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Before I Met You | Two

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Pairing: NCT (Jaehyun, Lucas...) X Reader/OC

Genre: Romance, Angst, Coming of Age

Summary: Four. There were four people before I fell in love with you… Here are their stories.

Warnings: Some swearing

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On the morning of Winter Ball, Doyoung and I were running late on finishing our history presentation. To increase the anxiety, everyone else messaged me to tell me they were going to be late and I was beginning to wonder if that was a sign as to how the rest of the night was going to progress. Fortunately, we managed to make it to the restaurant within a half hour of the originally planned time.

We all admired each other’s outfits at the restaurant. I opted for a navy blue body con dress with sparkly silver heels; Doyoung looked rather casual with some black slacks, a white button-up with a tie, and a black pair of converse; Hana wore a black, lacy A-line dress with nude heels; Hyojin had a black, leopard print sheath dress and black booties; and Seungwan wore a teal blouson dress with white flats.

Luckily, despite the initial mess, we managed to have dinner and arrived at the dance right as the doors opened. Few people were there; most of them likely wouldn’t arrive for another hour.

The five of us walk into the dance hall and pick an empty table towards the back to place our belongings. The room is dark with the exception of several spotlights illuminating the dance floor and decorative candles spread out over the white-clothed tables. Hyojin and I sit down and watch the handful of people who had started to dance.

“So what are you going to do?” she asks.

I smile. “It’s not going to happen, okay? So don’t worry about it.”

“You could just ask him!”

She’s right. I could just ask him; but unfortunately, my fear overrides any risk I’m willing to take for a chance that is ultimately, really slim.

I shrug and stand up when I see Doyoung, Hana, and Seungwan heading towards the dance floor. Hyojin follows after me and we join the other three in a very awkward effort to dance – at least, it’s an awkward effort for me. My self-awareness of the lack of people around me makes my body tense as I can’t be sufficiently shielded from any onlookers seeing my poor attempt to move to the music. I’m already distracted from frequently looking towards the entrance, anticipating Lucas’s arrival. My split attention is probably making my movements even more stiff and robotic. I try to ignore it, engaging in empty laughter with my friends.

As more people arrive, the dance floor gradually becomes full. What a relief. Soon, Hana taps me on the shoulder, asking me to accompany her to the restroom to help fix her hair. As we walk into the lobby, I pause as another group walks in from the main entrance.

Lucas.

Lucas is at the front of his group of six boys with Seulgi following closely behind him. There’s a certain demeanor to them, as if they’re trying too hard to give the impression of some kind of social status within the high school realm. Lucas is holding his head a little too high and Seulgi looks as if she’s just trying to fit in by hanging onto their supposed alpha.

“Look who’s here!” Hana teases.

I press my lips together and continue walking to the restroom, my gaze focused on the floor.

I frown when I look in the mirror.

“I didn’t realize that I look like a mess,” I say, referring to my hair that had fallen from its original pinned structure.

“Just shows that you’re having fun!”

After assisting each other to look presentable again, we walk back into the lobby to find Kun and Sooyoung, two of the nominees for Winter Ball Court.

“Hey! Y/N!” Sooyoung greets as she walks up to give me a hug.

“Hey, Sooyoung. Hi, Kun.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Kun says, giving me a quick hug before taking a step back.

Hana begins to engage in small talk with Sooyoung. I stand there, appreciating the scent of Kun’s cologne before I see his eyes looking up and down my figure.

“Wow, Y/N...” He almost looks surprised. “You look really nice!”

Subtle.

“Thanks! So do you!” I say, making the effort to exchange pleasantries.

Hana and I exchange a few more words before bidding our goodbyes and rejoining our group on the dance floor. Yeri, one of Hana’s friends, taps Hana’s shoulder and joins our circle as we dance together. I look around the room, immediately spotting Lucas dancing with his friends.

Okay, so just keep an eye – oh who am I kidding? You already know this isn’t going to happen.

Yeah, but you secretly want it to happen so you’re going to keep an eye on him anyway.

Eric Nam’s “Love Song” begins to play over the loudspeaker and couples convene on the dance floor. I snap my head over to the spot where I saw the boy I was so desperate to dance with, but before I can locate him, two arms are suddenly thrown over my shoulders.

What the –

My head snaps back to see Doyoung, Seungwan, Hana, Yeri, and Hyojin rocking us in a circle with everyone’s arms around each other’s backs.

“What are we doing?” I shout in confusion.

I hesitantly put my arms around Hana’s and Seungwan’s backs and continue to rock back and forth with them. Attempts to look around to see what everyone else is doing are fruitless due to the arms strapped around my shoulders, locking me into place. I frown.

We’re doing a six person slow dance. I’m pretty sure no one else is doing this.

“Is anyone else doing this?!” I shout to everyone.

“No!” Doyoung answers cheerfully.

Okay then… this is really awkward.

A short while later, two random girls run up to our circle and ask to join us. My face grows expressionless.

Now it’s an eight person slow dance. Fantastic.

Looking over Doyoung’s shoulder, I can see two-person couples slow dancing - as one would typically expect. We were definitely the only people in this arrangement. Having realized I had no choice but to go along with it, I laugh nervously, self-conscious of the fact that everyone was likely questioning our choice. Fortunately, the song quickly ends and everyone releases their arms, laughing to each other. The two girls who joined us thank us and run off.

Hyojin turns to me. “Hey, I need to get some air. Want to come with me?”

“Sure.”

We walk into the lobby, chatting back and forth about dinner and the silly dance we just had.

“That was… odd,” I remark.

“Yeah, but it was fun!”

We walk around the lobby for a bit, deciding to sit down on the sofas and watch people having their pictures taken.

“I didn’t see him. Well, I did, but then I lost sight of him when we started dancing together,” I say.

“I’m telling you! You should just ask him!”

“He’s probably just going to dance with Seulgi.”

“So? No harm in asking. You guys are friends! Why wouldn’t he want to?”

“Because I’m a chicken.”

“Yes, but you’re a beautiful chicken,” she says. “You’re a beautiful, brave chicken that’s going to gain the confidence to ask your prince charming to dance!”

I look at her, completely deadpanned, only able to sigh and shake my head before standing up and walking away, her laughter ringing in my ears. She follows behind me as I head back to the dance hall. At the entrance, we spot Seulgi and Lucas looking at us while they stand in line to vote for Winter Ball Court.

“Hi, you guys!” Seulgi greets.

“Hey, Seulgi!” Hyojin and I say together.

“Did you guys already vote?” she asks us.

“Yeah, we voted when we got here,” Hyojin responds.

Hyojin continues chatting with Seulgi. I stand off to the side, looking back and forth between Lucas’s profile and the floor. He keeps his focus straight ahead, pretending to ignore anything that isn’t directly in front of him.

Should I say something?

I see him shift his eyes to the side, looking at me while keeping his head facing forward.

Uh… what do I say?!

Suddenly, he sticks his arm out to give me a hug.

“Hey!” he says.

Oh yeah… act like you just noticed me.

“Hi!”

“You look great!” he beams.

I feel my face getting hot and I become tongue tied.

Tell him he looks nice too!

“Thanks!” I say, unable to form any more words. I place a hand on his back and the other on his abdomen to return the side hug.

That wasn’t what you wanted to say…

“Hey, Hyojin!” Lucas greets.

“Hey! You look really nice, Lucas!” she says.

“Thanks!”

“Did you guys dance?” Seulgi asks.

“Yeah! I’m really bad at dancing though,” I admit. “But Hyojin – sometimes I look at her and I’m like, ‘How do you do that?!’”

“Yeah, I saw you! You’re a really good dancer!” Seulgi exclaims.

“Thank you!”

There’s a short pause as we all smile at each other. I suddenly feel a hand gently rest on my shoulder.

“Hey, I’ve been obsessed with that song you showed me.”

My eyes meet Lucas’s smiling face and I attempt to smile back through my nervousness.

“Oh! Nice! It’s really good, right?!”

A few days earlier, I texted Lucas a song that I thought he would like: “Call You Mine” by Jooyoung.

“Yeah! It’s so good!” he remarks.

My nervousness gets the best of me and I’m at a loss of what else to say. Time to leave.

“All right, well, we’re gonna go back to dancing,” I say. “We’ll see you later.”

“Okay, bye!” Seulgi calls.

“I guess I’ll see you later,” Lucas says.

I give a small smile and nod before Hyojin and I walk away from them. She nudges my side.

“Ooh, he’s obsessed with that song you showed him,” she teases.

“Shut up.”

We rejoin our group as salsa music starts playing over the speaker. Hyojin easily grooves to the music, stepping side to side effortlessly.

“Teach me! Teach me!” Hana calls, running up to Hyojin.

“Me too!” Yeri chimes.

The six of us form a small circle on the side of the dance floor, placing our arms behind each other’s backs as we had during our group slow dance. We attempt to imitate Hyojin’s movements, somehow managing to stay in sync. I look around the room, seeing Seulgi and Lucas at the back of the dance floor again, dancing with their group of friends.

Okay good, he’s not watching.

Returning my attention back to the group, I lose track of my steps and end up out of sync from the rest of my friends. Even though I try to focus, I end up overthinking each step such that they appear awkward and unnatural. I frown, but the dance isn’t really my priority.

When the song ends, our principal appears at the front of the stage.

“Hello everyone! How is everybody doing tonight?!” she calls into the mic.

Cheers erupt from every part of the room. Everyone slowly starts to make their way to the sides of the dance floor, forming a small aisle leading to the stage. My friends move closer to the front of the stage, behind a majority of the crowd.

“Wonderful! All right, it’s now time to announce the nominees for Winter Ball Court! Let’s all give a hand to Cho Seunghwan and Kim Jihyun!”

More cheers and clapping continue as the nominees walk down the aisle. I step away from my friends, my body feeling heavy and tired from being on my feet all night. Uninterested in the commotion, I make my way over to one of the small tables on the side of the dance floor. I lean one arm on the table and stare into the dimly lit room, only able to see brief flashes of each nominee’s face between everyone’s silhouettes as they walk past. Eventually, I turn away from the crowd and focus my attention on the glittering chandelier in the lobby just outside the entrance. My view is suddenly blocked when Lucas appears in front of me, also choosing to lean against the table.

“Hey! I saw you guys! You did good!” he commends, putting his hand up for a high-five.

Shit, he saw me.

I put my hand up to return his high-five, mumbling a quiet thanks and keeping my gaze on his shoulder to avoid making eye contact with him. An overwhelming sense of embarrassment and shyness fills me.

Hopefully he wasn’t paying too much attention to how I clearly can’t dance.

I turn my head back towards the dance floor, watching all of the nominees again.

“Hey! Let’s get closer so we can see!” Lucas says to Seulgi and Sicheng as he walks towards the center to stand beside them.

God, I looked so stupid and he just had to see me.

My eyes widen at the sudden realization and I slowly turn my head to look over at the spot twenty feet away where Lucas was with his group.

Wait a second… he saw me? But he was over… there…

I’m pulled away from my thoughts when I spot my friends standing away from the crowd, mostly chatting amongst themselves. I join them, silently watching and waiting for our principal to announce the King and Queen.

“And the Winter Ball King and Queen are…”

I search the crowd for Lucas again, barely able to spot the top of his head. The room is silent except for some chatter coming from the lobby. I feel a sudden emptiness next to me and realize that my friends had moved further back towards the table I was just leaning against. A few feet away from them, I notice that Seulgi had walked away from the crowd and sat down on the floor next to one of the tables.

“…Qian Kun and Kim Sooyoung!”

Cheers and clapping fill the room as Kun and Sooyoung are each given a crown and a sash saying, “Winter Ball Court 2015.”

“All right, everyone. We will now have our 2015 Winter Ball Court start us off for the traditional slow dance!”

The initial aisle that had been formed slowly morphs into a large circle as people move to allow the winners to start the slow dance. Hunter Hayes’ “Wanted” plays over the speakers.

“Oh my God, they play this at every dance,” I groan as I walk over to my friends.

“I know!” Hana responds.

I actually like the song. But it’s true, they play it at nearly every dance we have. I decide to make light of it and join Hana in a dramatic serenade to Hyojin.

“Cause everything that don’t make sense about me… makes sense when I’m with you!” we sing to her.

Hyojin rolls her eyes and laughs. Hana steps away from Hyojin and joins Yeri in a playful tango. My smile fades quickly when I turn my head to the right and briefly make eye contact with Lucas just as he looks away.

“Seulgi!” he calls.

Well so much for that.

“Seulgi! Come on!” he continues.

I return my attention back to my friends and remembering our silly slow dance from earlier, I begin to take steps backwards onto the dance floor, trying to signal to them to join me.

“And everything that’s green girl, it needs you!” I sing to them.

At that point, I had distanced myself several feet away from them, but no one was looking at me.

Hello? You coming?

They remain in their same spot near the tables. Hana and Yeri continue their tango with the rest of our group laughing at them.

“Seulgi! Get up!”

“No!”

I look over at Seulgi to see her in the same position on the ground with Lucas pulling her by her arms, attempting to make her stand up and dance with him. My forehead creases and my expression turns to one of confusion.

What is she doing? Why won’t she get up?

“Get up!”

“No!”

I shake my head and sigh before turning away, looking expectantly at my friends. To my disappointment, they remain engrossed in their over exaggerated singing and dancing with each other, ignoring everything else. I sigh again and just as I turn back to look at Lucas, our eyes lock as he spins around to face me. We stare at each other, our expressions emotionless.

Um…

I raise both of my eyebrows as a form of acknowledgement, though a look of concern quickly washes over my face. He remains still.

With a feeling of shyness overcoming me again, I look to my friends, gently smiling at their laughter and playfulness. They truly had no idea what was happening six feet away from them. I quickly turn back to Lucas, locking eyes with him again.

What is he doing?

I blink.

And then a realization hits me.

Uh oh, he’s going to ask you to dance.

As if he decided to bite the bullet, he shakes his head and lets out a breath. “Fuck it,” he mutters to himself before making a beeline straight towards me.

My mind draws a blank as I shift my eyes to the floor, remaining stationary. He stops in front of me, gently slipping his hand into mine. I feel his eyes intently watching my face, studying my expression for any hint of objection. My body remains frozen and I’m unable to lift my head to make eye contact with him. All I can do is continue to fixate on the spot on the floor.

After a moment, he gently leads me towards the front of the dance floor. I stare at our intertwined hands.

Well this wasn’t supposed to happen in real life.

He stops near the front of the stage and turns around to face me, wrapping his arms around my waist and clasping his hands together on my lower back. I put my arms on his shoulders, but still can’t bring myself to look at him, choosing instead to stare at his bow tie.

Don’t look at him. Just don’t look at him. Oh my God, what is happening?

“Put your arms around my neck.”

What?

“What?” I ask, knowing perfectly well what he just said.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he says again.

I manage to turn my head several degrees and stare at my left arm, slowly moving it behind his neck. My right arm, seemingly unable to function properly, remains on his shoulder in its original position. My eyes widen in surprise, realizing that putting my arm around his neck causes me to take a step closer to him, leaving but a mere inch between our bodies.

Without thinking, I place my head against his chest.

“Yeah, like that,” he says softly.

He gently guides me, taking small steps, rotating us in a small circle.

“Have you ever slow danced?” he asks.

“Uh… no…” I stutter.

At least now he knows why I seem like I don’t know what I’m doing.

He smells nice.

“You smell really good,” I say, in a flux.

He lowers his ear closer to my face. “What?”

I chuckle nervously and attempt to raise my voice to be heard over the music. “You smell really nice.”

“Aww,” he coos.

Smooth, Y/N, smooth.

After several moments, he begins to speak again.

“Hey, did you know that ‘Call You Mine’ song is actually a cover?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Did you go to Winter Ball last year?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Why are you asking so many questions?

I blink several times, unable to form a proper thought. “I don’t know…”

We continue our rotations with him occasionally giving me reassurance that I was doing well.

“You’re doing good!”

I remain silent, still in disbelief that this was even happening. I’ve lost most of my ability to have any coherent thoughts, choosing instead to enjoy the dreamlike moment – it was truly unexpected.

I smile when he turns us and I catch my friends’ frequent glances; they’re giggling and whispering amongst one another.

Doyoung suddenly moves into my line of sight.

Is that…?

He and Heejin are holding each other in the traditional ballroom dance position, smiling and singing to each other as they dance amongst the other couples.

He’s slow dancing with Heejin?

“So this is slow dancing…” Lucas murmurs, interrupting my thoughts.

I smile, attempting to stifle a laugh of amusement. Shh, Lucas, stop talking.

“Yeah, I kind of figured…”

“What?” he asks, lowering his head.

“I kind of figured,” I say again with a chuckle.

We’re so close to each other.

This is nice.

I like being here.

I feel safe.

Unfortunately, I’m not always graceful. My eyes widen when my foot slips and I nearly stumble, my thigh brushing against his lower body.

Shit. Don’t do that.

He removes one of his hands from my waist to readjust his glasses. Without regaining control, my foot slips again and my thigh brushes against the same spot.

Fuck! You just did it again! The first time is an accident, but the second time isn’t an accident! Which then makes the first time not an accident!

I quickly move my foot back in place, mentally cursing myself again.

Just enjoy this, you’ll be fine. It pretty much doesn’t get better than this.

It’s hard to comprehend what’s really happening. This was only supposed to happen in a fantasy and somehow, it’s happening in real time. Yet, it’s even more direct and shocking that what I had imagined for myself.

My first slow dance is with the first guy I’ve really ever liked.

The song ends and we release each other. I remain facing the front of the stage as Lucas walks around me, choosing to stand behind me.

“Aww…” he remarks, almost sounding disappointed that the dance ended.

I spin around to meet Lucas’s smiling face. Slightly embarrassed and still in shock, I attempt to return a small smile. We continue like this for several moments before he begins to compliment me.

“You did good!”

“Thanks…” I mumble.

He put his hand up for a high-five for the second time that night.

Seriously? Another high-five? After that?

I gently press my palm against his, letting my hand linger longer than a standard high-five. He puts his arm around me for a small hug that I quickly return.

That’s better.

“I’m going to go find Yang Yang and Sicheng,” he says, turning away from me.

“What?” I call after him.

Don’t go.

He turns around to face me again, lightly placing his hand on my bare shoulder.

“I’m going to go find Yang Yang and Sicheng,” he repeats.

“Oh, okay!” I say, trying to avoid sounding disappointed.

I watch him as he walks over to Yang Yang and Sicheng who were making their way back onto the dance floor. Stunned, I slowly return to Hana, Seungwan, Hyojin, and Yeri who start grabbing onto my arms and squealing in excitement. I filter them out, closely watching Lucas talking to his friends, but quickly look away when Lucas glances at me.

“You guys were so cute together!” Hyojin exclaims.

I gawk at her, my ability to speak still absent. A new song starts to play and my friends start dancing to the music again. I figure that I ought to at least try to act like everything is normal and that I didn’t just get completely swept off my feet by Lucas Wong. My natural state was emotionless – I wasn’t keen on having people know what I was feeling at any given time and particularly now, I didn’t want it to be so obvious to everyone that may have seen us that Lucas clearly has an effect on me. But I knew I was failing miserably.

Honestly, this whole dance was just a series of endless opportunities for me to make a fool out of myself when attempting to dance with my friends because if it wasn’t clear, I can’t dance. And especially now, I can’t concentrate on anything except for the event that just took place.

Doyoung rejoins us after a short moment and accompanies Hana and Hyojin in another salsa-type dance.

Throughout the rest of the night, I notice Lucas frequently take quick glances at me. I watch him dance with Yang Yang, Sicheng, and Seulgi, the latter who had finally joined them again after her bout of stubbornness.

I don’t get it. What was that?

Feeling confused and distracted by Lucas’s actions, I suddenly stop dancing and stand motionless.

“I’m getting kind of tired,” I say to Hyojin.

“Really? The dance is almost over,” she replies.

My feet are tired from wearing heels all night and continuing anything else physical feels tedious. I’m not in the right head space anyway, as the dance truly is the least of my concerns at the present moment. I know I’ve said that since the beginning, but it really couldn’t be more accurate now – my expectations constantly being exceeded and reevaluated every hour.

“I’m going to go stand over there,” I say, gesturing over to a table I had leaned against earlier. Hyojin joins me a short time later.

The dance music transitions to One Direction’s “Little Things.”

“All right, everyone, this is our last dance of the night! Thank you!” the DJ calls into the microphone.

My heart leaps as I frantically scan the crowd, searching for Lucas in hope of another dance.

Will he come over to me again?

I spot him ten feet away as he steps to the side, looking through the heads in the crowd in an attempt to find me. We make eye contact right as Seulgi turns around and throws her arms around his neck.

Goddammit, Seulgi. You didn’t want to dance with him before and now you want to?

I sigh and try to avoid blatantly sulking, but I can’t help but divert my gaze to the ground, feeling my heart sink.

“Did you see that?” Hyojin asks.

“See what?”

“He just looked at you like he was going to come over here!”

