#michil

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The Mamas & The Papas - John Phillips

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 12- They're My Family

Chapter Summary: BTS surprises Jen on her 16th birthday, Jen finally makes a V-Log, BTS and Jen attend the Melon awards and the guys give Jennie sweet words to ease her nervousness. Jen deals with Rapmon’s destructive ways. Jungkook hangs out with Jennie when he can’t sleep at night and gives her friendship rings.

Words: 5,000+

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For Show Champion, BTS and Jennie were set to perform Attack on Bangtan. The guys were on the stage while Jennie was backstage awaiting for her cue. She had her hair in a high, curly ponytail with an opened Camouflage jacket. The cuffs of the jacket were rolled up and she wore a white tank top under it. Along with a set of wristbands and a pair of jeans.

cuz we got fire fire fire

get higher higher higher

uril moreundamyeon jedaero aradwo

uriga nugu nugu

jingyeogui bangtan

la lala lalala lalalalala

turn up!

la lala lalala lalalalala

turn up!

ni maeumeul jibeosamkyeo

naega watda jigeum allyeo

la lala lalala lalalalala

While the rest of the guys dance around on stage, Jennie makes her way to the stage, standing in the background with a mic in hand.

“Uriga nugu! nugu! jingyeogui bangtan!” Rapmon yells on the mic.

When it was finally her cue, she jumped up with a big grin while the guys revealed her, singing everything in Korean. “WHOO! My boys and I started at the bottom, now we rising up! And Watch out cause this bullet-proof girl is knockin’ down all the walls! Ain’t nothing stoppin’ us now, they got my back, I got theirs! We steppin’ over all the roadblocks. Our music is on and you can’t help but move to the rhythm. Don’t even try to hide it, this beat is sick, so rock with me now.” She rocks side to side with the guys behind her.

“Ladies! Rise like a Bulletproof Girl Scout! Rise, be brave! LET’S GO!” She yells in English, fist pumping the air with a big smile.

uri eumagi sijakdwaetdahamyeon

nun dwijiphyeoseo piuneun nalli

uri seutaireun No More Dream

mudae wieseo seonbaedeul deungeul barpji

(I’m sorry Man)

What What more can I say

debwibuteo jigeumkkaji jjuk wiro

uriui gojijeomnyeongeun siganmunje

cheot beulleogeul jappatteurin domino

geurae jappatteuryeo nun kkamppak tteumyeon

urin mudaeeseo gwireul jaba kkeureo

ireon gamgakseureon nae raebui hyangyeon

han beon matbomyeon sum gappajimyeo

neoneun wanjeon sogi ta

can’t nobody hold me down

Ok naneun 4bunui

4bakja biteu wireul hangsang

jjitgo danyeo mudae

wieseon sangnamja style

Jumping up and down, Jennie begins to have a blast on stage while singing with Jin before pumping up their chests together, side to side. “Da michil junbi dwaenna! Himkkeot ttwil junbi dwaenna! Myeongchie him ppak jugo dan.jeon.ho.heup!”

Moving her head side to side with the beat, she continues to jump around with the guys.

da michil junbi dwaenna

himkkeot ttwil junbi dwaenna

geureotam jigeumbuteo sorijilleo

uriga nugu

jingyeogui bangtansonyeondan

uriga nugu

geobeobsi jibeosamkinda

Standing in the middle with the guys behind her, she shifts from side to side with the beat while singing, “Cuz we got fire! Fire, fire, get higher! Higher, higher!”

uril moreundamyeon jedaero aradwo

After Jimin’s part, all members of BTS but Jungkook and Jennie stand on stage as they stand together. Jungkook sings out, “Mudae wie oreuneun sungan. geudaeui hamseongdeureul nan neukkyeo.”

Putting the mic to her lips, she begins to sing the next verse, “Geudaero yeongwonhi geogi isseojwo.Idaero jugeodo.”

Jennie and Jungkook harmonize as they sing, “Huhoeneun eobseul tenikka~”

uriga nugu

jingyeogui bangtansonyeondan

uriga nugu

geobeobsi jibeosamkinda

Cuz we got fire fire fire! Get higher higher higher!

Uril moreundamyeon jedaero aradwo

uriga nugu nugu

jingyeogui bangtan

jingyeokhae bang.tan.sonyeondancheoreom

jingyeokhae bang.tan.sonyeondancheoreom

jingyeokhae bang.tan.sonyeondancheoreom

jingyeokhae bang.tan.sonyeondancheoreom

uriga nugu nugu

jingyeogui bangtan

jingyeog

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‘November 10th’

Hearing her alarm go off on her phone, she shifts under her warm covers to turn it off. Sitting up and stretching out her limps, Jen checks her phone, seeing numerous Twitter notifications from ARMYs using the hashtags, #HappyBirthdayJennie! And #JennieDay

There were tweets like,

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIE! I LOVE YOU’

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENJEN!’

‘Happy birthday angel!’

‘Happy birthday Jennie!! Stay healthy and have a great day!’

‘My precious baby is 16 in America! I’m so proud of what she’s accomplished in South Korea!’

‘JENNIE ILYSM! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’

‘Thank you so much for existing! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN!’

‘THIS CUTE LITTLE MUNCHKIN IS 16! MY BABY IS GROWING UP!’

‘She is so pretty and making a name for herself in South Korea in the K-Pop industry. So proud of her!’

From all the birthday wishes and talented photo and video edits of her, she was extremely overwhelmed with joy as she got out of bed to get ready for the day.

After her shower and changing into her dance clothes for dance practice, she walks out of her room to hear silence. “That’s weird...” She looked around the dorm. 

It was never completely silent in the dorm. NEVER. Not even when they’re asleep, thanks to Namjoon’s snoring. Curious, she knocked on the doors, but no one was in there. 

“AM I LATE!?” She yelled and ran back to her room to check her phone.

‘To The Guys’

Settled in the dance studio, the guys were all busy preparing for her surprise birthday party. Things were perfectly fine in most of their eyes, but Jin, being the perfectionist, didn’t think so.

“Jin, the cake is fine!” Jimin yelled for the 5th time. “It looks delicious, she’ll love it.”

“It’s not fine! I want my precious sweetheart to have a perfect cake. I want to put some more fruit. More strawberries.” Jin grabbed a strawberry but Tae took it away and ate it. “That was for Jennie!” He smacked him.

“Ow!” Taehyung rubbed the side of his arm, looking amused.

“Are you really freaking out over a cake? You’re stressing out for nothing! The cake is fine...” Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples.

Feeling his phone buzz, Namjoon looks down at his phone. “And...she’s awake.” He confirmed, reading her text that said ‘OMG, WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!? DID I OVERSLEEP?!’

“Ahhh we’re screwed.” Jimin groaned.

“Is her gift perfectly wrapped?” Hobi asked.

“Right here.” Jungkook presented it, but it only had a bow on it.

“Why didn’t you wrap it!? Shouldn’t we wrap it!? We have to wrap it! We got to wrap it!” Jin started freaking out.

“Stop whining! It’s pretty damn obvious what it is even if we did wrap it. Chill.” Yoongi retorts in a blunt tone, as his patience thins.

“Make sure you hide it well.” Jin ordered.

‘To Jennie’

Arriving at BigHit, she makes her way to the dance studio while getting birthday wishes from employees and trainees she passed. With her dance bag on her shoulder, she walks to the dance studio and opens the door, only to find out the lights are off.

“Where could they be?” She questioned, curiously.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” BTS starts singing with Jin holding the small red velvet cake in his hands which was lit with the number 16.

