#seriously thank you!! and thank you for allowing me to speak more indepth about this

[johobi]

FRICkity FRACKKKK that chapter 8 why are you doing this to ussss? Honestly it hits a little close to home coz i had a long time friend who i was crushing on for YEARS and strung me along, knowing how i felt, so /maybe/ i’m the minority who roots for Jungkook and his sexy ass to end up with OC because I know how sucks it must have felt for her being the emotional safety cushion for Tae. ANYWAY i can’t wait for the next one gurl u one hell of a writer! Happy holiday!

I don’t want to divulge, too much, Tae’s POV, because the not knowing is part of the fun. Buuuuut– (ch. 8 spoilers and some character exploration under the cut)

I will say that Tae isn’t intentionally stringing Y/N along. It’s just not his character; he’s not a bad guy, and yeah, what he did in this chapter was a mistake. But he’s human, and it was important for Y/N to realise that. 

Looking at the timeline of events that have transpired, we can reasonably guess that Taehyung had a crush on her back in high school (as evidenced by the card, the masturbation confession etc.), and like most crushes, it abated when she left for college/university. 

His present-day feelings are probably a lot more jumbled. Y/N hasn’t been as careful recently with hiding her feelings (the outburst at Hoseok’s, blushing, freezing when he touches her etc.), so he likely has a decent inkling about her attraction to him. There’s no way for him to know that she loves him, however. 

Remember how he saw her getting hot and heavy with Jungkook at the party? He’d never seen her like that before. So openly sexual. Maybe that stirred some feelings in him? 

And the kiss was the culmination of that. He may have acted on those emerging feelings, under the impression that she reciprocated that attraction. However, when she reacts so adversely (because she thinks he can’t possibly love her, and it must all be just because he’s tipsy and horny) he justifies it as meaning nothing, because he doesn’t want her to interpret the kiss as a confession of love he thinks she doesn’t want. (Oh, how wrong you are, Tae.)

So does Tae actually love her, or is he in lust with her? Or is he merely unhealthily possessive of her, now that Jungkook has stolen the spotlight? Why, when prompted for the truth, does he then ask her, ‘Are you happy with Jungkook?’ 

I won’t divulge that here, but the answer is coming very soon. (also I love theories so feel free to throw them at me lmao)

But yeah, I’m sorry to hear that that happened to you, anon. Y/N does say herself, though, that Taehyung clearly still doesn’t know how deep her feelings run for him. He’s so damn clueless. TT; 

You’re absolutely right, though, she is absolutely Taehyung’s emotional safety net. He always runs to her when things aren’t going his way, especially with the girls he dates, and with Jungkook eating up the time normally spent with him, he’s feeling pretty volatile and vulnerable at the moment. 

And thank you so much for your kind comments.

[myheroacaoc]

Surina Origins Pt. 1

8A more indepth look into the crazy dream that spawned my OC. It’s long (I almost feel bad, but don’t) and it’s probably terrible. I know it will be sloppy, but I wrote it out more for my own piece of mind than anything else. Hopefully getting this trash out will help with the flow of other, better, things I’d rather be working on.

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'He is tall as hell!' Surina thought, turning back towards her shop. She had managed to catch him again today and she wondered why she hadn't noticed this yesterday. He wasn't difficult to pick out from the crowd- one part due to his height and the other part being his ridiculous looking yellow suit. They exchanged their pleasantries, she gave him another sample of "Vitali-tea" and hoped he would stop in to actually buy a cup before they parted ways.

She idly wondered if he had participated in one of those reality TV shows where people lose a lot of weight rather quickly. But, typically, they tend to gain muscle mass, right? Either way, it was puzzling to her how his clothes just hung off of him. She was curious and couldn't help but to want to know more.

Inside her small cafe, a few regulars lounge on the pillows scattered across the floor. Ceiling fans hang low and spin slowly, pushing the heavy summer air as best they could. The TV was on, though with the volume so low she couldn't hear what was being said. Not that it mattered to her anyway- every single morning the news was laden with the latest shenanigans of those playing heroes and villains. She was tired of hearing about it and having no choice but to be one of the countless civilians affected. She scoffed at herself for even allowing herself to muse on the subject.

I just need to keep the shop up and running so I can pay the bills and take care of mom. She told herself, as she began scrubbing the wooden countertop.

If anything happened to me, she wouldn't be able to go on. Surina knew this to be true, but still couldn't help but feel bitter about it all.

