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Went to the bank today to deposit checks and turn a $100 into $20s, but forgot my debit card at home (a thing needed to make deposits and withdrawal transactions). I somehow forget it nearly every time. Was gonna go home dejected having made the effort of a trip for nothing, but a google search gave me a solution. Genuinely, have learned more useful things from the internet than school.
Lo and behold, I was today years old learning that contactless payment from adding a debit card to a phone wallet can be used as a bank atm, AS IF YOU HAD THE REAL THING… I could have saved time and prevented emotional damage from multiple previous bank visits with this info 😭
#the more you know#the internet has spoken#ngl I was at the atm freaking out on how to get it working#like was I the weirdo holding a phone to a scanner?#yes but fortunately it worked or I would’ve looked sus#pris speaks
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Here's another Sydcarmy song guys, 'Ajai Finale', it's used in Season 1 Episode 2 when Syd approaches Carmy with a business plan and COGS breakdown for revitalizing The Beef, which he brushes off initially. The spoken word intro of the song is not included in the episode, but it mentions a minor domestic dispute between the song's clothing obsessed protagonist (Carmy and his denim collection ring a bell anyone?) and his WIFE:
The full lyrics to the song are below, but the line that stood out to me most was,
"At my wife's business meeting and I'm showing them rap..." which plays as Syd enters the office with the COGS....
So.......This could just be me, but the next time the showrunners say Syd and Carmy are meant to be platonic I will just laugh and go about my day! 🥴
Lyrics from here:
[Intro Serengeti]
So at the Black Caucus Dinner, Dr. Mitchell is talking to Ajai about the reduction of drug costs, making it mandatory for federally qualified health centers to accept Medicaid
And then Ajai opens his phone and shows him the Doernbecher 8s, and asks him, "Have you ever won a shoe lottery?"
Looks to his left and talks to Dr. MacKenzie also and asks him, has he ever won a shoe lottery?
Pro-shoppers guided by a website, Ajai is crazy to his wife. She knows that once a special ringer buzzes, Ajai is off. She knows there's no work emergency. She looks in the trunk in hope that the bags won't be there or a cedar closet in the basement
He holds up the entire line in security. Sprawls out his gown, and it won't fit inside the TSA body scanner. His wife, who's already at the gate, texts him his flight has left. She's furious, she's holding back tears. He texts "wa-wha-ha-jaaa-ha, did we put the extension poncho hanger in your bag or mine?"
Frustrated wife, kicking and banging on the master bathroom door, "Ajai, please honey, we're gonna be late, we're gonna miss the flight, you look fine, you look fine Ajai, you look fine, you look fine Ajai." "Uhhu," Ajai muffled through the bathroom door, "We have plenty of time, you don't need two hours for a domestic flight. Oh, who the heck is flying to Cleveland anyway?" Wife sighs, "He's such a weirdo." Twenty minutes later Ajai exits. "Oh sorry babe, I couldn't find my gloves. Uh, are you ready to go? Why are you crying?"
[Verse: Serengeti]
But I should be good
I see the Benetton green
They've been gone for minute
This collab is a dream
Grey Poupon had a thing
Eating meals in a car
It made you feel a certain way
When you held that jar
That's what I can achieve
I feel the same about drops
I feel a bit rare in the shoes and the watch
Or those Preston socks
Or that just don hat
At my wife's business meeting and I'm showing them rap
Question, "you seen this?"
Question, "you seen that?"
Cuz there's questions 'bout the culture that just ain't facts
Some people are cows and they sit and they graze
I'm like a hummingbird cause I'm simply amazed
We're all on earth just bidding our time
Some people like to read, some people like wine
Some people like both
I love my wife and my coat
Balenciaga trench angled words and my tote
I like to move to the rhythm cause I'm feeling engaged
If I chose a colorway, it'd be purple and sage
I like to chill on the yacht, talk to the people at drops
About the top ten cops they surprised that they got
Cause I got a spot
Number one on the list
It had to be the Abloh Five I thought that I missed
Cause I had alarms set
When I woke it was dead
That's the last time I sleep with my phone in my bed
So when I awoke, I put my hand in my fist
And I looked in the mirror, and said "you can do this"
In all of my years, I never wore those shoes
The Abloh 1s that had me confused
Cause I bought them online, but they never came
Store-side mix up and the address changed
And it wasn't my fault, and they settled me straight
Just a half size bigger; whoever got them felt great
And I think about that
If one day at the door
A delivery came and the Abloh 4
That I didn't expect
What the hell would I do?
Who even knows if
They knew the scope of the shoe?
So today I wore those
And take them outside
First time they hit the ground
So now they alive
And now I'm near the spot
6 blocks away
It's already gettin' a little crowded hours passed on drop day
I said to myself
"The fives will be mine"
Ones so bright
People sayin' they blind
I relaxed and I stop to get tea
Fella says "Yo, it's me"
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The tortoise is employed thus. The burglar has with him a flint-stone and a candle about as big as a little finger. He lights the candle and sticks it on the tortoise’s back. The tortoise is then introduced through the breach into the house, and it crawls slowly around, thereby illuminating the house and its contents
This was a difficult ask - only because I tried very VERY hard to fit it into the Road to Normal shorts. Apologises for it taking longer @profoundoperatorstatesmanopera ! Also - sorry, I used google translate... someone please correct me if I'm wrong.
By a Candle (The Road to Normal 15)
The burglar moved quietly against the building, holding a mess of objects against their side. They hid in the shadows, side stepping to avoid the brightly shining lights above.
“Where is it,” the burglar murmured to their partner, feeling the stone against their free hand. Finding the doorknob, they turned it slowly, counting their lucky stars that it was open. Probably thought no one would break in. Quietly, they descended the stairs, careful not to alert anyone working below. Thankfully, the lab below was dim - no one was there.
Gingerly, the burglar put down their partner in crime, reaching for the candle and flint at their side.
“Okay, listen here you reptil inútil,” they hissed, crouching down to put said candle on its back. “All you got to do is walk from here to the desk. Got me?”
The tortoise’s head slowly emerged from its shell, blinking up as the burglar lit the candle.
“Hello - you understand right? Manson said you were the smartest one,” they drawled, waving their hand in front of the reptile. It blinked again, turning slowly toward the inner part of the lab. They sighed, frustrated. “Serves me right for listening to that goth freak. Said you were fast too - else I’d take the hamster. Or was it the guinea pig?”
The burglar waited impatiently as the creature moved throughout the lab, illuminating a general area for them to search.
What they didn’t expect was for the Fentons to be in the lab. Or to be enamoured by the dumb tortoise as it crawled across the lab, trapping the burglar in one section of it. Or for the weirdos to think it was a ghost.
Or for them to be down there for two hours.
How was she supposed to find it now?
:-=-:
“Why are you in the dark?” Jazz asked, flipping the lights. Her eyes found her parents quickly, huddled in the middle of the lab over… “Is that a tortoise?”
“Ghost tortoise!” Jack corrected, waving her over. “Too bad your brother isn’t around to see it.”
“Jack,” Maddie started, frowning. She sat up, studying the reptile as it continued onward, looking embarassed. “The candle is tied to its back. I don’t think-“
“Why is there a livetortoise in the lab!?” Jazz exclaimed, rushing over to it. She blew out the candle, watching the smoke wisp upward and the animal stopping, retreating back into its shell.
“It’s a ghost!” Jack replied earnestly.
Maddie and Jazz looked at each other. “Does it react to the ghost scanners?” Jazz asked.
“No.”
“Or have an aura now that the candle’s out?” Maddie added.
“Uh…. No.”
“So why did the two of you think it was a ghost?” Jazz asked exasperatedly. “Seriously, sometimes I wonder how you didn’trealize there was a ghost living -“
Clang.
All three Fentons turned, bristling in surprise as the burglar knocked over a metal object. Quickly, both parents drew weapons, but it was Jazz to recognized the intruder.
“Paulina?”
“Ugh,” Paulina muttered, raising her hands in surrender as Jack and Maddie lowered their weapons. “Oh hi,” she said sweetly, batting her eyes. “I’m like, so sorry but I was just looking for something to help me contact a friend of mine. Fen- I mean Danny let me in.”
Jazz frowned sceptically. “Which friend?”
“Oh… just the ghost boy,” she said dreamily. “I lost his number a few weeks ago and I just… if anyone would have it, it’d be you all.”
Jack, Maddie and Jazz looked at each other quizzically, looked at the clock and grinned. Danny was still on patrol and wouldn’t be back for another hour.
“He wouldn’t like this would he?” Maddie whispered to Jazz.
Jazz smirked. “Nope,” she replied. “And it wouldn’t do too much harm. Just make him embarrassed for a few hours. Besides - I owe him for earlier.”
“Well girlie, of course we have his number!” Jack boomed. Paulina was ecstatic, positively glowing as the orange clad man made his way over to a desk and scribbled down something on a piece of paper. “Any friend of Phantom is a friend of ours.”
:-=-:
“Let me get this straight... Paulina broke into the lab -“
“Yep.”
“In the middle of the night-“
“Correct.”
“With a Tortoise and a candle -“
“Uh-huh.”
“To find Phantom’s phone number?”
“You betcha.”
“And you gave it to her!?”
“Relax son, we didn’t give her Phantom’s number. We gave her your number.”
“… I… I have no words.”
The phone on the table lit up for the thirty-sixth time in the last hour.
“No wait - I do. Can I change my number?”
Links to previous: Eye for an Eye Infinite Realms Girls Night Out Torrent of Terror Forever Phantom Urban Jungle Livin' Large Boxed Up Fury Frightmare Claw of the Wild D-Stabilized Kingdom Come The C.A.T. New Normal Ectostorm Series
Suggestions welcome! Just put them in my asks and I'll get to them when I can :)
#danny phantom#Fenton Family#Paulina#tortoise#his name is cornelius and he is a gem#humour#the road to normal#I have no words#me too Danny
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Law of Attraction
Summary: After getting sued, Peter finds himself focusing on something else — asking his lawyer out. Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (adult!peter) A/N: hellooooo!! this is def different from anything i’ve ever written before so i’m crossing my fingers that u guys actually like this one !! (also, this is based on friendly neighborhood spiderman #5!) PLS ENJOY THANK U I LOVE U (and send requests :( hehe)
“Ms. Y/L/N, someone’s here to see you.” your secretary says into the phone, uneasy. “Bring them in” you replied, going back to organizing your files. After a few more minutes, no one has still walked in your office, much to your dismay.
“Sarah, where are they?” you walked out. Sarah just looked at you with wide eyes, unable to explain. Suddenly, a gust of wind swoop in from behind, making you turn around. “Spiderman? Seriously?” you exclaim. The masked hero spun around your chair, stopping to face you. “Hello”
You sigh, fixing your blazer and smoothing down your skirt before going back inside your office, closing the door behind you. “Never thought Spiderman needed a lawyer. What? You wanna sue the Daily Bugle?” you joked, sitting down. “Sorry about my entrance. And no, I don’t plan on that yet” he chuckled. “Then what do you want?”
He hesitates for a while, but stands up to close the blinds so no one can see you guys. “What are you doing?” you question, crossing your arms. Now facing you, he takes off his mask, making you gasp. “Peter Parker? From high school?” you whisper-shouted. He nods, sitting back down. “I’m getting sued by Vanna. Like OUR, Vanna.” he sighed.
You hold back a laugh, making Peter furrow his eyebrows. “What?” he asks. “I just,” you pause, “Why is Vanna Smith suing you?” you chuckle. Peter shrugs, “can I borrow your laptop? I’ll show you why. It’s ridiculous” he says, taking your laptop and going to Vanna’s blog.
I wanna write my experience about the infamous person the Bugle’s been writing about. I already encountered him back in my senior year of high school, when the Vulture attacked. He was hiding right behind the bleachers, where I was sitting. Must have looking up our skirts. What a sicko.
I knew that he wasn’t done. I was at the New York Science Museum for an assignment a few weeks ago, when he suddenly came bursting out of the bathroom stall! The WOMEN’S bathroom. I, of course, defended myself. I hit him with my purse, demanding an explanation. But then some guy comes bursting in!
So I’m just like, “this is impossible!” he must be working with these weirdos just so he can impress me. He’s staging these fights, putting other people in harm’s way just for me. Weirdo.
And then yesterday, I was at the beach, when he was fighting that Sandman guy. Trying to act like he didn’t notice me. Pft, he was glancing at me. He isn’t so slick.
I’m suing him soon for harrassment, since the police is too busy worshipping the ground he walks on to even help.
