#okay anyways no one from my group is responding to me with what the hw was so i'm just gonna

[jtrbluv]

need(y) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst/fluff

word count: 3.6k

warnings: swearing

request: Hello!! Could I get a jungkook angst/fluff imagine where you guys are becoming distant and you leave for some space and he doesn’t know and thinks that you left him?? Sorry if it’s confusing, thank youuuu :)

a/n: sheesh! this was not supposed to be this long HAHA. sorry this took so long to write school just started and it’s fr kicking my ass. i’ve already gotten so much hw for the first week grrrr. i rushes the ending a bit so i’m not quite satisfied and i didn’t edit it either so um sorry about it LOL. anyways thanks for requesting this anon!! in honor of his bday too ig haha, hope u enjoy it :)

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Missed Calls:

y/n <3 (11)

6:45- lmk when ur coming home i can’t wait to see you <33

8:30- u must be busy at the studio it’s okay i’ll wait

9:47- hey it’s okay if ur coming late but could u just give me a heads up

11:02- jungkook?

12:17- happy belated anniversary to you too ig

1:56- i needa stop getting my hopes up huh

Being in a relationship with a worldwide famous idol is never easy. Learning to understand and appreciate the value of the relationship regardless of its limited-time came easy to you. That’s one of the reasons why he became interested in you in the first place. You never came off as overbearing and clingy and you always understood why things had to be different. And that added to the list of things he already absolutely adored about you.

It had been a year since Jungkook had confessed to you backstage that night, asking you to be his lover and promising that he would cherish you like no one ever will. And you can confidently say he very much did at the beginning, commonly known as the honeymoon stage. Things only started to fizzle out and go downhill a few months ago. His group was scheduled for a new comeback. He was promoting and traveling around the world while you were on the sidelines and comfort of your home, cheering him and his group on. Daily texts and calls kept both of you grounded and steady, but as time passed by, those texts and calls ceased to exist. You had been constantly ignored and you didn’t think much of it at first, after all, he was a busy man with a busy schedule. The tour had finally been coming to an end and he’d have the opportunity to come home to you, just in time for your one year anniversary. He had flown in 2 weeks precedent to your anniversary, and fuck, you were so happy to be with him again.

He had made a promise to you that you two would get to spend a lot more time together as he was coming back. You two had finally been living together again after what seemed like years as his group had gotten a break after such a hectic year. He would go to his company need to work on future projects and such and it didn’t bother you at first. He would typically come back home late while you were sleeping and leave early in the morning before you would wake up. As it occurred more frequently, you started to become more concerned. He was finally home for once and he wasn’t even making time to see you. You didn’t want to seem annoying and clingy so you decided to push these thoughts to the back of your head and keep them to yourself.

-

You had agreed to have a celebration at home, figuring all the restaurants in the vicinity would be closed by the time he’d get home. You patiently waited in the living room, coffee table filled with his favorite foods and snacks you were able to pick up at the local convenience store. He had told you the night before he’d be coming home at 9, a little later than you liked, but you let it slide nonetheless. You essentially cherished all the time you had with him anyway, whether it be a minute, an hour, or a month.

You mindlessly sat in the living room, not paying attention to whatever was playing on the TV. Your ears were constantly alert and peeled, waiting for a familiar car to pull up to your driveway. Your eyes constantly shifted back to your front window, scanning the neighborhood to see if he was back yet or not.

Time ticked by like molasses, your patience and tolerance wavering as it went on. There were no signs of him and he wasn’t answering any of your calls and texts. You were in complete disbelief at the fact that he didn’t have the decency to spend time with you on your first anniversary. Everything you had been holding in was starting to seep out of you, anger and sadness fuming from your system as you ask yourself the same question: Why do you constantly put yourself in this situation? Being hopeful for something just to let it get torn down again. Is that what your relationship has turned into? An insurmountable lost hope?

For the first time, you realized all you’ve been doing his abiding by him, waiting for his cues, going off of his beck and call. You were being walked all over, and you didn’t realize until that moment. For the first time, you were fed up.

You groan in frustration as you snatch your phone from the coffee table. It was 2:34 AM. You furrow your brows as you see how late it is, and how many hours it’s been since he was supposed to come home. Your emotions took control of you as you hastily shut off the TV, charging into your room as you recklessly grab one of your backpacks and stuff random clothes into it.  You grab the nearest hoodie you could find and slipped it on as you grabbed your wallet, keys, and phone. You abruptly halt at the doorway, deciding to write a small note for him before you left. What were the chances he would see it anyway?

I need some time alone to think. Please do not contact me during this time. -Y/N

You stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind you. You quickly started your car and pulled out of your driveway and into the streets. You didn’t know where you were going, but you just didn’t want to stay in that house any longer. The streets were empty and the sky was dull and overcast. You let the streets guide you, taking whatever twist and turn you happened to encounter. Your hands were gripped tightly along the steering wheel as tears slipped out of your eyes. You quickly wipe them away as you recalibrate your focus on the road ahead of you. You decided it’d be best to stay at a hotel for now, until you could think of a better solution to all of this. You were able to find a hotel that had lower rates since you literally bought it on the spot.

You checked into the hotel and quickly escaped to your room. You throw your backpack to the floor as you lower yourself into the cold, unfamiliar sheets of the bed. You contemplate your options. As much as you didn’t want to admit, all your actions leading up to that moment had been caused by pent up rage and frustration in the heat of the moment. In spite of that, you didn’t regret what you had done. It felt as if time had frozen and it would only continue once Jungkook became aware of what you had done. So you were going to wait.

-

Jungkook stumbled into the home, hair disheveled and vision blurry from his near sleepless night. While working at the studio he had unknowingly fallen asleep while working on a track. All of his members had already gone back home so there was no one to wake him up or remind him of his girlfriend that was waiting patiently back home for him, ready to celebrate a long-awaited and special day.

All traces of the anniversary had slipped his mind as soon as he slid into a deep slumber back at the studio. He trudges around the house and his eyes land on the organized display of snacks on the coffee table. His eyes shift to the blanket and pillow that you two tended to share was all crumpled on the couch. The lightbulb immediately lit in his mind as he put the pieces together and his eyes widen in absolute horror. He had forgotten your anniversary.

“Oh my god, I’m so fucking stupid!” he exclaims, the tone of disbelief in his voice increasing as he realizes his mistake.

“Y/N!” he cries out to you as he runs around the house, searching in all the rooms to see if you were there. He almost forgets the phone that laid in his back pocket until he takes it out, hoping to call you in hopes that you would respond. His phone lights up only to show how indecently late he was, 5:43 a.m, and the amount of missed calls and texts from you, the disappointment and dejection he sensed from you increasing as he read each text you sent to him. His jaw dropping incredulously as he shuts his eyes and takes a deep exhale.

