#poor woozi he was really going through it

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𝜗𝜚 Title: APT 

𝜗𝜚 Paring: Student Council President! Namjoon x Singer! Reader 

𝜗𝜚 Rating: PG - 16

𝜗𝜚 Summary: “Don’t you want me like I want you, baby?” 

Straight A’s and student council president, what else can a girl want? Y/N can list why she didn’t want that in her life and why it’s more of a headache to have Kim Namjoon as a boyfriend. Poor Namjoon...

𝜗𝜚 Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy, angst, enemies to lovers (misunderstandings, not full blown enemies to lovers but it's there ish), opposite attracts, and some steamy scenes but not too crazy 

𝜗𝜚 Playlist: APT - Rose and Bruno Mars

𝜗𝜚 Author’s Note: I restarted the story and I really like this version better. I uploaded this late because I was re-doing it. This is different from the preview but it still has the same vibe. This is my New Year’s gift to you all for sticking around! I can’t wait for the New Years and what I release! 

College was the time to feel alive and get your life together or that’s how people see it. Sometimes it takes time to get your life together and the advice from others becomes deaf, you’re standing alone with your back straight. This is how L/N Y/N saw it. No matter how put together you are, you're never truly put together. There’s always something out of place and that’s okay. It’s how you fix it that matters. College was a time where she could express her feelings through her words but for others it was different. 

Y/N grabbed her guitar and walked out on the stage to see a full house. She smiled to herself and looked at her friend, Lee Ji-Hoon or Woozi, and nodded her head, “Welcome to the After Hour, I hope you're ready!”  She ran her pick through her strings and the crowd let out a loud cheer, “I can’t hear you! Are you ready!” She ran her pick through her strings again and the crowd screamed louder. She looked at Woozi who gave her a smile, “Let’s go!” College was really the time to feel alive and be comfortable in your skin. Under the lights with her guitar and her best friend, Y/N felt just that. Seen and heard. 

Kim Namjoon stood in the back with his hood up. He watched Y/N jump on the stage with a wide smile and he couldn’t stop his smile from forming. This was the only time he could hear her and see her because all the other times she ignored him. Rightfully so but he couldn’t stop himself from coming every night. To him, he had an image to hold up. The perfect student council president with straight A’s with nothing wrong. College was the time to put on a mask to get further in life and he knew this, especially with his father’s business he was going to inherit. Some saw college as a way to be vocal, to be different or just being colorful but he didn’t get the memo. Maybe that’s why he liked watching Y/N. It was everything he wasn’t...it was everything he wished he had the guts to be.

Y/N rubbed her eyes and took a deep sigh, “Fucking hell.” She stretched her arms and cracked her neck. It was another successful night but it hurt her back from dancing around the stage. She glanced at her clock and her eyes widen, “Fuck.” She quickly tossed her blanket to the side and went to her closest. Her art class started in thirty minutes and it took her twenty minutes to get to the class. She was cutting this close, nothing new. She put her hair in a messy ponytail and ran out of her dorm. She hated running but there were times she could make an exception and this is one of those times. She ran through the crowds as gracefully as she could get and ignored the glares. 

Namjoon sat with his friends in the lunch court and he looked outside. It was the perfect timing. He watched Y/N running and his eyes never left her figure, even with her messy hair she still looked perfect. He smiled to himself and looked back at Min Yoongi who was raising his eyebrow at him. Namjoon took a sip of his water, “What?” 

“You need to stop staring at her.” 

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” 

Jung Hoseok let out a laugh, “You really suck at lying.”

“Who said I was lying.”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, “The fact I can see you on her Instagram right now.” 

Namjoon glanced down at his phone and shut it off, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Simp.” 

Y/N made it to class with four minutes to spare, who would’ve thought she could run that fast? She bowed her head at the professor and made her way to the seats. She headed towards the back and placed her bag in the chair next to her, “You're Y/N, right?” 

Y/N jumped and looked to her side to see Kim Taehyung giving her a small smile, Oh gosh it’s one of them. She nodded her head, “That’s me. You're Taehyung, right?” 

“Yeah, I didn’t know you were in this class.” 

Y/N had to stop herself from glaring at him. She has been in the same art classes with him since freshman year. He always sat in the front with his new girlfriend of the week so of course he didn’t see her. She would always come early and sit in the back so no one would talk to her. It also helped that she had her headphones on. 

She nodded her head, “Surprise.” She turned towards her bag and took out her sketchbook alongside her supplies. She felt eyes on her still and she looked to see Taehyung watching her. She raised her eyebrow at this, “Do you need something?” 

“Oh no...I was just seeing something. Sorry.”

Y/N nodded her head and looked towards the front to pay attention to the lesson, He’s so weird. Taehyung let out a small cough and she slowly turned towards him, “Yes?”

“I was going to ask, could you perform at my party?”

“Party? I don’t really do parties.”

“I’ll pay you.”

Y/N wanted to roll her eyes but she stopped herself, “I don’t really like parties-”

“I’ll pay for your student parking for the rest of the year.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow, “I-”

“I’ll pay for your lunch for the next month too.”

“I’ll do it.” 

After the lesson, Y/N ran out of the classroom before Taehyung could talk to her more. Throughout the lesson, he would try to make small talk but she felt so awkward. She put her headphones on and headed to the library to write down some lyrics. Her music was playing and she couldn’t hear anything, peaceful. She walked up the stairs to the library and went to the sixth floor. Her safe haven. No one comes to the sixth floor unless they actually need work to get done. It was the last floor and most of the time people forgot it existed. 

She walked in and was shocked when she saw the group of girls talking to Kim Namjoon, why is it so loud? She sighed and shook her head. She turned around and walked away but didn’t notice the brown eyes on her back. She took her hair out of her ponytail and put it in a bun as she walked down the stairs. She was annoyed now because why is he having his fan meet up on the sixth floor? Have it on the second floor where there’s an exit to the main campus at least. Now she had to go down all these stairs without getting her song done. Annoying. 

She walked towards the garden and felt an arm around her shoulders. She took off her headphones and smiled, “Yo, Woozi.”

“I thought I was meeting you at the library.”

She scoffed at this, “That was the plan but Namjoon had his fan meet up.”

Woozi let out a laugh and shook his head, “They can be…a lot to handle. Sorry about that.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “I’m sure we can figure it out. We always do.”

“Always?”

“Shut up, oh by the way. Taehyung invited us to play at his party next week.”

Woozi let her go and raised his eyebrow, “We don’t do parties.”

“I know but he’s going to pay for my parking for the rest of the year and my lunch.”

“I really don’t want to see the student council members.”

Y/N nodded her head and leaned against the picnic table, “I know but think of it as exposure.”

“Exposure to what? Horny drunks?”

“Horny drunks that like music.”

Namjoon stared outside and frowned. After getting all the girls to leave, he was finally able to finish his discussion post. He actually made a plan to speak to Y/N. He knew she came to the sixth floor and thought it was the perfect opportunity to talk. Of course, his fan club followed him and of course, he watched her walk away. Nothing ever works out for him and now he has to watch her get close to Lee Ji-Hoon.

“I thought you were going to talk to her.” 

Namjoon rolled his eyes and turned to see Kim Seokjin giving him a teasing smile, “I was...why are you guys so invested in my dating life?” 

“Because you never like anyone.” 

“That’s not true.”

Seokjin raised his eyebrow and let out a chuckle, “Dude, are you being serious?” 

“You guys need to stop harassing me.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

Later that night, Y/N went back to the library and went to the sixth floor. Her eyes landed on Namjoon who was writing away. She let out a deep sigh when she saw him. She didn’t hate him, she hated the constant commotion he brings everywhere he goes. That goes to all the student council members, sure they were loud but she didn’t care about that. It was the commotion that followed them that annoyed her. She just wanted to focus on her work but it was impossible with them there. There was also the added layer of him being perfect, it annoyed her how in every speech he had he would emphasize this. “Be careful with your mistakes, it can destroy your future.” Very encouraging words.  

She started walking towards the back when she heard her name softly. She turned to see Namjoon with his glasses off and gave her a look that she couldn’t decipher. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrow while taking a headphone out, “Yes?”   

Namjoon felt his hands getting sweaty and gave her a small smile, “I was just going to say you have a stain on your shirt.” 

She glared at him and looked down at her shirt, this was the first time he was truly talking to her and that’s what he said. Y/N nodded her head and put her headphones back in, “Noted.” 

Namjoon smacked his forehead and he wanted to stab himself, “Why did I say that?” Namjoon got up and followed her. He tapped her shoulder and she turned around. She took off her headphones and gave him a deadpan look, “Yeah?”

“I-I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out, I was going to ask...are you really performing at Taehyung’s party next week?”

She slowly nodded her head, “Yeah, I am. Are you giving me your requests now?” 

Namjoon quickly shook his head and looked down at his shoes with a red face, “I was just excited to hear you play.” 

Y/N was surprised to hear this from him. Namjoon the golden boy was excited to hear her music, “Well...thanks I can’t wait to see you at the party.” 

She gave him a smile and walked away. As she walked away, she brought her hand up and did a backward wave. Namjoon felt an arrow shoot through his heart when she did this. Maybe he was a simp, “Y-Y/N, wait.”

She turned around and raised her eyebrow, “Very talkative president.” 

“So-Sorry, I just wanted to know...would it be weird if I followed you on Instagram?” 

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “You can follow me, that’s not weird at all.” She had to stop herself from laughing more, he was so awkward that it shocked her. The golden boy had a flaw and it was kind of cute. “Don’t tell Taehyung to follow me. I can’t handle him.” 

Namjoon let out a laugh and nodded his head, “He can be a lot but he’s sweet.” 

“He talks more than you.”

Namjoon felt his face get hot and she let out a laugh when she saw his flustered face, “See you later?”

“Yea-Yeah, I’ll see you later...Y/N.”

Namjoon watched her walk away and he quickly took his phone out. He shook his head, “I’ll do it tonight...it’s too early. She might think I’m creepy.” 

Y/N sat at the table and took out her laptop. She bit her lip and looked up Namjoon’s instagram page. Interesting... 

The whole school sat in the auditorium early this morning. It was another speech and Y/N wasn’t looking forward to it. These speeches made her shiver with uncomfortableness as she looked around to see if anyone felt the same. The emphasis of being perfect and looking forward to your future was too much pressure. She already had enough pressure at just trying to be alive, why put more on her shoulders? Y/N sat next to Woozi and sighed, “I can’t keep doing these speeches.” 

Woozi nodded his head and took a sip of his water, “I know...it’s like we're talking to our parents.”

“Maybe that’s why I hate it.”

Namjoon walked to the microphone with a proud smile, “Good morning, I am the student council president and I’m glad to have this speech. I just want to say...”

Y/N looked away from Namjoon as the speech continued, it was the same thing. She brought her headphones to her ears and listened to her music. She went through her phone as she ignored the cheers for the speech that didn’t make her feel. Woozi hit her arm with his elbow, she took off her headphone and smiled, “Is it time to leave?”

“Yeah, let’s go get breakfast before there’s no more.” 

They started to walk out but stopped when she heard her name. She turned around and saw Namjoon who was breathing hard, “Hey.”

She looked him up and down, “Did you just run off the stage to say hey to me?”

“I wouldn’t say run-”

“It wasn’t walking.”

Namjoon stood straighter and smiled at her, “Are you going to breakfast?”   

She glanced at Woozi and then back at Namjoon, “Yeah, we want the bagels before it’s gone.” 

Namjoon nodded his head, “I’ll see you later.”

She waved at him and walked away with Woozi. He looked over his shoulders and then back at Y/N, “He’s weird.” 

“I think it's...it’s cute. Like a puppy.” 

“You think he’s cute?”

“Like a puppy that needs a home.” 

Namjoon watched her leave and Seokjin wrapped his arm around his shoulders, “I can see the red hearts around your head.”

“Shut up, leave me alone.” 

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Tonight was the party. Y/N wasn’t looking forward to it but she was going to get free parking and lunch...what more could she want? She was dressed in a simple leather dress with a matching jacket. Woozi came in and handed her a soda, “You ready?”

“Do you think this is the right move for us? I mean-”

Woozi sat down on her bed and shook his head, “It’s different but I think it's a good different.” 

“I mean like you said, horny drunks.”

Woozi let out a laugh, “You said it's good exposure. What’s wrong?”

Y/N sighed and sat next to him with a frown, “We have never performed for the popular kids you know...the ones-”

“The ones that control the school. Why does that matter?” 

“If they don’t like it then they could make sure that we never perform again.” 

Woozi shook his head and took Y/N’s hands and made her face him, “Y/N, our music is what brings people together. It tells your story, don’t let others make you feel silent.” 

Y/N smiled at him, “You remember what I said.”

“Never be silent again because of someone else...”

Y/N sighed and stood up, “You’re right. This is us telling a story.” 

Woozi nodded his head, “I mean it’s mostly you talking shit about your ex.”

“I am a storyteller. Shut up.” 

“Let’s get some food before we go there.”

“Subway?”

Namjoon was getting ready for the party and he was trying his best to look relaxed. He felt so tense and it was because he was going to see Y/N without hiding. He was excited but nervous. He barely started talking to her and he hated how awkward he was with her. He didn’t mean it but it was so hard when she looked at him with that natural mischievous eyes. He flattened his pants and took a deep breath. He walked out and stood in front of Yoongi, “How does it look?” 

Yoongi put his phone down and looked at Namjoon, “Dude you look like you're going to a golf championship.” 

Namjoon glanced down and let out a groan, “This is my nicest shirt.” 

“You need to dress like you're going to a party. You're not impressing your dad, you're impressing Y/N.” 

Namjoon nodded his head, “I know...I just want her to like me.”

“Don’t try too hard.” 

Y/N walked into the frat building and she was looking around. There were groups of people dancing and drinking. The air smelled like strawberries and cigarettes, it wasn’t pleasant at all. She looked at Woozi, who was giving her the same look, “You think they have blow here?”

“Y/N, what the fuck?”

“What...it’s a good question.” 

“Y/N, you actually came.”

She saw Taehyung coming towards her and she noticed the red lipstick on his neck. She raised her eyebrow and then looked at him, “Yeah, where do you want us?” 

“Follow me.” She watched start walking away and she glanced at Woozi, “Are we going to die?” 

Woozi rolled his eyes and pushed Y/N gently, “If we die then I’m going to kill you.” 

She looked around and saw that they were walking into the backyard. She looked around and saw the fairy lights scattered along the fences and trees. The stage was small but it was workable. Taehyung turned around and gave her a smile, “I hope this is okay...I tried my best.”

Woozi gave him a smile, “It looks nice. Thank you for putting this together for us.”

“Yeah, I had so many requests to have you guys play.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this, “Really?”

“Don’t be shocked, everyone loves your music.” 

She watched Taehyung walk away and she turned to Woozi, “Well...that was shocking.” 

Namjoon entered and he immediately made his way to the backyard. He helped set up the stage for Y/N and wanted to see her face when she saw the stage. He stopped by the door and saw her setting up. The fairy lights gave her a soft glow on her skin and it made her look so soft. He took a deep breath and walked towards her, “Hey Y/N.” 

She looked up from her guitar and smiled at Namjoon, “Hey, I like your jacket. It matches mine.”

He glanced down at his jacket and then back at her, thanks Yoongi, “Yeah, I like your outfit. I mean it’s short...the dress.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow, “Are you telling me how to dress?”

He swallowed his spit and shook his head, “No, I was just stating a fact. I mean it’s a party and girls tend to wear short dresses to catch attention.” 

She glared at him, “You think I'm doing this to catch a guy's attention.” 

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I was just saying in general...”

She nodded her head and turned towards Woozi. She looked back at Namjoon and gave him a tight smile, “I gotta finish getting ready. See you later.” 

“Ye-Yeah. I’ll see you later. I can’t wait to hear you perform.” 

“Mmmm.” 

Y/N watched him walk away and she scoffed at him, “Woozi, did you hear him?”

“I did. He’s...He’s doing something.”

“Golden boy just loves pointing out things.” 

She strung her guitar a couple of times but she never noticed the brown eyes on her. Namjoon looked through the window and ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m so stupid.” 

Hoseok patted his back, “Yeah...you don’t have to prove you're smart to her. Just talk to her normally.”

“I want to prove to her that I’m worth something. Not just some guy that has a crush on her.”

“Then stop trying to put on a show for her. Just be you.” 

A small crowd started to form in front of  Y/N as she continued to tune her guitar. A girl came up to her with a solo cup and smiled at her, “What song are you going to play?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “I was going to do some covers-”

“What!? No! You have to do that song you played at After Dark.”

Y/N tilted her head at this, “You liked that?”

“Yes, I have never heard of it before.”

“It's an original song.”

The girl looked at her and smiled, “If you don’t play it then I’m going to protest.”

Her friends dragged her away and she let out a small laugh. She looked at Woozi and gave him a nervous look, “Should we play...”

“I mean it was requested. Might as well.” 

She glanced down at her shoes and then back at him, “Is it good enough?”

“Y/N, listen to your heart.” 

She smiled at this and nodded her head, “Okay.” 

Woozi gave her a thumbs up and she nodded her head. She looked into the big crowd and wiped her hands against her skirt. She heard the first beat and smiled to herself, “Call us what we are

Toxic from the start...”

Namjoon stood in the back with his drink and he watched Y/N sing her heart. He felt his heart beat faster when he saw the pure passion coming through. He carefully went through the crowd because he wanted to get closer to her. Her voice felt like it was pulling him and he couldn’t stop himself. He stood in front of her and he swayed his body to the beat. She was singing her heart and she was smiling when she saw everyone jumping to her music. Namjoon was so into the music that he didn’t notice the girl next to her was dancing too crazy. He moved his arm away from the girl but it was no use. 

Y/N stopped playing her guitar and looked down at her legs. She saw the alcohol or whatever it was in the cup all over her legs. She slowly looked up and glared at Namjoon. She let out an angry puff of air and closed her eyes, “Namjoon…what the hell is your problem!?”