“Yeah…”

“But then Seulgi grabbed him,” she says bitterly.

“Let’s go…” I say to her, my disappointment nearly becoming palpable.

Well this sucks. But I guess I got the one dance I wanted. That’s more than I really could have wished for.

Seungwan is already sitting down at the table when Hyojin and I walk over.

“You didn’t want to ask Doyoung to dance?” I ask Seungwan.

“I thought about it,” she says solemnly, “but I decided not to.”

“Was he dancing with Heejin?”

“Yeah…”

My eyebrow raises in curiosity.

That’s odd…

“Did he ask her?” I ask.

“No, she came over to him and grabbed his hand.”

Huh.

“Oh, so she likes him,” I say matter-of-factly.

She sighs. “I guess…”

We sit there for the remainder of the song, my eyes occasionally wandering over to the dance floor, trying to make out the identities of the dark figures.

“Hey, guys! Let’s take a picture!” Hyojin calls.

“Do you want me to take the picture for you guys?”

We all turn to see Heejin standing next to our table.

When did she get here?

“Sure!” Doyoung says and hands her his phone.

Hana, Hyojin, Doyoung, Seungwan, and I stand up and position ourselves to take several photos together. Heejin walks up to Doyoung to give him back his phone. She smiles, remarking on how well the photos turned out as Doyoung flips through them. I smirk, indulging in a private joke before turning my attention back to the dance floor when the lights come on.

She definitely likes him. I bet she wants a picture with him. Gosh, Doyoung, you’d have no problem finding girlfriend.

Everyone starts walking back to their tables to gather their belongings and leave. Goodbyes can be heard throughout the room as people exchange hugs and take quick photos to commemorate the night. I spot Lucas standing by himself at his table.

Hyojin nudges me. “You should go say goodbye.”

I cringe. “I’m scared!”

Should I go up to him? Oh hey, there’s –

“Seulgi!” I call, pretending to be excited to see her.

“Hey guys!” she greets with a smile.

From my periphery, I see Lucas look over at us. I feel my anxiety increase when he starts to walk over to stand next to Seulgi.

Oh no…

“Hey!”

“Hi!” I return nervously, avoiding eye contact.

“You did great!” he says cheerfully.

Oh my God. Seulgi is right here and you’ve said that like twenty times already.

“Thanks…” I say hesitantly, staring at the space on the floor in between Seulgi and Lucas.

Lucas reaches over to give me a side hug.

“I’ll see you on Monday, okay?”

My body freezes and I suddenly want to scream at myself for making my reactions so indicative of the fact that I like Lucas. I avoid making eye contact with Seulgi even though I can feel her staring at me. I did not want her to know how I felt and I certainly didn’t care for her to have ill feelings towards me because she might think I’m trying to steal the guy she uses for attention - even though that’s exactly what I wanted to do.

“Okay!” I say, breathlessly.

He releases me and the four of us exchange smiles before heading off in opposite directions.

“Hey, do you guys wanna go get milkshakes?” Doyoung asks from behind us.

“Sure,” everyone says simultaneously.

We walk to a restaurant downstairs and Doyoung, Hana, and Seungwan all order milkshakes. The events of tonight play like a broken record in my head, leaving me too stunned to have much of an appetite. My fatigue is fighting against my shock, increasing my mental exhaustion. The girls stare at me, smug looks on all of their faces. Doyoung checks his phone, flipping through our group photos, oblivious to the amusement being exchanged over the table.

My phone buzzes and I check it to see a text from Hyojin.

Hyojin [10:48 PM] He definitely looked at you right before that last dance. There’s no way he doesn’t like you.

Logic told me that Hyojin was likely right. However, my emotions never failed to supply the doubt. Oh well. This was an issue for tomorrow morning.

I pull off my shoes in Doyoung’s car and I suddenly remember Seungwan’s comment about Heejin.

“Well that was fun,” I remark.

“Yeah!”

“Did you dance with Heejin?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. I just want to hear it directly from him.

“Yeah.”

“Did you ask her?”

“No, she came over to me and grabbed my hand. I didn’t really want to, but she wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

I laugh. “You know that she likes you, right?”

He shrugs. “Whatever.”

When I arrive home, I go to my room to take off my sweater and remove all of the bobby pins from my hair before going into the kitchen to greet my dad.

“So how was it?” he asks.

“It was fun! But uh… something happened.”

“What?”

“Well… I slow danced with someone.”

“Who?”

“Uh, Lucas came up to me and grabbed my hand to dance. And I might have… I don’t know… brushed up against his pants several times.”

He bursts into laughter.

“This isn’t funny! I didn’t know what to do!” I say frantically.

“No, it’s pretty funny,” he says in between laughs.

“You know, you really do look nice in that dress,” he says.

“I know! Kun and Lucas both complimented me!” I respond excitedly. ��Actually, Kun did not hide the fact that he was checking me out.”

My dad and I have a very close relationship. Though it was weird to everyone else, I was very comfortable telling him about most things, including my boy problems.

“So what do you think about Lucas?” I ask.

“He probably has something for you. You don’t just do that if you don’t like the person.”

“You wouldn’t go up and grab someone to dance just because?”

“No, it’s scary! I wanted to ask one girl at a high school dance, but I chickened out. It’s very scary.”

“Yeah, he and I stood there staring at each other for a little while before he came up to me and grabbed my hand and pulled me away.”

“See, that’s very bold. That’s a gut reaction where you have to decide, ‘Okay! I’m going to do it!’”

Maybe he’ll ask me to prom.

“He kept glancing at me throughout the dance and then at the very end, they had the last slow dance and he stepped out to the side to look at me. But then Seulgi grabbed him and they danced together. Do you think he wanted to dance with me?”

“Probably.”

Stupid, Seulgi.

I fell asleep that night listening to “Wanted.”

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justoneday-namjoonii · 7 years ago

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Color me moonlight. II

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› Summary: Some flowers are not to be plucked, for their thorns are far too sharp for any hand to graze, yet, she was touched. She was soft, fragile, she didn’t know it, but something that beautiful could never be bad. You grew up in a garden of loneliness, do you have a place to bloom? It’s alright, I’ll give you a place and we can bloom together.

a/n: thank you for all of the love part 1 received! I was really happy to see that some of you are following this story(im personally loving it myself). If there are any questions at all, don’t hesistate to send in an ask! Your feed back is more than welcomed ♥♥

April 7th, 1988.

“Jane Sato, date of Biological Alteration and Repair test run, April 7th, 1988. Time, 1:07 Pm. Subject 1010; 20 years of age, male, 129 lb, 5′9. Biochemistry, molecular biology, bioinformatics, DNA-Polymerase, chromosomal translocation, and genetic isolates are among the primary research conducted for the operation. The patient’s condition of severe cell degeneration, Sickle-cell disease, and genetic malformations —” She paused, the recorders red light still on, “— compatible with all inquiries of biogenetic mutation and enhancement. Surgery will commence accompanied by surgeons, Jackson Blanchard, Stephanie Liu, Hanz Fai, and surgical nurse Joyce Brown. Surgery will now begin.”

The scientists and doctors in the facility watched from the viewing room, standing right at the glass so they wouldn’t miss a thing. Her personal favorite, clair de lune, was the last song on the playlist in the background. After roughly 7 hours, the operation was complete.

“Alright,” She inspected with work they had done over several hours. The surgical mask, gown, and gloves were beginning to become a part of her from how long she had them on, “stitch him up.”

She went to the sink in the back where she had left the recorder and thrown her gloves away.

“7:40 PM. The operation was successful. All vital signs are normal and patient 1010-FS is expected to recover well.”

She washed up before greeting the group of eager professionals who came to witness history. She clears her throat. “Alright, questions?”

‘I have a question doctor. Last month, you discussed the possibility of a program dedicated to your research, can you tell us more about that?’

She nods. “Yes. I‘ve served the Medical Science Advisory for three years now and since the opening of the SRMA Facility, I’ve come far with my research. Starting next year, my program will start.”

“What does the program entail exactly?”

“First, 120 volunteers from all over the country will take part in the experimentation. I won’t reveal everything but I will say this, the participants will undergo extreme DNA modifications and molecular mutation on a supernatural level.”

***

October 19th, 1992. 4 years post-program.

The program commenced in 1989 and experimentations took place at the Science-Medical Facility. Just as she planned, 120 participants were under intensive study and experimentation. More volunteers came from all over, ranging from ages 10 to 30, per Dr. Sato’s request. Recently, Sato had begun to categorize the most and least successful cross-studies. The 4% of experiments with the M2-gene were separated to undergo intensive modification.

“Jane.”

“Yes?” She measured the potent liquid, one drop more and it would kill the receiver.

“Patient 1072.” Her assistant, Diana, placed the clipboard in on the doctor’s work table. “She’s been showing a lot of physical and behavioral progress.”

“1072, she’s in the lower level group, yeah? That’s good” Sato flipped through a book, her gaze softening. “Look at this, in 1973 in the United Kingdom, this poor thing was born with Tay-Sachs disease. She had seizures, vision and hearing loss, intellectual disability, and paralysis and she died at the age of 3.” She sighed. “I could have saved that girl and given her a life without pain and suffering. Those doctors didn’t know what they were doing...that’s why she died.”

Diana cleared her throat, nodding as she waits for the doctor to notice that she came here for something else.

“I’m sorry, what about 1072?”

“Oh, she’s receiving the DNA modification well, I think she can join the 4%.”

“Let me have a look-”

The facility speakers blared.

Dr. Sato to room B012.

“I guess I’ll have to wait.” Sato slipped her reading glasses off and made her way to the elevator so she could get to the 9th floor.

“Doctor, thank God.” Blanchard was standing in front of the patient's room with a few of their colleagues.

“What’s going on?”

“The experiment, he’s developed his first sign of mutation. His body is still weak but he has physical changes, you’d be amazed.” Her eyes brightened, this was her favorite part of the program, witnessing the changes. “We’ve watched him for 4 hours straight and well- You have to see him yourself.”

“Show me.”

He opened the door and let her walk in by herself, the boy sat up on the bed, seemingly normal aside from his extreme lack of pigment in his eyes, they looked translucent, almost pale. That was new. She approached him.

“Touch my hand.” She spoke, waiting for him to do it. “Go on, it’s okay.” He slowly reached his hand to place it on hers. Warm, his hand was warm and she felt a pang of heat in her chest, he winced, retreating his hand immediately.

��You’re coming along great.” She insisted. “Get some rest and you’ll get your medicine shortly.” She left the boy to sit in the room.

“Did you see it, doctor?”

“Yes. Continue testing and make a date for his procedure.” She instructed and he nodded. She was about to walk down the hall but she paused. “Oh, and move him up to the 4%.”

“Stupid earrings!” You kick the side of your vanity, instantly regretting it when a surge of pain went up to your leg.

The only pair of diamond earrings you owned were missing and you had 10 minutes to get to the subway or bus for the North Heights. Half of your hair was okay while the other side looked like a mangled up tumbleweed. You got the sleeve of your blouse caught in the bleach water for dishes so you had to change for the third time. This morning was starting off pretty rough.

Margaret never specified a time until 6 o’clock this morning. She said Mr. Kim has appointments all day after 9 so, ‘Be here by 7:30.’ You live a half-hour away, and that’s when the bus isn’t late or if you catch a taxi on a good day. It was currently 6:47 and you were vigorously passing a comb through your hair. At this point, it doesn’t even matter if you look like Synthia from the Rugrats, you had to get out of here. You grabbed a ponytail holder and tied it up, at least you had somewhat of a presentable style now. Your little skirt and top would have to work with a pair of flats because there is no way you’re running around this city in heels today.

“How is it 7 already!?” You glanced at the microwave clock and cursed it for mocking you. The yogurt you attempted to eat would have to wait until you come back. You threw your bag onto your shoulder and bolted out of the door.

You ran down the few flights of stairs, stopping in front of the complex and holding your cell phone in your hand to search the bus and subway schedule. “Off of Miller and Maine- Departed?!- That’s it, the world has it out for me.”

The subway was too far of a walk and the 7 o'clock bus just left, there is no way you’re gonna get there before 7:45. “Why...” You looked around, about to wave down a taxi when a man in a tapped your shoulder. “Taxi!-”

“Excuse me, Miss?”

“Yes?” You furrowed your brows, wondering what this older fellow might want that apparently can’t wait.

“Are you Y/f/n?” You noticed the gentlemen wore a black chauffeur hat and uniform.

“Yes, can I help you, sir?- Wait, how do you know my name?” You gave him a suspicious expression.

“I am your driver for this morning ma’am, Bernard Shelton. Mr. Kim sent a car for you. I knocked on your apartment door but you must not have heard me. He requested that I apologize on is behalf for the short notice.” You looked past him to see a black luxury vehicle with tents that might as well have been a black hole. “Are you ready to go?”

“Um,” You didn’t know if you could trust this guy, despite his convincing attire and professional mannerisms. “I’m sorry but how do I know Mr. Kim sent you? I mean, wouldn’t he have his secretary tell me this?”

“Would you like to contact Ms. Gough for verification? We’re already running late and Mr. Kim has appointments all day after 9 o’clock. We really must be going, ma’am.” You glanced at your watch, it was 7:09, this is your best bet.

“Alright...” With hopes that you weren’t getting kidnapped, you followed him in the car and sat anxiously in the backseat. Your fingers grazed the flawless interior, making you wonder why a car of this prowess came to pick you up. Upon request of the CEO at that.

“We’re here ma’am, with one minute to spare.” He smiled, stopping you in front of the huge skyscraper in the middle of the fine part of the city.

“Thank you.” You hopped out of the car and made your way inside. The lobby was far more beautiful than the one at your office. There were sparkling light fixtures, expensive paintings gracing to tall walls and you found your self-walking towards the front desk slower than you should have.

“Hello, I have an appointment with Mr. Kim at 7:30.”

The woman looked through her computer and she couldn’t hide the judgments glint in her eye when she looked at you. “Your name?”

“Y/n.”

She picked up the black corded phone. “Margeret, I have a Y/n here to see Mr. Kim, would you like me to send her up?” A few seconds went by and she nodded. “Alright, I'll send her up.” She put the phone back on the hook. “You can go ahead. Top floor, directly in front of you when you exit the elevator, his secretary is to the right of his office.”

“Thank you.” Quickly, you went to the elevator and took it straight up to the top floor. A light ‘ding’ noise and you were let out on the quiet floor, not a single soul making a sound on the pristine floor.

“Excuse me,” You walked up to the desk that said ‘Margeret Gough.’ “Ms. Gough?”

“You’re here.” She had a kind smile. “He’s waiting for you, he just got off of his first-morning call. One moment,” She pressed a red button on the phone hook, “you’re 7:30 is here sir, should I send her in now?” She was talking to Taehyung.

“Yes, you can send her in.”

Your courage started to falter when you heard his voice, now you were really, really nervous. But now is not the time to be timid—you have to hold your head high and walk in there with confidence.

“Okay, sir.” A beep signaled that he turned off the phone. “Go on ahead.” She gestured to the door, a kind simper beckoning you to go in. “No need to be nervous, Mr. Kim is in a very good mood this morning.” She giggled, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Just breathe...” You mumbled, slowly pushing open one of the two tall double doors at the end of the hall.

Your eyes met him instantly as he stood in front of the window the covered the entire wall. The view was ridiculous.

His eyes widened upon your entrance. “Good morning.” He smiled a bit, one hand on a coffee mug while the other rested in his pocket. The dainty necklace with a tiny diamond on the end of it brought his attention to the v neck of your camel-colored blouse.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim.” You brought a had to the side of your neck briefly and that small movement prompted his eyes to find the soft indent of your collarbones.

He cleared his throat. “I apologize for this being so short notice, I hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience for you.” By the time he walked over to the gesture that you sit, you had already made yourself comfortable in the small leather chair in front of his desk.

“Don’t worry about it. Thank you for sending the car, by the way, you really didn’t have to do that.” It was a kind gesture but you didn’t feel it was necessary.

“No, it was the least I could do. Last night, I remembered I had these meetings to do and I couldn’t help but want to do one with you since we talked last night.” He sipped his coffee. “So, I asked Margeret to contact you.” He swiveled his chair a bit. “I guess we should get right into it then, yeah?”

“What is it, exactly?”

“Just reviewing company regulations, how you think your locations management is, things like that...” He laid a sheet of paper with a bunch of questions and long black lines, right in front of you. “Would you fill that out? It’s like a survey, a business owner seminar suggested I get to know the business and this was one way to do it.”

“Alright...” You did what you had to do, writing simple answers to questions like, ‘how does your management treat you? Do you feel like an important part of the team?’ Important? Eh, sure, you thought, trying to compile meaningful sentences. After five minutes or so, you were on the very last question and before your pen touched the paper, you froze. “D-did you say something?”

The confusion on his face probably meant no. “No.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought I heard something...” You bashfully went back to the paper, quickly scribbling down an answer before setting the pen back in the pen holder. “I’m done.”

“Great. So, how did you feel about the survey? Margeret made the questions with her assistant, she said this would be a good way to see how the employees feel about the company. It wasn’t too boring I hope.”

“It was fine,” It was a generic survey.

“Let me ask you, do you feel like a valued employee?” The question was pretty simple, but you found yourself scrambling for a response that clearly expressed how you felt.

“Valued? Um...” This was going to sound pessimistic but oh well. “Well, if I quit today and someone gets hired to take my job tomorrow, does that change your profits in any way?” He assumed it was a rhetorical question. “No, I don’t think it does. So how important could I be to you? Sure, I think I’m valued but I see it this way, there’s a job that needs to be done and I’m just the person who does it, no one too special...” He had never heard such an unenthusiastic statement from an employee before, he always viewed his father's company as one big family but based on what you were saying, it wasn’t as family-oriented as he believed.

“I’m sorry, that sounds kind of negative, doesn’t it?” His silence made you realize that what you said was probably the last thing a boss wanted to hear. “I don’t hate my job, I just don’t see the point in fabricating anything, Mr. Kim. Your company is great and all, but for me, it’s just a job that helps support me...”

“Well,” Your eyes followed him as he walked to the cute little coffee maker to fill up his mug again, “is there anything I can do to make your job more enjoyable? I don’t want you to feel like you’re a machine in a factory, you are an important member of this company. I mean that.”

“Look,” You sighed, standing up from your chair to walk near the window, taking this opportunity to appreciate the cities beauty from a bird's eye view, “I chose to work for you because it’s a reputable company and your cameras are nice.” When you glanced at him, he saw your real smile for the first time, your teeth showing and everything. Sadly, you shielded it from his sight as he approached you. “If it’s worth anything, I think you’re doing a good job with this whole CEO thing, in my professional opinion at least.” You smiled, he deserved some type of praise for reaching out to his people like this.

“Thank you, that means a lot.” The urge to walk up to you and tangle his finger in the stray strand of hair in your ponytail but he resisted. “You know, because of you, we discontinued Model 0XHS-5D.”

He was standing beside you now. “Really?”

“Yes, and it has impacted sales positively. We cut off the manufacture and it shows in the stock market, all because of you Y/n.”

“Oh, that’s good, I’m glad I could be of some assistance...” When you sensed him trying to stand a bit too close for comfort, you walked back to your seat. The lack of sleep was kicking in because you found yourself leaning against the side of the chair with your forearm—and the coffee in his hand smelled like heaven. He followed you, taking his previous position in his chair.

“I like the idea of...I don’t know, talking to someone I already know, it’s refreshing.”

“With all due respect sir, you don’t really know me.” The coo in your voice wasn’t intentional but you were just being honest. “Sure, we talked at the party and last night, but other than that...We’re strangers.” You trailed off, not really sure how you were supposed to end that statement.

“Y/n.” He breathed, thinking he may as well just outright say it—it would happen eventually. “Would you join me for lunch? My lunch appointment canceled before you came, so I have a reservation that I don’t have to cancel if you join me.”

Lunch? That was the last thing you were expecting to hear this morning. His eyes seemed to latch onto you and refuse to let you go until you answered his question.

“L-lunch? I appreciate the offer but...” You swallowed, for a split second, you considered taking him up on the offer but you quickly dismissed the preposterous idea. I can’t do that, he’s my boss. “But I can’t, I have to get back to work, it’s already past 8 and I- I don’t think that’s the best idea given I kinda work for you...”

“Work’s not a problem, I gave all survey participants the day off anyway. A 12:30 lunch is more than appropriate for our relationship I think...” Eager, that’s what he probably looked like, but the desperation to get near you was hard to ignore. That same way you looked on the terrace at the party, you still looked that way and he couldn’t just disregard it.

You locked eyes with him—tempting, very much so, but no. Absolutely not.

“I’m sorry,” You stood to your feet and he followed suit, standing much taller than you, especially without your trusty high heels on. “but I can’t.”

Any hopes of a day accompanied by you came crashing down as you politely rejected him. The only person he wanted to dine with at that restaurant didn’t want anything to do with him. The way you nibbled on your bottom lip implied that you were starting to feel uncomfortable. He took a small step back, you were dying to get out of here and he was perplexed onto why.

