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Golden (Final Chapter Pt. 1)

First Chapter: Chapter 1

Last Chapter: Chapter 13

Next Chapter: Final Chapter Pt. 2

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A/N: WE’VE FINALLY ARRIVED TO THE FINAL CHAPTER OF GOLDEN! Unfortunately, it was getting waaay too long so I have to split it in two parts. I’ll give my sap, emotional author’s note on the second part. Speaking off, the second part should be up within a week or two! Please enjoy the first part of the last chapter of Golden! Please tell me your thoughts! It makes me happy~ OH! And for the almost last time, please listen to this~

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Jungkook’s POV

“Good morning! This is Wendy reporting outside of the Language Hall’s auditorium where just an hour from now, the creative writing final exam will start! It is expected that our school’s biggest mystery, Golden, will reveal himself to the world or, er, his classmates,” the reporter giggled nervously at her slipup. Shaking her head, she directed the cameraman to pan the camera to the crowd of students awaiting outside of the auditorium doors. No one could tell who was actually in the class and who was just there to see Golden. There were signs with various names of who they assumed was Golden, girls and guys dressed up as if Golden was going to propose to them after their reveal, and just curious passersby.

“Yes, it is 7am and in half an hour, the doors to the auditorium will open to allow those taking the final in,” Wendy grinned in the camera as it panned back to her. Shifting her eyes to a random student waiting in the massive line, she motioned the cameraman to follow her. “Ah yes, here we have a fan of Golden waiting anxiously to see his-“

“I’m here for my final.” The female student cut the young reporter off. Wendy’s eyes widened briefly before letting out a forced chuckle.

“Of course, you are! But Golden will be revealing himself in your final today! Aren’t you excited-“

“I just want a decent grade.” The girl said in a matter-of-fact tone.

The fake smile on Wendy’s face fell as she glared slightly at the woman. The cameraman cleared his throat to try to get the reporter to return to acting professional. However, the woman didn’t seem to understand the gesture. “So, why are you here so early then, huh?”

The student dramatically looked behind her at the crowd of students and even faculty that was still growing before exasperatedly swinging her arms open. “I dunno, maybe because I’d like to be able to actually get inside? Listen, I think you all are crazy bitc-“

Wendy immediately whipped around to face the camera to cut off the woman’s words, her hair smacking the student behind her in the process. “Okay! We will cut to the weather forecast for the week and come back here later!”

Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair as he clicked off his phone. This was going to be a long day – he already expected it. Not only would he have to sit through 200 students presenting their blog to the class and the professor, but he would have to deal with the campus afterwards obsessing over him. Namjoon told him that maybe it would blow over when everyone came back in the new year after the holiday break, however, Jungkook had an unsettling feeling it wouldn’t be that easy. Sure, maybe it’d die down a little, but he was a big deal. People outside of the university knew about him and his blog.

He had all of this to worry about and his nerves. Jungkook was nothing like Golden in the outside world. He was a shy guy who tried to avoid human contact with others as much as possible. That’s why he strolled around campus with his AirPods stuffed in his ears. Just thinking about over half of the university knowing him gave him slight anxiety. However, what worried him the most was Y/N. Today – in like an hour or whenever he got up to present – she would know that the guy she crushed on was him. She’d know that he was the one who casually flirted with her online and secretly dedicated songs to her. She’d know how Golden has been by her side this entire semester – right under her nose. But, along with knowing who he was, she’d know he was the reason why she received so much hate on her blog that she deleted. The reason why her and her best friend got into a fight. Why she was confused about Taehyung. That he -Golden - was the reason for all her stress this semester.

Would the 19-year-old hate him? Jungkook worried about this the most. He really liked Y/N. And he hoped that the same feelings she developed for Golden could be passed onto him. They were technically the same person, right? Would Y/N also see it that way? Shaking his head, Jungkook glanced at the time on his watch. 7:07am. Letting out a sigh, he stood up from the table in the school’s dining hall. He guess he’d better start making his way towards class.

~!~

Chloe’s POV

“The fuck…?” Chloe frowned as she looked in front of her at the long line of people coming from the Language Hall building where her creating writing class was. She knew the class held about 200 students and those who’ve skipped almost the entirety of the semester – such as herself – would appear today, but Chloe knew all these people weren’t in her class. Especially since the university’s news team was reporting and casually walking up to certain students in line to, what she assumed, interview them.

Just the sight of the reporters and the people made the woman want to turn on her heel and head straight back to her dorm to sleep. However, she knew she had to be here to support her best friend and whatever she was going to present to the class for her blog. That and Chloe kind of needed to pass the class. Also, she was curious as to how Jungkook would reveal himself to the world or whatever. So, she couldn’t leave.

Y/N didn’t return from the dance studio last night, so she was expecting whatever the sophomore was planning for her blog to be epic. She didn’t have any doubts. Y/N was a phenomenal dancer and if she was incorporating that into her blog, then Chloe knew she would pass. She hoped. She prayed.

“Wow,” Chloe jumped slightly as a deep voice let out a low whistle from beside her. Her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets at the sight of Namjoon standing beside her casually, hands stuffed in his pockets, and looking at the crowd.

“W-what are you doing here?” Chloe felt her face heating up from him standing beside her. She hasn’t talked to him since she admitted to him about her blog and how he told her he wasn’t mad about it. “Oh, are you looking for Y/N? I don’t think she’s here yet.”

“Actually,” Namjoon turned and looked down at the shorter girl with a small smile plastered on his lips. If Chloe was blushing before, she was definitely blushing now. “I was looking for you.”

“F-funny. Usually it’s me who’s looking for you,” she nervously chuckled as she try to look anywhere but him.

“Yeah,” he also let out a chuckle that Chloe swear made her heart beat a bit faster. “Just wanted to wish you good luck on your presentation.”

“Eh,” Chloe shrugged. “It’s not really my presentation I’m worried about but thanks.”

“So, uh, I should probably start heading to my exam now,” Namjoon said as he glanced back towards the crowd. “They really… got the news team out here…”

“Golden’s finally going to end. I bet he’s happy…”

Namjoon chuckled again at this. “More like nervous… but… he has nothing to worry about, right?”

Chloe looked up at Namjoon’s questioning arched brow at her. She already knew what he meant by that. She grinned at the senior. “Nothing at all! Well, I should probably get in line for my class. Wow… I really have to wait in a line for my final.”

“Hm, okay. See you around!” Namjoon nodded at her as the girl gave him one last grin before turning around to walk away. However, before she could get too far, she felt a hand grab hers and pull her back slightly.

“What is it?” She arched a brow at him as Namjoon removed his other hand from his pocket. Flipping Chloe’s hand around, he placed a flash drive into her palm and wrapped her fingers around it.

“You should make an edit to your last blog post,” Namjoon simply said before letting go of the girl’s hand and turned to walk away. Chloe stood there confused as she looked at the black flash drive in her hand. What did he just give her? Did he really give her a flash drive as a good luck gift for her final? And what did he mean by her last blog post? Suddenly remembering what her post was about, her eyes widened as she looked back up at his retreating figure. Smiling softly, she carefully shoved it into her pocket and whipped out her phone as she began walking towards the line of students.

Bitchhhhhhh, guess what just happened! Also, wtf r u? There’s a line outside of CW.

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Your POV

“One and two and three and four and one and done!” Hoseok shouted over the music as your chest heaved heavily as you held your ending pose. The senior immediately started clapping excitedly as a wide grinned brightened his face. Meanwhile, you fell to the ground trying to catch your breath. You had been up all night choreographing a dance to present for your blog. Then, you had to make sure it was almost perfect as if you hadn’t just thought about it a couple of hours ago. After leaving your dorm last night, you had texted both Jimin and Hoseok to ask them with the recording and to give out any pointers. Jimin couldn’t come because of two finals he had later in the day, but Hoseok, who was finished with his finals for the week, arrived at the studio around 4:30am. By then, you had made up a dance and he helped you with some parts but mostly said how it was a beautiful dance and different from your usual style. You knew it had to of have been decent since Hoseok was the school’s dance team captain and has won dance competitions throughout his life. Getting his approval meant a lot.

“I could feel the emotion through each move! Everyone’s going to love it, Y/N!” Hoseok walked over to you and handed you a bottle of water. Sitting up and grabbing the water, you chugged it down before standing up.

“Thanks! Now I just have to do some slight edits and upload to my blog!” You smiled at the man. However, he didn’t return your smile and, instead, glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Uh… doesn’t your final start at 8?”

“Yeah, why?” You asked as you followed his gaze to the clock. Immediately your eyes widened. 7:52. Panicking, you ran over to your phone that Hoseok had used to record your dance. You forgot you had turned on do not disturb so you wouldn’t be interrupted in the studio. Looking at your notifications, you saw you had several missed calls and messages from Chloe, Jimin, and even a message from Taehyung. Grabbing your bag, you dashed out of the studio door, only managing to give Hoseok a quick wave in the process.

“Good luck!” Hoseok called out.

You frantically tried to balance your bag on your shoulder and trim your dance video as you ran past the information desk. There was no way you were going to make it to the final on time. First off, you were sweaty and gross from dancing throughout the night. You had to go back to your dorm and shower first. Sitting in a three-hour final covered in sweat and surrounded by the stench of your B.O. just didn’t sound pleasant to you.