“I-I don’t have one.”

“Really cause it seems like you have one with me. First you insult me and now you throw alcohol at me.”

Namjoon glanced beside him and pointed at the girl, “She accidentally knocked it out of my hand. Y/N, I-I would never.”

Y/N glanced at the girl and then at Namjoon, “Just stand back. I really don’t want to get angry with you.” 

Namjoon sighed to himself and nodded his head. He walked towards the back and he looked back to see Y/N already looking at him. He shook his head (mainly to himself) and went back inside the house. He went towards the guest bedroom and was shocked it was empty. He locked the door and slid down the door until he was on the floor. He took his phone out and clicked on Y/N’s instagram profile. He clicked the DM and sighed to himself, I’m really sorry. I know someone who can fix the leather if I ruined them. 

You better keep your promise golden boy 😘

Namjoon dropped his phone and he didn’t even care about the cracked screen. He got a kissy face from Y/N. Nothing in this world mattered. 

The next day, Namjoon found himself standing outside the mall. He was dressed in Yoongi’s clothing again because he really wanted to impress Y/N. He rubbed his hands against his jeans and took a deep breath, “Are you good?”

Namjoon's eyes snapped open and he saw Y/N giving him a raised eyebrow, “I-I’m fine.” 

She glanced at the jacket and then back at him, “Isn’t that Yoongi’s jacket?” 

“No, why would you ask that?”

She leaned towards the right and glanced at the patch that clearly said Yoongi’s name, “No reason.” She let out a small laugh and started walking towards the entrance. Namjoon glanced at the patch and ripped it off with annoyance. He ran to catch up with Y/N, “I can show you the-”

“Namjoon, have you ever been in this store?”

Namjoon glanced at the comic store and shook his head, “No...my dad thinks comics are stupid.” 

“Well thank god your dad isn’t here. Come on.” She grabbed his wrist and walked into the store. She started showing off random figures to him and even though he didn’t understand them, he was having fun. Y/N glanced at him and smiled to herself when she saw him smiling. 

They walked outside and walked towards the lunch court to get ice cream. Y/N glanced at Namjoon as they stood in line, “Why are you so tense?” 

Namjoon glanced at her and then back at his shoes, “You want the truth?”

“The truth would be cool, I suppose.”

Namjoon let out a small laugh and looked at Y/N, “I want to...I want to impress you.”

She raised her eyebrow at this, “Me? Namjoon, you do realize it’s just me, right?” 

Namjoon looked her in her eyes and held his tongue (That's why it’s so hard), “I know that...”

She let out a small chuckle and looked forward, “You know it's ironic.” 

“What is?”

“That you say be careful with your mistakes but here you are messing up. It’s cute.”

Namjoon frowned at this but then it clicked, “Cu-Cute?” 

Y/N smirked to herself and looked at the cashier, “May I have the sweet corn ice cream, please.” She glanced at Namjoon who was still looking at her with a shocked face. She rolled her eyes and tapped the tip of his nose, “You want ice cream or what?” 

Namjoon shook his head and swallowed his spit, “I’ll get pear...”

She smiled at him and then back at the cashier, “Pear ice cream too, please.” 

Once they got the ice cream in hand, they walked towards the table and Y/N tilted her head at him, “You’re so...interesting.”

Namjoon stopped eating his ice cream and looked at her, “Is that good?”

“It depends on how you see it.” 

“What does that even mean!?” 

Y/N let out a small laugh, “You need to relax.” She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and took it out. Her eyes widened and she stood up with an excited expression, “We have to go.”

“Go where? What about your shoes?” 

“The shoes can wait, Woozi got tickets to this mini concert. Asshole kept a secret until now, let’s go.” 

“Isn’t it kind of late for that?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist to pull him up, “Sleep tomorrow but tonight go crazy. Let’s go.” 

She finished her ice cream and tossed the wrapper. She smirked at him and grabbed his wrist again and ran through the mall while Namjoon tried his best not to spill his pear ice cream. Namjoon stared at her back with shocked eyes, he would have never guessed that he would be here with her. She unlocked her car and looked at Namjoon, “You ready?”

“Umm...I finished my ice cream.”

She glanced at the empty stick and smiled at him, “Now you don’t have an excuse. Get in~.” Namjoon tossed the stick in the trash and sat in her car. He tensed up, not knowing what to do. Y/N glanced at him and let out a small laugh, “You can move. It’s fine.”

“I don’t want to ruin it.”

 “I spilled sauce on my chair yesterday. Nothing you do can ruin it the way I have.”

Namjoon slowly untensed his shoulders and nodded his head, “Okay.” 

“The mini concert is with one singer. Nothing big, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Namjoon nodded his head and watched her turn her wheel. Why was he feeling hot watching her turn the wheel? He let out a small cough and rolled down the window, “I’m sure it will be fun. Who is it?”

“Her name is Jo Yuri. I’ve been waiting for this since last spring but it got canceled because of the rain.” 

“Oh, I know who she is.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow and looked at him, “You know her?”

“Yeah, my sister listens to her.”

“Then we have to get something for your sister.” She parked the car and glanced at Namjoon. She put her hand on top of Namjoon’s, “It’ll be fun, don’t be so tense.”

“I’m not tense.”

She shook her head and pushed some hair off of his forehead, “You don’t have to be perfect with me.” 

He turned his head and their eyes met. Under the street lights, he saw every little detail that he never noticed before. He leaned forward and gently caressed her cheek as she glanced down at his lips. Her phone buzzed and they both jumped away as she took out her phone, “Woozi is waiting.”

“Wait, how am I going to get in?”

“Sneaking you in. That’s the benefit of having a small venue.”

“Wait what?”

Y/N let out a small laugh and tapped his nose, “Trust me.” 

That night Namjoon did just that, he trusted her and the night was the greatest night he had ever had (minus the fact that the guard was staring at him).

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Y/N sat in the car and glanced at the tall building. The building was so nice and it couldn’t compare to her dorm on campus. Namjoon invited her over to celebrate something with him, he never told her what it was for but there was something in his eyes that made her say yes. It felt like he needed someone to be there. She couldn’t explain it to Woozi but somehow he understood what she was saying. She took a deep breath and for the first time she was nervous to see Namjoon. She walked through the hallway and her footsteps echoed through the emptiness. 

She knocked on the door and she saw Namjoon in a nice black suit. She glanced up and down at him with a raised eyebrow, “Suit?” 

He let out a small cough, “It's proper for this event. Is that what you're going to wear?” 

She glanced down at her simple white top and jeans. She looked up and nodded her head with a confused look, “Yeah? Why?”

“I think it can work, come in.” 

She had to stop herself from scoffing and she walked in. Everyone in his apartment was dressed in suits and nice dresses. It was uncomfortable. She let out a nervous laugh and she turned around to look at Namjoon, “What kind of celebration is this?” 

“It’s for my father.” 

She slowly nodded and looked around, “Well...I need a drink.”

She walked towards the kitchen leaving Namjoon in the living room talking to someone important. She picked up the fancy glass and sighed to herself. This was going to be a long night. She went back outside and looked at Namjoon with a nervous look, “Why am I here?”

“I wanted good company.”

She frowned at this and looked around before she whispered, “Why are you talking like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you're a person in a suit.”

He glanced down at his outfit and then at her, “I am in a suit.”

“You know what I mean...” She looked around the room and then at him, “Your acting...different.” 

“I’m acting the way a future CEO should act.”

She shook her head at this, “But Namjoon, this isn’t you.” 

Namjoon sighed at this and took a sip of his whiskey, “Listen, this party is for my father. I have to act accordingly and it would be nice if you do the same.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t want to fight.”

She glared at him and scoffed, “I’m not fighting. I want to know what you mean. Tell me.”

“You don’t act right. You change the order just to fit yourself, you can’t change order.”

“I don’t change anything, I make mistakes. Mistakes are okay to make, why are you looking at me like I killed someone?” 

“You can’t make a mistake especially here.”

She nodded her head and took a sip of her champion, “Well then...thank you for inviting me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She handed him the empty glass and slowly walked away. She heard him following him and she was at the door. She turned towards him and frowned, “If I leave, don’t bother talking to me.” 

“Y/N, don’t do this.”

“You just told me I don’t act right...like I'm a dog. The whole time you have talked to me, you’ve made mistakes. You're human, not a machine that is perfect.”

“Just stay with me for the night.”

She shook her head and slowly turned the knob, “No, you can’t even accept yourself but you want to change me. Goodnight President.” 

“Y/N-”

She opened the door and closed it quietly as he stood in the hallway with an emotionless face. He closed his eyes, “Fuck.” 

She sat in her car and ran her fingers through her hair, “Namjoon, why are you an idiot?” She started her car and drove away with brown eyes looking out the window. The empty glass in his hand felt so heavy like his heart. 

Y/N sat in the auditorium next to Woozi with a blank expression. Woozi glanced at her with a worried look, “We can leave if you want.”

Y/N shook her head, “No...I kind of want to see him.” 

“You sure. I could always hit him with my keyboard.” 

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head, “No, don’t hurt him. He’s just lost right now.” 

She looked up and saw Namjoon making his way to center stage. He was wearing glasses and his hair was all messy. She tilted her head at this because he never does that. Namjoon let out a small cough and ran his fingers through his hair, “Today is going to be different. I made a mistake...”

Y/N stared at him with a small smile coming up, “Namjoon...”

“You shouldn’t leave your life to be perfect. It’s a waste of time honestly. School is important and doing your regular responsibilities is important but don’t forget to live. If you just focus on school and all the other stuff, then you're not living. You're living in black and white when you should be living in color. Don’t be like me and be perfect when in reality you're not. You shouldn’t survive, you should live.” 

Y/N smiled at him and when he walked off the stage, she quickly made her way backstage. She ignored the stare from Woozi and she knew where she needed to be. She saw him and he turned to make eye contact. They both stood there and she gave him a small wave. He swallowed his spit and made his way towards her, “Y/N...” 

She jumped into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, “I’m so proud of you.” 

He blinked his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, “I’m sorry...I’m sorry for saying that to you. You act perfect. You're everything I want to be, I want to be like you. I’m sorry I took everything out on you when you deserve to be-”

“Namjoon, it’s okay. I forgive you.” 

She let go and she took his wrist walking out of the auditorium, where no one noticed them leaving. She went towards the library and he knew where they were going. They entered the sixth floor and she brought him to the table where she always goes. She pushed him against the table and she leaned against him, “How about you kiss me, golden boy.”

“I-If you want me to kiss you-”

She let out a laugh and grabbed the collar of his shirt. She brought him into a kiss as his eyes widened. He slowly closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist as he returned the kiss. She gently pushed him on the table and she straddled his waist, “Golden boy, don’t think you're off the hook just yet.” 

He swallowed his spit and nodded his head, “What-”

She took off his glasses and tapped his nose, “I need some fun too. Are you going to let me have that fun?”

“Ye-Yeah.”

“Good answer.” 

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Y/N stood on the stage with Woozi and she glanced at Namjoon who was sitting front row with a wide grin. She gave him a small wave and he returned it, “I wrote this song for a special someone...” She glanced down at Namjoon and gave him a wink, “Let’s go!” 

“아파트, 아파트, 아파트, 아파트

아파트, 아파트, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh

아파트, 아파트, 아파트, 아파트

아파트, 아파트, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh” 

Namjoon looked at her and shook his head. He felt an arm around his shoulder and looked at Yoongi, “I think she’s talking about you.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Kissy face, kissy face sent to your phone, but

I'm trying to kiss your lips for real (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Red hearts, red hearts, that's what I'm on, yeah

Come give me somethin' I can feel, oh-oh-oh” 

She sat in the dressing room and brushed her hair. The door opened and she smiled through the mirror, “You like the song?”

Namjoon's face turned red and nodded his head, “I-I love the song actually.” 

She stood up and leaned against her small table. She sent him a small smirk and started unbuttoning her shirt, “You want to show me how much you love it.” 

[sarcasticsweetlara]

If The World Ends We Go Together

Hunger Games au! District 7 Rebel! Jihoon x Female District 7 Rebel! Reader

Summary: Jihoon and you knew how to survive together, it was simple and steadfast, all throughout the years since your childhood to the harvest of tributes to the beginning of the Rebellion. You meant to keep it that way, even if it meant ignoring your feelings, but how long can it last as the dangers around you make you question how you could ever live without Jihoon?

Warning and Contents: Suspense, friends to lovers, both Jihoon and Reader think being in a relationship will put them in danger. Fluff. Reader is taller than Jihoon. Reader has aphasia (mutism due to damage to the brain language centers) and Jihoon and her communicate mostly through sign language. Jihoon with an axe; Bisexual! reader (if you are biphobic then dni), Reader with dark skin, appearances of Park Sunyoung of F(x) and Seokmin, Minghao and Seungkwan of SVT. Blood, non graphic flashback of a beating as a child, fights with guns and knives, hunting, Jihoon and reader hunt a bear together; burnings, almost drowning, and not accurate mention of CPR.

- xxx - oral dialogue

"xxx" sign language

*xxx* written notes

{xxx} flashback

Word count: 11,251

Image credit to: @vitaminkyeom

This is Part of the SVT CATCHING FIRE COLLABORATION

Playlist: Born to die - Lana del Rey; Ruby - Woozi; Cardigan - Taylor Swift; Snow on the beach - Taylor Swift; All my love - SVT; Dust - SVT Vocal Unit; What Kind of Future - Woozi; Die with a smile - Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars; Cinnamon Girl - Lana del Rey; Find you - Ruelle; War of Hearts - Ruelle; Margaret- Lana del Rey

MY MASTERLIST

You would never say you were a doctor. As much as you knew how to avoid certain herbs in case someone tried to poison you, how to brew concoctions and remedies, you could never truly diagnose someone.

That’s why at this moment, you were mad at Jihoon.

He had brought over to your shared home/office whose space could barely fit two people, a little girl whose bleeding left eye needed a specialist not a mere learning herbalist of medical plants.

- She needs the care Y/n, I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't sure you can handle it - while you were flattered by his words it also conveyed a little self-doubt given you barely knew how to keep people alive and how to heal some ailments, but you guessed you would have to act quick to help the poor child who did not deserve at all what happened to her.

And that’s how you found yourself going over the books you had stolen from a rebellious doctor killed by peacekeepers.

The book seemed to have more than 1000 pages and even if you were not an expert on how to treat eye ailings you really wanted to help her.

Finally you landed on the page you needed and tilting your head while turning to look at Jihoon you signaled for him to lay the girl on the small bed of your room that actually only fitted two persons so you had to move carefully to not startle her and not drop your herbs while you took your time analyzing the words to understand them better.

You put the bottles you were carrying on Jihoon’s hands and squeezed his hands turned fists to assure him of how important they were… and of course they were since inside of them were many ingredients essential for this specific concoction; sitting on your small desk you began chopping ingredients one by one signaling for Jihoon to put them back in place, then a while after giving your new patient a glass of water for her to drink as you put all of them together on a pot letting it boil with half a cup of water, adding on them a drop of another bottle you turned to look at the girl again but this time you saw the look on Jihoon’s face as well, he was staring at your little patient in an aloof way as if he was remembering something.

You couldn’t help but grimace. You knew what Jihoon was reminiscing, you woke him from his stupor touching his shoulder and indicating with a nod for him to take a seat by your side, as he sat, you moved to gently open her left eye and drop with a small dispenser two drops of the concoction you prepared.

"I'm here" Jihoon blinked and you made sure he looked at your eyes as you admonished him. "You are fine, I am fine" your hands were steady and your eyes never left his, your gazes were locked untilJihoon blinked again and sighed and let his head fall in the air.

"I know" he lifted his head as he signed "It's just" his hands were trembling "it's so unfair, she's only a child!" He signed quickly, which indicated how frustrated Jihoon felt.

"But you helped her" you squeezed his hands "she will be fine" Jihoon finally relaxed his posture and squeezed your hands back as he gave you a small smile. Jihoon didn't like touching people, but with you it was different, it always was.

It was fair to say that since meeting Jihoon and his father who worked as lumberjacks, your best friend Sunyoung and you were amazed by Jihoon's skills with the axe and soon the three of you became friends, while Sunyoung preferred to watch his axe skills and learn how to climb trees and create traps, and Jihoon knew how to defend himself with an axe you learned how to brew remedies.

It was hard for Sunyoung and you to read and be aware of your surroundings since at a young age you both had been beaten by a peacekeeper which ended up costing your abilities to speak and to keep balance and fully comprehend reading and writing, but soon Sunyoung and you learned how to ground yourselves through touching things, while Sunyoung always carried leave bracelets and anklets to ground herself by touching them you did the same but with a small chunk of wood. You would never admit it but it was one of the parts of the log Jihoon had once cut (also because you had fallen and spent a long while trying to get up as you felt you no longer had equilibrium).

You used it as a necklace and below your clothes, so that no one would try to take it from you.

"What do you think?" Sunyoung asked you as both of you were in her cozy room preparing to head out for work and Sunyoung was discarding what to wear that would not make the peacekeepers pay her any mind, right now she was wearing a new leather jacket she most likely had made for herself while you laid on her bed playing with her covers. As you pretended to ponder Sunyoung gave you a small pout which made you chuckle and in the end you gave her thumbs up in approval.

"It's good, you outdid yourself this time" Sunyoung grinned and with that you headed out towards the forest, you worked as part of the lumberjacking industry and helped move the wood logs to the factories. Since people older than 18 were no longer able to present as tributes, and therefore couldn't get more food according to how many times you wrote your name in the baskets, you had to work for Panem now to buy a little bit of food, though only the Capitol and the Privileged Districts truly ever got the gains of the labour.

Once you got to the forest you caught a glimpse of Jihoon as he was flexing his biceps to finish cutting a tree, before he could see your flustered expression you turned around to take the first logs to the factory as Sunyoung smirked at you teasingly while you rolled your eyes at her antics .