A beep interrupted you, it was Margeret.

“Your 8:30 is here, should I send them in?”

He was quiet, still peering at you as if it would change your final answer. Sadly for him, it did nothing for his cause...

He pressed the button on the phone base. “Give me one moment.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be going now-” You tried to gather your purse and get out of dodge but he stopped you.

“No wait, take this.” He grabbed a business card and wrote a string of numbers and words on it. “This is my personal cell.” He handed it to you. “With this number, I’m Taehyung, not Mr. Kim. So, if you feel more comfortable going to lunch with him,” He smiled halfheartedly. “he’ll be there.”

“Alright...” You tucked it into your purse and bowed respectfully before turning your back to leave.

“Do you like jazz or classical music?”

You paused, you weren’t expecting such a question. “Um, I enjoy both. Why?”

There was an itch at the back of his neck and he satisfied the nuisance with the tip of his index finger. “I thought maybe that was why we ended up at that cafe last night, a common interest.”

“Yeah, maybe...” You mumbled, turning around to continue your path out the door.

Meeting with Taehyung wasn’t so bad after all, you scored a day off. You took it upon yourself to get a few things done and spend a little time with one of your only friends. He was being currently studying medicine, technology, science - things like that. He offered to come to your favorite cafe to study with you and a few minutes ago, his lab partner joined you two. The bug seemed to have gotten to them too...

The cafe had the news on in the background and they were playing the same news bit from last night which led Hoseok to strike up a conversation with the lab girl he’s always with.

“What do you think about the 1989 Project? Does your supervising physician ever talk about it? Especially since the media won’t shut up about it.” Hoseok, your good friend for a few years now met you at the cafe so you could catch up on your language studies.

“She’s mentioned it a few times but I try not to ask about it.” Wendy decided to join you two as well, she and Hoseok were going to school for the same thing so they often studied together.

“What do you think about it Y/n?” Hoseok looked to you. Given you were really into that whole medical and technology thing, you wondered why he had to ask.

“Um,” You took out one earbud, “I don’t know, it’s interesting I guess.” Assuming he was going to continue talking, you kept the earbud out.

“I used to think that the Zoe Hawn case was always so freaky, it’s one of the reasons I’m studying at the SRMA Facility, I want to be a part of something that’ll do some good. Crossbreeds, crosses, hybrids- Whatever they're called, I know for a fact that there are experiments still at the laboratory.”

Wendy crooked a brow. “How would you know that?”

“I’m an intern at the facility, I listen in on the scientists and doctors sometimes. There’s a floor that you have to have level five clearance to be on and I’ve peeked in a few times.” You remembered you had a medical and scientific savvy best friends who would never drop the conversation.

Wendy chimed in. “Yeah, I’ve never seen the patients in there, they say some of them look like everyday people, others -- not so much. I wonder if there are even patients in there, it might just be something else.”

“Interesting...” It had been some time since you left Taehyungs office and you rubbed the business card between your fingers, staring down at the numbers and restaurant name. “Pain Grillé...” You whispered the name to yourself, you had seen that place before, your co-workers often mentioned the fancy place—maybe going wouldn’t be so bad...

“What was that?” Wendy tilted her head, her honey blonde hair shifting on her shoulders.

“Oh, nothing...” Nothing you wanted to discuss with them.

Hoseok smirked. “What’s that in your hand? You’ve been staring at it every few minutes now, is it a love note from an admirer or something?” He teases, the blush on your cheeks and the knitting of your brows only made your reaction all the more amusing

“No, dummy.” You kicked his foot. “It’s not a love note. I was asked to lunch and the name of the restaurant is on this card.”

“So, why are you here?”

“Because I’m not going.” That card was dropped back into your purse, you regretted taking it out in the first place.

“Why not? Lunch at Pain Grille sounds great -- and expensive.” He wondered, what special person wanted to take you there?

“I just rather not, that’s all.” It’s time for a subject change, “I have to go, I’m dog walking all evening so...” You grabbed your notebook and put the rest of your things in your tote. “Bye guys.”

Mr. and Mrs. Lafonso asked you to walk and feed their Pomeranian while they’re out and that’s what you were doing. Dog walking on the side is way underrated, it was what you did when you first moved out here to earn some extra cash. It was sort of a depressing time in your life, you lived in a tiny hotel and worked in a diner until you could save enough to find your own place. Living on your own wasn’t easy at first—a young 18-year-old that was struggling to get by in the big city with a few hundred dollars or so and a heavy suitcase. You got offers from guys to be their sugar-babies and if you were honest, you considered it a few times, the check from your part-time jobs looked like chump change in comparison to the money those guys were offering you. You didn’t have much but you had dignity and morality, no amount of money could take that away. And that’s what kept you going, you knew you could to make it and you did, all by yourself.

“Ugh...” It was beginning to drizzle and you were about to walk down to get to the subway station but you stopped, Pain Grillé. Kim Taehyung could be seen through the window, sitting at the table alone as the swoon waiter brought him a glass of wine.

The grumble of your stomach indicated that it was a marvelous idea—darn your appetite. You turned around and strolled across the street to get to the restaurant, your actually about to do this. When you walked inside, the lump in your throat was stopping you from speaking to the hostess at the desk.

“Good afternoon ma’am, can I help you?” She was a sweet lady, beckoning you to come to her.

“Oh,” Clearing your throat, you smiled, “I’m meeting Kim Tae-”

“Oh, you’re her!” She sounded a bit flustered like she knew you were coming but forgot. “I’m so sorry ma’am, I’ll get you seated, right this way.” She grabbed a menu and urged you to follow.

Her?

“Mr. Kim said he was expecting a special guest, he told me to make sure I bring you over myself. I’m the owner, Audrey. He loves this place, comes here for all of his special lunch appointments.” Her jaw-length bob bounced as she walked you through the busy restaurant. When he looked up from his phone and saw you, one would think you two were pretty close because of his childishly wide smile. I knew she would come...

“Here you are! Your waiter will be over shortly. Enjoy!” With that, she was gone, and you both stood there.

“You came...” He beamed, still in awe that you took him up on his offer. You were about to speak as you reached to pull out your chair. “Yeah, I-”

“Wait, let me get that for you.” He rushed to the chair to pull it out for you.

“Thank you...” You shuffled the chair forward, now you were a few inches away from the pristine white tablecloth.

“No, thank you for joining me, for a moment there I thought you wouldn’t show up.” He took his wine glass, sipping it briefly. Unbeknownst to him, it was sheer coincidence that led you here.

“Oh? Well, here I am...” You scanned the menu slightly as you glanced up at him.

You don’t mind a little wine with your lunch, do you? They have wines that pair beautifully with every meal, I’ve tried the whole menu. I went with a Muscadet today, easy-drinking in my opinion.” He would have a knowledgeable understanding of wines, why wouldn’t he?

“I don’t mind, I enjoy a glass every so often.” Maybe a few times a month -- week.

The corner of his lips “So-”

“Good afternoon ma’am, can I get you started with something to drink?” The waiter asked and Taehyung glanced at him with an impatient glint, he was interrupting something.

“I’ll have a Mascoto please.” You thanked the waiter as he went off to get your sweet bubbly beverage. Day-drinking—I guess, when in Rome do as the Romans, you thought to yourself.

“Good choice.” He bit his lip, his tongue peeking out to run over his lips in a tantalizing way. Out of habit, he tapped his fingers on the table. “I admit that I’m probably coming on a bit strong, yeah?” You nodded. “I don’t mean to come after you, I genuinely just want to get to know you...”

He’s still on that. “Sir-”

“Taehyung...” He reminded you. “Call me Taehyung, please.” That smirk—God, why is he smirking at me like that?

“Taehyung,” You emphasized the call of his name, “I’m flattered but I’m no different from anybody else...” Thank goodness the waiter brought your wine to you, you needed it right about now. “I’m sure there are plenty of women who have extravagant lives they can tell you about over lunch, why me?” You scoffed bitterly. “It doesn’t add up to me-”

“I don’t want to know just any of those women, I want to know you.” He countered. “That whole ‘there’s nothing to know about me’ act, I just don’t believe it, everybody has a story.”

“I don’t.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you almost look believable when you lie?”

You choked mid-sip. “Excuse me?-”

“Are you two ready to order?”

He was starting to spite this waiter. “Uh, yes, I’ll have my usual, what about you, love?” He was looking at you.

Still taken aback by his statement, you ordered. “I’ll have the chicken marsala with a side salad, please.” He nodded, taking the menus away to leave you two alone. You glared at him. “Lie? What makes you think-” He cut you off.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you close with your family?” That was a personal question that you weren’t expecting to have to answer today.

“You expect me to answer your questions after you called me a liar?” You scoffed. “I don’t think so...”

He sighed, not breaking eye contact in the slightest as he sipped his wine. “Is there anyone, anyone at all, a mother, sister, friend, anyone you’re really close with? Anyone you can share your heart with, talk about difficult things with. You seem like the loner type...”

“It doesn’t matter.” You quipped rather defensively. “I don’t really need anyone to talk to, I’m doing fine on my own. As far as my family goes, well, I’m not a representation of my family, I’m just me...”

“So you’re not close to your parents?” He tilted his head curiously. You gazed down at your silver fork, solemnly—you never talk about stuff like this.

“No...” You uttered lowly, not liking where he was going with the invasive questions. “They died when I was a newborn, I was adopted by my uncles family...”

“Oh...” He felt bad for asking now. “I’m sorry to hear that,” You flinched, he cupped the top of your hand with his own large one, a softness in his eyes, “I’m sure growing up was hard for you, yeah?...”

“I mean, you could say that...” Oddly, you let him keep his hand on your own but it didn’t last long. “Can we drop this subject, please? I really don’t like talking about it.” You slid your hand back, an awkward grin showing your discomfort.

“Of course, sorry,” He sounded flustered, “I didn’t mean to pry.” The waiter had come back and sat the food in front of you two, you both thanked him. It smelled divine and Taehyung had already dug into his meal. You stabbed the nicely sliced tomato, sticking it in your mouth slowly as you eyed him intently.

“Y’know...” He began.

You forgot that people actually talk to one another when they go out to eat, it’s been so long it seemed weird. You were just about ready to tape his mouth shut because of all of these questions weren’t allowing you to eat. The chicken on your fork would have to wait. “What?”

“I know this may be a little awkward since I’m your boss and all, but we’re both adults.” Awkward? That was an oversimplification.

He lowered his voice. “This morning, when you said you heard something,” He bit his lip, “I whispered something to myself...I said it so low, I could barely hear myself say it, but you did.” His gaze focused on you intensely. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it, how could you have heard something that was as quiet as a thought?”

Fear. A blanket of utter terror wrapped around you as you struggled to gulp the lump in your throat. “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You choked, hands beginning to tremble when you pushed them in your lap.

“Are you sure? Because I think you do.” He was starting to rub you the wrong way.

You are eating lunch in a restaurant with a man that you work for and he sees no problem with it. Not only that, but you saw a few employees from the Heights office and they wouldn’t stop staring and whispering when they saw you. Free lunch at the expense of your antisocial way of life. Those workers knew your face now, what if this went bad? It would look bad on a new boss was seen with a lower level employee like you, what would they think? This is why you didn’t want to do this, this was a bad idea. Thoughts raced through your mind but the only one that you could grasp was the thought of him knowing—you wanted to throw up.

“Are you okay? Your face is flushed.” His eyes widened in concern.

“I- I’m fine, it’s just a little hot in here.” You fanned yourself lightly, reaching for the glass of wine and finishing it off but still feeling parched. Suddenly, a dull ache throbbed in your temples and your brows furrowed in discomfort.

“Excuse me,” he stopped a waiter, “can you bring me a glass of water please?”

“No, no, thank you for everything but I really have to go.” You were pushing yourself away from the table and in a matter of seconds, you were making your way through the restaurant and flying out the door. When you walked out of that place you felt like you could breathe. The gears were turning in your head, anxiety began to eat away at your bones and you couldn’t contain it anymore. Panting, you stood in the busy street, trying to gather yourself. You shook your head, your ears aching as if someone had set a firework off right next to you. Eager to get home, you got on the subway and held on to the safety bar. You felt hot, it as if everything was burning inside you. It scared you to death, people would try to get close, ask too many questions—

it made you sick to your stomach.

Home, that was your goal. When you got off the subway, you made your dog walking stops. Starting from the farthest apartment complex to your own. A pit bull, two chihuahua’s and a brown lab, it took about 2 hours. The Lafonso’s canceled last minute so you were thankful because nature decided that you deserved to suffer this evening. The rain was relentless. It was pouring down, your clothes were drenched, sticking to you in the worst way as you walked down the street, desperate to get home. No one offered to walk you under their umbrella, not that you would accept the offer anyway. A nice hot shower was all you wanted.

“Huh...” You sigh, dragging your soaked frame up the stairs. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You dug into your pocket to take out you’re house key. “Where is that thing?-...”

Notice from the city — Sorry we missed you!

We missed you! You were not available when we came to introduce the new monthly policy. The SRMA monthly routine check on all citizens born between 1992 - 1998 who may have failed to submit their medical records or whose records may need verifying. Do not be alarmed, as a government, we want to ensure the health and safety of our people through all necessary methods. If you have any questions, contact us at 747-”

B.S.—You rip the bright orange paper off the door, crumbling it up into a ball, and throw it in the trash bin as you entered your home. It’s disgusting. The government has their sneaky ways of getting what they want, one way or another. Just as you do every night, you flipped the light switch to get some light in your dark little living room. You flicked it twice but there was no light—just your luck. The light bulbs are out. You toss your purse on the couch to go search for some extra light bulbs.

For some reason the light bulbs refused to be found, you checked under the kitchen sink, then the supply closet—I know I bought some.

“There we go.” On the very top shelf, the new pack of bulbs sat in the far corner. You had no clue why you put it there but you reached up on your tippy-toes and grabbed the pack.

Sighing, you untwisted the dead bulb from under lampshade and sat it on the coffee table. As you were about to screw in the new bulb, suddenly, you heard low footsteps in the hall and you tensed as the unknown person passed your door.

You absentmindedly screwed in the bulb. “Who in the- Agh!” A sharp burst of glass and light happened in your hands and scared the life out of you. The light bulb previously in your hand now exploded, the shards of glass missing your finger so by less than an inch.

You rush to your kitchen to get a broom and dustpan. “Cheap bulbs, what can you expect...” You cleared your throat, shuffling over to clean up the mess. When you glanced at your buzzing cellphone, you had easily predicted who it was on the other end. You picked it up and held it between your shoulder and ear. “Hi, Hoseok.”

“Hey, I was just calling to check on you. I saw you weren’t answering your texts so I got worried.”

Always so concerned for you, you were lucky to have at least one friend like him.

“Oh, I was really busy today, I didn’t even see your texts. Sorry about that.” You walked into the kitchen as Hoseok explained that he was just making sure you got home safely. He was also pretty curious about who went to lunch with today, you wouldn’t say. “Don’t worry about it Hoseok, it was just lunch and it’s not happening again. Now, I wish I didn’t have to run but I got caught in the rain and I need a shower-”

Footsteps. You heard footsteps in the hall again, and this time, they stopped right in front of your door.

“Y/n?”

“Wait one second...” You whispered, trying to stealthily tiptoe to the door but there was a knock. This time, you were sure it was probably Jan, it had to be...

“Hello?”

No, that’s a man's voice.

“Anyone home?”

Just as you were about to peek through the peep-hole, a paper began to slip through the crack of the door and fall to the floor in front of you. The person had quickly walked away after that and you bent down to inspect the paper.

“Y/n, is everything okay?”

You forgot Hoseok was still on the phone.

“Yeah...I’m good. Hey, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Night...” You hung up the phone, staring down at the paper.

You have failed to submit your birth records to the SRMA for the 4th year in a row. 5 years with unsubmitted records is considered a felony as of 2 months ago. You have one year to submit your records before you are put under high suspicion of the state. At the bottom of the paper, a printed signature was signed. Ordered by Senator Nelson Green.

“Ugh, not again...” You were about to crumble up the paper, but you paused. You don’t even know if your birth certificate is legitimate. You were adopted and for all you knew, your parents had altered the thing, it’s unlikely, but it’s still a possibility. You had never turned them in for the mere fact that it wasn’t against the law, it was just a strong and annoying suggestion. Until now.

“I’ve never met anyone like her before and I don’t want to let her slip through my fingers...” He was at his penthouse and his best friend, Jimin, was day house-sitting for him. Taehyung sat on the couch with his matching pajama set on and pillow snug in his grasp as the television served to fill in the silence gap.

“She must be gorgeous for you to be this messed up about her.” Jimin sat on the recliner with a bowl of ramen.

“I went to lunch with her today.”

“Oh? So you’ve already gone on a date?”

“Not exactly, my lunch appointment canceled so I asked her if she wanted to join me. She came but I really don’t think she wanted to be there. It may have to do with the fact that I’m kind of her boss...”

“She works for you?!” Jimin couldn’t hide his shock.

Taehyung sighs. “Don’t sound so surprised, she works in the customer service department downtown.”

“Woah, what does your dad think about you getting involved with an employee?”

“Who said anything about getting involved? I don’t think she likes me all that much, she’s kind of a closed book, doesn’t like to talk much. I just asked her to lunch, nothing more nothing less.” He knew it was far much more than that.

“But you want this to turn into something more, don’t you?” Jimin knew the answer. And so did Taehyung. But the thought of verbalizing his want for you made it less real, less tangible.

“Yes- No, I don’t know, I just want to get to know her, that’s all.” Taehyung laid on the arm of the couch, lost in his thoughts. There was no denying that you were hiding something from him, he knew that for a fact. But getting you to open up and be comfortable with him seemed to be the hardest part of all. Why was he so drawn to you? And why did you hide that you felt the same?

A few days later.

It’s a few days since your meeting with Taehyung and you were back to your normal life. Unfortunately, the news that you had gone out with the CEO for lunch was the subject of conversation for the cubicles not too far from you. None of them have dared to ask you about it, for reason that you weren’t quite sure of. You just knew that the only way you were going to get those girls to stop gossiping was to ignore them completely.

You had quite a few calls this morning, no more than usual on a busy day but they came in back to back. Most of them were calling in regards to the new camera that just came out. Some were complaints, others were genuinely curious questions. Your supervisor came out of his office and you watched him survey the room until his eyes landed on you.

“Y/n, come to my office please.” He walks back to his office, urging you to follow.

You swallowed, putting the phone back on the hook and walking to his office. Honestly, you couldn’t imagine what he wanted.

“Yes?”

“You’ve been doing a great job, so don’t think I called you in here because you’re in trouble.” Those words soothed your weary expression. “I was asked by Mr. Kim, to give you this envelope this morning.” He reached into his desk to pull out a white envelope. “Here you go.”

“Oh, thank you.” You took the envelope and walked back to your cubicle. In the solitude of your little space, you opened up the envelope.

__, You’re probably wondering why I didn’t just call or text you. I wanted to know if you could meet me at the club we talked at the other night, I have something really important to talk to you about, please come.

Love, Kim Taehyung.

“Huh...”

“What’s that?” Your coworker in the cubicle across from you noticed the envelope in your hands.

“Oh, nothing, just some notice from HQ or something...” You opened up your desk and shoved it in your drawer. She didn’t look too convinced but she left the subject alone for the most part.

You laid on your bed, pen in your hand, notebook in your lap, and earbuds snug in your ears. Excessive studying had begun to bore you. You decided to set the book down and scroll through your phone absentmindedly.

I had a great time Suzette

You froze, eyes widening in suspicion. You sat up, seeing if someone had opened your room door or something. Where did that come from? It sounded oddly like her uncle's voice.

The kids are home, my mom and niece are taking care of them, but my wife doesn’t get off until 7 today

You were sure that was him now. You weren’t sure where it was coming from especially since you had your music on full blast. But when you took the earphones, you could hear the conversation amplified. Quietly, you sneaked up to your window on your hands and knees, pushing hair away from your face. To your distaste, you saw your uncle, leaning into the window of some woman's car—for your aunt's sake, you hoped that woman was just a friend.

I’ll see you on Friday, bring your swimsuit

He kissed her cheek—ok so they’re definitely more than friends. To ensure that he didn’t see you, you scurried away from the window and ran downstairs to help your grandma with dinner. After you washed up, you began to cut the vegetables for the salad as Daisy, the toddler of the bunch, played in the living room with her older brother.

“Hey guys, I’m home.”

The little kids, all 4 of them ran up to greet their dad, you merely waved. Little did they know, their daddy wasn’t the superhero of a man he portrayed himself to be.

“Food smells good mom.” He walked into the kitchen to search the fridge for something to drink as he always did.

“Thanks, son, it’s your favorite, stewed chicken and rice.” She smiled as he pecked her cheek. Now it was time to greet the only teenager in the house.

“How was school, __?”

“It was school, nothing special.” You mumbled, cutting the tomato with one of your earbuds still in.