“Fuck, what have I done?” he huffs out, his voice small and full of somber. The fact that he had forgotten a day as important as this was already encompassing his mind but more so, he couldn’t find you and it deeply startled him, he didn’t know where you were and where you could be at this hour. He walks back into the living room where he assumes you had been waiting and his focus shifts to the kitchen where he notices a small notepad and pen along with a torn piece of paper that seemed to have something inscribed on it. He squints as he walks towards the kitchen. He took the paper in his hands as he immediately recognizes your handwriting and his breath hitches as he reads your name. His feet stay rooted to the wooden tile of the kitchen as he freezes there with the paper in his hands. Dumbfounded was an understatement to whatever Jungkook had felt at that moment in time. A tear had involuntarily slid down his cheek. Was this it? Was this the end? Were you going to leave him and never come back? These were only a few out of the heap of questions that were running through his head. All he knew was that he needed to find you. And he needed to fix the mess he had just made.

Similar to you he had bolted out of the house and drove off, unaware of where you actually were but he figured if he had searched for long enough, he would be able to find you.

You had slept deep into the day, finally getting up only because you started to notice the consistent vibrations that came from your bedside table. Naturally, you figured it was Jungkook, you didn’t tell anyone else of your whereabouts since it was so sporadic and you certainly didn’t feel like conversing or informing anyone of your situation. Out of curiosity and the annoying blare of your phone, you decide to see who it is anyway. Much to your surprise, your best friend Seulgi’s beaming smile flashed on your phone screen as you pick up.

“Seulgi, hi,” your voice manages to croak out as you adjust to the sunlight peeking out of your window.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” she immediately asks, you can basically hear the frown lines etched into her forehead.

You groan into the mic of your phone as you speak back, “Seulgi, I can explain-”

“Jungkook’s been looking for you all night and asking everyone where you are,” she cuts you off.

“Seulgi,” you exhale, trying to suppress your anger, “he forgot our anniversary.”

“Oh my god.” she gasps, “you’re joking.”

“Did he not tell anyone?!” you shriek into the phone.

“No! He just said you left and he was looking for you and he was really scared and he even sounded like he was on the verge of tears and once I said I didn’t know where you were he just hung up!” she rambles on and on.

“Okay, yeah, he forgot and I got mad and I left,” you reveal, voice barely over a whisper.

“Y/N, I don’t blame you,” she reassures you, voice softening, “but, I think you should confront him about this.”

“Yeah, I know. I just needed some time to cool off and think.”

“Well, do you plan on breaking up with him?” she speaks timidly.

“I- I don’t know. I mean, I don’t want to. I want to hear what he has to say.” you stutter, your mind in a complete frenzy.

“Hasn’t he been paying less attention to you these last couple of months?” she asks, “I rarely see you two go out anymore.”

“Yeah cuz we really don’t,” you confirm. “He’s been so focused on his career which I understand but, sometimes it just feels like he doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that he has a girlfriend.”

“Then why haven’t you told him that.”

“I don’t want to seem like the type of girlfriend to hold him back from doing what he loves. He’s invested so much time into his career.”

“Y/N, obviously not telling him how you feel has resulted in this mess. And okay, before you attack me, if he doesn’t have the decency to spend time with his girlfriend every once in a while then he doesn’t deserve your time and energy in the first place,” she advises you.

“I know that Seulgi, that’s all I’ve been thinking about all night.”

“Then talk to him Y/N,” she softly mutters, “for the sake of your relationship with him.”

You hum in agreement but as you’re about to hang up she interjects, “Okay, but just remember, I’ll support whatever decision you make next. I know you’re wise enough to know what you deserve and what’s best for the two of you. Always here for you Y/N.”

“I don’t know where I’d be without you Seulgi. I’ll update you. I’ll head out now.” you smile into the phone.

“You got this Y/N!” she cheers as you hang up.

You had clear intentions on your mind but you couldn’t help but feel anxious and uncertain about what was to happen between you and Jungkook.

jungkook, i’m in sunset central hotel. if you want to talk, come here as soon as you can. Thanks.

Jungkook’s eyes widen to the size of saucers as soon as he saw your name flash onto his screen. He redirects his GPS to the hotel you were at, a 45-minute drive. He didn’t care, he just needed to find you.

-

You waited at the foot of your bed, feeling extremely uneasy about the whole confrontation. Your foot was constantly tapping on the wooden floors, as you played with your hands and glance back at your phone to check the time.

-

Jungkook finally reaches his destination as he surges through the front doors of the hotel, asking the front desk if you were still staying over. The front desk had called you and informed you that someone had come to see you and if it was okay for them to come over. You hesitantly obliged, cowering every time you heard Jungkook answering whatever questions he was required to answer.

It never really registered through Jungkook’s mind that he was supposed to talk to you. He just planned on spilling his heart out and hoping it would be enough for your forgiveness and just being able to hold you in his arms again.

He takes his time getting to your room. His movements are lethargic and hesitant, taking the time to gather his thoughts. He reaches the floor your room is on as he steps out of the elevator and scans the area to find where your room would be. He slowly walks as he sees your room number, he knocks softly at the door, staring at his shoes.

Your head snaps to the sound of his knocks, you take a deep breath as you stand up and slowly creak open the door. You don’t even bother to try to share any eye contact as you widen the door and motion him to come in.

“Y/N,” he begins, eyes still focused on the floor, “I’m,” he exhales, “I’m so sorry.” He slowly tilts his head up, analyzing your body language. Your hands were clasped in front of you as your eyes shifted back and forth to everything but Jungkook. You could feel his stare burning into you but dismissed it.

“Is that-,” you mutter, “is that all you came here to say to me?

“No!” he interrupts, causing you to flinch. His face softens at your reaction, “I- I fell asleep while working on a song and lost track of time.”

Your jaw clenches at his statement as you take a moment to let what he had told you sink in,  “And that makes it all okay?”

“No, of course, it doesn’t-”

“Jungkook, we were supposed to spend this time together with each other. You’re on an actual break for once and you’d still rather dedicate all your time to it instead of spending time with me. All your other members have been going on trips, seeing family, hanging out with friends,” you huff out, glaring at him as he looks at his shoes, “do I not matter to you anymore?”

Your last statement almost made him meltdown right there on the spot. The fact that he had made you believe that he didn’t care about you at all was already bad enough as it is.

He takes a step towards you and looks you straight in the eye, “No, Y/N,” he sighs in exasperation, trying to piece together what he was going to say, “we’ve just been getting so much publicity and gaining so much popularity and fame, I feel like they expect so much from us. And from me. I’m the Golden Maknae, I have to be good at everything and be able to do anything, but in reality, nothing’s working out and I’ve just been stressed as hell and wanting to see you.”

“I’ve never left Jungkook until yesterday, I’ve always been there waiting,” you reveal slowly, “and I really always want to be here for you. Ever since the tour, you stopped contacting me and I just thought you were busy but in the back of my mind, I started thinking that you just didn’t care anymore.”

“But I do, I always did.” he says, taking a step towards you.