“Don't get lost admiring Jihoon’s muscles, focus on earnings money right now” she playfully moved her fingers “after all you can always see them when you two are together” that last statement which made you smack her arm as she cackled and your eyes popped up for her implication.

“Jihoon and I are just friends” you declared

“Best friends who want to kiss each other” Sunyoung attacked

“That's not true, and you better focus on your work if you want us to go back home without any punishments or beating” your hands were firm as you gestured with your eyes to the peacekeepers who were always eager to give punishments.” You warned her as the peacekeepers were looking at you

“Okay mom” she scoffed.

It was not as if you never fell asleep hoping to one day feel his lips on yours, of course not.

As you kept doing your part of the job: transporting piles of logs to the factory around 10 to 20 times per a day, you noticed the peacekeepers growing restless as they kept getting close to all the workers.

- I NEED YOU ALL TO LISTEN NOW! - One of the peacekeepers shouted when you were amid your 18th takeover making you still - There will be a curfew tonight, so when you are finished go back home immediately! There will be no considerations!- You looked around the area to catch Sunyoung but she beat you to it as she touched your elbow and then your shoulder.

"Don't worry about me, I will take the shortway, focus on going home soon". You wanted to argue and tell her you would take her but then her roommate Minghao approached you.

- It's okay Y/N, we will leave together, I won't leave her. -

Once you finished Jihoon and you got on his car to go back home and as soon as you arrived the two of you nodded, the agreement to bar everything and keep an eye on your weapons and the door, you held your revolver while Jihoon angled the rifle to fit between his toned arms... And wait, until the frequency in the radio finally changed. News about the Rebellion.

The rebels had found new ways to communicate indoors as protests and actions were done outside.

- We will mobilize from district to district- an off and cracky voice mumbled.

- You all need to keep this secret so listen carefully, start the journey towards District 13, grab maps to guide yourselves and take everything you need, but beware any peacekeeper, be as discreet as you can, District 13 will receive us as refugees, they have the power to end the Capitol from within, if we burn they will burn with us.-

Jihoon and you looked at each other, you would need to act carefully from now on.

The next day, as you were with Sunyoung you were tense, you felt as if the surveillance had increased by the amount of peacekeepers watching over you. There were 5 more than the usual 3. But even then, that didn't stop you from getting to quietly retreat further into the forest and find Sunyoung who was sitting in a wood log across Minghao, Jihoon and Seokmin. You waved at them and they returned it while Sunyoung acknowledged you with a nod as she turned to look at you.

"Did you listen to the radio last night? Many rebels are heading towards District 13 to join Katniss Everdeen" Sunyoung exclaimed. "We will need to leave in a few days - Seokmin looked around to see if there was someone close to you." The other day I heard a group of rebels who plan on making a trap to kill peacekeepers this week, it's risky but the distraction will buy us time to escape.

"It will" Sunyoung chuckled while grinning. "I helped creating it, it will give them a surprise in the mines"

"We can do this" Minghao signed, expanding his hands widely. "but we need to be discreet and gather everything we can, as soon as possible."

"I say we do this in a week, that will give us time once the trap is set."

"What do you think of this Jihoon?" You walked towards him to touch him with a wood stick as Jihoon looked at his shoes while leaning against a tree, he lifted his gaze to meet yours holding his head high to look at you and then sigh.

"We need to bring weapons with us “

...

As you had promised it, a week later the journey towards District 13 was set off. You were going to take different routes, Seokmin, Sunyoung and Minghao went together, with Jihoon and you then following 2 days after. It had been decided like that so you could cover for them in your shifts and deviate attention.

"Take care" were the last words Sunyoung said to you after hugging you tightly and leaving in the dawn.

After the trap set in the mine lands peacekeepers were less than before and that was an advantage and Jihoon and you started the journey then. However the already set beginning was delayed when the peacekeepers saw Jihoon getting into the forest when he wanted to get rid of the traps and beat him up, taking him to jail, he was only able to communicate with you by using the radio he always hid in his jacket.

-Y/n, in short words I'm in prison, they caught me when I was trying to destroy the traps, I need you to get me out of here. - when you listened to his words back at home you were horrified, remembering how creative the peacekeepers could get when it came to punishing citizens.

So here you were, sneaking into their District prison at night one week after he had been captured, wanting to memorize the place and know its weak points. You had managed to get in through a cord and a window and slithered until you saw the back of a peacekeeper. Slowly you got close to him and hit his head with a baseball bat, after taking his gun and his keys you looked for Jihoon, not minding the whistles from the other prisoners and when you saw his hair your waved your hand that was carrying the keys to him making him aware you were here for him. After opening his cell and hugging him you two went back home where you were attending to his wounds. As he hissed when you were cleaning a cut in his cheek you felt a little dizzy so you had to exhale and touch the edge on the little raspy gray sofa you were on to calm yourself.

“Sorry”

“Don't be sorry, I would still do it” Jihoon refused “if anything I'm sorry for worrying you.” he apologized

“Don't say that, I actually liked getting to hit a peacekeeper and taking his gun.” You chuckled at the sweet memory earning a laugh from Jihoon as well.

“You know with me escaping they will be looking for us, right?” he asked after some minutes but you two already knew the answer.

“Then we have to get everything ready for tomorrow.”

And that is how the next day you two sneaked through a barb wire border to avoid being seen by the peacekeepers. You were carrying a map and a dagger in your backpack alongside other tools, like binoculars, books, needles and lighters, while you were no warrior you knew a stab could be lethal and with Jihoon's guiding you at least knew how to hurt someone who tried to harm you, and he was carrying an axe alongside the gun you had stolen. Which was useful when you used one of the bombs Minghao designed to get rid of the peacekeepers of the border of the district.

The rebellion had started as all of you had seen how Katniss Everdeen had won the 74th Hunger Games alongside Peeta Mellark and displayed an attitude and compassion that soon became the symbol of resistance: Hope, in the form of the mockingbird.

The rebels had begun communicating through radios and in one moment, District 13 was able to communicate back and give instructions on what to do to defeat and overthrow Snow as well as indications about what to expect before the coup could be started.

Both Jihoon and you admired Katniss, after having to bury your last relatives due to starvation and the abuse of the peacekeepers, he was all you had left, and you wanted to protect him as much as possible. Even if you sometimes disagreed it was worth it as Jihoon had become your rock after all the years you spent together.

"Here you go" Jihoon gave you a piece of meat he had brought after hunting and you set a fire to heat yourselves as the autumn was starting to fade into winter. "It's deer meat, I hunted it, you should have seen me" He said with a smug smile.

"Show-off" you chuckled as you munched it and he laughed.

"Did you bring your concoctions?"

"Of course I did," you scoffed. "How else are we going to survive? I also brought my books in any case"

"That's good"

As you got up, you got dizzy and almost fell but you touched your shins with a hand while your dominant one went for the leaf necklace, tapping it three times to regain balance. Jihoon slowly showed you his hand, when you recovered you lifted your gaze and thanked him as he finally reached out for your hand and laid the dagger on your palm, squeezing your other hand which made you fluster but you hoped it would not be obvious with the little light of the sun in that moment that your cheeks had a garnet tone now as you lowered your gaze and walked hastily past Jihoon while he set the fire off and you continued marching.

As what you thought were 2 weeks passed you could conclude that the sky view was beautiful, getting to see the blue sky and the high mountains with no stop was a blessing and Jihoon and you frequently ended up admiring it, back home no one had the time and even less the idea of looking up to the sky, and even if the circumstances were not the best, you loved sharing these moments with Jihoon as you also admired his profile during the afternoons.

"How do you think the others are?" He asked you one night as you both stared into the fire lit in front of your mini camp.

"I hope they are okay, though probably Seokmin and Sunyoung must be talking a lot for Minghao" you said giggling at the thought of the two golden retrievers talking non-stop. Jihoon laughed and smiled at you as you settled into a quiet atmosphere, the flames were the only sound in the forest, letting you see the crisps in the air which made Jihoon's skin shine and in Jihoon's mind it made your russet skin glow as well.

You never admitted it since you were always focused on protecting the both of you, but you harbored feelings for Jihoon, it was love, which made you even more alert to any risks. You never thought about the possibility but the fact you two were doing this journey together made you realize even more how much you wanted to protect Jihoon.

“The sky looks beautiful this evening” Jihoon’s fingers emulated an explosion at his statement and it was true, it was a combination of orange, red and pink, secretly he thought that the colors in the sky made you look like an angel but that was a thought for himself as the red tones in the air and the forest gave you an air of a fairy in his mind.

“It is” you agreed, looking above as well and then your gaze shifted to look at him.

"Have you thought about what we will do when we get to District 13 Hoon?" You asked him with shaking hands hoping he doesn't see how you've suddenly gotten nervous.

"I guess" His fingers get fidgety "We can finally join the Rebellion and fight against Snow." You mentally palmed yourself at his answer, though you agreed with the plan, you meant what would happen with your lives after that.

"Yes, but what else will we do once everything is done?" Your eyes are focused on his. "We can get to live freely" He says after a while. "We could build a new house and have all the things we always wanted" you gestured quickly. "Create the garden you wanted and plant new kinds of plants." Your heart is beating fast as you look at him and gulp. "That would be nice" he says calmly as you keep staring at each other.

"We could still keep our weapons, just in any case" he chuckles, his eyes still on you. "Of course we can"

"And ... " He pauses, his lips trembling "get a new fresh start"

"You are right, for you and I" you wrapped up as you got closer to the fire to get more heat for your hands.

...

Three more weeks passed as you traveled when you came across a river whose current waters were flowing swiftly and gushingly fast in what seemed to be the border with District 9, and you had to think about how to cross it without damaging the radio Jihoon was carrying.

"You could keep your backpack and jacket above the water and in any case it gets wet then we put it into rice" you stated which made Jihoon hesitantly agree.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

"Ready?" Jihoon asked as you both were about to dive into the cold water.

"Readier than ever" and then you jumped, the water splashing on the surface and then Jihoon jumped as well.

‘Splash! Splash!’

The current was strong, you could not deny it, and it was hard to advance but you could not give up just now, as you kept yourself floating on the backpack you turned to look at Jihoon who was focused on his own task and then noticed the zipper of his jacket on the backpack that contained the radio was open and you lowered your head to see that indeed the radio was flowing down the river, which made you discard your own backpack to dive further into the water to retrieve it.

Swimming below water was not easier either, but you had to try and were close to catching it but as soon as you got it in your hand pulling it close to your chest you let out a breath which made you swallow water prompting you to cough and sink more into the water, you tried to swim above but your strength failed you and you could feel more air leaving you; you cursed yourself for failing Jihoon and not being able to keep going and were closing your eyes when a gush of water came in your direction. Jihoon. He had stopped swimming when your backpack collided against him prompting him to look for you and then realize his jacket was open and the radio was missing.

As soon as he spotted you he grabbed you from your shirt and impulsing himself with strength but care as he swam the both of you above the water and towards your backpacks, tying them tightly to support your weight upon them closing the jacket zipper, your limbs were longer than his which made him keep a distance to not end up drowning the two of you; once you were finally on the other side and finally on the District 9, dragging you to lay on the soil he made pressure on your chest to make first aid and expel the water from your lungs, as well as doing mouth to mouth resuscitation which he was not sure about but thought maybe could help.

Jihoon sighed in relief when he saw your chest rising up but frowned when he saw your lips and nails were turning gray, and he then remembered that was a sign of hypothermia from what you had told him once, so he was quick to pull you out of your cold damp clothes and covering your body with blankets after he started a fire to keep you warm. Jihoon would not let you leave him, he would protect you.

As Jihoon pulled your clothes from you he turned around to respect your privacy and tried to do it as quickly as possible to then place you in the two warm blankets. The newly begun fire was warm enough for now but then he would need to go for more logs. Good idea to bring his axe. However, he wanted to make sure at first that you were okay as you had fallen unconscious after being able to breathe. While sleeping you looked peaceful, from your parted lips to your eyelashes and garnet cheeks and the glow of your russet skin. Admitting to himself that he was in love with you was already hard enough, Jihoon didn't want to lose more people he cared about after his dad had been murdered by peacekeepers for daring work when there had been a curfew years ago; you were the only thing he had left and didn't want to lose you over feelings he was not sure would truly work out in a relationship and then you two drifting apart and dying away from each other.

No, Jihoon was completely fine with denying his feelings if that meant you two stayed together alive.

...

{Jihoon and you had met when you were both kids, you were 7 and he was 5, and it seems your very first encounter had already determined what your future dynamic would be.

You had stolen a slice of bread from one of the peacekeepers who had actually taken it from your friend Sunyoung and had hit her in the head leaving her unconscious for a week and from thereafter mute.

Your plan was simple, you wanted to distract him by sending a dog to chase him while you took the bread. But you never counted with him coming back so quickly, in your defense you would say the 7 year-old you barely knew about the running time of an adult thus you were surprised when he yanked you by your hair to the floor before you could even truly go away, at the end of the day you learned how he had left Sunyoung unconscious as he hit you with a metal tube over and over again.

Sunyoung and you gained more scars for life and you knew you had to always check every detail now. It was during your unconscious days that Jihhon came into your life. Jihoon and his father worked as lumberjacks and he usually sold log charges to people, and when he gave a charge to your father he saw the state you were in, all sprawled over your bed in the living room, seeing you like that stirred something in Jihoon's heart and that led him to teach your dad how to place the logs in a way the fire would keep itself and draw heat towards your sleeping silhouette; that had been the same advice he had given to the family of Sunyoung before, when her parents had told you about the kind boy who helped keep Sunyoung warm during her most vulnerable moments had melted your heart, just like Jihoon did when your parents told him why it was you now who was unconscious.

When a month passed after you woke up and Sunyoung was visiting you with her parents, Sunyoung and you were seated resting and when your mother called your name you noticed there were 2 people with her, she told you Jihoon was the lumberjack who helped both of you to survive your unconscious slumbers each one, when Jihoon tried to give you a writing of his working technique he frowned at seeing neither Sunyoung nor you were truly reading, to you it was like the letters were there but could not actually make any sense of it, therefore Jihoon opted for teaching you through watching.

- This is what you have to do -Jihoon said while placing a log of wood on the grass of the yard of your house, as he tilted his head he looked at Sunyoung and you.

- You might need to step aside - as Sunyoung and you looked at each other you did as he told you.

CHOP

The wood log was now split in two logs, they had cuts on the edges from where Jihoon cut it, your eyes were widened in surprise, you had never seen something similar, and to you it was the coolest did ever which made you give Jihoon the widest smile you could master making him smile in the process as well.

Since that day Jihoon and you became friends and made the promise you would always keep each other safe, which eventually made the two of you develop feelings for one another.}

‘Crack crack crack’

The sound of a fire aroused you from your sleep and made you shift your weight on your left side, making you groan when you could no longer fall asleep and reluctantly open your eyes slowly, frowning when you saw the night sky and the forest and hear owls tweeting, you turned your head to the right side and then saw Jihoon asleep on his own mattress across the fire, as well as the radio put in a rice cup and your clothes drying themselves in the branches of some tree which startled you once you became completely self-aware at the realization you were only covered by a blanket and that must likely Jihoon had to do it, which then made you cover your face with the covers. Great. Now how would you look him in the eyes after this?

If Sunyoung was here she would never let you live it down by teasing you. You thanked whatever deity was up there for at least sparing you that shame.

But not enough since the deed was already done. What bothered you was the fact of how embarrassing the situation was and that you nearly could have put Jihoon at risk, it was not like you weren't grateful but you just wished the circumstances for you lying like this had not affected him.

A shiver in your back interrupted your thoughts though making you hold the blanket tighter and then you saw how there was a gray tone to your nails, you then realized Jihoon had acted quickly to keep you warm. You cheesily thought it worked as more warmth settled on your chest then. He really took care of you.

You really were lucky to be here with him, and with that new warmth on your chest you fell asleep again.

Once the dawn broke you felt a hand stroking your right cheek making you drowsily open your eyes as Jihoon's warm fingers quickly left your skin.

"Sorry" he fidgeted and quickly drifted his stare away making you chuckle.

“It's okay” you stretched a little and then remembered you needed to put new clothes on and moved your hand through the soil beneath you to catch his attention and when he did you gestured for him to pass new clothes to you.

“Yeah, sorry, I will turn around so you can change”

As a headache was beginning to form you focused on the tweeting of the birds and how the wind felt against your hair and skin while putting your clothes on, once you finished you got out of the blankets and finally stretched all your limbs which had been a little numb in the end groaning as your kneecaps rattled.

As you walked towards your wet clothes Jihoon turned around and grabbed your wrist earning himself a questioning glare from you down to his face as you felt his warm skin against your cold one and he picked up your fingers extending them enough so you could see your nails still were gray. You had hypothermia.

“We can not leave yet, you need to get warm enough to recover”

You tried to protest but Jihoon lifted a hand making you stop.

“You almost drowned and I had to resuscitate you so you could breathe so if I say we need to wait for you to recover then we do it.” He declared and above his deep stare you felt yourself complying, even if you did not want to admit it. And he felt the need to make you understand because he had been so scared, you almost died leaving him alone and that was an experience he did not want to repeat.

“But what will we do then? Our arrival will be late, our friends are waiting for us.” you exclaimed.

“That doesn't matter” he rebuked “You need to be healthy and I will not risk it” it was then that you knew Jihoon was being serious. “We will stay here until you are healthy enough”

Easier said than done.

While Jihoon could use your books to look at the plants and see the instructions on how to prepare remedies he was not an expert at cooking but during 3 weeks he did what he could which you thanked him for as he made the efforts to do this for you.

“Hoon” you signed the shortened version of his sign “I think we could try to keep going, I've gotten better” which was true, your nails and lips were no longer grey “we can keep marching and in any case stop to see a doctor in District 9.”

“I'm not sure y/n” he rebuked

“But I am sure Jihoon” you insisted, “we could find some more herbs, the entire district is big enough to hide and take care of ourselves” you pleaded looking into his eyes that it was fine and that you desperately needed to keep going. Shutting his eyes and exhaling Jihoon finally gave in and let himself fall into your arms and as you rubbed his back you deepened the embrace not wanting to let go of him.

