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I've decided the reason Peter and Bucky haven't interacted in live action in almost 9 years is because the multiverse could never handle all that superpowered AuDHD rizz
#i strongly headcanon both Peter and Bucky are on the autism spectrum and have adhd#something about their similar yet totally different restless energies and behaviors SPEAK to me#bucky barnes#peter parker#winter soldier#spiderman#mcu#they're also in competition with each other on who's life is the most miserable holy SHIT
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Goodbye, Hello - Chapter 4
LIST OF CHAPTERS –> Masterlist
Surely, the scortching rays of sunlight that penetrated through every grain of sand, and the outside temperature of thirty one degrees celsius were more than enough to precipitate a gushing amount of sweat pouring endlessly out of thirty-plus bodies scattered along the beachside of Pyeongchang.
The torturous heat stretching across the unsure filming site only gave out the least apprehension; The nerve-wracking, heart-stopping sound of each 'cut’ that was relentlessly made over twenty times in a span of five minutes; The sharp, vulturous eyes of the impatient woman standing by the director, eyeing the entire vicinity with grave intimidation. Now these...these were the big stressors.
What felt like an eternity of both verbal and non-verbal tension finally ended as the first scene was finally perfected. The heavy, displeased sigh that had come from the woman in front of the disappointing crew caused a drought in everyone’s throat; one that was enough to prevent them from speaking.
“After the fifteen minute break, gather around in one area before proceeding with the next scene” demanded the woman.
“Wae?” Asked one of the younger crew members who in return received threatening looks from his colleagues. He didn’t really have to add more insult to the injury.
If it weren’t for the phone call that basically just saved them from an hour-long sermon and what-not, that poor boy would have had his first taste of what the rest of the staff would pertain to as “it-was-nice-knowing-you” conversation with the boss.
Y/N’s POV
Everything about this day was frustrating to say the least. I was never really called in to do site visits unless bad problems occurred, which unfortunately was the case today. I came two hours early to the office to finish two stacks of paperwork, not to be sent three hours away from Seoul because of a highly disorganized filming location and incompetent staff who had to be tamed.
Somedays I wish I wasn’t the problem fixer.
The young boy who had the audacity to answer back in that tone made me twitch another nerve, lucky for him Chairman Byeon had called, again.
“Yeoboseyo, Chairman Byeon” a heavy, displeasing yet predictable sigh was the first thing I could hear. What is it this time.
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Yoongi’s POV
Two weeks. That’s how long it has been since we’ve started airing Champion Trainee Season 2, a talent show featuring trainees from agencies all over South Korea who competed for the title of “Champion Trainee”. Each season focused on different aspects talent-wise. Season 1, which aired over a year ago was in search for the best vocals among the younger ones. This season’s focus was rap, and that’s exactly the reason why I’m here. Why we’re all here.
Today was supposed to go by fast, or so we thought. In the two weeks-span, everything seemed to be in place, no disputes, no technical errors, nothing. Not a single problem was encountered. But today, the air that circulated around the vicinity was different. Maybe too different. Something was wrong.
Everyone was doing what they were expected to do; the stylists were in one corner, preparing the attires, some of the noonas were ironing while some were fiddling with the clothing. All the camera directors were also huddled in their stations, coordinating with the script writers and producers. The lights men and sounds personnel were doing their usual duties as well. It seems like a normal day to us, but we all know it wasn’t on their end.
“Museun il-iya?” All heads turned to Monsta x’s Jooheon who seemed to have noticed the oddness that was going around.
“Jinjja! I thought it was me. You feel it too right??” Jumped Got7′s Bambam announcing his own similar feelings.
“Why is everyone acting weird? It’s like they’re all nervous or something” Hwasa, who had been turning her head from all directions joined into the conversation as well.
Now that everyone had brought it up, the harder it was to ignore the little things that felt somewhat off, especially now that we’re barely just sitting backstage on our seats, waiting for the show to start.
“I think they lost something important” Lisa, who had just returned from walking around the studio joined into the discussion we were having.
“I heard one of the producers talking on the Phone with Park In Jung, she said something about a License” Chaeyoung, who was tailing Lisa continued, chewing on the manggae she had most likely grabbed from the snackbar
“License? Geuge mwoji?”
“It must be their License to Operate.” I said, answering Jooheon who had an even more puzzled look on his face.