Their sudden loud singing and vision of the candle-lit cake, made her start to chuckle before tearing up, covering her mouth.

Is this why they left early? For her birthday?

“Happy birthday dear Jennie~! Happy birthday to you!” They yell and start whooping and hollering.

Unable to hold back the tears, she started to cry, tears of joy. “HAHAH SHE’S CRYING!” Jimin laughed out loud as she covered her face.

“Awe, don’t cry!” Jungkook wrapped his arms around her from behind, squeezing her tight in his famous back hug.

“Happy birthday, Smartie~!” Yoongi cheered.

“Thank you, guys.” She said in a shaky voice while sniffing.

“Thank you for being born.” J-Hope giggled and wiped her tears while Jungkook released her.

“Make a wish~” Jin said in a soft tone, presenting the cake to her.

The small red velvet cake looked so good. She couldn’t wait to dig into it. Pondering what she should wish for, she closes her eyes.

‘I wish for many years of friendship with these guys.’ She thought in her head as a smile came across her face. Opening her eyes, she eagerly blew out the candles as a loud chorus of cheers surrounded her.

Her heart was overwhelmed with love and joy for these guys. The fact that they did all of this for her...they were so kind and supportive. They were like a family to her.

“Yay! Now for the fun part!” Tae smiled slyly and smeared icing on her nose, shocking her.

“Get her!” Jimin yelled happily.

“Oh no!” She shrieked and ducked, trying to evade the guys trying to smear her face with icing, but failed miserably as she let out a fit of giggles. 

Trying to run away, Jungkook quickly grabbed her, spinning her around.

As they get back to the cake that Jin is holding, Jen grabs a strawberry and pops one in her mouth. “I can’t believe you guys did this for me. Thank you. So much. I love you, guys.”

“We love you too.” Namjoon grinned

“When did you guys even leave? I was startled when I didn’t hear any noise.” She questioned, eating another strawberry before Jin started cutting the cake.

“We set an alarm. Yoongi was the hardest to get up.” Namjoon laughed.

“I’m not surprised. Thanks for getting up so early for me. This is so amazing.”

“The Bangtan Girl is 16 today! How are you feeling?” V interviewed.

“Loved~” She grinned happily, throwing out some peace signs to the camera.

“Any words for our ARMYs?”

“Thank you all so much for the love and support. You all keep me going and thank you for all the loving birthday wishes. I love you, ARMY!” She wiped the icing from her cheek and licked it. “Really good icing.”

After they eat some cake and Jen wipes her face from the icing, Namjoon stands up with J-Hope.

“Oh yeah, one more thing. We all pitched in for this.” Namjoon mentioned.

Looking up, she watches the two of them carry out an acoustic guitar as she stares at it, speechless.

That was for her? A guitar? Her guitar? They really got her a guitar?

“I have something to say about this.” Yoongi spoke up as she turned to him with her eyes watering. “Whenever you talked about the guitar, I listened to how passionate you sounded about it. You would go on for hours about it. I admire that passion. So I thought, how about we get her a guitar so she can work on her skills? Her own guitar. I had a talk with Namjoon and Hobi about this, too. Making music, we thought it would be a good idea to use your guitar skills for when we start making new songs in the future.”

“Yep.” Hobi nodded with a big grin. “Then we told the rest of the guys, and they loved the idea. We all heard you play back at your singing exhibit.”

“You told us how much you wanted to continue playing to perfect your skills, too,” Jungkook added

“So, we all talked with Bang PD.” Namjoon smiled at her as she stood up while he presented the guitar with Hobi. “He loved the idea and said himself that he wants you to continue perfecting your guitar skills and that he wants you to use it for our future songs. He says it’s a big responsibility but he sees something in you while you always play and he knows that you can do it.”

Exhaling shakily, she shook her head in disbelief. “Stop...are-are you serious?” Her voice cracked and the tears began to flow. Taking the guitar, she takes a good look at it. “I...guys...”

“Go ahead, tell us we’re awesome.” Yoongi shot her a gummy smile.

Setting it down, she hugged the nearest member she could touch, which was Yoongi. “Ah...don’t squeeze me so hard.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around her.

“Group hug!” Hobi screamed, tackling them both as he wrapped his arms around them. Yoongi grunts at his impact, retorting to him to not be so rough, but the other members run up and join in the hug.

Suddenly, all the members tackle Jennie to the ground and she starts laughing while they all get on top of her. 

“You guys are so friggin’ heavy! I’m too small for this!” She laughed while they took a funny picture for their Twitter account.

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On November 14th was the Melon Awards that BTS and Jennie would be attending. In the car, Jennie looks out the window, swallowing hard as her nervousness does not go unnoticed.

Throughout the car ride, Namjoon watched her and decided to speak up.

“Jennie.” He calls out as she looks at him in response. “Relax.” He let out a chuckle and held her hand, squeezing it.

“Y-you’re not nervous?”

“I am. But your nervousness is extremely noticeable. Everything is going to be fine. We’re going to have fun, tonight.”

Was her nervousness really that obvious?

Okay, maybe the constant knee shaking and fidgeting fingers gave it away. Here she was, in the car with her boys, hair and make up all done. Her hair was in a nice bun with bangs and with a black dress to match the rest of the guys’ black suits. Butterflies were in her stomach as she anticipated her first award show and red carpet in South Korea.

“Breathe in, breathe out. And smile! I love your pretty smile. It always makes me happy.” Hobi added, smiling at her.

“And can I just say, you look beautiful?” Taehyung smiled warmly at her.

“Ain’t that the truth.” Yoongi chimed in.

“She’ll probably stun all the guys there with her beauty.” Jimin mentioned with a laugh.

Letting out a short laugh, her nervousness went away. All thanks to them. “Thank you guys. I feel so much better.” Her lips curved into a big smile.

“Ah...there’s that smile~!” Jungkook clapped his hands. “She finally smiled!”

“Keep that smile on you.” Jin pointed. “Everyone loves it when you smile, sweetheart.”

Once they arrive, they all get out and hear the crowd screaming and taking photos. 

“Here comes the Bangtan Boys and Bangtan Girl.” She heard the MCs as soon as she got out of the car with the help of Hobi who grabbed her hand to guide her.

Putting on a bright smile, she waves at the crowd and walks with the guys. 

‘This isn’t so bad...just don’t trip. Don’t trip on the dress.’ She thought as they made their way to the stage. She stands in between Namjoon and Jimin as they wave and take photos. Nervousness gone, confidence in, she slayed with her boys.

Once they get backstage, they all change. Jennie changes into a leather jacket, black pants and a black long sleeve dress shirt for their later performance.

As soon as the show started, Jennie and BTS sat down with a few other groups. She had to regain her composure because she was right near EXO. She had a big admiration for Baekhyun but didn’t dare to approach him to say hi, yet. One day she’ll catch him and introduce herself.

Not anytime soon.

‘2013 Melon Music Awards and the best New Artist is...BTS!’

As soon as she heard her group's name, she looked around, gasping in shock. 

“What? What did they say?” She stood up before bowing to everyone with the members.

Did they just say they won best new artist?

BTS?

Huge accomplishment as she happily walks up to the stage. “Ahhh, this is awesome!” 

Jennie stood next to Taehyung while Namjoon gave his acceptance speech.

“Also thank you to Bangtan, and last but not least our ARMYs! I love you, thank you much!” Namjoon happily said.

Once they go backstage, the guys run around, screaming in excitement while jumping around. Jennie runs and jumps at the camera, whooing in excitement. 