“Oh, well, just so you all know, I have to go out of town on-”

“Friday?” You suddenly blurted out, earning you an odd look from him.

“Yeah, how did you know?” He furrowed his brow in suspicion.

Save yourself Y/n. “Um, just a guess.” He looked like he thought nothing of it and went back to the conversation. It took everything in you not to say what you saw, what you heard. It burned at the tip of your tongue.

After dinner.

You stood in front of the sink, washing dishes like you always did after dinner. Even though you all had a dishwasher, grandma always insisted that you wash them by hand. It was annoying but you did it.

“Hey, your aunt wanted to know if you’ll take Josie to elementary school tomorrow, she’s gotta go in early.” Uncle walked into the kitchen, a bowl of cereal in hand.

“Sure, I guess I’ll skip class.” You muttered, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“Well, you shouldn’t skip class-”

“It’s not a big deal, I was gonna skip anyway.” You cut him off. You two had always had this tense relationship. He would say something, you’d saying something back, he’d get offended, the usual argument followed suit. You remember his rage when he saw you got a nose piercing, it was fake and so you felt no need not to wear it. It’s your nose after all.

“Oh.” He stood there for a little while, reading over some bills and such.

“So, you’re going out of town...” You thought you’d be the one to bring it up.

“Yep.”

“Somewhere sunny, I’m guessing?”

You furrowed his brows, wondering why you’d say that. “Um, sure, I guess.”

“Why don’t you bring your wife with you? She hasn’t had a vacation in a while.”

“Because it’s work.”

“Or is it because Suzette will be there?” You had stopped washing dishes now.

“Suzette?” His brows knitted further. “How do you know Suzette? I’ve never mentioned her before.” Now he was suspicious.

You sighed, biting your lip anxiously. “You’re making a mistake, ok. You have a wife and kids, your family is worth more than some lady.”

“__, are you hearing yourself? Suzette is a co-worker and we happen to work in the same city this weekend.”

“And you guys plan to do some fucking swimming while you’re there?” You spat, raising your voice a bit through clenched teeth. “Yeah, that sounds like tiresome, boring work.”

He tensed—there is no way you should have heard him, that wasn’t possible

“You need to think before you speak __, you could get yourself in a lot of trouble. How the hell did you even hear that? Did you wire my bag or something? Where are you getting all of this?-”

“Look, I know what I heard.” You stormed away, trying to get away from him but he grabbed your wrist. “What.” You hissed.

“What are you up to, little girl? Do you think this is funny or something? You storm around me like some ungrateful bitch and I put up with it since the day you got here. I won’t be disrespected in my own home.”

“Let go of my arm.” You tried to pull away but he was relentless.

He gripped you harder. “I’m only gonna say this once, stay out of my business __, I mean it.”

The threat only made you spite him more. You felt anger and fear begin to bubble in your chest as he eyed you like a hawk. How dare he even insinuate that you were ridiculous when you saw with your own eyes what he was doing. You stared at him with a blank expression, your knuckles turning white as you clenched your fists impossibly tight. “L-let go.”

“Did you hear what I just-” He paused. A white heat began to incase his entire body, his hands trembled as a high-pitched ringing started to torture his senses, he stepped back. “What the hell?”

You got away and ran upstairs.

“__! I’m not done talking to you young lady-”

“Leave me alone!”

You gritted your teeth, trying to conceal your voice. You closed your door, locking it and jumping to lay on your bed. It was hard not to hate his guts sometimes, he was so annoying sometimes. You wondered what your real dad would have been like...

You heard a knock on the door but you willed yourself to ignore the sounds.

The door creaked as he opened it. “Hi, can I help you?”

“Hello there, I know it’s late but my name is agent Susan Black, I’m with the Scientific Research and Medical Advancements recovery efforts. I’m here to get records for the people living in your home for safety, it’s protocol. We’ve been made aware that you’ve been avoiding our calls and emails for you to turn in all the residents of this home's birth records.” She smiled, he knew this would catch up with him. “You’re making us really suspicious Mr. Kang.”

He scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully. “I’ll make sure that happens in the next week, but now isn’t the best time.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do it now sir, just before the end of the year. Goodnight sir- Oh, and don't forget, it’s for the safety of society.”

“Dr. Kim, what do you think about The 1989 Project, I know you used to work here back then?”

One of the resident doctors stopped by Dr. Kim’s office to hand off some papers. “I know a lot of the rumors are true, and that even you worked with Zoe Akasma Hawn to get her back to health.”

The older man sighed, thinking of the horrible state of that girl. “I don’t have a lot to say about it.”

“Oh, come on Doctor, I know you must think something of it.” He pried.

“I just hope the surviving participants get the help that they need, that’s all.” His answer is wholesome, not one you can really argue.

“You can’t possibly think that those experiments have a chance of molding into society, do you?”

“You never know.” That’s all he had to say before resuming his papers. His phone rang suddenly.

“Hello?”

“Hey dad, I can’t come by this evening, I have a thing.” Taehyung never missed coming to see his dad, so whatever it was, it must be important. “Sorry.”

“This thing must be important, huh?” He smiled through the phone.

“Yeah, I’ll see you. Love you, dad.”

“I love you too, son.”

Taehyung tucked his phone into his pocket and got out of the car, hoping he wouldn’t be waiting here all night. It was sunset, he entered the club and found a seat near the band and waited, anxiously. The tingling in his chest reminded him how nervous he was, what if you decided not to show up? That wouldn’t be a surprise given the feelings you have towards him—if you could call those feelings. When you ran out of the restaurant the other day, he had never felt so out of place in his life. He did put you on the spot when he asked about your family and you did not react well. But in his defense, he didn’t know it was a touchy subject.

“Can I get you anything?” A young waitress, who looked rather swoon by his appearance walked up to him.

“Not now, I’m waiting for someone.” Her expression saddened when she connected the dots. He wasn’t alone this evening and she could forget about hitting it big with a guy like him.

Thirty minutes turned into an hour, and an hour turned into an hour and a half. He had finally settled for ordering tea and leaving, but then you were walking in through the front door—you were wearing a black t-shirt, sneakers, and jeans. Your hair laid close on your shoulders as your eyes scanned the room for him. Before he could beckon you over, your eyes found him and you were walking towards him. With a breathless huff, you sat in the chair across from him, the air around you immediately took effect on him. His chest started to tingle but he managed to push the excitement down.

“So,” You exhaled, “what’s so important?” Your voice was soft, low, kind despite its cutting edges in tone.

“I...” He scrambled for his reasoning for calling you. “I called the office for you yesterday, but they said you weren’t there.”

“I had a few things I had to take care of, is that why you called me here?...” If that was the reason, you were sure he was taking this interest in you too far. “To see why I wasn’t at work? I asked my manager if it was ok-”

“No, that’s not why. I-...” He tapped absentmindedly on his ceramic cup, attempting to compile a coherent sentence. “Um...”

“Taehyung,” You cut him off, your patience running thin. “I really don’t have all night, I walked here from the subway station 15 minutes from here and I need to get back home...”

“The government contacted the company. They’ve been looking to see if any of my employees are affiliated with Jane Sato or know anything about The 1989 Project. I’ve heard that you’re one of the few people that haven’t been officially cleared by the SRMA recently.” He cleared his throat. “Do you know anything about it?”

“No, not a thing...” You deadpanned, eyes going between your hands and the live band in the background. You were starting to get that feeling again, the same feeling you felt the night you saw him, the icy burn at the tip of your fingers, and the pit of your stomach.

“And honestly, I don’t believe in that stuff. The whole Zoe Hawn case seemed like the government had too much to do with it. Put a feral looking failed experiment on the TV and everyone wants to get tested, it’s a hoax. Those hybrids, experiments- Whatever they're called, they have nothing to do with me. I don’t want to have anything to do with them either.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. “So, does this not look familiar to you?” You reached for it, fingers grazing it lightly before you gradually opened it up. A photo—a photo of a bunch of doctors and scientists, you weren’t sure. Your eyes scanned the individuals in the picture and you frowned.

Your gaze turned cold. “Where did you get this...”

“These are the doctors and scientist involved in the 1989 project, I got it from a physician I know. He thought I should show it to some of my employees. Do any of them look familiar?” He tilted his head, doe eyes too round and distracting for you at the moment.

You gulped. “No.”

He moved to grasp the photo. “I just thought you might’ve-...”

“I don’t know who any of those people are.”

A spark ignited from the tip of your fingers.

When your hands touched, it was as if a white light engulfed his vision and an achingly loud thump reverberated in your ears, you yanked your hand away instantly. There was no denying that you felt something and you didn’t like it. He stared up at you, lips parted in shock as you mirrored his expression but in a rigid manner. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, probably drawing blood, and for the second time around him, your anxiety decided to devour you from the inside out.

“I-...I’m leaving.” You abruptly pushed away from the table and stormed out of the club, photo in hand.

“Hey! Wait!” He ran behind you, trying not to lose you since you were already halfway down the sidewalk. You retained a steady pace of running but you could tell he was hot on your trail, you could run down to the subway and try to lose him there but you hated getting on the subway at this hour.

You swiftly shoved the photo in your pocket and bolted down the alleyway. For a moment, you paused so you could catch your breath, leaning back against the rough brick walls and letting your eyelids flutter closed. Why is this happening to me and why now? You managed to calm yourself from the constant pound of your heartbeat. When you heard panting, you slowly opened your eyes.

He caged you, his eyes boring into your soul.

Your eyes widened, jumping back to run away but he seized your wrists. “Leave me alone!”

“Why did you run?!” He seethed, trying to stay calm. “Calm down, shh!” The words leaving his throat like a suppressed cough. You pushed at his chest, trying not to look him in the eye. “Stop trying to run away! Listen to me, please.” It was a firm plea, one you had never heard from anyone before. “If you’d just let me explain-”

You weren’t having it.

“Why won’t you just leave me alone?!” You jerked away, getting away from the wall so you could make a run for it but you felt a sharp pain in your head. You hunched over, clutching your forehead in your hands. “Ah...” You winced, your breathing unsteady and your stance shaky. The throbbing had increased and your vision was beginning to get blurry.

Taehyung reached out to you, his hand gripping your arms. “Y/n, stop fighting it...”

“Get the hell away from me!-“ You were pulling away, hitting, clawing at his arms and everything to get him to let you go. Despite your resistance, he wrapped his arms around you, his body being so close had made your pulse skyrocket. This was too much, it physically, emotionally, mentally, pained you the more you tried to getaway.

“Please, don’t fight me-” He tried to speak calmly but it was hard when you insisted on thrashing about. “S-stop fighting me, I’m not gonna hurt you, you can trust me,” His heart sank when he saw that look in your eyes, the look of an innocent creature in pain—you were scared. “We’re the same.”

“N-no, leave me alone,” Your stance wavered and you fell silent, tears building at your eyes. You were on the verge of sobbing. “Just leave me alone, I can’t be around you...”

There was so much energy emanating around you, through your bones. You could feel everything—you could hear everything. The buzz of street lights, bickering old couples on the top floor of this old apartment, honking horns of impatient drivers, a sobbing teen curled up on a cold tile floor. It was as if all living things were coursing through you—a razor-sharp current of light and darkness stabbing you from the inside out.

The sound of something cracking, the sound so unbearably familiar that he found it difficult to physically control himself.

“Y/n, don’t fight it...it’s okay...” His hands clung to your lower back and the back of your neck, keeping you anchored against him, your hands still pushing him away. His lips parted, a shaky breath leaving his mouth when you tensed.

“I know...I feel it too.”

Absolute darkness, dull obscurations ravaged your sight and you fell limp—you blacked out.

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Safe : Chapter Four

Genre: Gang/Mafia AU

Length: 4.3k

Members included: OC - Own Character, All of Bangtan, GOT7, and other groups

Summary: Jimin is a part of a gang called Bangtan. Filthy rich and infamous boys. He finds himself protecting a gifted girl who is being chased by multiple people. Bijou, an 18-year-old girl whose memory holds a priceless numerical code to a safe that leads to billions of dollars, finds herself pursued by gangs. All of Bangtan’s job is to protect Bijou. In exchange of saving her life, Bijou joins their group and helps them complete missions with her skills. Jimin had never paid much attention to girls. That was until he met her, the new member.She made his heart skip a beat every time she came close to him. He had never met someone that can make him feel special like she does.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Italics with quotations is Yoongi speaking through the earpiece ~ PLEASE READ A/N DOWN BELOW :D !!

Bijou peeked one of her eyes open and immediately closed them when the bright sun flashed her eyes. She sat up scratching her eyes and looked over at the digital clock that read 10:00AM. She swung her feet onto the ground and groaned. Her sore muscles immediately reacted. Taehyung was right, I am sore... She went over to her closet, opening the two doors, taking out a black hoodie and leggings. Bjiou sighed, Jimin didn't wake me up... That's the first She thought and slipped on the choice of clothes.

She then went inside the washroom, brushing her teeth and her hair. She sighs and tied her hair up into a messy bun. As soon as she left the washroom, she saw a note set on her bed. Bijou tilted her head, making her way to the note.

Bijou,

I'll be in the conference room.

- Yoongi

Bijou chuckled and walked out of her room. She walked down the stairs and it was strangely quiet. "Where..." She walked around the house, "Where is everyone?" She asked herself quietly. She sighs and shrugged, walking towards the conference room. She hesitantly opened the door, peeking inside. Yoongi sat in the end, typing away on his laptop. "Y-Yoongi?" She asked and he looked up, "Ah, there you are. Take a seat." He tells her and she sat on the seat on the opposite side of him. "Are you ready for this mission?" Bijou nodded,"Y-Yeah... Are you going to be with me during the mission?" She asked and Yoongi chuckled, "No, I won't. However, you'll have an earpiece and a small mic connected to you, just so you can communicate with me. You'll also have that small camera so I can see what's happening. Understood?" Bijou nodded, "Understood."

Yoongi turned on the projector. "This guy is a little piece of shit, a phoney fuck!" He shows a picture of a man, around his early 20's. Bijou recognised him, "Huh? Dohyun?" She asked and he nodded, "Yup. That fuck has been lying, I've read his fucking emails, this guy is a fucking cheat!" Yoongi exclaimed, "I-I-I heard him say he saved Korea." Bijou says and Yoongi shook his head, "Nah, he didn't. He outsourced all the jobs. Sold us little bits of plastic, restricted-access shit." He sighed, "It's payback time." Yoongi says before handing her a backpack and clothes. "Get into this, then go out and you'll see a car parked just outside the front door. You'll be using that. You know how to drive, don't you?" He asked and Bijou shrugged, "Yeah. I know the basics." She says and he nodded.

"Alright. Get ready." Bijou nodded, leaving the room. She walked up the stairs, examining the clothes she was given; black skinnies, a white polo, blue tie, and a black vest jacket. She huffed and walked into her room, putting on the clothes. She put on the earpiece and attached the small mic on the collar of the shirt. She then clipped the camera and turned it on, "Bijou?" She heard Yoongi's voice from the earpiece. "Y-Yoongi?" She asked and he hummed in response. "Alright, you can hear me fine, right?"

"Yeah, I do. Can you see through the camera fine?" He hummed, "Mhm. Get going now." Bijou walked out of her room, going down the stairs, "Wow, your room is the cleanest out of ours." He chuckled, making Bijou smile. She walked out of the house, seeing a white Range Rover parked just outside of the door. "The keys should be in the bag." Yoongi says and she followed his instructions. She entered the front seat, inserting the key. "The location should already be in the GPS." She hummed and looked at the GPS, seeing that the location was approximately 1.3km away.

She drove out of the driveway, making her way to the location she was given. "Okay. So this mission isn't really about hacking but also interacting with others. The prototype should be somewhere in his office. Find it and fit it with the device in the bag." She huffed, "Okay." She was nervous. This was her first mission by herself even though she has Yoongi in the earpiece. "Do you think they'll just let me in?" She asked, "Well yeah. You're wearing the uniform so I guarantee that you'll be inside in no time. Just hang around till someone opens the door and act entitled."

Within minutes, she parked in the parking lot. "Cel-Tel? Is that their company name for their phones?" She asked as she got our of the car, "Yup, pretty dumb to me." She slightly chuckled and walked towards the front. "Okay, just hang in there, okay?" She hummed and waited outside. A man in his 20's came out, taking out a cigar. "Hey." He says, "Um... Hey..." She says quietly. He lit his cigar, inhaling and exhaled the smoke. "Ugh, PM's pushing for more functionality." The man chuckled, "We're maxed. I mean if anything we have to strip more features, especially if we're planning on releasing a fully priced update a year." He says and Bijou gulped, "W-Well... You know, you gotta do what you gotta do." She smiled nervously and the man scoffed, "I mean, we're talking about Q4 or even Q3. Look, milestones are one thing. But when design is changing its mind seemingly overnight, there's not much that you can do about it." He says and Bijou heard Yoongi scoff, "What is he talking about." Yoongi huffed. "Do I know you?" The man asked, causing Bijou to freeze. "Y-Yeah, I think so." She replied.

"Oh right! You're the Jooyeon girl!" He smiled, "Say yes." Yoongi said and Bijou nodded, "Yeah! That's me!" She smiled sheepishly, "Great. Eh, you know you gotta do something for me." He says and opens the door for her, "Ah, thank you." She says and walks in, with the man following. He walked in front of her leading to their destination, "I'd like to keep this one out of the database if you know what I mean." They walk up the stairs and he sighed, "I'm turning consultant when we release - consulting consulters." The man says and Yoongi sighed, "What the fuck is he talking about?" Yoongi groaned and Bijou quietly chuckled. The man led her to an office room filled with desks and people typing away on their computers. The man stopped in front of a particular desk, "Here you go. If you guys let me use the RS I requested this wouldn't be a problem." He says and Bijou could practically hear Yoongi rolling his eyes. She took a seat on the chair, looking at the computer screen.

"That's a shitload of pop-ups." Yoongi mumbled and Bijou hummed, "Y-You've been at it on this PC." She says smiling, attempting to close all the pop-ups. "U-Uh, got any antivirus software?" She whispered to Yoongi who hummed. "Close all the tabs." Yoongi instructed. Bijou struggled as she tried closing the tabs as they popped back up again. Within a few seconds, it was over. "Alright, click on that Antivirus Eater thing." Yoongi says and she obeyed. "Press scan computer." She did as she was told. Then, the anti-software immediately started running. "You want a massage? 'Cause my hands are free." The man asked her and her eyes went wide. Yoongi scoffed, "What a bastard."

Scan Complete! The computer dinged. Bijou sighed in relief and clicked on the Exterminate button. "Hey, have you seen the prototype in the demo room? When Dohyun-hyung announces it at the keynote, minds are gonna blow!" The man smiles loudly and walked to towards his desk. "Yeah, sure..." Bijou whispered and grabbed the bag. "Alright, this is your time to rig the prototype, Bijou." Yoongi says and she huffed, "On it." She walked inside a room that was labelled the Demo room. She looked around and slipped inside, walkiing towards the desk. She finds a briefcase, "There, that must be it." Yoongi tells her. Bijou opened the briefcase, revealing a small black phone. "Ah, good." She whispered and took out the device from her bag. "Take out the cover from the back, you should be able to put the device I gave you in there." Yoongi says and she obeyed. Once she finished, she put the cover back on and left the room. "Good job, Bijou. Exit the building now." Bijou walked out of the building and went inside the car. "Is the mission complete?" She asked as she started the car, driving back to the house. "Close. Come home now, we'll watch the keynote together." Yoongi says, "Keynote?" She asked.

"He'll be going live very soon, presenting the new phone they made." Bijou hummed understanding, "So... What did I put in the prototype?" She heard Yoongi chuckle, "You'll see once you get home."

Bijou parked the car in front of Yoongi's garage and walked inside the house. Shouts were heard in the living room, They must be back Bijou thought referring to the other members. She took off her shoes, taking off the vest and placed it on the kitchen counter. She walked into the living room,seeing that all the boys were on the couch, watching the Keynote. Yoongi noticed Bijou, "There she is." He says and they all turned to her. "Ah! Bijou! Just in time!" Hoseok smiled and patted the spot next to him, motioning her to sit beside him. She smiled a bit and sat next to him, Jimin on the other side of her. "Did you have fun?" Jimin asked and she shrugged while smiling, "It was okay." Taehyung sat on the floor seated in front of Bijou,"I bet you did something amazing today." He smiles and Namjoon nodded, "Same. Oh shit, it's on." Namjoon says and they all got quiet.

The man, Dohyun, walks on the stage with the audience cheering for him. "Hello Seoul! This company has come a long way. Today, you're about to witness a new phase. Full on, weapons grade, red alert, world domination!" He says and al the boys scoffed, "Bullshit." Jin mumbled. "We've put a ton of people's private data in the public domain and we have used every penny we could in the process." The audience cheered, "We have one of the youngest work forces in the world! It's not just impressive, it's revolutionary!" The audience clapped and Jimin groaned, "Pull out the damn device already." He scoffed, "We are about to make the next step right here! Prepare to witness... the future." Donhyun yells and all the boys yell, "Shut the fuck up!" Hoseok groaned and Dohyun pulled out the prototype.