“Y/N!” You stopped briefly as Hannah, the receptionist and your friend, called out to you.

“Can’t talk! Gonna be late for my final!” You waved to her as you continued to head towards the door.

“I know! Good luck with Golden! I’m sure he’ll like you no matter what!” She shouted. Your heart pounded at the thought of Golden – Jungkook. Today was it. Not only was he going to reveal himself to the school, but you were going to reveal your feelings for him in front of the school. Now, there was a strong possibility that Jungkook didn’t return your feelings and you’d be embarrassed for the rest of your college career. However, you held out hope that maybe – just maybe – the freshman held similar feelings. He blushed around you a lot and was quiet, but you always assumed that was because he was just shy. Chloe did hint several times that he may have feelings for you, but it was Chloe you were talking about. At the beginning of the semester, she thought every guy she landed her eyes on in CW was Golden.

Speaking of being shy, how was he going to reveal himself? Online, Jungkook had this outgoing, sassy personality. Offline, however, he kept to himself when not around his close friends with his AirPods stuffed in his ears. You were kind of expecting for the 18-year-old to get on the stage, do a slight wave to the class, and casually be all, “Hi, my name is Jungkook and I’m Golden. The end.” Would people believe such a laidback, unoriginal reveal? You had no clue, but you were sure once they saw his blog, they probably would. Or maybe he’d go all out. He’ll start dancing to one of the songs he covered on his blog. Maybe he’d dance to his recent cover of Paper Hearts? You kind of hoped he wouldn’t. Whatever it was, you just knew you’d have to hurry and get changed and run to class. It was bad enough you were going to be late as is.

As you jogged down the sidewalk towards your dorm, you felt your phone buzz in your hand. It was probably Chloe again asking where you were. Apparently, there was a line just to get in your final. Not giving it a second thought, you lifted your phone up to glance at it only to temporarily halt in your tracks as it wasn’t a text from Chloe, but an anonymous message sent to your blog. That was weird. Your blog was made mere hours ago. Who could’ve found you already? Beginning to walk again, you opened the message.

Anon: new blog or not, when Golden reveals himself today, it’ll be ME he’ll dedicate songs to and not you. C u l8r “dancercookies”

Your heart sunk a bit at the message. One thing you thought you escaped when you deleted your old blog was the anon hate you got just by simply knowing Jungkook. How did this person find you? You were pretty sure Jungkook didn’t know of your new blog. He, just like everyone else besides Chloe and Jimin, were unaware of your resurrected blog. And on top of that, it was one of the Golden fans who saw him as an idol or something and wanted to confess their love for him after the reveal. Shaking the thoughts from your head, your eyes glanced towards the time on your phone. 7:58. Panic setting in again, you shoved your phone inside your pocket and jogged towards your dorm again. There was no way you were going to be on time. It just wasn’t a way around it.

~!~

Chloe’s POV

Chloe tapped her foot impatiently as she kept looking behind her to see if she could spot her short best friend anywhere in the line of people. However, all she saw were tired, excited, and annoyed students that seemed to stretch on for miles. Okay, miles was a little exaggerating, but the line was long. The doors to the auditorium would be opening at any minute and Chloe just knew she’d have to jab and elbow her way through the rush of students. Walking in an orderly fashion seemed to be the last thing on everyone’s minds. Besides the MIA Y/N, Golden himself was nowhere to be spotted amongst the crowd. Jungkook was kind of tall but so were a lot of the other guys who stood in the line. Frowning, Chloe let out a huff while crossing her arms and turning back to face the person in front of her. Trying to get an estimate of how many people she’d have to fight through, the blonde girl’s eyes landed on Wendy, the school’s main news reporter, and her camera guy behind her. The junior seemed to be interviewing another student. Poking her head farther out from behind the person in front of her, she tried to get a better view of the interviewee. Instantly, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the woman before a small fire sparked in them. It was no one other than Seulgi. Seulgi… the woman who has been harassing Y/N since Golden started noticing her on his blog. The woman who told Namjoon about her blog. How she even knew about Chloe’s blog surprised her but all of that didn’t matter.

Chloe stepped away from the line and started her way towards the three people. Originally, Chloe had hoped karma would come along and take care of Seulgi, but the opportunity to set her straight was knocking at her door. And who would Chloe be not to answer it? Just as she was in hearing distance of them, she felt someone wrap their hand around her wrist as they pulled her back towards the line.

“What the hell – oh – oh! It’s you!” Chloe’s eyes widened at the man who had now let go of her wrist. “I don’t have time to talk to you, Taehyung, I have business to take care of-“

“Where’s Y/N?” Taehyung asked the blonde woman, ignoring her rambling about putting Seulgi or whoever in her place. At hearing the woman’s name, however, Chloe stopped talking and arched a brow.

“You’re still caught up on her? Listen, Tae, can I call you Tae-“

“No-“

“Y/N doesn’t have feelings for you. I thought that’s what ya’ll talked about yesterday?”

“Chloe, listen-“

“Also, you being Vmusic95? I knew it. You never gave me a Golden vibe-“

“Y/N needs to be here on time!” Taehyung suddenly shouted, causing a few students to stop chattering and turn their attention to the two. Even Wendy had stopped conducting her interview with Seulgi to turn and look. Seulgi leaned forward to also see what the commotion was. Her mistake. Chloe’s eyes immediately locked onto the brown-haired woman and Seulgi swore she was snarling a bit at her. Turning away from Seulgi, Chloe looked back towards Taehyung.

“Duh, it’s our final but why exactly do you care after she dumped you?”

Taehyung smacked his face at Chloe’s blunt question. The woman really didn’t have a filter. “It’s for Jung-“

“Ah, Taehyung! Or Vmusic95, am I correct?” Wendy suddenly popped over to the pair. The cameraman shoved his camera into Chloe’s face much to the girl’s annoyance. She eyed the man up and down before pushing the camera away from her with her hand, earning a “hey” from the man in the process.

“Uh… yeah…” Taehyung said nervously as Wendy grinned in his face.

“How does it feel being the inferior blog to Golden!? Even to the point that the Cinderella of this fiasco, Y/N, chose Golden over you?”

“Uh…” Taehyung’s face turned red as he looked away from the peering camera. His eyes contacted the surrounding students around him who were awaiting his answer before looking towards the ground. Chloe arched a brow at the man’s sudden behavior. She’d only known Taehyung a couple of months and only hung out a couple of times, but she knew he was rarely shy. He was always babbling about something and had this goofy box-like grin plastered on his face. Y/N… must’ve really broken his heart and yet, here he was, trying to see that Y/N and Jungkook were happy. He even exposed himself yesterday so, what Chloe assumed, Y/N could have final confirmation that he wasn’t Golden, and it was Jungkook – the man Y/N liked. Anyone with eyes could tell the girl had feelings for the 18-year-old. Anyone could tell Jungkook had feelings for her. Except, well, maybe Y/N.

Taehyung was obviously still hurting, and Wendy and her team weren’t making it any better. Sucking her teeth, Chloe stood in front of Taehyung, trying her best to cover him from the camera. She didn’t care for Taehyung that much still, but she wasn’t going to let this reporter make him feel worse than he already did.

“His blog wasn’t inferior, Wendy. It was nearly as popular as Golden’s. Just because he didn’t entertain anons like Golden did all the time didn’t make his blog any less. I was a fan of his blog and at least he had the balls to reveal himself and not lead people on until the last minute-“

“Uh…” Chloe’s ears perked up at the sound of Jungkook’s voice behind her. Everyone turned their attention to the freshman who had suddenly appeared, bookbag hanging off one shoulder and orange juice bottle occupying his left hand. The girl cleared her throat from getting caught about talking about Jungkook and turned her attention back to Wendy.

“So… leave him alone… why don’t you uh… interview Jungkook, here?” Chloe laughed nervously only to earn a look from both Jungkook and Taehyung. “He’s a freshman and-“

Wendy put her hand up to Chloe’s mouth to stop her from talking as she eyed Jungkook up and down before rolling her eyes. “Cute but he doesn’t seem interesting enough to interview. C’mon Taeyong, let’s go see who else we can find. Thanks for your time, Taehyung… Chloe.”

Chloe threw a glare at Wendy as she scampered off before turning her attention back to Jungkook who was now standing with her and Taehyung. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I mean, I did but-“

“Just try not to say anything else regarding that before the final, please,” Jungkook let out a heavy sigh at how Chloe almost exposed him for the nth time.

“Thanks… for what you said, Chloe…” Taehyung smiled sadly at the woman. She just shrugged before slapping him unexpectedly on his back. “We’re gonna be family one day so I gotta lookout for you, ya know?”

“Family?” Taehyung and Jungkook asked simultaneously. Chloe just waved it off.

“So, Y/N’s not with you?” Chloe asked Jungkook as she tried looking past him.

“No... she’s not here already?” His eyes widened. Taehyung shook his head at Jungkook.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be here before they let-“

“Attention students of Creative Writing only!” A voice said over the building’s intercom. The once noisy line immediately hushed to listen to the announcement. “The doors will be opening now to begin the Creative Writing final. You will be asked to provide your full name to ensure you are a student of this class. Thank you and we hope you do well!”

Just as the announcement ended, the line began to disperse as hordes of people began to make their way forward towards the door. Meanwhile, Jungkook, Chloe, and Taehyung’s eyes widened in fear as only one thought came to their heads.