“You haven’t proven otherwise, and I don’t want to reach this breaking point just so we can be happy and go through this all over again.” your voice cracks.

“I know, I don’t want that either, but, if this was bothering you for so long, why couldn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Do I really have to remind my own boyfriend to spend time with me?” you scoff as you shake your head in disbelief.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean that, I mean we’ve never had any problems in our relationship up until now, and now that I’m thinking about it, you could’ve told me off and broke up with me a long time ago, but you never told me when you had any problems with me. Yes, I know the things I did were stupid as fuck but Y/N, being in a relationship while balancing my career is still new to me. I’m absolutely clueless and stupid and I need you to guide me so I can be there for you.”

“I-,” you sighed heavily, “I didn’t want to intrude. You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

“Hey, I’m always willing to give up time for you.” his responds as his eyes soften, “I know it sure as hell may not seem like it, but you shouldn’t prioritize my needs or whatever you think my needs are over yours. Now I’ve just been taking advantage of your leniency. How did I not notice? Fuck, I’m such a dumbass.”

You honestly didn’t know how to respond to that, you knew what you were doing was selfless and you were extremely patient about it all, “I just figured that was the last thing you wanted you know, another thing to worry about on top of your career.”

“I thought about that at first too,” he agreed, biting his lip, “I realized later on that it really shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. I care about you too much to let that happen and the more I got to know you, I realized that, well, you were worth it.”

You could feel his intense glare without even sparing him a glance, “Am I still worth it to you?”

You feel his hand envelop your own as steps towards you once again, “You always will be.”

“You’re making it really hard for me to keep being mad at you,” you huff, tightening your grip around his hand.

He noticed the fact that you were still avoiding eye contact and you remained distant. He tugs on your hand and pulls you close to him, breaking your personal barrier. He pulls you into a warm hug, something you both had craved for so long. The longing and acceptance for one another was mutual, but where were you two supposed to do from there on out?

He loosens his hold on you and pulls away slightly, “Are we okay?”

For the first time that day your eyes met his as you replied, “Yeah, we’re okay.”

Only time would tell.

-

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MASTERLIST

[faelune-home]

FFXIV Write 2020 #9: Lush

(A/N: No WoL featured this time, instead I did an NPC focused piece. Then again, as a post-Stormblood piece, miqo!Fufu would probably be the most likely one in this timeline, but the WoL doesn’t even come up so it doesn’t matter.

So here’s another mourning piece, in similar vein to my piece for Minfilia posted pre-ffxivwrite. With Lyse in the Shroud. :’’) I had this idea a while ago actually, but this got me the spark to actually write it.

Given how open the prompts are, part of me wonders if I’m still on prompt here when I don’t use the specific word and I don’t draw a lot of attention to the word meanings a lot. :’D I tried to allude to the word here by focusing on the life in the forests of the Shroud, but idk if I still miss the mark there. But it’s good to get me writing anyway, which is the point.

Spoilers for end of HW patches at least for a character death

Word count: 1395

@ffxiv-writers)

The East Shroud had ever been so full of life. In the treetops, in the ferns, in the tangled bramble patch, even deep in the twisted forest of the sylphlands, the creatures ever stirred. It was almost hard to imagine that only a scant few weeks before, a vicious primal that could’ve ended it all had hung over the imperial castrum at the forest’s edge.

That end never came, if only due to the acts of one man.

Near Amarissaix’s Spire, Lyse stood silent, staring at the metal walls of the castrum, so alien compared to the greenery surrounding it. So alien, yet so familiar to herself, with all the time she’d spent as part of the Scions fighting the Empire. Under another’s name…

She shook her head of the thought; she missed her sister greatly, of course she did. But then maybe the way she’d handled it hadn’t been the healthiest. Even so, Papalymo and the other Scions had indulged her odd grieving method. In a way, as much as she maybe could’ve been set straight long before now, she’d still come out okay. Maybe?

“Oh Papalymo,” she sighed, “sometimes I wish you were still here. Even if it wasn’t to have you help me - even if I still feel like I need the extra hands, especially running a whole resistance - at the very least...I want you to see how much I’ve changed.”

She smiled ruefully. “Of course, sometimes it feels like I haven’t at all. But I know I can’t just go crumbling when people need me. And at least I have Naago to keep me right...but it’d be nice if you could do it too.”

But there was no-one to respond to her. The only sound in the forest was the buzzing of insects and the rustling of the leaves. She sighed again.

“H-hey, excuse me miss!” she jumped as a voice called to her; a hyuran man in a Twin Adder Private’s coat ran up to her, “I’m sorry miss, I-I’m gonna have to ask you why you’re here. Idle loitering an’ all.”

Lyse flinched. Had she really been standing there long enough to look suspicious?

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to be here this long or I would’ve told an officer or someone at the Hut. I’ll be on my way soon, if someone from the Reach doesn’t come shortly after me,” she told him, shuffling on the spot. His eyes widened.

“Hold on, you’re- I’m so sorry, Commander Hext, I didn’t realise it was you!” He bowed, embarrassment clear on his face.

“Oh, no no, it’s fine, like I said, I shouldn’t have been standing here without telling someone,” she spluttered, surprised that he recognised her.

“I-it should be alright for you to stay, I can tell my commanding officer you came ‘round. But uh- why are you here, if you don’t mind me asking? I figured if it was official business like, you’d have an entourage or you’d be in the city.”

“I...Well it’s nothing official,” she shrugged, then looked back at the wall, adding, “I was just here to pay some respects. I was almost done.”

“Your old partner?”

She started, eyes wide at the young man, to which he flinched again and said, “Sorry! I didn’t-”

“No, I don’t mind,” she said quickly, trying to calm the jittery soldier. Gods they were both so flustered at that point, somebody could jump and reach the trees quicker than any Ishgardian dragoon. She looked over his uniform again, spying the Third Class emblem on the arm. He was still only a new recruit. “I just didn’t expect you to know him, that’s all. How long have you been an Adder then?”

“Not that long, ‘fraid to say. I remember seeing you and the lalafellin man around the city as part of the Scions before I signed up. Heard he passed at some point during the raid on the castrum.” Lyse frowned, looking to the structure with a hard look in her eye.

“B-but I helped with taking back Ala Mhigo,” he said, a proud smile spreading across his face. “Hells, I was with one of the groups storming the city as well.” The woman gawped. He looked the same age as her, and barely a new recruit at that.

“Well, I’m surprised. Grateful but surprised,” she said. He gave his chest a beat with his fist, and said, “Was only happy to help, Commander.”

“Lyse,” she smiled, “Just Lyse is fine. I just didn’t think Gridania would want to send such a new recruit all the way into the worst of the fighting and risk losing a fresh soldier. Not that you probably aren’t capable but-” She stumbled, worried it would sound like she was dismissing him, but she stopped when he shook his head.

“Nah, you’re right. I’m as green as any leaf in this wood here, But I asked to go in. Me and the rest of my unit, sprouts the lot of us.”