After reading the blog entry, you looked back at Peter, breaking into a fit of laughter. “Holy shit, Peter,” you laughed. “Not surprised Vanna is still crazy to this day. This is absolutely ridiculous, you’re going to win in like 10 minutes”
“So are you going to help me?” Peter asks. “Oh, I definitely will. This is my most interesting case yet. Hell, I’ll do it for free” you laughed. “Seriously?” Peter raises his eyebrows. You nodded, taking out papers for him to sign.
For the next few weeks, Peter came around more, visiting your office almost everyday just to “check on how the case is doing” when there’s not even much to look into.
“Seriously, Peter? You know It only took me like a day to gather all the “evidence” for this case.” you laugh as he walked in. “Actually, I was just, uh gonna ask you something” he says, sitting down in front of you. “After this, do you want to go to dinner?” he smiles.
“I don’t think It’s professional to date clients, Peter” you chuckle. “I’m only your client for now. We go way back” he shrugs. “Fine. but only if we win, got it?” you reply, a smile spread across your face.
On the day of the hearing, you went inside the courtroom, sitting in the defendant’s table. Vanna Smith looks at you with wide eyes, unable to form a sentence. “Hey, Vanna. Remember me?” you chuckle before turning around.
The courtroom was full. Ever since news broke of the lawsuit, the media went crazy, sending you countless messages, asking for his true identity, and other uncomfortable, odd questions. Looking around, you scoff at the sight of J. Jonah Jameson, the Daily Bugle’s editor-in-chief, and Spiderman’s #1 critic.
“All rise for the Honorable Judge Lewis.” the Bailiff says, making everyone stand. “Thank you, please sit down.” he nods.
“Your honor, we have reason to believe Spiderman is harrassing Ms. Smith after a series of events that goes way back to high school,” Vanna’s lawyer starts. “Staging fights with these so-called “Villains” just to impress Ms. Smith?”
“Spiderman has saved countless of lives in the past, with or without Ms. Smith’s prescence.” you argue, standing up. “Alright, you may call in your first witness.” Judge Lewis gestures to Vanna and her lawyers.
Everyone’s eyes widen as J. Jonah Jameson stands up, making his way the witness stand. “Mr. Jameson, do you believe that Spiderman is capable of doing this?” he asks. “Yes. absolutely, Spiderman is a threat, and seeing him chase over an innocent lady, putting her in harm’s way just to impress her? It’s not surprising at all.”
You walked over to him, “Mr. Jameson, you’re accusations against Spiderman has been proven false many times, and you’ve been recorded many times trying to frame him for profit. Your honor, Mr. Jameson should not be the one we should be relying on for this.” you argue. “That would be all, Judge Lewis.”
“You may call in your witness, Ms. Y/L/N.”
A smile spread across your face, clearing your throat as you adjusted your blazer. “Your honor, with the court’s permission, I’d like to call Spiderman to the stand” you say, making everyone gasp — including Jameson.
Peter swings inside the courtroom, landing on the witness stand. “Let’s make this quick, I’m a busy man” he jokes, making you roll your eyes.
“This is insane! You’re not allowed to just show up in a mask! That’s probably not even him” Vanna exclaims. “You’re right. Which is why, Tony Stark let me borrow one of those Avengers issue scanners” Peter says, pointing at the box on your desk. You open it, holding up the scanner to his face.
SPIDER-MAN: CONFIRMED the machine spoke, making you smirk. “Now, Spiderman, are you intentionally staging these fights just to impress Ms. Smith?” you ask.
“Not at all. I don’t even know who she is.” he shrugs. “And are you intentionally putting civilians in harm’s way just to impress Ms. Smith, who you apparently don’t even know?” you quirked an eyebrow. “Of course not, I’ve been doing this for years, and the evidence that they presented, what, I’ve only done my job 3 times?” he scoffs, “I’m kind of offended, Ma’am”
Vanna and her legal team don’t even budge, remaining silent.
You walked out of there with a bright smile, camera’s flashing in your face, bombarding you with questions. When you finally returned to your office, Peter was sitting on the couch, smiling. “Hey, winner” you chuckle.
“Hey, Y/N. Thank you, I actually feel bad for you doing it for free-”
“Peter, stop” you cut him off. “It’s nothing for what you’ve done all these years to defend people. About time someone around here defended you. Give me a call, maybe I’ll face off with your boss next time” you smirk. ”Right,” Peter muttered as he sat on the edge of your desk. “But there’s another thing we still have to do”
You look at him for a few seconds, trying to recall if there’s something else Peter needed. Your eyes widen as you finally remember that deal you guys made, making Peter cheekily grin. “We were going to win anyways” you chuckle.
“It’s a date then”
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Argo chapter 2
Rubble shot out under my body as I was slammed against the ground, a loud groan of pain escaping my lips in the process. However, I wasn’t on the ground for long as I soon found myself flung into the air once more, Clairs strong legs shooting me into the sky as if I were a soccer ball she had kicked.
As I hung in the air I was soon met with a flurry of kicks, each one hurting more than the last all culminating in the heel of her boot being brought down upon my chest and slamming me into the ground again.
My health seemed to plummet from this, but I managed to stagger to my feet and prepared for one final counter attack.
With all of my remaining strength I cupped my hands together and, through pure will power, conjured bright blue flames which compressed into a large fireball like object in my palms.
I followed Clair with my eyes as she fell to the ground, and as soon as her feet touched the dirt under us, I lunged forward and jutted my arms out sending the flames barreling towards her.
Clairabell simply leaped over it and landed in front of me.
Red and white lights flashed as she gathered energy into her strong, muscular legs and launched an endless onslaught of kicks so fast that they blurred together into bright flashes, tearing space and time asunder. And every kick made direct contact with my body.
With one final explosive heel to my jaw, my body was flown backwards landing in an unmoving heap on the ground.
My life had emptied.
“Yes” Clairabell cheered as the screen displayed her name in conformation of her victory, “bow to me mortal!”
“Dang it” I whimpered, watching as her character stood proudly over mine, “why do I suck at street fighter?”
“Well you keep choosing Ryu, that’s a start.”
“You always choose Chun Li though.
“Yeah cause she’s awesome and fun to- shit!”
As we were talking the scene in the game had changed to that of a large gray map with small portraits of the characters in front of it. With a flash an orange square appeared and begane jumping randomly from one portrait to another with loud beeps accompanying it.
With one last beep like noise the square landed on an image of a man with long, braided, brown hair and wearing a white mask.
“Oh” I exclaimed, “it’s Vega.”
“Easy” Clair stated as she prepared for the match, “I’ll have this done in like 10 seconds.”
It was over in thirty with Vega tearing through Chun Li with his clawed hands and superior speed.
Clairabell collapsed into a disappointed husk before the arcade machine, her eyes becoming watery as the words “You lose” flashed brightly before her.
“No, my sexy kick girl! How could he do this to her!?”
“Well he did kill her dad so. . . or, wait, was that M bison?”
As I contemplated this important question a 10 popped up on the screen and slowly started counting down.
“Shit, shit, Skye give me a quarter!”
I nodded ok and reached into my skirt pockets, only to find them empty other than a piece of lint and my ID.
“I’m out.”
“Already?”
“Dude, we’ve been here for an hour.”
“We have?!”
Unable to pay for another chance Clairabell and I watched as the numbers dropped until it hit zero and, in bright red colors, “Game Over” appeared on the screen before us.
“Damnit.”
“Sorry Clair.”
With annoyed huff Clair reached into her shorts and pulled her wallet out.
“Don’t worry Skee skee, I won’t let this masked back up dancer wannabe get the best of me. I’ll just wip out my secret weapon, get some quarters, and then smash his stupid face in!”
“I-it’s just a game though.”
A confident smile grew onto Clairabells face as she unleashed her hidden power, one which I could never hope to achieve even if I tried my hardest.
A platinum credit card with no credit limit, and endless spending so long as you pay the bill on time.
Clairs pink lips curled into an evil smirk and I could tell that she was thinking solely about spending every scent she could to humiliate a fictitious gut who had wronged her and the fictitious girl who has been one of video game crushes since she was like 13.
“Vengeance shall be mine!”
“Y-yeah” I stuttered out, “but won’t it take awhile before you fight Vega, the set up is r-random after all.”
Clair stopped smiling and gave me a disapproving look.
“. . . Skye, please, please just let me have this.”
“O-okay, s-s-sorry.”
“To the ATM” Clair cheered, almost instantly getting her pep back.
With her heels clicking against the arcade floor, Clair confidently struts over to the nearest ATM, her dark brown hair flowing behind her and her swaying hips drawing the gaze of the people she passed by.
I, meanwhile, did my best not to look like a stupid weirdo by scurrying next to her and hoped I was insignifigant enough to be completly off anybodys raidar so that they don’t notice me.
Once we reached the blue and white tower containing an untold amount of treasure (but, if you must know it was most likely between 100,000 and 200,000 USD) Clair raised her hand, placed the card between the scanner built into the ATMs face, swung down, put in a few numbers, and. . . was met with a buzzing noise and the words declined appearing onto the screen.
We stood in silence for a bit until Clair tried again, and was instantly met with the same results.
“Y-you did p-pay your credit bill, right?”
“I have to pay for a credit card?!”
Now, soundly defeated by our inability to acquire a hefty sum of money, or at the very least five bucks, Clairabell and I sulked back to our table where the ice in our drinks had melted and watered them down into tasteless puddles of dark sludge, perfectly symbolizing our utter destruction done to us by Vega from street fighter and a lack of change in either of our wallets.
With a heavy sigh Clair slumped forward against the table resting her chest on the wooden surface and began playing with the coasters, moving them around and making them spin.
“Sorry Clair” I said again, hoping it might make her feel a little better, “w-when I get paid we’ll come back. I-it’ll be a month though, sorry.”
Clair sunk lower into the table from my statement, a defeated groan escaping her mouth yet again.
“Stupid ATM” Clair stated while holding a coaster between the tip of her pointer finger and the table and spinning it, “making me look stupid. I’m made of skin you’re just plastic, so who’s stupid now?! Right Skee skee?”
“Oh, um.” Thinking as quickly as I could, I did my best to come up with an answer that would raise Clairs spirit, and make me feel like less of a bad friend for not being able to help. “W-well, th-the ATM is an inanimate object with no ability to create memories or any other neuron processing abilities, so I guess you’re by far more intelligent then it.”
I smiled after finishing my statement, while mentally patting myself on the back. There was no way that didn’t make her happy.
Clairabell just looked at me with confusion. “The hell are Neurons?”
“O-oh, they’re a cell in your brain which transmits nerve impulses when specific actions are triggered. Memories are the result of specific neurons being activated when the brain recognizes certain stimuli such as patterns and such.” “. . .” “. . .”
“Ok beautiful, I’m gonna pretend what you said makes perfect sense to me.”
“Sorry.”
I felt my face get slightly red as Clair giggled at my expense. Well, she was feeling better at the very least.
“Oh” she said, jumping up and pulling her phone out of her pocket, “I’ll call daddy!”
I watched as Clairs red tipped finger tapped on her phone with the speed of a carnivorous animal attacking the first meal it had eaten in days and the hungry look in her eyes showing the clear determination she had to devour what she wanted in one swift bite.
Dang, I’m hungry.
She placed the phone to her ear and we waited speechlessly for an answer on the other end.
“Hi daddy” Clair practically shouted, a smile spread far across her face. However, her face full of joy soon became one of shock and confusion. “What!?”
“W-what’s wrong” I stuttered, as a feeling of dread set into my empty stomach.
“Daddy that’s not fair, you can’t- What!? You can’t be serious, it is not that big of a deal!”
“Clairabell?”
“¡Oh, Dios mío, papi, estás jodidamente loco! Sí, apuesto a que si fuera Essy, ¡lo dejarías pasar!”
And now she’s speaking Spanish. By this point I was fully aware that I was no longer relevant to this conversation.
“What? What!?”
With a loud humph Clair turned to me, an angry scowl on her face.
“Skee skee I’m going outside for a minute.”
“Wh- w-wait. Clair!”
Before I was able to protest my sudden abandonment Clair was already heading for the entrance of the arcade, yelling angrily into her phone as she did so.
Within seconds of her departure my whole body began to shake and my eyes began involuntarily darting around the building, unsure where my site should be landing or if I should even be looking at anything at all.
Beads of sweat began falling down my forehead and arms and my throat became suddenly dry as I became painfully aware of how warm this place had become.
Without really thinking I forced my watered down soda between my lips and drank the odd tasting liquid into my body.
As I set the now empty glass back onto the table my thoughts finally caught up to me and questions began flowing into my mind faster than they could be answered.