“Okay, but I’ll let you know if something goes wrong then I will say I told you so” he scoffed as you grinned at him. Jihoon may not admit it but he loved watching you smile, maybe that's why Seokmin and Minghao always pointed at him when you did it.

And that's how you two started marching again in search of wheat, edible fruits and somewhere to stay while you measured the unguarded areas of the District.

“I think we can get to sleep in an abandoned house, what do you think?” You inquired

“That is if we ever get to find an abandoned house first, we need to simply find an abandoned alley” was his answer which made you roll your eyes.

You walked and walked, only stopping to pick some fruits “you never know, Hoon” you told him when he stared at you questioningly.

And you kept leading the way, it was not that boring, actually it was nice to look at the sky and walk side by side in silence and admire how the sunlight made the trees look redder and more abundant.

“The sunset looks beautiful, don't you think? You exclaimed with your back in front of him, and Jihoon held his breath, he couldn't see your face but looking at how your figure was embraced by the light and the breeze made his face heat. An adorable view, even more adorable when you turned to look at him.

“Yes, it looks beautiful” he signed quickly at you. Your eyes were connected and you could feel like you were drowning in his chocolate eyes, feeling as if they took the air from you.

“It is” you straightened your relaxed position “for the meanwhile we can start another fire to sleep here” it was an abrupt change of topic but you needed it.

“Sure” Jihoon answered, scolding himself for blurting out like that.

…

The next day after Jihoon slept on Heejin's couch and you on the floor, you inspected the map to guide yourselves in where to go now as you were eating breakfast on the table.

-You should go northeast - Heejin's voice woke you up from your focused state making Jihoon and you looked at her as she walked down the hall, she had seen you from the end of the hall struggling to understand the map while Jihoon rubbed your back and gave you water.

-If you are going to District 6 then you should march to the northeast, it's the least watched part of this District - She mentioned

-How can we be sure?- was Jihoon’s answer-question which made you frown at him.

-Just like I was sure I would trust you to stay with me, also, I have friends there who could house you, it's a green colored house with an apothecary, it's in a mountain next to a river, you would be arriving there in 2 weeks - Jihoon had to admit that was a good answer.

In the end Jihoon and you agreed to listen to her and started marching.

“She was cute” you told him once you spent 1 hour walking

“I think she was average” Jihoon quickly signed, dismissing your flattering of the woman.

“Okay, I guess we all have different opinions, but don't worry, you are handsomer than her if that's what worries you.” You chuckled as you saw Jihoon’s arms flexing as he stopped for a while to tie his backpack tighter, but at your words Jihoon suffered a shortcut at you thinking he was handsome. Jihoon knew he was an attractive guy but seeing you think the same hit harder than ever before.

You turned around when you saw he was not walking next to you, finding he was looking at you perplexed.

“I mean” you nervously shifted “you don't need to compare yourself to anyone, and trust me when I say you are handsome not only because I'm your friend but also because you are very handsome, stunning and strong” you felt you were digging your own grave as you just rambled in front of him hiding your face with your hands, uncovering it when you heard Jihoon's steps and semi-lifting your head.

-Thank you, you are kind y/n and I do believe you.”

At his words you gave him a small smile and hugged him, as his tiny frame was wrapped by your arms he felt himself smiling as well by how affectionate you were and the fact he loved having all your attention for himself.

When you separated from him you quickly composed yourself.

“Sorry, but also thank you for everything Jihoon, like saving me from drowning and having taken care of me.” you looked at your shoes.

“It's okay, I would do it again if I had to.” Jihoon would always make you swoon more than anyone else.

As the days passed you finally found yourselves in front of the house of Seungkwan, Heejin's friend.

Though Seungkwan was not amused with the idea of sharing his house.

-I'm not into sharing my things so keep your hands to yourselves and follow my rules: 1. You eat when I cook 2. You will share the guest room 3. You will help me with my plants while you stay here, that's the only way you will get wheat to survive once you leave. - even though it didn't amuse you either to follow so many rules you knew you had to follow them if you wanted somewhere to sleep plus food.

“Don't worry, it'll be over before we notice” Jihoon tried to comfort you when Seungkwan went back to his apothecary he noticed your distress over having to stay for more time than you anticipated at first but it was necessary if you wanted to survive the winter so you would stay here for at least 1 to 2 weeks.

“It’s okay, I guess this is a chance for me to learn how to harvest, right?” You mentioned, trying to lighten up the mood.

Entering Seungkwan’s apothecary was nice, there were so many kinds of plants, drawings and concoctions in his shelves, and many plant books in his battered table.

-What are you doing here?- you got startled at the sudden voice of Seungkwan but quickly grabbed your notebook to respond to him.

*I'm sorry, I just was curious about your apothecary.*

-Well go be curious somewhere else unless you seriously like apothecary- his words were blunt and dry but you beamed shrugging at the last statement.

-Do you really like plants?- Seungkwan questioned in surprise and you nodded with a smile.

-Ok then you can observe - Seungkwan hummed - but don't touch anything.- He warned.

-I won't - you typed down and resumed your activity of trying to identify the different kinds of plants around you, and tilting your head you tried to focus on the words on the book to comprehend what it said about harvesting and health. You truly would learn how to harvest now.

2 days later Seungkwan let you borrow one of his books and sows after pleading for hours with the condition of returning the book once you were done.

…

Spinach, radish and carrots were aplenty in his greenhouse, and if Seungkwan was going to give you some of his harvest to survive then Jihoon and you would return the favor by helping him harvest more, and of course you would take this opportunity to learn more about harvest and make concoctions.

-Remind me to always travel with you from now on- Jihoon whispered amazed at how many pots you had already sowed.(5 which in your opinion was low).

“No, this is nothing.” You replied unsure

-Are you kidding me?- He blurted out -this is awesome! You do have a green thumb y/n- simple flattery.

-He’s right- now it was Seungkwan too -you are doing well, your boyfriend is only telling the truth- Boyfriend? Did Seungkwan think Jihoon and you were dating?

-What?- Seungkwan asked when he saw how the two of you froze in your tracks -I thought you two were a couple, aren't you?- he arched an eyebrow

Why couldn't you answer? It was simple, you were not a couple, just friends.

-Well then, you two are just very close friends, never mind- and with that Seungkwan focused on his other pots to your left.

-So, uh, - Jihoon cleared his throat “This is a good job” He told you even though his eyes were not meeting your eyes.

“Thanks Hoon” you also didn't meet his eyes.

As more days passed you could slowly see the growing of the plants which delighted you, and in turn delighted Jihoon too.

Seungkwan was perceptive about your bond being a really close one, if it was one way or another he was happy for the two of you.

Later on after you ate dinner Jihoon and you were out in the forest hunting, as winter got nearer every day you would need coats to endure the cold weather.

“Hunting down a bear will be enough” you were nervous about doing this, but you needed to do this and Jihoon was here so you had faith he knew what to do.

Jihoon was crouching on the ground where he set a trap with goose meat and fish.

-Alright, this will attract them.- He stood up and walked further from the trap with your gun in his hands.

An hour passed before Jihoon and you heard a growl in the distance which made you both tense in awareness, and then the bear slowly got close as he smelled the goose and fish (Jihoon identified the bear as a male) and grunted, however he soon felt something was off as he lifted a big paw and growled once again coming close to where Jihoon and you were standing, Jihoon was ready to shoot if it came to it signaling for you to move away so you would not get hurt, but then the bear lifted himself in his rear paws and his growl made Jihoon slip and dropping the gun which alerted the bear eliciting more grunts and growls as he put his paws back on the soil and ran towards him but you whistled calling his attention and waving to him as you ran further from him making snarl and growl at you giving Jihoon time to take the gun and stand up once again shooting the bear in the back before he had the chance to attack you, however the blood still got to splash on your clothes which left you shocked staring at Jihoon.

-Do not ever do that again- He scolded you as you only could breathe out your relief.

Back at Seungkwan's house you received another lecture to both of you. To Jihoon for not paying attention to where his feet were standing, and to you for having been so reckless in drawing a bear’s attention towards you.

“I'm sorry but back at the moment I didn't know what else to do” you rambled and Jihoon was the one to translate to Seungkwan as you were in front of Seungkwan's house with the body of the bear.

-Be more careful next time, I don't want the death of 2 people in my subconscious. - Seungkwan bemoaned as he saw you two skinning the bear making him gag in disgust.

-Do not worry, if it ever happens again when we are with you we will be more careful then - Jihoon blurted out.

-Thank you, now don't make me regret having you guys here- Seungkwan mumbled as he entered his house to sleep the thought of your hand skinning the bear away.

That night after you went to sleep the events that occured that evening did not leave you alone, images of the bear getting to and slashing at Jihoon did not sleep at all, prompting you to wake up after you dreamt with the bear. From your position on the floor you saw Jihoon sleeping, and you sighed at seeing he was okay, he was still alive. You knew Jihoon was skilled in shooting but the experience of this day of seeing him face such a beast had shakened you but it seemed he was okay.

However Jihoon was not okay, he stirred in his sleep and woke up when he could not forget the memories of you putting yourself in danger to save him, he had hunted plenty of times before but this time he got so worried about you getting hurt that he did not fully register where his feet stood nor checked if the material was secured enough, and as he woke up he noticed you were up as well and sighed waving at you and you let out a breath you were holding.

“I'm glad you are okay” Jihoon said

“Me too, I will never doubt your skill with a gun ever again” You replied

“Wait, did you ever doubt me?” He questioned your reply, astonished.

“No” you quickly reassured him “but today made me see you can handle anything. I just got worried, but I'm glad we got to hunt today” Jihoon chuckled and you did as well.

“We make a good team, you can not deny it”

“True” Jihoon acknowledged it “let's just plan out any scenarios from now on, don't you think?”

“Yeah” You breathed out, taking in his face, you leaned your body towards him and Jihoon cupped your face, and in a matter of seconds his soft lips were on yours, you were breathing into each other and your lips engaged in a chase for each other, Jihoon gave you repeated small pecks and you caressed his cheeks. When you pulled away you stared into his eyes and smiled at him which he returned.

The next day however, Jihoon and you were happily pretending the kiss never happened, and were acting as if it was any other day and in a silent agreement you would never talk about it again dismissing it as a result of the adrenaline of the day. It was not because of feelings.

As the days passed soon Jihoon and you had gathered everything you needed to keep going, which meant it was time to say goodbye to Seungkwan.

-Thank you for receiving us and having left us sow plants to compensate for what we took from you- Jihoon was translating for you to Seungkwan as you thanked him for everything he had done for you these days. -Oh, and also thank you for not kicking us out after you saw us skin a bear- Jihoon snickered as Seungkwan scoffed.

-I’m still traumatized, you two owe me therapy, you know- Seungkwan whined but even then he could not hide his smile -Also, of you two are going where I think you're going then take this- he took from his pocket a mockingbird pendant handing it over to you - you are gonna need it- you couldn't say you were surprised Seungkwan was part of the Rebellion and that you two were part of it as well, clenching your fist you put it into your backpack, its meaning bigger than you could ever know about.

-Wait but- Jihoon grimaced - do you not want to come with us? - He questioned

-I have a duty to protect my parents’ house and my District, I do not judge you but my fight is here- Seungkwan answered and his answer made sense, he needed to protect his home.

-Either way, thanks for everything Seungkwan, it was a pleasure- Jihoon sincerely thanked him.

-It was an honor to have you here, minus the bear of course - you would miss his sass.

…

Jihoon and you had advanced enough now to get close to the train station of District 9 which transported wheat to the center of District 6. The plan was simple: you would have to jump to the train while it was moving.

Its reigns were moving quickly as the smoke of its motors flowed through the air.

“I go first” you commanded. Running backwards and then forward to gain impulse to then jump, your backpack softening your fall in the empty wagon. “NOW YOU!” You expanded your palms in the air quickly for Jihoon to do it now who was running and at your command he leaned into the side running and jumping towards you, his legs thudded as he fell, breathing hard but then relaxed letting his body rest besides you.

As the train moves, Jihoon and you opt to stay in silence and enjoy the rest from all those stressful days, aware you need to let off part of the pressure you’ve been feeling.

Jihoon and you were laying next to each other, his head resting on your shoulder as he slept and you looked at the view and his face, smiling at how peaceful he looked right now.

…

As the days passed, Jihoon and you were finally in District 6.

Now you would have to remain low, not drawing any attention towards you, so Jihoon and you were using hoods to hide your faces.

Unlike District 9, you would have to remain away from the people as there were so many factories that were guarded by peacekeepers, thus, you needed to lay low to survive while you were here and bought water, seeds, batteries, knives and two tents to sleep in with the little money you had and then go to the forest to sleep there.

“I have an idea” Jihoon informed you that evening while you two ate dinner in front of the fire. “One of us can sleep while the other one watches if a peacekeeper is close.” It was a great idea, since that way you could take care of him and vice versa while the other one watched over your little camp.

When your second turn of watching over the camp happened it seemed mostly calm, until you heard the snapping of branches in the distance, as well as circumference cuts in your radio.

‘SNAP SNAP’

You quickly turned around trying to make the minimum sound possible looking at all sides of the forest, turning off the radio and hiding it under a bush, and taking your dagger and two knives with you, the gun would make a lot of noise, as you saw from if Jihoon's tent was open you quietly sighed after seeing it was closed, and you got further into the forest trying to see where the sound was coming from.

‘SQUEAK SQUEAK’

Now you heard and saw some squirrels running around, and they rarely did so during winter. There was definitely someone else in the forest. You crouched trying to look where they were with the binoculars you were carrying. To your far right side you saw three peacekeepers, you looked at Jihoon's tent again and you knew you had to distract them from getting to him.

Quietly you went to where the fire was lit and grabbed a log, hissing in pain when the heat burned you but still kept it in your hand, leaving cinders fall when you were more into the forest thus drawing the attention away from Jihoon, once you were away enough, you whistled and hummed the mockingbird song and drumming in a tree to then move next to another one and do the same again and again; it took less than ten minutes for you to hear the sound of a gun.

‘CLICK’

Holding your breath and using your binoculars you attacked him, launching your dagger at his throat, the sound of the slash spreading through the air, treading carefully you took your bloodied dagger from his throat and his gun as well draping it around your shoulder, going for the next two.

…

‘SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK’

Jihoon shifted his weight on his mattress

‘SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK'

‘HOO HOO’

Jihoon stirred over his covers until he sat after having his precious sleep disturbed and rubbing his eyes as he got out of his tent, growing alarmed as he saw you were not there. Sure, as it was your turn watching over the camp you would have to walk around but he saw that the radio was flipped over a bush and turned off. Worried, Jihoon took his axe and tried to follow for any hint you might have left behind.

Indeed you did after he saw footprints in a corner to his left, but getting close to them he saw the size and width of the footprints were not similar to yours at all and when he turned around he saw a peacekeeper pointing his gun at him. And then he shot but Jihoon moved quickly running and hiding behind a tree. Breathing and gaining courage Jihoon screamed to his right side

-AAAGH!!!-

But Jihoon actually moved to the left and threw his axe aiming at a forest hoping to scare the peacekeeper, which he did and when he turned around Jihoon took his axe back and pressed it into the head of the peacekeeper. Jihoon breathed hard as he removed his axe and from the peacekeeper’s head and groaned when a little bit of his blood fell over his shoes. Great, Jihoon would have to wash them now. But now you were on his mind, Jihoon needed to find you, and with that thought he turned to his left side to keep looking for you.

…

The heat of the log was still burdensome and you feared the fire would eventually burn your head but you tried to ignore it as you were looking for the other two peacekeepers, your binoculars helping you see in the darkness, as you lowered your head you saw a liquid body on the soil, crouching to touch it you felt the iron smell that was now on your index and medium fingers: blood.

Looking ahead for a body you found a dead peacekeeper with a nasty wound on the head but as you looked at the edges you saw that it must have been the result of an axe. Which meant Jihoon killed him.

…

Jihoon got tackled to the ground as a peacekeeper had found him on his way to a nearby river hoping to find you. Jihoon had caught the peacekeeper off guard kicking him on the shin and was able to elbow him and take his gun, but his foil had grabbed him from his knees and tackled him and in the struggle Jihoon let go of his axe; smart move, Jihoon would have to give him that, but at least Jihoon was able to throw the gun into the frozen river, cracking the ice and falling into the water which made the peacekeeper yell at Jihoon in rage.

-AAAHH!!- And he then overpowered Jihoon grabbing his neck and squeezing it with astounding strength making Jihoon choke, feeling his vision go blurry but then a slash cut through the air landing in the side of the torso of the peacekeeper making him scream in pain. Jihoon then saw how the peacekeeper launch himself at you, making you let go of a gun and a lit log, but you responded by taking the log with your bare hands and pressing it into the peacekeeper's chest, rolling him over to the ground, though even then the peacekeeper was able to kick you in the stomach but you were also able to stab him with a knives in his shoulder blade.

As you were fighting Jihoon got up and with the strength he could master went for his axe and plunged it into the peacekeeper's back and then lifted him him up dropping him off into the ground and plunged the axe again into his head, his blood splashing into both Jihoon’s face and your face.

Letting go of his axe, Jihoon helped you get up and you covered his frame with his arms, embracing and smelling his hair and you tried to both explain and apologize for the situation.

“There were three of them, I'm so sorry Hoon, I should have been more aware” you sobbed but Jihoon shook his head. “No, no, don't apologize, we are fine now okay, we both are fine.” And with that you two hugged again.

The next day after you woke up you were cleaning your wounds in the river, though the contrast of the cold water with the burnt skin of your hands made you hiss in pain. You needed to do it but it was agonizing, it was then that Jihoon got into the river, taking your hands into his and letting the water do it's work as he let your head fall into his shoulder as you breathed in and out; once the pain subsided you let him bandage you and your stomach fluttered when he kissed your hands.