Y/N was gonna miss the final.

~!~

Your POV

“You know, you may not have as great of a RA when I leave next year.”

“Yeah, can you-“

“Like you could get someone who drags you outta your room to make sure you go to the floor meetings.”

“Jackson-“

“What if they make you call them RA whatever-their-name-will-be? Or no communicating with the other floors? You just don’t know how lucky you’ve had it with me, Y/N. What RA will be as sexy and cool as me? Who will help you with your friendship problems-“

“Jackson! Can you just open the damn door?!” You shouted at the senior who was rambling on as he fiddled with the lock on your door. After noticing the time at the studio, you had rushed out of the studio while forgetting your room key. You had texted Hoseok in hopes he’d bring you the key, but you knew he wouldn’t reach your dorm in time. You had to still get ready and upload the video to your blog. Time didn’t permit you to be any later than you already were. So – to your annoyance – that led you to turning to Jackson to unlock your door for you. It took him a while to find the master key and to “pass time,” as he said, he began talking about how he’s graduating next semester and how he’d be the greatest RA you’d have in college. This, of course, made you roll your eyes hard.

Just as you had said that, the lock clicked open and Jackson pushed open the door. Turning to you, he gave you his infamous puppy dog eyes. “You don’t have to be so mean…”

Ignoring his look, you rushed past him, said a quick thanks, and slammed your door. There were so many things you had to do that you didn’t even know where to start. Should you upload the video first? Or shower? Maybe find something to wear first? Your eyes scanned your shared room as if they would land on something that would give you an answer. However, it didn’t give you an answer and caused your stomach to twist into tight knots as you saw the time on the digital clock beside Chloe’s bed. 8:13.

“Fuck…” You cursed under your breath. Inhaling deeply to clear your mind somewhat, you decided to upload your video to your blog and while it was uploading, you’d shower quickly. The final was going to take a while, you told yourself. There were 200 students in the class. It’d be a three-hour final – tops. You didn’t want to miss Chloe’s presentation, however. Or Jungkook’s. Hell, you definitely didn’t want to miss yours. You came too far to settle for a failing grade now. Ruffling your hair out of frustration, you logged into your blog and began to upload your dance. Tossing your phone on your bed, you ran to the bathroom to get ready.

~!~

Jungkook’s POV

Where was she? She wasn’t going to skip out on the final, right? She wouldn’t. Chloe had told him and Taehyung that she had come up with an idea for her blog late last night. Was she still doing whatever it was she had decided? She did know what time it was, didn’t she? What if she was sleeping somewhere and didn’t hear her phone’s alarm or something? All these thoughts crossed Jungkook’s mind as more and more students got up to present their blogs and time moved on. It would be easy for the dancer to miss her presentation as, since there were so many students who had to present, the professor only allowed for a 2-4-minute timeframe. No one could go over. She made sure of that as she kept a stopwatch in her hand. One guy had gone about two seconds over and she immediately interrupted him.

Missing her own presentation wasn’t the only thing Jungkook was thinking about. He worried about her missing his own presentation. The presentation that had students on the edge of their seats which each name the professor called to the front. Wendy and several other reporters who weren’t outside previously were in the usually spacious – now cramped – auditorium. Jungkook wasn’t even sure some of them belonged to the school’s news team which made the 18-year-old more nervous than what he already was. Whenever the presenter began to speak, he could hear the reporters whispering things like, “get your camera ready,” or “this is the one, I can feel it.” Of course, they were wrong.

Y/N had to make it on time for his presentation. He worked so hard for this day. The times he almost got outed by her best friend – Jungkook eyed Chloe who had her bag in an empty chair between them, reserved for Y/N – to having to deal with the obsessed anons. Most importantly, however, with his reveal, Y/N would know not only who he was but also his feelings for her. Jungkook liked Y/N and he didn’t want to risk missing his chance again like he almost did before. The man glanced over at Taehyung who was listening intently to the current presenter. Jungkook didn’t know what happened when he and Y/N met up the other night. All he knew was that Taehyung was not his usual cheery self afterwards and he even revealed his music blog. He wouldn’t tell Jungkook why but he kind of guessed his reason behind doing so.

“Uh, thanks Jaebum for your presentation on different breeds of small dogs…” The professor said. Marking something down for what was assumed to be Jaebum, she moved her pencil down her list of students. Jungkook could audibly hear everyone hitch their breaths as they had no idea as to who she would call next. To make the presentations more spontaneous – her exact words – she was calling everyone in a randomized order. “Hm… Choi Chloe?”

“Fuck,” Jungkook heard the blonde woman grumble under her breath as she stood up and shoved her phone her back pocket. As she squeezed past Jungkook, she looked down at him and winked, which made him nervous. What was she about to do? He knew about her Namjoon blog after the senior had told him and the other guys. Specifically, he asked how he responded to her weird, indirect confession. Yoongi had given Namjoon an idea. Jungkook wondered if the man went through with it or not. Jimin had told him he could do better than Chloe jokingly. Namjoon didn’t think it was funny.

Jungkook sat up in his chair as Chloe strutted towards the stage, stopping briefly at the professor’s desk to identify herself as present. She walked over to the cord that was connected to the large screen in the auditorium to connect her phone. Those who wanted everyone to see their blog connected their phones to the screen while others verbally explained their blog while having the professor look at it from her phone. Before Chloe turned on her phone to show her blog to the class – and the entire school thanks to the reporters – she took a deep breath and turned around on her heel. She gave a nervous smile and brushed her hair that hung in her face away from her eyes.

“Hello… I’m Chloe… and,” She inhaled and let out a shaky breath. Jungkook was confused as to why she was nervous to present. She was so nonchalant about it before. According to Y/N, she barely even came to the class. Everyone else began to chatter amongst themselves in confusion as she took the time to calm her nerves.

“I’m Golden.”

Jungkook’s mouth fell open – assumingly with the rest of the auditorium – at Chloe’s words. Someone yelled out a prolonged “what” while the rest of the room began to chatter excitedly. The reporters turned to their cameras and started reports on how, “with an unexpected twist, Golden turns out to be student Chloe Choi.”

“What’s she doing?” Taehyung tapped Jungkook’s arm as he continued to stare at the woman in shock. His mind was blank. What was she doing? As he continued to stare at the girl and the professor tried to get everyone to settle down, Chloe let out a loud laugh while holding her stomach.

“God, you guys act like a celebrity just walked in or something,” She laughed as she tried to regain her breath. After regaining her composure, she turned on her phone to reveal her real blog titled “Falling in Love with a Senior That Will Be Graduating Next Year: The Sad Story of Chloe M.”

“Ahem,” Chloe cleared her throat to regain everyone’s – now irritated – attention. The news reporters were desperately trying to retract their previous report. “My blog actually was about my feelings for someone who means a lot to me. This blog was presented in a humorous manner, but everything said within it was true. As you can see, I joke around a lot, which annoys a lot of people.”

“No shit,” someone yelled out which caused a couple of laughs from the audience. Chloe smirked to hide her smile.

“Anyways, I stupidly wrote about my feelings about this guy for the world to see and eventually he saw it himself. I thought I ruined everything between us because he’s really this chill kind of guy and,” Chloe blushed as she thought of, who Jungkook was assuming, Namjoon. “I really like him… and so… yeah… I dedicated this blog to him and that was my blog for the semester.”

Jungkook looked around as no one seemed to applaud the woman for her presentation. Taehyung clapped silently but not loud enough to reach the front of the stage. Noticing no one applauded her, Chloe sucked her teeth in response. “Whatever. I hope what ya’ll are waiting for won’t be a disappointment.”

Jungkook frowned at her words as he watched her gather her phone and get off the stage. This was the second time today she’s indirectly insulted him.

“Uh, thanks… Chloe… let’s see…”

Chloe smirked at Jungkook as she returned to her seat. Jungkook just rolled his eyes at her as he turned his attention back to the professor. His mind drifted back to Y/N, however, as he checked the time on his phone. 8:57. Was she really not coming? The more time went on and people presented, the more nervous Jungkook felt. At any moment he could be call.

“Who’s next…?”

It would break his heart for her to miss his reveal. She’d end up like the other students on campus who didn’t take creative writing – finding out he was Golden on the news broadcast. Probably on a rerun, too, since they were recording live.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

Jungkook didn’t even notice how the auditorium quieted down again as the professor said the next name to present. He snapped out of his thoughts, however, when both Taehyung and Chloe nudged him. He stared doe-eyed at the stage as he heard Taehyung whisper out that he was next. He couldn’t be, right? Maybe they misheard. He couldn’t present yet. He wasn’t ready. Y/N wasn’t here yet.

“Is Jeon Jungkook present? Going once…”

“Go, bro,” Chloe slapped his arm. “She’ll be here in time!”

“Yeah, Kookie. Maybe it’s like one of those romance movies where she suddenly busts through the doors just as you… present,” Taehyung chose his words carefully as other students seemed to identify Jungkook’s name to his face and turned to arch brows and confused faces at him.

“Going twice…”

“Ugh, if the freshman isn’t gonna go, I will,” the voice of Seulgi could be heard from the back of the auditorium.

“Can you just go so you can finally shut that bit-“

“Chloe,” Taehyung frowned at her. She just shrugged and sat back in her seat.