"There it is." Yoongi smirked and pulled out his phone, handing it to Bijou. "Here it is! The Cel-Tel mobile device!" The audience cheered once again, "W-What do I do?" Jimin smiled, "Call his number." He says and she looked through his contacts, finding Donhyun's number. "Yes, we have invented something no one has thought of. A small personal computerised device!" He says and Taehyung sighed, "Bijou, call him quickly." Bijou nodded and clicked on his contact as the phone ringed. The prototype ringed, "Hah, fuck you." Jimin smirked at the TV. "Oh, hold on. I think someone's trying to call me!" Donhyun smiled and answered the phone. Bijou gulped, afraid to see what was going to happen. Donhyun held the phone to his ear, "Hello?" And at that moment, the phone exploded. Donhyun laid on the floor, conscious with a pool of blood surrounding his body. "Oh! Ach! Oh shit!" Namjoon yelled and the boys yelled, "Oh man, holy shit!" Jungkook coughed and the channel cut off. Bijou handed Yoongi his phone. "T-That was it? It killed him?" Bijou asked and the boys chuckled, "Yup, that was it. You did almost all of Seoul a favor." Hoseok ruffled her hair.

Bijou smiled, "Don't I have another mission?" Yoongi nodded, "Yes. Who's your supervisor again?" Yoong asked and Jimin raised his hand, "That'll be me." Jimin smiled and Yoongi gave a short nod, "Okay. You'll be going out with Bijou since you're her supervisor. This is a big task and I don't think she can do it alone." Jimin nodded and stood up, "Let's go, kid." Jimin says and Yoongi took out his laptop, "The Avens is using the Cannie Garage to store some protoype vehicle equipped with new technology. That car is worth a lot. Can you pay a visit and snatch their new toy?" Bijou gulped, "Yeah, no problem." She smiled and Jimin shrugged, "If she's okay with it, then I'm okay with it." Yoongi smiled, "I like the sound of that."

"Oh and be careful, you'll have to hack the terminal to get into the garage which is going to raise some bells. Expect a lot of heat." Yoongi says and Namjoon tilted his said, "How will they get there if they're going to capture a car?" Yoongi hummed, "Good question. I have a car that you can abandon during the mission. I got you a car that you can totally shit on. I just got it for the purpose of the mission." He shrugged and shut his laptop. "Bring a few weapons. Bijou, you're not familiar with guns yet right?" She shook her head, "I still have to go training with Taehyung." She says and Taehyung looked at her in awe, "Aw, you called me by my real name." He cooed as he pinched her cheek. Jimin noticed and slapped his hand away, "Get your hands off my chaperone." Jimin says causing Jungkook to look at him weirdly, "What?" Jimin sighed as the three maknae's got into a playful fight about Bijou and Jimin.

"Get going before they get back from their meeting in Daegu." Yoongi says walking up the stairs. Bijou looked at Jimin, who was now pulling Jungkook into a headlock. "U-Uh... Jimin?" Bijou called quietly. Jimin stopped what he was doing and slowly looked at her. He gulped, his face flushed, "Y-yeah?" He coughed, "I think we should go, Yoongi says they'll be coming home soon." She twiddled with her fingers and Jimin roughly let Jungkook go, "R-Right, let's go." He cleared his throat and walked towards the front door with Bijou following. "Hehehe, Jiminnie got flustered just hearing his name come out of her mouth!" Taehyung and Jungkook giggled, causing Jimin to give the middle finger as he walks out the door withBijou.

"Yah, yah, okay calm down kids. Help me with chores now. I'm guessing Bijou won't be coming till after dinner." The boys groaned, "How does she do it? She's gotta tell us, I mean who cleans the entire house within a few hours? It takes us days." Jungkook grumbled, making Hoseok laugh.

Jimin opened his garage door, quickly taking a few guns such as shotguns and pistols. "I think this will be okay." He mumbled and they both walk towards the car they were given. Bijou tilted her head and smiled, "A Honda Civic?" Jimin nodded, "Wow, I'm impressed. You know your cars too." JImin went inside the car as well as Bijou. "How was your mission with Yoongi? I saw the outcome but how was it overall? I see you don't have blood on your clothes." He teased making her smile,"I-It wasn't too bad. Just a lot of interacting." She shrugged and Jimin hissed as he drove out of the driveway. "I hate those kinds of missions. Anyway, you have your training with Hoseok-hyung tomorrow. He'll be teaching you how to drive." Jimin says and Bijou looked at him confused.

"I thought Hoseok was supposed to teach me something else. And I thought Jin was teaching me how to drive." Jimin chuckled, "We switched some things around. We thought Jin's training with driving was a bit boring and we decided that he'll teach you medical shit instead, what he's mostly known for. Then, Hoseok-hyung will teach you how to drive instead of whatever I said he was going to teach you. Hoseok is a street racer and we thought that he'll teach you because there will be missions where it'll get rough, meaning there will be scenarios where you'll be chased by someone or you chase someone. Get it?" Jimin explained and Bijou nodded, "Seems necessary." Jimin laughed, causing her to laugh.

Within 25 minutes, they made it to their destination. Jimin buckled a gun belt to his belt, placing a pistol and grenade on it. Bijou raised an eyebrow, "Why a grenade?" She asked as Jimin took out the shotgun."I don't know, just in case." He shrugged. Bijou walked behind Jimin as he led the way. Jimin turned to her, "Walk beside me. Someone may come up behind you and take you away and I won't even know." He smiled and Bijou immediately walked up beside him. He laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Bijou blushed at the gesture. His arm was somewhat heavy on her shoulders. She could feel his muscles since he was carrying the heavy gun in his hand. "You know what to do right?" Bijou nodded, "We hack the terminal and capture the vehicle?" Jimin nodded, "In case they come, you hack the terminal and I'll hold them off, okay?" She nodded and frowned, "Will you be okay?" She asked and Jimin scoffed as he smirked, "Fuck yeah. I'm known as the strongest man in Seoul, did you know that?" Bijou tilted her head. "There is no way."

Jimin pouted, "What do you mean? I mean, I can drive recklessly and normally like a normal person. I can fight, I learned karate when I was a kid. My father taught me how survive in the area I lived in. I kept training till I was known as the strongest man in Seoul. Don't get wrong, I still train." Jimin smiled and Bijou smiled softly, "Jimin..." His ears perked up at the sound of his name, "What's your story?" She asked and Jimin huffed, "It's not a... good one. I promise to tell you one day though. I would like to tell you about myself at a time where we're alone, and not during a mission." He laughed, making her giggle as well. Okay." She smiled and he ruffled her hair, "When I tell you, you better tell me yours." She nodded, "Of course!" She smiled and he held up his pinky, "Promise?" Bijou hesitated before interlacing her pinky around his.

They finally arrive at their destination. Jimin grabbed her wrist and jogged next to the machine. "Alright, quickly hack into it. I'll watch our back." He says and Bijou turned on the device. It revealed a lot of moving letters. "There has a to be a pattern..." She watched the letters move carefully. Suddenly gunshots were heard, "Shit! Hurry, kid!" Jimin says in a panicked tone. Bijou breathed heavily and suddenly saw a word form within a split second. Bijou widen her eyes, "U-Un..." She tried to spell out.

Jimin shot at the men, successfully killing some. "Fucking bitches." Jimin muttered and aimed at their heads. "Ayo it's Park Jimin!" One of the men yelled and Jimin recognised his voice, "Shut the fuck up, Pennsafucky!" Bijou raised an eyebrow at the name, "Pennsafucky?" She whispered to herself. The man groaned, "What the fuck? My name's Pennsatucky, you bitch!" Pennsatucky shot at Jimin but he dodged every bullet. Bijou, however, found out how to unlock the terminal. "I-It spells out Unlock!" She says to herself and tapped on the letters.

"I see you got yourself a toy to play with, Chim." Pennsatucky yells as he smirked. Jimin growled before shooting at his head. "Fucking bitchass." Jimin shouted and the garage opened. "Jimin! It's open!" Bijou yells and Jimin shot one more guy before running inside the garage as he covers Bijou from getting hurt. "A Pagani Huayra? Good choice hyung." Jimin smirked and threw the shotgun in the back before starting the engine. Before Bijou could buckle her seatbelt, Jimin sped out of the area, with the Avens gang following along. "Ah, shit. They're following us aren't they?" Jimin sighed and Bijou quickly buckled her seatbelt. "What are we going to do?" She asked worriedly and Jimin looked around. "How far are we from them?" He asked. Bijou looked back, "A-About 100 yards." Jimin smirked. "Alright, hang tight, kid." Bijou looked at him before Jimin sped up the car. "T-T-Too fast!" She yelped and Jimin drove into an underground construction site. Jimin pants and it was quiet. "Are... Are they gone?" She asked quietly. Jimin huffed, "I think so." Jimin received a text, Mission Complete. Come back home now. Jimin smirked and put away his phone. "Alright, we did it. Apparently, I killed most of them." He shrugged and Bijou widen her eyes, "Kill?"

"Yeah, I know I make it seem like it's nothing. Sorry." He smiled and she returned one back. "You did good today." Jimin says and Bijou watched the sunset. "You think so?" She asked quietly and he nodded, "Hell yeah. You've been doing really good in your training. Keep up the good work." He smiled down at her. Bijou blushed, "T-Thank you, Jimin."

"Bijou-ahhh! You're doing so well~" Taehyung embraced her, "T-Thank you, Taehyung." Taehyung smiled. "Let her go. Let her rest." Jimin tells Taehyung, making him pout. "Awhhh, I wanted to play with her." Taehung says and Jungkook nodded in agreement. "Aish, you can play with her tomorrow." Jimin motioned her to go up the stairs. Bijou looked back at the two boys and smiled, "Goodnight~" She says sweetly and the two boys waved, "Goodnight Bijou-ahh~" Jungkook chimed while Taehyung sent her hearts with his hands. She giggled and Jimin led her to her bedroom. They entered the room and Bijou gasped.

"W-What happened?" Bijou asked and Jimin smiled and placed his arm around her shoulders once again. "Like it?" Bijou smiled and nodded.

Her room was decorated. She had dressers, a vanity, more clothes, tons of makeup, a desk along with a chair, a couch, and two nightstands on either side of her bed. "W-When did you do this?" She asked and he smiled down at her. "While you were out on your mission, I decided to decorate your room a little. It seemed a bit boring and it needed something to make it seem more lively." She laughed lightly, "Something? You went a bit overboard." She walked around and looked at him, "Thank you, Jimin. Really." She felt tears well up in her eyes. Jimin clenched his jaw and looked at her with worried eyes. "W-What's wrong? Is there something you don't like?" She shook her head, "No, no... It's just that someone never done something like this for me." She smiled, making him smile as well. "It's no problem, kid. Besides, I wanted to treat you. You're doing so well." He ruffled her hair.

Bijou looked at the makeup she was given, and lightly gasped, "J-Jimin... All this makeup... They must all cost so much!" Jimin shrugged, "Hey, it's okay. I got a shitload of cash and besides, it's my treat." He smiled and Bijou blushed, feeling her heart pumpm faster than ever. "I also got that in case there's a mission where you have to you know... Lure a man." He chuckled and walked over to the closet. "I got you more clothes. Yoongi somehow found her files and that's how I found your sizes and such." Bijou smiled, He really is something. What Bijou did next was something Jimin never felt before.

Bijou embraced him. She sniffed, trying to maintain the waterworks. "T-Thank you, Jimin. I really mean it, thank you." She smiled. Jimin's eyes were wide, and smiled softly. He blushed furiously and scratched the back of his neck. "Ah... it's no problem kid. I'm glad I got to make you happy." He ruffled her hair. He then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away, "Hey, how about we go out tomorrow?" He smiled and she looked up at him, "Huh?" She asked. Jimin huffed, "We can go into town together. I plan on doing things with you, you know? You're a fun person to be around with, kid. Even though you're such a softie." This made Bijou smile through her happy tears. "Don't I have training with Hoseok?" Jimin hummed, "Well... about that... His training doesn't start till after dinner. So you have the day to yourself." He smiled. Bijou nodded, "Okay, let's go to town together." Jimin ruffled her hair what seemed like the millionth time.

"Alright. Take your time tomorrow morning." Jimin says before leaving the room, "Night, brat." He says and closes the door. "Goodnight, Jimin." She whispered. Bijou sighed and dressed into her pyjamas. She slipped into her covers, cuddling into them. She sighed once more and close her eyes, Thank you... Jimin.

sorry for the late updateeee! :((( i hurt my back while shovelling the snow! aisshh it hurt so much that i had to go see the doctor lol. do not worry! i'm okay now and i skipped school today hehehehe, which gave me time to quickly type up this chapter! this chapter is shorter than the others, but i promise to work harder!

i'm actually thinking of writing a college!AU with both BTS and GOT7 featuring in it. once again, this is a jimin x oc hehe, i cant help myself! but i was also thinking of doing a triangle between taehyung x oc (own character) x jimin or jackson x oc (own character) x jimin, y'know? let me know what you think!!