You looked into his eyes and melted at his eyes watching you with adoration and love, his left hand went to your cheek and then he stood on his toes to kiss you, expressing his love and longing for you with each peck, bite and caress of your lips; after Jihoon pulled his head to breathe you kissed his cheek which made him chuckle.

“I love you Jihoon, I always have” You confessed

“Me too y/n, I can't believe I let this go on unsaid for so long, I don't want to imagine a world in which you are not there, I'm afraid to lose you one day.” He signed in flowy movements.

“You won't” you promised, hugging him and letting his head fall onto your chest.

3 Weeks later you finally made it to District 13, your relationship with Jihoon having evolved, no longer concealed by dreams or avoidance you just let it be.

-S, S, M, Y/n and I are here.- Jihoon muttered to the radio as well as sending the Morse code of arrival.

-Got it J, we will go for you- Seokmin's voice flowed through the air, you missed hearing his voice.

1 hour and a half later an elevator from the earth lifted itself, revealing to be carrying Seokmin and 2 soldiers.

-Hi guys, sorry I got late, but needed to bring security and the procedure to come for you.- His smile was bright and it was nice since it was like seeing the sun in the winter and Jihoon seemed to share the feeling.

-It’s okay Seokmin, after all, we need to catch up, don't we?- Jihoon muttered and Seokmin’s eyes traveled to your joined hands with Jihoon, the surprise and glee in his eyes pouring out through his expressions.

-I agree Jihoon, I agree.- Seokmin beamed

However after Coin proved to be just as corrupt as President Snow , the Rebellion was torn if it was right to keep living in District 13 but Katniss Everdeen made a speech about the importance of the spirit of resistance and to live the life our lost loved would have wished for us.

And thus, Jihoon and you chose to stay in District 13 and live together in a better house. Soon Jihoon got to work as a civil engineer and bioengineer, flattering you when he said he got inspired by you with your knowledge, whereas you had become a healer and owner of your own apothecary, assisted by Jihoon and Sunyoung.

Sunyoung had teased you endlessly when she learned about Jihoon and you, having mentioned how she always knew it would eventually happen and that she expected to be your maid of honor in the wedding flustering you.

Jihoon and you were finally able to accept you could survive together if you were in a relationship and finally be able to simply live and give yourselves a better life because of it, and even considering the option to adopt a child in the future.

“We are happy, aren’t we?” Jihoon asked you one day when you were out in the forest, after it got treatment for sowings, enjoying the feeling of the sun now it was spring.

“We are Jihoon, more than we could ever be before” you told him smiling and as he returned your smile you kissed him, enjoying the feeling of being with him and finally being able to love yourselves freely without fear.

[master-tonberry]

Woozi reacting to Mingyu doing the Sticky choreo

[bonebrokebuddy]

Unbeknownst to Wally, the notes are from Clockwork desperately trying to contact anyone who can actually influence the timestream outside the Observant’s watchful eyes.

After getting the notes to Bruce, they reveal the frantic ramblings of a [Parent? Mentor? Guardian?], desperately crying out for them to save his [word untranslatable but presumed to mean son, mentee, or child] from a government organization a few universes over.

The being, who introduces himself as Clockwork, reveals he cannot influence anything himself but can watch over the streams of time and has observed Wally’s ability to interfere and change it’s threads. If his [son?] dies, it will mean the destruction of all of the infinite realms (a cosmic foil to the speed force that’s a force of death and timelessness instead of life and the constant movement forward of the universe).

All in all, the letters are rushed, barely explain anything except location, date, what condition he’s in, and how to save the boy.

Who exactly is this boy? Why is he so important to the Infinite Realms? What are the Infinite Realms exactly? Who is this “Clockwork” and why are they so important? Who are the Observants? And so many more. All are valid questions, and all are entirely unanswered.

But regardless, with Captain Marvel confirming the existence of the Infinite Realms, that it was under attack, and the very real negative effects it would have on their universe if it collapsed; Wally must now gather a crew and embark on a rescue mission across universes to save this kid[? They actually don’t really know his status of age other than he’s younger and in the care of the mysterious “Clockwork” who sent the letters in the first place].

Batman, because… of course he’s going to go investigate what the hell is happening. Not only can his eye for strategy, stealth, hacking, and intimidation give the team an advantage in getting the most answers out of the government ages there. But Bruce also has so many damn questions, barely any of which were answered by the notes Wally received, so he needs to go into this mission to investigate not only this new alternate universe government threat but to get as much information possible before they leave, in addition to ensuring Clockwork’s child is safely rescued.

Clark is elected as he is most likely to handle whatever this government organization has in store (and Clark “got injured” in the most recent supervillain battle that smashed into the Daily Planet, so he conveniently has some time off while he “recovers from his injury.” But also because he heard a kid was in danger and, well, it feels wrong to not help someone in need).

Captain Marvel (god, they gotta get to know the guy more. he’s so damn reserved but is great at this particular brand of buck-wild missions), not only because of his incredible intelligence, invulnerability, strength, and being great with kids and teenagers; but also is primarily chosen for the team due to his knowledge of the Infinite Realms. He can also give live feedback on the state of the Realm that’s apparently actively tearing apart and crumbling! If something goes wrong, Cap will be able to give them a warning before all shit breaks loose.

Next recruitment is Patrick O��Brian, aka Plastic Man. His abilities of stealth (if he can keep his mouth shut), infiltration (absolutely), invulnerability (overpowered as high hell), versatility (dear god he can literally become anything or anyone as long as it’s in his own color pallet), and because he has a particular soft-spot for kids.

(Plas and Clark are already moping to each other about having to leave their respective partners (Woozy and Lois) behind. Meanwhile Wally is biting at the chance for just a tiny break from the twins, sorry Linda.)

Lastly, brought surprisingly by Captain Marvel is Booster Gold. His additional experience in time-travel and time stream manipulation will come mighty in handy during the mission. It helps that Booster has some “Bona fide genuine ecto-weapons, dudes! Let’s go and save Phantom!” that he brought from the 25th century. And, well. At least now they had the name “Phantom” from Booster to work off of.

Kon and Thad are notified to be on-call for the Recovery Team’s arrival back as clones were mentioned in one of the hundreds of notes and Clark thought it might be nice for the boys to have another friend they can relate to. Tim and Bart are close behind because despite Bruce and Max telling them to not interfere, they want to also meet the alternate universe breaking guy who has enough trust from Clark to keep Kon and Thad on-deck in case they’re needed to help the guy make some friends his age.

—-

This is rushed and not super refined, I just wanted to get the basic initial idea out of my head & get it out there. So sorry if this is a tad wonky to read at times, that’s my bad

Short DPXDC Prompts #576

Wally doesn’t understand these strange messages written on bright green post-it notes that keep appearing near him. Whatever it’s trying to say, the messages keep increasing in amount every day.

[hoshifighting]

Hello! I love your work 🥹 I hope you are well

Just wanna ask your thoughts on how the seventeen members would react to see you driving speed / you being fast on connected apps like ‘Find My’ heheheeheh

Thank you ❤️

a/n: thank u sweetie, i loved it!! im doing well!! <33 i hope i understood well.. like a gearhead girlfriend?... made w/ luv ❤️

WARNINGS: mentions of breakig the speed limit

seungcheol: “yo yo yo, slow the fuck down, we ain’t tryna die today!!” he’s literally shouting through the app, and you could almost see him gripping the imaginary 'oh shit' handle in the backseat. he loves you, but he’s lowkey shitting bricks rn, “bruh, this ain't fast & furious... i swear if we crash, it’s on you.”

jeonghan: sigh “baby, why you gotta be like this?” he’s too cool to actually panic, but you can feel him judging the fuck outta you. he’ll make you feel like the most irresponsible person alive while also making it clear he’s kinda impressed. “next time, let me drive so we don’t both end up with speeding tickets… but like… you kinda look hot doing it though, not gonna lie.” he’s smirking on the other side of the screen.

joshua: “ok but like… are we trying to break a record or what?” he’s nervous but trying to stay calm, but you can tell he’s clutching his pearls behind that smooth tone. “maybe, uh, we could slow down just a tiny bit? just a suggestion...” definitely trying not to freak out completely, but he’s one bad swerve from straight-up praying.

jun’s all for it, honestly. he’s got his phone up to show the speedometer on his end, clearly thriving. “you wanna hit 120? bet, i’m down, let’s fucking go!” jun’s just living it, probably snapping selfies like it’s no big deal while the car’s shaking at 90 mph.

hoshi: “wait—WAIT! y/n, no no NO, what the hell?? slow down before i shit my pants.” he close his eyes, dramatic as fuck, genuinely convinced y’all are about to fly off the highway. nearly crying as he clutches his phone. “i got shit to do tomorrow!! i can’t die today, not like this!”

wonwoo’s just... chillin’. he doesn’t really say much at first. just sends a simple, “you good?” text. he’s the only one calm in this whole situation. when you don’t respond right away, he hits you with, “bet you won’t keep up with the guy in the ferrari tho...” and you’re like, oh shit. he’s egging you on. he's vibing with the chaos, but lowkey wants to see how far you'll take it.

woozi: “y/n, you better chill the fuck out.” straight-up scolding you. no fluff, just pure frustration. jihoon’s too rational for this speed demon shit, and he’s already calculating how much the damn fine’s gonna be if you get caught. “if you crash, you better hope i’m not in the car, ‘cause i ain’t helping your ass.” classic jihoon—pissed, but still kinda impressed at your audacity.

seokmin: “YO, SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!” pure panic in his voice,like he’s watching a horror movie. “do you wanna give me a heart attack? holy shit!!” he’s basically pleading with you at this point, full-on hands shaking, worried sick like a damn mother hen. “i’m way too pretty to die like this, please, for the love of god, just slow down.”

mingyu: WELL THIS MAN HAVE LICENSE FOR IT, no fear at all. “you drive like a fucking beast, lemme hop in the car next time.” he’s fully living for the thrill, no reservations whatsoever. he’s gassing you up like no one would. adrenaline junkie.

minghao’s already over it. deadpan as fuck. “why you gotta stress me like this? i’m way too zen for this shit.”

seungkwan: “OKAY STOP! STOP! i didn’t sign up for this kinda trauma. you tryna die young, huh?!” yelling in the app for you to pull over before he passes out from sheer anxiety. “i’m never getting in a car with you ever again, swear on my life.”

vernon: “i mean, if we crash, we crash. kinda sick though, right?” no panic, no complaints, just lowkey impressed. “but like… how fast can you actually go?”

chan: “y/n, this isn’t a fucking video game!” poor baby is stressed out, clenching his fists like his life’s on the line. “i can’t do this. my heart can’t handle this. you tryna give me a heart attack?!” genuinely scared shitless. “you really gotta slow down before i fucking pass out in the toilet bro”

[seventeenreasonswhy]

SVT's Partner Asks for Some Space

OT13!Seventeen x GN!Reader

SFW / Light angst ❤️‍🩹

You had a fight with your partner <SVT Member> and need some space to cool off before you talk again. Here’s how they take it:

s.coups: petty lol. he’s like “two can play this game.” and goes on an unannounced trip with his friends or something. it’s ultimately giving you what you want but he wants you to miss him as much as he misses you. you’re a little annoyed that he’s not being more mature, but you guys work it out after a while.

jeonghan: jeonghan is good at conflict resolution once he gets over his initial annoyance/fear about you not talking to him. though he often behaves like a menace, he’s a naturally fair-minded person, so he understands when you ask for some space and he comes around eventually to be impressed with you putting up a boundary. he’s still a little miffed, but he comes out of it admiring and respecting you even more.

joshua: he understands but he is saaaddd haha. he is nervous about what’s going through your mind. he ends up leaning on his friends a lot and going out drinking to distract himself. he doesn’t do anything irresponsible, but he has to work hard to restrain himself from texting you for reassurance.

jun: he struggles with this, but he will always respect your wishes. your needs are very important to him, and when he thinks more about it, it’s a wise idea to take some time to cool off. he’s sad without you for a bit but he knows that it will make the next time you see each other and talk things out much more constructive.

hoshi: stressed, miserable, hates this lol. he feels so bad about getting in a fight with you in the first place. he blames himself for making you feel this way and spends your time apart planning how to make it up to you. he respects your wishes, but he is very sad to not see you every day!!

wonwoo: he understands, and he’s honestly still lowkey pissed himself, so you both know space is a good idea. he’ll get really sad after a couple of days, though. he won’t be able to resist texting you after a few days to check in haha.

woozi: forever the suffer-in-silence type, he’ll pretend that it’s no big deal to give you your space but on the inside he’ll be really torn up. he’ll miss you like crazy and be so worried that this might mean the end for you two. it wasn’t that big of a fight, but his anxiety will amplify it in his mind. he’d never cross a boundary that you set, though. it’ll be a really nice make-up between you two just from all the relief that he will feel!

the8: thinks that taking some space after a fight is a very smart and reasonable idea, even though he will miss you. he spends his days meditating and breathing through all of his feelings so that when you see each other again you are both calm and collected. he really loves you, so he wants to give you what you need.

mingyu: mingyu is really good at giving you what you need, even when it makes him sad! poor puppy haha. he hates being away from you. he would pout and whine to his friends about your fight, and you would feel bad picturing him all sad and lonely without you. you wouldn’t go very long without talking, and he would be sooooo apologetic and affectionate when he saw you again.

DK: oh man, he hates this haha. he can’t concentrate, he’s got such low energy, he’s snapping at the other members... he’s so distracted by your request. he honors it completely, never wanting to upset you even more, but he is dramatic when you guys reunite. He gets all pouty and sad, saying you abandoned him. You find this childishness lowkey endearing though.

seungkwan: pissed lmao. What do you mean space? Fine! he’ll give you space! ends up getting competitive and ignoring you, even when you tell him that you’re ready to talk. “Well, I’m not!” he says lol. Big brat. You send him the eye-roll emoji and tell him to grow up lol. This cycle will continue for a few rounds until one of you caves and then you will have a very sweet reunion.

vernon: totally understands, he’s similar after a fight. he does think back to the fight and replays it in his head a lot while you’re taking some space from each other, which makes him end up feeling kind of nervous. He’s really glad when you text him a few days later and say that you miss him.

dino: aww, babyyyy haha. he understands but he is so saaadddd lol. He hates being apart! Especially when you might still be mad at him! There’s nothing he hates more than when you’re upset, especially if he caused it. he would be worrying the whole time you were taking space. You would know this, and wouldn’t wait too long to get in touch with him because you don’t want him to suffer suffer.

[prentissluvr]

cabin, 3:17 a.m. — sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, hurt/comfort, injury, mention of stitches, 658 words. requested ! for my 800 followers event [ closed ] .

summary : a hunt goes badly, but sam patches you up and loves on you until you can finally get some good rest.

MOVED BLOGS TO @sammyluvr !! no longer active on this blog! all fics can be found there!

sam can barely open the cabin door with one hand. the lock is temperamental, and the key likes to pretend it doesn’t fit. but his other arm is keeping you from collapsing right then and there, so he has to manage like this.

finally, the door swings open with a frantic push from sam, the hinges of the old place in the woods protesting the movement with loud squeaks and groans. but he couldn’t care less about the poor state of the structure; it’s a damn miracle you were so close to one of his safehouses after getting injured like this.

“we’re here, we’re here. i got you, okay. alright, honey. you’re alright,” sam’s voice is steady and sure, but the way that assurances tumble out of his mouth tells you that he’s worried. he’s scared.

he thinks you’ll be fine. he really does, but he can’t help but feel so terrified that you won’t. it’s just that you have such a high pain tolerance after years of getting hurt all the time, but the gash in your side is pulling pained grunts and whimpers from your mouth. your head lolls on his shoulder, and there’s not a hospital close enough. he has to treat you first.

part of him prefers it; to be the one that takes care of you, the one that fixes it for you. but he knows he’s not nearly as good as a trained doctor, and that worries him.

that can’t matter now, though, as he shuts the door and locks it, then leads your stumbling form to the couch. strong arms settle you into the cushions, which kicks up a little bit of dust and makes you cough weakly.

“god, sorry, love,” he mumbles worriedly, voice plainly guilty and always so sincere. the coughing makes you wince in pain, and sam’s distress over your injury is raw and intense. all you do is grab his hand and squeeze it. he looks to your face, gaze landing on your eyes like he knows you want. all he finds is love there, a silent plea for him not to feel so sorry. your furrowed brows and downturned lips show the pain you’re in. but the look in your eyes spells out the words i love you.

“i love you, too,” he says, the words slipping from his lips without him intending it. one side of your lips quirks up. 

talking is tiring. you’re so tired, and you’re not sure why this cut is different from all the other injuries you’ve received to get you so vulnerable and weak. but to you, it’s fine, because sam is taking care of it. you know that sam will take care of it, you just hate how much this pains and scares him. so that’s why you push through the effort of speaking.

“it’s okay, sam,” you grunt out. god, it really hurts. it hurts to breathe, even. sam can see that. and he can see that you don’t like to watch him feel so worried. he puts on his brave face again.

“yeah, it’s okay,” he assures you. “i’m gonna take care of this. gonna take care of you, so you just stay awake for me, alright, honey?”

it works. his comforting words work. you relax a little, you believe in the brave front. you keep your eyes on him, and you nod. you squeeze his bicep when the antiseptic burns, you grunt in pain and grip his shoulder when the stitches make you feel woozy. you let go and lose your own brave face, because sam is there. 

because he hushes you sweetly, he murmurs soft assurances, and he holds your hand with tender love. because he dabs sweat from your brow and bandages you up, then carries you to bed. because he kisses your cheek and your lips and your forehead and fixes you right up. or most simply put, because he loves you.

[stayteezdreams]

Revenge, and New Friends

Plot: When your so-called "friends" decide to abandon you in a haunted house that you never wanted to go into in the first place. A witness decides to help you out, and helps you get a little petty revenge.

Prompt: You get left behind in a haunted house by your friends, and one of the cute actors helps you out and gets revenge on said "friends".