“Okay then, let’s-“

“Here” Jungkook immediately stood up from his seat, causing the professor and everyone else to look over at him. “I’m… here…”

“Well, c’mon! We are on a strict schedule!” The professor motioned him over to the stage. Jungkook gulped before turning his head to glance at the closed auditorium doors. He only hoped Taehyung was right and Y/N would walk through those doors at any given moment. Sighing, he began to make his way towards the stage.

~!~

Your POV

Where r u?! He’s presenting! – Chloe

“Fuck!” You shouted as you dashed out of your dorm room, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Language!” Jackson called from somewhere down the hall. Ignoring him, you decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. You dashed down the stairs, avoiding the few stragglers who were going in the opposite direction. Was the professor not calling names by alphabetical order? Or maybe she was going backwards on the rollcall? Whatever she was doing, Jungkook was presenting now – ready to reveal to the world who he was – and you weren’t there. You weren’t there to give him the support the shy man probably needed. Nor were you there to cheer him on from the sea of students – to tell him he’s got this. All while pretending to not know who he really was.

Rushing out of your dorm, you ran frantically towards the language hall. It wasn’t too far away but it was far enough. Luckily, the usually busy sidewalks were practically empty do to everyone either in their finals, studying, or sleeping. That, or maybe they were all waiting outside the building for Jungkook to emerge as Golden. As the building came into sight, you gasped at all the people outside gathered around it. Some you were even positive weren’t students at your school. Clutching onto your bag, you began to push your way through the crowd.

“Excuse me. Sorry,” You said as you made your way through the crowd. As you reached the front of the door, you were surprised to see two security guards standing in front of them. Clearing your throat, you smiled nervously at them. “Uh… hi… may I go in?”

“Creative Writing students are only permitted past this point,” the one on the left said.

“I am a student! I-I mean, I am in this class! I have to take my final!”

“Miss, the final began a little over an hour ago. You’re just now coming?” The other officer said as she arched a brow at you.

“Please! I can’t fail this class! I’m an honor student. I worked so hard and-“ You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. At this point, not only were you going to miss Jungkook’s reveal, but you were going to fail your class.

“H-hey, don’t cry! What’s your name?” The woman asked as she pulled out a clipboard with a list of names.

You sniffed your tears back as you managed to stutter out your name. “Y/L/N Y/N…”

The woman searched for a bit while the other officer peered over her shoulder to see if he could spot your name as well. “Ah!” the male officer said as he pointer at something on the board.

The woman looked up at you and smiled. “Your name is on the roll. However, I can’t let you in during a presentation. After this student is finished, we can let you in.”

“B-but I need to be in there right now!” You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You were going to miss his presentation after all.

“Sorry, professor’s orders or it’ll be an automatic fail…” The male officer gave you a sad smile. A tear managed to escape your left eye as you stared in bewilderment at them. This was it. There was nothing else you could do… but wait.

~!~

Jungkook’s POV

Jungkook nervously stared out at the crowd of students before him. He gulped as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Suddenly, he wished he had styled his hair up instead of his usual down style. Were the stage lights extra bright today or something? He felt like the light and heat radiating from them were trying to bake him. The sound of the professor clearing her throat, signaling him to start, caused his eyes to shift to her. He gave her a nervous smile before shifting his eyes to the entrance of the auditorium. Jungkook thought he could dash out of the room right then and there and announce he was Golden later in the day or so. Or maybe, he’d never reveal Golden and just abandon the blog. People would eventually forget about him, right? He was just a fad, after all. Right? At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself.

Jungkook looked to the back of the auditorium where the news reporters stood, all waiting for his presentation just like the rest of the class. He could tell the professor he didn’t have a blog, and this was his first time coming to the class. However, he knew she wouldn’t believe him as he sat near the front of the class for the entirety of the semester and he’d lock eyes with the professor on multiple occasions. She knew who he was. Finally, Jungkook looked to the empty seat that was reserved for Y/N. Where was she? Was she okay? Why wasn’t she coming? Jungkook had to admit, maybe he was stalling because he hoped Taehyung would be right and she’d enter the room at any moment. However, he knew he couldn’t wait for her forever. He couldn’t keep the everyone waiting as they began to snicker and talk amongst themselves at his nervousness. He had to let them know now. He had to put an end to Golden once and for all.

“Look, if you need-“

“Remember… the way you made me feel…” Jungkook began to sing quietly. “… Such young love but…”

The once rowdy auditorium began to quiet down as Jungkook’s angelic-like voice began to travel to the ears of the students. Jungkook stopped briefly as he studied the students within the first row of seats. Some of their mouths were ajar with widened eyes. Others, however, seemed skeptical. He couldn’t blame them. Chloe did get everyone’s hopes up with her fake reveal. Inhaling and deciding to continue, he closed his eyes and started singing again.

“Something in me knew that it was real… frozen in my head…”

As Jungkook quietly sung the next part, reporters hesitantly turned to the cameras to report who they almost thought could be Golden while the cameramen zoomed in on Jungkook. Whispers could be heard amongst the students as they began to question those beside them if this shy kid was really the school’s beloved Golden. He couldn’t be, right? They mean, he sounded like Golden’s singing voice but Golden wasn’t shy. The real Golden would’ve gotten on stage, smirk at everyone, say something cocky, then reveal his identity. He wouldn’t be this 18-year-old shifting nervously on stage with his mint green feather cardigan, denim jeans held up with black suspenders, white t-shirt, and black combat boots. He looked too soft to be Golden. And Jungkook knew they wouldn’t believe it was him. That’s why he came prepared.

Suddenly, he stopped singing and pulled out his phone and went to connect it to the screen. Everyone arched their brows at the brown-haired boy as he quietly tapped away on his phone, screen hidden from them to see. After a few seconds, pings and vibrations could be heard throughout the room. Even the professor looked confused as her own phone buzzed. Was it an emergency alert or something? Jungkook briefly looked up from his phone to see everyone checking their notification before he turned on the screen to project his blog to the room. Gasps were heard throughout the room as students looked up from their phones to the screen on the stage:

Golden: My name is Jeon Jungkook… (posted 5 seconds ago)

The camera operators of the news teams in the back all immediately focused their cameras onto Jungkook on the stage as reporters began to report of the sudden post made by Golden and the screen that Jungkook had displayed. Jungkook gulped nervously as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, “I’m… the best at almost everything. I dance, sing, draw, and write…”

Jungkook felt his confidence starting to rise within him as students began to stand up from their seats – eyes filled with realization and shock. Letting out a chuckle at the sight, Jungkook continued, “Ha… even my music taste is amazing… right? I’m just…Golden.”

Instantly, after revealing himself to the starstruck crowd, Jungkook hit the ‘play’ button for his cover of Paper Hearts. As Golden’s – Jungkook’s – recorded voice rang from the speakers, Jungkook harmonized with the recording. His voice was an exact match to the recording. He did it. He revealed himself as Golden.

“Golden has revealed himself!”

“Golden turns out to be Jeon Jungkook!”

“Jeon Jungkook reveals himself as the infamous mystery music blogger, Golden!”

Reporters were desperately reporting the new information to be one of the first to leak the information. Some students were recording from their phones – probably going live on Instagram or other social media sites. Chloe smiled softly to herself as Jungkook sung the song emotionally on the stage. She knew Y/N was supposed to be here. This wasn’t just his reveal as Golden but his confession of his feelings to her as well. Even Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at his younger friend’s bravery.

As Jungkook sung the song that held meaning to him, he closed his eyes as he reminisced on his semester. From starting his blog and getting his first follower then hundreds then thousands to receiving anonymous hate and love confessions. He remembered how many people told him his recommendations made their weeks better or how some even recommended songs to him. Keeping Golden’s identity from the entire school was a challenge and though some found out along the way, Jungkook was grateful they were friends of his and not strangers. When Jungkook started college, he didn’t know he’d make such a huge impression on his school within his very first semester. But here he was, hearing the voices of students in the auditorium singing along with him, clapping, and some even sobbing. He could only imagine how others outside were reacting to the news.

As the song began to end, one final thought came to Jungkook. Y/N. She was supposed to be here to see his reveal. She was supposed to be in the seat beside Chloe and staring at him with, hopefully, amazement in her eyes. But, would she? Golden gave her such a hard time during the semester. Would she hate Jungkook for keeping it a secret from her? However, Jungkook didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to remember the time he first saw her in that sandwich café and how shy – and cute - she was as she sat across from him and Namjoon. Or, when he saw her dance for the first time and how she lost herself in what she loved doing the most. Also, the time she stress-baked at Namjoon and Jin’s dorm and he, Jimin, and Taehyung helped her. That was also the first time Jungkook decided to toy with her, which was successful, as he remembered the girl became a blushing mess at Golden’s acknowledgement of her. He remembered how stressed she was about mid-terms and they studied in the library together. How at Suho’s party, she grabbed his hand so they wouldn’t get separated from one another in the crowd of people they were in. His favorite memory of Y/N, however, was over fall break and they got to know each other more. How she felt comfortable enough around him to tell him about her life up to now and vice versa. As Jungkook remembered this, the song came to an end and the loud cheers and applause of his classmates, professor, and news reporters brought him back to reality. Jungkook snapped his eyes open and just as he did, the doors to the auditorium burst open, revealing Y/N, her eyes searching frantically around the room before landing on him on the stage. He locked eyes with her, and she gave him a small smile. And it was with that smile, Jungkook thought maybe – just maybe – she saw his reveal and confession after all.