How many people are here?
Are they going to talk to me?
Should I talk to them?
Is it strange that I’m here alone?
Is it wrong to be here alone?
Where were my friends?
How much are the chicken strips here?
Should I scrounge around for quarters and play the games?
Is it okay for me to play the games without my friends around?
If I tried starting a conversation how long would it be until people yelled at me to leave?
How much are the chicken strips here?!
My brain began to ache from trying to answer the never ending onslaught of questions that I began attacking myself with.
Why did Clair have to take her call outside and leave me in this social battle zone where I am left completely defenseless with my subpar social skills and basically useless communicative abilities.
If Zee were here this feeling would most likely have been lessened and. . . come to think of it, where the heck was Zee?
I guess he’d messaged Clair a little after we’d gotten to the arcade, saying he would be a little late, but he’s normally not this late.
The idea that something bad had happened, or that Zee was in some sort of trouble added itself to my growing number of concerns.
I wish I had a book to read.
I wish I was plotting a masterly crafted revenge scheme with Edmond Dantes, or hunting for lost treasures alongside Jim Hawkins, or fighting alongside the knights of the round table for the glory of king Arthur, or learning how to try new things like green eggs and ham with Sam I am.
My fingers began tapping against the table without me telling them too, almost as if they were typing my thoughts onto an invisible keyboard so that I could read how pathetic I actually was.
No, wait. This isn’t right!
I desperately tried to swallow the knot that had formed in my throat and forced my fingers away from the table before they could make deeper scratches into it.
This was a blessing in disguise. An opportunity that the gods have presented to me so that I might better myself socially and become a proper adult which will benefit society at large.
Clenching my hands into fist, I stood up in my stall, turned towards the violent army of people laid before me, mentally readied my ammunition with various puns on super mario bros and tetris that were always great conversation starters (so I’ve heard), set my foot into the battle zone, and. . . immediately sat back down, my body shaking from my feet to my pony tail.
Hey, I made it a step! That’s a win right?
With a heavy sigh, I just continued sitting in my booth, waiting for Clairabell to return.
That’s when my eyes wandered upwards to the TVs above the bar and a gasp escaped my lips as a sense of awe took over my heart.
Plastered onto the three screens was the same image of a reporter standing in front of a city in North America that was covered in dust and smoke. She spoke with a composed and calm voice but her body was shaking all over and her arms would gesture wildly as she explained the situation.
Unfortunately, the sound was muted by the noises in the arcade but the camera shaking wildly and the cause of the destruction rising from the ground a few moments later made me certain of what was happening.
Not too far from the reporter and her camera crew a creature had emerged, dirt tumbling down its long serpentine body and the sun glistening off its dark red skin. As it sung its upper half towards the camera I saw that its face was nothing more than a large gaping hole lined with crooked teeth that spun into a dark, empty void.
An Olgoi-Khorkhoi, a Mongolian death worm, had invaded the city and destroyed it out of predatory instinct.
It was so cool!
I mean, not the city destroying part, that is awful for all parties involved, but the death worm itself is probably one of the most amazing animals on the planet!
First off, it actually isn’t even a worm, it is a dragon species which evolved into their current form after their specific species was forced to migrate to desert areas over millions of years ago. Second off It is a dragon!
And that’s not even the coolest part
As they adapted to their environment the worms, or wyrms as we can probably call them, developed thermosensitive scales which adjusted their body temperature according to how hot or cold it was keeping them safe from the deserts rapidly changing temperatures. Their scales would even change color depending on the temperature, red meaning cold and blue meaning warm. Also, they developed giant mouths and the ability to freaking eat anything!
Isn’t that awesome!?
Granted, this does make them rather dangerous when they wander into cities or towns and are extremely frustrating to get rid of. However, the fact that they live in deserts far underground and tend to stay in one place unless mating makes this an extremely rare event.
But when they do pop up, an even more amazing creature follows.
Just as the worm prepared to dive back into the ground a barrage of golden arrows rained down onto it.
The arrows didn’t seem to bother it but the large number of explosions that followed did as every arrow erupted into a cloud of smoke and flames.
Panicked, the giant creature began tossing around in every direction and two long tentacles appeared out of its mouth in a desperate attempt to catch its attacker only to find that the scales covering its body began to change from their current red color to a dark blue as a giant pillar of fire erupted around it.
As the flames cleared the now blue worm was shown wrapped in chains held by a man with bat-like wings, large horns sprouting from his head, and a tail ending in a sharp barb.
Props to the camera crew by the way, these shots are amazing. So clear too.
The winged man struggled against the worm as it thrashed around desperate to escape its bondage, with intense struggle causing more damage to the city and sending the man crashing into multiple buildings as he held onto his prey.
Moments after this struggle began another man, this one with a long orange ponytail and a large golden bow stepped into the camera shot.
He looked like a college athlete having a large build, broad shoulders, and noticeable muscles. He wasn’t as large or muscular as Zee but he still looked exactly as I dreamed these people would. People who traveled the world, discovering new lands, battling monsters and great evils, aided by any god they wanted to help them.
He looked like an adventurer.
Holding the bow he held up a pillar of blinding light formed around him only to vanish moments later as millions of golden arrows hovered in the air around the orange haired adventurer.
Taking aim at the worm, he pulled the string of his bow back, released it, and caused the arrows to go flying towards the monster, exploding on contact just like they did last time.
The adventurer then promptly turned towards the camera with a smug smile and a cocky look in his golden eyes. He started saying something to the reporter and her crew, which I couldn’t hear cause bar noises, only to be interrupted by his partner slamming into him.
The camera followed the two as they rolled into the ground and kept filming them as they began, I assume by the angry faces, yelling and arguing with each other.
They stopped soon however as something caught their attention.
The crew turned back towards the worm as a large lump began running up its body and a pillar of dirt, and chunks of the city erupted out of their mouths.
Interesting factoid about Mongolian death worms, they are capable of turning their stomachs inside out and can actually regurgitate whatever they’ve eaten like a super soaker blasting people in the face. It is awesome to look at but most likely not a fun experience when you’re in the direct vicinity when it happens.
The death worm began slowly turning towards the crew and adventures as it fired its pre eaten food with deadly force.
My heart beat filled my ears as I clutched my seat in anticipation for what would happen, hoping with everything that the heroes would pull out one final secret move to combat the attack.
Just then, a black flash shot through the air striking the death worm just as it was about to hit the crew and causing it to fall forward into the city.
I felt my eyes go wide at the images before me and my heart began to pound even louder as I waited for the worm to get back up and face its new challenger.
But, like all epics, this one has a rather disappointing ending.
The worm vanished. Like, straight up, just disappeared.
I eyed the TV with utter confusion and a feeling of disbelief at what had happened.
Then, another black flash shot down directly in front of the camera crew and standing there, with his award winning goofball smile, spiky black hair, and electric blue eyes was. . .
“Zee!”
I shot up out of my seat, my glasses nearly flying off my face when I did so, and watched as my friend stood in front of the wrecked city looking like a superhero. . . before sitting back down and hoping nobody had noticed my outburst.
This was probably what he meant when he said work and, to be honest, it was really stupid of me to be surprised by this.
I’ve seen videos of him locked in combat with creatures from around the world and even have some stuff that he brought me from those countries. But still, it was kind of surprising to see him on live TV.
How he defeated the worm when the other two adventurers were struggling to even damage it was also something that grabbed my curiosity and refused to let go.
So, naturally I continued to watch the TV in desperate anticipation for any clue I could gain from the scene in front of me. That is, until someone stepped in front of me and blocked my view and I suddenly felt my stomach grow tight and found that it was getting harder to take in air, almost like someone was slowly squeezing my neck until I couldn’t breathe properly.
A young man was standing in front of me, his freckled cheeks tinted with a bright pink as he rubbed behind his curly brown hair and his dark eyes refused to meet mine. Every now and then he’d glance over to, I’m assuming, his group of friends but other than that he didn’t really do or say anything for a few seconds.
Eventually he moved his lips but, for some reason, I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Instead my ears had become filled with a sharp buzzing noise that drowned out all other sources of sound.
The guy in front of me, the people having fun at the bar, even the sound of the video games that surrounded us had become muted to me.
I tried to respond as best I could but every time I thought of what to say the words were erased from my mind before I could get them out of my mouth.
Then, in an instant all the noise shot back into my ears and I was greeted by the laughs of people having fun and the video games that had been entertaining them.
“So, yeah” the guy in front of me said, as he rubbed the back of his head and tried not to look at his feet, “ . . .you-you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I completely understand!”
He glanced around a bit more, his face beat red, as he waited for my response to the question I didn’t know.
What should I say? What should I do? These questions repeated themselves in my mind over and over again and no matter what I thought of it felt like the wrong answer.
Sweat began to drip down my body as my fingers started playing an invisible piano again. All while I stared blankly at the stranger in front of me who was patiently waiting for my response.
I clutched the hem of my skirt in my other hand and twisted the fabric until my heart stopped pounding in my chest.
This person was trying to interact and start a conversation with me, and I was just staring at him like how a child stares at something they don’t understand.
I owed him a response, didn’t I?
Swallowing the lump made of air that was clogging my throat I mentally readied my words and, with all causian thrown to the wind, I let the first answer that I could come up with out of my mouth.
“I have to pee?”
We both looked wide eyed at each other in silence once more as we pondered my question, which I really wasn’t sure why I asked.
“Oh, uh yeah, okay. I’ll just get out of your way.”
I watched as he stumbled back to his table where I could see his friends laughing and patting him on the back.
It took me a few minutes to remember that I asked to go to the bathroom, even though I don’t have to, and that I should probably start making my way towards there.
My legs jerked my body out of the booth and I began to stagger blindly through the crowd of people, bumping into bodies without realizing it and all around being the nuisance that I am.
As my breath shook its way out of my lungs I clutched the marble counter in front of me as I tried to steady my body.
Somehow, I managed to make it to the bathroom.
I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten to the bathroom, heck I wasn’t even sure I was still in the arcade, but I ultimately managed to complete the task I had absentmindedly assigned myself.
. . .
Now what do I do?
I couldn’t exactly go back out, but if I didn’t and Clair came back she might get worried.
She could probably figure out where I was but she might get mad at me for making her go through this, or get mad at the guy who tried talking to me, or call the cops to try and find me, or. . .
I looked at myself in the mirror and felt my stomach turn at the site of my reflection and I asked myself the same question I’d been asking for a few years now.
What is wrong with me?
Like usual, I couldn’t bring myself to come up with a good answer and just ended up messing with my blonde hair a little cause the bangs kept getting in front of my glasses.
With a sigh I continued to stand in front of the bathroom sinks my fingers tapping the marble that they were made of. I could leave soon, but for now I would have to wait, and probably think up an apology for Clairabell and the boy I was rude too.
For now though, I should keep my mind busy.
As I began tracing circles in the small puddles of water scattered around the counter a thought popped into my head. A little idea to keep my brain occupied and off uncomfortable subject matter.
Placing my hands under the automatic faucet I took a deep breath as the warm water began to pour out soaking my fingers and palms. Once my hands were significantly wet enough I slowly pulled them away, letting the water dribble onto the counter in front of me and whispered the word which I had to say.
“Undine.”
The moment the name slipped out of my mouth the water in front of me began to gather into my hands until it eventually formed a small ball. It was sort of like a large glass marble with how clear and shiny it was.
I smiled a little as I balanced the liquid in my hands before clutching it tightly with my fingers as I began pulling and stretching it.
Doing my best to make sure that the water held its shape I began twisting and turning it, like a baker molding their doe into the shape they wish to form but unsure what that actually was.
Eventually my hands began to move without my input as my mind pieced together what I wanted to create.
I started to smooth out the water until it was a sort of oval shape making sure that one end was a bit thicker than the other and that the smaller end had a bit of a curve to it before I tugged at the bottom until there was a peg on the sides which I slimmed down a little.
Next, I pinched the small end and twisted the water around before pulling at it making a long, curly, “tail” appear.
Then I cupped my hands around the top and started pushing some water upwards before turning it forward away from the body and did my best to give it a sort of boxy triangle shape. Tugging on either end of the shape I pulled two smaller triangles up and rubbed in them to make sure they were slightly dented inwards. And, just to add texture, I pushed my thumbs into the sides of the large triangle beneath where I had made the small dented ones before adding two much larger dents near the tip.
Brushing my hand down the back of the “neck” I made a long flowing main appear and finally sat my shape down on the counter, it’s shape holding so long as I focused on it.