“...why?”

He shrugged. “Ours isn’t a common opinion in Gridania, I’ll say that first. ‘Cos most folk are still bitter about the Autumn War, even if it were years ago now and barely anyone that took part back then is still around. Some few are, aye, but not a lot. But my comrades and I thought, ‘If the alliance can forgive Ishgard for not doing their part for so many years while focusing on their war with the dragons and still take them back, then we could do the same for Ala Mhigo. Let bygones be bygones and help them out now they need it most.’ And if we were needed most in the thick of it, then we were gonna be in the thick of it.”

“That’s a good sentiment,” Lyse smiled, “I’d say Gridania should be proud to have a soldier like you in their ranks. It’d be nice to have more good thinkers like you and yours.” She sighed.

“Gridania’s always had some problems, and it’ll take time to sort it out. But one step at a time, right? But then I could say the same about Ala Mhigo.” She looked to the sky, her mind flashing back to that night as the mimic of Dalamud hung in the clouds, holding fast to its draconic prisoner.

“That’s why I wish he could be here to see it all now,” she mumbled, almost forgetting her company.

“What was he like?” the soldier asked. 

A smirk crossed her lips. “He was stubborn as anything, and feisty. His tongue was sharper than any whip if he caught you saying or doing something ridiculous. I can attest to that right now.” She laughed, ignoring the prickling feeling at the corners of her eyes.

“But for all he said he was the no nonsense type, he could be lenient. Oh, he was lenient for a lot of things that he probably would’ve been snippy over otherwise. For every 10 silly questions I asked or stupid statements I said that he gave me grief over, there’d be another 5 things that he’d just let me have even if it was wrong or foolish or I should’ve known better.” Her words trailed off into a sob as tears flowed freely. In her mind she could almost hear a familiar voice chastising her for breaking down so easily in front of a stranger, especially with her new position.

To his credit, the soldier held out a handkerchief to her and said solemnly, “He sounded like a good man, Lyse.”

She nodded, taking the cloth and dabbing her eyes. “Yeah. He was a brilliant man. Brilliant and smart and ridiculously patient for someone that could blow up so quickly. He put up with me for so long.”

She sniffed, “Imagine, some brilliant scholar like him having a silly girl like me trailing around after him for years. Gods above, it’s a wonder anyone took us seriously.” Eyes dried, yet still watery, she handed back the handkerchief.

“Like I said before, I didn’t know him,” the man said, taking it back and pocketing it, “But from what you’ve said here, he would’ve been proud of the woman you are now. I feel pretty certain saying that.”

Lyse smiled again. “You know what? I feel certain enough to say you’d be right. He would be.”

[dollofdeath]

Insufferable [1/1]

Series: Joker Game

Characters: Kaminaga/Miyoshi

Rating: G

Summary: Miyoshi finds many things insufferable, such as the wind, extremely sunny days, and Kaminaga.

Words: 1109

Notes: Set in the Middle School AU from the Drama CD, based on paranoid-rhythm’s translations; life has been,,,, Really Shitty lately so I wrote something really really really really really self-indulgent over the weekend just to relieve some stress I guess. So, uh, fair warning, I guess this is pretty cheesy (but i luv cheese so ye) haha

You can read this on AO3. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy~  （＾³＾）～♪

Miyoshi does not hate; no, hatred is for those who can't get a grip on their emotions. Miyoshi is a young man of class so he simply finds things distasteful or unpleasant or -- what's the correct word? -- right, insufferable. Like when the wind blows especially hard and messes up all the work he put into his hair or like when it's too sunny outside and he needs to put on extra sunscreen and bring his parasol lest he suffer a sun burn.

Or like Kaminaga, the thorn piercing deep into his side.

Miyoshi doesn't know where to begin with Kaminaga. There's a lot of things about him that really ticks Miyoshi off.

Such as the fact that he lives so close to him -- they've been next door neighbors for as long as Miyoshi could remember. Kaminaga always insists on going to school together, always banging on his front door yelling, "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty~" in a sweet sing-song. If Miyoshi hadn't already trained himself to wake up at five o'clock for his morning routine, he would've been even more annoyed at all the ruckus.

What's worse is when he opens the door only to be greeted with that boyish smile of Kaminaga's, complete with pearly white teeth and dimples, and Miyoshi feels his stomach do a little flip. If it'd been only that, Miyoshi could deal with it just fine, but then Kaminaga starts speaking and his stomach does somersaults. In a vain attempt to block Kaminaga out, Miyoshi takes out his hand mirror and pretends he's not listening. It's easier whenever Jitsui joins them on the way to school, because it takes his mind off how much he enjoys hearing Kaminaga's voice.

Another thing that gets Miyoshi is how Kaminaga raves on and on about meeting his "fated one" but owns at least three cell phones dedicated to messaging girls. The constant pinging from Kaminaga's LINE going off haunts his dreams and he swears he's going to get wrinkles from frowning so hard whenever Kaminaga scrambles to answer his messages. What Kaminaga does in his free time isn't any of his concern, but for some reason he can't stop thinking about it. The one way Miyoshi knows how to get rid of these thoughts is to confront them up front.

"If you're so insistent on being with your 'fated one,'" Miyoshi says as they loiter around in cooking club one afternoon. "Why do you waste your time on all these frivolous affairs?"

After finishing up his current text, Kaminaga tears his eyes off his phone screen and stares right into Miyoshi's own. Miyoshi manages to keep his expression blank somehow, but he blames the warmth that rushes to his cheeks on Fukumoto's cooking (never mind that Fukumoto hasn't even turned the stove on yet).

"I suppose I'm just waiting for my fated one to realize we're meant to be," Kaminaga tells him with a wink at the end.

Though Miyoshi only gives him an unimpressed look, he tries to find a rational reason as to why his heart had just skipped a beat just then and why seeing Kaminaga immediately return to texting bothers him. It's not like he needs Kaminaga's attention, he tells himself to put an end to these thoughts. But then he finds himself wondering about Kaminaga again and the cycle continues.

What really gets on Miyoshi's nerves, though, is how Kaminaga has the gall to make fun of him, claiming him a "narcissist" just because he spends some time doing his hair or saying that he's "extra" just because he corrects people's misinformation. Someone has to be perfect to make up for everyone else. Besides, it's not like Kaminaga has the right to be saying anything, not when he lets his crotch make his decisions.

At the same time, Miyoshi has to admit there's a sort of rush when they banter -- it's sort of exciting, even, especially when he's surrounded by helpless idiots like Amari and Mr. Sakuma. While Hatano and Jitsui are good conversationalists, Hatano's fuse blows too quickly and Miyoshi has learned a long time ago not to cross Jitsui or else something could happen to his face. With Kaminaga, however, it's like playing a game, where they constantly go back and forth and neither of them are willing to lose. Miyoshi may pride himself on his perfection, but he can't deny there's some fun to being challenged every now and then.