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doctortreklock · 5 years ago

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(Not Quite) Touched By An Angel - September 15, 2019

Part of my Resolution19. Read it on AO3.

Prompt: I’m a guardian angel but really shitty at my -oh my gosh don’t walk into the street! (x)

Fandom: Supernatural

Words: 1231

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"Guardian," Dean said flatly. "You're putting me on Guardian duty."

Bobby looked unimpressed. "Damn right I am."

"But Guardian duty," Dean complained. "You know I'm crap at that."

Bobby's expression was leaving unimpressed and edging well into irritated. "You screwed up Matching so badly that we had to push back the Second Coming by three centuries." Dean flinched slightly at the reminder. "I will stick you where I damn well please and you're going to be thrilled I don't send you to patrol the sixth sphere. Now get out of my office," he demanded with a rough gesture toward the door.

Dean got.

Before he closed the door behind him, Bobby gave him one last warning. "If the Novak boy gets so much as one goddamned hair out of place, you'll be wishing I'd sent you straight to Limbo. Got it?"

Dean swallowed. "Yes, sir." He closed the door behind him before Bobby could level any more threats.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the door for a moment, letting his breath out in a controlled stream.

"So how'd it go?"

Dean jumped, swore, and opened his eyes to see Charlie standing a scant two feet from him, Sam hovering just behind her.

Then he sighed and admitted, "It could have gone worse." Dean started to walk down the hallway toward the nearest Section, which had the double advantage of taking him further from Bobby's office and of carrying him closer to the brilliant white hallways that housed the Heavens of departed humans and thus the chance of grabbing a cheeseburger and a beer.

"What happened?" Sam asked, worry evident in his voice as he and Charlie flanked him.

"I got transferred," Dean admitted easily.

"No shit," Charlie snorted. "After the Milton thing, I'd thought that would have been a given."

Dean threw her a mock scowl. "Quiet, you."

Charlie continued without pause. "I mean, you were meant to make a Match, but you sparked off, what, three blood feuds?"

"Five," Dean corrected under his breath, easily navigating their way through the winding hallways of Heaven.

"Five?" Sam shrieked. Damn, Dean had forgotten his brother had ears like a bat.

"Pipe down," Dean demanded. "It's not that bad; I'm sure it'll all blow over in a generation or two."

"A generation or--Dean!" Sam was practically hysterical at this point. Dean rolled his eyes at his overly concerned brother.

"It'll be fine," Dean said placatingly.

"I'm not sure of that," Charlie warned. "Anna Milton and Uriel Cohen were supposed to be the Abraham and Sarah of the Second Coming. Now you've made them the new Montagues and Capulets."

"Eh, I prefer Hatfields and McCoys myself," Dean offered. "It's a more modern reference."

"Dean," Sam protested.

"Shut it," Dean said, annoyance bleeding through his tone. "It's fine. I just got bumped off Matching. It'll all work out."

"What did you get moved to?" Charlie asked warily.

"Guardian," Dean said flippantly as they turned the last corner into the proper Section. Ellen had just told him about a wonderful little Heaven with a bar called the Roadhouse in it and he was dying for a cheeseburger that actually tasted like grease.

"Bobby thought that was a good idea?" Sam voice was skeptical, which Dean was somewhat offended at.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He shot his brother a dark look. "I can pull off Guardian."

"You just turned a love match into the backdrop for World War Three," Charlie pointed out dryly. "I can't see what could possibly have Sam so concerned."

Dean scowled at the pair of them. "You're both worrywarts," he announced. "It'll be fine."

"With your luck the poor sap will end up running into traffic," Charlie informed him. "Who is the unlucky bastard anyway?"

"Castiel Novak."

A few seconds later Dean realized that Sam and Charlie had stopped dead in their tracks at the name. He turned around to see them both eyeing him, Charlie with pity, Sam with horror. "What?" he snapped defensively.

"You are so screwed," Charlie told him.

"We're all screwed," Sam corrected her.

"What? Who's Novak anyway?"

"If Milton and Cohen were Abraham and Sarah--" Charlie started.

"Novak is Isaiah," Sam finished. "A crazy powerful prophet who's going to be churning out some very important prophecies."

"What?" Dean was aware his mouth was hanging open unattractively in surprise. "Why the hell would I get Novak after the Milton thing?"

"Because Novak's a trouble magnet," Sam informed him grimly. "He came online ten months ago and has gone through seven different Guardians since then."

"Really?" Dean asked weakly.

"Yep," Charlie said, popping the "p." "And not the usual ways either; no demon attacks or anything yet. Nope!" she continued. "They've all quit."

"What?" Dean asked, confused. "You can do that?"

"Apparently." Charlie shrugged. "He must have broken a entire funhouse of mirrors or lost a warren's worth of rabbit's feet because that guy is unlucky. Like, the dictionary definition."

"What kind of unlucky are we talking about?" Dean asked, a sinking feeling making itself at home in his stomach.

"He's been struck by lightning twice--"

"--fell in an elevator shaft--"

"--stuck in the middle of a lift bridge just when it was opening--"

"--middle of hunting season--"

"--locked out--"

"--identity theft--"

"--four times--"

"--twice--"

"--can't understand how he's still--"

"Alright!" Dean shouted, holding up his hands to halt the flow of woe coming from two sides. "I get it, okay? The guy's unlucky." Dean hesitated. "Why do you think I got him?"

"Punishment?" Sam suggested.

"Karma," Charlie said decisively.

"C'mon, be serious," Dean said. "If this dude's so important, there's no way the guys upstairs stick him with me. I mean," he waved a hand around. "Hatfields and McCoys!"

"Karma," Charlie repeated. "You've ruined the world, now the world is going to try to ruin you. Mostly by making you run yourself ragged keeping Novak alive."

"Punishment," Sam said again. "For us." At the questioning looks he got from Charlie and Dean, he elaborated a bit. "The rest of heaven has obviously failed at exerting enough social pressure to get Dean to fall in line," he explained grimly. "Exhibit A: the Milton Debacle. As our punishment, we now have to watch as Dean runs this whole thing into the ground and we have to start the prophecy business all over again as well."

There was a moment of silence.

"Well that's fatalistic," Charlie commented.

"Realistic," Sam corrected. "The odds of Dean actually succeeding here are slim to none."

"I like Charlie's theory better," Dean informed him. "At least then I'm only dooming myself and not the next millennium of human history."

"To be fair," Charlie said. "You sort of already did that with Milton."

"I need a drink," Dean sighed, running a hand over his face.

"I'm not sure that's going to be enough," Charlie said comfortingly. "But you're welcome to try."

"It couldn't possibly make the situation any worse," Sam added darkly.

"Ugh," Dean groaned. He turned and starting stalking off down the hallway again, knowing Sam and Charlie would be following.

Charlie and Sam were right, of course. Alcohol wasn't going to make the Novak problem go away. But, Dean thought as he found the right door and pushed it open, letting the warm light and laughter of the bar spill out into the hallway, that was no reason not to try.

#Resolution19 #Supernatural #reverse!verse #not sure if there will ever be more #but if there is it would be #destiel #the title's a bit of a cheat #but i'll let it slide #three and a half months left!!!

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writer-and-artist27 · 6 years ago

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Finding Kei

Note: The theme for this is ReoNa’s Rea(s)on from Sword Art Online Alternative: GGO. Because it’s a good song and the translated lyrics match the situation in my opinion. And look, I ended up using it faster than I thought. I don’t own anything or anyone except Tomoko. Davy Jack belongs to @unlucky-marine and Kei belongs to @langwrites.

Also, I think it has to be said now that Seaside Sibling Train takes place in the timeskip between S&S Chapters 20 and 21, since Tomoko’s 10, but some ninja are now 11. :p

Anyway! Please enjoy~!

“Explosions Around The Docks?”

Jack-nii was just as incredulous as I was when I recited the newspaper headline aloud from past his hand. Technically, I was reading the newspaper past all the piles of paperwork flanking his arms as always on the desk, I mean. Once again, other Marines were freeloading on him, to my own annoyance. “Tomo-chan, you weren’t supposed to read that.”

…Well, he was annoyed for a different reason, anyways.

Tomoko-chan.

I know, Hisako.

Outwardly, I tried not to pout. “I finished organizing all the photos you left for me, Jack-nii! I couldn’t help it!”

I did not want to vocally admit I was bored, but I’ll admit that I’m currently bored. Photography and paperwork can only drag on for so long until you can start to feel your soul sap away to all the words.

My Marine caretaker put a hand to his face, giving me a single, half-hearted look of annoyance through his fingers before he sighed and reached over with his other, free hand to pat my head. “It’s not something you should be worried about, Tomo-chan. I’m the one who has to deal with that later today, not you.”

Uh.

Hisako only snorted, rolling her eyes while smiling wryly.

“…Does it help that I was curious?”

Jack-nii only hid a quiet snicker. “Maybe!”

I ended up pouting anyways. “Should I be worried?”

This time, the answer was a flat and deadpan, “No.”

