#not me thinking: it turns from liquid to gas and you cant see it anymore

[heymeowmao]

스터디그룹 | Study Group E8 ° What happens when you boil water?

[pinkykitten]

never give UP

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x female! reader

Warning: car accident, hospital, drinking and driving (do not do pls), speeding (also do not do), mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide, alcohol

Specifics: angst, romance, race neutral reader, one-shot

People: billy hargrove, max mayfield, neil hargrove, your dad, your mom, your doctor 

Words: 1,747

Request: By @intheendyouwillalwayskneel Hi, could I please get a Billy x romantic reader where Billy is speeding and they get into a wreck and she is permanently injured. Maybe she lurches forward and hits her head on the the breaking windshield. Then develops a brain hemorrhage and falls into a coma. Billy is horrified and heartbroken because it's all his fault.

Authors Note: wow this one i think i went a little overboard with the drama and story srry im a bit of a drama queen so ta-ta. this has a lot of things in it so if u cant read it or dont want to read it no shame and no hate, u do u. i do hope for those to read it to like it cuz i wanted to think outside the box. srry this took me quite a while to make another story ive just been rlly busy lately atm. 

Crazy little thing called love played loudly on the speakers in Billy’s car. The windows were opened as the wind howled against your ears. The car’s engine roared as it sped down the darkly lit street. It was late at night and some folks would say that it was too dangerous for a drive but you and Billy were daredevils. You were opened to a rebellious chapter in your life after you met Billy. He was willing to take risks, he was the bad boy you would read every night in your romance books. 

Your hand danced in the air outside of the window, creating a wave against the waving trees. You sang to the music as Billy laughed. He laughed like a mad man, feeling the adrenaline rush through his body. You and him howled like a bunch of crazy teenagers you were. You were young and you wanted to live your life. 

“So how is this y/n? Is this wild enough for ya?” Billy shouted over the blaring music. 

You took a swig of some alcohol located under the seat. It burned your throat as the liquid made its way down. You gave a look of disgust. Billy chuckled and took a drink himself, “too strong for you?”

You shook your head as you felt light. Alcohol still new to you so that small sip made you feel tipsy. You scooted closer to Billy and wrapped your hands around his face, bringing him closer to you. You kissed his lips and his cheek. Your lips made their way to his earlobe, biting lightly on the skin and then whispering into his ear, “Crazy turns me on.”

Billy raised his brow as he smirked, “is that so!” As quick as light his foot stepped on the gas pedal making the car seem to fly through the air. The miles were going higher and higher. At first you were having fun, enjoying the excitement but now it was getting too dangerous. Your smile disappeared and instead a frown was found on your face. You were actually scared.

“Billy okay thats enough. Slow down.”

He would not. Instead he sped more. 

“Billy, I said stop it!” You were shaking. The car was going so fast that any minute it felt as if it would turn over and tumble around. Billy cackled loudly. His old, selfish attitude resurfacing. Out from the turn came a truck. Billy was speeding to such a degree that the car was zig-zagging. The car and the truck were about to make contact. Billy was like a deer in headlights. His laughing stopped and now all he did was freeze. He didn’t know what to do. He quickly lifted his hand to go across your body while your hands laid against the steering wheel. The wheel turned and the car spun out of control. It missed the truck but rolled down a grassy hill. The spin was so rough that you lunged forward, hitting your head against the windshield. 

Billy quickly made sure you were alright but was met with a distraught view. Your head laid back against the seat. Your forehead was bloody and blood dripped out of your nose. You laid unconscious. Billy was so scared for you. He shook you, wanting you to wake up, “Y/n! Y/n! Please y/n please wake up. Please, I’m sorry.” Tears started to pour out of his eyes. He wanted you to be safe, to be happy. 

He felt so guilty. Seeing you in the hospital bed, machines and things poking into you. It was all his fault. He would visit you everyday, no matter what. You weren’t respondent though, you were in a coma. Every day he hoped and prayed that you would wake up from it. It didn’t matter if you didn’t want to see him anymore or hated him he just needed you awake and alive. Your parents were furious. He would dodge seeing them every time. They wanted to kill him and probably stop him from seeing you but he couldn’t let that happen. 

He needed to see you. 