My horse made of water sat perfectly on the marble in front of me, the light reflecting off its clear liquid body as a little water droplets dripped down it.
Butterflies tickled my stomach as I felt myself smile involuntarily.
It wasn’t anything special, in fact I’m sure looked awful compared to other peoples creations. But, I don’t know, guess I just really liked how it turned out.
Oh, I know!
Reaching into my skirt pocket I fumbled around a bit until my hands felt the cold metal of my zippo lighter resting just below my house key. I ran my thumb across my initials that my grandpa had emblemed onto its surface, just to make sure that it was mine, before pulling it out.
I flipped the top up and a small flame almost immediately materialized.
Holding the fire just below my little horse's head I tried my best to split my focus between the water and the fire in my hand.
“Salamander.”
With that word out of my mouth the flame started swirling around my little horse wrapping itself around its body, legs, and head before slowly sinking into the water. Unlike normal fire though, it didn’t extinguish but instead formed a small ball in the center and made my horses “eyes” glow a bright orange.
The horse then reared back on its back legs and let out a loud whine before it began galloping around the counter as if it were on an open field.
It was ultimately a simple spell, using fire to give life to a small object was sort of the second thing you need to learn when studying elemental magic after all.
But the sight of my little horsey galloping around made me feel as giddy as if I were a little kid. It was so cute that I couldn’t help but clap a little when it came alive.
Not wanting to stop there though, I placed my hand just above my horse while it grazed on a small puddle near the sink.
“Sylph”.
Instantly, wind began to shoot from my hand and, just like the fire, wrapped itself around my little horsey before going inside it.
My horse looked up from its water as two large wings popped out of its back.
Almost instinctively, it began running forward and started flapping its brand new wings until it lifted itself off the ground and began soaring all around the bathroom. It took to flying pretty easily if I do say so myself.
As I watched my little horse flap around I felt my mind start to clear and a sort of calmness began to settle over me. My shoulders relaxed and my muscles seemed to loosen up, as I let myself fall into a dazed state.
I didn’t have to think about going back into the arcade, about worrying Clair, or upsetting the guy who tried to talk to me. All I had to do was watch my little creation enjoy the life I had given it.
“Hi blondie!” Zee said, his head resting on my shoulder.
I let out a loud scream as I fell forward, grabbing the counter to regain my balance.
“Alex” I responded, my heart pounding wildly in my chest again, “What the heck dude!?”
“Sorry” he said, even though that smile of his told me he wasn’t sorry at all, “I came to use the bathroom and when I saw you zoning out I thought to myself, hey, let’s mess with her.”
“Wow, so glad my reaction of fear was to your liking. I’m afraid I am currently unable to do encourse however as my throat is currently killing me because of you.”
Zee then promptly gasped and looked at me with worry.
“Oh my goodness my lady, I meant you no harm” he responded, his body moving dramatically with every word, “perish the thought as I am but a humble servant in thine lords grace.”
“Dude what?”
“Oh woe is me, to have acted in such an ungentlemanlike way to such a fair lass such as yourself.”
Zee then, with all the acting ability of a highschooler trying not to fail drama class, placed his hands to his chest, spun in place and fell back first into my arms.
“Can you ever forgive me?”
“I’ll think about it” I assured him, doing my best not to giggle, before dropping him to the floor.
“Yaa” he said, as he laid on the bathroom floor of the arcade, “she’ll think about it.”
This causes me to let out a laugh. Dang it Zee, let me be mad at you.
As he pulled himself off the floor, and sat on the counter, a sudden realization hit me and I began to panic.
“Zee, you can’t be in here!”
“Hey, this is a free country, my bodily fluids are just as good as anybody else's.
“No dude, this is the girls room!”
“Really? Those must be the decorative waterfalls then.”
He pointed behind me and my face became instantly red as I saw what he was talking about.
“Oh my gods” I gasped as I gazed at the three urinals next to the two bathroom stalls, “this isn’t the girls room.”
“Meh, gendered bathrooms are bull crap anyways.”
“I shouldn’t be in here!”
“Dude, relax. Most of the people here are too drunk to even walk into the bathroom and a lot of them probably won’t mind seeing you is that a pegasus?”
We both looked as my little horsey landed next to Zee on the counter and began grazing on the puddles it found.
“It’s my little horsey” I told him, almost instantly forgetting about the whole bathroom thing, “I got a little bored and-”
“Its name is raindrop.”
“ . . .Dude, yes! Come here raindrop.”
I patted my lap but Raindrop simply went back to flying around to its hearts content. It’ll get used to the name eventually.
“Oh dude” Zee exclaimed, standing up on the counter, “check this out.”
Reaching to his left I watched as Zees hand slowly disappeared and a humming noise began to fill the air around us. After a few seconds he pulled his hand back revealing that he was now holding a small jar filled with dirt and a small red serpent-like creature.”
“No way, is that?”
“A 100% middle eastern, male, Mongolian death worm? Yes, yes it is.”
He handed me the amazing creature before jumping off the counter.
“I fed him a few runes so he’d shrink down and decided it’d be fun to keep him around until I’m near Egypt or Turkey again. Did have to get all the dead bodies out of him first though.”
“Going to pretend I didn’t hear that last part” I responded as I watched the little wormy wrap around the stick Zee had placed in there and start relaxing.
“In all fairness the people he ate are alive now, because of yours truly, so it all evens out.”
“Are they in anyway zombies?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny that the use of zombification was in play here.”
I let myself giggle a little at my friends' slight ridiculousness before returning my attention to the little fella in my hands.
“Ooh, let’s name him Mr.Worms.”
“Nah, that’s too predictable.”
“So is Raindrop and you didn’t see me turn down that name.”
“How about cinnamon? Cause of the red scales.”
“His scales aren’t always red though.”
“Oh yeah that’s right.”
“Hmm, maybe Sandy?”
“Naw, I’m saving that name for my pet squirrel. How about-”
All of a sudden, we were interrupted by the sound of Zees phone ringing.
“Oh” he said, “hold on.”
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone which was encased a pink, kitten shaped cover.
“Moshi moshi” he responded.
“WHERE ARE YOU” I heard Clair scream on the other end.
“Oh hey, Clairabell baby. Long time no see. How is that hunk of a fiance of yours, still a wiz in the sack?”
I couldn’t hear Clairs response, but Zees smirk told me that he got the reaction he wanted.
“Alright, alright we’ll be out in a sec. Love you snookums.”
Zee made a kissy noise into the phone, and I could hear Clair growling angrily, before he hung up.
“Well” he said, grabbing his new pet out of my hand, “let’s go make sure Clairabell doesn’t start murdering people out of worry.”
“Oh, um, okay.”
Zee placed the worm back into the space he pulled him out of and we walked out of the restroom, Raindrop following after us.
To my surprise the bar had become quieter and the patriots had almost all disappeared.
How long had I been in the bathroom for?
Before I could figure out the answer to my question I suddenly felt two, squishy and soft, round orbs smash against my face as I was swept off my feet.
“Skee skee” Clairabell said as she hugged me, and pushed my head into her chest, “I was so worried!”
“C-Clair” I said, doing my best to push her away, “I can’t breath.”
My pleads for mercy were promptly met with Clair tightening the hug until I could feel my body being crushed.
“What” Zee whined, “no love for the hero who found the missing girl.”
Clair, finally loosened her grip, as she turned towards Zee.
“And where the hell were you?”
“Africa.”
The fact that he was able to say this without batting an eye both annoyed, and actually didn’t surprise, me or Cair.
“So” he continued, “what games do you guys wanna play?”
“We’re out of quarters” I told him as I was still held in Clairs arms.
“ . . .Was it Vega?”
“Vega is a cheating asshole” Clair argued, nearly crushing me again.
“Clairabell” I whined,but received no response.
Zee simply smiled coily and crossed his arms.
“Well, it seems you gals are in quite the predicament. To be faced with such a powerful opponent but with no way of defeating him. Truly, I feel nothing but the utmost sorrow at your predicament. Infact, I feel the need to donate all of my earthly possessions to your noble cause.”
“So you’ll give us quarters” I said, finally escaping Clairs grip.
“I wasn’t done hugging you” she promptly stated before grabbing me again.
“Watch where you’re touching please!”
“Hmm, yes, I would love to donate this treasure which you commonly call quarters. . . but I broke.”
We stood in silence for a sec.
“Say what?”
“I broke. I don’t have any money. Me is poor.”
“So why’d you offer us the quarters” Clair asked, squeezing me again. She probably would have snapped me in half if I didn’t manage to squirm free.
“It was fun,” Zee answered, his signature smirk returning.
Clairabell and I simply glared at him, the fact that we could never defeat Vega now actually annoying us more then Zee was.
“Oh come on don’t be mad” he said before rushing over to us and lifting both me and Clairabell over his shoulders, “for I know where our adventure can continue.”
“Hey, hey, hey” I protested as I was once again, unwillingly picked up.
“Yes” Zee answered, even though nobody asked a question, “a magical place in which dreams and happiness are bound. A place where we can be free to do as we please, and be who we are meant to be.”
“Skyes place” Clairabell asked.
“Yep”
“Hey wait guys” I started to say, “I should probably ask my pare-”
Before I could finish my sentence Zee began rushing to the exit, still holding me and Clair on his shoulders.
As we ran through the bar none of us could help letting out laughs and allowing smiles to grow on our faces.
We simply ignored the people around us and set out on our epic adventure.
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[Jonghyun / Taemin] Spring Runs in My Blood (Part 1)
Rating: R-ish Warning: none (yet) Genre: soulmate au Length: ~7694 (this part)
A/N: I rarely write JongTae and I never write soulmate aus so, my gratitude to @minhoandthebabes for allowing me to indulge in both with her. Title is a reference to the poem 봄 by Yoon Dongju
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It wasn't the timer itself but the anticipation of it going off that led Jonghyun to the cafe. Not fate, not kismet. No. It was purely nerves. That's what he told himself later on.
In all honesty, his nerves had been performing calisthenics ever since he'd hit the "three months to go" mark and they'd sat him down for an orientation at work. What to expect and what not to expect, they’d told him--expect to be surprised, pleasantly or otherwise; don't expect sex right off the bat. Everyone went through an orientation like that, he was assured. Everyone was given a full rundown on the physical and emotional changes that were to come in the following… rest of his life, really. That's the standard duration spent with a soulmate, anyway. A lifetime.
So there he was, in the cafe, definitely not predestined to be there and simply craving caffeine before an important meeting with an important client. His head was in the bulky presentation he still needed to review, not on some stupid sequence of numbers on his wrist. Definitely not on the damn numbers, because they caught him by surprise. After all, time doesn't wait. Not for clients and not for meetings.
As he was placing his order, his wrist began vibrating.
"Oh hell…" he mumbled to himself, clutching at the string of green zeros as if to hide a shameful scar. “I can’t do this right now!” he thought as his eyes roved the cafe, looking for other victims of similar misfortune, other people panicking just like him. Anyone else with a soulmate problem? he silently--desperately--called out in his mind. Anyone at all?
Taemin went there often. The wifi was great, the coffee he didn't really care about. Snacks were nice too, and the barista was hot. At least, he'd tried to get her number and she hadn't slapped him, so that was a plus. Many years later as he recounted the memory for guests, he insisted he visited the place to escape his mother's nagging and his brother's domestics.
But really, he only went there for the wifi.
When he was just about to execute a perfect KO against another player, his timer buzzed. He jumped in surprise, yelled out a shocked “shit!”, did everything he wasn't supposed to do. And sent his drink flying onto an old man in a suit.
"Yah!" the man barked indignantly. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"A-ahh…! Why'd you sit so close to me, then?" Taemin complained in response. He looked back at his computer to find he'd been defeated and that his opponent--some guy from Taipei--was sending him all kinds of trash talk in celebration. "Ahhh!" he let out another disappointed sound.
The old man stared incredulously at him. "You punk...! Do you have any idea how expensive this suit is?!" he demanded, waving his lapel wildly, drops of juice flying from the action.
"Do you have any idea how good that drink was?!" Taemin snapped back, a few other patrons within earshot snorted. "What?" Taemin replied to them too. "It was really good, OK?! Had like little bits of pineapple and everything! And now your… stupid expensive suit is drinking all of it. You should be the one sorry to me, ahjussi!"
"Oh, I'll show you sorry--" the man glowered and rolled up his sleeves.
Jonghyun rubbed a hand on his forehead. "These idiots are being too noisy…" he muttered, still looking around. "How will I find that person now?!"
"--you need to watch your tone, young man!" the ahjussi yelled.