“Muu,” I mumbled instead. That was a definite sign that I needed to. Instead of voicing it, I ended up blurting out, “Is there anything else I can help you out with then, Nii?”

The nickname wasn’t even on purpose. It only slipped out in a strangely cute, high-pitched voice that was in turn a byproduct of boredom, so by the time it registered in my head, my face was already flooding with fire and Jack-nii was gaping at me. “T-Tomo-chan, did you just call me ‘Nii’?”

Frig, I just called Jack-nii by Sora’s nickname, and only Shiro has dibs on that, fuck, what do I say—!

Pfffffffft. Oh, Tomoko-chan…!

Hisako, you’re not helping!?!

“Um,” Outwardly, I was starting to squeak now as I took a few steps back, already thinking about finding a corner. Even in my kimono dress, the room was starting to feel embarrassingly hot and humid. “I-I mean, Jack-nii, you are like an older sibling to me, and Nii is a nice nickname, I think, um—” My voice was cracking. Frig. Hands, do not sweat on me, please! I do not need to wash this dress again when it was just washed this morning. “You’vealwaystookgoodcareofme, especiallyforthesepastsixmonths, sothat’swhyyou’reNiitome—!?”

There was a very, very long pause.

Jack-nii’s Marine hat nearly fell off his head, only barely staying on by the back strap as his ahoge poked up from the top of his brown hair. “Tomo-chan…”

Um. Why is he not reacting. Say something, please, like, “Don’t say that!” or SOMETHING. I hate silence like this!

Hisako was starting to cackle loudly, falling out of her armchair in the library while holding her stomach.

That’s it. I needed to find a corner now.

Covering my face as best as I could with my hair, I turned on the heel of my sandals to face away from my caretaker while discreetly looking around for the darkest corner in the room. Thankfully, there was a nearby closet. With a locking mechanism built into the door. That would work. “Well, I’llshutupandgosulknow, sogoaheadandgetbacktowork, Jack-nii! IGNOREME.”

I was already preparing my legs to run towards my new hiding spot when a chair was suddenly pushed back, and I could hear stomping behind me, like wha—

Big arms were already encircling my waist, and I tried not to squawk as soon as my feet had promptly left the ground. Yep. It was my caretaker. Being strong, tall, and able to lift me up without any problem. Aaaaaah. “Wooo! I caught a rogue Tomo-chan!” Jack-nii proceeded to cheer, and the heat was still on apparently because I was already squeaking in protest.

“N-Niii—!”

HAHAHAHAHA!

“Awwww, Tomo-chan, don’t be shy and hide!” My caretaker only proceeded to snuggle me, even with my squirming and all, and wait, was he used to this?! “It’s completely okay for you to call me ‘Nii’! You are my little sis, so why not?”

Even with the vocal reassurance, I still found myself sputtering from the embarrassment. Wiggling didn’t do much to help, because my caretaker was still an adult and I was a little kid trying to swivel around and face him properly. Aaaaaaah. Why couldn’t I go into a dark corner and sulk already? “B-But Jack-niiiiiiiii, it’s weird!”

And taking from another actual little girl who says the name so much better than me.

“And it’s adorable, Tomo,” he insisted with a large grin, apparently ignoring my current thought process with his reply, and gosh, when did he start swinging—

Surprised laughter was already leaving my lips as soon as my caretaker started spinning around in circles, still hugging me all the while. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and soon enough, I could barely think on anything else because I was just trying to hold on and hug back. Gosh, Jack-nii was strong. The Marine jacket really hid the muscles. “N-Niiiiiiiii! Q-Quit — hahaha — spinning me! I-I’m — haha — getting dizzy!”

Aaaaaah. Pretty colors.

Hisako was positively choking on her laughter now. She was enjoying herself too, I guess?

Jack-nii was still laughing with that large grin of his when he finally stopped spinning and set me down on my feet, only going on to hug me even tighter. Eh? “I love the name, Tomo, so you don’t have to be embarrassed.” From the closeness, I could feel his smile as the grip on me tightened. “I’ll be happy to be your ‘Nii.’”

Aw.

For some reason, tears were pricking my eyes as I nodded. The scent of his bandana was comforting, and I was already burying my nose into it to take in the sea while squeezing back. “Muuu.”

Jack-nii only snorted but hugged me tighter.

I ended up pouting childishly into his shoulder, because really, how could I resist him. I love Jack-nii. Simple as that. “I’ll still call you ‘Nee’ when you’re feeling feminine, okay?”

Jack-nii snorted again, but there was something affectionate in the tone before he pulled away and pecked my forehead between my bangs. “Of course, sweetie. And thank you.”

I tried not to flush red from the gesture and nodded anyways. “I-I love you, Jack-nii, so it’s no problem!”

Jack-nii only pulled away a single centimeter when I finished spreading all the apparent cheese in the room before something sparked in his eyes and it resulted in more hugging. I could’ve sworn I even caught a small tear in his stare before he was snuggling me again, and baaaaaaah.

At this rate, I would be worried about him even finishing work. Aaaaah.

Hisako never did stop laughing for quite a while.

The radio set crackled as the man adjusted the volume on his mic. “Are you all in position?”

“All set, Sensei.”

“We’re all clear here.”

A pause followed before there was a dry drawl of, “Obito, don’t start tearing up or something from the explosions, okay?”

Something bumped in the background. “OI! I-I have my goggles and eye drops! You don’t have to remind me, Bakashi!”

Then there was a sigh over the speakers. “Boys, this is not the time to be butting heads. I don’t like this place either, but we have the mission to worry about.” Another sigh. “We need to find Tomo, then get back as soon as we can.”

Rustling followed on another end. “Kei, let me know if you feel Tomoko-chan’s chakra anywhere, okay?”

“Judai-jichan, I’m right next to you.”

“Still, as extra insurance.”

The man at the center of it all rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle. “Judai, stay on track and look after Kei and Obito for me, alright?”

“No need to tell me, Minato. I got it.”

The mission was already a go.

“So, the explosions were around here… Hopefully nothing’s going to happen, but knowing my luck…”

Tomoko-chan. Do something. Hisako tapped Oblivion against the ground for extra emphasis. We can’t just walk in blind again.

Oh dear. I decided to speak up via tugging on his sleeve. “Um, Jack-nii?”

My caretaker slowly loosened his grip on the closest cherry bomb on his belt before glancing down at me with a more hesitant smile. “What is it, Tomo?”

“What are we…” I gestured to the area around us, teeming with ocean and the occasional bits of trash, grimacing at the smell of bird poop. “What are we doing at the docks? Aren’t these the same docks from the paper this morning?”

Jack-nii’s smile turned a bit more forced as he nodded stiffly, adjusting the brim of his hat all the while. “Headquarters called for Marine investigation. Wendy’s busy, and I dunno what the he—heck!” I didn’t miss how he cut himself off on cursing before smiling again a bit more naturally, “Leith is doing, but I can’t exactly leave you alone back in your room now, can I, Tomo?”

Embarrassment was flooding me yet again. “Y-You didn’t have to, Jack-nii, I could’ve waited back at the base for you.”

My caretaker only smiled and blew a small teasing raspberry at me. “But you would worry and then do something reckless, wouldn’t you? If not that, then sulk.”

More heat was flooding my face, and I let go of his sleeve to pout again. Apparently, my childish instincts were even kicking in because I ended up stomping one of my sandals against the gravel. “Niiiiiii.”

“Tomoooooo,” he echoed back.

Pfffft. That’s a loss, my dear.

My Nobody was getting a penchant of not helping at this rate. Darn it.

“Muuuuuuu!” I ended up saying finally, looking away to hide the red on my face. The white-pink lace of my kimono dress wouldn’t help anything. “Nii, you dork.”

Jack-nii snorted before his free hand landed on my head, patting it. “I love you too, sweetie,” he cooed happily.

Of course he wasn’t in Serious Mode yet. Or I just snapped him out of it. Somehow. What was I, a cupcake? How did he start loving me?

Hisako lightly tapped Oblivion against my shoulder. Cinnamon Roll.

…What?

Cinnamon Roll! You are a cinnamon roll, Tomoko-chan!

HISAKO, YOU’RE NOT HELPING!

I wasn’t expecting my thoughts to be jolted at the sound of a distant explosion. In hindsight, I probably should’ve expected it, considering how Ace-nii announced his presence before proposing to Leith-nee on that same day, but then again, we weren’t in Dressrossa right now and we were near the ocean, so where the hell—

“Tomo-chan, get behind me.” Jack-nii was already pulling out one of Marcy-nii’s homemade cherry bombs, and I could already feel a lump surfacing in my throat at the steel in his voice as I nodded vigorously, ducking behind his hand to instead hide behind his jacket. The Marine hat on his head seemed tighter somehow with the angle and his taking a defensive stance. I didn’t miss how he was also starting to crouch, like he was about to break out into a run any minute now. “Just let me know if there’s anyone around you who looks dangerous, okay?”

A part of me was wondering how he could still sound so comforting in my direction. “O-Okay, Nii,” I said instead, because there really wasn’t much else to say to that.

In a world filled with Marines, pirates, and guns, self-defense could only go so far.

BOOM, went another explosion in the distance, this one sounding closer than the one from before.

Hisako was already readying Oblivion. Tomoko-chan, deep breaths. Deep breaths.