“WE WON!” She yelled and jumped on Jimin’s back while they all ran backstage.

Jimin ran backstage, giving her a piggyback ride until he set her down in the dressing room.

“Did that really happen?” Jennie looked around with the camera filming her. “My eyes were tearing up on stage. Hahaha. Tears of joy! I’m proud of the hard work and it’s paying off. I love you mom and dad! We did it! MUAH!” She had the award in her hands and gave it a big kiss before handing it to Jungkook.

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A day after the awards, Jennie sat in the studio, on the computer desk, turning the camera on. She’s been looking at tweets about how the fans wanted her to do a V-Log and post it on the BTS YouTube channel.

“Is this on?” She murmured in English while adjusting the camera. “Is it-yes it is! Hi!” She waved to the camera with both hands. ”Oh this is so cool. My first V-Log. I know a lot of you have been anticipating it and asking. And here I am! In South Korea! It’s insane! I can’t believe I’m here. This is such a transition from America and I’m loving every second of it. Hm, should I continue speaking in English or Korean...eh I’ll put subtitles down here. I’m going with Korean.” She shrugged.

“Hello! My name is Jennie! The one and only girl in BTS.” She shot up a peace sign. “I’m excited to start this V-Log. Yesterday we won best new artist at the Melon Awards. BEST-NEW-ARTIST! Do you know how amazing that is? Like wow! Thank you so much for voting for us. I hope we continue to win awards. It’s very humbling.”

“I also have some great news. I’m going to continue practicing the guitar so I can start playing it for our future songs. I hope you anticipate that when I get started. My birthday was amazing, all thanks to the boys...” She sighed, thinking of the happy memory.

While she continued speaking, she didn’t notice Jungkook, Jimin and V sneak into the room, dancing weirdly in the background.

“I really love it here, everyone is so helpful and very understanding. They push me to be the best I can be. BTS...they’re my family.” She says genuinely while the guys in the background smile at her words.

“AWWEEEEE, JENNIE~” Jimin yelled as she quickly turned around in surprise.

“When did you guys get in here!?” She laughed before she was attacked with big hugs, making her fall out of the chair. “I’m filming!”

After they get up, she sits back in the chair, while the guys kneel next to her, looking at the camera and waving at the ARMYs who would be watching the video, before Jennie finishes her V-Log with them.

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With the lights off inside the dance practice studio, it was midnight on December 4th, Jin’s birthday. With Tae’s camera, he records everyone singing happy birthday. The lights come on, with Jimin revealing the candle lit birthday cake in front of Jin who comes into the room.

Blowing out the candles, J-Hope and the rest of the members start hitting on Jin while he tries to run away. Putting a finger in the cake, Jennie smears the icing right on Jin’s face. 

“Happy birthday, Jin!” She laughed

“Hyung, talk about your wishes.” Tae interviewed him behind the camera.

“I was surprised when I came in.” Jin responded while being fed a piece of fruit by J-Hope.

“I’ll take that.” Jennie swiped the icing coated strawberry out of Tae’s hands in the video and bit into it with delight.

“Ah, she stole my strawberry! Bad Jennie! Bad!” He tried to hit her but she ran away, giggling.

“The members are the best.” Jin said with a big smile.

After celebrating Jin’s birthday in the practice room, Jennie and the rest of the members finish the birthday cake and take a group photo to post on their Twitter account. Jennie sat on the floor, posting a birthday shout out to Jin on their shared Twitter account.

“Jennie I need you to do me a favor.” Namjoon’s voice was heard as she looked up to see him handing her his phone. “Take a couple of photos of me for my daily outfit.”

“Are you kidding me? I wanted to check out what’s going on our Twitter account!”

“The tweets aren’t going anywhere! Now come on.”

“You’re such a fart!” She stood up, taking his camera as he grinned victoriously.

“Make sure you take a lot, not just one picture while I pose.” He added, standing against the wall.

“Namjoon, I know how to take pictures.” She shook her head in amusement and snapped away.

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‘Show Champion’

Before their performance, Jennie and Namjoon sat at a table to eat lunch together, eating some beef.

Eyeballing the biggest piece of beef, Jen makes her way to grab it, but clashes with another set of chopsticks. 

Looking up, she stared at Namjoon. “That piece was mine.”

“I saw it first.”

“I touched it first.”

“And I will eat it first.” He grabbed it with his chopsticks but she countered, making him drop the beef. Before they knew it, they began to wrestle each other with their chopsticks for the piece.

“It’s mine!”

“No, it’s mine!”

“Get another piece!”

“You get another piece!”

Hearing a crunching sound, Jen looked down to see one of her chopsticks snapped. Both looking at it in shock, they both set down their chopsticks. 

“Dude! Are you kidding?” She fumed in English.

“Sorry!” He exclaimed in English.

“How do you break metal chopsticks!? That’s not possible!”

“I dunno what happened!”

“Are you-AND YOU ATE THE BEEF I WANTED!?” She yelled as he covered his mouth to stop his upcoming laughs while chewing.

After their shenanigans and meal, Jennie leans against the wall, texting her sisters while Jimin starts recording for a Bangtan Bomb. She could hear Justin Timberlake’s Sexyback from his phone as she glanced up to see what his plan was.

“Point one, you need to shake your hips a bit shamelessly.” He pointed out, shaking his hips. “Now slowly smile a little. Like this, naturally.”

A snort was heard from Jennie as she looked back at her phone. She’ll never get tired of the guys’ goofiness. Jimin starts dancing around V who has his arms crossed. Before he knew it, V began to shake his hips along with Jimin. 

“Ah just like that! A little bit more shamelessly.” Jimin encouraged. V starts dancing away, making Jimin giggle. “He’s embarrassed.” He said to the camera.

“I can’t dance sexily.” V replied.

“Lie!” Jennie’s voice was heard, as Jimin turned his attention to her. When she lifted her head back up from her phone, she was shocked to see Jimin even got Jungkook into it, and V got back into it.

The three guys in the Maknae line begin to turn to attention to Jennie. Shaking their hips shamelessly, they travel to where she is standing. She looked up and raised a brow as Jimin slowly smiled. 

“Oh no. No, no, no.” She tried to walk around but V blocked her way as the three of them danced in front of her. Throwing her head back, she laughed. “Oh my god, sthap~” She buried her face in her hands.

“Join us ennie!” Jimin offered. Deciding to walk around, Jimin blocks her way, continuing to dance in front of her with Jungkook and V. “No escape!”

“I didn't ask for this!”

“Join us~” V continued to ask.

“I have no choice don’t I?” She chuckled lightly. “Ugh! Fine. Move aside, I’ll show you show it’s done” She started body rolling to the beat.

“Wow~! Look at the hips! So sexy~ so shameless~” Jimin praised.

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After the show, BTS and Jen head back to the dorm, while Jin makes a shopping list. “Jennie, do you mind going shopping for me?” He requested.

“Sure. Anything in particular?” She asked.

"Yes. Here’s the list.”

Bundling up in her jacket, she tried to zipper it up but it ended up getting stuck. “Hey, Namjoon, you mind fixing my zipper? I can’t get it?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s probably stuck with the fabric again.” He took a look, trying to zip it up. He started to struggle and ended up popping the zipper off the coat. “Uh...it broke.” He chuckled nervously

“Aw, seriously?” She said with annoyance and made her way to her room.

“Sorry!”

“This is the second thing you broke today.”

“I’ll make it up to you~”

After getting another jacket, she grabbed her bag and headed to the door. 