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Q&As: https://www.quora.com/How-non-correct-is-the-claim-Terrorism-has-no-religion [ब्रह्म/भ्राम-ान/इन, आर्य-न, are-a-n, [k]shatriya, वैश्य, वर्ण]बाद[आ]दाब[ईर्ष्या, उग्र, घृणा, भय, d-ange-r, आतंक, निरस्कार, डर, बहिष्कार, ख़ौफ़]वाद{-ा, -े,-ी}दाव https://img.ifcdn.com/images/4c3c9055eaea49a17eb2b2714564a8751eb9d4c0c6f9f0d70e75245fd44c25b0_1.jpg ................ seCTion deLimiter[s] https://youtu.be/j3vbxX-i15A tHe BiG FiGHT: Are iNDians raCist?https://youtu.be/OCcgx16e8DQ …Yes... https://youtu.be/ilo_YRqXH1k Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Are-Indians-racist-against-black-people iNDians 're racist: kill-murder fellow nationals according to [beliefs, caste-drama-dharma, faith, iDeology, [hyPO]{Cris[i]es, Theses}]; who eat cooked cow-meat, kill those converted to Christianity, kill those dalits-darks-blacks-dasa, bharat's racist ri[Gh/O]t[ual]ists 're [racist, rapist, criminal, extremist, separatist, terrorist]s against other fellow iNDians. https://clarkuthingsthatmatter.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/caste-based-reservation-system-in-india.jpg raCe{[i]st}cAST[L]e Hy[PO]sTe{m,ria} https://youtu.be/ol5zghjbLDA WAman MeShRAm https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/94/53/34/9453345fae30aa1e50b8cadb2c5c63e1.jpg Q&As: https://www.quora.com/How-bad-is-was-the-Indian-racial-racist-blame-claim-Slogan-bad-eye-wo-man-your-face-may-be-come-dark-black-en-ed-against-other-Indians कानून{प्र}देश पालक muSlims: https://openkhabar.com/muslim-mob-lynching Q&As: https://www.quora.com/How-do-many-Brahmanic-Abrahamic-Allies-followers-groups-classes-institutions-and-industries-owe-Reparations-and-Restitutions-towards-against-the-enslaved-Humans-and-descendants-Dasa-and-Dalits-and-their-After-Life-Slavery-in-India Q&As: https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-chances-that-word-bha-rat-is-a-shortened-form-of-gar-bha-rat भारत के [jusTice deLayed=deNied corRupt{eD,iNG}proCrastiNate] न्यायालय: https://youtu.be/vaXLsx1D3NI वामन मेश्राम ................ यह [कैसी] आज़ादी https://youtu.be/hGvMwgNkueQ [{g,j}uT[H]i:bHoOKhi] https://youtu.be/s_RuY9yPXQU {sonGs} faMineD{+QuASi+}DyinG hunGRy{reG,naT}ionals: https://www.facebook.com/rachna.agrawal.16/posts/1718231398228811 work: https://youtu.be/G7nUQYESZOk RoHit veMuLA: https://youtu.be/8G-IuAQxFHc मेघराज सिंह Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Did-the-pseudoAryana-Sons-crit-ona-Varna-bring-the-British-English-for-own-ing-industrial-indian-advances-advantages-representations re{PreSenT, Serv}ation: https://youtu.be/UiYEtEXYqIQ Ad[h]iWASi: https://youtu.be/FThC9_HiN_I pro[Blem,cLaim,mise]{s}SoLuTion https://youtu.be/CCtZ0TfNKsY [राष्ट्र,क्षेत्रीय]वाद[-ा,-े,-ी]दाव: https://youtu.be/qAPt5ND69LY?t=40m45s हिंदूV/sअंय ब्राह्मणों+{ar,err}{y,e}a{n,a} ने फँसाया, मुस्लिमों को: https://youtu.be/p4KrA6yzJ1I सिक्खों:et+al को: https://youtu.be/rk-aG0o4bIc बौद्ध धर्म को भारत में:से कैसे उजाड़:उखाड़:ख़त्म कर गुज़[-ा]रे गए: https://youtu.be/S7gwkMtM8cM वामन मेश्राम Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Is-Hinduism-truth-based-business-trade-based-or-justice-based ग़ुलाम{उ}दास [महा]भारत+{राम,हरी}याण[वि] कर्क:भाड़: https://youtu.be/Xii6iFU94Zc ओशो बौद्धों:दलितों:शूद्रों:et+al के विरुद्ध ब्राह्मणी[k]shatri{य:}वैश् घृणा+ज़ुल्म:जुर्म{-ी}आतंक+ख़ौफ़ अभिYAn: https://youtu.be/8U1SMEKqIus वामन मेश्राम कैसे [b]HAwi है, [प्र]{जाति,दुर्ग}वाद[i]: [प्र]शिक्ष{-ा,ण} पर: https://youtu.be/ySIoO5oKbWA [cAST[L]e{[i]st}raCe] eDuCaTion:tRaiNinG on BaHujans JN ManDaL, 1st law minister, Pakistan: https://www.dawn.com/news/1217465 bureauCracy[+ReLiGions+PoLi[Ti]ic{e,s,ies}] overPowering minorities instead of eMPowering {Brah,sonCra}M[anism,ins]+[erR,aR][y,e][n,a]{ist}+tRaDe{st}cAST[L]e ocCupied iNDian deMocracy with iNC+JawaharlalNehru became 1st govern{ment,dhun,nance}+PM without any election, after: British+Christians left/were sent+back]; Mughals+Muslims were oBLiterated+sideLined with muslim[league, nation]; [OBCs+Shudra, SCs+Dalits, STs+Ad[h]iwasi, minorities, et al] were poLi[Ti]c[e]aL{Ly}re[Li]Gio[se,naL] oBLiterated[with]in[s/c+ide]{Lined,[re]Stricted} with d{aNGe}r+ous Bengal+famine? Puna+pact, {pseudo,[w+]Ron{G,A,i}DhOn,uNeFFective,QuASi}rePresentation:{leaD,deaL}erS[hip]:reServation, [de]PreDation etc: https://youtu.be/H3xSe-TzEWc an aMazing Fake News Show on Zee News: https://youtu.be/fHStIl06CiI by:through SuDhir ChauDhary ................ {diS[Aster, ease], ePiDemic, famine}s were [re]{sTART, cReaT}eD since 9-11[-2016] [un, dis]LiKe 9-11 USA... https://www.facebook.com/BuzzFeedIndia/videos/1684759014917912 iT-ThOSe {eCLiPs, eNGuLF, seiz}eD the [proGress of, [after]li{ve, fe style}s of] https://www.facebook.com/TheWireHindi/videos/536010333417837 {pOVerty-sTRicken+daRiDra, SC{s}daLiT, weak{s}kamZor, OBC{s}baHujan, ST{s}aD[h]iwAsi}et+al: http://boltahindustan.com/congress-mp-targets-pm-modi-over-noteban-celebration/ Q&As: https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-worst-U-turns-made-by-BJP-after-forming-the-government BjP {pun, STANCe} oN [NOTeBaNDi, eNForCeD punishMent?, [de, re]MoneTiZation} https://www.facebook.com/1383922705169789/videos/1937398176488903 iNDo reLiGioSe+ri[Gh,O][T][uaL][isT][ic] poLi[Ti]C{inG, s, ieS} religiose-political strategics[pseudo]science: enSuring benefits of own[selves,serfs-slaves], [exe,perSe]Cuting {surgical-strikes on, poLaRizing, diViding, deVising} other[familie,team,organisation,opPosition,partie]s, time & again; pu[sh,ll][ed,an] them in hell. Did u bear [with] it? Or eLSe, how you[r's] reMained/[over,be]Came unTouched by this {most}? [de,re]MoneTization aNThem: ये लाइन मे खड़ा है तू: https://youtu.be/c_fp1u74ctw जो आजकल: https://youtu.be/5em0wMt67xg कूटनीति-राजनीती शास्त्र-कला{कारी}कलह: अपनों के लाभ{मंदे,तेज़,slow,fluent}फ़ायदे {साध,सुलभ,सरल,सहज,निश्चित,निश्चिन्त}कर, अन्यों-विपक्षियों [पर,का] कर[गुज़र]ते चले[गुप्त]भागे शल्य-शैल्य-शोषण-प्रहार-हानि, {ध्रुवी, टूट[-ी]फूट}करण, बार-म-वॉर; उनके-ऊपर [भाड़,वर्चस्व:,प्रभुत्वं] बना/ उनको [भाड़,वर्चस्व:,प्रभुत्वं] में धकेल, जी[त]ते जिए। क्या आप [इसे, इसके-साथ] {सह[म]ते, गुज़[-ा]रते} रहे? या फिर, आप/तुम्हारे इस{ सब}से कैसे अछूते रहे? Ash[O]ARAm BA{p,b}u: https://youtu.be/d2l0sdFBugM Narendra Mod{i, e+l}OpeRanDe किफ़ायती पन्थी? वादा-खिलाफ़ती-दावे Oath breaker-brokers OR eX[P,T]ensi[ve,ble]Peri[m]ent[al] iDeoLoGical hap[py,pen]hazard[ous][harm,hurt]ful dePredator wings-organisations-parTease-टाल-म-तोल-[ट]टोलियां-टीलें-सटोरिये-pervert-ठिठोलियां सीधे-साधे-भ[ट,ड़]काऊँ-भूले[-ं]भोले-भालें-तीरें {कठो,[कोठ,ठाक,डाक]:-उ,ठोक,ठुके}र-िये[दुर्ग:caST[L-e]proPa[g,p,b-h]anda(go)Spellभेड़िये-साँड़(ef)Forts]mob[उग्र]भीड़[में][भेड़ियें,भेड़ें,साँड़,मेढ़ें,कुत्तें]->भाड़-hell:भिड़े-भड़-बुझे-ख़रबूजें, उठाईगिरे, सेब-Base, आम, डुचे-ठुके, [र,श]-ाम, ड[न्-ग]रे, दबे-ढके, ग़ाज़रें-मूलियाँ, डँ[-ा]टे, सँते-सटे, मुड़े-बुढ़े, मरे-खबे, [[इति]आदि,अद्,बद,सीधे,सधे,सादे,टेढ़े,मेढे]-भुत[क़ाले, go[र,ल][क्षे,-े,खे]], तजे-भजे-भजिये-तजृबें-तजुर्बें-तरबूज़ें, etc. [p,m]arT[y,iaL][s]Bj के अच्छे{proPa}GanD{e,A} https://youtu.be/faBjO-yWb8M बे+इज़्ज़त {Ri-gh/ot-ist, [sa]WARNa, [P]ARTiFiCiaL} LoC{aL}LoG note[n]ki baAz rahe {g,j}aye guza[a]re gaye hain. tHe {de,re}MoneTization ciRcus: https://youtu.be/YqwVOWYJSxw {B/P+L}uNDer – AiB ................ Word 'Hindu' means {slave, robber, thief, waylayer, black} https://youtu.be/kjkHI6PtrEY?t=4m30s Hundreds of sources[re]liable eXP{Lain,oS}ing with truth, facts & eVidence: https://www.google.co.in/search?q=hindu+means+thief Hypo{The[a]T[r]i, CriTi}Cal nu{kS[he, An], sKhe} of|for|by [huMan, mamMaL, aniMaL] {reG, raT, naT}ioNaLs:[ Hind{i, u{sTAn}, {MahA}[RAshtr, BhArat]a[pra]Desh-MaRAThA} ~50%;bRahm[a,i,e]n ~3.5%;aRe-a-n{ism,ists}AryA[n], [k]shatri[ya-ism/t]RAjPut:which[raj ke put? YA raja ke put?]ThAKur ~5%+3.5%;{tum'Am} jAn[wa]R ~70%; R'AmaYana, {re}La[ksh,x]man, D'AsaRatha ~40%; [na'R, kin+na'R, nArad, nAra'yana, nA'Ri, laksh/lax+mi] ~40%; pandav-punde [tha]kuru[va] [maha]bh[a,A]ra't[a,i,ya] viC[h]ar-Dha[r, m]a R'ad[h][ik]a ~60%;bRahm{Adi-k}sanaQ muni'sa ~40-50%;[MuSLim, MosLem, Mom[i,e]n]s, iS[L,R]AMic] ~15% RamzAN-RAMADAn;(unt)[hei, die]n-do (shunt) arChaic[anArChy]anCient hinDon{e} ~50%;QALe ~60-70% {Dh[a,u]n ~50-90%} GoRe ~30-40%;in{Dia, Dies, Dus+Do[es]}{trial, WAD{i,a,e}DAW, valLey} [fe]males ~70%;{Q'Am, r'Am, jAn[wa]r, {un}j'Am} tum'Am ~85-90%;{se,hu,wu}men{nu,mu} {fo(u)r, go, out}{cast[L][e], ra{c,p}e, sPell}s ~70%;MamMal[ian]s प्राणी{स}स्तन{धारी, पायी, -ीय}जन्तु ~100% ] ?? Hindu+twa[m] हिन्दू+{ त्व[-ं]=तू:तुम:you; अह[म,म्]=मैं:i; [ए]तेषां=वो:them } conFirm@ http://www.spokensanskrit.de 'aham' tva [iMPoSé, SPReaD, eNForce] {inG} iNDo{H}inDu iDenTiTy {not ouTDo[inG]} on oTher[ {nat,reG}ionaL]s [ब्राह्मण,वर्ण]{:}धर्म का अ{-ँधा}नुकरण: https://youtu.be/qL1E5YtCerQ?t=2m40s WeD[ic] DhaRM: https://youtu.be/1ttpb5IC15s V/s BudDhism https://youtu.be/jdOS7CREfD0 JeMini KAdu: https://youtu.be/OYmaj8LTFuQ BaMCEF नालंदा बौद्ध विश्वविद्यापीठ (iNDiA) https://www.facebook.com/829138893826348/videos/1553500264723537 व तक्षशिला युनिवर्सिटी (ChiNA) की वास्तविकता Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Is-Hindu-an-English-word-or-Hindi-word/answer/Nimish-Mishra-5 Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Who-obliterated-Buddhism-from-india-3000-BCE-1000-ADE/answer/Nimish-Mishra-5 {wa}sudh[:,a,ir]budh; waSund[h]ara; shuddh[:,i,a]buddh; old monk{ey}; boDo[:,a]soDo; body:sody https://i.pinimg.com/originals/23/03/ab/2303ab913236241c7d889e4d1edbfc48.jpg [maha]Bhara+t+iya ग़रीबी पर वीर+रस कविता: https://youtu.be/hksqLJ7Wy1A हरि ओम पवार [aRTiCLe] भारतीय [प्र,अंतर]जाति व्यवस्था 'ऐंटी नेशनल' है: http://www.bbc.com/hindi/india/2016/06/160617_amartya_sen_ambedkar_cast_system_pk नोबल पुरस्कार विजेता अमर्त्य सेन ................ दोनों[म,व,मा]रनेवाले [ज़्यादा,अधिक]तर [अधिकांक्षी,बहूजन,बाहूसँख्यक]85-90%[शूद्र:OBCs, दलित:Dalits, आदिवासी:Ad[h]iwasis, {धार्मिक:अल्पसंख्यक:साँस्कृतिक:नृजातीय}minorities] होते रहे गुज़[-ा]रे-गए। Brahm[a,e,i]n[ism,s] https://youtu.be/q2s3AcQZJd0 eXPosed Arya{ns} https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aryanism were aLiens-forEigners: https://www.facebook.com/MoolnivasiMedia/videos/249675415436976 to huge iNDi[an,es] subContinent Brahm[a,e,i]n Girl rePly: https://youtu.be/EQKgVytO-90 [brahmenब्राम्हणb[al]ramhu[ma]n, [k]shatriya, tradest] बस घट[-ी,ना] को {स्क्रिप्टित, son-culp-rit, स्वीकृत}अर्थवा[स्कृप्ट-लिखते, [मा,ता][नसिक,न्त्रिक]क्रियान्वित{करते}[अ]हिंसा, तमाश[बीन]बनते[नरसिँहित,गौरीमा]] गुज़[-ा]रे[ते]गए। सम्विधान, क़ानून एवं व्यवस्था: https://youtu.be/0fRtlUSg8VI प्रो. रतन लाल राष्ट्र[प्र]देश को वर्ण[su,क़ु,सम्][वर्चस्व,प्रभुत्व]ता के प्रोपेगैंडा[अ,दुर्]बोध[आतुर]एजेंडे से बचा[ना।, या?] [bLoG] ब्राह्मणी+[k]shatriya: https://brahminsexposed.wordpress.com {crime, horror, terror}ism जितनी गहराई में जा��चो{गे}पुरखो, {धर्म के आधार पर बनाईं गयीं, धार्मी[आ]धारित} [शोच,संशोध]नीय प्र[शो,को]ष[ण,क़] व्यवस्थाएं समझ[पा,ते,जा]ओगे। राष्ट्र[प्र]देश को [सम्]प्रबुद्ध [पौरुष, स्त्रीत्व, आत्मियत] प्रदान [करें।, कराया?] ................ भीमसाहब व बहुजनों का इतिहास: https://youtu.be/KyVWbMC1C1s?t=1m4s दिल रो उठे Q&As: https://www.quora.com/What-re-the-origins-of-Dalits-and-Dasa iSiS ViCTiMs: https://youtu.be/yNdqZi0z8vQ RT Q&A: https://www.quora.com/What-is-everyday-life-like-in-an-ISIS-controlled-area/answer/Maneesh-Kumar-57 Pre+iSLAmic MidDLe EaST: https://youtu.be/kBpQiJt3MUQ hiStoryFew people can name poets and events from Byzantine? होश में {आ,गा,जा}ओ+{जा,मा}नों: [a]bRah[a]M[{a,i,e}N]ic{al}feUD+[a,eR]R[y,e]an{ist}[k][s]hatri[ya]+tRaDe{st}cAST[L]e बहुजनों के [{sho, [satya, wi]nA, choO}shaq, {दु,कु}श्मन, sh{aTrue, udra}]#1 https://youtu.be/HvhHnm1wLfc MuS{lims, alMAn} नहीं: https://www.facebook.com/harish.shaikh.750/posts/1912088845723601 इन्दु चौधरी, नहीं हिन्दु: https://www.facebook.com/induchoudharybhu/videos/1920599651290330 Q&As: https://www.quora.com/What-is-dalit-crisis/answer/Laal-Musaddi https://youtu.be/BOpbeJR9w3A?t=11m8s Poe{M, Try} Rajeev Riaz & Surajpal Chauhan: https://youtu.be/ofaYLGcap8c?t=17m13s बहुजन समाज के शायर व कवि http://www.thequint.com/hot-wire/2015/10/22/more-than-47000-crimes-against-dalits-in-2014-crime-records छद्म[वि,वै]ज्ञानी [निंदापूर्ण, तुच्छ:क्षुद्र:, दास:, दल-इत--ि] बनानेवाले ब्राह्मणी:क्षेत्रीय:वर्ण{वादी}जाति:सामन्ती {समाजी, sons+Cri{ti,me}}q अनुकूलन: का उन्मूलन तुरन्त{ज़रूर,i}जल्द जाती हमारी मूल पहचान नहीं: https://youtu.be/LI90h_Gr0Ww वामन मेश्राम rozGAr canDiDaTure: https://www.facebook.com/jyotisinhajsr/posts/636773173163840 ................ सन्घ-ुटन:RsS [{raCe, tRaDe, cAST[L]e}st] के मनगढ़ंत इतिहास और बढ़ते सांप्रदायिक खतरे: https://youtu.be/x-HVaUje3Kg इरफ़ान हबीब, इतिहासकार Genesis of RSS & poLiTical aGenDa: https://youtu.be/vgXZlFLpWSc Q&As: https://www.quora.com/How-is-RSS-related-to-Hindu-terrorism SaHARanpur D{anGe}r: https://youtu.be/n70JQeGY07k?t=2m34s pRiMe-TiMe Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Is-BJP-an-anti-Dalits-party गड़करी + bRahmin juntA https://youtu.be/nn98r6yyRp0 {p,m}Art[y,iers] https://youtu.be/-HVFLNm-P_U Q&As: https://www.quora.com/What-exactly-is-Jumla-and-is-it-a-Hindi-word/answer/Nimish-Mishra-5 आरक्षण के ख़िलाफ़: भाजपा नेता सुब्रमण्यं स्वामी: https://youtu.be/YtWXEpm1674 {Poem} On Saharanpur, UP: https://youtu.be/p2L7zhF-fd8 b[i]ased+shrewd+Ri+gh/o+ts RajPuts V/s gullible+poor Dalits Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Is-BJP-anti-intellectual-and-anti-artist [aRTiCLe] http://www.huffingtonpost.in/2017/04/14/30-ambedkar-quotes-that-may-surprise-the-bjp_a_22039425 KaiRANA, aFTer proPaGanDa & ruMors: https://youtu.be/6qOoeq6dYtA कैराना प्र[चा,सा]र{-ों}अफ़वाह के बाद नुक्सान{गर्द{i}गर्त} moDe[L]{oPeR,proPA[G,jh]}anD{e,A,oO}] of {p,m}ART[Y,iAL]Bj: https://youtu.be/k6mQ010ueVg rac[i,e]{st}cAST[L]e https://youtu.be/hOKAd2Gj9k4 7 Historic facts aBout RSS: https://youtu.be/MntX_MvTLj8 ................ GoRakSha[Qs] eXPoSeD: https://youtu.be/E_u-1_-zuwU RamaKAnt भ्रष्टाचार मुक्त [प्र]देश: https://youtu.be/vZEHkogVG7w ओशो re[Li]Gion: reLiGion on|over reGion : क्या गाय के नाम पर हिंसा फैलाने वाले गौ:आतंकी है? https://youtu.be/XfuX64TUzQU SBS Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Why-is-Buffalo-not-worshipped-like-cow-in-Hinduism {ब्राह्मण, [K]ShaTriy, वैश्य}-ों [में, की] गौमांस खाना: https://youtu.be/6MWF8SPGhZw {वैद, धार्म, वार्ण, सनातन}-िक परम्परा रही There have been too many:much propaganda for [iDeoLogical, feuDal, {p}aRTificial, reliGiose-reLigious, eThnic, reGional] battle:war:priest[Craft]s, inStead of proViding good:better living conditions for its:their {reG,raT,naT}ion[al]s. गौ-हत्या सत्य:: https://youtu.be/UnmbKh3o_IY Osho लाखों के लिए [गौ,गउ]रक्षक: [दे,रे]ख़क[go,गाय][भ,ल]क्ष्यक़ and [कौ,cow]तस्कर[-ी] में शामिल: https://youtu.be/Y3YHjqooPz4 dosSier? ................ हिंदू धर्म में {विवेक, कारण, स्वतंत्र} सोच के विकास के लिए कोई गुंजाइश नहीं ~ डॉ. भीम राव अम्बेडकर: http://www.hindisahityadarpan.in/2016/10/best-b-r-ambedkar-hindi-quotes-slagans.html [admi, ado]ration of Dr Babasaheb Ambedkar!! https://www.facebook.com/MoolnivasiMedia/videos/249560185448499 जो भी व्यवस्थाएं जन्‍म से एक:कुछ गुट:समूहों{प्र}जातियों:जुठ को [अन-ेक क्षेत्रों में] {श्रेष्‍ठ, अच्छ��, बड़ा} व {दूसरे, अन्य} को {नीच, गन्दा, छोटा} बनाए रख{-े, ने में का[रगर, रागारी सम्भावित+साबित हो}, वह वर्ण:धर्म नहीं अपितु ग़ुलाम{उ}दास बनाए रखने के [जाल{-िशें}साज़, अच्छे{proPa}G[A,u]nDe, WArNA{sa}DhArMi, षड़यन्त्र+खड्यंत्र, cRiMe{hor,s,ter}Ror{iSm, [iMaGi,cOmBi,maCh{i,O}]N[e,ation]s}, ज़ुल्म{i,-ANA?}जुर्म], पात्र:मात्र। GujaRAt moDe[L] {oPeR, proPa{G,jH}}{a,u}nD{e,A,oO}: https://www.facebook.com/Fekunama/videos/1984420568251694 यदि गुजरात मॉडल सफल है तो:–किसान परेशान क्यों?बच्चे कुपोषित क्यों?दलित पीड़ित क्यों?महिलायें असुरक्षित क्यों?पाटीदार आंदोलन क्यों?युवा बेरोजगार क्यों?