"I'm not a young man!" Taemin fought back, then realised that was incorrect. "I mean. I'm young and I'm a man. But. No, wait--" he held his hands out in front of himself to compute the situation, but the buzzing on his arm continued to be a distraction for his already addled brain. "Ahhh this stupid stupid timer going off right now!" he slapped the place like that would help stop it.
Had Jonghyun not been eavesdropping, he wouldn't have caught that. "Wh--what?" he narrowed his eyes, walking over to the scene and addressing the young and disoriented guy. "E-excuse me?" he started.
"Wat?"
"May I see your uhm…" he gestured to the other's arm, holding his own out. "May I see it?"
Taemin looked from the offered limb to the man. "Why?"
Jonghyun rolled his eyes in exasperation and grabbed the guy's hand to compare their timers. The buzzing stopped, a sign that they really were a match. He looked around the cafe and no one else seemed to be coming forward. "You’ve got to be--! Are you really the one?" he demanded, like that made absolutely no sense.
Taemin scratched his head. "The one what?"
It was the ahjussi with the ruined suit who came to their rescue. "Oh… I see," he backed away from them, his threats dissipating. "Uhh. Congrats," he waved his hand dismissively at them and left their side.
As more people around them caught on, they started to clap, the applause growing in a wave until every single pair of eyes in the cafe was on them. Taemin’s confused face slowly split into a grin, and then he waved at the other patrons like he was some kind of celebrity.
Jonghyun, on the other hand, wanted to shrink away in shame.
A barista came over with a tray, a gift set of two matching cups and several coupons for free drinks on it. "Congratulations, sirs," she bowed to them and smiled pleasantly. "Please accept these on our behalf, and make sure to post about this wonderful coincidence on your SNS!” She gestured politely to the large glass front of the cafe. “The nearest Soulmate Depot is across the street. Please be careful on your way, and visit us again soon!"
"Waaahhh~" Taemin accepted the gifts happily. "This is all so--!"
"Unbelievable..." Jonghyun completed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "W-wait," he had a sudden thought. "Are you even eighteen?"
"Why does that matter…?" Taemin scowled before his expression lightened. "Wait, you're gay?!" he pointed a ridiculing finger at the man as he laughed, then stopped with shock in his eyes. "Wait, I'm gay?!" he touched his chest. "But… girls think I'm hot."
Jonghyun nearly swooned and fainted at the stupidity. "Please come with me," he said in a very strict and very formal tone.
"What?! Where?!" Taemin defended himself. But his arm was tugged and he was left with no choice. He packed his things, hurriedly stuffing them into a backpack, and followed the other out.
It had snowed recently. The ground was slippery and the sky overcast. Someone at Jonghyun’s office had circulated news that there was a storm coming later in the week. But considering how insane his day had been so far, he wouldn't have been shocked if the sky started spitting a blizzard down at them any minute. As they walked towards the depot, he hugged his coat closer around himself.
"How old are you?" his inquiry had an impersonal tone.
"Uhh… twenty-six?" Taemin replied, counting on his fingers. "I think?"
You think? Jonghyun wondered if this guy was on drugs. He was sure he couldn’t handle an addict for a soulmate. "Uhm. By any chance, have you completed high-school?" he continued his questions.
"Duh," the other snorted. "I'm not some. Uhh. Imbecile?" he confirmed the word with Jonghyun. "Yeah, yeah. Imbecile. I have a job and all, OK?"
"Oh. May I ask where you work?" Jonghyun stopped walking and took out his phone, held it at the ready to cross-check the information.
"Ahhh why're you asking all this stuff?!" Taemin jiggled a finger in his ear. "So annoying…"
The other grit his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure. "Sir, if we're about to spend the rest of our lives together, I'd feel more comfortable knowing all this.”
"Oh," Taemin blinked. "Fair," he shrugged. "Uhh, I mean. I said I have a job but uhm--"
Here comes the clincher, Jonghyun thought.
"Heh. See, I did have a job. But then I went to the army for two years, and then I had only two months to go on my timer and nobody would give me a job. So now," Taemin chuckled stupidly. "I'm… unemployed?"
It didn't sound as bad as Jonghyun had expected it to be. Maybe not a druggie, just a weirdo. Still bad, but maybe he could learn to live with it. "And… may I ask how you survive, sir?"
Taemin picked his nose as he answered, completely bored now. "Well, hyung found his soulmate last year. They married and get a stipend from the state. And eomma and appa… they do what they can," he said with a noncommittal shrug, getting his hand slapped away from his face by a disgusted Jonghyun.
Moving on from the place and the subject, Taemin blinked at the large blue and white sign above their heads when they’d arrived across the street from the cafe. "I've never been inside one of these…" he spoke with awe, then turned to explain to the other. "You know. Cause I didn't have a soulmate before. But. Now I do. So. Yeah."
"I gathered," Jonghyun spoke from behind gritted teeth. He was losing his patience with all this. "Let's just get this over with."
They were asked to present their wrists to a scanner each. After a series of beeps and blinking lights, the door hushed open for them. They looked around the empty hallway, its walls and ceiling and even carpeting a pristine white.
"Whoa…" Taemin let out.
Soon, a woman with a confident gait walked over and stopped before them with a bow. "Welcome to Nonhyeon Soulmate Depot! Congratulations on beginning your journey together. We hope to give you all the information you need before you can go on and make happy and wonderful memories!" she bowed again and gestured for them to go through a tall set of doors at the far end of the hallway.
They shuffled over together, and a second wrist scan later were allowed into a much larger room filled with desks and cubicles and mechanical apparatus of all kinds.
"Whoa!" Taemin gushed again.
While the place looked full, it wasn't really. Only a handful of other couples were scattered around, seated at different tables. Each was being instructed by pleasant-faced officials, pointing at pamphlets or screens, talking with exaggerated motions, directing them to their next stop.
"Whoa--" Taemin started to express his amazement a third time when he was cut off by an irate Jonghyun.
"I think we should call someone over to help.”
On cue, a woman walked over to them, her air professional but her smile tight like she wasn't impressed with what they had to offer. "Welcome," she bowed as well. "This won't take very long. We've got biometrics over there--" she began to walk, pointing to various cubicles as they passed them. "Blood test over here, general physical test over here, eyesight and hearing here, urine test in the far end over by the toilet signs. And over here--" she stopped at one point. "We'll require your national ID numbers to link you up on our database," she explained. "Standard procedure. We also have an in-house specialist providing advice on pregnancy, but you won't be needing that."
"Oh. Why not?" Taemin asked with some disappointment.
The woman turned to him with exasperation. "Because you're both men. Now, come this way please…"
As they were herded from place to place, Jonghyun was constantly shocked by the man and his ridiculously dumb questions. The officers at the HQ seemed to have a very high threshold for nonsense, but Jonghyun--not a chance. He went eagerly when they separated them for individual interrogation.
In return for his curiosity, Taemin was asked all kinds of questions too. Did he have cancer. Did anyone in his family have cancer. Was he allergic to anything, did he have any phobias, was he currently on any special medication. Was there any history of mental illness in his family, or in his own life. He tried answering as faithfully as he could, even when some of the questions were complicated. Soon, he was starting to feel uncomfortable with all the measuring and weighing and poking and prodding he was being subjected to.
But when they were finally brought to the last counter, he was told he'd get a monthly stipend of five million won with a potential for increase depending on how their relationship progressed. Taemin nearly jumped for joy, doing a little jig when they were reunited again.
"Five-mill-yun, Five-mill-yun," he sang as Jonghyun watched him, embarrassed and wanting desperately to leave. The relief he felt when a woman came up to them and said they were free to go, was unparalleled. He stormed off into the night, wishing this was all a very elaborate nightmare his hysterical brain had conjured up, and that he'd wake up laughing about it.
But, nope.
"Hey…!" Taemin chased him down, almost slipping on ice. "Hey, wait!" he called after the other, reaching him only to keel over and breathe with difficulty. "What's--what's your name, though?!"
"I am Kim Jonghyun," came the stiff reply. "And you are…?"
"Taemin. Lee Taemin," he said with a bright smile. "Sixty-fifth nephew of the great Lee… Lee uhh," he scratched his head. "What was that philosopher dude's name again…?" he asked himself before flapping his wrist to dismiss his own thoughts. "Never mind. Nice to meet you anyway," he nodded and walked beside the guy for several feet.
It was only fifteen minutes later that Taemin stopped in confusion. "Wait, wait. Am I supposed to come with you?"
Jonghyun gave him a deprecating look. "Sir. I understand we are soulmates. But right now, I have more important things to attend to. Please," he gestured back the way they’d come. "Let me be on my way."
Taemin frowned. "But… numbers," he said like that explained everything.
Jonghyun huffed tiredly. "May I have your phone?" he held his own out. When he had both devices, he passed them against each other. "There. You have my details now. May I go?"
Taemin started to nod, but then held up a finger. "W-wait. They gave me--" he fished through the pockets of his large and puffy jacket before pulling out a box of condoms and holding it as if triumphantly. "These."
Jonghyun felt his face burn. "Goodbye!" he barked and scuttled away in urgency.
"So rude…!" Taemin scowled and spun on his heel to walk in the opposite direction. Once again, he made it several steps before he stopped and rang the newly added contact on his phone.
"Yes?!" Jonghyun hissed.
"Uhh, I'm lost. Where's the nearest station?"
Jonghyun nearly burst out in tears. Why did he have to walk into that café?
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At home, Taemin was asked eager questions by his family. Who was it? What kind of person were they? Where did they live? Were they coming to pick him up that night? Was he moving out soon? He brushed all their inquiries away like he did with anything they'd ever asked of him.
Then he returned to playing video games again.
On the other, posher side of town, Jonghyun's coworkers easily forgave him for being late. The important meeting turned into a discussion about his soulmate, major project stakeholders and clients turning into gossip mongers within the blink of an eye. Jonghyun shifted uncomfortably from the attention to his personal life, happy to finally leave the room when the meeting was adjourned.
"You're happy, though?" Jinki asked him at the end of the day.
"Hardly," Jonghyun tried to keep the whine out of his voice but couldn't help it. "He's an idiot."
Jinki chuckled. "I'm sure he's not that bad."
Little did he know that over the duration of one week, Taemin would be the direct result of ensuing disaster.
To be fair, he did nothing out of the ordinary--he spent his time sitting in front of a screen and stuffing his face with junk food. His phone rang several times, but he ignored it. His mother knocked on his door at mealtimes but he ignored that, too. His hyung finally walked in and tried to fight the game controller out of his hands, but he resisted it until he couldn't.
By the end of the third day, there were weird headaches that lasted hours--pangs that nearly blinded him with tears. Then, his stomach started to get upset, rejecting everything he ate regardless of how healthy and nourishing his mother insisted it was. His father bought a bag of red ginseng to boil for him, his sister-in-law found a good acupuncturist in the neighborhood. They did their best to ignore his stubbornness, to stop his health from failing the way it was. But every remedy every solution was accompanied by the same, very strict advice.
"You need to go be with your soulmate."
Jonghyun knew this would happen, just as he knew he would probably end up suffering the same illness. As time wore on, he felt shittier and shittier and his health got worse and worse. And although Roo’s company would usually comfort him in such times, there was no curing this with puppy tricks and silly games.
When his stomach took a break from heaving its contents, he crawled out of the bathroom and rested against whatever he could find before reaching for his phone. He texted instead of calling. “I assume your condition is just as bad as mine,” he managed to write in formal words, despite the shudder in his hands. “Please come to this location, I believe meeting may help us.”
Taemin, in a daze of sickness and pain, wrote back a “who dis” to the location pin, before rolling away and falling asleep. His phone rang frantically for a long time in response to that, but there was simply no rousing him.
Somewhere across the river, a man let out an agonized and indignant yell of annoyance.
It was several hours later that Taemin could finally gather the strength and fortitude to sit up in bed, then waddle his way out of his room. It took him a long while to stop swooning and shrug on a jacket, leaving his home to the happy encouragement of his entire family. Outside, the air was biting cold, but the sun was out for a change. It reinforced his courage to keep going--he’d feel better soon, he thought to himself. A few minutes out in the fresh air would do him well. Right?
Wrong.
In a cold sweat, hanging off the side of a pedestrian bridge, he threw up again. Walking had been a bad idea. Being outside had been a bad idea. Thinking was a bad idea, too, he realized from under the haze of his splitting headache. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and cursed loudly, answering the call.
“Where the hell are you?” Jonghyun’s impatient voice immediately berated.
“I… I don’t know where I am!” Taemin whined, looking around for signs. “Come--come get me, I’m dying!