“Jennie, you heading out?” Jungkook asked, already in his coat.

“Yeah, Jin wants me to go shopping for some food.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Don’t be out too late!” Jin warned. “it shouldn’t take so long to get everything on the list.”

“We won’t!”

Arriving at the supermarket, Jungkook pushed the cart while Jen tried to look through her pockets for the list. 

“Where is it...?” She murmured. “Jungkook do you have the list?”

“No. You mean to tell me you forgot the list?” He started laughing

“I thought you had it!”

“I thought you did!”

“Oh-my goodness...”

“Oh-my goodness.” He mocked, earning a smack on the arm.

Taking out her phone, she called Jin. After a few rings, he picked up. “Uh...Jin can you take a picture of the list? We forgot it.”

“YOU forgot it,” Jungkook said in the background, earning another punch on the arm.

“Jennie! Be more responsible. I’ll send it to you.” Jin hung up. After a few seconds, the picture of the list was sent.

“All right, let’s go. Looks like he needs spices first.” She confirmed and they walked around. “You know, these carts are much smaller than what I’m used to in America.”

“They’re bigger?” He asked with interest.

“Much bigger.”

‘To BTS’

Once Jungkook and Jennie had left, the members were in the living room watching TV, lounging around until they came back with the food so Jin could start dinner. Fresh out of the shower, Namjoon stretches and makes his way to the couch. 

“What are we watching?” He sat down on the couch, only to hear a loud crack noise. Everyone looks up at Namjoon as they freeze.

“Don’t tell me...” Suga sighed. Namjoon stood up, making Hobi, Jimin and Tae scream in horror.

“AHHH WHAT DID YOU DO!?” Hobi screamed, waving his arms around in panic.

“I-I didn’t mean it!” Namjoon stammered, trying to explain himself. “It’s probably fine!” He opened up the laptop and turned it on. Only to be welcomed with a very cracked screen while the guys look at it with fear.

“Ahh...Namjoon you’re going to die today. Yoongi, congratulations on being the new leader of BTS! Because after today, we’re going to have to plan Namjoon’s funeral.” Jimin whineed, scared for him.

“Well...Jennie is gonna obliterate you when she finds out...” Yoongi declared in a blunt tone, chuckling to himself.

“Shit. Shit, don’t tell her! I got it handled!” Namjoon grabbed the laptop and dashed out the door, making his way to a nearby Apple Store.

After 30 minutes, Jennie and Jungkook arrive back to the dorm with a bunch of bags.

“F-F-F-F-F-FIVE bags of snacks?” Jin’s voice gets high as he widens his eyes. “Wher-where are my ingredients and the food I put on the list?”

“Oh, it’s there.” Jen grinned sheepishly.

“JENNIE! JUNGKOOK!” He started lecturing them while Jimin laughed at them getting scolded.

After the lecture, Jennie walked around, trying to find her laptop. “Hey, have you guys seen my laptop? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Nah, haven’t seen it,” Yoongi replied while Namjoon arrived back to the dorm.

“H-hey Jennie, how are you? I brought you some pizza. Consider it me paying you back because I ate the beef.” Namjoon said with a hint of nervousness.

“Ooh, food, thank you!” She happily accepted. “Oh, have you seen my laptop? I can’t find it anywhere?”

“No not at all. Did you check your room?” Namjoon kept a straight face as she walked to her room.

“So where’s the laptop?” Hobi questioned while Namjoon sighed and sat down on the couch.

“It’s getting repaired, right now.”

“What happened?” Jungkook raised a brow.

“Hehehehe, Hyung sat on Ennie’s laptop and cracked the screen.” Jimin explained, making Jungkook laugh.

“You’re dead, Hyung!”

“Shut up, kid!” Namjoon hushed him.

“I don’t see it.” Jennie’s voice is heard as she sits with them on the couch.

“Aw, nice glasses! Where’d you get them?” Namjoon tried to distract her from thinking about the laptop. He couldn’t help but see a pair of fake glasses on her shirt.

“Oh, I couldn’t resist buying a pair of fake glasses when we walked past a store.”

“Let me check them out.” He took the glasses and examined them. But as soon as he tries to open them, he accidentally breaks them.

“Wow...” Yoongi shook his head.

“DUDE! I just got these!” Jennie yelled, shaking him. “Why do you keep breaking everything? What’s next?!”

“Aish, I’m sorry!” Namjoon pleaded for forgiveness.

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The next morning, Jennie was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal, when she observed Namjoon coming through the door with an apple bag. 

“...Why do you have an apple bag?” She questioned, making him jump.

“O-oh! Jennie, you’re here. I thought you would be chilling in your room.”

“Is that my laptop in there?”

“U-uh no, I brought a new phone.”

“A new iPhone isn’t that wide. It’s a laptop, isn’t it?”

“Okay, yes, it’s a laptop. I brought myself a new laptop-”

“You broke my laptop, didn’t you?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Why would you say that?” He laughed nervously.

“Because Jungkook told me.”

“Aish...that kid...he can never keep secrets.” He sighed. “L-Look Jennie, I’m sorry, I-I got it repaired!”

“You lied to me.” She stood up.

“I said I was sorry!” He started running around the dorm, as she chased him around.

After beating up Namjoon with pillows, she forgives him and thanks him for going to the store to get her laptop repaired, laughing at how he complained about getting beaten up and then thanked him. Laying down in her room, Jen spent the rest of the day, playing on her phone and catching up with her family. As soon as she was done talking to her mom, she got a Facetime call from Tae.

Answering it quickly, she replied, “Tae, I’m just in my room. You could have just visited me in my room, haha.”

“OKAY!” He yelled and ended the call. Seconds later, he barged in and dived onto the bed, making her shriek. She groaned as soon as he landed on top of her.

“A warning would’ve been nice!” She pushed him off her, while he giggled.

“Let’s watch some anime!”

“Anime? I don’t really watch anime.”

“Well, you will tonight! Let’s watch...Dragon Ball Z.”

“I heard of that. Okay, let’s watch it.” She opened up her brand new laptop and let V go on the website. 

Watching with interest, she asks him questions like who was who, what was going on and who was his favorite character. He got her hooked and they planned to continue watching anime together when they had the time. They managed to watch a bunch of episodes of Dragon Ball Z and before they knew it, it was nighttime. Tae decided to turn in for the night, going back to his room. 

Checking the time, it was past midnight but she wasn’t sleepy at all, as she continued searching the web, finding random computer games. Feeling her phone buzz, she looks at it to see a text from Jungkook.

‘U Awake?’

Jennie texted back, ‘Yep! This better be good! :P’

‘I can’t sleep :(’

‘Me either. What do you want to do?’

‘Video games?’

‘We may wake up the other members’

Still in his casual clothes, Jungkook came into her room, turning on her light. 

“You wanna walk around outside? I’m so bored here.” He suggested.

Liking the idea, she got out of bed and grabbed her jacket. “Yeah! Let’s go.”

“Make sure to keep quiet so we won’t wake up the hyungs.” He whispered. “Here, wear my beanie.” He placed the beanie on her head, patting it and adjusting it before he nodded in approval. “Make sure your ears are warm.”

“What about you?”

“I have another.” He smiled and put one on. “Let’s go.” They both quietly leave her room.

Jungkook rolled across the living room like a ninja, looking both ways to see if the coast was clear while Jen laughed silently at his goofiness. Opening the front door for her, they manage to sneak out successfully.

“So, what do you want to do?” She asked as they walked together, enjoying the night.