I found myself gripping the hem of my caretaker’s Marine jacket while inhaling as much air as I could. Both out of comfort and for something to hang onto.

Jack-nii swiveled his head around a few more times. “Where are they—”

Another BOOM.

I couldn’t help the loud squeal of shock leaving my lips at the sound of screams in the distance, and Jack-nii was tensing as soon as fire started shooting up from a nearby warehouse. “Wh-what the—”

And then I could hear yelling. Very familiar yelling.

“TOMO-CHAN, WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Hisako nearly dropped her Keyblade. What.

My heart could’ve stopped.

Instead of saying something aloud, I poked my other Self. Hisako?

My Nobody answered almost immediately. What is it, dear?

I wasn’t the only one who heard that, right? Right?!

My heart was beating hard now.

Hisako immediately shook her head, long brown hair nearly slapping her cheeks in the process as her glasses slipped down to the bridge of her nose. It wasn’t just you, Tomoko-chan. I heard it too.

Then…then…

The idea had already latched onto my mind as the fire burned in the distance.

Jack-nii was completely at a loss for words in the outside world, though. “What the heck…?” Around us, other Marines were running, trying to get out of the way of the fire, but I found my feet frozen.

It can’t be… can it?

Then I heard another voice. A voice much closer than any other explosion today.

“HISSATSU: RAPID STORM!”

Even though my caretaker was tensing from all the chaos, I already knew who was yelling.

The name was almost like sawdust on my lips. How did they even get here?

“Papa…?”

Jack-nii was already swerving his head to look at me in disbelief. “Papa?” he echoed.

There was another close BOOM with the end of that remark, and then I was seeing someone fly out of the smoke. Technically leap, but as soon as my eyes landed on a blue Konoha hitai-ite and the gleam of a kodachi sword, my jaw dropped.

“KEI?!”

I couldn’t even make out Jack-nii’s shocked sputtering.

It didn’t even take that long for the mystery person to land a few meters away from us, crouching in a way akin to the old action movies, and once the sudden wind and smoke started to clear, I was making out a white-blue hooded jacket and messy black cowlicks that I wouldn’t see on anyone else.

Tears were already filling my eyes as soon as the person raised their head from looking down at their knee.

It had been 6-7 months, but she was still Explosive As Ever, apparently. Even when I was gone…

I slowly let go of the back of Jack-nii’s jacket to peer past my caretaker’s arm. “Kei?” I said again, my voice cracking. “I-Is that you?”

My reincarnation buddy, my bestest friend in the entire world, only stared at me with wide black eyes as her mouth took on a surprised “o.” Whether it was the reunion that was going on or the carnage around us, I wasn’t sure. But those black eyes and eyebags were definitely dead-ringers for Kei. “T…” the syllable was almost silent on her end as she continued to gape. “To…”

I wasn’t even aware something else exploded nearby until shrapnel was flying everywhere and Jack-nii was covering me in a protective hug. Even when squeaking, he didn’t let go until the smoke had cleared, leaving me to breathe in the scent of salt water from his jacket for quite a while.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE?! Hisako demanded angrily in my place.

For once, I didn’t have an answer until Jack-nii slowly let go of me, and once my eyes could adjust to the fading grey smoke and the newly trashed dock area, I could make out a head of two-toned brown hair.

The tears were spilling over now because there was only one person I knew who had hair like that. And the old navy blue ninja headband.

“P-Papa?!”

Oh. Hisako said quietly, lowering Oblivion.

Papa was already on his feet as soon as my voice echoed in the sky, and I didn’t even have a second to move before there was wind and he was standing in front of me. His eyes were glowing a dark red-orange and green, but they were already starting to fade for a tired yellow as he fell to his knees, his hands reaching out to cup my cheeks. The gesture made me feel like I was a doll he hadn’t seen in years. His palms were rough with calluses and perhaps some dirt, but they were still Papa’s hands. “H-Hime…” he breathed a soft and broken laugh as soon as he was making eye contact with me, my tears already starting to fall onto his fingers. “Hime.”

“Papa…!” Joy was filling my heart and flooding my veins with cheese and probably every other single warm emotion in the world, but I couldn’t find it in myself to move. All I could do was smile as widely as I could as my nose started to clog. It was like I was experiencing the joy of seeing Ace-nii propose to Leith-nee all over again, only better. “I-It’s you, Papa, right? It’s really you, Papa?”

He was nodding vigorously as the tired yellow in his eyes quickly faded for happy brown, a bright grin on his face. “It’s me, sweetie, it’s me.” And then I was being squeezed in another hug as something musty wafted through my snot-clogged nostrils. Even if my ribs were creaking from the grip, it was hard to miss the water droplets falling onto the top of my hair. Oh goodness. “Tomoko-chan…!” Papa choked above my head. “We found you, hime…!”

I was gone for way too long.

My vision was promptly shot too as I buried my nose into the shoulder of his green flak jacket. “I-I missed you too, Papa! I missed you too!”

I wasn’t even sure where Jack-nii was now, but soon another pair of arms was joining into the hug, and then I could smell a bit of ink and mochi.

“You doof,” Kei muttered angrily, but the messy black hair brushing my cheek was nothing to laugh at. She was here too. The heat wasn’t even in her words anymore as her chin bumped the side of my head. “Where have you been, Tomo? All the way out here?”

“S-Something like that,” but I was laughing, and it was the first time in a while that I felt free, “But I found you all again, didn’t I?”

Kei only snorted in disbelief but tightened the now apparent group hug as soon as Papa started brushing through my hair with a hand. “Yeah, right. It’s more like we found you, Tomo-chan.”

Hisako was smiling. She’s right, y’know.

The first sob was leaving my lips now in a happy choking noise, but I didn’t want to break down completely because my loved ones were here, and I still needed to address Jack-nii in the area. “I-I’m sorry for missing so much. B-But I’m okay, and I’m here!”

Kei snorted again, but there was a hiccupy quality to it this time as the grip on me loosened, probably for the sake of giving breathing space. “Go on, Tomo. Judai-jichan could probably use a better explanation than you getting kidnapped.”

I could vaguely hear the clatter of books falling to the ground in my head. Oh, fuck.

Even in all the emotions rolling through me, my mind still had enough coherence to squeak in protest. “I got here by black hole thingy!”

Papa and Kei were now pulling away from me to stare in disbelief.

“Um,” I said, because there was still fire in the distance from explosions, and now I could vaguely hear a loud yell of my nickname. Again. “Portal thingy?”

And whoop-de-doo, another second was all it took for another friend to barrel into me. I didn’t have to look up to know it was another member of Team Minato, but once goggles were digging into the shoulder of my kimono dress, I already could guess. “H-Hi, Obi.”

My Uchiha friend only let out a muffled cheer, lifting me up high before spinning around, and I had to hold back teary giggles. “We found you, Tomo-chan!” was the happy yell in my ear. “We finally found you!”

I politely didn’t mention his wiping his eyes with his jacket sleeves to instead hug back by winding my arms around his neck. “Missed you too, Obi. Missed you too.”

He cheered again, but I could already tell that there was a slight hiccup in the noise as he put me down, grinning. “You’re worse than Kei when it comes to trouble, Tomo-chan! Seriously, you’ve been here for the past few months?!” Obito then glanced around the docks before turning back to me with a teary eye and a loud and dry remark of, “This place sucks!”

“You all did kinda burn the place,” I pointed out, trying not to pout and/or deadpan from the exasperation of getting indirectly burned because the lump in my throat was still there and all. “Explosions?”

The Uchiha only jumped with a loud shout of protest. “HEY! That was Kei!” Obito then fumbled with his hands.

My reincarnation buddy, even when a few centimeters away, still had enough energy to look indignant. The eyebags helped her case a lot. “Don’t put all the blame on me.”

Nearby, I could see Papa put a finger to his ear. He was muttering something, but I couldn’t make it out because Obito was hugging me again, aaaaaah. “Tomo-chan…!”

Goodness, he was going to cry soon.

I patted his head, holding back the urge to smile. To think I missed this. “I love you too, Obi. Thank you for coming and finding me.”

He jolted for a single second before squeezing tighter, and I tried not to squawk because ribs. “Tomo-chan, you’re a doofus!”

“A-And you’re making it hard to b-breathe!” I choked out instead, because gosh, my ribs were creaking more now. How many hugs could I take at this rate? Ninja were strong. “Obito!”

Kei was definitely laughing now as soon as Obito squawked too and let go.

A long second of silence passed before Papa turned back to me with a more hesitant smile. “So, hime?”

I wiped my tears away with my kimono sleeve, both because I didn’t have a tissue on me and the nearby smoke was hard to inhale. “Y-Yeah, Papa?”

He then pointed behind me with his tanto, and the horror only hit as soon as his eyes flashed red-orange and green again. “Think you could explain the person standing behind you there? With the hat?”

I glanced behind me, only to see Jack-nii wave at me happily, apparently not minding Kei and Obito’s now combined glares in his direction.

Goddammit, Jack. Hisako muttered.

I tried not to blanch as soon as there was another WHOOSH of air. “Are we late?” said the newly arrived Minato-san. Another hand was then resting on my head, and I looked up only to see Kakashi give me an eye-smile of all things before looking forward, and once I followed his stare and landed on Jack-nii again, my heart was the next thing to fly out of my ribs.

Oh no.