“You’re not dying, just… just send me your location, OK? I’ll come to you.”
It took them a while to navigate around each other, sharing directions and several calls filled with colorful language. Jonghyun’s head reeled with more than his sickness, and he had to try very hard not to just give up and fall onto the side of the street himself. But they did finally manage to find each other, and to their credit, Taemin wasn’t yet comatose enough to not recognize his soulmate and latch onto him as soon as he was within arm’s reach.
Relief filled them the minute they came into contact with each other, a long and heavy sigh escaping their mouths in unison. Jonghyun brushed the dirt off of Taemin’s clothes, muttering something about lying on the sidewalk like a homeless man, and then he piled them onto a bus.
By the time they’d arrived at his apartment building, they were both walking upright again.
“Is… this a kidnapping?” Taemin shattered all hope of a civil conversation the minute he opened his mouth.
“Yes,” Jonghyun replied sarcastically. “Man kidnaps his own soulmate, of course, what a terrible and common crime. In what world would that even make sense?!” he yelled.
“Y-you could be into…” Taemin gestured wildly, even though his argument held no conviction. “Organ trafficking!” If he had any other protests to make in that line of thought, they were all invalidated when he was yanked into an elevator.
“Wait… is this your house? Are you taking us to your apartment?” he asked as they waited in the lift car. “Do you have video games?”
“No…” Jonghyun shook his head, frowning. “Why?”
The other made a disgusted face. “What kind of person doesn’t have video games…” he mumbled, pulling out his phone and switching it to game mode. A hologram appeared above his screen, accompanied by the sounds of clashing swords and grunted exclamations.
Jonghyun scoffed, then snatched the device away. “Hey--” he said sternly, putting the device out of reach of the other as a struggle ensued. “Hey, listen to me! I’m bringing you into my house because we need to spend time with each other. Do you understand? That means no video games, no sulking in different rooms, no doing our own things, OK?” he explained. “Do you understand me?”
“Yeah, yeah, stop shouting,” Taemin complained when he gave up, covering his ear and mumbling something about feisty old men. He plodded after the other when they arrived at their floor, hands deep in his pockets and eyes on the carpet. “What are we going to do then?” he pouted as Jonghyun unlocked his front door. “You don’t have video games, you don’t look like a fun guy, and--” he suddenly brightened with an idea.
“Do we fuck?”
Jonghyun let out a choked noise. “N-no!” he denied, hesitating for a minute before allowing the other into his home. “We don’t even know each other yet!”
“But I mean…” Taemin followed his host indoors. “We’re two guys, aren’t we? Are we supposed to fuck? I don’t even know how we would fuck. Do you know how we would fuck? I don’t think we can fuck. What happens if we do fuck? Do I fuck you or do you fuck me? Is fucking even legal between two guys? Are we supposed to fuck in this neighborhood--?”
“Can you!” Jonghyun whirled and covered the man’s mouth. “Stop saying fuck so much?” he hissed. “It’s… it’s making me nervous!”
Taemin frowned, but nodded. But as was in his nature, when he was let go of, he muttered a single and unnecessary “fuck” and then ran away into another room.
“What has my life come to…” Jonghyun sobbed as he watched the other clown around in his apartment, opening door after door and peeking in.
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When he’d calmed the guy down and handed him a glass of juice, they sat across from each other in the TV lounge, studying one another--or at least, Jonghyun did the studying while Taemin simply hummed tunelessly and sipped from a curly plastic straw. We’re adults, Jonghyun thought to himself. Right? Even if he’s a moron, we’re adults, we can deal with this like adults. This is no big deal.
“So. Uhm. Since you were so enthusiastic about it. Have you uhh…” he made a vague gesture at the man’s torso. “You know. Ever explored? Down there?”
Taemin frowned as he sipped noisily. “What, you mean Australia?” he asked. “No, I’ve never even crossed the equator before. Why’re you asking about travel all of a sudden?”
Jonghyun nearly fainted. No, he realized. We’re not adults. “I’m asking about your… you know! Man things!” he gestured wildly, a jabbing action at the other's crotch.
Taemin let out a low sound of comprehension. "Right, yeah, uhh--" he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Yeah. Sometimes. When there's. You know. Girl groups on TV and stuff," he shrugged.
"Girl groups," Jonghyun repeated to confirm. "On TV."
"Yeah, why--" Taemin pouted a little, sitting up in the armchair, feeling a little defensive. "You haven't?"
Jonghyun made a motion of the hands as if to say obviously that's a stupid thing to do, and I would never do that. "Wait, so," he started again after an awkward pause. "You… you like girls?"
Taemin scratched his forehead. "I… I've never been with one," he answered honestly. "Never been with anyone."
Jonghyun studied him at that, watched the way he sat, the way he shifted and scratched and worried his lip. Watched his nervous tics and his curious eyes. He leaned back in his chair and watched for a long time--somehow unbothered by how his staring could be perceived by the other. Somehow unconcerned with that etiquette for now.
Growing self-conscious by the minute, Taemin bounced his leg nervously as he looked around the apartment. "You live alone?" he asked before noticing the water dish in the corner. "You… you have a doggy?" he pronounced the word like a kid would.
"Hmm?" Jonghyun perked up a little at that. "You like doggies--I mean. Dogs?" he asked. "I can… I can let her out, if you're OK with them?"
Taemin’s eyes took on a gleam when he nodded eagerly. "Can I pet?"
Roo struggled in Jonghyun's arms, barking at the stranger when he walked her out. With each step she growled, baring her teeth.
Taemin's hand reach out tentatively for her to sniff. When she was satisfied he wasn't a threat she continued her barking until he giggled and offered more of his hand, scratching her neck. "Such a good girl…" he hushed. "How old?" he looked up at Jonghyun with awestruck eyes.
"Two years," the other replied with some pride.
For a while that's all Taemin did, playing with the pup, watching her perform her tricks, feeding her a treat or two, cackling gleefully when she licked his face. Jonghyun watched them with fondness, thinking this wasn't so bad after all. The man was an idiot, yes. And he had no experience with relationships, sure. But at least he wasn't some jerk. At least he wasn't an asshole--at least he wasn't a complete mismatch. That's what Jonghyun had been most afraid of.
Later that day as Roo ate, Taemin sat nearby ruffling the soft fur between her ears. "You want kids, don't you?" he asked his host.
Jonghyun was taken aback by the sudden question. "Why… what makes you say that?"
"My hyung says… he says that only people who can't have kids keep doggies now," Taemin replied.
There was a long silence between them at that, until Jonghyun broke it with an almost unintelligible, "Do you want kids?"
Taemin blinked at the other, looking to where he stood cleaning dishes. "I don't think I could afford to raise a child," he admitted.
Jonghyun took off his gloves and motioned around them at the apartment, at its large space, apparently designed for a family. "You don't have to do it alone, now. We can use both our stipends."
The other shook his head. "I want to use that money to… to help my family."
"Uhh…?" Jonghyun raised an eyebrow at that. "Isn't that money meant for us? For this relationship?" He frowned at Taemin. "Are there… does your family have financial difficulties?"
A nonchalant shrug replied. "Eomma used to work until she hurt her back and appa retired three years ago. Now hyung earns everything in a house of four, so… my stipend will help?" he reasoned. "Why. Do you--should I give that money to you?"
Jonghyun tutted. "No, of course not. But--" his frown deepened. "Why don't you get a job again?"
Taemin whined. "Like I haven't tried?!" he insisted, walking back to the armchair and falling into it with a pout. "They keep giving the job to people with more time, more freedom. Single people. People with no soulmates…" he complained. "Why is it so unfair?"
"That's… that doesn't seem right to me," Jonghyun shook his head, joining the other across the table. "Workplace equality includes people like us. We're protected by the law. You should complain about that to the--"
Taemin excitedly pointed at the other. "That's exactly what I say to them at every interview!" he nearly yelled. "... before they ask me to leave," he wilted in place.
Jonghyun thought about that. He had heard of people leaving the company before, citing an increase in responsibilities once they had a soulmate and a family to look after. He’d heard of it happening to others. But if the truth was that they were being let go in exchange for younger yet-unconnected workers with several years ahead of them before their timers ran out... if that was the truth, he suddenly felt threatened. The boss had said he was up for a promotion soon, would him meeting Taemin change that?
“What uhm...” he tried to allay his own fears by continuing to question the man. “What did you do? Before you went away for your service?”
“I... used to work as an engineer,” Taemin scratched his chin.
“E-engineer?” Jonghyun scoffed, wondering if he should cross-check the information after all. An idiot like this? And engineering? “You’re--you’re not joking, are you?” he confirmed suspiciously.
The other scowled. “No, I’m not.”
Balking, Jonghyun shifted forward in his chair. “Th-that’s...! That’s so prestigious! Why don’t you apply to get your old job back?!”
“Because they don’t want me back!” Taemin insisted. “I called, I sent my CV, I applied for internships--even when I’m not an intern anymore. And they--!” he sunk lower in his seat. “Just give me back my phone. I have a game to finish.”
“Taemin ssi,” Jonghyun said sternly. “There has to be another reason why they’re refusing. Have you ever thought of that? I mean, I still have my job,” he pointed to himself. “There has to be something else, something you’re not doing right--”
“Why did you bring me here if all you’re gonna do is lecture me?” Taemin complained.
The elder sighed. “OK... OK,” he placated. “You don’t want to talk. And I can’t leave you to play games by yourself. What else do you want to do?”
Taemin shrugged, still pouting.
“Have you... ever kissed someone?” Jonghyun inquired, receiving a shake of the head. “Would you like to try it?
Taemin looked around the apartment in confusion. “Who do I kiss?”
“Who do you think?!” Jonghyun demanded in frustration.
“Oh...” the other blinked, then widened his eyes. “Oh! Like two soulmates doing the--” he crossed his fingers together, “The thing. Oh. Yeah. Uhh... OK, then--” he sat forward excitedly, then stopped. “Wait, what am I supposed to do?”
Jonghyun couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. He move closer, kneeling in front of the other and taking hold of his hands. They were small, he noticed. Soft, small, with a few silver rings on some of the fingers. “I’ll help you,” he assured in a kind voice.
Taemin shifted, unsure. “Do I need to do something?” he asked. “Like... do I hold my breath? Do I close my eyes? Is there a prayer I need to say? Or like a symbol I need to make or--?”
“Just...” Jonghyun held a finger to his own lips and craned in closer. He placed his palm to the side of the man’s face, feeling the hair and skin against his fingertips. The simple contact alone sent his heart into a speeding frenzy, his eyes studying the other for every shift every blink every exhale. There was so much to be read in Taemin’s expression, he realized then. So much sitting unspoken at the corner of those puffy lips, so many dreams in those trusting eyes. As the distance between their mouths narrowed to nearly nothing, he kept his gaze on the other, unfaltering until they were so close he had to let his eyes run out of focus before he blinked them shut.
The contact was so dizzying, Taemin thought he’d fall out of his seat. He’d never thought he’d be kissing a man, much less a man who was his soulmate. He’d also never imagined it would make him feel like there were fireworks going off in every inch of his body, like he lay face-first on a frying pan, the oil spitting as soon as it came in contact with his skin. He reached out for support, finding a pair of shoulders to lean against as his lungs started to burn for lack of air.
Jonghyun moved away a minute, then burst out laughing when he saw the other gasp. “You’re supposed to breathe!” he cracked up.
“How… how am I supposed to know that?!” Taemin demanded.
For once the other’s stupidity didn’t feel as stupid. “How did that feel?” Jonghyun asked, stroking his thumbs over bony knees.
“... wasn’t long enough for me to decide,” a mutter replied.
“Want to go again?”
Taemin frowned in confusion. “Go where--?” he started to ask before the lips were on him again, firmer and more insistent. He noticed more this time around. Their temperature, their softness, the way they slipped against his own mouth like. Like… he tried to compare it to something he knew but this was like nothing else. This was something that couldn’t be compared. So he held onto the strong shoulders and tried kissing back.
When Jonghyun hummed, the sound reverberated against Taemin’s cheek. He gasped once more, for more than breath this time, fingers tightening on the other’s shirt, brows knitting together, eyes squeezed shut, tongue--
The circle of Jonghyun’s arms grew tighter, bringing them closer together. He was filled with an odd sense of validation, of being complete and on the verge of unbelievable happiness. And the closer he pressed Taemin to himself, the larger the feeling became.
When they parted a second time, Taemin felt shaky. “I… I should--” he stood and fell back into his seat, knees weak and thighs trembling. He looked at the other with some shock, some fright, some confusion at the intensity of his feelings. “I’m going home,” he announced when his legs were working again, finding his phone on a table and dashing for the door.