Billy entered into your room, flowers in hand. He set the flowers in a vase and put them beside you on the table. The doctor told him that even though you couldn’t move or be aware of anything you still could hear. Billy would always speak to you. He would tell you about his day, about your gifts, about your family. Even though he was going through a rough time at his home, you mattered more to him. 

“Hey babe, its me Billy. I got you your favorite flowers today,” he softly massaged your hands. Hating seeing them motionless. Billy had cried so much during this time with you. He hated himself more now if that was even possible. He felt he was a failure to everyone, to you, to Max, to his mother. He felt he was just a waste. Tears started to drip from his eyes onto his cheek, “you know Max made a card for you.” He chuckles seeing the odd stickers on it and the drawings. He placed it next to your flowers. “She hopes you feel better and she misses you. I miss you too. Your parents miss you.” Silence. He despised the silence. He just wished you would jump out from that bed and live. “Baby, you gotta wake up. It doesn’t have to be for me, its has to be for your parents and for yourself. I’m so sorry for putting you through this. Its all my fault. I should be the one there not you, me!’

A knock filled in the silence. Quickly, Billy wiped his tears and saw that it was the doctor who came in. “Is everything alright here?”

Billy nodded. “Is everything okay doctor?”

“Well...y/n is going to have some complications if she wakes up from this coma. She developed a brain hemorrhage and we’re looking at maybe some sort of paralysis. We’re suspecting half of her body but it may be more, we’re not 100 percent sure.”

Billy was shocked and he couldn’t stop himself from crying.

“You monster!” Your father came in along with your mother. Your father ran up to Billy and clutched onto his denim jacket, tears also coming down his face. “How could you do this to my daughter?” The doctor was trying to stop the fight but your father was so irate. Your mother was sobbing in the background and Billy wished in that moment he was dead. Your father shook Billy and screamed at him. “You did this to her. Take a good look at her!” Billy turned to the side and saw you. You laid there calm. Tubes connected to you. “I never want to see you again. Not here, not now, not ever. If she wakes up from this she is banned from seeing or even talking about you. You will stop seeing her here and I swear to God if you think about walking in here again I will make sure you go through the same sufferings as my daughter!” Your dad shoved Billy out of the room and Billy ran out of the hospital. Sobbing silently, alone, quietly outside. Wishing the nightmares would just end. 

Billy had tried to see you in the hospital but your father was always there and the doctors knew he wasn’t allowed there anymore. Billy made a turn for the worst. He just couldn’t live without you. He started to go to alcohol for comfort, missing school and his temper rising even more, taking it out on Max. He was a mess. It was either feeling guilty over what happened with you or getting abused. There was no happiness for Billy. 

Billy had woken up with a hangover. Throwing up in the toilet. He was done with this life. Then the doorbell rang. Billy thought it was another one of Max’s loser friends so he called out to her. There was no answer. “Max! I said get the God da*n door!” There was still no answer. Billy walked over the door, cursing to himself as the room started to spin. As he opened the door he was greeted with your face. You stood there, smiling, a cane in your hand as you leaned on if for support. Billy opened his mouth wide in shock, thinking he was dreaming as he sometimes had dreams or feelings that he saw his mother sometimes. 

“Is that really you y/n?”

You nodded and jumped onto him for a hug. You gently caressed his curls. “Its me Billy. Its really me.”

“Wait,” he backed away from you. “No this isn’t right. You hate me! You’re supposed to hate me! I hurt you. I did this all to you. I’m, I’m a monster!” He started to cry as his lips trembled. 

You shook your head, “no, no Billy. Its okay,” you cradled him in your arms. “I’m fine now. I feel better.” You looked into his eyes. “Look at me, you are not a monster. I don’t hate you Billy, I could never. I forgive you for what happened but there was nothing to forgive in the first place. I love you Billy. With every fiber in my body I love you. I could never be apart from you. I know about all the things you did in the hospital. All the things you said, the gifts, Billy that wasn’t hate that was love. You did all that because you love me. What we both did was wrong that day. We should of never drank and speed, but its in the past know, we learn from our mistakes. I’m not like your parents or anybody else in your life that leaves you. I’m staying put right beside you forever. You can never get rid of me.”