But the most insufferable thing, Miyoshi thinks, is how he doesn't actually find Kaminaga insufferable at all. In fact, Miyoshi thinks he may even... like him ("like," not "love," because people like him don’t need love despite what the tiny voice in his head says).

Because even if Kaminaga can get overwhelming, Miyoshi likes how Kaminaga is always there waiting for him in the morning, always ready to start the day with that smile of his; he likes the way Kaminaga looks at him when he talks about his so-called fated one with a sparkle in his eyes; and he likes the way Kaminaga always pushes him, always keeps him on his toes because he'd be damned if he lets Kaminaga ever get the upper hand on him.

So despite being a constant thorn in his side, or maybe cause he is a constant thorn in his side, Miyoshi decides that he lov -- likes Kaminaga and that perhaps what's truly insufferable is how he hasn't done anything about it yet.

Miyoshi makes his move one day, when it's just the two of them walking home together. There's nothing new about the scene: Kaminaga chatters on about his day as they walk shoulder-to-shoulder and Miyoshi pretends as if he doesn't care about a single word he's saying. But when their fingers brush against each other's, Miyoshi catches Kaminaga's fingers with his and intertwines them. Whatever Kaminaga's saying trails off and his steps slow to a stop when he realizes what Miyoshi's just done. He stares at their joined hands for a moment before looking up to Miyoshi with a grin growing on his face.

"So you've finally realized it, huh?" Kaminaga asks with a teasing lilt, raising their hands like it's proof of their love.

"I don't buy into your 'fated one' business," Miyoshi says rather indifferently, but even he can't stop himself from returning Kaminaga's smile. "But maybe if you stop thinking with your crotch, I'll consider going out with you."

Despite how harsh his words come off, Miyoshi tightens his grip on Kaminaga's hand and steps just a little bit closer to him as they resume walking. Kaminaga may be an insufferable idiot, but he's his insufferable idiot.

[fatandnerdy30]

Little Orphan Spider 8

The night called to the teen, and he was going to answer it. Running to his window, he slipped his slippers off. "Hey, Ms. Friday?" The teen whispered Can you please unlock the windows? It's time for a little 'teenage rebellion'," Peter said with a smirk.

