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happyandticklish · 3 months ago
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That moment when you procrastinate on a paper because it's 'going to be easy' and then it's the due date for that paper and you're having to crack down only to discover that it was easy but required so much more time than you gave it and now you have to turn in this humiliating piece of garbage knowing full well that you could have done a good job if you hadn't fucked yourself over
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whatwouldyourbiasdo · 4 years ago
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Finding Cinderella | Series | Chapter One
Title: Finding Cinderella
Pairings: Donghae x reader,(Primary) Heechul x reader (Secondary), Kyuhyun x reader (Secondary)
Author’s Note: I have been planning this story for a while but have been battling many writers’ blocks in doing so. This story will mainly focus on Donghae and the reader but will have branching stories between Heechul, Kyuhyun and two secondary OC characters.
Sidenote: Yes, this series will include Kangin and Sungmin. This was originally started back when the two of them were still active members and in my heart they will always be members so I will include them wherever I see fit.
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It was a week before the big SM Entertainment company party. Although it was a special occasion to celebrate the company’s success to which not only the artists but also the staff was invited, the staff working for the company had to bust their chops off to get everything ready for the big night.
Music had to be arranged; a DJ to run tracks during the night and he had to be the best of the best, equipment had to be ready and in place to ensure no shortcomings throughout the party, building in a karaoke bar for staff and artist alike to sing their hearts out in the name of good fun. A dance floor especially designed for the occasion, each tile placed with precision in a pattern that, when lit up would create special effects like a lake, fireworks or fire. Decorations had to be in order, balloons, strings, posters of every artist signed and invited. Food prepared by the best chefs in Korea to suit everyone’s taste and preference and to show that SM Entertainment was a well off company who left no dime unturned in treating their staff.
“Yes… Yes, of course, I understand that it takes time to prepare all the preferred dishes… Yes, I understand that changing it last minute will cost extra, that will be no problem.”
Park Eunmi was pacing back and forth through the party venue, the light of her Bluetooth headset blinking rapidly as she once again had to deal with last minute changes by the company, having to convey these orders back to the suppliers and dealing with the complaints that it caused. It was one of the downsides of her job as secretary to the board of executives that she has grown to accept over time.
At age eighteen she started interning at the company for half of minimum wage as she was in dire need of money, having to help support her family after her father’s untimely death that left her with her stepmother and twin step-siblings, as well as pay for her enrollment into the Korean National University of Arts. Her father, Park Jinwoo, had supposedly left some money as inheritance, but had apparently signed it off on her stepmother’s name instead, as he believed that it would be safer in an adult’s hands than with the children. Eunmi had no idea if that was truly the case as she had never been allowed to look at the will, but she assumed that it had been decided as such.
Eunmi had always struggled with accepting the new additions to the family. Her mother had died when she was still young and soon after her father met Kwon Seomi, a rather extravagant young woman with twins of her own; a boy named Kwon Seojun and a girl named Kwon Seola.  They were just a year older than Eunmi and to describe them as mischievous was an understatement. It didn’t take long for her father to decide he needed a new mother figure in their lives and married Seomi the following year. Though Seomi never treated Eunmi warmly and motherly, she did her best to tolerate the new additions to the family for the sake of her father who seemed to truly love the new woman in her life.
Seomi never worked a day in her life and spent her days spending Jinwoo’s money for which he worked hard day in and day out. Jinwoo was a talented producer and manager at an entertainment label known as SM Entertainment. Back when he started working for the company, they were just starting their rise in the industry and have long since grown into the company people know, love and sometimes hate today. He had garnered quite a reputation for himself as a respected and praised producer. Unfortunately, when Eunmi had just turned eighteen her father fell ill with an incurable disease and passed away, leaving her in the care of Seomi who reluctantly took care of her as she knew Jinwoo had left most of his inheritance to his favorite and only blood-related daughter but decided not to inform her of the inheritance. Instead, she decided to keep the money for herself to make sure she and her two children could continue to live comfortably while leading Eunmi to believe that they had to turn every dime to make ends meet.
Because Eunmi promised her father to treat Seomi, Seojun and Seola as if they were her real family, she tolerated the unfair treatment they put her through. She endured having to move to the space in the attic as her own room, she endured watching her siblings dress in the newest clothes while she received the hand me downs, believing that because they were older they deserved it first. She endured being looked down upon and left out and finally, she endured having to find a job to pay for her own college degree. She had witnessed Seomi waste money on the twins for an education they threw away like it was worthless and accepted it reluctantly when Seomi told her they couldn’t possibly pay for her enrollment into the National University of Arts.