Billy felt speechless in that moment. How did he get so lucky to be with you? What did he do to deserve such an angel as yourself? Billy embraced you again, “I love you so much y/n. I love you so much.” He kept repeating. You placed your hands on his jaw and kissed his lips lovingly. Billy was so grateful to have you in his life. Even though his life with his dad was not easy he had you to lean on. He had you to make him smile and laugh. He had you to keep him going and to remind him to never give up. 

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[dustaebunny]

19 years before

Jimin felt the heat from the sun burning his arms as he watched red drip from his mother’s face. This happened every time it got too hot, when they played for too long, when it was too cold, when he did not want to eat his vegetables... it seemed that lots of things caused the pretty crimson liquid to trickle from her face.

17 years before – allude more about quiet time, being fatigued and sickness

He laid his head on his mother’s lap. She was calmer today- no blood flowing from her nose yet. The calmness of the afternoon seemed to settle in and

“There are ships in the desert?” Jimin questioned his mother’s story. If he remembered right, in school they were taught that deserts had no water- and ships and boats. Those things live on the water. He frowned, “I thought ships live on the sea?”

Looking curiously up at his mother, she smiled down and replied, “Well yes, but there is a magical place on earth where there are gigantic ships on the in the middle of the desert!”

“Gigantic?” Jimin questioned again, lifting his head from her lap. His mommy continued to stroke his hair.

“Gigantic means huge, so big! Bigger than our house! Bigger than Grandma’s apartment! And it was all the way out there in an empty desert.”

“And you went there?”

“Yes, and on this trip I had met the most handsome prince with the help of a wizard.”

“Do you think that maybe there is a princess out there too?”

“Well Jiminie, maybe when youre older, we can go to this desert and see if your princess is out there also” /// maybe do something like when you grow old you’ll meet your princess too / we will search for her together

16 years before

Jimin is wearing the most uncomfortable suit. It is itchy and constricting, and hot. He is forced to stay still next to his father, but all he wants to do is wake his mom up. His auntie had told him earlier that she is going through a deep sleep and that she will be sleeping for a long time, so he needs to keep still and quiet.

His father is wearing black clothes too and has dark sunglasses on his face. He reaches out and clutches onto his father’s warm rough hands. He doesn’t understand why everyone is so sad. He just saw his mommy a few minutes ago, and she looked the most beautiful surrounded by all those flowers. She was so pretty. A long sleep sounds good for his mommy. She had been so tired lately. He had to always be a good boy and keep quiet. He needed to be the one to cook rice , to clean up after himself and his dad, to put away his fathers shoes. Jimin swore he was a good boy all the time, never once complained, never upset or sad. Always quiet and good, like his mother asked.  But all Jimin wanted to do was be loud, to play outside with his friends, with his mom, to lay in their back yard again under the big oak tree. // something about doing chores

There was always quiet time when he was home- when mommy needed her nap, he would too nap with her after completing his homework. Jimin is sad he cannot lay with his mother now, lay with her amongst the flowers. But he will stay quiet, like his auntie said. So his mommy can rest fully, and hopefully when she wakes up- she can help him with his homework.

14 years before

Jimin is in a black itchy suit again. This time it isn’t to say goodbye to another parent. No- now he is getting a new one. Her name is Sooyoung but he can call her mommy. That feels weird to say, he already had a mommy but shes in heaven now. And this new one, she has a little girl that is younger than him. He has a sibling now. It was just him for the longest time. Dad said he needs to learn how to share now, and that he needs to protect his baby sister. Her name is Dara. Dara is just 2 years younger than him. Dara looks up at jimin and holds out her hand. Jimin is shy but takes it. Maybe staying at home now wouldn't be so lonely anymore. Maybe his dad will be home more often and happy.

 8 years before

“This is so stupid. I cant believe he’s making me sign up for ballet” Jimin complains as he tosses his gear on the table in the cafeteria with his teammates, all hollering and laughing at the scowl on his face.

“Seriously man, just tell the coach you signed up and don’t go” The boy at the end of the table shrugged. Jimin cocked his head to the side to study the kid. Kim Taehyung, tall, fast, wide receiver on the team. He had no issues with his agility. Jimin was short and stocky, the idea of being able to skip, jump and be quick dreaded him. He was strong, stable, secure.