He didn’t stop when the other protested, didn’t stop when he slipped on the stairs, didn’t stop for the traffic signals or the angry ahjussis pushing carts. He ran like there was no tomorrow, like there was a monster coming to swallow him whole if he didn’t get far away soon enough. He raced and wound through the streets, arriving at his parents’ home out of breath and maybe even a little out of his mind.
When his father let him in and asked him what he was doing back so soon, he pushed his way through and locked himself in his room. Sitting with his back to the door, hearing his chest pound in his head, feeling his breath rasp at the ends, he ignored his mother’s concerned knocking and stayed hidden.
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The curriculum changed every few years, but when Taemin was a child schools would spend a few minutes every week instructing their students about soulmates. Some found each other as babies, their teacher had explained. Some didn’t meet until they were well into their seventies. Some had soulmates across the border while others were destined for someone on the other side of the world. It was a convoluted system that governments often debated on and countries frequently clashed over. But it always found someone for someone else--that was the guarantee people usually lived with. In this massive world filled with people and problems and prejudice, no one was ever alone.
Growing up, Taemin was used to constantly seeing people around him head to a Soulmate Depot hand in hand with strangers, or suddenly announce wedding dates. It was common for friends to stop seeing old friends, for families to be halved, for people to move across the country or even for children to be sent off to someone else’s home when their timers ran out. In the army too, he’d often hear snatches of gossip when a fellow private abruptly disappeared overnight or had to be reassigned public service positions closer to civilian sectors. Countrywide, the Ministry of Emotional Health monitored its citizens’ timers, their connections, and--it claimed--all their unique situations. Everything was controlled with an iron fist, ensuring citizens’ basic rights weren’t violated and any separations were managed quietly, without fuss or media attention. And Taemin... he’d been conditioned, over the years, to accept it all as a natural course of life. A mundane theme from his everyday. Everyone must have a soulmate, everyone must register, and everyone must try to make it work.
It was only when his best friend moved to another country and his brother brought home a bride overnight that he understood the weight, the implication of it all.
Meeting a soulmate in this sterile system, an act celebrated in media and spoken of avidly on morning talk shows--Taemin had come to expect it. What he hadn’t expected was how different the experience would be from his calculations. He’d always thought he would meet a city girl, like his hyung. That they would go on dates for a few months before marrying and settling down, living together, working together, spending the rest of their lives together like all the advertisements on TV. He’d resigned himself to something like that.
Someone like Jonghyun was not in his plans at all.
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Over the next few days, they lived as they always had until the pain returned with a vengeance. Jonghyun tried to give the other space, tried to leave him alone. Remembering how Taemin had scampered away, he tried not to be too eager or pushy, that would only scare the guy into staying away. But the pain left him feeling as empty as his large apartment. He lay in bed sad and alone one evening, eyes on his phone, hoping for a call or a text. Anything.
In his place, Taemin distracted himself once more with games and food and drinks. He stayed in his room, watched old anime shows he’d already watched years ago, turned a blind eye to the pulsing in his rib cage. Maybe if I stay in once place the feeling will go away, he convinced himself while his health worsened. Yeah, maybe if I do other shit I won’t think about it anymore. He told himself to forget the way Jonghyun’s hands had held him, the way his breath had been warm and his tongue quick. He told himself to forget all of that--but the more he tried, the more space the memory took up in his mind.
He tried whatever he could to not think about the way his stomach turned every time his phone screen lit up with a message and it wasn’t Jonghyun. Eventually, he buried the thing under the mattress, out of sight. He pressed his hands to his ears when his mother asked him why he wasn’t going back, why he was making himself suffer. He yelled and threw a tantrum when his father reprimanded him with a “if you’re not going back, at least look for a job!”
Everything was agonizing. Everyone was an enemy. Finding himself a few blankets, he built a cocoon for his weakened body like it would protect him from the rest of the world. But when his breath shortened and his head began to split, his family couldn’t ignore him anymore.
It was finally Taesun and his annoyance that pulled him out of a pile on the floor and dragged him to their car. “You’re worrying everyone,” he scolded. “We can’t have you sitting at home acting like this. It’s making us feel on edge all the time!” He found Taemin’s phone, fought his brother away to look through the contacts and made a call.
Jonghyun pounced when he saw the number. “Taemin?! Is that you?! Where are you? Do you need me to come get you again--?!”
“Jonghyun ssi,” Taesun stopped him with a chuckle. “This is his brother.”
“Wh-why are you… is he OK? What happened?!”
“He’s with me. I’m bringing him over. He’s uhh--” he looked over at Taemin twitching in the passenger seat. “Look, I apologize for such short notice. Would it be OK if I leave him with you? It only has to be for a few days. You know. Until you two… get used to all this?”
Jonghyun blinked. “Uhh… s-sure? If he’s OK with it?”
“Well, he’s an idiot so,” Taesun laughed a little as he drove them through the narrow streets.
“He’s my idiot now,” Jonghyun murmured, getting out of bed with a groan, taking the support of walls and furniture to maneuver through the apartment.
Taesun smiled at that. “You seem like a good person. I’m not worried anymore. We’ll be there shortly,” he advised. “If you’re going through what he’s going through, please be safe until we get there.”
By the time Jonghyun made it downstairs and negotiated the lobby to arrive at the glass doors leading out, he was a sweaty shivering mess.
Parking nearby, Taesun lugged his as-good-as-comatose brother along until he saw the man sitting outside his building. “He’s all yours,” he handed the kid over when they were within earshot. “Aigoo, this kid… stubborn like you won’t believe!”
Taemin, having spent the whole drive whimpering and scratching at his arms, reached out weakly when he saw Jonghyun, his consciousness slipping away under his pain. But as soon as he was pulled into the other’s arms, he gave a long moan of relief as he clutched desperately and tried to climb onto the man like a child.
“It’s OK,” Jonghyun hushed. “You’re here now, it’s going to be OK.” He noticed the bag. “Are those his things?”
“Ah… yeah, clothes and some other stuff,” Taesun handed it over. “Please. If you need anything at all, just give me a call. Take care of each other,” he waved a hand with concern, hesitant to leave.
Jonghyun nodded and tried to wave back, walking them in and towards the elevator. He felt his strength returned little by little, felt his senses clear the longer he held Taemin in his arms. “You’re OK now,” he murmured. “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
Taemin shivered, burrowing into the other’s neck. “Yeah...” he managed, his mind still not entirely whole. When he heard the sound of an excited dog in the distance it only made him hold on tighter.
Jonghyun, feeling the strain of carrying the other all the way in, finally sat him down on the sofa and crouched before him like he had only days ago. “Do you need anything?” he asked. “Anything at all? Food, water…?” But his questions fell on deaf ears. The exhaustion of their time apart and the comfort of their meeting had clearly taken a heavy toll on the other. His head lolled forward as he started to fall asleep.
Taemin felt a pair of lips press against his forehead before his mind took him away.
When he awoke, he was alone, in a strange room on a strange sofa… no. Bed. He sat up in confusion. “What the…?” he began before a very adorable and very familiar doggy jumped onto him.
“Oh! Roo!” he grinned, gathering her into his arms. “Hello~” he carried her out of the room, following the smell of food. “Hmm, looks like your appa’s cooking us something nice? Isn’t he? Isn’t he, you cute little baby? Isn’t--?”
Jonghyun turned to look at him with eyebrows raised. “You like sausages?” he asked.
Taemin blinked. “Will you cut them like octopuses?” he asked, leaning against something as his giddiness still came and went in waves. “Eomma always cuts them like that for me…”
“Are you twelve?” Jonghyun ridiculed, but did as he was requested. “Your hyung seems nice,” he commented as he worked. “Poor guy looked so stressed. You’re a real troublemaker in your house, aren’t you?”
“No…!” Taemin protested, letting Roo run off and making his way to the fridge. “I just. Have a strong personality, OK?”
“Let me guess,” Jonghyun chuckled, holding the bowl of rice and sausages out to the other. “That’s something your eomma says, isn’t it?”
There was no more exchanged between them. Taemin’s appetite kicked the door in hard. He finished his bowl, took seconds and even thirds. Then he washed it all down with a bottle of juice, found yogurt and cut fruit in the fridge. Jonghyun made the mistake of leaving him alone while he showered, and when he returned all the boiled eggs and baby carrots and cheese slices were gone.
“Can we order pizza?” Taemin asked, still sitting on the floor in front of an ajar and now sad-looking fridge.
“What the fuck?!” Jonghyun balked at his raided pantry. “You even ate all the side dishes my eomma sent last week!”
“I… I was hungry!” Taemin defended.
“You ate what would’ve lasted me a month!”
“I told you I was hungry! Why don’t you pay attention? Why don’t you listen when I’m talking Why don’t you--?!” Taemin’s stomach grumbled and he clutched at it. “Ugghh so hungry…” he whined.
Jonghyun held his head in his hands.
Some time later, with a slice of pizza in one hand and his phone in the other, Taemin lounged on the living room floor as he chuckled along to stupid memes online. He entertained himself like this for a while until he noticed his host fuming at him.
“W-what?” he asked self-consciously.
“Put your phone away,” Jonghyun ordered, an edge to his voice, his face only softening when Taemin did as he was told. “Now. We’re going to spend some quality time together. And we’re going to learn to live with each other.” He patted the space next to him on the sofa. “Come here. Let’s watch a movie together. Then we’ll go out. Someplace warm. Like a cafe, OK?” he offered.
Taemin nodded slowly. “O-OK.”
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S.T REWRITE - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo on Maple Street - [Pt. 3]
A Will Byers x Reader Series
Y/n, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike try to talk to the girl they found in the woods. Hopper questions an anxious Joyce about an unsettling phone call.
||3rd Person POV||
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The man waits patiently on the patio of the Byers house after knocking. He glanced through the window, and listens for any sign of life in the house only to be met with silence. He takes out a walkie talkie.
"We're all clear."
"Copy that." A second voice crackled through the other end. The man turns around and looks to the seemingly empty utility van parked in the front lawn that read "HAWKINS POWER AND LIGHT" until the side doors slide open.
Three men in hazmat suits step out the van. The third being Dr. Martin Brenner, who takes in his surroundings before leading his men around the property. The three men each have their own equipment as they scan the yard for any unusual activity. Their scanners lead them to the backyard.
They each spread out; Brenner was lead to the old shed. He opened the shed door and stepped inside. The beeping sound of his scanner grew louder and more frequent.
He found himself at the back corner of the shed where he spotted reddish brown goo oozing down the walls. Brenner heard his colleagues join him in shed and gathered around to see the unusual find.
"Extraordinary."
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"Ready are you? What knows you of ready?" Mike spoke in a voice that was supposed be Yoda's.
Mike had been showing her his room; he was now showing her all of his toys. El is giving him strange looks at his unusual voice. He continues in his normal voice.
"His name is Yoda. He can use the Force to move things with his mind, like this." Mike then quickly shoves all of toys off the table.
"Whoosh!"
Eleven looks around and all sorts of items she had never seen before on Mike's dresser. Mike, had now moved on to his favorite dinosaur toy.
"This is my dinosaur, Rory. Look, he has a speaker in his mouth so he can roar." He turns to show her, only to realize she was now by his dresser and was looking closely at everything in curiosity. He put down Rory and joined her.
Eleven took note of all the things before her; what appeared to be a shiny gold woman with wings and many other figurines like it that stood on wooden platforms.
"Oh, these are all my science fair trophies. We got first every year. Except for last year when we got third. Mr. Clarke said it was totally political."
El smiled at one of the trophies that read "HAWKINS MIDDLE SCHOOL TEAM PROBLEM SOLVING CHAMPIONS", next to it a picture with five kids all holding a large trophy. El recognized everyone. She smiled when she saw the only girl, [Y/N]. She was standing in the middle, one hand holding the trophy, the other one was behind a smiling boy, two of her fingers sticking up making it look like the boy had bunny ears.
El's smile fell when it dawned on her that she recognized the boy. She gasped silently, her mouth agape. Mike took note of this and watched her carefully as she slowly brought her finger to the picture. Mike watched as finger landed on his missing friend.
He looked back at her in shock. "You know Will?" She didn't say anything, her mouth still open and a very concerned look on her face.
"Did you see him? Last night? On the road?"
Before she could say anything, the loud noise of halting vehicle broke the silence. Mike quickly ran to window in a panic, his mom was pulling up the driveway.
He ran back over to El.
"We gotta go."