“Actually, can we get some ice cream?” He offered.

“We can get ice cream this late at night?”

“Yeah!”

“All right, lead the way.”

“Great. Come on. I know a place.” He took her to a nearby shop.

“I like eating ice cream in the cold weather. I’ll never get tired of it.”

“Me too.”

Once they get ice cream cups, they walk around before sitting on a park bench, watching the stars.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Jungkook spoke up after eating a spoonful of his vanilla ice cream.

“What’s up?”

“Do you...miss home?”

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t.”

“You really miss your family, huh?”

She nodded. “I always try to contact them, whenever I can. But being with you guys...it helps a lot because you all are my family, too.” She said in a genuine voice.

Grinning, Jungkook nudged her. “You’re our family, too. And I’ll take a scoop of that, thank you very much.” He managed to take a spoonful of her chocolate ice cream.

“Hey! Mine!” She nudged him back while he ate the spoonful. He laughed at her and continued to dig into his ice cream. “I really love it, here. Thanks for taking me out, tonight. I’ve been so engrossed with our performances, that I haven’t been paying attention to how nice our surroundings are.”

“I’ll make sure to show you around more when we have free time.” He promised

“Looking forward to it.”

After they finish their ice cream, they continue to look at the stars at night, in comfortable silence.

“Ah, before I forget again...I keep forgetting to give you this.” He stood up and searched in his pocket, taking out two black rings. “I was going to give it to you on your birthday, but they weren’t ready yet when I went to get them. They’re friendship rings. I wanted us to have them.” He happily presented them to her.

Surprised and looking at it in awe, she stood up and took the one he gave her which had his name engraved in it. ‘Jungkook’s Best Friend’ while he had her name engraved on his ring, saying ‘Jennie’s Best Friend’

“I hope it’s not too cheesy.” He let out a short laugh.

“Are you giving me this so Jimin and Tae can stop claiming me as their best friend?” She narrowed her eyes playfully.

“Maybe...” He looked around.

Laughing, she put the ring on her right index finger. “Wow. I love it. Thanks, Kookie. Really. You’re so nice to me.”

“Well, you’re always nice to me. The reason I wanted to give this to you is...well, I just really appreciate you always being there for me. I love goofing around with you and playing video games with you. And as you know, I’m always shy, but I’m always comfortable around you. You make me feel at ease and happy. Jennie, I cherish you and our friendship. And I hope you feel the same about me being your best friend.”

“Kookie, why are you trying to make me cry, right now? Get over here.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. One thing she would never get tired of was hugging him because his hugs were always so warm. “Of course, I feel the same. I cherish you, too,”

“Glad to hear.”

Once they quietly arrive back to the dorm, they see Jin sitting on the couch, watching TV, clearly waiting for the both of them. “And where have you kids been?”

“I swear he has father senses. How did you even know we were gone!?” Jennie exclaimed.

“Mama Jin always knows.” He smiled. “Go to bed! I was planning on making Korean Beef tomorrow night. No beef for you two. You'll be eating something else,”

“Aish...really?” Jungkook sighed.

“Oh come on!” Jennie whined.

Despite their protests, they head off to bed. Jennie gets under her covers and sends Jungkook a quick text.

‘Sorry that we got caught :(’

Not even 30 seconds later her phone vibrated and she read his message,

‘Don’t worry about it. Hanging out with you was worth it. :)’

‘It really was tho! :D’

‘Good night Jennie :D’

‘’Night Kookie! :D’

[markoferko]

Scientists perform an autopsy on an ancient wolf, frozen in permafrost for more than 44,000 years, in Yakutsk, Russia [File: Handout/Michil Yakovlev/North-Eastern Federal University via Reuters]

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 18

A/N: for all those patient waiters. Thank you. sorry it took forever this time.

Chloe

“Is…is that a minotaur's head hanging on the wall??”

Both vampires turned to follow Beca's pointed finger. Aubrey slid herself between them and the stuffed head with a menacing growl that promised an eternity of pain. 

Chloe quickly slid her arms around the blonde vampire and rested her chin on Aubrey’s shoulder. It had been a long time since she had fit herself along Bree's back like this and the simple action stoked the ember of five centuries of longing that softened her voice.

"Hey Growly Pants. You know the big guy has been dead for over a millenia now. He can't actually hurt anyone."

"I don't like the way he is looking at us."

Aubrey gave a low growling hiss and snapped her teeth at Sal. Beca giggled from the bed and clapped her hand over her mouth too late to keep Aubrey from hearing it. Chloe bit her lip and guided the blonde back to the smaller woman's side. She had the feeling she would be smiling and laughing a lot more as they learned to navigate this unnamed thing between them.

"Okay lets just leave Sal alone."

The necromancer was still a bit too pale for Chloe’s liking but the blood loss had in no way dampened Beca's amusement and wonder at Aubrey’s state.

"Is she drunk right now?"

Aubrey had left off her scowling and was now gently sniffing along Beca’s temple and ear. Chloe nudged Aubrey back into the bed further from Beca, just in case she was still a little hungry. When they had been in the VW she hadn’t even blinked at another vampire feeding from the brunette. It had been right and natural because it was Aubrey. Chloe’s gaze drifted down to the smear of red on Beca's arm.

"Well. You are intoxicating, speaking from experience."

"You barely had a sip."

There was something suggestive in the comment and her fangs lengthened in response. She had bitten Beca before against her will but to be invited…

"Chloe…"

Aubrey’s solid, weighty tone brought her back to herself. Chloe gave a slight shake of her head and smiled to chase away the lure of Beca's  blood. Yes. It had been right for Aubrey to feed before but it was too soon for Beca to donate a second time.

"Just rest, I'll be right back." 

Chloe eased out of her heeled boots for what felt like the first time in weeks and stretched her toes in the plush pale carpet. Home. Home was safe. She had done it, she had found Beca and brought Aubrey back. Chloe stretched with a self satisfied groan and padded into the kitchen to peek into the fridge. Not much fit for a human save for the bottles of water. 

Truthfully, she should have prepared better for their return. Aubrey would have. Chloe leaned against the counter before picking up the handset of the wired phone system. It picked up instantly and although he didn't speak or even breathe she could feel her father's presence on the other end.

"Dad…"

"How could you bring her here?"

Just when she was feeling so pleased at a job well done. Chloe lowered her voice and moved further into the kitchen.

"Should I have left her for the Guard to find? You know what they do to her kind."

"Do you even know what she did to us? Were you even aware? Or were you so enthralled that you do not yet realize…"

Chloe knew. She could feel each and every vampire that Beca had touched and drained. Honestly she had been surprised at how many there were. She had been gone so long searching for the last of the Michile, had grown so out of touch that she hadn’t realized things were changing quickly at home.

"I know! I know what she did and I helped her!"

"Chloe!"

Years of obedience silenced her immediately. There was nothing quite like a father's deep disapproval to take the wind from her sails. It had been the right thing to do and she didn’t feel the least bit bad about it. Chloe met his angry silence with a tired sigh before the phone was taken by another. Her mother's cool, even tone replaced her father's deep rumble of frustration.

"You found her."

"I found them both."

"I smelled blood."

That was unsurprising. She hadn’t seen her mother in the crowd but she didn't need to be close to catch that scent. Cahira was known for her ability to track prey for miles on the scent of a single drop of blood. Chloe nodded her head even though her mother couldn't see.

"We had trouble. They caught up to us before Aubrey was at full strength…it was bad. She was dying Mama." 

"So you fed the necromancer to her." 