“Oh! That would make sense. I would be nervous too if I had lost that thing” said Loco.
“What does that mean, Oppa?” Asked Hwasa
“It means that we’re illegally operating right now if they lost that thing.” Sounded an unfamiliar voice, making all of us to turn back to its direction.
“Ehhh?!” Bambam, who clearly was starting to get nervous about the whole situation yelped.
“But don’t worry, someone is coming in to take care of it. I just thought we would let all of you know.” The young man, who we later on learned was one of the producers gave us a reassuring nod.
After introducing himself as Im Daehan, he right away told us about how Park In Jung couldn’t come in today due to a same-day meeting he had all the way in Jeju Island. Hence, adding more difficulty for the staff to fix the current issue.
“Is that why everyone seems so restless? Because In Jung isn’t here and the License incident?” Hwasa who seemed to be the most curious about this whole situation inquired some more.
Somehow, her comment seemed to force out a heavy sigh from Daehan. One that sparked more interest from all of us.
“I want to believe it is....but it’s not, actually.” The young producer smirked, eyebrows raised, hand behind his neck, massaging it in distress.
“What do you mean?” Jooheon questioned.
Before anyone else could make another sound, the noticeable change in Daehan’s facial expression was enough to catch our attention.
“You’ll see why” he said as he ran forward to where the door was, greeting the body that had just walked in.
A woman. I could barely picture her face, the mix of both darkness and random beams of light made it difficult for me to see anything clearly from a distance. But what I did notice though, was the change in behavior of everyone else inside the room. Everyone, except us seven. Jaws clenching, throats drying, mouths shut and bodies stiffenning—like statues. So this was the reason.
It’s her.
Who was this woman?
Allowing my sense of sight to adjust without force, I started to see clearly after a few blinks. She wore a baby blue sundress that flowed until her knees, revealing milky white skin below it. Closer, I thought. I was curious to know who she was.
The next five steps she took already gave me a sustainable view of her neckline, revealed through a decent v-cut on the midline of her chest. Until they made a stop by the well-lit snackbar that stood only eight feet from where we were, the rest of her features were still slightly unclear. Slowly, they began unblurring.
Long, brown hair—strong, furrowed brows—eyes that could demand authority towards anything it met—stern, but soft-looking peach pink lips that remained still and quiet.
That’s all there was to picture. That’s all I thought there was...until I noticed something familiar. In fact, too familiar. A white gold pendant dangled along her neck, glistening from the perfect contrast of her pale, white skin. I’ve seen this pendant before.
Years ago. Five years ago.
It can’t be. Can it?
“Oh. Isn’t that the lady that came on the first day?” Suddenly my moment of hysteria paused, turning to where Chaeyoung was.
“It’s Y/N.” Scoffed Jooheon, smirking as his arms folded across his chest.
That name.
Just when that started to resonate inside my head over and over, a certain scene from weeks ago flashed before my memory. It was when I was going over the show guide that I had encountered that name.
So it is her.
Y/N’s POV
Within a six hour time frame, a total of seventy three people have drained me of all my energy that could’ve sufficed for another ten hours. First I was sent to Pyeongchang to fix one site’s problem, and not even an hour after I had gotten there I was sent back to Seoul to cover for In Jung to fix another site’s problem.
Taking a tremendously deep, exhausted breath, I wanted to scream inside this small, secluded room where I spent almost an hour and a half making phone calls to secure another copy of the License to Operate in this vicinity.
“Naega michingeoya” I whispered to myself, rubbing my face with both my hands, pushing my hair back afterwards.
Leaning back on my chair, I rested my sight on the piece of bundled paper that sat right in front of me. It was a list of names for everyone involved in this project.
“Come in” I said calmly as I heard a knock on the door. It was Soojin.
“Y/N, a few people want to see you. Can I bring them in here?” Peeking her head over the small opening made by the door, she asked.
I nodded carelessly. While waiting for ‘them’ to enter, my gaze shifted back to the bundle of paper. Sliding it towards my direction, I began flipping over the pages, going over names I’m already familiar with until I heard another knock on my door.
“Come in” I said, eyes still fixed on the sheet I was reading.
“Annyeonghaseyo”
Said a voice that was too ecstatic for my day. Paying almost no attention to the visitors, I continued to scan over the list that had four more names to be read.