ज़्यादा*2 दरिद्रता:दल*² क्यों? [इति?] http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMgqmZ8RYFw/T_vaQ__Q8UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XU0QJDK-mk8/s1600/Picture+324.jpgवर्ण:धर्म ~85%{reG,raT,naT}ion[al]s को ग़ुलाम:दल[*²]i+t+i:दरिद्र:[उ]दास बनाने के षड़यत्र ~ वामन मेश्राम What do [h]iN{Do,Sa}[n] {reG,raT,naT}ioNaLs need [from [s][h]ouTDo[inG] [pra]{Sh,Q}{As,Op,Osh}aQs]? https://www.facebook.com/BJP.Unveiled/videos/1402333959884807 भगवानों:god[s] को धूर्तों:गुण्डों ने {ब,म}न[व]-ाया [[hoR,teR]Ror{s,ists}cRiminal] व [vicTim] {लो,रो}गों से मन[व]-ाया: https://brambedkar1891.wordpress.com/tag/periyar-in-hindi/ ~ पेरियार ई.वी. रामास्वामी जो व्यवस्था [जन्‍म से] एक को श्रेष्‍ठ व दूसरे को नीच बनाए रखे, वह धर्म नहीं, गुलाम बनाए रखने का षड़यंत्र: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DC53QdCXoAA8MTE.jpg ~डॉ. भीम राव अम्बेडकर ................ धर्मों*reLiGions ने बर्बाद+तबाह किया [intra, inter]रा{ष्ट्री,ज्}{यता,यों}+{reG,raT,naT}ioN[aL]s को, बार+म+वॉर[n+iNG]: https://youtu.be/AKaga0OV_8Q [एकमात्र {जीवित, जीवी युक्त} eaRTh {में, को भी, पर, से}] https://youtu.be/SAKrwB6NbGE : wATCh with LoGical eViDence... Q&As: Which religion is truth based or a true religion?https://in.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20160814232734AAMA5zt HoLi[a] https://youtu.be/r66IRTMknUM?t=57s {भग,बल,भढ़?}{वान,वती} माँगे https://youtu.be/vCgrgUQfEDU बलि[दान]व? https://youtu.be/OkDSR4w2vt4 ban+eXTerMinate ri{TuaL,OT}s https://www.facebook.com/nastiknation/posts/1905166443133348 {T,Q,P}aharRush {j,G}am{i'a,[Bl]e} https://youtu.be/5BxViewqwSU cRime{s,iSm}[ter,hon,hor]Ror [H]{iN,oUT}{Do,Sa}[n][e] https://youtu.be/OH-cLVWBkqc [s]HeLLs राष्ट्र{iya}क्षेत्र व्य{था,ङ्ग} https://www.facebook.com/NewsNumberFlash/videos/955055811264843 अच्छे दिन iNDo females: https://youtu.be/bTS0rR5975A बलात्कार{i}son{s[K]AR, ATon} http://www.januday.co.in/NewsDetail.aspx?Article=10314 https://www.facebook.com/newspaperjanuday GhaDi GhaDi LaFDA KAiKO: https://youtu.be/A-UClJPhX8o SamBhAji BhaGat @ULGuLaAn2015 ब्राह्मणवाद ही आतंकवाद जन{नी,क} है: https://youtu.be/CThgfGPmKqw वामन मेश्राम [FOrWArD, ShaRe] in [m]any {gRouP, timeLine}[s] as reCeiveD. क्या हम [छद्म, समपूर्ण]स्वतन्त्र [अगस्त १९४७ से हुए, हैं आजकल]? https://youtu.be/fhD2FTlKrHI Sanjay RajourA बाबा [न] बने: https://youtu.be/VMuz8UEgifw MoD{e,i}[L] [oPeR, proPa{G,jH,P,Bh,S,Th,Q}{a,u}n]D{e,oO} ब्राह्मण{i}भ्रष्टाचार: https://youtu.be/joNhCCQ6Ylc beH{adD, oODA} गुट{i}झुठ sonS{[Q]AR, Cri[P]T}[i, uRe, s] बलात्कारी+cRiminal+{te,Ho}rRor[ist] ब्राह्मण+aR{y,e}a{n,a} https://youtu.be/oNnlPxi7E1I देवताओं: https://youtu.be/mfHVGoxOE0g की {सूची, [Qu]karm{pra[ti]}QriyA[yen]: https://youtu.be/LcAtofWeP1A आखिर कब तक...? https://youtu.be/aSppUKos6Vg [कविता] oUSTiNG reLiGiOse {[in,dis]CrimiNation, [horR,hoN,terR]oriSm} https://www.facebook.com/groups/409129822578901/permalink/1035149723310238 {reG,raT,naT}ioNaL[s'] aNG{st}aGain [H]iN{Do,Sa}[n][e]+[Bo,sho]dh+euRo oUTDo+ [w]+ Ron{G,a,i}DhOn +[s,b,m,t]onTri unTheis{m,ts} https://youtu.be/_yMihYXcCUs धर्म:विनाश V/s विकास:विज्ञान: https://www.facebook.com/rpvishal/posts/1732774853402156 https://youtu.be/rv4_EEYG7rM Q&As: How was God Created:Born (itself or Himself)? https://www.quora.com/How-was-God-Created-itself-or-Himself [प्र]{श,च,क}{A,O}शकों} ने [कुछ:कुछ के] reLiGions*धर्मों को [toOLs की तरह] use करके [intra, inter]{रा,ला}{ष्ट्री,ज्}{यता,यों}+{re[Li]G,raT,naT}ioN[aL]s को [uP]{L,R}oOT[vAY]A, time & aGain {meDiA, GK} sTufFeD [with]in[side]... cowPiss{dRink}gauMutra: https://www.facebook.com/IndianAtheists/posts/10155088944283372 reCommended by many sonts [un, dis]like RamDev: https://youtu.be/7EXrvER4xPE https://www.facebook.com/839993326152960/videos/964265907059034 KaiSA Ye Dharam Hai: https://youtu.be/PZ4SEfiu2kI SheeTaL SAThe, sinGer धर्म सिर्फ़ कुछ+कुछ प्रकार के नशे+नक़्शे{छद्म}दुर्ग:+drugs, जो {reG,raT,naT}ioN[al]s को नशे:मद में {रख,लक्ष}[वा]कर [नुक़्सान], कुछ विशेष dyNa{M,St}{ic,o} % {reG,raT,naT}ioN[al]s को लाभ पहुँचाने की मशीनरी। जब तक हम नशे में रहेंगे, ये [नेता,प्रतिनिधि]{वर्ग{-ीय}वर्ण}धर्म [हठ] नैति{कता}धार्मि के नाम पर [{reG,raT,naT}ioN[al]s, हमें, क्षेत्र{प्र,-ियों}देश] [को, में] [लूट{ते}ठग, लूट{मार,खसोट,बाँटचूँट,पाट}[uP]RoOT कर गुज़रते] [चालू] रहेंगे।[cRime{iSm}[hoR,teR]or +aBhorRence, chAL{[AK,AR][i][oO]}bAz, ज़ुल्म{-ाना?,i}जुर्म, {g,j}{u,oO}t[h]{i,e,A}, jAL{ish,i}sAz, नुक्सान{गर्द{i}गर्त}moDe[L]{oPeR,proPA[G,jh]}anD{e,A,oO}] इण्डिया:भारत आज भी जापान:अमेरिका जैसे देशों से 150:250 साल क्यों पीछे: https://www.facebook.com/dilpawan.tirkey/videos/1533077253445596 wed{on}shAstr ने बर्बाद किया [प्र, अन्दर]{राज्यों, देशों, क्षेत्रों} को ................ भारत में लोकतंत्र के नाम पर नौटंकी: https://youtu.be/4LHpOeX3jvI WAman MeShRAm [a]bRah[a]m[in]ic{al}feuD + [erR,aR][y,e][n,a]{ist}[k][s]hatri[ya] + tRaDe{st}cAST[L]e ने कैसे बनाया राष्ट्र+क्षेत्र{प्र}देश[-ियों] https://youtu.be/GXBReBAH7TQ को ग़ुलाम{उ}दास? PoLi[Ti]c[e]aL [hi]Story: https://youtu.be/fnWQONkPsXc V. L. MaTanG, BMP: https://youtu.be/pdRRYCE4tNk : https://youtu.be/bbJGbKj1L0o महेश राठी समाजवाद: https://youtu.be/KWvFh30m_3Y ~SC आपको अपना उद्धार स्वयं करना होगा: https://youtu.be/2rEd44TfSwY मा. वामन मेश्राम. koi bha[G,D]wa-n-bhag[a,u]ts Aye to Apke sonhAr+murDe ho sakte hain [zulm, {sha,sho,choO}Shak, jurm](i) poshaq? https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=414847158909004 {जाति,वर्ण}{वादी,गर्द} [अ][न्,नु]याय[-ी] व्यवस्था को ख़त्म करना हमारा उद्देश्य: https://youtu.be/RWxvvaKussY aSMiTA: https://youtu.be/dF1YDdQbZpw tHeaTre: https://youtu.be/nqsoLLhHtOI gRoup: https://youtu.be/hRrVtyadGjk {soNGs} https://youtu.be/ovW7S8yALKc [please] Do not use word-phrase {some[one,thing]} upRising[s]. It is [very, too] ofFensive. It had been used world over by [dominant, feudal] [propeller, con-vict-or]s to define-declare protests as upRisings, and then crush those, "by hook or by crook" modi operandi. You can use word like Rising Lagging/Scheduled Classes/Castes/Tribes/Dalits/Shudra. ओबीसी जोड़ों अभियान: https://youtu.be/w_ql5afL7lg बामसेफ MuSLiM{s}friEnD: https://youtu.be/GjRQFyPMxcQ https://www.facebook.com/1488418371216468/videos/1557226331002338 AmbedKarism: https://youtu.be/Vu1Klyrk05s?t=3m13s Dr. Ram Puniyani, Social aCTivist & auThor सस्ता खाना नहीं, हमें हमारी मेहनत के व-ेतन चाहिए: https://youtu.be/E93AKH2j9Ds We Need Our Stuff, Not Cheap Food Dr. Ambedkar{& his, ism}phi[Lo-So]phy: https://youtu.be/mjld-Ks_Gqw [MP] Sharad Yadav 85-90% बाहु{सांख्यकी,ज[-ा]नि}[क़] [सन्घठन, चेतना, सुविज्ञ[आन], प्रज्ञा] ज़िन्दाबाद:सम्भावित:साबित !? ................ VoLuMinous {RaCe, [a]Chie{Ph,Ve}, BrahM{a,i,e}n, cAST[L]e, [k][s]haTr{i,a}[y,n]a, [uP]{R,L}oOT, {A,eR}r{{e,y}a[n,a], or}, tRaD{e,iTioNaL}, FeuD[aL]}iSm {pejoRative, proPaGandized} deServe{ing, less}reServe {प्रणाली{कु}प्रथा, [doMi, sLoGa, CarToO{t,त}क़रतू]N+eeR+inG, बवाल, [परि,प्र,प्राक्]कल्पना+पल्पना, con[sPiracy, seQuenc]es, ogyGian प्रज्ञा} pSeudoScience connected with the {static-dynamic human} groupings, do play sever[al,e] roles in the development, evolution & progression of the [human, native, {int[er,ra],multi}national, re{li}gional, naive, gullible, domicilean, earth-worldean]s oGygian{pre?}hiStoric [iMaGi, comBi, maChi]Nations Wed[a]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/e0/c9/41e0c9ecf9c372f44ee00ddb3ed33fd6.jpg [un,dis,non]L[awfu, oya]ll+y+ourshttps://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5BSbhBO19s/V2dpF-YfM6I/AAAAAAAATNo/GVTI9mrENVIa9H1vGeQJaqlh_RUYCp70wCLcB/s1600/shivling.jpg Dew[a] [re]Sources: [https://www.youtube.com, Google [iMage] Search, https://www.quora.com, iNTernet] She+v:{and}+LinG[um,a] {phall[us,i]}https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4d/d9/20/4dd920da0987c383497d3d3b10a9df55.jpg rePreSents? man's [pu{rush}l]Ling {phallas} inserted (sa[t,[i]d]) woman['s bhag-yoni-garbh {vulva-vagina-womb}] dePreDates? She व {aND} LinG शी+व+लिंग का/की सच/सच्चाई-सिंचाई: https://youtu.be/nUyvdGtDG1s OshorePreSents? she-wa anCient pu[ru][sh,lL]ing: https://youtu.be/I2d-x5tzVzE unt-Shunt?https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/30/0b/82/300b82d0f578fa8ba7c1546d52b6ad54.jpg Lead to consented copulation[s]? Or [enforced, acquiescent, unconsented] hap[py,pen]hazard[ous] [gang, group] sex[s]rape?https://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large-5/tantra-tantric-artwork-shiva-ling-parvati-hindu-mysterious-painting-traditional-art-a-k-mundhra.jpghttps://youtu.be/gjIAukewyhY{cRiMe[s], LinGs {sT[r]i[ll] : pu/ru[sh,ll]} fanSa, raPe, terRor[s,iSm]} kar guZa{r,are} gaYeMuslims' too hate She-wa-ling[a] hypo[thes,cris(i)]es: https://youtu.be/-IpkjEU9dcc [w]+ Ron{G,a,i}DhOn baNANA rePuBLic! CunGARoO CoUrTs! देवदासी मन्दिर प्रणाली[कु]प्रथा https://youtu.be/jIvlCkrPNqYhttps://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pseudoscience DewaDasi ManDir[ty]system: https://youtu.be/dnKtvFFZ67k pro[ject,pel,paga[te,ndize]]s sLaVery-pRosTitution [bLoG] https://brahminterrorism.wordpress.com/ [Brahmanic, Are-a-n] [crime, terror-horror, b/p-lunder]ism बावल+ज़ुल्म+आतंक[वाद]ख़ौफ़+जुर्म {hu,se,wo?}men{dir}ty {wish,deSir}e{s, d} {horR, hon, terR}or{ism, ists} {iMaGi, QomBi, MaChi}nat{ion,ed,ive}s शि+व+[विष,poison,ज़हर]पान+dRinKing: http://www.animated-gifs.eu/category_religion/phone-240x320-religion-asian/0060.gif shivered? unConSCious? https://www.boldsky.com/img/2017/02/23-1487854408-ma.jpg dead? hySter{ical}hiStor hesTems she asked: https://youtu.be/9lk9xRIUAMQ?t=55s why people pour {cow, buffalo, et al} milk on शि+व Ling? s[h]ah[&,i]mAt{a}mAd? LeaNinG शी+व+GoL+MoON: http://webneel.com/daily/sites/default/files/images/daily/09-2013/4-beautiful-mf-husain-painting-dancing-woman.jpg {रा,ला}{ज,ज़}नीति PoLi{Ti}c{e,s,ies} https://youtu.be/yACq_kXX4YI?t=15m22s T. MehNA s[ar-as-w]ati: https://www.hindujagruti.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/saraswati.gif रेप्ड[st[r]illing]युवती-पीड़िता ने दोष[-ी]ज़ुल्म: https://youtu.be/Rta-R269uiM युवक का गुप्तांग[पुल्ल,पु{ru}श]-िंग काट दिया #9 Weirdest [Wo]men Weddings [With]in[side] The World: https://youtu.be/IdAtaKLqUiw = दुनिया की ९ अनोख़े+अजीब+O+ग़रीब[अ,ग़]जब सादी[यां]शादि-विवाह+ब्याह sePaRated:https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/a7/8a/4c/a78a4ceb05fb31ee58ce5671e20d6bbd.jpg men+dir+ty cult[ure]: https://youtu.be/665dr7RB6jM रेप के con[Vict]or-दोषी के साथ com[vict]im+पीड़िता+महिलाओं ने lathi charge: https://youtu.be/HcF14SCYSEk करा[या] .... [super,under,a-bad-nti]natur[e,al] [अ,ग]जब strange[a]Mazing fa[bricat,sci[st]nat]ed|poem Ramayan[a]Sing: RamayanPlur-al: Ramayana [blur-ring] Vanara: [VAna+{RA]+vanA}: Ravana: aVarna [anaGrams] = jungle[es,[after]life] OR forest dwelling Homo+Sapiens|Erectus|Neanderthal? OR GoriLLA|Chimpanzee|Ape kin[ne]d/wil[le]d mammals? Apes? VanA = forest{s}jungle https://qph.ec.quoracdn.net/main-qimg-299c2e93cc551b8fa951a1a54992a8ad Living? Flying? yes-Wings? Dasa-ratha Rama-yana[ http://www.thefreedictionary.com/priestcraft ˈpriːstˌkrɑːft n1. (Ecclesiastical Terms) the art and skills involved in the work of a priest2. (Government, Politics & Diplomacy) derogatory the influence of priests upon politics or the use by them of secular power ] OR Afterlife [life-after-death] [fly, cutT, carRy]ing mountain overnight, over Himalayas|India Or Afterlife [fly {with}, grasp, lift, lay]ing stones?[ http://www.thefreedictionary.com/warcraft ˈwɔːˌkrɑːft n1. skill in warfare2. the skill of directing a war ]https://qph.ec.quoracdn.net/main-qimg-a1d9bbc515c988761fa1cd7e60db6c56 Fled...? Flowed? Died? g:ram:mar:ye.g. https://www.facebook.com/MoolnivasiMedia/videos/273238059747378 H[un]uman[a]: [un]Humanshttp://malayalam.oneindia.com/img/2016/02/16-1455616553-16-1455609783-cartoon.jpg [g,b,h,m,p,t,s][o]und[a/e] d:rama-mara|amar?http://media2.intoday.in/indiatoday/images/stories//2015September/mos4_091715100559.jpg [battle-priest-war]Craft sTrateGics[eCo]LoGistics: (A,(alp)vi[sh]) [RA]{m[a](yAn), vAna[r]}[a]Sit [yo,jo][va,ba]ni? http://images.catchnews.com/uploads/images/2015/09/17/hanuman-and-sita.jpg Mar-gina-liz-ed? http://indiafacts.org/behind-mask-three-hundred-ramayanas Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Is-it-true-that-there-are-around-300-versions-of-Ramayana RamaYana: D-AnGe-R-ous-ly {reGresSive, reVers[es,al], {iM,dis}ProVable, woRS{ening,ns}} {tool, reHearSal, [sub]sysTem, (in)[fact, deed], [proof, truth]}s Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Was-not-Ramayan-the-story-of-the-descent-of-Man-from-Ape-Monkey-kind-Mammals-Species-Mythologically-dimensioned [re]Ci{S,T,D}e{iNG}[co{n,m}]tRoLL {g,j}uT[H][e] doneGurs+{p,m}aRT{y,iaL}aniMaLs+[{s,p,m,t}{o,u,i}ns]C{ee,[uLP]ri}t{T[er]s,iYAn} thro' raCe{[i]st}cAST[L]e p{OET,ROSA}ic moDe[L] {oPeR, proPa{G,j[H]}}{a,u,oO}nD{e,A,oO} mar+yADa: die+meMories pu{{R,L}u,Sh[u]}:+uTT{um,un,err} [A,mar,shah,{ha}RAm]zAD[a,i] BanDar SeNA: https://youtu.be/sgFN_y66CU4 TerRoRists .... subSeCTion[s] raCe{ist}cAST[L]e dharm{On}baliDAn[aw] kA {same} – Ja[a]GO!? https://youtu.be/Wb7U5q-t1Mw RANA goOn{da}rAj: https://youtu.be/mmoA2aqdeUM?t=3m28s गुण्ड{-ा}राज Racist pseudoScience: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aryanism crank-Scientific racism Race{ism}Cast[L]e aMong[st] iNDian mamMaLian {aLien-aRyan-aRe-a-n, Buffalo-Brahm[i,a]n, Cow-Gau, Dalits-Dasa} nationals: https://youtu.be/E_u-1_-zuwU [[प्र]जाति, वर्ण, नस्ल-नक्सल-नक्षर-नक्षा-नशा-नुक्स[-ान], अखंड-पाखंड-ढोंगी]वाद। {weSTern, Christian} pSeudo-Science: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arianism [hu,wo]men:https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b4/ca/16/b4ca1607e6f4a1e9f887f66fa7188265.jpg in re[Li/Di]{e}Gi+on .... http://www.thefreedictionary.com/propagandapropaganda prŏp′ə-găn′dən.1. The systematic propagation of a doctrine or cause or of information reflecting the views and interests of those advocating such a doctrine or cause.2. Material disseminated by the advocates or opponents of a doctrine or cause: wartime propaganda.