Deciding that she didn’t want to give up on her dream of becoming a performing artist as her mother, who was a promising young dancer before she settled down for the married life, she decided to take a job to earn some extra money to pay for her enrollment. She applied for a job as an intern at SM Entertainment, stating that she would do anything for less than minimum wage. Feeling sorry for her desperation, as well as acknowledging the fact that she was the daughter of one of their most praised producers, they decided to give her a chance.
Eunmi started doing the jobs no one else wanted to do; get coffee, deliver mail, clean offices, rehearsal spaces and bathrooms, organizing supplies amongst other things. Her dedication didn’t go unnoticed and soon she was promoted to a full-time employee working minimum wage and being rewarded with more honorable tasks such as answering phone calls, arranging the agendas of managers within the company and welcoming guests. And soon she had earned herself enough money to pay for her first term at the university.
But as second term was creeping closer, Seomi’s inheritance well dried up and soon declared that they no longer had enough money to get by. Seeing as she was the only person with a paying job, Seomi guilted Eunmi into giving up her studies and work to support the family. A choice she regretted from the moment she made it, but felt obligated to make as she had promised her father to take care and accept the Kwon family as if they had been blood-related.
Eunmi focused more and more on her job at SM Entertainment and over the years managed to work herself up as secretary to the board of directors, one of the most highly sought after secretary positions within the company. She was directly assisting the current CEO as well as the higher ranked managers who called the shots on any endeavor the company made regarding investments and artistic releases. At the age of twenty-six she had made quite a name for herself for being dedicated and focused, never settling for less than perfect and never handing in a task half-assed.
Her position came with a lot of responsibilities, a lot of stress and required a lot of her free time as she had to be on call at all times. If a scandal broke out, she had to be present to help fix the situation and pull the right strings to cover up that which needed to be covered. If a group released a new song or album, she had to make sure that all the schedules to promote the artist were planned out and greenlit. If a concert had to be planned she had to make sure that the venue and all that involved the concert was arranged to perfection. The only thing she didn’t do was meet and greet with the artist themselves, much to her dismay. It was a job that left her with no social life whatsoever, but she was thankful for the chance she had received and grown to love her job and accomplishments.
“No, we need it on the 25th!” She sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair as her other hand browsed through the list of things she had yet to arrange before the party. “Listen, we are willing to pay extra for the inconvenience if that can speed up the process but if you’re incapable of meeting our demands then I am afraid I will have to take this order elsewhere.” Her tone was demanding and serious, warning the person on the other side that she was not messing around. Her lips curled into a pleased smile as she heard the person stutter at her threat, quickly confirming that they would definitely be able to meet with their demands. After all, there was a lot at stake for a supplier if they refused a client as big as SM Entertainment. “I will forward the payment today, thank you for your cooperation.”
Eunmi pressed the button on her headset to cut the call as she leaned over her clipboard and crossed off the catering on the list of things to arrange. She barely had a moment to breathe when footsteps hurriedly approached her.
“Eunmi-ah! Big problems!”
“Taewoo-ssi.. Calm down,” She frowned as she turned to the taller, somewhat older colleague. His face was screaming panic as sweat was dripping down his brow. “What’s wrong?”
“T-the flowers… The celebrational flower gifts… They got delivered and… and… It’s terrible!”
“They got delivered today?” She frowned, according to their agreement with the supplier and the planning they weren’t supposed to be delivered until the day of the party on the 25th to ensure they were still freshly blooming.
“Yes but that’s not the worst part!” Taewoo continued as he desperately ran his fingers through his messy curls. “They sent us lillies. White lillies.”
“Lilies?! Are they trying to curse us?!” She immediately exclaimed. White lilies were often used for funerals and condolences but never used as a flower gift to congratulate someone.  “I thought we specifically ordered an assortment of orchids and roses!”
“We did, it even said so on the sign off sheet!” He nodded as she handed her the piece of paper.
“Then who signed for this?” Clearly the person who signed for the delivery didn’t check if the goods coincided with what they ordered, much less had the amount of common sense to realize that white lilies were definitely not used for their flower gifts.
“Someone at the front desk did… They were here and signed off when I got there.” He huffed again, unlike Eunmi he was less than compatible with any type of stress thrown his way. He had been in the company longer than Eunmi did and when she first started out he was somewhat of a mentor to her. But as she grew within the company, it was clear that the student surpassed the teacher and Taewoo often relied on her expertise to get through his own assignments. Eunmi didn’t mind as much, she owed a great deal to his supervision and encouragement when she first started out and at least he thanked her greatly after the fact. “Yah… What are we going to do? We’re in trouble… The party is in two days...”