Another boy across from him shook his head. “Dude, just go to your fucking ballet tutu class.” The team captain said dismissively, “Coach ordered it, he knows what hes fucking talking about. Youre practically a tree stump on the field.”

The table erupts in laughter again at his comment. Jimin groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head back. “Fuck fine, but if anyone else gets the dancers prescription from coach, I don’t want to hear you bitching”. He grabbed his gear bag and stormed out of the room. If he wasn’t going to get the show of support from his teammates, for sure he’ll get it at home. His father wouldn’t let his only son sign up for dance classes with Dara. Wouldn’t he?

When Jimin gets home that night to complain to his family, his step mother happily signs him up for the same Jazz class Dara is in and his father is quick to support anything that will help him further his possible football career.

Should we introduce the dancing bit as him complaining to his parents? Or should it be with the other team mates?

Or should it be his inner monologue?

Coach claims Im too stiff, that there is no agility?

2 a days for football practice ontop of attending ballet?

 "So coach told me that I should sign up for dance or ballet lessons." Jimin peeked up and looked at his father from across the table.

 "He asked you to take dance lessons on top of your 2 s days practice?" His step mother questions, Sooyoung was a lovely woman, the soft slope of her nose scrunching at the thought of jimin having such a busy and tight schedule over the summer.

 "Well what did the coach say? Did he mention why you needed the classes?" His father peers at Jimin, face stern and hard," You should listen to him, aim to do good, football can do wonders for your future, get you into a good college, maybe even a few scholarships."

 "HA! Jimin is gonna take dance lessons like a girrrl" Dara teases,

 no no  she would be upset

 "Ew no mom! come on I don't want him taking classes with me! its bad enough Ara and Tina have like the biggest crush on my stepbrother! And I already see him enough at home!" Dara groans.

 "Well the coach said I was a little stiff on the field, he told me that ballet is supposed to help with Agility or something I guess.." Jimin stares down at his plate and pushes his food around with a fork. He can see it now, his father, mentioning the scholarships, the money, the opportunity. There was no way he was going to get out of this, he was going to go to dance lessons whether he liked it or not. "Please dad I really don't-"

 "What is Kim taehyung doing? Isnt he on the team with you?"

 "yeah but hes a wide receiver he doesn't have the same position as I do, and- I mean I guess his reaction time is better than-"

 "ah so you really do need these lessons then? You are part of a team Jimin, whether you like it or not, and you need to pick up the slack and be one with the team. They cant have you falling behind. You need to do whatever you can to help further the group. You need to be looking at the long game, you need to not only look at where you can improve now, but how you can help bring your team to nationals, to be scouted, hell maybe even play on that national level"

 "Arent you dreaming a little too big dad?"

 "You don't get it son, I may be just a lowly accountant but I see what these guys earn. What sort of life they lead, I want you to do better than me, I want you to be more than just comfortable."

 His stepmother shifts in her seat. "I'll sign you up for jazz with Dara, atleast that way we aren't wasting gas running around town for your guy's extra curriculars"

 Jimins father leans in and kisses Sooyoung softly. Ofcourse Jimin thought, his father was going to let him suffer through any sort of humilation, anything to further his 'football career'.

 4 years before

//describe house party- maybe?

“You’re a great dancer!”

Jimin learns that dancing is a trait that girls- no women like. Dancing with a girl at a party. He learns that she goes to college, shes sophisticated, shes soft, and pretty and her perfume smells nice. There is an intoxicating way about her and it isn’t just the 6 beers that him and his teammates chugged earlier. The way she smiles up at him- its like she has(or knows) a secret. She closes her eyes and leans her head back. Sweat is trickling down her neck, and Jimin eyes the drop that slides down toward the center of her breasts. Her face is flush and he swears he has never seen the color pink be so pretty. She turns around presses her back to him and grinds on him, really digging into the erection in his pants. He almost freezes in the middle of the dance floor. She probably felt it right? She must know he is hard right? There is no way she could not know.

She quickly turns around to face him again. And Jimin braces for it, this is when she tells him off, tells him to quit being such a pervert, tells him to-

“Hey lets go upstairs” She leans in and whispers in his ear, Jimins throat is suddenly dry. She searches his face again and smirks, “Come on big boy, there’s no need to be shy.” She is quick to grab his hand, to drag him through the crowd and to guide him to a room upstairs.