It wasn’t a question. It was a flat practical statement. Sacrifice the necromancer to save the Queen. It would be expected and maybe even would earn her some forgiveness for bringing a threat into their midst. But it wasn't the truth.

"She offered herself. Actually…she didn't give either of us a choice." Pride warmed her tone and she looked over her shoulder to peek into the bedroom. Aubrey was curled protectively around a dozing Beca and still glaring at the minotaur's head on the wall with a curled lip. "She commanded Aubrey to drink until she healed. And yes I am aware that she took from all of us to fix the damage in Bree's body. I encouraged it and I will do it again if I have to."

Cahira's soft gasp of surprise was expected. Her musical, lilting laugh was not. Chloe frowned and looked at the receiver before putting it back to her ear.

"Mom?"

"She will need care to recover. No doubt they both will." Chloe could tell her mother was taking charge even before she heard the snapped out command through the line. "Husband make yourself useful and collect their belongings from the garage. Have someone dispose of that vehicle far enough away that the Guard gains nothing from finding it."

Despite the heavy feet and grumbling she could hear in the background she knew her father was doing as told. It made her smile a little. In three thousand years not a single thing had changed between them. Einar may be the head of their bloodline but it was ruled by Cahira’s fiery spirit.

"Your travel things and some food will be brought to your rooms."

The line cut off abruptly in her ear and she grunted softly.  Chloe loved her mom but her phone etiquette could use some work. She hung up the receiver, grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and wandered back to the bedroom. Beca's dark blue eyes opened and tracked her movement.

"Here you should drink this."

"Oh water, yes, please. My brain feels dry."

Chloe chuckled and handed Beca a bottle. The redhead settled on the edge of the bed awkwardly. Now that they were alone together in safety she hardly knew how to be anymore. Beca seemed to feel the awkwardness between them all and leaned in for a gentle shoulder bump.

"So. Sal Mineo-taur, huh? That would totally be clever if anyone still knew who Sal Mineo was, Grandma."

Her mouth dropped open as she sputtered for a response. Grandma? How dare! Beca took one look at her outraged expression and dissolved into laughter. It was the kind of laughter that couldn’t be stopped once it started. Too many days on the run, too many threats to their lives, too many near misses. The laughter was contagious and Chloe found herself chuckling with Beca.

They collapsed into each other and back into the bed still laughing. Chloe reached up to tuck a strand of dark hair behind Beca's ear. There was a comfortable stillness between them, then. Nothing but the reassuring sound of Beca's heartbeat and the warmth of her body tucked between her and Aubrey. 

"So this is a thing, huh? All of us. What with the kissing and the cuddling and feeding and all. I guess…you want to keep me?"

Chloe's heart broke with how timidly hopeful the other woman sounded. She brought their faces together for another soft kiss. 

"It's the real deal. You, me and Bree against the world."

"And…and we are all okay with that? Because…you two…"

Chloe understood what Beca was asking. There was a very long, complicated history between her and Aubrey. Beca was walking into a battlefield full of emotional landmines and blindly trusting that it would all work out.

Aubrey sat up and snarled a soft warning and Beca’s eyes widened.

“So that’s a no? Or..? Is that like a sexy growl? No? What’s happening right now?”

“Someone is coming.

”Chloe knew they were safe in her father's home but she still reached for the heavy iron staff resting against the wall next to the headboard. A moment later a soft knock sounded from the door.

"Wait here."

"I thought we were safe here."

“Totes but it doesn’t hurt to remind people that I am in fact a certifiable badass.”

“I believe the certifiable part.”

Chloe stood and offered Beca a reassuring smile. But she didn't put her staff down when she went to the door. Aubrey slid an arm around Beca and dragged her further back on the bed protectively as the redhead answered the door. 

She opened it a crack to peek out and sighed. This was going to be interesting, she was sure. Chloe stepped back and gestured inside allowing them entrance. Her parents walked in, her mother pushing a wheeled cart overly laden with food and bags of blood. Her father looked surly and annoyed with his arms full of whatever was of value in the van.

"Mom…Dad. You didn’t have to bring this yourselves.”

"Everyone else was too afraid."

"Husband, kindly close your mouth."

Aubrey eased off the bed with liquid grace, her sure steps bringing her before Einar. He was a good foot and a half taller than she was but he trembled as he sank to his knees before her. Her dad might be grumpy pants about having a necromancer in his home but wasn't grumpy enough to say it in front of Aubrey’s face. 

Chloe bit her lip trying to fight the smile when Bree brushed past him dismissively and picked through the food on the cart.

"There are no pig snacks on this cart."

Beca cautiously made her way into the room. She paused and gave a hesitant nod to Chloe’s parents before sidling up to Aubrey.

"Burgers, Bree. Remember?"

"Right. Burgers. There are no pig burgers on this cart."

Beca's face split into a wide grin at the other woman's earnest expression of concentration. Einar and Cahira shared a stunned blink when the necromancer gave them a smirk and a wink.

"She's still working on catching up on the lingo, kids."

"Cheeky little thing, aren't you?"

Beca eyed Chloe's still kneeling father for a moment, trying to decide how respectful she needed to be. It only took her a tick to decide ‘not that respectful’.

"Only on days that end with the letter y. Uh Mr. The…no longer…lonely? Do you guys just have a normal last name or should I just call you dad?"

"Wha..da…I…"

Nothing in this world, in all her lifetimes on earth, could have prepared her for the shock, outrage and bewilderment on her dad's face as he struggled to find a response. Chloe and Cahira made the mistake of glancing at each other. It was too much to bear and they both broke into  fits of unrestrained laughter. 

Gods help her…she loved that tiny woman.

[leviraaaaaa]

THEYRE CHANTING

Sheikh hasina neme jao

Amder vaider firiye dao

VAI

I NEVER HEARD ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN OUR AREA

BRO

Brooooo

THE PROTEST ARE GETTING TO THE PPL AROUND US

THAT IS A POLICE AREA

Like okhanei tara THAKE

VAI VAI VAIIII

ORA NAKI JOIN KORBE

WE’RE WINNING

EVERYONE IS GETTING MORE AND MORE ALERT

EK DOFA EK DABI HASINA TUI NEME JABI! YESSS!! AWAAZ UTHAA BITCHESS. SCREAM OUT THE FUCKING WORDS. Honestly I feel you. I live in a residential area and it's VERY safe and VERY quiet. It's pretty detached from the main town (where the protest actually happens) so we barely hear anything. BUT YESTERDAY I SAW A TINY GROUP OF PEOPLE (10-12) DOING A MICHIL AND THEY WERE CHANTING (Jegeche re jegeche! Chatroshomaj jegeche!) AND I WAS SO PROUD AND SO EXCITED LIKE YEAHHHH GO GUYS. I couldn't join them cause it was like 7 pm but I clapped along with their chants AND BRO THEY WERE EQUALLY EXCITED TO SEE ME HYPING THEM UP THEY WERE LIKE "WOAHHH DEKH DEKH OI MEYETAO AMADER DOLE" AND I WAS LIKE YESS AMI DEF TOMADER DOLE. It was the first time I saw any shred of the protest with my own eyes and it was really wholesome 😭 I felt like wow. Maybe we're gonna win after all. ALSO WAIT YOU MEAN THE POLICE WOULD JOIN OUR SIDE??? THIS IS GREAT YOU JUST MADE MY DAY DONT GIVE UP PEOPLE. WE'RE GONNA GET THROUGH THIS. WE'RE GONNA WIN.

Spread the word!!