As her brows knitted into a thoughtful frown, she tried to come up with a solution to the issue on hand. Of course they had to contact the supplier and make sure the right flowers would be delivered on the morning of the party, and she was not going to accept anything less than a major compensation for their mistake. As for the flowers they had foolishly accepted; they couldn’t return them to the supplier as they were of no use now that they were decreasing in value and condition.
“Are there any message ribbons attached to the lilies?” Eunmi quickly wondered to which she received a negative answer. “Alright, take the lily gifts and donate them to the nearest funeral hall, I’m sure they’ll be of good use there. Tell them that SM Entertainment sends their regards to all the people who have lost a loved one and that, although there isn’t much we can do for the community, we would like to offer this as a token of understanding and condolence as we want to give those who have lost someone to feel loved as part of the community.”
Taewoo stared at her for a moment, he never understood how she came up with ideas and solutions to their issues right on the spot. For some reason she always knew exactly what to do and how to support her argument. “You’re a genius, you know that? But what about the flower arrangements..?”
“Leave that to me, I’ll make a call to the supplier and demand full reimbursement for their mistake, as well as the flowers we had ordered, or threaten their good name with bad reviews.” Eunmi explained as she scrolled down her list of numbers to find the flower supplier.
“Remind me never to get on your bad side!” Taewoo chuckled before giving her a quick and cheeky salute as he headed off to dispose of the white lilies.
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minnochu · 6 years ago
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Interference (pt. 22)
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Officer!Jimin x Reader AU
pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 | pt 13 | pt 14 | pt 15 | pt 16 | pt 17 | pt 18 | pt 19 | pt 20 | pt 21 | pt 22 | pt 23 | pt 24 | pt 25
(A/n): Tomorrow is my last exam and it’ll mark the end of my first year of college! Yaayy... which means I’ll have a little more free time to write and wreck feelings to my heart’s content, so please accept this cute little chapter that might be a little dialogue heavy. 
Also sorry if it’s a little rushed with grammar or spelling mistakes, I finally found a good stopping point for the part but wasn’t sure if it was too short or just really bad in general and just wanted to finally update something for everyone so enjoy!
Another also~ I’ll update links tomorrow ‘cause I’m currently trying my best to study for my exam right now!! 
“Make yourself at home!” Jungkook exclaims, eager for you to enter as he helps carry your things in. You dismissed him from helping you when you were more than capable yourself, but he insisted on being a gentleman. More like he wanted to show off how strong he was. To which you laughed and reminisced the few memories you had of him. Those of which included him teasing you endlessly, a smile always playing on both of your faces.
This will be good, you thought as Jungkook tidied up his guest bedroom, I’ll be able to learn more about myself from him.
“I didn’t expect you to answer so quick,” he admitted timidly, scratching the back of his neck shyly, “I’m not much of a cook, so I can order take out if you want..”
“That’s alright, if you have ingredients I can cook tonight,” you smile as he leads you to the kitchen where he opens his fridge in embarrassment, cheeks tinging with a slight peachy hue. You can only laugh at his shyness when you see the bare minimum of contents like milk, eggs, and half of a loaf of bread. “Take out it is then,” you shake your head, “We’ll go grocery shopping later, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he agrees sheepishly, already on his phone to call for take out.
You suppose you’ll manage to get by living with Jungkook. Pushing away the feelings in your heart, you accept your new home with the raven haired man. It’s not so bad either as you spend your days looking through scrapbooks of you both that apparently you made, going out for walks in hopes of eliciting any memories, watching movies you used to watch with him. It makes you feel like an average couple, but you can only shake that thought out of your head when you wish you could do the same thing with Jimin.
The thought makes you laugh under your breath as you cook breakfast for the two of you. The orange haired man was too married to his job, he couldn’t drop anything for a woman. Not like he would with his complex. And here you thought you made some kind of progress getting closer to the detective.
“Smells great!”
Your eyes widen, flipping around at the familiar voice. Taehyung? However, you’re in the kitchen alone, heart beating wildly at your imagination. It almost made you slouch in disappointment. You were certain you heard the man’s light-hearted and yet so baritone voice. You remember the shock of hearing his voice for the first time paired with his cute baby face.
“That pervert’s cooking can’t be THAT good,” comes Jimin usual gruff voice, coupled with an eye roll you know he’d do in unison with his comment. The detective would grumble like a child and poutily cross his arms over his chest as he takes a seat at the dinner table.