 //maybe cut- better to allude to a good time?

She is quick with her hands. Jimin can hardly think straight, hes too worried that he will come off as lame, too nervous that she will see right through him, see him as some little boy, see him as a naïve stupid little virgin, totally reject him out right when she finds out that he doesn't know how to hold a woman, how to feel a woman, how to make her cum. Shes going to leave him in this dark room alone, with his pants around his ankles because hes an idiot. An idiot who can bring a woman to orgasm, who cant make her feel.

Jimin's belt is undone and she shoves his pants down to his ankles. She drops down to her knees and smiles up at him. His dick is hard and tenting his boxer. Aching for relief, aching for release, she presses a kiss to his base and he never blushed so hard. The contact making him shiver.

"Don't worry" she whispers to him, "I know how to make you feel good." Jimin isn't sure whether shes talking to him or his cock. Jimin leans his head back and stares at the ceiling. The fan is whirling so hard it causes the chain to whip back and forth. He's doing everything in his power not to cum, doing everything in his power not to ejaculate all over his boxers and her pretty face. He feels her scratch his lower belly as she reaches in his underwear and pulls him out. Her grip where she is touching is hot and electrifying  

 3 years ago //revisit

Black, dressed in black again. Except this time it is to graduate. He was scouted and it going to play football for his mothers alma matter. He loves his step mom and his baby sister, but feels bittersweet and wonders what it would be like if his own mother is here. His father is proud- but holds Jimin at a distance.

Make a point where someone asks where hes going to school, and he mentions his moms alma mater- or some parent does. Father stiffens at comment.  Step mom is understanding and notes that it is a terrific school.

 Jimin grabs his diploma from his headmaster's hands. Finally hes graduating highschool, finally hes going to be going into the real world, finally hes going somewhere to play football, where he is appreciated for the sport. Away from his family, his annoying little sister, his distant father and his stepmother.

 One of the chicks on the girls soccer team stops by Jimin and his friends. They take pictures.

 "Hey Jimin where did you end up deciding on?" Taehyung's father asked Jimin whilst staring at his parents, why direct the question to him if hes going to be wanting to talk to his parents instead?

 "Well I ended up choosing Seoul National U my mom’s alma mater. I am going to be playing for them" ..

 "Ah the (whatever animal)"

 Jimin stares at his father, watching for his reaction. He wondered how he truly felt about him attending his mothers old school instead of going abroad like he had. He wondered if he always had resented him for trying to reach back to his dead mother, for trying to always find a connection to her. It was probably why he was so insistent on joining sports, why he was so adamant about him playing football, a sport that was not entirely as popular as it is in America. Jimin wondered if his father wished he were more like him and less like his mother, is that why he was so distant? or so off and the mere mention of her name? He used to question about her and her life when he was child, but was always brushed off, "Jimin you have a new mother now, you have a younger sister, you need to think about this family now, you need to help her with the yard. Take care of your younger sister, please go over her homework" It was as if he was trying to erase her from his memory and insert a new one. And when that didn't work, when jimin wouldn't stop pestering, stop digging, stop asking he just decided to ignore it forever, always silent on the issue.

 Kim taehyung finally rounds the corner and crashes into their group, "Cmon Jimin lets go! We gotta show this school who theyre going to be missing-" Grabs Jimin by the collar.

 1 year before

 // option 1 10:49 the red neon numbers blinked up on the wall behind the class. Dr. Kim was making his way around the classroom, talking with different students. Jimin already packed and ready to go

 // option 2 3 hours – Jimin reminded himself. He has 3 hours before practice, enough to get a good nap before the punishing drills his coach might have for him today. He was quickly packing his notebooks and things away while Dr. Kim- his literature teacher droned on, “And please I should not have to remind you, but read the chapters before the next class for discussion. Remember participation is 15 percent of your grade!”

 // option 3 Dr Kim approached Jimin at his desk

 // option 4 A shadow fell over Jimin while he was packing away his things at his desk. He slowly looked up to the person who approached him. Dr Kim his literature teacher.

 Packing up after Creative writing class.. Professor Kim is ending the class.. maybe start this with dialogue? Depending on how you start the others. Maybe Professor kim sends an email to him instead requesting that he come to his office to discuss his work or his grades. I know Football is important to you, hell it is way too important to this school, but have you thought about what life will be like out of college? I knew your mother back in the day- she had an affinity for writing too, I actually see a lot of her voice in you. You have the same writing style.