Pairing: Lee Jihoon "Woozi" x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Shitty toxic friends, border-line bullying. Mentions of fake blood, guts, etc.

Words: ~3.2k

As you slowly forced yourself down the seemingly never-ending halls and rooms of the large building, you tried not to let the resentment take hold as your "friends" walked ahead of you. You had insisted on staying outside and waiting for them to finish the haunted house, but they insisted even more on you coming in.

They guilt-tripped you into it eventually, insisting you were being a buzzkill and that they would feel bad for leaving you outside. Now, you regretted it completely. They barely paid you any attention you couldn't help but think it wouldn't have made a difference if you were there at all.

You noted the way some of them glanced back at you before whispering amongst themselves, but you tried not to let it get to you. You often found yourself being the butt of their jokes. You honestly had no idea why you still hung out with them. Maybe because they were all you really had anymore; friend wise.

Your body jolted at the jump-scare that rocked the room, you heard them shriek and laugh before they ran into the next room, leaving you behind a bit.

Jihoon thought you had come in by yourself at first, seeing the way you were by yourself behind the larger group. But then his ears caught on the conversation of the people going past the fake mirror in front of him.

"God Y/n really does suck with this kind of stuff." One of them said with a rye chuckle.

As they glanced back in your direction, he figured they were talking about you. His eyes lingered on you as he saw you clearly were not having a good time. Honestly, he felt a bit bad, but you did come in here yourself right?

One of the other spoke up almost hesitantly, attempting, in a poor attempt at defending you.

"Well, they did say they didn't want to do it."

"Yeah, you did force Y/n to come in." One chuckled, not really defending you, but not lying either.

The first one who spoke scoffed, who appeared to be the leader of the group to Jihoon. "They just wanted attention."

Jihoon found himself rolling his eyes at this. He had come across plenty of people like her. He continued down his walkway, listening to their conversation some more as he wondered when he should jump out to scare them.

"Hey," the girl began softly, a wicked smile on her face "we should totally leave Y/n by themselves."

The others glanced at each other, some of them smiling and nodding along, while some of the others seemed a bit hesitant.

"Oh come on! They deserve it after being such a buzzkill. Its harmless, they'll be fine. When we get to the next room, run through it as quick as you can, don't let Y/n catch up okay!"

"Won't they be upset?"

"So?" She laughed, "We can just say it was an accident."

Jihoon felt his chest tighten. 'What shitty friends' he thought to himself as he looked back at you, seeing you struggling to keep up because of your fear.

First you were forced to come in, and now you were being left behind for fun. Jihoon didn't know you, but he felt bad for you. No one deserved "friends" like this.

He stayed where he was as the group started their plan, as soon as they entered the next room, he saw them run off, their repressed laughter following their wake.

As you approached, Jihoon got a better look at you. He had to admit you were cute, even as you were obviously fed up with being here. A mixture of annoyance and fear on your face. As you got to the door, your face fell with the realization that you were now alone, and it made Jihoon's heart clench.

Were you scared? Angry? Sad? Disappointed? All of the above?

"Of course they left me." You muttered, unknowingly heard.

You hesitated as you looked back, wondering if it would be worth it to go back through the entrance and deal with the embarrassment. Jihoon wouldn't blame you honestly. You hadn't even gotten to the worst parts yet.

Taking in a deep breath you resolved to suffer with the haunted house rather than go back. Turning you began to head further in before something stopped you.

He wasn't sure why he decided to do it, but it certainly wasn't his best timing.

"Hey."

A soft gasp left you as you froze in fear at the sudden voice coming from beside you, you looked at the wall in confusion and Jihoon almost laughed.

You heard shuffling before a figure slowly appear from the darkened corner draped in bloody cloth. He lifted his hands up as he spoke, his voice somewhat muffled from behind his mask.

"I don't want to scare you."

Confusion washed over you as you stared silently at him. The scare actor didn't want to .... scare you? Was this part of his bit? To gain your trust and then do something to freak you out?

"Uh-huh" You finally muttered, obviously unconvinced.

"Seriously." He said as he took a step forward, only for you to take one back.

'Fair enough'

He let out a soft sigh, "I'm not supposed to be doing this, this isn't a way to scare you I just... I overheard what your friends were saying earlier. And that they planned to leave you behind, on purpose."

You heard the softness to his tone, as though he truly didn't want to hurt your feelings. Though it was too late for that.

Letting your arms fall you swallowed, "I already knew they left me on purpose. But why are you going out of your way to tell me?"

"Cause they seemed like shitty friends, and it made me mad." You could hear the angry tone in his voice, and it made your heart flutter.

You were used to everyone around you ignoring your feelings, now a stranger was upset for you? It was, new.

"Wanna get them back?"

You tilted your head a bit. "Huh?"

"Do you want to get revenge."

"Revenge? How?"

He smiled, but you didn't see it. As he started to approach you your body tensed, still not fully trusting him. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, his grip loose enough that you could pull away if you wanted too. But you didn't, allowing him to lead you back to where he had emerged from the darkness.

You saw pathways for the actors to use throughout the haunted house as the mystery man continued to lead you down the thin corridors.

As you moved in silence, you slowly started to hear familiar laughter and yells. You had gotten to the point your friends made it at. You could see them through one of the false mirrors as they clung to one another, enjoying their time.

Your chest clenched at the sight of them. Your heart jumped when the one who started it all spoke up as she looked back behind the group. "Do you think they're freaking out?"

They all laughed as another one spoke up, one you had known for a long time, who clearly never had your interest at heart. "Probably! I kind of wish I could see it."

"Come on, let's keep going. We might as well leave them here too."

"We can say we thought they left out of fear!"

As they laughed and moved on, your heart dropped. So not only were they going to leave you behind in the haunted house. But they were going to abandon you all together.

Jihoon could see the anger and betrayal on your face, he gently squeezed your wrist. "I wouldn't hang out with them anymore."

"I won't be." You tone was cold, and he understood why.

Looking over at him as he let go of your wrist, you watched as he removed the mask from his face. Your heart jolted at the sight of him, he was much more attractive than you had been expecting.

When his eyes met yours, he smiled softly, and your stomach swirled. He handed you the mask and you raised your brow in confusion.

This time, instead of grabbing your wrist, he grabbed your hand, sending yet another jolt through you. "Come on."

This time you seemed to head in a different direction to where your friends had gone, possibly to cut them off.

"Why are you friends with those people anyways?"

You hesitated for a second before answering, deciding for the short answer over the long story.

"I moved here for University, and I ended up rooming with some of them. I just kind of ended up in their group and never made any other friends out here."

You saw him nod in understanding as you entered through another passageway. Once you entered the next room, you could see through the fake windows the dark room your friends would be coming into next.

There were holes in the walls and chains hanging from the ceiling, fog covered the floor as eerie lights shined randomly through the room. There was various autopsy tables covered in blood and sheets, some appeared to have bodies underneath them.

"Stay here, I'll be right back."

As he left you by yourself, you felt odd. Not quite scared, but definitely uneasy. Even so, it was a lot better being on this side of the haunted house.

Hearing footsteps approach, you saw another scare actor come back with the one who had helped you. He was dressed as a zombie, and you recognized him from a previous room, he scared you as he shot out from underneath a table and grabbed your ankle.

"I hope you don't mind but I kind of told some of the other guys about what happened."

'Yeah, that's not embarrassing at all.'

The other guy spoke up before you could respond, probably to save your embarrassment.

"I noticed how they were acting earlier, I thought it was odd. But it makes sense now, shitty friends."

Seeing another guy dressed as a clown poke his head into the room you almost jumped, but held it in.

"It's almost ready!"

As the guys nodded you looked between them, "What's almost ready?"

"They had you sign waivers, right? Before you came in?"

You nodded, "Oh yeah, the one that said we can't sue or complain if we or our personal possessions get hurt, damaged or dirty?" You basically recited it and he smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, that one."

"I think I'm the only one who actually read it." The other guy chuckled, and you smiled nervously, "What exactly is going to happen?"

The one who had helped you stepped forward and lifted your arm that was holding his mask, "You'll see soon enough."

Your heart was pounding as you waited impatiently underneath the sheet, the metal table underneath you cold against your back.

Holding your breath as you heard familiar voices approach, you peaked from underneath the sheet.

Your "friends" entered the room, clutching onto one another as they crept silently closer. There was no movement around you, and had you not seen them hide, you wouldn't even know there were others in the room.

As a sudden, loud horn blared, making not only you but the group jump in fear. The doors behind them slammed shut, revealing two people clad in doctors' outfits, their makeup making them appear mangled and dead.

Your so-called friends screamed in fear as the actors ran towards them with shrieks and fake saws. As they ran your direction, you knew it was now your cue. Sitting up with a yell to draw their attention, you did as you had been told, pulling the string you had been holding in your hands.

No one told you what it did, but you watched as a fake body dropped from above the group as they ran past. Fake blood and guts fell from the body, directly onto the group, causing them all to scream.

You gasped in surprise as you watched as they tried to flee, slipping on the fake blood as they went.

They didn't escape the room before more actors jumped out, clawing at them and chasing them away. You watched as they yelled, cursed and screamed while disappearing out of the room.

You had been so shocked by the events that just unfolded that you didn't know how to react. Seeing someone approach you, you watched as he took off his mask, revealing the man who had helped you with all of this.

Removing the mask he had given you earlier you mirrored the grin on his face, finally feeling the amusement from the revenge he allowed you to have. The screams and yells of your now ex-friends could still be heard as they faded in the distance.

"Feel better?"

You let out a chuckle and nodded, "Yeah I think I do." Looking around you grew curious. "What usually happens in this room?"

He hummed as he looked around, "Well usually, it's an escape room of sorts, and that-" he pointed up at the body that had doused your ex-friends, "-usually only happens if someone pulls a lever that says, 'Don't Pull', which they do about 80% of the time.'

You chuckled softly as you moved to climb off the table, "Well I'm glad I got to experience it from this side."

He smiled, "Me too." Motioning for you to follow him, he led you back into what appeared to be a room for the actors to get ready and rest.

Handing him his mask you smiled softly at him suddenly feeling shy. "Thank you, by the way, I don't know if I said that yet."

He smiled and nodded, feeling shy himself now.

"Why did you by the way? I mean, you could have just ignored me or lead me out of the haunted house. Why go out of your way to do this?"

He thought for a second, "At first I was just going to ignore it, maybe leave you alone just so you could get through the building without any trouble. But then..." he paused as he looked at you, "I just- I don't know. Wanted to do more I guess." The words seemed forced, as if he wanted to say more but wasn't sure. "But it's nothing, it was fun honestly. Just promise you won't hang out with those creeps anymore, okay?"

You smiled and nodded while raising your hand, "I promise." You grimaced a little, "You aren't gonna get in trouble because of me, are you?"

He smiled at your worry for him, but he shook his head, "No, our manager is cool, he lets us do this every so often when assholes come through the haunted house."

You chuckled and nodded, "Okay, good."

As someone else entered you looked back, you saw the zombie guy from earlier, and beside him was the guy who had been dressed as a clown earlier. Most of his makeup was gone now and he smiled at you, "So, this is your new friends huh?"

Your heart fluttered a bit as your "new friend" introduced you, "This is Vernon and Minghao, and this is-" he looked at you and blinked a few times, both of you now realizing you never got each other's names."

"Y/n" You said with a soft laugh, "I'm Y/n."

They both smiled as your new friend stuck out his hand to properly introduce himself, "I'm Jihoon."

You shook his hand with a soft smile, "Thank you, Jihoon."

"Well, Y/n, wanna know what happened to your friends?" Minghao asked with a smirk.

You and Jihoon both looked at him curiously as he continued, "They got so worked up they started yelling at everyone. That one girl, the really loud obnoxious one, even threatened to sue because her designer shoes got ruined. The manager just showed her the waivers she signed, and she got all hissy about it. She's still complaining, but security is gonna escort them out."

Jihoon saw your face twist up with regret and he caught your eye pointing at you, "Don't feel guilty, they deserved it."

You let out a soft sigh, "I don't regret that part, I just feel bad for it causing you trouble."

They all shook their heads before telling you it was cool. "We love this shit." Vernon said with a laugh, "Makes it more exciting."

You let out a soft laugh as Jihoon gently tapped your arm, "Don't worry about it okay?"

After you were introduced to the rest of the scare actors, getting most of their numbers, having now, you hoped, made new and better friends, Jihoon walked you out. You managed to get an Uber, so you weren't stranded. The thought of your "friends" white interior cars getting covered in fake blood crossed your mind and you smiled.

Turning back to Jihoon once more, your stomach fluttered with butterflies. "Thank you, again." You chuckled, "I thought tonight was really gonna suck, but it turned out a hell of a lot better than I expected. Even if I did lose my entire friend group in one go." You let out a soft sigh at this and Jihoon felt his chest clench.

"You may have lost one, but you gained another."

He saw the doubt on your face, and he met your eyes with a serious gaze. "Seriously. You got a lot great with all those guys in there. I know them, they wouldn't have asked for you to keep in touch if they didn't mean it. Don't think it's just them being nice."

"What about you, weren't you just being nice when you started all this tonight?"

He shrugged his head, "At first yeah, but now... we're friends." He smiled, making you chuckle and nod your head.

"But if you're really grateful for me help, you can buy me a coffee tomorrow to thank me."

Your heart skipped in your chest as your ears grew hot. You nodded your head and smiled at him, "Okay, I can do that."

Hearing a car peeling out of the parking lot nearby, you looked over to see a familiar car speeding past. You let out a soft scoff, and the reaction told Jihoon who it was.

"I hope they get pulled over." You said softly, making him chuckle.

"That would be the cherry on top, huh?"

Clearing your throat, you looked back at Jihoon just as your Uber was pulling in. "So, tomorrow then?"

He nodded, "Tomorrow. I'll text you."

As you got into the Uber and said your goodbyes, you let out a long sigh. Your night certainly did not turn out how you expected, and though it started horribly, it ended hell of a lot better.

Thinking back on Jihoon and his actions towards you, your chest grew warm as you smiled fondly to yourself. You wondered if he would really become your friend, though, part of you hoped he might end up being more. A thought Jihoon also shared as he watched your Uber drive away, a fond smile on his face.

xx End xx

ugh, I kind of hate how this came out, but I hope you liked it. My brain has not been helping me with these lol.

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☆ SEVENTEEN AS PEOPLE AT SCHOOL

genre: highschool!au/uni!au

warnings: none

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☆ SEUNGCHEOL

the leader of the “jocks”. he's the guy you see walking around school with his varsity jacket on– even if it’s in the middle of the summer. he’s the literal definition of the hallway crush, whispers and giggles being a regular thing he hears when he walks through the school hallways, hand swiping through his pretty hair. he often sits on the wooden tables outside instead of the benches whenever he and his friends have their little weekly hangout-meeting. always has a lollipop in his mouth and says it’s for the girls but really, he just likes sweets.

☆ JEONGHAN

the king of debates. if you sign up for debate class, don’t think you’re ever going to win if you’re up against jeonghan. he’s the reason why so many people left debate class mid year but the teacher is so impressed by him that she can’t force herself to kick him out. he’s also widely known for being the mastermind behind his high school’s senior prank. besides his maniac pranks and his broad knowledge of law, he’s actually pretty fun to be around and some girls who have had the pleasure to go on dates with him describe him as an angel– even after getting ghosted.

☆ JOSHUA

the class president. he’s a close friend of jeonghan and thus, winning the class pres’ election was easy peasy. he only presented himself as a joke but started taking it seriously 7 months in when the school planned to cancel the annual pajama day. he acts normal but he’s truly just as insane as his large group of friends. the grumpy math teacher is his next door neighbor and he once gave her leftover cookies and since then, he’s been her favorite student– and the only student she smiles at.

☆ JUN

the cat defender. falls easily asleep in class and is often woken up by his classmates after the bell rang. someone once drew a cat on a wall in the gym hall with a marker a few years back and when jun transferred to the school, his name mysteriously appeared under the cat drawing. in his second year, he got detention for a whole month after bringing a kitten to school and hiding it in his bag every day for two weeks straight– he was only caught because the cat meowed during a test and none of his classmates wanted to fake meow to help the poor guy out.

☆ HOSHI

the school’s dance machine. when the school speakers play music, you’ll always find him bobbing his head to the beat. he gets his notebook confiscated weekly because he prefers to write down possible dance movements and new choreography ideas than math equations and english vocabulary. he has a pretty big following on social media after a video of him freestyling at the school’s talent show blew up. he now uses his popularity to freely make dance covers at school, students avoiding him in the hallways when he’s swinging his legs and arms around.

☆ WONWOO

the school library’s only visitor. ok, maybe that’s a bit exaggerated but he’s definitely the only one going there willingly! the library stinks and there’s no wifi, plus some rumors are going around saying that the room at the back the of the library is the go-to place to fuck, and lastly, the librarian is a bitch– except towards wonwoo, of course. besides him being the librarian’s favorite, he once got asked to prom by a senior when he was a junior and every two months or so, someone brings it up and everyone goes crazy over it again. to be honest, if he wasn't so focused on his video games and books he would see how many people stare at him with heart eyes.

☆ WOOZI

the normal kid. what else can i say, he's just a regular guy. he goes to school wearing his silly baggy outfits and doesn't leave the house without his headphones on. he meets up with his friends and has lunch with them. he isn’t quiet but he isn’t talkative either, only partaking in his friends’ silly little conversations when he deems necessary. he gets normal grades and enjoys his silly music class the most. he’s on the school’s swimming team and won a few silly prizes during competitions. he’s been the subject of affection from a few girls since the start of school and he’s been on a date once. really, he’s just a silly little guy living his silly little life– what’s there to hate?

☆ SEOKMIN

the theatre kid. you either hate him or love him, there’s no in between– fortunately, no one really hates seokmin. he’s a loud student, his laugh often resonating through the entire cafeteria. he’s always been part of the cast for the school musicals, landing the lead role in his first year, something that had never ever happened before. the only kisses he’s had were during rehearsals or actual performances but he knows he has a large group of fans so nobody can really tease him for it. one of the school’s old students still has one-sided beef with him because seokmin ‘stole’ his role.