Again, no one is in the kitchen and you try to block out your memories of cooking for the two detectives. From Taehyung’s mirthful expression as he chows down on homemade cooking like it would be his last, to Jimin’s disinterest even though you know he secretly enjoyed your cooking. He was just too stubborn for his own good. It didn’t bother you nonetheless. Because he always ate everything on his plate after you both grew closer. Maybe you even thought it was cute. Cute? Yeah. Jimin was cute. It was no wonder women approached the group when you guys were out to jog your memory.
Shaking your head vigorously, you sighed, feeling your shoulders sag in hopelessness. Why couldn’t you just stop thinking about them, about him, for once?
Admittedly, at night you imagined Jimin sleeping beside like he always did. You concentrate on the blanket wrapped around you and think about the warmth you felt when Jimin would seek out yours at night. You considered asking Jungkook for that kind of thing… seeing as he was your best friend and all. But that would be too sudden and awkward on your part when you barely remembered what kind of relationship you both had before your incident. And at this point, you can only call him your best friend.
“Noona?”
A tug comes at your elbow.
“Noona, it’s too early,” a yawning voice says.
You glance down, expecting it to be part of your imagination, but you see a boy. He comes to just above your hip, looking up at you but you can’t make out his face at all. Squinting, blinking, rubbing your eyes; nothing helps. His face is blurry, scribbled out like a messed up drawing, but your gut reminds you that this is your little brother.
“Pancakes? You’re the best (Y/n)!” Jungkook’s voice interrupts and the boy fades away and is replaced by a much taller man. His doe eyes peer down at you playfully, poking your side to get your attention, “Hey you, you’ll burn it!”
Blinking, you almost let out an ugly squawk as you hurriedly scrape the bottom of the pancake and flip it over to the other side. Pouting, you jab at his rib cage in retaliation, “You’re up early, you have work today?”
He smiles and unceremoniously swings his arm around your shoulders, “Yep! But don’t get too lonely, I’ll be back tonight.” He winks and even adds a few eyebrow wiggles at which you swat at him with a weak glare.
It’s not too bad, you suppose. He reminds you of Taehyung and Hoseok. Both of them playful and maybe even childish.
“Don’t wait up, I’ll probably be snoring my ass off,” you stick your tongue out.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” He dismisses, waving his hand around as you finish up the pancakes and bring them to the dining table. You can’t help that empty feeling in your chest as you look back and you feel your breath hitch when you see that boy there for a second. When you blink, he’s gone and you’re back to wondering how you’ll ever be able to remember your family.
As you eat breakfast with Jungkook, you wonder how the boys are holding up. Were they okay? Were they eating well? Was Taehyung cooking instead of that super untalented Jimin? You would call… but you just couldn’t bring yourself to press the speed dial to their respective numbers. Not even Yoongi’s.
.
“What are we gonna do with him?” Taehyung sighs as he leans back against Yoongi and Hoseok’s two desks. Seokjin turns in his chair to regard the orange-nette with a pitiful smile.
“Nothing really, that boy’s whipped,” he smiles, knowing full well that the younger can hear him as he leans further into his desk to hide his deep frown.
“Shut up, she made her choice, she was only staying with us temporarily,” He scoffs, ruffling his hair and shaking his head to keep the image of you out of his head. Cursing his coworkers when they snicker among each other at his lack of denial.
At first, as soon as you left, he went into a reclusive sort of state. He didn’t speak to anyone, nor did anyone bother to when they knew he would’ve blown up on them. He couldn’t blame them anyways when he spent more time at the gym than resting at home now. At home, it wasn’t the same. Despite him wanting to forget the past months that have gone by quicker than he wanted to, he knew he just couldn’t erase this image of you from his mind.
The couch wasn’t the same. The kitchen wasn’t the same. Even the blanket you used wasn’t the same.
It was embarrassing to admit, but he refused to put in the laundry out of fear of your fading scent. It faded, and that made him all the more angry at himself and at your leave.
He and his partner went back to eating takeout, omelets and rice being the only homemade meal they knew how to cook without messing it up. Taehyung tried staying optimistic but Jimin just couldn’t and found himself instinctively going back to the couch at night to curl there by himself. Some nights, he just had to sleep there or else he wouldn’t sleep at all. Although that didn’t even prove to allow him peaceful sleep.
Countless times now has the man woke up sweaty and driven to tears after the same nightmares that plagued him before he began sleeping with you in his arms. Among these dreams began to include the same image of you leaving to be with Jungkook. It broke him on the inside.
The more he thought about it, why was he being so pathetic? Why was he acting so weak right now? This was just not him.