Suddenly Jimin starts to feel closer to his mother

 Professor shows him his mothers works

When she was pregnant with you she wanted to start a childrens book

Professor and friends was at the funeral service too and saw him

It is halfway through the semester – sorry for talking to you so late, but he was looking for his mothers things- is a hoarder took a while

 //option 5 Dr. Kim looks up from his desk  -- no describe office first? Papers haphazardly strewn around

Jimin steps inside of the cramped room that is Dr Kim’s office. Bookcases filled to the brim with figurines, binders and books adorn the wall. Sort of encasing Dr Kim in a box of literature. Dr Kim glances up from his desk startled. His dark almond eyes widening at his intrusion. As if suddenly remembering as to why he came Dr Kim stood up, “Ah Jimin, you got my email? I didn’t think you would have come so soon.”

 Jimin glances around(not feeling this at all – maybe just go straight to dialogue and forget describing the office?) “Sir, is there a reason as to why you emailed me? I wasn’t to sure- I have been attending all of my classes? Did you not like one of my assignments…?”

 “Oh no no no, please let me explain – first sit sit” gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

 “Park Jimin, Can I speak with you in my office? I want to talk to you about your work”

“Am I in trouble? Did I miss the assignment, or…?” (been attending classes, isn’t sure as to why he is being singeled out, maybe mention that he actually like this class)

 “Oh, don’t worry, its nothing of the sort- I just have a couple of things I would like you to see or actually I would like to give to you. Follow me”

 Heads to office- bit of a mess.

 “Sorry I am a bit unorganized here. Take a seat, let me find your mothers papers”

“My mothers papers? You have my mothers old homework?/You were my mothers teacher too?”

“Not her old homework, but her old manuscripts, your mother and I were classmates back during our grad school days. She was just starting her masters while she was still dating your father”

“I didn’t know that”

“Yeah, your mother was quite the writer- I see a lot of her voice / similarities in you too. Sorry it took me so long to find these drafts. At first I was too sure if you were Sara’s son- we met before you know? At the funeral, you were probably too young to remember. And I didn’t want to just spring on you that I knew your mother, I knew I had her old drafts somewhere… sort of a perk that I am a hoarder huh? I just knew I wanted to approach you when I had finally found them”

“I knew my mother graduated with a degree in literature, I didn’t know she had plans for a book.”

“Yeah your mother I believe also wanted to start a childrens series- I think that was around the time she found out she was pregnant with you.”

“Thanks, I’ll read over them. I just- thank you really.”

“Have you read her diaries by chance? I know she pretty much documented almost everyday of her life.// OR You must have already read through her diaries, I know this isn’t much add to it, but I thought that you should have it”

“No I haven’t really found anything of my mothers after her passing.”

“Youre on the football team aren’t you?”

“yeah im **whatever position**”

“Are you looking to go professional?”

“No, honestly its just a way for me to pay for school.”

“Well have you thought about what you wanted to do when school is over? Honestly I think you could really look into possibly writing as a career.”

“Oh, I don’t know- I’m not really well read, and this was just-“

“Just think about it, I am sure whatever you choose to do, your mother would have been proud. Honestly you just coming here would’ve made her ecstatic”

“Thank you sir, really this means a lot to me.”

“Outside the classroom you can call me Namjoon, jimin.

“Thanks Mr.Namjoon

 6 months before

Jimin decides to go for a creative writing minor, and starts talking with his grandparents??? I want a little snip of something before he has to head home to help the family pack up.. 6 months is probably around Christmas time too right?

 “… I got the promotion at work, so we will be moving into the city in the next couple of months..”

“Months why is that so far away?

I need to hire and train my replacement; they don’t want me leaving until everything is in order.

 We’ll be moving to the city, so Jimin if you want instead of paying/staying at the dorm- you can stay at home. It’ll be easier on your bills since you wont be resigning the scholarship contract?// make him more disappointed – but acknowledging

 Jimin wouldn’t you want your own space though? Since you have been living on your own for the past few years- you know with privacy and all? Especially for girls?