"Of course, Peter," Friday whispered back, making the boy laugh a little. "Thanks, Ms. Friday. I'll let you know when I'm back, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer and crawled up to the opening and slipped out, freezing. "Holy shit this is high," he whispered, terrified. "It's okay, it's okay, just gotta get to my suit, then I can web my way outta here...." He stared at the city streets, the cars seeming like they were miles below him, the car horns not even sounding from where he stood. The lights around him left the boy vulnerable to the guards and the cameras, so he had to be quick. So, taking a deep breath, he began his descent. Slowly he began to crawl down the glass, feeling his microscopic hairs sticking as he made his way. He was angry that he couldn't even bring his web shooters. "Why didn't I take the elevator?" he asked himself, shimmying into a shadowed corner to catch his breath. He was halfway there.Just a little more...he made the mistake of looking down and, even though now the cars were closer, they were still pretty far. "Why does he have to have such bad taste?" He made his way down, finding the vent that led to the bathroom. "Ms. Friday, it's just Peter," he whispered as he loosened the vent, waiting for an alarm, but none came. "Thank you," he sighed. "You're welcome Peter. But, I must say I had emergency services numbers on standby. If you do that again, I will have to let Boss know." "I know, but that won't happen again, okay?" He shimmied inside the vent and reached in, feeling his suit and he grabbed it with a sigh. It was still there. "I'll see you later, Ms. Friday." He shoved his Uncle's pajama's into the vent after folding them. The boy put his web shooters on his wrists and sighed at the familiar feeling. Now he was ready to do what a spidey does. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Spider-Man is on patrol," Natasha said from the doorway of the living room. Instantly the team got to their feet. "How do you want to go about this?" Clint asked, grabbing an arrow. "One on one, or as a team?" Tony frowned. "No, not as a team. Fury doesn't want him dead. He just wants him on the team. I don't care about his identity right now, no matter what Fury says. I just want him on the damn team. I've seen the things that guy can do." Clint raised his hand at this point, getting everyone's attention. "I heard his voice, and I think you're wrong about his age, Tony," the archer said, brows furrowed. Steve looked up and nodded. "I have to agree with Clint. That night you sent me out to find him, he was crying, and when he spoke, his voice sounded young...like, teenager young." Tony's face went white and he brought his hand up. Now he felt like shit for hitting the guy-no kid- with his blasters. "Okay, so at least we think we know his age, approximately, maybe. We can work with that, but for know, try and talk him into at least joining us on missions. Got it?" The team nodded then looked at one another. "Who's going?" they asked, almost in unison. "I'll go," Bruce said suddenly from the doorway. Tony shook his head. "No, we just said we can't kill this kid. We need him alive, and you're not the best when it comes to that when you get angry." "Then I'll go with him," Natasha got up, slipping a knife into a pocket. "I'll keep him calm, and besides, he's the best talker out of all of us." Bruce nodded with a smile. "No Hulking out, promise. I just want to meet the kid is all." "Okay, but the rest of us will be on stand-by. Let's go." Tony tapped his chest, the nano-bots building the suit on him as he walked, covering him like a second skin, his face being covered last before he took off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Martin Li sat in his office doing the last of his paperwork, when hw could have sworn he'd heard a voice whispering. Furrowing his brows, he sat up and looked around, even moving the curtains. No on was in the room with him. "Martin Li...." The voice was back! Suddenly, his head started splitting and he cried out. Not again! He whimpered from the pain, searching his desk for the pain pills his doctor had given him. He found them and opened the bottle when he felt a sudden jolt come from his legs. Looking down, the group home caretaker saw his pant legs suddenly going an odd white color, and a strange sensation, like sparks running up his legs came from his feet, then traveled up his legs and to the rest of his body. He groaned and noticed his hands were changing a dark, inky black and watched with a scared face as the color crept closer and closer to his face. The man tried to scream, but suddenly, he was in a world of black, falling unconscious. Mr. Martin Li was gone for now. In his office sat a man who looked like a photo negative, a smirk on his face. Now he could get some things done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter was in the middle of stopping a mugging, when suddenly his senses went haywire and he looked around. What was that? He shot his webbing at the mugger, and delivered the bag back to the woman who sat on the curb watching him with wide eyes. "Th-thank you!" she said, smiling. She was cute. "You're welcome, Ma'am!" Peter said, in a deep voice, saluting her, copying Captain America. "Just keeping the streets safe. Take care!" He shot a web and was out of the area in seconds, looking back to see the woman give the mugger a kick before the police showed up. "That was harsh," he winced. "What was with that voice?" Ned's voice came from his ear, his snickering in the background. "What!? I have to make it seem like I'm older, or else the public isn't gonna take me seriously. Stop laughing!" Peter fumed, his voice breaking a few times. "I'm sorry, it's just you sounded like one of those macho G.I.John cartoons." "Ha-ha. Hey, my senses went crazy before, as if my life were in danger, but there wasn't anything around. Anything on the scanners?" Peter shot another web off, disconnecting with a flip to attach to another building. "Nothing...wait, there is. It's another drug bust, but...oh shit, those weapons are back, Peter." Peter felt his stomach drop. The last time he'd seen those weapons, people died. "Okay. I'll go and check it out. Hack a camera and tell me what's going on." "Got it. The drug bust is going down on one-hundred-fiftieth and eighty-fifth street. Be careful, Spider." "Thanks, chair guy. I'll let you know when I get there." Peter was silent after that, listening for the sound of sirens. There were a lot tonight, but there was one going in the direction he was going. He aimed to go the way they were, following the police until a flash of red caught his attention and he balked as Ms. Romanoff sped up to stay under him, Mr. Barton riding behind her, his arrows trained on him. "Oh come on! Not this again! I'm the good guy!" He changed his trajectory, but it did no good when his senses went crazy again and he winced when a high pitched sound rang and messed him up enough for the archer to hit his webbing with an arrow and Peter went tumbling through the air, landing on the ground and rolling to a stop. "Unggh....Gonna feel that in the morning," the teen groaned, holding his side and his head. "Spider-Man?" Peter's head shot up and he found himself staring directly at Dr. Banner, who smiled and waved a little. "Hi, Spider-Man...my name's Bruce. I was sent here to talk to you." Another police car passed, making all four people watch it. "We ain't got time fuh that," the teen said in a deep Brooklyn accent. "We got weapons, bad ones, up on eighty-fifth street. Dat's whea I was headin' before you clowns knocked me outta da sky." Peter stood, wincing when he put his full weight on his leg, his senses still ringing. "If you ain't got nuttin' betta ta do,  then leave me to mah work." He lifted an arm, when suddenly a knife was pressed to his back. Looking back, he saw Ms. Romanoff holding it there, a deadly look on her face. "We were sent here to ask you to join the avengers. If you don't want to, we'll have to force you." "Tony didn't say that!" Bruce argued, and the woman shrugged. "I'm improvising. So, you gonna join us? Stark doesn't care about your identity, as long as we know you're on our side." Peter sighed. "I've always been on your side. I beat da bad guys, don't I?" He shook his head. "I'll tell ya what. Help me take this drug ring down, and you've gotta deal." He held one hand out in front of him and the other behind him. Natasha didn't remove the knife, but took the red clad hand. "Deal." WIthdrawing the knife, she hopped back on the bike. "Which way?" "This way. Yo, Bannah, you need a lift?" Peter turned to the doctor, who shook his head. "No, I think I'll sit this one out, thanks anyway. I don't wanna cause anything more." He laughed and walked away, towards Stark Tower. "You lead," Clint said, pointing his hand out. Peter nodded once and stuck a hand out, web shooting from his wrist and he propelled forward. "Peter this is so cool," Ned's voice came over the device in his ear. "You're teaming up with the Avengers! Does this mean I'm an Avenger, being your guy in the chair?" "I don't know," Peter responded snappily. The one thing he didn't want to do had happened. He was going to become an Avenger....so that meant that Fury was most likely going to get his number. How was he going to explain why his phone went off whenever everyone else's did? Unless he had Ned give Fury his number, who then would tell Peter. But, the teen didn't think the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. would like that very much. How was this night going to get any worse? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By Mr. Stark being at the drug ring, that's how. Peter groaned as he landed on a telephone pole, looking down at the billionaire while Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Barton pulled up. "Hey Tony. What's up?" Natasha clicked a button and her helmet disappeared. "These guys had weapons that were made by my company," Tony sighed. "We stopped making them years ago, but these assholes got a hold of them and mixed them with Chitauri parts to make them even more powerful. Who knows how many are out there, or how they got a hold of these. I thought my company destroyed any and all weapons we made." He sighed and looked up, jumping a bit when he spotted Spider-Man sitting on a telephone pole. "Oh, welcome, Spider-Man, glad you could make it." "Stark," Peter greeted, deepening his voice even more. He had to make a voice changer in his suit. "What's with the team up?" Mr. Stark motioned between Peter and the two assassins. "We made a deal with him. We help him solve this, he becomes an honorary Avenger," Natasha sent him a sly smile. Peter had to smile He knew a way out. "And, it looks like ya didn't get ta help me. Too bad, so sad. Maybe next time!" He quickly jumped and shot a web to a nearby building and disappeared. "Why are you letting him get away?" Tony asked, eyes wide. Fury is going to kill him... "Relax," Clint said with a grin. "We know what we're doing. Where's he going, Nat?" The woman pulled out a handheld device and pulled up the map. "West," was all she said and looked at Tony, as he clapped and smiled. "We got him. And of course, that's my technology, so thank me." Without giving the two a chance to respond, he quickly suited up and blasted out of there. "I'm going to look for more of these weapons. See you later." "What a show-off," Clint sneered. "Yeah, but you know we all love him." The man smiled and nodded. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter's senses were going a mile a minute. It felt like someone was following him, but every time he checked, there was no one there. He was heading back to Stark Tower when suddenly he remembered, he had to leave his suit in an alley way for the night. He really didn't want to, but maybe he could find an old abandoned building. That's when he saw the piers in the distance and smiled. He could leave it under the docks! Wait, no, then it would reek of fish...He knew he couldn't bring it to his room....Ned! "Hey, chair guy," Peter asked into the ear device. "All ears, Spider." "Do you think I could leave the suit at your place? Because I can't bring it with me to the tower, too many security guards and stuff." "Really? I'd be happy to help, Pete." Thank God for his best friend. "Okay, I'll be reaching your place in about five minutes. Wanna come over tomorrow?" "Peter...you just made my lifetime." Peter just laughed as he rounded the corner, landing on Ned's window, only for his friend to throw it open and pull the other into a hug. "I think I love you," Ned cried. "That's nice, Ned....but, let me get the suit off before you soak it." The other boy nodded and apologized, handing Peter some clothes he kept there for sleep-overs. "When can I come? Will I get to meet the Avengers? Is Tony Stark nice? Does Black Widow have a boyfriend?" Peter laughed at his friend's questions. "Calm down. I'll call you when I ask Mr. Stark, okay? And, don't ask Ms. Romanoff anything like that, okay? I like you the way you are, all limbs intact." They laughed as Peter got changed. "Okay, I gotta get back See you tomorrow." With that, Peter left and shot a web. But, soon after, he noticed Ms. Romanoff watching the front of Ned's house, flipping a knife in her hand. How did she know he was there? He had to wonder that as he made his way back to the tower, making sure to stay out of the light.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

so being abused the entire first 2 decades of your life: what’s up with that? Night Posts Edition

- classic when finding some “uh oh relatable!” content abt various Disorderres and there’s some thing like “many symptoms overlap with ptsd” and it’s like ooh which one is applying to me?? i mean spoilers the idea that The Grouping Of Non Nt Traits And Experiences Into Distinct Classifications is not actually...an exact science and for all intents and purposes it makes no difference if i am going “oh god #me” at an informative post about adhd if actually its ptsd acting exactly the same anyways so. but yknow it’s wild n zany being like “am i overstepping my bounds b/c this was caused by coping with trauma possibly? what audacity” and etc when it really....that doesnt matter....