[from Latin prōpāgandā, ablative feminine gerundive of prōpāgāre, to propagate; see propagate.] OriginConGreGaTio de ProPaGanDA FiDe =ConGreGaTion for ProPaGaTion of the FaiThPropaganda ~= Propagation ~= [DiS]SemiNationpro+Pa+GanD+ize ~= pro+Pa+Gate {p}re[pRoDuCe, diReCT, bel, cReaTe, arRanGe, tenSe]s d{anGe}r+ous miX{TuRe}fu conTaiNinG {p}ARTi{fici}al [lie{s}truth, +{viTy}-] https://youtu.be/QTXDgCzwQOs?t=45s d'eVoLution of iNDo+EuRo enGLiSh+uRDu+hinDi [deRiv,reL]atives: paGaN{enGLiSh} पागल{hinDu}pAGaL enGLiSh: aGendaकार्याबली, शानदारg{r,l}andग्रंथि, लिंगeN+GenDerजाति, gaudy, genital[ia,s], god, en+D+AnGe+r, hanD+Le, गङ्गाgang{e,ster}sगिरोह{-ी}गुट, garLanDफूल:हार/माला, paGe-ant, aGape, gateद्वार, (de)fun{d[ament-al-ism]s, ct[ion{ary,s}]}, leGend+ary, {pUn,uR,eXi}GenT{Le-men}, {p,m}anDo{r,l}a, eXPunGe, geNe{Sis,RaTe}, enG{iNe,LiSh}, aNG{eL,Le} paGa{l,n}pun{k,t}[h]{a,i} {a}{c,t}[h]ie[ph,ve]is[m,ts]पद: [f,m,p,bro][a,o,u][r]the[r,l][i] oVer UniTeD-ProWinCes: https://youtu.be/IIQ7wJMRRJ4?t=5m18s U.P. hiNDi: गेंदाgendaगैंडा, gunda[i]गुण्ड{ई,-ा}, GondWanaगोंडवाना, gaud(y)तड़क[-ीला]भड़क[ली वस्तु], gaindगेंदball, dung{ar}डन्ग-र, gand[a][गंद:, गले में पहनने का गण्डा]gandakगंडक-नदी GAndगांडArse, gAndhiगाँधी, गधा{s[a]u}Ga[n]dha[ri]गांधारी[सु,सौ]गंध, ग्रन्थgranth[i]ग्रंथि, [pra,sad]gati[प्र,सद]गति, gangaगङ्ग-ा{पानीwatersजल}dirtyगन्द-ा;काण्ड:kAndAकंडा, khand[har]खण्ड(हर), हाण्ड:[b]hAndaभाण्डा, पाखण्ड-ीpAkhand-i,jhandAझण्ड-ा, jhundझुण्ड, bhand[a]phodभाण्ड-ाफोड़, dandAदण्ड-ा, mangat-मंगत, pungatपंगत, aPanga[अ]पङ्ग{:,-ा,-ु}, bh{a,u}gat[an,i]{भ,भु}गत{-ान,-ि} Y2K https://youtu.be/ZVH_azWAzZI {proPaganda, faKeism, fenku, lehar, ruMouRism, myth[yatva]} https://youtu.be/B4sXOUtlw8w कैसे फ़ैलाया व लोक़-लोगों को उस[से,में] उलझाया गया है – Ravish Kumar .. [HinDi, enGlish, etc] {lanGuages, linGu[a/e? iStics], tonGues} were mishMashed[ab,mis]used for compl[e,imen,emen]ting {hurtFul, uNjusTiFiaBLe, d{anGe}R+ous, unLawFul, siniSter, [r,l]oYaL, iNjuRing} [comBi,iMaGi,maChi]Nations of {lie{s}truth, sCheme{s}sHame, doMi[NeeRinG,Nation,Nion]s, नक़्शे+नुक्सान+नशे, moDe[L]s, sTrateGi[e,c]s, [प्र,सं][चार,सार,गति], [oPeR,proPaG][a,u][nD,L][e,aA,oO]+aGenDa, pRo[F,Gr]esSions, etc} .. https://youtu.be/47y8gs33P80 Kanhaiya Kumar on [9/11, Christianity, Brahm[a,i]nism, iSlam] https://youtu.be/PlovMRZ9UR0 Why reServe women{OBC, SC, ST}s? https://youtu.be/eGTRdy7j3cg {Nazi, aRya[n], [sWa, nA]sT-i-k, d-anGe-r-ous, holoCaust, aDolF HiTLer] https://youtu.be/NR6_alxS3SM Ravish Kumar re[Li]Gion: reLiGion on|over reGion sons+Crit[i]: support[ers,systems] + sons [en]crypted [Ramayan[a], Mahabharat[a], Wed:Dewa, etc/et-al] (creat|chang|transform[ed] cRYPTic+aMBiGuous sCripts + war:priest[crafts]|[after]life|mythical-critters in India-n-world) through sonsCrit(i) & [divid|en-slav|[re]creat|rul]ed crit-ters|ani/mam-mals|[after]life by divisive & devising plans, agenda, conspiracies, corruption & propaganda. https://www.google.co.in/search?q=sonscrit son+[s(k)ar, gh[i,athan], dig-dh, das, ta[n,p], jai, ki, jeev, nata, son-i, char] phi[Lo,Do]so{Phi-cal, Phe-r-s}: phySi{Que, C[s,al]}, phi[L]{ander[er], ip[s, ine-s], iStine, anThrop[y,ist]}, PaleStin[e,ian-s]reLiGio{us, se, sity}https://waadeekrax.files.wordpress.com/2013/05/sampati-falls-3-1.jpg sum{(m)er, bhog, pat[n]i}https://waadeekrax.files.wordpress.com/2013/05/the-walk-to-the-sun-2-1.jpg sin{g, gle, gh[ania], ha, k, d([h][u][n], bAd)}: syn{chronous, ergy, thes[i,e]s}sim{ple, ilar[ity]; at}shun{i, kar, g, ya, kh; t}monk[ey] ra{vana}ra aVarna{wa}sudh[:,a,ir]budh : shuddh[:,i,a]buddh : boDo[:,a]soDo : body:sodyshum{bhu, i, she[e]r}cust[umer, om]s, cast[e,le], foreCastcomMon {[hu,wo]men, sense} Qom[hu,se,wo]MensPell, goSpel, sMell, sMall(pre)tens[e,ion], [con]Tent[ion], comMence, mention, [con]Quest[ion] pensionsenS[e-s, uous, ual, ation], son-s, [kam]sin-s, sa[i]nt[ist,est], sen{tence,sex}, sCene, sonSoni, sKin, sCent, sCien{ce,ti[fic,st]}, {acquie, adole}sCen[ce,t], [pro,ef]fiCien[cy,t]http://www.thefreedictionary.com/words-that-end-in-scence con{Science, [hu,wo]Men, Sensus, Sumer, Tract}comMun{e, ism, ity, icat[e,ion]}cen{sor, sus, sure}... pseudo-aryana-asio-indo-euro{d-an(gel[o]sax)ge-r}m-an-y .... http://www.storypick.com/greek-and-indian-myths She व {aND} pAndav-punde[aRya,aRe-a]n-[k]shatriya[tha]kuruv dic{h}ed different [culture,ethnic,comMunity]'s drau-padi{daughter}dru-pad ather{p/f}ancha[l,m]ihttps://i.ytimg.com/vi/pXKlmyRq1ic/maxresdefault.jpghttps://www.hindujagruti.org/evoimg/news1/out/images/1305195794_BIGHUSAIN1603.jpghttp://media.webdunia.com/_media/hi/img/article/2016-12/23/full/1482483358-3188.jpg Modern Moma's Boys: https://youtu.be/2AXCaVtXOHM 5+1D-in-lawhttp://ste.india.com/sites/default/files/2016/04/15/479423-up-poster.jpg potty? sex? pornoGraphy? torTure? of|for whom?http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKM8LxfBy9Q/VQ0SolnXEGI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/8kPR3Qoyi2A/s1600/draupadi-cheerharan.jpg [d,s+L]augh+ter?http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dw4mCv7nBcE/UH_kE4ZJtzI/AAAAAAAAA3w/FIaM7BdWI08/s1600/draupadi.jpghttps://thegreatindianperformance.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/women_violence-final.jpg कभी-अभी भूल कर/कैसे भी [pejorative, निन्दापूर्ण, खंड[पा]खण्ड[-ित], तुच्छ-क्षुद्र, ग़ुलाम{उ}दास]बनानेवाला पौराणिकी+अयथार्थ+अनर्थ राम:[यण,मह:]भारत-राज्य:रण: नहीं/मत ले आना/चलना: https://youtu.be/I2XMtjUT0dw Osho | auDio: राम:र[-ाव]ण:[अ]राज[-ा,क[टा,ता,था]]Rajya-Rama[Yana]anArChy[Maha]Bharat ~= [pejorative, propaganda] wor[l]ds [ins,assa]ult on 85%-90% [dark-black, gullible-naive, dalit, shudra, poor-phoohad, religious-regional-ethnic-cultural minoritie, ad[h]iwasi]'s {[hu,se,wo]men} https://youtu.be/TcwYiy67FLA {Weaken,eNervat,oBScur,conCeal inStead of eMPower,aWaken,free}ing{hu, se, wo?}men{dir}ty {wish, deSir}e{s, d} {hor, hon, ter}ror{ism, ists} {iMaGi, QomBi, MaChi}nat{ion,ed,ive}s She व {aND} tAndav https://www.google.co.in/search?q=तांडव+meaning संज्ञा [OrGy, saTurnaLia, necKing-party] {ताण्डव, नंगा नाच} https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/86/f3/15/86f315d9aa8852d65bfe82b196254018.jpghttps://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/6d/7e/b2/6d7eb24708142bf59b792b2ef8ba139e.jpghttps://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/33/f0/73/33f07353108b4ded45b00fb0c9aa206f.jpg OR[सं-पु.] 1. शिव का उग्र नृत्य 2. पुरुषों की एक नृत्य-शैली 4. उग्र क्रियाकलापhttps://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/52/90/55/529055f6866e91d1ef7937ced819ee7c.jpghttps://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/2d/6b/ee/2d6bee3037d41f8d91fae65b4c7fabc2.jpghttps://youtu.be/SViibGHAMgY Premieră! शि+व+MUsic+orGY https://youtu.be/nRSYeFkw54M Law sTuDent in Kerala Chops off Genitals of a god{demi, man} https://youtu.be/FR0TeFMAAuA Her [alleged] rapistShe{+v:}chopped[pu{ru/sh}l]L-ing[a]: https://i.ytimg.com/vi/H6PtzqzL47U/maxresdefault.jpg http://www.hindi2dictionary.com/अस्मत-meaning-hindi.html [सं-स्त्री.]अस्मत 1. निष्पाप और निष्कलुष बने रहने की स्थिति और प्रवृत्ति 2. स्त्री की इज़्ज़त 3. पतिव्रत; सतीत्वइस्मत स्त्री की इज़्ज़त-आबरू; सतीत्व; पातिव्रत्यकिस्मत भाग्य; तकदीर; नसीब; प्रारब्��ख़िदमत 1. टहल; सेवा; चाकरी; सुश्रुषा 2. कार्य 3. पद 4. ख़ातिरदारीअस्मिता 1. अपने होने का भाव; अहंभाव 2. हस्ती; हैसियत; अपनी सत्ता की पहचान 3. अहंता; अहंकार; अस्तित्व; विद्यमानता; मौजूदगी 4. (योगशास्त्र) पाँच प्रकार के क्लेशों में से एक{म,ह,ख}ननiSm ruminate; aBUse+sLauGhTer; Miningeham Brahmāsmiti अहं ब्रह्मास्मिति is radical-racist-ego[t]istic-sons-crit slogan i am the [in+fiNite ReaLiTy, brahMan, God] OraHum [urgent-necessary [pro,con][puls,ject,duct,gress,claim,blam]ions?] brahm [us-me] [i]ti[finished] [unity]reason for ~2%Brahmin+3%[k]shatriya male-chauvinism-ehamiyat [rul,dominat,[a]head,lea[D]eal,ru[n,i]n,regulat]ing on|over ~95-50% [a]hum[urgently]needy nationals. [हस्तक्षेप, दख़लअंदाज़i]: किसी होते या चलते हुए काम में कुछ फेर बदल करने के लिए हाथ डालने या कुछ कहने की क्रिया inter[ference,vention]obtrusion, ocCult, ocCupation, enCroachment, trespass[व्यवधान, ख़लल, अड़ंगा, विघ्न, बाधा]: किसी कार्य को करते समय बीच में होने वाली कोई आकस्मिक घटना; inter[ference,vention,ruption]hindranceनज़रअंदाज़i iGNor[e, ance] hypo[thes, cris(i)]esV/s[pragmatism; practicality; realism] "an approach that assesses the truth of meaning of theories or beliefs in terms of the success of their practical application" [व्यवहार, उपयोगिता]वाद A brief (hi)Story of re[Li,Di]{e}Gi+on:https://alejandrokaiser.files.wordpress.com/2016/07/img_30028606224590.jpeg ................ {pSeudo, aNTi, uN}sCientific re[Li]Gion[s] V/s [f]aCT{ual,ive} ReaL{ity,ism} : {bRah, hin+do}Min{ant, ion, eeRing} [con-vi, a]ct[or]s Versus {dePressed, crushed, reGressed, suffering} [com]vict[ims] [ dominant, {con-vi, a}ct[or]s, [sh[O,A],choo]shaks, जोश-ए-[जुनूँ,जनेऊ,मौल]{-ी}दोष, ofFender, feudal, segregated, organised, ma+jo+ri+ti+es? ] ~12-20% [जाट लुटेरो {बल,पहल}वान: https://www.facebook.com/1406663276068678/videos/1424791980922474 , sons+crit+ons: https://www.google.co.in/#q=sons-crit-ons | pseudo+Arya+ns: https://www.google.co.in/#q=pseudo-Aryan | BrAhMins, [K]ShaTriya, {paTEL, gujJar, marAThA, redDy}s, et al | Hindu+tvam: https://www.google.co.in/#q=hindu-tvam | Arya(ns)&Arya[n]ism: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aryanism raci{al}radic {pseudo,proto,crank}S{cie,o,a[i]}nt+ists ] [complicate, irResponsible, aNTi-aGainst, trap, criminalize, de-predate, victimize, dispute-feud, hostility, enmity] [शोषक-चूषक, मनौती, पनौती] due to [webs, matrices] of[motive, doubt, suspicion, deSire-asPiration]s [मंशा, [आ]शंका, संशय, आकांक्षा-आस:-काश:]एं OR[problem-solver, sophisticator, compl[i,e]mentary, rePresentative, leader]s [कोशिश:, कोशिक्षा, ख़ज़ांची[कोष]पोषक] [ dePressed, crushed, sufferers, comVictims, दबे+वञ्चित+कुचले{शोष,जोश,दोष}-ित, separated, disorganised, mi-no-ri-ti-es? ] ~80-90% [ Shudra-OBCs: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shudra, poor, women|weak, darks|blacks, Dalits-SCs: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dalit, Ad[h]iwasi-STs: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adivasi, tRans+Gender{s}seX, [physic, ment]aLLy cHa[lle]nGed, Dasa https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dasa |slaves https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavery_in_India, B,G,L, religious|eth{n}iQ(u)al+Tural minorities [Muslim, Hindu, Sikh, Christian, Buddh[ist,a], Jain, Jew, Zoroastrian, et al]s, castrated:eunuchs, et al ] [iNTellectual, uNTheist, [a]GNostic]s uN+nAsTy+Q ~= uNKNowLeDGeaBLe [my]th{[e]oLoG,yatv}ists sWa+s+t[h]+i+Q ? [वै,वि]ज्ञानि[क]प्रबुद्धं {पौरुष, स्त्रीत्व, आत्मियत} [धा,आ]र्मि[क]प्रभुत्वं #eXPoSé (im)[P]arty{c,fici}al in{ter,tra}dePenDance|state|rePuBLic #उघारब [d-ange-r-ous, [he-in, die-n]do-us, communal, so-ci[et,de]al, biGot[ry], re[li]gio-se/us] [tension, po[l-i]se/ce/cy, po[li]t[r][ic,e,y]s, unKnowledgeabilities Too] [na,ra,fic,fixa]tion-al-i-zation-al [na,la]yak-[Lo,Qa]yukt[a,iyan] iNDo mor{e, aL} poLi[Ti]C{aL, eaL, ieS'}+ri{Gh/Ot, TuaL[isTic]}+tRaDe{st}cAST[L]e reLiGiOn[s] .... Hindu Converts: https://youtu.be/NjCScyPdJ24 The Tyranny of [Script,Text][s,ure]: https://youtu.be/6BaGHKe5oi0 Is Religion Man-Made? How Did Religion Start? The Evolution of Belief: https://youtu.be/ql2yz7XDs2A Daniel Dennett, 2006 All Religions are Lies + Masters of Deception: https://youtu.be/PflixBTzi8o .... ri-gh/o-t hinDuism+paRT[y]{Bj+RsS+iNC+RAj} https://youtu.be/oxkMmI21mWg?t=23m2s 56" cHeSt Q&As: https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Jains-believe-that-Lord-Krishna-is-in-hell/answer/Maneesh-Kumar-57 मैं धर्म:ग्रँथों की धज्जियाँ उड़ाता हूँ! क्यों? https://youtu.be/ioKScrmQvAo OSho सिर्फ़ मुर्ख़ ही पाए जाते हैं [manDir-ties, mosQue-toes] में: https://youtu.be/lM79vDMzFMo inSulting Re[Li/Di](e)gio[n,se,sity]: https://youtu.be/1uTypnaP5X4 It could/can not be sa[i]d more than that "Lord Ram was born at the precise spot where Babri Masjid was located has no truth|fact|evidence" Dr Ram Puniyani: https://youtu.be/HkVAkAyfMXw?t=7m53s Ram{a}Raj? https://youtu.be/56wbqiYjRyM?t=1m9s रङ्क{फ़}टीचर? The Ayodhya – The Case Against the Temple: https://youtu.be/gJrrJqKm4-o [must watch] 1991 BAbri MosQue [to] demo[li][sh,te,tion] for — RAm [manDir-tymple] ke NAm: https://youtu.be/OO-VaJBHiik Shameful [right-center-left]wings [bha[T,D]Kau, pejoRative, wiL[Le]D gumRAh[i], [ins, assa]ulting, vile, vilifying, de-preDating] legacy of [maha]bhara-t ! [S-laughterer, killer, rapist, looter, [a]chieph[er], murderer]s – Overlords of Caste-Races [caste,rac][ism,ists] ~1000 years of aParTheid. is|are Buddh[a] [not] [m]any Avatar[a] of Vishnu? https://youtu.be/YiQmj278Yqw दिमाग से धार्मिक[ई] कचरा निकालो! https://youtu.be/l6HbVZJdVvE Osho Best arguments against religion|faith: https://youtu.be/w35krx_WQZs Richard Dawkins eRaze+delete [enSlaving, pejorative, feudal, pseudoScientific] brahminic[Aryan–aRe-a-n][K]ShaTriya Social-Cult[ural] [re]Conditioning pseudo-aryana-asio-indo-euro{d-an(gel[o]sax)ge-r}m-an-y All Religions Are False! https://youtu.be/Tt4eb6IHTug Why ReLiGion Should Be rePLaCeD: https://youtu.be/pUxhU3eeSKw?t=1m44s Sam Harris on The End of Faith {2005} Danger to Society .... What Have i Got aGainst Religion? https://youtu.be/oSZYN8UV6yg God[s,dess+es] Bless {a[nti], un}Theism! https://youtu.be/y4mWiqkGy-Y Theology as branch of phi-lo-so-phy, re[li]gion OR [re]creative/ecritirve art?.Heaven is right there waiting for you, and all you've got to do is die. That's some price to pay, isn't it for admission to a place which is full of [after]life clergymen and born again [christian, brahmin, {a,er}R{y,i,e}a{n,a}, [k][s]hatriya, tradest, et al]s' afterlife, which i reckon makes it literally a fate worse than death [with]in[side] the earth world. But surely people need re[li]gion to answer certain questions [un]like "how better:worse can we stifle the human[holi]spirit? How much can we squeeze from the poor and gullible? How many palaces can we live without blushing? But there are very many questions it doesn't have answers, so it try to ad{a,o}pt from modern+science or it cover the phenomena-process-program-etc and {it's [wo]men} makes them up. {a-nti,un}Theism says you just made them up, religion:theism says this what we call theology. What's the difference b/w doctor of [medicine, theology]? One preScribes drugs, other might as well be on drugs. A theologian is somebody who's an expert in the unKnowable-unKnowledgeability. .... What Should rePLaCe re[Li,Di](e)Gi[Ons, o{us,se}Ness]: https://youtu.be/m5tGpMcFF7U Daniel C. Dennett [re]Search: https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=replace+religion https://www.google.co.in/search?q=replace+religion re[Li,Di](e)Gi+On V/s: https://youtu.be/A-D8Mf9DdQI ReaL[ity, iSm] What Comes After re[Li,Di]Gi+On: https://youtu.be/CL--1Z_g4DE [wo]men:https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b4/ca/16/b4ca1607e6f4a1e9f887f66fa7188265.jpg re[Li,Di](e)Gi+On [w+] Ron{G,D,i,j,A,n}DhOn Rama[Yana]DasaRatha[maha]Bhara+t+i+yan Race{st}Cast[L]e system:http://image.indiaopines.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/caste-system-india.jpg [a,un]Theism WiLL OverTaKe ReLiGion by 2041: https://youtu.be/R-ON0Wt25TA sTuDy eQuaL[iTy, iSm]+juSTiCe & oPPorTuniTies 4 aL[Most a]L, apPeaSeMent+faVOr[Ti]iSm 2/& eXPLoiTaTion+eNSLaVeMent of[f]/on nOne? God's God: https://youtu.be/ODetOE6cbbc {[D]aNG{St, e[R]}+ridDen, fake, raCe{st}cAST[L]e, faSCi[st]Nated, pRoPaGanDised, fARCE, aR[y,e]an{ist}[k][S]h[a,e]Tiya, tRaD[est, iTioNaL], reLiGio{us, se}+reGional, [a]bRah[a]M[a,i,e][n]iC{al}feuDaL} {[re]Creation, [f/t]act[ion,ivitie], [p,m]art[iaL, ie]s, [pRiest, wiTCh, [b]Hand[i], wAr]cRAFT[inG]}s [af,in,de,ef]FeCT us, {in[Fact, deeD], sin{Ce}nTuRies, time & aGain} ................ SuPreme Court of iNDia's reTired Hon'ble JuStice MArkanDey KATju's DaRing iNTerView: https://www.facebook.com/SasuSwamy/videos/1175934229179365 [PLs] {Do, MuST}{n't misS, waTCh} pSeuDo{reG,raT,naT}ion[al][ist]s: https://youtu.be/2h0q_bkwra8 A. RANA ~10% का शासन: https://youtu.be/XyFTVJMRpPU ~90%+ पर चलेगा नहीं iNKi SoORaT kO PehChAnO BhAi: https://youtu.be/s0QETSCliRk SamBhAji BhaGat जिस रूट पर बुलेट ट्रेन चलाएगी मोदी+pART[iaL,y]Bj सरOकार: http://www.nationaldastak.com/country-news/route-on-bullet-train-it-has-40-percent-seats-empty उस रूट की 40% सीटें खाली raC[i,e]{st}cAST[L]e {रूढ़ कूढ़, बूढ़} वाढ{a,i,e}दाव गुट:जुठ {वा,दौ,धा}{र्ण,र्म,र्ग}iQ मग़ज़+MinDSets+क्षेत्र{प्र}देश: http://naisadak.org/सारे-कूढ़मगज-संघी-नहीं-हो sLaVe girl – CRAZY SHiT tHe QURAN says #1: https://youtu.be/TIur6akd0YQ {TruTh, ReaL[ism,ity], FaCT, eViDence}s [are, should+must be] [b{e,a,u,i}tTer, iMPRoV[iS]eD] माखन लाल jourNalism विश्वविद्यालय में खुलेगी गौशाला: https://youtu.be/Rm8NzYHPyBQ लोकतंत्र का मज़ाक़ Can iNDia become a superpower? https://youtu.be/zXZ4pRhY-kU eQuaLizing Dr BR AmbedKar &|Vs reLiGiose Barrister MK Gandhi: https://youtu.be/XoQ_D5G6sXg Osho How to identify Fake News in India?? https://youtu.be/Ezcng6hyWp4 Dhruv Rathee AiB: {proPa}GAn{C,D}{hi,A,e}[un] [iN]ConGress:UPA Vs aScetic[s]{P,M}aRT[y]Bj:NDA : https://youtu.be/qStXxdRJtms good:bad cops:poLi[Ti]c[s,ing] छि: छिः [P]aRT(y{ rAj}, i[FiCi]aL)Bj+iNC, ND{A,MoDi} UP{A,ADityaNAth}, RsS, VHP, HMS, [B]Dal+Bal, [H, Br, Ks, S.R]Sena, etc, [M]aRT[s,rAj,iaL]s भारत के पौड़ानिक:नौयुगी दासतानें{अ}फँसानें: https://www.facebook.com/MoolnivasiMedia/videos/249559375448580 sLavery[en]Trapments श्रमिक कोष: http://thewirehindi.com/23977/laptops-washing-machines-purchased-from-the-fund-of-rs-29000-crore-for-the-construction-workers-the-supreme-court-is-shocked/ {फ़िज़ूल, यूँ ही, al, err} ख़र्च BjP{व,ians}iNC आय स्रोत: http://thewirehindi.com/17951/bjp-congress-anonymous-sources-of-money/ अज्ञात !! #+#+#+#

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