“She had a big effect on you, that’s all,” Yoongi shrugs as he takes a swig of the beer in front of him. The two currently sat in a somewhat populated food tent, drinking and eating tteokbokki. In all honesty, Jimin decided it was finally time to talk about it to Yoongi despite feeling embarrassed that he was so caught up over you. “I’m not even surprised that you’re moping around like this, but I gotta say… it was refreshing to see you just a little bit more relaxed around the office with that girl around.”
“Wh-what?” the carrot-head balks as he avoids the piercing leer from his hyung, sipping on his drink as his cheeks burned nervously, “I did no such thing.”
“You can’t deny that you haven’t been a pain in the ass after she was assigned to you and Taehyung, and now that she’s gone…  you’re back to having that stupid little broom shoved back up your ass.”
Jimin threw the elder a dirty glare, flicking a piece of fallen rice cake at the male, “Shut up, you guys are hallucinating.”
The other shrugged, watching as the man in front of him sighed and continued to eat. The darkening swells underneath his eyes were extremely noticeable. His hair, faded to a milky orange with time, was forever messy as he neglected taking better care of himself. And if he thought about it further, he could say that even though the man was spending more time at the gym to let off steam, he was starting to look unhealthy with him and Taehyung unable to eat the home cooked foods that you made for them. He was tearing himself apart.
“You need to take care of yourself Chims,” he sighed, reaching over to grab him from the top of his head to forcefully yank his head towards him. Their eyes met, his hardened brown meeting his forlorn and almost dazed ones. “Get your shit together man, everyone’s worried for you. You’re not the only feeling depressed over her absence either. Taehyung isn’t as annoying as you think he is still, Hoseok can’t stop talking about her either, even I… I want to call her and ask how she’s doing with that guy and if she’s figured out her life… you’re not alone so shut the fuck up and look after yourself.”
“She wouldn’t want to see you falling apart…”
Jimin’s eyes widened as he blinked at Yoongi glaring at him, “I… She… She’s gone now… she wouldn’t care if I…”
“Oh my god… just shut up,” Yoongi sighed in exasperation at his denial, “It’s not just you going through this alone… you got over Jungmi, we can help you get over (Y/n).”
“You guys act like I was dating that stupid girl,” the younger snorted, frowning as he stared at his empty glass, “It’s not like she cheated on me and ruined my life or anything like what Jungmi did.”
“You guys were basically married,” Yoongi snickered, wiggling his brow suggestively, “You can’t hide the fact that you slept in the same bed with her countless times… even now, Tae told me how you sleep in the living room still.”
“Shut up…” he pouted, “It’s not like I want to still keep thinking about her…”
“You miss her though,” the elder’s blatant voice interrupts, the blonde now leaning on the palm of his hand, propped up on the table, “You’ll continue to destroy yourself like this if you keep denying that you miss her. You don’t think I know how she’s been letting herself into your life one by one, finding out all the details from your past and still she accepts you and tries to help you. If that girl weren’t so strong, I’m sure she would have actually cried in the car and beg me to turn around and head back to your place.”
His eyes narrow at the other’s silence, “You’d be fucking blind if you never noticed the way she is around you, and the way you, yourself, are around her as well.”
“Jungmi hurt you, we all know and regret that even to this day in the office… and we were on our toes and ready if (Y/n) did anything to hurt you, but everyone knows how much she’s been a positive effect on you, you need to pick yourself up, and whether that means chasing after and dragging her back home or letting her go to live with another guy.”
“Ouch, you didn’t have to rub it in that she’s with another guy right now,” Jimin winced, frowning at the thought Jungkook possibly doing something he could never do to you.
The younger glances at his adoptive brother, faltering underneath his piercing gaze. Yoongi was obviously right. He just didn’t want to come to terms with your absence and cling to the you that stayed in his home and let him cry on your shoulder and rely on someone for once.
“But thanks for the pep talk… I needed it I guess..”
“I only speak the truth,” Yoongi shrugged before cracking a small smile, “I’m your elder brother after all aren’t I? I’m here to smack some sense into your dumb ass.”
The younger cracked a smile, shaking his head. I guess he had no other choice as it was. There was no way he could just barge into the life that you wanted to take back so badly. Was it really better this way? He wasn’t sure, but he just couldn’t keep moping around like he was and bringing down the mood of the office. Taehyung had inevitably already given up at cheering him up.
So perhaps that’s why he decided what he did.
Walking into the office the day after next, he held his chin high and greeted others as he usually did, relishing in the surprised looks by his coworkers.
“Jiminie,” Taehyung blinked over and over again with a surprised balk at the appearance of the man, “You… your hair.. it’s black.”
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