☆ MINGYU

the popular kid. he’s part of every club on campus, and has a hard time juggling football practice with the weekly sessions of the photography club. in his second year he decided he wanted to be an architect and since then he always complains about the school’s awful floor plan. people in the art club always go to him when they need a model because he has the Looks and actually knows how to pose. he’s actually very fun and the epitome of your rich friendly student who deserves to be crowned prom king. he’s known around school for mowing the lawns of his neighbors for free, shirtless.

☆ MINGHAO

the fashion police. there’s no better way to define minghao, as his judgmental faces have become an obsession for people on campus. he loves clothes and the fact he’s hoarding a drawer in his roommate’s closet further proves it. there's’ not one day that goes by where minghao doesn’t eat with his outfit, nails painted and sunglasses on his head– even in the winter. if you have to dress up for something, going to minghao’s dorm for help is the best solution. he’s rather honest, not hiding his disgust or love for people’s outfits. he was actually voted prom king (mingyu ending second) and was happy the crown fit the aesthetic of his suit. besides being an absolute bitch when it comes to clothing, his soft laugh does ease people’s nerves more often than not.

☆ SEUNGKWAN

the gossiper. or in better words, the head of the journalism club who’s in charge of the weekly school newspaper and news forum on the school’s official website. seungkwan is, with no doubt, respected by all. truthfully, he’s a good student, so teachers often let him write in his journal for new articles during class. there’s one unofficial rule though– you have secrets? do not share them with him. you can, however, ask him about other people’s business, and as long as you give him something in return, he’s glad to talk your ears off. you’re safe if you’re his friend though, because there isn’t someone as loyal as seungkwan walking down the school hallways.

☆ VERNON

the skater enthusiast. he always walks around wearing big weird hoodies, holding onto his skate and if it's one of those days, a beanie and some funky shoes complete the outfit. his skate is like an extension of his hand but does he know how to skate though? absolutely not. his friends now have multiple bandaid and first aid kits in their lockers because vernon never bothers to buy any but spends most of his lunch breaks trying to learn new tricks– and subsequently failing. he’s a sweet kid but a bit of an airhead, often bumping into people and staring at the people talking at him until he realizes the reason he couldn’t hear them was because he still had his headphones on.

☆ DINO

the school’s unofficial cheerleader’s cheerleader. it was truly a tragic day when the cheerleading squad’s manager got fired for fraud– not because of the money (duh) but because of the now lost cheerleaders. dino used to do gymnastics when he was young so in his eyes, he was their last hope. he was a god at planning cheerleading practices and events and in less than a year, the squad managed to win back their spot as number one during the cheerleading season. the school’s reputation was restored and suddenly all the teachers loved him. dying his hair blonde during a celebration party was the last straw for many– his locker would be full of confession letters the weeks following.

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[buzzcutlip]

“fixing the other's hairstyle to let their hands run through their partner's hair”

this but with growing out buzz cut lip 🥹

Thank you for this, it's a perfect excuse to write a short cozy drabble :) I hope you will like it!

Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader SFW, fluff and established relationship (what's going on with me?!) 1000 words

It’s one of October’s first really cold evenings, and Lip doesn’t come home from work around his usual time. You don’t want to be the girlfriend that checks on her partner all the time, so you wait another half-hour, putting the ham and cheese quiche into the oven, hoping by the time it’s ready, Lip shows up.

The steaming dish smells delicious, and you’re famished after a long day at work, excited to eat something warm and homemade with your boyfriend. You check the time on the oven—it’s almost 8:30 p.m. Wiping your hands on the checked apron, you decide to give Lip a call. Soon enough, you find out that it goes straight to voicemail. That’s when the worry starts. You try to speak as calmly as possible when you leave him a short message, hoping he’ll call you back in a couple of minutes.

The rain starts to patter against the windows of your small flat, making you shiver as you put the quiche back into the oven. You grab a hoodie and thick socks from your dresser and settle down on the couch in the living area, which is joined with the dining area, clutching the phone in your hand. It remains silent.

Three more unsuccessful calls and another twenty minutes later, you fall asleep, curled up in the corner of the couch in the most uncomfortable position, cold and worried.

It’s the noise of the main door being shut that startles you awake. You spring into a sitting position, feet finding the carpet underneath them, your heart beating fast, vision clouded. It takes you a second to understand what’s going on, but as soon as you see Lip coming in through the hall, a heavy weight lifts off your chest.

“Lip.”

“Hey,” he says, apology lacing the word. He’s soaking wet, the rain darkening the color of his jacket, weighing it down. His hair’s pressed against his scalp and forehead, even as short as it is, making him look rather silly—silly and miserable. His nose is red, as are his fingers, which you can see when he sheds the jacket, throwing it on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

“Hi, baby.” His attention is only on you.

“I was worried,” you say, opening your arms for him, still woozy from the short nap, welcoming his damp but familiar form as he kneels between your thighs.

“I know, I’m sorry. My phone died. I got caught up at work, and completely forgot about the time," Lip says, his words tickling your ear where his mouth is pressed.

“I called a few times,” you admit when you untangle, Lip sitting on his haunches between your knees.

“Okay,” he says, looking at you closely.

“Not to, like, control you. I was—I was worried about you.”

Lip nods seriously. “I know. I don’t think you’re controlling me,” he adds with a huff of a laugh, cupping your cheek in his palm.

“You’re freezing,” you murmur, covering his hand with yours.

“I missed the bus, had to walk home. Got soaked.”

“Poor baby,” you murmur in sympathy, running your hand through his short hair, ruffling it.

Lip kisses you, his lips as cold as the rest of him, then your chin, then your neck. The touch makes you shiver, from the cold, obviously, but also from something else. Even after months of dating, Lip still has this kind of power over you.

He buries his face between your boobs, and you shriek in response, not expecting it, letting out a loud laugh. Lip loves teasing you, so next, he sticks his head under your hoodie and t-shirt too, hiding there and wiping his wet hair on your tummy at the same time.

“Lip,” you scream, laughing hysterically. You can’t help it—it tickles so much, the touch completely unexpected. “Come out and have dinner with me, crazy boy,” you say, patting his head over the clothes, trying to catch your breath.

That makes Lip peek out from under there, where you’re all warm and soft, and you smile at him, running your fingers through his hair again, this time fixing it properly.

Lip runs off to change into sweatpants and a dry t-shirt while you reheat the quiche. He crowds you against the counter as you devour the meal like savages, before rushing to the bedroom, laughing and stumbling over each other.

Lip grabs the blanket from the end of the bed and wraps it around both of you, pulling you close to him as you lay on your sides, facing each other.

"I'm sorry I made you worry," Lip says after a long stretch of silence. His voice is softer now, not playful like before. He holds your hand, the gesture innocent and genuine, reminding you of the beginning of your relationship. “I didn’t mean to… y’know, leave you hanging like that. I really didn’t mean to make you stress out."

"It’s okay," you reply, though the worry still lingers in your mind. "I just didn’t know where you were. My imagination got the best of me, I guess."

Lip brings your hand to his mouth, so you hear the next words as much as you feel them. "You’re sweet, you know that?" Lip says, his blue eyes soft as he watches you.

Your heart softens at his words, and you smile, shifting closer so you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. The flannel pillowcase is soft against your cheek. "Sweet, huh?" you tease gently, though your voice is quiet, touched by his simple confession and the lingering emotions from earlier. "Not too much?"

Lip chuckles softly, the sound low and reassuring. "Nah, just the right amount." He pauses, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand, a slow, thoughtful movement. "I like that you care… more than you know."

[sammyluvr]

cabin, 3:17 a.m. — sam winchester

cw :gn!reader, hurt/comfort, injury, mention of stitches, 658 words. requested ! for my 800 followers event [ closed ] .

summary : a hunt goes badly, but sam patches you up and loves on you until you can finally get some good rest.

sam can barely open the cabin door with one hand. the lock is temperamental, and the key likes to pretend it doesn’t fit. but his other arm is keeping you from collapsing right then and there, so he has to manage like this.

finally, the door swings open with a frantic push from sam, the hinges of the old place in the woods protesting the movement with loud squeaks and groans. but he couldn’t care less about the poor state of the structure; it’s a damn miracle you were so close to one of his safehouses after getting injured like this.

“we’re here, we’re here. i got you, okay. alright, honey. you’re alright,” sam’s voice is steady and sure, but the way that assurances tumble out of his mouth tells you that he’s worried. he’s scared.

he thinks you’ll be fine. he really does, but he can’t help but feel so terrified that you won’t. it’s just that you have such a high pain tolerance after years of getting hurt all the time, but the gash in your side is pulling pained grunts and whimpers from your mouth. your head lolls on his shoulder, and there’s not a hospital close enough. he has to treat you first.

part of him prefers it; to be the one that takes care of you, the one that fixes it for you. but he knows he’s not nearly as good as a trained doctor, and that worries him.

that can’t matter now, though, as he shuts the door and locks it, then leads your stumbling form to the couch. strong arms settle you into the cushions, which kicks up a little bit of dust and makes you cough weakly.

“god, sorry, love,” he mumbles worriedly, voice plainly guilty and always so sincere. the coughing makes you wince in pain, and sam’s distress over your injury is raw and intense. all you do is grab his hand and squeeze it. he looks to your face, gaze landing on your eyes like he knows you want. all he finds is love there, a silent plea for him not to feel so sorry. your furrowed brows and downturned lips show the pain you’re in. but the look in your eyes spells out the words i love you.

“i love you, too,” he says, the words slipping from his lips without him intending it. one side of your lips quirks up. 

talking is tiring. you’re so tired, and you’re not sure why this cut is different from all the other injuries you’ve received to get you so vulnerable and weak. but to you, it’s fine, because sam is taking care of it. you know that sam will take care of it, you just hate how much this pains and scares him. so that’s why you push through the effort of speaking.

“it’s okay, sam,” you grunt out. god, it really hurts. it hurts to breathe, even. sam can see that. and he can see that you don’t like to watch him feel so worried. he puts on his brave face again.

“yeah, it’s okay,” he assures you. “i’m gonna take care of this. gonna take care of you, so you just stay awake for me, alright, honey?”

it works. his comforting words work. you relax a little, you believe in the brave front. you keep your eyes on him, and you nod. you squeeze his bicep when the antiseptic burns, you grunt in pain and grip his shoulder when the stitches make you feel woozy. you let go and lose your own brave face, because sam is there. 

because he hushes you sweetly, he murmurs soft assurances, and he holds your hand with tender love. because he dabs sweat from your brow and bandages you up, then carries you to bed. because he kisses your cheek and your lips and your forehead and fixes you right up. or most simply put, because he loves you.

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and monopoly

how seventeen would play monopoly w/ each other

notes: im woozi. every single game i play, i always end up being woozi.

masterlist

seungcheol:

most competitive when it comes to monopoly. calls out jeonghan's cheating whenever possible, can never figure out how or when shua cheats, but is also totally down to cheating himself to win. has once engaged poor dokyeom in a bid for a train station that he raised way too high before suddenly pulling out, leaving dokyeom with -769 when he originally had 980. poor thing looked at his leader with the utmost betrayal in his eyes for over a week. also has totally owned almost the whole board before, calls it one of his biggest achievements in life

jeonghan:

the Biggest cheater (1). steals everyone's 50s when they're not looking. somehow manages to empty the bank of all the 500s, even though dino's been watching it like a hawk the entire time. has also definitely upturned the board during a game when it wasn't going the way he wanted, and has also definitely been nearly strangled by seungkwan because of it. asks if he can do aegyo or offers to do a dare instead of paying rent when he lands on someone's property, succeeds in making a deal 50% of the time

joshua:

the Biggest cheater (2). takes the little hotel buildings and puts them over properties that he doesn't even own, demands that people pay him anyway. has mastered the skill of looking all innocent while lying through his teeth and pinning the blame on a totally different member (jihoon or mingyu). gets extremely competitive when it looks like he has the slightest chance of winning and starts bending the rules like crazy, but if he's losing then he loses interest really quickly and gives up all his money and property to whoever looks like they're most likely to drop out any second

junhui:

makes up rules that sound really weird but also really plausible so the members don't know if they should trust him or not. has managed to convince mingyu that landing on the jail square when you roll means that you're in jail permanently unless you let the other players give you a dare to do. is somehow also passing Go every other turn of his. never wins, but never loses either: is always one of the last players still playing the game

hoshi:

attempts to be a cheater, is terrible at it. wants to win so badly, but he has such bad luck that he always lands on other people's properties and has to pay up. once spent the majority of the game in jail, bc he kept paying to get out only to end up back in there again, and didn't have money left to bail himself out or the 'get out of jail free' card. was the most upset when he had to play using a pawn from a chess set they had lying around somewhere (monopoly never comes with enough pieces for all 13 of them to play. weird, right? you'd think they'd make 13 pieces) and complained that even being the hat would be better than this. was then hit on the head by seungkwan, who was playing with the hat piece

wonwoo:

before they start playing he's constantly preaching that monopoly is basically based on luck and luck alone but as soon as it looks even the littlest like he's winning, he's telling them that monopoly is all about strategizing and budgeting and really the members could learn a thing or two from him—. only plays if he's in the mood to deal with all of their yelling tho, n normally says no thanks to the game when offered

woozi:

loses the most terribly all the time. 70% of the time, is the first one to give up on the game bc he's basically 100,000,000 in debt and he doesn't even know why. gets so angry this one time that he steals all of mingyu's money bc the dumb fool was stupid enough not to take it with him when he went to the bathroom. ended up losing all of it before mingyu even came back from peeing. tells them after every game that he'll never play monopoly with them ever, always ends up joining in the next time someone busts it out during game night

minghao:

always starts the game looking like -__- but as the game goes on and he keeps on gaining money, he slowly gets more and more excited and soon he's giggling every other minute bc people keep landing on his properties or he keeps getting good chance cards. the fates love him. has never gone into debt before. was so close to winning that one time that jeonghan flipped the playing board, wouldn't talk to him for five whole days after that. once owned both of the 'get out of jail free' cards in one round, refused to give them out to the people in jail unless they promised to do him any favour he asked for

mingyu:

never loses, but still loses. had jihoon steal all his money from him when he needed the bathroom one time, and came back to find out he'd pathetically lost it all. somehow always ends up playing the ship. doesn't know why he needs to mortgage his property, or how he even does it. asks the bank for loans, and chan refuses, saying he won't give him a loan unless he does aegyo. ends up still not getting the loan. has knocked over people's houses dozens of times while moving his ship round the board. ends up dropping out of the game halfway through bc jihan keep cheating too much for him to keep up and besides, seungcheol owns half the board and he doesn't even have any money left :(

dokyeom:

managed to almost win out of pure luck one time. has no idea what he's doing, asks his hyungs for help on every go. wants jeonghan to give him advice on whether he should buy a property or not: jeonghan either advises him genuinely or says the complete opposite of what would benefit dokyeom, depending on how he feels at that moment. has lost all his money bidding for a property before. finds it super unfair when jihan cheat him, starts whining and pouting so badly and throws his cards down in frustration. rarely sticks around till the end of the game, giving up and just watching the others battle it out across the board

seungkwan:

competitive. could almost be as competitive as seungcheol, but since he's competitive about every game they play it kind of cancels out so he's placed under him. fights any member who so much as looks at the dog piece, because that is his thank you very much. spent the entire game in a foul mood one time when he lost the dog piece to joshua. always ends up throwing something at someone during the game. never lasts until the end, throws his money in the air in exasperation and dramatically flings himself down onto the couch to watch the rest of them fight over the game

vernon:

monopoly is one of the few things that vernon can get truly competitive at. loves yelling at jeonghan every time he cheats, has also had to dodge flying pawns before as seungkwan threw them at him in anger when he landed on his ridiculously expensive property. always owns only a few streets, but manages to upgrade them so high that he's raking in money if ever anyone lands on them. almost lasted a whole game one time, before hoshi physically wrestled his cards out of his hands. he still doesn't know why he did that, or even why he let his hyung do that. 

chan:

is the banker. knows that he's terrible at games involving money, especially if it's against yoon jeonghan, so decides, for his sanity and his mental health, he'll never play a monopoly game against him. is also a great banker, apart from the times that money mysteriously disappears from the box. likes to sit back and enjoy the chaos that happens, knowing full well that their entire game could descend into even further catastrophe if he decided to withdraw the bank from them. 

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[seventeenytiny]

MTL - Pass out While their Partner is in Labor

Word count: 546 Warning: Tiniest mention of blood in Changbin's Author's Note: Still have raging baby fever. Didn't really proofread this heh. Also, if anyone (18+) wants to be friends feel free to message me :)

Most likely

Changbin - Okay so I think Changbin would just pass out with no warning, like he won't even realize he's about to pass out. He'd be a great partner, holding your hand while you're pushing and then suddenly he sees a bit of blood and just passes out. He'd wake up pretty quickly and just go back to doing his best to comfort you. Seeing you in so much discomfort knowing he can't do anything would have him a bit distressed.

Han - He's not going to pass out because it's graphic, he's going to pass out because it's too anxiety-inducing for him. He's just feeling too many emotions all at once. He's excited because he gets to see his child soon, but he is miserable seeing his partner in pain. He hates seeing you connected to all these machines, all the nurses going in and out of the room, your face scrunched up in pain. It's just too much for him.

Hyunjin - I think he might pass out once it starts to become a bit graphic. If he were to stay by the bedside the whole time and just help you focus on your breathing he'd be great. Although, if he takes a peak at what's going on down there I think he might start to feel a bit woozy. Understandable honestly.

Felix - I think he'd actually handle this situation pretty well. He will definitely be feeling a lot of anxiety overall though. I could see him holding your hand trying to comfort you while he is zoned out and staring at the wall. He'd be feeling random waves of anxiety the whole time you're in labor, once he realizes it, he will regain his composure quickly. Poor guy is just thinking of every possible outcome and is freaking out about it.