Then, my heart stopped.
Min Yoongi (방 탄 선 연 단)
“Hello” said another voice.
“How have you been?”
In that moment, I felt everything around me slowing down hearing only the very distinct noises—the ticking of the wall clock, roars of heavy machines from outside, and the shuffling of papers that I was holding, the rest were muffles and murmurs.
There was an unusual weight that pulled my head down, unwilling to meet the eyes of the person right in front of me. But I managed to fight the feeling.
“Hello” I said with feign confidence.
How long has it been? Three? Four? Five?
Five years.
I could still remember vividly the last time I had met those eyes, the feelings it had brought me until the very last goodbye. Surprisingly, the memory appeared as though they were fresh that I remember every second of it. All of it but the feeling. My heart no longer recognizes anything from his blank eyes. No hurt nor anger, and especially not love. Nothing.
“Jugiyo”
Sounded another set of voice, it was Soojin.
“The attorney is here to see you.”
“Oh, grae. I can see him.”
“Joesonghabnida, there’s an important matter I need to accommodate. I hope you understand” looking at both Jooheon and Yoongi, I apologized before having Soojin escort them outside.
Yoongi’s POV
Eventually the day had ended even after the midday plight. The rest of the day was spent on a chair, commentating, scoring and applauding the contestants. Something that didn’t really require physical efforts, causing me to ask myself: Why am I always tired at the end of the day?
Walking myself to the parking lot as soon as I had bid goodbye and said my thank yous to the staff and crew, the only thought that lingered inside my head was a hot pot of kimchi jjigae on the center of our dining room table with steam running towards the ceiling. It was our fifth year anniversary today. The boys are at home, waiting for me to finish so we can have dinner together. As soon as the thought of stew faded, replaced with those boys’ faces, I heard a loud ring coming from my left pocket.
“Are you on your way?”
“Oh. I’ll be there in ten minutes”
“Arasso. Drive safe!”
I had gotten to the parking lot right after I ended the call with Jin hyung. Halfway through opening the door of my black Audi, I started hearing resounding footsteps that potentially came from a pair of high heels. But of course, it wasn’t that that delayed me from entering my vehicle. It was the voice that came with it.
“De, Chief Byeon. De. We have the new copy. De. I’ll work on it in the morning.”
Leaning my back on the cold metal of my door with both hands tucked inside my pockets, I watched as she ransacked her purse, struggling to find what I assumed to be her car keys while she answered her phone that she clipped between her ears and her shoulders. Tossing her purse and the rest of what she was carrying into the passenger’s seat, I attempted to initiate another conversation before she entered her own car.
“How are you? You didn’t get the chance to answer me earlier”
I could tell she was completely unaware of me being here as she stopped halfway into stepping her foot in.
“This is unexpected for the both of us. I’m surprised to meet you here as you are to see me. Am I right?” I asked again as she seemed to ignore my previous question.
“Andwae. I knew I’d see you again sometime soon. The industry is small, after all. But you on the other hand....never in your whole life would you have imagined our paths crossing again this way.”
An amused grunt, along with a usual smirk was my only response upon detecting the masked chicness and sarcasm between her syllables.
“As your friend for many years, may I at least know how you’re doing?” Again, I asked, making a third attempt.
“Friend?” she grunted back, something that actually caught my attention.
“If this was based on my own preference, then no, you may not know how I’m doing--”
She continued, not even sparing me a glance.
“--I hope you don’t confuse our past affairs with the present, we are not friends.”
Astounded with the words that were spiking out of her, I couldn’t cease myself to stop and look at her with brows furrowed. I have never, ever experienced this with this woman before. This woman who I’ve known for many, many years and was even intimately involved with for a reasonable time being.
“--but since it’s been a long time since last we’ve seen each other, consider this as a gift--”
“--I’m doing very well, Min Yoongi”
Once again she started to step inside her car, leaving me completely unnerved. And then, before closer shutting the door, she turned to me with an unfamiliar look on her face. I could no longer picture the same woman I once knew, this wasn’t her anymore.
“Goodbye.” she said, confidently.
I watched as she took off in a silver BMW X1, disappearing from the first corner towards the exit.
“Goodbye.” I said, five years ago.
“Goodbye.” She said, five years later.
Who would’ve thought that that foolish word would only mean ‘We’ll see each other again.’
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