[musicwithoutborders]

Anonymus / The Morley Consort, Consort Lessons.Book 1.Michill's Galliard I Various [Danseryes . Renaissance], 1971

[evelyne-am]

17th march 2023

Day 4

How is every day so different from the rest? The night before I had a bit of an incident, someone did something that triggered me and I yelled at someone. I didn’t process it then. On day four I slept a whole eight hours. I woke up super fresh, it was Friday, the roads were clear, and I even had time for a cup of tea before rehearsal. It was really lovely and cool and I was just thinking yesterday went so well today is going to be brilliant. But the second I entered, (on Friday we have a different room which is part of the music and dance department), I sense this weird shift in energy because of the room. This dance workshop room has mirrors all around, is sort of like in the basement ground floor place with less light, very low ceilings, smaller, and there’s a smell of bloody feet. We all felt it and as we performed it too. In our running and awareness exercise we were messing up and messing up, and the mirrors were throwing us off the room was throwing us off. And of course that did not bode well with sire and for the first time Showed us how amateur some of us are that within the change of scenario or skills were not as sharp, maybe it wasn’t everyone but a couple of us. M is still on rest. She's supposed to join the group exercises from day five, but seeing our state she just popped in today a day early. It got better after she joined. During the break I ran outside for some fresh air. It was then that I burst into tears (I frequently do every day). My dialogue for the day was about people being kept in bunkers, and I realised why that day I was in that room. It was nowhere near a bunker but yet I felt suffocated throughout and so, I burst into tears thinking about those poor women who lived in bunkers month after month whereas I could barely stay in a ground floor room for two hours at a stretch. Today was really intense. Sir  introduced Music and me and Music is a whole thing. The kind of music that would be used as a background score for war is obviously not a pleasant kind and at one point I covered my ears because it was just too much. Overall it was a super super intense rehearsal, the opposite of what had happened the day before and for the first time we had a couple of people sitting in who would be designing our set (more about that later). Towards the end I feel like I understood for the first time (as I said in my Insta story) 1% of what this story was about. Not just because I was not able to enjoy the room that day, but because of how the music took me somewhere as well. I realise I need a little bit of help to get into these characters, I’m still on the outside looking in. 

Back into my real world I was also not in the best of moods, overall I was very unsettled that day. And I realise that I had been a toxic person to someone who has been harassed in their life, when I could’ve been a kinder one. If you know me personally you know that guilt is one of my biggest problems, and it was all consuming, I was taking a night off but it was all that was on my mind. DC told me to apologise the best I can and so I will today.

But I can see how life even outside the rehearsal is teaching me to learn about the story: ie; the cruelty of life. 

Ps one of the girls had a part of 17 march in their part, but even then didnt notice, till we went on our break and saw shilpakala covered in banners and us being warned of any local michils did i realise it was 17 march, nowadays i'm just counting in my days. I like it like this. Earlier I had told someone that I have lived my whole life chasing the love of making new creations; the fame, recognition is a lovely bonus, but it has never been why I do what I do. The way you see me now, is how I started my life as a musician, all consumed, immersed in being better; better for my teachers and then for my audience. And yes it goes up and down with commercial factors and making a living sometimes, but this is just what i wanted in life. A focal point, to drown out everything but the purpose. 

PPs here's a photo of our ladies in the play. Guys were inside with sir.

Ppps. We found out the night before the shadow boy's mother passed away, that’s why he didn’t come :(

[aishiteru-kenshin]

Otaru Snow Light Path Festival | Otaru Yuki Akari no Michi

Late January — Early February

The Otaru Snow Light Path Festival (小樽雪あかりの路, Otaru Yuki Akari no Michi) began in 1999 with the hope of creating a place for people to “feel easy, to think about things leisurely in the glow of the candlelight, and to have time to reflect on themselves forgetting a little of their bothersome daily life in a rapidly changing society.” It is held at the same time as the Sapporo Snow Festival, but the atmosphere here is far more peaceful and spiritual: candles artfully placed on top of the snow and the frozen canal that runs by the waterfront. The festival attracts about 500,000 visitors every year, many of whom come to visit from Sapporo (which is just an hour away from Otaru by train). There are two main sites: Unga Kaijo and Temiyasen Kaijo. The former is the stretch along the canal, made all the more scenic by the town’s beautiful architecture; the latter is an old railroad built in the 1880s that is illuminated with snow lanterns and decorated with sculptures.

[lyrics365]

My Girl

So blind nuni majuchyeosseo sunggan himi pullyeo ni apeseo neomeojil ppeon machi doen geot gata han daljjari puppyga nae simjangi neoreul ttara dallyeoga woah eopseojin kkoriga bungbung bari 1senchijjeum tteun geotdo gatae mami jollaejollae neol ttaraga tto meomchul su eopge michil deut tteollim (tteollim) neo ttaeme simjangi apeo You’re perfect shining (Shining) neomaneul gidaryeowasseo geunde…

[snicklesnek]

Silly Game Time: Time to take a gamble IF YOU DARE! Go to Wikipedia and click the option for a random page. Which is it, and do you feel about it on a scale of 1 to 10?

It took me to the page for Eunice Michiles, a Brazilian, teacher, and politician. I am not Brazilian and her page is absurdly short, gonna have to give it a 2/10. Most interesting thing on here is the fact that she's 95.

[aiyco]

ダイソーのコレな〜んだ！直で置くのはちょっと…毎日使うアレのスタンド（michill byGMO）｜ｄメニューニュース（NTTドコモ）

やば、かわいい！

パフ以外にも綿棒やらコットンやら、メイク中ってちょっとおいておきたい、ってことがよくありますよね！？

このスタンドあればそういうの気にしないで楽しめそう、すごい！

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 17

A/N: I'm so grateful to everyone that is still patiently waiting and reading. A huge thank you to all the folks that comment. Y'all are so nice. And the hugest thank you to @chloes-yellow-cup and @kimmania for always listening to my wild HCs and encouraging the wording. I love you awesome nerds.

Aubrey

If anyone had told her a year, a month, or even the very last week that she would be eagerly drinking down the blood of a necromancer, and one of the Michile clan at that, she would have laughed. No. She would have laughed at the thought that she would leave her tomb at all. But this…if someone had dared tell her that she would be doing this she would have ripped their throat out for the blasphemy. 

And now here she was, forced to accept Beca's offering, despite her weak attempts to stop the other woman. It wasn’t just her fear of hurting Beca during a feed, it was also her fear that she would lose herself to the lure of necromancer blood once again.

A lure that had led her down a path of madness and grief for more than 500 years after losing Harun. She wasn't sure she would survive that again. In fact she was certain she would not. 

Aubrey fought against the thirst that threatened to consume her body and soul but Beca's blood was too intoxicating and she needed it so badly. The blonde greedily drank down every precious drop with a soft possessive growl at Beca's command to drink.

The necromancer's blood was so ripe with power that it bit and stung its way down her throat. The discomfort gave her pause a second before Beca’s energy crashed into her. Aubrey’s body arced up stiffly with the force of it as the power fed life into a vessel too long without.

She was healing at a rate she had never known before even with strong fresh blood. Aubrey’s lids grew heavy and she closed her eyes. She had no need to see, every cell of body was acutely attuned to the point where her mouth met Beca’s arm.

Harun had been a powerful and well practiced necromancer but he had never been full of this kind of power. She felt the power of every generation before Beca's cresting over her again, ready to smother her should the necromancer desire it. Aubrey opened her eyes slowly as the distance between Chloe and Beca closed. She reached out blindly to find Chloe’s free hand, their fingers grazing over each other just as the redhead's lips fluttered timidly against Beca's. 