Bang Chan - Now I think Bang Chan would be a pretty solid partner to have with you in the delivery room. He'd hold your hand, help you with breathing, and even cut the umbilical cord. I feel like after the baby comes though he might experience a pretty serious adrenaline crash. We all know he isn't the best at sleeping as much as he should, this could catch up to him after the baby has arrived.

I.N - He's feeling too much joy and excitement to be freaking out. He's so excited to meet his future child, but he's also good at helping comfort his partner. He'd talk you through your contractions to help distract your mind from the pain as well as rub your arm.

Lee Know - He's a tough guy, at least good at looking like one. Honestly, I feel like he'd want to be pretty involved in the birth process. I could see him as the type to want to catch the baby once it comes out. He wants the first hands on his baby to be either you or him, not a doctor or nurse.

Seungmin - He acts super tough because he feels someone has to. He doesn't want to stress you out more than you already are so he just does literally everything you tell him. Even if he is freaking out on the inside he won't show it, he wants you to know you can count on him.

Least likely

[edosianorchids901]

The Ways of Love

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "in the heart"

Cw: blood and injury

As Crowley fell back, arrow sticking out of his chest, he vaguely thought it was a prime opportunity for a joke. Something something, shot in the heart, fall in love? Was that how it went? Eros, Cupid, whatever?

He crashed into the ground and laid there, staring at the blue sky. Fluffy white clouds danced along, herded by a gentle breeze. It was a nice view.

Nice place, honestly. Meadow with flowers and everything. Or at least, it had been a nice place before he started bleeding all over it.

Woozy, he turned to look at the grass. Yep. That was a lot of blood. And that sure was an arrow sticking out of his chest.

“Crowley! Oh dear!” Aziraphale wavered into view above him, eyes wide. He was carrying a bow. “Are you quite all right?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Crowley trudged through the pain-hazed bog of his mind in search of a proper joke. “Cupid.”

“What?” Frowning, Aziraphale bent over him. “What about Cupid?”

“You make a bloody awful one,” Crowley complained, and then passed out.

Well, more or less passed out. He was vaguely aware of being moved, of being in loads of pain, and of someone holding his hand.

The hand holding was nice. He liked it. Or at least, he would have liked it if he was conscious enough to appreciate it, and also if Aziraphale hadn’t just shot him.

For that matter, why had Aziraphale shot him? It was very unusual. Sure, he and Aziraphale were technically enemies, but they didn’t generally go around shooting each other. What was that about? Why would he do that?

Getting more offended as he thought about it, Crowley opened his eyes. He was on a boat or something, based on the gentle motion and the sails blocking the sun. Aziraphale sat beside him, holding his hand.

Crowley blinked a few times, then squinted at Aziraphale. “Well? Well?”

“Well what?” Aziraphale asked.

“Well, why did you shoot me?”

“I did not shoot you!”

Crowley cast a very deliberate look at his chest. There wasn’t an arrow sticking out of it anymore, which was nice, but bloody bandages covered the area. “Someone did. And you had a bow.”

“Yes, well. I-I’m afraid I was with a hunting party. You know, of noblemen and such. I was attempting to convince them to be more charitable to the poor.” Looking embarrassed, Aziraphale patted his hand. “One of the humans in my party shot you.”

That did make more sense. “On purpose, was it?”

“I’m afraid so. They thought you were a poacher.”

“Why would they think that? I didn’t have a bloody bow or anything, did I?”

“You might have set snares.”

“Right. Right.” Crowley glanced around. “So. Boat?”

“Mhm. It’s quite a nice boat, really. I think you’ll appreciate it much more, once you feel better. We’re going up the Thames to a very nice hall.” Aziraphale gazed at him for a moment. “What did you mean earlier?”

Considering the frequency with which he and Aziraphale resumed conversations that they’d started years prior, Crowley had no idea what that meant. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific than that, angel.”

“Oh. Um. Yes.” Aziraphale blushed. “What did you mean about Cupid, just before you fainted?”

Oh, that. “I was trying to make a joke.”

“About what?”

“About you shooting me in the heart.”

Aziraphale gave him an indignant look. “But I didn’t shoot you!”

“Right. Right. But… joke.” Gosh, Crowley still felt awful. “Anyway, being shot with Cupid’s arrow is supposed to make you fall in love or whatever, right?”

“Right,” Aziraphale said cautiously. “Are you flirting with me, Crowley?”

“No! Definitely not.” For a moment, Crowley stared at him. “Unless you want me to.”

At that, Aziraphale smiled. “I am deeply flattered, my dear, but I’m afraid I don’t really, um… I don’t have much of an interest in romance outside of stories.”

“Perfect. Me neither.” Crowley grinned and tried to sit up. He quickly stopped grinning and laid back, breathless with pain. “Ow. Okay, no moving.”

“I do think not moving is a better idea. Actually, now that you’re not so weak, I ought to try to heal that up.”

“Ngh.” Crowley laid there, thinking. “What if I flirt with you non-romantically? I mean. I mean. We are sort of partners or whatever, right? Arrangement and everything?”

Aziraphale’s expression went very soft, and he nodded as he fussed over the wound. He peeled the bandages back and bent, studying it. “Yes, I suppose we are. As much as an angel and a demon can be partners, anyway.”

“Yeah.” As far as Crowley was concerned, their individual sides really weren’t turning out to matter all that much. “So. Flirting? Non-romantically?”

“One moment.” Aziraphale pressed his hand to Crowley’s chest, right over his heart. “No more hole.”

Angelic power flooded through the wound, and Crowley hissed at the slight burn. But then, the overall pain dropped, and he relaxed. “Gosh. Thanks, that helps.”

“Of course. Quite happy to help. Since my attempts to encourage kindness and such among the humans seem to have failed, I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.” Smiling again, Aziraphale took his hand and squeezed. “Anyway. Flirt away.”

Crowley opened his mouth, then closed it. He frowned.

“Well?” Aziraphale prompted.

“Er.” Crowley sighed. “I have absolutely no idea how to flirt. Do you?”

“Not in the slightest.” Aziraphale patted his hand. “Why don’t we get some wine and have a nice argument about human charity instead?”

Crowley grinned. He already loved Aziraphale, in his own way, and he didn’t need to be shot with an arrow for that love to kick in. “Perfect. You start.”

[nostalgiacauseitstrendy]

Unexpected Delivery- Kabal x F!Reader

So I had an idea of a reader who gets unexpectedly pregnant by Kabal and potential interactions the reader might have with other kombatants as a result of them finding out they're pregnant.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, bodily functions, abortion thoughts.

Background:

Y/n is a kombatant, morally grey. Grew up in the south side of Chicago, living vagrantly and poor. Pick your own skills/abilities. Y/n is sometimes on the side of good, sometimes not. Y/n interacts with the Black Dragon faction every now and then for quick missions for quick pay, although she is not a dedicated member (merc; she doesn't like killing unnecessarily). Y/n and Kabal have been dating and getting busy for the past 10 months (and its poorly kept secret, everyone knows). Also (b/c this is my story, fight me) you are really close to Mileena. Y/n realizes Mileena is just misunderstood and just wants to be accepted and loved :) (this is relevant later).

Story:

"Fuck, fuck!" y/n paced in her bathroom what seemed like an eternity before shakily picking up the third and final pregnancy test off the side of their bathtub.

The two lines flipped Y/n's denial back on its head. Y/n was pregnant, and she had suspected so for a couple of weeks. Frequent urination, body aches, sore nips- all the alarms went off for Y/n, but those parallel pink lines struck like a ton of bricks. Was it worth telling Kabal? Should she just terminate? How far along was she? Y/n had to lean against the sink as these thoughts made her woozy.

Y/n unlocked her phone and began to type a long message to the speedster, but selected it all and deleted it. Y/n was lost in infinite possibilities. She would have to stop doing runs for the Black Dragon. What about Kabal? Y/n did not want their child to be exposed to any of the criminal syndicate, especially...Kano.

The words though, their child rung in Y/n's head, immediately spurring a flurry of butterflies in her stomach. She imagined Kabal with a goofy grin, speeding around with their child. She knew from the few times he's spoke on it, he values family and wants a big family of his own. She imagined their little family watching nerdy movies like Star Wars or Ninja Mime...

Y/n swattted at the air as to physically dismiss her thoughts. She had a mission today and that came first. She decided if she was going to tell Kabal, it would be after she completed this mission.

...

Y/n had to pick up some packages for the Black Dragon. Minus an excessive amount of stealth, this should have been a straight-forward and easy mission. All Y/n had to do was bust open the back of the truck and steal the two smallest boxes. Y/n drew a ragged breath before engaging. Looking through the poorly lit truck, she found the two smallest boxes surrounded by piles of larger boxes keeping those two in place. What are in the boxes? Who knows, Y/n does not ask, as she likes to keep some emotional investment apart from her despicable position. She does this for money, not for shits and giggles.

Reminiscing on her days homeless on the streets of Chicago, Y/n quickly moved the larger boxes before snatching the two and taking off. Despite her speedy pace, Y/n was not as fast as she normally would be, knowing damn well why. This cost her, however, as gunfire began to ring out. Y/n dashed off as fast as she could, but took a bullet near her lower abdomen. Y/n screeched in pain, but also fear- what about her baby?

Y/n gritted her teeth and kept running as fast she could, bleeding out in the process. Y/n reached the Black Dragon compound after 10 minutes of running. As she pushed the doors open, she drew a ragged breath, and the floor began to speed towards her. Everything went black.

...

Y/n groaned and winced, perceiving the bright lights of the infirmary through her eyelids. Realization hit Y/n like a ton of bricks, however, and she sat quickly and violently upright. Y/n let out a grunt before taking in her surroundings. As she quickly surveyed the room, her eyes met with a mask all too familiar. In a millisecond he was at her bedside, speaking 100 miles per hour. All Y/n could make out is "what the fuck happened?" "I'll never let you go on a mission alone again." "Those fuckers are going to pay..." Y/n drowned out Kabal's stammering once she saw a medic.

Staring at y/n, y/n asked the head medic, in merely a whimper, "how is my baby?" Dumbfounded, but lightly amused, Kabal said "I'm fine but what the hell happened to you? Are you okay?" Y/n would have laughed had not the situation been dire.

"The bullet just barely missed the babies. We ran some tests, from we can tell, the babies are healthy for three months." Holy shit, three months? BABIES? PLURAL?

Although he had a mask on, you knew Kabal was blank. For what felt like years, he did not say a word. Then, merely a pained whisper, Kabal asked, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I planned to tell you right after my mission. I legitimately found out this morning. I was still processing it myself."

Kabal sat quietly, before walking away. "Kabal, wai-," he was already gone. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. Was he just going to throw everything away? Just leave just like that? All the crying and the morphine began to takeover, and Y/n began to unwillingly drift off.

When she awoke, she was at her apartment, in her bed. Pacing in the living room, was the speedster. As rare as it could be, he was unmasked and in a plain white tee and black sweatpants. Besides intimate moments, Y/n did not see this casual side often. Kabal was known to be ashamed of his disfigurement. To Y/n, however, the burns meant nothing at all. You loved that man with every fiber of your being.

Kabal heard the sheets slightly ruffle and looked to see Y/n awake and dashed over. Staring down for a moment, is soft brown eyes met yours, vulnerability painted over them. "The doctor said its twins, said we'd know the gender in two more months." Kabal saying "we" was a relief, calming your heart rate and the warmth running up your throat. Y/n swallowed back the potential nervous vomit before stating, "I thought you were going to leave me."

Kabal flinched slightly, as though you'd physically punched him. "Why would I ever do that? Y/n...although sooner than expected, this is always wanted. A peaceful life, loving kids, loving wife..if you are offering me that, I would never pass it up."

Y/n was about to reply before you stopped. Wife? You involuntarily smiled and blushed at the idea before verbalizing that exact question, "Wife?"

Kabal smiled before getting up and speeding around to your side of the bed, digging in his pocket.

"I know I am bottom-feeder, a nobody." His brows furrowed for a moment, but then his face softened. "But you make me feel like I am somebody, Y/n. I forget the monster I see in the mirror every morning. You love me like no one has ever loved me, Y/n. There is nothing I want more to spend the rest of my life with you and this family we're making. Will you marry me, Y/n?" The beautiful black and diamond ring sparkled brightly.

Of course you said yes.

Interactions:

Kano: "Don't think just cause Kabal knocked ya up I am givin either of ya a break."

Y/N: "Wouldn't expect anything less, cue ball."

Kano: "Just for that, I am goin to make sure ya suffer."

-

Kano: "I gotta ask, is Kabal too fast in bed?"

Y/n: "Drop it."

Kano: "Ill take that as a yes."

-

Kano: "Don't think I am giving you paternity leave."

Kabal: "I'm taking permanent leave."

Kano: "In a body bag. Shame ya kids will be without a daddy."

-

Sindel: "So you let that bottom-feeder weaken you with a child."

Y/n: "Here I was, going to ask you for any pregnancy tips."

Sindel (disheartened): "Edenian pregnancies are different than Earthrealmers but, make the speedster give you backrubs."

Y/n: "Noted."

-

Y/n: "I gotta ask, any pregnancy tips?"

Sonya (face softens): "You're not going to like it but, low-strain exercise will actually help."

Y/n: "You're right, I didn't like that."

-

Sonya: "You better treat Y/n like a damn princess."

Kabal: "Yes, madam bootlicker." *sarcastically salutes*

Sonya: *sigh* "I tried, Y/n."

-

Sonya: "I don't know what Y/n sees in you."

Kabal: "At least Y/n didn't bang Johnny."

Sonya: "Now ya done it."

-

Cassie Cage: "Please tell me you're having a gender reveal party."

Y/n: "Maybe...."

Cassie Cage: "PLEASE let me plan it. Please."

-

Kabal: *regretfully* "Any advice on being a father?"

Johnny Cage: "Oh my god so first....When I first...you gotta be prepared for...'"*endless rambling*

Kabal: "I shouldn't have asked."

-

Johnny Cage: "So, finally settling down, eh?"

Kabal: "Choose your words carefully, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "Congrats."

Kabal: "That was surprisingly..genuine."

-

Kabal: "I am not going to make my kids watch your trash movies, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "C'mon, they're fun for the whole family!"

Kabal: "I don't want to fry their brains that early."

-

Y/n: "Look, I can pick anyone for Godmother, you can pick anyone for Godfather."

Kabal: "Deal. No quips about who I pick though."

Y/n: "Same goes for me."

-

Mileena: "Dearest Y/n."

Y/n: "I have to ask you something." *explains what a Godmother is* "Would you like to be the Godmother of my twins?"

Mileena: *tearfully runs and hugs you, no fight ensues, match ends in immediate friendship*

-

Kabal: "MILEENA? Are you serious?"

Y/n: "Like Erron is any better?"

Kabal: "She will eat them!"

Y/n: "You said no quips."

[sigmalonso]

untitled strollonso drabble

tags: alternate universe - non-drivers, tattoo artist! fernando alonso

notes: i love strollonso? kinda? i'm very normal about them? i hope?

"Done. I get this wrapped up and⸺Lance, you okay?"

Lance blinked owlishly at the mention of his name. The steady buzz of the tattoo machine had ceased, but he could still feel the vibration all the way to his teeth. His head felt light but in an odd way and he couldn't feel the tip of his fingers. He should have taken the offer for a break.

"Lance? Oh, poor boy." There was a rustle before a warm palm gently cupped his face. Lance nudged back against the touch pitifully. "How are you doing, chico? Do you need time?"

Yes, time is good, Lance nodded his head, squinting his eyes to fight against the haze in his vision, what he needs is some time alone with his ultra-attractive tattoo artist. Nothing else matters in this world.

He heard a choked-out laugh before the touch withdrew. "Nooo," Lance whined, long limbs flailing to get that hand on him again. "Where're you goin'?"

The owner of the hand didn't return, which left Lance extremely dejected. He sat slumped in his chair and, through his woozy head, he wondered where went wrong. Perhaps he was being too much. But it wasn't his fault that he found his tattoo artist attractive. He was an adult man, a bisexual man, with fully functioning eyes. And his tattoo artist kept calling him 'baby', which did nothing to appease said attraction.

He was so not getting another tattoo, lest he would do something stupid like fall in love with his tattoo artist.

"Fernandooo," Lance called out, half-whining again. His chest ached, but that was probably because he just had needles poking his skin.

"Lance," Fernando said from somewhere nearby, and Lance perked up at the sound of his voice, "I'm wrapping your tattoo up, baby. I don't want this to get infected."

At the explanation, Lance let out a sigh before leaning back against the chair. Fernando probably gives amazing aftercare, if this is how he treats his customers, Lance thought dreamily.

"Oh, Dios⸺adrenaline got you badly, eh," Fernando murmured from above his head and Lance felt himself go crosseyed in his attempt to stare at Fernando. "Here, drink this." Something was poking his lips before Lance dutifully latched on it. "Can you do it, baby?"

Lance nodded his head despite the odd way his neck was bent in an odd way. Fernando had given him juice. It was something that came in a tiny box children had but clearly, Fernando didn't trust him to hold it properly because he put the box on the table next to his chair.

Surprisingly, the juice seemed to clear his head.

His vision was no longer hazy and, to his joy, he could now see Fernando's beautiful hazel eyes. Lance smiled at him, a little goofy around the edge

Thank you, Fernando, Lance said inside his head, but what came out was, "You're so hot."

"Yeah," Fernando said through a laugh, "adrenaline really got you badly, baby." He pat Lance's cheek, whose eyes widened in a mix of surprise and terror. "Don't act so surprised. You said a lot of things when I worked on your tattoo. It was very flattering."

"What else did I say, Fernando?" Lance called out, but Fernando only flashed him a cheeky grin and a wink before he disappeared into the backroom. "Fernando!"

Lance fell back into his chair with a groan. He was so not getting another tattoo, lest he embarrassed himself like this again.