If her older brother had taken his responsibilities seriously, then he would have been the one to inherit the family business. Instead he chose to go to UA, then he saw how little heroes like him could make and chose to be a villian. Instead, using his powers to extort those weaker then him- those much like his own family.

He runs his own "agency" which is, in all reality, just a group of thugs meaner than anyone else living nearby. Of course no one messes with them or their turf and as a resident Surina has to pay for their so-called protection.

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She's startled from her thoughts by a rap on the counter. Speak of the Devil, she almost sighed aloud. One of his "Agents" was standing at the counter across from her. "What do you want? You're two weeks early." "Boss is going on vacation. He needs this months payment now."

"Now? You're two weeks early! How can you expect me to pay two weeks early?"

"I wasn't asking for an explanation- I was asking for the money."

Surina could tell her brother's henchman was not in the mood to bicker- so, with a sigh, she lifted the counter to allow him to enter.  The two of them walk through the small kitchen area and into a smaller office where Surina opens the safe.

"I have two weeks now- you can take this."

"It's only half," he starts to say, but she's held up a hand to stop him.

"It’s because we're only half way through the month. You can't think that I make that much money."

Apparently he did, the way his face crinkles. He looks past her to verify that the safe is empty.

"All I have left is the change I need to make for the customers. If you take that I won't be able to run the business."

The Agent nods, looking a bit less surly now that he understands just what his boss sent him into. Maybe her brother will think twice about his ridiculous demands.

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The rest of her day goes by uneventfully. While she keeps an eye out for Toshinori on his inevitable trip home, though she again does not catch sight of him. In the distance there are explosions, no doubt from heroes thwarting another villainous plot. It's time to close up shop and call it a night.

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The next day she chose to avoid giving samples in the morning sun and instead sweep the cafe's covered porch under a fan. The heat was stifling and, though she needed the business, she hoped no one would order a hot cup of tea. It was with her focus on the tiny piles of accumulated dust that he finally approached the shop.

"Excuse me, Miss?" Surina looked up with a smile.

"Toshinori! How are you?" She had always prided herself on remembering everyone names, but he looked surprised that she did.

"I am well," he smiled. "I was hoping to purchase some of that tea you've been giving me?"

Surina nods and gestures for him to enter the cafe, excited to have won over a new customer. At his request, she showed him the slow and careful way she brews the leaves in order to achieve maximum flavor. He watched closely before buying a kettle and cup along with a bag of his favorite leaves.

"You can just call me 'Surina', you know?" She wasn't a fan of formalities, it wasn't like she was much of anyone anyway.

"I'm glad you like my tea," she added after a pause. He sat across the counter from her and she leaned forward onto it- taking some pressure off her feet.

He smiles, just barely, "I didn't know I could like tea so much," he admits.

"Best tea in town!" She reiterates with pride.

He chuckles and drinks some more. "So do you live around here? I feel like I've been seeing you on your way to work or something."

"Work," he questions, before clearing his throat, "Ah, yes. Work. I suppose I have been."

His response was evasive, piquing her interest. "You do have a job, right?" She probes, "Some of my customers are saying you look homeless."

He visibly flinches at this assertion, "H-homeless?" He even sounds a little bewildered.

"Y-yeah, I mean," Surina gestures at him, and he looks down at his suit.

"What?" Oh, no. He sounds genuinely confused. Surina feels the heat rise to her face.

"Well, uh, it's just that... you could probably use that jacket as a tent."  Now her cheeks surely were red. She knew it was impolite, but it wasn't like she couldn't not explain herself now.

Toshinori just laughs, "I like a bit of extra room," a statement that almost comes off as a joke.

Surina laughs at this, feeling less worried about having possibly hurt his feelings. She couldn't help but to be honest, even f it was at her own detriment.

"You run this place all by yourself?" He asks as he spins on the stool to take a look around.

She smiles proudly to herself, "Yep, it's just me taking care of it all now." He nods, cupping the warm tea in his hands despite the heat.

"Safest bite to eat in town?" He reads a poster featuring a 5 star review that she had posted on the wall.

"Mm-hm! We haven't had a single villainous attempt here in over a year now!" She offers a smile, but surely her emotions have leaked through. He looks at her curiously.

"This district if full of ruffians, I wonder why they leave you alone?" Not willing to share this sensitive information with him, he waves a hand dismissively and says, "It's because everyone knows not to mess with me." She raises an eyebrow in his direction, as if in challenge, though it’s more of a distraction.