- also ugh @ retaining things that downplay abusers’ responsibility for their actions (in specific things you’re personally dealing with, not like, as a general stance) and shift blame onto yourself like........you have to get so used to treating someone’s Abusive Behavior as something inevitable that you can’t ever expect them to stop doing, and thus pretty much considering someone abusive like a force of nature because they’re just gonna do what they’re gonna do whenever they next get Set Off rather than like.......a person who is responsible for their own behavior and in control of their own choices and like. especially zany when you’re a kid and they’re your parent so there’s the Power Imbalance of them being an adult and the other power imbalance of them being in control of your whole existence. but so like even just the other year i was taking the blame for calmly speaking back to a grownass man close to thrice my age raging at me and saying like, not verbatim but the idea of like “ugh i know it was partly my fault for even saying anything back to him because i knew he’d just continue to yell but unfortunately i just refuse to weather that kind of behavior without standing up for myself at all anymore” but like no!!!! that’s shifting all the responsibility for this other person’s behavior onto myself, like i Made him choose to shout at me at like 4am because he sucks and has some kind of superiority power trip issues. cuz i am well within rights to respond to anyone addressing me and it’s Not my fault at all that he chooses to react the way he reacts. 

- also that i was ready to excuse my being blamed for this by others because they were closer to that person than they were to me and i was gonna be like “okay i Get wanting to defend someone who’s closer to you” but no!!!! actually!!!! i may get it but i don’t condone excusing anyone’s horrible behavior in the least just cuz you know them or they’re friends or family or something. in fact that’s terrible. i’m just primed to be Used To It because of the weird situation of parental abuse where there’s other people also trapped in this location and daily life with an abuser and if someone “causes” the abuser to start being shitty then they’ll get blamed / resented for that. me and my siblings seem more like friendly acquaintances b/c we had to be pitted against each other in these kinds of ways for eons until we were all in our teens and got some more Space and kind of realized that we weren’t each others enemies and got closer and my dumb little brother was old enough to stop being a whiny binch and Owed me for helping him with math hw over the phone from 2 hrs drive away lol.....jk, sort of.....we did get along great eventually but then i left thanks to said abuse and us talking via twitter isn’t at all the same as us being able to talk in person :/

- also one thing that sometimes Strikes me is that when i’m like blandly recalling incidents of abuse like “oh yeah, that time” it bothers me less to think about stuff that happened to me specifically than to think about times it was Other people who were being treated that way. the latter was always equally or probably more upsetting and it always felt just as bad in the moment anyways, there was no major distinction in the Abuse In Progress experience if it was directed mostly on you than on other people

- all my life i’ve also been super stubborn which never helped and even Abuse MaGee would have to try to get creative with Disciplinary Systems and there was this golden “punishment” which was eat dinner in your room by yourself and i was like oh my god can i really. the horror of Family Dinner was like, this dark comedic farce playing out in that house for all our lives. christ. speaking of being stubborn this one time my sister cut my toe with a knife (half accidentally) because i refused to stop swinging my legs despite her holding the knife under the table lol and i also refused to tell on her b/c we were All In This Together (that is, Us vs The Abuser, which always took precedence over any internal conflict in our faction lol)

- always remembering how my “’”””””””defining”””””””””” trait was always getting good grades except the only reason i ever felt this pressure was the time my sister caught shit for getting a C, and i wasn’t even getting A - F letter grades yet and was already like jfc guess i can’t like....get a single C ever.....the joke is i’ve always been a godawful student who hates school, i just also managed to get great grades fairly easily, b/c of the devil probably. i’m sorry

- love to wonder what interests i might have been able to explore if i didn’t want to hide anything i was genuinely interested in and other True Thoughts And Feelings from my ‘rents. who knows!!! even now i’m not sure what i like and my vague ideas about it are all mostly In Theory and i don’t have any hopes and dreams b/c of never being able to really consider my own interests and desires and also because when every day of your life is basically spent in survival mode about everything else, that’s not really conducive to having dreams and ambitions. see also: like, being really poor

- The Weird Experience when only one of your parents is abusive and the other parent is also experiencing spousal abuse and so like, even though they’re your parent, you know that they don’t really have equal power as the abusive one because they too are being abused? it’s a complicated thing b/c that’s how every individual experience with abuse is (complicated). and so you’ve got this bizarre situation where maybe someone cares about you but they can’t really protect you from this other person. and like, my dad is crap and in some areas even a crappier person than my abusive mom and also i hate him, but i only hate him for certain things lmao not for being abused or some ways he tried to deal with it. i know what’s trash and what’s not

- the zany experience of No One Will Help You Ever.....lucky for me i eventually figured out on my own that what i’d been living with all the time had actually been abuse for real all along! and yet still i knew that like, there wasn’t much i could immediately do with that information because..........yknow, what do you actually do. i was basically already 18, so. and even if i hadnt been. there’s nothing to do for it!! just sucks to be you, basically. but an exception is that when one day i texted my friend to ask if i might be able to leave my house overnight and crash at their family’s place for a little bit, their parents immediately were like Yes Of Course and they let me stay there for a week and were very nice about all of it. between them and the nice trans lady who gave me some more Housing Assistance by letting me stay in her spare room for like, most of december.....my Allies. plus someone who talked to me via online once i bailed on my ‘rents! if they read this they know who they are and they have continued to be so kind and generous ugh love and appreciate you

- god just individual occasions of “THIS bullshit that i went through this one time” of especially ridiculous incidents.....i could go on for eons

- sort of tangentially related and related to the first point but ugh specific memories of Moments In Which It Continued To Be Revealed To Me That I, Individually, Was Prone To Being Kind Of Socially Ostracized.....like my ass started noticing that shit as soon as i was around other kids aka preschool aka 4 yrs old.......like i’m usually somewhat withdrawn and cautious and quiet in social situations especially what with the association that “misbehaving” = trauma exposure so, yknow, that might be a way that you’re pressured into just keeping to yourself and keeping your head down. but talk about “i don’t really relate to other people my age” lmao like i always preferred interacting with adults really while by and large dealing with the other kids felt like a challenge that i was never gonna actually come out on top of and i still remember individual Efforts i’d make to ~fit in~ and Participate that just fell flat or got me actively excluded....Ugh City........and it’s like, i could make a list of Social Traits i think i have that help make it difficult for people to be interested in interacting with me, or “contribute” to those joyous occasions when you get to sit back and take in the thinly veiled contempt directed at you by various shitheads, but like, even that’s not really the right way to explain it. its kind of more a Greater Than The Sum Of Its Weird Parts sorta combined experience where i guess i just have this kind of Negative Je Ne Sais Quoi that gets ya the social brushoff / rejection. c’est ce que c’est. the joke is i actually like people and socializing In Theory, i just usually don’t get to do it. shoutout to the advanced relatability of alana calling everyone Acquaintances b/c i literally did/do that lmao......like are we friends if we don’t talk all that often? it’s part on me cuz i’m crap at being the person to initiate conversation cuz too often i assume i’d be an annoyance and also b/c conversation with me is like, not great lmao but still......ce’st l’a v’ie

anyways (clip from that fuckin song where it’s like WHO CAN RELATE lmao.mp3)

[nothingwithoutwannaone]

I Promise You (Confession)/약속해요 (고백) - Bae Jin Young

In which Jin Young’s chance encounter eludes to something more.