 Pfft as if! The only girl I bet he brings around to his stinky apartment his Jill!

 Jill?

 Yeah his right hand!

 Dara!

 What its true! My older stepbrother- when did you become such a loser?

 Shut up Dara, at least I don’t actually screw around with dweebs like Jungkook

 He isn’t a dweeb ok!

 He should get a real job, playing video games for a living is lame

 Oh you’re just jealous! And video gaming is considered a sport now, a Neanderthal like you wouldn’t understand.

 Rolls his eyes, Yes because using a keyboard and mouse requires a lot of skill

 You shut up! You-

 OK OK you two. Settle down,

 But mom!// more snarkier conversation- probably redo the whole teasing/argument, but mostly centering on Jimin not getting laid

 Jimin so you’ll stay with us for your final year?

 Yeah I guess so, It beats having to find a roommate for an apartment, or staying in the dorms again.

 Good, because we will need a hand with the move. We’ve accumulated way too much stuff over the years.

 Mostly Jimins participation trophies -snickers-

 OR family holiday scene

1 week before

His father gets the promotion and they are going to be moving to the city, closer to Jimin. Jimin helps them pack up the household for the movers.

 Gripping the wheel of his car, Jimin is halfway through the drive home-

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you needed me to bring? Like extra boxes or tape?”

 He hears his stepmother sigh, “No, no thank you Jimin. We’re going to first clear out the house and try to sort through the junk. I don’t want to accidently pack up trash and ship it to Seoul.”

“Ok mom, what about dinner? I can stop by some place and pick something up?”

 “Ah well actually, Dara is cooking for us tonight.”

 “Dara? Are you sure?”

 His stepmother laughs, “Yeah, she’s found these videos online and really has gotten good at it, the Park household has been eating gourmet for the past couple of months.”

 “Wow I can hardly believe it.”

 “I think it might have to do with that boy shes been seeing” She whispers.

 “Do you want me to interrogate her, find out?”

 “Oh no no, its fine- so long as we can reap the benefits. Just hurry home and drive safe. Love you.”

 “Love you too”

3 days before

Step mother asks that he start working on the attic, and that he should sort it out into piles. Mentions something about the step mom going through a marie kondo phase. And also mention tid bits about if you do not feel joy, throw it out.

Make mention of all of his trophies, mostly participation or attendance. Younger sister throws some shade about that, nice sibling banter.

 Coughing out the dust in his lungs. Jimin makes his way downstairs from the basement lugging a box of trashable momentos.

“You clearing out all of your participation trophies?” Dara snickers.

“No, just all of your attendance certificates,”

Scoffs whatever.

Jimin places the box in the throw away pile his stepmother had set up in the living room. Jimin trudges his way back up the stairs into the attic. Boxes stacked high in the tight dusty space. Forgotten dreams, old achievements, lack luster memories seemed to clog the space. A time capsule for an era he has little to no memory of. Jimin dusts off a box labeled photos, Flips through images of his mother and finds them of his father, finds them with him, also finds images with Dr Kim Namjoon and others. These images she is seen carrying a notebook / diary. Jimin wonders if he will find them like Dr Kim Namjoon has suggested.

1 Day before

Jimin finds the box of his mom’s notebooks and diaries. He is first amazed at findng such a treasure, then is conflicted if he should read it.

 Jimin places the boxes of his mothers diaries in his room. He picks up one and flips through it. Decides against reading it and lays back against his childhood bed. Goes through the throws of whether he should read it or not. Decides ultimately to sleep on it. But decides to keep the books.

 Jimin heads back upstairs into the attic to clear out more junk.

Day of

 After finally clearing the attic, Jimin decides to start on his room. He glances back at the box of notebooks and decides to take a break and read through them. Hes curious about his mother and wonder who she really was. He feels the spine and finds the one he recognizes from on of the photos. He picks it up and thumbs through it. Different passages of  her travels. (maybe add excerpts?)

Jimin finds the notebook of his moms travels when she was in college, and it was during a study abroad English program- she went to some school in Texas where she met his father. Talks about the desert and the ships in the desert. Triggers the memory of when he was a child.

   Or scrap – father for sure went to school in the states. But maybe mother just went there for vacation

 4 days after

Jimin is in the car and makes the resolve to go through with the plan of following his moms foot steps