Had she breath in her lungs it would have rushed from her body with the shockwave of power their kiss brought. But for the tether of her hand in Chloe’s she would have been lost in the ether of eternity. Aubrey clung to that thread that hummed with an energy that was all Chloe. She followed it blindly to the source and felt the connection deepen and swell around her.

It was as if her world was righted and she could sense past the blinding radiance of Beca’s power to the woman herself, adrift in the overwhelming loneliness and loss. Not just of anyone she had ever loved but the loss of childhood, the loss of belonging somewhere to someone. The loss of anything that meant a home. Family.

Aubrey had spent many years on her own in exile but Chloe had always been there. A warmth in the cold of isolation. Beca had spent her life with nothing. No people to call her own. No haven to find rest in. No love to guide her home. Well and truly alone against the world. Pain lanced through her core and echoed through Chloe. Their fingers twined together as they shared one thought and one voice.

You will never be alone.

We are with you. 

We are yours.

It was a truth she could not and did not want to deny. Each moment they had spent together had drawn them both in and bound them to the smaller woman. It was more than the pull of her blood. It was all that Beca was, and all she could yet be. Yes. They belonged to the necromancer as she belonged to them.

Aubrey found herself reborn and full of the strength of Beca's power. Full of power and life. She was drunk on it and nearly lost but for the flutter of Chloe’s hand squeezing hers. The vampire’s eyes snapped and she forced herself to break away from the lure of fresh blood. 

The energy around them shrank back and she should have realized the warning in it. But she was too sluggish by far to prepare for the backlash of power that crested and crashed into them and pulsed out with enough force to blow out all the windows around them.

Out of instinct alone she threw herself possessively over Beca and Chloe and snarled as the door slid open to the VW. She was still unfocused and blood drunk after her feeding but she could sense them outside the van. Vampires. Many vampires. Chloe was struggling under her, hampering her ability to get at the foes facing her. Aubrey let out an enraged roar, feeling her horns pierce and tear through her flesh as easy as a sharpened blade. 

In the scramble to get free of Chloe her hand rolled over the hardened steel of her ax blade. She didn’t dare take her eyes from the vampires awaiting her outside the door. Her hand skittered along the handle of her ax until it was firmly in her palm despite the fact that there was precious little room with which to swing it. Aubrey lunged forward out of the van and found her body tangled up and drawn down to the hard ground. 

They grappled and rolled, disorienting her further. Aubrey’s hearing was mostly a hum of muffled sound past the thunderous beat of Beca’s heart, and while vision was blurred she could still feel them there, surrounding the van. Surrounding her. Hands curled around her horns and gripped, wrenching her head around to stare at the figure on top of her straddling her body. 

Lips crashed against hers with the force and intensity of a starving vampire. Recognition blossomed as the tether between them vibrated with need. Chloe. Aubrey's struggles slowed and weakened until she melted into the other woman's body.

Chloe broke the kiss, leaving them nose to nose, her hands still curled gently around Aubrey’s horns. She could see nothing but the pools of blue she found herself drowning in. 

"Hey you."

Aubrey blinked rapidly to clear her head of the haze of being blood drunk. "Wha…"

"We're safe here."

Safe. It took too long for her to remember why she had been concerned about their safety and Chloe smiled at her confusion. Aubrey tipped her head back to look around and suddenly realized what had panicked her before. Vampires. Ones that were familiar to her, for good or ill, these were her own people. One large, broad shouldered man with a braided beard kneeled easily before her, head bowed.

“Einar?”

“My Queen.”

A rustling sound from the carriage made them all look at Beca struggling to sit up and scramble out from her prone position. Chloe eased off Aubrey’s body and moved to help Beca stand on unsteady feet. The necromancer shuffled forward, leaning into Chloe for support. 

“Did you just say Einar. As in…Einar The Lonely? As in…”

“Once, but no longer. Not in many years. You must be the lost daughter of the Michile clan, the one who drained a nest of vampires without so much as a ritual."

His voice was a low resonant growl when finally spoke. Aubrey could hear the strain as he fought not to react to the enticement of necromancer blood fresh on the air. That he struggled at all was enough for her to roll to her hands and knees, fitting her body between Beca and the rest of the vampires with a warning growl of her own. 

Beca’s steps steadied as she moved forward. She placed a hand on Aubrey’s shoulder in a silent request to be still. The blonde slowly stood but she didn’t take her eyes off the vampires in front of them.

“It wasn’t a personal attack.”

“That isn’t an apology.”

“Dad! Stop it!” Chloe huffed and stomped a booted foot on the ground. “We were saving Aubrey.”

“Wait...did you say dad?” Aubrey was just fast enough to catch Beca as her knees buckled. “I think I need to sit down, and maybe a transfusion.” 

She felt so small in Aubrey’s arms, so fragile. The vampire rose with the necromancer in her arms and snarled. Several of the ones standing behind Einar’s still kneeling form stepped back with nervous titters of whispers. Some of them looked in horror as several sluggish drops of blood fell from Beca’s arm and landed on the hard ground. It angered her and burned away some of the haze that feeding had brought. 

“You kneel before me, yet demand an apology?”

Einar’s head rose quickly then dropped again as he realized his mistake. Aubrey carefully transferred Beca to Chloe’s arms before standing directly in front of him. To his credit he stayed still but she could read the tension in his body, waiting for her to strike at him. 

“My Queen, I meant no disrespect. You must understand…the violation…of draining us…”

“As we have drained countless to their deaths in our many years? At least you yet live.”

For now. She didn’t have to say it for the words to hang heavy on each vampire there. Chloe cleared her throat to break the tension and stepped forward past her father to a set of metal doors set in the wall. Aubrey didn’t flinch at the chime of bells she couldn’t see but it was a near thing as the doors slid open to reveal a lit compartment. Chloe stepped in with Beca and winked a teasing challenge at her. 

Aubrey stepped in and turned quickly to eye the vampires watching them warily. She didn’t blink until the doors slid closed and a disembodied voice announced they were going down. One hand reached out to tentatively touch the glass walled compartment then jerked back when they started to move with a speed that caused her stomach to lurch. She flinched again when the descent slowed and the chimes rang out again. The doors slid open with an oddly clipped announcement that they had arrived without any indication of where that might be. 

She was hesitant to step out and follow Chloe but the doors started to close and it made up her mind. Aubrey leapt out and gave the doors a nervous look before dipping her head in gratitude. 

“Thank you.”

“Hey Horny…you know you don’t have to thank the elevator. It’s kind of its job to go up and down.” 

The vampire reached up to touch her forehead and frowned when she realized her horns were still protruding from her skull. A faint blush rose to her cheeks and she lifted her chin defensively. 

“Manners matter, Beca.”

Both women giggled at her response and she raised a brow. Beca reached out a hand and Aubrey took it. Warmth surged between them as if a circuit had been closed and tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying slid off her in a cascade. Chloe made a soft humming sound of approval and led them through a maze of hallways and chambers until they reached a private room that was warmly lit and dressed with comfortable furniture.

“What is this place?”

Chloe shrugged as she carried Beca into a room with a large canopied bed and gently placed her in it. The redhead turned and took in their surroundings with a soft smile and gestured. 

“Welcome to my home. Technically it’s a secret base hidden 15 stories underground but it’s home.” 

Beca sat up in the bed and stared at the far wall then turned saucer wide eyes on Chloe. “Is…is that a minotaur's head hanging on the wall??”

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