“On a day when cherry blossoms started falling

I met you for the first time

A day mixed with unfamiliar trembling

And scary heart fluttering.” -  I Promise You (Confession)/약속해요 (고백) (Wanna One)

In celebration for Wanna One’s 1st Debut Anniversary, @ongsung an I have decided to release a series of oneshots daily, starting from today July 27th and ending on August 6th (August 7th in KST, and thus Wanna One’s anniversary).

I’ve chosen to write based on a selection of Wanna One songs, and she’ll be writing based on the individual teasers that were released for Energetic/Burn It Up. We will link each other’s stories below, so feel free to read hers after this one. See you tomorrow in our next installments :)

Jin Young set down his luggage and took a look around the cabin. His school was hosting a camping trip for the weekend, and since it was his first time, Jin Young was very excited. His roommate Dae Hwi had arrived earlier than him, and had already unpacked. He was currently at the music room so Jin Young was on his own for now. Unzipping his bags, Jin Young hung up his clothes and set aside his toiletries before leaving the cabin, locking the door behind him.

The first day was free for everyone, with the group activities starting the following day. Jin Young scanned the campsite from the porch of his assigned cabin, and decided do some exploring before going to look for his friends.

The campsite was a popular one, bordering a large lake and surrounded with cherry blossom trees. The trees hadn’t blossomed yet, but everyone said it would be any day now. Looking out into the lake, he saw that several people were rowing boats out towards the middle, while others stood fishing at the docks. Deciding he would do that later, Jin Young then stopped by the dining hall to grab a snack, before wandering over to the main hall where their scheduled events would take place. Checking the time, he figured he should probably go to see if the rest of his friends had arrived.

He didn’t pay attention to his surroundings on his way out, and promptly ran into another person who was juggling maybe one too many packages. Everything tumbled onto the floor and Jin Young crouched down immediately to stack up the packages.

“I’m so sorry! I should have watched where I was going...”

The person carrying the packages followed suit and gathered the packages around her.

“It’s okay! I was probably carrying too much by myself; it was bound to happen. Plus, I couldn’t really see where I was going anyway, so it’s definitely my fault.”

Jin Young had finished gathering the packages around him and he stood up, turning around to restore them to the owner. However, when he did, he froze in his tracks.

The girl had stood up as well, and she was looking at him with a grateful smile on her face.

“Thank you so much for helping me!”

Jin Young tried to respond but found that his lips had decided to stop working. This was the first time he had ever been at a loss of words in front of a girl, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but as a look of confusion started to creep onto her face at his silence, he licked his dry lips in an attempt to respond to her gratitude.

“Y..yeah, no problem! It’s my fault for not looking too....do you still need help with these? I can help you take them to where ever they need to be.”

“That’d be great! These are actually just going to the camp counselor’s office, which is part of the main hall. Come on, I’ll show you the way.”

Arms sans several packages now, it was much easier for her move and open the door so the both of them could enter the main hall. Jin Young followed behind her quietly, still trying to will his heart to stop pounding so hard, and for his hands to stop sweating and shaking in nervousness. When they reached the office, both unloaded their packages and the girl turned to him, offering her hand for a handshake. 

“I didn’t get to introduce myself earlier, but I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

Jin Young hoped his hands weren’t too sweaty before accepting the handshake.

“J...Jin Young. Bae Jin Young.”

“You must be Dae Hwi’s friend then!”

“How do you know that?”

“We’re in the same music class together and he talks about you sometimes. He says you’re pretty good at singing!”

Jin Young blushed at her words and shook his head in denial.

“I can sing but I don’t know if I’m that good at it.”

“You’ll have to show us tonight after dinner. I heard there’s going to be a karaoke competition,” she said excitedly before leading them out of the office and hall into the open air.

“Do you sing as well?” he asked curiously.

“Mm, I do, but who knows if I sing well or not,” she said mysteriously before breaking out into a grin.

“I guess you’ll have to wait till tonight to find out....but only if you promise to sing too!”

She stuck out her pinky finger, looking at him eagerly.

“Promise you’ll sing a song tonight?”

How could he refuse such a request? Jin Young nodded and gave her a pinky promise in return.

“I promise.”

“Wonderful!”

Jin Young smiled back shyly, pleased to know that despite just meeting her for the first time today, Y/N already had a good impression of him. He would have to thank Dae Hwi later.

He was about to say something when a single petal floated by his face. It was followed by another one, and then another one. Y/N also seemed to notice and they both looked behind them to see the cherry blossom trees situated behind the main hall had bloomed early, and the wind carried it’s petals through the air around them.

“Wow, everyone said the cherry blossoms would be blooming soon but I didn’t expect it to be this soon.”

She reached out her hand to catch some of the pink petals, and Jin Young couldn’t help but think she looked even more beautiful now, with all the cherry blossom petals swirling around. In the midst of admiring her, Jin Young saw Y/N suddenly remembering something.

“Oh, I almost forgot! I told my friend I’d meet her after delivering the packages.”

His heart dropped to hear that she had to leave so soon, but she turned towards him.

“I have to go, but we can grab dinner later tonight. Are you okay with that?”

“Definitely. I’ll see you tonight?”

She beamed and nodded in response.

“Tonight it is. See you later, Jin Young!” 

And with a wave of a hand, she was off. 

As Jin Young watched her leave, he thought to himself: maybe this camping trip would turn out even better than he imagined.

A/N: Lyric translation credited to colorcodedlyrics

I was inspired by 2park’s Battle Trip episode. You should go watch if you haven’t already...simply amazing and I hope to go one day :)

nothingwithoutwannaone: Min Hyun I Ji Hoon I Jae Hwan I Guan Lin I Dae Hwi I Jin Young I Ji Sung I Woo Jin I Seong Wu I Sung Woon I Daniel

ongsung:  Min Hyun I Ji Hoon I Jae Hwan I Guan Lin I Dae Hwi I Jin Young I Ji Sung I Woo Jin I Seong Wu I Sung Woon I Daniel

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