He grabs her hand yanks open his bedroom door, dragging her down the steps. He halts at the landing of stairs, staring in horror as his mom is at the front door, closing it behind her. Her youngest, Holly was in her arms, and so was her groceries. Before she could see anything, Mike ran back upstairs with El, as quickly and quietly as possible.
Karen Wheeler stopped in her tracks when she thought she heard someone upstairs.
"Ted? Is that you?" She calls out.
"Just me mom!" Mike yelled out frantically as he ran through the hallway.
"Mike? What are you doing home?"
"One second!" He brought El back into his room and lead her to his closet, not before closing his bedroom door.
"In here. I'll be right back, okay?" Mike instructed, slightly out of breath.
El stood rooted in place, fear in her eyes.
But Mike was frantic. "Please, you have to get in, or my mom, she'll find you. Do you understand?" El only looked at the closet, then back at Mike.
"I won't tell her about you. I promise."
"Promise?" She asked, clearly confused.
"It means something that you can't break. Ever." He explained quickly.
"Michael?" Mike's mom could be heard from downstairs.
They both looked to the door, then back at each other. "Please?" Mike pleaded.
El looks between Mike and the closet, unsure before walking inside, and turning to Mike. He quickly closed the door and she began to back up further into the closet, panic setting in.
[FLASHBACK]
"Pop!"
Eleven struggles to break free from the men's hold as they carry her by her arms down, back into the room.
Sobs track her body as she uses all her strength to turn and look back at Papa.
"Papa!" He steps out into the hallway and remains standing, doing nothing to help her, yet she still calls for him.
"Papa! No!" She screams her throat raw and her legs never stop kicking.
"Papa!"
They round the corner and at the end of the short hallway lays the dreaded room. The cold unwelcoming florescent light floods from the open door. Her resistance becomes stronger, and more violent.
"No! No! No!"
Her screams become incoherent when the two men chuck her to the ground, she scrambles to feet in attempt to stop the copper door from closing. Alas, she is too late for the steel door had slammed shut before her.
"Papa!" She yelled, slamming her palms against the cold copper.
"Papa!" She tries banging her fists, but to no avail.
"Papa! Papa! Papa!" Her screams turn to sobs.
"Papa."
She backs away from the door, and retreats to the corner of the very small room where she tucked herself into the corner of the wall and slides down until she is curled up in a ball on the ice cold tile floor.
"Papa." She whimpers quietly.
[END OF FLASHBACK]
Eleven backs up until her back hits the wall and slides down till she is sitting on Mike's floor. She hugs her knees to her chest and sobs.
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"I just... I don't feel good." Mike was sat, hands folded together on his couch with his mother. He was giving her a false excuse of why he was at home during a school day.
"I woke up and my head, it really hurt bad, and my throat was all scratchy, and I wanted to tell you, but the last Tim's I told you I was sick you made me go to school anyway, and--"
"Michael."
"Yeah?"
"I'm not mad at you."
Mike was surprised to hear this from his mother.
"No?"
"No, of course not." She adjusted herself so that she was closer to her son, grabbed his hand in her's and sighed.
"All this that's been going on with Will, I can't imagine what it's been like for you."
Mike looks down to his lap, taking it in. No one had asked how he was doing with his best friend missing. It was hard. The whole party was worried. He never considered that and it was... refreshing to hear that his mother understood. He looked back at his mother as she continued.
"I just... I want you to feel like you can talk to me. I never want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me. I'm here for you. Okay?"
He nods his head. They both look up when they hear a soft thud from upstairs.
"Is there someone else here?" She asks.
Michael considers what his mom just told him. "No."
"Huh. Weird. Hey by the way, did you do something to my plant out front? It looks amazing!"
"Oh, that? Um, well, no that was [Y/N]."
"Really? Wow! That's incredible, she needs to tell me her secret. I could really use her help! Say, speaking of [Y/N]" she nudged her son, a teasing smirk on her face. "Anything going on between you too? Do you like her? Does she like you?" She asked, getting more excited with each question.
Mike's face scrunched up. "Ugh! Mom! She's just a friend! She's, like... my sister! How many times do I have to say that?" He whines.
"You're right, you're right! I'm sorry, my bad." She throws her hands up in surrender. "It's just... you two would be so cute toge--"
Mike stands up from the couch quickly. "Mom!" He interrupts, then sighs. "Thank you for understanding and letting me stay home, it means a lot, really. But I should probably go upstairs now and lay down, okay? Okay. Bye." He runs upstairs before she can respond, leaving her sitting on the couch, in confusion.
"...Okay." she says to no one in particular.
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Mike practically throws open his bedroom door, making sure to lock it once he closed his door.
"Eleven?"
He walks quickly towards the closet.
"Is everything okay? El?" He asked, quickly opening up his closet to find her curled up in a ball on the floor, her cheeks stained with tears.
"Mike." She stares in relief.
"Is everything okay?"
She can't help but gasp ever so slightly at his kindness. She quickly nods her head.
"Are you sure?"
She smiles and nods her head. "Promise."
Everything was okay now that Mike was back.
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Joyce slams the cardboard box on the table, and scrambles to open it as quickly as she can. She unraveled the phone first and then picks grabs the receiver from the bottom. She connects the phone to the reciever and then plugs the reciever into wall where her old phone was. She brought the phone up to hear of was connected, sure enough she heard the familiar dial tone on the other end.
She tried take a seat in the arm chair in the living room on to be stopped short on account of the short cord. With one hand holding the phone, she reached her free arm out and pulled the chair closer before turning it around and taking a seat in it, and using her feet to scoot the chair closer to the wall.
She remained seated and waited patiently, desperately hoping that her son would contact her again.
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"Will Byers!"
"Will!"
Many voices ring through the air as the dozens of volunteers search high and low for missing boy.
"Woah, woah. Careful, careful." Hopper and officer Callahan were standing on a large boulder near the edge of the cliff, Hopper reached out, beckoning his officer to step away from the edge he was peering over.
"I need you alive for the next few days at least."
"Oh, hell, I could survive that."
Hopper only laughs.
"What? George Burness made the jump." Callahan said defensively. "And he was drunk as a skunk. He did it on a $10 bet."
"George is a liar. You make that jump from this height, that water turns into cement." Hopper smacks his palms together, imitating a splat noise. "Hits you like a ton of bricks. Break every damn bone in you're body."
Callahan looks down and the water and then back at Hopper awkwardly. "Nah."
"Chief, you copy?" Hopper's radio crackles at the sound of his secretary's voice. He grabs the radio from his belt and responds. "Yeah, Flo, talk to me."
"Hey, Chief, we got a call from over at Benny's. I think you need to get there right away."
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Hopper, Powell and Callahan enter the infamous local diner and take a look around. They immediately notice the hunched over body of Benny Hammond, sat down at one of his tables, flies buzzing over his body and a bullet hole on the right side of his temple. A small gun in his right hand as well. Crimson blood, flowed into a puddle on the table.
"Ugh, Jesus!" Callahan exclaimed, putting a hand to his nose.
"Suicide?" Powell asked, shocked that Benny Hammond of all people would resort to suicide.
"Mmm-hmm." Hopper hummed, just as shocked as his officer.
"Missing kid, suicide..." Callahan began. "You must feel like a big city again, huh, Chief?"
Hopper shifted on his feet. "Well, I mostly dealt with strangers back then. Benny was my friend." He said solemnly.
There was silence, a side from the uncomfortable buzzing of the flies.
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Jonathan drives along the unfamiliar road slowly, looking for his father's house. He pulls the car to a stop and exits the car. Biting his lip, he walks up the steps to the porch and once he reaches the door he peers through the small diamond shaped window for any signs of life.
However, all he can hear is the faint hum of music. Be knocks on the door five times and shouts, "Hello?"
He knock again, he hears a soft but annoyed voice come from inside. "Yeah."
He sees a young woman storm towards the door, clearly annoyed by the unexpected visitor.
She throws open the door and with a mouth full of chewing gum she rudely asks him. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, is Lonnie around."
"Yeah, he's out back. What do you want?"
"To look around." He says, walking past her.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? Hey!"
"I'll be fast."
Jonathan storms through the house quickly. Looking through every door he can find.
"Hey, Will?"
"Will?"
"Will!"
He goes to open another door but it's locked. He pounds on the door.
"Will, you here? Will!"
He peers through a different door and finds yet another empty room. He heads back out into the hallway, he is caught completely off guard when he feels a sudden powerful force shove him into the wall.
He realizes it's none other than his deadbeat father, who was still holding him by the collar of his shirt. He reeked of booze.
"Get off!" It was his father's turn to be caught off guard when he shoved his father back with just as much force.
"Damn, you've gotten stronger."
"Will someone please explain what the hell is going on." Cynthia stands at the end of the hallway, her arms up with a questioning glance.
"Jonathan, Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan. My oldest." Lonnie explains, still slightly out of breath.
Lonnie straightens out Jonathan's collar and pulls him in for a hug.
"Come here."
"Get off me, man." Jonathan says, shoving his father off of him.
||Reader's POV||
Lucas, Dustin and I were biked to Mike's house to meet him there. Once we got there, he quickly rushed us up to his room. El was sitting on Mike's bed, a blanket on her legs. I remain standing next to The boys, but I give El a smile and a wave. She timidly smiles and waves back.
"Are you out of your mind?" Lucas argued.
"Just listen to me." Mike began.
"You are out of your mind!"
"She knows about Will."
My head snaps up at the mention of him and my breathe hitches. "What?" I quickly look to El and then back at Mike, my eyes white.
"What do you mean she knows about Will?" Dustin asks for me.
Mike took a few steps towards his dresser and picked up the picture of all five of us at the science fair.
"She pointed at him, at his picture. She knew he was missing. I could tell."
"You could tell?"
"Just think about it. Do you really think it was a coincidence that we found her on Mirkwood, the same place that Will disappeared?"
"That is weird." Dustin agreed.
I turned and slowly walked over to El, cautiously taking a seat next to her, but still giving her enough space. "Is that true?" I ask in a gentle whisper. She looked me in the eye and gulped, and ever so slightly nodded her head 'yes'.
I chuckle in disbelief and look at the boys hopefully.
"And she said bad people are after her. I think that maybe these bad people are the same ones who took Will."
"Guys, think about it. I think he's right. I think she might know what happened to him." I speak up, hope in my voice.
"Then why doesn't she tell us?"
"Well maybe she's scared of you two!" I accuse.
"Why should she be scared? I'm tired of this." He walks straight over to her and starts raising his voice.
"Do you know where he is?"
"Lucas..." I warn, my hands subconsciously ball into a fist in anger.
Suddenly he grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her and begins yelling in her face. "Do you know where Will is?"
"LUCAS!" I bark, standing up immediately, and rip his arms of her, she's cowering in fear. "Dammit man, get your hands off of her! And you wonder why she's scared!" I scoff, crossing my arms.
"She should be scared! If you know where he is, tell us!" She doesn't say anything and she bites her lip trying not to cry. "Lucas! Listen to me. I know you're scared and worried about Will, okay? We all are," my eyes are tearing up as well, a lump forming in my throat as I continue. "but we have to be patient okay? She's scared, she's lost, she probably doesn't know who to trust, we just need to be kind to her alright?" I plead.
"Ya know what, no. There's no time. This is nuts. We have to take her to your mom." He says turning back to Mike.
"No! Eleven said telling any adult would put us in danger." Mike argues.
For the first time in a while, Dustin spoke up, his voice soft.
"What kind of danger?"
"Her name is Eleven?" Lucas asks.
"El for short." Mike corrected casually.
"Mike, what kind of danger?" Lucas pressed, his voice grew significantly louder.
"Danger danger." Mike yelled back.
I look around, breathing heavily as I take everything in. Mike puts his hand up to my brother's forehead in the shape of a gun. Then the same to Lucas. Lucas swats away Mike's hand almost immediately.
Lucas begins to panic. "No, no, no! We're going back to plan A. We're telling your mom."
I try to grab his arm as stomps towards the door, but he shoves my hand away. He rips open the door, only for the door to be slammed shut all on own it's own, making everything around the room to shake. We all stare at the door in confusion. He tries it again, only for the door to slam shut once more. Then, we all see the lock on the door turn by itself. 'Okay, well... I know I didn't imagine that.'
Simultaneously, we all turn to El to find her standing, blood dripping from her nose giving Lucas quite possibly the sharpest glare I have ever seen.
"No." She states firmly. It's enough to send a chill down my spine.
It's silent for a few moments and I breath out a shocked chuckle. "That... was the coolest thing I have ever seen."
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