"Oh? Do you have some kind of super-powered quirk that everyone is in awe of then?" He smiles almost mischievously.

She laughs, a quick snort of amusement. "If I told you that, then you wouldn't be too nervous to try anything in the future."

He almost looks embarrassed at the insinuation and she quickly backpedals. "N-not that I think you could be a villain or anything!" Ergh, I just had to go and make it worse. First I insinuate that he's homeless and now that he could be a bad guy? I wish my mouth had a filter!

He chuckles softly and turns his face away from her.

"Listen, it's just that I don't really like to talk about my quirk at all. And if the sense of mystery keeps bad guys away, then I'm happy with it." She takes a sip of her tea so as to hide her expression. She doesn't like lying, no matter how necessary it could be. He turns back to face her, but by the time the cup leaves her lips she has already composed herself with a smile.

He smiles back, "I suppose I should be leaving. I had a late start today, but I still gotta go to work."

"Alright," Surina nods, "I am happy you stopped by today, thank-you."

As he stands to exit, the screen door swings open. Though Toshinori doesn't see who has entered, he gets the impression from Surina's sudden paleness that the visitor is unwanted. He turns to see a man dressed in a black suit, despite this heat. The sunglasses he is wearing hides the expression beneath, but Toshinori doesn't quite like how this looks.

"I'll stop by later too," he says, hoping the intruder has heard as well. With this he leaves the cafe.

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A powerful foe can always use powerful allies, he rationalized. And if he thinks she's got people at her back, maybe he won't try anything? He is worried about her- here. He worried about a lot of people actually, but he was specifically worried about her and how the villains may target her. After all, she was running what must be a successful business and they were running wild. He spent a part of his mornings stopping robberies just around the corner. He pauses a moment on the porch, just long enough to hear the start of their conversation.

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Back inside the cafe, the man approaches the counter.

"Boss wasn't too happy with the payment you offered yesterday."

Surina leans forward, her hands firmly on the counter so he can not easily pass. "He wants me to ask you why the safest place in district also isn't the busiest."

"Are we supposed to expect people to come into this neighborhood just because this one spot is safe? People are still getting robbed on the streets! The way all of you act around here has been unacceptable!" Her voice is raised in frustration, yet it cracks a bit with her fear.

The sunglasses do little to hide the bruising on the man's cheek. He probably had endured a beating for the disappointing sum he returned with yesterday. She wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to demonstrate his beating for her. But he doesn't move to, he simply leans forward and lowers his voice. Maybe not all villians are pure evil, she thought, watching him closely.

"You know your brother, he doesn't think a lot of things through." He leans forward, elbows on the counter, posture relaxing. Absentmindedly, he brushes his fingers to his bruised cheek.

"He is most generously giving you an extension- but he needs the money you owe him." The statement sends a chill down her spine. It could be for anything, she thought- but, knowing him, he probably owes the wrong people money.

"He has allowed me to pass on his terms to you, so you had a bit of a heads up: One more week."

"What," she uttered in shock. "A week?" There wasn't a way she could pay that. Not without siphoning away funds for fresh leaves or maybe her own spending on things like food. She shook her head.

"And payments can resume to normal thereafter." His tone is carefully cool as he pushed himself away from the counter. His posture becomes rigid  once again as he stands straight and reaches into his jacket. As he pulls out his wallet the door creaks open.

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"Excuse me!" A sharp voice cuts through the tension built up in the room. Toshinori bursts back in, looking as if he was worried he may have interrupted. The man in the suit holds his wallet out calmly and finishes his thought,

"I'd like to buy some of your loose leaf, Surina," the Agent says in a warmer tone. She cracks a smile, not having expected this."Alright, let me take care of you." She responds, picking up a familiar jar.

"I, ah, forgot my bag here," Toshinori says a little abashedly as he retrieves it from the paper bag from the stool at the very end.

He exits before she has a chance to say anything, the Agent following quickly behind him.

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Surina let out a deep sigh and leaned her weight against the counter. Mentally she does the math, figuring how much she can actually skim off the top of her personal living wages. She knows she shouldn't be enabling her brother's habits, especially when it comes to the way he spends money, but he has made it more than clear what he is capable of with his local terrorism.

Her hands flick out her phone, opening the cafe's web page and uploading a snap of a recently brewed cup of tea.

The next day Toshinori is able to come back, she looks a little worse for wear. Maybe a bit more stressed at the uptick of nearby brazen robberies? He had done his best to curb the violent crime in her district, but it wasn’t enough.

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