone

-Auntie...

-The party is over, I'll go to bed and you just.. no babies yet ok??

-Auntie!!!!!!!

You both said while she was going back inside and Jay looked back at you, with a big smile on his face, returning to kiss you softly and forgetting again of the rest of the word.