“Not really, Minato, no,” Papa said testily, still pointing his tanto in Jack-nii’s direction. I didn’t miss how he extended his chakra to make said tanto into a large and threatening chakra blade. “Just in time for interrogations!”

Meep.

“I’m alright with that, Judai-jichan,” Kakashi added quietly, his hand still resting on top of my head.

Jack’s gonna die.

I don’t want him to die.

Do something.

On it.

I raised one of my hands and added a soft, “Um, Jack-nii over there took care of me? For the past 6-7 months?”

Kei was the first one to swivel her head back and stare at me incredulously. “What.”

“Eh? You don’t believe me?”

Obito shook his head at the same time Kakashi said, “Not even a bit.”

Jack-nii only grinned, crossing his arms behind his head nonchalantly. “I knew I would like you people!”

GODDAMMIT, JACK.

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Love is an Illusion

Pairing: Umimaki

Words: ~1800

Rating: K

Domestic AU

AN: As promised, a birthday fic for Umi! And only a day late, too.

Maki was late.

She ran out of the classroom as soon as the teacher said they could go, not even waving goodbye to Hanayo and Rin. Of all the days the teacher could go on some tangent that went on beyond the bell, of course it had to be this one. She was sure Umi wouldn’t mind her not showing up on time—surprised, maybe, but not upset—but it was embarrassing being late to a meeting she herself had asked for, especially when it was the other person’s birthday. She sprinted through the halls, almost colliding into someone more than once. She just breathed out a quick ‘sorry’ and kept going.

Finally, her destination was in sight. And indeed, her upperclassman was standing there, serene and graceful as always. “Umi!” Maki cried out, coming to a stop in front of her. “Sorry, were you waiting long? Today’s lesson went overtime and—”

Umi held up a hand. “It’s alright. I only just got here myself.” She was lying, Maki could tell. Her polite smile was strained (although not forced), as if Umi really wanted her to know she wasn’t mad. Such a kind soul. How could Maki possibly deserve her?

Maki’s eyes shot open, the sun’s rays piercing the curtains and dancing on her face. A rare occurrence. By this hour she was usually at the hospital already. But not this day. Never this day.

Umi lay beside her, still asleep. Maki smiled. Umi was the only person she knew busier than herself. She deserved as much rest as she could get. She leaned over and lightly planted a kiss on her lover’s forehead. The older girl mumbled incoherently in response.

“Right, gotta get started,” Maki said, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up. The echoes of the memories that had resurfaced in her dreams resonated in her mind. It was Umi’s day, and Maki would be damned if her wife had anything less than the best experience from start to finish. They would be having a bigger party with their friends of course, courtesy of Kotori and Honoka, but that wasn’t until the weekend. Today, it was just the two of them.

“Anyway, shall we get started?” Umi said, turning and sliding the music room door open.

Maki’s fingers twitched. “Yeah. I’ll try to make it quick, I’m sure Kotori and Honoka have some big party waiting for you.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Umi said. “You’re right, those two have always liked to go overboard for my birthday, to a point where last year they could barely stay awake in class the next day. I made them promise to save it for the weekend starting this year.”

“Ah.” Then again, Maki supposed, if those two had had plans with Umi then there was no way she would’ve been able to arrange this meeting for just the two of them, alone. Maki started having second thoughts. Would this really work? Maybe she was just wasting both Umi’s and her own time.

Maki stopped by the piano, making a trail in the dust with her finger. The old thing looked so sad sitting neglected here in its corner. When was the last time she had played it? It couldn’t have been more than a few months ago, but it seemed so far away. Moreover, when was the last time she had played something with Umi? They were both so busy nowadays. They used to spend so much time together by her beloved instrument. Even after they stopped their activities as μ’s, the pair had continued to compose and write songs together in the school music room as if nothing had changed. They couldn’t keep meeting up after Umi went off to university, of course, but even then, they would send each other their work online and collaborate digitally. They must’ve had several hundred pieces by now. Some of them they had worked on until it was professional quality—Nico had asked them to write a few songs for her career—but most of them were short little numbers that were for them only. A blank sheet paper notebook lay open on the music stand, still ready for its owner to inscribe her next creation.

Maki removed the cover and tested some of the keys. Still in tune. Maybe later. First she had to make breakfast.

Maki marched herself to the piano bench, sat, and pulled up the cover. She told the doubt in her head to stuff it. It was too late to turn back now. In a few weeks, Umi would be gone completely, off to university and her future, leaving her behind. They would try to stay in touch, of course, but Maki knew the two of them. They were such bad texters, they were liable to drift apart if they didn’t make a conscious effort otherwise. And how could she expect herself to do that if she couldn’t even make this effort right now?

She turned her head to Umi, who was digging through her bag for the notebook she used to work on their lyrics. “You don’t need that today,” she said.

“What? I thought you had a new piece you wanted to show me and get started on some lyrics for.”

“Well…I lied to you a little bit.” From her own bag, Maki produced a handful of music sheets, which she spread out in front of her. There were lyrics already scrawled between the staves. “This is a song for you, Umi. My present to you. You don’t need to write anything. Just listen.” Maki looked her straight in the eyes. “I mean it. Really, truly listen. Okay?” Umi nodded dumbly. Maki took a deep breath and started playing, her fingers dancing across the keys, her voice joining in the melody soon after.

The lights of town are a blur

I could almost touch the crescent moon gently with my hand

On those special days when I get to see you

My fingertips are glittering diamonds

I wanna be with you

Longer than usual

Sooner than usual

I’m not used to wearing high heels

And stagger in them, so lend me your arm

Would that be too obvious?

…

The door opened, and Umi stepped out, still blinking the sleep out of her eyes. “G’morning Maks,” she slurred.

“Hey there, beautiful,” Maki said, stifling a laugh. She still couldn’t get over the image of the otherwise prim and proper Sonoda Umi staggering in a daze in the morning. Usually she shook it off as soon as possible with a cup of coffee since she had to get herself together and in order for the day, but when they had the day off like this, the unkempt beast reared its head for Maki’s amusement.

“I made your favourite for breakfast,” Maki said, sliding a plate over to Umi.

“But anything you cook is my favourite.” Apparently Umi was awake enough for this kind of banter, at least

“I know,” Maki said, rolling her eyes, “that’s why I made my favourite.” She flipped the second omelette onto her own plate, and carried it to the table. They said their thanks, and dug in.

“Tomato omelette,” Umi said. “I especially love it when you make this.”

“Eh? I thought anything was fine by you.”

“Yeah, but I love the way your eyes light up when you take a bite out of anything tomato.”

“Blegh. You are such a sap.” Maki tried her damnedest not to smile, but Umi was too much of a dork. It was hard to believe this same girl used to be scandalized whenever Maki so much as tried to hold her hand. Then again, Maki herself could get so easily embarrassed when Umi found the courage to make comments like that. “Hurry up, you dork, I still have to give you your birthday present.”

“Present? I thought you were going to give it to me at the party along with everyone else.”

“Well yeah, I’m giving you something then too. But I just realized I wanted to give you something right now, too. Here, come on.” Maki grasped her hand and dragged her to her feet. Umi barely managed to stuff the last forkful of omelette in her mouth before being whisked away to the piano.

“I refuse to believe you’ve somehow found the time to compose a song in the scarce free time you’ve had recently.”

“You would be correct,” Maki said. She placed her fingers on the keys. It had been a long time, but the memory of that song and the feelings she had poured into it was burned into her mind. She could practically picture the notes and the words on the blank sheets in front of her. “This is an old one, actually. Thought you might like to hear it again.” She waited for a response, but Umi just nodded. Taking that as a sign to go ahead, Maki began, her fingers dancing across the keys.

…

Love’s an illusion

Amazingly romantic

Unexpected warmth I didn’t see coming

Love’s an illusion

Quite fantastic

My heart’s beating too hard to hide

Maki let the last note ring. Slowly, she turned to Umi.

“Maki, that was beautiful,” the older girl said, a light blush on her cheeks. “You wrote that…for me?”

“…I wasn’t sure you’d get the message,” Maki muttered, playing with her hair. “But, uh, yeah. Umi, I…”

“I know.” Umi stood up and walked beside the piano bench. She took Maki’s hands in her own. Umi’s hands were so strong, and warm, and soft, even though they should’ve been callused from her years in archery. Maki didn’t get insecure about her body that often, but her own rough fingers felt undeserving of Umi’s. “Maki. I like you too.”

Maki let the last note ring. Slowly, she turned to Umi.

“As beautiful as the first time I heard it,” the older girl whispered, tears in her eyes.

“…I wasn’t sure you’d remember.”

“Of course I remember, you dummy.” Umi moved to sit on the piano bench. Maki shuffled over to make room. “That was the happiest day of my life! I cherish every detail of that moment, of that day.” Umi leaned her head on Maki’s shoulder and inhaled deeply. “Thanks, Maki. I love you.”

Maki gazed lovingly at her as her right hand found Umi’s left. So many years had passed them by, but it was still as strong and warm as she remembered. “Happy birthday, Umi. I love you too.”

The song I used in this story is Mimori Suzuko’s 恋はイリュージョン (Koi wa Illusion / “Love is an Illusion”). In case anyone doesn’t know, Mimorin is Umi’s voice actress. The song, of course, is in Japanese. The English translation I used is from here

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